aniah !!!

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[kawaiiibunniiii]

rip hazel you would have fallen for ai generated videos all of the time

rip leo you would have loved 67 jokes

rip piper you would have adored a03 and tumblr

rip drew you would have loved watching love island

rip nico you would have been a mitski fan

rip travis you would have loved making jokes about being attracted to femboys

[lazer-exe]

I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare

[curlygrrlll]

“i wish i could live in that tv show/movie!!”

do you consider yourself open minded..?

[puddingwonyo]

how i genuinely be looking when anyone says they wanna be in a tv show or get fomo from it 👀👀

[that-house]

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

[lxnarphase]

something something ranting your bsf jabber about the weird set of break ins you've had recently.

sure he's comforting you in his own way but he can't help how his cock twitches at the thought of you Finally catching onto his surprise visits

no cus he's LITERALLY LIKE THIS AS U START TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER IN FRONT OF HIM UUGH HES SO FUCKING WEIRDDDD

cw: stalking, breaking and entering, jabber being a fucking freak, dubcon(?), perverse behavior, idk jabber is ur bsf who is absolutely in love with you but instead of being normal, he likes breaking into ur house and jerking off in ur underwear, cumming in your food, watching you sleep, and drawing hearts on ur window and mirrors using his cum, but reader is also lowkey kinda weird cus they're lowkey into it even before they realize its him

you're literally there at the kitchen table, hands messing up your hair as you start to put the pieces together after weeks and weeks of this shit, on the brink of what feels like insanity.

"i just, i don't get it, jay, they aren't taking anything valuable, they aren't hurting me, they're just...being weird and perverted! i can't tell you how many times i've woken up with my underwear drawer opened and stuff thrown all over the place, and ugh, sometimes they jerk off in my shit and then just throw it on the pillow next to me!"

his leg starts to jump up and down, his head resting on his hand as he stares as you unblinkingly, nodding as he listens to you go on. "mmm, crazy shit, maybe they don' gotta steal anything that's expensive, maybe it's somethin' else they're after, babe."

with another groan, you wipe your hands down your face. "i just don't get it! they always know when i'm home, when i'm gone, everything, it's like they learned everything about me over several years! hell, they went into my kitchen and knew what my favorite fucking ice cream was, jay, but i was not eating that shit, who knows what they did to it!"

the movement of his leg is getting worse, his eyes getting wider as a manic grin breaks out on his face. you don't notice it as you try to think, your head still in your hands as you struggle to understand why someone would want to do this, torment you like this.

"that's teeeerrible" he says, drawing out the word as he tries his hardest not to break out into giggles. "this guy really must be crazy into you to spend all that time doin' shit like this, huh? breaking in, learning your schedule, going through your underwear like a pervert, drawing hearts with his cum on your mirrors, putting gifts around, ..."

you sigh, nodding in agreement. "literally, jabbs! i just don't under....stand...."

...you realize something.

and he knows you noticed, drool dripping down his chin as he trembles, his cock throbbing so fucking hard in his pants as it soaks his boxers with precum. he doesn't think he's ever been this fucking hard, this fucking close to cumming untouched, he just needs you to say it, to fucking confirm that you know.

"jay...i never said anything about the mirror."

you get to see it all happen, his eyes fluttering back before he's hunching over the table, strangled mix of a whimper, groan, and laugh escaping him after a pathetic little 'f-fuck, m' cumming' falls from his lips.

he's expecting you to look at him in disgust, in horror, something, and either way, he knows he'll still be twitching from you looking down at him. but if anything, you just look...shocked, surprised, and yeah, still kinda grossed out...but you aren't angry...?

"what the fuck is wrong with you, jay, that's so gross, on my mirrors?! uugh, you know how many times i had to clean that shit up? you could've at least did it on something else!"

"h-hahahaaa...i-i've never been more turned on in my life, i think my dick is gonna explode, so s-stop fuckin' talking...please."

"you're so fucking weird, dude. you could just be normal and ask, you know..freak..."

"m-mphmhahaaa, 'm cumming againnnn..."

"eugh...gross, jay."

[aniahvol3]

this is disgusting... it's also my fav jabber fic ever it makes me hungryyyyy 🤤🤤🤤

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

I like that Supergirl says it’s okay to kill someone’s abuser so long as you don’t let the thirteen year old do it and I like that Supergirl says vengeance will not solve things but neither will allowing a cycle of violence to continue

[catbayunthestoryteller]

And I like how Supergirl addresses the real issues and lets the girls be messy instead of "teaching her a lesson" that she needs to be nicer. She is not nice but she is kind!

[dizzyangel777]

Guys. I am asking the fanfiction writers. PLEASE start writing more Leo Valdez x reader stories OR headcanons idc. Maybe I’m just obsessed but I feel like I’ve read every single one of them on this app. I am considering to write some too

Also not only Leo but the whole “how the pjo/hoo boys would..” headcanons are so fire too holy moly

[exorcismpersonified-deactivated]

reblog to tell your mutual you’re proud of them and it’ll all work out

[larajeansongcoveyenthusiast]

back online just to say happy birthday to my glorious sexy smart intelligent gorgeous hot amazing beautiful respectable pulchritudinous “no i’m a leo you’re a percy” goat THE leonidas samuel valdez

[fbfh]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEO VALDEZ <3333333 guess what?? no matter how many years you wake Leo up by absolutely smothering him in kisses both as soon as the clock strikes midnight and his birthday officially begins, and again in the morning to wake him up, AND again that night before falling asleep, he still blushes and giggles every single time. it's his favorite tradition. he looks forward to that more than the goddamn cake.

[efferescentme]

KALEIDOSCOPE DREAMS

Pairing: Jabber Wonger x Reader (2nd POV)

Word Count: 11.3k

Synopsis: What first was a mission turned into a frisky drug-induced session.

Warnings/Tags/Notes: getting high, toxins, drugs, grinding, making out, MDNI, reader has a vital instrument, i think thats it,

Inspirations:

- 🎶 Addiction: Doja Cat

- 🎶 So High: Doja Cat

- 🎶 Sativa: Jhene Aiko

- 🎶 Wake Up in the Sky: Gucci Mane

- 🎶 Illegal: PinkPantheress

- 🎶 Get You: Daniel Caesar

- 🎶 Luxurious: Gwen Stefani

“The commune will be located far East, farther than any of us have been before. They also appear to be neutral towards outsiders, but that isn’t to say they won’t fight if a threat appears. That was what I heard most recently. Whether she is there or not, you aren't to come back until you get what I have asked for. If all fails, you will know when to return.”

“Yes, boss,” Cthoni understood, waiting patiently until all orders were given.

“The girl you are looking for may or may not be an easy target. It all depends if she's present in the commune. Either way, it is noted she lives in a circular tent with a strong smell of chemicals,” Zodyl paused with his instructions, seeing a small glare of metal in the dark.

He ignored it, already sensing what was about to happen so he held up a bag of coins and passed it to Cthoni. “We need vials of her toxins, the more the better. The more potent, the better. Bribe her if you have to-”

“You talking about toxins, boss?” Jabber lazily stepped into the conversation. The looks he received were more than unamused. “I'm the best guy in town for this mission.”

“Jabber,” Zodyl acknowledged, “This is not your mission. Don't ask it to be yours.”

“I'm not asking.” Jabber grinned. “I'm offering an explanation as to why it should be mine.” He pointed at Cthoni, “What I’m talking about is if you send her, she'll come back with exactly what you asked for. One bag of toxins. Mission complete. Everybody's happy.”

“That's generally the objective of a mission,” Cthoni replied.

“Yeah, but where's the ambition?”

“There doesn't need to be ambition,” Zodyl intercepted, “It just needs to be done.”

“Boss, listen to this.” Jabber threw his hands up dramatically. “You're sending the least curious person alive to meet some mystery poison girl in the middle of nowhere.”

“She is reliable,” Zodyl said.

“Exactly. Reliable.” Jabber nodded enthusiastically. “Reliable enough to bring back the toxins. Me?” He jabbed a thumb into his chest. “I'd bring back toxins, recipes, samples, notes, trade secrets, weird rumors, and probably a new disease.”

“You are not helping your case.”

“I think I'm helping it perfectly.”

Cthoni crossed her arms, finding fault in Jabber’s plea, “That’s if you're assuming she'll cooperate with you.”

“Everybody cooperates with me eventually,” Jabber shrugged with an innocent smile on his face. The only reason why many cooperated with him was for the sole reason that he poisoned them, but that’s the least of their worries.

Zodyl merely sighed, not budging to switch the mission to Jabber; however, Jabber immediately seized the opening.

“Boss, this girl works with chemicals. Poisons. Toxins. That's my language.” His grin sharpened. “You want somebody who can recognize what she's carrying. Somebody who knows what questions to ask. Somebody who can tell the difference between something dangerous and something priceless.”

He leaned forward, pointing toward the blue-haired woman, “You send Cthoni, you get what you asked for. You send me, and you get what you didn't know to ask for.”

Cthoni looked unimpressed, irritated by the fact that Jabber still wasn’t letting up with his plea. All while Jabber looked incredibly pleased with himself.

Zodyl stared at him for several long seconds, mentally going through all the things that could go right or wrong. “…And what makes you think she won't poison you?”

Jabber's grin relaxed, “Boss. I'd take that as a compliment.”

Zodyl stared at Jabber in silence all while he stared back with the excited energy of a dog waiting for a treat. The silence stretched for what seemed to be a long time, but Cthoni already knew that look on Zodyl's unexpressive face. It was the look Zodyl wore whenever he was weighing the benefits of a decision against the headache it would inevitably cause him.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Jabber occasionally won those calculations.

"...Fine. The mission is yours," Zodyl confirmed.

The grin that split across Jabber's face was immediate and terrifying, "Seriously?"

"Don't make me reconsider."

"Boss, you're making the smartest decision you've made all week!" Jabber was already moving before the sentence finished. "I’ll do it and I’ll do it real good!" he called over his shoulder before he was gone into the darkness of the hideout to prepare for the mission.

Cthoni stood motionless for a moment, visibly annoyed. "He manipulated that entire conversation. And you rewarded him."

"Unfortunately, yes."

She let out a slow breath through her nose. Without another word, she turned to leave.

"Cthoni." She stopped at hearing her name being called once more. Zodyl's gaze lifted from the static TV in front of him just for a moment. "One more thing. Transport him there and then come back."

Cthoni raised an eyebrow at the order. "What about Jabber?"

"He can find his own way home."

For the first time since the conversation began, the irritation left her face.

"Understood."

Zodyl returned his attention to the screen in front of him, already going back to plotting theories in his mind. After a moment, Cthoni headed for the exit. Neither of them voiced the obvious truth. Getting Jabber to the commune was important. Getting Jabber back from the commune was Jabber's problem.

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Cthoni dropped Jabber off within a reasonable distance from the camp and said nothing before she fell back into her manhole, the cover closing with a whorl effect before it disappeared. Quite frankly, Jabber couldn’t care less about being left there alone. All he cared about was the possible experimentation with these toxins, the retrieval of them, and of course, perhaps a little action in the mix.

A little action of what? Guess that will be a surprise for him.

The walk was rather short and hearing the noises made from the group didn't worry him that much. He heard what Zodyl said about their attitude toward outsiders or randoms. They were indifferent.

But Jabber was different. He wasn't some peace loving traveler who had things to exchange. He's a Raider. He hurt people if necessary. There was nothing kind about him.

Just before he stepped foot into the grounds, he discarded the cloak that was given to him behind a rock, the dark cloth blending in with the beginning of the night. To him, there was no point in concealing his identity if he was going to meet face to face with this person. If anything, the cloak made him look even more suspicious than he already did.

Once he stepped foot into the camp, he took note of the atmosphere. People were outside with each other, eating, talking, or simply enjoying each other's presence. What made him raise a brow were the individuals who stumbled around camp with a foggy look on their face.

They mumbled things under their breath and constantly found themselves into a fit of laughter. There were even those who laid on the floor, staring into nothingness as they found the autonomy in their bodies once more.

Jabber knew this wasn't any normal human behavior. He'd seen it before on his victims who were too high and deranged to comprehend a simple thought, and it made him curious as to what he might encounter.

Still, as he walked, he wasn't greeted with fright. He got some stares here and there, some recognizing what he was affiliated with based on his clothes, yet still made no move to alarm whoever was in charge of his group. Others paid no mind, sparing a glance before continuing on with their business.

As another dazed-looking individual wandered past, Jabber reached out and caught him by the wrist. The man stopped immediately. For a moment, he simply stared at Jabber with glassy eyes and an unfocused smile.

"You know where I can find a girl who works with toxins?" Jabber asked.

The stranger blinked once as he processed the question and a grin slowly stretched across his face. "Oh yeah,” His answer came with a laugh that seemed far too amused for such a simple question. "Oh yeah, I know her."

Jabber's interest sharpened. The man leaned closer as if sharing a secret. "She'll mess you up good." Another burst of laughter escaped him then he pointed toward the far edge of the commune. "There."

Jabber's eyes followed the direction. Near the outskirts sat a large circular tent separated from most of the others. Unlike the communal atmosphere surrounding the camp, nobody lingered near it. There was an empty stretch of ground around the structure as though people had collectively agreed to keep their distance.

Even from where he stood, Jabber could see various objects hanging from ropes outside. Glass bottles. Bundles of dried plants. Wind chimes made from bones. The sight alone would've been enough to draw his attention. Slowly, the smell hit him. A mixture of herbs, smoke, chemicals, and something sharp enough to sting his nose.

Jabber's grin widened immediately, "Oh, now we're talking."

The stranger laughed again, "Good luck."

Jabber released him and continued toward the tent. As he approached, he noticed something else. Several people sat outside the perimeter. They weren't guards, so he assumed they were patients. One woman was giggling uncontrollably while staring at her own hands. Another man sat with his eyes closed, humming to himself. A third looked perfectly normal until he suddenly burst into tears before immediately apologizing to nobody in particular.

Jabber was fascinated. Whoever lived here wasn't simply making toxins. She was experimenting on people. Or they were volunteering. Either way, he approved.

By the time he reached the entrance, his excitement had nearly become impossible to contain. The tent flap was partially open. Inside, faint light flickered against the fabric walls. Glass clinked together. Something bubbled and above all, someone was moving around.

Jabber didn't bother announcing himself with a knock or didn't bother considering whether entering uninvited was a bad idea. He pulled the flap aside and stepped in.

"Hey!" he called cheerfully, "I heard you're the local expert on making people have a really terrible time."

The bubbling abruptly stopped. For a brief second, the tent became completely silent. Jabber's grin only grew wider. "Oh good,” He spread his arms. "You're exactly who I'm looking for."

Very slowly did you turn your head at the sound of his voice. “Who are you and why are you here?” You questioned.

Words were caught in Jabber’s mouth because truthfully, he hadn't been expecting you. What he expected was a crazy freak of a scientist, with hair running white and burn marks from failed experiments. The reports hadn't mentioned that the mysterious toxin-maker was attractive.

His brain promptly derailed, "...Huh." Jabber blinked once before remembering he was supposed to be speaking. "Oh right. Name's Jabber," His grin returned immediately, "I'm here because my boss wants toxins. Lots of toxins. You know, I had this whole speech planned," He pointed at you, "And then you ruined it."

"...Ruined it?"

"Yeah," he nodded matter-of-factly. "I was gonna walk in here all professional-like. Ask intelligent questions. Gather information. Then you turned around." The look you gave him suggested he was already testing your patience. Fortunately for him, Jabber seemed completely immune to warning signs. "So," He clapped his hands together, "Toxins."

His eyes immediately wandered toward a nearby shelf and he gained another interest. He saw rows of glass bottles lined the walls, colored liquids, powders, dried plants, and things floating in jars. With this new fascination, Jabber walked right past you.

"Oh, this is beautiful." The original mission vanished from his mind for several seconds. He picked up a bottle before you could stop him. "What does this do?"

"Put that down."

"What does it do?" He repeated.

"It isn't for drinking."

Jabber looked delighted, "That didn't answer the question."

You took the bottle from his hands, irritated by how handsy he was. "It causes temporary paralysis," you scowled at him.

His eyes lit up. Temporary paralysis sounded amazing. He already started imagining what he could do with that in a fight. "That's awesome."

"It's not awesome,” You placed the bottle back onto the shelf.

Jabber immediately moved toward another one, "What about this?"

"Hallucinations."

His grin widened, bordering on the edge of a rush of excitement. He pointed to small bottle of grey powder. "And that?"

"Memory distortion."

"And that?" He pointed to a jar of liquid with a tint of yellow.

"Muscle spasms."

"And that one?"

You narrowed your eyes, not enjoying the bombardment of questions about the things you created. Crossing your arms, you asked, "Are you here to buy toxins or admire them?"

"Both!"

He wasn't even embarrassed. Jabber wandered deeper into the tent. Every few seconds something else caught his attention. A bubbling flask. A strange plant hanging from the ceiling. A collection of labeled powders. At one point he crouched beside a table and stared at a vial as if it contained the secrets of the universe.

"This place is incredible,” he tapped the glass, watching the liquid sway from side to side from his movement. "Those people outside looked pretty happy."

"They were high."

"Exactly."

You gave him an unimpressed look over while Jabber stared back just gave a mere shrug with a smile. The realization slowly appeared on his face. His head tilted, "Wait."

You immediately disliked that tone.

"Are those drugs?" Your silence was a big enough answer. His grin became almost predatory, "Oh, that's why everybody looked like that."

You sighed, explaining why he had seen some in such a wicked state outside, "Some are medicinal. Some aren't."

Jabber looked excited. His original mission was now hanging by a thread. He stepped closer to your workbench, trying to read all the faded labels on containers, "What kind? Hallucinogens? Relaxants?"

"Some of them."

"Euphoria?"

You hesitated with that answer. The look on his face made it seem like he struck a hold mine. "Oh, you've got euphoria."

You folded your arms, "And what exactly is your interest in that?"

Jabber looked offended by the question. "My interest?" He gestured wildly around the tent. "You have an entire laboratory full of chemicals that make people see things, forget things, feel things, stop feeling things, or temporarily become furniture. Why wouldn't I be interested?"

You found yourself studying him more carefully. Most people approached toxins with caution. Jabber approached them with enthusiasm, a dangerous enthusiasm, which was notably the worst kind.

"So you're a user?" you asked.

"A connoisseur."

"That's not the same thing,” you shook your head.

"It sounds cooler."

You couldn't argue with that logic because there wasn't any. Jabber leaned against the table. You already knew you weren't going to like whatever came next.

“So,” He pointed toward one of the unlabeled bottles. "Which one gets me the highest?"

Your stare was long, unamused and extremely judgmental. Jabber didn't seem to care and waited patiently for his answer.

"Let me get this straight,” you started first, crossing your arms, “...You came all this way for toxins. And now you want drugs? And your priorities changed in less than five minutes?”

Jabber considered that for a moment, one hand coming up to his chin as though the accusation deserved genuine thought. "To be fair," he said finally, "your priorities would change too if you were this charming."

The confidence with which he delivered the statement suggested he believed it completely. Unfortunately, he probably did. You rubbed at your temple.

Across from you, Jabber had already lost interest in the conversation. His attention had drifted elsewhere, latching onto every bottle, tool, and strange piece of equipment scattered throughout the tent.

The interior wasn't large, but it felt endless.

Shelves curved around the canvas walls in a slow spiral, winding inward toward the center. Drying herbs hung from cords overhead. Glass containers caught the lantern light, turning the entire space into a maze of colored reflections. Some held powders. Some held liquids. Some contained things that were probably better left unidentified.

Jabber wandered deeper without permission. Not that he seemed like the kind of person who waited for permission either way. His fingers hovered over everything.

"What's this? And this? And this?"

You ignored his questions at this point, but paused once he waited for an answer. You glanced over and saw he pointed to a jar with suspiciously green liquid and some sort of matter inside. "A very expensive mistake."

"You're funny!” Jabber laughed and continued walking.

The further he followed the curve of the tent, the more obvious the layout became. Everything spiraled inward. Workbenches became smaller. Shelving gave way to storage crates. The smell of chemicals softened beneath traces of dried flowers and old blankets.

Finally, he reached the center. Unlike the rest of the tent, there was almost nothing there. Just a woven mat spread across the floor, a pile of blankets and a couple of neat pillows. There was also a lantern with a few books stacked haphazardly beside them.

Jabber stared before he slowly turned his head toward you.

"...Is this where you sleep?"

“Why would it matter to you where I sleep or don't?”

He crouched beside the mat, shamelessly inspecting every inch of your personal space as though he were conducting an official investigation.

"You actually sleep here? You just curl up right there? Do you wrap yourself in all of these? Do you make little toxin goblin noises while you sleep?"

You closed your eyes for a moment of peace. For a brief, beautiful moment, you imagined poisoning him. Not lethally, of course. Not yet, at least. When you opened your eyes again, Jabber had somehow moved even closer to the sleeping area.

"Do you have guests?"

You thought about his question. In many aspects, yes, you did have guests. But not in that aspect where you wanted someone on a lonely night. In fact, you were never the one who invited people. Instead, they came to you in hopes that your skills will help them. You didn’t give him an answer.

Jabber waited a beat when you failed to answer, "...I'll take that as a maybe." He shrugged, abandoning the question as quickly as he'd asked it.

His attention drifted back toward you instead. Only now, without another shelf of chemicals demanding his attention, did he properly look at you. You didn't resemble the image he'd built in his head at all. Your clothes were simple. Worn from use rather than neglect. There wasn't a single unnecessary decoration on them. Even the center of your tent reflected the same philosophy. A woven mat. Blankets. A lantern. Books.

All of it was minimal, yet somehow none of it made you look plain.

"...You’re weird," Jabber muttered to himself. “I figured somebody living in a chemistry cave would look..." He waved a hand around vaguely. "...more exploded."

"...Exploded?"

"Yeah. Ya know, like burn marks. Missing eyebrows. Crazy hair. Instead you're just..." His words trailed off while he looked you over one last time. "...fairly pretty." The compliment came so casually that it almost sounded accidental. Jabber tilted his head in thought the more he looked over you. "You'd look good in Raider clothes."

You weren't entirely sure how to respond to that. "...I don't think that's a compliment."

"Take it how you want." He shrugged once, apparently satisfied with his own logic before his attention wandered yet again. "Actually..." His eyes narrowed, "...Are you even a Giver?"

You frowned at his accusation, "What?"

"A Vital Instrument." His gaze swept over you again with surprising focus. "You've got one, right?" His eyes stopped. There attached against your hip rested a strange object that hadn't left your side since he'd entered the tent. It resembled an old brass kaleidoscope. The moment his eyes settled on it, your hand instinctively covered it.

Jabber noticed immediately. "...Oho,” He practically licked his lips and rubbed his hands together, "That's definitely it. So what does it do?"

For several seconds you simply watched him. He'd already touched half your laboratory without permission. The last thing you wanted was his hands anywhere near your Vital Instrument.

"It isn't something for you to handle."

"So it does something?"

"...Well, yes. That’s the point of a vital instrument, right?"

"Right right.” He waved a hand, “So what does it do?"

You hesitated before deciding a vague explanation couldn't hurt. "If someone looks at the lens, their senses begin to distort. Their vision fractures. Colors multiply. Patterns repeat endlessly. It's basically looking through a kaleidoscope. They become delirious only when it’s activated."

His eyes immediately lit with recognition, a recent sight replaying in his mind. "The people outside looked completely gone." He laughed to himself as he connected the dots, "That was you!"

You gave a small nod, "They asked for it. It's my responsibility here." Your gaze drifted toward the entrance of the tent. "Some come because they're in pain. Some because they need medicine. And some..." you sighed quietly. "...simply wish to escape themselves for a while."

Jabber looked toward the tent flap. He remembered the laughter outside. The glassy eyes. The people staring into nothing. Suddenly the entire commune made sense. Nobody here was forcing anyone. People stayed because they wanted to. And at the center of it all, was you. Between your powders, your plants, your concoctions, and your Vital Instrument, you were the one capable of giving them exactly what they came for.

"...That's amazing. Your entire job is making people lose their minds."

"I wouldn't phrase it like that,” you murmured.

"I would." He looked genuinely impressed. "So..." His hands clapped together. "Can I try some?"

You back tracked at his question. Just seconds ago he was making fun of your sleeping space. Now, he wanted to ingest your drugs? "...What?"

"Some powders. Maybe one liquid." He pointed to the different things in front of him, “Ooh, definitely whatever's bubbling over there." His eyes landed on another shelf. “And that. And—"

"No." The answer came instantly.

Jabber looked offended, "You didn't even think about it."

"I don't need to because I don't know how much of anything your body could safely tolerate."

"It'll be fine!"

"No, it won't." You stepped between him and the shelves before he decided to help himself. "None of these are recreational in the way you seem to think they are. They're carefully measured. The wrong dose could stop your breathing. Or your heart. Or poison you before it possibly can be reversed."

Jabber's look of excitement never faded. "...Yeah?"

Your expression flattened, "...That doesn't concern you?"

"Not really. I've got a pretty good track record for this stuff."

You folded your arms, "...Meaning?"

Jabber scratched the back of his neck as though what he was about to admit wasn't unusual in the slightest. "I test my poisons on myself. It's all part of my power. If I make a new toxin, I inject it. Gotta know what it feels like!"

You searched his face for any hint that he was joking. There wasn't one.

"If I know exactly how it affects me..." he continued cheerfully, "then I know exactly how it'll affect everybody else."

Of all the people who handled toxins, there bound to be a reckless and irresponsible individual. And there was whatever was standing in front of you smiling like he'd just explained his favorite hobby. For the first time since he'd barged into your tent, you found yourself completely speechless.

Jabber took your silence as encouragement. "So..." He pointed excitedly toward another bottle, "...Can I try that one now?"

You considered it. The moment he'd walked into your tent. The endless questions. His fascination with every bottle he could find. The way he'd wandered through your workspace as though he'd been invited. Even his explanation, that he willingly injected his own toxins simply to understand them better.

It was reckless and idiotic. Most importantly, dangerously irresponsible. It was also the most honest thing he'd said since arriving. For the briefest moment, you almost entertained the idea.

"No."

Jabber sighed dramatically.

"I'll pack what you came here for."

You turned away before he could protest again, moving toward one of the workbenches lining the wall. Empty glass vials rested inside a wooden box beneath the counter, and you reached for them without another word.

Behind you, the tent fell quiet. Way too quiet. You should have known that meant trouble. A pair of hands planted themselves on either side of the workbench with a dull thunk. Your breath paused temporarily.

Jabber had somehow crossed the distance without making a sound. His arms boxed you in, resting against the table instead of touching you, while his chest hovered close enough behind you that you could feel his body heat.

"You move fast," you said flatly.

"I've been told."

"You've also been told 'no.'"

"I heard it." His smirk was audible. "I just didn't like it."

You exhaled through your nose. "...Move." You turned your head enough to glare at him over your shoulder. Instead of looking embarrassed, he looked fascinated.

"So..." His eyes drifted across the shelves again. "You've got antidotes. The reversal toxin. I see it.” He nodded toward several carefully labeled bottles. "The one that cancels out everything else."

Your expression betrayed you for the briefest second.

Jabber laughed, "I knew it! You'd have to be crazy to make all of this without an emergency cure."

"It's not for people being careless."

"No?" He tilted his head innocently, peering into your eyes as he leaned closer.

"It's for accidents."

"Hm,” He hummed thoughtfully, "Same difference. That changes everything now. Before, trying your stuff sounded fun." A quiet laugh escaped him. "But knowing you've got something that can pull me back out?" His eyes gleamed with genuine excitement. "Now it sounds incredible."

He looked around the laboratory again with the same wonder someone else might reserve for a treasure vault. "Do you have any idea how jealous I am?" He gestured toward the shelves with one hand before planting it back against the desk.

"This..." His voice almost softened, "...this is a playground." His eyes bounced from bottle to bottle. “Poisons. Hallucinogens. Paralytics. Memory distortions. Euphoria." He laughed under his breath. "And you're lucky enough to work with all of it every single day."

You had never heard anyone describe your laboratory with envy. Most people found it unsettling. Some feared it. Others tolerated it because they needed your medicine. Jabber looked like he'd stumbled into paradise.

"You know what excites me?" he continued, "The fact that you don't just know what these do." His gaze settled on you. "You've experienced them. You have, haven't you? You wouldn't trust a reversal toxin unless you'd tested it."

"...Some things require firsthand knowledge,” you confessed.

"I knew it,” He actually sounded delighted. His smile became almost impossibly wide. "See?" He tilted his head. "You get it. You experiment. So do I." His eyes held yours. "The only difference...is you've got an entire kingdom to play in."

"So..." His voice dropped into something almost conspiratorial. "Let me see what all the excitement's about. I don't want your toxins. I want your high. What do you say?"

The words lingered in the air between you.

Your heartbeat quickened, not because of the request itself, but because of the look in his eyes. There wasn't a trace of fear. Only curiosity. Pure, insatiable curiosity. As though whatever experience waited for him was worth any price.

Your hands slowed over the empty glass vials. One by one, the conversation replayed itself. His fascination hadn't wavered once since entering your tent. Every bottle, every powder, every failed experiment, he'd looked at them with the same childlike wonder someone else might reserve for priceless treasures.

He wasn't chasing a thrill. He was chasing understanding. That, somehow, made him even more dangerous.

"...Just a little," you murmured.

Jabber's grin spread immediately, "I knew you'd come around."

You turned toward the shelves, carefully selecting a handful of bottles whose labels only you understood. Each one was measured, documented, and dangerous in ways no outsider could appreciate. Behind you came the unmistakable clink of glass. Your shoulders tensed.

"...Jabber."

"Hm?"

You looked over your shoulder just in time to see him reaching for another vial, silver rings tapping lightly against the bottle as he lifted it toward the lantern. Your stomach dropped, "Put that down.”

He examined the liquid with fascination, "It looks expensive."

"It nearly killed me when I formulated it."

His eyes widened, not with fear, but delight. "...Seriously?" You crossed the room in two quick strides and took the vial from his hand before he could uncork it. He watched you replace it on the highest shelf with obvious disappointment. He frowned, "...You're no fun."

"I'm trying to keep you alive."

For a moment he simply watched you gather your equipment: a narrow tube that looks like it’s made of wood, a small ceramic cup, and a measured amount of antidote. Every movement was practiced. The complete opposite of the man standing only a few feet away.

He wandered toward the center of the tent, dropping onto the blankets as though he'd been invited there hours ago. Hands folded behind his head, he looked up at you with unconcealed excitement.

"So? Am I your most interesting patient yet?"

You couldn't answer immediately. Most people came to your tent hoping to be healed. Some came to forget. A few came seeking visions. Jabber had arrived wanting to understand every poison you had ever created, even if it meant risking himself to do it.

"...You're certainly the strangest."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

You knelt on the floor beside him as you prepared your equipment. You mixed a couple of liquids together in the ceramic cup, careful with each measurement. There was an odd smell from the liquids being mixed together, not that he complained though. He was just curious.

"If we're doing this, you follow every instruction I give you. No improvising. No touching anything," You told him as you let the liquid settle. "And if I tell you to stop, you stop."

Jabber held up both hands in mock surrender. "I can behave." You gave him a skeptical look. "I said I can. I didn't exactly say I would. Either way, I think it's going to be fascinating."

You sighed before standing back up and moved with quiet purpose.

The candles already burning throughout the tent were enough to see by, but you rearranged them anyway, carrying each one carefully before setting it beside hanging ornaments of colored glass. As the flames settled, fractured ribbons of red, blue, and amber danced across the canvas walls. The reflections shifted with every flicker, turning the laboratory into something halfway between a workshop and a dream.

Jabber watched every second of it. You reached for a bundle of dried herbs tied neatly with twine. With practiced hands, you lit the end until it smoldered, then gently waved it through the air. Thin streams of pale smoke spiraled upward before spreading through the tent.

Jabber drew in a slow breath. The scent was unlike any poison he'd encountered before. It was rather earthy and floral. It carried a subtle sweetness beneath the sharper notes, and almost immediately he felt the tension leave his shoulders.

"...Huh,” He inhaled again. "...That's nice."

"It isn't meant to intoxicate you." You continued holding the bundle of herbs, allowing the smoke to drift naturally. "It quiets the mind."

His eyes followed the lazy curls gathering near the ceiling. "So it relaxes people. You drug everyone before you start?"

"It’s not technically drugging yet." You glanced back at him. "I help them relax. There's a difference."

He chuckled, "I guess there is."

By the time you set the herbs down, the atmosphere had changed completely. The sharp medicinal scent that usually filled the laboratory had softened beneath the fragrant smoke. The shifting candlelight caught every glass bottle lining the shelves, scattering fractured colors over the floor like pieces of a living kaleidoscope.

Jabber looked around with unmistakable excitement, trying to control his jitters, "This is incredible."

"The mind resists unfamiliar sensations. The more anxious someone is..." You spoke as you picked up one of the colored ornaments, letting the candlelight refract through it. "...the harder it becomes to guide them. I make them comfortable first.”

He laughed quietly to himself, "I like the way you work." He leaned back on his hands, breathing in another slow lungful of the fragrant air. "...I can already feel the difference."

"Good." You set the ornament back in its place. "That means you're ready to listen."

For perhaps the first time since barging into your tent, Jabber fell completely silent, watching your every movement with the eager attention of someone about to witness something entirely new. You grabbed another small vial. This one had a more denser liquid with a light purple tint. You kneeled down next to him, but before you could open the small container, a hand met your waist.

Jabber’s fingers gently traced the curve of your waist, his touch warm and teasing despite its casualness. He didn’t pull you closer, not yet, but the contact was deliberate, a quiet reminder that he wasn't just some passive subject about to be dosed.

His eyes held yours as he smiled up at you, that same reckless charm dancing in his gaze. "Just making sure I'm allowed to touch you," he murmured, voice low and playful beneath the hush of drifting smoke.

The herbs had already softened him slightly, the tension gone from his shoulders, breath easier, but the awareness hadn’t dulled one bit. If anything, relaxation made him bolder.

He brushed a thumb lightly over your hipbone through your clothes before adding with mock seriousness, "Your rules say no touching anything dangerous… but they never said anything about you."

A soft laugh escaped you despite yourself. Of course, that would be where he found a loophole. Before you could scold him or shift away, not that either seemed very likely, Jabber tilted his head up toward yours slightly; A subtle invitation laced with mischief beneath all that feigned innocence on his face.

"You did want the real full experience, right?" You asked just to make sure.

Jabber's grin turned downright mischievous at your question, like a kid who'd just been given permission to raid a candy jar. "Oh absolutely," he breathed out without hesitation, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your waist.

He lifted his other hand to gently tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, calloused fingertips grazing the shell of it with deliberate slowness and feeling the coldness of his rings brush against your ear. Every movement screamed affection wrapped in playful arrogance, the kind that came naturally to someone who knew they were charming.

"Wanna get really high," he confessed in a hushed tone, eyes darkening with anticipation. "Not just chemically." A slow wink followed for emphasis before adding, "All kinds."

The implications hung thick between you beneath the shimmering candlelight and swirling herbal smoke. Jabber wasn't here just for an experimental trip, he wanted this whole thing to be sensual too. He decided that the moment he saw you.

His gaze dropped briefly to your lips then back up again before murmuring, "...You're gonna look so fucking pretty when you dose me."

There was no hiding how turned on he already was by the idea, not with how close he’d pressed against you or how eagerly his hips had shifted subtly upward when that thought crossed his mind seconds ago.

You took in a breath. Never before had you had a client so willing. The way Jabber was acting was slowly having an effect on you and the relaxing smell from the herbs didn't help. With careful motions, you threw a leg over him, successfully straddling his lap for the standard procedure.

Jabber let out a low, appreciative hum that vibrated through his chest and straight into yours. His hands immediately slid up to grip your hips properly now that he had full access to them, thumbs pressing lightly into the soft flesh there as if memorizing your shape.

"Fuck," he exhaled quietly, eyes raking over your face with open admiration.

The way the colored light from the ornaments played across your features only amplified how gorgeous you looked sitting above him like this. He instinctively rolled his pelvis upward just slightly, a tiny grind to test the friction between the both of you. At the sensation, it felt promising. A smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth when he caught how close your faces were now.

"You always ride patients like this?" Jabber teased in a gravelly voice laced with amusement and obvious arousal. "Or am I special?"

There was no real question about which answer he hoped for; it dripped from every hungry downward glance toward where you sat on his arousal, poorly hidden by the fabric of his pants. One palm crept higher along one side until warm fingers splayed against the small of your back while the other stayed firmly on the hipbone, anchoring the slow movements he created.

"I do it for everyone," you answered, opening the small cap and bringing it to his nose. "Smell. It's just another relaxant."

Jabber obediently leaned forward, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply from the open vial you held near his face. The new scent was richer than the herbs, thicker, with notes of lavender and something faintly metallic that made his pulse jump in anticipation.

"Mmm... damn," he murmured after breathing it in a second time, eyelids already growing heavier at just the aroma.

It wasn’t overpowering but it carried an undeniable weight behind it; designed to prepare minds for deeper chemical journeys. His grip on your hips loosened slightly as a wave of relaxation crept through him faster than before. Jabber's shoulders slumped a little more against your pillows while his jaw unclenched.

"You're really thorough," Jabber commented lazily this time between slow blinks. That cocky edge from earlier had softened significantly thanks to the calming agents swirling through his system.

"Is that gonna make me horny too?" He asked bluntly.

Jabber could barely wait anymore for the high. If what he felt during the first stage was already enough to make him aroused, he was curious as to what the intoxication phase would do. Regardless, he knew he'd enjoy every second of it.

"It shouldn't," you answered and fixed the pillows behind his head, letting him rest on an incline. It made the process easier.

With steady hands you picked up the cup from earlier, giving it one more swirl before bringing it to his lips. "Drink," you whispered and gave a fair warning, "It'll taste bitter."

Jabber licked his lips in preparation, watching the swirling liquid with a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension at your warning about the taste. He tilted his head up eagerly as you brought the cup to his mouth, taking slow sips at first.

Almost immediately though, that bitter tang hit hard on tongue and he wrinkled nose before gulping down the rest quickly enough just to get rid of the awful flavor.

"Ugh," Jabber groaned dramatically once the empty cup was lowered from lips, making an exaggerated disgusted face while swallowing thickly several times. "That’s vile as shit."

"I warned you, though," You hummed with an expression of enjoyment. "You're welcome."

A shudder ran through him briefly before relaxing again under the dual influences. First it was the calming herbs, then the relaxing oil, now this bitter tea that tastes of plants and chemicals.

Within moments, that bitterness faded into nothingness as if he never drank it. His breathing had already started evening out more than normal; chest rising and falling deeper between inhales and exhales. He was naturally reacting toward the chemical infusion working its way toward his brain.

"...How long?" He slurred slightly when speaking again after licking the remaining taste off his bottom lip.

"Soon," you set the cup down. "Very soon."

You lifted the wooden tube from earlier and opened another vial. This vial had some sort of powder inside, tinted grey and with one end of the tube, you managed to get the powder inside. You set the vial aside and carefully aligned it with his nose. 

"This might feel weird," you warned before blowing through the tube, successfully shooting the powder through his nostril.

Jabber's nose flared instinctively as the powder shot up his nasal passage, a sharp tickle spreading instantly through his sinuses. He didn’t sneeze, but the sensation was weird. It felt like an invasive coolness that radiated from his nostrils outward toward his forehead and cheeks in rapid waves.

"Fucking--," he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut for a second while pinching the bridge of nose reflexively. That weirdness you’d warned about was definitely there. 

For a few seconds, he just breathed through his mouth heavily while adjusting to foreign substances now dissolving deep inside his nasal cavity before settling into the caverns of his lungs. The calming herbs earlier had made him floaty, but this was a new layer. 

A slow moan escaped him unconsciously as the first proper wave of toxins began cresting over the mental horizon. His pupils dilated visibly under the flickering candlelight when he looked back at you with a dazed expression, slowly overtaking his previously cocky demeanor.

"...That’s... hitting," Jabber mumbled thickly.

You could practically watch his cognition blurring in real time across those violet eyes that were glued onto your face.

"Almost there," you assured him. 

Reaching to your hip, you lifted the kaleidoscope into your palm. Its polished brass frame caught the dim light before you gave it a gentle twirl between your fingers.

The instrument answered instantly. A crystalline hum resonated through the air, low at first before blooming into a chorus of ringing tones that seemed to harmonize with your heartbeat. Threads of iridescent light seeped from the seams of the scope, unfurling like ribbons of liquid stained glass. 

Every turn sent another cascade of color spilling outward, deep violets melting into electric blues, brilliant emeralds dissolving into molten gold, only to burst into impossible shades that seemed to exist somewhere beyond ordinary sight.

The haze gathered around you, wrapping itself over your silhouette until your outline shimmered with shifting prisms. Your eyes caught the same radiance, their irises reflecting an endless spectrum as though galaxies had condensed behind them. 

Jabber watched in silent amazement, transfixed by the spectacle. He remembered, faintly, your explanation that the kaleidoscope wasn't merely something to look through. It was your vital instrument, one that synchronized perception itself, allowing you to guide another's senses through carefully woven illusions.

You leaned down just enough to meet his gaze, already noticing the first signs taking hold. His pupils expanded, swallowing nearly all of the color from his irises as tiny flecks of reflected light danced across their surface.

Slowly, almost ceremonially, you lifted the kaleidoscope until it rested within his line of sight.

"Look into the glass," you whispered.

Jabber obediently focused on the kaleidoscope as you brought it before him. Both eyes instinctively locked onto the ever-turning chamber within. The fractured mirrors awakened the instant his gaze settled, igniting with impossible motion.

What began as colorful fragments blossomed into an endless cathedral of living geometry. Intricate mandalas unfolded into infinite spirals, crystalline tessellations rotated through one another, and luminous fractals bloomed like flowers made entirely of starlight. 

Colors no language had names for shimmered between every familiar hue, flowing together without ever becoming muddy or dull. Each rotation birthed entirely new constellations of light, folding reality into itself over and over again.

The chemicals already coursing through his system amplified every sensation beyond reason. The instrument didn't simply show him the patterns, it immersed him inside them. He could almost feel the colors brushing against his skin, hear the shapes chiming like delicate glass bells, taste the sweetness of warm amber and the cool sharpness of sapphire as the impossible spectrum poured through his senses.

A soft gasp escaped him as reality peeled away in gentle layers. The room dissolved into drifting prisms while luminous ribbons stretched into infinity around him. Every blink carried him deeper, each breath scattering another wave of impossible symmetry through the endless kaleidoscopic expanse.

The glass was no longer a lens. It had become a doorway into a surreal cosmos of living color, where light breathed, patterns sang, and every turn of the instrument invited him one step further into the beautiful impossible.

"Holy... fuck..." he breathed out shakily between parted lips while transfixed by spectacle unfolding before him.

Every rotation you gave the scope sent new kaleidoscopic delights bursting forth.  Galaxies born from glass fragments, rainbows splitting infinitely,  impossible angles bending reality itself. All of it sent Jabber in a daze.

His chest rose faster with shallow breaths coming quicker than usual, not from anxiety but pure awe at how beautiful everything looked suddenly while under the influence.

"You're seeing it?" You asked softly watching his pupil dilation intensify as seconds go by. 

"Mmhmm," came a drowsy affirmative mumble, accompanied with a blown out smile.

Once you got confirmation, you set the scope down, watching him be in his own world. Jabber was completely gone, floating in a euphoric haze where the boundaries between his body and the colorful visions had blurred into nothingness. His smile remained lazy and content, lips slightly parted as soft little sighs escaped him periodically.

Every thought felt slow, syrupy sweet like honey dripping through his mind. No worries existed here; no past or future to worry about. Just now, just this, just infinite fractal beauty constantly on repeat.

The toxins had worked their magic flawlessly; the euphoria agent doing its job by flooding synapses with dopamine while sensory enhancers made ordinary sounds sound richer and more textured.

He absently licked his bottom lip again before murmuring something incoherent under breath, "...So pretty..."

It wasn’t directed at anything specific, just a general awe at how everything felt. Colors brighter than ever seen before even if his eyes weren’t open; touch sensations amplified so that the fabric against his skin was registered ten times more intensely.

And then there was you above him.

Through a half-lidded gaze and swimming in a chemical bliss, you looked divine hovering over your patient who wanted to worship every inch of you in gratitude for bringing him this high.

Without thinking too hard, because thinking deeply sucked right now, Jabber lifted shaky hands toward face wanting to caress your cheeks adoringly. The hands rose with a sluggish, dreamy grace, his movements slowed by the euphoric haze blanketing his mind. His fingers trembled slightly as they neared your face from the overwhelming want to touch you.

The second his calloused fingertips finally brushed against your cheeks, a shiver of pure bliss shot through him. Your skin felt impossibly soft under the chemical-amplified sensation; every minute texture and warmth was amplified beyond normal perception.

"Fuck," he whispered hoarsely at the contact alone like it was some sacred experience rather than just stroking someone’s face.

His thumbs gently swept along your cheekbones while his palms cradled your jawline reverently. Every tiny movement sent waves of affectionate pleasure crashing over him. In his eyes, you weren’t just hot, you were art. The most beautiful thing in this entire reality trip he currently inhabited.

A dopey grin stretched across Jabber’s flushed face as he stared up at you with glassy eyes full of devotion and lust tangled together. He couldn't resist leaning upward slightly in a weak attempt to press a sloppy kiss against your mouth. Once his lips connected with yours, it was game over for him. 

He took you down with him, lips in a lazy yet crazy frenzy as he wanted more. The kiss started slow and sloppy, Jabber moving his lips against yours with a clumsy enthusiasm fueled by the toxins swirling through his system. 

Every press of mouths sent sparks of pleasure shooting down to his groin, he was already getting hard from just kissing you. It only made him more hard once he realized you reciprocated each kiss.

But god, it felt amazing. The euphoria agent amplified every sensation ten times over; your taste, the softness of your lips, even the tiny sounds you might make if he kissed deeper. All of it was heavenly.

He moaned into your mouth between messy kisses that lacked coordination but made up for it in passion. His tongue slid clumsily against yours as soon as an opening presented itself, eager to explore and taste more.

Jabber’s hips twitched upward involuntarily beneath you, seeking friction wherever possible despite having little to no muscle control in his main limbs. Yet, that growing erection pressed insistently against the layers of fabric that was separating your body with his.

Every nerve ending was firing wildly now thanks to the combination of aphrodisiacs kicking fully into gear, alongside the other compounds riding high in the bloodstream.

When oxygen became necessary after several breathless seconds, he broke the kiss only far enough to pant heavily while forehead rested against yours; Eyes screwed shut behind fluttering lids, chasing visual hallucinations.

"Are you alright?" You asked as you noted his silence.

"Fuck baby. More than alright," Jabber breathed raggedly before diving back in for another searing kiss immediately after recovering slightly. 

He needed you like air right now. Something told him it wouldn't matter in the future if he will be high or not high at all. Jabber was completely lost in the haze of intoxication and desire, his entire body thrumming with need as he kissed you with reckless abandon. Each kiss grew more feverish than the last, his breathing ragged and uneven between desperate presses of lips.

His hands slid down from your face to grip at your waist again, fingers digging in slightly as if trying to pull you even closer despite already being seated on top of him. That hard-on pressed insistently against your center made it impossible not to feel how badly he wanted you right now.

Every roll of hips seeking friction drew out another groan from deep within his chest, the rough sounds muffled occasionally by sloppy kisses that kept getting interrupted by panting breaths before you both crashed back together like addicts chasing a high.

The toxins weren’t just making him horny; they were turning every sensation into pure ecstasy. Your weight on him felt incredible. The heat between bodies drove him wild. Even the fabric rubbing against hos sensitive arousal was straight up torture.

"Need you," Jabber mumbled brokenly against your mouth during a brief pause for air before attacking those luscious lips once more with wet open-mouthed kisses.

Those dilated pupils staring up at yours begged silently, and loudly, without words. He was beyond a coherent thought at this point; His brain reduced to a single-minded focus: Let me please you. No-- Please let me fuck you.

"You aren't in the right mind, Jabber," you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his racing heart.

Jabber whined pathetically at your gentle hand on his chest, the contrast between your soothing touch and the filthy thoughts swirling in his drugged mind only making him more desperate. His heart pounded violently beneath your palm, like a trapped animal thrashing to be freed.

"Don't care," he slurred out immediately, voice thick with lust and chemical fog. 

Every rational thought had been vaporized by the aphrodisiacs coursing through him; all that remained was raw need. He nuzzled into your neck like an overaffectionate puppy seeking skin to kiss or bite, lips trailing sloppy open-mouthed kisses down toward the collarbone while his hips kept grinding up helplessly against you.

The way you called him out for not being in the right mind only turned him on harder. It was true. He was high as balls and horny as hell. 

"You're so fucking pretty," Jabber rasped between wet kisses along any visible skin near your cleavage before attempting, badly, to suck a mark there without any finesse whatsoever.

His entire body burned with arousal fueled by artificial hormones pumping through the system nonstop. Every inch of contact sent electric jolts straight down south where he was painfully strained against his pants.

He nipped at your throat with blunt teeth, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to express his growing impatience. His breathing came in hot, uneven bursts against your skin as he rutted upwards desperately seeking any kind of relief for that aching erection.

"Please baby," he begged shamelessly against the damp skin of your throat.

His usually confident demeanor was completely shattered by the overwhelming combination of toxins and sexual frustration. Every second you didn’t give in to fucking him felt like torture.

"Fuck me," he growled slowly in-between kisses and bites along the jawline before capturing your lips again in a sloppy kiss. The way he kissed screamed starved, like a man who hadn’t been laid properly in months.

One of his hands left your skin, his palm sliding down to press firmly over his bulge straining pants clearly showing off how rock-hard he’d gotten from all this foreplay. 

You broke the kiss, following his hand with your eyes and watched as he palmed himself to relieve some tension. As desperate as he was, you knew you couldn't give into his desires.

"You know I can't think straight right now," Jabber muttered breathlessly beside your ear, putting on a show for you. "Just wanna fuck you so bad."

A flush or warmth spread over your cheeks at his vulgar words. "Jabber, you are out of it right now," you reminded, though it didn’t do anything besides earn you a kiss on the cheek.

His hips gave another slow roll upward, emphasizing just how ready he was. You had to admit, the sight was interesting, but it was against your morals. Sensing your thoughts, Jabber set his hands on your waist, silently urging you to at least grind on him.

Your moral dilemma was clearly visible in your expression. But didn't care about morals right now, he was burning up with lust, every nerve ending screaming for the sweet friction and release.

With a needy groan, he squeezed your waist tighter and started grinding his hips upward in slow circles against the heat between your thighs. Even through layers of clothing, the pressure of it sent jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Come on," he pleaded hoarsely against the shell of ear before nipping at the lobe playfully. "Just ride me a little... don’t gotta fuck yet just move." 

The plea dripped with desperation. This man had never begged so pathetically for sex before, but the drugs plus the arousal meant zero pride left in him.

Each roll upward emphasized how painfully hard he was, the thick outline visibly tenting his pants. He could already imagine how much better it’d feel if there were no barriers at all. The thought alone made jerk more erratically than before, an effect of the drugs in his system.

A broken moan escaped him as another particularly good grind hit the perfect spot on his pelvis. "What did you give me?" He almost cried out from pleasure.

"Hallucinogens, aphrodisiacs, dissociatives, empathogens," you trailed off, a weak sigh leaving your lips as he rolled his hips up. "And of course, the kaleidoscope effects."

Jabber's brain short-circuited slightly hearing the list of substances that were currently messing up his system. It was no wonder he felt like this. You gave him a chemical cocktail designed to melt his mind and turn his body into a pleasure machine.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply just to savor how amazing you smelled. With his sense of smell enhanced to the max, he could visualize all the chemicals and toxins you worked with along with whatever plants you brewed and burned. It reminded him of himself, the chemicals and toxins, at least.

"Fuck that’s good," Jabber mumbled into your skin before licking a slow stripe upward toward your ear.

His hips kept moving relentlessly beneath you, chasing friction like an addict chasing the next climax. "You’re such a fuckin’ goddess," he slurred out drunkenly on lust. "Please let me cum."

Jabber was desperate to cum. Every nerve in his body screamed for release, the aphrodisiacs dialing up his arousal to unbearable levels while simultaneously delaying his orgasm like some cruel joke. The toxins were making him hyper-sensitive yet frustratingly unable to tip over the edge without proper stimulation.

"So close," he gasped out between panting breaths, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead from exertion. 

His brain cells were practically frying one by one under the chemical onslaught happening in his body. It sure was a sight to see how he still had some control of his muscles and speech. Most patients would have gone numb by now.

You leaned away from him, but his hands found yours. Jabber's grip on your hands tightened eagerly the moment you complied, his eyes flashing with hazy hunger as he felt you finally start moving. That sweet friction sent a shudder of pure ecstasy through his entire body.

"Like that?" You questioned, keeping your eyes locked on his pleasure-contorted face.

"Yes, fuck yes," he choked out, head falling back against the pillows as his hips arched up to meet each downward grind. 

The movement quickly became rhythmic and sinful. It pushed him closer to the edge but it still was not enough for him to tip over as those aphrodisiac compounds kept his orgasm at bay just long enough for maximum torture.

"Riding me so perfect," Jabber praised hoarsely between gritted teeth.

Sweat dripped down his temple while his pupils stayed blown black with lust; both high and horny beyond reason, chasing nothing but a mind-blowing release. He bit his lower lip hard, trying to resist begging too loudly and failing when another particularly deep grind made his toes curl. 

"Come on, Jabber," you huffed out, urging him to find his release.

Jabber couldn't hold back anymore at your encouragement. Your voice alone pushed him over the edge and combined with the relentless grinding and chemical-fueled arousal, it was too much to handle.

"Fuck I'm cumming!" he groaned out loud, hips bucking wildly beneath you as his orgasm finally exploded through his entire body like a lightning strike.

Thick ropes of cum became trapped in his pants, soaking the fabric instantly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him violently. Every muscle locked up; abs clenched hard while his back arched off cushions briefly before collapsing back down trembling.

"Shit," Jabber panted heavily afterward when brain started rebooting. 

His sweat covered forehead and chest rose and fell rapidly while he twitched weakly against the woven mat.

For several blissful seconds, he laid there dazed and wrecked by how amazing that release felt after being edged from the toxins for what seemed like hours.

But even while he still felt the effects of the orgasm and the drugs, his hands still lazily stroked up and down your thighs affectionately, a quiet praise for how you’d ridden him into oblivion perfectly.

"You're amazing," he mumbled dreamily with stupid lovestruck smile on flushed face.

He sensed you move around, but before he could question what you were doing, he felt that familiar tube on his nostril. Jabber didn't have a moment to brace himself before he felt something shoot up his nose. It burned more than the first, but most importantly, a liquid was shot up this time.

The sudden rush of liquid shooting up Jabber's nose sent a sharp, burning sensation flaring through his sinuses that made him instinctively scrunch his face and try to move away.

"Ahh fuck!" he yelped reflexively despite being in a post-orgasmic bliss just seconds ago. 

The burn lingered intensely for a few heartbeats before slowly spreading into a cool wave through his body. Slowly, but surely, he came down from the high and regained all of his senses. 

The liquid nasal dose was designed to counteract or modify certain effects of previous substances. Almost immediately, he noticed shifts in perception; His vision, which had been slightly hazy and bright from the euphoric toxins earlier, no longer existed and the fractals faded into reality.

"Damn..." Jabber murmured aloud while flexing his fingers experimentally, checking if his body felt normal again after such an intense high and climax.

The aphrodisiac's grip on libido seemed loosened considerably. There was no more frustrating erection and his brain finally was able to focus beyond pure lust.

You watched him closely as consciousness returned bit by bit. "Are you feeling okay?" You asked, holding onto the reversal antidote and the tube.

Jabber took a few more slow breaths, flexing his jaw and rolling his shoulders as the last remnants of the intense chemical high receded. The antidote was doing its job beautifully, the brain fog dissipating, thoughts becoming coherent again instead of floating in that blissed-out haze.

"Yeah... yeah I'm good," he answered after a moment, voice now clearer and less slurred than before. 

The aphrodisiac's grip on him had loosened significantly; that all-consuming horny desperation had dulled to just normal post-sex satisfaction rather than obsessive lust. He rubbed at nose briefly where the liquid dose had been administered before looking up at you with much more present eyes, pupils no longer blown wide but returning to their natural size gradually.

"That shit worked fast," Jabber commented with mild awe while he tested his motor skills by lifting his arms to stretch. 

Everything felt normal again. The overwhelming euphoria? Gone. Hyper-sexuality? Diminished dramatically.

Hallucinogenic visuals? Faded completely from his awareness. All thanks to the cleverly engineered reversal agents neutralizing the previous compounds' effects.

A tired but content sigh escaped him as his body finally relaxed into the pillows and mat. Jabber felt exhausted now that the toxins had been countered. It was like crashing hard after an intense party.

A lazy smile played on his lips as he stared up at the tent ceiling decorated with those shimmering ornaments that now looked perfectly normal instead of trippy psychedelic artworks.

"Fuck... that was insane," Jabber mumbled drowsily.

"But you liked it, right?" You questioned curiously.

Every muscle felt pleasantly loose and warm, the good kind of exhaustion you get after incredible sex, which technically hadn't even included actual intercourse; Just grinding and cumming hard enough to leave him spent.

"Of course I did. You're fucking amazing at your job," he praised, stretching one arm above his head again before letting it flop down beside your hip weakly.

You got off his lap with a small smile, appreciating the compliment if it even was one. Jabber watched you with half-lidded eyes, the warmth of your body so soon.

He let out another deep sigh. Every inch of him felt sated and heavy, limbs pleasantly weighted by exhaustion rather than the chemical sedation.

A dopey grin kept tugging at Jabber’s mouth as memories from the session replayed briefly. Your gorgeous face hovering above him while grinding on him; those sloppy kisses drowning each other; how hard he’d cum from nothing but grinding.

"Best goddamn trip ever," he declared hoarsely before yawning widely. He rubbed tired eyes with one hand. "Do you always do clients like that?" He asked curiously.

"I never give anyone aphrodisiacs. And never ride them too," you answered. "But you seemed special so I thought why not." You gave him a glance over your shoulder before getting to work on putting everything back.

Jabber felt a swell of pride and extreme satisfaction hearing that he’d been treated to something special. Not just any client got aphrodisiacs added to their dose, that meant you’d singled him out as someone worth going the extra mile for sexually. 

A smug little smirk curled his lips despite how sleepy he was. He almost cheered with the fact that he was special in your eyes. That knowledge alone made his chest puff up slightly with pride.

"Fucking love being special," Jabber mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness and afterglow. 

He watched you clean up the space through a heavy-lidded gaze; the way you moved so efficiently putting vials away, stashing tubes, and folding blankets. Watching you do something so simple had him on the verge of getting turned on again. 

He finally pushed himself upright slowly, muscles protesting slightly from exertion. Jabber rubbed his neck briefly, eyes eventually paying attention to the dark patch on his pants.

"You wanna fuck for real next time?" He asked bluntly while stretching his arms overhead, causing his now loose shirt to ride upward revealing his toned abs, hoping to catch your eye.

Jabber flashed a lazy, very hopeful grin as he caught your gaze after that intentional stretch to show off his abs. The man wasn’t even being subtle about wanting another round with you; this time completely bare and proper sex instead of just grinding through clothes. That sounded like absolute heaven.

"I'll think about it," you mumbled. "You'll get your answer if you visit again," you told him, putting in vials and jars of toxins in a small bag for him to take to his boss, maybe you added a couple more extras just for him to enjoy. "I enjoyed our time together," you gave him a small smile, "Turned out different than I expected it to be."

Jabber perked up at the possibility of a next time, that cocky grin widening across his face like Christmas had come early. The fact you didn’t outright say no meant there was definitely hope for round two.

He watched eagerly as you packed up vials and toxins neatly into bags; Some clearly intended for his boss but… were those extra ones just for him? A little bonus stash maybe? The idea of you slipping him personal doses on top of mission requirements made his ego inflate even more. You really did like him if you treated specially like this.

Once everything was ready to go, Jabber finally stood fully stretching out stiff muscles before sauntering over to where you stood by the supplies.

Leaning down suddenly, he pressed a slow kiss against your lips, soft compared to the earlier sloppy makeouts. You reciprocated the kiss, allowing him to slip in his tongue and have his cold hand wander around.

"Thanks baby," he murmured against mouth after pulling back an inch or two.

He nuzzled his nose against yours affectionately before finally breaking away completely with obvious reluctance. He didn’t wanna leave your side.

"Stay safe," You bid him a timid goodbye.

Taking the bag of toxins from you carefully, Jabber slung it over one shoulder like it weighed nothing despite it containing dangerous substances, not that he cared about that part.

"Gonna come back soon," he promised in a low voice laced with both certainty and lingering lust. There was no way he was passing up another chance to get high and get messed up stupid by you again.

With one last squeeze at your waist, he stepped back toward the tent entrance. "You better save my spot," Jabber added with a wink and a shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he turned to walk out of the cozy shelter.

The cool night breeze hit his skin immediately but it didn't bother him. He kept walking with his chin held high, ignoring the people who were still going through the episode outside your tent.

The whole walk, his mind kept replaying the beat highlights: grinding on you, that earth-shattering orgasm from just friction alone, and he absolutely planned on collecting on that promised "next time" very soon.

He was already counting down the hours till he could return back for proper intercourse with the one and only who dosed him perfectly. Maybe he'll sneak you in the hideout himself. 

He sighed with a lazy smile on his face before speaking to himself, "Fuck, if this job didn’t have amazing perks sometimes.”

[piss-pumpkin]

🎇 The blues (shade of American flag) 🎆

Leo valdez x reader, HNTGHB chapter 7

~3.3k words Masterlist prev

Piper groaned, her head falling into her hands as she dragged them down her face. Strands of her hair tickled her breakfast. When she moved you noticed bits of jam stuck in her split ends from her toast. 

She sat across from you and Percy, dying of embarrassment. 

Percy grinned as he scrolled through her phone. “Piper, I can’t believe you were holding out on us.”

You huddled in close to read it with him— Piper’s texts. Also her Instagram messages. And a couple discord memes. She had a lot of saved chats with the mystery girl that’s she’d somehow hid from you all. The contact name was Shel, so at least you had a name. 

You looked up at Piper. “Yeah, she’s totally into you,” you said. “Like, you know it. Probably better then we could. Like your Aphrodite sense or something.” You wiggled your fingers at her to indicate the magic of it. 

You caught a little flush on her cheeks through her hands. Her voice was muffled, “I don’t have spidey sense for romance, man.” She peeked out from her hands, and then dropped them in the table. Her eyes followed as she avoided your gaze. “But yeah, I do get that vibe.”

You and Percy grinned as you looked up from the phone. Percy twisted his lips around in a little smirk, “So you like her, right?” 

Piper groaned again. So probably yes. That was your guess. 

“Well, yeah,” Piper winced. “I just…” She looked up at both of you, lips pursed. Her fingers twirled the feather in her hair as she seemed to turn the words over in her mind. “She goes to my school and lives near my dad, it would totally work.” 

You and Percy shared a look of telepathy. Neither of you said a word, instead look in to Piper with curious eyes. You both needed more. 

She couldn’t resist that, and with another complaint and groan she kept talking. She idly poked at the jam on her bread until it was under her nail. “I haven’t dated anyone since,” her lips twitched, and she her eyes flickered to the table, “Jason.” 

Oh. There it was. The Jason issue. Your and Percy’s grin faded with a mutual sigh. It had been a while since it happened. You didn’t always think of him, but it was sobering when you did. Your head fell to rest your cheek on your hand as you all looked to the table in a moment of silence. As you did whenever somebody said his name. Sometimes it felt fresh, sometimes it felt like it happened ages ago. But talking about him like it’s romance gossip made it feel like he could walk up behind any one of you at any moment. It took you all a minute to remember he wouldn’t. 

After a few beats of silence, Piper started again. “I know we were broken up but,” she took a breath. “It feels wrong to date again. Especially considering…” she took another pause. So all three of you could brace for what was coming. “…considering what happened, how he pretty much died for me.” 

You all exhaled as she finished. Yeah, that made things feel a little more complicated. 

Piper slumped down, crossing her arms and getting the jam on her shirt. “It just feels like I’m moving on too fast, or betraying him to just…” she shook her head. “Move on.”

You nodded along. “Yeah,” you sighed. You didn’t have an easy answer to that one. Percy scratched the back of his neck as he looked between the two of you. He didn’t have anything good either. 

Jason. Whenever you thought of him you wished he was here. The easiest way to stop feeling sad was to remember he was in Elysium, probably living way better then you are right now. But it should have taken him longer to get there. You’d have to wait a long time to see him again. 

Piper nibbled at the crust of her pretty much untouched toast. “We broke up because I wanted to have my own identity and feel more like myself, but… I feel like if I do that, I’m just leaving a part of him behind.” 

You all had moments like those. You winced as you thought to yourself; there were always moments that made you miss him. Usually it was when something new happened, like a milestone or achievement you wouldn’t be able to share with him, or he wouldn’t get to have. Last time it was graduation. Living life meant moving on and changing into a person Jason never got to know, and will never get to be. Yeah, he was having a great time in Elysium right now, but he was missing out on a lot. You swallowed, and tried to eat your own breakfast to idly do something with your mouth. 

“That’s a rough one,” Percy said. 

There wasn’t anything you could do to change it, though. The best that you could muster was remembering him in those moments. That, at least, made you feel a little better. You sighed as the thought passed like a wave. “Pipes,” you started. “It’s been a respectful mourning amount of time, I think you should go for it.” 

The though crossed your mind that Jason knew you liked Leo, and he never got to see the stupid post of the two of you kissing. But at least he never had to see the bullshit you’ve been doing lately. 

Piper chewed thoughtfully and with a furrowed brow. She seemed ready to hear you out. “Like, do you plan to just never date again? 

She sighed. “Not forever,” she started then trailed off. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Percy’s face silently tense with a purse of his lips. “Piper,” he started, “Let’s be real.” He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair to keep it from his eyes. “Jason died because of a stupid prophecy. It had to be you or him, and he wanted it to be him because he wanted you to have a life. I don’t think he’d be mad if you started actually living it.” 

The sentiment hung heavy over the table as the three of you sat with that. He was right. But nobody wanted to leave a dead friend behind. 

Piper’s lips quivered as she looked down, eyes unfocused. Her brow furrowed as the corners of her mouth started to twitch and shake. She was really trying to hold it in. Her hands came up to rest her forehead on, and doubling to hide her expression. 

Percy swallowed. His hand did a little wave as he thought about reaching cross the table, but stopped himself. “Piper, I didn’t-“ 

“No, you’re right,” she said shakily, a little sniffle getting through the muffle of her hands. “You’re right.”

”We know it’s hard,” you said. “But I don’t think you need to feel guilt about anything to do with him. He made his choice, and if we could call him in Elysium right now he’d tell you to go for it.” 

She stayed quiet a little more. Her body shook a little when she breathed, her head bobbing in her hands. 

You swished your lips side to side. Piper was right too, but that probably wasn’t what she needed to hear. Sometimes you’d almost text Jason, and only remember once you opened his chat that he wouldn’t get it. Moving on felt awful. “This sucks.” 

Percy nodded. Piper made a noise that was a bit like a laugh and a bit like a breath. She lifted her head from her hands, and you and Percy didn’t acknowledge that she’d cried a bit. 

“I guess all you can do it be really brave about it,” Percy said. 

Piper sighed, recovering herself as she brushed her hair from her face and wiped her eyes. “I guess,” she croaked. “I’ll just… do that.” 

                                         …

July fourth at camp half blood was always pretty hype. Every year there was a big fireworks display, courtesy of the Hephaestus cabin going all out. Hopefully Leo did a good job, but considering how distracted he’s been lately, who knows. 

As the sun began to set, a blue haze fell over camp, greying the sand under your feet as you walked the beach. The dock had boxes upon boxes of fireworks lined up, and a couple Hephaestus kids rummaging through them. 

Sand got into your shoes as you walked, grating against your soles. Yay. Your brow furrowed with several annoyances— first the sand then your friends. Where were they? You scanned the beach, hoping to recognize a silhouette in the dark. Practically all the campers were clumped together and talking, it was hard to discern as you approached.   

One found you first though. Just the right one. Instantly, you recognized Leo’s hands on your shoulders from behind by the callouses and the heat. “Y/n,” he said, shaking you a bit. 

A smile tugged at your lips as you turned around, letting his energy wobble you. Leo was grinning, and his face was weighed down by dark circles and eye bags. If you were to hazard a guess, you’d say up late cramming extra fireworks into the show. Hopefully. No slacking for him. 

He kept shaking you— he was practically vibrating. “Y/n, we have to go on a date,” he declared. 

Your smile widened hearing it, then it curled down as you tried to suppress it. Hopefully in the dim light he wouldn’t notice your blush. You really should have expected something like that, but it was still a surprise. It was so easy to imagine he would ask you on a real date, when he kept saying things like that. 

Maybe he would. This bit was getting weird, and neither of you really acknowledged the kiss after it happened. It could mean something. Maybe.

You apparently didn’t respond in time, because Leo started to talk again. He spoke with so much passion and speed that his words blended together at the ends  and beginnings as his mouth moved faster than his brain. “Come on, we’ve gotta talk, I know a place that’s like super good to see the fireworks from, follow me,” he said, moving his hand down to yours to drag you along. 

And with his warm hand grasping yours, you were pretty weak willed. He led you off the beach and up a hill to a small cliff bordering the sand. You had a high vantage point above the gathered campers, and a completely uninstructed view of the dock. Really, you could see the whole lake— it had nearly stilled in the windless night. Only ripples lapped at the shore sent by campers kicking their feet in. With your high view you managed to spot Annabeth walking with Piper. 

The hill was soft and grassy. You could finally shake the sand out from your feet. 

Leo looked down at the crowd with you. “it’s gonna be awesome,” he said proudly. Then he spun on his heels and turned to you. “You like the spot? I do, there’s no tall people’s heads getting in the way.” 

You looked down at the beach, then to the grass under your feet. “Yeah, it’s nice. A lot quieter, too.” 

He was grinning, and playing with his fingers. First he cracked his knuckles all together, then pulled at each digit to try and get it to crack on its own. “And, just for you,” he started, “I made something special.” 

Fuck, you were blushing. See, what if it isn’t all fake? He just said things like that so casually, sometimes. You held onto hope. It was easy to talk about moving on with Piper, but not when he was in front of you. 

“Oh?” You warbled. “What is it?” 

He laughed, brushing his hair out of his face with a crooked grin. “Wait and see, Y/n, Gods, have some patience,” he said. 

The Hephaestus campers in the dock started yelling something at the beach in a megaphone. You couldn’t understand it from your high vantage point— Leo informed you it was the start cue. He offered his jacket for you to sit on, insisting that he didn’t get even cold. 

It was true, he was always pretty warm, so you took it. As you both sat down, his knee rested against yours. His other leg was tucked up near his chest, where he leaned his arm on it as he gazed down at his siblings beginning to start the show. 

“So,” you said, using the connected leg to nudge him. “Why are we on a cute little romantic date?” You asked with a smirk. “You that desperate for some good pics?” 

The first big firework flew up, and exploded in a blast of red, white, and American flag blue. Yeah, that made sense. Americans birthday, or whatever. 

Leo leaned in and nudged you back. “I’m not that big of a clout chaser,” he snickered, “can’t a guy just ask his fake partner on a cute date?” 

You smiled, unable to help shifting your eyes from the bright lights of the sky over to him. A flutter crept into your heart when you saw his gaze already firmly on you, eyes crinkled with smile lines. It took all your power not to look away, “The keyword fake means no, you cant,” you said. “You’ve gotta be up to something.” 

A flash of orange caught your eye. It streaked through the sky and slithered up from its explosion site like a live flame. When the center died, sparks fizzled around it like cooling embers. You never should have doubted Leo and his siblings. There was an ocean of talent in the sky for you. 

He smiled sheepishly. “Well, yes and no,” he said, gently throwing his hand out to hit your shoulder. “This is the best place to watch from, of course you should see it from up here.”

A firework that looked like a dog sputtered in the sky, and that one did draw your eyes. You had no idea how they managed to make them shaped like stuff. Where you saw fire and gunpowder, Leo and his siblings saw artistry. It was really a spectacle. You caught the sound a few people’s having loud reactions down on the beach. 

“Wow, my date isn’t even paying attention to me,” Leo joked.

Then it was your turn to playfully hit him. 

He snickered as he rubbed his shoulder and pretended it hurt. “But really, though, Y/n,” he said, sincerity lacing his tone. “I wanted to talk to you, thank you, and stuff. For like, putting up with all this. And me. I appreciate it.” 

You froze for a moment, taken aback by the sudden realness. A purple firework streaked across the sky and lit Leo’s face in the cold unnatural color. It contrasted the warmth of his skin. The firework exploded, then the pieces they flew off on their own to blow up, and the cycle went until it was a sea of tiny sparks falling over the lake. 

You swallowed, hand itching at the grass beside you. You twisted a few blades in your fingers as if fiddling with a strand of hair. “Well, no problem,” you said trying to hold his intense gaze. “Sorry it hasn’t really… worked.”

He flickered. Like, literally. You could have sworn you saw a few sparks or maybe a small flame catch on his hair for a moment. His eyes crinkled up, and he leaned in a little more. In his eyes you caught the reflection of another blue firework crashing like a wave. White sparks blew from its edge like the foam on a seashore. 

Leo put his hands on the grass between you to steady himself as he grinned, “that’s the thing, Y/n,” he said, voice wobbling with excitement. You could tell he was struggling not to get ahead of himself. He spoke quickly, but managed to let the sentences overrun each other. 

You, on instinct, leaned back a bit as he came close. It was all fear, and as soon as you did you definitely regretted it. 

Maybe he was about to say something nice. You looked around, at the secluded spot and the fireworks and… him. He was so close, and so happy. You shakily tried to lean back in to where you were before, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his face. Maybe he was going to tell you how he’s happier now, and he’s given up, and if you were really optimistic, maybe he had feelings for you. Like, it didn’t seem impossible. 

You gestured with your head for him to continue, and Leo practically started vibrating. 

Blue light flooded over his face as another firework went off. The sound cracked and popped, but mostly you were hearing your own heartbeat. That, and the sound of his voice as he began;

”It’s working. We talked last night,” he shook his hands in excitement, pumping his fists in the air gently. “Oh my Gods, Y/n, you don’t know how happy I was. We actually talked a lot, really caught up. She said she’d been seeing all my stories, and how fun it all looked, and it think it did actually make her jealous. I’ll be real, I was kind of surprised that that, like, happened, at this point I was a week or two away from giving up hope.” 

And he kept talking, but you weren’t listening. The waves licked the shores, people chatted below on the beach, and fireworks snapped like gunshots through the air. That is not what you thought he was going to say. 

You stared at him slack jawed, heart nearly sinking in your chest. What. The fuck. You blinked, catching glimpses of fireworks on his eyes. Leo was still talking, but you tuned out for most of it.

“So just,” Leo finished, grin bursting off his cheeks, “Thank you, so much. You’re the best fake date ever.”

He tapped the grass wildly, then leaned closer even more, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he hugged you. For a moment you couldn’t move. It was on instinct that your arms rose to let him in and hug him back in turn. Your palms rested softly, a ghost of a touch, on his back. You might have been happier about it under different circumstances. 

Leo didn’t hug a lot. He wasn’t the most touchy guy in the world, and you all knew why. So when he was, it was a a nice surprise. And Leo must have really appreciated you, because he hung on for more then a few moments. You could feel the loose curl of his hair brush your cheek, and a faint twitch of his arms as they squeezed a little tighter before letting go and pulling away. 

You swallowed as you looked at him. His face flashed with bright white light as another firework went off in the distance. “Uh, no problem,” you said awkwardly, “that’s… I-“ you pursed your lips a money as the words struggled to come out. “-I can’t believe it worked.” 

“I told you so!” He said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Who knows his girl. It’s me, I do,” he declared proudly. 

You’d been hearing a lot of I told you so’s lately. 

“Oh! There!” Leo said, putting a hand on your shoulder and pointing out to the sky. Ha. Your lips pursed together as your jaw tightened. The thing Leo did for you. What a nice surprise. 

In the sky was written in bright orange and red: Thank you Y/n, and with a little heart beside it.

When the fireworks show ended, you walked back together. And as fate would have it, Leo’s phone buzzed in his pocket as you were standing up. 

“Oh, it’s Caly,” he grinned, rushing to type back. You followed beside as he texted, occasionally trying to screen peek, but it didn’t work. Did you really want to know? Maybe knowing would help worse. You didn’t actually try that hard to read it. 

So you looked at Leo instead, his face lit by the dull phone light. It was purple from his and Calypsos chat background. He looked really happy. Occasionally, his face would scrunch up like he was thinking really hard, but mostly happy. 

Leo Valdez was happy. 

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Taglist: @oneiratxxia10 @the-curious-sloth @leovereyna @aniahvol3 @chaosomnipotent (lmk if you wanna be added)

[So here we are gang. Oh no what will they do? I haven’t even decided how this ends yet guys. Fuck it we ball idk. I finally broke up with my bf, feels pretty good. Didn’t at first but after 4 days I’m living good.

I changed my pfp im now a witch hat atelier freak. New obsession but don’t worry i could never leave Leo.

Anyway we aren’t done beating the dead horse that is Jason’s death.]

[supine-ly]

fuck it I’m just going to post them all together. They shouldn’t be separated anyways.

[masoncantthinkofaname]

Reality, living, it's all so much more fun if you don't take it too seriously.

I understand, my dearest little sprouts, it's rough, being a human is hard. Having to deal with these feelings, these experiences, it's not for the weak. Having to find a way to navigate life in general, combined with all the ups and downs it throws at you, it's not easy.

But after shifting for many, many lifetimes, after experiencing all kinds good and bad things, I stopped taking everything as seriously. And genuinely, I have never manifested this much, I've never been so aligned with myself and my desires.

This does not mean that some days aren't hard, that my feelings can't be overwhelming or sometimes I just want to escape this reality without expecting to ever come back.

But it's all just an experience. It's just, something I perceive, observe and ultimately it doesn't affect my existence in general.

When you shift your mindset from taking everything so personally, to a mindset where you appreciate and soak in the good things, but let the bad things slide off you, it becomes so much easier to live, but also to manifest and shift.

It's the whole ''Don't chase, attract,'' idea all over again.

An example of this is this;

A few weeks ago one of my friends asked me to manifest rain and let him know how long it would take me. I explained that I don't usually manifest to get something as quickly as possible, I just acknowledge what I want, and then let go of it.

So I decided I wanted it to rain, despite the weather app predicting sun and hot weather for at least another two weeks. It took like half a week, then there was a storm. Ever since it has been raining on and off, much more than it usually does around this time.

Rather than persist in needing it 'right now' when I manifested it, I just accepted that, because I wanted it, it would happen sooner or later. Which it did! No stress, no worries, no feeling like a failure.

Truly, you can shift in absolutely any way, you can manifest in absolutely any way. But don't make life feel too heavy. Find joy in even the smallest things. I know it's easy to be a glass half empty type of person, but that will not only make life very hard for yourself, but also risks you getting stuck in a vicious cycle of feeling worse and worse.

Life is just an experience, one out of an infinite amount you will get to observe. You're going to be okay💚

[pisshandkerchief]

"I'm sweating like a pig": scientifically innacurate (pigs don't sweat), mean (kind of implies you think pigs are gross :( not cool dawg)

"I'm sweating like a motherfucker: realistic. you probably would sweat if you fucked someone's mother. implies you've got game

[aniahvol3]

I love people who simultaneously understand:

Remmick is hot

But that in no way shape nor form excuses his actions

Remmick was oppressed

But that in no way shape nor form excuses his actions

Remmick is a beautifully written character with so many layers

But that in no way shape nor form excuses his actions

And Remmick is NOT the main point of the movie nor the best part

Nor is he a wet cat/misunderstood bc wtf no

Remmick is not A racist but he DOES excuse racism for his own selfish gain

Stack, Smoke, Annie, Pearline, Sammie, Slim, etc deserve way more of the spotlight bc IT'S THEIR OWN FUCKING MOVIE

and also that Annie is always right and no one should ever question her

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[aniahvol3]

ok a few ppl have said he's not hot n to clarify i mean that part for the ppl who are attracted to Jack O'Connell (I rlly like his other characters, remmick was wonderfully written but he sucks so I'm not gonna focus on him for my lil crush on Jack O'Connell, imma consume his other media) but if you don't think Remmick's hot, that's perfectly wonderful, that part only applies to Jack O'Connell fans :)

[comicgoth666]

For those of you who don't have/want Ao3 but you can also read it here

Darling It's Better, Down Where It's Wetter, Take It From Me (Leo Valdez x Daughter of Poseidon Reader)

CW: smut, choking, power play, playing with powers, biting, save a horse ride a cowboy, spit in mouth.

mi sirenita = My little mermaid

princesa del mar = sea ​​princess

amante = lover

estúpido = stupid

amada = beloved

mi niña bonita = my pretty girl

Te sientes tan fantástico = You feel so fantastic

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

You didn’t expect it to go this far. Really, you didn’t. It all started so damn innocently. Well, if you call pissing off your older brother after he got way too clingy and affectionate innocent…

Percy Jackson had initially been furious when you were finally claimed. You’d been at camp for years stuck in the Hermes Cabin, unclaimed and miserable as the years went on. Even more so when the Second Titan War came and went and still nothing. After the promise the gods made to claim their children, nothing. Then, the Second Giant War came and went, and a few weeks go by before a giant trident is floating over your head. He nearly flooded camp, he was so mad. Refused to talk to anyone, even Poseidon who tried to explain how not claiming you had been for your safety. If he claimed you, you’d be in trouble, you’d be killed.

All he seemed to notice was how close in age you two were.

It had been a few tense days around camp, in Cabin Three, before you broke down sobbing, apologizing for existing. Begging him not to hate you. Please please please. That seemed to get through to him, breaking him out of his funk.

“Never apologize for what the gods do. It’s not your fault. I don’t hate you…” After that night, he was incredibly protective and attached to you… to an annoying extent. You loved him, you did, but gods was he smothering. He had Estelle as his baby sister, but you were right there over the summer. You knew it was just projection. That’s all it was. That didn’t make it any less annoying.

But how did that lead you here?

Bubbles under the cold water, a warm throat under your hand, sand digging into your knees as you rode your dear friend to Tartarus and back.

Leo Valdez was Percy’s friend first, but you two had become quicker and better friends then those two ever were. Your brother was chill at first with the two of you hanging around each other. Sitting on the porch of Cabin Three together, trying to eat meals together even though you weren’t allowed at each others tables, inside jokes, pranks. It’s when he started touching you, hugs, shoulder bumps, arm over the shoulder, that Percy got twitchy about it all. Suddenly, Leo wasn’t just a friend to you. He wasn’t Percy’s friend. He was a guy getting way too touchy with his little sister, and guys only want one thing.

“Percy, I love you, but please leave us alone.” You tried to politely get him out of Bunker Nine while you and Leo tried to work on a glitter bomb to retaliate against the Stoll brothers after their sea foam bomb they set off on your bunk in Cabin Three. All in good fun, really.

“Unless you want to get glitter down your pants.” Leo playfully threatened as he loaded the chamber with the rainbow colored hell. “We gotta do a test first and there’s only so much space behind the bomb shield. So scoot, Perc.” Percy stood still, eyes burning into the two of you, clearly not buying it. Leo twisted the cap on the tester bomb and pulled you by your camp shirt behind the explosion shield, very deliberately slowly to give Percy a chance to leave quickly. He had to spend the rest of the day covered in the rainbow/holo mixture… and for a full month after, too…

And that’s just how he started acting.

You and Leo were sitting shoulder to shoulder while discussing a new prank? Percy was either right next to you or shouldering his way between the two of you.

You and Leo were basically sitting in each others lap at the campfire and innocently talking? Percy’s picking you up to sing and dance to the more upbeat music.

You and Leo were whispering and laughing to each other? Percy needed to know what you were talking about and laugh along with you guys.

It got to the point you stopped him from leaving the cabin one morning.

“What is your deal?” He could easily pick you up and move you from the doorway, but he let you stand there with your arms crossed.

“You’re gonna need to specify for me.” He sat back down on his bed for this inquisition.

“What’s your deal with me and Leo? I thought he was your friend. Why are you so anal about our friendship?”

“Cuz he’s a guy and your my baby sister. I could’ve known him for a hundred years and still feel the same way. I’d probably feel even stronger about it because I know him.”

“He’s the nicest guy I know.” Percy rolls his eyes at that. “He’s honest with me. He’s sweet to me.”

“Oh please…”

“He does the bare minimum and beyond which is more then I can say about you or the other guy friends of mine that you don’t seem to have an issue with.”

“He’s a guy! I know what he’s thinking! I’ve seen the way he looks at you. For all you know he could just be trying to get into your pants!”

“Newsflash, Jackson! I’ve been a girl my whole life! I know when a guy is interested in me. Especially guy friends. Girls aren’t as oblivious as you boys! Do you know how many guy friends I’ve lost because they were into me and they started getting weird about it? TONS! So so-rry for wanting to have a guy friend I can be as close with as my girl friends.” With that, you stomped out of your cabin, not waiting for whatever excuse or apology he had on his lips for you.

Sure, you maybe might kinda sorta have an itty bitty crush on the son of Hephaestus.

And maybe you spent one to a billion lonely nights you got to yourself with your hands down your pants thinking about him. His deceptively strong, thin arms easily picking you up, manhandling you down onto one of his work tables in Bunker Nine and working you open with his bony, nimble fingers. Soft, sweet, dirty nothings in English and Spanish and Ancient Greek mixing in your brain, imagining what his voice would sound like in the moment.

Or thinking about tying him to your bunk on a dark stormy night and seeing just how many noises you could draw from him. Having him build toys just for you to use them on him so you could break him, build him back up with sweet words and affirmations, before breaking him again.

Or thinking about him finding you like that in your bed… sliding in next to you and helping.

Would he be domineering and have a deep voice mumbling in your ear, or would he be so soft and submissive? Would he pin you down? Would he shake as you blew him? Would he make you cry overstimulated tears? Was he a crymaxer? Would he let you take charge? Would he burn and mark you if you asked?

It all would swim in your head at night then you’d keep a straight face as you sat near him and laughed along with his jokes during the day. You should’ve felt bad about it, your feelings, but you didn’t. They were normal and natural. But, you refused to act on them, not wanting to ruin the friendship.

Yes, you weren’t stupid. You saw the looks he gave you, but at least he was respectful. He followed your lead with touch and jokes and all of that, never crossing the boundaries you’d set. He had his days when he was more obvious with his looks, like when you wore that one green top when working mixed with that very elastic bra that made your tits bounce with every small movement. Or when you convinced him to take that yoga class the Hypnos cabin had organized that was a weirdly wonderful success, and he wouldn’t stop staring at your ass in those pants.

You noticed the days he would lean into your touch. The days he’d touch you way more then usual. The lingering looks at your lips as he spoke.

You were not stupid.

You didn’t want to stop being friends with him, didn’t want to be his girlfriend really, but you absolutely knew you wanted to fuck him. Would he even be down with a friends with benefits thing? Or would he unfortunately turn out to be one of those guys. ‘Chill’ guys who get into those kind of FWB relationships just to get with the girl then a few months in try and claim it’s love and pull out a ring. Just hurts everyone in the end.

No.

He was a nice boy. A nineteen year old who’s already saved the world several times over, but still a teenager. A guy with wants and ‘needs’, but mature enough know to hold back. You knew he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, you just needed to put some feelers out to see if you could take this to the next level safely. And make sure Percy never found out.

You knew for a fact he’d drown the poor boy…

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

“Oh, Leo~” You sang out, both hoping he was and wasn’t in the main forges. You hoped he was there so you didn’t have to walk all the way to Bunker Nine and could get the ball rolling on your plan. You hoped he wasn’t so you could walk to Bunker Nine and have some privacy for it.

“Yes, mi sirenita?”His voice came from the gray camp van that gave out yesterday. The Camp Half-Blood logo and paint a bit scuffed with age and typical demigod wear and tear. His work boots and lower half of his coveralls were peaking out from under the slightly lifted van laying on one of those wheely things. What did he say they were called again? Creepers. It was a creeper.

Mi sirenita. My little mermaid. A nickname that he started calling you not too long ago that weirdly gave you butterflies. It was so simple, and yet…

“Just making sure your here. And your working alone?” A gauging question. If he was alone, that made this easier.

“Yup! Cabin Nine is working on the end of summer firework show and I agreed to be the one to finish up the van.” You quietly locked the main forge door behind you.

“You really hate fireworks?” You tried to be as quiet as possible as you went to the back door and locked that next. Complete privacy. You knew the real reason he hadn’t gone to work on the fireworks. Or, more accurately, was exempt from ever working on explosives ever.

“Nah, I love fireworks, princesa del mar. But, I love them a little too much. You know how I get when I’m excited. Or distracted…” He grunted as something made a chunk sound from where he was. “But, you already know that. You here to keep me company then?”

“Mmhmm.” You hum as you walk to stand over him, watching the little movements his hips and feet made as he tried to figure out what was wrong beyond the van just being old and worn down. “Don’t need my favorite boy getting bored.” He pauses at your words. You knew he liked being complemented in his regular day to day, so you just wanted to see how much you could push it. He started working again, slower.

“I’m your favorite boy? Thought that was Tyson.” True. You loved your cyclops brother and his harpy girlfriend, Ella dearly.

“He’s my favorite brother. He’s far less annoying then Percy. Speaking of Percy… I asked him what his deal was about you.” You step one foot over him so you were properly over him, your new blue and pearl beaded flowy skirt almost reached where he was laying as you held the skirt up a bit. It was gorgeous and moved like water with each step you took. And, it had pockets!

“And? What’d he say?” Another grunt, another chunk sound.

“That you’re a boy.” He snorts at that. Obviously he was a boy. “He said he saw the way you looked at me.” Another pause. From what you could see, his whole body went rigid.

“Oh yeah…? And… how do I look at you?” You hum, pretending to think.

“Well, you look at me like I’m a prime rib steak when you think I’m not looking. Drooling all over your work when I bend over. Staring at my tits when I wear that one low green top. Oh, but how would I know, I’m not looking, remember?” He slid out from under the van only to find you over him, leaning on the hood to look down at him. “Hi.”

“Hi…” His face was gorgeous. All flushed with his blush and dirty with grease. His black, tight curls were pulled back and tied off. His gray undershirt was soaked with his sweat. He was a working man in a working mans uniform. And gods above and below, did you love a man in uniform. You slowly sunk down to sit on his lap. He instinctively places one hand on your hip, whispering your name. “What are you doing?”

“Sitting. I got tired of standing. These shoes are pretty and all, but gods they’re killer on my feet.” You made a point to remove the nice shoes and rub your heels. They were a gift from Drew of all people. She was a decent girl when you got to know her, and if you had some crazy tea to spill. “You’re not gonna make me stand the whole time are you, pretty boy?” His face was unreadable at that, but you felt something twitch under you. Your little plan was working. “Don’t let me stop you from your work.”

“What—” He tried to sit up before you pushed him back down, using your hips to push him and the creeper back under the van.

“Work.” You said it more forcefully with a roll of your hips. You were face to face with the grill of the van, thanking the gods it was cleaned almost obsessively by Argus, as you slowly, oh so slowly, rolled your hips into his. You took pride in the way his cock twitched to life in his coveralls under you, the little whimpers of your name he made. “Fuck. Tell me to stop, Leo. Tell me to stop and leave and I will.” He clearly wasn’t working on the damn van anymore as one hand held the floor and the other held your hip, gripping it so tightly you knew it would bruise.

“Don’t… don’t stop. Please, sirenita. Don’t stop.”

“Good boy.” That earned you a buck of his hips and a shuttering cry of your name. You pushed against the grill to get the creeper from under the vehicle and the reaction was immediate. He shot up and held you so close as he moved your hips faster, harder. He buried his face into your cut up camp shirt as he muttered and whined. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” He nodded against your chest so pathetically, unable to speak as he was nearing his climax so quickly. The excitement wasn’t helping things last, but you didn’t care. He was a clever enough boy to make this last well beyond his own orgasm.

“A-ah! ‘m gon—” He didn’t even get to finish as his hips stuttered and smoke rose from his hair. He slumped against you as he tried to even his breathing.

“Did my favorite boy cum?” You waved the smoke from your face, trying not to get too much in your eyes. He nodded again, his grease and now tear covered face smearing all over your previously clean camp shirt. “Good. Good boy.” You stood, looking down at the wet stain you and he created on his coveralls. His wet face as he shuddered, back against the grill. Despite the tears, he was smiling. “What’s on your mind, pretty boy?”

He reached his hands out, making a grabby motion for you. You pressed two fingers to your lips then to his forehead, an indirect kiss.

“Nope. You need to finish working.” He whined so nicely for you, you almost gave in and sat back in his lap just to cuddle him more. “I’ll be right over here, baby. Get it done and you’ll get all the cuddles.” You jumped up onto a cleaned off work table and laid on it, one leg hanging off and watching him jump back into his work with a renewed energy.

He was so cute when he worked. He was much quieter then he’d ever been, not uttering a single word as he worked before the hiss of the jack let you know the van was being set back on the ground. He was up and checking it over quickly before turning towards you expectantly.

“Turn it on. Let’s see if you did it.” He jumped in the drivers seat of the car before beckoning you over to stand in the open door. He turned the key and the engine roared to life, not a single sputter or rattle was heard. “Good boy.” You pet his still smoking head before he grabbed you into his lap, your back to the wheel, and his hot lips on your colder ones.

Up close he smelt like campfires and s’mores and a hint of that hot sauce he feeds Festus. His mouth felt like kissing a soft, warm water bottle if that made any sense, nice and calming as you held it to your face and the warmth spread to your chest. His hands were so calloused from work and they danced along your back under your shirt. He was greedy with his affection, trying to devour you with his mouth, his arms and hands grasping and clinging to every part of you you let him touch. He bucked his hips back up to you, ready for a round two.

“So needy.” You tease. The van engine was still running, but thanks to the forges ventilation system, you didn’t fear carbon monoxide poisoning.

“Need you. Why…” He was trying to find his words as you met his hips, giving him what his body was asking for. “Why are you doing this?”

“You want me to stop?” You tease, knowing full well the hands up your shirt won’t let you leave. He shook his head so desperately.

“No. Please don’t. Just… why?”

“Cuz I wanna fuck my best friend.” You swiveled your hips down just right to make his head hit the head rest so hard as he moaned your name. You moved one of your hands down his undershirt and down to where his coveralls were coming untied. “And cuz I can’t keep my hands out of my panties when I think of you. Even when were chilling together, I just wanna ride you. Every joke you make, everything you create, every little smile you give me. I just can’t help myself. You’re such a good friend to me, and I really need your dick.” You unzipped the last bit of the soaked coveralls to see his equally soaked briefs, green and tented and so so ready for you to just take them off. He stops your hands. He’s shaking like a leaf under you.

“Is… Is this a one time thing? Just to get me off your mind?” You lean in close to his ear, your chest pressed together.

“Gods no. You can have me whenever and wherever you want me. I wanna be able to corner you when I feel like it and just suck your dick, just to have you in my mouth. I want you to bend me over your work table and finger the shit out of me just cuz you’re fucking bored or want me to cum all over your newest project. I want you to lay me down and just fuck me, Valdez. Whenever, wherever.” His lips attached to your neck and you stop him. “No marks. You can’t mark me. Not yet.” His warm hands got hotter as he slipped further and further down to your knees to grab the bottom of your skirt, only to slide back up up up until he met where your underwear would be if you were wearing any.

“… can I fuck you on the hood? Please?” You nod and let him carry you out, only letting you go to grab a thick cloth to put over the now over heated hood. It was such a sweet gesture, immediately contrasted by his rough hands forcing you face down onto the rumbling hood. You weren’t some blushing virgin, and you know he wasn’t either from what he told you about his short lived romance with the ex-titaness Calypso when he was sixteen, so you shouldn’t be so flustered as you heard his coveralls drop to the ground, and yet…

You peer over your shoulder to catch a look at his cock and shudder. It was nice and curved, maybe six inches? Five and a half? All of his body fat seemed to have been sent down south because jeepers. The girth made your mouth water, imagining what it would feel like stretching you out. His hot hand pressed into your back and forced you back down, pulling your skirt up and over your ass.

“Stay down, mi princesa sirena. I’m gonna… ‘repay’ you for my little gift earlier.” His fingers rubbed against your wet folds. He sunk his fingers in, gods they were so hot inside you, and you tried so hard not to collapse as he rubbed your clit. Curling fingers and rubbing thumb as he sunk to his knees to be face to face with your pussy. You could already hear the ‘wet daughter of Poseidon’ jokes already on his lips.

You rock your hips back at one delicious curl of his fingers. It felt like he was lighting your pussy on fire as a tight coil built just below your stomach.

“Ffffuck! Leo!” You could hear him whimper as he sped up his fingers, making your legs shake. The rumbling of the engine vibrated your whole body as the coil snapped, your orgasm hitting you harder then when you were alone. “Leo~” You whine as he dives right into you, not giving you a second to calm down as he eagerly ate you out, his cock rubbing against your calf as he humped your leg like a dog. “G-g-good boy. Such a good boy. Gods, my good boy. All mine.” He whined, sucking on your clit. Your legs were giving out as he overstimulated your poor pussy.

“All yours. ‘m all yours, amante.” He mumbled, to busy drowning in you to fully pull away. Your head was swimming, your chest shuddered as your legs shook.

The doors of the forge rattled. Leo didn’t stop his kissing and sucking and licking.

“Better cum quick.” He added his fingers into your soaked pussy. “They’ll unlock the doors soon.” The added stimulation was so much. So wonderful. His hands were so hot and rough and strong as he held you up with ease.

“C-cumming! ‘m cumming!” You tried to be quiet as you shake and orgasm on his tongue, squirting all over his face. You hadn’t squirted in forever. You let yourself sink against the hood as you feel Leo’s cock twitch. He stood and stroked it just once, twice, three times and he sprayed on the front inside of your skirt, a few drops hitting the back of your thighs like molten lava. He flipped your skirt back down before shoving you into the drivers side of the van and pulling up his coveralls, throwing the thick cloth off of the hood and onto the ground to cover the wet spot you’d made, and slipped behind the van just as the doors opened.

“Hey, what gives, Valdez! We don’t lock the door unless we’re locking up.” Nyssa Barrera made her way towards the running van. She put one hand on her hip, the other held a clipboard, more focused on the van then on you. “You got her working?”

“Yup!” Leo walked out from behind the van casually in brand new, wet stain free coveralls, wiping his face under the guise of getting the grease and oil off. Nyssa looked at you. One glance in what little reflection you could see in the door mirror showed how flushed you were, your breathing heavy. All of this was easily hidden by waving your hand at your face. The forges were always too hot for most people, so it was easy to play it off as over heating. She politely waved her clipboard, blowing as cool air as she could.

“Hey, estúpido. Your girlfriend’s gonna over heat with you keeping her cooped up in here. Why is she here anyways?”

“I wanted to keep him company.” You smile at her brightly. Leo leaned against the van, matching your smile. Just the poster children of innocence.

“Yeah, since you jerks decided to kick me out of the Bunker for the week, miss ma’am here was nice enough to keep me company.” He stuck his tongue out her. She returned the gesture. Ah, family.

You could feel the places Leo touched get warm and itchy. He burned you. Your hips, up your back, even your pussy was starting to hurt a little. Most of it was easy to hide from Percy, he wasn’t exactly going to see your more intimate bits. A quick dip in the Sound and you’d be healed up in no time. But, the happy feeling and the buzzing pleasure didn’t stop you from planning your revenge on the fire user.

Oh how sweet it would be.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

And that’s how you found yourself here, a week later, running from your brother with your best friend to hide away in a cove some of the nicer nymphs of Long Island Sound showed you one day to hide from Percy. Leo’s throat under your hands, bubbles disturbing the surface as you kept his head under the water, knees digging into the sand, his cock finally in you and rubbing all the beautifully wonderful spots in your pussy as you bounce on it like you’d die if you stopped. You were convinced you would die without his cock now that you had it.

Over the past week, it had been nothing but teasing and touching in dark corners and quick moments away from crowds.

A quick blowjob hidden in the stables after bribing the horses and pegasi with extra apples and sugar to keep them from spilling to Percy.

Hands down each others pants in Cabin Nine, trying to get each other off as fast as possible before his siblings returned from their jobs across camp.

Kissing and grinding in Bunker Nine, making his whine and beg so pretty for you.

The few long periods you get where he just kneels or lays between your legs and worships you.

The occasional ass swat or grab or quick kiss when no one was looking.

All the while you were planning your revenge on your perfect little Leo for those nice little burns he gave you. And you got it after you finally got caught. You hadn't planned on getting caught, obviously, but you were just too damn distracted.

The two of you were in Cabin Three, his cock down your throat as you go cross eyed from the way it hit the back of your throat, his strong hands in your hair, a nice knee board he had gotten and a lovely little vibrator he’d made you. How sweet he was to you.

“Gods, your throat is amazing. Fuck.” His hips were relentless, his grip in your hair didn’t loosen as he grunted your name over and over. You were supposed to have at least an hour to yourselves while Percy played sword teacher for some new kids, so Leo was taking his time with your mouth. Slow and almost passionate like he was making love to your throat at times before suddenly becoming rough and fast, more like a hate fuck. You’d already cum several times over, thighs shaking as the little but powerful device never let up on your clit and in your pussy as you tried to either get more friction or run from the sensation.

The only noise you could make was a messy GAWK GAWK GAWK sound as he sped up his hips again.

“That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said all day.” You scratched his thighs at that and that did it for him. He hissed and held you right down to the base as he shot down your throat. It was so salty and so much and it was amazing as it filled your stomach and mouth. “Goooood girl. There’s a good girl.” His hand in your hair loosened, less tugging and more of a pet as he slowly pulled out, letting you breathe properly. He leaned down and turned off the vibrator and fixed your skirt, making you more presentable as he helped you stand.

“‘ank you. ‘ank you.” Gentle kisses were placed all over your face.

“You’re welcome, amante. Anything for my favorite girl.” He held your face so gently. You nuzzle into the touch. He held you so close. So gently.

‘So warm…’ You thought blissfully as he massaged down your arms and back until he reached your ass and squeezed gently.

“Ex-cuse me?” You hadn’t noticed when the front door to the cabin had opened, but one angry Percy Jackson was suddenly standing there filling the doorway, sword in hand. The back door was locked, you knew that, and Percy could easily cross the room and decapitate Leo before you even flip the lock. Your only option was the salt water fountain.

Percy had his little tricks thanks to your father, and you had yours.

You slowly move your hand low as Percy gave you both an earful. ‘This is inappropriate’, ‘how could you’, ‘I’m gonna kill you, Valdez’, and on and on.

“Perseus Jackson.” His full name and your stern tone made him shut up for just a second. “I’m nineteen. I fuck. And you can’t really stop that, can you? Stop being weird and leave me alone.” With a flick of your wrist, You and Leo are engulfed in salt water, pulled back and down down down deeper then you knew the fountain was until you felt the brackish water of the Sound surround you. One look once you hit the surface and you saw the lovely little sanctuary of your cove.

It was just a little area of sand, separated from everything by large rocks all around. To get here you either had to swim a long ways around the Sound or climb the very sharp and very slippery rocks, which made it a perfect nymph and daughter of Poseidon hiding spot. They showed it to you a week or so after you were claimed, as long as you promised to never tell your brother. They didn’t exactly trust that he wasn’t more like his father then he claimed to be. You’d never brought anyone here, but this spot would be perfect. Percy didn’t know about it, Leo wouldn’t snitch, and you got him all to yourself with no one around to bother you.

Save for some Peeping Tom nymphs and satyrs, but it was a small price to pay for this little bit of Elysium. And for some sweet revenge.

Once you dragged him to shore, you made sure to dry him off with a single touch. Well, rather a kiss. And not just a single one.

Up and down his neck, never meeting his lips as you sucked marks into the soft skin. The secret was out so you needed to make up for lost time and hickies, not letting him settle for a moment. He was already hard from the adrenaline and the attention you gave him. One of your hands slid down to the front of his pants and squeezed.

“Is my good boy already hard? You perv. You just shot down my throat and you already want more?” His whines were like nectar to your ears. Apollo himself could never make a song more beautiful then the sound you could pull from this man. “You want more, pretty boy? Just say the word. Use your big boy words.”

“Need you. Please.” How could you say no to that?

“You got a blanket in there?” You grab his tool belt and shake it slightly. He nods, eyes lidded as he trembles for you. So sweet. “Good. Pull it out, lay it down, and lay down on it. Right here on the waters edge.” He pulled out a small blue and green afghan throw blanket and laid it right where the water lapped at the sand. It wasn’t very big, but it would keep the sand off of his back. This was revenge, yes, but you still wanted him comfortable before you broke him down.

Was your planned revenge far more extreme then his little burns he gave you that you healed almost immediately? Yes. Yes it was.

Was it going to be so so so worth it? Given the way he watched you from his spot on the blanket, the brackish water lapping at the top of his head and wetting his curls once more, it absolutely was.

“Condoms?” He dug into his belt so quickly, like he was waiting for the command, before pulling out an Eros branded box of condoms. Ribbed for pleasure both inside and out, covered with various fruit scented and flavored water based lube, and ultra thin ‘like you’re not even wearing it’ it bragged. You open it and find your favorite fruit scent and look down at him, eyebrow raised before tsk-ing and shaking your head.

“Silly boy… you’re still dressed. I can’t fuck you with your pants on. They’re gonna get… wet.” He stood and stripped so fast for you, while you remained in your Cabin Three specific camp shirt and nice skirt, a purple version of the one you’d worn that first time a week ago. You bought them in bulk after you first got them because they were just so damn comfy and you had the drachma for it. And it didn’t hurt that Leo seemed to love how they gave him easy access to you. He knelt back on the blanket, looking up at you with those big damn doe eyes, basically begging you to do something.

You’d seen him naked before during those few times you got longer then a hour to explore each other, but gods was it a treat every damn time he undressed. A light dusting of black hair that had been growing and darkening across his chest and arms and legs and face the older he got. The nice thick bush that surrounded his cock, black curls that trailed up into a lovely little happy trail that thinned and stopped just under his belly button. You with you’d had a camera to immortalize his beautiful bouncing cock and sharp features.

“Such a good boy. Lay back down and let me take care of you.” He does as asked and lets you roll the condom down his cock. You give him a few strokes, teasing him. “Ready, baby?” He nods enthusiastically. You’d come to find he was silent during the build up until your finally got to the main course. In your hands, down your throat, between your thighs. He got so damn vocal unless his mouth was otherwise occupied. He seemed to know that your pussy was his main course right now and held his breath as you crawled slowly slowly slowly up his body until your legs were on other side of his hips, knees digging into the sand.

“Please. Don’t tease me, baby.” You place a hand to his throat, not squeezing, but just warning him. A gentle touch to let him know who was in charge right now.

“Shush you. I’m the one doing all the work, so lay back and be grateful.” You tried to put on your more commanding tone, wanting to keep him as submissive as possible. He nods, leaning his head back and exposing his soft parts to you. “Good boy. You’re my good boy. Now, say thank you.”

“Thank yo— OOOOO!” You sunk down on his cock, finally getting it in you after a full week of what you would call teasing basically now that you felt it stretch you out so nicely. The lube on the condom made you feel tingly as you grind down, swiveling your hips and moaning as his thick pubes rub against your clit. His shaking hands gripped your thighs tightly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so so so much!”

You force his hands above his head, water wrapping around them and holding him still.

“No touching. You, Mister Man, burned me last week. Marked me after I said not to. Little rule breakers like you need to learn their lessons on how to listen.” You willed the tide up and up and up, leaving a U shape around his head clear. His eyes went wide as you added your second hand to his throat, still not adding pressure, and only gave one slow bounce on his cock, letting him suck in a deep breath from the friction before you let the water you pulled in cover his face.

Bubbles rose as he released the air, eyes closed and trying to speak. You hold for a second once the bubbles stop before making the U around him again. He spluttered and gasped, his cock inside you never flagging, before he opened his eyes again, looking up at you so bleary eyed.

“You good?” You wanted to make sure he was alright with this. You could always get revenge another way if this was too much for him. He nods enthusiastically under your hands.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes, sirenita. Mi amante. Mi amada. Fuck me, please. I’ll be so good. That was so hot. Please.” How could you refuse your precious boy.

“Take a deep breath for me.” He does as he’s told and down went the water. Slowly, you gave another bounce. His cock hit that sweet spot inside you, making heat pool where it hit. This was perfect. All he was at the moment was just this dick and you took full advantage of that.

Another bounce.

Another.

Again and again until you finally set a pace, fast and hard and sloppy, as you chased your own high. You waited a moment after the bubbles stop, letting him use his hands when he was under to tap out if he needed, and pulled it away again, not stopping your hips. All he could say once he could breathe and speak again was your name. Over and over and over before you slammed down, cumming on his cock, rocking your way through it.

“Ssssuch a good boy. So good. So fucking good. If you stay good, I’ll let you fuck me nice and proper.” His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“Yes! Thank you, amante. Mi amante perfecta.” He bit his lower lip as his eyes flitted to your shirt. The Cabin Three camp shirt was pretty similar to the regular ones, but the pegasus was a hippocampus and it was a lovely sea blue-green instead of orange and read CABIN THREE right under CAMP HALF-BLOOD. You know he definitely wasn’t admiring the nice design on your chest.

“You wanna see my tits, baby?”

“Please?” You slip your shirt and bra off, giving him a full view of your breasts. He whimpered at the sight. “Wanna watch ‘em bounce. Please, mi niña bonita.” A slow roll of your hips drew such pretty noises from him.

“Oh, but I’m so sensitive, baby. And it’s your stupid toy and dick’s fault.” You swat at his chest, giving another roll of your hips. His fingers twitched to touch you again, but he knew better then to disobey you.

“‘m sorry, baby…”

“You can touch ‘em if you want. Let me cool down a bit. Touch. Only. Don’t get up.” You leaned over him to let him have a better vantage to grab and grope you without sitting up. His nimble fingers always knew how to roll your nipples and squeeze your breasts just right. Being a mechanic paid off, and sleeping with one paid off in dividends. “Open.” He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out for you, letting you dribble one slow strand of spit into his mouth, connecting the two of you for a moment before he swallowed. You were sure if you asked him to do anything while his cock was inside of you, he’d do it no question no matter the risk.

“Please move, sirenita. Please.” You hummed, pretending to think.

“I dunno. I’m really comfy like this.” Another roll of your hips and a squeeze of your pussy. You watched his eyes roll back into his head. “Do you want me to move? Or, do you need me to move?”

“Need. Definitely need you to move. Please, you’re blue ballin’ me here, amante.” He tried to lift his hips to make some friction only for thin whips of water to slide up his body, holding him down at his hips and arms and legs. The whips kept his hands against your breasts both to let him keep feeling his prize and give him a chance to tap out if need be. More like honk out, but still.

“Better cum quick then. And take a deep breath for me.” Again the water covers his face as you move the water whips to massage his heating skin, cooling him as you began to move again. The bubbling under the water was more from the heat of his breath then his breath itself as you tried to keep his body heat down. ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ slipped into your mind as you rode him like he was a prize bull, trying to get him to cum as fast as possible.

Suddenly, everything felt very very good. The ultra thin, ribbed for pleasure condoms seemed to be doing their job as you could feel more of his warmth inside your soaked pussy. It really did start to feel like ‘you’re not even wearing it’.

“So big, baby.” You scratched down his chest, watching the red lines raise. More marks for him.

More marks.

He needed way more marks, you decided.

You lean into the water, now flush against him and attach your teeth to his neck, biting and sucking and licking and loving the vibrations from his throat.

You were losing your concentration as the position made his cock hit that sweet spot all the better. You barely noticed the water receding until Leo had you on your stomach with your ass up in the air, face half in the wet sand, half on the afghan, and fucking into you like an animal in heat.

Gods, he was so warm and loud above you.

“Such a good girl, princesa. So wet and tight for me. Te sientes tan fantástico. So good. So so so so so— FUCK!” One good, final thrust and everything went white for a good minute.

You came to to him slowly pulling out of your sensitive pussy and the worst thing one could hear after sex.

“Uh-oh…” His voice was very quiet as he said that. You could feel the excessive wetness of your sloppy pussy dripping down your legs. Your legs were shaking too much to get up from the sand and look at what the issue was.

“What ‘uh-oh’, Valdez?” You hear a wet, plastic sound and watched with a mixture of horror and amusement as an absolutely destroyed and cum soaked condom came into view. “Oh, that ‘uh-oh’. I thought I was wetter then usual.”

“This isn’t funny!”

“It kinda is.” You lifted up shakily from the sand. “Don’t freak out, Hermes Express Catalogue has a pharmacy section. I think they have some godly Plan-B. Hopefully some birth control too if you’re gonna burn through the condoms.” You lean against his chest and let him watch you slip your skirt up and dip your fingers into your still buzzing cunt and scoop some of his cum out, happily humming as you place it on your tongue to taste more of him.

“I’d be so turned on if I wasn’t so scared.” He mumbled into your skin. You laugh.

“It’ll be fine, Valdez. Trust me.” He sucked the first hickey he could in the past week into your skin, making you hum even louder. He was so warm and sweet to you, it was hard to panic about anything. “It’s kinda hot, though. You getting so turned on you couldn’t control yourself. You’ll have to wait a bit to fuck me like that again. Gotta find that catalogue and keep Percy from drowning you in the mean time.” He groans as you lean into his shoulder, tilting your head back and opening your eyes to see…

On top of the rock was a group of naiads, dryads, and nereids, all watching you two with hungry eyes and heavy breathing. You knew, just knew, you’d get Peeping Tom nymphs.

And you thought the gods were freaks…

Ah well, you weren’t too fussed about the nice ladies watching. At least they knew who he belonged to.

“C’mon. Let’s get going. Maybe we can find the naughty section in the catalogue and you can pick out some lingerie for me.” He perked up at that, carrying you into the water.

“I’m gonna get you a little nighty and some thongs! Maybe even one of those sheer, fuzzy robes. Give you the sexy housewife ensemble. We can play house since you’ll have Cabin Three all.” He kissed your neck. “To.” Another kiss to your cheek. “Your.” Another kiss square on the lips. "Self."

“What, you’ll be the hard working husband coming home to a doting little wife on her back for you?” He smiles and nods as the water finally meets his chest. You moved the currents a bit as some whips of water grab the abandoned clothes and blanket. “Then I get to get a strap for you.”

“Strap?” You pat his cheek as he looked confused, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted.

“It’ll be a surprise then. You’ll love it. Trust me, okay baby?”

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