#Percy jackson x reader

[xoxochb]

thinking about percy jackson and his doe eyed girlfriend! he’s so totally obsessed with ur pretty eyes in a way that’s near concerning to everyone around him— and that’s excluding himself— he thinks the addiction is quite normal. he love love lovessss when u get on ur knees for him n ur all hesitant n u look up at him with ur bambi eyes, a silent way of asking for reassurance or praise while u suck him off. n he loves seeing them all teary while you nearly choke on him, or even when he’s mercilessly thrusting his cock into your tight n achy cunt, abusing you until mascara tears roll down ur cheeks from ur pretty bambi eyes :(( n when he finishes he’ll wipe your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs n tell u how good u did for him n how u look ‘so pretty’ beneath him. n then he’ll kiss your eyelids closed so delicately, ur ruined mascara getting all over his lips but he doesn’t entirely seem to care. n not only this he just loves seeing ur eyes in general, not only when he’s fucking you— he likes when the illuminate like christmas lights when he buys u a new stuffie or flowers or really anything at that. but all in all, it’s safe to say that percy jackson is unhealthily obsessed with ur gorgeous doe eyes!!

[starrydali]

hii i got a request for a luke castellan fic🤭

so i thought of it the other day.. what if its during a capture the flag game but reader and luke get carried away with yk.. making out or smth and they get caught !

do what you want with it, i just thought it could be cute😊

Friends With Benefits - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Stoppp I love this so much♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊You and Luke have always been close friends, but lately, things have been a little… complicated. You're not quite dating, but you're not just friends either. Stolen kisses here and there, moments where the line between friendship and something more starts to blur. ✧. ┊

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. You were supposed to be patrolling—Luke was supposed to be patrolling—but instead, you were backed against the rough bark of a tree, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sent your thoughts spiraling into chaos.

“Luke,” you mumbled between kisses, though you made no effort to stop him. “We’re going to get caught.”

He pulled back slightly, his face so close that his breath warmed your skin. His smirk was maddeningly cocky, the kind that made you simultaneously want to shove him and kiss him again. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and full of amusement. “You worry too much.”

“You don’t worry enough,” you shot back, your hands resting awkwardly on his chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Luke just chuckled, leaning in again, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before moving to trail down your jaw. “It’s adorable how you think anyone’s paying attention to us right now.”

You were about to retort when—

“Luke Castellan.”

The sharp voice cut through the quiet of the woods like a blade. Your head snapped toward the source of the sound, and your stomach dropped. Annabeth.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed and a look of utter disbelief etched on her face. For once, her calculating gaze wasn’t directed at some strategic move in Capture the Flag—it was pinned squarely on the two of you.

“Oh gods,” you muttered under your breath, stepping away from Luke so fast you nearly tripped over a root.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. He leaned casually against the tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and gave Annabeth his most infuriating grin. “Hey, Annabeth,” he said, as if she’d just caught him skipping chores and not...well, this.

“‘Hey, Annabeth?’” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. Her eyes flicked between you and Luke, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like secondhand embarrassment. “What the hell was that?”

You opened your mouth to explain—or maybe apologize—but no sound came out. Your face was burning so hot you were sure it could rival Apollo’s chariot.

“We were just...uh...” Luke began, his grin widening as he glanced at you.

“Don’t,” Annabeth interrupted, holding up a hand. “Don’t even try to explain.”

Luke shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, if you insist.”

“Luke!” you hissed, swatting his arm.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m not lying. She told me not to explain.”

Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I cannot believe this. You two are supposed to be best friends.”

“We are,” Luke said, the casual tone in his voice almost convincing.

“Best friends don’t...” Annabeth gestured vaguely between the two of you, clearly at a loss for words.

You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever. “This isn’t—it’s not—”

“Not what it looked like?” Annabeth supplied, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded furiously, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Luke, ever the opportunist, slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “Come on, Annabeth,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “Can’t two best friends share a kiss now and then without it being a big deal?”

“No!” Annabeth snapped, her face incredulous. “No, they can’t!”

“Well,” Luke said, his smirk practically glowing in the dark, “guess we missed the memo.”

Annabeth threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re both unbelievable.” She turned on her heel and stalked back toward the creek, muttering something about idiocy and never being able to unsee things.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Luke, your jaw dropping. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he said, his expression far too pleased with himself. “That went better than I expected.”

“Better?” you repeated, your voice a mix of disbelief and mortification. “She’s never going to let us live this down.”

“Probably not,” Luke agreed, his grin softening into something almost fond as he looked at you. “But hey, at least now you know what you're dealing with.”

“And what exactly am dealing with?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Luke’s gaze flicked briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “A best friend who doesn’t play by the rules.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” he teased, leaning in just enough that your noses brushed.

You shoved him lightly, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in the direction of the creek. “Let’s actually do our job before we get caught again.”

“Whatever you say, best friend,” he said, his laughter echoing through the trees as he followed you.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[p0isongore]

little hazel color study, ive never colored a poc in my life before so i hope this is a good first try!!

reminding i have emergency commissions open ( 15usd a whole illustration, dm for more info)

[dreamdragonkadia]

My Christmas saga continues.

p.jackson x reader

Being here really was bad for the wallet. New York had a way of draining it without mercy, and even worse, your two suitcases—already bursting at the seams—weren’t faring much better. You and Percy had only been here for a little over a week, and you’d both been dragged into the gravitational pull of every little boutique and holiday pop-up shop you passed. The logic was airtight, at least on your part. There were so many cute things that would look perfect in your West Coast apartment, and obviously, you were already planning ahead for the bigger picture: the house you two kept daydreaming about, one that would be bought in a few years.

The city was magic this time of year, snow clinging to sidewalks like dusted sugar, the streets humming with holiday cheer, and Sally Jackson’s apartment warm and cozy in comparison to the chill outside. It felt like you’d blinked and the week had flown by.

Still, there were a few more days to soak it all in.

Percy’s head was heavy on your stomach, one arm draped lazily across your hip as he refused to acknowledge the start of the day. You were half-sure he was still asleep, but you caught the way his lips twitched when Sally, ever the wonderful host and future mother-in-law, walked in and handed you a cup of coffee. “You two are worse than Estelle when it comes to waking up,” she teased with a smile, cradling her own mug.

“I’m awake,” you defended with a grin, careful not to jostle Percy too much. Your free hand absently combed through his unruly dark hair, which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t doing him any favors in the motivation department. He groaned in response, though you could feel his smile against your sweater.

Sally chuckled softly, sitting down on the arm of the couch with a content sigh. “What are the plans today? Or is it another day of convincing Percy to do more shopping?”

At that, Percy groaned dramatically, muffled into your stomach. “I didn’t sign up to carry this many bags on my vacation,” he grumbled. You nudged him with your elbow.

“You signed up when you became my fiancé,” you reminded him cheerfully. “It’s in the fine print.”

“That’s unfair. No one reads the fine print.”

“You should’ve,” you teased, grinning as you tugged gently on his hair. He finally looked up at you, sea-green eyes groggy but warm, his lopsided smile peeking through. Sally watched the exchange with that soft, knowing expression only mothers seemed to master, and you felt your cheeks heat up just a little under her gaze.

“Well, if you’re asking for input,” you said, turning to Sally, “we were thinking about heading into Midtown today. Percy wants to check out the LEGO store because he’s basically a seven-year-old in disguise.”

“I heard that,” Percy mumbled, though he didn’t even try to deny it.

“And then we’re grabbing lunch somewhere,” you continued, ignoring him. “After that, we can go ice skating if you’re up for it?”

Sally’s face brightened at the suggestion. “Oh, I’d love that! Estelle’s been asking about skating for weeks.”

At the mention of her name, Estelle Jackson herself came running into the room, still in her pajamas, her hair a curly mess of bedhead. “Did you say skating?!” she squealed, practically bouncing as she climbed onto the couch to tackle Percy’s legs.

“Whoa there, kiddo—personal space,” Percy whined, though he reached out to tickle her sides, sending her into fits of giggles.

You smiled as you sipped your coffee, watching the scene unfold. There was something so good about being here—about the way the Jackson family took you in like one of their own without hesitation. Sally always insisted you two stay with them when you visited, never taking no for an answer. And as much as you teased Percy about being glued to his childhood bed, it was nice waking up to the smell of Sally’s cooking and the sound of Estelle dragging her brother into another one of her games.

A yawn escaped Percy as he finally sat up, ruffling his hair like a sleepy golden retriever. “Fine. Skating it is. But if I wipe out, you’re buying dinner.”

“Deal,” you said quickly.

Estelle grinned wickedly. “Percy always falls!”

“I do not!”

“You fell last time,” Sally chimed in helpfully, sipping her coffee with an innocent look.

You bit back a laugh as Percy shot his mom an incredulous look, clearly betrayed.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of jackets, scarves, and laughter as you all bundled up to head into the cold. The city seemed to sparkle as snow flurries fell, dusting the streets in white. Percy tried to grumble about carrying your shopping bags, but you caught him sneaking a glance at one of your purchases—a tiny ornament shaped like a sea turtle—and knew he secretly loved it.

Midtown was as busy as ever, lights and sounds blending together into something magical. Estelle tugged on Percy’s arm at every window display, practically dragging him to the Rockefeller Center tree. You caught Sally watching the two of them with a soft smile, her eyes glimmering with pride.

And later, when you were all lacing up ice skates, Percy leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “For the record, if I fall, I’m taking you down with me.”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The day stretched on, full of stolen moments like these—Percy stumbling on the ice and pulling you into his arms to steady himself, Estelle clinging to both of you as she skated ahead triumphantly, Sally laughing harder than you’d ever seen as she tried to keep up.

By the time you made it back to the apartment, rosy-cheeked and exhausted, it was nearly dark outside. The glow of the Christmas tree filled the living room as you all collapsed onto the couch, Percy pulling you close to his side with a content sigh.

“This,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, “is what makes all the shopping worth it.”

You laughed softly, snuggling into him. “I told you so.”

From the other end of the couch, Estelle chimed in sleepily, “You two are gross.”

You and Percy exchanged a glance, smiling as you both leaned over to ruffle her hair.

“Get used to it, kid,”

[hypnzo]

Hii! Can you do how the 7 (Percy,Annabeth, Frank, hazel, Leo, Jason, and piper) would react to you crying/ feeling down?

Thank you🫶🫶

Comfortable warmth of your hands and voice ; “I'm here.”

Warning!! : The characters may not exactly react accurately like this, there might be possible mischaracterization.

Percy Jackson would immediately notice that something was up with you. Your face was flushed, your eyes looked a bit red and he swore his mind wasn't playing tricks on him when he saw those dried tear marks on your face.

He'd probably go insane but he bottled it up, letting it simmer below the surface while he fixated his attention on you, comforting you, and trying to ask you what happened.

He'd be there for you, holding your hand in his while his thumb moves along your knuckle which gave you a soothing and grounding comfort to lean on, while also giving you with the knowledge that he was right there and doesn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

“Hey, what happened? Are you hurt? You were crying, weren't you? Talk to me, angel.”

Annabeth Chase would notice it immediately, feeling skeptical whenever you'd tell her that you were fine and it was just nothing. She didn't really believe you especially when she heard sniffling for the past few minutes—it didn't really help much when she sees your face looking a bit red.

She'd be worried and if anyone had made you feel this way, she was not going to let it slide. Though, she'd be focused on keeping you calm and feeling comforted first before you guys would get to that topic. If it was a sensitive thing for you to talk about in the moment of vulnerability, she'd give you the time to calm down first while she offers comfort through her action and words.

“Something's wrong, I know it. What happened? Something is clearly making you upset and I'm not about to just let that slide.”

Frank Zhang would drop everything he's doing when he senses any hints of you feeling down. You've been unusually quiet—you looked dull, out of energy, your eyes look like they've been so exhausted and you refused to keep eye contact with him. It confused him but he was alarmed of what was happening. He'd thread carefully with caution in order not to trigger you about anything while he holds you close, ensuring that you'd get the comfort that you are needing.

He'd wait for you to tell him what exactly was making you feel so down. He wanted to be there for you at your lowest and he gently insisted that you didn't need to tell him anything at the moment if you feel like it's too much for you to do. He'd stay there with you, pressing a kiss on your temple, and holding you in his arms.

“Is something bothering you? You've been awfully quiet lately. I'll be here for you, okay?”

Hazel Levesque would notice you feeling under the weather when you acted a little off. Her hugs would be sweet and grounding. She didn't push it and waited until you'd say something to her. But when she witnessed you cry, seeing tears fall out of your eyes, she immediately ran to your side, tucking your hair behind your ears while she listened and waited as you cried your eyes out.

She'd give you a hug, offering words of comfort, holding your hand, anything you'd feel comfortable for her to do. It's a grounding feeling that lets you know you didn't have to face it all alone because she'd be there with you, holding your hand in hers.

“Are you okay? I can tell something is bothering you.. Do you want to talk about it?”

Leo Valdez would take a bit of a minute to realize, but it doesn't mean his skepticism wasn't bubbling inside. You told him you just had a cold and you were still recovering from it, hiding away your teary-eye while you aniffled.

He didn't want to push it out of you, but his concern was gnawing at him. He went to you, trying to cheer you up, to get a smile out of you. He patted your shoulder with a grin but concern flooded his eyes.

He'd be there for you, trying to listen, cracking up jokes whenever he thinks the mood is ready for it, but he's quick to shut it down if you told him to. He stayed right there while you ranted your heart out.

“Alright, something is clearly bothering you. What's up? Oh, right, the sky! ...Okay, that was a bad joke. Sorry. But really, what's wrong?”

Jason Grace tends to you delicately, trying not to say anything that might trigger your vulnerability. He threads carefully, choosing the right words he has in mind to offer the comfort you need. He doesn't want to make it worse than it already is and so he decided to just sit there and listen to you cry, a bit unsure on what to do.

But soon enough, he lets you bawl your eyes out on his shoulder. You could feel the warmth of his palms and his thumb brushing against the fabric of your shirt.

“Just let it all out. ...I'm here if you need someone, okay? Just.. let out everything you're feeling, I don't plan on going anywhere.”

Piper McLean understands it almost immediately. She could sense that something was bothering you. You were trying to brush it off as nothing which only lead to unusual quietness coming from you. It was the kind of quietness that Piper heard—the kind of sound that Piper immediately went to.

She'd plop herself down beside you and just soaking in the silence with you. If you asked her why she was there, she wouldn't respond at first, holding your hand as if to bring you back to reality, to let you know that you weren't exactly alone in that sorrowful silence,

Because she's willing to go there with you, to bathe in it for as long as you needed if it meant letting you know that someone was there for you and it would be her.

“No reason. I can tell something is bothering you. You don't need to tell me about it if you don't feel like it. But.. If you need an ear or just a presence to be there, I'm here.”

[ssparksflyy]

"the snows gonna fall and the trees gonna glisten, and im gonna puke at the thought of you kissing" but its connor stoll spending his christmas season watching you slowly fall in love with his very own brother, knowing that this year and for years to come the only thing he'll ever truly want is you

[bayetea]

jackson doodle

[tisthedammseason]

˚⋆˙𝒟𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒 & 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝓎 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃✧⋆｡

- "I could've spent forever with your hands on my pockets"

[annaisabookworm]

Seasons Greetings

Listen to your fav holiday song while reading!

Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays to all my favorite authors and mutuals and friends! You all have written amazing stories that helped me get through the year I look up to you all so much. I hope you all have the best holidays and new years. I can’t wait to read more stories to come from you all. Everyone here on this app is so kind and supportive. I’ve never felt a community so supportive and caring. I am going to try to tag everyone who I would like to thank (this will take hours) and I just love you all and anyone who is reading this. Whether I was reading Harry Potter or Percy Jackson or Outer Banks or Stranger Things or the hunger games or the marauders or twilight or the most niche fan fictions I was just like to thank you very much for giving up your time to write amazing incredible stories. You have truly made me your special and giving me the joy of being able to immerse myself into a world of my dreams is truly a gift thank you so much.

@shiftingwithmars @multific @axelsagewrites @dontblamethewitches @frost-queen @george-weasleys-girl-deactivate @julesinsummer @moondancediner @xoxochb @starkeysprincess @randomoutsiders @riddlemenott @riddlesb1tch @notrafecameron @nottswitch @nottsbaby @slytherinstories @slytherinsmuse @slytheringangstuff @slytherslvt @likedaylighht @sethsclearwater @cherrixpie

Feel free to tag people you’d like to thank aswell! I love you all!

[goldencherriess]

If I had a nickel for every time I wrote a Y/N raised by her aunt, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[xoxochb]

hello, could you please write hcs or something about what the riordanverse boys would do to hide the hickeys they did to the reader?

hellurrrr I lit loved this sm

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

percy jackson gently cares for each and every one of them (which admittedly is a ton— the patience he has for you is unmatched LOL). though he does say all the time how he loves seeing you with his marks over your skin, he knows that if you don’t want to be seen like that then he’ll happily take them off, but of course not without whining n complaining first because that’s just how he rolls. and you assure him that you’ll leave them for as long as possible before you leave for the public and on the days you diminish of them quickly you promise to bake him cookies! — this is the deal you’ve come up with him.

jason grace tends to each delicately, sure not to hurt you in any way. he’s def the type of person to, like, google search every possibly way to diminish them like a fucking mom or something if you catch my drift. n he’ll try everything until they’re faint n almost not visible. n he doesn’t want you to go out in public with them because that can be embarrassing n most likely people will snicker n he doesn’t want that :(( so he makes sure to take his time n clean you free of them. though when he knows you’re not leaving the house in the near future that’s a wholeeee different story for another time.

leo valdez deffff doesn’t even try to hide them. he likes the idea of showing everyone that he has the hottest girlfriend ever! LOL but you insist on hiding them n he gets all pouty n whiny n begs you to keep them exposed for the whole world to see. it takes ten minutes of begging, a twenty minute make out sesh, head, n fake teary doe eyes for him to give into you, n then he helps you hide them with concealer (does that actually work??)!

luke castellan is similar to leo. he knows that most boys at camp look at you the same way he does and he hates that more than anything (though maybe not his father but this isn’t about him…). n he wants to mark u up to the brim n have you walk around camp with his marks all over you to show all those asshole boys that ur his!!!!! but when it actually comes to you leaving in public w them he’s like ‘nononono’ n helps you take care of them 😭😭 like pls he’s so silly n has so much talk like hello.

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[bruhaalla]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

[stvrlitsky]

Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333