Hi I'm Addie I'm literally just here to talk about Dustin Henderson and Percabeth (and co 😪) and anything else I think about. Leave a ask or thought or something. Be gross I don't judge.
If anyone still exists on my blog, sorry I've be absent im struggling REALLY bad financially right now and I've been trying to get out of the hole but i have no help and im about to have to get a second job so I'll have less time.
i would honestly love to be treated like a dog. like just for a moment. to get high, change into the comfiest clothes i have, have comfort snacks, and to have my boyfriend baby me. not even in a horny way, i just wanna be babied for a while. i dont wanna have to be a person all the time yk?
Regina and Hippie! Reader (Henry's girlfriend) beefing. (things I think would be said in this au at least once)
Y/n☀️: he's doing the best he can, Regina!
Regina📔: oh great your little hippie cheerleader is here!
y/n: maybe-
Regina: when I want parenting advice from a pothead I'll ask you to speak
y/n: 😐....
y/n: i don't think your mom likes me.
Henry: she likes you she's just... like that.
Regina: *from another room* no I don't!
👸🏻:if you can find a way to get rid of the baddie of the month with rainbow stickers, tree hugs, and bad fashion you can let me know but until then I'm going to stick to what I'm good with, magic.
👸🏻:I don't like you.
☀️:*smiling* I'm not particularly fond of you either.
☀️: *waking up to knocking at 6am to get the door.*
👸🏻: Where is my son?
☀️:*in literally just Henry's shirt* .... Henry, your mother's here.
👸🏻:I'm sure in your perfect world we'd all trade hemp for currency but in the real world things cost money.
I was wondering maybe you could give us a little of Percy being soft with fem!reader when she's on her period and him taking care of her🤭🤭
Cause my periods suck and I'd kill to have him by my side
(Maybe if you're comfortable with it he does something else to make her feel better ifykyk🤭)
LOVE YOU STAY SAFE💙
Percy + tit sucking blurb?? I think it's too long to be a blurb...
you groan admittedly rather dramatically as Percy opened the door to the bedroom letting the lights from the hallway file into your dark space. if you asked him he would say you practically hissed at him as he makes his way through to set down his bag and change into a more comfortable set of clothes. He just came from his morning classes on campus and he looked about as bad as you felt. you whimper softly as he sits on the edge of the bed making it creek which in turn makes your head ache worse. his hand rests on the small of your back and the heat from the touch is comforting enough that you scoot a little closer.
"everything hurts." you sniffle and he takes on an empathetic tone as he continues to rub your back
"I know." he coos softly pulling up into his arms despite your grunt of protest he leans his back against the headboard and pulls you in between his legs to lean back onto his chest. he rests one hand on your stomach pressing gently occasionally moving in the same clockwise motion that his mother always did when he had a stomach ache when he was little. you reach for his other hand holding it in between the both of yours it's warm to the touch and comforting so you bring it to rest on your cheek. he laughs as you lean lazily into it. "did you take anything for it?"
you nod I just as lazily as your previous action.
"still hurts?" you nod again. "where's it hurt?"
you try not to get annoyed with his line of questioning knowing he's just trying to help.
"my tummy hurts..." you mumble. "and my back and my head and my-" you pause groaning because it seems embarrassing to admit that while everything hurts one of your main pains is the aching in your chest.
"hm?" he asks his thumb sliding gently across your cheek. "my chest hurts." you mumble. he looks confused for a second
"like on the inside? I didn't know it could do that." you smack his shoulder lightly not that you could put much energy into it if you wanted to.
"no, kelp for brains. my... chest hurts." his lips form an 'o' shape before he speaks again
"your boobs." he observes bluntly.
"yes Perseus, my boobs." you snicker, he moves his hand from your cheek cupping your one of your tits in his hand it's warm just like before and it feels oddly nice as he massages the tissue in his hand. "s'better?"
you make a sound that you can't quite place, somewhere in between a groan of pain in a simultaneous moan of pleasure, as you nod your head. "s'better. thank you."
he moves his other hand to cup the other side rolling his fingers over your nipples through the thin material of your old tank top. he mutters a small dose of praise your way as he presses his lips against your neck verbally admiring your manners for saying thank you. he shuffles you a little to the side in his lap so he can crane his head down as he pulls the low elastic neckline of your tank top down to expose your chest to the cool air of the room it doesn't stay cold for long because he takes one into his mouth softly pulling at it and running his tongue along the hardening bud. he mutters comforting words of 'it's okay' and the likes against your skin as he continues. he focuses his attention on one side his hand still kneading softly at the other. he switches sides and you sigh with relief. you mutter another thank you under your breath and you can feel his dumb crooked smirk against your skin. he releases with you with a soft 'pop'
"you're very welcome, sweetheart."
"more?" you ask, your voice a soft needy mutter.
"anything to make you feel better babygirl." he kisses your shoulder softly before putting his mouth back to work.
HIIIIIII RECORD SHOP WITH DUSTIN HENDERSON?? ORRR DUSTIN SKIPPING HELLFIRE TO HANG OUT WITH READER???
RAAAAAH OK OK SO! I might do the record shop one later... but skipping hellfire to hang out with a quiet reader who is the president of the art club or something maybe? or a techie for theater?
The music playing through your old headphones is soothing as you work busying yourself with aiding in the set building of the school play after hours, it was meant to be a group activity however all the other 'participants' had miraculously found other after school activities for the afternoon. you didn't mind much, the silence (minus the sound of your music) was comforting and there was no need for awkward conversation. your peace while it was long lasting is cut shorter than you would like by a knock on the door.
you remove your headphones to look at the boy leaning against the doorway of the gym and smile.
"Hi."
"Hey," Dustin smiles. "what are you doing here so late?"
"you know just...workin'..." you offer a small shrug as he rolls up his sleeves and remove his hat setting it aside on the floor along with his backpack
"need some help?" he offers voice sounding more mature than usual dripping in a soothing amount of care.
"sure." you offered your eyes trailing up his arms. Dustin had always been a little on the chubby side growing up but now as you'd reached high School he started to fill out in a way that wasn't all soft although it was hard to tell in his many layers of thick baggy clothing. noticing that you'd been staring maybe a little too long admiring how he changed you revert your eyes just as he picks up a paintbrush and settles down beside you a respectable distance away. the two of you sit in silence for a while. it wasn't that you were unfamiliar it was more so that you yourself you yourself weren't a particularly big talker and although Dustin loved to talk he didn't feel the need to feel the silence with you like he did his other friends and acquaintances and it didn't help that pretty people made him nervous and to him you were as pretty as they came. after a while you decide to petty him and throw him a small bone.
"so what about you?" you ask looking up at him raising a single eyebrow.
"hm?" he hums looking a bit bewildered at the fact that you'd asked him anything.
"why are you here so late?" you reiterate.
"just... leaving a hellfire meeting." he hesitates.
"how was it?"
"good." Dustin nods slowly dragging his brush along the cardboard backgrounds. "yeah it was good."
"good? it's never just good you always have so much to talk about."
"to be honest" he smiles leaning closer lowering his voice as if it's a secret just for the two of you to hear and no one else in the world. " it wasn't that good I think Eddie is losing his touch."
"oh... well I'm sorry." you tuck a stray hair behind your ear smearing paint against your cheek which makes him smile. he reaches over and wipes it off with his palm.
"it's alright, really." he shrugs his cheek a soft pink as he realizes how close you're actually sitting now. you smile and tuck his hair too, this time leaving a trail of paint on purpose.
"did you just-..." he reaches up touching his fingertips to the wet blue paint and bringing it down to his view. he laughs and unlike usual it's not a giggly happy laugh it's one of utter disbelief. you can't help but giggle at his expression which knocks the shock right off his face. he reaches over with his paint covered fingertips and smears two lines diagonally across your whole face. your laughter stops and it's your turn to be shocked.
"you didn't."
"I did." he laughed with a certain level of finality in his voice. you shove him and it's intended to be playful but ever for the flare of dramatics he grabs your hands as they touch his chest and pull you down with him. you settle on top of him the both of you laughing until you realize how close you are and it becomes a little awkward.
"hi." he whispers reaching his hand up to rest on your cheek it still smears a little more paint on your face but you don't seem to mind as you prop yourself up against his shoulder and smile down at him.
"hi." you whisper back leaning closer. you start to think maybe this is it maybe this is the moment you've been waiting for for weeks.
"may I kiss you now?" he mumbles politely, and he patiently waits for your response. there isn't a verbal one you smile and then press your lips against his. The kiss both feels like it lasted for forever and ended too soon but eventually you have to come up for air.
"you can kiss me anytime you'd like." you whisper breathlessly fixing his hair for real this time.
Neither of you noticed as the door to the gym opens and a bewildered boy in a hellfire t-shirt takes in the scene, turns on his heels, and walks back down the hall to tell the rest of the club that he doesn't think that Dustin is coming.
pairing ! Percy Jackson x fem!reader
content warning ! silly smut, fluff, very short!!
"Why'd you go all quiet, huh?"
Percy — all sweaty and huffy from the sweltering heat that was currently surrounding the both of you — stopped his movements for a moment, to take a much-needed breather, and to check in with you!
Your wide eyes staring up at him did little to not immediately start grinding into your fluttering walls again…, but Percy tried to think with his head for the moment, and not the one that was desperately twitching inside of you.
"Can’t when he’s watching us…" you answered softly, almost silent enough to have him miss what you just said.
"Uh— what?" He’s not sure who you mean, his own eyes going wide as he thinks someone is watching the both of you in such an intimate moment. Although he doubts there are many creeps around camp— but you can never be sure, yea?
The son of Poseidon quickly looks out the window then, or tries to, anyway, because the curtains are drawn. Like always when he decides to devour you under the sheets.
"Pretty girl, I really don’t know what you mean, please."
You were killing him here, speaking seemingly nonsense when he all but desperately clung to the last little bit of sanity, before he would have to either pick up the pace again or slip out of you…
And Percy certainly didn’t want the latter!
He watches as you become all blushing under his gaze and sheepishly point to the side of his bed. And there, staring into your soul — soaking everything up that was happening, or at least that’s what it felt like for you — was this huge plush shark. The one you'd brought him from Ikea that one time…
A slight snort passes through his lips as he follows your pointed finger, and he has to lean down for a moment to press his forehead against yours. You meant the shark! Of course, you meant the shark…
"But pretty girl," he slowly grins against your skin again, making your breath stutter in the best way possible. "I like when he sees m' taking care of his mommy, hm?"
"Perce!" — "okay, okay. fine..."
Defeated, and with much effort — because he really, really doesn't want to slip out of you now — Percy stretches his arm over your head and half-heartedly turns the poor plush shark around, so that he's no longer 'watching'.
"Better, hm?" a kiss is gently placed to your forehead and your eyes flutter close at his softness, before his gentle caresses turn deliciously rough again, and you're left gasping and clawing...
"Yea, there we go..., lemme hear you, pretty girl..."
every time I get on here recently I feel like one of those Wattpad / AO3 writers that are either cursed or lying because bad stuff always happens in between their uploads 😭
"sorry guys that I haven't updated in so long my boss REFUSED to accept my two weeks notice??"
"sorry gang my grandma is in the nursing home!"
"apologies will update soon! I've been having chronic knee pain so bad it locks into place and I literally drop to the ground but the doctors can't figure out what's wrong"
