#like i'm a few inches off from hitting the bullseye

[willsimpforanyone]

Hey! Hope you’re having a good day, Can your please do a smutty dom/sub, dom Percy jackson x sub female Zeus!reader where it's an enemies to lovers but readers been being a brat and teasing the hell outa' Percy so he decides to "teach her a lesson" so he takes her to his cabin and they fuck and she has a thing for choking. . . ?

hi hello sorry for taking so long uni is hell and im so tired but apparently i cant focus on revising so im doing this instead ty for being so patient luv u

tis made clear they're both adults like literally i say they're adults is all good

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"What's the matter, Jackson?" I grinned as I landed a bullseye on the target and heard a grunt from next to me. "Not really your speed, it it?" My voice dripped with faux pity.

Percy's shot went wide and I laughed. He rolled his eyes and nocked another arrow. "How old are you? I thought we were adults, not fucking kids." He loosed the arrow and just barely struck the target.

I shrugged, following suit and doing better than he did, if not hitting where I was aiming. "Maybe, but you make it so easy to fuck with you, it's like you're into it." I winked at him.

This kind of banter was common- one of us would be better than the other at something, flaunt their skill unashamedly and piss each other off until one of us left or someone else came in to shut us up. It was a familiar routine; loathe I was to admit it, Percy was better than I was at a fair few things so when I got the upper hand, I relished it.

"Come on, Perce, just give in." I cocked my head to one side, looking up at him. "Sea Daddy didn't give you this skill and I'm up by 6 points, you can't beat me at this."

He barked a laugh. "Sea Daddy? I should strike you down where you stand."

I waited until he nocked his next arrow. About to shoot it, I stood on my tiptoes, as close to his ear as possible. "Is that a promise?"

Percy's arrow flew into the ground, a faint pink staining his cheeks. I backed off, cackling. "Aw, too far?"

He stood frozen for a second. I paused mentally. It wouldn't be the first time I flirted with him, teasing him like this was just one of the weapons in my arsenal- I always made sure not to do anything too bad, just enough to catch him off guard. Maybe today was just a bad day and I'd gone too far.

Instead, Percy lowered his bow to drop it on the ground, stepping over his quiver of arrows to move towards me. There was a wolfish grin on his lips. "Not close enough, princess."

My breath caught in my throat. That was a new one; nicknames were sometimes used, sure, to annoy the other but 'princess' was new. And effective, apparently.

Determined to stand my ground, I stayed still as Percy crossed the short distance between us. He was a good few inches taller than me. I caught myself looking into his eyes and tried to school my face into something resembling superiority.

He smelled really good.

"No retort? Nothing to say, hm?" Percy's tone was slightly condescending and I don't know if it was the proximity, the nickname or the fact that I suddenly realised I had this incredibly attractive man focusing all his attention on me, but I felt a little weak at the knees.

Now is not the time to be discovering kinks, dammit.

"I-I..." I sputtered. "...Princess?"

Smooth.

Percy grinned, tongue just sweeping over his lower lip. "If I knew a little pet name would shut you up, I'd have done this weeks ago."

Well. Shit. Guess I'm going all in, humiliation be damned.

"Kiss me."

Percy blinked. "...what?"

I twisted a hand in the front of his shirt. "You heard me, Jackson." That's right, I still have some words left. "You started this, what are you gonna do about it?"

There was no hesitation. Percy pressed closer to me and slammed his lips on mine, hands coming round my waist and fingers digging into my back. I inhaled sharply, instantly dizzy with the rush of arousal that flooded my system.

Time slowed for a moment, just enough so that all I knew was Percy, Percy and his lips and his hands and his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage.

We broke apart, panting slightly, eyes locked. I was the first to break.

"My place or yours?"

Percy growled something that might have been 'mine' and grabbed my hand, pulling me after him. I stumbled a few times but we made it to the Poseiden cabin; luckily there were very few people around, everyone either in their cabin or busy. No one to see me eagerly following Percy into his cabin and definitely no one to hear him push me up against the door and press his lips to mine again.

My fingers ran through his hair, his hands back on my hips pinning me against the wood. Damn, I forget how strong he is. I tried shifting my position slightly and he merely readjusted his grip, I couldn't even lift away from the door. The knowledge that he was using hardly any effort to keep me still sent a fresh wave of horniness through my brain and I fought to keep a whine from escaping my lungs.

Yeah, I know we fight and tease and try to annoy the fuck out of each other but holy Hades if this guy isn't gorgeous and currently all I can think about.

Percy tugged at my hair, pulling to expose my neck and licked a stripe up my skin. "You okay with this?"

I did my best to nod.

Immediately, he stepped back, letting go of me completely. "No, do better, princess, yes or no?"

Gorgeous and respectful of consent, the gods really put effort into making this one.

I swallowed, forcing my brain to make coherent words. "Yes, yes, I am very okay with this, get back here."

Percy smirked. "So demanding." He went to sit on his bunk, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head to the side. "If you want it, you have to come over here."

Bitch, thinks he's in control. He's right, but I didn't have to give in so easily. I steadied myself.

"Oh, you think I'm that easy? We'll see."

I kept my eyes on him, shrugging my jacket off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Kicking off my shoes was hardly sexy, but I kept going, getting a little closer to the bed. I thanked everything possible that I was wearing a dress, the soft material settling just below mid thigh. The shorts I wore under them were quickly gone, and I was left in a dress, underwear and a bra.

Percy's chest was rising a little heavier with each item of clothing I rid myself of and I knew just how to get a little of my power back. I moved to stand right in front of him and lifted the back of my dress. I winked and pulled my underwear off, one leg at a time, until they were pooled on the floor. To no one's surprise, there was a wet patch in the middle.

Percy groaned, hands fisting in the sheets. I stood in between his open legs, not touching but so, so close.

"Aw, you liked my little show, Jackson?" I giggled. "Gods, I bet you're desperate to see under here-" I played with the hem of my dress. "-am I right?"

In a flash, Percy stood, hefted me up and threw me on his bed. I bounced on my back, a breathless laugh punched out of me. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and flipped up my dress.

"Such a fucking brat." Percy's voice was low and slightly gravelly, fingers pressing into the flesh of my legs. I squeaked at the sudden movements and the slight embarrassment of being exposed so abruptly.

"Maybe this will teach you a lesson." He dove in between my thighs, licking a stripe up my pussy, moaning at the taste. I choked as he ate me out with fervour, keeping my legs apart easily even as I fought to close them around his head.

Percy's face was soaked, tongue driving me insane as it swirled over my clit. Two of his fingers pushed inside me and I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from yelling. I felt him grin against me, not moving his fingers, just keeping them insider my pussy and laving his tongue over my folds.

"P-Percy, fuck-!" I reached down to grasp his hair in my hands.

He pressed a kiss to my clit, looking up at me with a smug smile on his face. "What is it, princess? A little needy?" I somehow felt myself get even wetter, and Percy noticed. "Oh, you like being called 'princess', hm? Cute, but you're gonna have to work for me to do anything else, baby."

I groaned in arousal and annoyance. "Wh-what do you want, b-bastard?"

Percy tutted, and withdrew his fingers. "Nope, c'mere." He stood and sat on the bed, reaching over and dragging me until I sat straddling his lap, bare pussy just touching his jeans. I clutched at his shoulders as he inserted his fingers into me again.

"Now, if you want to be fucked properly, you're going to fuck yourself on my fingers until you come and I'm not going to help, okay, princess?"

Oh, a cruel, cruel, insanely hot man. Damn my power, damn everything in me that wanted to push back at him, I wanted to come and an infuriating part of me wanted to please him. Fuck.

My cheeks were bright red, my dress covering the obscene sight of Percy's hand wet and his fingers inside my pussy, but slowly, slowly, I lifted myself a few inches and sat back down. Fuck, his fingers were so long. I repeated my action, a little stronger. A little faster, a little more, until I was riding his fingers and he was kissing me and despite his former promise he was pumping his hand and using his thumb to press circles into my clit.

I was so worked up it didn't take long for my orgasm to rip through me. I let out a choked sound and Percy used his other hand to press over my mouth to muffle my noises. "Fuck, you sound so pretty when you come, princess, but we gotta be quiet, okay?" My hips were still stuttering against his hand, but I nodded.

The flash of a thought shot through my orgasm-addled mind. I released one of Percy's shoulders and touched his hand across my mouth. Gently, I guided it to just rest on my neck, the weight at once comforting and dizzyingly arousing.

"This okay?"

He stared at my neck, at his hand reaching from one side to the other and very carefully he squeezed his fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head. "Shit, yes, very okay, princess." He gently withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to his mouth. He licked my come off his hand, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, that was so hot, you did so good, my good little princess, you want me to fuck you now?"

He was so deperate for me, it gave me a rush of power to have him like this even if I'd just ridden his hand because he asked.

"Yes, fuck, please fuck me, Percy."

He moved me off his lap like I was delicate, something he'd break if he wasn't careful, and stripped as quickly as possible. His cock slapped against his stomach and I felt my mouth water. Still a little shaky, I got up on my knees and pulled at his hips until he was facing me. I reached out and took his cock in my hand, licking at the tip.

Percy heaved a breath. "Oh, princess, as much as I'd love to have you suck me off, if I don't get inside you in the next minute I might actually combust."

I giggled. "Well, we wouldn't want that."

I watched him fish a condom out from the drawer by his bed and bit my lip as I watched him slide it on and jerk himself a few times. "Alright, baby, how do you wanna do this?"

Laying back against the pillows, I slipped off the straps of my dress. Percy got the message pretty quickly.

In a second, he was hovering over me, pulling the top of my dress down. He reached round to my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He bent his neck and nipped little red marks over my chest, licking over my pebbling nipples and I inhaled sharply. "I've been good, haven't I?"

Percy nodded. "So good for me."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Then fuck me like you hate me."

He smirked, reaching down a hand to guide his cock to push into me inch by inch. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

I barely had any time to adjust to him when he started pounding into me, hips pistoning and abs clenching. Moans worked their way between my lips despite my best efforts, unable to be silent at the delicious friction he ws giving me.

"So hard to be quiet, isn't it?" Percy panted into my ear. "Poor thing, let me help with that."

Not stopping his movements, he sat back on his heels, pulling my hips up to him and smoothing one hand down my body to rest heavy on my throat. My tits bounced as he thrusted hard into me, my hands clutching at the sheets, the pillows, his arm, the hand that promised to just slightly cut off bloodflow to my head.

My vision went slightly fuzzy, my head deliciously dizzy and all I could do was lie there and take it, take his cock hammering into my pussy and feel the build up of my second orgasm.

"Sh-shit, princess, you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna- I'm gonna come, fuck!" Percy hissed through his teeth. "Touch yourself for me, that's it, such a good girl, fuck."

I rubbed my clit harshly with as much focus as I could, feeling myself come from my toes, rolling up through my body and exploding in my lower stomach. Percy's lip was swollen and red from where he'd been biting it and I felt his hips stutter, flooding the condom as he came.

There was a minute of quiet, both of us recovering, breathing evening out. I squeezed my eyes shut against the overstimulation as Percy pulled out, shushing me gently. There was a moment where he removed the condom where I truly thought he was just going to leave and my heart squeezed painfully, but he returned almost immediately.

"Hey, sit up, baby, that's it." He helped me up to sit on his bed, summoning some water and pouring it in a cup he'd found. He handed it to me. "Drink at least half of that, please. I'm gonna get some new clothes, okay?" Pressing a kiss to my head, he wandered about the cabin gathering sweatpants and t-shirts for us.

Obediently, I swallowed almost all the water, waiting sleepily for him to offer me his clothes.

Percy slipped on some clothes, helping me stand and after getting my permission, slipped off my dress and helped me put on one of his camp t-shirts and a pair of warm sweatpants.

"Better?" He whispered, maintaining the soft atmosphere we'd managed to cultivate.

I nodded. "Mm, yeah, thank you."

He blushed, wrapping me in his arms. "No problem, princess."

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ty for requesting, i hope you liked!!

[ozarkthedog]

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

summary: Lloyd fucks you with his gun simply because he can.

warnings: 18+ only. lloyd hansen. threats. sex with a weapon. dirty talk. slight dubcon but all parties are willing. light choking. 1 ruined orgasm. slight anal play. don’t fuck guns, m’kay? no beta, only myself to blame.

word count: 1,801

author’s note: thanks to Twitter for inspiring me to write this. I mean it was only a matter of time since I’m a slut for fucking objects that shouldn’t be fucked. 😈

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

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Lloyd fires off a shot with steady hands and a killer focused stare. The kickback makes his forearms flex, the muscle fibers under his collared, blue and white striped shirt twitch from the blow.

You lean against the wall behind him as he studiously works. You’d been at the small gun range for the last hour or so. It was a private club and the middle of the week so it was rather quite besides the loud shots that rang off every so often from Lloyd’s gun. He was trying out a new technique and he wanted to make sure it was a good fit before using it on the field.

Shot after shot he hit the target with stunning ease. Little holes peppered the paper bullseye with acute accuracy. He wields the gun so confidently; it makes you lightheaded at times. He was immensely self-assured after all these years that you were pretty sure he could hit the target blindfolded.

A dull throb pulses through your core. You discreetly rub your thighs together as you watch him shoot anxiously trying to quell the growing ache but it was no use.

He smirks to himself as he notices you from the corner of his eye when he loads his gun with another round. You thought he wouldn’t see the small movements but he’d been suspicious the last few times you accompanied him.

Lloyd fires off 5 quick shots before suddenly turning to face you with a sly smile.

He cocks his head to the side with one eyebrow raised. “I did wonder why you came with me to the range but never wanted to partake.” He tongues the corner of his mouth playfully as he looms over you.

You freeze. “What? I enjoy your company is all.”

He slides his gun into the leather holster that hangs off his hip and steps towards you, barricading you to the wall with his arms and body. He tips his head down and drags his nose up the side of your neck like a predator sniffing out its prey.

“Nah, I don’t think that’s it.” He says with a curt tone. “So why don’t you stop fucking around and tell me.”

The jig was up.  

You whine his name and dig your hands into his collar as you confess. “I love watching you shoot. I don’t know why. But I just want you to fuck me so hard whenever I watch you.” Your brows tug together with shame but Lloyd grinds his hips into your belly.

“Fuck- I love seeing you so fucking needy, Sunshine.” He grunts and moves his hands to the edge of your dress pulling it up a few inches until he spies the beginning of a wet patch on your panties.

“Lloyd! Not here!” You squeal and reach for his hands but he spins you on the spot and shoves your chest into the wall.

He presses a strong hand on the back of your neck and keeps you pinned. "Where do you think you're going, Sunshine? You said you wanted a nice hard fuck, so I'm gonna give it to you."

You grind your ass against his growing covered bulge with a purr. “Well then hurry up and get your cock out.”

Lloyd smacks your ass and clicks his tongue at you.

"You're not getting my cock." His length twitches beneath his slacks in anticipation of what he was about to do. 

It was diabolical but he couldn’t help but combine the two things he loved most.

You and firearms.

"I’m gonna fuck you with my lauger, Sunshine."

Your heart stops beating.

He couldn't be serious. Lloyd was a sociopath but there was no way he would put you in this amount of danger. 

His lips brush your ear softly, a stark contrast to the way he's treating the rest of your body. "Trust me."

You mentally curse your cunt for instantly flooding with arousal at the threat of being fucked with his gun. 

His body crushes yours, knocking your bones into the plaster, not giving two shits about your whimpers of anguish. "Come on now, we both know how much you get off on the pain."

You growl in response but he retaliates by flipping your dress over your hips and tearing your panties off. The elastic bites into your skin and makes you shudder. Lloyd kicks your feet apart and presses his hand forcefully to the center of your back.

"Stick that ass out. Wanna see how fucking wet you are cause I sure as fuck can smell you."

Lloyd whistles at the sight of your obscenely drenched core. “God damn, Sunshine. Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re soaked. So fucking wet you look like you could take me and the pistol at the same time.”

His fingers dance around the curve of your ass, smoothing your goose bumped flesh before lewdly spitting on your cunt.

"Just for added measure.” He croons with a sick tone. The sinful act makes you jolt, bumping your cheek against the wall with a pitiful whine. 

"Shh, gonna fuck you up real good. You'll see." He promises as he unholsters his gun.

Lloyd groans from the deep cavern of his chest as he carefully presses the metal barrel to your dripping folds. He traces the tip around your slick entrance, grinning to himself when your cunt flutters and drools even more arousal.

Your back arches like a tightly wound bow as he penetrates your body with the lauger. The iron spreads your walls over its smooth barrel, forming your channel to its foreign shape with ease. 

Llyod stops when your clit nudges the receiver and a wanton moan falls from your lips at the pleasurable contact. Your mind spins heavily from feeling the deadly weapon nestled so intimately inside you. 

How many people had he killed with it?

"How's that feel? S'that what you needed, Sunshine?"

You gasp as he pulls the barrel out until just the tip rests at your opening. "I asked you a fucking question." He scolds and swats your ass, hard.

Your skin sizzles as you gasp your reply. "Good. Fuck- so good."

A brute hand latches onto your shoulder and keeps you still as he slides the gun in and out, slow and steady, making your cunt throb under his skillful touch. 

He licks a hot stripe up the side of your neck and it makes you groan when he bites down on the tendon. “Love seeing your cunt stretched like this,” His mustache tickles the sensitive skin as he purrs. “Even better knowing it’s my gun.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs ache from holding the position for so long. Your belly twists at how devastatingly good it feels to have the firearm rub and caress your cunt. 

You felt ashamed and yet you chase your peak greedily as Lloyd fucks you open with an unwavering pace.  

“You like this huh? You gonna come on my gun, Baby?” The hand on your shoulder pulls you down on to the weapon and elicits a shocked yelp from your lips. “Your cream is dripping down the handle so I know you fucking do.”

You shake your head from side to side. Too overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“I.. I don’t-” You sputter, tripping over the words as he angles the gun towards your g-spot. A spark lights at the base of your spine and you clench hard around the rigid metal. “Fuck, Llyod. I can’t-”

“What’dya mean, “I can’t”?” He questions as his fingers grab your neck, angling your head to the side so you meet his glare.

“I got a trigger finger, baby. You don't wanna make me upset." Lloyd casually threatens before flashing you his classic sadistic grin.

He juts his chin towards your ass. "Spread that ass for me. Go on, fucking ride my gun."

A nervous hiccup bubbles in your throat but the nerves turn into something hot and feral. You acquiesce and lewdly spread your cheeks apart with shaky hands. He keeps you stable with one hand on your shoulder while the other holds the gun still for you.  

You cautiously sit yourself back onto the weapon, gaining courage with every bounce. Your cunt squelches with each glide down the searing steel and it makes you simultaneously embarrassed and so fucking turned on. 

"Yeah, grind back on it, pretty girl. Let me see my lauger spread you open." He grunts.

You feel his breath on the back on your neck as he looks down at where the metal disappears into your glistening core, watching as your petals curve and gape around his glock.

His unholy words spur you on as you shove your hands against the wall and push your sopping core down as far as it’ll go. Your clit strokes the receiver, rubbing the hard alloy with every stroke as you grind hedonistically, like a woman possessed, and chase your peak.

Just as you were careening towards the edge, something wet hits the rim of your ass. You swerve off course from your impending orgasm with a shocked squeal.

You writhe and cry from your ruined orgasm as Lloyd rubs his thumb steadily around your puckered hole.

“Maybe one day, I’ll shove my gun up your ass while I fuck you.” He adjusts his hold with lighting speed, snaking his free hand around your throat and compresses your carotid artery. “You’ve always wanted to try DP haven’t you, Sunshine?”

A sick, choked gasp sounds from your throat at the depraved image and your body heaves forward with a gratifying jolt. A heavy knot forms in your belly, tying itself so tight as your orgasm races to the precipice. Your vision blurs as you come with a hoarse shout around his gun.

“God damn, Sunshine. That was fucking hot.” Lloyd praises as he slides the obscenely soaked pistol from your core. 

You turn and sag against the wall, catching your breath for a moment before Lloyd pulls you in for a ferocious kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue as he licks possessively into your mouth.

You push him away as the room still spins from the onslaught of stimulation he forced upon you. Your eyes go wide at how the gun looks in his hand. It’s almost completely covered in your slick, shining like a new plastic toy gun right from the box. Pearly white arousal coats the darkness of the gun and gives the steel a crude marbling effect.

His leans his forehead against yours and takes a deep breath. He tugs on his bottom lip hesitantly; as if he’s contemplating something wicked.

“I wonder if this’ll still work?” He questions, nonchalantly. 

He raises the gun and aims towards the opposite end of the room and fires.

You scream and cover your ears as the bullet hits the paper with precision. A tiny hole cuts through the paper bullseye and your heart lodges in your throat.

“Huh, how ‘bout that?” He says with a dark chuckle.

Your heart lurches into your throat. It was loaded. You just fucked a loaded gun.

“What the fuck, Lloyd!?” You stare at him incredulously.

He rolls his eyes and dismisses you with a wave, “I had the safety on the entire time.”