#nico di angelo smut

[willsimpforanyone]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a poly!solangelo x child of eros!reader smut? And there was this tiny bit of angst since reader is the child eros and well, ya know what happened last time nico saw eros/cupid? Thanks!!!!!!!!:D

i can do that, thank you for waiting so patiently! as per usual, everyone in this fic is in their 20s at least as they have their own apartment and no one below 25 can afford that shit

reader will use they/them pronouns and generally i don't refer to genitals unless the ask specifies them

hoo boy this got away from me

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I draped myself over the back of the sofa, arms flung around Nico's neck. "Hey gorgeous, how're you?"

The flinch he gave, no matter how hidden, didn't go unnoticed. He didn't say anything and I immediately pulled away. I walked round to the front of the sofa, sitting at the end with a good two feet of space between me and my boyfriend.

"You okay? Do you not want to be touched?" Which I was fine with, it just meant I'd go and find Will to lean on- being a child of Eros meant I was somewhat touchy and that wasn't always okay with people.

Nico shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "Hm? Yeah, y-yeah, I'm fine."

Bullshit.

"Bullshit, what's wrong?"

He shot a glare at me and seemed to immediately regret it, curling in on himself and tucking his head into his hands. I hesitated, slowly getting off the sofa. "Alright, I'm going to get Will, because this looks like I've done something and I don't know how to get you to tell me."

I made it almost to the door when Nico sighed. "Wait, come back, I-" His voice was thick, like he was swallowing tears. "-I can tell you, you don't have to get Will, just... c'mere, okay?"

Carefully, I returned to my seat on the sofa, clasping my hands together to resist holding his. Nodding, I waited patiently for Nico to explain.

After a moment, he turned to face me. "It's not your fault, I know that, but sometimes... sometimes it sucks that I never... for fucks' sake!" Nico dragged his hands through his hair. Instinctively I reached out, only to pull my hand back. Nico liked touch on his terms, and I would be a really shitty partner if I didn't respect that.

Instead, I cleared my throat. "Neeks, not to push you, but you're not making much sense."

Nico nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know, sorry, um." He took a deep breath.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Yeah, it's-" Oh. Oh, shit, it's a real bad anniversary. "Oh, fuck, Nico, I totally forgot!" I jumped off the sofa and made to leave. "I'll- I don't know, go for a walk or go to someone's house, of course you don't want to be around me-"

Nico practically leapt across the sofa to stop me leaving. "No! No, don't go, I'm not mad at you, I'm not, I swear." My hand was tightly grasped in his and it took everything in me not to melt. I let myself be led back onto the sofa.

"I'm not mad, it's just a bit difficult when someone you love was created by a god who ruined your life, y'know?" He gave a watery laugh. "Well, one of the gods that ruined my life."

I gave a small smile. "I get it, Neeks, I do, but I need you to be honest with me, okay?" He nodded, and I continued. "Would it make it easier if I just... left, for today? Go over to to Piper's or something?"

Nico wiped at the tears welling in his eyes. "Please, don't go. I love you too much to let your dad get in the way."

There was a pause, and we both burst out laughing.

"Oh my gods, that's such a weird sentence!" I cackled, and Nico buried his face in his hands to hide his smile.

"Wow." His voice was muffled but sounded less like he was going to burst into tears.

"What happened?" Will's head poked round the door, sunny smile directed at the pair of us.

I shook my head. "Nah, just realising that my existence is awkward."

Nico half-heartedly slapped my leg. "Hey, no, your dad's existence is awkward." We began giggling again.

Will waltzed into the room, pressing kisses onto the tops of our heads. "Ah, I see, that time of year, huh?" Wow, he catches on quicker than I do, apparently.

Nodding, Nico slid over to me to make space for his other partner. "Yep, I shall be mourning the fact that I didn't get to come out on my own terms for the rest of the day, just so you know." Will flopped onto the sofa and I immediately reached out, grabbing his hand so I was touching both of them.

"Well," Will began. "Thanks for the warning, honey, but you don't have to do that."

"I will, though, it's not really my choice." Nico gave a small rueful smile.

Will looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, I've sort of had an idea hidden in the depths of my mind for a day such as this."

Both Nico and I perked up, curious. Nico shifted until he was facing Will, back leaning against my side. "Sounds dangerous, but go on."

Clearing his throat, Will played with my fingers. "It's sort of a... roleplaying... thing." I raised my eyebrows back at him, and he shrugged. "Look, just something to make Nico feel like he's just... experimenting, unsure of his sexuality and hasn't come out to anyone yet."

I couldn't judge Nico's expression, but he hadn't turned to stone which I took as a good sign. His ribs vibrated against me as he spoke. "I'm... curious, continue."

Will sat up straighter. "Okay, um, something like we'd picked you up from a bar or something, convinced you to come home with us, allowing you to experiment with us, have us experiment with you, just stuff that a closeted gay might be interested in but without any potentially toxic fallout."

Pretending to take home an innocent Nico and letting him explore exactly what he wants? I couldn't lie, that was a pretty good idea as long as Nico was into it.

Very carefully, I tuned into Nico's body language. One of the weird little gifts I had from Eros was being incredibly attuned to body language and what it meant for each person. Will had gone from somewhat nervous to more confident when Nico had said he was interested.

Nico's shoulders were loose, his fingers interwining with mine, his heart was pounding and there was a red flush creeping down his neck. Without seeing his face, I could fairly confidently say he was interested in this idea of Will's.

Fidgetting slightly, Nico swallowed. "Hypothetically, when would you want to do this?"

Will shrugged. "I mean, the point of this exercise is to distract you, give you positive memories of before you came out." There were air quotes around the last four words. "So, hypothetically, if you wanted, we could start now." He paused. "Obviously you'd be able to safeword out of it at any time, you know that, right?"

Nico was nodding before he could catch himself. "Y-yeah, Oedipus."

Will made eye contact with me. "Hey, you down for this?"

I grinned. "Oh, so very down, baby."

Lifting himself off the sofa, Will reached for me. "Okay, Neeks, we're going to go out to the kitchen, then we'll come back in after a minute or so and get started, alright?" I took Will's hand and together we left Nico on the sofa.

My skin was buzzing, but I let Will lead me into the kitchen.

"Hey, Will?"

"Yeah, honey?"

I swallowed. "Can I kiss you?"

Will grinned. "Feeling a little deprived of affection, are we?"

Rolling my eyes, I pulled him closer, letting his hand go in favour of wrapping my arms around his waist. "Please?"

In answer, Will pressed his lips against mine. I surged forward, delighting in finally being allowed to touch and kiss and feel someone against me. Will's hands cradled my head and I melted into him, transferring all the desire to touch Nico in the last twenty minutes or so onto Will.

He pulled away, laughing lightly at my whine, and pecked my nose. "I know, babe, but we have a baby gay out there, waiting to be shown the ropes, isn't he worth cutting this a little short?"

That sent a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, absolutely, come on." I dragged Will into the bedroom, the pair of us searching for a couple things to lay out on the bedside table before Will caught me in one last kiss.

The trip from the bedroom to the living room was the longest journey in the world. Nico was standing by the mantlepiece, pretending to admire the picture of me and Will on holiday. He'd strategically put all other photos with him in them to face down- he was into the game and I was delighted to see him invested.

Will strode forward. "Hey, you like our home?"

Nico nodded. "It's lovely." His eyes ran over the cheesy rainbow flag bunting we put up last year and never took down. "It's great that you're so open in who you are, too."

I slung an arm over Will's shoulders. "Thank you, hun." I took a slight risk. "You could be too, y'know."

Shaking his head, Nico folded in on himself. "Maybe. Not right now, though."

Sidling up to him, I nudged his shoulder. "No, of course not, it's just us right now." Nico leaned slightly into my side and I looked back at Will, as if to ask him something.

He came up on the other side of Nico. "So, me and my partner were wondering, of course you can say no, it's just a suggestion, but-"

I interrupted. "Get to the point, darling."

Will pretended to glare at me. "What am I supposed to do," he hissed, just loud enough for both Nico and me to hear. "Just tell him we want to fuck him? I have manners!"

Nico coughed lightly, and both Will and I froze as if we'd been caught.

"Y-you..." Nico swallowed, trying to keep the smile off his face. "You want to- fuck me?"

I sighed, gently turning Nico to face me. "I'm not gonna lie to you, we may have had an ulterior motive in offering you a place to stay for the night, but that doesn't mean you owe us anything, okay? If you don't want to, then we can order pizza, watch a movie and make up the sofa for you to crash on."

Will, careful not to spook Nico, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "But, if you want to, my partner and I would love to..." He paused, considering his words. "...make you feel good, darlin', in any way you'd like."

Nico took a shuddering breath, trying to hide how much this idea was affecting him. "I-I don't know what I'd like, I've never been with..."

"That's alright, honey." I reached up and tucked his dark curls behind his ear. "We can help you figure that out, if you'd like." He looked at me with such trust in his expression I almost caved. This was the innocence that was hidden from him, but was still there, it just needed a little coaxing to come out. "So, what do you say, handsome?"

Under the careful ministrations of both me and Will, Nico relaxed and nodded. "O-okay, yes, I'd like that."

A grin spread across my lips and I trailed my hand from his cheek, along his neck, down his arm and twisted my fingers in his. "Then come this way, we'll take care of you, we promise."

I led the three of us into the bedroom. We sat Nico down on the bed, and his eyes drifted to the things on the bedside table. Will explained the condoms and the lube and that there was a bunch of toys in the drawer below that we didn't need to use but were there in case he wanted to see what they did.

Slipping onto the sheets beside Nico, I rested a hand on the back of his neck as Will explained in a way he would to someone that had no idea what they were doing. This kept Nico grounded and meant I could feel his heartbeat, blood thumping through him and giving away how excited he was.

"Will, baby," I interrupted. "I think he gets the idea."

Will grinned sheepishly. "I just want him to know what could happen." He kneeled down, leaning a hand on Nico's knee. "You still okay with everything still?"

Nico nodded, and I guided his head to face me. "Hey, can I kiss you?"

Instead of a verbal answer, Nico pushed into my space, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me hard. I reciprocated with as much fervour, closing my eyes and enjoying the familiar experience of kissing one of my partners. My arms secured around his waist and I hoisted him into my lap, drinking the whine from his lips.

Will pulled gently on the hem of Nico's shirt, pulling it off only when Nico pulled away from me very briefly. I ran my hands over his bare torso, thrilled with the hitch of breath I got when I ghosted my fingers over his nipples. I dragged my nails over them again and was rewarded with Nico throwing his head back and moaning from deep in his chest.

His hips were shifting, clearly getting uncomfortable. I broke away from where I'd been nipping a lovely flower patch of red and purple into his skin to look at Will.

Eyes hungry and wanting, Will was also shirtless and hard in his sweatpants. I raised an eyebrow. "Nico, sweetheart, hop off me for a moment, will you?" It took a moment for him to respond, but he obediently wiggled off my lap.

I slipped off my trousers, exposing my legs and shuffled back until I had my back against the headboard, the pillows holding me at an angle. Beckoning for Nico to come back, he crawled over and I positioned him until his back was against my chest. Will fell on the bed, eyeing Nico like a predator does prey.

Breathing against Nico's ear, I shot a wicked grin Will's way. "You wanna get fucked, handsome?" Nico's back arched against me and I felt the desperate groan more than I heard it.

"F-fuck, yes-!"

Will stripped Nico of the rest of his clothes, licking his lips at the sight of Nico's cock, red and hard and drippy with precum. "I'm gonna prep you first, okay darlin'? You think you can handle that?"

Nico nodded frantically. I smoothed my hand along the planes of Nico's ribs and hips. "Be nice, Will, he's new to all this."

I delighted in the twin moans that drew from my partners. Carefully, I reached down and pulled Nico's legs apart, thighs exposing him and a delicious blush spreading down his chest.

Grabbing the lube, Will coated his fingers in the substance and kneeled between Nico's legs. He winked. "I'll be gentle, promise."

Nico keened as the first finger eased into him, body adjusting to the intrusion and relaxing as I pressed kisses into his hair and Will went slow and soft, keeping up the pretense that this wasn't an intimately familiar situation.

"So good for me," Will breathed as Nico took a second finger, then a third. "Such a good boy for us, Nico." Said 'good boy' preened under the attention, body limp and pliable against me.

It didn't take long for Will to withdraw his hand. Nico let out a broken cry of want, and I shushed him in his ear. "Shh, I know, baby, I know, but don't you want Will to fuck you? Be the first one to experience you like this?"

Nico dug his nails into my legs bracketing him and nodded frantically. "P-please, I need him, I-I need him to f-fuck me so bad-!"

I grinned, lazily drawing circles around his nipples. "Aww, so precious, baby, wanna be fucked so bad." I looked back to Will applying a condom and hissing as he jerked himself with lube. "Don't keep us waiting, honey, you heard him."

Will practically leapt on Nico, catching him in a heavy kiss, tongues moving lazily and I held my hips as still as I could, occasionally grinding up against Nico.

They broke apart and Will sat back, lifting Nico's hips up and massaging his hole with a thumb. "You want me to fuck you, huh?" Nico rolled his hips in a frankly obscene way, and Will could stand it no longer.

He guided his cock into Nico, and I had the pleasure of hearing their sighs and moans at finally, finally getting some relief. The jealous part of me reared its head for just a second before it was pushed down by the delicious sight of Will fucking into Nico at a slow, steady pace, cock dragging against insides with wonderful friction. They fit together so well, I was so lucky to know and love and be known and loved in return.

I felt my body rocking in tandem with Will's thrusts, my hands firmly on Nico's waist to stop him wriggling too much. Whimpers and moans sang in my ears and it became harder and harder to not reach down and touch myself to the sights and sounds and sensations.

Will's breathing got heavier and heavier. "I-I'm gonna come, darlin', feels so fuckin' good, my gorgeous boy..."

I reached down and wrapped a hand around Nico's cock, hardly moving as the force of Will's thrusts let Nico fuck my hand. Nico grasped at the sheets, eyes rolling back in his head. "Sh-shit...!"

Nico came with a broken cry, tears spilling over his cheeks and Will buried himself to the hilt inside Nico, spilling into the condom with a throaty groan and leaving red fingerprints on Nico's hips.

The moment was quiet, panting as the only noise.

Very gently, Will pulled out, kissing Nico's knees apologetically as he hissed in overstimulation. In the softest voice, Will murmured, "I'll be back, gimme a sec." He slipped off the bed, legs slightly shaky and wobbled to the bathroom.

With as much effort as he could master, Nico rolled off me, pulling me down to lay with him face to face. Eyelids low, fucked out expression on his face, he gave me a small smile. "You didn't come."

I shook my head. "It's fine, gorgeous, this was about you, remember?"

In response, Nico nudged his leg between mine, pushing his thigh against me as he threw an arm around my waist and moving as close to me as he could get. His voice was breathy and worn out and unbelieveably sexy. "Use me."

Still keyed up from the sight of my partners lost in pleasure and with Nico's thigh between my legs applying a delectable amount of pressure, I rolled my hips against him. "That's it," Nico tucked his face into my neck, laving his tongue over my pulse point. I shivered and felt him grin. "Use me, sweetheart, I know you want to, I wanna feel you come, please?"

Well, when he asked so nicely, what could I do but obey? I grinded against Nico's leg, breathing hard and letting my boyfriend trace shapes with his tongue against my skin. In a few minutes I was right on the edge. Nico reached his hand down and into my underwear and in the next few seconds I was coming, soaking my underwear and his hand and his thigh. "So good, fuck, you look so good when you come."

"Oh shut up." I blushed hard and Nico kissed my cheek.

"Absolutely not."

Will returned, accompanied with towels and the sound of a running bath behind him. "Come on, this isn't over, we're still taking care of you, Neeks."

Rolling his eyes, Nico bit gently into my neck and I squeaked. "Nico!"

He sat up, a shit-eating grin on his face. "I'll come be taken care of, but only if I get to make you come properly." His eyes burned into mine, and I was helpless.

"You get an attitude after sex, you know that?"

Nico grinned, then his eyes widened, looking between me and Will. "Hey, guys? I think I might be gay."

Will face-palmed as Nico cackled. "Just get in the bath, Neeks."

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okay this took me like almost 2 hours to write so i am in Pain but i hope you enjoyed!!

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[girlkisser13]

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art credits: foxlien, baaozhe, and @piedpip3rrr

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[sodamnbored]

Nico: Hey. Thank you.

Jason: For what?

Nico: For basically forcing me to be your friend.

Jason: You wanted to be friends with me too. You just didn’t know it.

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[2nd2ndalto]

Broken

Here's something angsty. Will loses a patient. Nico comforts him.

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“Hey Will? I’m coming in to brush my teeth,” Nico calls, pausing with his hand on the knob of the bathroom door.

The boy in the shower doesn’t answer. Nico opens the door a crack.

“Will?” he tries again.

“Yup. Okay.”

Nico closes the door behind him, hesitating. Will sounds… off. But then, he’s allowed. It’s been an especially rough day. Three new campers arrived around lunchtime, all of them badly injured. Two survived.

Will might want to talk about it later, Nico thinks. He sometimes does, once they’re alone, curled together in Nico’s double bed. Guilty sentences choked out in the dark, Will’s breath against his neck. I should have been able to do more. It’s my fault.

Sometimes Will doesn’t want to talk. Sometimes he just wants to be held, no words exchanged. It’s messed up, honestly, forcing a kid to become a field medic at age ten. But that’s the nature of demigod life.

The worst is when Will doesn’t want to stay the night at all. Sometimes he goes back to his own cabin, sometimes he finds an empty bed in the infirmary. Nico aches at the thought of the other boy keeping his hurt to himself - he only does that when things are really bad - but they’re learning to give each other space.

Nico finishes brushing his teeth, spitting into the sink. His heart swells a bit at the sight of Will’s toothbrush in the cup next to his. A spare, for the many nights Will stays over. They’ve shared a bed for months now, many more months than they’ve actually been together.

The being together - that’s new - fresh and green and blossoming, stolen kisses and fingers twined together. Nico’s well aware that most of the camp probably thinks there’s more than that going on. Let them think what they want. He’s never been happier.

Nico pauses in front of the steamed-up mirror, realizing he hasn’t heard any signs of life from the shower for a few minutes.

“Solace? You okay in there?”

Silence.

“Will?” Nico’s pulse picks up speed.

“I can’t - I feel like I can’t get it off my hands.” Will’s voice is cracked, broken, words choked out between sobs he’s clearly been trying to mask under the running water.

Shit.

“What do you mean? What can’t you get off?” Nico steps closer, one hand pressed to the mottled glass door of the shower, as close as he can get to the other boy.

There’s another long pause.

“Will?” Nico can hear the rising panic in his own voice. Should he go get Austin?

“Her blood,” Will gasps out. “It won’t come off.”

Nico’s heart sinks. Will’s hands had looked clean when he arrived at Cabin Thirteen. Will is notoriously diligent about hand-washing.

Nico keeps a hand pressed hard to the shower door, as if he can offer some modicum of comfort that way.

“Hey. Will, it’s - it’s not real, okay? It’s just - it’s just in your head. There’s no blood on you.” Nico can just make out the form of his boyfriend huddled on the floor. What the fuck is he supposed to say?

He stands there in the steamy little room, helpless, just the heartbreaking sound of Will’s sobs and the rush of the water.

“Will, do - do you want me to get someone?” Nico’s own voice nearly breaks and he frowns, swallowing hard. This is not the time.

“No, don’t.” Will’s answer comes immediately. “I don’t want - please don’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, but - Will, tell me what to do,” Nico pleads. “Please tell me how I can help.” He tries to keep his voice steady, tries not to blurt out, you’re scaring me.

“No. I’m fine,” Will chokes out, and Nico would laugh if it wasn’t all so awful. Will’s always fine, isn’t he? That’s his job. That’s the problem.

Nico can only manage another moment pressed against the shower door before he’s in motion, because gods, he can’t bear another second. All he wants to do is pull the other boy into his arms, soothe him any way he can. Offering platitudes with a door in between them isn’t helping anyone. He spares only the briefest moment for embarrassment before he’s pulling off his pajamas and letting them fall to the floor.

He pauses then, hand on the shower door, because they haven’t ever done this. And though he can’t stand to be separated from Will for the space of another breath, he still needs the other boy to have some say in the matter.

Moving to the bathroom door, he flicks off the lights, plunging the little room into complete darkness.

“Nico?”

Nico stumbles back to the shower. “I’m coming in,” he says, doing his best to hide the way his voice is shaking.

“No, you -”

“Please, Will.” He pauses, fingers tight on the door handle.

There’s a long silence and then, “okay.” Will’s voice is just barely audible over the water.

Nico steps into the steamy little space, dropping to the floor and reaching for his boyfriend in the darkness. His hand finds Will’s shoulder, and in the next second Will scoots into his arms, pressing his face into Nico’s neck, clinging, his body shaking with deep, aching sobs. Nico gathers him in, desperately hoping that maybe if he holds on tight enough he can fix this. One of his bare knees is pressed into the pebbled floor of the shower and one arm bent at an odd angle, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. His own tears fall fast and silent, washed away in the spray of the shower.

It’s several minutes before Will’s tears begin to ease and he takes in a gasp.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I thought I could hold it together. I wanted to see you, but I should’ve -” The words fall out in a rush, desperate, like Will’s trying to push them out before the tears start again.

“Will. Stop. I want to help. I want you here. Please let me help.”

“I don’t think anyone can help me.” Will’s voice breaks again, and he pulls in a gasp, convulsive

“Then let me hold you,” Nico says, trying for sure, steady. He doesn’t think he manages it.

Will doesn’t answer, but Nico thinks he softens a little further into the embrace. He’s pulling in sharp, quick breaths, his shoulders heaving.

“Hey. Breathe with me, okay?” Will nods against his head and Nico closes his eyes, counting, doing his best to calm his own breathing the way Will taught him to do back when he first arrived at camp three years ago. It’s pure relief when he finally feels Will match his breaths, and they spend the longest time wrapped together in the dark under the falling water. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Finally Will’s hold relaxes the tiniest bit and Nico pulls back enough to kiss him, desperate, again and again. It’s not heat, not passion, just love. Wrenching, bone-deep sadness for the other boy. He cradles Will’s face tenderly and Will kisses back just as hard, melting into it. They finally part, foreheads pressed together.

“I love you,” Nico tells the other boy. It’s not the first time he’s said it, but he tries to pour his whole heart into the words, this time.

“I love you too,” Will whispers. “You - I - I’m such a fucking mess. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m too much, I know I am, you shouldn’t have to deal with this, I just don’t want to lose you -”

Nico’s stomach twists. “Will, what?” He pulls back enough to look Will in the eye, though it’s really too dark to see anything but the vaguest silhouette.

“I don’t - I can’t -” Will’s voice breaks again.

“You are not gonna lose me, okay? Is - is that what you’re saying? You think I’ll leave when I realize what - how fucked up you are?” he asks, incredulous.

Will doesn’t answer.

“Will.” He pulls the other boy closer again, rubbing his back, his shoulders, anywhere he can reach. “Will I already know who you are. You’re not - I already love you. I know who you are and I love who you are, okay? All of you.”

“Are you sure?” Will gasps out between hiccuping sobs.

“Yes, you idiot,” Nico half-laughs. “I can’t believe you thought you were hiding anything from me.”

Will laughs too, a short, relieved sound.

“Idiot,” Nico repeats softly, sliding his hand into Will’s wet hair, stroking. He rocks them back and forth as best as he can until Will’s breath starts to settle again.

“I’m sorry I made you get in the shower,” Will murmurs.

“You didn’t make me do anything,” Nico says. “Now. Just hold on. Don’t move.”

He rises carefully, cautiously feeling around on the shelves in the shower stall until his fingers encounter what he’s looking for.

“Here.” Nico sits back down. “Give me your hand.”

Will does, and Nico takes the other boy’s hand between both of his, soaping carefully over each of his fingers, then reaching for the nail brush, gently, methodically scrubbing around Will’s nails.

“Nico.” The other boy’s voice is soft, sorry. “You - you don’t have to. I know there wasn’t really blood, I just -”

“I know you know,” Nico says, continuing his gentle scrubbing. He sets down the nail brush after a moment, turning Will’s hand to the spray of the water, carefully washing off the soap. “Give me your other hand,” he instructs, quiet, and Will does. Nico thinks he can feel some of the tension drain from Will’s body along with the water and soap. He carefully washes Will’s arms, up to his elbows, soaping, rinsing. He can’t see what he’s doing, but he imagines he can, running his fingers tenderly over freckled skin, soft blond hair. Firm muscle, familiar scars.

Will sighs. Nico finally brings Will’s hands to his face, pressing kisses to the back of his hands, then his palms. He leans in to press his lips to Will’s forehead.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. Will nods, taking a shaky breath.

“I’m gonna get the shampoo,” Nico tells him. He’s not sure how much cleaning Will managed to do before Nico entered the shower, but Will doesn’t protest, just sits there quiet and compliant as Nico carefully shampoos his hair and rinses, then reaches for the conditioner. He touches the other boy with all the care and love he deserves, hoping Will can somehow soak it up in these moments, that maybe it will help him in harder moments tomorrow. Nico massages the conditioner through Will’s wet curls, fingers careful on his scalp, finishing with a wet kiss to each cheek before leaning back, guiding Will into the spray of the water.

They hold each other afterwards, still sitting on the floor of the shower, until the water starts to cool. Will is quiet, his breath slow and even. He must be exhausted, Nico thinks.

“I’ll grab towels,” Nico says, standing and pulling the door open. “I’m gonna turn the light on, okay?”

He quickly dries off, wrapping a towel around his waist. The shower door opens and Will’s hand reaches out. Nico pushes a towel into his grasp and Will emerges a moment later, similarly wrapped. His gaze flickers to Nico and then back to his bare feet, his eyes puffy and red.

Nico can’t imagine he looks much better himself. He steps forward, winds his arms around Will’s neck. Will lets out a long sigh as he returns the embrace, his hands warm on Nico’s bare skin.

Nico pulls back after a long moment, reaching for another towel to rub over Will’s shoulders, his chest. He lets his fingers linger over Will's tattoo, then carefully presses his hand to the other boy's chest. Warm, damp skin, steady heartbeat. He glances up to meet Will’s eyes. The intensity in the taller boy’s gaze makes Nico want to cower a little, but instead he rises on his toes, pressing a soft kiss to Will’s lips.

“Hair,” Nico instructs, raising the towel to Will’s head, and Will ducks his head so Nico can reach. “You’re so fucking tall,” he complains under his breath, hoping for a smile.

He gets a half-one at least, Will’s eyes welling a bit with the action.

“Thanks,” Will says, his voice hoarse.

Nico shrugs. “Any time. How many times have you put me back together, Solace?”

Will swallows, nodding mutely.

Nico gazes at him. He looks particularly vulnerable, barefoot and towel-clad in the little bathroom. Tired. Defeated. It makes Nico's heart ache.

“I’m glad you came here,” Nico says.

Will nods. “Me too,” he whispers.

“You’re staying, right?”

It’s weirdly not awkward at all, both of them standing here in this tiny room in only towels. Nico can feel an echo of warmth - Will’s bare skin pressed to his own. It’s just comfort. It’s just them. He wants them both to curl up inside the feeling and forget everything else.

Will glances away. “I don’t know.”

Nico’s heart drops.

“I should - I should probably… I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have nightmares. I don’t want to bother you with that.”

Nico scoffs. “Don’t be an idiot.”

Will won’t quite meet his eye.

“Hey.” He grabs Will’s hand. “Do you really need some space? Because I get it if you do. But if you want to stay - I want you here. I don’t need any space from you right now, nightmares or not. I’m gonna wrap around you like velcro and cuddle you all night,” he threatens.

Will smiles, a real one this time. “Okay. That sounds nice.”

Minutes later Will joins him in bed and Nico tucks them both in, cozy under pajamas and blankets. Will curls into him, tucking his head under Nico’s chin the way he only does when he’s feeling particularly broken. Nico holds tighter.

“Do you… do you wanna talk about it?” Nico asks after a long moment.

There’s a pause and then Will shakes his head.

“Okay. That’s okay,” Nico murmurs. At least he’s here.

“Hey,” Nico says after a long silence, nervous. The thought has been lingering on the edges of his mind, and he suddenly realizes he wants to get the words out before they both succumb to sleep. “You, um. You remember when I went to see Reyna last week?”

“Yeah?”

Nico presses his face into Will’s damp curls. “She um. She started seeing like… a therapist. In New Rome.”

Will doesn’t answer, but there’s a certain tension in his body that tells Nico he’s listening.

“She said it was really helping her, and she thought - well. She thought it might be good for me to try that. Too.”

Nico hasn’t allowed himself to think about it too deeply. The prospect is terrifying, honestly. But maybe something does need to change. Maybe he and Will can do a bit better than spending the rest of their lives patching each other up.

“And what do you think?” Will asks. Nico can feel the words breathed out against his sternum, the movement of Will’s jaw.

Nico lets out a soft laugh. “I - I dunno. It sounds… kind of awful, actually. But I was thinking maybe… maybe I should… look into it.”

There’s a long moment of quiet.

“If you go…” Will says eventually, soft, “maybe… maybe you could tell me how it is.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Well, I guess I’m going to therapy, Nico thinks to himself.

Nico shifts a bit, tries to make them both a bit more comfortable. He tucks his nose against the crown of Will’s head.

“Look,” he murmurs, because he wants to make sure he made himself clear, earlier, “it’s always cool if you need space, okay? But don’t stay away because you think you’re too much for me. You’re not. We can be fucked up together. Or we can take turns. Whatever. I just wanna love you.”

Will nods. “Okay,” he says, his voice breaking just a little.

Will falls asleep almost immediately, his breath slow and steady against Nico’s chest. Nico’s mind spins for a while longer before it finally settles into the now-familiar comfort of the boy in his arms, their shared breath, the smell of Will’s hair.

He wishes he could do more for Will. None of this is easy. But they’re here. And they’re together. And maybe that’s enough for tonight.

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Thanks for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated and I love reading the accompanying tags - I never know how to respond to comments in tags, but I do read them & appreciate you taking the time to write them <3

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #my writing #angst #hurt/comfort #pjo fic #rated teen for trauma I guess #technical nudity but definitely no smut

[sweetygardenerpeach]

Luke Castellan x F!Hephaestus!Reader pt.2!

Warnings!: Violence, Kissing, Pet/Nick-names smut, Blood, Curse words.

After Luke healed your wounds, you guys went to the woods instead of the beach, "Okay, Ready?" Luke asked and pulled out his sword, you nodded, "Yep."You said, "Could you give me my sword back?"You asked, "Here"Luke said and tossed your sword to you, but before you could catch it, A kid with Black long-ish curly hair, grabbed it and Stabbed it into the ground. They were was wearing a CHB shirt with jeans and a green jacket wrapped around their waist,"Wait, Stop." Desmond; Son of Dionysus said. "You two aren't supposed to be here and you know it."Desmond said, "Come on, We'll just be here for a few minutes."Luke said, "No. Chiron told me to keep an eye on Y/n, since She's been claimed by Hephaestus, He doesn't want here to burn the forest down."Desmond said, "Leave us be or I'll burn you"You said while gritting your teeth. Desmond scoffs"You wish, you can't even control your power."Desmond smirks. "Oh, Watch me."you said, and fire came out of your hands and you moved your hands to make the flames stronger. "Woah, there, Chill down.."Desmond said, "Chill down?! CHILL DOWN?!!"You said angrily, and moved your hand in a horizontal motion, burning desmonds arm, "Holy fucking shit, I did not know i could do that."You said and smiled while doing so. Desmond fell to the ground and crawled away while breathing heavily. You turnrd around to face luke, and looked down and noticed a tent in his pants.. "Uh, Castellan? You might wanna take care of that."You said and pointed to his pant, while smirking. He looked down at his pants and covered his erection with his shirt, Je chuckled awkwardly,"Uh, You saw nothing.."he said while backing away and running to his cabin. You laughed and went back to camp

Time skip!!

It had been a few hours since you and luke went to the forest to 'spar'. You had went to the campfire and sat down. And your friend; Evaril daughter of Aphrodite was sitting next to you, "Hey, Have you seen Castellan?"You asked Evaril, "Hm? No, the last time i saw him he was running to his cabin."Evaril answered, "Hmm..I'm gonna go check on him, Bye."You got up and walked over to the hermes cabin and knocked on the door, and Damiand; son of Hermes answered, "'Sup."Damiand said, "Hi, Have you seen castellan?" You asked. "Yeah, He's the only one in here besides me, But i was just about to leave. Bye."He said and walked out of the hermes cabin. You walked into the hermes cabin and saw luke without his shirt."Ugh, Put on a shirt, Castellan."You said, "I'm not gonna put on a shirt, My cabin, My rules" Luke said, "First, Not your cabin, Hermes cabin. Second, For my sake and everyone else's put on a shirt."You said, "No, i'm the Head counselor of this cabin and I'm the oldest at camp."He said and smirked, "Not true, I'm One month older than you, so, Techaniclly i'm the oldest."You said and crossed your arms. He stepped closer to you, "But i'm taller."He said, "By three inches."You said. "And i have more power."You said. He grabbed your chin, "But i'm hotter."Luke said, You we're about say something but had nothing to say, "..shit."You whispered, Luke laughed, "Nice try, Flame" He said."Flame'?"You asked "Yeah, Flame."He said and let go of your chin, "Okay.." you said, "Do I get to call you something?" You asked "Besides 'castellan'?"Luke asked, "Yeah."You said, "Sure what do you have in mind?"Luke asked and crossed his arms, you uncrossed you arms, "What about Chaos? Or scar boy?" You asked, "First, Never call me scar boy. Second, No."He said, "I'm totally gonna call you scar boy to annoy you, A hundred Percent."You said while grinning. "Son of bitch.."He said while rolling his eyes, but still smiled. "I got one."You said, "Pretty boy."You said while smirking, "Pretty boy? You sure?"Luke asked, "Yep, and don't say you don't like it, 'Cuz your dick says otherwise."You said while pointing to his pants, "Mother of Mercury.."He looked up at the ceiling, put his hands on his face and groaned. You chuckled, "Looks like you could use some help."You said while smirking, "I would, but what if we get in trouble?" Luke said, "We don't even have private rooms."Luke said, "True, But when i was with the heph-my cabin i built a secret cabin in the woods for me to sleep and work on my projects."You said, "Okay, Where is it?"Luke asked, "Follow me."You said smiling, "put on a shirt." You said, Luke quickly put on shirt. You walked out of the hermes cabin and went to the woods, You arrived at a cabin with fake plants covering it and a fire symbol above the door, You opened the door, but before you could tell him to get inside, He pulled you inside and pinned you to the wall, he had already closed and locked the door, He began to kiss you aggresivelly, he pulled away, "Does this mean I'm your boyfriend?"Luke asked while grinning, you kissed him and mumbled 'yes' against his lips, "Good"He smiled, and began to kiss you again, He put his hands on your waist, and moved them up your camp T-shirt, You wrapped your legs around his waist, He put his hands under your butt for more support and moved to the spare bed, He sat you down on the bed, He kneeled down and took of your pants/shorts/skirt, He spread your legs and moved your underwear to the side, He burried his face in your pussy, And began kitty licking it, You began breathing heavily, "Ah~- Luke-...", He still kept licking your core, You put your hands in his hair, He stopped about 17 minutes later, he kissed you to make you taste yourself.

A/n: the end,I'm lazy sorry, but p.s I'm never doing smut again.. sorry. I'll make a post about the fandoms/ stuff/ things i will do. ♡

#leo valdez #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fluff #camp half blood #nico di angelo #pjo series #smut #angst #clarrise la rue #rachel elizabeth dare #annabeth chase #pjo fandom #pjo fanfic #pjo #percy pjo #pjo tv show #pjo hermes #x reader #heros of olympus #ocs #my ocs #luke castellan #gn reader

[rindoushousewife69]

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[priniya]

🪸 A LITTLE MERMAID masterlist!

synopsis. after a tiring year, campers decide to leave new york for a bit and travel to south carolina to spend some time at the beach. percy’s friends find it a great opportunity to finally push y/n or percy to confess their feelings to each other.

➤ THE BOYS ™️ | ➤ GIRLS GANG 🔥

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[vidi-ugh]

I just know Percy and Nico go at it so hard. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of times when they’re very gentle and sweet with each other, but there’s something about rough sex that they both just really enjoy.

It’s almost like a game. Percy is so used to Nico resisting, fighting, running. And though he never really says it out loud, Nico enjoys being chased, caught, and disciplined. He doesn’t want Percy to know that, though, and he enjoys being roughed up.

So he acts out. He resists, pushes Percy away, tells him to fuck off. Percy is patient but Nico knows his temper simmers deep inside, and it’s deeply arousing to see it bubble to the surface until Percy snaps.

Nico loves it. Getting manhandled and bitten and choked and spanked so roughly that his pale skin burns red.

He likes being pushed like this, likes seeing how far Percy can go, how rough he can be. Nico likes the feeling of being overpowered, put in his place. He likes that Percy isn’t afraid to hurt him, push him. All he’s ever wanted was to be touched without fear. In a way, it was always meant to be like that. No one else is as strong as he is, or stronger. Only Percy. No one else has made him feel awe in the face of raw power. Only Percy. It’s nice to be the one quivering with fear instead of making others afraid.

“Fuck off,” he hisses when Percy pushes him down onto the forest floor. Percy ignores him and roughly tugs on Nico’s jeans and underwear until his legs are bare. The only sound that comes out of Percy is a snicker when he tugs Nico’s legs around his waist because it’s clear that Nico is already very clearly aroused, his cock filling out and resting thickly against his thigh.

“Nah, babe,” he says, his hand coming up to Nico’s neck, that special place that always makes him whine and go limp. “Fuck you.”

When Nico’s moans ring loud and clear in the air, Percy only feels satisfaction. A relief akin to that of the relentless sea once the cliff crumbles under its fist. A deep-seated pleasure that a predator feels upon catching prey.

Percy likes it, is maybe even addicted to it. He likes being able to take his anger out on Nico, likes that Nico lets him. Nico has always been a bit frustrating and it would be a lie if Percy said he’d never thought about treating him like this once or twice, just to teach him a lesson. This sadistic want, festering deep within him, used to scare him. Nico didn’t mind. He wasn’t afraid.

So when Percy’s thrusts slow to savor the view of Nico’s face, flushed with wanton lips bitten red, he gets a little lost in it, sinks into it. Feels his cock throb seeing the way dirt has smudged Nico’s cheek and neck, evidence of his defilement.

It’s Nico’s hand lightly slapping him across the cheek that brings him back. His green eyes focus and his jaw clenches, but Nico doesn’t seem to notice. “Is that all?” Nico croons, a smug smile on his face. As if he hadn’t been moaning like a whore a few seconds ago. As if he’d forgotten his place.

So Percy’s hand slaps across Nico’s face, a bit meaner, a bit rougher, and Nico’s thighs tighten around Percy’s waist. He gasps, and Percy should really be concerned when he watches the red bloom over Nico’s cheek and all he feels is eager, revved up. But Nico’s cock drips on his stomach and he eagerly opens his mouth when Percy leans down to kiss him.

“No,” he says. “I’m just getting started.”

#yes I will bring up choking in every percico smut #what about it? 🤨 #hey it’s not my fault #they’re just mad kinky lmao #nico di angelo #percy jackson #percico #💙🖤 #nina’s notebook #nina’s nsft #pjo #hoo #I might rewrite this to flesh it out more but idk #it might get repetitive if I do that lmao

[rosesradio]

No. Leo should not be watching this—it was violating, Nico was his friend...but at the same time, it was a public stream. If fate had different plans and had him room somewhere else, he'd be able to watch this guilt-free. Not to mention that if he left the stream, the curiosity would kill him, and he'd never be able to get off.

So, he would watch the stream, hands far from his dick, Catholic style. At least as far as he could stand it. Then he'd find something else with an entirely different aesthetic and get off to that.

If Leo didn't touch himself, he was in the clear, morally.

Probably.

he’s only here for one thing, but (so am i) part one is out now !

#valdangelo #nico di angelo #leo valdez #pjo #rose’s fics #tw smut

[willsimpforanyone]

nico x nb or female reader smut... please :(( i can't find any anywhere and i love your connor stuff i've read them like a 100 times :(((

i'm so glad u like my connor stuff! he's a lot more popular than i realised he was lmao

this is nico with a nonbinary reader, obviously both of them are adults because they have their own flat and i'm literally jealous

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Nico's hair has grown longer, I think to myself. Black and very slightly curly, spreading out over the pillow and easily within reach.

Far, far too tempting.

Cautiously, I reach my hand over the pillow and slip my fingers through his strands. They're silky-soft, and I twist some of it round my finger, smiling softly.

I keep going, combing through more and more of his hair until I'm gently scraping my nails over his scalp and untangling knots as carefully as I can. I'm so absorbed in my task that I don't notice a pair of dark eyes sleepily blinking open, black eyelashes fluttering at the feeling of his hair being played with.

"What're you doing?"

I have a small heart attack, instinctively smacking Nico on the shoulder in surprise. "Jesus- Nico! What the fuck?"

He laughs quietly, rubbing his shoulder where I hit him. "I literally just woke up, what is your problem?"

"You scared me!" I hiss, low and slightly raspy. "I didn't know you were awake."

He laughs again, reaching out and pawing at my hips, pulling me closer under the bedsheets. Nose to nose now, he blinks at me sleepily. "You didn't answer my question," he murmurs. "What were you doing?"

Slightly shy, I flush pink and reach one hand up to move some hair out his eyes. "I may," I whisper. "Have been playing with your hair."

"You don't sound very certain," Nico smirks, thumb absently rubbing circles up and down my ribs. I roll my eyes but grin, continuing to stroke his hair.

"It was just so pretty," I mumble, half hiding my face in the pillow. "You're a pretty guy with pretty hair, sue me."

He laughs quietly, leaning over and kissing my quickly. "I'm pretty, huh?"

"Oh, shut up." I hide my face in his neck this time, playfully tugging at the hair at the base of his head in retaliation. I freeze as I feel his breath hitch, and a wicked smile spreads over my lips.

I repeat the action, a little harder this time, and from Nico's throat crawls a moan that he clearly tried to stifle.

"Oh, that's interesting..." Three times the charm, just to check...

Pulling my head back from the crook of his neck, I look into his eyes, tugging his hair again and seeing his pale skin flare pink as he bites his lip, eyes darting anywhere but mine. Gently, I ease one of my legs between his, my hands running down his body to bring his hips closer to mine.

"Baby?" I whisper, smile playing at my lips. "Is this what you want?"

He flushes brighter, grumbling out his words. "...well I didn't know it was until about four seconds ago."

God, his voice is still sleepy and low, defenses down in this bubble of morning light and sheets and skin.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." I dip my head back into his neck, this time deliberately to press my lips along his skin. One hand sneaks back up into his hair, tangling my fingers into his long black locks.

I lightly suck at the point just below his ear, pulling gently at his hair, and Nico jerks his hips forward, a soft gasp breathed into my ear.

"That's it," I hum against his neck, tongue darting out and over his earlobe. "Keep going, sweetheart."

With the little encouragement, Nico's hands curl around my hips, slowly starting to grind himself against my thigh. His movements are slightly unsure, but I can feel his heartbeat pounding under my lips and I smile.

My fingers thread through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. I can hear him panting slightly in my ear and I feel heat simmering deliciously under my skin. I murmur soft encouragements into his ear, rocking my hips against him and feeling his cock twitch to life in his pyjama pants.

Mouth watering, I suck the faintest marks into the side of his throat. I manipulate his head, using his hair to pull his head back so I can lave over more of his skin. He gasps loudly as his head is forced back, hips sputtering against me and fingers digging into the flesh at my waist.

"Good?" I ask softly, words breathed into his ear.

Nodding, Nico stammers out a 'y-y-es-' in the softest, sweetest voice I've ever heard from him. Evidently, sleepy Nico is okay with showing some vulnerability. It's painfully adorable and I coo softly in his ear.

"Use my thigh, baby, you look so pretty like this." I scrape my nails over his scalp, loving the low moan that spills from his lips.

His hips get steadily faster, rutting firmly against my leg as he pants, squeezing his eyes shut. My hand grips at his hair, pulling his head further back so my lips can trail under his chin and over the other side of his neck, whispering praise and endearments into his skin.

His breath hitches as I roll us slightly so I'm on top of him, kneeling with one leg still between his, pushing firmly against his cock as he keeps grinding against me.

He looks like a vision, pale cheeks blushing red, soft lips parted and brow slightly furrowed with his eyes firmly closed, so focused on the feeling of pleasure building up low in his stomach. I press my lips against his, capturing him in a firm kiss just because he looks so gorgeous.

"Look at you, so needy," I tease, ghosting the words over his lips. Nico whines, digging his nails into my waist in protest. I laugh lightly. "Okay, okay, not at all needy, this is a perfectly reasonable reaction to having your hair pulled."

He opens his eyes to scowl up at me, and for a split second I remember that this is the son of Hades I have underneath me.

"Got it, I'll shut up."

One hand still firmly in his hair, I use my other hand to hold his hips, helping him ride my thigh. I glance down to see a damp patch on Nico's pyjama pants, precum staining the fabric and I have to swallow down the sudden flood of saliva that fills my mouth. Later, definitely later.

His hips start rocking faster and harder, stomach muscles tensing and I curl my fingers in his hair, experimentally yanking harder than i have before.

"F-fuck-!" Nico swears loudly, head flying back with his back arching slightly, rutting his cock hard against my leg, the material of his pants providing delicious friction. "Mm- I'm gonna... gods above, yes..."

It takes a well-timed yank and a few more thrusts to my leg to have him coming in his pants, warmth and wetness spreading through the material and soaking my leg. He gasps, one hand slapping over his mouth to muffle his noises, the other wrapping around my arm and gripping tightly.

I let him keep using me, grinding against my leg until he's finished. I duck my head to litter soft, warm kisses over his face, smiling and incredibly pleased with myself.

"You okay, Neeks?" I murmur, brushing my lips over his nose.

It takes a moment for his muscles to stop spasming and his breathing to even out, but eventually Nico moves his hand away from his mouth to reveal a small smile.

"Uh huh," he sighs, blinking up at me in a post-orgasm haze. "'m good, very good."

Releasing his hair from my grip, I stroke over his cheek and kiss him sweetly. "Good. Might want to get changed."

Looking down, he groans at the rapidly cooling, cum-stained pyjamas he's now wearing. "Ugh, gross." He looks up at me, grinning sleepily. "You're getting me new pyjamas, by the way. Off you go, the closet is there. You turn me on, you get me off, you deal with the consequences."

I roll my eyes but grin in return, reluctantly leaving the warm bed for the closet. "You're so lucky I love you."

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was this good? did i write a good smut? i haven't written in so long i don't know if this is good. anyway, thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!

#nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo imagines #nico di angelo smut #nonbinary!reader #nico x nonbinary!reader #nico x reader

[imkindaschizoidontknow]

I accidentally assaulted Clarisse

NEW SERIES ALERT

summary: A new girl at camp, but…. She’s different..

warnings: minimal swearing

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Ow. “Ow” is a onomatopoeia, I think, but it didn’t matter if I was grammatically correct, because I had just hit Clarisse La Rue in the head with a rubber axe during practice with the Stoll brothers, and she was now sitting on the ground in a fetal position, holding her head in agony, and staring at me with anger in her eyes.

“Oh my God” I muttered under my breath, as I slowly backed away. “Avery, come back, she’s, she’s not going to hurt you!” Connor Stoll pleaded, but then Clarisse began to get off of the grass and I sprinted towards the strawberry fields. I looked around frantically, trying to see if Clarisse was still following me, but then I caught a glimpse of Beckendorf scolding Clarisse, and I visibly relaxed. 

Okay, quick Backstory: two days ago I nearly got killed by a big bear-wolf thing. A goat-child told me that my mom fucked a Greek God and I’m the offspring. If that makes sense. I thought my mom was Hindu, can multiple Gods exist at once? Anyways, the goat guy brought me back to this cool camp and I got to talk to a horse man and a LITERAL GREEK GOD but he was an asshole so I don’t really care about him to be honest. Fast forward to now, this is my first day training, and I somehow managed to injure 5 people, including myself. 

I was sitting down under a tree, trying to catch my breathe after running a fricking marathon trying to not get stabbed by Clarisse, when I noticed one of the Stoll brothers coming up to me, Connor, was it? “Hey, Avery,” he greeted 

“My name is Aikaterini”

“…Can I call ya’ Avery?”

“No”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” I responded “She’s just… She’s terrifying” and Connor chuckled.

“She’s not that scary, give her a chance, she’s tolerable” he said, and gave me his hand to take to get up off of the dirt, and I took it and dusted off my pants when I was off my butt, “She wants to kill me” I retorted and Connor grimaced. “Stay outta trouble, okay? And be careful”, I nodded and he offered a hand on my shoulder as comfort before heading off somewhere to scold an Ares kid, or kill a small child, one of the two.

I awkwardly walked to the Hermes cabin, in which I was staying in, since my father hadn’t claimed me as yet. I hope he does. I heard a lot of undetermined kids get stuck at the Hermes cabin because their bitch-ass parents didn’t claim them. Anyways, I was like, an Inch away from the cabin, before the boat goy came up to me, wait, no that didn’t sound right, anyways, he came up to me, “Chiron needs to talk to you” he said and he practically dragged me by my arm towards a big building “Who’s Chiro- woah! Okay, so I guess I don’t get to say no”

We arrived inside the building and I paled at the sight of the old horse guy. “Aikaterini Balakrishnan, how are you? Getting along well with the rest of camp?” I could tell that he was trying to make conversation, but I couldn’t focus when there was a 7-foot centaur standing infront of me “I… uh… yeah” was what I managed to choke out before glancing around the room, and noticing that the asshole of a Greek God was sitting at the table, with a irritable look on his face and I rolled my eyes.

The centaur sat down on his hind legs and offered me a seat at the table, where I noticed that they were playing a card game “You’re playing Pinochle.” Chiron raised an eyebrow “Why, yes, do you know how to play?” “Yeah, my mom taught me, well, actually, she taught me Bezique, but I taught myself how to play Pinchole” Chiron nodded in approval “You know how to play Bezique as well, that is quite impressive for a girl your age” I blushed in embarrassment, “Yeah, I guess, why did you call me in here?” “Ah,” he put down his pack of cards and looked at me.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” He asked

“Friday” I responded confidently

“Yes!” He clapped his hands excitedly and I squinted my eyes “Huh?” Mr. D groaned and stepped out of the room, and Chiron waved him away “Don’t take him on. Tomorrow is Friday! Which means we are playing capture the flag!” He explained and I pursed my lips “You guys actually do things in this place besides trying to impale people or set people on fire?” And Chiron grimaced, “Now now, girl, what happened yesterday with Chelsea was a mistake, she was just trying to make a sword and her hair caught on fire, it was a, what is it you children say now-a-days? No biggie” I raised my eyebrows “So why don’t you go find a group to be apart of, huh? Get out there, make some friends, I heard you were training with the Stoll brothers, cheeky bastards, aren’t they?” I furrowed my eyebrows “No, no, they aren’t cheeky, they seem really nice” I said and Chiron chuckles, “That is until they steal a family heirloom from you” “Why would they steal from me?” Chiron seemed suprised I didn’t know about these things, “Aikaterini, their father is Hermes, the God of thievery” “I thought he was the God of messengers?”

Chiron looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face, “Has your mother not thought you anything about your roots?” “Not really, I’m Hindu, I grew up believing in Hindu Gods, now, I don’t know what I believe.” If my mother knew that, that Greek Gods are real, and not just fiction, then why would she grow me up with a religion?” “I am sure your mother had her reasons, that of which, I do not know, but you will come to find out anyways, now, I’d like you to meet some people, if that’s okay with you,” I nodded. Chiron called the goat boy, in which I learnt his name, being Grover, into the room, “Yes?” “It would be appreciated if you could kindly locate our respective leaders, those being one for Team Blue and another for Team Red." Grover nodded and came back into the room shortly with a two girls, a pretty one, with long box braids, and then Clarisse.

“Ladies, we have a new camper joining us, I’m sure you have seen her around, I am going to be making a public announcement soon, tomorrow, before the tournament, but for now, you can introduce yourself to her, and maybe recruit her to your team,” Chiron smiled and I looked at them and awkwardly waved, “Hi, uhm, hi Clarisse, sorry for hitting you, uhm, at- at the uh, the ace throwing thing, sorry” I swallowed nervously “My name is Aikaterini, it’s long, I know, you can call me, Kat, or whatever” my voice cracked and I made a mental note to hit myself in the head with a bat later.

“Hi, I’m Annabeth, I’m blue team leader” “You’re not joining the red team”

“Clarisse.” Chiron butted in, “Atleast see what she can do before you make a decision, now go on, bond, I want to finish this game of Pinochle.” We left the building and Annabeth made conversation “So, do you have any special training? Or any training at all?” “Uhm, I can do kumon?” Annabeth looked at me, a puzzled look rested on her face “What is that?” “It’s like… maths” and Clarisse snorted, Annabeth glared at her, “I mean, physical combat. Do you know any form of self defence?” “I, I can dance?” Clarisse butted in “Yeah, no, Annabeth, you can have her on your team.” I looked down in embarrassment, God, I wanna go home. “What kind of dance can you do? Ballet?” “Kuchipudi,” “Okay, I don’t know what that is, how hard do you have to train for that?” “Not as hard as ballet, probably, but if you saw me do it you would be terrified” “You can’t be any scarier than any monster I’ve ever fought, if you put the same energy that you put into dancing into training, then you’ll be a pro in no time” 

I smiled at her, she was nice, unlike Clarisse, who was walking away, I didn’t mind though, being on the blue team seemed like the better choice. I guess we’ll see how the tournament goes tomorrow, but for now, I’m going see if I’m any good at hand-to-hand combat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hey guise 😁 I hope you enjoyed the first part of this Pjo fandom seriesssss 💗💗 nones of the characters in this stories except my oc’s (Aikaterini Balakrishnan) that were used in the story so far are mine. I wanted to add a Desi character to this story because they don’t get enough recognition 💗💗 Please lmk what you think about this in the comments and lmk what else you would liek to see in this series 💗 idrk where I’m going with this but I am not gonna let this story go to waste, I’ll try to get it done but I got school and stuff so 😪😪 thanks for reading 💗

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #annabeth chase #clarisse la rue #nico di angelo #chiron #dionysus #rick riordan #no smut #posideon #zeus #grover underwood #connor stoll #travis stoll #stoll brothers #camp half blood #the lightning thief #the sea of monsters #the titans curse #the battle of the labyrinth #the last olympian #hereos of olympus #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #sally jackson #pjo books #aryan simhadri #walker scobell

[wild-flowerhoney]

limbo is the decision between posting and not posting the unholy percico smut in my drafts

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #percico #percy jackson #nico di angelo #do i really want to put myself Out There in this way #(on the other hand there Is smut planned for in the dark of sleep but u know. its hidden in Many chapters) #do i really wanna risk that my friend who has my ao3 account might get curious #on the other hand percico always deserves more smut

[2nd2ndalto]

Squeeze

I have written Solangelo smut. I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, everyone is eighteen, they keep all their clothes on, and I’ve tried to keep the language as clean as possible. If you’re familiar with my writing style, you’ll know I’ve done my best to keep it sweet, silly and in-character. So there’s that. Also I completely stole this premise from an X-Files fic.

Nico passes the last crate of supplies to Austin, who manages to jam it into the front seat of the camp van, next to Argus. Austin shuts the front passenger door, finally knocking his hip against it to get it to close properly. He scratches his head.

“Yeah, this is definitely more than I thought I ordered,” he says apologetically.

Will shrugs. “It’s fine, Austin. Just means we won’t have to stock up again for a while.”

They’ve made this six-hour trip to Pittsburgh to collect supplies for the infirmary - Kayla, Austin, Will and Nico. And Argus, of course. The drive out had been easy - Austin in the front with Argus, and plenty of room to stretch out in the back rows. The drive home is evidently going to be… less comfortable.

“Well, I think there’s enough room for me and Austin in the first row,” Kayla determines, rising on her toes to peer around a pile of boxes. She elbows Nico. “You and Will will have to make do in the back.”

Nico peers dubiously into the back of the van, pressing his face and hands to the smoked glass window. “There’s barely room for one of us back there.” There are boxes of supplies crammed into nearly every inch of the van's interior, packed up to the ceiling and covering most of the seating space.

Kayla shrugs. “You can sit on his lap, you’ll be fine.”

Nico grimaces. Not that he doesn’t enjoy sitting on his boyfriend’s lap, but it’s something they do occasionally when they’re short on seating at campfire or Will’s feeling particularly silly at mealtimes. Not something Nico really wants to do for six hours straight. Newly eighteen, Nico has managed to grow several inches since he first arrived at camp and he feels he’s mostly outgrown lap-sitting.

“I could just shadow-travel back…” he begins. But Will’s face falls, and Nico immediately backtracks. He agreed to come along on this trip to keep Will company, and he’d feel like a jerk backing out now.

Nico shakes his head. “You know what, it’s fine. Although you might change your mind once your legs fall asleep under my bony butt.”

“Pff. As if. You’re light as a feather,” Will grins, tugging him in by his waist for a warm kiss.

Nico can’t help the stupid smile that spreads over his face, despite the many kisses they’ve shared over the last months. He sees Kayla roll her eyes in his periphery, Austin lightly gagging.

It turns out there isn’t even any easy way into the back of the van, and as Kayla and Austin clamber over boxes into the first row of seats, Argus leads Nico and Will around to the back doors and they climb over the seat backs into the third row.

Nico settles himself on the taller boy’s lap, leaning back to allow Will to pull the seatbelt over both of them.

“Are you sure about this?” Nico asks his boyfriend. Because it can’t be comfortable for Will with those long legs of his. Those long legs and the… strong thighs Nico’s seated on. Gods. Nico swallows.

“Yup,” Will says easily, wrapping his arms around Nico’s middle. He drops his chin to Nico’s shoulder. “I have a chin rest and everything.”

Will nuzzles into his neck, his face scratchy against sensitive skin. Nico gasps and Will giggles.

“I guess I can put us both to sleep if we get too uncomfortable,” Nico muses. The sun is just dipping below the horizon, and Austin and Kayla had mentioned catching a nap on the way back to camp.

“Mmm. It’s fine,” Will says. “I like cuddling with you.”

Nico’s stomach flip-flops pleasantly. He likes it too, of course. It’s what they do with their time alone, mostly. Cuddling, and kissing. Talking. Then more cuddling and more kissing. Neither of them has been in any rush to venture into anything bolder. This, the two of them together has only spanned about six months. And it’s… really good. It’s been enough just to have the comfort of Will’s nearness. His sunny energy and easy touches. Will makes everything warmer, lighter.

They settle into the seat as best they can, chatting for a while before falling into a comfortable silence. Nico turns his head to Will’s, breathing him in, sinking into the heat that always seems to radiate off the boy behind him. He probably could actually sleep like this, he thinks. He shifts a bit, trying to find the most comfortable position for both of them in this tight space.

And that’s when he feels it.

For a moment he thinks it must be Will’s wallet. Maybe a pack of gum? A roll of gauze? He’s reached halfway back to adjust whatever it is that’s poking him in the ass when he freezes. Because that’s definitely not a wallet. That’s -

“I’m so sorry,” Will whispers, tense.

“Oh. That’s - it’s fine.” Nico huffs out a laugh, a little embarrassed as he realizes that’s his boyfriend’s dick. “It’s um. It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose.”

“I’m really, really not,” Will says in a rush. “I’m so sorry, I just -”

“Hey. Will.” Nico reaches back awkwardly to pat the other boy’s cheek. “It’s fine. Really. Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”

Will sighs and Nico feels the tension in his body ease, marginally.

But the thing is… it kind of feels like a big deal, and Nico’s never really felt it before, except for maybe the occasional brush or bump during times their kissing has become particularly heated. But at those times, Will’s always taken things down a notch, pulled back, shifted away. And that’s not really an option at the moment.

Nico tries, though, carefully tilting his hips to the side and trying to shift his weight forward. But Will hisses, his hands shooting to Nico’s waist, fingers gripping painfully.

“Maybe don’t… move,” he grits out.

“Sorry, I was just trying to -”

“I know, but can you just - can you just hold still?”

Will sounds desperate, pained, and Nico nods, freezing so abruptly that his muscles begin to ache with the effort after only a moment. He tries to focus on the landscape flashing by outside the window, but there’s not much distraction there. It’s fully dark now, and the only thing to divert Nico from the bulge pressing insistently into his backside is the occasional flash of light from a passing car.

Nico’s trying, very hard, not to let his own body get too… interested… in their current predicament. It won’t help matters. Will’s already tense, and Nico doesn’t want to make things worse. And besides, he feels kind of awful being turned on when Will is clearly uncomfortable. Nico tries to turn his attention to the boxes stacked around them instead, resolutely reading the labels.

Wrapped tongue depressors. Medium alcohol swabs. Nonwoven sponges.

It’s just… there, though, hot and hard against his backside, and he can feel every inch of it.

No. Stop it.

Non-adherent pads. Conforming gauze.

It feels really hard. And... big. Is it big? Or is it just because he’s sitting on it? Sort of… against it. Whatever. How big is it, exactly?

Nico shakes his head, a twitch. This line of enquiry is not helping matters.

Cotton-tipped applicators.

The thing is, the two of them have done a lot of kissing, for months now. Even more, lately. And, inevitably, there are the thoughts that follow when Nico’s alone in his cabin. Not to mention the dreams that sometimes wake him - so much warmer and softer than the nightmares that have plagued him for years. If he’s being completely honest with himself, he’s more than ready to move things to the next level with Will, whatever that might mean for them.

Have you considered, Nico’s brain offers helpfully, what it would be like if you were both wearing far fewer clothes right now?

No.

Nico’s in jeans, but Will’s penchant for cargo shorts even now, in February… well it’s difficult not to be extraordinarily aware of just how thin that layer of fabric is -

No. No.

Nico swallows, determinedly ignoring the way his jeans are becoming uncomfortably snug. Will is still stiff as a board behind him. In more ways than one.

Nico’s learned, over the last few years, that when Will is relaxed, it’s much easier for him to relax, too. And unfortunately the opposite is also true. He’s never been sure whether this has something to do with Will’s powers or if it’s just the bond the two of them share, this bond that’s grown closer and more certain with each year that passes. The way they know each other instinctively, inside and out.

Nico’s shoulders are in knots and he really wants to lean back again, but he doesn’t want to make things any more difficult for Will. But a moment later the decision is made for him as Argus floors the gas. Luckily the walls of boxes around them are packed in so tightly that they don’t shift much, but Nico is thrown back against his boyfriend’s chest, his ass pressing firmly into… well.

Will whimpers softly.

Nico cringes in sympathy. He turns to press a kiss to Will’s jaw. “You okay?”

“The more I try not to think about it, the more I… can’t stop thinking about it,” Will mumbles. His eyes are squeezed shut, breath shallow.

“Sorry,” Nico murmurs. “I’ll try to stop being so hot.”

Will breathes out a laugh. “Yeah, could you?”

Nico feels a little rush of relief. Because, look. They’ve been in far, far worse predicaments together, right? This, by comparison, is honestly funny. Or maybe it will be later, at least.

Nico turns his head and cranes his neck, letting his breath brush Will’s ear. “Star Trek is far superior to Star Wars. True crime is the worst kind of crime,” he whispers.

Will laughs nervously. “What are you doing?”

“Shh, I’m trying to help you be repulsed by me,” Nico answers, right in his ear. Will giggles. It sounds a little tense, but Nico decides it still counts.

Nico keeps it up as long as he can (Golden Oreos are an abomination, your dad is the god of too many things, sometimes when you ask me if I’ve eaten any vegetables today - I lie.), until Will is shaking with laughter, Nico giggling in whispers against his head.

Finally he runs out of ideas and he settles back against his boyfriend, gently rocked by the last of their laughter, the rise and fall of Will’s breath. Will’s arms are looped loosely around him.

Nico shifts his hips cautiously and Will gasps, sharp.

“Sorry,” Nico grimaces. “That didn’t help?”

“Well. I feel better,” Will says softly, “so thanks for that. But I’m still um… you know.” He sighs. “I’m really -”

“Don’t be sorry,” Nico interrupts.

“I’ll try,” Will murmurs. He presses his nose to the place where Nico’s shoulder meets his neck, and Nico can tell the other boy is trying to settle his breathing. He reaches a hand up to twine in Will’s hair, a gentle tether. From what he can tell, Will’s… issue… hasn’t improved at all. But his body feels more relaxed in most of the places they’re pressed together.

“You know I wanna… do stuff. With you. Right?” Nico murmurs, after a few minutes have passed in silence.

“What stuff?”

“Like, this kind of stuff.” Nico rolls his hips in demonstration and Will’s breath hitches.

Nico pauses. “Do you… do you not want to do that kind of stuff with me?” he asks, as it suddenly occurs to him that maybe he should be worried about it.

“Nico, no.” Will shakes his head immediately, pressing a kiss to the side of Nico’s head. “Of course I want to do that stuff with you. Just - not like this. Not because - not because I can’t control myself. I want us to do it because we both want to. I want it to be special.”

Nico considers. “Will you tease me if I tell you that everything we do together is special?”

Will huffs out a laugh, warm on Nico’s neck. “Maybe a little. But… I feel that way too. Obviously.”

“What do we do, then?” Nico asks.

Because the thing is, Nico’s first impulse, always, is to help Will, in whatever form that might take - just as Will’s done for him a hundred times over. And if they’re forced to be pressed against each other for hours, still, with the evidence of Will’s arousal trapped between their bodies… Nico can’t think of many solutions. Really just the one, honestly.

“What do we… do? What do you mean?”

“Well,” Nico swallows, trying to summon as much courage as he can. “We’ve still got a long drive ahead of us. The way I see it, we can… take care of this,” he presses his hips back gently, “and then get some sleep. Or, we can wait it out for another…” Nico reaches for Will’s wrist, turning it to squint at his watch, “five hours and twelve minutes.” He presses his lips to Will’s palm, an apology.

Will groans weakly, pressing his face into Nico’s hair. After a long moment Nico feels him take in a deep breath. “Even if we did… like, how…”

Nico squeezes his arms around Will’s where they’re wound around his waist. “You said you wanted us both to want to, right? I want to,” he says softly. “If you don’t, that’s totally okay. But I want you to know that I’m ready whenever you are. Okay?”

“Okay,” Will whispers after a long moment.

“Okay?”

“Okay. I - I think I want to.”

“Yeah?” Nico feels a grin blooming across his face, butterflies erupting in his stomach.

Are they actually doing this?

“Yeah,” Will breathes. “But like… how would we - what do we even -”

“Like this?” Nico rolls his hips once, then again. Slow, careful, trying to concentrate pressure on the bulge pressing into his ass.

“Oh,” Will breathes against his neck. His hips jerk up, just the tiniest bit, and Nico’s face floods with warmth.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Would that… work?” Nico asks, hoping very much that Will understands his meaning and he won’t be forced to explain himself more explicitly.

“Um. Yeah,” Will breathes. “Yeah.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yes.” Will sounds certain about this, and it makes Nico’s breath catch.

“Tell me if you want to stop?”

Will nods.

They’re actually doing this.

Then - “wait.” Will’s hold tightens, and Nico freezes.

“Kayla and Austin?” Will whispers.

Nico blinks, taking a moment to register what his boyfriend is asking. “Oh - sleeping. Both of them.”

“Okay,” Will breathes. “Argus?”

“Um. Not sleeping. But that’s what you want in a driver, usually.”

Will giggles, nervous. Then he shifts just the slightest bit under Nico, an invitation. Nico takes a sharp inhale, resuming the measured rolling of his hips, a slow grind into his boyfriend’s erection. Will lets out a soft, desperate sound, then presses his face into Nico’s neck, hard, as if he’s trying to pretend he didn’t.

“Okay?” Nico whispers. He wishes he could properly see Will’s face, have a better gauge of how the other boy is feeling. Next time, he hopes. The thought makes his stomach flutter pleasantly.

“Mmm,” Will responds, almost as if the sound is being pushed out of him. Nico feels him swallow, hears his inhale and the parting of Will’s lips, like he wants to say something more.

“Yeah?” he asks, needing to know.

“Yeah,” Will breathes. “You’re really really good at that,” he whispers in a rush.

Nico chokes down a giggle. “I’ve literally never done this before in my life.” His voice comes out incredulous, a bit squeaky, and Will snorts, then dissolves into a fit of giggles, his arms tight around Nico’s middle, laughter huffed out into Nico’s hair. It’s contagious, and they press against each other, giddy, shaking with soft laughter.

Nico turns his head for a kiss and though the angle is awkward, Will responds eagerly. He always does.

They part, and Nico presses his head against Will’s, resuming the motion of his hips, pressing down and back, and Will lets out another soft sound, his hands hesitantly moving to Nico’s thighs. Nico rests his hands on the other boy’s, encouraging.

“I love you,” he whispers, and Will takes a long, shuddering breath.

Sometimes, when Will’s feeling anxious, he’ll tell Nico, “talk to me,” and Nico will murmur any soothing thing he can think of - you’re okay, I’m right here, everything’s fine, breathe. He does something similar now, grinding against his boyfriend in the back of a van - I love you so much, Will, you’re so beautiful, I love the way you kiss me.

The effect on the other boy is intoxicating, Will’s breath coming rougher against Nico’s skin, his body tensing, not with nerves this time, but with pleasure, anticipation. There’s a rush of heat through Nico’s body, too, but he does his best to put that aside. This isn’t about him. Apart from the arousal though, this feels… good. Right. It feels really nice to take care of Will this way.

Will takes a shaky little breath in, pressing a hot kiss to the back of Nico’s neck, then another, and another, nuzzling. Nico’s eyes flutter shut.

“Um,” Will whispers against his skin.

“Okay?” Nico pauses.

“Yeah. Could you um… could you do that… more?” Will asks. Soft, shy, breathless.

“More?”

“H-harder?” Will whispers, almost too soft to hear.

Nico feels a dizzy rush of heat to his lips, tingling down to his fingers.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Nico shifts forward a bit, bracing a forearm on the seat back in front of them and grinding back, hard. Will lets out a quiet moan, his hips jerking up, involuntary. Electricity sparks through Nico’s body and he digs his heels into the floor of the van. Harder.

“Nico. Fuck,” Will breathes. Nico can feel every ounce of tension in the other boy’s body, coiled like a spring. He’s squirming a little, a bit more with each movement of Nico’s hips, and Nico abruptly registers that Will’s squeezing his thighs in a gentle rhythm, tugging him in with each motion of Nico’s hips, guiding him into the rhythm that Will needs to get off.

Gods.

“Tell me how?” Nico whispers, unsteady, mostly just wanting the reassurance that this is still okay, that Will’s not going to regret this.

“It’s - it’s good. That’s - you’re - it’s really good. It feels - fuck,” Will gasps, sounding as if he’s having difficulty piecing words together. Nico glances back to see Will’s head tilted against the seat, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted. And fuck. Will is always, always gorgeous. Breathtaking, luminous. But this - knowing it’s the two of them together making Will feel this way, that it’s Nico causing this… gods. He’s hooked, lost in it.

“Keep going?” Nico whispers.

“Yes. Please.”

Will’s grip on his thighs is hard enough to bruise now, and Nico’s struck rather violently by the thought that he hopes it will, that he wants to see the evidence of this, later. It sends a rush of heat to his groin. Is that… weird? Now is probably not the time to examine that, he decides.

Nico’s sweaty, dizzy, his back beginning to ache with the motion of his hips. He leans back, turns his head towards Will’s, pressing messy kisses and murmured words wherever he can reach; “you’re so gorgeous, Will, I love you, it’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.”

“Oh,” Will gasps, sharp, and his hands shoot to Nico’s waist, fingers curling around hip bones. He pulls Nico in hard, thrusting up once, twice, and then Will’s body is trembling, hips jerking helplessly, mouth pressed into Nico’s shoulder as he tries to stifle a moan.

He finally goes limp, sweaty and spent, and Nico flops back as Will’s arms wind around his waist, his chest heaving. Will drops his head heavily to Nico’s shoulder.

Nico strokes Will’s arm gently, warmth blooming in his chest, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“Wow,” he whispers, finally. He feels light, warm.

“Wow,” Will giggles. He presses kisses to Nico’s shoulder, then his neck, finally burying his nose in Nico’s hair.

“Um. I really like it when you call me baby,” Will mutters, sounding embarrassed.

Nico blinks. Then, “oh.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll. Um. That’s - good to know.”

Will laughs, breathless.

Nico closes his eyes, still smiling, soothed by the sensation of Will’s breath rocking their bodies together as he floats back down. Just the two of them surrounded by the hum of the van and stacks of boxes and the night sky.

“I love you,” Will whispers, when he’s finally caught his breath.

“Love you too,” Nico murmurs, turning his head towards his boyfriend, pressing a clumsy kiss to his jaw. “That was - that was okay, right? We’re okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” Will says. “Better than okay.” He turns his head towards Nico and they manage a few clumsy kisses, off-centre, messy.

“Um,” Will nuzzles against Nico’s face, sounding shy. “I um… I want it to be your turn. Next time.”

“Oh.” Nico’s stomach flip-flops pleasantly. “Yeah, that sounds… yeah. Okay,” he manages. “Not like - not now, though.”

Will laughs, soft. “Not now. I was thinking somewhere with a bit more privacy.”

Nico can only manage a nod, then a couple of deep breaths, trying valiantly to focus his attention anywhere other than next time and more privacy. Will’s back to nuzzling, which doesn’t especially help.

Will sighs, breath brushing Nico’s skin. “I feel all… dopey and cuddly.”

“So just like usual, then,” Nico teases.

Will giggles.

“Feel like you could nap now?” Nico asks finally, soft. He can feel tiredness pulling at his own body, and Will’s right there behind him like a favourite pillow.

“Yeah, probably.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” Nico murmurs again, squeezing Will’s arms.

Will giggles, the sound drifting into a contented hum. “I’ve got you, too.”

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Notes:

1. Weirdly, the next thing I plan to post has nudity but no sex.

2. Look, I have no idea why they had to drive to Pittsburgh to pick up medical supplies. They didn't tell me.

#will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #my writing #rated adult #fluff #smut

[sweetygardenerpeach]

Should i make the luke x reader.. ♡☆ :)

#leo valdez #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fluff #camp half blood #nico di angelo #pjo series #smut #angst #clarrise la rue #rachel elizabeth dare #annabeth chase #will solace #piper mclean #luke castellan

[rindoushousewife69]

#gangsta #gangsta manga #gangsta anime #gangsta nicolas #gangsta doug #gangsta worick #gangsta alex #gangsta smut #gangsta x reader #worick smut #worick x reader #worick arcangelo #nico di angelo #di angelo #nicolas brown #nicolas brown smut #gangsta cursed #gangsta beretta #gangsta sig #trending #jjk smut #jjk manga #jjk season 2 #jjba #tr smut

[metalee2]

Hello! I got news! So, I will do x readers Now ! Um, I am taking requests! and I had another account on here, But i deleted it cuz i kinda didn't know what to post, but here are the things i will do! FANDOMS - will do My hero academia One piece (anime and live action) Percy Jackson and the olympians Avater: the last airbender The legend of Korra Hunter X Hunter Harry Potter Hazbin Hotel Helluva Boss I also will do A.U's Genre- will do Fluff Smut Angst Platonic Every under age character will be aged up if smut or makeout, maybe kissing too, but We'll see

#koby smut #harry potter smut #childe smut #tokyo revengers #percy jackon and the olympians #lucifer morningstar #hp boy x reader #remus lupin #monkey d. luffy #hazbin hotel lucifer #luke castellan #my hero academia #heroes of olympus #hp boys x yn #boku no hero academia #nico di angelo