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The Gunslinger and His Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Percy de Rolo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, soft sex, messy sex, creampie, somnophilia

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: First nsfw fic for my 5k follower event. The prompt was "somnophilia" with Percy. You can take a look at my other fics for this event, there's the wholesome list and the dark list. Take your pick.

You've gotten used to it over the years, waking up with Percy's cock deep inside you, thrusting in and out, his hands on your tits, his mouth on your neck, your shoulder, his voice hoarse, grunting and whispering how good you feel, how he loves you.

You first brought up the idea a few years ago, when you were already well into your relationship but before you got married. You'd woken up to him painfully hard and gripping his cock tight in his hand, a subtle blush on his cheeks when he noticed your woke up.

"Percy?" You mumble, voice heavy with sleep, eyes barely open.

"I'm sorry darling. I'm... I've been thinking about you on my way home. But I suppose that's it is a little late. Don't worry. I can take care of it. Go back to sleep." He kept his voice barely above a whisper, only increasing when he would stroke up, slowly milking his cock, trying his hardest not to disturb you.

He doesn't look very comfortable, his cock looks painfully hard, the tip bright red, and you couldn't see his balls but you could have only guessed how full they were.

You roll over on your back and threw the covers off. You were clad only in your nightgown, the peaks of your breasts already hard and showing through the material. You spread your legs apart, the nightgown hiking further up, "That doesn't look like it feels very good. I'm sure I'd sure I'd feel a lot better."

"Huh? But... I thought you were tired." He stopped his strokes and held his cock firmly at the base, he was already straining not to come.

"I am." You yawn and arch your back a little, "You know... I don't have to be awake for you to use my pussy. You can help yourself."

"H-Help myself." Percy gulps hard, his cock twitching in his grip, "You'd be asleep. Are you sure it's ok for me to-"

"I'm already wet." You interrupt him, "Just come here. It's alright. I'm giving you permission. It might feel good for me too. Give me some nice wet dreams, get me ready for the morning." Despite how sleepy you were your voice still managed to sound sultry, beckoning Percy toward you, until he was kneeling between your legs.

His hands hiked your nightgown up, and sure enough your pussy was dripping. He ran one finger through your folds, then dipped it inside, testing. You only sighed and let your eyes fall closed. "Oh fuck." He groaned, your juices dripping down his finger, making his dick pulse with need. "Okay, okay, sweetheart. I'm gonna give you my cock now. Take you. Fill you up slowly."

A small whimper falls from your barely parted lips when his cock slides in, going inch by inch, until his hips are flush with your own. Percy lets out a barely suppressed moan. You can feel the pressure of him, of his cock stretching your cunt, your walls gripping and releasing as he drags his cock out, then sinks it back in just as slow.

The slow, gentle pace, combined with his soft lips on your neck lulls you back to sleep, and indeed that night you did have a very wonderful dream. One where Percy came inside you again and again, calling you beautiful, moaning low and growly in your ear, cursing to high heaven at how good and tight and warm your cunt felt around his dick, how he wants to give you every drop, make you pregnant.

You wanted all of it. Then and every night after.

Sometimes he lost himself in the moment and let himself go a little harder, which did wake you up, but you didn't mind. Like right now, when you're roused from your dream only to see his face buried between your breasts, his moans muffled as his fingers grip your thighs, his his slamming his hard cock inside you almost desperately.

"You feel wonderful around my cock. Gods I can feel it. I can feel how much it wants my cum, how much it needs to be filled and breed. I want that too sweetheart. I want to fill you up to the brim, make you a mess with my cum. Fuck! Tighter, you're getting tighter." Percy lets out a long groan, his pace slightly faltering as you come around his cock. "Keep it up, keep tightening up around me. Keep milking my cock until you're pregnant."

You can't hold back anymore, your hands fly around his back, the sudden movement startling him a little but he finds his pace again, if anything he starts fucking you even faster, filling the room with sloppy wet sounds.

His cum is already making a mess of your thighs, you feel sticky, dirty, wanted, and so well fucked. "You're filling me up so well love. I love how your cock feels, even when I'm asleep I can feel it deep in my cunt."

"You can huh? You dream about it when I'm fucking you? I know you do. Your moans always give you away. Ah and the way your ripple around me. You're wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I love you, I love you so damn much. I'm gonna give you another load of my cum, are you ready for it?" He looks up at you, and even through the darkness you can feel the heat and love of his gaze. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you give him a very firm nod. You feel a warm flood of his cum, adding to the already full feeling inside your cunt. He keeps his hips against yours until he's absolutely sure his balls are empty, that all of his cum is now inside.

Percy takes deep breaths, his body heavy on top your you, his arms winding around your lower back. His lips are hot against your skin, "I love you." You run your hands through his short hair. It's normally pretty soft to your touch, but now it feels slightly damp from the sweat. In fact both your bodies are incredibly sweaty, not to mention the mess of cum between your legs and on your thighs. "Quick bath and then a few more hours of sleep?"

"Okay." He groans heavily as he lifts himself up, "Lock your legs around me, I want to keep my cum right where it belongs for as long as possible."

"So needy." You smile at him. Percy chuckles as he kisses your cheek and lifts your both up. You listen to his words, your legs firmly locked around his hips, his hands under your ass, squeezing playfully and thrusting his cock up, "Percy." You whine, "I'm sore. Please."

He laughs, "I know." He kisses your forehead, "I'm just teasing you. Lets go take a bath now yeah?" You nod into his shoulder, feeling any trace of sleep melt away as you approach the bathroom.

"Give them back."

You looked down from the ceiling beam you were sat on to see Percival's little frown that you found endearing.

"But you look so cute without them on, dearest." you chuckled to which he sighed.

Percival's irritated scowls were more visible without his glasses on and you were always the first one to admire them. His green eyes seemed to shine as he glared in your direction and your lips wanted to kiss the quiver of annoyance that animated his. You wanted to smoothe the crinkle between his brows. You wanted to caress the fair skin of his cheeks.

You loved when his face was so expressive. He was a piece of art that you wanted to keep for yourself and admire until the end of your days.

"I don't have time for your mischiefs," he groaned and started pacing under you.

"Well I do," you chuckled.

He stopped pacing with an annoyed huff, looked up at and froze. He saw badly without his glasses, but he could see your legs swaying above him and feel the intensity of your gaze on him. He could almost feel how your pulse quicken when your eyes met his. He felt like he was on the middle of the stage of a theatre and your eyes were the totality of the audience and the lighting. You had the unique talent to irritate him and to make him nervous.

"I can see your eyes better without your glasses on."

The awe and reverence in your tone rose goosebumps in the back of his neck and reddened his ears. Percival felt flustered under your eyes. Your pupils were relishing the sight of his breathing hitching.

"Please Percy, let me admire you."

can you please make a percy x reader one shot where the reader is from a small village and has never seen a large city? And percy shows the reader around Whitestone?

Oh ? I think I can write something down. My brain is feeling cooperative.

Thanks for the request ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Percy was busy. Busy admiring your smile as you looked at some shop windows, busy admiring your eyes sparkling as you looked around with a dreamy and fascinated expression, and busy smiling when you sighed, appreciating the sight of the Sun tree now healthy under the warm sun.

"How majestic !" he heard you gasping.

He wasn't fond of being a touristic guide, plus, Whitestone was still healing from the wounds left by the Briarwoods. But seeing the admiration and the light in your gaze as you strolled in his city, the heritage of his family, the place he grew up in, made him feel so proud. For the first time in years, he felt at peace.

"Percy !" he heard you call him.

His eyebrows raised when he felt you grabbing his hand and gently squeezing it. You looked at him with these eyes he grew so fond of, and this smile that protected him from so many nightmares.

"Yes ?" he answered.

"Show me your favourite place in all Whitestone !" you excitedly said, gently shaking his arm. "It has to be out-doors, so no library allowed."

He tilted his head slightly, thinking as some memories flew to his mind. It has been years now, and the place is probably destroyed, but he wanted to show you, to share it with you. He led you through the streets now buzzing with life again, freed from fear and uncertainty. He took care of explaining the history of each street you were walking through and answering your questions. Then finally, you arrived at a desert square. The first thing you noticed was a majestic fountain. It still stood there among the cracks on the floor and destroyed buildings, its water still flowing with strength and pride. Then, on top of the fountain, you saw statue representing the Sun tree.

"It's...still here," murmured Percival in relief.

He sat on the edge of the fountain, under the stone branches of the statue. He patted the space beside him and you immediately joined him.

"Let me guess," you hummed as you admired the shadows cast by the sculpture. "You liked to read here."

"I did," he nodded, his eyes venturing on the water before looking back at you. "What was your favourite place back in your village ?"

Your hand played with the water as his question slowly sinked in.

"A little space under a small bridge leading to the center of the village," you said, your voice heavy with nostalgia. "Not really practical when the water of the stream raised, but I liked this place."

You looked back at him and he felt himself blushing. He cleared his throat then diverted his eyes on the water again.

"How do you find Whitestone so far ?"

You hummed softly as the wind slowly rised.

"A bit overwhelming compared to my village. But oddly homey despite its size."

He nervously cleared his throat again, his eyes still avoiding yours.

"Homey. So, do you agree that it is a perfect place for two people to grow old together ?"

You blinked in surprise at his words, but quickly smiled and nodded.

"Well, yes. It is oddly cozy for a large city," your fingers are still playing in the fresh water. "Why do you ask ?"

Percival felt too flustered to answer honestly. He turned his face away to hide his blushing cheeks.

"For nothing."

"Percy, no."

You held your journal against your chest and turned your back on him. There were your ideas between the pages, your sketches, analysis of prototypes you did in the past and so much researches. Of course, such thing would get him curious, interested. A pure treasure for any tinkering or engineering passionate. A single glimpse of your notes and drafts had been enough for Percival to feel like a child in front of a new toy, and knowing that you made these made him weak in the knees. But you were adamant on keeping this journal for yourself.

"I am just saying that as an expert in mechanical—"

"No," you cut him off.

You took a step back, as if to put some distance between your journal and his burning green eyes. You were almost moved by the passion blazing in his gaze.

"I can let you analyse my pepperbox if you want," he tried to negotiate. "And in exchange, I can—"

"I already analysed it," you cut him off again as you started to walk away.

Percival followed behind you like an eager puppy, his jaw slightly agape.

"You did ?" he quickly cleared his throat. "So what did you think about it ?"

You raised an eyebrow without looking at him, sighing slightly as you heard his step behind yours.

"Bland," you answered. "I would have add more options."

He stayed silent for a bit and you could literally hear the gears in his mind working. You held your journal tighter against your chest, knowing that his eyes were still on it.

"You put a lock on it," he said after a few minutes of silence. "Are these...magic runes and alchemistic arcanes ?"

"...nice observation," you muttered, your tone neutral.

You knew he was observant and kind of a genius, but you did not expect him to catch up so fast with your talents.

Percival suddenly hurried to walk past you and stood in your way, stopping you in your track. For a second, you saw an excited child instead of the young man you knew, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and excitement. You could even hear him mentally squealing. Then, a blink of your eyes later, you were faced with the gunslinger you knew.

"You managed to mix mechanical engineering with alchemy and goddamn magic !?" he almost shouted, his eyes wide opened in surprise. "How did you manage to do that ?"

"By trying ?" you answered in a 'duh!' tone. "I know it's considered unethical by some people. I don't need your judgement, Percival."

"I don't think you're unethical."

It was your eyes' turn to widen in shock, his words echoing in your mind, silencing the murmurs you heard all your life and blinding the glares you constantly felt on your back.

"You're daring and adventurous, and it manifest through your ideas, your inventions. This is the proof of it," he pointed at your journal. "It thanks to people like you that we evolve and walk towards a future instead of a regressing present."

You stared at him so intensely, with so much emotions that he felt himself almost falling. You took a step forward and grabbed his wrist. Your grip was strong, matching the blaze in your eyes.

"Do you mean that ?" you murmured and by your tone alone, he knew how his answer mattered.

"I do."

You took a big shaky breath and nodded, a relieved and mirthful smile illuminating your gaze as a cruel weight disappeared from your being. Percival felt his cheeks reddening even more at the sight and cleared his throat.

"I...have sketches of a new prototype I plan to make," he stuttered, rubbing his neck. "And I would like your expertise to guide me. Would you please help me ?"

Your grip on his wrist softened as you nodded.

"It would be my pleasure," you said. "Thank you a lot, Percy."