𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 :: the guys’ reactions to overhearing you say smash when they’re mentioned.
𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: percy j. luke c. leo v. jason g. frank z. connor s. travis s. will s.
𝑐𝑤 :: mildly suggestive.
𝑎𝑛 💬 :: i’m drowning in requests, but i wanted to also do some of my own prompts, so here’s this little thing <333 also, poorly proofread :>
— 𝑝ercy 𝑗ackson 🌊
it happened during capture the flag. percy’s exhausted after it all. winner or loser all he cared for was cooling down and hitting the showers. so to say that you, unashamed you btw, just casually mutter smash as he passes by your friend group, allas shirtless; drying his sweat away with the cloth that was covering his abs and back muscles the whole game. “he’s such a smash, i can’t even lie.” to which you’re earned a light smack on the head from your sibling as he turns you away from perce’s now bewildered gaze that just kept looking at you “you’re shameless.” your sibling muttered, pinching his nose bridge. “he looks like a guy from a surfing commercial who works summers as a lifeguard at the beach, and he’s posideon’s son! cut me some slack.” later, as he showered away dirt and sweat from his tanned skin, percy couldn’t help but imagine the said smashing while he let the warm water wash away the knots from his muscles.
— 𝑙uke 𝑐astellan 🗡️
he’s always known he was that guy, okay? sure, he had a tough upbringing. but being one of the best fighters in the camp and a demigod child whose godly parent actually doted on them a lot (for the better or worse), it got a guy some advantage, you know. plus his looks. his brooding bad boy look always reeled admirers in. still, luke didn’t think of that the moment you oh-so-confidently said you’d smash him. “castellan? smash. i’d lick his washboard abs for days on end.” he paused. turning to the voice. his eyes landing on you. a girl known for her…usually closed off nature, now gossiping with your friends about him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “he isn’t even all that.” he saw you roll your eyes as a guy from another cabin butted into the conversation. “and you’re the judge of that…since when?” luke half smirked at your snarky response. finidng your defense of him adorable as he focused back on sparring. he should really give you that ‘licking his abs for days’ chance, huh?
— 𝑙eo 𝑣aldez 🔥
“leo valdez’s such a smash, not gonna lie.” those words made leo pause work with his hammer, lifting his goggled face and looking around. his only possible source landing on you. okay, there were like a bunch of half-bloods walking around his workshop window whilst he was working. but he knew it was you, leo could recognize your voice from a mile away. your sweet, soft, melodic, and mind-melting, boner rising – you get it, voice. a derpy smile made its way onto hephaestus’ son as he admired you walking with your friends to the pavilion. “gosh, princess, i’d smash your cervix if you let me,” he muttered quietly, completely and derpily smitten. which earned a gag from his sibling who was working next to him. “ewww. inside thoughts bro.” “oh, i definitely want to be inside of her, 100%.”
— 𝑗ason 𝑔race ⚡
when jason heard you gushing over him and telling you’d “smash him in a heartbeat,” he didn’t…know it was admiration and gushing. not at all. zeus’ son was convinced you meant smash like hit him, as in you had some beef with him that he had no clue about! it all happened earlier that day, “i’d smash grace in a heartbeat.” you whispered, but unknown to you, he heard, stopping the polishing of his blade completely. which led to now, in the posideon cabin with a laughing percy hitting his shoulder lightly. percy says your name before continuing, “she said smash, yeah?” jason nodded. “jace, she meant like…sexually.” that made the older guy raise a brow “i don’t want to be assaulted.” “no–!” ten minutes later, and jason was confused and flushed in a whole other way. adjusting his glasses and stammering lightly as he turned to posideon’s son. “so, how do i go about this? it’s ungentlemanly to just…take even if she said she would and is offering. i think i should ask her out on a date, or three, before we officially smash, if she’s in the mood to, of course!” oh well, percy was not explaining any further, he just gave the boy another pat before politely kicking him out of his cabin as he felt a migraine coming. “yeah, you go get her, tiger. respectfully, y’know? like: ‘may i slide inith your velveth walls, madam?’ that’ll do it.” “what, perseus, wait–”
— 𝑓rank 𝑧hang 🏹
oh frank, poor frank. he was even more flustered than jason. unlike the son of zeus, zhang knew what the word meant, and his face just lit aflame when he heard you direct it towards him. he was flattered. i mean, he noticed you around a few times and liked how kind you were to him. “zhang’s such a smash, bet he’d just lift me up and we’d do it standing the whole time!” frank nearly chocked on his spit as he heard your words, his brown eyes following the giggly you out of the training area as you left with your just-as-giddy girl friends who were ushering you about how good of a couple the two of you would be! it wasn’t brought up again until you were injured during training a few days later. frank rushed over to you, scooping you up in his arms and getting you to the infirmary. after you were looked over and left alone with him, he mustered up all his courage and said: “now that you saw my strength firsthand while carrying you, still think we could do it standing the whole time?” now it was your turn to become crimson in the face. breath hitching as he leaned in, his opposing figure being so gentle with you in that moment, his lips gently resting on your forehead.
— 𝑐onnor 𝑠toll 🪙
cue to loonytunens heart eyes and practically floating after you before being pulled back by his older brother. though not even travis could get him out of his lovesick delusions, as you, the girl he’s liked and annoyed with his shenanigans since day one, said you’d smash him. sure, it was a bit of a reluctant smash, but conner noticed the way your eyes lingered to him and the blush that coated your cheeks as you noticed him already looking at you. “connor stoll? well, yeah…yeah, i’d smash.” obviously, the reluctance came from a place of uncertainty as he was a notorious prankster and whatnot. but when he overheard you? he felt like he could ascend into space. conner liked liked you, that’s why he teased you the most and always hid your stuff. when your eyes met his heart skipped a beat (or three), and so did his dick ngl. “not now, brother. i need to get l-a-i-d by my g-i-r-l.” was all the younger prankster said before sprinting after you like possessed, slipping as he rounded the corner, before “smoothly” picking himself up and leaning against the cabin as your friends and you turned at the noise. “ladies,” he winked, awkwardly trying to appear cool and calm, “i need to speak to princess, so…” the other girls immediately left, giving you knowing looks as you looked away from him. “ahem…wanna go back to my cabin? i could…give you your stuff back, and a little something extra; as compensation.”
— 𝑡ravis 𝑠toll 🎭
“smash travis stoll?, oh gosh…yeah, yeah i would.” hello mommy. was travis’ immeiate thought as he bit his lower lip in a boyish manner, dimples becoming visible. he suggestively raised his eyebrow at you from across cabin tables during lunch. to which you rolled your eyes, laughing nonetheless as he mouthed “i heard” to which you mouthed back “you suck”. travis stoll was a goner. he always noticed you, rarely even pulling pranks on you because he knew how much of a sensitive soul you were. he always noticed you beating yourself up over the smallest things. and stealing from you was another no-no, because he knew you were deeply attached to every possession you had. and soon enough, he realized that he didn’t need his meschivious charm to woo you, just his dorky and lowkey dry one. that’s how your banter and small flirtations began at every chance. present time, he stood up from the hermes table, walking over and sitting behind you on your table, wrapping his arms around your waist and littering a few small kisses on to your neck. “oh, i’ll give you something to suck on, princess, alright.” he said, creating a few hickeys on your pulse point as your cabin mates groaned around you two.
— 𝑤ill 𝑠olace ☀️
happens when he’s relaxing with friends by a bonfire and the lake. his lean form, shirtless and in swim trunks, is now wet from swimming just minutes ago, illuminated by the moonlight and fire in the most delicious and breathtaking way. you fan yourself lightly, sitting at the far end of the dock. “gosh, he’s so hot…” your friend laughs lightly, glancing at him. “hot enough to smash?” you huff, as if that’s not already obvious. “duh…he’s totally in my smash book.” will, overhearing it, coughed, trying to cover up the sudden waver of his usually confident voice and tone as he spoke with nico. he desperately hoped the blush that spread across his face wasn’t so obvious, because the last thing he wanted was for people to think he got flustered by the story of dionysus licking the door of the shed where the wine was locked up. that’d just be weird. he leaned back on his muscular arms, his gaze going back to your bikini-clad figure at the end of the wooden dock, heart speeding up as you subconsciously threw your hair back in a sassy manner. gosh, he adored you and your statement attitude, your sweetness mixed with cheekiness. will puts a cold can of sprite on his groin, trying to downplay it as just putting a can in his lap that he’ll soon use for hydration, when in fact he was trying to cool down his now excited friend. later, as you passed each other, he discreetly passed you the now warm can from fondling it between his strong hands, a sticky note on it: “meet me in the infirmery in 10 minutes, your(s) will.”
〢 chatterbox .ᐣ.ᐟ took inspo from this queen @ bvrnesher so yey sorry it was so tea queen sorry dvdr by hyuneskkami !!! also soryie it’s a lil short but i hope u guys like it n somethin halloweeny will drop soon (like maybe 3 weeks… umm.)
percy is so down bad. like. down down bad. like. straight to hell kind of down bad. can you even blame him? his fatal flaw is quite literally loyalty. so yes, he’s down bad straight all the way into purgatory!! literally cannot stop bragging about you to everybody and every moving and living thing on camp. sob. the little baby campers are sick of the tall water boy talking about his ‘wife’. save them!!
luke loses his sense of manners and elegance when he sees you. mentally screaming and losing his mind. when you so much as glance at him across the room, his whole train of thought derails. and he deserves an oscar for how well he can keep up his relaxed facade but as soon as your alone? baby your gone. hands all grabby and his mind is all in the gutter. sorry baby.
jason tries his damndest not to lose his modesty when you so much as brush your hand against his. it’s pathetic, loser-like and he knows it. he insists on walking you everywhere (gentlemen!!!), and still blushes every time you kiss his cheek like it’s the very first time. he’s soo down bad, even if he doesn’t show it as much.
will is so down bad he can’t stop touching you. always asking to hold hands, interlocking pinkies underneath the table, all that stuff. and somehow— somehow he’s finding reasons to kiss you everywhere and play with your hair. and as much as it is embarrassing to admit, there were times you and will were almost caught kissing in the staff room. haha. they have it on camera, you’re both done for.
nico tries to act nonchalant and unbothered by you he’s secretly down bad. the type of down bad that has him screaming into his pillow at night because of how much he misses it when your play with his hair and whispers sweet nothings in his ear. his whole world narrows to you when you’re near, and the rare moments he lets you see him soft are proof enough of how much he adores you.
frank is completely gone. undone and a flustered mess. he watches you do mundane, everyday tasks and his heart implodes on the spot. how’d i get so lucky?, he’d ask while putting a hand over his heart. 10/10 lover boy!!
leo is hopelessly down bad when he’s with you—he’ll drop every project in bunker nine the second you ask for his attention, build you the most ridiculous little gadgets just to see you smile, and spend hours memorizing every tiny thing that makes you laugh, because to him, being yours is better than any invention he could ever create. gods, you have him in a chokehold (dear gods please help him).
how i think each character ter would act if they had a crush on you.
Characters: Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Frank, Nico, Reyna, Will, Grover, Rachel, & Luke x gender neutral reader
Disclaimer: this is my opinion not Canon.
Percy
He is in denial about having a crush on you
You two are friends and he doesnt question the fact that he really likes hanging out with you
He thinks about you all the time though and keeps a picture of you with him all the time
He'll talk about you for hours to anyone that would listen.
Everyone notices but him
It would surprise me if you dont notice.
He'd figure it out while ranting to Grover about you, maybe you did something different with your hair or wore a new outfit.
He'd be like "they looked great they're so beautiful I love them"
Then He'd be like wtf did I just say
The second he realizes he wont know how to act around you.
The next time you hang out after he figures out his crush he's iverthinking every single thing, how close your sitting, what he says, how much he looks at you, does he look at your face in your eyes.
youre gonna have to make the first move definitely.
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Annabeth
She is taking it so seriously
Overthinking everything she does and perfectly making sure she acts completely normal around you.
Tells no one because she doesnt want you to find out.
She is trying to find the prefect way to confess.
She is going insane trying to find the perfect moment and perfect way to tell you.
She's writing a speech and overthinking every word she uses.
Its driving her insane. Grover and percy are concerned about her.
If you confess first shes gonna be happy of course but also a little upset she didnt get to have the perfect confession.
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Jason (pre memory loss)
He doesnt panic.
He's really composed about it.
He doesnt let on that he likes you at all. No one knows no one even suspects he likes you. Having a crush on you is a secret he keeps close to his chest.
He acts really normal about you and stays cool in public but the second hes alone hes blushing like crazy.
he decides to take initiative and instead he starts droppinga few hints that he likes you.
He keeps telling himself that he's gonna ask you out but hes too nervous.
Maybe one day though.
(Post memory loss)
He gets a crush on you and falls hard.
He is not composed at all he's messing up his words, stuttering, ect. You've caught him staring at you multiple times.
He stares at you at the worst times too, during battles, meetings, activities, ect
He is still a total gentleman too though, he is so nice to you
I feel bad for anyone who dares to say anything bad about you because he will rip them to shreds.
Its very obvious that he likes you. Piper and Leo know everything about you from how much hes talked about you.
He is hopelessly in love and everyone knows it.
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Piper
She is super awkward about having a crush.
She has no clue how to deal with it so she just shoves it down inside and lives in denial
Obviously that doesnt work
So eventually she has to face her feelings.
She starts joke flirting with you jusy a bit to test the waters.
It becomes a fun thing you two do a little joking but piper totally wouldnt mind if you kissed her.
One day ashe is joke flirting with you and is totally serious unbeknownst to you.
She ends up kissing you and freaks out when you dont pull away.
She then gets embarrassed and runs away.
You guys dont talk about it again.
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Leo
He is soooo obvious.
Hes flirting with you every chance he gets and constantly asking you out.
You think its a joke so you just laugh.
But he would really give anything for you to say yes.
He doesnt think you will though because why would someone as great as you like him of all people
Eventually you catch feelings too.
Leo keeps flirting with you but the second you start flirting back hes blue-screening
He eventually assumes its a joke and now you guys just flirt with each other even though its blatantly obvious you like each other.
Everyone knows. How could they not. Everyone but you two apparently.
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Hazel
She avoids you like the plague.
She stares at you from afar but the second you try to talk to her she's booking it out of there.
She's nervous because if her conflicted feelings with Sammy and her low self esteem.
You think she must hate you because she avoids you so much.
She won't stop talking to frank percy and Leo about you.
Sometimes though she's forced to talk to you due to the circumstances
If thats the case she will only do the bare minimum of speaking.
You genuinely think she hates you.
Which sucks for you cause shes so nice and friendly with everyone else except you.
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Frank
He does everything is his power to be around you more.
The exact opposite of Hazel. He trys so hard to spend more time with you because it makes his day.
He is actively trying to hang out with you.
Has little notes on all the things he knows about you, your birthday, your favorite color, your favorite show. Things he wants to remember.
He's super friendly with you but if anyone talks badly about you he will syand up for you.
He's fine with not confessing to you because just having you in his life is enough for him and he doesnt want to ruin your friendship.
You're gonna have to confess first cause he sure as he'll won't
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Nico
He doesnt tell a soul.
He doesnt mention it out loud he doesnt tell his friends he doesnt talk to you either.
Similar strategy as Hazel except worse.
He just straight up ignores your presence and prays it goes away.
Your gonna have to be persistent if you want him to talk to you at all.
Once you get somewhat acquainted with him he'll be a bit nicer to you.
A lot of people will be shocked that he does anything nice for you at all.
If percy asks for some water nico will tell him to fuck himself. If you ask for water he gets you a gallon.
Youre gonna have to make the first move because he'd rather take this crush to the grave than admit to anyone he likes you even a little bit.
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Reyna
she is a lot like Annabeth
She is determined to confess to you as soon as possible to get the rejection over with
She tries not to get to attached to you because she fully expects you not to like her back
Every time she tries to confess to you it keeps getting interrupted and then you just get more time together
It just makes reyna's crush worse.
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Will
He's a lot like Frank and tries everything is his power to hang out with you.
Like He's actively seeking you out to spend time with you.
He stares at you all the time like and idiot.
He so in love with you its embarrassing
He'll help you with anything you need. He's there, if you ever want to talk get your feelings out hes the first person you go to.
But if he has big bad feelings he's keeping them as far away from you as possible.
Your gonna have to really try to make him open up.
Once he does though he just falls harder
You become his go to person for everything and he's the same for you. He's never not around anymore and honestly you dont even mind.
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Grover
He's so cute about it.
He's giving you so many flowers saying its a friendly thing and that all saytrs do it but he really just likes you.
He has an entire garden of flowers just for you at this point.
He constantly checks in on you to make sure your okay and that your safe.
He starts trying to learn your favorite song on the pan flute to impress you not matter how difficult it maybe.
He hasn't perfected it yet though so he doesnt show you.
One day you probably give a flower to some other saytr bc Grover told you thats what saytrs do.
Obviously that saytr was like wtf and now you know that Grover was lying
If you confront him about it he'd probably come clean and admit he likes you.
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Rachel
You are quite literally her muse.
Shes made you so many paintings, sketches, ect
She thinks about you all the time.
Sometimes she gives you her art pieces but most of them she keeps to herself.
She invites you to all of her theater plays and musicals.
And of course you go to them all.
Your the first person she runs to after every performance.
She it totally in love with you.
She takes picture of you all the time (with your permission ofc) bc she says its a new art medium she's trying
As cool as photography is she really just wants to have a ton of pictures of you. Maybe as painting references
All this crushing and pinning is cute for a while but eventually she decides to rip the bandaid off and confess to you via painting.
Hopefully it goes well
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Luke
He is so closed off about it.
Hes really busy around the camp so he doesnt talk to you much but your one of the only things that keep him going.
The times you do hang out he trys to be extra nice to you. He wants you to like him so he'll volunteer to do things for you but sometimes he messes up and it makes him feel like shit.
After he decides to betray the camp and the gods he starts working to convince Selina to join and gets a few others on board. He's scared about asking you though bc 1 if you say no the entire plan goes to shit. And 2 what if you hate him.
So he doesnt ask you right away but after percy comes back with the lightning bolt he has to leave camp sooner than expected.
So he asks you to join him, he practically begs you to help him overthrow the gods.
summary: how would the pjo/hoo boys kiss you? ! stablished relationship ! gender neutral
— 💐 characters: percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang. + luke castellan (longest), nico di angelo, will solace.
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𐙚 — Percy Jackson
Percy would kiss you like it’s a habit—like breathing, like something he needs to do to function properly. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, doesn’t give you a speech every time. He just sees you and thinks, yeah, I need to kiss them now, and then he does.
It’s casual most of the time. He’ll lean in and kiss you mid-sentence, just because. He kisses you when you hand him something, when you roll your eyes at him, when he’s bored, when you’re annoyed—especially when you’re annoyed. Smirking, eyes gleaming like don’t be mad at me, and then bam—mouth on yours. It’s stupid and effective and you hate how much it works.
But when it’s not casual? When it matters? God. He gets serious. Like, hands on either side of your face, pulling you in like he can’t risk you floating away. He kisses you like he’s anchoring himself. Like the world could end tomorrow and if he’s kissing you right now, maybe it won’t matter. It’s slow, deep, and intentional. Not just lips, but thumbs brushing skin, fingers curling at your waist, like he needs to memorize every part of you.
And afterward—he doesn’t say much. He just rests his forehead against yours and lets out that soft little breath, like okay, I’m good now. And you are too. Because when Percy kisses you, it’s not about perfection. It’s about feeling everything. All at once. Always.
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𐙚 — Jason Grace
Jason would kiss you like he’s got all the time in the world. Like every time he does it, it’s a quiet declaration—I’m here, I’m yours, I’m not going anywhere. He’s steady, grounded. He doesn’t rush. He chooses to kiss you, every time. And he makes sure you feel that.
He’s not big on PDA, but he’s also not subtle. He’ll brush a knuckle under your chin, tilt your face up gently, and look at you like you’re the answer to every prayer he didn’t know he made. Then he kisses you—firm, warm, and careful, like he’s making a promise with his mouth.
But when you’re alone? Oh, that’s different. That’s when he lets go a little. He presses you up against the kitchen counter or pulls you into his lap without a word. His kisses get heavier, slower. His hands slide up your back, tangle in your hair, and he kisses you like he’s pouring lightning into your veins—but in that quiet, controlled Jason way. Like he’s holding back the storm just for you.
And he always pulls back like he’s reluctant. Like the only reason he stopped is because he had to. His forehead rests against yours, and he smiles—soft, private, a little bit shy, like the fact that he gets to kiss you still surprises him sometimes.
Jason Grace kisses you like he’s built a temple out of trust and handed you the key. Every kiss says, you’re safe here. Every single time.
+ his cheeks are always flushed after kissing you.
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𐙚 — Leo Valdez
Leo kisses you like it’s a game he’s already won but still wants to play over and over. Like he’s addicted to the way you melt under his hands, and he’s not even trying to hide it. He’s the kind of guy who kisses you just to see your reaction—grinning against your mouth, one hand on your hip and the other already getting ideas.
It always starts playful. Always. He teases you first—throws in a flirty comment, smirks, gets way too close and just waits for you to cave. And when you do? He kisses you like fire—hot, fast, and impossible to ignore. His fingers are everywhere: tracing your jaw, tangling in your hair, gripping your waist like he’s holding on for dear life.
And he’s so unfair about it. He’ll kiss you like he’s starving, then pull back just enough to breathe something ridiculous against your lips like, “Wow. You’re kind of dangerously hot, you know that?”—and then go right back in, smug as hell.
But then sometimes—when it’s late, when you’re both tired and everything’s quiet—he gets serious. Like all the jokes drop away, and suddenly he’s kissing you slow. Intentional. Focused. No smirks, no games. Just Leo, warm and real, brushing his thumb across your cheek while he kisses you like he’s scared he’ll mess it up if he doesn’t get it exactly right.
And when he pulls away, he always looks at you like you’re his favorite invention. Something brilliant he still can’t believe he gets to keep.
Because Leo Valdez kisses you like he’s falling—every damn time—and he doesn’t mind the landing.
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𐙚 — Frank Zhang
Frank kisses you like it’s sacred. Like every time his lips touch yours, he’s silently thanking the universe that you chose him. He’s not flashy about it—he doesn’t need to be. He’s gentle, deliberate. His hands always find your waist first, like he’s making sure you’re really there, grounding himself before he gets lost in you.
And at first? He’s a little shy about it. Not hesitant—respectful. Like he doesn’t want to rush a moment that means everything to him. He kisses you softly, slowly, and fully, like he’s trying to tell you everything he can’t say out loud in one perfect motion. His lips are warm, steady, and always lingering just a little longer than expected.
But when he’s sure—when he’s confident that you want this as much as he does? That’s when it gets deep. He pulls you in closer, arms wrapping around you like a shield, like he’s protecting you from everything. His kisses become heavier, surer, and his hands shake a little because he feels so much and he’s still figuring out how to carry it all.
And afterward? He gets that soft, slightly flustered look. His cheeks pink, eyes kind of wide like he can’t believe he just did that—but there’s this tiny smile tugging at his lips. Like he’s proud. And in love. And maybe a little dazed by you.
Frank Zhang kisses you like he’s memorizing the way you feel against his heart. Like you’re the most important thing he’s ever had—and he’s not letting go.
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𐙚 — Luke Castellan
Luke kisses you like he already knows you’re going to kiss him back. There’s confidence in it—not exactly cocky, just sure. Like he’s memorized every way your lips move, how you breathe, where your hands go when he leans in. He doesn’t ask to kiss you, he decides to—like it’s inevitable. And it always is.
He’s smooth about it. Not flashy. He’ll glance at you once, tilt his head a little, and boom—your heart’s in your throat before he even touches you. His kisses start slow, controlled. Calculated, even. He wants to feel it build. He doesn’t rush—he savors. Lips brushing, lingering, waiting just long enough to make you chase him a little.
And when you do? That’s when he grins. That lazy, golden-boy grin that says yeah, I knew you would. He’ll kiss you deeper then, tilting your chin up, fingers brushing your jaw, warm and deliberate. One hand always finds its way to your lower back—pulling you in like he’s claiming something he already owns.
But, hey, stop. He’s complicated, remember? Cause he also kisses you like...
... he’s letting you in on a secret. Like every time his mouth touches yours, he’s handing you a piece of him he doesn’t trust the world with. It’s not gentle, not at first—he doesn’t do tentative. His kiss is deliberate, composed, and frustratingly slow. He’s the kind of person who tests every boundary, every reaction, who reads you like a battlefield—and kisses you the same way.
He doesn’t throw passion at you in waves—he studies you. Starts with a brush of his thumb on your jaw, a smirk on his lips. He makes you wait a second longer than necessary—on purpose—because he likes the way you look at him when you’re just barely holding back. Then he kisses you, steady and unflinching, and suddenly you realize: Luke doesn’t kiss to flirt. He kisses to own the moment.
It’s the kind of kiss that leaves no room to think. The kind that leaves you breathless because it’s paced like a strategy—slow where it counts, intense when it catches you off guard, then pulling away just when you need more. He’ll tilt his head and whisper something against your lips like, “What, already breathless?” and go back in like it was nothing.
But he’s not cruel. He just doesn’t know how to stop protecting himself—even from you.
Cause Luke also kisses you like he’s still learning how to be safe. But gods, he wants you to be the one he learns with.
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𐙚 — Nico di Angelo
Nico kisses you like it costs him something—but he’s willing to pay it. Every time.
He’s not casual about it. Not the type to steal kisses in front of others or kiss you just because he’s bored. No—when Nico kisses you, it’s because something in him needs it. Needs you. Needs to remind himself he’s still alive and tethered and not as alone as he used to be.
It starts awkward, always. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he second-guesses everything. He hesitates. Looks at your mouth like it’s a cliff he’s about to jump from, like he’s doing mental math on whether you’ll still be there when he lands. But when he finally commits? It’s all in.
He kisses like he feels—deep, intense, almost too much. His hand might shake a little when it cups your face, but his mouth is firm, focused. Nico doesn’t do “soft” the first time—he does real. It’s the kind of kiss that grabs your heart and doesn’t let go. The kind that makes you forget how cold the world used to feel before he let you in.
He breaks the kiss slowly, like he’s still trying to hold onto it. And then he looks at you—eyes dark and wide, a little scared, a little stunned, like he’s thinking I can’t believe I let myself do that, followed immediately by I really, really want to do it again.
And eventually—when he trusts it, when he trusts you—he gets more comfortable. Kisses you in the quiet moments. Brushing his lips against your temple while you read. A kiss to the back of your hand before a mission. The kind of affection that says: you’re the only person I let see this side of me. And I don’t want anyone else to.
Because Nico di Angelo doesn’t kiss to flirt. He kisses like it’s the first time he’s ever been allowed to want something—and not have it taken away.
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𐙚 — Will Solace
Will kisses you like he already misses you—and you’re right there.
There’s something urgent about the way he leans in. Not rushed, just intentional. Like he’s been thinking about it all day and now that he finally has you close, he’s going to make the most of it. His hands go straight to your waist, your cheeks, the back of your neck—he needs the contact. His lips press against yours with this steady kind of heat, like he’s trying to pour sunlight into your chest.
And he fucking smiles into it, every time. Like he can’t help it. Like kissing you is his favorite thing in the world and he’s a little surprised every time that it’s real.
He’s the type to whisper something just before he kisses you—“Missed you,” or “You’re so pretty like this,” or even just a soft, shaky “Hey.” Because for all his brightness, Will feels everything deeply. So yeah, the kiss might start playful—light, teasing, brushing his nose against yours with a quiet laugh—but the moment he really feels you respond? Game over.
Will deepens the kiss like he’s grounding himself. Like you’re his anchor in a storm only he can feel. And when it gets softer—when the laughter fades and it’s just breath and hands and closeness—you can tell this is where he lives. Not in the chaos. Not in the crowd. In you.
And after? He pulls away just enough to look at you. His thumb brushing your cheek, eyes all golden and crinkled, like the sun’s still stuck in his lashes. And he says it—not with a dramatic flair, not with fear. Just gently. “I love you.” Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Because with Will, it is.
— 💐 a/n : This is my version and interpretation of each of the characters as I understand them! If you don't like my interpretation or the way I wrote any of them, fuck off. Seriously, I don't care.
Plus, Luke's the longest one cause he's such a... complicated character, like, he has many layers, and I didn't know which one to write, so I did it like this. I mean, all the characters here have a lot of abilities, but Luke? Luke is a different case.
He would love to steal pecks to make you made when you are busy and sort of ignoring him, but all the other times your kisses would be sloppy and very very passionate.
He would love using tongue as well.
Grover Underwood
Grover would kiss you so softly that you would melt in the place. He would always take consent and kiss you whenever you are feeling down.
You would give him good luck kisses when he was searching for Pan.
Luke Castellan
Luke would be very touch starved and kiss you so often that sometimes people around you would complain from PDA.
Then he would drag you in hidden places during trainings and meetings to kiss you, they cant stop him. (He would have the best hand placement as well)
Jason Grace
This man made a research on how to give the best kisses, so he would never fail to make you feel good. As you date for a long time, intimacy would get more spontaneous and exciting but you must make a move for that.
He’s a bit shy so not much PDA.
Frank Zhang
Frank would be very gentle with you so he doesn’t hurt you at anytime. Same goes for kisses. He would gently grab your face and would only give soft pecks unless you lead him for a makeout session.
Leo Valdez
Leo would be a bad kisser at his first times but you wouldn’t realize it because you would be so excited. As you both get more experience with each other you would have so much chemistry. You would sneak in bunker 9 to kiss him in between his projects and he would love that times.
Nico di Angelo
Nico would probably not kiss you. You would have to kiss him and he would not complain, however would get shy whenever he feels something new. He would not like PDA so he kisses you in the hidden walls of cabin 13.
Will Solace
You would generally kiss in the infirmary, he would say kisses makes the pain better whenever you are injured and steal kisses all the time. He would be such a cutie all the time and his kisses would be cute and passionate as well.
Travis Stoll
Your first kiss would be when your eyes closed. He would take you to some surprise date and would kiss you there. He would kiss you after pranking you and annoying you just to get you more mad.
Connor Stoll
Like brother like brother i guess? He would kiss you to get you annoyed all the time.
Both brothers are such good kissers and you would wonder why(seriousşly why).
Connor would sneak in your cabin to get good night kisses as well.
Lee Fletcher
First of all, RIP my love.
When he was alive he would be so in love with you. You guys would have the cutest dates and kisses. Relationship goals fr fr.
Lee would be so tired with the counselor duties, healing duties and war going on but would always time for you. He swears all his exhaustion leaves him when you kiss him.
he likes taking you places. Anywhere, really. The mall. The beach. A theme park or fair. Even just for a walk in a park or a library, he likes doing things with you. Getting fresh air. So what if he accidentally spends money on the things you see and want? He likes seeing you happy.
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Jason-
physical affection. Jason’s not a pda kind of guy, so when you’re around others, it’s rather chaste. Gentle hand or cheek kisses, looping your pinkies together, tucking your hair behind your ear. When you’re alone though, he really likes giving you hugs from behind or long, sweet kisses on the lips, sometimes picking you up or tickling you.
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Leo-
Words. He’s not great with them, but he tries. Compliments your pants. Tells you your eyes are pretty. Even just small things in passing, noting things from how clean your teeth or your hair is to how your handwriting looks. He’s awkward and a little dorky sometimes, but it’s pretty sweet, even if sometimes you can’t tell if he’s joking or not.
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Nico-
he’s awfully shy about it. He’s not used to it, really, so when he starts dating someone, it’s subtle things. Mostly gifts and giving, like making you food. Buying you something, like a stuffed animal or chocolate bar. Nothing big, nothing extravagant or expensive, but enough to make you feel like he cares, even if he gets flustered every time.
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Luke-
acts of service is his thing. It’s always rather spontaneous, but also a nice surprise. You’ll come home and everything’s clean. The sorting and tidying you meant to do is done. Dinner’s made, the chip in the wall’s been sealed and painted over… and when you thank him, he acts like nothing happened.
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Will-
Quality time. To him, it really doesn’t matter what you’re doing, just that you’re both enjoying your time. Movies at home or at the cinema, reading together, baking… he loves it all. He likes to do everything with you, so your phone’s always buzzing with some sort of invitation from him.
There's no better cure for your partner's jealousy—than giving them a show, right?
— warning.ᐟ fem! reader, all boys and girls are included!, LOTS of dirty talk, mostly suggestive than smutty, dry humping, slight spanking, swearing and profanities, EXHIBITIONISM, fingering, doing it out in the open, SLIGHT possessive tendencies, praising, they love you so much, specified relationship, all of them are aged up!
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— a.n.ᐟ everyday is kinktober for real freaks. I recommend listening to Thata Ahh by Tyla for maximum experience ;)
Tonight was nothing special. Beach day, everyone's either swimming in the dark or drinking their hearts out (the older ones, of course), or even sharing some heartfelt and meaningful gossips about affairs and dramas in their mortal life.
You are just sitting on the wooden log, enjoying some meat skewers on your hand while Katie Gardner pronounces rapid gestures with her interpretive story. She talks about finding some pair of bikinis and a worn clothes on the edge of the river the nymphs usually reside in (you don't admit the part where it was you and your partner's doing for that whole exhibition).
The drink is light on your hands, a vodka soda with extra lime—not drowsy enough to boost you into drunken mode—but relieving enough to lighten up your mood without peaking too early. Your eyes drifts to your partner, and the campfire is an unpaid actor for making the night just perfect. Your gaze lingers together, basked in the firelight, just before a smile broke out their face. It's a mix of mischievous, scolding, and something playful, you're not quite sure. After all, you're too busy finishing off the last piece of meat before Drew Tanaka lights up another topic worth of the summer flame.
Oh yeah, the topic has suddenly gone to a hot debate of respectable and fuzzy rom-coms.
"You know that one scene on Just Go With It?"
"What? You gotta specify it, Drew." Cecil Markowitz breaks through, a slight furrow on his blushing face, "The whole movie is garbage fest."
"Hey!" Rachel Elizabeth Dare's voice is a high pitched ring that startles the fire in the middle, "Says the guy who genuinely enjoys Sixteen Candles."
"It's a classic!"
"It's disgusting!"
That goes on for five minutes straight—even more heated with additional debate members like Drew and Paolo Montes before Pollux had to settle in a fair wage. The night is still young, fireflies something flying from the woods to sea (before returning to the trees once more) and ocean splashes basically a melody to Some Apollo kid's wonderful guitar tune on the other side of the campfire (where it's less chaotic like the one you and your partner's sitting in).
That seems to be an excuse for the Dionysus' kid to open a battle of coconut dribbling. Like that scene on Just Go With It (Drew had to explain that in detail to a very appaled Malcolm Pace).
"Basically, this a competition of two couples." the Aphrodite' girl claps her hands together, bringing attention within the circle, "They are given a coconut and they have to get it between their mouth without using their hands!"
"Should we spin the bottle to mark the victims...?"
"Nope! Other side is singing acoustic." Drew giggles, like everything is a competition to her. "Then we should sing louder while tossing the coconut!" a respective groan from within the circle besides the Aphrodite girl, "When the song stops then they have to mooove their hips and win the battle!"
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Sure enough, you're the first victim without even getting involved at the debate earlier (innocent's always have to take the cost).
You take a glance at your partner, who's throwing you a supportive small smile from where they sits. It's unlucky that you're not chosen by the song to dance with them. Instead, you drift your attention to the boy next to you. A newcomer to camp, actually. Wren Madden's his call. Though it looks like he's enjoying the thrill with you from the bite of his lip.
You didn't register how your partner's enthusiasm seems forced earlier.
"One, two, three!" Drew's blaring announcement attracts attention even from the other side of the circle (which is exactly what she wanted.
"Okay, I'm not going to be charged with having to clean everybody's dishes for a week." you chuckle to your teammate, still amused yet oddly serious by this whole predicament. "Got that?"
"Aye, aye, captain." he smiles, and that dimple on his cheek appears like he's genuinely entertained by you.
Malcolm and Rachel seems to moving ahead as your opposing team. That is a cue for both of you to start wiggling the coconut from your midsection. You could feel his breath from how close you're standing next to each other. Though you don't bother with it when you're only focus is on the damned coconut.
"Go! Go! Go!" the crowd boasts off loud enough to surprise a nearby firefly. Others who weren't in the circle before even starts chiming in. But it is strange that you can hardly hear your partner's voice in the cheer.
"Let me just bring it up to you." Wren encourages, voice dripping in sweet molten honey. His body moves, rolling the coconut on your bare stomach as an effort to get it to your chest now.
"Alright, alright," you breathe out.
"Bring your coconuts down to me." he says.
"Okay, my coconuts—?" you blink up to him, not the slightest startled by his choice of words. You're all a bit lightheaded after all. He nods with a competitive smile and you nods back. "Okay, okay."
You do bring your knees slowly to the sandy ground, not quite touching but enough for the coconut to roll below your bikini top. You don't even realize you're lowered just in front of his lower abdomen. You don't even realize that your partner is now shifting uncomfortably on their seat.
"Squeeze the coconut with your chest!" wow, very helpful, Drew. Totally not embarrassing that you are now noticing Wren's gaze blanks slightly on the sight of your cleavage.
"No need to make it a spectacle, Tanaka!" you shout, frustration in your voice before the fruit glides to the valley between your chest. And you're totally not noticing how you are sat right in front of Wren's specific lower body part.
"Oh, too late for that." Drew's laughter is a sweet lemon to the ocean—infused air. She looks over to a particularly troubled lover. Whose power seems to reflect in their eyes like a storm with each time your body (especially the bare parts) with Wren's taut abs.
"Sorry about this." your teammate chuckles breathlessly, totally not focused on the way your chest wiggles against one another when coconut arrives to your collarbone.
"Really?" you laugh dryly, "You're sorry for this?"
"Not really." he smiles, the kind that makes your partner bolts upright from their sit, "I like it, like this." Wren's gaze is burning, you're not sure if he's even focusing on the coconut anymore, "Like you."
Their face is heated up, definitely from the liquor flowing through their throat. Because it's not just their cheeks, but their eyes are burning. Even the fireplace in the circle dances lower as if it finally meets someone with determination that peaks brighter. "I'll switch with Wren." they announces, which earns a couple of gasp from the crowd. Even Malcolm and Rachel stops in their wiggling.
"That's against the rules—"
"I don't care about your opinion." their figure turns to Drew, who's looking at your partner with a gaze that could rival Mr. D's look when he's meet with a troublesome demigod.
Your partner's element seeps through, you could know it by the dark glare on their face—just before they shrug, a low laugh out of their throat, "I think Just Go With It is pretty trash too."
That wins the vote to swap Wren with your partner, who's staring at the newcomer with unblinking gaze. Like the boy had offended their whole bloodline by being your teammate from the first place.
"Easy there, tiger." Wren raises both of his hands in surrender, taking a step aside while your partner moves forward to you.
"You're not gonna last a week in here." they say, and if a smile could cut through fire—it'll be theirs.
"Oooh, I smell jealousy here!" Drew claps her hands excitedly, like this is all just an episode of a rom-com series to her.
"Maybe I'll give you a show while you're praying to the gods, Madden." their smile widens, peeking a flash of their grin without even glancing a spare to Drew. Who in question gasps like this is all planned by her.
"For what?" Wren frowns.
"You'd pray to be me, of course." they shrug casually.
"Hey," you mumble, pupils glancing left and right as if trying to decipher their emotions when they finally stands in front of you. "You okay, baby?"
They don't answer, at least not right away. Taking opportunity of the pause to slips their warm palms to your hips. Brushing their thumb against the waistband of your short pants. A hum slips out of their throat, just before their face inches closer to you. Their voice's a low murmur to your earlobe that could've made you weak in the knees if it weren't for them holding you by the hips, "Was that idiot worth your laugh?"
Your breath hitch then, locking eye contact with your partner's—who seems to have their pupils dilating each second you savor on eye fucking each other.
You swallows a lump.
"No answer?" a brow raises from above their sight, "Alright then." his pupils darts below, mouth's parting slightly when their attention shifts to the coconut between your midriff.
"One, two, three, go!" Drew exclaims.
The hands around your hips now slides up to your bare waist. Caressing the sultry skin for a moment as if you wouldn't caught their gesture. You both move against each other, the coconut gliding upwards to your chest once more when guides you to bend down. Their palms squeezing as if to give encouragement before you complies. Lowering yourself just before your focus darts to the sight in front of you.
Oh.
Oh.
There are leaks imprinted behind the fabric of their pants, particularly on their intimate part.
"Baby—"
"Come on," they breathe out, tongue dragging out to lick against their upper lip. And when your attention is utterly distracted by the slide of his tongue—their gaze is wholly entranced with the sight of you down below. Eyes glazing, red tint on your cheeks, the slow part of your own tender lips, and last but not least, your enticing cleavage in which they could notice everything from above.
They also notice that the position is a reminiscent of your moment. A moment where they have you on your knees, your mouth working eagerly on their twitching intimacy. Their fangs drafts out then, digging into their bottom lip.
"I know you can do better than this." their hands slides to the strap of your bikini, lightly brushing the underside of your breast. Enough to tease you, but not enough to get noticed by the crowd. "You didn't spent all that time on your knees not to learn a thing or two."
Fuck.
The coconut successfully sits between your mounds, and you slowly rises up—not expecting another attack of their revenge when they swirl the tongue on the tip of your earlobe, "That's it, just like that." you could feel every blood in your veins rushes down below, particularly to the pulsing beat of your heat. And it'll be an embarrassment if they have you dripping your pussy out in open like this.
"He's not handling you right enough." their low voice is a hushed whisper to your impending doom. Just before a shake of chuckle flows out of their mouth, "I bet he can't even handle you when you move your hips," their fingers are playing against your shorts, snapping the waistband which ignites a shudder down to the need between your legs, "When you ride me just... perfect."
"Don't you agree, baby?" They smile, a teasing one.
The ball of fruit has moved to the crone of your shoulder, and they move even closer. Brushing your chests together while their nose presses slightly to your neck. "Is that new perfume?" their hand tightens around your waist, lightly digging moon crescents that jolts you out of your heady state, "Anyone you got in mind when you wear it?"
"Yeah," you gasps, low enough not to be heard by the crowds, "Just for you."
"Really?" They muses, lips curling into a glint of grin before he bites softly on the lobe of your ear, "Prove it." The coconut moves too obediently, and in a matter of seconds? You're both winning the wretched game.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" a drum rolls out in the circle, an actual one brought by one of the Apollo kids, "We have a winner!" Drew squeals through, bright laughter filling in the space while the opposing team sulks at the thought of the punishment.
In the midst of the celebration (and preparation for another one), their hand glides to your lower back. Calloused and drawing a light circle before they mumble to your ear once more. "And I mean now." the palm suddenly slides to your bottom, squeezing the cheek before giving it a small slap. Unnoticeable since the crowd is loud enough to mask you both in darkness. "Prove it to me now, pretty girl."
Your wetness drips down your legs now, moving past your pants—and you're praying to every gods that the crowd is too focused on Cecil's sudden excitement to notice your shameful arousal as clear as the moon.
Their gaze drifts like the ocean wave when it crashes into a broken rock. Finding Wren's disbelieved one, and when he glares? Your partner grins, mouthing a soundless message, "Mine."
— LEO VALDEZ, Percy Jackson, Lityerses, LUKE CASTELLAN, Connor Stoll, Thalia Grace, Piper McLean.
A blush creeps up on their face, darkening even deeper when all eyes lands on their bold stance. But they cleared a hard lump from their throat, just before locking eyes with Drew's narrowing sight. Storm still clouds behind their lessening pupils, the fireplace giving the perfect lighting to accentuate their features, "I'll do the punishment."
"Excuse me?" Drew gasps out, more dramatic than it should be.
"I'll do the fucking dishes." your partner's earlier stumble shifts as quick as an ocean that washes the shore. A tie knits their brow together, lips pressed into a thin line before you noticed how their eyes seem to darken, "If you switch her with someone else." their gaze slides to you, and the previous tempest softens into a tender one."
"That's not how it works—"
"I'll even sweep the goddamned floor of your cabin." their voice cuts through the air into sharp pieces, equipping both surprise and suspense in the situation.
Drew hums, tapping a finger against her thigh before she tilts her head. Watching your partner's glare more carefully before she lifts her shoulders, "Alright, mood killer." she rolls her eyes. "Let's just toss the coconut again and find someone's who isn't going to be a jealous freak."
Wren moves through the buzzing crowd, though no protests are heard from their mouth. They know their place well enough to not gossip on someone as powerful as your partner. "Hey buddy," he calls out, stopping just in front of them, "What's that for? Everything good between us?"
They halt their step, eyes not narrowing—but pupils lessening at the sight of Wren Madden. Their finger taps against their side, allowing a small pause to flow in before replying, "As peachy as your attention on my girl, Madden." their lips curves into a smile in contrast with the fireplace.
"Woah, I didn't know she was yours." Wren raises his hands up high in a surrender gesture, though the furrow on his face seems to be telling a different gesture.
"Maybe you should get your eyes checked," your partner crosses their arms together, "Would do someone as trash as you a good measure."
"Hey," you step in through your partner's side, sparing a glance to Wren before taking a hold of their hand, "Let's just get out of here, m'kay?"
Their chest is constricted at first, before releasing a breath they've been holding since that newcomer first touched you (it's like a nightmare for them). They squeeze you hand which intertwined with them, a reminder that he's just protective of you and is willing to put up with any of your games—even as one like that coconut battle.
"Quite the bodyguard you have," Wren calls out to you instead, voice laced in faux humor, "I wonder how they'll even make you come with all that sulk."
"Say that again?" their voice is tight like a string that's about to rip, head turning to share that widened look to Wren.
"Baby, let's just—"
"No," they give one last squeeze to your intertwined hands, just before letting it go, "I want to hear it right in front of my face." it's not a glare that sits on your partner's face, it's downright disgusted now. Elements of their ability seeps through their well builded walls, crackling between their twitching forefingers.
Wren pauses, slipping both of his hands in his pocket before taking a step forward. It's a good thing that Drew and the crowd is too engrossed with the coconut battle on the side to drool at their electrifying rivalry.
"I said, you're a loser fucker." he shrugs, like your partner isn't seconds away from calling their parent's power to strike a curse at them, "I bet you can't make her come five times. Not with all of this possessive dog act."
Hold on—did you just successfully light up a Challengers trope between the newcomer and your partner?
And why are you curious to see who'd win?
"Says the fucker who can't even touch her properly." your partner closes in, their element apparent like a coil about to snap in their gaze, "You don't know the first thing to make her moan, not when a nobody like you talks about her like an object." because if there's anything else your partner's clenches their jaw for besides their jealousy? Is the fact that this burden of a camp just disrespected your whole perfect existence.
"Low blow, man—low blow–"
"I'd suggest you blow someone else's dick to save your face." your partner doesn't smile, not even a crack as a vein pops out of their forehead, "You're out of this camp if you ever talk to her—no—if you ever look at her in the wrong way."
"Is that all—"
"Maybe I'll send a minotaur to rip your throat." they finalizes, just before you finally tug at their hand—because woah—even you didn't expect that your lover would threaten death on that boy. Who's gritting his teeth and walking away with a stomp.
The air is not one bit harsh or freezing, not when their arms are clinging around your waist. The moon is standing low, near the ocean's horizon as you pat an assurance to your partner's head. In this space where nobody's around, they don't waste time to bring you into their lap—burying their face in the crook of your neck.
"He doesn't deserve you." they spout breathlessly, and you could feel their fangs brushing against the fragile skin of your neck. "No one deserves you, heck—I don't think I do."
"Hey," you turn your figure slightly, just so you can cup their cheeks in your hands. And stare at that stormy eyes you love so much, "You can make me come five times. Remember that one time at the springs?"
"No," they bat their lashes at you, "You came eight times there." a chuckle left their mouth, which turns into a light laugh when you presses a kiss to their forehead, "But if we include the squirts—then it's ten times." a playful smile curls on their lips, their arms squeezing around your waist.
"Oh, now you're teasing me!" you gasp.
"Can't help it when you're all mine." the laughter of their mouth heightens, just enough to make their eyes smile and oozes you with that sweet feeling. The feeling of being in their arms, knowing only both of you can make each other writhe in pleasure. Which exactly what the moment escalates to.
The air definitely hot now, not just because of their biceps in taut around your waist—but because of the clear arousal of your pussy while you ride their thigh. Your panties are thrown to the sand, bare folds rubbing and thumping on their thigh. Their head is thrown back, face as red as a crab's shell while you chase your own high.
"Gods," their hands slides to your hips now, guiding you to bounce up and down their thigh. And it's taking every vein of restraint to not bend you down over the chair and fuck you from behind.
"Wanna come—" you mewled out, eyes shut tight when your pre-come drips down like a hot glue. Making both of your bodies all sticky in sweat and saliva (they kissed all over your skin just before grinding up and down). "So, so good—mmh—!"
"Don't worry," your partner chuckles, something a mix of heady and drunken while they watches your pussy squelch with each bounce. Out of instinct, their hand slips to the wetness between your legs, pressing a middle finger on your clit—and when you gasp? They decided it's a good time to pinch it, just before slathering their finger into your eager hole.
"Just say how many times you want to come," they nibble on your earlobe, and you can't do nothing but dig nails into their shoulder when your pussy cries beneath you, "And I'll multiply it by two."
You just hope that no one's passing in this area of the beach (though with every drive of their fingers, it seems they're determined to get both of you caught).
— JASON GRACE, Ethan Nakamura, FRANK ZHANG, Travis Stoll, Will Solace, Annabeth Chase.
