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valewritessss · 7 months ago

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Have any headcanons about Annabeth's childhood at camp(or pre camp either one)?

I’m so sorry I took a while to respond I’m on a trip so I don’t check my phone much but I do have some headcanons, most that I came up with and some that I’ve heard others say

- She is a fast eater from being rushed to finish eating while in the streets so that monsters don’t get to her. In fact, I would say most demigods are fast eaters since they need to be for quests where they don’t have much time to stop.

- Not really about Annabeth but the Athena cabin has a special cabinet full— and I mean FULL— of spider repellents, spider traps, and citrus sprays.

- She makes friendship bracelets (the yarn kind) for all of her friends and she’s good at it since Athena is also the goddess of weaving, a trait Annabeth was seen to have in Mark of Athena. And she makes the bracelets in theme with the person she gives it to.

- Her and Magnus used to play with legos because she wanted to and she’s bossy :). She still likes them but she won’t admit it, so her siblings give her a big box of Lego’s for one of her birthdays and her and Leo build stuff together in secret where no one will see them.

- When she would get in trouble in her dad’s house, her stepmom would lock her in the pantry.

- She had a cat before she ran away. She likes cats. They chill with her while she works/reads.

- Apart from the color of Percy’s eyes, her favorite color is purple (this is a protest against her favorite color being gray just bc it’s her eye color, that’s just a no).

- She used to search up every kid that came to camp half blood in hopes that they would be the prophecy kid and could be the one to get her a quest.

- Minecraft was a gift sent from Heaven and when it first came out, and though she’s older here she didn’t come out of her cabin for DAYS because she was too busy making the most epic buildings ever. Hell, her siblings wanted to play too but Annabeth was the only one who could on her laptop and she wasn’t gonna share.

- She’s the kid that screamed at everyone in P.E. She took four square too seriously, and don’t even think about trying to beat her at wall-ball.

- The elementary school librarian hated her because they were so done with her complaining that they only had silly kids books.

- Her teddy bear that she canonically has came from one of her old teachers that noticed how lonely she was so for the class’ white elephant (a gift exchange), she gave her a teddy bear. Annabeth teared up.

- While she was a run away, she befriended a stray dog that followed her everywhere until it left and never came back. Annabeth was heartbroken.

That’s all I could come up with but thank you so much for the ask it was fun!

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asterthemegadisaster · 18 days ago

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A Dream Come True -- Percy Jackson x Reader One-Shot

Content warning: contains sex (p in v), post Siege of Camp Half-Blood, praise kink, slight domination/submission, oral sex (fem!receiving), 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, light description of a fem!reader, no use of y/n, creampie, multiple orgasm, sex dream

Percy Jackson x fem!reader lemon one-shot WC: 2.1k words

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18+ MDNI!!!!

Percy’s hands slide from your hair down to your breasts and settle on your nipple as his lips place soft but desperate kisses on your neck. You let out a breathless moan, “Percy…” as his calloused fingers lightly pinch and twist your hardened nub.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers seductively.

“I want you,” you reply shyly, “please,” you add.

He chuckles, “you’re gonna have to be more specific than that, baby. Now tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Please,” you cry once more.

“Where? Here?” he asks as his fingers slide even further down, settling on your abdomen.

“Lower,” you manage to croak out as his lips ravage your neck once more. His hand slides down deftly, settling on your clit.

“Is this where you want me to touch you?” he asks in a low voice.

Your head nods enthusiastically as his fingers begin to circle your increasingly sensitive bud. Percy’s kisses begin to drift from your neck down, over your breasts, down your abdomen, and his mouth replaces his fingers. You cry out as his tongue encircles your most sensitive area, desperate for more. He slides one, then two fingers inside of you and lets out a breathy moan, “you’re so fucking wet for me.”

You moan again as Percy quickens his fingers and tongue, “Don’t stop,” is all you can croak out. Your fingers weave themselves into his silky black hair and he looks up at you with his piercing green eyes and the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge. Your hips buck wildly against his face, and his arm moves to hold your hips down, his assault on your bundle of nerves unrelenting as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Your eyes shoot open and you immediately notice a warm and damp sensation between your legs. Another dream, you sigh internally, rolling over to look at the clock. It reads back 2:49 and you roll over, snuggling into Percy’s sleeping form. To your surprise, he turns on the light and rolls over to look at you, “Did you have another dream?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice and the way his brows furrowed.

“Yes, but it wasn’t a bad dream,” you replied. Ever since the Siege of Camp Half-Blood, both you and Percy, and honestly all the other former Camp Half-Blood members, were plagued by terrible nightmares.

“What was it about then?” Percy inquired genuinely.

“Well,” you paused slightly, then Percy urged you on, “it was a sex dream…about you,” you admitted sheepishly. You and Percy had been together for 2.5 years now and it was still embarrassing to admit to.

Percy chuckled as he replied, “would you tell me about it?” There was an almost commanding tone to his voice, implying that this was a demand and not a request. Your cheeks flushed at the thought, although surely whatever happened if you didn’t comply would be worse than just telling him. So you launched into every detail that you could recall. He licked his lips slightly when you told him about how he went down on you, and before long his cheeks were flushed as well.

“Come here,” he said gruffly, grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him. His lips were next to your ear and his whisper was barely audible as he said, “I want you so fucking badly, babygirl.”

A soft and involuntary moan escaped your lips, “then come and get me,” you replied breathily. He wasted no time as his lips met yours, his fingers tangling in your hair as he laid you down on your back. Your hands moved down his muscular body until you reached the waistband of his pajama pants. Deftly pulling them down, you were surprised to find his erection fully out, “Commando?” you ask with a slight laugh.

“I dress to impress!” Percy joked back, removing his shirt as he spoke. He lifted your torso off the bed and pulled your shirt off, pausing momentarily to stare at your chest. You lean back and pull off your pants and underwear in one smooth motion, kicking them to the ground. “That’s better,” Percy says as his hands slide up to your hips.

You yelp as yanks on your hips, pulling you toward him. He lays himself gently on top of you and begins to kiss you, first on the lips, and then gradually he moves to your neck. One of your hands finds itself wrapped in his curly black locks, the other has another path in mind. You reach down between yourself and Percy and gently grab his cock and begin to slowly stroke him. He lets out a soft groan and his mouth moves back to your lips, his tongue desperately entering your mouth as the kiss deepens.

Suddenly the kiss is broken by Percy grabbing your hands and holding them above your head. He gazes into your eyes and you see the love–and the lust–behind them, “I love you,” he says sweetly.

Your heart melts as you respond, “I love you.” Planting one more kiss on your lips, his mouth finds a new plaything as his tongue gently circles your left nipple, then the right.

Percy looks up at you and asks in a deep and silky voice, “Where should I touch you?”

“My chest,” you reply.

He swiftly complies, one hand still holding your arms above your head, the other gently massages your supple breast, his mouth occasionally replacing it. “How about now?”

Too embarrassed to say what you really want, you simply reply, “lower.” And just as before, he complies. His grip on your arms is released and he moves to support himself on one arm as the other travels from your breasts to your abdomen. Just like in my dream, you think to yourself.

“Here?” He asks, and you realize he intends to reenact the dream you told him about.

“Lower,” you repeat softly. His rough fingers find your clit, swollen and sensitive with arousal, and gently circle around it, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat. “Like that,” you squeak out.

His fingers continue circling your sensitive bud and you feel your desire increasing. Almost as if sensing it, Percy’s mouth replaces his fingers and he flicks his tongue along your clit expertly, years of doing it giving him near perfect technique.

“I want–” you begin, but Percy’s gruff voice cuts you off.

“I know, baby,” he says lustfully as his fingers fill your aching, wet heat, “so fucking wet,” he says softly. As his fingers swiftly move in and out of you, his tongue continues its barrage on your bud.

Your hips buck as you cry out, and just as in your dream, his arm holds your hips down to the bed, “I’m so close, please, Percy,” you whimper breathlessly.

All stimulation stops, and just as you are about to protest, Percy sheaths himself inside of you; you both groan at the feeling as he fills you desperately. The feeling of him so deep inside of you sends you over the edge; waves of pleasure wrack your body, your inner walls spasming with pleasure as you call out, “Percy! Oh, Gods!”

The bed squeaks gently as Percy fucks you, moaning your name as he buries his face in your neck, peppering you with kisses. Your arms and legs wrap around his body, pulling him closer and willing him deeper, if at all possible. The sound of his breathy moans in your ear sends waves of pleasure down your body, and Percy whispers once more in your ear, “I love you,” his thrusts slowing to a stop.

He doesn’t wait for your reply before he flips you over onto your stomach. Grabbing the pillow beside you, he places it carefully under your hips, lifting them up. His hands gently grab your ass, spreading you open as he begins to lick your bundle of nerves once more. You cry out, struck by how sensitive you have become, but Percy shows no signs of relenting.

His tongue explores all of you, circling your clit, probing at your opening, back to your clit; he suddenly fills you again, both of you moaning at the feeling. His thrusts come even more intense this time, as if he needs it more than you do. Grabbing your hips, he pauses and pulls you up, without missing a beat he places a swift smack on your ass and you giggle.

Looking over your shoulder, you drink in his toned form. Years of training have left Percy’s body scarred but chiseled. Your eyes settle on his cock, glistening with your arousal and Percy’s voice breaks the silence, “Should I keep fucking you?”

Momentarily stunned, you look back up at him, “Yes, please,” you reply obediently.

“How do you want it?” He asks, his voice thick with arousal.

Your cheeks flush as you respond quietly, “I want to ride you.”

“I can’t hear you,” Percy responds in a teasing tone.

“I want to ride you,” you say again, more confidently this time.

Percy grins as he lays down on his back, inviting you to mount him, “Your wish is my command, darling.”

Gently straddling him, you grind yourself back and forth on his throbbing arousal, soft moans coming from both of you. Pleasure fills your body as your hips rock back and forth on his hard length. “I want to be inside of you,” Percy begs.

Your hips cease their movement and you rise up on your knees as his hand holds his aching cock up. Slowly, you place yourself on his tip and slide down half an inch. Percy’s hips buck up, but you place a hand on his chest and raise yourself back up, “Patience, I want to take you in slowly, I wanna feel you fill me,” you say firmly. He nods, whimpering as your muscles tighten around his swollen tip.

Slowly, you sink down more, moaning as Percy’s length hits your most sensitive spot; you tighten once more, eliciting another moan from Percy’s sweet lips. Emboldened, you slide down until your hips meet his, and a loud noise of pleasure escapes both of you. His hands find your hips and he attempts to move you, desperate for friction. “No,” you say firmly, “I’m in control now.”

Percy looks up at you and whimpers quietly; feeling a little bad, you slowly move your hips up and down. Percy’s hands sync with your movements, allowing you to easily ride him. You place a hand on his chest as your other hand grasps your chest, squeezing gently. Throwing your head back and moaning deeply as you ride him, Percy’s hips move up to meet yours, quickening your joint movements. You decide to allow it, relishing the pleasure it brings as wave after wave goes through your body.

As Percy’s fingers find your delicate bud, you cry out, your movements becoming more irregular and shallow as you desperately grind on him, hoping for some relief from the building pleasure. Percy’s fingers leave your clit just as suddenly as they arrived and he pulls himself off of you. He turns you on your belly and pulls your hips to his; his cock enters you swiftly, filling you oh so deeply. The sounds of carnal pleasure fill your bedroom as you near your peak once again.

Your fingers deftly find your clit and hopelessly flick back and forth. “Come for me,” Percy says roughly, increasing his pace slightly. Your fingers move more rapidly, more desperately, and Percy’s engorged member hits that sweet spot inside of you. As your second climax peaks, you fall to your elbows, unable to support yourself on your hands any longer. Percy sweetly moans your name and calls out again, “Come for me, baby. I need it,” and you come undone.

A soft scream escapes your lips as intense pleasure comes over you, your walls quake along Percy’s length as he relentlessly thrusts over and over.

“Oh, Gods, yes baby, just like that. I’m gonna fucking come,” he calls out desperately. You tighten your walls as his hips stutter and he groans, his warm seed filling you, seeming to go deeper with every pulse. So sensitive from your climax, the feeling of Percy finishing so deeply inside of you is too much and you peak for the third time, calling out his name as your body shakes.

Exhausted, Percy leans down, his now soft member still inside of you, and begins to kiss your shoulders. Your lips meet as your turn to look at him, and you gently sigh, “I love you, Percy Jackson.”

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