I Love Percabeth

I love Percabeth

Hey there! Hope you are having a great day!🙂 could u please write a Percabeth fic with badgirl!Annabeth and kind of Nerdy!Percy? Perhaps in 🛏 Percy flips the tables where he is SUPER dominant and he uses Annabeth’s kinks against her? Sorry if that’s 2 specific!

ooo an au and a smut? i'll do my best!

sidenote- i'm such a sucker for pet names so 'doll', 'darlin'' and 'babygirl' are gonna make frequent appearances

i don't think there are any warning needed

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"Annabeth, please, I need to concentrate." Percy frowned at the papers in front of him, puzzling over the maths. Annabeth sighed, flopping on the bed, her black leather jacket creaking as she threw her hands behind her head.

"I'm bored, Seaweed Brain," she lightly kicked the back of his chair with a boot. "And you've been staring at the same problem for twenty minutes so clearly you are too." Annabeth leaned up on her forearms, blonde twists tucked behind her ear. "What, I'm not as interesting as marine biology?"

Percy chuckled, but his eyes stayed fixed on the paper. "You're plenty interesting, but right now I really need to figure this out, okay?"

Annabeth sat up properly. "Can I help?"

"You're a genius at architecture and ancient Greek, babe, but marine biology has unfortunately never been a hyperfixation of yours." Percy noted something down on the paper and Annabeth's heart fluttered at the petname. It wasn't often that her boyfriend called her anything other than 'Annabeth', 'Annie', 'Beth' or 'Wise Girl'.

The leather jacket was shrugged off and Annabeth was left in black ripped jeans and a tank top, sleeves dipping to her hipbones. "Perce, you gotta relax," she stood behind his chair and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her lips touched his ear as she leant down. "I know, for a fact, I can help with that."

Percy reached up and lightly stroked her cheek, but returned his attention to his damn work. "I'm serious, Beth, I have to finish this by tomorrow."

Eyes rolling, Annabeth threw herself back on the bed. Clearly, being subtle wasn't working. Well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Honey, I'm bored, and I want attention. Specifically your attention." She fixed her eyes on the back of his head. "I want it now, Percy. Get over here."

There was a tense pause. Percy's pencil stopped scratching across the page.

He sighed.

"You're so demanding."

...that was a different tone than Annabeth was used to.

It didn't matter, she was ready to be in control. Percy silently got up from the desk and neatly tucked his chair in, picking up Annabeth's leather jacket from the bed and placing it on the back of the chair. Annabeth made to stand up from the bed, but Percy's hand pushed her back down.

"No, you wanted my attention, right?"

Annabeth paused. This was different. "...yes"

"Then strip."

Percy's voice was deep, commanding, and Annabeth shifted slightly on the bed. "What?"

He placed his hands either side of her thighs, eyes focused on hers. "I don't think I need to repeat myself, baby, do you?"

Oh fuck. Annabeth was so screwed.

Percy backed away, arms folded and giving her space. She stood, uncomfortably aware of her slightly shaky legs, and somewhat inelegantly kicked off her boots. No reaction. She shimmied out of her jeans and tossed them on the floor. No reaction. She pulled off her shirt and tossed that too. About to pull off her bralette, Percy held up his hand to stop her.

"Sit up on the bed."

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. "Since when did you start giving me orders?" She loved this new side, but oh boy was she gonna make him work for it.

The dark smile on Percy's face sent electricity through Annabeth's body. "Since when did you start obeying them, darlin'?"

He moved forward, so close they were almost chest to chest. "Now, be a doll, and sit on the bed. Leaning against the headboard, if you'd be so kind."

Annabeth moved onto the bed almost before realising it. Her breath caught in her throat as Percy grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, revealing toned, lean muscles.

Percy's eyes were dark, a shadowy green that pierced into Annabeth's smoky greys as he knelt on the bed, lowering his head to press kisses down Annabeth's thighs.

Shaky breaths left Annabeth as he kissed closer and closer to the line of her underwear. He winked as he nipped at her skin, pulling a gasp from her. "What, no retort? No witty comeback, Wise Girl?"

"Fuck o-" Annabeth choked on her words as Percy licked a stripe up her clothed pussy.

"That's what I thought," he whispered and leaned up, taking the material between his teeth and dragging it down, lifting her hips to pull the underwear down her legs and throw them across the floor.

Annabeth's head was whirling. Her sweet nerd had a whole other side to him and she felt out of her depth in the best way.

She slapped a hand across her mouth as Percy flicked and writhed his tongue, stifling the moans that threatened to spill out. A sharp slap to the outside of her thigh jolted her body, and she looked down to see Percy glaring at her.

"Don't you dare."

He dove back in and Annabeth's back arched, hands fisted in the sheets as her eyes squeezed shut and moans filled the room. Percy trailed his fingers so slowly across her skin she almost screamed when he plunged them into her, the new sensation lighting her on fire.

"Perce, fuck, more!"

Immediately, Percy pulled away, leaving his girlfriend panting and whining. "I don't think you're in the position to make demands, babygirl."

Annabeth pouted. "What? You just stopped, why?"

"You demanded attention like a brat," Percy shrugged, sitting back on his heels. "And now I'm giving it to you, you think you deserve more?"

A shiver ran down her spine as Annabeth registered the tone and the fact that her sweet, usually submissive boyfriend just called her a brat.

"Tell you what," Percy trailed a finger down her stomach. "If you ask nicely, and be a good girl for me, I'll give you what you want." He smirked. "Sound good?"

Annabeth tried her hardest to not instantly say yes, to retain some of her dignity. She was the tough one, the one everyone knew not to fuck with, and now she was on the verge of begging her boyfriend to fuck her.

She nodded.

"That's my girl." Percy beckoned her to sit up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His lips were a soft contrast to his behaviour, and she smiled into the kiss.

All too soon, Percy pulled away, but kept his hand on her neck. "Now, darlin', ask me for what you want."

She swallowed any uncertainty. "I want you... I want you to fuck me."

Percy shook his head. "That sounds like a demand, babygirl. Try again."

The fucker wanted her to beg.

"...please, Percy, please fuck me, I'll be good, I promise!"

The dark smile that spread over his face settled a pleasantly tight feeling in Annabeth's lower stomach. Percy pushed her back so she laid on the bed, and he kicked off his jeans and underwear. "That's much better, darlin'." He reached into the drawer by the bed and withdrew a condom, tearing open the packet and rolling the latex onto his cock. He slid back in between her legs, head dipping into the crook of her neck. Annabeth pushed against Percy's hips as his lips made contact with her skin, and both moaned at the friction.

"You're so gorgeous, baby." Percy nipped at her skin, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

"Perce, please, stop teasing me," Annabeth looped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, pressing her body up against his. "I asked nicely, please, plea-"

Annabeth cried out and threw her head back as Percy thrust into her. He kept an unrelenting pace, and it was all she could do to hold onto him.

"This what you wanted, huh?" Percy's heavy breath was on her neck, his voice directly in her ear. "You wanted my attention, you finally got it, right?" Annabeth didn't answer, eyes closed and mind clouded with lust and pleasure. Percy slapped her thigh, snapping his hips into her hard. "Answer me, babygirl."

Annabeth shrieked. "Yes! Yes, this is what I wanted, Percy, thank you baby, I got what I wanted!"

Percy chuckled lowly into her neck. "That's my girl."

He sped up the pace, hitting that spot inside her that had her toes curling, stomach clenching, nails digging into his shoulders. "I-I'm so close Perce, don't stop, please please please don't stop-"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Wise Girl." Percy kept his movements consistent, only dragging a hand down Annabeth's body to rub circles in her clit.

Annabeth came with a scream, eyes squeezed shut and legs wrapped around her boyfriend's hips. Percy groaned deeply, reverberating in his chest as he spilled inside the condom, stilling his motions inside of her.

His arms shook with the effort to not collapse on top of her, and he gently pulled out of her. Shifting to the side of the bed, he let himself fall on the bed next to her. Removing the condom and tying off the end, he threw it expertly in the bin.

"Baby, that was just a whole new side of you, huh?" Annabeth smiled.

Percy blushed red, a stark contrast to just a few minutes ago. "Did you like it?"

She brushed his hair behind his ear. "It was new, but I did like it." She poked his shoulder. "My cute nerd has a dominant side, who knew?"

Percy grinned, and pecked her cheek. "Can I go back to my paper now, brat?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but smiled and shoved him off the bed. "Get back to it, Seaweed Brain."

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i very much hope you enjoyed! this took me forever to write bc executive dysfunction is a bitch but thank you so much for requesting!

John Bubniak

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Part 3 of coloring in Alexandria Monik’s sketches from NYCC 2022

Percabeth 💙🧡

Percabeth sleepy winter morning sex?

this got really explicit and raunchy, but i like it. it’s kinda weird, haha. anyhow, i hope you like it.

a little death (e)

When her eyes flutter open, she can see the snow falling lazily outside the apartment window. There’s sunlight streaming in through the window in a way that can only happen on Sundays — where the sunbeams seem suspended in air and small pieces of dust waltz around lazily inside them. Annabeth stretches as she yawns and pulls the covers over herself. It feels so warm under the covers and so cold outside of them. Her arm bumps into Percy’s shoulder and makes him stir.

“Annabeth?” he mumbles, his eyes still closed.

His arm is still wrapped around her as he lies on his stomach, and Annabeth pulls his arm tighter against her.

“Morning,” she says.

Percy groans and shifts slightly. “I don’t wanna,” he grumbles.

“Don’t wanna what?” Annabeth asks, laughing.

“I don’t wanna wake up,” he pouts. “It’s warm here. I’m not moving.”

She laughs quietly to herself and closes her eyes again, washed in the tide of his breathing. Their breathing falls into an easy cadence and she’s almost tempted to fall back asleep, but when she shifts, she can feel him, half hard in his pajamas. Her breath catches in her throat slightly, but she’s sure he doesn’t notice. Unable to resist, she grinds her ass against him and relishes in his soft moan and the way that he grows harder almost immediately.

“Are you trying to start somethin, Wise Girl?” he asks, his eyes still resolutely closed.

Annabeth just hums in response, grinding slow circles until he’s almost painfully hard. They’d fucked last night. Saturday nights were reserved for rough, brutal sex, and Sunday mornings were reserved for luxuriant, slow sex. Well, technically not just Sunday mornings. Sundays in general meant fucking as many times as she could get him hard and then ambushing him at random intervals throughout the day until they were both completely worn out. The anticipation of a quiet, winter day of luxuriant sex sent a wave of heat through her.

“Annabeth,” Percy breathed.

“Do you want me on top so that you can stay under the covers?”

For the first time, he opens his eyes and smiles. “You’re a lifesaver, please and thank you,” he says.

Annabeth rolls her eyes and slips off her underwear. She’d gone to sleep in one of Percy’s shirts and just her underwear, and he’d gone to bed in just his pajamas. It made undressing each other easier in the morning. Her hands snake under the waistband of his pajamas, and she palms his cock under the fabric, not missing Percy’s sharp intake of breath. He’s hard and warm in her hand as she strokes him slowly, like she has all the time in the world, and they do.

One of her favorite things about sex is when she can handle Percy’s cock. His entire body was chiseled from fighting monsters over the years, and even though his cock was as hard as steel, it felt like it was encased in velvet, and Annabeth loved the way it felt in her hands.

She pondered whether or not she wanted to get him off just like this, in her hands. It’d been a long while since she’d just given him a hand job, and the thought tempted her. There was something so hot about being able to feel him as he came and the ensuing mess on her hands. Annabeth wasn’t exactly squeamish when it came to sex.

“Annabeth,” he breathed again. “I’m gonna cum if you keep going.”

She pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and smiled against his skin when she felt his hips involuntarily thrust upwards in time with her strokes.

“You’re not going to make a big mess all over my hands are you?” she asks.

A soft moan escaped his lips, and Annabeth sucked bruises onto his neck. When he went to class tomorrow, she wanted all the other women to see that he was hers. The thought made her increase the tempo of her stroking, and her other hand reached in to softly handle his balls, massaging and pulling, rolling them in her fingers. They were soft to touch, and she focused on each one separately, the way she knew Percy loved.

“I-I’m almost there,” he gasped, his eyes screwed shut.

“Shh, it’s okay, I got you,” she said, not even the least bit guilty about how much it turned her on. She wanted his cum all over her hands, and she wanted it now.

“Save it up for me,” she whispered. “I want it all over my hands, so give me all of it.”

Percy whimpered, and she resumed sucking hickeys against his neck. She wasn’t used to talking so wantonly. Maybe it was because she was still in that half asleep state and because of how he felt so warm in her hands.

“Cum for me,” she said softly.

He pulsed in her hands a few times in rapid succession as he shot all over the surface of his pajamas, and Annabeth continued to milk his cock for every last drop she could get, stroking him gently but insistently. When he finished, she took her hand out to inspect it. She met Percy’s eyes as she deliberately stuck her tongue out and licked his cum off of her fingers, one by one, just like Percy’d done with her after fingering to orgasm. His eyes darkened as he stared at her, his mouth slightly open as he tried to regain his breath.

She made a move to crawl on top of him when he suddenly flipped on top of her. He kissed her deeply, and she felt one of his fingers enter her. The lewd sounds of his fingers slowly pumping in and out of her, and her ragged breathing and occasional moans. He brought her to a small orgasm just doing this and when she came down, she sighed when she felt him enter her slowly, filling her up.

When he bottomed out in her, he stilled for a while, his face buried in the curve of her neck. Annabeth smiled and pulled the covers over them tighter so that they could stay warm. He wasn’t as hard as before, but when he started to move, Annabeth could feel him growing bigger inside her.

He set a slow, luxurious pace on top of her, thrusting deep into her with every stroke so that she could feel all of him inside her every time. Annabeth clung to his shoulder and back muscles, her fingers clawing against his skin, nails raking and digging across his skin. Percy winced occasionally, but was so absorbed in his task that he didn’t notice too much.

She clung to him him, her body pressed flush against his so that her breasts crushed against his chest. This felt right. This was how things were supposed to be. She circled her hips in time to match his thrusts, giving her a myriad of sensation. Annabeth took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. In the quiet, the lewd, wet sounds of their fucking and sloppy, wet kisses filled the room.

“I’m going to cum,” Annabeth whispered, softly like it was a secret.

Percy nodded and kissed her deeply. Her legs crossed over his tailbone so that she could press him inside her even deeper. When her orgasm came, it wasn’t violent like the ones she’d had last night. It was instead something that encompassed her entire body. She felt all the nerves in her body sing with a fiery pleasure that sizzled over her body, warming her from the inside out. Her orgasm became a state of being more so than an experience, and it lasted for nearly two minutes, all while Percy continued to patiently guide her through it.

When she came down, his hips began to jerk erratically as he quickened the pace, desperate to cum a second time himself. Annabeth kept her legs crossed over his back pressed him inside her.

“Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” she keened.

“Annabeth,” Percy gasped as he came, hard.

She felt him pulse inside her as his white hot cum filled her up, and she moaned with contentment. He collapsed on top of her, unable to support himself with the strength of his arms any longer. Annabeth nibbled on his ear, making Percy laugh breathily. Eventually he rolled out of her, and she groaned when she felt his loss. He laid on his back beside her as they stared up at the ceiling.

“So that was fun,” Annabeth said nonchalantly.

Percy hummed. “You have quite a dirty mouth on you, Annabeth Chase,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Percy shook against her as he laughed quietly. “No, I can’t say it is.”

Percy and Annabeth 💙🧡

*grabs popcorn* I'm down for some Percabeth in the shower smut. *noms a handful of popcorn obnoxiously*

Anonymous said:Shower smut! Shower smut! Shower smut!

Anonymous said: But. You SHOULD write some percabeth shower smut. Give in to the temptation

Anonymous said:Annabeth just jumping into Percy’s shower “I’m going to be late I’ll only be a sec” and Percy just watches her take 3 minutes to wash before she leaves without even a kiss. Then the next morning he joins her and “You owe me for yesterday Chase" 

all because of this post: “okay but percy and annabeth could have some really epic shower sex right”

explicitly nsfw. 

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