#nick jackson x y/n

[madhatterbri]

Speakeasy | N.J.

Summary: It's just smut. 18+.

Happy Dynamite Wednesday, babes. ❤️

Nick Jackson Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts

"What am I going to do with you?" Nicholas asked. He took a sip of his drink admiring the woman, his girlfriend, sitting on the vanity in their bedroom. His muse was certainly dressed for his attention. Her long legs covered in knee-high white stockings. A black and gold dress covered her body. Black elbow-length gloves covered a portion of her arm to the elbow.

"Please, Nick, punish me for my sinful ways," She pleaded with a pouted lip. Her feet swayed like a school girl kicking her legs underneath a desk. He stopped and stared at her. The feeling of wanting to take her stirred inside of him. He could have easily thrown Y/N on the bed, but this time, he was going to toy with her.

The entire night, she was teasing him. Innocent eyes fluttered at him. He cocked a sideways grin and strolled over to her. He sat on the chair in front of her. Y/N stared down at him.

"Well, these certainly have to go," he unbuckled the black high heels painfully slow. He threw them over his shoulder without a care in the world. Nick ran his fingers up her stockings slowly. The fabric felt soft against his skin. He kissed her thigh. While kissing her thighs, he hooked his fingers around her stockings. He slid them down until they were removed from her body.

"Arms up... Now," he ordered, not wanting to be kept waiting. She stretched her arms above her head. He stood up from his chair and removed her gloves. He left a trail of kisses until he reached her right wrist. He used one stocking to tie her hand to the vanity. Nick repeated his actions to the left wrist. He took a step back to admire his work.

He rubbed his hands over Y/N's legs and towards her dress. He stopped at her waist and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"They would just get in the way," she shrugged, imitating his exact sentiment about underwear. He swallowed a groan. He grabbed her waist.

"Had I known you went to the party with none on, I would have taken you in my office earlier this evening," he informed her. Their lips met in a heated kiss.

Her gasp caused him to smirk.

"Is something troubling you?" He asked with concern. She shook her head.

The memories of the events that took place in his office caused her to blush. While his speakeasy was crowded with people, he had her in his office. He wanted his patrons to hear her moans, and they certainly did. She squirmed under his grasp.

"Nick," she sighed and tried to move forward. He took a step back. Her binds, keeping her close to the mirror.

"You were very mouthy at the club and now look at you. A memory is causing you distress," he sat on the chair in front of her once more.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Nick took the opportunity of her heightened senses and placed her legs over his shoulder. He leaned down and licked her slit from bottom to top. She brought her head back, trying to move from her binds once more. He repeated this action several times. His girlfriend tried to buck towards him, but he pulled back.

"I wish you could see what I see right now," his light blue eyes bore into hers. Her face was bright red, and her hair had a sweaty mess. Her heaving chest tried to keep up with her heart rate. He loved seeing her in carnal need.

He placed her legs back down so they were dangling again. He tore her dress down the middle, allowing her body to be exposed to him.

"Beautiful," he muttered while planting kisses on her neck. He placed his hands on her breasts and started to massage them. His thumbs rubbed her nipples while he continued to kiss her neck. Her skin burned against his.

"Please," she begged, not quite knowing what she was begging.

He latched his mouth to her left nipple and slowly slid his index finger down her body. He rubbed his thumb against her clit. Tiny circles teased her. She brought her head back and moaned. He smiled at her actions. He slid his middle finger inside her. She gasped and bit her bottom lip. Her hands moved against her binds once more. He continued his assault on her body. His tongue swirled around her nipple. His left-hand thumb rubbing against her clit and his middle finger sliding in her.

"Nicky," she breathed, gripping her binds. He slowly added another finger inside of her. He slid them all the way back to his knuckles before slowly sliding them out once more.

"I'm so close," she informed him. Her hips were in time with every thrust of his fingers.

"Pity," he told her. The lewd sound of her wetness once he removed his fingers filled the air. A whimper slipped past her lips at the loss of attention. He took a step back once more. His hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt. In the blink of an eye, he removed the rest of his clothing.

His dick stood out for her. His eyes were full of lust. Nick watched her closely as a predator would their prey. The waiting started to affect the impatient woman. The younger Jackson brother wanted her to beg.

"You know what to say,"

"Just do it," she snapped frustrated. The stubborn man didn't move. He stood before her in all his glory.

"Fuck me, Nick," she urged.

He kicked the chair to the side and stood between her legs. He rubbed the tip against her slit enjoying the feeling. Nick took deep breaths to steady himself. He grabbed her right leg and placed it over his shoulder. Her left leg wrapped around his waist. He placed his left hand against the glass to steady himself.

"Don't be shy. Wake all of Los Angeles," he told her and slid himself inside. She moaned loudly and arched her back. He filled her to the brim. She was so wet and tight for him. Her body was made for his pleasure. He buried his head in her neck.

"Please, move. I need all of you. I'll beg, scream, cry. I don't care,"

Her words awoke the sleeping monster inside of him. He started to thrust inside of her. He made sure to be rough when he slid back inside of her. She matched his rhythms and ground against him. The vanity smacked against the wall with each violent thrust.

"Nick. I am close. I am so close," she whimpered. Beads of sweat poured down her body. He thrust inside of her a few more times. Her toes started to curl. Her fists were balled up. Her eyes rolled to the back of his head. She screamed his name one last time before tightening around him. Three more powerful thrusts, and he came inside of her. He thrust inside of her weakly a few more times before pulling out.

"You are going to be the death of me," he sighed releasing her wrists from her binds. She placed her arms down and wrapped them around his neck. He moved his hands under her legs and carried her to the bed. He placed her down gently.

"Wonderful as always, my love," she whispered. Nick wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her forehead before they fell into a dream-filled sleep.

[midwestmade29]

Proposition 🫠

Requested by @madhatterbri 🥰 We’ve got it bad for this man and I love it 😂

Word Count: 2.3k Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @supakixbabe

Original request:

"You are a new employee in AEW. You manage to piss off the EVPs. (I know your brain will think of something.) They threaten to suspend you without pay. Matt excuses himself from a meeting to take a phone call leaving you and Nick alone. Nick gives you another way to get out of suspension."

Disclaimers: Manipulation, cursing, oral sex, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

EVP Nicholas Jackson has a proposition you can’t turn down…

You had just walked up to one of your coworkers to ask them a question about the night ahead when you heard a voice call out in your direction, 

“Hey, hey! What’s going on here? Why are you just standing around talking when there’s work to be done?!” 

You turned to see where the voice was coming from, your eyes growing large when you realized it was an EVP calling out to you.

When you first started at AEW, several coworkers warned you to stay out of the path of the company’s hot head, Nicholas Jackson. His brother Matthew was similar in his devious ways, but Nicholas had a certain edge to him that Matthew didn’t. With each step he took towards you, your heart pounded harder and harder against your chest.

When he finally stood before you, his voice was brash, and his agitation was evident when he spoke again, “I believe I asked you a question! So, you can talk to a fellow team member, but you won’t respond to your EVP? This is a punishable offense, Y/N!” 

There was something about the way your name fell from his lips that almost put you in a trance. While you continued to stand in silence, your coworker casually stepped on your foot to snap you out of it!

“Ouch!” you shouted a little too loudly, embarrassment instantly coating your cheeks. Nicholas’ icy blue eyes nearly burned a hole in you as he stared at you, making you turn a deeper shade of red. “I-I um mean, hello Mr. Jackson. I think there’s a little bit of a misunderstanding here, you see I had just walked up to ask-“ you tried to explain, but Nicholas cut you off mid-sentence.

“A misunderstanding, huh?” Nicholas scoffed. “First I catch you slacking off, then you refuse to answer me, and now you’re trying to correct your EVP!”

At this point, Matthew had walked up when he heard the commotion and placed his hand on his younger brother’s shoulder.

“Sorry guys, my brother’s kind of a hot head! He just gets tired of the disrespect around here so he’s a little tense. We can continue this conversation in our office,” Matthew explained calmly.

His grin he had plastered on his face was the complete opposite of the scowl that Nicholas had on his own, which only left your head spinning the longer all of you stood there.

“That sounds like a great idea, Matthew. But this one can go back to work,” Nicholas pointed at your coworker and then directed his gaze back to you, “Y/N is the troublemaker here.”

You were instructed to close the door behind you after walking into the EVP’s office, Matthew motioned for you to sit in the chair in front of a large desk. Nicholas sat in the leather executive chair behind the desk while Matthew leaned against the wall with his arms crossed

“Unless you can give me a good reason not to, you are hereby suspended from AEW without pay. You caught me in a generous mood, Y/N so I’ll keep your suspension at 1 week only,” Nicholas stated matter of factly.

He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, his feet now propped up on the desk as he waited to hear what your rebuttal was.

This time it was your agitation that shined through when your words came out sharply, “Suspended for a week, without pay?! You’re joking, right? I didn’t even do anything! Maybe we should take this up with Tony since one of his EVPs seems to be on a power trip,”

The second your last few words came out of your mouth, you instantly regretted them, but there was no going back on what you said now. Matthew was about to interject when his phone started ringing in his pocket.

“Matthew Jackson, EVP. Ah, yes! I’ve been expecting your call. Please hold for a moment, would you? Thanks,” he spoke into the phone before covering the bottom half with his hand. “It’s the CEO of Duolingo, I gotta take this. Apparently, they’re impressed with my daily streak I have going, and they might want to strike up a sponsorship deal. I’ll catch up with you later, Nicholas! And good luck to you, Y/N,” 

Your eyes watched as Matthew returned his focus on his phone call and walked out of the room.

“So, now where were we?” Nicholas asked smugly.

“You were about to suspend me for no reason, sir,” you replied, making sure to make your annoyance known.

You could’ve sworn you saw the corner of Nicholas’ mouth twitch upwards, but you ignored it. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stroked his beard with his fingers, making you squirm in your chair slightly whenever his eyes met yours. When his voice finally broke the silence, it made you jump.

“I have a proposition for you, Y/N. Care to hear it?”

A dry laugh involuntarily escaped from you before you asked, “Do I even have a choice?” 

Nicholas exuded confidence when he elaborated, “The proposition is that I’ll forget about the week of suspension without pay if you agree to let me fuck some manners into you,”

You felt your muscles tighten deep in your lower half as your brain tried to process what the EVP had just said.

“Ex-excuse me?” you asked nervously.

Nicholas didn’t skip a beat as he further explained his idea.

“It’s simple, really Y/N. For the next week, instead of sitting at home missing out on those beautiful green Benjamins, you’ll be at my beck and call whenever I need you. You’ll let me have my way with you whenever, and however I see fit, and maybe by the end of the week you’ll put some respect on my name and learn how to treat your superiors,”

“And if I don’t want this? What happens if I say no?” you questioned before swallowing hard.

Nicholas stood slowly and placed his palms flat on the desk, leaning forward in your direction as his blue eyes peered up at you from underneath his fedorah.

“I don’t think you’re going to decline my offer, Y/N. The way your eyes have darkened and the change in your breathing tells me all I need to know. Your body is giving you away, sweetheart,”

He wasn’t wrong about the things his proposition was doing to you, you were just mad at yourself for making it so obvious how intrigued you were by everything.

“Before I agree, answer one more question. Once I follow through with my end of the deal, at the end of the 7 days will things go back to normal with no more mentions of being suspended?” 

“Absolutely, Y/N. 1 week of bliss with yours truly, and your little discretion tonight will be forgiven,”

There wasn’t much left to say once you nodded and accepted whatever fate had in store for you in the upcoming week ahead, so Nicholas dismissed you and told you that he would be in contact with you very soon. The rest of the evening went by in a blur as your mind was focused on a blue-eyed EVP.

When you crossed the threshold of your hotel room, your head was still spinning. You tossed your bag on the floor and plopped down on your bed with a loud sigh as you tried to make sense of everything. There was hardly any time to decompress before your text tone interrupted your thoughts. You picked up your phone and read over the messages:

Nicholas Jackson: Get some good rest tonight sweetheart. You’re going to need your energy for tomorrow.

Nicholas Jackson: It’s hot when you talk back btw. Sweet dreams beautiful 😘

The next couple of days were filled with multiple orgasms, but none that were your own. Nicholas was a greedy EVP, making sure his wants and needs were satisfied as he fucked your face leaving you a breathless mess on your knees by the time he was finished with you. The way his hand would wrap around your hair and control your pace and depth made your arousal course through every fiber of your being, the sight of him coming undone from your mouth alone made you feel like a goddess!

His praises made you groan and hum in appreciation when they breathlessly fell from his lips.

“I love the way you look when you’re on your knees. That’s good sweetheart, keep doing that,”

The 2nd night after Nicholas left your hotel room, you took care of yourself while picturing him pleasuring you instead. You imagined his hands roaming freely all over your body, his head buried in between your legs while his tongue worked its magic, and the thought of him hovering above you as he fucked you did you in.

Day 3 went by with little contact from Nicholas until around 10pm when you got a FaceTime call from him. You greeted him pleasantly when his handsome face showed on your screen, but his hello wasn’t nearly as warm as yours. It was obvious that something had him stressed, but you knew better than to pry.

Instead, you followed his instructions to strip for him and to start pleasuring yourself on the bed while he did the same on the other end of the call.

“Jesus, Y/N! Look how sexy you are giving me my own private show. Tell me who you’re thinking about sweetheart. Tell me who you’re imagining pleasing you right now,” he practically begged as he continued to stroke himself.

“You Nicholas! I-I’m thinking about you…”

Day 4 was the day when everything changed. You and Nicholas were having an argument during the free time you had in between your tasks at the arena. You explained to him that you were becoming frustrated with your arrangement and when you told him you wished he would’ve just suspended you instead, it struck a nerve inside of him.

“You told me you were going to fuck some manners into me, but that’s yet to happen. I’m no different than I was 4 days ago! You’re not holding up your end of the bargain,” you said exasperated.

Nicholas lowered his voice and got mere inches away from your face when he replied just as frustrated as you, “You want me to fuck you, Y/N? Okay, let’s get the hell out of here and I’ll give you what you want,”

The ride back to the hotel was tense and filled with anticipation as you and Nicholas rode in the back of the chauffeured vehicle. The elevator ride up to his floor was agonizingly slow. Nicholas caught you off guard when he crashed his lips against yours once the door to his room was latched. Both of you tugged and pulled at each other’s clothes desperately, leaving each piece in a crumbled pile on the floor when they were finally removed.

The feeling of his warm bare skin against your own felt incredible, it was something you didn’t realize how badly you needed it. The both of you toppled over onto the bed with your lips never parting, your tongues dancing together in a sweet rhythm. Nicholas’ hard length brushed up against your wet cunt each time he moved even the slightest bit causing you to whine.

“Nicholas, please! I-I want you now!”

Both of you gazed into each other’s eyes as he inched himself inside of you, making that moment so much more intimate than it already was. Nicholas took his time with his first few movements so you could adjust to the stretching of your walls, and so you both could savor the feeling of your bodies uniting as one. There was a sweetness to Nicholas that wasn’t there before, a tenderness to him that his EVP position never let him show.

You were taken back by his slow and steady pace and the way his hands cradled your head as he balanced himself on his forearms.

“I th-thought you were going to fuck me, Nicholas?” you teased.

He chuckled to himself as he hovered above you and planted a soft kiss on your lips before he teased you right back, “So, so needy, sweetheart! You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

In no time, the headboard was rocking and knocking against the wall, surely pissing off the guests on the other side of it. Your moans and whimpers were music to Nicholas’ ears, and he made sure to tell you so.

“You make the sweetest noises, Y/N. I could listen to them all night!”

You were moments away from your release, Nicholas not far behind as his movements became ragged and less controlled.

“I want you to cum, Nicholas! Cum for me, I want everything you have,” you cried out when his hard length brushed against the sweet spot inside of you, ultimately bringing you to the most intense orgasm you ever had. Your body shuddered underneath him as wave upon wave of pleasure consumed you, leaving your mind nearly blank while you completely unraveled.

“God, you’re beautiful Y/N. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” Nicholas murmured against the shell of your ear. 

He continued thrusting himself in and out of your sensitive cunt until he came just as hard as you did. You felt the warmth of his seed fill you and his hard length pulsate against your walls, his arms nearly failing at holding his weight off you from the force of his release. Once he was steady, he removed himself from you and rolled over on the bed next to you.

The both of you laid together in comfortable silence until you stood up and offered your hand to Nicholas.

“Come on, Mr. EVP. Let’s take a shower and wash off before we have to head back to the arena,” 

He squeezed your hand before letting it go gently and giving you a warm smile, “You go ahead and start the water, I’ll join you in a minute,”

You nodded and went on your way, leaving Nicholas alone sitting up on the bed, wondering if this proposition was really a good idea.

“Maybe it would’ve been better if Y/N chose the suspension after all,” he thought to himself. “I don’t know how I’m going to let her go on day 7…” 

[dirtywresling102]

Could you do Nick Jackson x f! Reader? Maybe he wants to propose but everything goes wrong?

Pairing: Nick Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Proposal gone wrong, Sad Nick, rain, teenage boys lowkey being annoying?

Imagines: Open

You looked so beautiful in Nicks eyes as the two of you walked down the beach. You laughed and kicked the sand around with your bare feet as he held onto your shoes.

Today was the day he was going to pop the question. Nick got some time off work so he could take you out on a nice vacation at a resort in the Bahama's. You both deserved it.

You stared off into the distance of the ocean, back facing Nick. Nick cleared his throat. "Y/N, I have something important to ask." He spoke up as he dug into his pocket and before he could even get down on one knee he heard someone from the beach yelling.

"Get inside! Get inside! The storm is coming!"

Nick realized what you were staring at, large dark clouds rolled in above them and fast. "Come on baby, lets go back to the hotel." You turned around, grabbing onto his hand and guided him back to the lobby.

Nick pulled his hand from his pocket, his heart thumping.

So the beach was a bust as the heavy rain came down and thunder boomed in the sky above. This was still a beautiful hotel. You both were already in your swim suits so Nick decided to take you to the pool that had a tiki bar in the middle of it. No one was in sight but the bartender, this was perfect.

"Y/N?" Nick cleared his throat, digging into his pocket as you were sitting in on a bench by the tiki bar. "I really need to ask-"

"Cannon ball!"

You and Nick looked over to see a bunch of young boys rushing to the pool only to jump in making water splash you and Nick. You laughed as you splashed the boys who were splashing each other.

"What did you want to ask, Nick?" You looked at your boyfriend only to frown. Nick's face was bright red, you could tell he was gritting his teeth by the way his claw clenched.

"Nothing. I'm going back to the room."

You watched Nick get out of the pool, leaving the pool area and down the hall. "I wondered what he wanted to ask me." You shrugged. "Bartender, a cocktail please." You waved at the worker with a smile.

[madhatterbri]

Love this. ❤️❤️❤️

Falling In Love

Nick Jackson X Fem Reader

Summary: Y/n and Nick grew up together. They had been best friends since they were teenagers, trying to make it big in the world of wrestling. Deep down inside Y/n and Nick always had feelings for one another but never admitted it, afraid it would ruin what they had. They both ended up with other people but were never truly happy with their partners. What happens when fate brings them back together and both are single for the first time in a long time? What happens when after 17 years Nick realised he’s still in love with Y/n? 

Mentions: of death (reader is a widow), injures,

Main Masterlist (Word count: 2k)

I sat in the private Elite locker room crying into the chest of one my best friends in the whole world, Nick Jackson. We met when I was 16 and he was 17, starting our wrestling journey together, wrestling in the backyard promotion his older brother Matt started. I loved Nick, we spent our whole careers together. He has been there for me through EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING. The past few months have been hectic. The Elite which consisted of myself, Matt, Nick and Kenny had recently made our triumphant return after the whole suspension thing and ever since my life has been a living hell. 

I had made my return a few weeks earlier than the boys at AEW’s first Canadian show. I begged Tony Khan to let me do anything on the show. I had been working for years to bring the show to Canada, nonetheless my hometown of Toronto. After countless meetings and paperwork, I somehow managed to show up in Toronto. I still get goosebumps thinking about the Pop I got from the audience. I made an open challenge to fight anyone and Tay Conti answered it. During my match, I somehow managed to pull the muscles in my abdomen. Unfortunately for me, Aubrey Edwards had no choice but to call the match due to my injury. I didn’t want the match to end but I could not stand, and therefore it was out of my hands to make the call. 

That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I’ve wrestled matches with broken bones and had death matches, but I injured myself by botching a tiger roll. I was making my return, trying to put what happened behind me but of course, it’s never that easy. It was even worse when I started crying as I was practically carried out by staff. Out of the 16 years I’ve been wrestling I had only gotten a match stopped two other times. Both of which I was knocked out and had to be carried out on a stretcher because I almost died. 

But that was in October, It’s now May and once again I am injured. Nick just held me in his arms and said nothing, knowing I just needed to get this cry out. 

“What’s wrong with me Nick,” I said sobbing uncontrollably 

“Y/N, there is nothing wrong with you” He replied in a soothing tone

“Yes, there is, how come out of all of my years wrestling I barely ever get injured but ever since I came back all I am is hurt.” 

He said nothing

“October, I started crying in the ring which I have never done before and almost gave myself a hernia, February I almost shattered my ankle and I still have this nasty ass bone bruise. Now, It's May and the Doctor told me if my shoulder doesn’t get better soon I might have to get surgery. I can’t be out for months with a shoulder injury” 

Nick knew everything I said was true. These past few months have been a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone. The boys regained their Trios championships then lost it and I won the Ring Of Honour women's championship the past December at final battle. Not to mention the unexpected loss of one of our great friends and my baby daddy James. The last thing is the main problem. My mind was constantly thinking of James and that I am a fresh single mother with an 11-month-old was enough to throw me off my game and cause my injuries. 

“Y/N..” Nick says my name almost in a whisper “Whatever happens, I just want you to know that I am always going to be here for you. No matter what happens, ok. I love you, always.” He then placed a delicate kiss on my forehead and rubbed my back, something that never failed to help me calm down. 

Just then Matt and Kenny walked in. The four of us were family, being there for the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Kenny was holding my daughter, Elizabeth or as I liked to call her Lizzy. It was the name James picked out, she looked exactly like him. He handed her to me and I held her close to my chest. It pained me knowing she would never get to know her father. She was only 5 months old when he died, my only child, our little miracle, and I had no idea how I was going to do this on my own. Luckily I have some great people to help me get through it. 

That night after dynamite I went back to my hotel room, exhausted. Lizzy was upset. There were too many people, it was loud, and not to mention all of the fellow wrestlers wanted to hold her. My little angel was just like her father, not a people person. That meant the evening consisted of me holding her tight as she was wrapped around my chest. Liz wouldn't let Britt or even Dana hold her without crying again so that meant I couldn't make it ringside for the boy’s match. Once I returned to the room and somehow managed to put Lizzy down for bed before having a shower and getting ready for bed. I stood in the mirror looking at my right shoulder, although I was able to move it more (thanks to some crazy rehab) the nasty bruising remained. The “Cody Boob” as I liked to call it as it looked similar to Cody’s torn pectoral. Just as I was lost in my thoughts I heard a faint knock on my hotel room door. I was surprised when I saw Nick standing there. 

“Hey” Nick whispered 

“Hi” I replied, tiredly

“I just wanted to check on you, see how you are doing. I heard about the little situation with Liz”

“Oh, that. She’s fine. Too many people I guess….Do you wanna come in?”

As I invited Nick inside my hotel room I noticed something different about him. I wasn’t too sure what it was. He was freshly showered, and I could smell the evergreen scent of his body wash on his skin. He wore black sweats, a black T-shirt along with a pair of Jordans. All normal things, yet something was different. Was it the way his icy blue eyes looked at me? Was it the way he leaned on the doorframe? A million different things went through my mind as I finished in the washroom before returning to him. He sat on the bed, flipping through the channels as I joined him, snuggling close to his chest. I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I woke up in the morning he was gone. 

Nick’s POV: 

As I sat in Matt’s and I’s shared hotel room all I could think about was Y/N. I know how hard things have been for her recently and I was genuinely worried for her. 

“And then I was thinking we could do…, are you even listening to me, Nick?” Matt said in annoyance. I didn’t even notice I drowned him out

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea man” I replied, not even knowing what he had said.

“What’s wrong, is something bothering you?” he asked

“I’m fine Matt, just worried about Y/N,” I told him truthfully

“I think you worry about her too much. If I am being completely honest with you, I have no idea how you two never ended up together. You two wo-” “I’m getting a divorce” I cut Matt off. I could see his face drop at my words. 

“What? What do you mean you are getting a divorce?” Matt said confusion and fear all over his face. “A few months ago, I filed for a divorce Matt, I am getting a divorce” I admitted ashamed of myself. “Why?” The tone in Matt’s voice was soft. He no longer looked shocked, he looked almost pained. 

“To be honest with you I have no idea”. My marriage had always been rocky from the beginning, that was no secret. The long-running joke on BTE was that one day I would end up leaving my wife for Y/N. Everyone and their mother wanted Y/n and I to get together, they swore at some point we must have slept together but it never happened. 

“Do you love her?” Matt asked the one question I had been dreading for years 

“Who?” I played dumb

“Y/N, do you still love her?” I may or may not have told Matt that I was in love with Y/N after I was high on anesthetic after surgery a few years back and he’s never let it go. 

“I need to get some air” I left before Matt could stop me. 

My brain was going a million miles an hour, I just needed some time to think. I didn’t even notice that I ended up at Y/N’s room. I wanted to go back, but it was too late. I knocked quietly on the door. Hoping not to wake the baby up. When Y/N opened the door I felt some relief. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe. She must have just come out of the shower. My brain imagined myself in there with her. I mentally cursed at myself for thinking that, she was my best friend. She invited me inside and I sat on the bed, unsure what to do. ‘Why am I so nervous?’ I thought to myself. I decided to find something on the TV while I waited for her to return. Once she returned she rested her head on my chest. We were always very affectionate towards each other (sometimes a little too affectionate) so this wasn’t something out of the ordinary. So why did I feel so nervous? 

We didn’t say anything, we just lay in silence. It was calming, I felt relaxed. I was going to move to be closer to her when I noticed she was asleep. Y/N looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Matt’s words replayed in my mind. “Do you still love her?” I always loved Y/N, but did I LOVE LOVE her? For the first time in a long time, the both of us were single. Y/N was the first person to know about my divorce, and her reaction was similar to Matt’s. I wanted to protect her, help her raise her daughter, I wanted her, I needed her, I wanted to be with her forever, I loved her and I hate myself for not doing anything about it. For the past 17 years she has been in my life and for the past 17 years I have been in love with her. Instead, I ignored my feelings and got married to someone else to ignore my true feelings. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mind going a million miles an hour. I was lost in my own thoughts, a text from Matt broke my trance. 

“Where are you?” he asked. Shit, how long had I been gone? I looked at the clock and saw it was almost two in the morning. I wanted to stay with Y/N but Matt wouldn't stop texting me. So I had no choice but to leave. 

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{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Swearing, Use of Sex Toys, Throat Fucking, Dom/Sub dynamic, Pet Name Use, Orgasm Denial, 3-some, Lingerie, Teasing.}

{Pairing: Young Bucks x Fem!Reader}

🚾: 1k+

【Summary: It's Y/N's Birthday, and she feels the need to tease her Boyfriends, only to be taught a lesson by them】

[Y/N's POV:]

It was August 6th, AKA. My birthday, Matt and Nick allowed me to go out shopping without them, little did they know. I went to my favorite store "Mama's Bow-tique", I picked up a bunch of stuff. Including a really cute nightgown!

~♤~ After Y/N arrives home ~◇~

"Happy Birthday Hun." Matt Cooed as he hugged me

"Where the fuck did you go? You were gone for 3 hours!" Nick Asked

"Nicky! Calm down. It's her birthday!" Matt sighed

"Fine." Nick sighed

~♧~ After They Ate Dinner ~♡~

"So what did you buy?" Nick persisted

"I bought a bunch of toys.." I giggled

"What Kind of Toys?" Nick questioned

"Probably Sex Toys-" Matt Added

"Oh... My naughty girl~" Nick Hummed

I felt my cheeks turn red, and my legs clenched on instinct.

{♡}~ That Night ~{♡}

"Ok Ready?" I asked, Standing in the bathroom

"We're ready Y/N" Nick and Matt Said in unison

I walked out in a cute Blue Lingerie set, that had a matching Collar, I pulled on the leash a little and both of my boyfriends sharply inhaled.

That was until they put the newly bought handcuff sets to the headrest on the bed and I was tied up, as Matt held a vibrator to me and Nick fucked my throat Mercilessly.

"We're- Gonna- Teach- You a lesson" Nick Said in between choked out moans

I felt my own pleasure swell up like a bubble in my stomach right as it was about to pop, Matt pulled the Vibrator away from me.

"Ah-Ah Dove. You have to beg for it." He coldly spoke

Nick pulled his cock out of my mouth and sighed "go on doll, beg for it." He chuckled coldly after that

"Fuck! Please Matty! Let me Cum!" I begged to Matt.

"Good Girl, Now go on. Cum." He demanded

That seemed to have coaxed my orgasm straight out and it felt like a breath of air, Until Matt slammed his cock into me. I gasped out sharply only for it to become a gag as Nick continued to Fuck my throat

"Nicky.." Matt Called Batting his eyelashes innocently

"Yes Matt?" Nick said

"Why don't we switch?" Matt proposed

"Just let me" Nick got cut off by his own Orgasm, in which he came down my throat and i took it all

"Now we can switch Matt" Nick said

By the 8th round of the night, I had no more stamina. But somehow these Fuckers could go for thirty more rounds.

"Ohh look how Cock-Drunk our girl is" Matt Cooed

Which pushed me over the edge and caused me to use my last bit of stamina

"Good Girl. Now let's clean up for bed.." Nick Hummed

I glanced at the clock and it read 12:30am, we started at 5:00pm how the actual fuck!?

But Out of the whole ordeal, I got to sleep in my new nightgown, the next morning I woke up to a hum against my body, and saw Nick holding a little bullet vibrator Against me

"Ready for round 10?" He asked

I looked over at the clock and it read 6:00am

"Sure.. I guess" I groggily said

"Good sweetheart, this time we'll be gentler." Matt hummed

I just hope that 6:00am won't bleed into 6:00pm, cause goddamn they know their shit..

A few seconds later, they of course had just begun to get ready for this whole early morning shit. Matt on the other hand, was already Fucking my throat, and Nick was still getting ready to do his shit.

He also had kept the vibrator in contact with my pussy until he finally entered me.

By 6:10am I was a sweaty Moaning mess..

"This good?" Nick asked

"Please Dear, go faster" I begged

"Ok" He did so

Something tells me it's gonna be a long day.

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Synopsis: Percy Jackson is never the type to get jealous. He just never does. Tell him he is and he'll laugh at your face and tell you you're wrong.

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Aphrodite's daughter reader

Warning: LUKE DOES NOT BECOME KRONOS AND TURN TO THE BAD SIDE, Y/n is used multiple times in the story, violence, mention of liquor, getting drunk and tipsy, and all minor characters mentioned are AGED UP! The reader is mentioned to be a girl

W.C: 2.1k

Percy Jackson is never the type to get jealous. Or so he says he isn't. Tell him that he is and he'll laugh at your face and tell you you're wrong. He's Percy Jackson! He saved the world multiple times and has a wonderful girlfriend who he knows loves him and only him. So why would he be jealous of a new camper who keeps trying to make a move on his girl? Right?

"If looks could kill, I'd think poor little Colin would be in the Underworld with Hades by now," Leo says as he watches Percy glaring at Colin for the nth time this morning. "Woah dude, if you hate strawberries just say so, no need to murder them," Luke jokes, making Leo laugh alongside him.

Percy removes his gaze from the two and shakes his now-soaked hand, stained with strawberry juice. Lea and Luke exchange knowing looks and turn to the younger boy, who is now continuing to pluck strawberries from their bushes.

"Don't tell us you're jealous of the new camper, Jackson," Luke teases, which earns him a glare from the younger boy. That just made Luke's smirk wider than it already was. "You are jealous," Leo teases as well. "I'm not! Why would I be anyway?" Percy denies, but the two know better than their friend.

"If you say so, Perc," Luke says. He and Leo exchange smirks and glances before continuing their chores. Percy only tries to shake the unwanted feeling the whole time and tries to block out the beautiful sounds of your laughter and the annoying voice of Colin.

No, he is not jealous. He's Percy Jackson! And Percy Jackson is never jealous!

"Oh, you are so jealous," Annabeth laughs, along with Piper and Clarisse. "I am not! How many times do I have to say that?" Percy says, annoyed by his friends' pestering. His response only made the three laugh louder and started to gain the attention of other campers. "You very much are, Jackson. You can't deny it," Clarisse says to the boy. "Why are you even here, Clarisse? Shouldn't you be bullying some of the new campers?" Percy asks, which earns him a glare from the child of Ares. "Yeah, but teasing and laughing at your jealous state is more fun and enjoyable," Clarisse says back.

"Why would I be jealous of that Colin anyway? I'm Percy Jackson!" The boy says, making the three girls laugh at him even more. "Yeah, why are you so jealous of Colin anyway, Seaweed Brain? It's not like Y/n will leave you for the new kid anyway," Annabeth says. Yeah... She wouldn't leave me for someone else...right?

"Hey, Perce!" Percy hears the sweet voice of his girlfriend, making him look up with a big smile plastered on his face. "Hi!" He waves back. Annabeth glances at the couple before rolling her eyes and secretly hides a smile. "No need to hide that smile, Annie. I know you're not even a bit annoyed," You tease the blonde, making her roll her eyes and fail to hide her grin. "Shut up, lovebirds," She says before walking away. The other two said they had to finish some chores and left the two couples alone.

"So, how was your day so far?" You ask. "Going well so far," Percy says, completely forgetting his jealous and annoyance towards the new camper. (We all know that isn't exactly true). "How about you? How's your day been so far?" He asks and wraps his arms around your waist. "Good so far, yeah. I've been showing Colin the routes and everything else he needs to know to be properly accustomed here at camp," You say while playing with some strands of Percy's hair.

The mention of Colin's name made him feel a stingy feeling in his chest, but he did his best not to show it. Because the gods forbid the son of Poseidon gets jealous of some new camper.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, noticing his sudden change of mood. "Huh? Yeah, totally fine, my love," He assures you and gives you a wide grin. "Hey, Y/n!" Someone calls your name. Percy and you look up and see Colin waving his hand while carrying a plate full of food. Percy tries to secretly hide his annoyance and prays you wouldn't notice.

"Hey, Cols," You greet back, much to Percy's annoyance. "Would you like some food? You've been working with me since this morning, and I thought you might want to eat some first? Maybe we can sit beside each other too— Oh, hi, Percy!" Colin greets the dark-haired boy before turning back to you and offering you his plate of food.

"Oh, I—"

"You can't eat beside someone who isn't in the same cabin as you, Colin," Percy interjects. "Oh, I uh— I didn't know that. Maybe next time?" Colin suggests, and you nod politely before the boy walks back to the Pavilion to eat with the Hermes Cabin. You turn to Percy with a brow raised, and he just shrugs his shoulder. "What? It's true," He says, which makes you chuckle.

"Okay, waterboy. You better eat now, I know you haven't eaten anything since this morning—" Percy opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. "—Don't even lie to me, Perseus Jackson. Luke and Leo told me that you haven't eaten. Now, go eat!" You say and point towards the Pavilion. The boy could only sigh in defeat and walk with you to eat.

Laughter had filled the whole camp that evening. All the campers had gathered around the bonfire to sing, chat with other friends and have a little bit of fun. Percy sat beside Leo, and the two spent half of the night chatting about things they both took interest in. It was all fun and laughter, and Percy had even forgotten about his jealousy thing for a certain camper.

Since Chiron and Mr. D had turned in early for the night, the campers left behind had too much fun. The Hermes and Dionysus cabins revealed their secret stash of liquor, and everyone had started to try it out, making some campers drunk and tipsy. Of course, before that, the Demeter cabin had made the younger campers turn in for the night to avoid the young children trying out things they shouldn't be.

All were having fun and forgetting their exhaustion before a piercing scream erupted, gaining everyone's attention.

"Let go of me, Colin!" a familiar voice yelled. A too familiar voice for Percy. He stopped his conversation with Leo halfway to turn to the scene that had gained the attention of everyone. He saw his girlfriend with a disturbed emotion, with a drunk Colin pestering her even more despite her refusal. This made the boy see red. Absolute red.

He stood up from his seat and walked towards the scene. "Percy, calm down—" Leo said, trying to stop him, only to be pushed away by his friend. "Hey, man, she said let go," Percy tried to calmly say while trying to shove the camper away, not wanting to cause another scene.

"Oh, shut up, fish boy," Colin responded. Without thinking, Percy raised his fist and punched the drunk Colin to the ground. Campers gasped in shock to see the son of Poseidon become physical with someone who wasn't a monster. Colin was quick to stand up and give Percy his own fist. "Percy!" you ran to your boyfriend, and some campers held Colin.

"Can't fight without your little girlfriend, huh, fish boy?" Colin taunted. "Don't talk to my girl like that," Percy tried to walk closer to Colin, but he was held back by you, Leo, and Luke. "Let go of me," Colin shook himself off from the campers who were holding him and spit on the ground.

"We aren't finished here, fish boy," Colin warned and pointed a finger at Percy before walking away. "Oh, yeah? It looks like it is to me!" Percy yelled at him. "Percy, stop!" you said, continuing to hold him by his arm. He looked down at you, and even for a little bit, he calmed down.

"Alright, everyone! Go to your cabins! No one speaks about this again tomorrow morning!" Luke instructed, and the campers obediently followed the Hermes boy's orders. "You should get him cleaned up, Y/n," Luke said, and he and Leo let go of their friend. "Go to sleep, Perce," He ruffled the boy's hair before him and Leo bid their goodbyes.

The walk back to the Poseidon cabin was silent. Percy knew very much that you were angry at him, and he hated himself for showing that side of him to you. When the two of you entered his cabin, you quickly took the first aid kit from under his bunk and started to clean the bruise on his knuckles and his busted lip.

It was silent for a few more minutes before Percy found the courage to say something. "I'm sorry, love," he apologized. He looked down at his lap when you turned away from him and ignored his apology. "I'm not angry, Percy, but I am disappointed," Percy's face lit up halfway when you said you weren't mad, but it turned back into a sad expression after you said you were disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he apologized again, and a small smile appeared on his face when you nodded at his apology. "I was capable of defending myself, Percy," you told him.

"I know, I just didn't like seeing that guy near you," he said, pouting, earning a laugh from you.

"What? What did I do now?" he asked, completely confused, making you laugh even louder.

"Annabeth told me something this afternoon," you said, playing with the soft hairs at the back of his neck. Percy rolled his eyes, knowing what you meant, making you laugh even more.

"For the nth time! I am not jealous! I just don't like the guy!" he said, making you laugh out louder, which brought a smile to the wounded boy's face.

"Yeah, and Leo also said you murdered several strawberries this morning, which explains why I saw Dionysus yelling at you this morning," you said between laughs. "Oh, my eyes are tearing up, waterboy," you said, calming yourself down and wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes.

"I'm still upset about what you did to Colin, Percy," you said, suddenly becoming serious, making the boy roll his eyes.

"Oh, don't roll your eyes at me, young boy," you warned him, and Percy shivered, remembering how his mother scolded him. "I still think what you did was not nice and very not camp counselor-like," you scolded, raising a finger at Percy, which he tried to bite, but you swatted him for it.

"He deserved it," Percy huffed in annoyance. You raised your brow at him before he grinned widely and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back to his bed, making you fall on top of him with a squeal.

"Percy!" you hit him lightly on the arm, but he just continued to grin at you. "I'm sorry, love, don't be upset anymore," Percy said, placing kisses on your face before you pushed him down to make him stop. "Okay, okay," you said. You lay down and placed your head directly on Percy's chest, and both of you stayed quiet for a little while.

Percy stared up at the ceiling and admired the glow-in-the-dark moon and stars you both had placed on his ceiling. You had your ear directly on his chest and heard the calming beating of his heart against his chest. Percy mindlessly played with your hair out of instinct, and after a few more minutes, he thought you were already asleep when he looked down at your figure on top of him.

"I'm not asleep yet, waterboy," you told him with your eyes closed after feeling him move around to get a better look at you. Percy chuckled, and you could feel the way his body softly shook from it, making you giggle. "Thank you for protecting me earlier, Percy," you said, making him softly smile at you. "You're welcome, pretty girl," he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You should apologize to Colin in the morning, Percy," you said, earning a hum of acknowledgement from him. "Please, Perce?" you turned to him with your pleading eyes, making him sigh in defeat. "I promise, pretty girl," he said, making you smile. You lifted yourself up from his chest, making him look up at you with confusion. You lowered yourself down and connected both your lips together for a short kiss, earning a smile from the boy.

"I love you, waterboy," you said. "I love you too, pretty girl," he said, smiling.

The rest of the night was peaceful in the Poseidon Cabin. The two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, and the strong beating of both your hearts could be heard by those who chose to be silent and listen carefully. Poseidon's son and Aphrodite's daughter are a perfect match that even the gods could not deny.

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Yours

joel miller x fem!reader

Finally finishing the request for a Joel Miller fic inspired by "Jealous" by Nick Jonas for @prettyinpunk85 (I hope you like it)

You get new neighbors in Jackson, Joel doesn't like how much attention they pay to you so he decides to teach them a lesson.

tw: afab and fem reader, p in v sex, alludes to curvy reader, age gap (twenty years), exhibitionism, some dubcon, dirty talk, no use of y/n, unsafe sex (do as i say not as fanfic writes), oral (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, jealous joel, written from joel's perspective (may be bad)

Word Count: 4.8k

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Joel didn’t know what to do with himself when you’d happily announced that you had new neighbors. The house next to his in Jackson had been empty for some time, it was yours until you decided to move in with him and Ellie. He was hoping the neighbors would be a family, or maybe some older survivors. Really, someone you could be friends with, he knew you were way too extroverted for just his company.

But instead the new neighbors were his nightmare: two guys–in their twenties.

You were young for Joel, he knew that. Part of him had always attributed your interest in him to the fact that choices were limited in the zombie apocalypse. He hadn’t even known how to flirt with you, awkwardly leaving tattered books he had found during supply runs on your front porch, sometimes accompanied by wilted wildflowers. One day he had left you a bookshelf he’d built, endless hours spent in his studio sanding the wood to perfection and carving flowers into the border. You had to ask him to come over to help you move it inside.

That was over two years ago, and he still had no clue why a pretty thing like you had decided to even talk to him, let alone be with him. To be honest, no one else in Jackson understood it, either. You worked at the small bakery on Main Street and wanted to convert one of the buildings into a library. You liked to sew pretty dresses and planted superficial flowers outside of the house in the summertime. 

Joel was nothing of the sort, keeping everyone at an arm’s length aside from Tommy and Ellie. He stayed on the fringes of community events, always present but never participating. Ellie was loud enough for the both of them, boisterous and friendly and everything he wasn’t. He was happy to watch her thrive.

So the first time she asked him to go to the bakery so she could hang out with a friend, he reluctantly agreed. He’d introduced himself to you like a complete idiot, blushing when you laughed and informed him that you were neighbors. Joel had become enamored with you from the second he saw your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the edges and your cheeks lifted. He could’ve died a happy man right there at the counter. 

From then on, he claimed that bakery visits were firmly his responsibility.

He sucked up every piece of information you gave him, starting with your favorite items at the shop and spiraling until he knew that you loved wildflowers and what books you liked to read. Joel was greedy, he wanted to know everything about you–he wanted to be the only person that knew everything about you. 

That was when he started leaving you gifts at your door, and the rest was history.

So when you swatted his hand away from the cooling cookies on the rack in the kitchen, his brown eyes regarded you with betrayal. “They’re for the neighbors,” you informed him, untying your cute, frilly little apron and hanging it on the hook he’d installed.

The neighbors.

They had already become adversaries in a war that only he knew existed. Joel sighed, heavy boots plodding against the floor until he could wrap his arms around your waist and pull your back to his chest. “Now why are you giving the neighbors my cookies?” he asked, nuzzling the tip of his nose against your temple. 

“To be friendly, Joel,” you said with a giggle, turning in his arms to look up at him. His big, scarred hands were on the small of your back, fingertips rubbing gentle circles through your shirt. He swore his heart stopped every time you looked up at him, your thick eyelashes fluttering as your lips quirked into a smile. “Something that you are unfamiliar with.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “M’friendly,” he protested, pecking you on the lips as though it would prove his point.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, leaning up and kissing the corner of his lip once before squirming out of his grip. You retrieved one of the few plates that didn’t have a chip missing from the cabinet, transferring the cookies onto it with care. “It took you how many months to talk to me?”

Even if the question wasn’t rhetorical, he decided to treat it that way. He moved closer to you, a possessive hand curling around your waist and lips meeting your shoulder. “To prove you wrong, I’ll come with you to introduce ourselves to the neighbors.” He wanted to keep an eye on them, let them know that his pretty girlfriend was in fact taken before they got any wrong ideas.

Your brow furrowed, immediately suspicious of his motives. “Who are you and what have you done with Joel Miller?” 

He smiled, trying to be sweet and smooth like he used to be when he was younger. Before everything. “Maybe I just want to be nice, wildflower. Ever thought of that?” 

Your eyes dragging across him let him know that you weren’t convinced. The two of you stared at one another, waiting to see who would cave first. Apparently it was you. “Fine, but I know you’re up to something.”

Joel’s hand was firmly planted on the small of your back as you stepped out into the afternoon sun, the whole world looking like it was dipped in gold. You went up the rickety porch stairs first, Joel only a half step behind you as you adjusted the plate to one hand to knock on the door.

He was staring at the way the blue paint was starting to peel, thinking about how no self-respecting man would let his house fall into disrepair like that. No mind that they had only moved in a few days ago, they should’ve repainted the front door by now–it was people’s first impression whenever they walked up to the house.

It took a moment after you knocked for the door to swing open, two blonde idiots who looked like they were straight out of a magazine advertisement standing on the other side. Their blue eyes lit up when they saw you, easy smiles gracing their features like they hadn’t been battle-hardened by the outbreak.

Not like Joel was.

Joel’s fingers dug into your back, his expression hardening. They tempered their excitement when they saw him, standing so close to you that he could practically be your shadow.

He loathed the way they were looking at you, his jaw set tight and flexing beneath his beard. You were talking, he could hear the notes of your voice like you were speaking underwater–he was too focused on the dopey smiles in front of you to even pay attention to what was being said. You made them laugh, they said something back to you. Probably their names if he had to guess.

Before he even realized, you were tugging him back down their porch steps and into your shared home, flitting away to make Joel his own personal batch of cookies like nothing had happened.

–

Three times that week he had come home to find them loitering outside the front door or talking to you along the edge of the freshly painted picket fence. They were always showering you with compliments, be it about your cookies or the flowers you’d carefully planted in the boxes Joel had built you. They scattered whenever Joel was there, making excuses about chores that needed to get done or errands that needed to be finished.

But he knew better.

Of course, you talked about the nice boys next door over dinner, it took everything in him to not immediately scowl at the mention of them. The fact that you referred to them as boys was laughable, they were closer to your age than he was—maybe a few years difference between you at most. Nothing compared to his whopping couple decades. He tried to brush the thought away as quickly as it sprouted.

He humored you, knowing that you just thought that everyone was kind and friendly and honest because you were. That was what he loved about you.

–

The last straw was when he was out in the back installing a porch swing for you to read on. They were doing something, near enough to the tall fence splitting the yards that he could hear them talking as clear as day. 

Joel almost went over there to give them a piece of his mind, listening to them speculate about why you were with him. They were laughing as they bet that he couldn’t even get it up anymore, that there was no way he was taking care of you like a man was supposed to. 

He was old, angry. And you… you weren’t.

He was seething by the time they finished up and went into their house, his hands nearly shaking when he finished screwing the brackets into the roof. Back in the QZ, Joel would have probably fought them—killed them, if he was honest with himself. 

It would be easy to bust down their door and give them his retribution, he wasn’t always the domesticated beast he’d become for you. But nevertheless, he sucked it up. You would be devastated if he fought with them, as much as he would love to feel their skin split under his knuckles. He couldn’t do that to you.

—

It was a few evenings later that he got what he wanted: an opportunity for his revenge. You were on the porch swing with him, the two of you nestled together in the orange rays of the sunset. You both were reading, Joel’s arm tucked around your shoulders so your chin was pressed against his bicep. 

You always were fully immersed in your books, an earthquake could happen and you would have no clue. So you didn’t hear your neighbors’ back door slide open, but Joel did. 

He barely moved, didn’t bother to say a word as his broad hand moved from cupping your shoulder to gently graze around the side of your breast. It was a lazy day for the two of you, you were only dressed in one of Joel’s flannels and pajama shorts that were so loose around your thighs you may as well have never put them on.

You immediately shivered at his touch, your thumb slipping between the pages of your book to hold your place. “Joel, the neighbors,” you whispered, twisting so you could look up at him. 

“Went on a hunting trip, they’re not home,” he said loud enough for them to hear. Hopefully they would have the good sense to shut up. His thumb circled your already stiff nipple, a smirk stretching across his features conspiratorially. “C’mon, Ellie’s at a friend’s house and no one’s here—let’s test out the porch swing.”

Your lips were already parted, the heat building on the back of your neck so intense Joel could feel it through his shirt. “Joel,” you whined in the way that made him get hard as a fucking rock in his pants.

“Yeah?” he asked, suddenly playing dumb as though he hadn’t started it. 

You pouted, your brow furrowing and bottom lip jutting out as you arched your tit further into his hand. He acquiesced immediately—he always did—pinching your nipple through the well worn fabric of his flannel. His reward was a soft moan from you, your body both melting into and arching away from his. 

“What’s my girl want?” Joel asked, his voice a deep rasp as he stamped his lips against your temple. The small of your back was pressed against his oblique, your cheek squishing into his collarbone as he watched your thick thighs press together. He kept toying with your nipple, his free hand setting his book aside and pulling yours from your clutch. “C’mon, you gotta tell me. Can’t read minds.”

You huffed, you always hated it when he made you ask for what you wanted. “Joel please,” you whined, pressing your heels against the cushion that covered the wooden seat and sitting up so you were flush against him.

“Please what?” His free hand skimmed down your side, snapping the stretched-out, elastic waistband of your shorts. It made you squeak, a quiet giggle coming from your throat.

“God, please just touch me,” you whined, your impatience making him chuckle darkly. His hand moved from your waist, tracing over the pudge of your stomach and dipping into your loose sleep shorts. There was nothing beneath, just your soft skin and the curly patch of hair on your pubic bone.

“No panties? You slut,” Joel teased, his fingers traveling even further down until they sunk into your cunt. You were wet and warm, almost scalding his skin as he parted the lips of your sex to find your swollen clit. “And already so soaked.” 

You moaned, a hand winding around his bicep as your back arched. He kissed the crown of your head as he rubbed your clit between the pads of his pointer and middle fingers, slow and soft. He knew you’d complain, beg him for more. He just wondered how long it would take until you did. 

Not long at all, it was maybe half a minute when you rocked your hips impatiently against his hand. “Joel, you’re being mean.” You were loud, louder than you would ever mean to be with the threat of someone possibly catching you.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. “Mean? Not true,” he countered, increasing the pressure he was putting on your clit. If he strained his ears he could hear how wet you were, a quiet squelching noise barely muffled by the fabric of your shorts. You pressed your hips further against his hand, your teeth digging into your lower lip to keep your noises to a minimum.

He dipped to gather more slick at your fluttering entrance, teasing it for a moment before returning to your clit. You were being so good for him, so sweet. His other hand unbuttoned the flannel you were wearing down to your navel, freeing your breast for him to knead and squeeze in his broad palm. 

Your eyebrows bunched together, your lips parting as your gaze was stuck on where his hand disappeared beneath your shorts. “Feeling good?” he asked, relishing in your moan of agreement as you nodded. 

Joel smirked, pulling his hand from your shorts. “No–oh my god,” you protested, nearly up in arms. If looks could kill, he would be struck dead. He stood, his dark eyes briefly looking over the fence to see the neighbors still on their porch, their jaws dropped to their chests.

His smile widened as he sank to his knees in front of you, your protests dropping off as you lifted your hips so he could take your shorts off. A wicked grin stretched on your features, you sucked your bottom lip back into your mouth as your gaze roved over him. You settled so your ass was almost hanging off the porch swing, spreading your legs without Joel having to direct you to do so. 

“You want me to eat this pretty pussy of yours?” he asked, rough hands smoothing along the insides of your soft thighs. Joel wasn’t a man with a weakness for pretty things, but there was something about your slick and puffy pussy dripping for him that made his heart nearly stop.

“Fuck, please, Joel.” He loved the way you begged. 

Joel pressed his mouth to the soaking mess of your sex, moaning at your salty-sweet taste on his tongue. He could never get enough of you, settling one leg over the curve of his shoulder as his other hand pressed your knee to your chest. The sun was shining in his eyes, but he didn’t let it stop him from looking up at your face. He lapped at your cunt with firm, long strokes, practically drinking from you.

In a moment of generosity, he pressed the middle and ring finger of his free hand knuckle-deep in your pussy, pulling a loud and broken moan from your chest. He was smiling into your pussy, suckling at your swollen clit as he pumped his fingers into you.

Your fingers tangled into his dark brown curls, grabbing at them in a way that sent shivers down his spine as you pulled his head flush against you. Joel loved the way your soft thighs pressed against his ears, almost muffling the sweet sounds falling from your pretty lips. Almost. Being outside had made you reckless, the promise of Ellie and the neighbors being gone letting you reach a volume that he hadn’t heard in a long time.

Of course, Joel knew better. He ate you like a starving man, proud that every sound you made was heard by the two men–boys–sitting on the other side of the fence.

His knees on the concrete ached, his back protesting being curled so he could keep his mouth pressed tightly against your weepy cunt. The pain was worth it, every second of it was worth it just to make you fall apart. Just to remind the world that you were his and his alone. 

Your head had fallen back to rest on the bench, your eyes scrunched closed as you gasped. Joel’s fingers crooked inside of you, finding the spongy spot at the front of your cunt. It made you writhe, the hand keeping you spread apart for him pinning you down and forcing you to be somewhat still as he pressed at that spot mercilessly. His eyes remained on you as much as they could, taking in every heaving breath and the way your breasts moved under the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt.

It was only moments more until you were coming apart at the seams. You’d squirmed out of his hold, your heels digging into his broad back. Your legs clamped around his head, your back nearly broken with an arch. The sound you made was almost wounded, a desperate cry of his name as your legs spasmed and you practically gushed over his hand.

He worked you through the aftershocks, your pussy fluttering deliciously around his thick fingers. Your hold on his hair loosened just enough for him to pull away, mouthing at the crease between your thigh and your cunt. You came back to yourself, breathing again as your legs relaxed to rest on his shoulder. He peppered sticky, wet kisses on your inner thighs.

“Joel, oh my god,” you sighed, scrubbing a hand over your face as you panted. A laugh left your chest, making him grin like an idiot as he rested his facial-hair covered cheek against your leg and caught his breath.

“Clean these up for me,” he requested, his soaked fingertips now pressing at her bottom lip. They glistened in the afternoon sunlight, a sticky film coating the entirety of them. You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment, your bratty streak coming through before you submitted and opened your mouth to let his fingers slide against your warm tongue.

You sealed your lips around them, sucking your slick off earnestly and rolling your tongue along his digits. “What a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that,” Joel said as he stood, making eye contact with the neighbors before looking back down at you. His knees protested the movement, cracking a bit as he straightened. 

He had to check to see if they were paying attention, the blush across their faces visible from across the yard.

A hum against his fingers brought Joel’s attention back to you. You watched him through your thick eyelashes, the sight alone making him feel like he was going to blow his load.

Your hands found the tie at his sweatpants, pulling the bow apart impatiently. You let go of his fingers with a pop, your soft lips shiny with a mix of your spit and slick as you started to pull his sweatpants down. “Wanna suck your cock, Joel,” you said, almost sounding drunk on it as your fingers hooked in the elastic waist.

He couldn’t help his smirk, his hand caressing your cheek and jaw as he looked down at you. He could feel two sets of eyes burning into him as he let the silence hang for a moment. You were being so perfect for him and you didn’t even know the extent of it.

“Nuh uh, not tonight,” Joel said, stooping down to press a wet kiss to your forehead. Your whine of protest made his chest puff up with pride. 

He shook his head with a smirk, kneeling down on the cracked concrete again. His poor knees–he would certainly regret the entire escapade tomorrow. Really, he wanted to get you up on his lap and have you ride him until you were crying–but he didn’t want to risk you seeing the neighbors. Or the neighbors seeing any more of you than the back of your head.

Grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you so your entire ass was hanging off the porch swing. The only thing keeping you from falling was his hands and your legs hooking around him for some stability. You were already grabbing at him, fingers twisting in the shirt he still wore. “Want me to fuck you?” 

“Uh huh,” you panted desperately, nodding with a frantic look in your eye. “Please, Joel.”

He smiled, pushing his sweatpants down around his thighs and taking his cock into his hand. You moaned as he rubbed the tip of it along the seam of your pussy and pressed it against your clit. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered as the blunt head of his cock caught, Joel filled you with a quick slot of his hips.

Your head fell back, a whine pulling from your throat as you bore down around him. He almost lost his mind right there, no matter how many times you’d had sex you still were so tight. You both stilled, panting and gripping at one another as you become acquainted, blinking in the afternoon sun.

“God, I love this pussy,” Joel grunted, trying to talk you through it as he started thrusting gently. No matter how quiet he was in his normal life, as soon as he felt you squeezing around his cock he started running his mouth. The hinges of the swing creaked a little as it moved back and forth, his hands anchored to your hips. 

He took you slow, wanting to savor the moment as much as possible. Bitten down grunts and grit teeth were met with your sweet mewls and dulcet moans as he split you apart. One of your hands reached for his, your fingers lacing with his before he pressed your knuckles onto the cushion of the swing. “Wanna hold my hand, sweet girl?” he asked, voice borderline condescending as he did.

You nodded pathetically, gasping every time he rutted inside of you. He’d reduced you to mush, partially formed words dying against your lips as he hit home against the spot inside you that always made your breath lock up in your chest.

“Who do you belong to?” Joel asked, squeezing your hand to get you to come back down to earth. You looked a mess, completely fucked out as you blinked slowly and took a deep breath. It took you a minute to really focus on him, your hand weakly squeezing back. 

“You, Joel,” you answered, teeth scraping along your plump lower lip as you fisted the open flannel still draped around your shoulders.

He chuckled darkly, leaning down toward you as he kept up his almost machine-like pace. “Louder, be a good girl,” he murmured, pressing a wet and sloppy kiss to your throat. You clenched around him at the praise, it had always been one of your weaknesses.

“Joel, m’yours,” you gasped, words broken up by the reverb of his thrusts and the slap of his heavy balls against your ass.

He never had reason to doubt that he was who you wanted to be with, but the reassurance helped ground him. The whole week he’d been wondering if he was holding you back, if you actually wanted something else from life. But with the way you were taking his cock? The way you moaned for him? Hell, the way you looked at him was more than enough. There was no mistaking it for anything other than love. 

“That’s right, you’re mine.” You shifted under him, the angle of your spine letting him hit deeper inside of you. His hand left your waist to grab the soft cheek of your ass, keeping you steady and supported. “No one else’s, right?”

“Yeah, Joel. Just yours.” The assurance was breathy, your voice faltering in your throat as you started to go rigid. You were looking up at Joel so sweetly, tears starting to glisten in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric of his flannel that you wore on the porch swing that he built you at his house. He had a mean possessive streak, but look at you–so happy to be his.

He lost himself. He worked on pure instinct, pistoning into you as he became blind with the desire to pin you down and fill you. You whined as he slammed into you, his sweaty forehead pressing against your sternum and his hands gripping you tight. He could feel you draw up like a spring beneath him.

You lurched on a wail, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that it almost hurt as you came. Joel moaned in sympathy with you, greedily taking in every expression you made beneath him. You whimpered and mumbled unintelligibly, your grip tightening around the hand you still clasped as your limbs locked up. 

Joel lost all semblance of coordination and control, hitching up one of your thighs and driving himself deep into you. Instinct dictated his every move, overriding common sense as he grunted above you like an animal.

He thought his jaw would crack in half from how hard he was clenching it, mumbling nonsense to you through his teeth. There was a lurch deep in his stomach, his abdomen starting to flex as he fell out of his rhythm. It was only a moment more before it felt like his skin was too tight and everything was too hot and he was spilling inside you while groaning your name. 

You were so full that you were leaking around him, come dripping down his balls and splattering on the concrete. Both of you were shaking, breathing each other’s air as your foreheads pressed together. Love filled your expression, making him smile tiredly.

You felt for him, your fingertips caressing his jaw as you brought him in for a gentle kiss. You always brought him back, reminded him to be soft with you when he nearly forgot. His tongue licked into your mouth for a moment before he ducked his head and lazily sucked at your breasts, his hips grinding against yours. You both hissed.

“Want me to run a bath for us?” he asked, his voice thick as he mouthed at the skin of your sternum. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, nodding weakly as your fingers skated up from his beard to curl into his hair. It was sweaty at the nape, curling more violently than before. 

He hummed good-naturedly, pulling out of you with a groan before tucking himself back away in his sweatpants. Joel looked down at the mess he made of you, his come already running down the crack of your ass and dripping onto the concrete. He moaned at the sight, even the shitty porn magazines he’d found on supply runs didn’t compare to this.

He helped you back into your shorts, a fist closing your flannel around your chest as you both shakily stood. You were like a newborn fawn, knees knocking together as you leaned into Joel’s chest. He chuckled breathily, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and holding you close. A soft I love you was whispered against your temple, a gentle reply following from you.

Joel glanced over the fence as he walked you to the sliding glass door, a proud glint in his eye as he met the shocked stares of your new neighbors. He winked at them, squeezing you tighter before bringing you inside with him.

[madhatterbri]

Proposal | N.J.

Summary: 6.) Christmas morning proposal

I NEED this with Nick Jackson!

Requested by: Anonymous

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"She is going to say no," Nick repeated to his older brother for the hundredth time.

The brothers stared at the ring box on the car dash. Y/N's specifications of a perfect ring rested in that box. There was no reason Matt could think of that she would say no. They were so madly in love with each other it was almost sickening.

"She isn't going to say no. The two of you wake up, you give her the scratch off asking her will you marry me, and get down on one knee. She says yes, and then the two of you live happily ever after," Matt spoke. He tried to hide the tension in his voice.

Nick sighed and rubbed his brown hair. His brother was right, of course, but he was so nervous. The thought of no longer waking up next to Y/N frightened him.

Matt turned his head quickly when he saw his front door open. Y/N walked out with some of the gifts from the family. She blended right in with everyone. "She's coming, hide the ring,"

Nick grabbed the ring box and hid it in his pocket. Matt got out of the car.

"Hey, Matt, I just wanted to thank you again for another wonderful time," Y/N gushed. She wrapped an arm around him in a hug. Matt hugged her back.

"No problem at all. See the two of you for New Year's Eve,"

Nick could barely sleep that night. His sleep riddled with nightmares of every horrible outcome. She was going to say no. He knew it. There was no way she could say yes to something so cheesy. Their love of gambling made him think it was a good idea. He hoped it was.

The Christmas morning sunlight peaked through the window. His tired, light eyes watched her. Her face scrunched from the invading sun. Soon, she woke up and looked at him.

"Merry Christmas, handsome. You are up early," she commented. "Everything okay?"

"Everything is wonderful, babe," he answered. He gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Want to skip breakfast and open the gifts first?"

Y/N chuckled sleepily. "You are worse than the kids, but if you want to I am down,"

Nick smirked. "Perfect,"

In no time at all, wrapping paper littered the floors. Stockings were now void of any presents. The ring was still left in their room. It was now or never. If Y/N went to Matt's New Years Eve party without a ring, he'd rag on him forever.

"Hey, I think I left one of your gifts in the room. I'll be right back," Nick told her. He rushed off before she could see how nervous he was.

"Alright, I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast," she called back.

Nick scurried to the bedroom. He grabbed the scratch off and placed the ring box in his pocket.

"Jesus, please let her say yes," he mumbled. With one last deep breath, he walked out to the kitchen.

"Hey beautiful, I managed to pick you up a scratch off," he informed her.

Y/N lowered the temperature to one of the burners. "A scratch off?"

A smile broke out on her face when she saw it. She grabbed the card from his hand. "Let's hope this turns out to be something good,"

"I hope so," Nick muttered.

Y/N rummaged through her purse for a coin. She managed to grab a penny at the bottom. Nick watched carefully as she scratched the left side of the card.

"Would you look at those three coins in a row. It's so strange it doesn't tell you the prize unless you scratch the right box," Y/N pointed out. She showed him the card as if he didn't already know what the other box said.

"Scratch it and see. Congratulations on the winning, babe,"

Y/N smiled and started to scratch the box while looking at him. "I am already a winner. I have you,"

She turned her head to see her prize.

Will You

💍

Marry Me?

"Um, Nick, I think... I think there is something with this," she stopped. Nick was before her on one knee. The ring box in his hand. The ring she expressed to her liking nestled inside.

"Will you marry me, Y/N?" He asked nervously.

"Of course I will," she practically screeched at him. Nick sighed in relief. He grabbed her left hand. The ring slid perfectly onto her ring finger. "I love you, Y/N,"

"I love you so much, Nick," she told him. Tears running down her cheeks.

Matt sat on his couch contently. The kids were playing with their new gifts. He won major husband brownie points for the gifts he bought his wife. Life was certainly good. His phone went off, signaling a text message. The message came with an attachment.

When he opened the message, a picture of Nick and Y/N appeared. Their foreheads pressed together. Y/N's face flushed and eyes watery as if she had been crying. Her hand was placed on his cheek. The ring on her finger.

Three little words appeared under the image.

She said yes.

[madhatterbri]

What is in the water this Friday morning?!?

Requested by multiple people, who I couldn't tell no to.

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Talk to Me (18+)

Jey Uso x f/Reader

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Nick Wayne x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Each part will have unprotected sex. Cum in pussy. 1) voyeurism. Elevator sex. 2) oral (f receiving) a bit of hair pulling. 3) Riding. Biting.

All requested by anonymous . Hope you all like it.

WC: 1127

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B1: Extensive talking during foreplay/sex

1: Jey Uso x f/Reader

We couldn't keep our hands to ourselves as we were in the elevator, taking it up to the floor where my hotel room is.

Her leg was wrapped around my waist, holding me close to her as I grinded my jean covered cock against her.

"I'm not wearing any panties." She muttered against my lips, forcing a small groan to fall from my lips as imagined her not wearing any while we were out to to dinner with out friends.

"Jey, please, I need you inside of me." She whined just as the elevator came to halt, and an announcement over the intercom coming on saying we would be here awhile.

She reached down between our bodies to undo my pants.

"I am not waiting. Please Jey, take me."

I groaned as she started to beg me as her hand wrapped around my cock, jerking it off.

"How can I resist such a plea?" I asked as I moved her hand aside, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy, pushing in slowly.

I watched her face as she took my cock inch by inch in her pussy. Her mouth hanging open slightly, as I pushed the final inch inside of her.

Soft whines came out of her mouth.

"That's it babygirl. You feel so good wrapped around me." I told her as I pulled back and thrust back inside of her.

"You like this don't you? Knowing that someone could be watching us right now." My hips sped up at the thought of some perv jerking off at the two of us.

I chocked as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock at my words.

"Come on baby, yes squeeze me." I moaned as I leaned in and bit her neck, soothing the bite with my tongue as I changed my angle just a bit, making her cry out of my name.

"Say my name again baby." I moaned, feeling how close I was.

"Jey."

"Again!" I demanded, hoping they can hear her moan my name.

"Jey, oh fuck, Jey." Her head flung back against the wall.

"Come for me baby. I need you to," I didn't even get the final word out as she came, her pussy squeezing my cock as her body gently shook.

I followed right behind her, groaning her name as I looked right into the camera.

"Come on baby, say hi to whatever audience we may have." I grabbed her chin, and turned her head up as I thrust into her one last time, making sure she got ever drop.

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2) Dominik Mysterio x f/Reader

Turning Dominik on doesn't take much.

A few simple words and he is a right puddle in my hand.

Just like now as I am laying in our bed, and he is about to head out to go train, but I have other ideas.

"Dom, please baby." I whined as I watched him gather is stuff for training.

"You know I have to go." He said without looking over at me.

"But I need you Dom." I said as I flung the blanket off my body, spreading my thighs, just as he turned around to say something else.

His eyes zoned in out soaked pussy, as I trailed my hand down my body, over his old t-shirt I was wearing and started to finger myself.

"I need you inside of me. I can only cum with you." I whimpered as I leisurely thrust a finger in and out of me.

He dropped his workout bag as I walked towards me. "I want your mouth on me."

Dominik nodded his head in agreement, already pussy drunk and he hasn't even touched me yet.

"Come and taste me Dom." That was all he needed as he practically dived between my spread legs, his firm hands holding me down as he started to eat me out, making me cry out his name as he quickly brought me to the edge.

◆

"Right there Dom." I moaned as he fucked me from behind.

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop." I cried out as I am on the brink once more."

Dom was quietly moaning my name throughout all of this.

His phone was on his nightstand, going crazy with calls and text messages from his friends, wondering where he was.

"Pull my hair." I demanded, knowing it would be what I needed to finish this one last time.

Dom didn't disappoint as he wrapped my hair around hid closed fist and tugged, not too hard, but enough for a pained whimper to leave my lips as I came for the last time today.

"Dom, baby, inside. Cum now." I called out, wanting him to cum at the same time as me.

Dom never disappoints to listen to me, my eyes going wide as he filled my pussy with his cum.

It felt like an eternity until he finally stopped coming and pulled out.

"Now you can go and train." I told him as I rolled out of bed to go and shower.

I stopped at the door frame to out washroom.

"You can join me."

I giggled as I heard his feet hit the ground to join me in the washroom.

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3) Nick Wayne x f/Reader

"You like that?" I asked her as she rode me, my face buried in chest as I nipped her skin there. She nodded her head yes.

Her bouncing in my lap had me gritting my teeth so I didn't come so fast.

"You're pussy feels amazing baby." I said kissing up her neck.

"You feel amazing Nick." She whined making me smile against her skin.

I rolled us over, holding her against my body as I fucked her into the mattress.

"Tell me what you want." I said.

"Nick." She cried out after a hard thrust.

"I'm right here gorgeous. Tell me what you want."

"Faster." My pace instantly picked up at her request.

"Like this baby? Or Harder?"

"Faster, harder, please just fuck me." She cried.

"I got you."

The only sounds you could hear in the room was my cock going in and out of her drenched pussy.

"Cum for me. I can feel her squeezing the shit out of me. Cum, now!"

She let out a load moan as she came, her pussy squeezing even tighter around my cock if that was even possible.

I followed right behind her, groaning her name as I stilled and came. Her pussy fluttering around my cock, truing to squeeze every last drop out of me.

"That was incredible." She gasped as I pulled out, watching my cum leak from her pussy.

"Yeah, it was. Want to go again?"

She gently slapped my chest, laughing while saying my name.

[midwestmade29]

Play With Me 😏

Thank you to Anonymous for sending in this request! 🥰 Word Count: 1,064 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF by: @supakixbabe

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🙂

There's just something about Nick Jackson and his hair that does things to you...

There are many things to love about Nick, from his beautiful blue eyes to his silliness, to his kind soul and his athleticism. Sure, those were just a few things that made you fall hard for him, but one of the first things you noticed about Nick was his hair. It’s usually secured in a hair tie or under a hat, but your favorite is when he lets it down just for you. It doesn’t matter if it’s wet from him taking a shower or if it’s a tangled mess, you always have your fingers running through it. You love the way he closes his eyes and instantly relaxes when you play with his long strands, braiding them, twisting them around your finger, or brushing them. It’s a simple act of love and intimacy, but it’s definitely your favorite.

It was rare that you both had a night with nothing going on and no place to be. The quiet moments like these felt like they were few and far between, so you were taking full advantage of the alone time. You fixed Nick’s favorite meal for dinner and afterwards the two of you settled on the couch to watch a movie. About halfway through, Nick ended up resting his head in your lap, and you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair. He wrapped his arms around one of your legs and nuzzled in close, his eyes still focused on the movie until his phone started ringing. He grabbed it off the ottoman and silenced it when he saw that it was Matt. “I’ll call him back later,” he shrugged. Instead of returning his attention back to the tv, he turned and laid on his side facing you, his blue eyes looking up at you with a smile on his face. “This is nice,” he commented affectionately. Your stroked his cheek with your fingers, making Nick melt into your touch. “What’s nice?” you asked curiously. “Having you all to myself. Spending time together with no interruptions or things we have to do. I don’t remember the last time we had an entire evening to do whatever we wanted,” Nick said coyly while planting a soft kiss on the top of your thigh. “Mr. Jackson, are you hinting at something?” Suddenly, you weren’t interested in the movie anymore.

With his head still on your lap, he kept his eyes on you as his fingertips lightly grazed your skin as his hand made its way underneath your shirt. When his fingers brushed up against your bra, you felt a rush of heat in between your legs. Nick had quite the effect on your body, no matter how soft or gentle his touch was. He began rubbing your nipple through the lacy fabric, causing you to squirm a little at the friction. “I take it we’re done watching the movie?” you teased. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather watch you come undone instead,” Nick sat up, grabbed the tv remote and shut it off before standing up. He held his hand out to you, and you gladly took it as he helped you to your feet. He kissed your lips hungrily, making quick work of getting your clothes off. They ended up in a pile on the floor making Nick smile appreciatively at your bare skin. His arms snaked around your sides; his fingers unhooked your bra with ease. When he slid it down your arms, he smirked at the goosebumps that had spread all over your body, “So beautiful, Y/N,”

In no time, Nick’s clothes joined yours on the floor, and he was now sitting on the couch. “Come here,” he said softly. You placed your legs on each side of his thighs, his hard length standing at attention just waiting for you to take it inside of you. Your cunt hovered above his tip, your wetness barely coating it which made the both of you gasp at the sensation. Before Nick took one of your stiff peaks into his mouth, he playfully teased you, “Your body is giving yourself away, Y/N. I don’t think you were interested in watching the movie either,” While his tongue flicked and glided over your nipple, he massaged your other breast with his hand, making you whimper at the pleasure, “Nick please! I need you!” He was unphased by your plea as he moved his mouth over to your other nipple and repeated the same ritual as he did on the other one.

Your hips started rocking causing your folds to slide around on his length, making your arousal grow that much more. You decided to take the lead when you reached between your legs, grabbing hold of Nick’s throbbing cock and positioning it at your entrance. As your tight cunt pulled him in inch by inch, you both cursed under your breath. “Jesus, Y/N! You feel incredible!” he moaned against your collarbone. You picked up your pace, rocking yourself as deeply and as quickly as you could while the delicious pressure continued building deep in your core. Nick’s hair was twisted and tangled around your fingers while his own were gripping your hips tightly, leaving little red marks on the skin there. When you tugged and pulled his hair, he hissed from the slight sting, but he didn’t stop you when you did it again. “I-I’m so close! So, fucking close Nick!” fell from your lips as you felt yourself about to topple over the edge.

Nick watched as you fell apart, a big grin covered his entire face as your body shuddered against him. You continued to ride out your release, bringing him over the edge with you as he filled you with everything he had to give. You rested your forehead on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him while the both of you caught your breath and came down from your high. He groaned when you eventually removed yourself from him but reveled in the way your body felt against his skin. “You know anytime another person sits in this spot on the couch, I’m going to have a flashback to this moment, right?” Nick jested.

Through your laughter, you managed to squeak out a reply, “And you know that anytime I ever watch this movie again, I’ll be thinking about the same thing.”

[wintrwinchestr]

lather (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

moodboard by @iamasaddie

summary: you decide to try shaving your pussy for the first time on your first night settling into jackson with joel. he accidentally nicks you while helping you shave, but he makes sure to kiss it all better <3

warnings: 18+, smut, early jackson joel, established d/s relationship, porn with some plot (probably too much), oral (f receiving), innocence kink/roleplay, daddy kink (bordering on ddlg), shaving, a bit of insecure reader, blood (tried to keep it short & not very graphic), sprinkle of humiliation, pet names (darlin’, baby, babygirl, lil’ girl, honey, sweet girl, etc), joel refers to reader’s pussy as she/her, spitting, reader can be lifted by joel and has hair that can be tucked behind her ear, implied *legal* age gap (reader went to school in the qz)

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this fic is based on an nsfw audio by u/organ_donor86 on reddit!! i went to reddit and found it again so i could properly credit them for the inspiration, but i haven’t heard the full audio in probably 2 years so this fic is only based on what i could remember of the premise <3 this is my first time writing smut, nice comments and reblogs are appreciated if you enjoyed!!

You were sat on the end of the first clean, comfortable bed you had encountered in twenty years, taking in the surroundings of the charming bedroom you now found yourself in: The deer antler lamp emanating a warm glow from the bedside table, the framed paintings of various Wyoming-native wildlife hung up on the walls, the earth-toned woven rug beneath your bare feet. You took a deep breath, savoring the smell of a house that had never known decay. For the first time since outbreak day, you felt safe. Truly safe. Of course, Joel did his best to protect you as you traveled together over the last year or so since you met him, but you were never really without a looming threat of danger nearby.

His familiar, comforting voice startled you out of your daze.

“Y’ alright, babygirl? Settlin’ in okay?”

You looked over to where Joel was standing in the doorway, freshly showered and changed into a clean flannel and jeans.

You smiled with a relaxed sigh, flitting your eyes around the room again. “Yeah, I like it here, it’s cozy… Can’t wait to finally get a good night’s sleep in this bed tonight.”

“I’m with ya, baby, Maria ‘n Tommy gave us a real nice place, huh? Speakin’ of which, it’s about dinnertime, I think they just started servin’ it up down at the dinin’ hall. Why don’t we all go get somethin’ to eat together, hm? I know you must be hungry, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened and your smile dropped a bit at the prospect of socializing with strangers, especially after the exhausting day you’d had getting to Jackson. Joel clocked your expression immediately, approaching where you were sat on the bed with slow strides. He gently pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

“I know, my babygirl’s a shy one, huh? There’ll be a lotta people down there, I know…” He stroked a lock of hair behind your ear with his other hand. “Why don’t I go down there myself and see about bringin’ back some plates for us to eat together, just you and me? We’ll save the introductions for tomorrow, alright, darlin’?”

You nodded, your shoulders relaxing as your anxiety was soothed by his reassurances. He smiled down at you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Alright, sit tight, honey, Daddy’ll be right back… We’ll have a nice lil’ night together.” Another soft kiss, to your lips this time, and he was gone from the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You got up from the bed and padded over to the window. Peering out to the main road, you could see a crowd of people lined up outside the dining hall to get their evening meal. You figured you had at least fifteen minutes or so until Joel returned, deciding to take the opportunity to explore more of the house while you waited.

You wandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway, peeking your head around the doorframe of the first room you came upon. You reached out your arm and blindly felt around for the lightswitch, flicking it on once you found it. You were still standing in the doorway, knowing by now to wait a beat for the roaches to scatter before stepping fully inside. But to your surprise, there were none. The fluorescent ceiling light revealed the room to be a bathroom, a clean one at that. 

You stepped over the threshold, immediately taking notice of the charming basket of homemade-looking toiletries perched on the sink’s granite countertop. It might as well have been Christmas morning, the overwhelming joy you felt at the idea of getting to take a bath in a clean tub with soap after all these years. 

You picked up a white bar of soap from the basket and brought it to your nose, your eyelids fluttering closed as you inhaled its sweet vanilla scent. When you opened your eyes again, you noticed something even more enticing in the basket: a razor. The QZ school you attended had allowed the boys to have them in order to keep their facial hair under control, but deemed them a non-essential for the girls. Which, you supposed, was true, but you had still always fantasized about having a smooth, hairless body like the girls you had seen in wrinkled magazines and faded movie posters.

Your newly acquired shaving supplies planted an idea in your head: you were going to surprise Joel by shaving your pubic area for the first time. You imagined what it would be like to make a move on him after dinner, getting him hot and bothered, letting him carry you back up to the bedroom to have his way with you, and the wanton look on his face when he pulled down your cotton panties to find your pussy glistening and bare for him for the first time.

You practically tripped over your own feet in your rush to close the bathroom door. You quickly stripped off your worn jeans and underwear, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom to be dealt with later. You plugged up the sink and began to fill it with warm water, hoisting yourself up onto the countertop.

You swished the bar of soap around in the water, then rubbed it on a small patch of hair to create some suds. You placed the razor onto your soapy mound, then dragged it upward along your skin toward your belly button. Removing the hair proved to be more difficult than expected, and you were surprised to find that it hurt. It felt like you had just ripped out the hair instead of shaving it clean off. Just as you had touched the razor to the same thatch of hair to try again, you heard Joel’s heavy footsteps approaching, returning with your dinner much sooner than you had expected. 

He was slowly turning the knob before you had a chance to get up and lock the door. “You in here, darlin? I was callin’ your name but you weren’t respondin’, and you weren't in the bedroom…”

“Sorry, Daddy… I’m just, um… doing something…” you responded, not very convincing in your flustered state.

“Can I come in, baby?”

You hummed your permission and he pushed the door open. The concerned look on his face dissolved when he saw you, worried at first that you might have been crying. His eyebrows raised and his lips parted in realization as he took in the sight of you before him.

“What’re you doin’ in here, darlin’, hm?”

“I… I wanted it to be a surprise. Wanted to shave it for you…” you admitted with a defeated pout.

“Oh babygirl… you know I’ve never cared about what you look like down there, don’t you?” You suddenly felt shy under his gaze, beginning to regret giving in to your girlish idea.

“I know, but… just wanted to look pretty for you, that’s all… like the girls in the magazines…”

“Oh, baby… you’re already the prettiest lil’ angel I ever laid eyes on… But if you really wanna shave her, Daddy’ll help you, sweet girl, don’t gotta keep struggling…”

He pulled up the worn little wooden stool from the corner of the bathroom and took a seat between your spread legs, gesturing for you to hand him the razor and bar of soap. You gave them up reluctantly, placing them delicately into his calloused hand. Your lips were still formed into a little pout, upset that your surprise had been ruined.

He dipped the vanilla-scented bar into the sink again, then rubbed it back and forth along the same vertical strip of skin above the hood of your clit that you had tried to start shaving first. He took note of the shoddily clipped hairs and how the skin beneath them was already looking a bit irritated from your misguided attempt.

“Gotta shave in the direction of the hair first, honey… like this…” He swished the razor in the water, then demonstrated the technique. The fingers of his left hand were splayed out across your lower tummy, his thumb pointed down, tugging the skin up towards your belly button as he shaved downward with his right. “See, baby? Just like this…” He did a few passes over the area, rinsing the razor in between each one. 

You were mesmerized by his movements, watching his expert fingers work to remove coarse hair, revealing velvet smooth skin underneath. His hands looked so strong and competent as they moved from one patch of hair to the next, his brows furrowed and his tongue peeking out from between his plush lips in concentration.

You felt your core becoming wet as he exposed more bare skin to the bathroom’s cool air, his warm breath ghosting over your clit with each careful stroke of the razor. As he pulled away to admire how his work was coming along, the focused tension between his eyebrows released, noticing your hole beginning to drip.

“Oh…” he breathed, gathering some of your wetness on his thumb and bringing it closer to his face, inspecting it. “What’s all this honey, hm? This just from Daddy helpin’ you shave your lil’ pussy?” He sucked his thumb into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering as he savored the flavor. “Taste so sweet, babygirl… always so fuckin’ sweet f’ me…”

You nodded and whimpered at his words, heat rising to your cheeks at his slight mocking tone. “Can’t help it, Daddy…” Your hips started twitching of their own volition, rocking upward toward where his lips were now curled into a faux-sympathetic pout. You knew this was part of a little game he liked to play with you, the one where he made you feel a little embarrassed for being so easily turned on by him.

“I know, honey, I know… Lil’ girl can’t ever help herself, always gets wet f’ me so easily, doesn’t she? But you gotta hold still f’ me, let Daddy finish helpin’ you shave, okay?”

You gave another quick little nod and a hum of agreement that came out sounding more like a pathetic whine, and tried your best to control the movements of your pelvis as he got back to work.

But his big, warm hand was spread out over the delicate skin of your tummy again, and his lips were so close to being right where you wanted them, and what little self control you had been able to muster was quickly beginning to slip away. You were nearly able to contain yourself for the rest of his shaving, but your eager hips betrayed you on what would have been the final pass of the razor, giving a swift little buck toward Joel’s face despite your best efforts to keep still.

He wasn’t prepared for your sudden movement, and the sharp blades nicked the skin of one of your outer lips. You let out a startled cry as a little crimson pearl began to bloom on your sensitive skin. Joel gasped and was quick to apologize, even though your injury was really due to your own desperation. “Oh, Christ… I’m sorry, babygirl, I’m so sorry… here, gimme a tissue, baby.” 

With a shaky hand, you reached over to the box of tissues sitting on the back of the toilet, plucking one out to hand to him. He dropped the razor in favor of the tissue, balling it up and gently pressing it to the little cut. His free hand quickly came up to the side of your face, smoothing his thumb across your cheekbone. “You okay, babygirl? I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean t’ hurt ya… told ya to keep still for me, baby…”

He wiped away a tear that had slipped from your lashes as you sniffled. “I’m okay, Daddy, jus’ scared me… stings a lil’ bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does… my poor girl. Daddy shoulda been more careful, knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, needy lil’ thing… But you know what, babygirl? Daddy knows somethin’ that’ll help, that’ll make it stop hurtin’...”

“What is it?” you asked, soft voice still wavering slightly.

“Well, I read somewhere a long time ago… that spit can help a lot with lil’ cuts and things…”

You could tell this was part of one of the other little games you liked to play together. The one where you pretended to be innocent and inexperienced, when in reality, Joel had made sure you were anything but. But you liked this game, it put butterflies in your tummy and made your weeping hole quiver when you played the part for him.

“It… it can?” you wondered with a naive-sounding lilt.

“Oh yeah, babygirl, you never heard o’ that before? Spit can help a whole lot, ‘specially Daddy’s spit, can make it feel all better, darlin’...” The stained tissue now discarded, his thumbs gently stroked the slick pink skin of your outer lips as he spoke, careful to avoid your little injury. “And your lil’ baby pussy is a real uncomfortable place to have a cut like this, too… Don’t want my girl hurtin’...”

Your eyebrows were knit together with need as you released a pathetic whimper, your breath hitching and heat rising from your fluttering tummy all the way up to your cheeks. He barely concealed a smirk as he noticed the change in your demeanor, knowing how this particular game had always affected you.

“Whaddya say, sweet girl, hm? You wanna give it a try? You want Daddy to kiss it all better?”

You nodded frantically, your mouth slightly agape as you began to pant out of desperation.

He was quick to deliver a small swat to your inner thigh at your unspoken answer.

“Words, baby, you know better…”

“Y-yes, Daddy, please, want you to kiss it better, make it stop hurting…”

“There you go, good girl. Spread your legs a lil’ more for me, honey, let me see her…”

You wiggled your thighs further apart on top of the counter, giving him full access to your now soaking cunt. 

“There she is, baby, she’s cryin’ for me, ain’t she? Needs her Daddy to make her feel all better…”

He placed a few wet kisses to the afflicted area before looking up at you with apologetic eyes. “How’s that feel, babygirl? She still hurtin’?”

You nodded your head with a pathetic little cry, mindlessly chasing after his mouth with your hips. “Still hurts, Daddy…” you vocalized your answer this time. 

“Yeah? Poor lil’ pussy… She need some more lovin’ from her Daddy? More of his spit to help make her feel good again?”

Another frantic nod, another eager mewl. “M-more… please, Daddy…” 

“Alright, babygirl, don’t you worry, Daddy’ll give her some more…”

He latched his lips onto your swollen clit, alternating between sucking it into his mouth and giving it soft kitten licks. His large hands were firmly planted on the inside of each of your thighs, keeping you spread wide as he devoured you. You were already so sensitive from his teasing, it wasn’t going to take much more to push you over the edge. You were practically riding his face, your hips canting feverishly into his mouth with each expert drag of his tongue across your folds. 

When he started fucking his tongue into your bitty hole, swirling it around and then licking back up to your clit to circle it, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Please, Daddy, please… feels so good, ‘s too much, gonna cum, Daddy…”

“Yeah? I dunno, babygirl, I don’t think she’s healed all the way just yet… might still need some more takin’ care of,” he murmured into your pussy before pulling his head away to spit directly onto your cunt. The lewd action was enough to launch you into your orgasm right then, his head still between your legs, slurping up the divine combination of his saliva and your sweet juices. As you rode it out, his tongue maintained a gentle, steady strum on your clit, eliciting breathy whines of please and yes and Daddy…

When you finally came down from your high, your breath catching up to you and your hips stilling, your pussy twitched one last time at the sight of Joel’s wrecked face. He was smirking up at you, his face soaked with your slick, thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your thighs. 

“Well, I reckon it worked, whaddya think, darlin’? She feelin’ better now?”

“Much better… thank you Daddy…” you sighed, still catching your breath.

“You’re welcome, babygirl, such pretty manners… Now, why don’t we get ourselves cleaned up and have some dinner, hm? I even brought back a slice o’ huckleberry pie for ya if you eat all your vegetables like a good girl…”

You lit up immediately at the promise, prompting Joel to reach into the basket and pull out a soft, cream-colored washcloth. He dunked it in the water, squeezing out the excess, and carefully cleaned up your now freshly bare pussy. When he was done, you took the washcloth from him, rinsing it in the sink before repeating his cleansing process on his own face. He helped you up off the counter before leaving the bathroom, returning promptly with a fresh set of clothes for you to change into. He helped you into a clean pair of panties, which you noted felt nice against your naked skin, then into a warm sweatshirt and comfortable leggings.

He carried you into the kitchen and sat you down at the little table set for two. You ate your dinners together by soft candlelight, relishing the feeling of having a sturdy roof over your heads and warm food in your stomachs.

You supposed tonight, and this little house in Jackson, represented a new beginning in more ways than one.

tag list: @beefrobeefcal @gracieispunk @iamasaddie @rebel-held

[nikkeora]

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬 - p.j

summary; who knew life threatening situations made you reevaluate your love life?

pairing; percy jackson x demigod!fem!reader

word count; 7.5k

warning(s); mild mentions of injury, spoilers for ttc

a/n; i'm guessing you meant the titan's curse? i changed a few things, but i hope this was what you had in mind. if not, feel free to send another request :)

the ending is schist. sorry.

You were on a dark hillside, shrouded in fog. Wisps of haze stuck and clung to your hair and clothes like cat hair, refusing to come off even when you tried to brush it away. Up above, you couldn't see the sky—just a close, heavy darkness, as if you were in a cave. From every direction, the same amount of pressure pushed down on you, like you were hundreds of miles below sea level. The place felt more like a deep-sea cavern than anything.

You felt like you were suffocating.

Thorn was long gone, you could tell. The smell of his disgusting cologne was nowhere to be found. A good thing, you supposed, as it really was rather horrible. On the down side, though, that meant you were completely stranded alone in the middle of nowhere.

"Thorn!" You called. Your own voice made your head pound. Raising a hand up to the back of your head with much more effort than you would like to admit, you felt something warm and sticky matting your hair. You grimaced. "Where are you? Why did you bring me here?"

You waited a minute or two before deciding that you were, in fact, on your own. Standing up only to drop back down, you hissed as you clutched your leg. Looking down at your calf, you gagged. Where one of Thorn's spikes had nicked you, the skin around the cut had turned a greenish-purplish colour, the cut itself scabbing over in a yellow-brown-black mess. He'd said his poison only causes pain; infections were a whole different problem.

You struggled up the hill, trying to reach the top. Maybe you'd be able to see if anything was around here from up high, though you doubted there would be anything for miles around. As you climbed, you vaguely noticed old, broken Greek columns of black marble scattered around, as though something had blasted a huge building to ruins.

Climbing over a section of broken wall, you finally made it to the crest of the hill. What you saw made your heart drop into your shoes.

On the rocky ground lay a boy with messy black hair and a tattered orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. He was crumpled like a soda can, and he seemed to be in pain. The blackness seemed to be thicker around him, the fog swirling hungrily. Squinting your eyes, you could see his eyes screwed shut with the effort of.. well, you couldn't quite tell. Whatever it was, it seemed horrible.

"Percy?" You whispered in shock, making your way toward him. As you walked closer, the air grew thicker and thicker, almost buzzing with electricity and the smell of ozone.

Percy's eyes cracked open when he heard your voice. Then they were wide with panic and relief.

"Y/N!" He called. "Help me! Please!"

You ran forward until you were no more than a few inches away from where he was standing—well, 'standing' is a strong word.. 'trying extremely hard not to be flattened into a Percy pancake' would be more accurate, now that you properly saw the state he was in. His hands were propped up next to his shoulders in an odd manner, like he was trying to hold up something massive and invisible.

Panic jolted into your brain as you registered his words. You reached out to touch his face.. then stopped at the last minute. He looked off; you couldn't tell why. Icy little needles prickled at the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine.

"Please, it's killing me." He said again. You took a step back.

"What happened?" You asked warily. Seeing Percy like this broke your heart, but something just felt wrong.

"They left me here," Percy groaned. You could've sworn his eyes looked almost yellow as he squeezed them shut again. He seemed to be struggling against some invisible curse, as though the fog were squeezing him to death.

Studying him closely again, you shook your head. You were just about to take another couple steps back when Percy's knees buckled. He yelped in surprise and almost toppled, but regained his balance in the last second. His face paled.

In the scarce light, Thalia's pine tree glimmered a soft green hue on one of the beads on his camp necklace. There was no Golden Fleece hanging from its branches.

The darkness above him began to crumble, like a cavern roof in an earthquake. Huge chunks of black rock began falling. You rushed in just as a crack appeared, and the whole ceiling dropped. You held it somehow—tons of rock. You kept it from collapsing on you and Percy just with your own strength. It was impossible. You shouldn't have been able to do that.

Just as the debris stopped falling, Percy rolled free, gasping. "Thanks." He managed. You clenched your jaw to steel yourself.

"Don't just lay there," you groaned.

Percy caught his breath. His face was covered in sweat and grime. He rose unsteadily.

Then, he flickered. Literally. His whole image flickered like the flame of a candle. You would've just brushed it off as something your brain made up from being put in such a stressful situation, but then it happened again. And again. Eventually, Percy flickered away..

..and Luke stood in his place.

"I knew I could count on you." He said, a crooked smirk twisting his face. He reached for his Camp Half-Blood necklace, and you realized there were glowing green runes etched onto every one of the six beads. Magic. Of course.

"Castellan." You spat, almost forgetting about the crushing weight on your shoulders as white-hot anger made your blood boil. "You prick."

"Nice to see you haven't changed," Luke said. He began to walk away as the trembling blackness threatened to pulverize you.

"Help. Me." You gritted your teeth. The words tasted bitter on your tongue. You knew it was no use; you were grasping at straws. But holding up literal tons of rock can make you do weird things.

"Oh, don't worry," Luke said. "Your help is on the way. It's all part of the plan. In the meantime, try not to die."

The ceiling of darkness began to crumble again, pushing you against the ground.

—

It's amazing how one perceives time when holding literal tons of stone.

At first, every second goes by agonizingly slow. Just when you think you're getting used to the weight, the ceiling cracks some more, piling more rocks on top of you until you're nearly squished like a bug. Once that cycle repeats a dozen or so times, you realize that a couple hours have passed, judging by the members of Kronos's army chatting amongst themselves while they stride by. You'd never been more relieved to hear dracanae making dinner plans.

Luke had said your 'help' was coming. You didn't know what poor soul was going to be trapped here next, but you couldn't help but hope they arrived quickly. As much as you didn't want anyone other than Luke to bear this weight, you were certain you'd die if they didn't. Maybe you could take turns once they arrived.

You were tired. Your legs trembled, threatening to give out at any moment. Your bones felt like they were on fire.

In front of you, a throne of black marble had been strategically placed in the shadows so that whoever was sitting on it wasn't really visible unless you got really close. Ugh, villains and their ambiance. It oddly resembled the chair from that one Lincoln statue, albeit a bit smaller in size. Fortunately, you were far enough away from it that you didn't have to look at the ugly face of whoever was on the throne.

Your eyes had been screwed shut for a while when you heard the clanking of chains drawing near. The sound scraped to a stop a couple feet in front of you. You peeled open your eyes to see what was about to go down.

A small girl with auburn hair was shoved forward by a meaty hand. She had chains of celestial bronze binding her hands and feet like some medieval prisoner. Her silvery dress was torn and tattered. Her face and arms were cut in several places, and she was bleeding ichor, the golden blood of the gods.

A goddess?

"How is our mortal guest?" A male voice boomed. Its force made the ground and the boulders on your shoulders vibrate. Your head pounded in protest. You'd compare it to a bass guitar, but that would be offensive to bass guitars.

Luke emerged from the shadows. He ran and knelt beside you, then looked back at the unseen man. "She's fading. We must hurry." You vaguely wished you could bite his hand off.

Hey, he's in range, just under the rocks.

You were tempted to just drop everything and let it crush everyone to death. You decided against it, only because of the goddess in chains. There was no way she'd be able to escape.

"You heard the boy," said the man in the shadows. "Decide!"

Shut up, you thought irritably. The world buzzed with every word he spoke, and you were not a fan of that.

The girl's eyes flashed with anger. You supposed she must have been either a minor goddess or extremely drained, because she didn't seem able to just will the chains to explode or make herself disappear. Maybe the chains prevented her, or some magic about this dark, horrible place.

The goddess looked at you, and her expression changed to concern and outrage. "How dare you torture a maiden like this!"

Maiden? You mused. The ceiling piled more boulders on you, and you almost crumpled, barely regaining your balance in time. Must be Artemis. You decided, groaning weakly. From what you recalled, Artemis was the protector of women. Besides, silver.

"She will die soon," Luke said. "You can save her."

Like you'd care.

"Free my hands," Artemis said.

Don't be stupid, you caught yourself thinking. You thanked the fact that the gods couldn't read minds. Well, most of them, anyway.

Luke strided over to her. He brought out his sword, Backbiter, and broke the goddess's handcuffs in one swift strike. You promised yourself you'd use the damn thing to stick him in the stomach if you ever got the chance.

Artemis ran over to you and took the burden from your shoulders. You collapsed on the ground like a pile of bones. You felt your spine creak as the pressure was taken off of it, and your limbs wouldn't stop trembling. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the bile from rising, but even that took so much effort.

The man in the shadows chuckled. "You are as predictable as you were easy to beat, Artemis." Oh, hey, you were right.

"You surprised me," Artemis said, straining under her burden. "It will not happen again."

"Indeed it will not," the man said. "Now you are out of the way for good! I knew you could not resist helping a young maiden. That is, after all, your specialty, my dear."

Your breathing grew more and more ragged with each word the man spoke. You felt something hot trickle down the back of your neck, leaving chills in its wake. Recalling your head wound from earlier, you grimaced. Had it not patched itself up? How much blood had you lost? Thinking about it made you dizzy.

Artemis groaned. "You know nothing of mercy, you swine."

"On that," the man said, "we can agree. Luke, you may kill the girl now."

Oh, you complete piece of–

Luke hesitated. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "She–she may yet be useful, sir.. Further bait."

"Bah! You truly believe that?"

"Yes, General. They will come for her. I'm sure."

The man considered. "Then the dracaenae can guard her here. Assuming she does not die from her injuries, you may keep her alive until winter solstice. After that, if our sacrifice goes as planned, her life will be meaningless. The lives of all mortals will be meaningless."

Luke gathered up your listless body and carried you away from the goddess. You would have stabbed him, but you weren't in any state to do much more than breathe, and even that was a bit of a struggle.

"You will never find the monster you seek," Artemis said. "Your plan will fail."

"How little you know, my young goddess," the man in the shadows said. "Even now, your darling attendants begin their quest to find you. They shall play directly into my hands. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a long journey to make. We must greet your Hunters and make sure their quest is… challenging."

A sudden surge of annoyance flooded your brain. It was always like this, wasn't it? The 'bad guy' knew everything while your friends had to wander, dealing with every freakshow that sprung up on the way. It wasn't fair.

The man's laughter echoed in the darkness, shaking the ground until it seemed the whole cavern ceiling would collapse. You suddenly sympathized with how Zeus must have felt when Athena was banging on his skull, demanding to be let out. It felt like you had a goddess trapped up there. You wished someone would take an axe to it. Not like anyone here would have much aversion to that.

Luke took you a little while away from where Artemis was. Among the ruins, there was a semi-intact room with about two or three walls, depending on how tall you considered a wall to be. He placed you with your back against one of them. You glared at him from where you sat.

"Don't look at me like that," he snapped.

"Rot in Tartarus." You replied. Surprisingly, your voice worked. It sounded like metal against metal, but it worked.

Luke rolled his eyes. Then, his expression softened, just a little. "The gods are using you," he said bitterly. You rolled your eyes. Not this again. "Do you honestly think they care what happens to you?"

"I don't give a flying fuck what the gods care about," you said. Luke raised an eyebrow at your choice of words. "I care about my friends. I care about my life. You know, all the things you used to have before you stabbed us in the back and ran away."

With a bit of effort, you turned your head and spat on the ground. "Coward." You muttered, your hand wiping your face to get rid of all the grime. It didn't do much other than smudge it, really. "Couldn't even face us after your little stunt."

You could tell he was just itching to draw his sword from the way his hand twitched. You smirked. He was just too easy to rile up.

"I could kill you, here and now." He threatened. Geez, his villain talk needed some work.

"Go for it." You said, turning your head to look him in the eye again. Seeing the scar under his right, you cursed whatever dragon had caused it for not taking out his entire eyeball. Luke's expression changed from anger to irritation as he took a step back.

"I don't have to deal with you right now.." He muttered, turning away and walking off. Half a dozen dracanae came up from behind you, four of them taking positions on your left, right, and center while the other two continuously slithered in circles around you.

"Turn tail and run," you jeered. It was quiet, but it was enough to make him hear you, from the looks of it. His posture stiffened as the words left your tongue, making him seem rather huffy as he marched out of sight.

When the top of Luke's head disappeared, you felt all the strength leave your body. Your need to poke and prod at him had been the only reason you'd even been able to talk, you were sure. Your eyelids felt heavier than the cave ceiling. It wouldn't hurt to just close them for a moment or two..

You slept like the dead.

—

Surprisingly, it wasn't all that long until Percy came around, simply because the days blended into one. The sun never rose here, which meant your biological clock was the only thing that told you what time it could possibly be. The dracanae assigned to be your guards—three batches of six, from what you could tell by some of their features—weren't really the chattiest of their kind.

Your head wound had turned crusty and gross during the time you were kept here. Your calf wasn't in much better condition. You were shivering most of the time, cold sweat drenching your clothes and making them feel uncomfortable and disgusting to be in. The world spun without any prompts now.

You were messing with your roughly once-a-day rations when Luke came to grab you. It was the first time you'd seen him since he left you here. He looked paler and weaker than the first time you'd seen him here, and that was impressive considering he had just gotten out of getting crushed to death back then. Even in your condition, you had no doubt you could have taken him if the guards weren't here. Maybe if you had your weapon...

Despite that, he had a smug smirk on his face that you would've loved to slap off.

"Get up," he ordered. You pointed at your tray.

"I'm not done with my slop." You replied. In truth, you'd never touch the stuff, maybe taking one or two glops out of it just to keep yourself alive before lobbing the rest at your guards.

Luke snapped his fingers at the dracanae. Two of them slid over to either side of you and harshly lifted you up by each of your arms. You let out a disgruntled groan. The slop you'd just choked down threatened to make a reappearance as everything turned blurry and twisty. You tried not to sway on your feet.

"I said, get. Up." He sneered. You made a face at him in return.

"Fine." You snapped. You pulled your arms out of the snake women's grasp, only for Luke to cuff your hands behind your back. You opened your mouth to complain, but he stuffed a gag in it. You felt like you were about to hurl. The thing tasted like sandpaper and mouldy gym socks.

He dragged you alongside him, walking—well, limping, in your case—downhill and circling the lower points before climbing his way back up. There, he joined half a dozen dracaenae bearing the golden sarcophagus of Kronos and a hulking man in a brown silk suit. You supposed this was the one who'd been sitting on the throne when Artemis was brought in. You waited for your vision to clear a bit before taking note of his appearance.

His skin was light brown, and his dark hair was slicked back in a (in your opinion) rather wet-dog-like fashion. He had a regal expression; a cold, proud look in his grey eyes, like a CEO who ran one of those huge companies that were responsible for the ice caps melting.

"My lady!" Someone cried at the top of the hill. The Hulk-man gestured with his hand for his forces to follow him up the hill. Ugh, villains and their grand entrances, too.

Luke pushed you forward as he unsheathed Backbiter. Once you reached the crest of the hill, he pointed the blade at your neck.

From here, you could see a small group of people who were definitely not a part of Kronos's army. There was Percy, Thalia, and another girl who was kneeling at Artemis's side. You grimaced. None of them looked like they were in much of a shape to fight. Especially the new girl—you could see the dark colour of blood soaking through her silvery clothes. The getup looked somewhat familiar.. where had you seen that before? Her skin, which you assumed under better circumstances would be a coppery brown, was slowly being bleached.

"Stop! It is a trap. You must leave now." Artemis groaned. Her voice was strained. She was drenched in sweat. The ceiling threatened to pile more rocks on her as one or two new cracks appeared.

Despite the goddess's warning, the girl tugged stubbornly at her chains. Of course, they didn't budge. You could see she was trembling, but whether that was from the blood loss or from crying, you weren't too sure. She really needed a medic.

"Ah, how touching." Hulk-man said.

Points for a moderate opening line, I guess.

The three turned around. Percy and Thalia raised their weapons as New Girl opted to position herself between Artemis and Hulk-man. Ah, must be a Hunter. You'd seen the pamphlet Annabeth had.

Your eyes met Percy's as he scanned the crowd. When he took in what was going on, the look of anger that took over his features was like nothing you'd seen before on him. The boy looked just about ready to commit war crimes.

As touching as that was, all you wanted was for him to get the hell out of here. Hulk-man, as much as calling him that made him sound ridiculous, wasn't one to be taken lightly, you could tell.

"Luke," Thalia snarled. "Let her go."

Luke smiled thinly. "That is the General's decision, Thalia. But it's good to see you again." He said. Thalia looked like she was ready to murder him, which she probably was. Honestly, same.

Thalia spat at him. The gag stifled your laugh. Luke rolled his eyes and pressed the blade of his sword harder against your throat. You tried not to wince as it cut shallowly through your skin. You could just see Percy's grip tightening on Riptide.

Hulk-man—'The General', whatever—chuckled. "So much for old friends. And you, Zoë. It's been a long time. How is my little traitor? I will enjoy killing you."

New Girl—whom you could only assume was Zoë—clenched her jaw. Her face was pale, and she didn't look like she was in a much better condition than Luke, which was saying something. Huh, she and the General looked kinda similar..

"Do not respond," Artemis groaned. "Do not challenge him."

"Wait a second," Percy said. "You're Atlas?"

Ah. Oh. Wait—what?

The General glanced at him. "So, even the stupidest of heroes can finally figure something out. Yes, I am Atlas, the general of the Titans and terror of the gods. Congratulations. I will kill you presently, as soon as I deal with this wretched girl."

"You're not going to hurt Zoë." Percy said. "I won't let you."

The General sneered. "You have no right to interfere, little hero. This is a family matter."

Percy frowned. "A family matter?"

"Yes," Zoë said bleakly. "Atlas is my father."

Percy's eyes flickered between Zoë and Atlas, taking in the new information. It was easy to see the family resemblance, even if one of them was an evil titan overlord and another was a Hunter of Artemis. His frown deepened as he made the same connections.

"Let Artemis go," Zoë demanded. She struggled to her feet, the look in her eyes so close yet so different from Atlas's.

Atlas walked closer to the chained goddess. "Perhaps you'd like to take the sky for her, then? Be my guest."

No, no, no, no, no. You thought. Look at the state you're in. You'll die.

Zoë opened her mouth to speak, but Artemis said, "No! Do not offer, Zoë! I forbid you."

Atlas smirked. He knelt next to Artemis and tried to touch her face, but the goddess bit at him, almost taking off his fingers. Pity, if only he were slower.

"Hoo-hoo," Atlas chuckled. "You see, daughter? Lady Artemis likes her new job. I think I will have all the Olympians take turns carrying my burden, once Lord Kronos rules again, and this is the center of our palace. It will teach those weaklings some humility."

Percy looked at you. Your eyes flickered between his and Zoë's bow. In situations like these, your philosophy was simple: first move, first kill. Whoever took the first shot was going to result the first casualty, and you hoped your friends were smart enough to know that by now.

Atlas was in a somewhat vulnerable position. If Zoë fired now, he'd have to take a second to stand. You bet it would take Luke by surprise, too. After all, if she was Atlas's daughter, she must be thousands of years old, with that much experience.

Take. A. Shot.

Percy just stood there, staring at you. His eyes lingered on the top of your head. Thalia muttered something to him that you didn't quite catch. Geez, was the wound really that bad? Could he even see it from there?

As if on cue, you stumbled, suddenly feeling like you were standing on a surfing board. You hissed weakly as the movement made Luke's sword slip across your neck. A trickle of blood slowly made its way down to your shirt.

"I don't understand," Percy said. His voice was slightly forced. "Why can't Artemis just let go of the sky?"

Atlas laughed. Ugh, shut up. The sound made your head pound even more than before. "How little you understand, young one. This is the point where the sky and the earth first met, where Ouranos and Gaia first brought forth their mighty children, the Titans. The sky still yearns to embrace the earth. Someone must hold it at bay, or else it would crush down upon this place, instantly flattening the mountain and everything within a hundred leagues. Once you have taken the burden, there is no escape." Atlas smiled. "Unless someone else takes it from you."

He approached Percy and Thalia, studying them. His back was turned to Zoë. Take a shot. "So these are the best heroes of the age, eh? Not much of a challenge."

"Fight us," he said. "And let's see."

"Have the gods taught you nothing? An immortal does not fight a mere mortal directly. It is beneath our dignity. I will have Luke crush you instead."

Luke looks like he'd fall over if you looked at him too hard, you thought. Then you internally groaned at yourself for being held hostage by him in that state. Ugh, being helpless felt gross.

"So you're another coward," Percy said.

Atlas stiffened. You were sure he would've punched Percy straight in the head if he wasn't so prideful. With difficulty, he turned his attention to Thalia.

"As for you, daughter of Zeus, it seems Luke was wrong about you." He said smoothly, although you could hear the clear irritation in his voice.

"I wasn't wrong," Luke managed. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that he somehow looked even worse than he did just a couple moments ago. Beads of sweat made their way down his forehead (ew), and he spoke every word as if it were painful. You thanked whatever was the reason for his pain. "Thalia, you can still join us. Call the Ophiotaurus. It will come to you. Look!"

He waved his hand, and next to Thalia, a pool of water appeared: a pond ringed in black marble, big enough for a small seal. Percy took one look at it, then stared for a few moments like he was in a trance. He then shook his head a little and looked back at you with a rather stupid, blank look on his face. He looked like he'd broken his brain by thinking too hard, an expression you knew all too well from sitting next to him in English Lit.

"Thalia, call the Ophiotaurus," Luke persisted. "And you will be more powerful than the gods."

"Luke…" Her voice was full of pain. "What happened to you?"

"Don't you remember all those times we talked? All those times we cursed the gods? Our fathers have done nothing for us. They have no right to rule the world!"

Like the Titans were going to be any better. Could he not see that he'd be dead as soon as Kronos rose to the throne?

Thalia shook her head. "Free Y/N. Let her go."

"If you join me," Luke promised, "it can be like old times. Annabeth will see our side eventually. The three of us together. Fighting for a better world. Please, Thalia, if you don't agree…"

His voice faltered. "It's my last chance. He will use the other way if you don't agree. Please."

Okay, so maybe he did realize his life was in danger here. You weren't sure what he meant, but the fear in his voice sounded real enough. For one reason or another, his life depended on Thalia's joining his cause. You, for one, couldn't bring yourself to care about him after everything he'd done. You were afraid Thalia might, though.

"Do not, Thalia," Zoë warned. "We must fight them."

Luke waved his hand again, and a fire appeared. A bronze brazier, just like the one at camp. A sacrificial flame.

"Thalia," Percy said. "No."

You held your breath. Whatever they were talking about, it was clear you were out of the loop. But one thing was for sure—Luke, and by extension Kronos, desperately wanted Thalia to summon this Ophiotaurus thing, which meant you had to hope desperately that she wouldn't.

Behind you, a quiet, high-pitched humming noise grew louder as the air grew warmer. You saw a golden light cast on the boulders, presumably from Kronos's sarcophagus. As it did, you saw images in the mist all around you: black marble walls rising, the ruins becoming whole, a terrible and beautiful palace rising around you, made of fear and shadow.

"We will raise Mount Othrys right here," Luke promised, in a voice so strained it was hardly his. "Once more, it will be stronger and greater than Olympus. Look, Thalia. We are not weak."

Debatable.

He pointed toward the ocean, and Percy's expression turned into one of slight horror. With the whole being held at swordpoint and all, you couldn't look at whatever it was he was so afraid of, but it must have been horrible if it scared Percy like that.

"This is only a taste of what is to come," Luke said. "Soon we will be ready to storm Camp Half-Blood. And after that, Olympus itself. All we need is your help."

For a terrible moment, Thalia hesitated. She gazed at Luke, her eyes full of pain, as if the only thing she wanted in the world was to believe him. Then she leveled her spear. "You aren't Luke. I don't know you anymore."

"Yes, you do, Thalia," he pleaded. "Please. Don't make me… Don't make him destroy you."

Percy looked back at you. You nodded slightly, hoping he'd get the message already. He then looked to Thalia and Zoë, as if he were steeling himself for the fight to come.

"Now," he said.

Together, they charged.

Thalia went straight for Luke. The hideous face of Medusa glared at you as she ran, making you stand frozen in fear. Behind you, you heard panicked hissing and a loud thump as the dracanae ran away.

Despite his sickly appearance, Luke was still quick with his sword. He snarled like a wild animal and counterattacked. When his sword, Backbiter, met Thalia's shield, a ball of lightning erupted between them, frying the air with yellow tendrils of power.

As Backbiter left your throat, you did the least heroic thing you could think of.

You ran.

Tucking yourself behind a large boulder, you tried to wait out the battle. In your current state, you'd be a liability rather than an asset. From this new position, you could see wave after wave of monsters marching from the Princess Andromeda and up the mountain.

You hated that you could do nothing but hope that your friends would make it out alive. Preferably before the army reached the top.

"Die, little hero," Atlas said. You had a feeling he was talking about Percy. Your heart dropped a hundred miles below.

Screw this. You had to do something. Now.

Finding a jagged spot in the boulder you were hiding behind, you maneuvered yourself into a position where you could somehow strike your hands downward and theoretically break your cuffs on the rock. Assuming they weren't made of celestial bronze, that is. After about three tries and one painful miscalculation, the chain finally broke, and you ripped the gag from your mouth, spitting to get rid of the taste.

When you peered around the boulder, the fight was complete mayhem. There was Atlas in full battle armor, jabbing with his javelin, laughing insanely as he fought. And a blur of silver—Artemis?

She had two wicked hunting knives, each as long as her arm, and she slashed wildly at the Titan, dodging and leaping with unbelievable grace. She seemed to change form as she maneuvered. She was a tiger, a gazelle, a bear, a falcon. Or perhaps that was just your fevered brain.

Zoë shot arrows at her father, aiming for the chinks in his armor. He roared in pain each time one found its mark, but they affected him like bee stings. He just got madder and kept fighting.

Wait, if Artemis was out fighting...

Who was holding the sky?

Where was Percy?

Looking over to the dreaded spot, you saw Percy trying not to get crushed under the weight of the sky. His eyes were screwed shut, concentrating on anything and everything but the burden on his shoulders. Right before your eyes, you could've sworn a lock of his hair was turning grey.

Oh, hell no.

Not really thinking, you streaked across the battlefield with surprising speed. Rolling under arrows and narrowly avoiding Atlas's javeline once, you reached Percy, who was about to pass out. You rolled under the boulders—which you now saw were actually dark, heavy clouds—and braced yourself on your good leg, kneeling down. Reaching up with your hands, you took the sky once again.

Every cell in your body screamed in protest. The pounding in your head was worse than what Zeus felt in Athena's origin story; you were sure of it. You felt like the vertebrae in your spine were being welded together by a blowtorch.

Fortunately, though, two people holding the sky was evidently easier than doing it alone.

"What the–" You vaguely heard Percy say. He was cut off by a blood-curdling scream. You managed to open your eyes and saw Zoë leap between her father and Artemis, shooting an arrow straight into the Titan's forehead, where it lodged like a unicorn's horn. Atlas bellowed in rage. He swept aside his daughter with the back of his hand, sending her flying into the black rocks.

"Zoë!" Percy shouted. He looked frantically between you and the direction she flew. As much as he wanted to go help her, he didn't try to move, afraid you wouldn't be able to handle the full burden of the sky.

The cold weight of dread settled in your stomach. Zoë didn't get back up.

Then Atlas turned on Artemis with a look of triumph on his face.

Artemis seemed to be wounded. She didn't get up.

"The first blood in a new war," Atlas gloated. And he stabbed downward.

Just then, a voice spoke in your head. Get ready, Artemis told you. You realized she was leading Atlas closer to where you knelt. With great difficulty, you turned your head to meet Percy's eyes. You could tell Artemis had told him the same thing.

"Go." You said, your voice strained. You tried to tell him the goddess's plan, but your voice wouldn't work anymore, so instead you looked frantically between Atlas and the sky. Percy hesitated for a split second before ducking and rolling out from under the clouds.

As fast as thought, Artemis grabbed Atlas's javelin shaft. It hit the earth right next to her and she pulled backward, using the javelin like a lever, kicking the Titan Lord and sending him flying over her.

You saw him coming down on top of you, and you loosened your grip on the sky. And as Atlas slammed into you, you didn't try to hold on. You let yourself be pushed out of the way and rolled for all you were worth.

The weight of the sky dropped onto Atlas's back, almost smashing him flat until he managed to get to his knees, struggling to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it was too late.

"Noooooo!" He bellowed so hard it shook the mountain. "Not again!"

Atlas was trapped under his old burden.

As for you, you didn't try to stand. Odd as it was, you could feel no part of your body and every single atom at the same time. You felt like you were literally burning up. Your head felt like someone was taking a dull axe to it over, and over, and over. Your leg felt like it was poisoned all over again.

After that, you don't remember much else. Hard to when you're unconscious.

—

Things were kinda hazy after that. You faintly remember waking up on a marble floor, a good-looking guy with a perfect tan and gold curls leaning over you. You thought it was Will, but this guy looked a lot older, and more golden, somehow.

"There you go, kid," he said, smiling widely at someone next to you. His teeth were so white, you were surprised it didn't make your head hurt worse. Wait.. did it even hurt at all? "God of medicine, at your service."

"Thanks." You heard Percy's voice mutter. He sounded relieved, but there was a bit of a point to his tone. Golden Guy—Apollo, you assumed—smirked knowingly and stood up, teleporting out of sight.

"Now for the Ophiotaurus," a voice said. Maybe Artemis. You fell asleep before you could hear much more of the conversation.

—

The next time you woke up, it lasted a lot longer. The familiar scent of the infirmary prompted you to open your eyes. When you did, the sight made you let out a breathless laugh. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting warm sunlight in patterns across the white sheets of the bed. On the windowsill, a small collection of potted plants sprouted soft green shoots.

When you tried to move your hand, you found that a slight weight held it down. Someone took a sharp breath, and their fingers tightened around your hand.

"Oh, you're awake." Percy said. You sat up. His face looked a mess. A couple scars here and there and some bruises (all covered in some sort of balm), plus dark circles like he hadn't had a proper sleep in days. His shoulders sagged as he scanned yours. "Thank the gods."

You must have looked confused, because he straightened up and started explaining everything that had happened at the mountain, then at Olympus. Mr. Chase was, surprisingly, not that bad. Something about Artemis's Santa Claus sleigh. Zoë had passed on. Apparently, you were an expert pegasus rider in your sleep. Golden Guy was, in fact, Apollo—though Percy seemed a bit miffed when you called him that—and was the one who had healed you before you came back to Camp. Will had still insisted you stayed in the infirmary for a day or two so that he could check on you to make sure you were alright.

"You really had me scared, you know?" He said, his cheeks growing red. "You were so dumb, taking the sky when you were like that. I had it."

"Yeah, sure you did, Ariel." You snorted. Then you squinted at him. "Your hair's grey," you informed.

"So's yours," Percy rolled his eyes. "Dude, I was scared you were gonna die on me, and the first thing you say is that my hair's grey?"

"Well it is," you simply said. He let out an exasperated sigh, and you put a finger on his forehead to push his head up. "You didn't have anything to worry about. Not gonna get rid of me that easily, Jackson."

He laughed, but then trailed off. He fiddled with your fingers a bit. You felt your ears grow warm as you realized he was still holding your hand.

"Seriously though... I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if you were gone because I let you take all of it. The sky."

"Yeah, well, I'm still here." You said softly. He smiled a little.

He took a breath, then paused, as if deciding whether or not to say what he was thinking out loud. "You know why I was so scared?"

"Because you thought your best friend was about to die?"

"No." He said. Then he quickly backtracked, "well, yeah, but not just that. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to tell you..."

He took another breath.

"I like you. Like, like-like you. A lot, actually."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Wait, what?" You asked, dumbfounded. Your face flushed as his sea green eyes met yours, suddenly very interested in the linen sheets of your cot.

"I've been in love with you since we were kids," Percy chuckled. "I used to make my mom pick out my clothes when we went to your place so that I'd look good."

If your face wasn't red before, it certainly was now. You grabbed Percy's hand in yours a little tighter and laughed. "You know, I used to make you watch all those Disney movies so that you'd kinda get the hint that I liked you," you mused. Percy perked up. "All the girl-gets-the-guy stuff. Now I kinda figure, I should've made you play Barbie and Ken with me instead."

"What, make me Ken?"

"Nah. You'd be Barbie." You laughed at his expression. He huffed as if he found the idea nuts. "I'd be Ken. We'd be married, maybe have a horse."

"A horse?"

"Hey, I lost all the tiny Barbie puppies!"

"Well," he chuckled. You could've sworn his eyes sparkled. "In that case, you'll be happy to know, since we were kids, I planned to marry you someday."

"Oh yeah?" He hummed in confirmation. "What did it look like?"

"I dunno. Like the first thing that pops up when you type 'wedding' on Google."

"Wow. Way to be generic, Perce." You deadpanned. He punched your arm lightly.

"Hey, I was like six!" He said defensively.

A light quiet settled over the two of you as you looked down, avoiding Percy's expectant stare and fiddling with his fingers instead. He had that stupid grin on his face, which you'd come to adore over the years you'd known him.

"So..what now?" You asked, slowly lifting your gaze to meet his. His face flushed, and this time, it was he who turned away. He muttered something under his breath—a prayer?—and looked back at you. He looked like he wanted to run away.

"D'you want to go to the fireworks with me? Like, as a date?" He asked. You giggled.

"That's like, six months away." You laughed. He shrugged.

"Yeah. I need six months to get ready, obviously." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, obviously. My bad." You held back your laughter long enough to accept. "I'd love to go with you."

Percy was just about to say more when Will burst out of the 'doctor's office'. The boy stood up so suddenly that he almost knocked his chair over. Will walked over and shooed Percy away.

"Yeah, yeah, we all like each other. Can you please let me work now?" He said, and Percy's ears burned bright red. He muttered a quick see you later and practically ran out of the infirmary.

"We thought he'd never tell you," Will commented, checking the back of your head.

"We?"

"Uh, probably, what, half the camp? Maybe more," he said absentmindedly. Giving you a once-over, he nodded to himself in satisfaction. "Dad did a good job on you."

He gave you the go-ahead a minute or two later. As you walked out the door, you saw Percy talking animatedly to Annabeth near the volleyball court, his back towards you. The blonde had an amused smile on her face, and when she noticed you, she put her hands on Percy's shoulders and spun him around. Catching your eye, the boy gave you a small wave and a smile. You waved back, a grin of your own on your lips.

With his slight blush and bright eyes, it was hard to believe a doomsday prophecy was in his hands.

The end of the world never felt so far away.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you please write an Kenny Omega X Fem Reader Story(smuty/flirty), Reader is the younger sister (by 10 years) of Matthew and Nicholas. Reader and Kenny always flirts and teases each other because they have an thing for each other but Matt and Nick are the overprotective big brothers and don't let them alone together, but on one night reader sneaks out of her hotelroom and to Kenny's and they start to make out and ending up having passionate sex

No one has to know

Kenny Omega X young bucks sister reader

@saramusazzi99 @swaggybae asked to be tagged :)

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex

Kenny Omega Masterlist Main Masterlist (word count 2k)

I was getting tired of the games Matthew and Nicholas were playing. I get that they were my older brothers and they only wanted ‘what’s best for me’ but what they claimed was best for me was complete BS. It’s no secret that Kenny and I have feelings for each other. Everybody knew about it, the sexual tension between the two of us was deadly. Despite everyone thinking we fucked I have never even got the chance to kiss that gorgeous man. Why? That’s because for years my brothers have done everything in their power to keep the two of us apart. They even went as far as hiring a private investigator to follow me around to make sure Kenny and I didn’t have a secret relationship going on. I don’t think Matt and Nick even understand all the harm this is causing. All I wanted was Kenny and all he wanted was me. Keeping us apart was just making us fall harder in love with each other. It’s hard seeing all of my friends get married and have kids knowing I probably won’t get to experience that due to my stupid brothers. I tried to date other people, I tried to accept it and move on but I couldn't. No one came close to Kenny. Everything about him was perfect, I loved every inch of him. He was the love of my life and I knew I wouldn’t give up on him, I wouldn’t give up on us. 

Kenny’s pov

Ever since I turned 40 I have looked at life differently. I never wanted to get married or have kids. I didn’t even like the idea of being in a relationship. Wrestling was always my number one priority. That was until I started developing these feelings for Y/n. I’ve known Y/n for as long as I can remember. She was the little sister to two of my best friends Matthew and Nicholas Jackson. I don’t know when I developed these feelings for Y/n, one day I just woke up and I realized I was in love with her. Sure she was younger than me, almost 12 years to be exact but neither of us seemed to mind the age gap. She was gorgeous, whenever she entered a room everyone turned, everyone smiled. She just had the aura that made everyone want to get to know her. I know she hated it, she was oblivious to the fact that everyone was head over heels in love with her. I remember her telling me she hated all the attention, how she wished she could hide and have five minutes to herself for once in her life. I always made sure to keep an eye on her, I wanted to keep her safe from all the weirdos who dared to lay eyes on her. I was always jealous of how I couldn't have her. Matt and Nick won’t allow us to be alone in the same room together. I understood that they were protective of their little sister but come on. I think I was the best fit for Y/n. No one would keep her safe and love her forever like I would. 

Although this back-and-forth flirty game of us not being able to get to first base has been happening for years the moment I turned forty I decided now was enough. I was done playing games. I was tired of all of this. I didn’t want to give up on us but something had to change. 

That night when I got to the arena the first thing I did was march into The Bucks office. I slammed the door and began letting out all my pent-up anger from over the years. “You two realize that you are ruining Y/n’s life right? You claim to know what’s best for her but the truth is you won’t accept what’s truly best for her. Or should I say who’s best for her? I’m sick of the two of you getting involved with Y/n and I. You know I would do fucking anything for her. You know that I would make sure nothing bad ever happened to her. I would love her to death. Tell me again why is it that the two of us are forbidden again? Is it because I’m your best friend and she’s your sister? I’m the best one for Y/n and you know it! You’re telling me you don’t even care that guys like Adam Cole and CM Punk are literally obsessed with her! You would rather have your sister go out with someone like PUNK, you know the guy we all got in a fight with and fired, over ME!!!!” I didn’t even know what I was yelling about. I just kept on screaming. Matt and Nick did nothing, they just sat there and let me get everything out. 

“I’m sorry Kenny but it’s still a no. I’ll admit you’re a great guy and all but I won’t let this happen-” I cut Matt off before he could finish his sentence. “You do realize she hates you right? I can’t blame her, you guys are literally out of your minds! Y/n is a grown-ass woman, I think she is capable of deciding who she dates!” I still don’t get why I can’t be with Y/n. Did they think I wasn’t good enough for her? Me? Really? Have you seen the other guys who are after her??

Just as Matt and I were in the middle of a screaming contest Y/n walked into the room. “Well look who it is!” I told Matt “I think Y/n should decide whether she wants to go out with me or not!” “You know I want to go out with you Kenny. You know I feel the same way about you that you do for me” she told me “See!” I told them, still they wouldn't buy it. 

“I don’t care about what either of you says, you will not get my blessing!” Matt yelled, 

“I hate you!” Yelled Y/n before she stormed out of the room. Nick called after her “Don’t go too far, you have a match tonight!” 

That night I liedy in my hotel room alone once again. I hated this, I hated everything about this. The Bucks didn’t approve of this relationship but never told us why. Just then I heard a faint knock on my hotel room door. I looked at the time and was curious on who would be at the door at this hour. To my surprise I found Y/n standing there wrapped around in a hotel robe. I quickly pulled her inside, locking the door behind me before asking “What are you doing?” 

“You know exactly what I’m doing. I’m going insane without you. I need you, I need you so bad” The look in Y/n’s eyes was one of pure desire and lust. She knew what she was doing. 

She let the bulky hotel robe hit the floor, revealing a black silk robe. I knew what that meant. She pulled me close as she began to passionately kiss me. All of this felt so wrong but so right. I had waited years for this moment, there was no way I would let it slip through my fingers. I kissed her back with such passion I didn’t know I had. 

We took our time with everything. This was our first time together, we wanted to savor every moment in case it didn’t happen ever again. I carefully removed her silk robe to reveal a gorgeous black lace lingerie set. “I don’t deserve all this,” I told her as I blushed. “Yes you do, I wanted to do something special” She replied. 

We were tangled in each other, fighting for dominance. I found myself lost in the moment, oblivious to what was going on around me. I had Y/n pinned underneath me. I kissed and nipped my way up and down her body before ending above her navel. Just before I was about to go any further I felt as if reality set in. “Shit” I whispered to myself. “What? What happened?” Y/n called out. “Give me a second, I need to find a con-” Y/n cut me off “I don’t want that,” she said. “What?” I replied shocked, “I was hoping you would get me pregnant tonight” I froze at her words, I didn’t know how to respond. “What do you mean by that?” “You do realize if I was pregnant with your child they wouldn’t keep us apart right? They hate us together but would hate us even more if we had a child out of wedlock. They would force us to be together after that”

 She had a point. Didn’t know if I was ready for a kid right now but I was too turned on to care. “Fuck it” 

I can’t explain how I felt. I just felt at peace, I felt like I had found my home. I felt safe inside her. It was like I found the missing puzzle piece. The two of us fit perfectly. I had never made love with such passion and love. It was emotional, tears were shed. Not tears of pleasure or pain but tears of overwhelment. Everything we waited for was finally happening. I still couldn't believe this was happening. “I love you Kenny” Y/n whispered as we met each other’s thrusts, our fingers intertwined with each other’s. “I love you too Y/n, more than you could imagine” I responded. 

My body was on fire, all my senses were overstimulated. I was close and so was Y/n. “Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me to fuck a baby into you?” “Please, I never wanted anything so bad” If that wasn’t the confirmation I needed Y/n wrapped her legs around my waist. Forcing me closer into her. 

I continued to fuck us both through our orgasms. I’ll admit I had never cum so hard in my life. I could feel my load paint her walls, filling her up to the brim. I collapsed on her chest as the both of us tried to catch our breath. After a while I carefully pulled out of her, making sure not a drop of my cum spilled out of her. “What are you doing?” Y/n asked giggling as I carefully lifted her legs above her head. “We can’t afford to waste a single drop if you want to carry my baby”

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hi people!! my name is anaiya, but feel free to nick name me whatever! I usually go by nia, nina or nai. my pronouns are she/her and i'm a young writer! (I don't feel comfortable revealing my age just yet haha) my favorite artists are kali uchis, bryson tiller, mac demarco, frank ocean and many more! i'm mainly going to be writing the sturniolos and some pjo characters for now, might change in the future. all my chris fics are dedicated to @thesnshinee (aka the biggest chris girl ik LMAO) i love making new friends, so feel free to write me!!

THINGS I WILL WRITE:

— headcannons

— small fics / oneshots

— angst

— fluff

– x reader or ocs

THINGS I WON'T WRITE:

— incest

— any weird kinks

— nick x fem!reader/oc (romantically)

— pure smut (but some of my fics might contain suggestive content)

I DON'T CONDONE PLAGIARISM!! writers put time and effort into their work, so don't just go and copy it and mark it as your own.

i'd love to take request!! just write stuff in "ask away" and i'll get to it when i have time.

my bestfriend in the whole world @thesnshinee inspired me to start writing, so go follow her n show some love!!

that's all for now, talk to you soon 🎀

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