Threat;). . .

ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ… ɪ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴀᴘᴇ threat;). ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪɴ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟᴀᴘ ᴍʏ ᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜᴍ.

take my ability to walk too please daddy

Thinking about showing everyone what a whore you are.

Hanging out with friends, everyone is having a good time, you're sitting next to me on the couch. I turn to the group and say, "hey, watch this." I look you in the eyes and tell you to spread.

Obediently, you open your legs for the whole party to see, smiling so prettily at me. Just the way I trained you. Everyone's laughing, but you're so drunk, you don't really understand why.

I reach a hand between your legs, rubbing so sweetly, and say to everyone else, "come on, come feel how wet she is!"

So our friends gather around, chuckling and teasing as they all lean in to feel you for themselves. I rest one hand on top of your head - you're doing so well for me.

Your whole body is suffused with warmth, now. From the booze and weed, sure, but there's another warmth, isn't there, building inside you. You barely even notice as I help you out of your clothes, but you certainly notice when my cock slaps down on your tummy.

"Hey, wait," you laugh, and as your mouth opens fingers find their way inside. They're not mine. You aren't sure whose they are. There's a raw attitude building in the room, and more and more hands are on you every second, more lips, more probing fingers.

With a jolt, you feel me push inside. You've never quite gotten used to my size, and it feels so fucking good as I stretch you out inside, pressing in every direction, and you can't help but moan with my strong, deep strokes.

Another cock is by your mouth, pushing at your lips, then another. Someone grabs your wrist and puts your hand on their cock, and someone is riding your other hand, now. I press down on your tummy as I fuck you, and hands caress your hips, your moans obstructed by the cocks in your mouth. You're such a good girl that you try to focus through the pleasure to stroke what's in your hands. People are laughing, aren't you proud to be the heart of the party?

Abruptly, the cock in your hand spasms, and you feel the hot, sticky cum shoot onto your bare tummy. Your breath catches in your throat, and with three quick, perfect strokes inside you, you cum, cum for me, writhing beneath the hands and attention of all your friends, and as you contract around me I can't help it either. You hear me moan something, indistinct over the noise of the party, over the noise of your exhibition of lust, and you feel it shoot deep inside you, spraying your womb, dripping out as I continue to thrust into you.

I pull out, slapping your aching cunt, watching you flinch. You're begging now, you need more, don't you? I half pull, half carry you over to the coffee table, and push you down on one side.

I lift one leg up, and as I force your tight little ass to spread for my thick, veiny cock, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You feel pressure as someone else, you don't even know who and I won't let you see, slides their cock inside you, my cum still dripping out. Their cock isn't nearly as thick, but it's long, long, long. You gasp as our friend pushes your cervix up into you, fucking you quick and deep as I impale you on my cock.

You start crying, hands covering you again, kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine, your fingers, and you cum again, intoxicated by the attention, losing yourself in the hedonism of it all...

After you don't know how long, you feel me pull out. You're not even sure if I came or not, but the space is filled soon enough. As you feel the warm wetness of a tongue caress between your legs, you overhear me on the phone.

"Yeah, man, get over here. Bring everyone. Oh, don't bring any condoms. You're not gonna believe this..."

DISTANCE MAKES THE HEART GROW ANGRIER

✸ pairing: jason grace x daughter of minerva! reader

✸ summary: you don’t know anything about jason anymore, except for the fact that you hate him for leaving

✸ warnings: kinda angsty…BUT I SWEAR THERE’S FLUFF AT THE END!! hurt / comfort type, & i think i swore like twice whoopsie

✸ notes: this might be my longest fic yet, hello? i mean, that’s not saying much but STILL

you didn’t know much about jason grace as of lately. it was true that there once was a time that even the smallest of scratches on his skin weren’t a mastery to you, a time when you knew him better than you knew yourself.

until six months ago, when he disappeared without a trace and left you all alone.

as a daughter of minerva, you’d never had many friend to begin with aside from the two praetors of new rome, for your skills and intellect set you apart from your fellow members of the legion and as leader of the first cohort, you were high up in the ranks anyways.

but now, six months later, you found yourself filling the post of second praetor not because you wanted to, but because you had to. the weight of the world had fallen upon your shoulders in only a fortnight

then, percy jackson had appeared.

you’d given him the position you held graciously, but it did nothing to repair the damage done that caused you to be emotional and physically strung out beyond relief.

you didn’t know much about jason grace anymore, except for the fact that you hated him, and unlike reyna, would not be welcoming him back with open arms when he arrived at camp jupiter as percy said he would.

and arrive he did, aboard a flying warship with three other demigods you’d never seen in your life.

while percy, reyna, and the rest of the legion welcomed them in with open arms, you were nowhere to be found.

jason’s eyes scanned the crowd over and over again and each time failed to find just the face he was looking for.

ever since his memories had been returned, the son of jupiter had been driving himself crazy with anticipation to see you again.

the curve of your soft lips and spark in your eyes; the flex of you muscles as you fought and the amused quirk of your brow when you inevitably won. he remembered it all and he missed it all so much that he thought it just might suffocate him. to him, every minute without you was another minute closer to asphyxiation.

fortunately, even after six months, you were still the same girl he had always known. the same one who would tie her shoe laces with two loops instead of one and always had to step out the door with her left foot first.

the same girl who knew him better than himself, and who he knew just as well.

so when he walked into your typical getaway spot, you couldn’t really say you were surprised.

hidden and tucked away in the corner of the new rome library you sat, a book you could’ve even say the name of propped open in front of you just in case someone came in and you needed to look occupied.

you hadn’t read a word since you’d gotten in there, for your brain was too busy reeling with thoughts about the boy who was now sliding his way through the front door to the library in search of you.

you heard footsteps enter the otherwise pen-drop silent room and darted your eyes to the page of your book, resting your face in your hand and letting hair fall over your face in hopes it might cover you up and by some miracle, conceal your identity.

but unfortunately for you, jason would know you anywhere.

he stopped in his tracks when his eyes fell on you, his darling girl hiding away in a corner, trying to disguise herself from the world. you weren’t in your official centurion getup like everyone else, but instead jeans and a purple camp jupiter t-shirt that exposed the four lines scored across your arm.

four years. four years that you had known jason, and four years that had been stolen from him just like that.

“yn?” he uttered, asking even though he knew for certain that it was you.

you didn’t answer, just flipped the page of the book you weren’t reading. it bruised his heart a little bit, but he expected nothing less ever since your absence at the welcome party.

he walked closer, testing the water in hopes that you’d at least spare him a glance up. when you didn’t even give him that much, he crossed the room fully until he was standing in front of the table you sat at.

“i braced myself when reyna told me you were mad, but i didn’t expect for you to ignore my existence entirely,” he told you after the silence became too much to bear.

with a huff, you snapped your book dramatically shut and looked up at him, avoiding eye contact and making yourself seem as uninterested as you could possibly scrounge up.

for the first time in months, you took in the beautiful sight that was jason grace. he looked almost the same, with his starry eyes and pretty smile. except he was dressed in a eye-stabbingly bright orange shirt that read camp half-blood on it and was seemingly a size too small, considering how it distractingly hugged his biceps a little too snugly.

he still looked like him, but if he was masquerading around as someone he wasn’t. a son of zeus and not jupiter. a quest leader and not a praetor. a teenage boy, not a soldier.

“library’s closed, and you don’t have authorization to override that rule anymore,” you told him bluntly. “or did you forget how to read, too?”

“okay, ouch,” he nodded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans to stop himself from fidgeting. but that was the girl he knew: assertive and naturally bossy, for lack of a better word. a true leader, just like himself.

“i’m trying to read, leave,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes off of his.

“i know you’re not reading that,” he rolled his eyes, knowing that you didn’t see it became if you had, he would’ve been chided.

“yes, i am.” you insisted, reopening the book.

“sweetheart,” he sighed, pushing the cover shut again and pointing to the bleary title. “it’s in italian. which if i remember correctly, you don’t speak.”

your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you were mad at him, gods damn it, and you were gonna act like it.

slamming the book down, you pushed yourself to your feet and began towards the door, not giving him the decency of another word.

poor jason didn’t know what was going on. he didn’t know why you were acting this way or why he didn’t get the overwhelming joy of you running to his arms like annabeth had percy’s. no, instead you ran off at the mention of him and refused to meet his eyes.

he’d lost six months with you, and briefly lost the memories of all four years of you, there was no way he was going to lose you now too.

the fear of losing you— all of you— for good had a grip on him so tight that it made him catch your wrist with his hand before you could leave, and the touch of your skin against his sent a refreshing shock through his senses. one chance was all he needed to make sure you didn’t slip through his fingers again.

“don’t go,” he said. “please. i— i don’t really know what’s wrong, but i know that i want to and that i want to fix it.”

for the first time again, your eyes met his. but where his were soft and concerned, yours were glassy and inflamed.

“you don’t know?” you glowered loudly, voice echoing in the silent and empty library, eyes holding angry tears. “jason, you left me! and for months, i tried to figure out what was wrong with me that made you do it, until everyone reminded me that it doesn’t matter what i think or how i feel, because there’s people to take care of and responsibilities to handle.”

jason stared at you, all the things he’d planned to say suddenly lost as he processed your broken words.

“and yeah, i know now that it was all juno, but by the time i was told, everything had already changed too much.”

“too much?” he questioned, looking down at you like a wounded puppy and yanking on your heartstrings.

it wasn’t his fault, none of it was. the involuntary leaving, the memories being wiped, the identity shattering feeling of being an amnesiac. it was all juno and her twisted plans and jason was just a victim of it, and you knew that.

but he had forgotten you once, so what would stop him from doing so again? or worse, what if he had gotten all these memories of you back and the fresher version of his mind had decided that you just weren’t worth it anymore? maybe you never were.

you were just protecting yourself, your heart.

at first when he left, you’d prayed every night he’d come back, wished on every shooting star and dandelion. but then you were forced to accept that no, he wasn’t coming back and somebody had to step up. you had to step up.

it hurt so hard to have your life flipped upside down and take on more than you could even imagine, you just couldn’t do it again.

who’s to say that the minute you let him back in, he wasn’t going to be ripped right away again?

“too much.” you restated. “before percy showed up, i was filling your position and holding my own. all while people either asked me what happened to you or looked at me like i was some poor, little wounded deer, and helping reyna keep everything from falling apart, and with fucking octavian breathing down my neck! and the whole time i couldn’t think of anything but you, and your stupid…you!”

you groaned and shoved your face in your hands to hide the tears that had already started falling, the frustration becoming too much.

slowly, jason put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you into his chest, to which you let yourself slowly collapse into his embrace, your hands the only barrier between your face and his chest.

he wrapped his arms around you carefully like he’d done many times before, rocking back and forth as a silent attempt to calm you. he felt a little guilty for enjoying the feeling of you in his arms again, given the circumstances.

“i’m sorry,” you whimpered into the cotton fabric of his ugly orange shirt. “it’s not your fault. and you don’t deserve to be yelled at or ignored. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay,” he murmured into your hair. “i’m sorry for letting you think there was ever anything that could make me want to leave you. and, i’m sorry for not remembering everything sooner.”

you must’ve looked pretty damn rough for him to be apologizing that his memories were stolen by a goddess.

“you really remember?” you whispered into his chest, scared that if you said it too loudly the answer might change.

“yeah,” he answered, picking his head up off yours and tapping the back of your head to draw you out of his chest.

you didn’t go far, looking up at him while still in his arms, tear-streaked face and all.

“there she is,” he mused. “there’s my pretty girl.”

the frown on your face deepened at that, purely because your face was surely red and covered in tears, and he decided to compliment it anyways.

“everything? you remember it all?” you sniffed.

“everything.” he confirmed. “like how this is where you go when you’re stressed,” he dipped his head down and kissed your cheek.

“and your favorite color’s light blue,” he kissed your other cheek. “and you prefer mystery books to romance,” your forehead. “and i even remember the time i tied your shoe for you and got kicked in the face in exchange.” your nose.

you were eye-to-eye now, drowning in oceanic blue surrounding his blown-up pupils.

a small giggle passed your lips at the last anecdote, pressing a nostalgic smile onto your lips. “i missed you,” you admitted.

“i missed you too,” he said. “can i have a kiss now?”

you smiled and pulled his face to yours, capturing his familiar and dearly missed lips with your own. after all the fussing and fighting you’d done, he could have as many kisses as he wanted.

thinking of having a roommate who loves seeing me walk around in an oversized shirt with no bra and pj shorts that make them question if i’m even wearing anything underneath because of how they’re hidden by the shirt.

i want them to be a little creep who gets off on how trusting i am towards them.

who sneaks into my room when i’m out to steal my panties and use them as a cum rag before putting them back in my closet. knowing i’ll wear them even if i see the stains cause i’ll just assume i ruined them myself and decide they’ll work until i get some new pairs.

who watches me put on lotion after i shower, seeing me rub the white cream into my skin and wishing it was their cum covering me instead, taking my half empty bottle of cream and adding a couple loads of thick cum to it, loving the way i don’t question why the bottle is little fuller now, nearly creaming their pants seeing me cover myself in the cum filled lotion, it’s almost like they’re claiming my body marking it as theirs.

who can’t take it anymore and sneak into my room while i’m asleep, find me sleeping in those ridiculously short pj bottoms, moving them to the side, seeing my pretty pussy presented just for them, getting me nice and wet with their tongue while stretching me out with two fingers, adding a third to make sure i’m nice and prepared, finally getting to fuck me all nice and gentle like a cute princess, so blissed out finally being able to touch me in the the depraved ways they’ve been craving and hearing me make those sweet sleepy moans that bring them so close to the the edge that they don’t notice how rough they’re getting with me, pausing mid thrust when they hear me whisper their name, looking down to see my half awake and unfocused eyes, slowly starting to thrust again while cooing at how cute i am to be having such a depraved dream about my roommate, lulling me back to sleep while still fucking into my wet cunt, cumming harder than they ever have before right into my pussy only to pull out and watch it leak out of my hole, using thier thumb to push it back into my cunt before wiping their hand in my hair and fixing up my shorts, going back to their own room completely spent and ready for sleep.

who wakes up the next morning to see me act like nothing happend and i don’t have dried cum covering my thighs and making my bed head worse.

maybe my lovely roommate will decide to start making nightly visits to my room to test just how oblivious i can be.

Naughty, Naughty

Pairing: Jason Grace x F Reader

Warning: Smut..Unprotected Sex..Getting Caught...Jealousy...Spanking..Public sex....Woods

Jason's jealous gets in the way of Y/N relationship with her BFF and quickly punished for actions.

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Each day was something different...But of course, Thursdays was jealousy. The day began with a rocky start.

You laid down the field of grass, helping out the Demeter kids' grow some plants. Shoveling the dirt, (Best Friend) passes you along the seeds for the next herbs.

Of course, they tried to keep up with humor, but it was too fast. It was quite entertaining as they tried to enlighten you with jokes. "What did the Mustard say to the Ketchup?" They smirked.

Sighing, you looked up, trying not to smile "What did the Mustard possibly say!"

"You need to KETCH-up!"

Rolling your eyes, you laughed at the poor-thought-out joke, "Come on (BFF's Name), Enlighten me with another!" Giggling at their ear-to-ear smile.

"Why sure thing, my dear" they said in a British accent.

Little did you both know, a broken-hearted boy watched from a distance....

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Jason huffed, folding his arms eyeing you and (BFF). Both of you giggling and having such a gay old time.

You laughed cheekily and punched their shoulder lightly as (Y/N's BFF) gave you one of their famous smiles as a friendly gesture.

Both you and Jason's eyes met before he stormed off. Your head tilting in confusion, you said your goodbyes to your friend as you promised to come back soon.

Hurriedly, you followed Jason shouting his name, "Hey- Jas, Jason! Wait up!!"

You kept calling his name until you finally caught up with him. "Hey, are you ok?" Placing a hand on his cold shoulder, he rejected it, turning around.

He scoffed, "Go hang out with (Friend's Name), you guys seem really close lately."

Your brows rose, quickly, shaking you head and resting a hand on his arm, "Someone seems quite jelly, don't you think so too, Jas?"

His cheeks turned rosy blossom red, trying to hide his emotions, "Jealous? Me? What made you think that?"

You smirked, "Let's try this again..." In a low voice, you stepped on your tippy toes, heading for Jason's ear, "I said...Jason Grace, are you jealous?"

Your hands gliding up his arm, His hands wrapped around your waist, "Who said I had to respond?"

And within minutes, you were pinned onto the grounds in a familiar place. He kissed you. Longing for his sweet taste, you couldn't help but kiss back.

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Jason is quick to remove each part of clothing. Everything tossed or torn. He thrusts roughly in and out, his hips pounding in your own, refusing to let you cum. Letting out grunts and groans, his fist clenching, "Now who do you belong to?" He questioned.

Moaning silently as the feeling of pleasure, nothing comes but a couple of incomprehensible words.

"Don't make me repeat myself-"

"You, Jas... I belong to you, every inch." You moaned.

Rushing satisfaction overwhelms Jason as his thrust become quicker and rougher. So needy for him, he loved you and you belonged to him. Seeing you in such a needy state, made him love you more.

"Fuck.."

He gave you the gesture of a cocky smile, he knew you loved him too. That was all that he needed to let you cum.

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Thank you for reading this story! Sorry if it's not up to standards or doesn't seem like Jason. I hope some of you did enjoy! So ty for reading!!

Restraining you to the bed by your wrists and ankles, forcing your legs spread wide open. Pressing a vibrator against your clit and strapping it to your leg as I turn on the tv and force you to watch all of the disgusting porn we’ve filmed together. You enjoy it at first, making a mess all over yourself as you start cumming over and over again while you watch me fuck and abuse your holes. But as the videos continue they get filthier and even more perverted until you start seeing videos that you don’t recognize, videos of you while you’re unconscious or sloppy drunk as I completely take advantage of you in those vulnerable states. You start squirming, trying to break free, you start crying, begging for me to turn it off. I turn the vibrator to the highest speed, grab you by your head and hold it still, forcing you to watch the videos of me fucking your innocent, unconscious holes. Forcing you to cum nonstop until your brain breaks as I start to train you to love being my little fuck toy that I can use whenever I want, wherever I want

DM me for more whore

at first, i was really enjoying myself. i'd been hesitant to let you film us at first, but you'd been so sweet and explained how it would be fun to look back on so i'd agreed. and honestly? now, watching the videos, i know you were absolutely right.

helpless and bound, i arch my back, spreading myself wider, a moan escaping my lips as the vibrator pulses to life against my clit. at first, i revel in the pleasure, my inner walls clenching, a mess of arousal dripping down my thighs as i cum again and again, lost in the depraved scenes unfolding on the television.

but then, something shifts. the videos grow progressively darker, more twisted, until i see myself in a state of utter vulnerability - passed out drunk, drugged into a stupor, completely at your mercy, scenarios i have no memory of. tears prick at the corners of my eyes as the realization slowly dawns on me -

the videos show my limp, unconscious form sprawled across mattresses and floors, your hips pistoning relentlessly into my ravaged holes as i helplessly buck and moan through each brutal invasion.

seeing those snippets of my own shame and degradation played back at me is like being forced to witness my own descent into debauchery, and the humiliation triggers a fresh onslaught of sobs and pleas.

"please, stop! turn it off!" i wail, trying in vain to wriggle free from the restraints, my body slick with sweat and arousal despite my protests. as the scenes of my violated body continue to play, the stimulation builds to an excruciating crescendo inside me, over and over again, my mind fracturing under the relentless assault, never to recover.

it's okay, fucktoys don't need brains <3