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DOES THIS MEAN THAT ALL OF THE OLD FILLS CANNOT BE READ ANYMORE??? D:

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A Good Old Fashioned Orgy With The Seven

http://pjo-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/522.html?thread=430858#t430858

A good old-fashioned orgy with the Seven.

Everyone gets a warm welcome to Rome!

A Good Old Fashioned Roman Orgy

Piper.

It feels like she’s waking up from a dream, except that she doesn’t want to wake up at all. It’s such a lovely dream; Jason is right beside her, and Annabeth looks happier than she has in months. It’s so pleasantly warm. Surely just another few minutes can’t hurt.

That’s enough for now.

She lifts her head drowsily. Oh. There’s Percy. And Hazel and Frank and Leo. It’s so nice to see Frank and Leo getting along after Hazel’s mixup. Oh, but everyone is moving, shifting…

Piper McLean, young lady, snap out of it!

And that’s when Piper wakes up.

She’s kneeling in the sand, water lapping at her bare skin. Annabeth is in her lap, panting and flushed and arching her hips. Percy kneels between Annabeth’s thighs, one hand on her knee and another making vague gestures underwater that send little ripples racing across the surface of the water. And under the surface of the water are little tongues and fingers and eddies that lick between Piper’s legs, and she closes her eyes and moans in time with Annabeth, who digs her fingers into Piper’s skin.

An arm brushes against hers and Piper’s eyes flutter open. It’s Leo; Hazel is in his lap, tight curls bouncing as she moves up and down and up again. “Sammy,” she pants, “Sammy you – I – ah – ” But Frank’s long, archer’s fingers tilt her chin back, and he kisses her quiet. Leo squeezes Piper’s hand in his.

“Move over, man,” Jason chuckles, and Leo shifts aside so that Jason is pressed against Piper. “Gods,” he breathes, more reverently than she’s ever heard him talk to a real god, “you look amazing.” He puts one hand at the small of her back, and kisses her, more deeply than ever before. And his hand slides over her hip and past Annabeth’s strands of hair to part Piper’s legs slightly, moving in time with the gentle movement Percy is sending through the lagoon. She feels something like a spark – and gods, it probably is a spark; it goes to through her nerves in a burst of perfect pleasure – as Jason’s fingers press inside her, and she leans back against him and Leo while Annabeth keeps smiling radiantly.

“I said snap out of it!”

Piper forces herself to tear eyes from Jason’s perfect face for a moment toward the sound of the voice and sees – “Mom?”

Piper tries frantically to move, but she’s sandwiched between Jason and Leo and Annabeth and the insistent tug of the water. None of them seem to notice the goddess, standing on the water as though it were the end of a runway. “As if any other Olympian could rescue you,” Aphrodite says breezily. “Most of them would try to join in – and I have to say, Jason has tempting technique for your age –”

He does. Piper can barely squeak out, “Mom, what’s happening?”

“Oh, well, an awful lot of things. Puberty, hormones, teenage romance. But mostly that pervert Ephialtes, who goes around saying he’s the anti-me and saying he’s going to take over love when he’s clearly messing all of your blossoming relationships up for good.”

Annabeth comes with a shout; Percy slides up to kiss her in the shallow water at Piper’s feet. Their bodies press up close against hers; she is caught between her friends’ in front of her mother and absolutely cannot sort out her feelings of lust and embarrassment and terror. “Do something!” she groans. “This isn’t how Jason and I were supposed to – to – ”

“I can’t,” says Aphrodite sadly. “Ephialtes’s power is equal and opposite to mine. To tip things in your favor, you’ll need… well, you. Your power. Tell them to stop, Piper.”

“Me? I—”

“I’m sorry.”

She’s so, so close. She doesn’t know if she can get the word out, let alone muster up the power to Charmspeak, but as much as her body enjoys it, the romantic part of her knows that this is horrible, horrible, horrible. It should be just her and Jason, and because she loves him, not because one of the giants is toying with them. She puts a hand around Jason’s wrist and looks him in his clear blue eyes and manages, with a great and draining effort, to tell them all – “Stop.”

The lagoon goes still.

how do I???

And how do I go around and Bold my request? Because in the last meme i tried making my requests bold, but my attempts failed...
Luke/Percy-with as Luke the seme-PLEASE. Write an actual anal lemon-PLEASE.
Kink-Luke-got jealous or fed up with Percy having so many admirers-decides to stake his claim on Percy. In an extremely public place at camp Half-Blood-with an unwilling audience of campers and hunters alike-watching much to their horror/amusement.
Bonus-if someone-Nico or one of the Stolls get everything on tape to show it to the gods-namely Hermes and Poseidon. (Their reactions would be hilarious!)

Re: how do I???

the code is <*b> & <*/b> without the *
just put the first one at the beginning of your request and the second one at the end :)

Percy/Nico, water

Percy/Nico, River Styx

The Other Side

The Doors of Death open, and they plummet toward a rocky shore.

Percy’s instincts are razor-sharp. His arms still wrapped around Nico, he makes a sharp gesture with his fingers to pull the river water out to cushion their fall. It’s very lucky that Nico’s reflexes are also razor-sharp (somehow, he turns the rocks below them into powder before the two of them are impaled), because Percy’s water trick didn’t work at all

Percy spends several minutes seeing stars and hacking up dust. When his mind is in working order again, he realizes that Nico hasn’t moved. He’s lying perfectly still on top of Percy, cold as Stygian iron and breathing erratically. Okay. That makes sense. He’s just been broken out of Gaea’s prison at the Doors of Death, fought a giant, and crashed through Thanatos’s private superhighway to land – somewhere Percy can’t control water. And that isn’t normal at all. It has Percy spooked and ready to move on.

“Nico,” he says, unsurprised to find his voice cracked and wheezy. “Can you move? Hey. Dude, hang on…”

“M’fine,” Nico mumbles into Percy’s chest. His hands – painfully thin – grip the purple fabric of Percy’s shirt. Nico was always scrawny, but now he’s whitewashed and only a few meals away from skeletonhood. “Just… just…”

“We have to move,” Percy says. If it came down to it, he could probably carry Nico a fair distance, but protecting him in a fight would be risky. “I can’t do anything with that water; it might be Polybotes’s—”

Nico laughs, or maybe it’s a hiccup, or maybe it’s a sob. “It’s not the giants, Percy. The Doors of Death open on the River Styx. We’re back.”

Percy goes almost as still as Nico. Solidly back in Greek territory, solidly back on the site of old successful adventures. On the shores of death, Percy wraps his arms around Nico. “You made it,” he smiles, patting his cousin on the back. “Welcome home.”

Percy/Annabeth/Nico, established

Percy/Rachel, beard (facial hair), tongues, paint

Beards can be fun too [1/2]

This might not be at all what you wanted, but it seems like these two kind of have a mind of their own, and they took over. I still hope it's okay, though!

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Rachel couldn't stop herself from making a face when Percy walked in the room sporting a fitted black t-shirt, those jeans that make his ass look incredible [the kind he knows she likes], a slightly curious smile, and...his facial hair. Until the moment she dies, Rachel will rue the day when Percy's face had gone from smooth to dotted with stubble. When he had woken up with it one morning [he insists it happened overnight, that he awoke with dark hair suddenly growing in along his jawline], he had laughed at his reflection, amused that it was happening to him. Thankfully, he had invested in a razor and kept the growth at bay.

Until recently, when he decided he wanted a beard. 'A full, thick one,' he had said with a smile and a nod, laughter in his eyes when the redhead had turned serious and demanded he shave it before she did it for him in his sleep.

He had apparently decided not to take her threat serious for the fourth day in a row [which was to be expected since she really hadn't made good on the threat...yet], and when he walked into her studio upstairs, he had well beyond the 5 o'clock shadow he usually only allowed himself. Her lip pulled up into a grimace and she rolled her eyes while wiping streaks of yellow, white, and blue paint from her hands and across her t-shirt. "Did you lose your razor?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow. "Mine is in the shower. I know it's pink, but it's still safe."

Percy laughed, amused, and stroked his newfound stubble. "Ah, come on, it's not that bad." He scratched at his chin a bit while making his way towards her, leaning down to kiss her cheek and missing as she pulled away. "It'll be like my dad's," he said in what Rachel assumed he thought was a convincing tone. "Long and full-"

"And thick," she interrupted. "I know. And if I wanted to kiss someone who looked like your dad, I'd probably just kiss him." She stuck her tongue out, a childish gesture that they still hadn't outgrown. It made Percy laugh, and in the moment, she almost did as well.

Percy/Calypso, drugged, sunshine, forever

Nico/Bianca, to the exception of all else

Polybotes/Percy. “I will torture you under the sea. Every day the water will heal you, and every day I will bring you closer to death.”

I second this! Please somene has to vwrite this! After the show Polybotes gave in the book this is totally justified!

Percy/Jason, discovering what else they have in common.

Luke/Percy -- established relationship; AU where Percy joined Kronos; sex in water.

Octavian/Drew EVIL SCHEMING PILLOW TALK.

Wicked Tongues

Drew had to admit, he really, really wasn't the kind of guy she normally went for.

But the way he traced thin and spidery fingers across her bare thighs and waist, slowly and sensuously, reminded her of all they had done together just in the course of one day.

To believe she just meant to led on what she thought was a geeky kid in a toga when she coyly asked where his bunk was. He hadn't shown the surprise at a girl like her (perfection, thank you) going for a guy like him.

Instead he showed charisma, and a large amount of self-esteem, smirking at her as if to say 'about time one of you Greek's showed good taste'.

He led her past a large collection of stuffed animals, which gave her the creeps, and began his counter-seduction.

Octavian introduced his name, in a self-deprecating fashion, how he was a descendant of Apollo, not directly descended from the gods like she was.

"I have always suspected that there was another Camp, a Greek Camp..." He glanced over her, raised an eyebrow. "If I had known that the daughters of Aphrodite would put the daughters of Venus to shame, I would have looked all the harder."

Drew raised an eyebrow in return, a challenge. "How hard?"

oh yes, Octavian may have had a complexion that looked like cold oatmeal and barely had any muscles to flex, but he had proven to possess greater stamina then his scarecrow frame should have permitted, and he what he lacked in looks he made up for in urgency and skill.

Moments before Drew was on the receiving end of a lengthy lesion in which the power-hungry orator showed her how skilled he was with his tongue.

When she tried to do the same, she could have sworn that he actually growled at her when she teased his cock in the beginning of their foreplay.

Foreplay didn't last very long... he had grabbed her hair before she could object and thrust into her mouth, setting a faster pace to his liking before directing her to the couch.

Yeah, he may have been a touch psychotic for her tastes, and he had that whole 'Grima Wormtongue' vibe, but he proved to be surprisingly good in bed.

Not to mention, they both had similar interests outside the bed-chamber...

Percy/Annabeth, a quest for remember, post TLH. I want a plot.

Luke/Percy: Stockholm syndrome

Percy/Luke: role reversal.

Luke/Percy...

LUKE/PERCY: AU-where Kronos possessed someone else. Some random lackey. After Hades ordered Nico to take Percy out of the picture for the duration of the Titan war-Nico came up with a different plan instead and enlisted Ethan Nakamura's help to carry the plan out. Resulting into Percy being Luke's captive for the rest of the Titan war.
Kink-Percy chained to Luke's bed on the Princess Andromeda. Luke decides to pounce-Percy can be wary at the beginning but he MUST be willing in the end.
Required-an actual anal lemon-but NO RAPE!!

Re: Luke/Percy...

...Everything about this prompt is rape. The whole plot is rape.

Percy/Annabeth. They frequently have sex with people they decide they're both attracted to. Possible targets include Nico, Jason, or Rachel.

Percy/Annabeth/Nico. Wrestling. The Greek Way.

Annabeth/Rachel</i>. Comfort.

</b>LukePercy: AU-Percy joined Kronos. </b>

Luke/Percy: AU in which Percy joined Kronos. Luke showing Percy the ropes.

any couple: ____ and ____ go on a transamerican road trip to work through their issues. and they find LOVE and ADVENTURES!

Luke/Percy AU after BotL-Kronos got his own body, Nico made different choices. Percy found out exactly what the prophecy meant. (Greek tragedy anyone?) Resulting into Percy and Nico changing sides.
Frustrated with Luke and Percy being into denial about their soul-bond-AFTER Eros fixed Aphrodite's meddling. (Aphrodite admitted that she would play with Percy's love life. So I don't trust the Percy/Annabeth pairing!)
Ethan and Nico take action...
Kink-Percy chained to Luke's bed on the Princess Andromeda. Percy MUST be willing. (Percy can vow vengeance on Ethan and Nico in the aftermath-if anyone want.)
Required: An actual anal lemon.