#hoo pjo

[flautistt]

"even the gods dont go to tartarus."

percy, annabeth, will and nico hearing this: WEAK.

and nico did it twice tho

[owltrace]

I've been thinking about Leo Valdez's girlfriend having burn marks all over her body.

Think about it: he's a touch starved teenage boy who's never been in a real relationship before. So I think, in the beggining of the relationship, he'd go nervous at the slightest hint of affection.

Like, picture this: it's a rather cold night at camp half-blood. Even with the magic barrier that helps to regulate the weather. And you are not dumb: what kind of person would you be if you didn't use your boyfriend-who-controls-fire privileges?

"You know" Leo started, warm hands holding each side of your hips "I'm starting to think you only started dating me to use me like this. Like a personal heater"

"Of course I did" you smiled, nuzzling your face even more on his neck. You were both cuddling under your blankets like some sort of burrito, feet and arms tucked in and only your heads out "You're hot. In both ways"

He laughed a little, hands going up and down your hips, leaving a comforting heat "I know that. But thanks for reminding me. It's nice to see my girlfriend appreciates me this much" he emphasized the word "girlfriend", as if he himself didn't really believe he gets to call you that.

A gentle silence settled between you. Only the sound of your breaths and your hearts, beating in sync, filled the room.

"Leo" you began, lifting your face a little to look at him "Thank you."

"For heating you during cold nights? You're very welcome." He joked

"For that too, but not only for that reason." You smiled, taking your hands off of the blanket and resting them on his cheeks tenderly "Thank you for being with me. For dealing with me. For being someone I know I can rely on. For being an amazing boyfriend" you smiled even wider "Sometimes, I think to myself: 'What if Chiron didn't send me in that mission?' or 'What if I never met you?'. But that's just impossible, cause I know we were meant to meet. In all existing universes. Even if we were normal people. Even if you were a worm and I was- OUCH!"

You were interrupted by the smeel - or rather the feeling - of something burning.

You lifted your shirt a little, just to see burn marks in the shape of hands. On your hips.

"I'M SORRY!" He swiftly took his hands up, shaking them up and down to cool them "I DIDN'T MEAN TO! WHAT YOU SAID WAS JUST SO... ROMANTIC AND- AND CUTE AND I COULDN'T CONTROL IT!"

You blinked once. Twice. Then, you began to laugh - threw your head back and clutched your stomach.

"I-it's alright, Leo" you said, wiping away an imiginary tear "Glad to see I have this effect over you"

You looked to the side just to see him covering his face with his hands, a little bit of smoke coming out of his head

"Somebody please just kill me" he murmured.

It was the first, but not the only time something like this happened with you.

Baked him a breakfast? He accidentally burned your fingers when reaching for the plate.

Went to hug him after not seeing him for days? He accidentally let his arms get too hot.

He tried to kiss your cheeks? He tried to act nonchalantly, but he burned your chin.

But it's alright. It just proves that he loves you. A lot.

(And it also makes you look a lot more badass, even if you don't admit it)

[vicariousandvain]

piquant precipice - kinktober day 14

ᯓ★ pairing ⇢jason grace x reader x percy jackson prompt: threesome synopsis: jason scores. percy assists. holy munch alert. tags: fem!reader. cunnilingus. consensual restraint. threesome. overstimulation. biting. hickeys. dom!jason. dom!percy. tag teaming.

wc: 978

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“Hey, hold her still.” Jason breathed. 

You were fighting it, every muscle tense, squirming futilely in Percy’s grip. Your reaction wasn't resistance, but sheer, overwhelming sensitivity. Your chest heaved, the air in the room suddenly depleting by the second. Jason knelt at the edge of the bed, his hands firmly wrapped around your thighs, forcing them wide.

Percy had you leaning against him, completely naked, nestled just in between his legs. His strength a steady brace as he propped your hips up to allow Jason easier access.

The position was obscene, to say the least. 

The exhilarating humiliation of being the only one exposed only intensified your pleasure in a twisted, depraved way. Percy and Jason hadn't bothered to fumble with a single piece of cloth of their own, remaining untouched. Their focus was absolute, unwavering, completely immersed on you. 

You couldn’t remember what time it was—you weren’t quite sure what day it was either, to be honest—all that you could register at the moment was how each respective boy felt against you. 

Jason lapped his tongue in between the dripping folds of your cunt, forcing you to gasp as you held onto the gold of his hair while you bucked your hips forward desperately, grinding against his tongue, mouth hung open with shameless moans slipping out.

"Jason—fuck..." You panted.

He didn't speak. He just sucked harder on your clit, a feral grin pulling at his mouth as he felt your whole body convulse beneath him. Your praise fueled him with a hunger he couldn't name, making his actions reckless and intense.

He only knew he needed those delicate sounds to keep pouring out of you. Needed to feel your tremors against his face. More breathy sounds escaped your throat, your back arching sharply off Percy’s chest, the movement sending a jarring, involuntary grind against his dick. 

Percy's breath hitched, the sudden friction a sharp, jolting demand. His grip dug into the soft flesh of your waist. To prevent you from squirming—or maybe just to exert more control.

His free hand shot up, fingers immediately surrounding the swell of your breast. He squeezed, hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp, then bent his head, fixing his teeth down on the sensitive curve of your shoulder where it met your neck. The shallow bite wasn't meant to hurt, but to mark, to claim.

a low growl rumbled deep in his chest. His eyes, fixed on you, were blazing with a certain hunger.

You whined, trying to hide your face, burying it deep into the warm curve of Percy’s neck, a desperate attempt for comfort. But Percy wouldn’t allow it. His hand clamped onto your chin, the pressure firm and undeniable. 

“Come on,” Percy teased, voice low, “look at Jason while he’s working hard for you.”

With that, he forced your gaze down, past your heaving chest, to where the spectacled boy was focused.

Jason’s tongue tracked a wet, deliberate line along your pussy. He looked up, his half-lidded eyes meeting your wide ones across the intimate space. A slow, triumphant grin pulled at his mouth again just as he began to swipe his tongue in and out of you, his gaze locked on yours.

Jason was, for lack of a better word, drunk. Intoxicated from the liquor that had fermented from your essence, he was completely enthralled by you, enamored. He wasn’t sure if there was a place for him other than the space between your legs. He craved his being there in a way he couldn’t quite comprehend.

The pressure on your clit intensified, a coil tightening inside you, wound so delicately taut it felt like it might snap. Jason's ministrations became more frantic, his tongue a relentless, dizzying blur. Your hips arched higher, pushing against Percy’s body, your nails digging into his shoulders as a guttural cry tore from your throat.

"Percy, I'm—god, Jason!"

Your vision blurred. A blinding, all-consuming wave of pure, white-hot sensation crashed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling. Your legs spasmed, wrapping tighter around Jason’s head, and your back bowed so violently it felt like your spine might crack. You were so sensitive, your body still twitching with divine, painful pleasure.

But they didn't stop.

Your climax, instead of bringing release, felt like a reset button for their intensity. Percy's grip only deepened, his fingers now bruising as he held you impossibly still. The low growl in his chest vibrated through your back, a possessive hum, and his teeth scraped harder against your neck, leaving more demanding marks. You could feel the rigid length of his erection still pressing relentlessly against your ass, hot and unyielding.

And Jason. Jason, utterly unfazed by your screams, only pushed harder into the chaos he caused. His mouth was a vacuum, sucking, lapping, and nipping at your clit with renewed vigor. 

The feeling was too much, a torrent of sensation that kept you suspended on the piquant precipice of pleasure and pain. You were completely overstimulated, all the nerve endings in your body screeching, but his relentless mouth gave you no solace, no moment to recover.

"Please," you whimpered, voice thin and raw, pulling at Jason’s hair to escape the advancements. But you were pinned, utterly at their mercy, caught between Percy's solid hold and Jason's insatiable mouth. They had taken complete control.

It wasn’t until later, after they had successfully coaxed out two more orgasms from within you, that you finally found yourself burrowed between them in bed. The warm lure of sleep was already dragging you under. 

You leaned toward the warmth of Jason's body, your cheek resting against his chest, as his arm came protectively around your shoulders. Percy was tucked snugly against your back, his arms secured around your waist. Jason rested his other hand lightly in the dark of Percy's hair, connecting the three of you in an exhausted, peaceful knot.

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[helpallthenamesaretaken]

as an insufferable celestial trio stan, here are all the ways grover could have been incorporated in heroes of olympus (because oh boy, i have THOUGHT about it):

a small dialogue right after the stables scene where percy and annabeth are red in the face that 'grover wouldn't have grounded us' 'i miss grover'

anytime percy has some internal conflict monologue thing? boom! just add in a dream conversation with grover where he talks about it! let grover ask why he feels a panic attack coming from percy after tartarus! let percy try to justify it and fail miserably! let grover feel horrible for not being there in person!

a reunion. i assumed that it was basic common sense to include a reunion but i guess rick just decided to forget grover at the end of blood of olympus. but yeah. crying, hugging, cheering!! we deserve it!!

"piper walked into annabeth's room. it was simply decorated, with a plant garden on the windowsill that annabeth said helped connect her to one of her friends back home, which piper didn't understand" see my vision??

for example if some monster shows up let percy and annabeth storm out of a room like "EXCUSE ME WE WERE BUSY IM-ING GROVER WHAT'S GOING ON??"

[shinrileaf]

[starflarecipher]

Oooh the sketch looks better but I did not just waste 3 hours sooo uhmmmm

They’re twins btw

[cheshire-smiley-fries]

Percy Jackson who's on the swim team x Jason Grace who's at every one of his meets