Yandere Percy Jackson x Aphrodite!Bimbo fem!reader. (Slight Yan! Aphroditesiblings)
Plot: Maybe the power of your beauty worked a little too well on him. Percy can’t get you out of his head.
-£ he’s aged up and I’m thinking of book Percy
Warnings: Spoilers for the books? Yandere tendencies, Jealousy, Percy being possessive, Percy thinking he as some of claim on you, Reader being a bit naïve and the baby of her cabin, and not knowing how to fight, Percy being kinda mean to the reader, over all toxic.
if there was one thing he wanted in this life. it would be to call you his.
percy never saw anything more beautiful in his life then when he looked at you for the first time when he arrived at camp. sitting with your sisters and giggling as they braided your hair, you didn’t notice him. he was with luke while getting to know the camp, he just stopped at stared at you. his cheeks flushed and heart beating faster as he heard the faint sound of your cute laugh. the older boy took notice and realized what was happening.
“Aphrodite’s daughters, the one in the middle is y/n. She’s the camp’s sweetheart, I don’t think there is a mean bone in her body.” Percy pulled away from you for a second to look at luke but just went back to you. “is she seeing anyone?” luke just laughed and patted him on the back.
“Aphrodites cabin keeps her away from anyone other then them, no one as been bold enough to try. So good luck,” after a few seconds of standing there like a love struck idiot he was pulled away and forced to go found out who is godly parents is.
Percy was proven right when he tried to approach you many times. your sisters just glared at him and pulled you away without you noticing he was even there, and he tried so many times. that only tempted him more. so he started following you around and watches you. laughing, playing in the water as your sister watched, or brushing your hair. where ever you went he wasn’t far behind.
this sparked his yandere behavior. he was convinced you were waiting for him to take you away. you need someone to kiss the ground you walk on and protect you. he was always watching you and when he went a day without seeing you he get cranky.
luckily, after months of just watching you he was finally able to find you alone with no sibling in sight. he watched you with a smirk as you cut through the air with your sword and played pretend. he never saw you in training or around, and never with any weapons. you must have snuck away from your cabin and tried to train yourself.
it was adorable how you thought you could teach yourself. being so weak and clumsy. Percy watched for a few minutes as you copied some simple moves you must have saw and small screams.
it wasn’t until you tripped over a root sticking up from the ground he was rushing towards you.
“Poor thing,” you turned your head at a voice behind you while you sat on the ground getting your pants covered in dirt. “Need some help?” as you looked up at him he realized how bad he had been craving to have your attention on him. he was close to you now. all alone. this was his opportunity.
embarrassment set inside of you and your body heated up and started to sweat. you looked away from him and started to get up on your own. “how much did you see.” You picked up the sword and played with the handle.
“not much, just you taking a nasty fall.” You nodded your head as he spoke and started to walk closer to you. “I could help if you want, I’ve fought a few things before.” His cheeky smile and tone made you look at him. You knew who he was, of course you did. he saved camp, he stopped a war. he was a hero.
and the most handsome boy you have seen.
it was unreal to think about how he was talking to you now. offering to help you after you embarrassed yourself in front of him. “um, you can if you want.” the small sound of your voice made his heart pulse faster. he was finally getting what he wanted. so he only smiled and grabbed ahold of your hand that held the sword.
as he spoke he moved behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist and pushed your foot back to get you balanced. his other hand still holding yours. you could barely focus when he was so warm, your crush was helping you! Percy noticed how quiet you got and he was so smug about it. “Y/n.” He looked at you as your eyes stared over his face barely hearing the words from his lips.
“Not much going on in that head, hmm? Maybe fighting isn’t for you.” his hand took the blade from your grasp and he stepped away from you. you got shy when you realized he had caught you staring.
your fingers play with the ends of your camp shirt, “I wanna protect myself.” He titled his head and his hand reached up to play with your hair. “You have the camp to do that, and of course I’ll keep you safe. But you just have to stay and look pretty.”
you looked so embarrassed and shy at his statement you eyes stayed away from him and stood awkwardly. Percy smiled and chuckled, “Maybe you should hang out with me? I could teach you a bit to protect yourself…Or you probably don’t wanna-” as he spoke he started to move away from you, knowing you’d actually take his offer.
“No, no! I’d love to.” You reached for him again with a smile. “Please.” He looked back at you and let out a fake sighed. if only he could show the huge smirk he had to fight back. you were just to easy to manipulate.
“then you stick by me now then, pretty girl?” you nodded your head and clapped your hands excitedly now having someone to train you. but Percy was happy you would stay by him now and no one could pull you away from, he had his hooks in you. and so what if they tried? not like they’d find their bodies anyway, who would look in the lake? no one would miss them away.
Percy Jackson was turned into a god against his will -- and now you're trapped in his island, where he refuses to let you go. What will you do in this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure?
God!Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader
NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure
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🎮interactive fanfic "Body Electric" by Anonymous
📖 Episode 1 of ?
original trio :) i actually finished this a long time ago but only posting it now. i hope you like it :)
also it's my headcanon that each cabin would have their unique designs for the shirts. i originally wanted to make the satyr logo more complex but i wanted to make a visual gag with the can pieces :p
warnings: the morning after, alcohol, discussions about sex/loss of virginity. no smut.
Sun shines through the blinds, my bed as comfortable, warm, and cozy as ever… until I roll over, only to see him.
The one person I’d always promised myself I wouldn't spend a night with.
Percy Jackson.
I sit up abruptly with a gasp, staring down in horrified realisation at my enemy. The enemy who is currently asleep beside me.
Percy's head is tilted to the side, his messy dark hair falling in his face, mouth open slightly, drooling onto the pillow. The covers were half on him, clearly pushed down from sleep. His tanned torso is on display, and I force my eyes away.
Oh gods, I think. He's naked. I'm naked.
Percy begins stirring, mumbling in his sleep before his eyes flutter open, those seagreen ones that make girls (not me) swoon. He looks up at me, blinking a few times as he processes the situation.
"Morning," is the first thing out of his mouth, his voice rough.
I'm still staring at him, open-mouthed.
He smirks as he realises I’m staring at his chest, and props himself up on his forearms.
"See something you like?" he teases, his eyes glittering mischievously.
I blink, forcing myself out of my horrified stupor. "What the hell is going on?" I manage, my voice slightly shaky.
He chuckles sleepily, sitting up a bit more and running a hand through his messy hair. He looks just as dishevelled as I feel.
"Well," he drawls, his grin widening, a stupid twinkle in his eyes. "Looks like we had a bit of fun last night, huh?"
I groan, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face in them, making sure to hold the sheets tight to my chest.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see his smirk drops into a small smile. He reaches out and rubs my back gently, his touch surprisingly tender. For Percy.
"Hey, it's okay," he murmurs. "We don't have to talk about it right now, if you don't want to."
"I don't ever want to talk to you again," I say immediately, my voice muffled by the navy blue sheets, which makes me realise we’re in his cabin, not mine. Which makes this situation even worse.
He lets out a soft sigh, his hand still rubbing circles on my upper back, which feels awful on my bare skin, and I want to shrink away, but I don’t.
"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" he asks quietly. "Look, I know we have our... issues, but we clearly spent the night together for a reason."
"Yeah, alcohol."
He can't help but chuckle a bit at that. "Alright, fair enough, alcohol was involved."
He moves his hand from my back to lightly tug at the sheets, trying to see my face. "But that doesn't explain why it was me in your bed, and not someone else."
"Well, I'm putting that on you," I say hatefully. "Because I wouldn't be in bed with you willingly."
Percy's smile fades a bit at my harsh words, his expression turning serious.
"Hey," he says firmly. "That's not fair, and you know it." He runs a hand through his messy hair again, sighing heavily. "I don't like you, y'know. I never have. But I wouldn't... I wouldn't have done that without your consent."
I slowly lift my head. "You promise?"
He nods, his sea-green eyes locking with mine.
"I promise," he says sincerely. "You might think I'm a jerk, but I'd never take advantage of someone like that. Especially not you."
"Well, it was a mistake." I have a bitter taste in my mouth, and part of me wants to cry.
Percy's expression fades at the tone in my voice, his eyes turning more serious again.
"Hey," he says softly, his thumb rubbing gently against my knee. "Don't say that. It wasn't a mistake. We both had a good time, didn't we?"
"Don't count on it."
His sea green eyes tighten. "So that's it, huh?" he asks quietly. "You're just going to brush last night off as a drunken mistake and go back to hating my guts?"
"Yep," I say roughly.
He frowns again, his hand tightening slightly around your knee.
"That doesn't seem very fair," he says bitterly. "When it was clearly consensual."
I sigh, lean back against the headboard. Pull the sheets as tightly around me as I can. "You don't get it."
He looks at me more closely, studying my face.
"Then make me understand," he says, his voice softer now. "What do I not get?"
I sigh, look down.
"Talk to me," he prompts gently, his hand moving up to lightly touch my chin, trying to get me to look at him.
"It's not for you to know," I snap. I’m lying. He should know. Out of anyone, he deserves to know it the most.
"Why are you being like this?" he asks, his voice low. "We clearly shared something last night, and now you're shutting me out completely."
"We didn't share anything!" I don't think I meant to yell.
He looks at me in bewilderment, clearly taken aback by my outburst.
"We definitely did something," he retorts, his own voice rising slightly. "And I thought we actually—" he stops himself, realising he was about to say too much.
“What?”
He looks away, his jaw clenching slightly.
"Nevermind," he mutters, his hand falling from my knee. "Forget I said anything."
I close my eyes, let out a breath. “Percy?”
He glances back at me, his expression a mix of hurt and irritation.
"What?" he snaps, his eyes defiant.
I close my eyes tighter. "I'm about to tell you something and you can never ever tell anyone else in the world. I hate you and I'd never tell you if it wasn't for last night, understand?"
"I understand," he says quietly. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."
I relax slightly, but I still have my eyes shut. "I gave you my virginity last night."
His eyes go wide in shock, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to form a response. He seems stunned, completely speechless for a change.
Finally he finds his voice, his words a hoarse whisper.
"You... I was your first?"
“Yeah.” My eyes open.
His expression softens, the previous anger and pain melting away as he processes my words.
He swallows hard, his hand reaching out to tentatively touch my arm. "Why didn't you tell me? After I said—“ he falters, clearing his throat. "After what we did... why didn't you say something?"
"Probably because we were drunk," I say.
He cringes at the mention of alcohol, shaking his head slightly.
"Yeah, I guess that's fair," he mutters. "But still... you should've said, I would've never..."
He looks at me sheepishly, his hand still resting on my arm. "I know we have our differences, but I wouldn't have done that if I'd known. I'm not that much of a jerk, y'know."
I glance at him in surprise. "What?"
He sighs, running his free hand through his messy hair again.
"I mean, last night was... well, it was fun. In the moment..." He shrugs awkwardly. "But if I'd known that I was your first... I would've, I dunno, I would have slowed down. Made it... special. For you."
I blink, stunned in silence. All I can do is stare at him. "You would'e done that? For me?"
He looks at me almost tenderly, his eyes roaming my face.
"Yeah, I would have," he says quietly. "I know we hate each other, but... this was your first time. It should've been special. Not something you regret waking up to."
I look away, feeling weird all over. I don't know what I think anymore.
He lifts my chin gently with his fingers, making me look back at him. But the motion doesn’t make me want to jerk away.
"Hey," he murmurs, his voice soft. "Look at me. Please."
And for some reason, I do.
He runs his thumb gently over my bottom lip, a small smile playing on his own.
"I mean what I said," he says sincerely. "Last night—it was amazing, don't get me wrong. But if I'd known... I would've been more gentle. Treated you better."
“I hardly remember it,” I admit softly.
"I wish you did," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "It was... incredible. I'm not exaggerating when I say you look beautiful when you—" He cuts himself off, his face reddening as he realises what he was about to say.
I feel myself flush too, and I look away again.
"You're not exactly making this easy for me, y'know," he mutters. "You're not supposed to be...cute. You're supposed to be a pain in my ass."
“I am a pain in your ass,” I retort, but it’s almost a joke.
He laughs, and the sound is gentle, soft. “Maybe,” he almost whispers, “but maybe something has changed now.”
