i like to think if annabeth and percy ended up living around mortals they would tell their friends abt some of the stuff they went through bc they can’t really hide it forever except they make it sound like their family’s part of the greek mafia
a lot of “yeah my dads…influential…in greece”
or “my moms,,pretty powerful in greece,, yeah she’s up there lol..anyway”
like they make it sound like maybe poseidon and athena are two “business CEO’s” who butt heads but everyone thinks their two mafia leaders who hate eachother
annabeth slips up and brings up the 7 months percy was missing and they have to cover it up saying his aunt, on his dads side, sent him away to a boarding school in greece where he wasn’t able to contact anyone here in america
“yeah we don’t really talk to her after..that..”
it doesn’t help that their friends can hear them hiss in greek to each other when they don’t want them to know what their saying
or when their stretching in a certain way that makes their shirt ride up and there are obvious scars hidden underneath
and it honestly all makes sense just going off the vibes of the two of them so no one really questions it because who would and anytime either of their parents appear shifted into their mortal counterparts everyone keeps their eyes downcast
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percy had an 'im a big three son' moment when he choked a goddess with her own saliva (controlling a fluid that was INSIDE her body) annabeth was terrified.
nico had an 'im a big three son' moment when he disembodied bryce lawrence (quite literally dissipating and shrinking his LIVING soul into a spirit) and threw him to the underworld, smashing his zombie warriors. reyna was terrified.
yet we were robbed of jason's 'im a big three son' moment where he sucks the air out of someone's lungs and makes them stop breathing, or damaging a person's nervous system with his lightning control, and literally cause internal bleeding, or a damaged/fried skull if he electrocuted hard enough (look up the effects of lightning damage on body y'all will get a whole list, tbh he doesn't even need lightning to do any of this, air control is more than enough since air takes charge of everything going inside the body, but this is just an added effect.) he could give people STROKES if he wanted to. he's the literal definition of burnt out kid who was suppressed from discovering the magnitude of his abilities, because one, his dad's ego wouldn't be able to handle it, two, because he, for some reason, can't be allowed to do anything other than get knocked out :/
also adding on, hardcore pjo fans know that after the ending page of boo, there's this fan story that rick chose to publish in the last few pages of the book where a fan reimagines the ending of hoo, in that work, annabeth collapses from an attack and percy sobs clutching her body. jason calmly asks him to step aside, and kneels before annabeth, jason regulates her breathing using his wind/lightning powers and brings annabeth back fully from her cardiac arrest, causing percy to be relieved. (I wanted to link the pics of the pages here so bad but I didn't have the hard copy of the book with me, and this isn't available anywhere online either, only in the original covers of boo uk and us version, so I edited this post and asked people to reblog this post w the pics if they have the hardcopy, and a kind blogger found the story I'm talking about and reblogged the pictures of the pages, you can check my reblogs of this post for the pictures of the almost all the pages after this scene) considering rick approved and even liked the fan's work well enough to publish it in the official boo book, I'd say rick was aware and never completely ruled out expanding jason's abilities and had them in mind, he simply didn't incorporate it into the books. (also W fan for giving jason the rep he deserves, I will always remember you, you saw the VISION before any of us did, the story was very well written, with great dialogue.)
• percy can lose himself very easily in sex. he gets caught up in the sensations around him and the wonderful feeling of your touch.
• french-kiss lover, and fuck, he’s good at it. swiping his tongue against yours, licking the roof of your mouth, and sucking at your tongue as he pulls away from you, he does it all. he just loves to see you breathless with kiss-bruised lips.
• this man LOVES taking you from behind, his hands using your hips as handlebars. going rough and then slowing it down by pressing you deep into the mattress, his chest against your back, and his arms linked with yours.
• his stamina is off the charts. his demigod genes give him enough strength and stamina to go all night if he felt so inclined. he is very perceptive of your energy and will happily pull you onto his cock until you start to get riled up again.
• the two of you have makeout sessions to the kitchen to grab water or snacks in between rounds, he’ll even carry you to the bathroom.
• nothing, nothing, gets him riled up more than seeing his cum on you. he is addicted to the sight of his cum on your body. your stomach, on your tongue, face, chest— you name it, he loves it.
• he’s pretty well groomed. he keeps things clean and healthy to keep up a hygienic routine. shaving, waxing, or even trimming takes time he just doesn’t have when he’s busy fighting monsters.
• if he knows ahead of time he’s meeting up with you he will take the extra time to clean himself and trim to the best of his ability. sometimes he gets bored and will trim a triangle for your amusement.
• percy enjoys experimenting with things. he’ll try just about anything once, just for the shits and giggles.
• this man is such a tease. he’s constantly trying to rile you up in a situation where you know that you can’t have him yet. the frustration building up in your eyes while you shoot him the most venomous of glares greatly amuses him.
• he’ll give you an innocent grin, pretending he wasn’t just brushing his thumb— "accidentally"— against your clit when resting his hand against your inner thigh.
• percy loves receiving. he loves seeing you struggle to take all of him and make a mess of yourself. he’ll gather all your hair, so that it’s out of your face and grip it to encourage you through the experience. he’s not shy, he’ll happily kiss you with the taste of him still on your lips, praising you every time for taking him so well.
• he enjoys giving just as much as receiving. it’s his way of worshiping you and giving you immense pleasure by his mouth alone. he can get really into it so either ride the overstimulation, squirm and fight against his grip on you, or tug on his hair just to see him pull away with a disappointed grunt.
• percy is a SUCKER for quickies. he enjoys romantic, traditional sex as much as the next guy, but he will never turn you down when he’s in the mood.
• he just wants the quickies to be in a safe area because he doesn’t want to have to worry about protecting you while having an intimate moment— that will not stop him, however, from taking you behind a tree in full battle armor during capture the flag.
• percy isn’t the loudest person in the bedroom. he’ll grunt here and there with a rough breath, maybe a few groans if you really hit a sweet spot. otherwise his breathing is the main indicator of his pleasure.
• his breathes shorten and hitch with each new wave of pleasure. the longer he’s in the mood or the longer you two go on, the more he’ll lose himself in the pleasure and make the beautiful noises that only you get to hear.
• don’t underestimate the power of a quick handjob with this guy. something about it— quick, dirty, maybe with an undertone of constructed panic or need to hurry— makes his eyes roll back so easily.
the difference between the pjo show and movies is that the movies are abominable adaptations of the books that are also cunty while the show is a slightly more faithful adaptation that is allergic to serving even once
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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.
