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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 01

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 977

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Your legs felt heavy with each step.

Who could've thought?

Who would've dreamed?

Surely not you.

When your friends dared you to apply for the job as the personal assistant of Mr. Wang himself from Team Wang Design, who would've thought you'd actually be selected? You, just a plain young woman, fresh out from college.

You remembered vividly sitting there in the waiting room, surrounded by some of the prettiest girls you had ever seen in your life. You had been nervous before going there, but when you had sat there, surrounded by a bunch of women all probably much more capable than you were, you had somehow calmed down. Why would you be nervous anyway? It's not like you would get the job, as you had just replied to it as a dare. No, they definitely wouldn't pick you.

Except...

They did.

You had dropped your phone when they gave you the call, shattering the screen. But you didn't care. At first, you thought it was one of your friends pranking you. But after being assured several times and receiving the e-mail with the briefing, there was no way out. You HAD to believe it.

Team Wang Design had hired you as the personal assistant to Mr. Wang.

Of course, your friends had teased you about it. Threatening to show the company your old posters of their directed that you used to hang up in your dorm room above your bed. Because like most adolescent girls you had been head over heels with Jackson Wang. How could you not? An idol with the looks, the voice, the moves, and the talent. There wasn't a girl in your college who did not admire him. Though you had to admit that none of them had fangirled over him as hard as you used to.

Of course, those days were behind you. You had grown, and your obsessive fawning over the man had made way for real-life troubles and concerns that were more important.

However, being hired now, as his PERSONAL assistant. Yeah, your head was absolutely spinning.

There was no way you wouldn't screw it up. Wouldn't make a stupid mistake that would make you lose your job instantly.

But you didn't care.

Even if you would only get about an hour of working for the man you were once dreaming of every night, you would be able to die happily.

Your hand reached for the door and you noticed your fist was shaking. You took one last breath, ready to meet your downfall, and knocked.

A husky voice, one you only knew too well answered for you to come in. You opened the door and got into the room.

Sitting behind his desk, his eyes scanning one of the many designs that were laying there, was the man you once called the love of your life.

He looked up at you and your mind went blank.

His eyes were like dark pools of black night sky. His high defined cheekbones complimented his sharp jawline. His thick black eyebrows were slightly creased as he looked at you, his defined and soft looking lips slightly parted and relaxed. Then your eyes met.

Once again, you were under his spell.

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Jackson's POV

A soft knock sounded on the door.

'Come in,' I replied mindlesly. Someone came in but I paid them no mind. The drawings of the new designs were scattered on my desk. They were good but not great. Nor was the line coherent. After countless editing rounds, this was they came up with?

I sighed. This would only give me a headache.

Simply to have something else to do than staring at the disappointing designs I looked up. There was a girl standing in front of me. For a moment I wanted to ask her how she had gotten in here, as I had no idea who she was, but then I really saw her. She was wearing a suit from one of our older lines. It looked quite new for it's age. She had probably not worn it very often. Her heels were clearly new, offbrand but still expensive looking. But her hands gave her away. Her nails were slightly busted and too short. Clearly she was a biter. There were small scars and scratches here and there too and no rings nor bracelets. Her hair looked soft and had been done up with a hairclip in a simple way, and her face...

A weird feeling came over me.

I had seen so many models in my career is a designer, one even prettier than the next. Flawless skins, perfect teeth.

But this girl.

She was certainly far from perfect, face and body. But somehow, she was captivating. An unequalled beauty in her own league. And her eyes...

Her eyes seemed to be sparkling. Never had I seen such a vibrant look in anyones eyes. A fire, full of stars and joy. Desire and fierceness, and so alive...

I wanted to protect her. Needed to protect her. Needed her close to me. Needed her to touch me...

'Good morning,' I said the words without realising it.

'Good morning Mr. Wang,' the girl said. Even her voice sounded somehow magical. It was calm, but I could see her fingers twitching. Clearly she was nervous.

'My name is Y/N and I will be your new personal assistant,' she continued.

My jaws clenched together automatically.

My new personal assistant...

I could see the innocence in her eyes. The uncertainty of my acceptance of her.

Fuck.

I was going to have a hard time holding back.

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diordeer · 3 months

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౨ৎ I THINK A LOT ABOUT YOU

“you walked into my life, smiling on a cold and windy day, if i hadn’t been so careful, you would’ve stole my heart away” - margo guryan (smau)

contains: charlie bushnell x fem!reader. no specific face claim but she has dark brown hair and plays silena in percy jackson

description: i lied i’m not posting this from my computer, i think i’ll do lots of small parts… also i’m obsessed with margo guryan rn

also! this is for season 1, ik silena isnt in it but lets pretend

liked by iamcharliebushnell, walker.scobell and others

dior.n.goodjohn night out with boos 😘

tagged yn.ln, leahsavajeffries

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user1 name a more iconic trio i dare

yn.ln i love u so much lets get married

↳ dior.n.goodjohn give me a date and time im there

user2 yns home ground seems to be the streets in the dark with pizza

↳ yn.ln its where im drawn to 💫

↳ user2 OMG HI Y/N

leahsavajeffries we need to meet up again! Like rn!

↳ yn.ln yes yes yes yes

↳ dior.n.goodjohn yes!

user3 how are we feeling that episode 8 comes out this week…

↳ user4 dont even remind me i dont know what i will do these next months without a season 2

yn.ln can u just not like, betray ur only family babe?

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iamcharliebushnell i cant believe i get a feature post 😍

↳ yn.ln this is NOT for a good reason

user1 did i read the books? Yes. Was i still in tears and shocked? yes.

↳ user2 IT WAS HEARTBREAKING

dior.n.goodjohn and to blame ME

↳ yn.ln that was the true betrayal right there

user3 i cant believe this was the final episode… oh to wait for season 2

user4 i can fix him

↳ user5 fix him? Im joining him

↳ yn.ln thats the correct answer

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yn.ln mystery man 👀

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user1 omgomgomg

↳ user5 OMG

user2 i hope every cute couple rots on feb 14th

dior.n.goodjohn WHAT HAPPENED TO ME

↳ yn.ln he’s just a fling… dw im always urs 😘

i.am.andrewalvarez VERY mysterious

↳ walker.scobell i have a feeling i missed something

user3 i would recognise those luscious locks ANYWHERE

leahsavajeffries Y/N!

↳ yn.ln LEAH!

user4 everybody knows…

↳ yn.ln is that a girl interrupted reference i see 🧐

#luke castellan x reader #charlie bushnell x reader #social media au #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #leah sava jeffries #dior goodjohn #fan fiction #charlie bushnell #luke castellan #aesthetic #smau #silena beauregard

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mahoganyrust · 1 month

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Woke up with the urge to manically draw a later scene from Forever is My Tomorrow on ao3.

*whispers* psst. Cmon. Come read it. U know u wanna.

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gay-dorito-dust · 3 months

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heyy idk if u still write for percy jackson or not ,, but if u do could u pls write a percy jackson x reader fluff?

Does this count as fluff? 🦦

‘Do you ever take anything seriously for more than five minutes?’ You hissed at Percy who was crouched down next to you, looking over your shoulder for an escape route before looking at you with a smile.

‘Four minutes is my maximum but there’s always room for improvement.’ Percy replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders as you groaned in response, wondering why you even bothered asking in the first place when the answer was quite clear; You even started questioning whether or not it was the smartest decision you’ve ever made in asking him to pair up with you for this because it seemed that Percy would often make his sarcastic, witty comments whenever the opportunity arrived for a more serious hand.

‘I’m severely doubting that.’ You muttered and that was enough for Percy to switch up his approach and grabbed your hand, gently but firm. ‘Hey,’ you looked back at him hopelessly, causing him to strengthen his hold on your hand, ‘I promised that I’d get us out of here and-‘

‘We’re cornered Percy.’ You cut in, already having accepted your losses and wanted it to be all over with. ‘We’ll never win against them, it’s hopeless and besides why didn’t you save yourself when you had the chance?’ You laughed humourlessly. ‘You could’ve thrown me to them and still win the whole thing, after all I’m not as smart as Annabeth or as strong as you or Thalia. So tell me what good could come from getting yourself cornered here with me?’

Percy clenched his jaw at that and said without hesitation. ‘At least I get to be with you at the end of everything.’ Your eyes widened. ‘I wasn’t going to leave you, alright? I couldn’t leave you back there even if I tried because you know as much as I that isn’t who I am.’ Percy then leaned his forehead against yours as he spoke again but this time it was barely above a whisper as though he didn’t want anyone else to hear this but you. ‘I’m never leaving your side, not now, not ever. even if it kills me, I’ll still be there by your side; Victory and Valour be damned.’

You were left speechless and taken aback by how impassioned his speech was that you felt as though you could take on anything and everything, so much that you found yourself reinvigorated with the need to see this through and make it out the other side the winners. Percy, happy to see the spark back in your eyes smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing his head against it once more with a fire in his eyes.

‘Now, what do you say we show ‘em what we’re made of?’ He asks and you mirror the smirk he had on his lips.

‘Let’s go and kick some Ares and Aphrodite kids’ ass.’ You replied.

On a count of three, you and Percy leaped out from your cover and ran towards Silena and Clarisse with your weapons raised, the pair were more then ready and waiting to draw you both out of hiding, also leapt into action.

Tag rugby in Camp Half Blood was a vicious game and tended to bring the worst out of everyone but at least you could say you’ve won one game with Percy by your side.

#pjo x reader #pjo imagines #pjo imagine #pjo fanfic #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #Percy Jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagines #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson fan fiction

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celesterayel · 4 months

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ikk lukes the villain and whatever but atp its the casting directors fault, rick knew what was going to happen. you mean to tell me, your gonna dangle a cute hot mf with dimples and curly dark hair in front of me and just expect me not to cave? im weak!!!!! i literally simped over this cutie during his diary of a future president period bc teenage me knew what was up, i regret nothing sorry Percy bby and Annie my love <33333

#luke castellan #pjo fandom #pjo series #percy jackson #i regret nothing #but also #i regret everything #im sorry #forgive me #that's why im writing fan fiction #percy jackson show #percy pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #charles bushnell #percabeth #luke castellan x reader

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somewhereincairparavel · 6 days

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lmao I just finished defending an artist who got dragged into negativity unnecessarily simply because he drew Jason as a volleyball captain instead of Percy in an AU.

The comment was basically whining that Jason shouldn't have been better at volleyball than Percy, and that Percy should've been drawn as captain. Can y'all obsessive Percy fans/Jason antis stop pushing your opinion onto other people for once and make them uncomfortable? Like womp womp, Jason can be better at stuff than Percy, stop projecting your hatred onto him, Percy doesn't need to be good at everything, well, Unless you want him to be an invincible, one dimensional, all mighty Gary Stu who is the only one who can shine. It's giving a cartoon hero with all the plot armour and powers. Y'all r ruining canon Percy's depth with this aswell by giving him no minor flaw. But That's on you.

They're fictional characters for fucks sake, leave artists alone, stop coming into their page and tell them what to do or how to imagine a character. That's like going into someone's house and telling them to change the interiors. Get a life.

The percy obsession coming at the expense of disrespecting others, artists, specifically for having contrary opinions is seriously going to be the downfall of this fandom, y'all are going to drive ppl away with this bashing, and it better fucking stop.

Either appreciate their art, which they spent hours for, or go cry elsewhere, stop killing their mood and vibe with baseless opposing opinions when all they want to do is share their work and headcanons. It doesn't contribute a thing.

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maddybthorne · 5 days

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I love the trope where someone who cares about the Main Character or is just now getting to know them learns about all the dumb/impossible stuff they do and just kinda breaks. Like they’re not able to comprehend how this dumbass is alive. And then the MC is just trying to brush it off because they don’t understand what’s wrong

MC: “I may have done *insert impossible/extemy dangerous thing* but it’s fine everything worked out and it wasn’t that hard really”

Character B: “YOU WHAT?!? HOW?!?” *distressed and confused noises*

#fandom #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #draco malfoy #drarry #percy jackson #this is so Posideon is all those reading the books fics #and also Sirius and Remus about Harry #and Arthur finding about Merlin and all he has done #bbc merlin #merlin #fan fiction #arthur pendragon #sirius black #remus lupin #I think I tagged too much #oh well

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astrxsee · 2 months

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FALSE GOD chap. 1

(chap 1) (chap 2) (chap 3)

percy jackson x child of demeter!oc

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 Rose St. Claire sets off on a quest to save the goddess in chains.

𝑶𝑹

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝒀 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑶𝑵 learns to see what is right in front of him.

written with heavy influence from rick riordan's book; the titan's curse! all credits go to him!

!CONTENT WARNING! gore, romance, swearing, blood, heavy themes

a/n: hiiiii! posting my first ever fic on tumblr eeeee! this will be a long series that I’ve posted on wattpad as well. i just wanted to post it on here to see how it would do! buckle up and have funnn

I was at true rock bottom. My favorite machine was out of order, I had lost my lotus card in my luxury suite, and karaoke wasn't until Wednesday. I groan as I rub my hand over my face, the slot machine in front of me blinking red. That usually meant it was broken. Worst of all, my friend, Bianca, was no where to be found. I hadn't seen her since breakfast.

Glancing around at the vast expanse of games in front of me, I frown as I set my sights on a different machine I could try . Dull purple LEDs and blacklights lit my way as I watched other casino goers as they stumbled from game to game. I hear shouts of excitement rise from the craps table to my right and sighs of disappointment from the poker game to my left. Children snake around my ankles, screaming and laughing as they chase each other. I tilt my head as I arrived at a new game I had never seen before; Connect Four. A giant yellow board with checkers was spread out in front of me, along with a flashing green button telling me it was my turn.

"Rose," I heard from behind me. I whip around to face the voice, smiling. "There you are!"

"Bianca! I haven't seen you in so long." I exclaimed. My friend smiled at me as she reached out her arms, silently asking for a hug. I supress a laugh as she pulls me in, acting as if we hadn't seen each other for a month.

"I have been looking for you for like an hour." She draws out, huffing slightly, pulling away from the hug. She all but groans as she rolls her eyes, exaggeration coursing through her movements. I spot her little brother, standing close to her right side, as he shoots me a small wave. I smile at him as he retreats back into Bianca's shadow.

"I'm sorry, Bi," I begin as I look back at my friend with a smile on my face, "I really was trying to find you, then I got a little sidetracked." Sheepishly laughing as I pointed to the machine off to my right. She waves her hand, telling me that it wasn't a big deal.

"No worries." She responded, absentmindedly. I could see her rocking back and forth on her feet, her tell tale sign of nervousness. She looked as if she wanted to say more.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask her, my eyebrows furrowed in concern. My eyes run over her face, trying to make out anything going on.

"Nothing, I guess I'm just nervous." I knew it. I could feel a small pit grow in my stomach, hating to see my friend worried. She shook her head, glancing around the lively setting.

"I spoke on the phone with our lawyer today." My eyebrows knit further in confusion. 'Why would she be nervous about that?' I thought to myself as a frown makes its way onto my face.

"I just-" She starts, trailing off, trying to find the right words to say. "It was different today than usual, the phone call. She said she was going to come pick us up and take us to school."

My eyes grow wide at her statement. Usually her lawyer calls to check in on the brother and sister's well-being, to see if they're alive. It's always a quick call, with no weight to it. This time, I could tell it was different. Take them to school? What school?

"Wait, what?" I hesitated. "I thought your Dad had sent you here to stay?" Worry evident in my voice. I didn't like change, and this felt like a big change.

"I have no idea. All I know is our lawyer will be here in an hour. She also said that you were to be coming with us." She says, a small smile creeping onto her face. I tilt my head, shooting her a look of disbelief.

"That's not funny, Bianca. Do not get my hopes up." I giggled. She shook her head trying to suppress her own laughter.

"I'm serious, Rosie!" She exclaimed, her hands coming up in a comical 'i'm innocent' motion. "She said she's be here in an hour to take you, Nico, and I to our new school in Maine." At her words, I saw Nico's face fall. His expression a now obvious look of disappointment at the thought of leaving.

"Wait!" I state loudly, drawing out the end of the word. "Why am I coming with you? I mean, I've only met your lawyer like once." Bianca shrugs, her eyes widened in a 'I have no idea either' look.

"Are you sure we have to leave?" I ask as I shake my head. I had been staying here for over a month now and I didn't want to go. I frown as I see her head nod in agreement. "I mean, do we have to go with her? We could just stay here instead of going to school. I like that idea." She nods fervently, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"Me too!" Nico responded, fiddling with a small silver army guy. I smile at him as he moves to stand next to Bianca now. She huffs as she spares a look over to her brother.

"Look, maybe we can convince her to let us stay here, but we should at least go pack." Bianca muttered, looking as if she said it against her will. I groan at the thought of leaving and having to pack. All I wanted was to hang out with Bianca and play games, not leave the hotel I had called home for almost two months.

"Fine." I say reluctantly, sparing a longing glance to the arcade game in front of me. She sends me a begrudging look as she motions for me to follow her.

I had spent the last two months here, my days filled with games, parties, and music. It couldn't get any better. I'd been here since my father dropped me off here on one of his business trips, and I can't seem to remember the reason. I had met Nico on one of my first days here and he quickly introduced me to Bianca. We've been attached by the hip ever since.

We made small talk about the lawyer visiting and what our new school was going to be like. "I bet it's going to be huge!" Nico exclaims. "Like the school on Mount Olympus in Myth-O-Magic!" I crack a smile at his antics.

"I bet it's going to be shit." I mutter under my breath, causing Bianca to suppress a laugh behind her hand. She gives me a look and nods in agreement, trying to hide her actions from her brother. We round the corner on one of the extensive halls in the hotel, the bright lights hurting my eyes. After a couple more minutes we arrive at Bianca and Nico's door. I frown as I meet her gaze.

"Are you sure we have to go, Bianca?" I whispered, looking down at my feet. She nods and puts a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sure, Rosie. This will be a good change, I have a good feeling." She says giving me a reassuring smile. I don't know what I would do without her, even though I was two years older than her it seemed as if she had been around for longer, an older soul.

"Meet us at the front door in thirty minutes." Bianca insisted, stepping into the door frame of her and Nico's suite. I see Nico sheepishly smile at me before pulling the door closed.

I smile as I turn on my heel, humming a familiar song. Maybe this will be a good change. I guess it would be kind of nice to get some fresh air, but yet again, I think I like the air of my suite just fine. Bianca was right, it'll be a good change, at least that's what I tell myself.

I make my way up a couple floors and stop in front of my door, swiping my lotus card on the handle. None of the hotels from back home had that. I swing the door open, music instantly meeting my ears. Fleetwood Mac's Landslide makes its way into my ears. I sigh as I look forlornly to the bag laying haphazardly in the corner. The room is lit up with the various lamps stowed away in the corners of the room, as my blankets sit peacefully on my soft bed. I quickly walk over to my bag, quickly pulling out the clothes from my drawers.

I could feel a funny feeling rising up in my stomach. It twists as I think about finally stepping out of this place and that I will have to go back to the real world. My stomach surges as I think about having to go back to school. I know I won't be able to fit in. I was never able to fit in before, I could never escape the 'weirdo' narrative my peers set onto me. They would make fun of me as flowers seemed to follow me wherever I went. If I was excited, daisies would pop out of the ground. If I was sad, plants in a close radius would begin to wilt. No one knew why, and neither did I. I just wanted to be normal.

I sigh as I stuff the last thing into the tattered bag I had brought with me into the casino. I quickly throw on my bomber jacket, adorned with american flag patches and pins from various rock bands. It was my most special possession, but I couldn't seem to remember why.

Glancing around the room, I grab my bag as I head for the door, turning around one last time. I step out of my room, closing the door behind me. I trudge forward, ready to face whatever was in front of me.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #annabeth chase #titans curse #camp half blood #daughter of aphrodite #lotus casino #canondivergent #annabeth is our friend no annabeth slander her #fan fiction #percy jackson fanfiction #book!percy #not mature but may become in later chapters

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karmaswitch · 2 months

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Listening to “The Moon will sing” by The Crane Wives and imagine…

A fic where an older camper ( daughter of whoever) who like Luke is the oldest camper. So obviously Luke and reader/ character take up the role of mom and dad to the point that some camper’s actually refer to them as mom and dad. So imagine the hurt and betrayal she feels when Luke leaves. Dumping all the responsibility on her and her becoming a “single mother”.

Her still wearing the simple engagement ring Luke got her before the winter solstice (they’re both 19).

All the events happen up to the last Olympian.

Where she fights with the campers against Luke/kronos. Her watching the children she’s raised die.

Her holding the body of a dying demigod. A demigod on Luke’s side profusely apologizing to her begging her to forgive them.

“I loved you like a son,” she stroked his hair out of his face, “ of course I can forgive you”

Luke realizing he has caused the death of his and hers “children” .

Ugh the angst as she holds him. As he too begs her to forgive him and of course she does. Him grabbing her hand and kissing the engagement ring.

His last words being, “ I swear to you I will find you in another life time and marry you like I was supposed to in this one”

Ugh idk I’m a sucker for motherly characters.

Idk just a random thought I had while I was waiting for the train.

#fan fiction #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #camp half blood #the last olympian

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 13

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1350

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

The vibrating did not stop when he left, although you had hoped it would.

Ten minutes later you entered the conference room. Jackson was already there. His eyes instantly shot to yours and one of the corners of his mouth pulled upwards.

You sat down at the table next to him, not daring to look at him.

As soon as the meeting started something happened again. The toy inside of you upped its vibration level again, but this time it started vibrating in an off-beat rhythm.

Shocked you looked up at Jackson, but he didn't move a muscle.

Cursing him in your mind you quickly tried to look away, trying hard not to focus on the stimulation inside of you.

Although the meeting was hell and you missed half of what was said, you thought you were doing pretty well. When the meeting ended, the vibration lowered again, but the off-beat rhythm continued.

You endured the following hours, not getting too much work done and not leaving your desk as much as you possibly could.

But the second meeting was worse. Once again, you sat down next to Jackson, and once again, when the meeting started, the toy started vibrating, but this time much harder than before. Silently you clenched your jaws together and endured, trying not to fidget and keeping your face as neutral as you possibly could.

It was just bearable and when the meeting ended and everyone got up and left, you dared to let out a sigh. Jackson lingered slightly and you could feel the vibrations lessen again. It wasn't as low as before, but at least it was a little less.

Pretending like he was organizing his files on the desk, Jackson bent over to you.

'Doing so well for me so far,' he whispered in your ear before he left.

You could feel your wet panties sticking to your core, and prayed that you wouldn't leak through to the fabric of your clothes.

The rest of the day you simply pretended to work. Whenever you needed to look busy, you simply typed random words into a document on your computer. The stimulation was driving you to the edge of sanity and you weren't sure how much longer you could endure.

At last, the final meeting of the day was called. There wouldn't be as many people, and some employees were already packing their stuff to go home for the weekend.

Feeling tired, and knees that felt weak, you made your way to the smallest meeting room in the office.

Once more you took your place next to Jackson while the others sat down too and took out their stuff.

'Y/n,' Jackson suddenly spoke. You looked up at him in surprise. 'can you take the minutes for me?' he asked calmly.

Afraid of what would happen if you'd say no, you nodded and took out your laptop, opening a new document.

Jackson started speaking and you started typing.

Then all hell broke loose.

The vibrator seemed to go completely berserk. It started vibrating so hard and wildly in an on-and-off pattern that you almost couldn't believe it wasn't audible. What made it even worse what that its attack on your already tense walls seemed to be precisely in your soft spot…

Your hands started shaking and you stopped typing for a moment. You had to tense up every muscle in your body not to cry out in ecstasy.

The lacking sound of your typing made Jackson look up at you.

There was no trace of remorse in his eyes, no knowing look. He simply raised his eyebrows at you as if he had no idea what was going on inside of you.

Fuming, you put your shaking hands back on your keyboard and started to smash in random buttons without a thought.

This seemed to be good enough for Jackson, as he turned his face away from you again and continued speaking.

You had no idea what they were talking about, as you kept mashing buttons and clenched your jaw together so you wouldn't slip out a moan.

After what seemed an eternity, the lights suddenly dimmed slightly and the TV at the other end of the meeting room started playing. All heads turned that way.

You knew you could stop typing for the moment and the darkness gave you the opportunity to relax your face for a second.

A large hand squeezed your thigh and you turned your head. Jackson had slipped his hand under the table, the arm that he had dropped was invisible to outsiders, with the laptop in front of him blocking their view.

His hand slid upwards slightly and dipped into your pants. You quickly looked away from him and put your tongue between your teeth so as not to yelp. Through the lace fabric of your panties, he found your hard clit. With the toy inside you still on berserk setting, he started to rub slow circles over your clit.

You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to run away from here.

The video stopped but Jackson didn't.

The lights turned on again and the conversation resumed. Meanwhile, Jackson increased the pressure on your clit while maintaining the slow circling pace.

Your hands now truly shaking, you started mashing the keyboard again, trying to breathe through your nose as best as you could.

Now and then Jackson spoke, with his voice calm and collected, as if he wasn't on the verge of making you cum.

You could feel the knot building in your stomach. Sweat was starting to form on the back of your neck and your legs were tensing up for dear life.

You wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Just when you started to think you might come undone at any second now, you heard the sounds of scraping chairs. People were leaving.

You quickly stopped pretending to type.

Jackson leaned over to you, pretending he was checking your computer screen and still not stopping his finger from circling your tormented clit.

When the last person closed the door behind them and the voices and footsteps faded away, you gasped.

'I'm impressed,' Jackson said lowly. 'I didn't think you were able to hold out for so long,'

'J-Jack-Jackson,' you whimpered tears of anger and exasperation forming in your eyes.

'Relax baby, you can cum for me now. Everyone is gone. Cum,' he commanded.

It hadn't been necessary for him to tell you as you couldn't hold back any longer. You gasped and started to shake. Jackson quickly put his free hand over your mouth, covering the sounds of your moans and cries as he finally made you come undone.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, partially because the vibrator didn't stop and Jackson kept rubbing you slowly. You started to feel overstimulated and your whole body started spasming. You tried to get away from his hand, but he used his arm to keep you down.

'Just a little more,' he teased. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You whimpered, whined, and squirmed but Jackson didn't seem satisfied just yet and continued his attack on your clit.

Then after half a minute of you trying to stifle your moans, out of nowhere a second orgasm overtook your body, even far more intense than the first one. Your muscles cramped up so bad it almost hurt, your eyes rolling back into your head with the blissful feeling.

'Good girl, good girl,' Jackson cooed while he made you ride out your second high. 'Very good, I knew you could do it. I knew you could cum for me again. So good. So obedient,'

When you started to return to earth again he finally let go of you, withdrawing his hand from your pants. The vibrator inside of you finally turned off.

You slumped into your chair, your body feeling like it had just run the marathon.

Jackson had gotten up from his chair and stroked your head while kissing your cheek.

'I'm so proud of you baby,' he whispered. You couldn't speak. Your mind was far too fucked out still to think.

'I think you deserve your reward now,' he said with a low voice.

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The Blue Umbrella

Her POV [Pt.1]

I have an unhealthy obsession with writing stuff revolving around blue stuff. Go check out my previous fic, ‘Blue Hoodie’ if you can guys! It would mean a lot if you like my fanfictions<3

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Warnings\ Not proofread, fem!reader, kinda slow paced sorry but I hope you like this!

“I really should’ve checked the forecast” I mumbled, stranded at the study café, looking at the formerly sunny sky now a dark shade of grey. One moment the Sun was shining brightly, the next moment the clouds started pouring heavily. All I could do was wait for the rain to stop so that I could go home. It wasn’t that I hated rain, it’s my favorite weather. I feel so carefree, all my worries about well… everything are washed away by the rain. Afterwards, the cool breeze and the scent of soil in the air, it’s the most calm and serene feeling I can feel in my life, constantly shadowed by my problems… But, today wasn’t the right day, my sister was finally coming back from her foreign studies and I can’t wait to meet my only friend. My sister was probably the only person I’m close to and can share everything with. My parents often fought, so growing up, my sister was the one responsible for me and always there for me.

I was sitting on one of the tables outside the café, thankfully covered, watching people pass by. Couples were having a stroll together, laughing and sharing an umbrella, I saw a family of four having the time of their life just chatting and enjoying each other’s company. I wish I had someone to share my time with. I wish my family was that happy. Now that my sister was back for a few weeks I would make sure I spent all my time with her. Only problem, I had no way of getting home. Sure, I could run as fast as I could but I would still reach home drenched and catch a cold.

I spotted a group of five friends not far from here. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help staring at them. There was this one guy in particular who really caught my eye. He looked like he was being left out and not being paid any attention too. He was cute, dark messy hair, and beautiful eyes. It was as if someone stole all the stars from the sky and put them in his eyes. He had a sad smile on his face as he looked down at water droplets falling onto a lone pink tulip at the side of the pavement. I couldn’t help but feel sad, not for him, for me. Well, for him too. I mean, it sucks being ignored by your own friend group or just being left lonely. I mean being alone isn’t that bad, but it isn’t always good either. I felt a tear roll down my cheek… no idea why, kind of did. I knew how that felt.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder; I didn’t realize I had zoned out. I quickly wiped away the few tears that tainted my cheeks. I turned around and… WHAT?! No, like, wasn’t he over there a second ago? The guy from the other side of the road, was here. Right. In front. Of. Me. “Take it.” ,were the only two words he said to me, handing me the umbrella before sprinting away, his bag held on top of his head.

I was left staring at the blue umbrella. He didn’t even know me? Why would he help me? Was he secretly my guardian angel? Did he know I was desperate to go home, or was that feeling masking my face right now, clearly evident to the whole world. Not that anyone would pay attention to me. But then, why did he? The next time I met him again, if I did, I would ask him if it hurt falling from heaven. Okay my thoughts are getting really cheesy for a random stranger with a blue umbrella. Thank you… whoever you are.

I shook my thoughts away and shrugged. I got an umbrella, isn’t that what I wanted? I made my way back home, walking through the silent streets.

“Mom, Dad, I’m home!” I announced as I took of my shoes and put them on the shoe rack to dry off. “Y/n! Where were you?” I heard a familiar voice call out as I heard footsteps rush towards me. I almost started crying at the sight of her. My sister was back! She rushed to hug me and engulfed me in bear hug. “Aww you’ve grown up y/n!” “I missed you so much! Sorry I’m late, I was stranded at the study café. Where are mom and dad?” I asked. I shouldn’t have. Melisa flashed me an awkward smile “Uhm in the kitchen but we can just go chill in my room. I set up a movie night for us!” “Are they… arguing again?” “Don’t worry about it y/n… you know how they are…” I frowned but I was used to it. Most of the time when I reached home I would only be welcomed by silence or the occasional noises from the kitchen or living room where my parents were arguing over just about whatever topic they can. I’m probably invisible and only appear when they need something to argue on or someone to scold if the other one is not at home. I missed Melisa so much, it’s a pity she’s 5 years older than me so she left home for foreign studies and well… found a job there and she’s probably going to settle there.

As we made our way over to the stairs I heard shouting from the kitchen. I heard my name.

“IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU MELISA WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO RAISE Y/N!”

“ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY I WASN’T A GOOD MOTHER? HOW WERE YOU ANY BETTER?”

“I EARN THE MONEY WE PAY FOR HER SCHOOL. I EARN THE MONEY THIS HOUSE WORKS ON. WHAT DO YOU DO EXCEPT WORKING AS A WAITRESS AT THAT OLD RESTAURANT?”

“STOP QUESTIONING MY WORTH! I DO WHAT I CAN! YOUR LIFE WOULD BE CHAOS WITHOUT ME! YOU CAN’T EVEN COOK ONE MEAL IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT”

“I WISH I COULD LEAVE YOU BUT I NEED TO STAY FOR Y/N”

“LEAVE IF YOU WANT! YOU DON’T EVEN CARE FOR OUR DAUGHTER!”

“NOT LIKE YOU DO!!”

I looked at my sister with tears starting to form in my eyes. “M-Mel.. they’re going to separate? Where will I go…? Why is our family broken?”

“shh it’s okay y/n I’m here for you. I know this is tough, especially hearing them argue over you and say all that mean stuff. But you’ve stayed strong for so long… you’ll go to college soon and you’ll be able to have a better life, yeah? If I could I would take you with me but you know our parents would probably get really mad over that and stay that we’re being ungrateful and stuff like that.” She looked down. “I’m sorry y/n” I hugged her “Don’t be. None of this is our fault. W-what movie are we going to watch?” I asked, trying to switch to another topic and a better atmosphere. She wouldn’t stay for long, I had to make most of the time we had. “Your favorite~” “OMG ARE WE WATCHING (your favorite movie/show) AAA THANKYOU!” “Look at you being all excited. Why are you still holding onto that umbrella? Wait, where did you get that?” oh. Oh. OHH. “Oh uhm… so… as you know, it’s raining heavily! I was at the study café and it started raining cats and dogs. And it’s not like I could run all the way home without getting drenched and catching a cold so I just sat there doing people-watching and stuff and I saw a group of friends just chilling you know? And there was this boy, with sparkling, chocolate brown eyes and fluffy, dark hair. Is that the right adjective? He was kind of secluded and had a faint, sorrowful, smile on his face but it was pretty oh and-“

“Okay sis I get it. You’re in love with a stranger. Did you talk to him? What’s his name? Did he lend you this? Spill the tea!”

“No I’m not! I just found him cute and attractive and kind of noticeable because I could relate to that feeling. And no, I did not talk to him so I don’t know his name. And yes, he has lend this umbrella to me. He just appeared in front of me out of no where and told me to take the umbrella, handing it to me. Then, he ran away. What was that about?” I rolled my eyes. “An introduction wouldn’t have hurt!”

“Okay y/n don’t admit your crush. I won’t force you”

“I said it’s not a crush!”

“Oh but it is! My sister is in love~” Saying that she ran into her room and I chased after her. We both collapsed onto her bed in a fit of laughter. I missed her so much. How many times am I going to say that?

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A/n>>> Okay so I know Leo didn’t really make an appearance in this but as I mentioned, this will be kind of slow paced… mostly because I’m not getting ideas to fit in the middle of the few ideas I already have and my exams are going on. I had an exam today also (the day im posting this) and after this, two exams are left, and these subjects are as tough as maths so I’m probably not going to write any sequel parts this week.

Also, I was originally writing this for Percy, hence blue umbrella, but Leo has literally stolen my heart since the day I read the lost hero so there is no way I wouldn’t write a fic for him and this is the only idea I have right now

Im going to post a leo pov too by the way! And im writing a long luke castellan mafia ff thing I started a long time back so expect a lot of new posts in march! Or not. Most probably yes.

ALSO IM STARTING A TAG LIST IF ANYONE WANTS TO BE ADDED PLEASE TELL, THANKYOUU<3

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Wip of the bois. Based on chpt.6 of Forever is My Tomorrow

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gay-dorito-dust · 4 months

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Hi! I saw your Percy Jackson asks where open and I wanted to send in a request! How would Percy react to a fem reader who is the child of Morpheus the God of dreams? Like I imagine being a child to the God of dreams would make one fall asleep randomly when they are still new to their powers, so how would the scenario play out if perhaps one day reader falls asleep on him during a movie night? Would he stay as still as possible as to not wake her up or would he do something else like gently wake her up/move her? Hopefully I made this detatiled enough but in anyway thank you!!

You were just halfway from dozing off when Percy’s voice brought you from the cusp of a deep sleep to ask:

‘Does your dad look like-‘

‘For the last time Percy no, my dad doesn’t look like Tom Sturridge from The Sandman.’ You replied before he could even finish his question. It wasn’t the first time he asked this question after watching the Netflix show ironically about a man who bore the same name as your godly father, Morpheus, the god of dreams; Something that you now had a bone to pick with Neil Gaiman over.

‘Sooo he doesn’t blow golden sand at people’s faces to make them fall asleep?’ Percy continued to ask but at this point you knew that he was only doing this just to get a rise out of you and also to keep you from falling asleep again.

‘No-will you pack it in, in trying to get some rest from today.’ You said as you lightly smack his arm whilst readjusting your head onto his shoulder for more comfort, already feeling the lull of sleep beckoning you to fall further when Percy once again spoke up.

‘But you already do enough sleeping as it is!’ He cried but tried his hardest not to move too much in fear of agitating you, knowing firsthand how much you hated your sleep being disrupted. ‘And I can’t help that!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’ve been falling asleep at random ever since Morpheus claimed me as his own. It’s almost as though I’ve suddenly developed narcolepsy or something.’ You were still getting use to your powers that for some reason would backfire now and then, causing you to have bouts of almost narcoleptic episodes where you could just be talking to someone then boom; there you were, fast asleep in the strawberry fields or on the sandy dunes of the lake as though it were the most comfortable place known to man.

It worried to everyone to begin with but upon being claimed, it started to make a lot more sense that whenever you did spontaneously fall asleep, it was easier to be accommodated for; letting you sleep because you were mad cranky when woken prematurely. Connor and Travis learnt that the hard way when for an entire week their dreams consisted of being chased by a very angry humanoid goose, as if being chased by a regular goose wasn’t scary enough. Just one of the few perks of being the child of the god who could morph dreams and enter them however he saw fit.

The subject of your tendency to fall asleep at random was soon dropped entirely as you and Percy went back to watching the movie that was already well within it’s third and final act. Well Percy was, you on the other hand…were fast asleep on his shoulder, uncaring of the crook in the neck that you were surly developing from your uncomfortable position. Percy doesn’t notice until he goes to look at you to make a joke on a certain scene but stopped and the words died on his lips as he stared at you adoringly. ‘Why am I not surprised that you’ve fell asleep. Again.’ He says softly to himself as he watched how your grip on his arm would occasionally tighten as though your dream had taken a tonal shift, only to loosen up and relax not a moment after.

Not that I needed my arm or my shoulder anyways. Percy thought to himself as he tried his absolute hardest to stay still for your benefit but he might as well have asked Medusa to make him into stone instead because he was doing such a shit job at not moving at all. It was almost as if all his limbs had minds of their own as they’d move or his fingers would tap against his thigh impatiently as the movie ended and the credits began to appear on screen; With the remote too far for him to reach without waking you up and nothing else to occupy his restless mind, Percy felt as though he was in his own personal hell and heaven, or fields of punishment and Elysium.

For one, he got to admire you as you slept, completely at peace and safe within his presence as you would oftentimes shuffle further into him, making noises of discontent when you thought you felt him move away and tightening your grip; Something he found undeniably adorable as he watched the twitches in your face and tries to guess what kind of dream you were having based off them. Secondly he desperately wanted to move, his brain was telling him to move, but Percy would rather not risk having an angry human sized goose chasing him in his dreams for the next week because he accidentally woke you prematurely from your nap. He knows you wouldn’t do that but in cases like these, it he’d know it be better to be safe and sure then expect special treatment; which upon retrospect sounded a lot worse then getting chased by a human sized goose.

So Percy allows himself the fate of being your makeshift pillow, though not before pressing a kiss to your head, wishing you the sweetest of dreams before inevitably falling asleep himself as he rested his head atop of yours, crook in his neck be damned.

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celesterayel · 3 months

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the tragic heroes | percy jackson

pairing: percy Jackson ✩ ‧₊˚

IN WHICH — the tragic heroes and the tragedy that appeases the chaos.

The monster cackles in delight, its bulging eyes crinkling with glee and invoking disgust in all that have (and will) witness its countenance. Darkness hides all other pallors of rotting skin and luminously straining veins, slivers of shades of bruised blues and bloody reds clashing against the dark abyss of the room, that the monster has no use for as an entity of chaos.

Bells foil loudly in the distance, perturbing the distant silence of the castle with grating screeches only reaching the heights of noise as the pits of tartarus. It is a cacophony of choked laughter and perversive glee for the delicate steps that built the foundation for what is to come. And soon it shall!

The Fates have come knocking on the door of destiny and offered up to the beast the next great tragedy that shall put all the others to shame. A deal for judgement and devastation. The Fates have weaved through sorrows befitting the leagues of Icarus's falling and Achille's lost love, enthralling the vices of Aphrodite's cruel methods that end with aching lips and entranced poets--forever written into history. They have searched the sands of time and bid the eons of creation for this.

The monster lounges forward as if the visions in the water will disappear and greedily drinks forth the taste of cataclysmic devotion and the etchings of pain in the cosmos as the moonlight of the water provides the burning echoes from lips that shall taste the sweetest sin and ache for it in every other lifetime. What a lovely destruction this will be.

The monster pitches out, “It has begun, young little hero. Such pretty sorrows..."

The Fates have certainly outdone themselves. This story will be one for the ages to come and even after!

The walls haunch over and enclose the story in its grasp, keeping it their secret even if only just a bit longer. It reeks of desperation and devastation--the greatest ones always do.

Voices of the damned and lost screech out in laughter, the entity mocks in pity or sadness all the same: "Wretched Greek story doomed to repeat like it has every lifetime; the pour of ichor waning between reality and prophecies about to drip, drip, drip down the pages. Except in this one, it seems perhaps the gods made a mistake choosing you for him. He has no qualms choosing you over all else. I must say, I shall have fun watching the Earth burn and Olympus fall down--the chaos it shall bring...delightful! Blessing or curse we have yet to see! It seems I have a new tale to tell when the cursed half-bloods come crooning at my gates to weep. My, what marvelous tunes!”

The beast could taste the tears and heartache that slide right off this tale, so presently tasteful.

My, my what marvelous fortunes to come indeed.

The Savior of Olympus., Son of the Seas, Percy Jackson. The Survivor.

The Great One, Daughter of the Heavens, Callopeia Iris. The Tragedy.

"Finally a story for the gods below who ache for destruction and tragedy like it was made for them. They shall have a riot."

The Tragic Heroes.

✩ ‧₊˚ author note i was doing physics and calc hw and this came into my mind and now thinking of creating a full on fanfic on ao3 and wattpad based on the dialogue i wrote. i apologize for being so inactive and for the requests in my inbox. swear I have alot planned and written but classes are kicking me rn. i just needed to post this cuz i think it sounded really good :)

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