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digenerate-trash · 6 days ago

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Percy gives you an… interesting lesson on anatomy.

> Warnings: Typical DoL themes, medical terms, discussions of off screen bodily harm, brief discussion of murder

> Notes: There’s some smut at the end, pussy AND dick versions for the reader, Percy is referred to with only he/him here since it’s in the pov of pc, also if any information in this is wrong then blame Wikipedia bc that’s the extent of research I wanted to do for this silly horny fic lol (also it’s very simplified on purpose bc otherwise I would have ran out of ways to spice the writing up)

> Word count: 2215

You are in Percy’s room. Bleak walls protect you from the outside.

Percy sits at his desk, reading a book. He looks absorbed in it.

(1) Ask about the book he’s reading. <<

“I’ve seen you read that before… what’s it about?” You tilt your head inquisitively. You’re unable to see the actual title of the book from the angle he’s reading at.

Percy glances up at you, facial expression unreadable. “… It’s a textbook,” He quickly flips it towards you, and you spot the word ‘anatomy’ before he flips it back around. “Not some fictional fairytale as you seem to have assumed it was.”

You look between the book and him, maybe this is an opportunity to finally learn more about your… boyfriend? “Oh, I see….. why do you, uh, read about that? Is it for Sirris’ class…?”

He rolls his eyes. “Science is already my best class. I don’t need extra time for studying. This is for my own personal hobbies.” You feel like you have a pretty good idea about what he could be talking about. +Stress

“I’ve studied multiple textbooks for it. A few years ago I most likely wouldn’t have been able to even place where all of the major organs are located in the body— now I even understand the ins and outs of the central, peripheral nervous, and circulatory systems. And more, of course.” You kinda feel like he just started stroking his own ego at the end there…

(1) Enquire about the central nervous system.

(2) Enquire about the peripheral nervous system.

(3) Enquire about the circulatory system. <<

“The circulatory system… that’s for blood, right?”

“Good job, you managed to get it partially right. The circulatory system is about your blood vessels, heart, and the blood that runs through it— it doesn’t take a genius to understand that.” His tone was clearly sarcastic, and while you did have a vague understanding of the topic… you wanted to try and get him to talk more.

“I-I see! So… you know where all of my blood vessels are then? In my body?”

At this point, Percy had fully turned around in his desk chair to face you. “‘In my body’ as though your blood vessels would be somewhere else,” He scoffed. “Yes. I have the entire system memorized by now. It’s useful for knowing where to avoid stabbing someone, so they’re not out of commission too fast… what? Are you so dumb that you need me to teach you about it?” ++Stress

Before you can answer, he’s already stood up to his full height. “Okay then. Bed. Now,” It’s very telling how quickly you scramble to the other side of the room. “Clothes off too. Keep your underwear on, don’t you dare get any funny ideas.” You do as he asks, squirming under his scrutinizing gaze. +Arousal

Percy steps over to you and places a hand on your chest, pushing you down onto his mattress before manhandling you into a more convenient position. Now you feel like you’re about to be dissected…

He examines you from above, towering over you now. He stands still for a few seconds, as though he’s trying to determine the best way to start. Then, he clicks his tongue and places a claw directly onto the center of your chest. “We’ll start here. The heart. It pumps blood throughout the blood vessels in your body… I could go into the overall structure of the heart, but I’ll keep it dumbed down for you. There are multiple types of blood vessels, but today we’ll focus on my favorites. Arteries.” You feel a little concerned that he has a favorite genre of blood vessel.

He leans down and places his other hands claw directly next to the first, before gently running them up your chest. Gliding across your clavicle before ending up on the edges of your neck. You’re sure he can feel the bobbing of your throat as your breathing grows heavier. +Arousal

“Aortic arch. Brachiocephalic. Common carotids. Vertebral.” He presses his claws down into your skin oh-so gently. “What? You getting scared? I’m not even doing anything to you… yet.” He lets out an amused huff when you stiffen in response to his words. “Oh, calm down. It was a joke.”

He trails his claws back down again, stopping at your clavicle once more. He curves around the shape of them before moving down your arm. “Subclavian, right and left. Axillary…” Down… “Brachial…” Down…… “And then there’s…” He places a second finger next to the ones he already had pressed onto you. “The radial and ulnar arteries. Bifurcated from the brachial artery,” He finally stops his descent at your palms. “Finally, the palmar arches, deep and superficial.”

He traces over where you presume the arteries are located… you can’t help but blush over him handling your palms so sweetly. It’s possible he’s so deep into explaining that he doesn’t even realize how strangely intimate this is. +Arousal

“Did you know that cutting someone’s arms vertically rather than horizontally is the most effective way to ensure that they bleed to death? Deeper, damages more… isn’t that just. So. Interesting?” He emphasizes every word with a scratch up your arm, not deep enough to bleed, but enough to sting. You manage to stop yourself from flinching away, maybe you spoke too soon… +Pain

Percy lifts his hands away from your arms briefly. You shiver at the loss. He notices and rolls his eyes. “Am I going to be able to go over everything else, or are you going to cream your damn pants over me barely touching you before I can?” You blush deeply, and he groans in exasperation before placing his fingers in the original position they were in when you started. “… Anyways, the heart area itself has the ascending and descending aorta, the pulmonary artery, the coronary arteries… blah blah blah.”

He moves one claw down your torso, and you can’t help but feel like he’s pressing down harder than he was before. +Stress +Arousal

“Coming from the heart we have… celiac. The superior mesenteric artery. Renal— supplies blood to the kidneys...” Percy’s voice sounds completely focused. Maybe he’s zoned out, and you’re nothing more than some sort of medical chart to him now… the thought makes you bite your lip to avoid making an embarrassing noise. You start staring up at the ceiling to avoid that intense stare of his. +Arousal

He hums and continues with his musings— a distant part of you panics at how close he’s getting to your crotch. How mad is he going to be over you disobeying him and getting ‘funny ideas’?— “Gonadal artery. That’s the generic term at least, changes depending on what you have. Then there’s the inferior mesenteric artery. Not to be confused with the superior, of course.” Another ego stroke. Somehow. This is like a job to him. “Nearly at the legs now… common iliac artery,” You’re unsure when, but his other finger had now started mirroring the first again like before. “Which goes into the external and internal iliac arteries… then—“

He pauses. You inhale sharply. You can’t look down at him. You know precisely what he’s looking at. “You. Eyes down. Now.” He sounds pissed. Oh no. +Stress

Tentatively, you look down. Percy’s eye locks with yours, and you can tell that he’s unamused. Both of his hands are located on your thighs now, your brain is so fried you didn’t even notice when he had done that.

(If PC has a vagina)

A clear wet patch has formed on your underwear, utterly humiliating you at how easy it was for him to get you so wet. “Christ, how much of a desperate whore do you have to be to get this worked up over me barely putting my hands on you.” He spat the words out with utter contempt in his voice. You can’t stop the whimper that escapes you at the degrading words. That only makes him look angrier.

His hands grip at your thighs harder. “What? You think it’s hot having me study you or something? Want me to play scientist for you?” He leans up and over you intimidatingly, now looking at you face-to-face. The angle was slightly awkward due to the positioning of the bed, but your cunt throbbed over it anyways. +Arousal

“I-I just… your hands—“

“Oh? My hands? You got some sort of fetish for them? Or is it the claws?” By now his grip was nearly enough to break skin. “Do you like how easy it would be for me to slice you open? Cut and slash at you until you bleed out on my mattress? Or maybe…” He repositions his hands onto the back of your thighs so he can lift them up slightly. “You want me to shove them up your cunt? Fingerfuck you without any care for your safety? My claws would probably nick you, you know? Unless you’re into blood…” +Stress ++Arousal

You feel yourself tense up, your thighs instinctually trying to press together as you cum untouched. Percy’s eye widens and he looks down at the spot between your legs, now completely soaked. “Did you just—?” Your face burns. You can’t believe you just came that easily. +Stress

He takes a few moments to process, before his expression morphs into a scowl. “You pathetic little…” He growls and drops your legs, now going to grip at your shoulders, lifting you up and off of the bed. He carries you as your mind reels, barely even processing him opening the door to his bedroom and suddenly plopping you on the ground right outside. “Out. I need to see if you got my sheets wet— need to determine just how much I’m going to be pummeling you later.”

The door starts to shut as your brain finally starts back up again. “Wait— wait! What about my clothes!—“

“You’ll get them back later. Maybe. Better run to your room quick, before someone dubious gets an idea.” You think you see the hint of a sneer on his face as he slams the door in front of you.

You are in the main hall of the orphanage. A couple of orphans on cleaning duty sweep the floor.

You can’t bear the thought of someone catching you like this. You hasten to your bedroom.

(1) Next

(If PC has a dick)

Your cock strains against your underwear, tip peeking out at the top, utterly humiliating you at how easy it was for him to get you so hard. “Christ, how much of a desperate whore do you have to be to get this worked up over me barely putting my hands on you.” He spat the words out with utter contempt in his voice. You can’t stop the whimper that escapes you at the degrading words. That only makes him look angrier.

“I-I just… your hands—“

“Oh? My hands? You got some sort of fetish for them? Or is it the claws?” By now his grip was nearly enough to break skin. “Do you like how easy it would be for me to slice you open? Cut and slash at you until you bleed out on my mattress? Or maybe…” He spreads your thighs apart forcefully. “You want me to wrap them around your pathetic cock? So sad that you can’t fuck me proper that you’ll settle for my hand? Even when I dig them into you, you’ll probably just imagine it’s my hole squeezing around you instead. Even when I draw blood…” +Stress ++Arousal

You feel your hips instinctively buck up as you cum untouched, whining quietly. Percy’s eye widens and he looks down at the spot between your legs, cum now spread up your stomach. “Did you just—?” Your face burns. You can’t believe you just came that easily. +Stress

He takes a few moments to process, before his expression morphs into a scowl. “You pathetic little…” He growls and lets go of your thighs, now going to grip at your shoulders, lifting you up and off of the bed. He carries you as your mind reels, barely even processing him opening the door to his bedroom and suddenly plopping you on the ground right outside. “Out. I need to see if you got my sheets dirty— need to determine just how much I’m going to be pummeling you later.”

The door starts to shut as your brain finally starts back up again. “Wait— wait! What about my clothes!—“

“You’ll get them back later. Maybe. Better run to your room quick, before someone dubious gets an idea.” You think you see the hint of a sneer on his face as he slams the door in front of you.

You are in the main hall of the orphanage. A couple of orphans on cleaning duty sweep the floor.

You can’t bear the thought of someone catching you like this. You hasten to your bedroom.

(1) Next

#percy the crook #bro is like “fuck this whore”#wich is fair-

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