#Clappingandcheering

[clappingandcheering]

(Percy Jackson X Reader)

"New Feeling"

Warnings: Smut, pure smut, no protection (always use protection; this is a story), teasing, rubbing, overstimulation (ish), chocking, first time squirting, mentions of piss (but not actually piss). I think that's all? This is technically my second smut so I hope it's good...

Percy has always driven you crazy, making you die with want and need, but tonight you were getting the worst of it. He had gotten scolded by some God you couldn't remember, and he wanted to vent it out somehow. You were his 'how'.

Percy was now using one hand to keep your head pushed into the pillow while the other held your waist, guiding you slicked pussy onto his dick. Your moans were muffled by the pillow that consisted of both your drool and tears; your flushed face and dazed eyes were enough for Percy to cum right then and there, so he had to keep you pressed into the pillow so he could continue to wreck your perfect body.

"Being such a good fucking girl for me, hmm?" His voice was laced with lust and mock as he thrust into you relentlessly, sending shivers down your marked and bruised spine, the praise making your pussy clench harder around him. "Fucking liked that, didn't you? like being called a good girl, don't you?"

All you could do was moan in response—even that was hard with the pillow, but you managed. His pace was even, and his stokes were hitting all your right spots as they stuffed you to the brim and then left you empty again, his veiny dick making your brain fuzzy.

He wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you back so you were pressed against him. He marked your neck while mumbling your name, Oh, so deliciously, leaving you in complete bliss and awe. His hand tightened and left you with little to no air, but under the circumstances it was more like no air; his thrust picked up their pace, and your pussy clenched at the feeling before you blacked out and went limp. Percy continued to ravage your body as he let go of your throat and pressed kisses on your neck, using his hands to support you while you half came back from the lack of oxygen.

"Percy, I can't...too—fuck—much."

He continued pressing kisses into her neck and moving a hand down to her clit rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. Your squeals and whines filled his ears, beckoning him to continue while your hand made weak attempts to push him away after sensing a new feeling in your stomach, one that you've never felt before.

"Percy—stop—I think I'm going to pee—wait!" Your hands desperately clawed at his in an attempt to stop him from rubbing your clit.

"Just do it—beds already messy." He was right on the edge of cumming his mind way to far with lust to even think properly and form a proper sentence; his words were slurred and you could barely register them.

All of a sudden he pushed into her deeper, chasing his high, but the foreign feeling in her stomach suddenly snapped with the movement, and with a loud squeal that was only just dimmed by Percy's other hand, your pussy squirted all over the sheets and Percy's dick.

Percy's thrusts faltered, and he groaned into her neck after seeing what happened. He stopped his hand and moved it up to her breast, groping them before slowly sliding out of her, trying not to overwhelm her too much.

"Shit—what was that? Are you okay?"

Your pussy was throbbing and still raised in the air while the clear liquid ran down your leg along with his cum.

"You...prick!..I told you I was gonna pee..." He shook his head breathlessly and then rubbed her ass gently in a comforting way.

"Don't know if that was piss, baby." Your face contorted to confusion as you attempted to sit up and turn to lean your back against the headboard.

"What do you mean?" He shrugged and then spread your legs, going down and licking a long, smooth stripe while you let out a moan and weakly attempted to push him away.

"Not piss!" You frowned and then pushed his head away.

"Freak." She crossed her arms.

"Whatever you say, but that was hot as fuck, and I definitely want to see it again." His smirk was way too confident considering you were worn the fuck out.

You guys went another round before heading to bed.

[clappingandcheering]

I love cats xx

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Hey hun any pjo writters you recommend? xox <3

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[clappingandcheering]

can you do more Percy smut pleaseeee❤️

I can try!!

(Percy x Reader)

"Hungry"

Warnings: Oral (f! receiving), Sub Percy, Praise. Percy is 'hungry' for you. Also, I did not proof read

Percy was hungry—hungry for what? You.

But you were reading, and he knew that if you were reading, there was no way in hell he could get you away from the book! So he crouched down in front of the couch on his knees and looked up at you with the best puppy dog eyes he could muster up.

"Y/n, Can I eat you out? Pretty please? You won't even have to stop reading; I swear I'll be good!" He pleaded and massaged your thighs with his hands, desperate for any sort of sensation from you.

You sighed annoyed and then flicked your hand, giving him an 'all clear' sign while you continued reading. The grin on his face was impossible to miss. God, he was so deprived of your taste that he was literally drooling.

He quickly took off your cute, innocent pyjama shorts and pulled your panties to the side before licking a slow and delicate streak up your pussy—a tester if you will.

He continued to devour your pussy just licking and kissing your clit while you let out tiny moans and whimpers every now and then. The only other noise in the room was the sound of Percy's tongue connecting with your now-soaking pussy. You were getting closer and closer to your high the words in your book becoming a blur before you put it down and placed a hand in his hair, scratching it gently.

"Good boy, keep going, m'gonna cum..." Your voice was laced with a sweet poison that drove him insane, and the fact that he now had your attention fully on him and off the book you loved so dearly, he never felt more satisfied as he quickened his pace and brought his finger up to hold onto your thighs so he could push himself further into your dripping cunt.

The sensation that was building in your stomach was gone almost as quickly as it appeared; your moans coated the room as Percy continued to lick up as much of your juices as he could, the taste of your sweetness driving his mind into a fogging daze with only the words 'pussy' and 'pretty' appearing.

You made an attempt to push him away from the stimulation too much for your sudden high, but Percy was just getting off to your pleasure—I mean, how could he not? You looked so pretty when you came because of him.

He muttered out a response from your pussy, "I'm still hungry. Don't wanna stop..."

The night was a little longer than you thought.

Now that I think about it, idk how I feel about this…like I don’t know if I like it 😀

[ceciliafim]

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Hii baby, how are you? I wanted to ask Percy something where the reader's relationship with Percy has all 5 love languages? And it's so cute and romantic🙃

I'm so good!!! I hope this is what you meant?? It's like how Percy would show each love language, if that makes sense. I tried!

(Percy Jackson x Reader)

"All the Ways I Love You"

It was one of those quiet nights at Camp Half Blood. The kind where the campfire was flickering in the distance, but it was mostly calm—no monsters, no quests, no chaos. Just the gentle sound of the ocean and the occasional laughter from the cabins.

You were lying on a blanket outside your cabin, your head resting on Percy’s chest as he traced lazy circles on your arm. His fingers were warm against your skin, his touch gentle, and you couldn’t help but smile. You were comfortable here, wrapped in his presence.

“You know, you’re really good at this whole'making me feel loved’ thing,” you said, glancing up at him.

Percy chuckled, his hand stopping its movement to cup your face. “You make it easy.” His thumb brushed across your cheek, and you felt your heart flutter. “Besides, you deserve all the love in the world.”

You smiled, feeling the full weight of the affection in his words. But there was something in his tone, something about the way he said it, that made you think about just how much he loved you—and all the different ways he showed it.

Percy shifted so that he could look you in the eyes, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. He was always a bit awkward with words, but when it came to you, he found a way to speak to your heart.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” He said softly, his voice low but full of sincerity. “Like, I’m seriously lucky to have you. You’re strong and kind, and you make everything better just by being you.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. “I’m not that amazing.”

“Yes, you are,” Percy said, his gaze never leaving yours. “And I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe me.”

You leant up to kiss him—a soft, lingering kiss that was all about how much you cared for him. But it wasn’t just that kiss—it was everything he said. You could feel his love in every word and every whisper.

Later, when the night air grew cooler, you pulled your jacket tighter around you, shivering slightly. Without a word, Percy stood up and quickly pulled off his hoodie, wrapping it around your shoulders. He didn’t even wait for you to ask; he just did it because he knew you’d need it.

“You’re going to freeze out here if you don’t wear this,” he said, his voice teasing but gentle as he adjusted the hoodie around you.

“I wasn’t cold before, but now that you mention it..." you smiled, feeling the warmth of both the hoodie and his thoughtfulness.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Percy said, sitting back down next to you. “It’s just what I do.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the quiet love in every little thing he did.

The next morning, you woke up to find a small bag of chocolate—your favourite brand—by your bedside. A note was tucked inside that simply read, Thought you might need some sweetness today.

You smiled, recognising Percy’s handwriting, though it was a little messy. He didn’t know much about buying the “perfect” gift, but he always knew exactly what you liked.

When you found him later by the lake, you teased him, holding up the bag of chocolate. “What’s this?”

Percy grinned sheepishly. “I saw it and thought of you. Figured it could make your day a little sweeter.”

You wrapped your arms around him, your heart swelling with affection. “You always know just what I need.”

“Guess I’ve learned a thing or two about you,” he said with a wink, and you kissed him again, feeling the sweetness of both the chocolate and his gesture.

The day continued with the two of you walking along the beach, talking about everything and nothing. Percy made you laugh with his usual jokes, but there was also something soft and serious in the way he’d listen to you—whether you were venting about something small or sharing a memory from your past.

Every moment with him felt like a treasure—just being in each other’s company made everything feel right. You didn’t need grand adventures or flashy gestures; the quiet moments of being together were enough.

“I love just being here with you,” you said, slipping your hand into his.

Percy smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

You didn’t need to say anything more. The way he held your hand, how he kept stealing glances at you with that goofy, love-sick grin, told you all you needed to know. Being with him was always enough.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Percy pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you both sat on the sand. His fingers gently brushed through your hair, and you felt his chest rise and fall against your back with each slow breath.

You snuggled into him, feeling safe, loved, and completely content. His touch was grounding, and every small caress of his hand on your skin sent sparks through you.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

You smiled softly, tilting your head to look up at him. “I’d like that.”

And in that moment, you realised that Percy didn’t just love you in one way. He loved you in all the ways that mattered—in every word, every action, every moment spent together. His love was full and infinite, wrapped in gestures both big and small.

"I love you, Percy," you whispered.

"I love you more," he whispered back, and then kissed you softly, tenderly, as if the world outside of the two of you didn’t exist.

With Percy, love wasn’t just something you felt—it was something you experienced in every way, every day. And somehow, it only made you love him more.

[clappingandcheering]

(Frank Zhang x Reader) 

Sizing

Warnings: smut. Size difference. Aged up. No protection (this is made up; use protection; be smart!). Biting. Overstimulation. Slight praise.

592 words

Being small had its perks, but now when your boyfriend is a giant—6'5 to be exact.

His giant calloused hand held your hips as you straddled his waist while the other stroked his cock once and then twice before pressing it to her entrace. You let out a whimper as his large dick slowly pierced through your tight cunt. 

He wiped your tears from your cheeks and pulled her down, holding her in his embrace.

“Are you okay? We can stop.” His eyes were drowned in lust, and deep down you knew he couldn't stop, even if he wanted.

You shook her head, determined to make him feel good, before using the wetness of your cunt to lower yourself further onto his cock, letting out small whines and whimpers until you were finally stuffed to the brim with his large dick. 

“Shit…” You leant back and held onto his thighs for support, and to both your surprises, there was a small lump on her stomach. Frank moved his hand over and pressed on it gently. A moan slipping threw her lips, the pressure making her clench around him, drawing a small groan from the giants lips. 

“So tight, baby... so good for me." He gently gripped your waist and guided you on his dick, starting slowly as your hips met the two lovers moaning in pleasure. 

His dick continued to draw sounds from your mouth as your body weakened and he picked up his pace, letting his bliss of pleasure take over his thoughts. You lean forward, your nails gripping onto his shoulders, which would leave cresent moon-shaped cuts to find in the morning. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, wrapping them around you as he thrust into you at whatever speed he could muster through his lust-filled thoughts. 

He held you tightly as he flipped you onto your back and wrapped your legs across each other from a ‘v’ to an 'x' hanging off his left shoulder while he leant forward, pressing them into your body. His hips moved at an impossible speed as he leant forward to capture your lips in a sloppy and breathy kiss, drawing you close to the edge. You let out a loud moan into the kiss, the tightness in your stomach unclenching as the tip of his dick reached an impossible depth. Your legs shake and quiver as he sat upright and continued to pound into your throbbing cunt, drawing his own high.

Your mind was overloading; there were no coherent words, only dazed mumbles of “fuck” or “too much.” Her body was tapping out, and you wanted to beg for him to stop, but the euphoric feeling was too addicting to stop. The feeling of his girthy dick filling you up and then leaving you half empty before stuffing you full again left you with blissful tears and drool down your chin.

“M’gonna cum, baby... so fucking close." He gripped your legs tightly while he thrust harshly into your cunt as deep as he could, biting her ankle to stop him from being too loud while thick ropes of cum spilt into her overstimulated cunt, the feeling drawing her to a second high. Frank thrust slowly, making sure he was drained dry before he slowly pulled out of her cunt, not wanting to hurt her or do any more damage to her now swollen pussy.

“You okay…?” You nodded and threw tears before holding your arms open.

“Can we cuddle?" He smiled hearfeltly, holding you in his arms while he lay on his back. His fingers ran through your sweaty and messy hair, soothingly letting you rest before he cleaned you up.

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(Percy Jackson x Reader)

"Together Through It"

Warnings: Vomit, pregnancy.

Percy during your morning sickness, just being a sweetie pie.

The sun had barely risen over Camp Half-Blood, the first light creeping through the cabin window, painting everything in a soft golden hue. But the peaceful morning felt anything but serene as you lay in bed, your stomach twisting uneasily. Morning sickness had been a constant companion lately, and today it was making its presence known again.

You groaned quietly, pulling the covers tighter around you, hoping for a few more minutes of rest. But the nausea was insistent, and your body didn’t seem to care that it was still too early. You tried to sit up, but the moment you did, a wave of dizziness hit, and you barely had time to throw off the blanket before you rushed to the bathroom.

You hadn’t even fully made it when you felt the telltale surge, your stomach lurching violently. As you stumbled toward the toilet, trying to brace yourself, a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“Hey, you okay?” Percy’s voice was thick with sleep, but there was immediate concern as he rushed to your side.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, not quite convincing yourself. “Just… just the morning sickness again.”

But you didn’t have much time to finish your sentence. With a barely contained groan, you bent forward, and the wave of nausea overtook you again. You could feel Percy’s hands at your back, steadying you, and before you knew it, his warm hand was gently holding your hair back, keeping it out of your face.

“I swear, I don’t know how you manage all this,” Percy said softly, his voice tinged with both sympathy and admiration. His fingers ran through your hair gently, brushing it out of your face as you took another moment to breathe.

You could barely manage a weak laugh, wiping your mouth as you straightened up. “It’s the pregnancy. The whole ‘growing a tiny human’ thing isn’t as glamorous as they make it seem.”

Percy chuckled, the sound deep and warm, despite the situation. “Yeah, I don’t think anyone told me the ‘pregnancy glow’ came with, like, fifty pounds of nausea and constant trips to the bathroom.”

You smiled, turning to face him, his gentle touch still at your back as you steadied yourself. “Well, I guess they didn’t tell me about the constant ‘I feel like I’m dying’ moments either.” You leaned against the sink, looking up at him with a half-smile. “But it’s okay. We’ll get through it.”

“Of course we will.” Percy grinned, reaching over to hand you a glass of water. “I’m here for every single crazy moment of it. Even the ones that involve me holding your hair while you, uh, throw up.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, but the affection in his eyes made your heart flutter. “Well, when you put it like that, I feel so glamorous.”

He leaned against the doorframe, still watching you with a soft smile. “You always look glamorous to me.” His voice dropped, playful and tender. “I mean, who else could look this good even when they’re not feeling their best?”

You laughed weakly, sipping the water he’d handed you. “I don’t know if you’re just being nice, but I’ll take it. Thanks, Seaweed Brain.”

“You’re welcome, Wise Girl.” Percy winked at you, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want to take it easy today? I can totally skip training and just hang out with you, make sure you’re comfy.”

You leaned back against the sink, your shoulders relaxing under his gaze. “I don’t want to ruin your day with my… growing a person drama. You’re not getting out of training that easily.”

Percy made a mock pout, crossing his arms dramatically. “But it’s for you! I can’t have my girlfriend feeling sick while I’m off battling monsters. The only thing I want to fight right now is your nausea.”

You rolled your eyes, but the affection in your gaze said everything you couldn’t quite express. “I’ll survive, Percy. But I think I could use a nap and maybe some ice cream… and I wouldn’t mind some company while I do it.”

A grin spread across Percy’s face as he took a step closer, his arms opening wide. “Now, that’s a mission I can definitely get behind.” He pulled you into a gentle hug, his warmth spreading through you. “We can nap, have ice cream, and I’ll even let you pick the movie—just so long as it’s not another one of those cheesy rom-coms.”

You laughed, snuggling into his chest. “Deal. But I’m warning you, there’s no way around the rom-coms. It’s part of my pregnancy cravings now.”

Percy groaned dramatically. “I should’ve known. But hey, anything for you and our tiny human.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand resting on your back as he pulled you close. “Besides, I get to be the one who spoils you, so I’m good with it.”

You smiled up at him, the nausea momentarily forgotten in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“You’re the lucky one, trust me.” Percy grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Now, come on. Let’s get you settled and find you some ice cream. Pregnancy cravings await!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he guided you out of the bathroom, his arm wrapped around you, ready to tackle the day with you—nausea, cravings, and all. After all, with Percy by your side, you knew you could face anything, even the not-so-glamorous moments of pregnancy.

[ceciliafim]

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(Jason x reader)

Christmas spirit

Warnings: None!

You and Jason are making Christmas cookies together, just having fun. It's so cute, I was literally kicking my feet.

It’s the middle of December, and the kitchen smells like cinnamon, sugar, and butter—exactly the kind of scent that fills you with warmth. Jason stands besides you, his fingers dusted with flour, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he rolls out dough on the countertop.

“You know,” he says, glancing over at you, “if you’re not careful, you might eat more than you bake.”

You laugh, reaching for a cookie cutter. “I wouldn’t be so bold. Not with you around.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh really? I thought I was the one who had to hold back.”

You meet his gaze—a playful challenge in your eyes. “Not this time.” You cut out a few star-shaped cookies and set them on the tray, your hands brushing briefly as you work side by side.

Jason leans over to grab more dough, and your fingers brush again, this time lingering just a second longer. When you look up, you catch the flicker of something softer in his eyes, something that makes your heart beat a little faster.

Without warning, he leans in, brushing a light kiss to your cheek, his lips warm and sweet. “You’re distracting me,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

You shake your head, trying to hide the smile that’s creeping up. “I’m just helping you focus.”

He laughs, the sound light and easy, and before you can even reply, he leans forward again—this time capturing your lips in a quick kiss, his fingers gently brushing your cheek.

“I’m getting better at this,” he grins against your lips, stepping back and grabbing a fresh ball of dough.

“Better? You’ve been perfect all along,” you say, your voice soft, a little breathless.

He looks over, that familiar glint in his eyes. “Perfect for Christmas cookies?”

“Perfect for everything,” you reply, the words slipping out before you can stop them. His expression softens, and for a moment, the only sounds are the quiet clinks of cookie cutters and the warmth of the oven in the background.

“Maybe we should make this a tradition,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

You smile, your heart full. “I think we just did.” And as you return to rolling the dough, Jason leans in once more, this time kissing you lightly on the lips, a gentle promise in the soft glow of the kitchen lights.

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"A Quiet Moment" Percy Jackson x Reader

Warnings: None

You and Percy share your first kiss together at camp.

The air was thick with the smell of the ocean—salt, wind, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The night was cool, and the camp was quieter than usual, with most of the campers resting after a long day of training.

You and Percy had stolen away from the hustle of camp, walking down to the beach. The sand was soft beneath your feet, and the sky above was a canvas of stars. The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow across the water.

“I can’t believe we actually have some time to ourselves,” Percy murmured, glancing over at you with a small, easy smile. He had that way of making everything feel effortless, even in the middle of chaos.

You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. “I think it’s the first time we’ve gotten a break in a while. It feels weird to just… be here. No monsters, no quests, no distractions.”

Percy shrugged, his hand brushing against yours. “Well, you deserve a break. You’ve been going nonstop for weeks.”

You turned to face him, your eyes catching the glint of the ocean in the moonlight. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Not if it means I get to spend time with you.”

He smiled, a soft blush colouring his cheeks as he stepped closer. “You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

There was a brief moment of silence, the sound of the waves filling the space between you. His hand gently brushed against yours, fingers tentatively reaching for yours. When your fingers interlaced, it felt natural, like the most obvious thing in the world.

You could feel his heartbeat as he leant in slightly, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you.

“Can I—” Percy started, his voice quiet, his words trailing off as if unsure.

But you didn’t need him to finish. You could feel the pull between you, the unspoken tension that had been building for days—weeks even. Slowly, almost instinctively, you leant forward, your lips meeting his.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft brush of lips that made your heart flutter. But as you both relaxed into it, it deepened—familiar, tender, and full of warmth. Percy’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you slightly closer, as if he didn’t want the moment to end.

You could taste the salt from the ocean on his lips, the faintest trace of warmth from the sun that had set hours ago, and the comfort of being with someone who made everything else feel so far away. His other hand rested lightly on your waist, his touch sending a warm thrill through you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Percy smiled—a little dazed, a little more serious than usual.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, “that’s definitely worth the wait.”

You smiled, your forehead resting gently against his as you both stood there, wrapped in the quiet of the night, the sound of the ocean the only thing that could break the peaceful silence.

And for that moment, with Percy’s arms around you, the world outside seemed far away. There was nothing else—just him and you, together, in a way that felt as effortless as the waves crashing on the shore.

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𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝘀𝘄ea𝗿 𝗜'𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁!

She/Her. Send request, and hopefully I'll be able to make it!

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻

♡ Means smut, btw

𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 Enemies to Lovers pranks Hungry ♡ Denying Godship for love? Shiny like the ocean A night to remember A quiet moment Together Through It All the ways I love you New Feeling ♡

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Leo Valdez thinking too hard Endless Dreams Smart Enough To Love You

Luke Castellan You weren't invited ♡ After the betrayal

Connor Stoll Messing around Kisses

Ethan Nakamura The argument Ethan's Thoughts Hateful Kissing

Frank Zhang Jealous Sizing ♡ Boo

Pollux The Last Dance The Party Of A Lifetime

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(Connor Stoll X Reader)

"Kisses"

Warnings: making out cute though.

The night was cool, the stars overhead barely peeking through the veil of clouds that had settled over camp. You and Connor Stoll were alone near the edge of the woods, away from the usual chaos of camp activities. The air felt crisp and fresh, and you could hear the rustling of the leaves in the trees around you.

Connor had been quiet for a while now, but you could tell he wasn’t uncomfortable. There was something comforting about his presence—how he always seemed so easygoing, like he didn’t care in the world. But tonight, it felt different. His usual joking smile was softer and more relaxed, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he was looking at you.

You had been talking about everything and nothing, both of you lying back on the grass, side by side, shoulders brushing. There was a comfortable tension between you, a silent pull that neither of you had acknowledged out loud. But Connor wasn’t exactly the type to let things hang in the air for too long.

"Are you cold?" he asked suddenly, his voice low, almost hesitant. He shifted on the grass, his hand brushing against yours. He didn’t pull away, and neither did you. The proximity felt different now, the space between you feeling smaller than it had before.

You shook your head, feeling the warmth of his touch spreading up your arm. “No, I’m okay,” you replied, your voice quieter than usual, unsure why your pulse was quickening and why his nearness seemed to fill every corner of your chest.

Connor turned towards you then, his face inches from yours. The space between you was so small that you could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his breath stirred the air around you. He had that mischievous grin on his face—the one that always made your heart skip a beat—but there was something else behind it now. Something softer, something deeper.

“You sure about that?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he closed the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed or forceful—just gentle, warm, and full of an unspoken question. His lips moved against yours in a way that felt new but entirely familiar at the same time. The pressure of his mouth was soft, just enough to make your heart flutter.

His hand found yours again, his fingers slipping between yours, holding you close as he deepened the kiss, just a little. It was a slow burn, the kind that made you forget the world around you, the kind that made the air between you thick with something unspoken but undeniable. Every shift of his lips, every brush of his fingers against your skin, seemed to draw you in even more.

The way he kissed you was like he was savouring the moment—gentle, tender, and full of quiet promises. It wasn’t anything wild or out of control. It was intimate, as if each movement was a careful exploration of something new, something fragile but real. You felt yourself leaning into him, responding to the gentle pull of his lips, your heart racing with every beat.

When he pulled away, his forehead resting lightly against yours, you could both still feel the echo of the kiss in the air between you. Your breath was unsteady, and Connor’s chest rose and fell in time with yours, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur, his breath warm against your face.

You smiled, unable to hide the way your cheeks flushed. “Yeah,” you breathed, your voice still a little shaky. “I’m definitely okay.”

And you were. More than okay.

[clappingandcheering]

(Jason Grace X Reader)

"The Distraction"

Warnings: Kissing, handholding, nothing bad.

It’s quiet. Just the sound of the wind brushing through the trees and the occasional rustle of leaves. You’re walking beside Jason Grace, his presence steady and calming as the golden afternoon sun casts long shadows across the earth. His fingers brush against yours, and you catch your breath, trying to act like you didn’t notice.

But you did.

He doesn’t pull away, though. Instead, he lets his fingers slip through yours, the warmth of his skin sending a gentle pulse of heat up your arm. His grip is light, but there’s an undeniable strength behind it—a quiet confidence that makes your pulse quicken.

“You okay?” His voice is soft, as though he’s worried he’s somehow made you uncomfortable. But you can hear the faint edge of amusement in his tone, like he knows exactly what effect he has on you.

You nod, your heart racing a little faster. “Yeah. Just... a little distracted,” you admit, not entirely lying. His proximity, the way his shoulder brushes against yours with each step, is hard to ignore. You can feel the warmth of his body even though there's space between you.

Jason smiles, and it’s a slow thing, like he’s savoring the moment. His eyes, a pale blue that reminds you of a summer sky, flicker down to your hand still clasped in his. He squeezes gently, his thumb running over your knuckles in a way that makes your stomach flip. The air around you seems to hum with a quiet tension, but it’s not uncomfortable. It feels... nice.

“So, what’s distracting you?” he asks, his voice lower now, teasing, but there’s a softness to it. It’s a question he’s asking, but you can feel the underlying curiosity—he wants to know, he wants to hear you say it.

Your breath hitches slightly, and you shift your gaze to him, catching the flicker of mischief in his eyes. You know he’s not entirely innocent, but it’s not like he’s pushing you. He’s just... there. His presence is so easy, so comforting, and you can’t quite tell if that makes it easier or harder to breathe around him.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, your voice a little quieter than you intend. “Maybe it’s just... you.”

His lips curl into a knowing grin, and the temperature between you seems to rise just a little. He leans in closer, his arm brushing against yours, his breath warm against your ear when he speaks again.

“Me?” he asks, his tone gentle but laced with something more—something that tugs at your chest in a way you can’t fully explain. His hand tightens around yours, and you feel the heat of his body pressing just a fraction closer.

You nod, feeling the pulse in your neck quicken. “Yeah. Just you. Everything about you.”

For a long moment, Jason says nothing, and you wonder if you’ve said too much. But then he stops walking, turning to face you fully. He’s so close now, his breath mingling with yours. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, as if it’s syncing with your own.

And then he’s smiling again, not teasing this time, but soft and genuine. He reaches up, his fingers grazing the side of your face, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers, warm and tender, his gaze soft but full of that intensity you can never quite look away from.

“Then I guess I should make sure I keep you distracted a little longer,” he murmurs, the words barely a whisper, but they carry a weight, a promise that makes your heart stutter.

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours—soft, slow, and gentle. The world around you fades, the sounds of the forest dimming as everything narrows down to the sensation of his kiss, warm and soft and just... right. There’s no rush, no urgency—just the feeling of him, steady and real, grounding you in a way that makes everything feel like it’s exactly where it should be.

When he pulls away, you’re breathless, your skin tingling where his fingers had touched you. His eyes are brighter, and there’s that faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“So,” he says, his voice a low murmur. “Still distracted?”

You laugh, the sound light and airy, and you feel lighter somehow, as though the weight of the world has shifted just enough for the moment to feel perfect.

“Very,” you admit, your heart racing in a way that makes you think maybe, just maybe, he feels the same.

[clappingandcheering]

(Jason Grace x Reader)

Kitchen Love

Warning: None!

You and Jason are married

"Oh, for Hades' sake!" you groaned, shaking your head as flour cascaded down your face, your hair now a ghostly white mess.

Jason, grinning like an absolute disaster in the making, held up his hands in mock innocence. "What? Now we're matching."

You blinked at him, then at the flour-covered mess all around you. He'd decided, for some godforsaken reason, that baking cookies would be a great idea. The kitchen, however, now looked like it had been hit by a snowstorm—and the storm's epicenter was clearly Jason. Flour dusted every surface, clung to his clothes, and, judging by the look on his face, some of it had even made it into his hair.

"You've got to be kidding me," you muttered, brushing the white powder out of your eyes.

Jason just shrugged, his smile turning a little sheepish. "Well, if we're going to make a mess, we might as well do it together, right?" His grin widened, and something in his eyes made you wonder if you were in for more than a simple kitchen disaster.

You sighed, knowing that once Jason had that glint in his eye, things were about to get... complicated. And then—before you could stop him—he scooped up another handful of flour, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.

You didn't have time to react before Jason was pressing his flour-covered hands to your cheeks, smearing the soft powder over your skin.

"Seriously?" you said, feeling your resolve begin to slip. Maybe you did deserve this, seeing as you were the one who agreed to this chaotic mess in the first place.

Jason’s eyes softened for a moment, and you could see the playful affection hidden behind the mischief. "C'mon, admit it. This is fun."

You looked at the kitchen again. "You call this fun?"

"Absolutely," he said, already leaning closer, flour-dusted fingers making their way toward your lips. "Unless you'd rather we skip the whole baking thing... and get to the kissing part?"

You stared at him for a moment, your heart betraying you by racing a little faster than you cared to admit. If anyone could convince you to ditch baking for something... more interesting, it was Jason. You both could end up looking like frosty snowpeople—or you could end up kissing.

Either way, you were already in it.

"You're lucky you're cute," you muttered, as Jason's grin widened, clearly knowing full well that he’d won.

And then the flour fight was on.