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Chapter 2: Nico x Will x Percy
Summary:
Will and Percy make sure Nico won't ever forget his 18th birthday
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Nico di Angelo stretched languidly on the beach chair, enjoying the warm sunshine on his skin. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore was soothing, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for a moment of peace and relaxation. It had been a long time since he'd had a chance to just sit back and unwind.
"Happy birthday, Nico," Will called out cheerfully as he and Percy Jackson approached the beach with a gift in his hands. Nico looked up from his chair, his eyes lighting up with surprise and delight.
"Wow, thanks Will! You didn't need to!" Nico exclaimed, reaching out to take the gift from his boyfriend.
"Of course I needed to!" Will replied with a smile. "It's not every day your boyfriend turns eighteen."
Nico tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a sleek, black box. He opened it to find a stunning silver amulet inside, its intricate design shimmering in the sunlight. "It's beautiful," Nico breathed, lifting the amulet out of the box.
"I thought you might like it," Will said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And I have one more surprise for you."
Nico raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What's that?"
Will glanced over at Percy, who had been quietly observing their exchange. "Why don't you ask Percy? He's part of the surprise."
Nico looked over at Percy, his curiosity piqued. "What's going on, Percy? Do you know what Will's talking about?"
Percy shrugged, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks. "I might have something to do with it. But I think it's best if we talk about it somewhere more private."
Nico nodded, a sense of anticipation building in his chest. "Sure thing. Lead the way."
The three of them made their way back to Camp Half-Blood, the sun dipping low in the sky. They entered the building that housed the counselors' cabins, and Percy led them into his own room.
"So," Nico said, turning to face Percy and Will. "What's this surprise you two have for me?"
Will stepped forward, a sly grin on his face. "Percy and I wanted to give you a very special birthday gift. Something that will make this day one you'll never forget."
Nico's heart began to race as he realized what Will was implying. He looked over at Percy, who seemed to be blushing even more than before.
"Percy," Nico said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is this true? Are you and Will...are you both..."
Percy nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. "We want to make your birthday unforgettable," he said, his voice low and husky. "In every way possible."
Nico felt his breath catch in his throat, his body already responding to the implication of their words. He turned to Will, who was now standing next to Percy, their shoulders touching.
"And you're okay with this?" Nico asked, needing to be sure.
Will smiled, his eyes filled with heat and promise. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't. I want to give you this gift, Nico. Both Percy and I do."
Nico felt his heart swelling with emotion, a sense of love and gratitude overwhelming him. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
"Then I accept," he said softly, reaching out to touch both Percy and Will on the cheek. "Thank you. For everything."
And with that, he closed the distance between them, capturing Percy's lips in a heated kiss. Percy responded instantly, his hands coming up to tangle in Nico's hair as they deepened the kiss.
Nico heard Will chuckle softly behind them, and he broke away from Percy just long enough to pull Will into the kiss as well. Their lips met in a tangle of heat and passion, the three of them coming together in a way that Nico had only ever dreamed about.
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Nico felt his body responding to the kisses, his heart pounding in his chest as he pressed himself against Percy and Will. He could feel their hardness through their clothing, and it only served to fuel his own desire.
"Take off your clothes," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "I want to see you both."
Percy and Will obliged, their hands moving quickly to remove their clothing. Nico drank in the sight of their bare bodies, his eyes roaming over every inch of smooth skin and hard muscle.
"Fuck," he breathed, reaching out to touch them both. "You're so beautiful."
Percy smiled, taking Nico's hand and guiding it lower. "We're all yours, Nico. For tonight, and always."
Nico felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by the love and desire he felt for these two incredible men. He leaned forward, capturing Percy's lips in another heated kiss as his other hand wrapped around Will's cock.
They fell back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and moans as they explored each other's bodies. Nico felt like he was in a dream, surrounded by the warmth and love of his two best friends.
Percy kissed his way down Nico's body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He settled between Nico's legs, looking up at him with a wicked grin before lowering his mouth to Nico's aching cock.
"Oh fuck," Nico gasped, his hips bucking up into Percy's mouth. "That feels so good."
Will joined in, his mouth latching onto one of Nico's nipples as his hand continued to stroke Nico's cock. Nico was in heaven, lost in a sea of sensation as his two lovers worshipped his body.
But he wanted more. He needed to feel them inside him, filling him up and claiming him as their own.
"Please," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "I need you both. I need to feel you inside me."
Percy pulled away, his lips glistening with spit and precum. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice tender and caring. "We don't have to rush into anything."
"I'm sure," Nico said firmly, pulling Percy up into another kiss. "I want this. I want you both."
Will reached over to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers liberally before bringing them down to Nico's entrance.
Nico felt a moment of nerves as Will's fingers breached him, but they quickly melted away into pleasure as Will began to stretch him open. Percy continued to kiss him deeply, his own hard cock pressing against Nico's thigh.
When Will deemed Nico ready, he and Percy moved into position. They took turns thrusting into Nico's tight heat, their bodies fitting together like they were made for each other.
Nico felt like he was in a trance, lost in the sensations of being filled by both of them at once. It was better than anything he had ever imagined, better than any dream or fantasy.
He came hard, his body shaking with the force of it as he screamed their names. Percy and Will followed soon after, filling him up with their own release.
They collapsed together onto the bed, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. Nico felt tears leak from the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by the love and connection he felt with these two incredible men.
"Happy birthday," Percy whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Nico's forehead.
"Thank you," Nico replied softly, snuggling closer to both of them. "For the best gift I could ever ask for."
And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, Nico knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible. A love that would last forever.
Chapter 3: Sally x Olympians
Summary:
With the need to breed stronger demigods, the olympians decide they should find women capable of birthing strong children. And who's better than the mother of the strongest demigod there is for this job?
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Sally Jackson sat at her desk, poring over ancient Greek texts. After meeting Poseidon and having Percy, she became a renowned professor of classics, devoting her life to studying the myths and legends of Olympus. Little did she know that her obsession would soon become a reality once again.
Suddenly, a blinding light filled the room. Sally shielded her eyes, and when the glow subsided, she found herself face to face with the Olympians themselves. Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Apollo, Ares, Hermes, and even a few of the goddesses stood before her, their divine forms shimmering.
"Professor Jackson," Zeus boomed, his voice echoing through the room. "We have need of your...services."
Sally stammered, trying to process the surreal situation. "My...services? I'm just a simple mortal. What could I possibly do for you?"
The gods exchanged glances, and Aphrodite stepped forward, her gaze smoldering with desire. "We need more powerful demigods to fight our enemies. And who better to bear them than the mother of the strongest demigod in centuries?"
Sally's eyes widened as realization dawned on her. "You want me to...to have your children?"
Zeus nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Indeed. And we've taken the liberty of bestowing upon you a special gift. You shall be able to conceive with each of us simultaneously, and your body will be blessed with endless fertility."
Sally's mind raced, torn between the immense honor and the sheer magnitude of what they were asking of her. But as she looked into their eyes, filled with hope and determination, she knew she couldn't refuse.
"I...I accept," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
And so began the most extraordinary night of Sally Jackson's life.
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The gods led Sally to a grand hall, where a lavish feast had been laid out. They urged her to partake in the delicacies, which filled her with an intoxicating warmth and desire. As she indulged in the food and drink, their hands began to roam her body, their touches igniting a fire within her.
Zeus took her face in his hands, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delved deep, tasting her sweetness as his hands slid down her curves. Sally moaned into the kiss, her body arching against his.
Hermes nipped at her earlobe, his nimble fingers untying the laces of her gown. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her bare before the gods. Poseidon's hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her hardened nipples as Apollo worshipped her neck with open-mouthed kisses.
Ares pressed against her from behind, his hardness evident even through his tunic. His hands slid around to stroke her slick folds, his fingers dancing over her sensitive nub. Sally gasped, her hips bucking against his touch.
Hades knelt before her, his tongue laving her dripping core. He licked and sucked, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Just as she was about to crest, he pulled back, leaving her panting and desperate.
"Patience, my dear," he purred, his dark eyes gleaming with promise.
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The gods laid Sally down on a plush bed of silk and satin. They disrobed, revealing their magnificent forms, their muscled bodies glistening under the divine light. One by one, they joined her on the bed, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her skin.
Zeus took his place between her legs, his thick length pressing against her entrance. With a swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, stretching her deliciously. Sally cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing pace.
Apollo claimed her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue twining with hers as he cupped her breasts. He pinched and tugged at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Hermes slid in behind her, his fingers teasing her puckered hole. Slowly, he worked a digit inside, stretching her as Zeus continued to pound into her. Poseidon joined in, taking her hand and guiding it to his impressive girth. Sally stroked him, marveling at the smoothness of his skin and the weight of him in her hand.
Ares pressed against her from the side, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. His hand delved between her thighs, his fingers joining Zeus' in stroking her aching flesh.
Hades knelt at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on her face. "Let go, my dear," he whispered. "Let us fill you with our essence."
As if on cue, Sally felt a wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her body tightened, her walls clenching around Zeus' throbbing length. With a roar, he spilled himself inside her, his hot seed flooding her depths.
One by one, the gods followed suit, their essences mingling within her. Sally writhed in ecstasy, her body overflowing with their divine offerings.
But they were far from done with her.
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As the gods lavished attention on Sally's sated body, Aphrodite knelt beside the bed. She traced a finger down Sally's chest, leaving a trail of golden light in its wake.
"You have been blessed with endless fertility," Aphrodite purred. "You shall carry our children, each one a demigod born of pure power."
Sally felt a warmth spreading through her body, starting at her womb and radiating outwards. She gasped as she felt their essences quickening inside her, new life already taking root.
The gods gathered around her, their hands gently cradling her growing belly. They whispered words of power and protection, ensuring that their unborn children would be safe from harm.
As the night wore on, the gods took Sally again and again, their lust for her insatiable. They filled her with their divine seed, over and over, until she was swollen with their collective essence.
Finally, as the first light of dawn broke through the windows, the gods withdrew from Sally's exhausted body. She lay there, bathed in a golden glow, her belly rounded with new life.
The gods placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, each one whispering a final blessing. Then, with a flash of light, they vanished, leaving Sally alone with the fruits of their labor.
Chapter 4: Rachel x Male reader
Summary:
Rachel blows (reader) a camp counselor in the bathroom.
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It was a typical day at Camp Half-Blood. The demigod campers were busy with their daily training and chores, while I, a lowly cabin counselor, was taking a much-needed break in the counselor's bathroom. Little did I know, my life was about to change forever.
I was washing my hands when I heard the bathroom door creak open. I looked up and my jaw dropped. There, standing in the doorway, was Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the camp's oracle. She was dressed in her usual attire - a white tshirt that hugged her curves in all the right places with her blue overall and her ginger hair cascading down her back.
"Oh, sorry," she said, her eyes widening in surprise. "I didn't know anyone was in here."
I quickly dried my hands and stepped aside. "No worries, Rachel. I was just leaving."
But as I tried to squeeze past her, our bodies brushed against each other. I felt a jolt of electricity course through me at her touch. She must have felt it too, because she looked up at me with hooded eyes.
"Wait," she whispered, placing a hand on my chest. "Don't go just yet."
Before I could respond, she pushed me back against the sink and captured my lips in a searing kiss. I was taken aback at first, but it only took a second for me to respond in kind. My hands found their way into her hair, tugging gently as I deepened the kiss.
Rachel moaned into my mouth, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. I could feel my body responding to her touch, my heart pounding in my chest. She broke the kiss and looked up at me with a sultry smile.
"What do you say we have some fun?" she purred, her hand drifting down to palm my growing erection through my jeans.
I groaned at her touch, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Here? Now?" I asked, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to refuse her.
She nodded, already unbuckling my belt and popping open the button on my jeans. "Right here, right now," she whispered, sinking to her knees in front of me.
I watched, mesmerized, as she tugged my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my aching cock. She licked her lips hungrily as she took in the sight of it, then wrapped her hand around the base and stroked slowly.
"Fuck, Rachel," I groaned, my head falling back against the mirror.
She looked up at me with a wicked grin before leaning forward and running her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I shuddered at the sensation, my fingers tangling in her hair.
She took her time, licking and sucking at my cock like it was her favorite treat. I could feel the pleasure building inside me with each pass of her tongue, each swipe of her lips over my sensitive skin.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she took me into her mouth, enveloping me in her wet heat. I cursed loudly, my hips bucking forward as she bobbed her head up and down my length.
She set a steady rhythm, taking me deeper and deeper each time until I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. The sight of her on her knees, worshipping my cock, was almost too much to bear.
I could feel myself getting close, the pressure building in my balls. "Rachel," I warned, my grip tightening in her hair. "I'm going to cum."
But she just hummed around my cock, the vibrations sending me over the edge. I came with a shout, spilling myself down her throat. She swallowed every last drop, licking her lips as she pulled away.
I stood there for a moment, panting and dazed. Rachel rose to her feet, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"That was fun. We should do it again sometime." she said breezily, as if she hadn't just given me the best blowjob of my life.
I could only nod in agreement, still trying to catch my breath. She gave me a little wave before sauntering out of the bathroom, leaving me to collect myself.
Chapter 5: Nico x Will
Summary:
Nico drinks a potion made by Hecate and becomes taller, stronger, and hornier. Will Solace is happy to help him get used to his new body.
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It was a regular day at Camp Half-Blood, and Nico di Angelo was in charge of checking each cabin to see if they were properly organized. When arriving at Cabin 20, Nico got a little too curious about a golden potion he found under a camper's bed. It smelled like cinnamon, so he took a sip. Noticing that the flavor was good and that he hadn't exploded in the spot, he decided to drink it all. Little did he know, the potion he had just drank was an experimental growth formula created by Hecate herself, designed to enhance the physical prowess of any demigod who ingested it. Over the next few minutes, Nico began to feel strange sensations coursing through his body. His muscles started to swell and grow, stretching the fabric of his clothes to its limits. His height shot up dramatically, reaching a staggering 6'7" within seconds. Meanwhile, between his legs, his cock began to expand rapidly, growing longer and thicker with each passing moment until it reached a whopping 14 inches in length and nearly 3 inches in girth. "Holy shit," Nico gasped as he stumbled out of the kitchen, barely able to walk with his new massive member bobbing heavily between his legs. He made his way to cabin 7, where he found his boyfriend, Will Solace, lounging on the couch and reading a book. "Will, you won't believe what just happened to me!" Nico exclaimed, his voice deeper and more resonant than before. Will looked up from his book and did a double take when he saw Nico's transformed physique. "Nico? Is that you?" he asked in disbelief. "You're huge! What the hell is going on?" Nico grinned sheepishly and gave a shrug. "I don't know exactly. I think I accidentally drank one of Hecate's growth potions or something." Will's eyes widened as he took in the full extent of Nico's new body, from his rippling abs to his massive, throbbing cock straining against his pants. "Well...I guess that explains why you look like a Greek god now," Will said with a flirtatious smile. "Maybe we should go to your cabin and...explore this new development further?" Nico's face flushed red at the suggestion, but he couldn't deny the growing ache in his loins that demanded release. "Yeah, let's do that," he agreed huskily, taking Will by the hand and leading him to his cabin.
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As soon as the door shut behind them, Nico pushed Will up against it and claimed his lips in a searing kiss. Will moaned and wrapped his arms around Nico's neck, pulling him closer.
They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, hands roaming and mouths seeking out sensitive spots. Nico could feel his new strength surging through him, making him want to take charge.
He flipped them over so he was on top, pinning Will's wrists above his head with one large hand. Will gasped and arched up against him, his hips pressing into Nico's obvious arousal.
"Nico," he breathed, "please..."
Nico grinned down at him wickedly. "Please what? Tell me what you want, Will."
Will bit his lip, cheeks flushed with desire. "I want you... all of you. I want to feel you inside me, stretching me open..."
Nico groaned at the thought, his cock twitching in his jeans. "Fuck, Will... you have no idea what you do to me."
He reached down and popped open the button of Will's pants, tugging them down along with his boxers. Will lifted his hips to help him, kicking the clothes away once they were off.
Nico sat back to admire the view - Will spread out beneath him, naked and needy. He licked his lips and began to strip off his own clothes, revealing inch after inch of sculpted muscle.
When he was finally bare, Nico crawled back up Will's body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. He paused when he reached Will's cock, taking it into his mouth without preamble.
"Oh god," Will cried out, tangling his fingers in Nico's hair. "Yes, just like that..."
Nico worked him over with his mouth and tongue, getting him nice and slick. He could feel his own cock throbbing with need, but he ignored it for now, focused solely on Will's pleasure.
When Will was writhing beneath him, desperate for more, Nico finally pulled off his cock with a wet pop. He grabbed the lube he'd stashed in the bedside table and slicked up his fingers.
"Ready for me, baby?" he purred, circling Will's entrance with a slick digit.
Will nodded frantically, spreading his legs wider in invitation. "Yes, please Nico... I need you so bad..."
Nico groaned and pushed a finger inside, watching as Will's hole clenched around it eagerly. He worked him open with slow, deep thrusts, adding more lube and another finger as he went.
By the time he thought Will was ready, they were both panting and desperate for release. Nico lined himself up and pushed forward, groaning as Will's tight heat engulfed him inch by inch.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he gasped, bottoming out with a final thrust. "So tight and perfect around me..."
Will could only moan in response, clinging to Nico's shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch. Once he did, he wrapped his legs around Nico's waist and urged him on.
Nico started to move then, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in hard. He set a relentless pace, pounding into Will with all his newfound strength.
The room filled with the sounds of their moans and skin slapping together as they lost themselves in each other. Nico could feel his climax building fast, but he wanted Will to come first.
He reached between their sweat-slicked bodies and grasped Will's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Come on, baby," he urged him. "I wanna feel you squeeze my cock as you come undone..."
A few more well-aimed snaps of his hips had Will crying out, his body tensing as he came hard. His ass clenched rhythmically around Nico's shaft, sending him over the edge right behind him.
Nico buried his face in Will's neck as he came with a hoarse shout, emptying himself deep inside him. They stayed like that for a long moment, bodies trembling and hearts pounding as they rode out the aftershocks together.
Finally, Nico rolled off of him with a soft groan, pulling Will into his arms. They lay there tangled up in each other for a while, basking in the glow of their lovemaking
Chapter 6: Rachel x Male reader X Annabeth
Summary:
Annabeth finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her with Rachel, and proceeds to masturbate while being cucked.
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The stale, mineral scent of the Oracle’s Cave filled my nostrils, mixed with the electric tang of ancient magic. Dust motes danced in the shafts of moonlight piercing the high crevices, illuminating the worn stone throne where Rachel usually sat, vacant now. Tonight, it was just us three, and the air hummed with a tension thicker than the Mist.
Annabeth stood rigid near the entrance, her grey eyes wide and burning with a familiar cocktail of anger, betrayal, and something darker, hungrier. She’d followed me, the brilliant daughter of Athena suspecting her boyfriend was sneaking off again. She’d been right. My arm was wrapped possessively around Rachel Elizabeth Dare, whose fiery red hair seemed to glow in the dim light, a vibrant counterpoint to Annabeth’s stormy blonde.
"Having fun, sweetheart?" Annabeth’s voice was brittle, sharp enough to cut glass. Her gaze flickered down to where Rachel’s generous curves pressed against my side, especially the impossible swell of her breasts barely contained by her simple cotton tank top. The envy radiating from Annabeth was almost palpable, a bitter scent undercutting the cave’s musk. She hated Rachel’s body, hated how effortlessly it held my attention.
Rachel just smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. She shifted deliberately, letting her full breasts sway, brushing against my arm. "Oh, we were just getting started, Annie," she purred, the nickname a deliberate barb. "Weren't we, babe?"
I met Annabeth’s furious stare, a thrill of power surging through me. Seeing her like this – hurt, humiliated, yet unable to look away – was intoxicating. "Yeah," I murmured, my voice low and rough. "Just warming up. You decided to join the party, Wise Girl? Or just here to watch?"
Annabeth flinched as if struck. "This isn't a party," she spat. "It's pathetic. Both of you."
"Then leave," Rachel challenged, stepping slightly away from me, her hips swaying as she faced Annabeth fully. She ran her hands up her own body, fingers tracing the lush curves Annabeth lacked. "Unless... you want to stay? Unless seeing him really want someone else... does something for you?" Rachel’s hand cupped one heavy breast, squeezing it gently, the fabric straining. "Seeing how much he loves these?"
Annabeth made a choked sound. Her fists clenched at her sides, knuckles white, but her feet stayed rooted to the spot. Her eyes were glued to Rachel’s hand on her own breast, then flickered to mine, waiting. The humiliation was a living thing between us, but so was the raw, unwanted arousal tightening her features. She hated it, hated us, hated herself for staying, but she couldn't leave. The cave felt like it was holding her there.
That was all the invitation I needed. The sight of my brilliant, proud girlfriend reduced to a trembling, jealous voyeur sent a jolt straight to my cock. I reached for Rachel, pulling her back against me, my hands immediately finding the glorious weight of her breasts through her top. She moaned, arching into my touch.
"Gods, yes," Rachel breathed, tilting her head back against my shoulder, her eyes locked triumphantly on Annabeth’s tortured face. "Feel how much he wants me, Annabeth? Not those little mosquito bites you've got."
Annabeth whimpered, a small, broken sound that only fueled me. My fingers found the hem of Rachel’s top and pushed it up, exposing the heavy, pale globes. They spilled into my hands, impossibly soft and full. I squeezed, kneaded, my thumbs rubbing over her hardening nipples. Rachel gasped, grinding her ass back against my growing erection.
"See how he touches me?" Rachel taunted, her voice thick with lust. "He doesn't touch you like this, does he? Doesn't worship your body like this. He craves this." She reached back, her hand sliding down to palm the bulge straining against my jeans.
I groaned, burying my face in Rachel’s fiery hair, inhaling her unique scent of acrylic paint and ozone. My free hand slid down the front of her shorts, finding her already slick heat. She cried out, bucking against my fingers. "Fuck, yes! Right there! Make her see! Make her see what she can't have!"
Annabeth was breathing hard now, shallow little gasps. Tears streaked her dusty cheeks, but her gaze was riveted on my hand moving between Rachel’s legs, on Rachel’s breast bouncing in my grip. One of her own hands twitched, hovering near the waistband of her own jeans, trembling with the effort not to touch herself.
I worked Rachel faster, my fingers plunging deep, curling, finding the spot that made her shriek. Her back arched wildly, pressing her breasts harder against my hand. "He's gonna make me cum, Annie!" Rachel screamed, her voice echoing off the cavern walls. "He's gonna make me cum while you watch!"
The raw need in Rachel’s voice, the sight of her body shuddering in my arms, and the absolute, degrading spectacle of Annabeth forced to witness it all pushed me over the edge. My own climax roared up, unstoppable. With a guttural shout, I came hard in my jeans, the hot wetness soaking through, my fingers still buried deep inside Rachel, pumping erratically as my hips jerked against her ass.
Rachel’s scream reached a crescendo, a wordless cry of ecstasy as her inner walls clamped down on my fingers, her whole body convulsing in violent release. Her head lolled back against me, eyes wide and unseeing for a moment, mouth slack.
And Annabeth… Annabeth’s choked gasp turned into a high-pitched, desperate moan. Her legs buckled, and she sank to her knees on the cold stone floor. Her hand finally flew between her own legs, pressing hard through her jeans as her body bowed forward. A strangled sob ripped from her throat, mingling with Rachel’s fading cries and my own harsh breathing, as she came untouched, violently, humiliatingly, just from watching us.
The cave fell silent except for our ragged breaths. Rachel slumped bonelessly against me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. I held her, my own body still trembling, my jeans soaked and sticky. My gaze, heavy-lidded and sated, locked onto Annabeth, crumpled on the floor, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs, the scent of her own unwanted climax a sharp tang in the ancient air. The moonlight caught the tear tracks on her face, glistening like silver trails down her flushed cheeks. The silence stretched, thick with satisfaction, shame, and the undeniable electricity of what had just happened... and the unspoken question of what would be of our relationship.
Chapter 7: Annabeth x Jason x Percy
Summary:
Jason hears rumors that Annabeth is a sub to Percy, and wonders how does it feel to have the daughter of wisdom begging for his cock. (Un)fortunately for him, he will find out she's a dommy mommy to everyone else besides Percy.
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The air in Cabin 3 was thick with the scent of sea salt and anticipation, the distant rumble of thunder echoing the tension inside. Annabeth Chase lounged on Percy’s bed, one leg crossed over the other, her gray eyes glinting with a predatory edge. Her blonde curls were pulled back in a messy bun, and she wore a cropped Camp Half-Blood tee and tight black shorts that left little to the imagination. Jason Grace stood awkwardly near the door, his usual Roman confidence faltering under her gaze. He’d come here on a dare—well, more like a burning curiosity. Everyone at camp whispered about Annabeth’s dynamic with Percy: how the fierce, brilliant daughter of Athena melted into a needy, submissive mess under her boyfriend’s touch. And Jason? He wanted a taste.
“Uh, Annabeth,” Jason started, rubbing the back of his neck, his blond hair slightly mussed from the wind outside. “I just thought… you know, maybe we could—talk. Or something.” His sky-blue eyes darted to the floor, betraying his nerves. He’d heard the rumors, seen the way Annabeth looked at Percy, and gods help him, he couldn’t stop imagining what it’d be like to have her looking at him like that.
Annabeth’s lips curled into a smirk, slow and dangerous, like a lioness sizing up prey. She uncrossed her legs and stood, sauntering toward him with a sway that made Jason’s throat go dry. “Talk?” she purred, stopping just close enough for him to feel the heat of her body. “Jason, you didn’t sneak into Percy’s cabin at midnight to talk. You’re here because you think you can handle me. Am I right?”
Jason swallowed hard, his face flushing. “I—I mean, I’ve heard things. About you and Percy. How you… you know.” He gestured vaguely, as if that explained his fantasies of Annabeth begging under him, all soft and pliant like she supposedly was for her boyfriend.
Annabeth’s laugh was low, almost cruel. She stepped closer, forcing Jason to back up until his back hit the cabin wall. “Oh, Jason,” she said, her voice dripping with mock pity. “You think because I let Percy take charge, I’d just roll over for you? That’s cute.” She reached out, her fingers trailing down his chest, over his Camp Jupiter hoodie, until they hooked into the waistband of his jeans. “Here’s the thing: with Percy, I’m his. With everyone else? I’m in charge.”
Jason’s eyes widened, but before he could respond, Annabeth grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head with surprising strength. The daughter of Athena was no slouch in combat, and her grip was iron. “Wait—” he stammered, but his protest died as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.
“Shh, Sparky,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “You wanted a taste? You’re gonna get it. But on my terms.” With a flick of her wrist, she produced a length of enchanted rope—Athena’s kids always had tricks up their sleeves—and in seconds, Jason’s wrists were bound to a hook on the wall, leaving him stretched and vulnerable. His hoodie was yanked up, exposing the hard lines of his abs, and Annabeth’s nails raked lightly down his chest, making him shudder.
“Annabeth, I—” Jason’s voice was hoarse, his body already betraying him as he strained against the ropes. He was a son of Jupiter, used to commanding legions, but under Annabeth’s gaze, he felt like a mortal facing a goddess.
She silenced him with a finger to his lips, her other hand sliding down to pop the button on his jeans. “No talking unless I say so,” she ordered, her tone sharp but laced with a teasing edge. “You thought you’d come in here and have me begging? Oh, honey, you’re about to learn how wrong you were.” She tugged his jeans down, leaving him in just his boxers, his arousal painfully obvious. Annabeth’s eyes gleamed as she took in the sight, her fingers brushing over the fabric, teasing but not quite touching where he wanted.
“Fuck,” Jason gasped, his head tipping back against the wall. The storm outside roared louder, lightning flashing through the cabin’s windows, and he wondered if his dad was watching—and judging.
Annabeth chuckled, her hand finally slipping beneath his boxers, her touch firm and deliberate as she stroked him. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice a mix of mockery and approval. “All that Roman pride, and you’re already falling apart for me.” She tightened her grip, moving with a slow, torturous rhythm that had Jason bucking against the ropes, his breath coming in ragged pants.
“Please,” he managed, his voice breaking, and Annabeth’s smirk widened. She loved this—loved seeing the golden boy of New Rome reduced to a trembling mess under her control. But just as she leaned in to push him further, the cabin door swung open.
Percy Jackson stood in the doorway, his black hair damp from the rain, his green eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. He was shirtless, his swim trunks clinging to his thighs, fresh from a late-night swim. “Well, well,” Percy drawled, leaning against the doorframe, his voice low and dangerous. “What do we have here?”
Jason froze, his face flushing with panic, but Annabeth didn’t miss a beat. She turned her head slightly, her hand still working Jason with maddening precision. “Hey, Seaweed Brain,” she said casually, as if she weren’t currently driving Jason to the edge of sanity. “Jason thought he could play in our sandbox. I’m teaching him the rules.”
Percy’s lips twitched into a grin, but there was a possessive edge to it that made Jason’s stomach flip. He crossed the room in a few strides, stopping behind Annabeth and sliding his hands around her waist, pressing himself against her back. “Is that so?” Percy murmured, his lips brushing her neck. Annabeth tilted her head to give him better access, a soft moan escaping her as he nipped at her skin. But her eyes stayed locked on Jason, her dominance unwavering.
“Poor Sparky,” Percy said, glancing at Jason with a mix of amusement and pity. “You didn’t know what you were signing up for, did you?” He reached past Annabeth, his hand joining hers on Jason, and the combined touch made Jason groan, his knees nearly buckling. Percy’s touch was rougher, less calculated than Annabeth’s, but no less effective. “Annabeth’s mine,” Percy continued, his voice a low growl. “But she’s got a mean streak when you get her going. And me? I like to watch her work.”
Annabeth turned her head to kiss Percy, deep and hungry, their tongues tangling as Jason watched, helpless and painfully aroused. The ropes held him tight, and the sight of Percabeth in their element—Annabeth commanding, Percy possessive—pushed him closer to the edge. “You’re gonna beg for us, Jason,” Annabeth said, pulling back from Percy to focus on the bound demigod. She slid her shorts down, revealing black lace that made Jason’s mouth go dry, and climbed onto a nearby chair to straddle his hips, her body just out of reach.
“Tell me what you want,” she demanded, grinding against him just enough to make him whimper. Percy stood behind her, his hands roaming her body, tugging her shirt off to expose her breasts. He kneaded them roughly, making Annabeth gasp, but her eyes never left Jason’s. “Say it, or I stop.”
“Please,” Jason choked out, his voice desperate. “Please, Annabeth, I need you—both of you.”
“That’s more like it,” Percy said, smirking as he stepped closer, his hand replacing Annabeth’s on Jason, stroking faster now. Annabeth lowered herself, guiding Jason inside her with a slow, deliberate motion that made them both moan. She set a punishing pace, her hips rolling with the precision of a strategist, and Jason was lost, his world narrowing to the heat of her, the pressure of Percy’s hand, the storm raging outside.
“Gods, you’re pathetic,” Annabeth taunted, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him, her dominance absolute. Percy’s free hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp, and the sight of Annabeth—fierce and commanding yet yielding to Percy’s touch—sent Jason spiraling. He came with a broken cry, his body shaking as Annabeth followed, her moans mingling with the thunder. Percy watched them both, his grin feral, clearly enjoying the show.
As Annabeth slowed, catching her breath, she leaned in to whisper in Jason’s ear. “Don’t ever think you can out-dom me, Grace. You’re not Percy.” She kissed him once, hard, then climbed off, leaving him spent and still tied up. Percy untied the ropes with a flick of his wrist, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Nice try, man,” he said, clapping Jason on the shoulder. “But stick to leading legions.”
Annabeth pulled Percy into another kiss, and as Jason slumped against the wall, trying to process what just happened, he realized one thing: he’d never underestimate Annabeth Chase again.
Chapter 8: Jason x Leo
Summary:
Jason and Leo have some fun in the woods
Chapter Text
The woods were dark, the only light coming from a campfire Leo Valdez had sparked to life. He leaned against a tree, shirtless, his tanned skin shiny with sweat in the fire’s glow. His curly hair was a mess, and his cargo pants hung low, his tool belt slung around his hips. He was messing with a small metal gadget, but his dark eyes kept darting to Jason Grace, who stood a few feet away, looking way too serious for a guy sneaking out at night.
Jason’s blond hair was neat, his Camp Jupiter t-shirt hugging his broad chest. He’d come to drag Leo back to camp—something about breaking curfew—but the sight of Leo, all heat and chaos, was messing with his head. “Leo, seriously,” Jason said, arms crossed, trying to sound like a praetor. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
Leo grinned, tossing his gadget into the grass and stepping closer. “Trouble’s my middle name, Superman.” He got right up in Jason’s space, close enough that Jason could feel the warmth rolling off him, like Leo was a human bonfire. “Admit it. You’re here ’cause you’re into me.”
Jason’s face went pink, but he didn’t back up. “You’re full of it, Valdez,” he said, but his voice shook, and his eyes kept slipping to Leo’s bare chest, the way the firelight made his scars stand out.
“Am I?” Leo’s grin turned wicked. He snapped his fingers, and vines—probably a gift from some dryad buddy—shot up from the ground, wrapping around Jason’s wrists and yanking them behind his back. Jason stumbled, caught off guard, and Leo pushed him against a tree, the rough bark digging into his back. “Let’s see how long you can keep that cool-guy act.”
“Leo, what—” Jason started, but Leo was too close, his hands on Jason’s hips, his breath hot against Jason’s neck. The vines tightened, holding Jason in place, and Leo’s fingers tugged at the hem of Jason’s t-shirt, pulling it up to reveal his chiseled abs.
“Shh, Mr. Perfect,” Leo said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re always so in control. Time to let go.” He yanked the t-shirt off completely, tossing it into the dirt, and ran his hands over Jason’s chest, his touch warm, almost too warm, like he was letting his fire powers simmer just under his skin. Jason’s breath hitched, his body tensing, but he didn’t fight the vines. He couldn’t—part of him didn’t want to.
Leo’s hands slid lower, unbuttoning Jason’s jeans with a quick flick, shoving them down with his boxers in one move. Jason was exposed, hard and straining, and the cool night air mixed with the heat from Leo’s body made him shiver. “Look at you,” Leo said, smirking, his eyes glinting with mischief. He summoned a tiny flame at his fingertip, holding it close to Jason’s chest, not touching but near enough to make him feel the heat. Jason groaned, his head tipping back against the tree, his body arching toward Leo.
“Leo, fuck,” Jason said, his voice rough, his cool demeanor cracking. The campfire flared brighter, like it was tied to Leo’s mood, and Leo laughed, low and dirty.
“That’s what I like,” Leo said, his hand wrapping around Jason, stroking slow and firm, his grip warm and teasing. He moved the flame along Jason’s collarbone, close enough to make him sweat but never burning, the heat pushing Jason closer to losing it. “You’re falling apart already, aren’t you?”
Jason’s moans were loud, echoing in the clearing, and he tugged at the vines, but they held tight. Leo’s strokes got faster, his other hand trailing the flame down Jason’s abs, then along his thigh, making Jason’s hips buck. “Gods, Leo, please,” Jason gasped, his voice desperate, his body trembling under the mix of heat and touch.
“Not yet, big guy,” Leo said, pulling his hand away just as Jason was on the edge, making him groan in frustration. Leo stepped back, stripping off his cargo pants and tool belt, leaving himself bare. He was hard, his lean body lit up by the fire, and Jason’s eyes darkened, his breath hitching at the sight. Leo climbed onto a flat rock nearby, pulling Jason forward by the vines, positioning him between his legs. “You want more, you gotta work for it,” Leo teased, his fingers tangling in Jason’s hair, guiding his head down.
Jason didn’t hesitate, his mouth eager, taking Leo in with a hunger that surprised them both. Leo cursed, his head falling back, his hips rocking as Jason’s lips and tongue worked him over. The campfire roared, flames licking higher as Leo’s powers flared, the heat wrapping around them both. “Fuck, Jason,” Leo groaned, his hands tightening in Jason’s hair, guiding him with just enough force to make it clear who was in charge. Jason moaned around him, the vibrations sending Leo closer to the edge, his fire sparking in his hands, warming the air.
But Leo wasn’t done. He pulled Jason up, kissing him hard, all teeth and tongue, tasting himself on Jason’s lips. “Turn around,” Leo ordered, his voice rough but playful. The vines shifted, spinning Jason to face the tree, his hands still bound behind him. Leo grabbed a small vial of oil from his discarded tool belt—because Leo was always prepared—and slicked his fingers, pressing them against Jason, teasing slow circles that made Jason whimper.
“Leo, come on,” Jason begged, his voice breaking, his body pushing back against Leo’s touch. The vines held him steady, and Leo took his time, sliding one finger in, then two, stretching Jason with a patience that didn’t match his usual chaos. Jason’s moans grew louder, his body shaking, the heat from the campfire and Leo’s hands making everything more intense.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Leo said, his voice low, his lips brushing Jason’s ear. He pressed himself against Jason, hard and ready, and pushed in slow, letting Jason feel every inch. Jason groaned, his head dropping forward, the bark scraping his chest as Leo set a steady rhythm, one hand gripping Jason’s hip, the other trailing warm fingers along his spine, leaving a trail of heat that made Jason tremble.
The pace picked up, Leo thrusting harder, deeper, his fire powers simmering just enough to warm his hands as they roamed Jason’s body, one sliding around to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Jason was a mess, his moans turning to desperate pleas, his body rocking back to meet Leo’s. The campfire flared with every thrust, sparks flying into the night, and the storm brewing in the distance—probably Jason’s dad, Jupiter, stirring—added a wild edge to the air.
“Say my name,” Leo demanded, his voice rough, his hand tightening on Jason, pushing him closer to the edge. “Let me hear it, Grace.”
“Leo,” Jason gasped, his voice breaking as he came hard, his body shaking, the vines barely holding him up. Leo followed right after, groaning Jason’s name, his fire flaring one last time before the campfire settled to embers. They collapsed against the tree, panting, the vines falling away as Leo snapped his fingers, freeing Jason.
Leo pulled Jason close, both of them sweaty and spent, the night air cool against their skin. “Told you I’m the best kind of trouble,” Leo said, grinning, stealing a quick kiss. Jason, still catching his breath, managed a shaky laugh.
“You’re gonna get us busted,” he said, but he leaned into Leo, his arm around his waist, not pulling away.
“Totally worth it,” Leo said, winking as the stars twinkled above.
Chapter 9: Omega Will x Alpha Nico
Summary:
Will is in heat. Nico won't let his omega suffer from it
Chapter Text
The air in Cabin 13 was thick with the scent of honey and sunlight, a telltale sign of Will Solace’s heat. The son of Apollo paced the small space, his golden hair damp with sweat, his camp t-shirt clinging to his lean frame. His blue eyes were hazy, his cheeks flushed, and every step sent a wave of need through him, his omega instincts screaming for release. He’d locked himself in Nico’s cabin, hoping to ride out the heat alone, but the Hades kid’s scent—dark, earthy, like a storm brewing—was everywhere, making it worse.
Nico di Angelo pushed open the door, his black hair messy, his dark eyes sharp with concern. He’d been out training when he caught Will’s scent from across camp, and it hit him like a punch, his alpha instincts roaring to life. “Will,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “You okay? You’re… gods, your scent.” He froze in the doorway, gripping the frame, his knuckles white as he fought the urge to pounce.
Will turned, his pupils blown wide, and the sight of Nico—tight black jeans, a skull tank top, all lean muscle and barely restrained power—made him whimper. “Nico, I… I didn’t want you to see me like this,” Will said, his voice shaky, but his body betrayed him, stepping closer, drawn to Nico like a magnet. “It’s bad this time.”
Nico’s eyes darkened, his control slipping as Will’s heat-scent filled his lungs, sweet and desperate. “You should’ve told me,” he said, stepping inside and kicking the door shut. The lock clicked, sealing them in. “I can smell you from a mile away, Solace. You’re driving me crazy.”
Will’s breath hitched, and he backed up until his legs hit the bed, his hands tugging at his shirt like it was too much on his burning skin. “I didn’t want to bother you,” he mumbled, but his body was screaming for Nico, his omega instincts begging for his alpha. “But… I need you. Please.”
That was all it took. Nico crossed the room in two strides, grabbing Will’s face and kissing him hard, all teeth and hunger. Will moaned into it, his hands clutching Nico’s shoulders, nails digging in as he pressed himself closer, desperate for contact. Nico’s hands roamed, yanking Will’s shirt off and tossing it aside, revealing his flushed, golden skin. “Fuck, Will,” Nico growled, his voice rough with want. “You’re so damn gorgeous like this.”
Will whimpered, his heat making him pliant, needy, but Nico’s alpha scent—dark and commanding—pushed him over the edge. Nico shoved Will onto the bed, face-down, and Will scrambled to his knees, his shorts already soaked with slick, his body trembling. Nico didn’t bother with slow, peeling Will’s shorts and underwear off in one rough tug, leaving him bare and exposed. The sight of Will, ass up, slick dripping down his thighs, made Nico’s control snap.
“You’re mine,” Nico said, his voice a low rumble as he climbed onto the bed, his hands gripping Will’s hips. He leaned down, biting lightly at Will’s neck, marking him as his omega, and Will moaned, pushing back against him. Nico’s hand came down hard on Will’s ass, a sharp spank that made Will cry out, the sting mixing with his heat to drive him wild. “You like that, don’t you?” Nico said, spanking him again, harder, leaving red handprints on Will’s golden skin.
“Yes,” Will gasped, his voice muffled against the sheets, his body shaking with need. “Nico, please, more.” The spanking sent jolts of pleasure through him, his heat making every touch electric, and Nico obliged, landing a few more sharp slaps, each one pulling a desperate moan from Will. The omega’s slick was everywhere, the scent driving Nico feral, his alpha instincts screaming to claim.
Nico didn’t waste time, shoving his own jeans and boxers down, his cock hard and aching. He slicked himself with Will’s slick, groaning at how wet his omega was, and lined up, teasing Will’s entrance with the tip. “Beg for it,” Nico said, his voice rough, one hand gripping Will’s hip, the other trailing down his spine, warm from Nico’s shadow powers, like a cool contrast to Will’s burning skin.
“Nico, please,” Will whined, pushing back, his heat making him shameless. “Fuck me, I need you, please, alpha.” The words were like gasoline on Nico’s fire, and he thrust in hard, burying himself deep in one go. Will screamed, his hands fisting the sheets, the stretch and burn perfect in his heat-addled state.
Nico set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into Will, each thrust pushing them both closer to the edge. Will’s moans filled the cabin, loud and desperate, his body rocking back to meet Nico’s, slick making everything wet and messy. Nico’s hand came down again, spanking Will’s ass in time with his thrusts, the sharp sting making Will clench around him, drawing a growl from Nico’s throat. “So tight,” Nico said, his voice hoarse. “You’re taking me so good, Will.”
Will was lost, his heat consuming him, Nico’s cock hitting every spot that made him see stars. “Harder,” he begged, his voice breaking, and Nico grabbed his hips with both hands, pounding into him with all his strength, the bed creaking under them. Nico leaned forward, biting Will’s shoulder, marking him again, and Will’s moans turned to sobs of pleasure, his body trembling as he neared his peak.
Nico’s hand slid around, stroking Will’s cock, fast and rough, matching his thrusts. “Come for me,” Nico ordered, his alpha voice cutting through Will’s haze, and Will did, his orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, his body shaking as he spilled onto the sheets, his cries echoing in the cabin. Nico didn’t stop, fucking him through it, his own release building as Will’s heat clenched around him, milking him. With a final, deep thrust, Nico came hard, groaning Will’s name, his seed filling Will so completely it felt like it claimed every part of him. The intensity was overwhelming, Nico’s alpha instincts sealing their bond, and Will collapsed, spent and panting, Nico still buried inside him.
They stayed like that, catching their breath, Nico’s hands gentle now, stroking Will’s sides. “You okay?” Nico asked, his voice soft, pulling out carefully and rolling Will onto his back. Will’s eyes were glassy, his body still trembling from the aftershocks, but he smiled, pulling Nico down for a lazy kiss.
“Better than okay,” Will said, his voice hoarse. “You’re… intense.”
Nico grinned, kissing his forehead. “You’re mine, Solace. Heat or no heat.”
The next morning, Will woke feeling different, a faint glow to his skin, a warmth in his core that wasn’t just the afterglow. He touched his stomach, eyes wide, and Nico, sprawled beside him, caught the look. “What?” Nico asked, sitting up.
Will blushed, his healer instincts kicking in. “I… think you got me pregnant, from all that fucking” he said, half-laughing, half-shocked. Nico’s jaw dropped, then he laughed, pulling Will close.
“Guess we’re in for a wild ride,” Nico said, kissing him again, and Will couldn’t stop smiling, even as his heart raced at the thought.
Chapter 10: Rachel x Male Reader
Summary:
⚠️TW Reader punches Rachel and gives her a black eye and a bloody nose in this one, so do not read if your're not comfortable with it⚠️
Chapter Text
The air in Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s art studio was thick with the smell of paint and turpentine, the walls covered in wild, colorful murals that screamed her chaotic energy. Rachel, the Oracle of Delphi, stood in the center, her red curls loose and messy, spilling over her shoulders. Her body was a vision—curves for days, her tight tank top and ripped jeans hugging every inch of her hips, waist, and chest. She was a few years older than you, her younger brother by blood, and tonight, her green eyes were locked on you, submissive and needy in a way that made your blood run hot.
You leaned against a table, your camp t-shirt loose, your jeans low, watching her fidget. You’d always had this dynamic—Rachel, the fiery artist, melted under your control, her masochistic streak craving the edge you brought. “You’ve been mouthing off all day,” you said, voice low, stepping closer. “Think you can just tease me in front of the others and get away with it?”
Rachel’s lips parted, her breath shaky, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. “I’m sorry,” she said, voice soft, almost a whine. “I just… wanted your attention.” She bit her lip, her curves shifting as she stepped closer, her tank top straining against her chest. She was begging for it, and you knew exactly what she wanted.
“You want attention?” you said, grabbing her chin, forcing her to meet your eyes. “You’re gonna get it.” Without warning, your hand cracked across her face, a sharp slap that left her cheek red and her eyes watering. Rachel gasped, stumbling back, but the moan that followed was pure want, her masochistic side lighting up. You didn’t stop, gripping her arm and swinging again, this time a closed fist that caught her eye and nose. The impact was hard, her head snapping back, blood trickling from her nose as a bruise bloomed around her eye.
“Fuck,” Rachel whimpered, but her voice was thick with desire, her hands reaching for you, not to push away but to pull closer. “Thank you,” she breathed, her green eyes glassy, her curvy body trembling as she dropped to her knees in front of you. “Gods, thank you, please, let me…” Her hands fumbled with your jeans, her fingers shaking with need as she looked up at you, blood smearing her lip, her black eye already swelling. She was a mess, and she loved it.
You smirked, grabbing a fistful of her red curls, tugging her head back. “You’re such a slut for this, aren’t you?” you said, voice rough. Rachel nodded, her moan desperate, her hands finally popping the button on your jeans and yanking them down with your boxers. Your cock sprang free, hard and ready, and Rachel’s eyes widened, her tongue darting out to lick her bloody lips.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a needy whine. “Let me worship you. I need it.” She didn’t wait for permission, leaning forward to kiss the base of your cock, her lips soft and warm, her tongue tracing slow, reverent circles. You groaned, tightening your grip on her hair, guiding her as she worked, her mouth moving to your balls, sucking gently, her moans vibrating against you. The sight of her—curvy, bruised, bloodied, and so fucking eager—made your head spin.
“Good girl,” you said, voice low, pushing her head closer, making her take more. Rachel moaned louder, her hands gripping your thighs, her nails digging in as she licked and sucked, worshiping every inch with a desperation that matched her masochistic high. Her nose bled onto her chin, the red mixing with her spit, and she didn’t care, her tongue lapping at you like she was starved for it.
You pulled her back by her hair, her lips shiny and swollen, and she looked up at you, pleading. “More,” she said, voice hoarse. “Hurt me again. Please.” You didn’t hesitate, landing another sharp slap across her face, the other cheek this time, making her cry out, her body shuddering with pleasure. The bruise around her eye darkened, and she dove back in, her mouth wrapping around your cock, taking you deep, her throat tight and warm.
“Fuck, Rachel,” you groaned, your hips bucking as she worked you, her hands massaging your balls, her tongue swirling around the tip every time she pulled back. She was relentless, her masochistic need driving her to please you, her curvy body swaying as she knelt, her jeans riding low to show the curve of her hips. You reached down, grabbing her tank top and ripping it off, her full breasts spilling free, bouncing as she moved. You pinched one nipple, hard, and she moaned around your cock, the vibration pushing you closer to the edge.
You yanked her up, spinning her around to face a canvas-covered table, bending her over it. Her curves were perfect, her ass round and begging for attention. You spanked her hard, the sound echoing in the studio, and Rachel moaned, pushing her hips back, her jeans still clinging to her thighs. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “More, please, I’m yours.”
You ripped her jeans down, leaving her bare, her skin flushed and ready. You spanked her again, harder, leaving red handprints on her ass, and she whimpered, her body trembling with need. “You love this, don’t you?” you said, lining yourself up, teasing her entrance with the tip of your cock. She was wet, dripping, her body begging as much as her words.
“Yes, yes, please,” Rachel begged, her voice a sob, her hands gripping the table. You thrust in hard, filling her in one go, and she screamed, her body arching, her curves shaking as you set a brutal pace. The table rocked, paint cans clattering to the floor, and Rachel’s moans were loud, desperate, her masochistic side thriving on the roughness. You spanked her again, each slap making her clench around you, her body so responsive it drove you wild.
“Take it,” you growled, grabbing her hips, pounding into her, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. You reached around, pinching her nipples again, twisting just enough to make her cry out, her body shuddering as she came, her walls tightening around you, pulling you deeper. “Good fucking girl,” you said, spanking her one last time, the sting pushing her into another wave of pleasure.
Rachel’s moans turned to sobs, her body shaking as she came again, her bloodied nose and black eye only making her look more wrecked, more yours. “Thank you,” she gasped, her voice raw. “Thank you, gods, I love you.” Her words sent you over the edge, and you came hard, groaning as you filled her, your hips stuttering as you rode out the high.
You pulled out, both of you panting, and Rachel slumped against the table, her curvy body glistening with sweat, her face a mess of blood, bruises, and satisfaction. She turned, dropping to her knees again, kissing your cock and balls softly, reverently, like a thank you for the pain and pleasure. “You’re perfect,” she whispered, her green eyes shining up at you, her subby side fully surrendered.
You pulled her up, kissing her gently, tasting the blood on her lips. “You’re a mess,” you said, smirking, brushing a thumb over her bruised eye. She leaned into your touch, smiling.
“Your mess,” she said, and you both laughed, collapsing onto the floor, paint cans and canvases forgotten around you.
Chapter 11: Annabeth x Marcus (OC)
Summary:
Annabeth gets angry at Percy for leaving her at a frat party to solve some emergency. Marcus, however, is more than happy to accompany the daughter of Athena.
Chapter Text
The frat house was packed, the air thick with sweat, cheap beer, and pulsing music. Percy Jackson leaned against a wall, a red cup in hand, his green eyes scanning the crowd. His black hair was messy, his camp t-shirt loose over his swim-toned body. Next to him, Annabeth Chase sipped her drink, her blonde curls tied up, her gray eyes sharp despite the party chaos. Her tight jeans and cropped top showed off her athletic curves, and she was laughing at something Percy said, their usual banter cutting through the noise.
Across the room, Marcus, Percy’s friend from New Rome’s demigod college, was working the crowd. A son of Hermes, Marcus was all charm and trouble—tall, dark-haired, with a smirk that got him into (and out of) trouble. He’d been Percy’s buddy since freshman year, always flirting with everyone, including Annabeth. Tonight, his eyes kept landing on her, lingering too long on her curves, his grin sharper than usual.
“Yo, Perce, you two are too cute,” Marcus said, sauntering over, his voice smooth. He leaned closer to Annabeth, ignoring Percy’s raised eyebrow. “But, like, Annabeth, you’re way too hot for this loser. Ever think about trading up?” He winked, his hand brushing her arm, light but deliberate.
Annabeth rolled her eyes, stepping closer to Percy. “Keep dreaming, Marcus,” she said, her tone sharp but playful. “I’m good with my Seaweed Brain.” Percy laughed, slinging an arm around her, but Marcus just grinned wider, undeterred.
“Alright, alright,” Marcus said, hands up, but his eyes didn’t leave Annabeth. “Just saying, I’m here if you get bored.” Percy shot him a look, half-joking, half-warning, but before he could say anything, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, his face tightening.
“Shit,” Percy muttered, pulling Annabeth aside. “It’s Chiron. Something’s up at camp—monster attack. I gotta go.” He kissed her quick, his hand lingering on her waist. “Stay safe, okay? I’ll be back soon.”
Annabeth frowned, annoyed. “You’re leaving me here? At this dumb party?” Her voice was sharp, but Percy was already moving, promising to text her. He grabbed his jacket and was out the door, leaving Annabeth alone in the crowd, her drink warm in her hand.
She sighed, leaning against the wall, watching the party swirl around her. Marcus was back in minutes, like a shark smelling blood. “Well, look at that,” he said, sliding up next to her, his grin all teeth. “Percy bails, and you’re stuck with me. Fate, huh?”
Annabeth crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “Not happening, Marcus. Go flirt with someone else.” But her voice lacked its usual bite—she was pissed at Percy for ditching her, and the alcohol was making her head fuzzy.
Marcus leaned closer and grabbed her waist, his breath warm against her ear. “Come on, Annabeth. You’re too smart to be waiting around for him. Let’s have some fun, Annabeth. No one needs to know.”
Her jaw tightened, loyalty to Percy screaming in her head, but the heat in her body was louder, fueled by her frustration and Marcus’s relentless charm. “You’re such a jerk,” she snapped, but her voice wavered, and she didn’t pull away when his fingers grazed her waist again, lingering on the curve of her jeans.
“That’s not a no,” Marcus teased, his hand sliding to her lower back, guiding her through the crowd toward a hallway. Annabeth’s mind raced—part of her wanted to shove him off, march out, and wait for Percy. But the other part, the part that was pissed and buzzing and tired of being left behind, followed him, her sneakers quiet on the sticky floor.
They found a bathroom at the end of the hall, the door unlocked, the small space lit by a flickering bulb. Marcus locked it behind them, the click loud in the muffled thump of the party’s bass. The room smelled faintly of bleach and beer, a cracked mirror reflecting Annabeth’s flushed face and Marcus’s hungry grin. She turned to him, arms crossed, her gray eyes sharp but conflicted. “This is a bad idea,” she said, but her body leaned toward him, betraying her words.
Marcus stepped closer, his hands finding her hips, pulling her against him. “Bad ideas are the best kind,” he said, and before she could argue, he kissed her, hard and demanding, his lips tasting of whiskey and trouble. Annabeth froze for a second, Percy’s face flashing in her mind, but then her anger flared—Percy left her here, always running off to save the day. She kissed Marcus back, fierce and hungry, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, Annabeth,” Marcus groaned against her mouth, his hands roaming her curves, squeezing her ass through her tight jeans. He lifted her onto the sink, the cold porcelain a shock against her thighs as he tugged her cropped top up and off, revealing her black bra and the swell of her breasts. His eyes darkened, and he didn’t ask permission, yanking the bra down to expose her, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard.
Annabeth gasped, her head tipping back, her hands tangling in his dark hair. Guilt twisted in her gut, but the heat of Marcus’s mouth, the way his teeth grazed her skin, drowned it out. She arched into him, her body taking over, and he grinned against her skin, knowing he’d won. “Knew you’d cave,” he said, his voice smug as he kissed down her stomach, his hands popping the button on her jeans.
“Shut up,” Annabeth snapped, but her voice was breathy, and she lifted her hips as he peeled her jeans and panties down, leaving her bare on the sink. Marcus dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs, his breath hot against her as he looked up, his smirk infuriating and hot all at once. “You’re such an ass,” she said, but her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer.
He didn’t tease long, his tongue diving in, licking her slow and deep, her slickness making him groan. Annabeth moaned, loud enough to be heard over the music if anyone was close, her legs shaking as Marcus worked her over, his hands gripping her thighs, keeping her open. “Gods, you taste good,” he mumbled, his tongue circling her clit, and Annabeth’s hips bucked, her guilt buried under waves of pleasure.
“Marcus,” she gasped, her voice breaking as he sucked harder, one hand sliding up to pinch her nipple, the sharp sting pushing her closer to the edge. She was close, her body trembling, but Marcus pulled back, standing and wiping his mouth with a grin that screamed trouble.
“Not yet, Chase,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans, shoving them down with his boxers. His cock was hard, thick, and Annabeth’s eyes widened, her breath hitching despite herself. He stepped between her legs, pulling her to the edge of the sink, teasing her entrance with the tip. “Tell me you want it,” he said, his voice low, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.
Annabeth’s mind screamed Percy, but her body was screaming louder, her anger at being left alone fueling her. “Just do it,” she said, her voice sharp, and Marcus didn’t wait, thrusting into her hard, filling her in one rough move. Annabeth cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he set a fast, relentless pace, the sink creaking under them.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Marcus groaned, his hands roaming her body, one squeezing her breast, the other sliding down to rub her clit as he fucked her. Annabeth’s moans were desperate, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. The bathroom mirror rattled, the flickering light casting shadows as their bodies moved together, all heat and need.
“You like this, don’t you?” Marcus said, his voice rough, his thrusts harder, hitting every spot that made Annabeth see stars. She hated how right he was, hated the guilt twisting in her chest, but her body was on fire, and she couldn’t stop. “Say it,” he demanded, slowing just enough to make her whine.
“Yes,” Annabeth gasped, her voice breaking as she came, her body clenching around him, her orgasm hitting so hard her vision blurred. Marcus groaned, his pace faltering as he followed, thrusting deep and spilling inside her, his hands gripping her hips like a lifeline. They stayed there, panting, the air heavy with the scent of sex and regret.
Annabeth pushed him back, sliding off the sink, her legs shaky as she pulled her clothes back on. “This didn’t happen,” she said, her voice sharp but trembling, her gray eyes avoiding his. Marcus just smirked, zipping up his jeans.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” he said, winking, but his eyes had a flicker of something softer, like he knew he’d crossed a line. Annabeth didn’t respond, storming out of the bathroom, her heart pounding with guilt and anger—at Marcus, at Percy, at herself.
As she slipped back into the party, her phone buzzed. A text from Percy: On my way back. You okay? Annabeth stared at it, her stomach twisting, and didn’t reply, the weight of her choice sinking in.
Chapter 12: Annabeth x Jason x Percy
Summary:
Jason and Percy make a bet to see who gets Annabeth hot and bothered the most. She finds out and takes advantage of the situation.
Chapter Text
The sun beat down on Camp Half-Blood, the air humming with cicadas and the distant clang of sparring swords. Annabeth Chase was in the Athena cabin, sketching plans for a new camp structure, her blonde curls tied back, her gray eyes focused. Her tank top and shorts hugged her athletic curves, and she was blissfully unaware of the stupid bet Percy Jackson and Jason Grace had made at breakfast.
Percy, leaning against a tree outside, his black hair messy and his green eyes glinting, had started it. “Bet I can get Annabeth all worked up before dinner,” he’d said, smirking at Jason across the table. “She’s my girlfriend, man. I know what makes her tick.”
Jason, his blond hair neat, his blue eyes narrowing, had leaned back, all Roman confidence. “You’re on, Jackson. I bet I can get her hotter than you can. Loser cleans the stables for a week.” They’d shaken on it, both too cocky to back down, and now the game was on.
Percy struck first, finding Annabeth in her cabin. He sauntered in, shirtless from a swim, his swim trunks low, showing off his tanned, muscled body. “Hey, Wise Girl,” he said, voice low, leaning over her desk so his arm brushed hers. “You look stressed. Need a break?” He grinned, knowing how his closeness got to her, and let his fingers trail along her shoulder, teasing.
Annabeth’s eyes flicked up, a spark of interest there, but she swatted his hand away. “I’m working, Seaweed Brain,” she said, but her voice was softer than usual, her cheeks a little pink. Percy leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear, whispering, “Bet I could make you forget those plans.” He kissed her neck, slow and deliberate, and Annabeth’s breath hitched, her pencil pausing. But she pushed him back, smirking.
“Nice try,” she said, though her eyes lingered on his abs as he left, her body tingling. She knew something was up—Percy was never this forward in the middle of the day.
Jason was next, catching her at the training arena after lunch. He was sparring, his Camp Jupiter tank top soaked with sweat, his muscles flexing as he swung his sword. Annabeth watched from the sidelines, her eyes drawn to his broad shoulders, the way he moved with disciplined grace. When he finished, he approached, wiping his brow, his smile all charm. “Annabeth,” he said, voice smooth, “you’re looking fierce today. Wanna go a round?” He stepped close, his hand grazing her waist as he adjusted her stance, his touch lingering.
Annabeth’s pulse quickened, his alpha energy hitting her hard, but she raised an eyebrow. “You’re not subtle, Grace,” she said, stepping back, though her body was warm, her shorts suddenly feeling too tight. Jason just grinned, leaning in to murmur, “I don’t need to be subtle when you’re already looking at me like that.” Her cheeks flushed, but she shoved him playfully, walking away with a sway in her hips, knowing he was watching.
By late afternoon, Annabeth was pissed. She’d caught Percy and Jason exchanging smug looks at the pavilion, and it clicked—they were competing, trying to rile her up like she was some prize. Her gray eyes narrowed, her strategist mind kicking into gear. If they wanted to play games, she’d show them who was in charge.
She cornered them both at the beach as the sun set, the waves lapping at the shore. Percy was in his swim trunks, Jason in shorts and a loose shirt, both looking cocky until they saw the fire in her eyes. “You idiots,” Annabeth said, hands on her hips, her curves outlined by the fading light. “You think you can make a bet about me and I won’t notice? I’m done with your game.”
Percy opened his mouth, but Annabeth cut him off. “Shut it, Percy. You too, Jason. You want me hot and bothered? Fine. But I’m calling the shots.” She grabbed their wrists, pulling them toward a nearby empty cabin—Cabin 3, Percy’s turf. The door slammed shut, and Annabeth locked it, her smirk dangerous. “You’re both gonna give me what I want, and you’re gonna do it my way. Spite’s a great motivator.”
Percy and Jason exchanged a look, half-stunned, half-turned on, but Annabeth didn’t give them time to think. She shoved Percy onto the bed, climbing onto his lap, kissing him hard, her tongue claiming his mouth. “You started this,” she said against his lips, grinding her hips against him, feeling him harden through his trunks. Percy groaned, his hands grabbing her ass, but she pulled back, turning to Jason, who was watching, eyes wide.
“Your turn,” she said, grabbing Jason’s shirt and yanking him close, kissing him with the same fire. Jason’s hands slid up her sides, under her tank top, and she let him pull it off, her bra hitting the floor next. Her breasts bounced free, and both boys stared, their rivalry forgotten as Annabeth took control. “Strip,” she ordered, and they scrambled to obey, Percy’s trunks and Jason’s shorts hitting the floor, leaving them both hard and ready.
Annabeth pushed Jason onto the bed next to Percy, climbing between them, her hands roaming their bodies—Percy’s lean, swimmer’s build, Jason’s broader, Roman frame. She stroked them both, slow and teasing, making them groan. “You thought you could play me?” she said, her voice sharp but sultry. “Now you’re both mine.” She leaned down, taking Percy in her mouth, her tongue swirling as he moaned, his hands fisting the sheets. Jason watched, his breath ragged, until Annabeth turned, giving him the same treatment, her lips tight and warm around him.
“Fuck, Annabeth,” Jason groaned, his head falling back, and Percy echoed him, his hips bucking as Annabeth’s hand kept working him. She pulled back, smirking, and stripped off her shorts and panties, climbing onto Percy’s lap. She sank down onto him, moaning as he filled her, her hips rocking hard and fast. “You don’t get to win,” she said, glaring at him, then beckoned Jason closer. “Get behind me.”
Jason didn’t need telling twice, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself, pushing into her ass slow and careful, slicked with oil from Percy’s stash. Annabeth gasped, caught between them, the stretch intense but perfect. They moved together, Percy thrusting up, Jason from behind, their rhythms sloppy at first but syncing as Annabeth set the pace, her moans loud and unapologetic. “Harder,” she demanded, and they obeyed, Percy’s hands on her breasts, Jason’s gripping her waist, both of them lost in her.
“You like this?” Annabeth said, her voice breathy but commanding, her body trembling as pleasure built. “You thought you’d outdo each other, but I’m fucking you both.” Percy groaned, his thrusts erratic, and Jason’s breath was hot against her neck, his hands leaving marks on her hips. Annabeth came first, her orgasm hitting like a wave, her body clenching around them, pulling them over the edge. Percy cursed, spilling inside her, and Jason followed, his groans muffled against her shoulder.
They collapsed, panting, Annabeth sandwiched between them, her smirk triumphant. “No winner,” she said, catching her breath. “Just me.” Percy and Jason laughed, exhausted but impressed, their hands still on her, like they couldn’t let go.
“Fair enough,” Percy said, kissing her neck. Jason nodded, his grin sheepish.
“Never betting against you again,” he said, and Annabeth just laughed, knowing she’d turned their game into her victory.
Chapter 13: Bianca x Male Reader x Nicole (fem Nico)
Summary:
Bianca, Nicole and Reader have some fun at a goth club
Chapter Text
The goth club was a haze of black leather, neon lights, and pounding industrial music, the air thick with smoke and sweat. You stood near the bar, feeling out of place in your dark jeans and black shirt, but your sisters—Bianca and Nicole di Angelo—fit right in. They were a vision of goth chaos, their pale skin glowing under the strobes, their outfits screaming trouble. Bianca, the older one, wore a tight black corset that barely contained her curves, her long dark hair loose, fishnet stockings ripped just enough to tease. Nicole, the younger, moodier one, rocked a leather skirt, a spiked choker, and a cropped top that showed off her slim waist, her black hair in messy waves. Both had dark eyeliner, blood-red lipstick, and attitudes that made every head turn.
They’d been teasing you all week—brushing against you at home, whispering dirty things when no one was around, their goth vibes making every taunt hotter. “You’re so easy to rile up, little brother,” Bianca had purred that morning, her hand grazing your thigh. Nicole had smirked, adding, “Bet you’d lose it if we pushed you far enough.” Now, they’d dragged you to this club, their favorite haunt, and you knew they were up to something.
On the dance floor, they moved like they owned the place, hips swaying, bodies pressed close as they danced together, their eyes locked on you. Bianca crooked a finger, beckoning you, while Nicole licked her lips, her gaze daring. You pushed through the crowd, your heart pounding, their teasing finally breaking your restraint. “What’s your game tonight?” you asked, voice low, as you reached them, the bass vibrating through you.
Bianca smirked, grabbing your shirt and pulling you close, her body pressed against yours. “No game,” she said, her voice husky. “Just want you to have fun with us.” Nicole slid behind you, her hands on your hips, grinding against you to the beat. “You’ve been so good, putting up with us,” she whispered in your ear, her breath hot. “Time for a reward.”
Your head spun, their scents—dark perfume and leather—mixing with the club’s haze. They were your sisters, sure, but the way they moved, the way they teased, made it hard to care about anything but the heat building in you. Bianca’s hand slid down, palming you through your jeans, and you groaned, already hard. “Fuck, you two,” you muttered, and Nicole laughed, low and wicked.
“Let’s make it quick and dirty,” Bianca said, pulling you deeper into the crowd, where the shadows and strobes hid everything. The dance floor was a mess of bodies, no one paying attention, and your sisters took advantage, their goth sluttiness in full swing. Nicole pushed you against a pillar, her hands unzipping your jeans, while Bianca knelt, her corset straining as she tugged your pants down, freeing your cock. “Look at you,” Bianca purred, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, making you shudder. Nicole stood beside her, kissing your neck, her hands roaming your chest.
“You want us, don’t you?” Nicole teased, her voice dripping with mischief. She turned, bending slightly, her leather skirt riding up to show she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Take me first,” she said, and you didn’t hesitate, your hands gripping her hips as you pushed into her ass, the tight heat making you groan. The crowd didn’t notice, too lost in the music, and Nicole moaned, loud enough to blend with the bass, her body rocking back against you.
Bianca watched, her eyes dark with lust, her fingers slipping under her own skirt as she touched herself. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she said, leaning in to kiss Nicole, their tongues tangling as you thrust harder, Nicole’s moans muffled by her sister’s mouth. The public thrill, the risk of getting caught, made it hotter, and Nicole’s tightness drove you wild, your hips slamming into her.
“Switch,” Bianca demanded, pushing Nicole aside and bending over, her fishnets ripped at the thighs, her ass bare and ready. You pulled out of Nicole, slick and hard, and thrust into Bianca, her moan sharper, her body softer but just as tight. Nicole knelt beside her, her hands spreading Bianca’s cheeks, her tongue teasing where you entered, making you both groan. “Gods, yes,” Bianca gasped, her corset creaking as she pushed back, taking you deeper.
The dance floor pulsed around you, the strobes hiding your movements, but the danger was real, and it fueled you. You fucked Bianca hard, your hands gripping her hips, leaving marks, while Nicole’s tongue moved between you both, her goth makeup smearing as she licked and sucked, her moans vibrating against you. “You’re so good, brother,” Nicole purred, standing to kiss you, her lips tasting of Bianca and you.
You were close, the heat of Bianca’s ass, Nicole’s dirty words, the club’s chaos pushing you over. “Fuck,” you groaned, thrusting deep into Bianca, spilling inside her, your body shaking. She moaned, her own fingers bringing her to the edge, and as you pulled out, Nicole was there, her tongue diving into Bianca’s ass, licking up your cum with a hungry moan. Bianca gasped, her body trembling as she came again, Nicole’s mouth relentless.
Then it was Nicole’s turn. You pushed her against the pillar, sliding into her ass again, your cum still slick from Bianca. Nicole’s moans were louder now, her choker digging into her neck as she arched back, and Bianca knelt, her tongue finding Nicole’s ass, eating your cum as you fucked her sister. The sight—Bianca’s red lips, Nicole’s writhing body—sent you over again, and you came hard, filling Nicole as she screamed, her own orgasm hitting as Bianca’s tongue worked her over.
You pulled out, panting, the sisters collapsing against each other, their makeup smeared, their goth outfits disheveled. They kissed, sharing the taste of you, their tongues slow and sloppy, and you watched, your body still buzzing. “You’re such sluts,” you said, grinning, and Bianca laughed, her voice hoarse.
“Only for you,” she said, while Nicole winked, adjusting her skirt.
“Let’s get out of here,” Nicole said, and you followed them into the night, the club’s beat fading behind you, your sisters’ teasing smiles promising more trouble.
Chapter 14: Thalia x Nicole x Male Reader
Summary:
Both Thalia and Nicole have a crush on Reader. They start fighting over him, so he puts both of them in their place
Chapter Text
The alley behind the high school was quiet, the hum of distant traffic barely reaching the graffiti-covered walls. Nicole di Angelo leaned against a dumpster, her black combat boots scuffed, her fishnet tights ripped under a short black skirt. Her goth look—pale skin, heavy eyeliner, black lipstick, and a tight band tee—screamed defiance, her dark hair falling in messy waves. She took a drag from her cigarette, exhaling slow, her dark eyes glinting as she glanced at Thalia Grace.
Thalia stood nearby, her punk vibe just as loud—spiked black hair, a leather jacket covered in pins, ripped jeans, and a studded choker. She flicked ash from her own cigarette, her electric blue eyes sharp, her attitude all fire. The two were seniors, both 18, and known for stirring trouble, but they’d been friends forever, bonded by their outsider status. Today, though, tension crackled between them.
“He’s such a fucking asshole,” Nicole said, her voice low, almost dreamy, as she blew smoke. “The way he shoved that kid into a locker yesterday… gods, I can’t stop thinking about him.” She was talking about you, the school’s resident bully, a senior with a rep for being mean, hot, and untouchable. Your broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and cocky grin had half the school scared and the other half obsessed—including Nicole and Thalia.
Thalia’s eyes narrowed, her cigarette pausing halfway to her lips. “Wait, you’re into him?” she said, her voice sharp. “No way, Nicole. He’s mine. I saw him first when he trashed Jason’s backpack last week. That smirk? I’m calling dibs.”
Nicole scoffed, tossing her cigarette and stepping closer, her goth boots clicking on the pavement. “Dibs? What are we, kids? I’ve been crushing on him since he broke that jock’s nose in gym. Back off, Grace.” Her voice was venomous, her hands balling into fists.
Thalia laughed, cold and mocking, dropping her own cigarette and squaring up. “You wanna go, di Angelo? He’d pick me over your moody ass any day.” She shoved Nicole’s shoulder, hard, and Nicole shoved back, her nails digging into Thalia’s jacket. It escalated fast—Nicole grabbed Thalia’s hair, yanking, while Thalia swung a fist, catching Nicole’s jaw. They hit the ground, rolling in the dirt, fists flying, skirts riding up, fishnets tearing. Nicole pinned Thalia, her knee on her chest, but Thalia kicked up, flipping them, her punk boots scraping Nicole’s legs.
You appeared at the mouth of the alley, drawn by the noise, your dark hoodie and ripped jeans giving you that bad-boy edge. Your eyes widened at the sight—Nicole and Thalia brawling, their clothes disheveled, hair wild, both panting and flushed. “What the fuck’s going on?” you said, voice low but commanding, stepping closer.
They froze, Nicole still gripping Thalia’s jacket, Thalia’s hand in Nicole’s hair. “She’s trying to steal you!” Nicole snapped, her black lipstick smudged, her cheek red from a hit.
“She’s delusional!” Thalia shot back, her choker askew, her eyes blazing. “I said I want you, and she won’t let it go!”
You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. Two of the hottest girls in school, fighting over you? This was too good. “You’re both idiots,” you said, stepping between them, grabbing each by the waistband of their skirts. With a quick yank, you gave them both wedgies, pulling their underwear tight, making them yelp. Nicole’s black lace and Thalia’s red thong bit into their skin, and they squirmed, but their eyes—Nicole’s dark, Thalia’s blue—lit up with something other than anger.
“Fuck,” Nicole gasped, her voice husky, her body pressing closer to you despite the sting. Thalia bit her lip, her hips shifting, her punk defiance melting into something needier.
You let go, stepping back, your smirk full-on now. “You wanna fight over me? How about you share instead?” You didn’t expect it to work, but Nicole and Thalia exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Without a word, they dropped to their knees in front of you, right there in the alley, the gravel digging into their skin, the distant music from a car stereo mixing with their heavy breathing.
Nicole moved first, her pale hands unzipping your jeans, pulling them down with your boxers, her black nails grazing your thighs. “Gods, you’re hot,” she muttered, her goth vibe all hunger as she leaned in, her tongue flicking over your balls, slow and teasing. Thalia joined her, her punk energy just as intense, her lips wrapping around your cock, taking you deep with a moan. You groaned, your hands tangling in their hair—Nicole’s dark waves, Thalia’s spiked mess—guiding them as they worked you together.
“Fuck, you two,” you said, your voice rough, the sight of them—goth and punk, bruised from their fight, worshiping you in the open—driving you wild. Nicole’s tongue was relentless, licking and sucking your balls, while Thalia’s mouth was hot and tight, her tongue swirling around your tip. They moved in sync, like they’d planned it, their moans vibrating against you, their hands roaming your thighs.
Nicole pulled back, her black lipstick smeared, and kissed Thalia, their tongues tangling, sharing your taste. “He’s ours,” Nicole said, her voice low, and Thalia nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. They went back to you, switching places—Nicole’s mouth on your cock, Thalia’s on your balls, their hands stroking what their mouths couldn’t reach. The alley was risky, anyone could walk by, but that only made it hotter, your pulse racing as they serviced you.
“Enough,” you growled, pulling them up by their hair. They stood, panting, their clothes a mess, and you spun Nicole around first, bending her over the dumpster, her skirt flipped up, her lace panties yanked down. “You want me?” you said, gripping her hips. “Prove it.” You pushed into her ass, slow at first, then hard, her tightness making you groan. Nicole moaned, loud and needy, her hands gripping the dumpster’s edge, her goth makeup smudging as she pushed back against you.
Thalia watched, her fingers slipping under her own jeans, touching herself as you fucked Nicole. “Gods, that’s hot,” she said, her voice hoarse, and you beckoned her closer, pulling out of Nicole to spin Thalia around, bending her beside her. You thrust into Thalia’s ass, her thong pushed aside, her punk boots scuffing the gravel as she moaned, her body rocking with yours. Nicole turned, kissing Thalia again, their lips messy, their hands roaming each other’s bodies as you fucked Thalia hard.
You switched back to Nicole, then Thalia again, their moans blending, the alley filled with the sound of skin on skin. “You’re both mine,” you said, and they nodded, desperate, their fight forgotten. You came hard in Thalia’s ass, groaning, and as you pulled out, Nicole was there, her tongue diving in, licking up your cum with a hungry moan. Thalia turned, doing the same to Nicole, their mouths working each other’s asses, cleaning every drop, their moans muffled but greedy.
You leaned against the wall, catching your breath, as they collapsed against each other, their goth and punk looks wrecked, their faces flushed. “No more fighting,” you said, smirking. “You’re both my sluts now.”
Nicole grinned, wiping her lipstick-smeared mouth. “Deal,” she said, and Thalia nodded, adjusting her choker.
“Long as you keep doing that,” Thalia said, and you all laughed, slipping out of the alley before anyone caught you.
Chapter 15: Annabeth x Percy x Piper
Summary:
Piper calls Percy unassuming. Annabeth does not let it slide
Chapter Text
The Argo II hummed through the night, its cabins quiet except for the muffled creak of wood and the distant hum of the engine. Annabeth Chase leaned against the wall of Percy’s cabin, her blonde curls loose, her gray eyes sharp with irritation. She wore a tight tank top and shorts, her athletic curves on display, her mind still burning from Piper’s comment earlier that day. “He’s kinda unassuming,” Piper had said to Percy during a strategy meeting, her tone teasing but careless. Annabeth hadn’t let it go—nobody called her boyfriend unassuming, not when she knew exactly what Percy was capable of.
Percy sprawled on his bunk, shirtless, his swim trunks low, showing off his tanned, muscled body. His green eyes flicked to Annabeth, catching her mood. “You’re still mad about what Piper said?” he asked, grinning. “It’s not a big deal, Wise Girl.”
“Oh, it’s a big deal,” Annabeth said, her voice low and dangerous. She crossed her arms, her eyes glinting with a plan. “Piper thinks you’re just some chill guy? I’m gonna show her how wrong she is.” She smirked, and Percy’s grin widened—he loved when Annabeth got bossy, her take-charge vibe always a turn-on.
Before Percy could respond, the cabin door opened, and Piper McLean stepped in, her choppy brown hair framing her face, her kaleidoscope eyes curious. She wore a cropped top and a short skirt, her curvy figure catching the dim cabin light. “You guys wanted to talk?” she said, her voice light, but she froze when she saw Annabeth’s expression, all fire and control.
“Piper,” Annabeth said, stepping closer, her tone sharp but sultry. “You called Percy unassuming. Big mistake.” She grabbed Piper’s wrist, pulling her into the cabin and locking the door. Piper’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away, her breath hitching as Annabeth’s intensity hit her. “You’re gonna see exactly what he’s got, and I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”
Percy raised an eyebrow, leaning back on his elbows, clearly intrigued. “Uh, Annabeth, you sure about this?” he asked, but his voice was rough, his eyes already dark with interest. Annabeth shot him a look, and he shut up, his grin turning hungry. “Okay, bossy Annabeth is hot. I’m in.”
Piper swallowed, her charmspeak instincts kicking in, but Annabeth was too sharp, cutting her off. “Don’t even try it,” Annabeth said, pushing Piper against the wall, her hands pinning Piper’s shoulders. “You’re not talking your way out of this one, McLean. You’re gonna learn what Percy can do, and I’m calling the shots.”
Piper’s cheeks flushed, her body responding despite herself, Annabeth’s dominance and the heat in the room making her dizzy. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, but her voice was shaky, her eyes flicking to Percy, who was watching with a mix of confusion and arousal. Annabeth didn’t let her finish, kissing her hard, her lips demanding, her hands sliding under Piper’s top, pushing it up to reveal her bra.
“Strip,” Annabeth ordered, stepping back, her eyes burning. Piper hesitated, but the command in Annabeth’s voice, paired with the way Percy was looking at her, all curiosity and want, made her obey. She peeled off her top and skirt, leaving her in black lace underwear, her curves soft and inviting. Percy groaned softly, shifting on the bunk, his trunks already tight.
Annabeth smirked, pulling her own tank top off, her bra hitting the floor next, her breasts firm and perfect. “Your turn, Seaweed Brain,” she said, and Percy didn’t need telling twice, kicking off his trunks to reveal his cock—thick, long, and definitely not unassuming. Piper’s eyes widened, her breath catching, and Annabeth laughed, low and wicked. “Told you,” she said, grabbing Piper’s hand and pulling her to the bunk.
Annabeth pushed Piper onto her knees in front of Percy, who was now sitting up, his green eyes locked on the scene. “Show her what you’ve got,” Annabeth said, her hand tangling in Piper’s hair, guiding her toward Percy’s cock. Piper hesitated, then leaned in, her lips wrapping around him, taking him slow at first, her tongue teasing the tip. Percy groaned, his head tipping back, his hands gripping the bunk. “Fuck, Piper,” he muttered, and Annabeth’s smirk grew.
“Good girl,” Annabeth said, her voice dripping with control as she pushed Piper’s head down, making her take more. Piper moaned, the vibration sending a jolt through Percy, and Annabeth stripped off her own shorts and panties, climbing onto the bunk beside Percy. She kissed him hard, her tongue claiming his mouth, her hands roaming his chest as Piper worked him below.
Annabeth pulled Piper up, kissing her again, tasting Percy on her lips. “You’re not done,” she said, pushing Piper onto the bunk on all fours, her ass up, her underwear yanked down. Annabeth nodded to Percy, who moved behind Piper, his hands gripping her hips. “Show her, Percy,” Annabeth said, her voice sharp. “Wreck her.”
Percy didn’t hesitate, lining up and thrusting into Piper hard, his size making her gasp, her body rocking forward. “Gods,” Piper moaned, her voice breaking, her hands fisting the sheets as Percy set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into her, his cock stretching her. Annabeth knelt in front of Piper, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up, kissing her messy and deep, swallowing her moans.
“You like that?” Annabeth asked, her voice taunting, her fingers sliding down to rub Piper’s clit, making her cry out. “Not so unassuming now, is he?” Piper shook her head, her body trembling, overwhelmed by Percy’s relentless thrusts and Annabeth’s touch. Annabeth’s other hand pinched Piper’s nipples, the sharp sting pushing her closer to the edge.
Percy groaned, his pace faltering as Piper’s tightness drove him wild. “Fuck, she’s good,” he said, his voice rough, and Annabeth grinned, loving the control, the way she’d turned Piper’s words against her. She climbed under Piper, spreading her legs, guiding Piper’s head down to her pussy. “Eat me,” Annabeth ordered, and Piper obeyed, her tongue diving in, licking desperately as Percy fucked her from behind.
The cabin was filled with moans, the creak of the bunk, the wet sounds of sex. Annabeth came first, her orgasm hitting as Piper’s tongue worked her over, her body shaking as she gripped Piper’s hair. Piper followed, her moans muffled against Annabeth as Percy’s thrusts and Annabeth’s fingers pushed her over the edge, her body clenching around him. Percy groaned, thrusting deep and spilling inside her, his size making it messy, intense.
They collapsed, panting, Annabeth’s smirk triumphant as she pulled Piper close, kissing her softly now. “Don’t ever call him unassuming again,” she said, her voice teasing but firm. Piper, flushed and wrecked, just nodded, her eyes glassy.
Percy laughed, catching his breath, pulling Annabeth into his arms. “You’re scary when you’re bossy,” he said, kissing her neck. “But I’m not complaining.”
“Good,” Annabeth said, and Piper managed a weak smile, knowing she’d never underestimate Percy—or Annabeth—again.
Chapter 16: Percy x Jason x Leo x Nico x Will
Summary:
The boys have a night out inside percy's cabin
Chapter Text
Cabin 3 smelled of saltwater and cedar, the dim glow of fairy lights strung across the ceiling casting a warm haze over the cluttered space. The boys’ night had started innocently enough—empty pizza boxes and half-drunk bottles of stolen mortal tequila and nectar-laced soda littered the floor, the remnants of a card game abandoned on a table. The five demigods were sprawled across Percy’s bunk and the floor, the air thick with laughter, booze, and a growing undercurrent of tension. Percy Jackson, shirtless in low-slung sweatpants, leaned against the wall, his sea-green eyes glinting with a reckless edge. Jason Grace, his Camp Jupiter t-shirt rumpled, sat on the edge of the bunk, his blonde hair messy, his usual Roman composure fraying. Will Solace, golden and loose-limbed, sprawled across a beanbag, his camp tank top riding up to show a sliver of toned abs. Nico di Angelo, in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, perched on a chair, his dark eyes sharp and hungry. Leo Valdez, fiddling with a tiny mechanical toy, grinned like he was planning chaos, his cargo shorts sagging, his shirt already discarded.
“Yo, Jackson, you got any more of that tequila?” Leo asked, tossing his toy aside and stretching, his lean frame catching the light.
Percy smirked, grabbing a bottle from a shelf and tossing it to Leo. “Last one, Valdez. Don’t waste it.”
Leo caught it, taking a swig and passing it to Nico, who raised an eyebrow but drank, his throat bobbing. “You’re all gonna regret this tomorrow,” Nico muttered, but his smirk said he was already on board for whatever came next.
Jason, his cheeks flushed from the booze, laughed. “Regret’s for losers,” he said, his voice slurring slightly, his blue eyes flicking over Percy’s bare chest, then to Will’s exposed skin. “And I’m not losing tonight.”
Will caught the look, his grin turning sly. “Oh, you’re feeling bold, Grace?” He stood, sauntering over to Jason, his hips swaying just enough to draw every eye. “Let’s see how bold.”
Percy pushed off the wall, his presence filling the room, the air humming with his natural confidence. “Fuck the games,” he said, his voice low, commanding. “Cabin’s locked. Clothes off. Let’s make this night epic.”
The challenge hung in the air, and the room ignited. Leo was first, stripping his shorts and boxers in one go, his cock already half-hard, his grin wicked. “Let’s do this, boys!” he whooped, tossing his clothes into a corner.
Nico followed, shedding his hoodie and jeans, his pale, lean body stark against the cabin’s warm light, his dark eyes locked on Percy. Will tugged his tank top and shorts off, his golden skin glowing, his erection straining against tight briefs before he kicked them away. Jason hesitated, his Roman discipline flickering, but Percy’s gaze pinned him, and he stripped, his chiseled body revealed, his cock hard and ready.
Percy was last, sliding his sweatpants down, his thick, long cock springing free, drawing a low whistle from Leo. “Gods, Jackson,” Leo said, “you’re packing.”
“Shut up and get over here,” Percy said, grabbing Leo by the wrist and pulling him into a rough kiss, their mouths colliding, tongues tangling. Leo moaned, his hands roaming Percy’s chest, fingers digging into muscle. Nico watched, his own hand drifting to his cock, stroking slowly, his eyes burning.
Will moved to Jason, pushing him onto the bunk, straddling his lap. “You’re too tense, Grace,” Will teased, his lips brushing Jason’s ear before kissing him, slow and deep, his hands working Jason’s nipples, making him gasp. Jason’s hands gripped Will’s hips, his cock twitching against Will’s thigh.
Nico, emboldened, crossed to Percy and Leo, slipping between them. He kissed Percy’s neck, his teeth grazing the skin, while his hand slid down to stroke Leo’s cock. Leo groaned into Percy’s mouth, the sensation overwhelming. “Fuck, di Angelo,” Leo muttered, breaking the kiss to pull Nico into one, their lips messy, desperate.
Percy grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand—always ready—and slicked his fingers, pushing Nico face-down onto the bunk beside Jason and Will. “You want this, Nico?” Percy asked, his voice rough, his fingers circling Nico’s hole.
“Yes,” Nico gasped, his hands fisting the sheets, his body arching back. Percy slid a finger in, then two, working him open, Nico’s moans low and needy. Leo watched, stroking himself, his eyes wide as Percy prepped Nico, the sight driving him wild.
Will, still on Jason’s lap, grabbed the lube and slicked Jason’s cock, then his own hole. “Ready for me?” Will asked, his voice teasing but thick with lust. Jason nodded, his breath ragged, and Will sank down, taking him inch by inch, his moan loud and unashamed. Jason groaned, his hands gripping Will’s thighs, thrusting up as Will rode him, their rhythm building fast.
Leo, not one to be left out, moved behind Will, slicking himself and teasing Will’s already-stretched hole. “Room for one more?” Leo asked, his grin devilish. Will nodded, panting, and Leo pushed in alongside Jason, the stretch intense. Will’s cry was sharp, his body trembling, but he rocked back, taking them both, his cock leaking onto Jason’s stomach.
Percy, now three fingers deep in Nico, pulled out and slicked his cock, lining up. “Gonna fuck you now,” he said, his voice a low growl, and he pushed in, slow at first, then deeper, Nico’s moan echoing through the cabin. Percy’s thrusts were hard, relentless, his hands gripping Nico’s hips, the bunk creaking under them.
“Gods, Percy,” Nico gasped, his cock trapped against the sheets, leaking as Percy hit just the right spot. Percy leaned down, biting Nico’s shoulder, his thrusts growing faster, his own moans mixing with Nico’s.
Jason, pinned under Will and Leo, was losing it, his thrusts erratic as Will’s tight heat and Leo’s cock sliding against his drove him wild. “Fuck, Will,” he groaned, his hands bruising Will’s hips. Will’s moans turned to cries, his hand stroking his own cock, chasing release.
Leo, grinning, leaned forward, kissing Will’s neck, his thrusts syncing with Jason’s. “You’re taking us so good,” Leo muttered, his voice strained, his own climax building.
Nico came first, his cry raw, his cum soaking the sheets as Percy fucked him through it, relentless. Percy followed, groaning, thrusting deep as he filled Nico, his body shuddering. They collapsed, Percy pulling Nico against him, kissing his temple, both panting.
Will’s orgasm hit next, his cry loud, his cum splattering Jason’s chest as he clenched around both cocks inside him. Jason groaned, spilling into Will, his thrusts jerky, his face flushed. Leo was last, pulling out to stroke himself, coming across Will’s back with a loud moan, his grin triumphant.
They fell into a sweaty, tangled heap on the bunk, the cabin quiet except for their heavy breathing. Percy laughed, his arm around Nico, his other hand resting on Will’s thigh. “Fuck, that was insane,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Leo, sprawled across Jason’s legs, grinned. “Best cabin party ever. We’re doing this again, right?”
Nico, still catching his breath, smirked. “If I survive you idiots.”
Jason, flushed and spent, looked at Percy, then the others. “Yeah,” he said, his voice soft but certain. “We’re doing this again.”
Will, nestled against Jason, laughed. “Count me in. But someone’s cleaning this bunk.”
The room erupted in laughter, the tension gone, replaced by a raw, easy camaraderie, the night cementing something new among them.
Chapter 17: Hera x Male Reader
Summary:
Hera takes care o Reader's needs
Chapter Text
Hera's temple in Olympus was silent, save for the faint crackle of a golden brazier casting flickering light across marble walls. The queen of the gods stood before you, her presence both commanding and tender, her emerald eyes glowing with a warmth that belied her divine authority. Her flowing robes clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering like starlight, her auburn hair cascading in waves. You’d been summoned—an unassuming mortal, chosen for reasons she hadn’t fully explained, though the way her gaze lingered on you, soft yet hungry, hinted at desires deeper than divine duty.
“You’ve been tense, my dear,” Hera said, her voice a soothing melody, motherly yet laced with a sultry edge. She stepped closer, her sandals whispering against the marble, her scent—jasmine and ambrosia—filling your senses. “Let me ease your burdens.”
You stood frozen, heart pounding, as she reached out, her fingers brushing your cheek, warm and gentle. “Hera, I—” you started, but her touch silenced you, her thumb tracing your lips.
“Shh,” she murmured, her eyes softening, maternal yet burning with intent. “No words. Just let me care for you.” She guided you to a plush chaise draped in silk, urging you to sit, her hands steady but commanding. You obeyed, your body already responding, a tightening in your jeans as her presence overwhelmed you.
Hera knelt before you, her movements graceful, deliberate, her robes pooling around her like liquid starlight. “Such a strong mortal,” she said, her voice a caress, her hands sliding up your thighs, fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans. “But even the strong need tending.” She tugged your jeans and boxers down, freeing your cock, already hard and throbbing under her gaze. Her eyes widened slightly, a pleased hum escaping her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against your skin.
“Gods,” she whispered, her nose brushing the base of your cock, inhaling deeply. “Your scent… so raw, so human.” Her voice was reverent, almost obsessive, as she breathed you in, her fingers trailing lightly along your shaft. “Musky, potent… it’s divine in its own way.” She nuzzled closer, her cheek pressing against you, her lips grazing the sensitive skin, savoring your scent like a sacred offering.
You groaned, your head tipping back, her touch electric. Hera’s fingers wrapped around your cock, soft and warm, her grip gentle but sure, stroking slowly from base to tip. “Relax, my sweet,” she cooed, her motherly tone wrapping around you like a blanket, her hand moving in a steady, soothing rhythm. “Let your queen take care of you.”
Her strokes were deliberate, almost worshipful, her thumb circling the head of your cock, spreading the bead of precum that formed. She smiled, her eyes locked on yours, her regal beauty softened by a nurturing glow. “So responsive,” she murmured, leaning forward to kiss the tip, her lips plush and warm, sending a jolt through your body. “I love how you feel in my hand… so alive.”
She inhaled again, her nose buried against your base, her moan soft but greedy. “This scent,” she said, her voice thick with desire, “it’s intoxicating. Better than ambrosia.” Her tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe up your shaft, tasting you, savoring you. You groaned louder, your hands gripping the chaise, your hips twitching as she teased.
Hera’s lips parted, and she took you into her mouth, slow and deliberate, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down, taking you deeper. Her mouth was warm, wet, and impossibly soft, her movements gentle yet precise, like she was savoring every inch. She hummed, the vibration sending sparks up your spine, her hands still stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, her fingers slick with your precum.
“Fuck, Hera,” you gasped, your voice rough, your hands itching to touch her but held back by her commanding presence. She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of maternal care and raw lust.
“Good boy,” she purred, her voice a soothing balm, her hand never stopping its slow, sensual strokes. “Let it all go. Give it to me.” She leaned in again, her nose pressed against your base, inhaling deeply, her moan muffled as she took you back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat relaxing to accommodate you.
Her head bobbed slowly, her tongue working magic, teasing the underside, swirling around the tip, her hands caressing your balls, her touch gentle but relentless. The scent of your musk seemed to drive her wild, her moans growing louder, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored you. “So perfect,” she murmured between sucks, her voice reverent. “So human, so… mine.”
Your breathing grew ragged, the pleasure building, her soft, motherly attention pushing you closer to the edge. She sensed it, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, a smile curving her lips around your cock. “Come for me, my dear,” she said, her voice a gentle command, her hand stroking faster now, her mouth sucking harder, her tongue relentless. “Let me taste you.”
You couldn’t hold back, the combination of her warm mouth, her soft hands, and her obsessive love for your scent overwhelming you. You groaned, your hips bucking, and she took you deep, her throat swallowing as you came, your cum spilling into her mouth. She moaned, loud and satisfied, her hands milking you through it, her lips never leaving you until you were spent, trembling on the chaise.
Hera pulled back, licking her lips, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. She leaned in, kissing your softening cock gently, nuzzling against you one last time, inhaling deeply. “Such a gift,” she murmured, her voice soft, motherly, but laced with divine possessiveness. She rose, her robes settling around her, and sat beside you, pulling you against her chest, her arms wrapping around you like a protective cocoon.
“You did so well,” she said, stroking your hair, her tone warm, nurturing. “Rest now, my sweet. Hera takes care of her own.”
You leaned into her, your body still buzzing, her scent and touch grounding you. The queen of the gods had claimed you, and gods help you, you’d never felt more cherished—or more hers.
Chapter 18: Nico x Will
Summary:
Nico and Will try BDSM
Chapter Text
Cabin 13 was a sanctuary, tucked away in the woods of Camp Half-Blood, its windows draped with heavy black curtains to keep the world out. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation, the faint glow of candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. Will Solace knelt on a plush rug in the center of the room, his golden skin bare except for a pair of black briefs, his hands clasped behind his back, his head bowed. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, his breathing steady but quick, his body thrumming with nervous excitement. Nico di Angelo stood before him, dressed in a fitted black shirt and leather pants, his dark eyes gleaming with control, his Ghost King aura filling the space with a quiet, commanding weight.
“You ready, Sunshine?” Nico asked, his voice low, smooth, a velvet blade that sent a shiver down Will’s spine. He held a coil of soft black rope in one hand, his other hand tilting Will’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet.
Will’s blue eyes sparkled, a mix of trust and desire. “Yes, sir,” he said, his voice soft but steady, the honorific rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. They’d done this before, their dynamic honed over months of careful exploration—Nico as the dominant, Will as the submissive, their trust absolute. “Green,” Will added, their safeword signal clear, his way of confirming he was all in.
Nico’s lips curved into a rare smile, dark and approving. “Good boy,” he said, his fingers brushing Will’s cheek before stepping back. “Arms up.”
Will obeyed, raising his arms, his muscles flexing under the candlelight. Nico moved with precision, looping the rope around Will’s wrists, his knots tight but comfortable, securing Will’s arms above his head to a sturdy hook in the ceiling. Will’s body stretched, his chest exposed, his briefs tenting as his arousal grew. Nico stepped back, admiring his work, his eyes raking over Will’s form—golden, vulnerable, perfect.
“You look so good like this,” Nico murmured, circling Will like a predator, his fingers trailing lightly across Will’s chest, teasing a nipple, making Will gasp. “All mine to play with.” He picked up a leather flogger from a nearby table, its tails soft but promising, and dragged it across Will’s stomach, the sensation light but electric.
Will’s breath hitched, his body arching slightly, his cock straining against the briefs. “Nico,” he whispered, his voice needy, but he caught himself, correcting, “Sir, please.”
Nico chuckled, low and dark, stepping closer, his lips brushing Will’s ear. “So eager,” he said, his hand sliding down to cup Will through his briefs, squeezing gently. “But you don’t get to decide tonight. I do.” He stepped back, flicking the flogger against Will’s thigh, a light sting that made Will moan, his head tipping back.
“Color?” Nico asked, his voice firm, checking in.
“Green,” Will panted, his eyes half-lidded, his body alive with sensation.
Nico nodded, his focus sharpening. He worked the flogger with skill, landing soft, rhythmic strikes across Will’s thighs, chest, and ass, each one drawing a gasp or moan, Will’s skin flushing pink but never breaking. Nico’s control was absolute, his strikes precise, never pushing past Will’s limits, his eyes watching for every reaction. “You take it so well,” Nico praised, his voice warm, grounding, as he paused to run his hands over Will’s heated skin, soothing the sting.
Will whimpered, his body trembling, his cock leaking through the briefs. “Please, sir,” he begged, his voice raw. “Touch me.”
Nico smirked, setting the flogger aside and grabbing a bottle of lube from the table. He knelt before Will, tugging the briefs down, freeing Will’s cock—hard, flushed, and dripping. “So pretty,” Nico murmured, his fingers wrapping around Will’s shaft, stroking slowly, teasingly. Will moaned, his hips bucking, the ropes holding him in place.
Nico leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at Will’s tip, his moan soft but hungry. “You taste as good as you look,” he said, his lips closing around the head, sucking gently, his tongue swirling. Will’s cry was loud, his body straining against the ropes, his thighs trembling.
“Sir, fuck,” Will gasped, his voice breaking, his head falling back as Nico took him deeper, his mouth warm and wet, his hands steadying Will’s hips. Nico worked him with agonizing slowness, his tongue teasing the underside, his lips sliding up and down, taking Will to the edge but never letting him tip over.
Nico pulled back, licking his lips, his dark eyes locked on Will’s. “Not yet,” he said, standing and grabbing the lube again. He slicked his fingers, circling behind Will, his hand sliding between Will’s cheeks, teasing his hole. “You want this, don’t you?” Nico asked, his voice a low growl, his finger pressing in, slow and deliberate.
“Yes, sir,” Will moaned, his body arching, pushing back against Nico’s finger. “Please, more.”
Nico added a second finger, stretching him, his movements careful but firm, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made Will cry out, his cock twitching untouched. “So tight,” Nico murmured, his free hand stroking Will’s hip, grounding him. “You’re doing so good for me.”
“Green,” Will gasped, his voice desperate, his body trembling as Nico worked him open, adding a third finger, the stretch intense but perfect. Nico kissed Will’s shoulder, his neck, his lips soft against the heated skin, his dominance tempered by care.
When Will was ready, Nico stepped back, stripping his own clothes, revealing his lean, pale body, his cock hard and ready. He slicked himself, positioning behind Will, his hands gripping Will’s hips. “Ready, Sunshine?” he asked, his voice soft but commanding.
“Yes, sir,” Will said, his voice raw, his body aching for it. “Please, fuck me.”
Nico pushed in, slow at first, letting Will adjust, then deeper, filling him completely. Will moaned, loud and unrestrained, the ropes holding him steady as Nico thrust, his pace steady but relentless, each movement hitting that perfect spot. “Fuck, Will,” Nico groaned, his hands bruising Will’s hips, his thrusts growing harder, faster.
Will’s moans filled the cabin, his body shaking, his cock leaking onto the rug below. “Sir, I’m—please, let me come,” he begged, his voice breaking, his body on the edge.
Nico leaned forward, his lips brushing Will’s ear. “Come for me, Will,” he said, his voice a command, his hand reaching around to stroke Will’s cock in time with his thrusts. Will’s cry was raw, his orgasm crashing through him, his cum spilling over Nico’s hand, his body clenching around Nico’s cock.
Nico groaned, his thrusts erratic, and he came, filling Will, his body shuddering against Will’s back. They stayed like that, panting, Nico’s arms wrapping around Will, holding him close as they caught their breath.
Nico carefully untied the ropes, easing Will’s arms down, massaging the slight marks on his wrists. “You okay, Sunshine?” he asked, his voice soft now, all dominance gone, replaced by tender concern.
Will nodded, his smile lazy, satisfied. “Green,” he said, leaning into Nico’s chest, his body still buzzing. “That was… perfect.”
Nico kissed his forehead, pulling him onto the bunk, wrapping them both in a blanket. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his arms tight around Will, their bond stronger than ever.
Chapter 19: Annabeth x Jason
Summary:
Since Hera made Percy forget about Annabeth, she takes revenge on the goddess by defiling her champion, Jason Grace.
Chapter Text
Annabeth Chase paced the floor of cabin 6, her blonde curls loose and wild, gray eyes stormy with fury. Hera had stolen Percy from her—wiped his memories, sent him to Camp Jupiter, left Annabeth with nothing but a hollow ache and a burning need for revenge. She’d spent weeks stewing, her strategist’s mind turning over every way to spit in the goddess’s face. And then it hit her: what better way to get revenge on Hera than to defile her sacred champion, Jason Grace? To take him, fuck him, and let him fill her up, a middle finger to the queen of the gods?
Jason was already there, sitting on her bunk, his Camp Jupiter t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, his blonde hair slightly mussed from the day’s training. He’d come to talk strategy, to help her plan for Percy’s return, but Annabeth had other plans. She stopped pacing, her eyes locking on his, her anger morphing into something hotter, hungrier.
“Annabeth?” Jason asked, his blue eyes cautious, sensing the shift in her. “You okay?”
“No,” she said, her voice sharp, cutting. She stepped closer, her camp t-shirt clinging to her curves, her shorts riding high on her thighs. “I’m not okay, Jason. Hera fucked me over. She took Percy, erased him, and I’m done playing nice.” Her eyes burned, her hands clenching. “You’re her champion, right? Her golden boy. So here’s the deal: I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to breed me. Let’s see how Hera likes that.”
Jason’s breath hitched, his Roman discipline cracking under the weight of her words, her intensity. “Annabeth, that’s—” he started, but she cut him off, straddling his lap in one swift move, her hands gripping his shoulders, her lips inches from his.
“Don’t,” she said, her voice low, dangerous. “Don’t tell me it’s wrong. Don’t tell me you don’t want it.” She ground her hips against him, feeling his cock harden through his jeans, his body betraying his hesitation. “You’re hers, Jason. But tonight, you’re mine.”
Jason’s hands gripped her hips, his resolve crumbling, his eyes darkening with lust. “Fuck, Annabeth,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You’re serious.”
“Dead serious,” she said, kissing him hard, her lips crashing into his, all teeth and fury. He groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding under her shirt, pushing it up and off, revealing her black bra, her breasts firm and perfect. She unhooked it, tossing it aside, her nipples hard in the cool cabin air. Jason’s hands found them, squeezing, his thumbs brushing her nipples, making her moan.
She shoved him back onto the bunk, her hands working his belt, yanking his jeans and boxers down in one go. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, and ready, a worthy champion’s weapon. Annabeth’s eyes gleamed, her spite fueling her hunger. “Not bad, Grace,” she said, her voice a sultry taunt. “Let’s see if you can use it.”
She stripped her shorts and panties, climbing back onto him, her pussy already slick with need. She didn’t wait, guiding his cock to her entrance and sinking down, taking him inch by inch, her moan loud and unashamed as he filled her. “Gods,” she gasped, her hands braced on his chest, her hips rocking. “You’re big.”
Jason groaned, his hands gripping her ass, his hips thrusting up to meet her. “Fuck, Annabeth,” he panted, his Roman control gone, replaced by raw need. “You’re so tight.”
She rode him hard, her anger pouring into every movement, her hips slamming down, the bunk creaking under them. “This is for Hera,” she said, her voice fierce, her nails digging into his shoulders. “For taking him. For fucking with us.” She leaned down, kissing him again, her tongue dominating his, her body claiming him.
Jason’s hands roamed, one sliding between them to rub her clit, making her cry out, her pace faltering. “You want me to breed you?” he asked, his voice hoarse, his own defiance against Hera sparking in his eyes. “Then take it all.”
He flipped them, pinning her beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust deeper, harder, the angle hitting spots that made her see stars. “Yes,” she moaned, her hands clutching his back, leaving red marks. “Fuck me, Jason. Fill me up.”
He obeyed, his thrusts brutal, the sound of skin on skin filling the cabin. Annabeth’s moans grew louder, her body trembling, her spite and lust blending into something explosive. “Harder,” she demanded, and Jason delivered, his cock driving into her, his hand still working her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Annabeth,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, his own climax building. “I’m close.”
“Do it,” she said, her voice raw, her eyes locked on his. “Breed me, Jason. Make it count.”
He groaned, thrusting deep, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her, his body shuddering. Annabeth’s orgasm hit at the same time, her pussy clenching around him, her cry echoing through the cabin as pleasure ripped through her. They collapsed together, panting, sweaty, Jason’s weight a solid comfort against her.
She lay there, her heart racing, her anger sated but not gone. Jason rolled to his side, pulling her against him, his hand resting on her stomach. “You think Hera’s watching?” he asked, his voice low, a hint of a smirk.
Annabeth laughed, sharp and bitter. “I hope so,” she said, her fingers tracing his chest. “Let her choke on it.”
They stayed like that, tangled together, the cabin quiet except for their breathing. Annabeth’s mind flickered to Percy, the ache still there, but this—this act of defiance, this claiming of Hera’s champion—felt like a victory. She’d taken something back, and gods, it felt good.
Chapter 20: Announcement
Summary:
I have some unfortunate news...
Chapter Text
Something came up with my family recently so I will need to stop writing for a while. But keep requests coming, I'll do my best to catch up with them when I return.
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