#percabeth smut

[skywalking-through-life]

Maybe it's too late, but in the WIP fics you listed: 'Percy Jackson's Six Steps to Seducing Your Girlfriend.' What was that one about?

Hi there anonymous friend! 👋💙 Of course it isn't too late!

So, just a heads up if it wasn't what you were expecting, but this one is gonna be smut, lol. Sweet and tender and loving character study smut, but still smut. 😂

I've been playing with how I want to structure this one for a while now, because this is a wip that I've had in my head since this time last year! At first I thought I might just do a short and funny little moment of Percy figuring out things he does that Annabeth is attracted to, and then doing them all at once to increase his chances of getting laid 💀, but then I realized that some other folks have already done that! And I know it would probably be a more cake situation, but I do want to do something a little different. So now I think it's going to be a multichap, with each chapter being a different smut scene, with Percy showing just how well he knows Annabeth and her turn ons/preferences in each one.

But I also might change that structure whenever I sit down to really write it, lmao! If you have preferences, feel free to let me know! I'm not married to any one plan about this fic, I just really want to write Percy and Annabeth being very in love and having some fun times. 😂

[minibeth]

In your smutty percabeth hc brain, do you think Percy is circumcised? Like did Sally do it when he was born or no?

hmm 🤔🤔 i dont think sally is the type to do it. plus, more nerve endings that way ;)

[lex-feldz]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan/Annabeth Chase, Percy jackson & Peyton Jackson, Annabeth Chase & Peyton Jackson Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, peyton jackson, Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Paul Blofis Additional Tags: Trigger Warnings Galore, Suicide mentions, Sexual Assault, luke is a gross boy, he’s a deadass man, but he acts like a boy with how immature and gross he is, he’s the attacker, Spoiler Alert - Freeform, Percy is a good boy, Secret love, peyton doesn’t like it when their brother fucks their friends, peyton is my non-binary bestie, but theyre also Annabeth’s bestie, writing as i go so if chapters take a long time thats why, These kids don’t know how to drink responsibly, underage drinking (kind of), depends on where you’re from, every time, one - Freeform, of them drinks, They get wasted, Secret dating, my beloved, just makes it so sexy, maybe bc im gay or whatever Summary:

It had been an accident. Annabeth never meant to fall for her best friend’s brother, and yet… here she was.

(Big thank you to Matt— he doesn’t have an ao3 but he’s my right hand man these days 🥹)

[whoxeology]

⛧☾༺♰ CABIN FUN ♰༻☽⛧

WARNINGS: NFSW 18+, use of pet name; bunny, smut, Oral (F receiving) very much so not canonically accurate, not proofread, bit of Perv!Luke at the end.

W.C: 2.1k

A/N: I have not read the books only knowledge I have of PJO is from the movies, TV series, and multiple fics I have read. With that being said this is purely for fun. You are more than welcome to disagree and leave feedback.

BASED OFF OF THIS REQUEST

A/N: I feel like this is so off from the request but I feel like corruption kinks are often written to make the reader similar to the young, which I did not want to be how I wrote it so I give you whatever this is

ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SO PLEASE BE KIND, MDNI, AND FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

"Hey Lukey," You said as you heard your cabin door open. You knew it was him he was the only one to enter the cabin at this time which also happened to be when your cabinmates left to sneak out of camp. He always came in asking to borrow something from you sometimes it was tweezers for Annabeth or his shield that he let you borrow. "What did you need now," you asked slightly giggling.

"Uh actually nothing I just wanted to see you," Luke said as he looked at you his hands fidgeting with them nervously. He was dressed in his typical cargo pants and orange camp tee looking overdressed compared to your crop top and sleeping shorts.

"Really? Why?" You tilt your head to the side confusion written across your face. You and Luke obviously were friends you guys just weren't as close as the rest of the group. Mainly due to your huge crush on Luke making you act like a hermit when it's just you and him alone.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," he said sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to him for you to sit on.

"Oh, about what?" you said going to sit next to him as soon as he asked you to. His cold hand finds a way onto your exposed knee the cold rings sending a shiver up your spine that Luke did not miss.

You were thoughtless at the feel of his calloused hands on your smooth skin. Eyes glued on his hand as his thumb rubbed the top of your knee. "Annabeth might've let slip that you have a crush on me." He said head tilted to the side to see your face better really wanting to see your reaction. As soon as those words left his mouth your jaw dropped a soft gasp leaving your plump lips. A pit formed in your stomach as you continued to stare at his hand scared to make eye contact with him. Tears formed in your eyes you knew why he was being so touchy now he was going to reject you it all made sense now.

"Hey bunny look at me," He said his other hand coming up from his side to grab your chin, making you look at him. His puppy dog eyes met your wet ones, making more tears fall decorating your pretty face. Luke would never tell another living soul this but he liked seeing you cry, to know he was the cause of it and not some other punk in camp.

"Luke I am so sorr-."

The start of your ramble was cut short by Luke's lips smashing into yours. He could taste the saltiness from your tears on your lips making him kiss you harder. Once the shock faded from you you kissed him back just as hard. The kiss started as hunger but was now growing into desperation and need. The hand that was once on top of your knee slipped under it to help you climb onto his lap. He needs you closer to him, his hand slipping from your chin to the back of your neck pulling you close into the kiss.

His back is flat against your bed as you lean over him, grinding yourself into him. You can feel all of him under you, his bulge rubbing against your core with every move.

"Luke wait," you mumble into his lips pulling away slightly to look him in the face.

Luke gave a low hum in response, his hips slightly bucking up against yours, his cock throbbing inside of his pants. His hands rested on your hips now guiding you in a swaying motion on him.

"I've never done this before." You say breathlessly still moving your hips against his, the feeling sending butterflies into the lower pits of your stomach. The feeling of his dick twitching against you made a gasp slip past your lips.

"Oh bunny," He says in a whining voice. He suddenly flips you over so that you are now under him. You are now flat on your back as he lays between your legs, his bulge more prominent against his cargo pants. "Im going to make you feel real good baby, do you trust me?'"

In the moment all you can do is nod your head frantically, feeling his against you with such pressure making you need him more. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck placing light kisses under your ear.

"I need you to use your words bunny," he whispers into your ear, pulling a breathy whine from you.

"Please," you say tilting your head to the side to give him more space. He kissed down your neck until he got to a soft spot on your jugular that made you whine. He smirked into your neck before suckling at the spot, the dark purple mark forming on your skin. "You look so pretty under me," He mumbles into your neck as he continues to leave marks all over your neck.

His slightly chapped lips went from your neck to your chest, drawing whines from you. One of his hands trailed up your hips tickling your side as he went under your crop top, his cold hands sending shivers down your spine. He pulled your top over your chest, the cool air making your bare nipples pebble. Feeling exposed at the sudden attention on your boobs your hands go to cover them, Luke's other hand came up pinning your own hand to the side of your head.

"Don't hide yourself from me bunny," He groaned into your chest, attaching his lips to one of your nipples. The sudden warmth of his mouth and the swirl of his tongue draw moans from your mouth. He does the same to your other boob, before moving lower. His hot mouth trailed kisses from your breast to the top of your shorts, you a withering mess under him the whole time his kisses setting your skin on fire. He sat back onto his knees before pulling you by yours to the edge of the bed, a yelp escaping you from the sudden roughness. His hands impatiently made their way under your hips, pulling down your sleeping shorts with such determination it made you moan.

"god am I going to be the first to see your pretty pussy," He said in a teasing tone, thumb lightly rubbing over your clit through your underwear. "Hmm, all this for me pretty girl."

"Yes Luke all for you," you whine hips bucking against his hand, need more desperately. Luke sped his pace up his thumb rubbing your clit in tighter circles, your core clenched on nothing the butterflies in your lower stomach fluttering around even more.

Luke moved his thumb and hooked his fingers on the side of your underwear, asking you to pick your hips up to make the process easier. A low moan emitted from the back of Luke's throat when he finally saw your pussy and she was indeed pretty. He couldn't hold back you were so wet and ready for him. Wasting no time he wrapped his arms around your legs and shoved his face straight into your cunt, tongue parting your folds and his lips attaching to your clit sucking on the bud.

"Fuck Luke," You arch your back in an unexpecting manner not expecting him to basically throw himself in between your thighs. Your hands immediately flew to his brown curls, wrapping your fingers messily in his hair.

Luke's tongue fucked your tight cunt lapping up your juices while the tip of his straight nose rubbed against your clit, his hand trailing up to massage your breast the callouses adding to the pleasure. The sound coming from your glossy pink lips made Luke press harder onto your pussy, hands shaking as you ran them through Lukes’s curly hair

“Feels good bunny?” he mumbles lips going back to your clit as his fingers ghosted over the tops of your thigh, so close to your aching hole.

“So good lukey” you whine hips bucking up desperately trying to relieve the aggressive butterflies from your belly. Tears started to pool in your eyes you didn’t know what to ask for but knew you needed it now. "Please please plea-." “Shhh pretty girl,” Luke chuckled before pulling himself up from in between your legs, his middle finger slipping into your cunt as he kissed you, swallowing your moans. His long fingers find your spongy part, curling his fingers to hit that spot over and over again your backing arching up painfully in pleasure.

" I got you bunny," Luke mumbled his ring finger pushing in beside his middle, you groaned out at the sudden feeling of fullness. He leaned his body onto yours, the feeling of his rough clothing on your soft skin driving you up the walls.

He pumped his fingers in a come hither motion hitting your walls clenching down on his fingers, his lips roughly finding their home on yours. Your stomach tightened as his fingers pumped faster, the once feeling of butterflies turning into a tightening ache deep in your stomach. Feeling wetter and looser than before he managed to slip in his pointer finger, the fullness returning some more with each finger he added.

"Luke my stomach feels funny is that norm-"

"You can take it bunny," he said cutting your question off while leaning his forehead against yours, his breathing much tamer compared to your high-pitched whines and moans. "it'll be worth it," he adds leaving knowing exactly how your feeling, he placed smaller hickeys across your boobs, fingers pumping at a much rougher pace now.

The high-pitched moans that fell from your plump lips were borderline sinful and pornographic, Luke's dick twitching at every sound you made. Your hips bucked into his palm as he continued to finger you drawing you to the brink of cumming.

"OH MY GOD." You shouted as you felt the pressure in your stomach replaced with a dropping feeling, the feeling making your thighs shake as you tried to close your legs around Luke's hand the feeling of his fingers still pumping making you shake more. Overstimulated and exhausted you push at Luke's hand, he pumps his fingers a few more times before pulling them out. The sudden loss of his fingers pulls a whine from you, suddenly feeling empty as your juices flow out your cunt.

"No god just me," Luke's stupid grin spread across his face as he licked your juices off his fingers, getting closer to you he kissed your forehead before getting up to grab a towel from the restroom.

You laughed so hard you felt more cum gush out from you your fits of laughter suddenly cut short, and you laid still on your bed waiting for Luke scared of making a bigger mess on your bed. Luke had come back to see you stiff as a board and started his stupid laughter up again. He leaned over you helping you lift your leg up as he gently used the hand towel to clean you up, you shuddered at the towel going over your sensitive clit. Luke had thrown the towel in your hamper and gotten you new underwear and a shirt for you to change into, your heart swelling with love as you looked at him he looked so domesticated.

"What about you," You say as you slip your clothes on, obviously referring to his bulge, which is still very noticeable.

"Don't worry about me, I got it," He said winking at me as he changed the sheet on your bed, moving at a speed that left you baffled not even you moved that efficiently when it came to changing sheets. After he finished making your bed he had you crawl in so that he could tuck you in.

"You're leaving?" you say sadness in your voice, a weird feeling settling in your chest. "Not my choice bunny if I stay I'm going to end up balls deep in you then you're roommates might walk in and that's a whole other issue I'm not ready to solve," He laughed to himself as a dark blush cover your cheeks, he kissed you deeply his large hand resting on your check almost covering your whole face.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Your question voice came out in a whine, your hand was over his not wanting him to let go yet.

"I'll see you tomorrow bunny," he said kissing you again before finally getting up to leave.

Quickly succumbing to your sleepiness you were fast asleep a few minutes after Luke had left, unbeknown to you your soiled panties left along with him. His extremely late shower took extra long as he pictured your moans in his ears as he got off in his fist panties wrapped tightly in hand.

[too-many-fandoms-tbh]

LATE NIGHT SKATE NIGHT

PERCY JACKSON SMUT

(percy x fem!reader)

warnings : sex, p in v, oral fem!receiving, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, car sex, rivalry, porn without plot tbh

she knew it was late, but after a long day at work, y/n couldn't help but go to the skatepark. if luck was on her side, she'd get the park to herself. it usually wasn't all that busy, especially after sunset on a wednesday night.

she pulled into the parking lot nearby, grabbing her skateboard from the trunk and locking her mini-van. sure, it was a lame car, but she had gotten it when she moved out since it had so much space.

grabbing her skateboard, y/n jogged into the park. by the looks of the empty parking lot, she'd expected it to be, you know, empty, but there was still someone inside. upon further inspection, she realized just who it was.

percy jackson. he had been a pain in her ass ever since she moved here last year. they were rivals in the skating world, constantly trying to one up each other. to make matters even worse, he lived right next to her at their apartment complex, so there was no avoiding him and the blaring music he listened to.

he hadn't noticed her yet, too busy off in his own world. she stood at the edge of the large bowl, watching him skate from side to side before eventually spotting her. he gained enough momentum to shoot up a smaller section of the bowl and pulled himself back onto the concrete.

"enjoying the show, eh?" he mocked. "you could learn some tips from me."

she turned to glare at him. "don't flatter yourself, jackson. i'm only here to skate. it's not my fault you don't have a life."

"fine," his smirk didn't fall. "but don't get mad when i'm better than you."

she flipped him off, leading percy to childishly stick his tongue out at her in response. since the bowl was so big, consisting of multiple different drop-off points, the two managed to keep their distance pretty well. even then, they'd often pass each other in the center, sending increasingly more angry glares each time.

at one point, y/n shoved percy's arm when they passed each other. he didn't fall immediately, but the disturbance to his balance distracted him enough that he crashed into a nearby wall.

y/n smirked as she watched him fall. the tension between the two kept growing as they continued skating. it wasn't even a minute later that percy tried to return the favor.

they passed each other in the middle, and percy shoved y/n's arm. he seemed to forget how much stronger he was than her, because he did a lot more damage to her than she did to him.

"you asshole!" y/n shrieked. she grabbed onto percy's arm to try and stabilize herself, but since they were heading opposite directions, the two crashed onto the concrete.

y/n landed on her back, wincing as her head hit the concrete. their skateboards went rolling away as percy crashed on top of her.

panting, percy planted his hands on the ground and pushed himself up. their legs were still tangled together, and y/n could feel his hips brushing against hers. he hovered over her, the both of them panting as they looked at each other.

"shit, you alright?" percy asked. shifting his weight to his left arm, he cradled the back of her head with his right hand.

y/n was frozen under him, her eyes clouding with lust as she stared up at him. she could feel his warm breath tickling her nose, sending the fresh scent of mint radiating through her nostrils.

she blinked as she remember his initial question. "mhm," she barely managed to squeak out.

both of their chests were heaving as the two stared at each other. suddenly, before they had even realized, their lips connected.

percy brought y/n cradled head closer to him, the veins in his left arm popping out from supporting him for this long. without breaking the kiss, he slowly pulled his hand out from under her.

still hovering over her, percy pulled away to catch his breath. "you sure you didn't hit your head?" he murmured.

y/n gaped up at him. "positive."

shifting his weight to his knees, percy's hands ventured to y/n waist. with a tight grip, he flipped the two over. y/n gasped as she now found herself on top of percy.

using her shock, percy slipped his tongue into her mouth. the two fought for dominance as y/n shifted, moving her knees to so that she was now straddling his hips. sliding her hand down his chest, y/n suddenly palmed percy through his jeans.

percy bucked his hips up with a groan. y/n smirked, now taking over dominance in the kiss. taking advantage of his now free hands, percy got his revenge. he slipped both of his hands between their bodies, gripping each of her breasts tightly through her shirt.

the wetness pooling between her legs mixed with the feeling of percy's hardness against her clothed crotch was driving y/n insane. desperate for any sort of friction, she rutted her hips against him.

a couple minutes later and the two were going mad. there was only so much making out, fully clothed, groping and grinding on each other, that two young-adults could take.

y/n pushed herself up on her arms like percy had done earlier, causing percy to detach his lips from her neck with a wet pop. he brushed her hairs out of his face, looking up at her with lust-filled confusion and concern.

"can we take this someplace else?" she murmured.

"your car?" percy suggested.

"please."

together, they scrambled out of the bowl. barely remembering their skateboards, the two raced to the car.

y/n won, unlocking her car and opening the back door. it was only now that she remembered she had put the back seats down, meaning the entire back of the car, trunk and all, was empty for them.

she climbed inside, percy quick on her heels. by the time he had shut the door, y/n had already tore her shirt off. percy turned and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her full breasts, which were still enclosed in a navy blue bra.

"eager are we?" percy teased once he got over his initial awe.

"oh shut up." y/n grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt, yanking aggressively up. from where he was sat on his knees, percy choked on his breath. he helped her take it off, only for her to find out he had a t-shirt on underneath.

"why are you wearing so many layers?" she huffed annoyedly. before she could reach out, percy tore his t-shirt off as well. she immediately closed her mouth, freezing when muscles she didn't even know he had were suddenly on full display.

"and why are you so judgey?" he asked back. before she could respond, percy leaned forward. he grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the floor above her head. she gasped, falling on the floor and lying on her back. percy crawled forward, using his left knee to part her legs.

she squirmed under him, unable to free her hands. "and why are you so strong?" she complained, grinding her clothed crotch against his knee.

percy grinned, leaning down and pressing peppering kisses down her jawline. y/n continued to grind against his knee, letting out a shocked moan when percy's lips found the sweet spot on her neck.

his lips moved down her neck, his free hand toying carelessly with the waistband of her leggings. his lips slowly trailed across her collarbone, leaving gentle hickeys across the skin, until his lips reached her bra, at which point he frowned.

y/n struggled under his grip. "if you let me have my damn hands," she sassed. "then i could take it off."

with a roll of his eyes, percy let go of her wrists. she smirked in triumph, sitting up long enough to unclip her bra and slide the straps off of her shoulders. whilst she did so, percy grabbed his discarded sweatshirt off of the floor and slid it under her head like a cushion.

the second her breasts were exposed, percy groaned. his tongue swirled around her  nipple, sucking on the supple skin. he softly bit at her hardened bud, eliciting a low moan from her mouth.

when he got done giving each breasts equal attention, which only worked her up even more, percy left soft kitten licks down her stomach. y/n could tell he was hard based off of the way his dick strained in his jeans, but it seemed that making her writhe under him was more important to him than taking care of his own needs.

deciding he'd teased her enough, percy's calloused fingers ran softly across her hips and under the waistband of her leggings. after double checking that he had her consent, percy swiftly pulled her pants and underwear down at the same time. she lifted her hips up, craning her neck to watch percy shuffle backwards.

when the sudden cool air hit her bare pussy, y/n felt herself squeeze around nothing. she closed her legs, pressing her thighs tightly together.

percy tsked at her. he grabbed her knees, forcing her legs apart. when he saw the arousal dripping out from her, he gulped.

"shit, y/n," he practically growled. she tried to close her legs again out of embarrassment, but he held them open. "if i'd have known you'd look like this for me, i'd have crashed into you a long time ago."

"shut up," she sat back on her elbows. "put that mouth to good use before i fuck it myself." logically, her words didn't make sense, but they did the trick.

"someone's feisty," percy teased, lying down on his stomach in front of her. "but since you asked so nicely..."

he licked one long strip across her folds and y/n could've sworn she screamed. she went to close her legs around his head, but his arms wrapped around her thighs and forced them apart yet again. his tongue dipped inside her, twisting and flexing until she was desperate for more. his nose tickled her clit, causing her to try and pull him impossibly closer.

she'd received head before, but never before did it feel so good. it was as if he never even had to come up for breath.

y/n gripped his hair tightly, yanking on the messy waves. she felt one of his arms untangle from under her thigh, and before she knew what he was doing, percy inserted a finger inside of her.

she clenched around his finger and percy laughed, sending vibrations shocking through her cunt. his tongue moved from her hole and to her clit, swirling figure-eights over the bundled nerves.

he inserted a second finger, alternating between scissoring them and pumping them in and out. his tongue still swirled her clit, sometimes fully sucking on it and other times just teasing her.

she could feel herself getting closer, her whines and pants getting louder as she tried to buck her hips up. percy laughed again, only turning her on even more, and looked up at her.

the feeling of him softly nipping at her clit mixed with his piercing eyes looking up at her made y/n snap. she threw her head back, suddenly thankful for the sweatshirt-pillow percy gave her. she felt herself unravel, embarrassingly loud moans falling from her lips.

percy rode her through her orgasm, his tongue lapping up her juices before they could hit the car floor. when she finally relaxed, he pulled away. y/n gasped at the sudden cool emptiness, closing her legs as soon as he pulled away.

percy crawled up her body, hovering over her and pulling her into another long kiss. she could taste herself on his tongue. whilst they were kissing, y/n reached down, blindly fumbling with his jeans. she managed to unbutton and unzip the fabric without breaking the kiss.

percy pulled and sat up, shuffling both his jeans and boxers down his hips and taking them off completely. y/n's eyes widened as his dick sprung free. it looked almost painfully hard, with precum coating the tip.

she crawled up to sit on her knees, preparing to return the favor, but percy shook his head. "no, no. that's sweet, but i need to be inside you right fucking now."

y/n nodded with a gulp. she had never been one to submit, but here she was, looking up at him with wide eyes as she waited for him to do something.

instead of touching her like she'd expected, percy backed away. he sat on the floor with his back to the drivers seat, leaning against it for support. his dick stuck up, long and thick, near his stomach. he fished a condom out of his jean pockets, ripping open the package and sliding it on himself.

"come here," he invited. y/n crawled towards him, not even caring if he'd tease her for her eagerness later. "i want you to ride me."

y/n crawled on his lap, straddling his thigh and ignoring his dick. she brought her fingers up to his hair, giving a few strands a playful tug. "you want me to, yeah?" she'd composed herself enough to get her attitude back.

percy glared at her, his hands running roughly up and down her waist. "i can feel you dripping down my thigh," he said through grit teeth. "so just get on my fucking dick."

"wow," y/n shook her head with a laugh. she then remembered what he'd said to her minutes ago. "since you asked so nicely..."

she lifted herself up, positioning percy's dick under her cunt. making direct eye contact, she slowly lowered herself onto him.

they both moaned, y/n throwing her head back so hard her neck cracked. "fuck," she panted out. "you're so big."

percy let out a shaky exhale when she slowly circled her hips, trying to adjust to his size. "yeah? you're- shit- you're so tight." he rebutted. he was quite literally inside of her, and yet the two still managed to keep up their snarky comebacks.

slowly, y/n lifted herself up. when only the tip was left inside of her, she dropped back down with a moan. percy's hands explored her body, running over each and every of her curves. his hands wrapped around her body and cupped her ass, grasping it as if his life depended on it. he helped her bounce up and down, his hands eventually moving to her breasts, which were bouncing right in his face.

"holy fuck.." he muttered as he watched her. she'd always been beautiful, that much was undeniable, but seeing this side of her was something brand new.

y/n continued to bounce up and down, sweat building on her forehead from the effort. eventually, she slowed down, and percy's hands gripped her hips. he helped to guide her, watching as her movements got sloppier and her moans louder.

she was nearing her climax when percy lifted her off of him. she landed lazily on the the floor next to him, a vicious glare in her hazy eyes.

"the fuck was that for?" she demanded.

percy shifted so that he was kneeling. "as hot as that was, i've gotta move. lay on your stomach, ass up."

"excuse me?" she said, though she couldn't deny the fact that she was incredibly turned on. in all of her other one night stands, she'd been the dominant one, and so percy bossing her around was something completely new. it's safe to say it was a pleasant new.

"you heard me."

y/n rose her eyebrows. "make me."

percy laughed darkly, though it was almost a moan. in the dim lighting from outside, y/n saw his dick twitch. "you don't wanna do this." he said.

"oh but i do."

the two had an angrily stare down before percy moved towards her. swiftly, he grabbed her neck. she thought he may choke her, but instead, he roughly shoved her down. she fell on her stomach, her head landing safely on the makeshift sweatshirt-pillow.

"what are you-" her words got cut off when he grabbed her thighs and pulled upwards. she pulled her knees closer to her chest, leaving her pussy and ass on full display for percy.

"oh fuck," percy exhaled, running his hands over her ass. y/n turned her head to glance back at him, her cheek pressingly comfortably into the sweatshirt.

"well?" she demanded. "you wanted this, now fuck me."

"let me know if i'm too rough." percy told her. before she could respond, he suddenly pushed into her. y/n choked out a strangled moan, her fingers scraping the the rough carpet of the car in search of something to ground her.

percy was relentless. he held her hips, thrusting fast, deep, and hard into her. the whole car was shaking at this point, and y/n was thankful she didn't have to hold herself up, because she was pretty sure her arms would've collapsed by now.

his thrusts got sloppier as percy neared his climax. y/n was close too, her uncontrollable moans an obvious sign of that. when percy reached down to fiddle with her overly-sensitive clit, she knew she would break.

she clenched around percy, letting out a sputtering moan as she came. the feeling of her squeezing around him was enough to send percy over the edge. together, the two climaxed, both moaning messes.

percy slowed his thrusts before eventually pulling out. the second he let go of her hips, y/n's legs fell limp. percy took off the full condom and tied it off, setting it in an empty walmart bag he found on the otherwise clean floor. at the same time, y/n rolled onto her back, her chest heaving as she worked to get over her post-orgasm shock. normally, she was fine after sex, but it was different with percy. everything was different with him.

"you good?" percy asked, lying on his back next to her.

"good is one way to put it," y/n mumbled. "you?"

percy turned his head to look at her, only to find she was already looking at him. "good. we should do this again some time."

"yeah?" y/n looked up to him with a hopeful smile. "but maybe next time with a bed."

as she spoke, she sat up, rubbing her back softly. she'd gotten rug burn from how much she'd squirmed around when percy was eating her out.

percy laughed, sitting up as well. he reached around the trunk, collecting all of their discarded clothing items. "speaking of beds," he spoke. "you think i could get a ride home?"

y/n smiled at him, grabbing her clothes and slowly slipping on her thong. "yeah, of course."

the two got dressed and percy opened the door, stepping out into the crisp night air. he held the door for y/n, who almost immediately fell over. she thought she'd be fine by now, but her legs were still a shaking mess.

"on second though," she stumbled towards the passenger seat with a giggle. "why don't you drive?"

[simp2537]

could I request a fem!reader x slight dark percabeth were percabeth and reader aren’t really dating yet but percabeth are and they all went clubbing and reader’s been teasing them both all night and they are slightly buzzed (not drunk, just buzzed) and then reader goes to the bathroom and they corner her and welp.. smut

Buzzed

a/n : Instead of a bar I made it a bonfire at camp. Also changed it from a bathroom to them leading her into the woods. Hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: dubcon, drunk reader, semi public smut ( the woods but no one is around.) oral and fingering, praise kink, slight chocking, dark! Percabeth, Yandere behavior

All Characters are aged up to 18 plus!

dark! Percabeth x fem! Reader

The raging bonfire crackled as the daughters of Aphrodite danced around it. With her sisters she swayed her hips in an erotic motion. The younger kids were all in bed and the older demi-gods celebrated.

Her e/c eyes trailed around the crowds as she watched people watch her. She danced with one of his sisters as she noticed the watchfully gazed of Percy and Annabeth. Annabeth’s eyes were shining with amusement while Percy’s were dark with lust.

Percy slowly made his way behind her and grab her hips. He pull Y/n into him and she giggled softly. The red cup in her hand emptied, most like the spiked punch that she and her siblings made. Percy took the cup and sat it down as they pair began to dance together.

Percy’s hand went up from his hips to her neck. He held tightly onto her.

“Hey there pretty girl.” Y/n giggled at his words. She stared up at him with a dazed look.

“Percy!” She cheered with a smile. Percy guided her face to look directly at Annabeth.

“Be a good girl and look at Annabth as you dance.” Y/n did just that. As she moved her hips against Percy she kept her eyes on Annabeth. Annabth solely moved through the crowds with a smirk as she watched. Percy groaned softly every time she would brush against his rock hard cock.

Slowly Annabeth disappeared through the crowds and Y/n pouted softly. Percy slowly brought her away and began leading her through the woods. Y/n giggled as she followed after him. Making it to a clearing Percy placed Y/n’s back against his chest and gently parted her leg, resting his thigh in between her legs as she whined softly.

Percy slowly kisses up her exposed neck and collarbone. His hand dipped under her skirt rubbing at her panties. She whined slowly her head falling back on Percy’s shoulder. A wet spot began to form as he rubbed on her pearl. As Percy went to take off her panties and something snapped for Y/n

“What about Annie? We can’t.” Y/n muttered softly, Percy merely cooed at her. His finger slipped to her bundle of nerves, rubbing soft circles on her.

“She’ll be here later pretty girl.” Percy moves Y/n’s panties aside as he moves her hair off her shoulder and kisses her neck. Her moans grow as Percy plays with her pearl, slowly outline the lips of her clit with the tip of his middle finger. Percy pushes his middle finger in roughly, slowly taking it almost out all the way and pushing in roughly again.

He continues this a few more times before inserting his ring finger in her heat, now going at a steady pace. Y/n gasps, moaning loudly her eyes rolling back.

“You’re so wet for me, pretty girl.” Percy whispered into her ear. He grabs at her ass and pulls his fingers out, leaving her whimpering for more. She was so close to finishing all over his fingers. Annabeth steps out from the darkness of the woods, she commands y/n to turn around for her. Y/n obeys and turns around still begging for more, Percy steps back with a smirk and lets Annabeth have her turn with y/n. She kneels in front of y/n while grabbing her thigh and lifting it onto her shoulder, slowly lapping at her juices.

Annebeth moaned, shimmer waves of pleasure through Y/n. Her whines grew louder as Percy supported her from behind. Softly whispering into her ear.

“Such a good girl for us, isn’t she?” Percy mused as he slowly kissed down her exposed neck.

“The prettiest girl too.” The constant praise was sensed Y/n over the edge. The coil in her stomach tightened as Annebeth sucked in her pearl.

“Annie…” Y/n gasped as Percy wrapped his hand out her neck. Annebeth lapped at her more fiercely, eager to consume her nectar. With a loud moan escaping from her mouth, Y/n’s vision clouded as she came all over Annebeth face.

Annebeth licked the cum off her lips and cleaned Y/n up with her tongue. Y/n whined, her cunt overstimulated and puffy. Percy helped her slide off Annebeth, holding her against him as she wobbled. Percy kissed Annebeth, tasting Y/n all over her.

Annebeth smirked softly as she helped Y/n to lay in the soft grass. She pulled off her shirt, skirt, and ruined panties. The lace underwear was folded over top of her other clothes. Percy quickly stripped and positioned himself in between Y/n’s legs.

Annebeth parted them, helping keep her thigh open for Percy. Y/n whined softly, her brain still fuzzy from her orgasm and the alcohol she had earlier.

“Now, now pretty girl. Be good and let Percy pound his cum into you.” Annebeth muttered softly. All Y/n could think of was if there was any people in the woods, she wondered if they would enjoy the show she was about to put on.

[addie-henderson]

so feral for these two...

"You can be good and sit still for five minutes can't you?" Annabeth scolds you with an eye roll before turning back to her dresser drawer. You whine as heat fills your cheeks

"I can bu-"

"good so do it." She hissed and from inside you you could feel Percy twitch, "Both of you."

[percyswhxre]

i feel like no one ever talks about how genuinely attractive annabeth would be. like, she’s a badass warrior who would do anything for the people she loves, she’s a genius, she’s funny, and she’s realistic. so however you picture her aside, her personality is just so insanely attractive to me. like yes i would date you and do whatever you say

[rianavi]

this is me trying…

luke castellan x artemis!daughter!reader

part 1, part 2, part 3

summary; you try to express your feelings to luke’s in your own twisted way

series masterlist

the days that followed were quite peaceful, you trusted luke much more now that you knew he actually cared about you. you guys seemed to be even more inseparable than before, no one ever found one of you without the other.

in his eyes, he noticed that you seemed more trusting toward him, you smiled more and even laughed at some of his terrible jokes. he was quite happy and couldn’t stop smiling.

“what’s got you in such a good mood?” chris sat down across from him during lunch.

luke looked up with a bashful smile on his face. he was playing with his food before, he swore he could see your face in the mud of mashed potatoes. “huh?” he responded when he realized he was being asked a question.

“i said, why are you so happy?” chris retaliates with a joking roll of his eyes. “something happen?”

“no, it’s just-“ he’s cut off when he hears your voice. stretching his neck, he finds you talking to a girl from your cabin in the line to get food. you’re not smiling or laughing - like you did with him - you’re just talking about archery, offering tips to the younger girl next to you. still, it’s enough to get luke’s attention.

he’s grinning sheepishly, eyes blown wide, and cheeks dusted with a crimson shade of pink. when you get your food and turn toward your designated table with luke you smile softly and if it’s even possible, he grins wider.

when you sit down next to him he turns toward you and speaks so quietly so that chris can’t overhear him. “hi,” even the smallest word out of his pretty mouth has you smiling and pink rising up your neck. “hi,” you mimic before turning to look down at your food.

“oh, i see now.” chris speaks up, he’s uncomfortable now, feeling like he’s intruding into your guys’ own private world.

in all honesty, you didn’t even notice that he was there. “what?” luke speaks up after you both stare at him for a minute. “oh nothing,” he rolls his eyes again before clearing his throat and getting up, moving to a different table.

you turn to luke with a confused face “what was that about?” he shrugs and turns back to you, not being able to stand looking away from something so beautiful in his eyes. “i don’t know, it doesn’t matter. how has your day been?” he asks, a smile taking over his harsh features.

you fight off the urge to trace his scar - now scrunched up slightly - with your finger. “it’s been fine, quite boring actually, haven’t had anything to do.”

luke on the other hand fights off the urge to make a dirty joke, you could do me, is what he wanted to say, instead he settles for, “we could go back to your cabin, none of your siblings are ever there anyways.” he suggests.

you agree briefly then stand up and make your way to the fire pit, luke trailing right behind you like a protective dog.

when you guys arrive at your cabin, you find it empty, indifferent from most days, unless it was raining then your siblings would be found outside, and even then it didn’t stop them.

you make your way over to your bed and just before you’re about to sit down, luke comes running and jumps onto the bed. groaning dramatically and spreading his limbs out as far as he could, the twin beds not allowing much room to sprawl out.

you roll your eyes at him, forcing down a smile and poking at the side of his chest. “move over,” he just looks at you and smiles wide ignoring your request.

you shove at his shoulder with very little force, “move over,” you drawl out the r. “there’s room,” he looks away from you, taking your pillow and adjusting it under his head.

before you could overthink it, you flop down onto the bed - well onto luke - and he groans. you’re facing him, arms pulled in between you and his chest, head resting on his arm, while your legs are resting between his.

once you realize how close you are, you attempt to move away from him to create some sort of room. before you can, he turns to face you and wraps his arms around your waist, forcing your head onto his chest.

it’s comfortable like this, you think, and out of instinct you move your head to look at his face. to your surprise he’s already looking at you with wide, twinkling eyes. your faces are so close and the silence becomes overwhelming.

after about a minute of staring at each other, his eyes flicker down to your lips and you stomach twists - something that only happens when you’re with him - and you start to feel hot, as if you want to crawl out of your skin.

he starts to lean in slowly and you can’t help yourself.

the silence, the heat, the close proximity, it all becomes too much and you lean back.

you fall off the bed with a soft thud, your elbow is tucked awkwardly underneath you and it sticks into your side. you groan and close your eyes, not being able to bring yourself to look at luke.

he feels embarrassed, thinking he did something wrong, did him trying to kiss you really make you fall off the bed, is it that bad for you. thoughts of worry flood his mind and he doesn’t even think as he stands up off the bed and scratches behind his neck.

you feel embarrassed, you’re laying on the floor still and too scared to open your eyes. you grimace at the thought of him laughing at you and don’t even realize his paranoid state as he speaks.

he can’t take it anymore and stumbles over his words as he excuses himself. “um- i- i’m gonna go, i- i have something to do.”

the sound of his voice has your eyes opening automatically and panic courses through your body - something you’ve only felt one time before. -

“w-what, why are you-”, you’re cut off as he scrambles away from you and out the cabin, leaving you by yourself, on the floor and alone, again.

[priniya]

🪸 LITTLE MERMAID profiles pt. 2!

GIRLS GANG 🔥

feat. rachel!

[skywalking-through-life]

New fic, new fic, new fic!

(This one has NSFW content in chapter 2, so reader be warned! If you'd rather not read that, just stick to chapter 1. 😊)

[the-paris-of-people]

Does anyone have any Percabeth fics that include:

1.) Percy and Annabeth not liking each other at first and slowly emotionally bonding over time like they do in the books?

2.) Exploration of Annabeth's family trauma, but Frederick Chase is not considered to be a complete villain?

3.) Also, no smut please. Thank you!

[lex-feldz]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan/Annabeth Chase, Percy jackson & Peyton Jackson Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, peyton jackson, Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Paul Blofis Additional Tags: Trigger Warnings Galore, Suicide mentions, Sexual Assault, luke is a gross boy, he’s a deadass man, but he acts like a boy with how immature and gross he is, he’s the attacker, Spoiler Alert - Freeform, Percy is a good boy, Secret love, peyton doesn’t like it when their brother fucks their friends, peyton is my non-binary bestie, but theyre also Annabeth’s bestie, writing as i go so if chapters take a long time thats why Summary:

It had been an accident. Annabeth never meant to fall for her best friend’s brother, and yet… here she was.

(Big thank you to Matt— he doesn’t have an ao3 but he’s my right hand man these days 🥹)

[minibeth]

use your words

fandom: percy jackson

pairing: percabeth

rating: explicit

summary: Annabeth uses her words…in more ways than one

word count: 1,089

notes: smutty smut…check ao3 for tags

ao3 link:

“Just relax, babe.”

Annabeth whined softly as Percy gently pried her legs apart, settling between her thighs. Percy ran his hand up Annabeth’s stomach, feeling her inhale sharply. His other hand played with her underwear, running a finger inside her waistband. He was moving slowly, so slowly she could hardly take it.

“Oh my gods, Percy.” Annabeth gripped the sheets on her boyfriend’s bed as she pushed into his touch. Percy simply moved up, aligning his body with Annabeth’s as he pushed one of her braids out of her face. She knew what he wanted, but she wasn’t ready to give it to him just yet. He leaned in close, as if he was going to kiss her, then turned to whisper in her ear. “You know what you have to say.”

Annabeth pouted. “Percy, baby,” She ran her hands through his curls, tugging slightly in all the spots she knew he liked, punctuating each word. “Don’t you want to make me feel good?”

Percy leaned into her touch and let out a deep, needy noise from the back of his throat. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, Annie.” He paused, letting his hand trace the curve of Annabeth’s jawline, cupping her chin in his hand.

“But you know you have to say the magic word before I can let you cum.” Percy ran his thumb along the inside of her lips, and he swore he could see Annabeth’s pupils dilate as she locked eyes with him. “Don’t tell me such a smart girl like you can’t use her words?”

Annabeth sighed, unable to wait any longer. “Please. I need you, Percy.” Percy gave his girlfriend a cheeky grin as he heard what he was waiting for. Without making her wait another second, he pulled her panties down her legs. As he slid one finger into her, Percy swore. She was already dripping, almost obscenely wet, before he’d even touched her.

“Is this all for me, Annie?” Annabeth shivered as she felt his finger begin to pump in and out of her. “You know I’m all yours, Percy.” She replied, her voice quivering.

Satisfied with her answer, Percy rewarded her with another finger, combining his steady pace with a thumb lightly circling her clit. “P-Percy...Oh, fuck, just like that.”

Annabeth struggled to speak as Percy added a third finger. She could feel herself coming more undone with each thrust, knowing that it was only the work of Percy’s fingers that could bring her to the edge that quick. When she looked down, Annabeth saw Percy fisting his cock, matching the pace of his strokes to his fingers thrusting inside her. His tip was dripping with precum, and Annabeth licked her lips as she watched Percy easily slide his hand along his entire length. As Percy continued to jerk himself and Annabeth off, all Annabeth could do was moan when his fingers hit just the right spot and she orgasmed with a shudder.

Satisfied after coming, and grateful to her boyfriend for being so good, Annabeth released the sheets she had clenched in her fist, replacing Percy’s hand with her own. Percy groaned as Annabeth began to stroke him in earnest.

“I’m gonna…fuck,” Percy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, putting his hand over Annabeth’s, signaling for her to stop. His eyes opened again and Annabeth felt hot as he gazed down at her. Percy looked at her like she was a goddess, and Annabeth marveled at how he could make her like putty in his hands with just a look. She could see him struggling to keep from finishing, and she had a feeling she knew what he was going to say.

“Wanna be inside you, ‘Beth.”

Annabeth nodded, and she watched as Percy removed his dripping fingers from her pussy. He brought them up to her lips, and she opened her mouth compliantly, knowing he loved to see her suck his fingers clean. Annabeth swirled her tongue around his fingers, tasting herself, and Percy positioned himself between her legs so that the tip of his cock was lined up with her entrance. He looked at Annabeth, making sure that she was okay, before slamming into her. He felt comfortable being rough, knowing that she was wet enough to take whatever he gave her.

Annabeth gagged, her mouth still stretched around Percy’s fingers. He took his fingers out of her mouth and grabbed her waist, anchoring him as he began to thrust. Annabeth was still sensitive after her first orgasm, and she could feel every inch of Percy’s cock inside her, an addicting mix of pain and pleasure. The couple moaned as Percy bottomed out, pulling Annabeth close to him. She loved it when he did that, reveling in feeling completely full. Annabeth could feel his dick twitch inside her as he reached for one of her tits, rolling her nipple between two fingers.

“So fucking hot, Annie.” Percy mumbled before taking her other breast into his mouth, and tonguing her nipple. Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire as Percy began to thrust again, albeit gentler. Gods, Percy knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer like this. But she would be damned if her Seaweed Brain got to brag about making her cum twice before his first.

And if there was one thing Percy had a thing for, it was hearing just how good he was making her feel; how big his cock was, how talented his fingers were. So she ramped up her reactions, pulling Percy off her chest and kissing him sloppily. Then, when he broke away for air, she told him exactly what she was feeling. “Oh, Hades. Do you know how,” She paused to moan, on the edge of her second orgasm. “l-lucky I am to be with you?”

Percy’s thrusts became erratic as he took in Annabeth’s words. She pressed a kiss to his temple, snaking a hand behind his head and tugged once on his hair, roughly. That was all Percy needed, and he quickly pulled out before releasing his load. Annabeth watched with pleasure as her torso was painted with Percy’s cum, the white-opaque color a stark contrast against her dark skin. She imagined how the two of them would look if someone were to walk in; her stomach and tits splattered with his cum, Percy’s hair sticking in every direction as he breathed heavily. Percy shot her a cheeky, satisfied smile.

“I love it when you use your words.”

[phykios]

Back Door Lover [read on ao3]

Cosmo says anal is the pumpkin spice latte of sex. Annabeth doesn't much like pumpkin spice. But she likes Percy. And she wants to try it all with him. [explicit]

Annabeth is standing in line at the grocery store when she sees it. 

It’s probably also why she’d never thought about it before. 

Annabeth Chase is not someone who grocery shops. As someone who actually grew up learning how to cook on a bare-bones budget, rather than relying on magical, physics-defying kitchens to provide all of your sustenance and then some, groceries are solidly Percy’s area of expertise. If there’s anyone who can stretch a coupon or save a cut of meat just on the cusp of going bad, it’s her Percy. Sure, sometimes she feels a little embarrassed at her lack of real-world, non-magical, homemaking skills, but Percy picks up literally all of the slack there, so it’s not an issue. 

Until now. 

Stuck in a language lab, Percy had tasked her with picking up some things they were running low on, staples like beans and potatoes and cheese. Her boyfriend had been thoughtful enough to give her a list, detailed down to the price point, and sent her off on her way. She had scoffed at his fussing–it’s just groceries, jeez Percy–but entering the strange, alien grocery store, with its vast labyrinth of produce and snacks and frozen foods, with so many different kinds of things her head starts to spin… Well, she’s just grateful he had included which brands to get. 

Her small cart modestly full, she stops in the ice cream aisle. What’s the kind she likes again? The one with the blue carton? Fuck, she can never remember. It’s just not something she really thinks about. Whenever she’s sad, Percy hands her some ice cream in a bowl with a kiss on the cheek, and that’s the extent of her relationship with it. 

She picks out a blue carton at random, rubbing her thumb against the ice crystals which form against the side. Ooh, olive oil and fig flavor. That sounds good. 

Whatever, finals are coming up, there’s some extra money in the budget this month, and she’s going to need this. She tosses it in, rolling the cart onwards towards check-out, a skip in her step. 

Annabeth is proud, weirdly enough. She’s done a good job. She stuck to the shopping list, vegetables and all. It’s a small victory, but a worthwhile one. 

So she’s already in a good mood when she sees it. 

She doesn’t recognize the lady on the cover of the magazine, dressed in a black negligee, pouting for the camera–her name is splashed across the page, but the letters are all jumbled up, and she doesn’t care enough to take the time to try and decipher it. That’s not what captures Annabeth’s attention, anyway; the headline is. For whatever reason, she has no trouble reading this one. 

“5 Real Reasons Guys Want to Try Anal Sex.” With the utterly charming (read: dumb) tagline, “Your butt is the pumpkin spice latte of sex stuff.”

Annabeth snorts. Real appetizing.

And yet, she takes the magazine out of its stand. Flips through the glossy pages until she finds the relevant article. 

The checkout line moves forward by one person. And Annabeth keeps reading. Look, she’s just taking advantage of the fact that her dyslexia isn’t fucking things up for the moment, okay? 

“There’s a male obsession with the butt hole,” writes the author. “Here’s why guys are so into it.” 

Annabeth frowns. 

Percy’s never expressed any interest in her butt before. Is that bad? Is her butt not nice enough? Does he actually secretly really want to try anal sex, but he’s just never brought it up to her before? 

She and Percy do plenty of sex stuff. There’s variety, spice, a little pizzazz in a relationship that was certainly not on the rocks, nor had fizzled out, but had just needed a little pinch of something. Something appealing to the two warriors and war-heroes. 

And besides, it’s not like sparring hasn’t always been a form of foreplay for them.

So, as she is no longer laboring under a crisis of being too vanilla to live, she puts it out of her mind, and slides the magazine back in its place. Also, the author had been so slut-shamey. And he (she? Whatever) had not sold her on the concept of anal in any kind of enticing manner.  

Watching the digital readout of the cash register as the numbers climb, she resists the urge to tap her foot. If Percy did his numbers right…

$49.45. Eleven dollars under budget. Her boyfriend might actually be a genius. 

Of course, it’s only when she hops off the bus twenty minutes later that she realizes she forgot the avocados.

Crap. 

***

Percy doesn’t take it too hard. 

“Oh! Fuck! Ah!”

Fortunately, Annabeth can’t say the same. 

He laughs, low and breathy, his teeth grazing at the edge of her ear. 

Annabeth, in her infinite wisdom, has been running a series of covert experiments on her boyfriend. Nothing bad or mad scientist-y, mind you, and certainly nothing that would hurt or upset him. Just some academic curiosity. Simple as. 

Her boyfriend eats fish. Now, to be fair, a lot of people do. But given that Percy can literally converse with all aquatic and marine life, she would have figured that he would have sworn off fish entirely. If Percy can claim a cyclops as a brother, befriend a giant, and be raised as Praetor after only thirty-six total hours among the infamously paranoid Romans, then making friends with sea creatures was probably second nature to him. In fact, she knows it is. And yet he still eats fish.

Did he ever think about it? If he did, did he like… care? Does he ever think about the fact that he is eating his father’s subjects?

It’s not like he prefers fish to burgers or anything. She’s almost afraid to bring it up. What if she accidentally causes an emotional breakdown because he never put two and two together?

Percy nips at her jugular, soothing the bright starburst of feeling with his tongue. Gathering up her legs in his arms, he pushes her up further against the bed, her pillow the only barrier between her head and headboard, and picks up his pace. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes. “There we go,” he murmurs, kissing her hungrily. 

Right. Anyway. The point is, Annabeth is conducting an experiment: do different types of fish affect Percy’s mood? (And by mood, she of course means sexual mood.)

Swordfish made him aggressive. Shrimp just made him more hungry. Octopus made him handsy. 

She liked the octopus days. 

But, alas, octopus was expensive, so today was a swordfish day. Percy had cooked them some fabulous fish tacos (sans avocado, of course) and then, after doing the dishes, had proceeded to throw her against the door, pinning her body against the wood, bracketing her with hands and thighs. 

Which, of course, led to this. 

He growls, hands drifting down her thighs, and he grabs her ass, squeezing–hard. 

Oh yeah. 

Then, the magazine from earlier flickers in her mind’s eye, and she frowns. 

Percy, with his finely-tuned Annabeth-senses, pauses, pulling back. “You good?” 

How in the fuck–“Yeah,” she replies, her voice a half-gasp. “Yeah, it’s fine.” 

“You sure?” 

She takes in the pretty picture above her–his nude form, lean muscles flexing, sweat plastering his dark hair to his forehead, his lips bruised from kisses–and she squeezes around him, her pussy throbbing as his eyes flutter close and he groans. “Pretty sure.” 

His mouth is on hers in an instant, he plants his knees for better leverage–and he digs furrows into her with his fingers, his hands clenched firmly on her ass. Her butt. Her posterior. And so on. 

It’s hard to frown while coming your brains out. Yet, when Percy rolls over, gently brushing her hair from her face, he is frowning, too. “What’s on your mind?” He says, his chest still heaving just a little bit, coming down from such great heights. 

Sluggish, she takes a moment. Fish, avocados, magazines. Her butt. “Nothing.” 

The slant of his mouth means he’s unconvinced, but he kisses her cheek in the way that means, I’ll drop it for now, but don’t think you’ve wiggled your way out of this one. “Mind if I take first shower?” 

Annabeth waves a hand. Given that her legs are currently jello, she couldn’t have objected even if she wanted to. 

The soft rain of the shower is hypnotic, lulling her into that lovely, hazy place she goes to sometimes after a particularly intense round of sex. It’s not sleep, exactly–too many residual shocks running up and down her body for it to be sleep, but just this sort of… mental calmness. Which is rare for her. Usually, thanks to her stupid battle instincts, she can’t get her mind to stop racing, so whenever she can get her thoughts to slow down, to consider them one at a time, or even not at all, she relishes it. 

Eventually, she will have to get up and shower. Sweaty sheets are no fun to sleep in. But for now, she just lets herself float. 

From out of the mental mist, a hand gently jostles her ankle. “No sleeping,” says the voice she loves so well. 

“Not asleep,” she mumbles. 

“Uh huh.” 

Forcing her eyes open, she turns her head to the side. Percy, bone dry and smelling of sea salt and lavender, kisses her nose, before reaching over her, and swiping her bra from its place on the nightstand where it landed after being haphazardly tossed aside an hour or so ago. “Hi,” she says. 

“Hi yourself. You need help?” 

She shakes her head, pushing herself up on her elbows. “Just need another minute.” 

She spends that minute observing her boyfriend’s naked form as he picks up the rest of their clothes, dumping them in the closet hamper, before grabbing himself a clean pair of boxers and shimmying them on. 

They’re blue and have fish on them. And she’s about 75% sure they were a White Elephant gift at the Saturnalia party that Frank used all his battle tactics to make sure Percy took them home. 

Percy thinks they're great. But Annabeth kind of wishes he’d skipped them. 

It slips out before she realizes what she’s said. “Your butt is really nice.” 

Percy stills, then turns his head, smirking at her over his shoulder. “What was that?”

Annabeth groans.

He sticks his butt back at her, giving it a shake–like a dog after jumping in the water. “Like what you see?” 

“No.” 

“Don’t deny it–you know you want a piece of this.” And he smacks his own ass. “Oh!” He moans, high and breathy–a perfect imitation of her. “Yes!” 

Annabeth flings a pillow at him, laughing. “You’re such a fucking loser.” 

If only she had known just how much butts would be on her mind in the coming days. 

She cannot stop thinking about it. That stupid fucking magazine. Percy’s butt. Her own butt. She spends whole minutes in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror from every angle. 

Her butt is not the work of art that Percy’s is. It does not look like it was cast in bronze then replicated in marble to be displayed in fine houses and coveted by philosophers who decided that it was the pinnacle of youthful male beauty. It’s smaller, and flatter, and it doesn’t stick out from her body very much, or at all, really. Is that good? Honestly, she has no clue. It’s not like Annabeth has had the time, or the will, to go and do research on butts. She has no idea what constitutes a good, desirable butt, over a bad one. 

She loves Percy’s butt, but she wouldn’t necessarily claim it as her favorite of his body parts. He also has great shoulders, great abs, really nice calves, his beautiful chin, his… 

Anyway. 

Of her body parts, she knows he likes her legs. A lot. Like, a lot a lot, if the occasional dark finger mark on her thigh has anything to say about it. And he likes her hair. He likes to play with it, likes to pull her curls, he even likes braiding her hair when she’s hours deep in a design and can’t spare a few minutes to do it herself. 

But does he like her butt? 

Or her boobs, for that matter. She knows they’re small. At camp, that was a benefit–armor fits so much better when you have a smaller chest, as the Aphrodite girls, as well as Clarisse, could attest. But what about the real world? 

Her girlfriends at Berkeley assure her that it’s not a problem. Percy’s never said anything to even imply otherwise. 

And yet. 

It sticks in her head, consumes a good part of her waking moments. (Which could be better spent on schoolwork, or date nights, or that one weird quest she had to do for Pomona, of all gods. Who the hell is Pomona?)

It comes to a head one night, during a mutual homework-and-despair-over-the-kitchen-table session. Percy is struggling his way through a book, and Annabeth is struggling her way through building some kind of fucking cube based entirely on drawings. Gods, she wishes she had her old laptop. It could have blasted through this homework set no problem. Sure, that’s probably technically cheating, but what’s a little academic dishonesty here and there? 

Across the table, Percy groans. “Why did I let your dad talk me into majoring in classics?” 

“You love it, don’t lie,” she says, furiously erasing an errant line. 

“This isn’t even classics!” he whines. “I have to read Heinrich Schliemann’s diary.” 

She lifts her head, squinting at him. “Who?” 

“He’s an archaeologist who blew up half of the Trojan ruins.” 

Wrinkling her nose, she snorts. “Shit archaeologist.”

“No kidding.” Percy stands, stretching a little bit. His shirt rides up, flashing a strip of tummy at her. “I’m gonna get some more water. Need anything? Hello? Earth to Annabeth?” 

“Hm?” She blinks. 

Percy is waving his hand in front of her face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Annabeth.”

“Yeah?”

“What is going on with you?”

“Nothing,” she half scoffs. “Why? I’m fine.”

His mouth twists. “You’ve been kind of spacey all night.” 

“As opposed to other nights?” It kind of comes with the ADHD territory. He, of all people, should get it. 

“Well, yeah.” He wanders off, pulling out a couple of glasses from the cabinet. “Usually when you space out, you’re still thinking–you tap your pencil against your paper, or doodle structural joints. But tonight, I’ve barely heard a peep from you.” 

…Who even notices that about people? “Why do you know that about me?” 

She can feel his smirk, even from across the kitchen. “Because I love you.”

Part of her wants to preen. Another part of her wants to shrivel up and die a little. The first part wins out–barely. 

“So,” Percy says, setting a glass of water in front of her. He leans on his hand, the other one on his hip. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

She takes it, and drinks, gratefully. There’s no need to rush; she knows he will wait for her. Percy gazes down at her, his eyes crinkled in a delightful blend of concern and fondness. Mostly fondness. Gods, she loves him so much. It would be embarrassing if she didn’t know that it was equally returned. There’s something beautiful about that, in this moment, the two of them in this little bubble of home, just existing together. Inquiries that don’t need answers. Oddness that requires no real justification. Only reassurance that things are mostly okay. Space to breathe. To lay things bare, no matter how strange. Percy will understand.  

Raising her eyes to him, she smiles, and asks the question bubbling up from deep inside her subconscious: “Have you ever wanted to try anal sex?” 

“Wh–” He gapes, and his hand slips, nearly cracking his head on the table. “Uh, wh–what? Huh?” he stammers, picking himself back up. 

“Anal sex.” She picks up her pencil, twirling it for lack of anything else to do with her hands. “What do you think about it?” 

Blinking at her, he works his jaw before squeezing out, “...Like, in concept?” 

“Yeah.”

“As in, something for us to try?” 

“Yeah.” The pencil dances across her fingers. “Are you interested?” 

“...I guess?” Percy squeaks, then he clears his throat. “Yeah. I mean. Sure.” 

“That wasn’t very convincing.” 

“Well, I’m not very convinced yet.” 

“Oh.” She frowns, going for another sip to hide it. 

“Hey–come on, not like that.” Percy pulls his chair around the corner of the table, taking her hand as he sits down. “It’s not a ‘no.’ Just… Can I ask where this is coming from?” 

Shrugging, she chooses to look at their joined hands, suddenly fascinated with the way that her skin shifts as he rubs his thumb across hers. “I dunno,” she mumbles. “Just thought it sounded interesting.” 

“Interesting?” 

“Yeah.” Flicking her eyes up, they land on that little furrow between his brows that she loves so deeply. “Fun, even.” 

“For you or for me?” 

What a weird question. “For us, seaweed brain.” 

He would get to have butt sex, which apparently guys are totally into, and she would get some reassurance that her butt was good enough to have sex with. Win win. 

Percy looks at her, his beautiful green eyes searching back and forth. It’s stupid, but sometimes they really are like whirlpools, and she really can get lost in them. Not that she would ever say that out loud. That would be too embarrassing, even for her. 

Then, releasing a breath through his nose, he squeezes her hand again, and knocks his foot against hers. “Okay.” 

She perks up. “Okay?” 

“Okay. But, uh–” Guiltily, he casts a glance back to his laptop. “I kinda have to finish this reading tonight, so…” 

“Oh!” She laughs. “Gods, no, not tonight. I’m going to be up all night with this stupid problem set.” 

He chuckles in return, but a little shakily, like he does whenever he barely misses a swipe of her knife during sparring practice. “Rain check, then?” 

“Definitely.” She leans over and kisses his cheek, immensely gratified by the light flush that comes over his face. 

Oh, this was going to be so much fun!

Butt sex day ends up being pushed back a few times. First, it was the fact that her problem set ended up plaguing her through the end of the weekend. Then, Sofia had invited her to a girls’ night out in the city, and she was far too hungover to even consider having sex. And then Percy caught a cold. 

She doesn’t forget about it, though. Every so often it will pop up, distracting her from a sketch or prompting a sudden round of phone research on the toilet, and every time she always remembers that, oh yeah, this is a thing she wants to do. But between homework, social engagements, illness, and Percy suddenly being voluntold to lead a Legion training exercise out in the middle of nowhere for a week and a half–without her, she might add, which was fantastically rude, and was apparently due to something about the Second Cohort’s sour grapes about last time, which was dumb, because it wasn’t her fault that the Centurion cried after she kicked his ass up and down the field–thoughts of anal sex keep falling to the wayside. 

Like today, as she comes back from class, holding the mail. Nestled within their mailbox, amongst the letters, had been a small, thin, white package–not an Amazon box, which usually shows up within hours of placing an order, courtesy of one Hylla, but something else. She doesn’t remember ordering anything, so it’s probably for her other half. “Percy!” She calls as she enters the apartment, kicking the door closed with her foot. “Package for you!”

Percy, nearly wedged into their couch, his legs kicked up and holding a PS4 controller with his eyes trained on their little TV, frowns. The console had been a donation from one of her step-brothers, who had decided that he preferred building computers himself rather than buying them outright. “What package?” 

“Uh…” Annabeth squints at the label, the tiny letters blurring into squiggly lines. Honestly, she hadn’t even looked. “A… Adam…” 

“Oh!” Her boyfriend practically somersaults over the couch, controller still in hand, and swipes it from her. “That package!” 

“What is it?” 

Percy blinks at her. Behind him, the little guy on the screen gets a faceful of laser gun, and dies, with a sad whine. “It’s–uh–gym stuff.”

“Gym stuff?” 

He nods. “Yeah. Frank and I are–we were thinking about starting a weight lifting program in the next couple of weeks. So I got some gloves.” Gently jostling the box, he flashes a strained grin. “For the weights.” 

You know, weights are probably not a bad idea for her, either. Jogging with her ankle gets a little bit harder every day, and the idea of building some more visible muscle is pretty appealing. Maybe they could do weights together! “Cool,” she says, already turning her attention back to the rest of the mail. She’s learning to recognize junk by the feel of the glossy plastic, but paper envelopes still frustrate her. “Let me know how it goes.” 

Date night gets pushed back a few times, too. You’d think that two people who live together would manage to carve out some time to spend it together, but nope. At least during midterms, anyway. 

But finally, after two grueling weeks, midterms are done, New Rome obligations are fulfilled, and Percy and Annabeth have the whole weekend to themselves. They celebrate with a wonderful home cooked meal of pastichio, a light salad with vegetables that Annabeth chopped herself, and earlier she had caught a glimpse of something round and chocolatey, covered in plastic wrap and chilling in the fridge, so she’s just about vibrating as Percy finishes up the dishes. “So,” she starts, tapping her heel against the floor, “when do I get to see what you’ve been slaving away over all day?” 

She knows he heard her. Still, he takes his time before responding, carefully wiping each dish before slotting it neatly in the drying rack. It’s maddening. It’s infuriating. It’s kind of making her hot. 

Eventually, he finishes, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Needs to set for another hour, maybe.” 

“Aw, come on.” 

Her disappointment is assuaged somewhat as he strides over to her, takes her head in his hand, and leans down for a kiss, his tongue swiping over her lips. “Can’t rush perfection.” 

Well, how is she supposed to argue with that? “Fine,” she pouts, not really that bothered. 

“Besides,” he says, his voice dropping in that way that makes her want to curl up into a ball at his feet. “I have a couple ideas for how to pass the time.” 

“Oh?” 

“Mmhmm.” He brushes a curl from her face, his eyes lidded and dark. “If you’re interested.”

Sitting up straighter, she reaches up to entwine his fingers with hers. “I could be.” 

There’s a brief pause, something almost imperceptible flickering across his face, before he relaxes. Not a bad something almost imperceptible, but just… unidentifiable. If she didn’t know Percy as well as she does, she might never have noticed it. 

“Do you remember,” he starts, his voice low and warm, “that thing you wanted to try?” 

Does he mean… “Yeah?” 

“I was thinking…” His hand drifts towards the back of her head, fingers sliding into her hair like he knows she loves. “Maybe we could try it out tonight?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, more of a moan than she had meant it to be, and he smirks at the sound. Dammit. She’s so gone for this boy it’s stupid. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

It’s happening! It’s finally happening!

He smiles crookedly, stirring up her heart. “Mind if I take a quick shower? I’m just a little sweaty from all that cooking.” 

Pity. She likes his sweat smell. Call her gross, she doesn’t care. “Sure.”

“Great.” He kisses her forehead. “Back in a bit.” 

And with one final soft caress (that she does not lean into. Come on. She has some standards) he goes off to the bathroom. Tipping her head back onto the chair, she closes her eyes, not even attempting to staunch the smile that stretches across her face.

It’s not that she’s been absolutely dying to try anal sex. Well, she has, but it’s more–the butterflies in her stomach, they’re not about anything specific. They’re simply for the sweet, heady thrill of new experiences with the love of her life. And she adores this feeling. Whether it’s walking hand-in-hand in Paris, fighting a catoblepas in Disneyland during “It’s A Small World,” or merely moving into an apartment across the country with him, it sets her blood singing, every single time. Life as a demigod is one adventure after another, but now they get to be fun adventures, instead of deadly ones. They get to be the adventures of living, and of living well. 

And yeah, also she’s really excited about the adventures of sex. Her boyfriend is hot as Helios and she loves having sex with him. She wants it all, every experience, not because she feels like she’s missing out on anything, but because she gets to do it all with Percy. With her seaweed brain. 

Gods, she loves him so much! 

Unable to contain herself, and because Percy’s short showers can range anywhere from two minutes to half an hour if he really feels like, she practically springs up from her chair, nearly skipping to the bedroom. 

Maybe she should shower, too. Or at least, uh… do some last minute cleaning down there. Though, she hasn’t had Taco Bell for a while, so that’s something. But, like, a few extra wipes probably wouldn’t hurt. 

The shower is in full swing as she enters the bedroom, though it seems quieter than it usually is. “Percy?” she calls, stripping off her shirt, tossing it towards the laundry hamper. “You in there?” 

Nothing. 

She frowns. Stepping up to the bathroom door, she knocks. “Percy?” 

A beat, then finally, muffled over the roar of water–“Yeah?” he replies. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say his voice was strained. 

“You mind if I use the toilet really fast?” 

“...Sure!” 

In short order, she completes her business (doing a few extra strokes for good measure) then retreats back to the bedroom, her shorts joining their compatriots on the floor, and realizes–the reason it sounded so quiet was because Percy hadn’t been singing along. He’s a full on shower singer, regularly treating Annabeth to the greatest hits of the seventies and eighties. She’s caught him full on belting plenty of times, crooning into the shampoo bottle microphone with zero shame. 

But instead of power ballads, tonight there was nothing. Not even a hum. She thinks maybe she heard a tiny whimper, though that might have just been the loose toilet seat squeaking as she sat down. 

Whatever. Not important. What is important is getting herself ready. Down to her underwear, she hops onto the bed, scooching herself back against the center of the headboard, and straightens her back. Her legs fall open in front of her in what she hopes is an inviting V, and she folds her arms behind her head, the movement pushing her chest out, making it look like she has something going on up there. Tossing her hair from her face, she smiles, and settles into the pose, waiting for Percy to come out and see her. 

Thirty seconds pass. She twitches her toes. A minute or so later, her arms are starting to tire. 

Damn, maybe she should start joining Percy and Frank at the gym. 

When her butt starts to go numb–can’t have that, that’s the main attraction–she decides a new pose is in order. She chooses to flop on her stomach instead, facing the bathroom door, and resting her head on her arms. That way, her butt will be front and center. 

Another minute passes. Maybe more. Still no Percy. 

Huffing, she turns over onto her back. 

What’s the hold up? He hadn’t smelled that bad at dinner. 

Finally, she hears the water shut off. Finally! 

She manages to roll back onto her front just as Percy comes out of the bathroom. He’s let himself stay a little bit wet, which she likes very much, little drops of water dragging down the length of his body and onto the lip of the towel around his waist, blazing trails for her fingers to follow in just a moment. He smirks down at her, mouth slanted, eyes dark. “Hey.” 

“Hi.” 

“You look comfortable.” 

“You look clean.” 

“As a whistle.” He unwraps the towel, slowly enough to be deliberate, and carefully hangs it on the bathroom door. 

Before she can make some stupid joke about whistles and how well she can blow them, Percy hops up onto the bed with her, sweeping her up into a kiss. It’s neither blistering nor hungry, but sweet, even as his hands automatically slide down her back to her bra. That’s okay, though. She wants to really be in the moment for this–at least for right now. She’d rather not be melted into a puddle of sexy goo until a little bit later. 

His fingers chase the straps down her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and it takes her a second to remember that she has to actually let go of Percy if she wants it gone. She grumbles, and he laughs back, slipping it off her in one smooth motion. He’s honestly better at taking off her bra than she is. He’s certainly got his ten thousand hours in at it. 

When he brushes a thumb over her nipple, she decides she does not care even a little bit. 

She does think about complaining when he doesn’t stay there and give her tits some more attention, like they deserve, but she chokes it back as he slides his fingers beneath the hem of her plain, gray, cotton underwear. Shit, should she have put on some sexier panties or something? It is a special occasion after all. Percy, though, doesn’t seem to mind, if the glint in his eyes is any indication as he slowly peels them off her hips. He swallows, loudly enough that she can hear it, then ducks down to kiss her belly, smiling at her little gasp, her little jump. “Can I?” he asks, voice thick, ghosting his thumb over the pubis. “Before we… uh, continue?”

“Only if I get to join in,” she replies, dragging her hand down the length of his side. He shudders as she passes over ridge and valley, tracing the map of his body, her fingertips skimming over the dark thatch of hair over his cock. 

“Yeah,” he croaks. “Okay.” 

And she smirks as she wraps her fingers around him, watching the long line of him shake, the dip of his head as he sucks in a breath, before he responds in kind. A true master of his craft, he wastes no time in parting her labia, stroking just above her clit. He knows that she likes a warm up–going straight for the pleasure button does nothing for her. She needs a prologue before the rising action, a set up before the climax. As it were. 

For several minutes, they don’t–can’t–speak, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing, in harmony with the slick slide of skin on skin. Somehow they’ve managed to remain relatively upright, Annabeth balancing herself on one arm, though Percy looks as though he might collapse on top of her at any moment, especially when she catches her nail on the underside of his cock. And wouldn’t that be nice. He hisses, biting back a curse, but Annabeth can’t dwell on her victory for too long. Parry and riposte, he moves his hand, slipping his fingers inside of her, and she drops her head, unable to hold back a moan. He leans in closer, mouth beneath her jaw, less of a kiss and more just his lips under her ear, open-mouthed and panting as she squeezes him. 

“Fuck…” He groans against her neck, the sound vibrating through her body. “Can–can you–?” 

She reaches forward to cup his balls, and he nearly does collapse, a guttural noise punching out of his chest. He almost lunges towards her, planting his mouth on hers, and she welcomes it, lips on lips and sloppy tongue against sloppy tongue as he crooks his fingers inside of her pussy. The feeling builds like a wave, rising from deep within, picking up speed as it starts to race to shore–

Wait, wait–“Wait, Per–” He kisses her again, deep and ravenous, and had she not been sitting down, her legs might actually have given out at it. Woof. Weakly, she pushes against his pelvis, turning her head so Percy couldn’t swallow her words. “Hold on.” 

Percy pulls back, concern breaking through the fog of lust. “What is it?” 

“Just–give me a second,” she pants. 

Can’t end the party too soon. Not that Annabeth wouldn’t be up for round two if need be, but she doesn’t want to come right now. Not yet. 

Not before the fun really begins. 

“Slower?” he guesses, and she can just barely nod. 

“Please.” 

True to his word, he pumps the brakes. His fingers are still inside her, but instead of thrusting, he goes for more of an internal massage, his fingertips gently, but firmly pressing up against her walls, making little soothing circles. It’s a different build, less like a tsunami, and more like the inner chamber of a volcano, a slow, churning boil that sends warmth through her whole body, tips to toes. She trembles, her arm nearly buckling. 

Before she falls, though, he sweeps his arm around her, pulling her close to him, chest to chest. The movement jostles his fingers, and his hard cock bumps against her thigh, her hand trapped between them both, but from their communal hisses of pleasure, it is certainly not a problem. It’s her turn to kiss his neck, now, her teeth scraping over the taut line of his jugular, and he actually whines, a high pitched squeak matched by her own as she starts to ride his fingers. 

“Okay,” she gasps. “Okay.” 

They pull back as one, gazing into each other’s eyes. Wide and wine-dark, his gaze burns through her, feverish, grasping, hungry, before he cools somewhat, returning to himself. “You ready?” he asks, voice rough.

Annabeth nods.

“Say it.” 

“Yes.” She kisses his stupid perfect slanted mouth for good measure. “Yes, I’m ready.” 

For all of it. For everything. As long as they’re together. 

And then Percy flops onto the bed, right onto his back. He looks up at her, his gaze waiting and expectant.

…Okay. Is this how they’re doing it? 

She follows suit, stretching out next to the right of him. 

For a few seconds, they lie next to each other, shoulder to shoulder. She holds his eyes, tracking the changes as they grow ever so slightly confused. Looking to her for the cue. 

Is she supposed to do something? 

“Um.” His ears pinken, little dusts of rose. “Are you gonna…?” 

“Oh!” Duh! Probably hard to get at her ass from this position. 

She rolls over, lying on her front, head kind of awkwardly smushed into the mattress as she turns it to look back at him. Hopefully they’ll adjust the positioning before the actual act. 

But he does not, as she would have preferred, leap upon her to ravish her. 

Instead, he sits up, frowning at her in confusion. “What are you doing?” 

She braces herself up on her elbows. “Getting into position?” 

If anything, that makes him more confused. “Huh?” 

“What do you mean, ‘Huh’?” 

“Where’s your…” She sees it on his face as some sort of realization begins to dawn. “Wait. Annabeth.”

“What?” 

“Who do you think is fucking who?” 

…What? “Percy. You’re fucking me.” 

“Am I?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“So… you don’t want to peg me?” 

Her head is spinning. “What?”

“Annabeth,” he says, doing his best to hold back his laughter, but she can see it bubbling up under the surface, “when you said–when you said you wanted to try anal, I thought you meant on me.” 

Her own laugh bursts out of her without any warning. “Oh my gods!” 

The laughter ripples through them, feeding on each other until they are both doubled over on the bed, nearly folded in two. Percy clutches his stomach, collapsing back onto the bed, and Annabeth can feel tears in her eyes. 

“No,” she gets out, laughter making her voice shake, “no, I meant on me.” 

“Yeah,” Percy giggles, “I got that. Eventually.” 

“You thought I wanted to peg you!” 

“Can you blame me?” He rolls over, bumping into her and kissing her shoulder. “You were suddenly all like, ‘Oh, Percy, your butt is sooooooo sexy–’” 

She laughs again, even as she gives him a gentle knee in the side. “Shut up.” 

“Tell me how much you love my ass.” 

“No.” 

“Tell me!” 

“No!” 

She tries to roll away, but Percy pulls her on top of him anyway, wrapping his arms around her. Delightfully, she can feel that he hasn’t lost any of his hardness. “Tell meeeeeee!” 

“In your dreams, seaweed brain!” 

His arms squeeze around her, tighter. “Tell me, or I won’t let you up.” 

She shivers. “That is not the persuasive technique you think it is, babe.” She snuggles down into the crook of his neck and shoulder, making sure to wiggle her whole body so he can feel every single inch of it. 

But he only squeezes her one more time before releasing her. She feels the loss acutely, even though she is still laying on top of him. “So, now what?” 

“What does that mean?” Annabeth asks, not moving from her Percy pillow. 

“Do you want to leave this alone for a bit?”

She pulls back, frowning. “What does that mean?” 

Soothingly, he strokes a hand down her side. “I mean, take another rain check, maybe.” 

“No,” she shakes her head. With their luck, their next date night wouldn’t be until after finals. And then they’d probably get interrupted by some useless bullshit quest, anyway. “I’m still game if you are.” 

Gods, she hopes he still is. He certainly feels like it. But what if he actually wanted her to peg him? Did she accidentally ruin the mood? 

The hand that was stroking her side moves lower, gliding over her hip. 

“How about,” he says, pitching his voice down a touch, and on top of him like this, she can really feel it vibrating through his broad, firm chest, “you tell me exactly what you want. So there’s no more…” Grinning up at her, he scrapes his nails across her skin, and she shudders. “Misunderstandings.” 

She would reply, except suddenly she can’t really think beyond the feeling of his fingers on her, creeping up along the swell of her ass. “Uh…”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Uh?” 

“Um.” 

“Um?” he gently mocks. And then, he presses down. Annabeth clenches, automatic. “Not quite sure what to do with ‘uh’ or ‘um.’” He does it again, turning up the pressure. “Looking for specifics here.” 

“I–” 

But before she can get out her sentence, Percy has moved from a simple press to a full-on grab; he takes one cheek in his hand, and squeezes, hard, so sudden that she actually squeaks.

“Percy–”

“Mmhmm?” 

“I–”

He squeezes her ass again, smirking. “What was that?” 

Fucking prick! “I want you to do anal sex on me!” 

His lips twitch like he’s about to start laughing again. “You want me to do what?” 

Face flushing, she buries her head back in his shoulder. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” 

Ugh, why is she in love with him again? “I want you,” she mumbles into his skin, “to fuck me in the ass.” 

“Sorry, didn’t catch that?” 

If he drags this out one more minute, she might actually explode. “Please,” she says, lifting her head to him. “Please fuck my ass, Percy. I want it.” 

His playful facade falters, before falling away entirely–eyes widening, pupils dilating, pink mouth hanging open, he gulps, audibly. 

Was the please too much? 

“Okay,” he wheezes. “Yeah.” 

Instead of turning her over and proceeding with the ravishing, though, he catapults upwards, almost throwing her off him. 

“Drawer,” he rasps. 

“What?” 

“Condoms. Lube.” He flails his arm somewhere to the left. “Let me–get them.” 

“Oh,” she pouts. She was under the impression that they had kind of graduated out of condoms. It’s not like they were going to be bumping uglies with anyone else. And, embarrassingly enough, she happens to really like the feel of him bare inside of her–probably more than he does. Whatever. She’s not weird. 

Percy pecks the smile off her mouth, before sliding out from under her. “Safety first.” 

“Fine,” she sighs, a touch dramatic. “Just make it quick.” 

“Trust me,” he says, clambering over to their bedside drawer, “I don’t want to draw it out any longer than you do.” 

She turns on her side, all the better to shamelessly ogle him as he struggles to balance on the bed with one hand shoved inside the drawer. He really does have a great ass. “I’m holding you to that.” 

“Aha!” Triumphantly, he holds his prizes aloft, and turns back, grinning. “And to think you doubted me.” 

Annabeth could never. Not in a million, billion years. Not if Olympus crumbled or the World Tree went up in smoke. 

Not that she’d ever admit it. Well–that’s not entirely true. She would admit it, and happily. She’s pretty sure Percy already knows, anyway. It’s just probably something she should save for later. Like their wedding, maybe, instead of the first time they try anal sex. “So,” she says instead. “How are we doing this?” 

The “how” ends up being her on her front, with a pillow propped up under her hips. She has another pillow for her head, which is currently resting on her crossed arms. It’s a smidge uncomfortable, but it’s worth it for being able to look at Percy as he lies next to her, stretched out on his side. It’s doubly worth it when she doesn’t really have to move for him to be able to lean in and kiss her. 

Percy slides his hand down the length of her spine, and against her mouth, he whispers, “Are you ready?” 

She breathes in, holding for a moment, then releases, sinking further into the pillows as the tension leeches out of her body. “Yeah.” 

“Okay.” His hand disappears, and she would mourn the loss of it, were it not for the warmth of his body, so close to hers, or the little puff of air over her shoulder. She hears a faint click, then a squelch, then he leans into her again, whispering into her ear, “This might be cold.”

The lube is cold, but she valiantly holds in her squeak. 

And as his fingers drift south, she has a sudden, terrifying moment of clarity. 

Oh gods, he’s going to put his fingers in her ass! 

Will they fit? Will it hurt? Is she clean enough down there?!

“Relax,” he murmurs, low and soft and safe. “I’ve got you.” 

At some point she will have to do a genealogical check on Percy to make sure he doesn’t secretly have an Aphrodite in him, because she softens instantly. His words are like a blanket, covering her in warmth, calming every insecurity she has. His voice is a shield, protecting her all her vulnerabilities, warding off all her fears. 

He dips a finger between her cheeks. It’s cold. But it’s warm, too. Like the great campfire on a winter evening. 

Then he…

He presses it down, gently, just on the rim of–of her asshole. 

It’s… odd. Not bad, just… odd. 

Percy, not sensing any reticence from her, presses down again, with two fingers this time. Like he does with her clit, he massages a gentle circle on the skin. And just like he does with her clit, his fingers leave sparks in their wake, little trails of fire that sink beneath the skin and travel straight to the core of her, throbbing at the warmth of it. 

“Doing okay?” he asks, ever the gentleman.

She nods, turning her face into the pillow, not quite willing to trust her voice yet. 

“Okay,” he says. “I’m going to put it in now, alright?” 

She can only nod again. 

She can’t help it–she tenses up as she feels the tip of his finger at her back entrance. Wet and cold, if she felt it on her leg, she might have thought that Percy was pranking her with some seaweed. She’s about to tell Percy that she takes it back, that this was a dumb idea, that she really didn’t know why she was obsessing over such a silly thing–

His finger breaches the hole, and she gasps. 

“Annabeth?” He probes (heh), the gentleness of his voice not quite strong enough to cover his worry. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Talk to me–”

“More,” she moans. 

Dutifully, he pushes in further. 

Annabeth has had plenty of experience with penetration. She figured, vaginal or anal, how different could they really be? 

Never has she been so happy to be so wrong. 

Her first semi-coherent thought is: oh, he feels so big and it’s only a finger. Even just the tip of it feels enormous, stretching her to the very edge of her limits. The second is: yeah, there’s a little bit of pain. But not in a bad way, oh no–it’s the bright starburst of sensation like when she itches a mosquito bite, or worries at a scar that hasn’t quite healed, the brief, sharp pain making the relief just that much sweeter. Every touch sends sparks skittering up and down her spine, electricity pulsing even down her legs, and every breath she takes only strengthens the feelings, a feedback loop of unbearable intensity. 

It only gets worse (better?) as Percy announces that he’s going to add a second finger. By the third, it takes her a moment or so to realize that the high, strained, keening sound is coming from her. 

Then he shifts beside her, and the angle of his fingers change, and–”Oh, fuck!” 

Percy kisses the base of her neck, nose in her hair, panting in her ear. “Is that good?” He growls. Gently, maybe even subconsciously, she can feel his dick as it thrusts against her, leaving sticky trails on her hip. “Do you like that?” 

“I–oh–” She pushes her hips back into his hand, the silk pillowcase beneath her sliding perfectly against her clit. If her eyes weren’t squeezed shut, they’d be popping out of her skull. “Fuck… me…” 

His smirk burns against her skin. “I am fucking you,” he says, punctuated with a particularly delightful thrust of fingers that feels, somehow, mirrored in her pussy. She clenches around the phantom feelings of fingers in her cunt, and delightfully, around the very real fingers in her ass.

She needs him. She needs all of him. Right the fuck now. 

Shimmying an arm out from under her, she sloppily grabs the back of Percy’s neck, pulling him closer. He’s sweating, face and neck flushed, his eyes nearly black from lust, and there’s a little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. 

“Percy. Please.” She’s far, far too gone to be embarrassed at being reduced to begging. “I need you.” 

“I’m here.” His kiss is searing, his tongue fire against hers. “I’m here.” 

But she shakes her head. “No, I need–I need you, inside of me.” 

She can see that stupid fucking smirk curling up his face, and she surges up, grabbing him in another blazing kiss before the sight of it can make her come all over his fingers. He returns it, just as he always does, with equal passion, equal frenzy, equal rapture. Equal love. 

“You,” she breathes, her forehead against his, “are going to fuck my ass. Properly. Or I swear to all the gods–” 

As he chuckles, his chest pressed against hers, the vibrations traveling directly to her cunt, she wonders if maybe she should have let him smirk instead. 

He kisses her, once, twice, three times. “Your wish is my command,” he murmurs. 

But again, he doesn’t throw her down and ravish her. He spins her around, with one hand pulling her so her back is flush with his chest, and with the other (plus a little help from his leg) kicking her posture pillows out of the way. Peppering her shoulder with kisses, he lays them down so they’re spooning, and Annabeth’s initial disappointment swiftly dissipates, dissolving at the feel of him so, so close. Her head rests against his arm, his lips are fastened to the side of her neck, their legs are intertwined, and every deep, heaving breath only serves to press him further against her, skin searing with contact. 

It’s heady. It’s intoxicating. It’s the perfect angle for her to rub her ass against his cock, and to feel his shaking frame as he groans, wet breath beneath her ear. “Fuck,” he mumbles. “Condom?” 

“Huh?” 

His right arm stretches over her, but can’t quite reach the little foil packet he had retrieved earlier. “Can you–fuck,” he hisses, grasping her hip to keep her from moving again. “Can you grab it?” 

It speaks to their experience with tangled limbs that she’s able to snatch up the condom, tear open the wrapper, and pass its contents back to Percy in just a few seconds, despite not having used one in a while. They should try and see if they can do it even faster. You know, for science. 

He retreats from her for just a moment, hand bumping against her as he fumbles the condom on. Can he feel her heartbeat picking up speed, her breath hitching in delight and anticipation? 

“Okay,” he slurs against her shoulder. “Okay, I’m–just give me…” 

And there, finally, blessedly, there is the press of his cock, lighting her on fire from within. 

He moves into her, hot and heavy and so much bigger than she’s used to, pushing the air out of her mouth in a ragged, broken moan. He’s so deep, and he’s only burrowing in deeper, helped along by her tight, tight hole. Face red, she clumsily throws her arm back, grasping for something to hold–and, catching his hair, grabs on for dear life. 

She doesn’t think she’s ever felt this close to him. Not even during their first time. She is engulfing him, consuming him, and being consumed in return. She is held, surrounded, encompassed, overflowing. 

No wonder Alexander loved this. No wonder Achilles died for this. 

She had never felt so beloved. 

And then, he pulls back, and she gets to experience the beautifully luxurious feeling of being slowly pulled apart from the inside out. 

Back and forth, every thrust stokes the fire, the hot, bubbling pit of pleasure quickly rising in her: stomach, breasts, neck, cheeks, temples. Behind her, she can feel his wet breath against the knob of her spine, can hear the sweet little groans she’s not even sure he knows he’s making. He might not be able to hear them over her own, though. 

“Percy,” she whines, and she would do it herself, but if she lets go of him now, she might float away into nothingness, “can you–would you–” 

“Anything.” He nips her ear, tongue laving over the pinpoint prick of that wonderful hurt. “Anything.” 

“Touch me–Percy, I need–”

That he doesn’t make her say it out loud is only proof that he’s as far gone as she is. Releasing its death grip on her hip, he moves his hand between her legs, making a beeline for her clit, and she screams. There is no other word for it. He plays her like a symphony, works her like his sword, presses and rubs and squeezes her clit, pushing her higher and higher and higher. The cliff is in sight. Moments away. 

With some difficulty, she turns her head, looking at Percy through lidded eyes and fluttering lashes. Perfectly attuned to her every move, his eyes flick to hers, burning a hole through her beneath furrowed brows. “Kiss me,” she slurs. 

He stretches his neck to her, capturing her lips with his, gasping and hungry. His mouth is sweeter than any ambrosia. More honeyed than any nectar. 

She falls–but as always, they fall together. 

With a final squeeze, she breaks apart, her orgasm ripping through her, with all the violence and intensity of a great wave, crashing on shore. It covers her, subsumes her, steals her breath away. Or maybe that’s Percy, crushing her to his chest, so close she can feel the force of his pounding heartbeat, strong and thudding, imprinting itself on her very bones. Her very soul. Their two bodies, knitted together in this one perfect, divine moment. 

If she never opens her eyes again, maybe she can make this moment last forever. 

Unfortunately, though, it doesn’t. It could have been hours, days, even an eternity later, but in Annabeth’s opinion, Percy pulls away from her far too soon–and she makes her objection known, whining as he removes himself from her person. He kisses her shoulder in apology. “Sorry.” His voice is as demolished as a ruin, rough and rocky, heavy with emotion. “Back in a second.” 

In the absence of his embrace, eyes still shut, she stretches herself out, savoring the sore muscles that throb and ache, faint afterimages of pleasure. She can already tell she’ll feel this deeply in the morning. She certainly hopes so, anyway. 

“Scooch up,” says Percy, somewhere to her right. “I need to grab the blanket.” 

She would, if she felt like moving were possible at the moment. 

“I mean, I guess you can stay if you want to sit in a puddle of lube…”

Wordlessly, she rolls over, and he presses his chuckle to her back. 

A thought occurs to her. The lube, the condoms, the position, the clean-up–Percy had been surprisingly prepared for this. Not to mention the actual act itself. Did he do research? Bracing herself on her elbows, she squints up at Percy, haloed by the overhead light. “Where on Earth did you learn how to do that?” 

“Research,” he says matter-of-factly, but his attitude is betrayed by the light flush on his cheeks. “And, um, practice.” 

Her momentary fantasy of Percy-the-researcher is shattered as her eyes snap open. Practice?! “On who?” 

His flush deepens. “...Myself.”

“Your–oh.” In her mind’s eye, the clarity of Percy-the-researcher is suddenly replaced with a hazy, foggy image of Percy-the-strategist, acting out his plan on himself before he tries it on her, his fingers in his own… 

Did he blush then like he is now, sweet and pink and lightly self-conscious? Did he like it as much as she did? Given his general hesitation and worry, maybe not. Which was fine. More for her. And she wanted so much more. 

But the idea of his fingers, breaching his body like they did her’s with so much skill…

Her own face burning, she drops her head back down into the (lube-free) sheets. “Can you get me some water, please?” 

“Sure,” he says, voice just a tiny bit hoarse. “Anything else?” 

“And the lights.” She can feel a small headache coming on, and she would like to enjoy the afterglow as much as possible. The bright, sunny ceiling light, for all the good it does in making sure she actually gets out of bed in the morning, will not help her right now. 

She can almost feel the weight lifted as he flicks off the light, and she breathes a sigh of relief. “Don’t forget to wash up,” he says, planting another kiss on her hair. 

In response, she grumbles, muffled by the sheets. 

“Uh uh, wise girl, no whining. You want another yeast infection?” 

Dang it. Why does he have to be right so often? 

With a heroic effort that should have been sung about in the ancient tragedies, Annabeth manages to clamber out of bed, unsteadily making her way to the bathroom, muscles screaming in protest. She will admit to being wholly unprepared for the feeling of having her guts rearranged. It’s a lot, sure, but it’s no worse than a good fight with Frank or Clarisse. She can sit down just fine, relieve herself like normal. The cool porcelain is a balm to her flushed, sweaty skin. And she doesn’t spot any red in the post-gentle-wipe toilet paper inspection, which is always good. Between the choice of wiping up tacky lube from her thighs, or wiping up come, though, she thinks she prefers the come. Semi-dried lube is not exactly a nice texture.

She manages to waddle back, throwing on a spare, oversized, purple t-shirt from orientation with “LEGIONNAIRES DO IT WITH LIGHTNING” emblazoned on its front, and clambering onto the bed, laid out with their spare, but clean, duvet, just as Percy returns bearing the requested water, as well as… “Is that cake?” 

“Olive oil chocolate cake,” he says, handing her the glass. She drinks, gratefully. “With some salted vanilla ice cream.” 

…Oh! The dessert!

He grins. “You forgot, didn’t you?” 

“No,” comes her immediate retort. 

Percy must be tired, too, because he doesn’t really push back, only gives her a bowl before plopping down next to her. “Sure.”

“I didn’t!”

“Uh huh,” he mumbles around a mouthful of chocolate cake. 

Not to be left out, Annabeth takes a bite of her own. 

Predictably, it’s delicious. It’s divine. She’s a bit of a confessed snob about olive oil, one of her few true cooking-related talents, and she’s pleased to see that it’s rubbed off on Percy–the olive oil is smooth, fruity, and just a little bit bitter, perfectly complemented by the dark chocolate of the cake. Her fork picks up a little bit of the salted vanilla ice cream, too, and it comes together to form a symphony of color and flavor in her mouth, mutedly sweet and softly rich. She moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head. 

“Good?” 

She doesn’t even respond, just swallows it down and shoves another forkful in her mouth. 

Percy chuckles, licking his fork. “Should I be pleased or worried that your ‘enjoying food’ noises are the same as your sex noises?” 

“Pleased. Very pleased.” 

“Oh good. ‘Cause this was supposed to salvage date night if the anal hadn’t been good.” 

Laughing gently, she tips her head back against the headboard. A sound strategy if she ever heard one. She gently rocks from side to side, tensing and releasing her core, savoring the sweetness on her tongue and the dull ache below her stomach. “Well, you definitely don’t have to worry about that.” 

She can feel his heavy gaze on her as he inches closer, brushing her arm against his. “So, that was okay? You… had fun?” 

Nodding her head, she tenses again. “Oh yeah.” 

“Does it hurt at all?” 

Nod. 

“Sorry.” 

Annabeth not-so-casually throws a leg over his own, hooking their ankles together, and lays her head on his shoulder, cuddling deeper into his side. “So not a problem.” 

“So… this is a thing for you.” 

She shrugs as best she can. “Yeah. I guess.” 

It’s not something they ever really talked about at length. They’ve been friends long enough, dating long enough, and having sex long enough for Percy to realize that she doesn’t mind a little pain mixed in with pleasure. But she also knows that Percy’s fear of hurting his loved ones is integral to who he is as a hero. As a human. It’s just one of the many reasons why she loves him. If this is going to become a problem for them… well, they’ll figure it out. They always do. 

But Percy rushes to soothe her, kissing her head. “I’m not–I don’t want you to think that I think it’s weird. Or that I… that I–don’t like it myself.” She can feel him flushing, can feel the jump in his pulse. “I just always want to know you’re having fun. Or enjoying yourself. If you like this–if you like pain…” Beneath her shoulder, he breathes in deep, settling his racing heart, and she relaxes into him further. “I mean, you’re a warrior. You’re the greatest warrior. And I get the appeal of adrenaline, of testing your limits and your body, I do, I just… if this is a thing you want, I want to make sure I’m always giving you the thing you want.” He noses her hair, and she takes his free hand with her own, entwining their fingers together. “I couldn’t bear to hurt you in a way you didn’t like, that I didn’t bring you more pleasure than pain.”

Her own heart lurches in her chest. There are so many things she could say, so many affirmations and reassurances and declarations of the goodness of his heart, but her throat closes up just thinking about it. Momentarily speechless, she kisses their joined hands instead.

“If I–if I ever… you’ll tell me, right?” 

It’s a testament to the tenderness of the moment that she doesn’t even mind when her voice trembles as she responds, “Gods, Percy, of course.” 

His breath is shaky beneath her as he sighs–but she can feel his shoulders relax, his taut body settling as the tension begins to run out of him. He was actually a little bit afraid, she realizes. Scared to voice such an old, dark fear.

It’s almost funny. Annabeth’s usually the one who has issues with vulnerability. It’s hard, but she likes to think she’s getting better at it. And when the reward is this, this intimacy, this wonderful quiet closeness, it’s worth it. It’s so, so worth it. 

The moment feels big, somehow. She feels closer to him than ever before. 

“So,” she says, her voice still a tiny bit thick, “does this mean we get to do this again?” 

His laugh is startled out of him, short and sharp, but it does the trick–his heart settles fully, and he relaxes even further. “Sure,” he says, taking their empty bowls and stacking them on the bedside table. “I’m game if you are.” 

“Definitely.” Hands free, she turns into him, throwing an arm over his torso.

“Though maybe next time we should try it on me,” he muses. “I mean, if it’s as fun as you make it seem, I kinda wanna check it out.” 

She frowns. “I suppose.” 

“What, are you claiming bottom privileges?” 

“All the best heroes were bottoms,” she says, primly. “Achilles, Alexander… I’m in good company.” 

“Well, I’m a great hero, too,” Percy says, shutting off the lamp, plunging them into warm, companionable darkness. “Maybe I should get to try it.” 

“No.” She snuggles into him further, squeezing his chest. “Mine.” 

“Ah, of course.” He pulls the blanket over them. “I forgot I was in the presence of the mighty Annabeth the Great.” 

“Of course.” 

“Fierce lioness of Athens.” 

“That’s me.” 

“Greatest hero in all of Greece. Or at least in the Bay Area.”

She kisses his chest. “You better believe it.” 

“Never doubted it for a second.”

[berylgrace]

Our Last Summer (Chapter 4)

Summary: Ever wondered what happened that summer? Go back in time twenty years, and meet the handsome fellas that had Annabeth singing "My my, I could never let you go!"

A Mamma Mia! AU prequel.

Chapter Four

There was a pair of boots under the bed. Still groggy, Annabeth had to keep closing her eyes before she could properly focus on them. Her eyelids were heavy, begging to shut for just five more minutes, to sink back into the glorious slumber the sunshine had woken her from. There was a slight gap in the curtain, just enough for a slant of light to shine through, just narrowly missing her face. She could feel its warmth on her neck, see the golden glow as though it were emanating from her own skin. The boots were black. Leather. They looked well-made, but had definitely been well-worn, too, scuffed around the edges, marks along the sole, much less shiny than a brand new pair. The laces were still tied, and one of the boots was laying on its side, as though it had been kicked off a careless owner in a hurry to remove them. She couldn’t make out the size on the bottom, too sleep-delirious to squint at the number, but they looked too big to be Annabeth’s.  She peered down to get a better look at them, but recoiled as the sunlight shone into her eyes. Much too early for that. She groaned, shuffling closer to the middle of the bed, and brushed against something solid and warm. That made sense. They were Percy’s boots, her sleepy brain confirmed. The two of them had made it inside - well, just about, if her memory of fumbling blind for the door handle while her lips were occupied was anything to go off - and wasted no time. It was silly, but every moment felt so precious, and so short, that she had felt this instinctive need to take advantage of life while it was still in front of her. Percy had shared her sentiment, and she remembered collapsing into the bed with a bubble of laughter at their urgency.

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