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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 01

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

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

Wordcount: 977

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

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

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

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Your legs felt heavy with each step.

Who could've thought?

Who would've dreamed?

Surely not you.

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

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

Except...

They did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn't care.

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

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

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

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

He looked up at you and your mind went blank.

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

Once again, you were under his spell.

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Jackson's POV

A soft knock sounded on the door.

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

I sighed. This would only give me a headache.

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

A weird feeling came over me.

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

But this girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

My jaws clenched together automatically.

My new personal assistant...

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

Fuck.

I was going to have a hard time holding back.

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angelblacksmith · 7 months

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Hugs with Percy Jackson would include

Tags: kiss, a lot off fluff

Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson

a/n: hello um... I haven't been here for over a year and I hope someone remembers me... It's part two, you can read part one there

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Percy loves hugs.

No, he's addicted to hugs.

He's been through too much shit for his young enough age and now only your hugs or touches bring him back to reality.

Feeling your body and take in the smell of your hair while his hands squeeze you is his favorite pastime.

You two don't have to talk at times like this.

Just to feel you next to him is already a comfort.

He's gone through a lot in his life, but he's still able to find joy in the simple things, like spending time in your arms.

If you feel bad, then Percy will definitely try to support you with a physical touch.

He'd probably wrap you in a big, warm, cozy hug that you'd get lost in.

His comforting arms wrap around you, and he speaks softly with the warmth of a summer breeze.

As you hug him, you feel all of your troubles fade away, and your heart fills with joy.

He is always there to offer a supportive hug, no matter what.

He would make you probably feel like everything was going to be okay.

He just hugs you to him and gently kisses the top of your head while you melt into his cologne with the smell of the sea and the beach.

But Percy also has hard times in his life and a bad mood.

On days like these, he just comes home and puts all his weight on you.

He needs your smell, touch and feel of your body.

It brings him back to reality and gives him a sense of safe.

And if you let him stay in your arms, he would be the happiest boy in the world.

But happy hugs are much better.

If you haven't seen each other for a long time.

Be prepared for the fact that this boy will not leave you for the next few days as soon as you come to him in New York.

He would accidentally touch you all the time and smile that silly smile.

Percy is a little spoon in bed.

He needs you to stroke his hair while he sleeps like a kitten on your chest.

If you had ever asked him about it.

"This is the only way to avoid nightmares for me."

You're his safe place.

That's why he always protects you.

He knows that you are strong enough and self-sufficient.

But he won't forgive himself if something happens to you.

If you get wounded in battle.

Percy will spend twice as much time with you.

And if the wound is not too severe, then he will hug you and hold you to him.

All time.

If he gets wounded in battle and you try to take care of him.

He will grumble that he is not a child.

But in his heart he will catch your every touch and every minute of caring for him.

He would definitely need a hug being in such a vulnerable position.

Percy Jackson's hugs are the kind that make you feel safe and loved.

If you need a bit of comfort or a shoulder to cry on, Percy is the one to go to.

His hugs are the definition of comfort.

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celesterayel · 3 months

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the tragic heroes | percy jackson

pairing: percy Jackson ✩ ‧₊˚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My, my what marvelous fortunes to come indeed.

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

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

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

The Tragic Heroes.

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

#luke castellan #percy jackson #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #pjo series #percy jackson show #annabeth chase #luke x reader #luke pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fic writing #fan fiction #celesterayel

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maddybthorne · 5 days

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

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

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

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

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imaginmatrix · 1 month

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Hii I love your writing!! Could u maybe write smthn where annabeth gets hurt and percys mad but he can't help but help her?? Angry kisses, wond cleaning, blah blah ??

idk if this is exactly what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy!!!

elevator deathtraps are better than prozac

#morgan murmurs #ask #anon #prompt #one shot #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #percy jackson fan fic #pjo fanfic

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 2 months

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Helpless part 30, never thought I would get this far tbh

"What's going on?" Nico whispered waking up with Will grasping his hand. Why was he in the infirmary?

"You're awake." Will said with a sigh of relief, "Neeks, we were so fucking scared we'd lost you."

"What?" He said before he looked down at his arms, chest and thighs, all covered in blood soaked bandages. "Mi dispiace," he whispered, sitting up and curling into a ball. Tears fell from his eyes,

"Neeks, starai bene e riceverai aiuto." Will said, sitting down next to him

"L-Lasciami in pace Will, lasciami morire.... Tanto non c'è niente- che valga la... pena salvare, sono solo un frocio c-che scappa da tutti i miei problemi. Tutti starebbero meglio senza di me."

"Non dirlo, non è vero."

"Sì, lo è davvero-" Will pressed a finger to his lip, starting to sing.

"Da bambina, non dicevo a nessuno le mie ansie

Ma qualcosa mi faceva sentire grande grande

È che so, io ero innamorata, nnnamorata di te

Segreto, segreto, chi lo scoprirà

Un dolce segreto la complicità

Tu per me e io per te

Segreto, segreto, falsa ingenuità

Un dolce segreto, sogni di un’età

Tu per me e io per te mano in mano

Nella notte guardando luna e stelle

Solo ora io mi sento quel tempo sulla pelle

Io, mai più sarò innamorata, innamorata così

Segreto, segreto, chi lo scoprirà

Un dolce segreto la complicità

Tu per me e io per te

Segreto, segreto, falsa ingenuità

Un dolce segreto, sogni di un’età

Tu per me e io per te

Segreto, segreto, chi lo scoprirà

Un dolce segreto la complicità

Tu per me e io per te"

"Perché stai facendo questo? Perché ti interessi?"

"Perché ti amo." Shock covered Nico's face, he tried to speak but no words came out so he decided to just go for it. He pressed his lips against the blonde boy, he kissed him back, cupping his face with his hand. "I'll always be here for you Angel."

"T-thank y-you." Nico whispered, barely able to process what had just happened. He'd just kissed Will Solace, he'd just fucking kissed Will Solace. After a few more minutes the son of Apollo got up, grabbing some bandages and disinfectant. He started with the left arm, slowly unwrapping it, cleaning off any dried blood with a wipe and re-wrapping it.

"It'll need stitches." He muttered, mostly to himself, but a look of panic washed over Nico's face. "Don't worry, everything's going to be okay." He whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to stabilise the small boy. He gave him a small smile before Will had gone on. He started wiping off the dried blood when the the message 'sorry' cut out into his skin with jagged writing, he placed a kiss on his forehead before going on. Nico stayed perfectly still, not flinching through the stinging of the antiseptic, he barely felt it.

"Nico, I need to talk to you about something." Will said sitting down next to him, he swallowed, this couldn't be a good thing.

"What?"

"Well, you might be in here for a while." Shit, fucking shit.

"How long." Nico demanded, determined to keep his voice from breaking.

"It's going to depend okay? Please Neeks, it's for your own good. Jason asked me about it and later on so did Percy, you have some say in this, you only have to stay here a week, but if it's helping you could and probably should stay for longer. None of us can force you in here for that long, well unless you're hurting yourself but I feel like forcing you to stay here won't help. We just want to help." Nico sobbed, curling himself up.

"F-fine."

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duaghterofstories · 2 months

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Drama au(with the movie version ages) Percy gets pregnant after Luke runs away. Teen pregnancy(kids of Poseidon can have kids. I look up the mythology) three guesses on who the father is. Cough Percy lost his virginity to Luke Cough. Luke has even more reasons to kidnap/get Percy on his side. Percy's mom now wants to kill Luke for what he did to her kid. Percy surprising being a good parent. He takes to it like a fish in water *pun*

Ugh, I love this so much.

Percy vomited again into the toilet, clutching his stomach. He had a suspicion that he knew what was happening, but he hoped it wasn't true.

However, thirty minutes later, he was staring down at a small piece of plastic that basically ruined his entire life.

"Fuck." he muttered.

There was a knock on the door of the bathroom, and he looked up as his mom came in. "Hey swee-" she cut herself off when she saw the pregnancy test in his hands. "Oh honey, who's is it?" she asked, sitting next to him.

"Luke's." Percy said. He knew that for a fact. He'd only had sex once, and it was with Luke, right before he left on his quest. Good luck, Luke had said. Yeah right. "Luke is the Dad. Other dad."

Sally sighed deeply. "Is he the one who betrayed you? I swear, I will kill that boy."

"Mhm. It was before." Percy said.

Sally sighed. "I'm assuming you don't want an abortion?" When Percy shook her head, she nodded slowly. "Okay then. We can deal with this." She kissed his forehead and walked off.

That night, Percy was sitting down, staring up at the moon out his window, tears dripping down his face.

"Hello Percy." said a familiar voice. Luke. "I've come to kidnap you to the right side."

Percy burst into tears. "You fucking asshole"

"Whoa, whoa, what did I do? Beyond betray you. Oh, that proably answers-"

Percy threw the pregnancy test in Luke's face. "You fucking dick. It's fucking yours."

Luke looked down at the pregnancy test. After the shock, a slow acceptance spread over his face. "Are you keeping it?" he asked.

"Yes." Percy muttered.

Luke grabbed his arm. "Well, I ain't gonna be a deadbeat, come on."

#lukercy #luke castellan #percy jackson #mpreg #male pregnancy #accidental pregnancy #fanfic #fan drabble #short fic

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nerdthatsiriuslylovestea · 4 months

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Helpless part 7 (I'm in an airport rn lol)

The two stepped into a mall in New York that Nico could not bother to remember the name of, Piper grabbed his hand dragging him through the mall. Nico constantly reminded himself that human contact would not kill him and that it was probably a good thing Piper was dragging him along considering he had no idea where he was going.

"I still don't understand why I couldn't just shadow travel us here."

"Will threatend to kill me and Chiron if we let you shadow travel."

"Of course it was Solace, I would expect nothing less from him." The son of Hades said, rolling his eyes. The two demigods walked through the stores both trying on different clothes and Piper this time failing to convince Nico to get anything that wasn't black. All while Piper teased him about a certain son of Apollo,

"Be realistic Piper, he's probably straight anyways."

"No he's not actually, he's bi. Leo was going to tell you but he couldn't find you, apparently the rest of Camp knows." Nico's face lit up for a second before looking back down.

"There's still no chance. He is literally the embodiment of sunshine, I am the child of Hades, God of the fucking Underworld. There is no sunlight there."

"Nico he clearly cares about you."

"It's his job."

"But he checks in on you so much more than anyone else."

"Because he doesn't trust me to stay alive."

"If he didn't trust you to be alive he would have kept you in the infirmary."

"There's still no chance he likes me."

"You're the only one who thinks that Nico, he gave you a nickname for Aphrodite's sake. He doesn't do that with anyone else who is 'just a patient'"

"He did that to get on my nerve."

"Gods you're so dense, wanna go to McDonald's now?"

"Oh, sure." Nico said trying to hide the shake in his voice.

"Oh and di Angelo, Will threatened to kill me if I didn't make you eat a full meal so yeah."

"Of course he did."

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They finished ordering, Piper had only gotten some fries and a drink because apparently the vegetarian options 'were so bad they tasted like grass'. Nico just nodded, not pointing out the fact that not ten minutes ago she was threatening him to eat a full meal today because Will would kill her if he didn't and here she was barely eating herself.

"Number 57!" Nico walked up and grabbed the tray, he breathed in deeply. He'll be okay, if he acted calm then he could play it off. He would just walk off for a bit, Piper didn't have to know. The two started to eat, it still tasted as good as Nico remember but he could barely get anything down his throat. He already felt sick but he knew he could withstand at least another five minutes without throwing up, he tried to keep conversation to a minimum putting all his energy into seeming fine. After another few minutes passed, then Nico muttered,

"Bathroom." Before walking away, he tried to keep his pace normal but already knew he was walking away too fast and Piper would know something was up. He quickly walked inside and was extremely thankful the bathroom was empty, he went into the stall furthest away from the door. He threw up everything he had eaten like countless other times, at that point he was just hoping no one would walk in. He cleaned himself up a bit and headed back towards Piper,

"Okay tell me. What happened?"

"What?"

"I know something happened, you're biting your nails and you looked sick before. Also you practically ran and you look nervous."

"Nothing happened."

"Nico don't lie, I know something happened. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Piper desperately wanted to know what had happened to the Hades boy but she knew when to stop pushing, she didn't want to charmspeak it out of him, that's purely invasive. He'll tell her when he's ready.

"Come on, I want to do something I'll regret in a week."

"Which is...?"

"I'm getting my ears pierced."

"Oh my Gods, yes. That is an amazing idea; if they say you look too young to do it without parents concent, I'll charmspeak them."

"Thanks McLean, didn't particularly like the plan of asking the God of the Underworld to come to a mall in New York." Nico was relieved Piper had either forgotten to continue interrogating him or was leaving the topic for now, he had been meaning to do this at some point either way and this seemed like a good occasion.

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Piper had to do some charmspeaking, but finally Nico had gotten them done. He decided to get doubles since he was going to regret it anyway might as well go all out, he hadn't even flinched when it happened. After that they went to a few more stores and Piper finally convinced him to get something that wasn't black, instead a very dark blue.

"I would ask if you are actually allergic to bright colours except I've seen you in a bright red shirt so that clearly isn't the case."

"I just like black, is there a problem?"

"It makes you look like the Grim Reaper."

"I was hoping for that."

"You're hopeless di Angelo."

"Finally you're giving up, took you long enough."

"Nope, simply stating facts. If I can bring a metal dragon to life I can make you look less like a ghost without the use of charmspeaking." Turns out however that she could not, maybe some tasks really were impossible.

"I'll shadow travel us back, it's not that far."

"Nico, I would get killed by your loverboy if you did that. We'll just take the-"

"That is probably more dangerous if we're being perfectly honest, also shut up."

"Never. By the way not that many people died, it was-" but the daughter of Aphrodite didn't have time to finish. A wooden club hit her over the head, Nico cursed under his breath and pulled out the only weapon he had, a small pocket knife, he knew he couldn't do much against a fully grown cyclopes. He didn't know where it had come from but that wasn't important, the monster had probably found them because of his blood, children of the big three were the easiest to be tracked by monsters. He had skeletons but there is no way he could stab it with the celestial bronze blade, Piper had passed out and was bleeding on the floor. Meanwhile Nico was struggling to not get hit by the 15 foot cyclopes, he didn't know what everyone else had seen but they didn't pay much attention. He raised a few skeletons to try and keep it in place, he felt himself getting weaker. He knew he shouldn't be doing these things but he was fine for those years he was alone, he would survive now. Piper had lost a lot of blood, he didn't know how well this would go, he had some squares of ambrosia but couldn't get it to her without dying. There was nothing else he could do, he grabbed her wrist and shadow traveled back to camp, but still got hit with the club before he was gone. His head hurt and he tasted blood in his mouth, he collapsed as he showed up somewhere in front of cabin 13.

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#percy jackson #percyjackson #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Pjo #Percy Jackson fandom #Percy Jackson fic #Percy Jackson fanfic #Percy Jackson fan fiction #Solangelo #Solangelo fic #Nico di Angelo #Will solace #Annabeth chase #piper McLean #jason grace #hazel levesque #reyna avila ramirez arellano #frank zhang #leo valdez

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awesome-shoes-with-wings · 3 months

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I was reading Sea of Monsters (again) when I got to the part where the guinea pigs were turned back into men when suddenly I had an original thought!

There were lots of guinea pig pirates, you know.

And uh... Toby Stephens was a pirate, the great and dearly beloved Captain Flint.

So what I'm throwing around is... AU where Captain Flint got cursed to be a guinea pig with his crew or something like that?? Would be hilarious as a crack fic!

Furthermore:

Percy: Dad??? Captain Flint: I beg your pardon? Percy: ... Percy: ... oh wait nevermind-

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 13

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

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

Wordcount: 1350

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jackson started speaking and you started typing.

Then all hell broke loose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The video stopped but Jackson didn't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You quickly stopped pretending to type.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 21 days

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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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hecatemoon87 · 1 year

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ABCs of Smut with Tom Hardy Characters

It starts off smutty - no minors allowed.

Part II

Angry sex with Alfie

"Now, what did I tell you about being a needy brat, eh? You come in my office, straddle my knee and grind that perfect cunt on me thigh? I'm in a fucking bad mood, luv. And I'm going to take it out on your poor cunny."

Bondage sex with Bane

You wiggle with anticipation as Bane wraps a black silk cord around your wrists. His muscles bulge as he settles in front of you. "So it's the darkness in me you wish to see, hmmm? Well, I'm going to give you a taste of it. Now open your mouth like a good girl. Let's see how much darkness you can swallow."

Erradic sex with Eddie

"I'm sorry, I just gotta have you again." He whines gruffly against your ear. He is behind you, his strong arms holding you against his chest, his pant covered erection grinding over your bottom. You two are rival journalists. You should be competing, not fucking. But, god, you want and need him too, don't you? So go ahead, relax and let Eddie’s thick cock glide up your cunt as he sets you on top of your desk. You were after all, supposed to have a meeting.

Fertility sex with Forrest

Forrest doesn't like to fool around. He wants to settle down and have a family. He's traditional, no sex before marriage. But as soon as you become his wife, he's your sugar bear between your legs. "You're beautiful, baby girl. Mind if I fill your sweetness up? I'll be gentle. You'll be such a good mama."

Freaky sex with Freddie

"Bloody hell, baby. I knew you'd look sexy as fuck wearing that." Freddie gazes upon you with lust as you walk into the bedroom dressed in a French maid outfit. He likes to fuck you in every position he can think of, and that outfit just adds to his kink. He's all about domination with a touch of humiliation. But that's just fine, because you enjoy everything he has to offer. "Why don't you spread those gorgeous legs for daddy, you little slut."

Hedonistic sex with Heathcliff

This man has utter disregard for society. He likes to push boundaries and the limits of other people. It means he does the same in the bedroom. He likes to indulge in kinky sex on occasion, but mostly, he enjoys teasing your clit and nipples until you're a trembling mess. Your cunt will be aching and your honey will be coating your thighs. You will beg him for cock, and you'll have it...when he's good and ready. "That's right, darling. Beg you little slut. You've reached your limit, haven't you? Good, let's push you some more."

Intimate sex with Ian Eames

No doubt this man can deliver some delectable intense sex. But he's a bit of a stickler for the intimate side. He likes thrusting at a slow pace as he gazes down into your needy eyes. You think he does this to tease you. As you badly desire him to rail you. But the slow burn, the build-up of his lovemaking has always delivered some explosive orgasms. So just lay back and enjoy his cock between your legs and his tongue inside your hungry mouth.

Jesuitical sex with James

James doesn't often speak. He is a thinker, a man of action. When he does something, it needs to have a purpose. You have a purpose, a use for him. You weren't exactly certain what that was until he has you naked in his bed, covering your quivering body with hot, wet kisses. "You are part of my soul," he whispers as he enters your tight little core.

Lazy weekend sex with Leo

Leo works hard during the week. When the weekend comes, he wants nothing more than to stay in bed with you. His agenda is to spend time with you, especially between your legs. "Please, malyshka, say it again." He moans as his cock is planted firmly in your cunt. You tell him what he wants to hear, "I love you, my lion."

Tantric sex with Tommy

Tommy is a bit naive when it comes to experimenting with sex. He knows how to do it the good old-fashioned way, but when you tell him about tantric sex he wrinkles his nose. "That some sort of new age stuff?" You laugh, then proceed to show him how it's done. Through sensual kissing, touching, stroking, and petting, you are successful in getting Tommy hard as a rock. "When can I be inside you?" he almost whimpers. "You don't," you whisper against his ear and kiss his temple sweetly. "What?" He is very frustrated. "It's all about our aura and sensual contact, baby boy." He stares at you in disbelief, causing you to laugh again. "Just kidding!" "Oh, I'm so gonna give your bratty pussy a good pounding." He says.

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #facepuller #tom hardy smut #eddie brock #james delaney #alfie solomons #freddie jackson #tommy conlon #Heathcliff #leo demidov #bane #forrest bondurant #ian eames

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random-bean-allie · 4 months

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what exactly compels people to insult fics in PUBLIC bookmarks??

like sir, the writer is a random person who's writing for fun and has decided to share their creation with us so that hopefully some of us can have a few minutes of joy in our day!! that's amazing!

if you don't like it - just click out. it's not like they tricked you into giving them your firstborn, chill out and be respectful.

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percy-x-luke · 3 months

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If I’m Dreaming (Is This Wrong) (12341 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson Characters: Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Original Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson Child(ren), Hermes (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Mpreg, Light Angst, Knotting, Anal Sex, Consensual Underage Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, One Shot, POV First Person, Book 4: The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson), Cesarean Section, Dreams vs. Reality, Magic, Sex Magic, Porn With Plot, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Original Character(s), Memory Alteration, Scents & Smells, Light foot fetish, Luke Castellan Has Scars Summary: While in the Labyrinth, Luke wanders into an alternate dimension - probably - and meets Percy and everything is fine.

#lukercy #perluke #luke castellan #percy jackson #pjo #riordanverse #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson series #ao3 #fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fic #fanfic

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imaginmatrix · 4 months

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profound depths, longing seas

part v / xv

Grover seemed to balance out Annabeth’s serious demeanor and Percy’s energetic one with a nervous caution that reeled them both back from doing increasingly stupid things.

Until those occasional instances where he got caught up in the thrill as well, and then it was the three of them being downright silly together with absolutely no voice of reason among them.

percabeth | fairytale au | rated t | childhood friends to lovers

#morgan murmurs #writing #my writing #percabeth #pjo #Percy Jackson #pjo fanfic #Percy Jackson fanfic #fan fic #fan fiction #fairytale au #childhood friends to lovers #Annabeth chase #mermaid au

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 2 months

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Helpless part 34

"How are you feeling."

"Terrified." Nico whispered, biting his nails. He really needed a smoke but he knew Will would never let him, for fucks sake he didn't even know.

"You're going to be okay, I know you're scared but everything's going to be okay. Just think of it as another three days in the infirmary."

"Mmhm.." Nico thought back to Reyna, he might as well tell him everything that's happening, he didn't want to but he'd rather Will find out through him and not anyone else. "Will... can I talk to you about something..."

"'Course Neeks, is everything alright."

"Well... umm- you know how I don't eat that much? Well... it's- fuck- it's because I can't. Every time I eat I throw it up and just either way... I can't let myself- eat. I- before that I would starve myself... because... I got so fucking used to it." Will pulled the shaking boy into a hug,

"Thank you for telling me, I'm going to help you, I promise."

"Th-Thanks."

"That's what I'm here for Angel boy."

"That's a new one."

"Thought I'd get creative." Will smirked,

"Of course you did Sunshine."

"Nico is anything in particular worrying you?"

"Not really... just- yeah." Nico didn't mention the fact that asking for help made him weak and he felt useless, he couldn't bring himself to tell Will that. The living sunshine grabbed his hand,

"I swear on the river of Styx you're going to be okay." He hesitated before leaning down and kissing him on the forehead, Nico blushed, staring into Will's bright blue eyes.

"Will... last night.. who found out?"

"Jason and Percy, they were going to force you to watch Mean Girls-"

"-Oh I love Mean Girls."

"I never thought I would hear you say that; then when you didn't say anything they got worried."

"Shit... wait... did they tell you about the...?"

"Yeah..." Nico flinched back, covering his face with his hands.

"It's okay, I know they're easy to get lost in."

"They help to not feel the pain..."

"I'm going to help you find a healthy way to cope, I know your life's been hard, believe me, drugs won't make it easier." Oh such a hypocrite, Will thought to himself, relling Nico that drugs won't help when he'd probably smoked more than the rest of camp combined. There's a difference, Nico's worth saving, he's actually fought, him on the other hand, had fought so little times he could count it on one hand. He didn't say anything to him, right now the last thing that he needed was finding out about this shit, maybe if they ever got together he would tell him eventually but right now it wasn't important. Will hoped that would be possible, dating Nico, but he knew that after he realised he was useless he wouldn't give a shit. But he was the one that kissed me... He thought to himself then promptly told that thought to go and fuck itself.

"It's too much."

"One step at a time Nico, you can have as much time as you need. Rome wasn't built in a day."

"I'm not worth it, I have more problems than wor-" Will cut him off with a kiss, at first he was shocked but he didn't back away from him. Will pulled the shaking boy closer to him as his fingers threaded through his blonde hair, he was cold. Nico wrapped his arms around his neck, a glowing brightness shone off his tan skin. He was strong but still gentle as he cupped the smaller boy's face with his hands until they broke appart, both gasping for air.

"Nico di Angelo you are worth everything, never say that again."

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