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serapheemz · 10 months

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ִ ࣪♫₊ Both of you (at the same time)

With a few lingering touches from Nikolai and some eye-fucking type of stares from Fyodor, you're reduced to nothing but a sweaty, moaning, needy mess.

CW : Reader uses pronouns they/them for gender neutral purposes ; Nikolai and Fyodor kinda degrade and praise at the same time? ; Rough sex ! (*´꒳`*)

Being trapped with the Decay of Angels sucked.

Words could not describe the anguish you felt every time you heard Nikolai's annoying ass scream at the top of his lungs, or see the malicious plans that Fyodor had in mind, displayed across thousands of papers you and the rest of the organization had to read.

Sometimes, you didn't mind, though.

Yes, life truly was abhorrent around them, and whilst you despised hearing and seeing them every day, you still garnered an inkling, a sparkle in your eye and heart each time you saw Nikolai and Fyodor.

Which proved to be weird since you didn't feel the same way around Sigma, Bram or Fukuchi.

Just yesterday, during breakfast hours, you found yourself gazing and admiring the two men. The devil, Dostoevsky, was deep in thought, as usual, and the clown kept on blabbering about nonsense without ever needing to stop and rest his tongue. Truly, you had no clue why you'd been behaving this way. You genuinely thought it was your eyes deceiving you. Why were they looking extra handsome today?

You ran your fingers through your disheveled morning hair, eyes peeled as to understand what was so damn alluring about the men in front of you. Your tea was getting cold, and your food was getting stale, which Sigma wasn't appreciative of. He eyed you down, furrowing his eyebrows at your dazed look.

"Y/n, your food's getting cold, and I don't plan on making you another plate."

The sudden ring of his voice woke you up from your daydream. You nodded and apologized to Sigma. It was really rude of you to let your food go to waste, especially after he prepared it for everybody with so much 'love' and 'care'.

Then Nikolai glanced at you, catching your hectic expression, nearly giggling at the sight of how red your cheeks had become.

You'd be a fool if you thought they didn't notice your fixed leer on them these past few days and you'd be an even bigger fool to think they didn't take full advantage of it.

It started with simple touches.

During the day and meetings, Fyodor had instructed Nikolai to tease you in a way that'd drive you mad, and Nikolai chose subtle touches as his torture method. Randomly, especially during the morning, he'd graze his hands against yours, but not enough to make it seem intentional. Other times he'd 'accidentally' bump into your side, but what got you over the edge was the hugs that lingered a few seconds too long and his hand placement.

Often, you found Nikolai's hands glide over your back and onto your rear for only a few moments, before pulling back around your torso.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for Nikolai to hug people. He often did so, without asking a lot of the time, too, but the way he hugged you, made you feel delirious with how warm and nice his arms felt around you.

However, it didn't stop there.

Not only was Nikolai on your ass, Fyodor was too.

Fyodor was never really one to be touchy with people, unlike his partner Nikolai. He was a reserved man, so his choice of torment was inflicted on you through his prolonged ogle.

You've never felt so naked while being fully clothed, and it was all because of Dostoevsky's eyes regularly undressing you. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't exciting feeling his eyes observe your every move. It felt so... exhilarating.

It wasn't long before you broke under their bewitching spell, their charisma proving very handy to lure you right into their trap.

And what a nice trap it was.

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Fyodor's fingers tangled and detangled your hair, burying them deep in and massaging your temples as you struggled to take his cock in your mouth.

"My, what a good bitch we've got on our hands, haven't we, Mykola?" He addressed to his friend, whose hands playfully squeezed your cheeks, causing you to struggle and moan, sending vibrations around the raven-haired male's dick.

Nikolai's hips pressed hard against yours, holding them down on his lap as your tongue swirled and your spit drizzled down Fyodor's tip.

"Look at Nikolai behind you. Isn't he making you feel good?" Fyodor grasped your chin, gently pulling your mouth and lips off his dick and forcing your head to look back at the white-haired man.

You nodded frantically, leaning back into Nikolai's chest as you puffed and coughed for more air. The heat in the room was latching onto your skin, sweat beads forming on your forehead and trickling down to your crimson cheeks.

You squealed as Nikolai pushed himself deeper inside, your walls squeezing him tightly as he groaned, " So fucking tight..." He snickered and ran a hand alongside your sweaty figure, feeling every fissure and bit of your body against his palm.

Fyodor sat down in front of you, grabbing one of your legs and yanking it on his shoulder. There was this mischievous glimmer in his eyes you couldn't ignore and you soon found out what he had in plan for you.

With the help of Nikolai and the support of a wall, they used their shared leverage to their advantage.

Fyodor's hands grazed the back of your ass, coming down to land a smack against it before rubbing the reddened mark. His lips pecked your nape, now having switched positions with Nikolai. You stared, breathing heavily as Nikolai slowly pushed inside you again, the familiar feeling of his cock warming up your insides and causing you to tip your head over to the side, rolling your eyes back. You whimpered at the feeling of it hitting that same spot that made your back arch, the pleasure so immaculate it caused you to squirm and gasp.

"You're so in love with Mykola's dick, how about mine, hm?" Fyodor whispered into your ear, kissing your earlobe as if he was asking you something you were too far gone to comprehend and answer on the spot. Thankfully, Nikolai's rough slap against your cheek woke you up to your senses.

"Uh huh, please... I want you both, please."

The men exchanged glances as they heard your request.

Smiling, Fyodor smooched your shoulder, his lips leaving you yearning for more. Nikolai's grip on you increased and he pressed his own lips into yours, swirling his tongue around them, urging them open, and of course, you gave into his silent implore, letting the man in front of you do as he pleased with your mouth, feeling every part of it, how warm and wet it felt and how your plush lips quivered every time you'd let out another slutty moan.

Your head staggered back into Fyodor's as he slowly entered you. A pained expression painted itself on your face as you gasped and whined.

"Fuck- fuckin' hurts... Colya, Fedya...! "

But, they didn't stop.

Fyodor pressed on inside of you, stretching you out as Nikolai attempted at thrusting again, causing you to groan at the growing ache and burn Fyodor was inflicting on you. Your eyes welled up in tears and Nikolai watched them dribble on your cheeks before kissing and whirling his tongue around the saltiness sprinkled across.

"You keep bitching about how bad it hurts but haven't even asked us to stop." Nikolai moaned and moved his lips to your own.

God, that burning sensation felt fucking delightful, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it or say anything, not while Fyodor and Nikolai were both inside of you, at the same time. It took everything in your willpower to stop you from wailing their names and creaming on their cocks already.

You gripped Nikolai's hair, pushing your lips further into his, kissing him so hard he felt his dick throb deep in you, right against that spot that made your vision go flurry.

"So wet, just for us..." Fyodor mused, "Does that feel good, baby?"

"F-Fuck yes, it does..." You groaned as your lips left Nikolai's. "Oh my fucking God, please move already!"

"Don't speak the Lord's name in vain, especially not right now." Fyodor's voice turned into a displeased one for a mere moment, scolding you for your disobedience, however, that only made you clench harder around him, your mouth dropping into an 'o'.

Nikolai let out a near-insane laugh as he fucked himself into you, his dick grazing Fyodor's, earning a pleasured sigh out of him. The feeling of the two of them inside you made your stomach churn with butterflies, aggressively flapping their wings. You felt so fucking full it hurt but in such a good way...

The type of hurt you chased, trying desperately to bounce yourself on their cocks to gain some more friction. The burning sensation you once felt was agonizing now subsided into something so erotic it dragged a damn near pornographic moan out of you as Nikolai hunched his head into your neck, kissing down it before moving back up and sucking an arduous hickey into your svelte skin.

Fyodor muttered phrases that you could barely process, but the ones that did go through your brain and were understood were thinning the line between praising and degrading.

"So fucking good, what a good slut you are..."

And Nikolai chimed in with his own plaudit, "You're made for this dick, fuck..."

The otherwise vulgar, wicked words they uttered would've made your skin crawl in any other situation, but now it was only fueling the burning desire to be rougher, faster, more passionate.

You begged and pleaded the two of them would increase their speeds, and maybe fuck you with more fervor, but you had no idea Fyodor's thrusts would knock the air out of you.

You gasped and felt yourself tighten around them, eyes rolling back into your skull as you fell into a deep embrace with Nikolai, reduced to a stuttering and moaning mess in his arms as Fyodor smirked from behind you, winking at Nikolai who grabbed your hair and pulled you back, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"Gotta look into my eyes when you come."

With those words, you felt like you had lost yourself in euphoria, stumbling back onto Fyodor's torso and searching for a part of him you could grasp onto while your orgasm shattered you.

It took a few moments for you to clear your murky vision of the fog that had garnered up in your eyes.

"Came so good they nearly passed out."

"Mhm." Fyodor hummed in approval.

Nikolai flicked your forehead once before smirking at you. "You have no idea how fucked out you look! I wish I could take a picture and remind you every single day." He frowned and Fyodor chuckled behind you, leisurely helping you down onto your feet.

"Don't poke fun at them too hard, they might cry." Fyodor held back a snicker.

The moment your feet hit the cold ground you hissed, stumbling over to the bed in front of you and planting yourself face-first into it.

Your head was spinning and your entire body was on fire.

"What the hell did you two fuckers do to me...?"

"Don't pretend you don't remember." Fyodor approached you silently, gently patting and brushing your hair with his slim fingers. The mattress underneath you dipped as the two of them sat down, the clown lazily threw himself next to you, lying down and smirking at your exhausted expression.

Your eyelids grew heavy, your breathing slowed and you closed them eventually, letting rest take over you. Guess getting fucked so good had you sleeping better because the next thing you knew, it was morning and the sun was already shining.

Your eyes squinted as the beams of rays gently caressed them, pulling you out of your peaceful slumber. What time was it...?

You lazily whipped your head around to look at the vintage clock situated on the bedside table next to you. Despite being in bold letters you could not distinguish the numbers displayed on it. Perhaps it was sleep still lingering on your eyelashes.

Just then you realized something that knocked the drowsiness out of you.

"No fucking way I fell asleep in a room alone with those two bastards." You grumbled to yourself and rolled over, kicking Nikolai's bedsheet sheets off you and groggily getting up on your two feet.

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Breakfast was utterly humiliating.

You felt awkward even just walking out of Nikolai's room, but you hadn't noticed something when you looked in the mirror earlier.

Lovebites scattered across your neck and collarbones, marking every place Nikolai and Fyodor decided they wanted to make love to yesterday.

If it weren't for Sigma's flushed expression, trying to look away and hold his tongue, you wouldn't have noticed till later, you could've gone out like that during a mission, and neither Fyodor nor Nikolai would've said anything whatsoever. You might be wondering, why?

Because they love watching you get embarrassed.

"Y/n... your neck... are you okay?" Sigma asked, concerned. "You look like you got mauled by a bear."

"Actually, I got mauled by two, at the same time."

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percyluvr · 4 months

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hiii !! could you please do percy x apollo reader where she's like this super sunny girl and everyone thought that her and her ex were perfect together but her ex ends up breaking up with her after losing interest. and maybe the breakup kind of splits everyone into sides because it was healthy but also heartbreaking (and percy, without even knowing, is somehow is her #1 advocate to everyone even if they don't know each other / barely ever talked before) and everyone watches as she slowly loses her spark and stops showing up for things, stays in bed all day, stuff like that and percy suddenly feels her absence and has enough of it and helps her pick up the pieces of her heart. he doesn't really pressure her to date or anything he just tries to be there for her by brightening her mood and teasing her and stuff and eventually he helps her move on from her ex. and like maybe a couple months pass of them being friends but also lowkey more than that and she confesses to him after annabeth or her friend makes her realize that she actually like LIKES percy when she loses it in a mad or a sad way at the sight of him with another girl (and she usually has her emotions in control) but yeah thats basically it !! thank u for reading this :)) hope ur having a good dayy

percy jackson x daughter of apollo!reader summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you and percy becomes your #1 defender, falling in love with you in the process wc: 4286

You, along with pretty much everyone else at camp, thought that your relationship was perfect. Being with your boyfriend was like a fairytale to you, but apparently it wasn't for him.

"Hey, so um, thanks for meeting me. I hope this isn't too random, but I just don't think our relationship is working anymore, and I think you feel it too," he says, looking into your eyes. If you weren't so in love with him, you probably would've smacked the crap out of him for this. You'd never been happier in your relationship, and he thought it wasn't working? You weren't quite sure if you were mad or sad in this moment.

"Oh. If that's what you think, then I agree," you reply, sadly smiling at him, trying to pretend that your heart wasn't breaking into a million little pieces.

"Alright, I still really like you and I hope we can be friends still," he says, and you know that he's saying it without malicious intent because he really is a good guy, which makes you even more frustrated.

"Sure, of course we can."

He gives you a hug and tells you to have a good day.

How are you supposed to have a good day when you just got dumped by the love of your life? You genuinely wished you could be mad at him, but he was just such a genuine and nice guy that you couldn't. You know that he only said it out of the good of his heart and because he didn't want the relationship to actually go downhill, but you were still frustrated and sad.

As if your day wasn't bad enough already, news of your breakup had already spread throughout camp, and everyone was looking at you with sympathetic looks. You had hoped to the gods that you could go at least a day before this happened, but of course not.

You got your food and sat down at your table, your siblings immediately crowding around you and asking you questions and trying to comfort you. You could hear people at the other tables talking about the breakup, and from what you could hear, people were taking "sides" in your breakup, even when they thought it was mutual.

"Hey, I heard about what happened. I'm so sorry, but we're all here for you, okay?" You hear one of your sisters say, but it doesn't really register. At this point, you feel numb, and you aren't really hearing anything people are saying anymore.

Later that day, you're sitting by the river, small sniffles being all you can manage to muster up after crying your heart out for the last 45 minutes. You're looking out at the water, thinking about what went wrong, when you hear footsteps approaching.

"Are you okay?" You hear an unfamiliar voice ask.

You don't even bother looking up. It's probably just another person here to tell you how they're on your side.

"No, but it's fine," you reply.

The person sits down next to you, and you finally look over, finding Percy Jackson sitting to your right.

He looks back at you, "hey, I'm Percy. Sorry if I'm interrupting, but I was just coming over to swim and I heard you crying."

"No, it's fine. I don't own the beach," you weakly laugh. "My boyfriend broke up with me today, if you're wondering why I'm crying."

"Yeah, I heard about that. I'm really sorry that happened to you, you seem really sweet."

"Thanks, but it's okay. He wasn't rude about it or anything, just said that he didn't think our relationship was working and that he hoped he could still be friends," you muttered.

He makes a sympathetic sound then says, "that's almost worse. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that, especially if the person is genuine."

"Yeah, it really broke my heart. He was so genuine about it, and that's what really hurt. He still cares about me but he just doesn't love me anymore," your voice cracks in the middle of your sentence, and you look back at the water.

"Jeez, that seriously sucks. But hey, I'm sure it's not you that was the problem, maybe what he wanted in a relationship just changed?" It sounded like he was going to say more, but you made a sob-like sound and he immediately shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm really not good at this," he says awkwardly after a moment of silence.

"It's okay. If it helps, I do feel a bit better at least. You're not as bad as you think you are," you look over at him and he's already looking at you.

The two of you talk a bit more, before you excuse yourself to your cabin, not telling him why, but he suspected that you were going to cry more, and it made him sad to see you like this.

The two of you weren't friends, you were barely even acquaintances, but Percy now felt responsible for defending you. Every time he overheard a conversation where people were taking your ex-boyfriend's side, he would walk over there and set them straight, telling them how great you were and how the breakup wasn't your fault at all, and he should've been grateful to have you, even though the breakup wasn't messy at all.

People started to joke that he was the leader of your fan club, which secretly made him feel all weird inside. At the time he didn't know what he was feeling, but when he looked back at it, he knew that this was when he started to fall in love with you.

If, even a month ago, someone would've told Percy that the girl he'd always had a tiny crush on would've been single, and he was now openly defending you like his life depended on it, he would've first told them there's no way you did anything wrong, so what was he even defending you from? And second, he absolutely does not have a crush on you. Lastly, he would ask if you were really single, but not that he was asking for himself, he was definitely asking for a friend.

"Dude, you need to calm down defending her. She's not gonna let you hit just because you're taking her side," some camper makes the mistake of saying to his face.

"What the hell is your problem? Not everyone is trying to get a girl to 'let him hit.' Some of us are just decent human beings defending our friends," Percy says, before promptly soaking the guy in water and walking away.

This incident was just one of many where a camper makes the mistake of talking bad about you. At this point, he was one of the two people at camp that didn't know he was falling for you. You were the other, obviously, because how could you know someone else was in love with you when you were busy wallowing in your sorrows in your cabin?

About a week after you were broken up with, you began to distance yourself from all of the activities at camp, including the ones that once brought you so much joy. You'd never thought of yourself to be someone that would drown in their own sorrows, but then again, you'd never really experienced anything that would've proved yourself otherwise.

So, here you were, cuddled up in bed under about 5 blankets, mascara stains under your eyes, a box of tissues next to you, and another romcom on the TV, when you could've been outside doing archery or in the infirmary gossiping with your siblings like you would've done before the breakup. Your heart was aching so badly that you could barely even wake up in the morning. After your talk with Percy, you thought that it was easing up, even though that was only hours after the breakup actually happened, but you couldn't have been more wrong.

After a few days of this behavior from you, Percy was sick of it. He was sick of not being able to see you, and he was sick of you being sad. He went to the Stoll brothers and asked them to smuggle some ice cream in for him, as well as a stuffed animal and paid them extra to do it as fast as they could.

Every few hours, your siblings and friends would come into the cabin and check up on you, sometimes staying to watch a movie or two with you before leaving again and telling you to come get them if you needed anything. You heard the door to the cabin open again. Thinking it was just another one of your siblings, you ignored it and continued watching your movie. What you didn't expect was for Percy Jackson to be standing in front of you mere seconds later.

"Hey, I'm sorry it took me so long to stop by. I brought some ice cream, I don't know if it'll help or if you even like this flavor, but I thought it might help," he says, an awkward smile on his face, awaiting a response.

"Oh, well, thank you," you say, wiping your face, now slightly embarrassed about the mascara that was staining it.

"Hey, don't worry about the mascara, I get it. Well, I don't get it get it, but y'know what I mean, right?"

You let out a small laugh. "Yes, Percy, I get what you mean."

"Oh! I also brought this teddy-bear. It's the sunshine care bear, 'cause you're an Apollo kid," he smiles.

"Aww, thank you so much, Percy. It means a lot to me. Do you want to stay and watch movies with me?" You ask, desperately hoping he'll say yes.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. I'd love to," he replies.

You scoot over in the bed, patting the spot next to you, signaling Percy to sit down, and he obliges.

"So, what are we watching?" He asks.

"Well, I'm starting to run out of romcoms, so I've started to rewatch some. We're about to watch 10 Things I Hate About You," you say with a smile.

"What's it about?"

You explain the plot, and he listens with genuine interest.

This situation happens a few more times, before he finally asks you if you're ready to come back to camp activities. He doesn't add that he misses you when he's out there, but he desperately wants to. He refrains from any flirting because he doesn't want to pressure you, but it kills him to not be able to tell you how much he already likes you, even after just a few days of hanging out with you.

You tell him yes, and you'll be back to doing your activities tomorrow, to which he's overjoyed. He's never been happier in his life, and the two of you aren't even dating. Even when you are ready to date, if you still don't like him, he realizes that he would be happy just to be your friend.

When you're back to your regular responsibilities at camp, you realize just how much you've missed it. It takes a bit before you get back into the ropes of archery, but one wouldn't say you were bad. As an Apollo kid, you could never really be bad at archery, which you appreciated. Once you'd gotten the hang of it again, you realized how much you missed it. Archery had always been relaxing to you, not just because you were a daughter of Apollo. Even before you'd come to camp, your mother had you in archery lessons, and you'd enjoyed it even then. You were fully concentrating until you heard a familiar voice calling to you.

"Hey, I'm glad you're back out here. It's so good to have you back," Percy says, pulling you into a hug, the very first hug the two of you had ever shared. It was surprising at first, but you quickly melted into it.

"Yeah, I'm so glad to be back out here. I missed it so much. I owe you so much for getting me out of that bed, I was miserable."

He blushes. "Nah, it's fine. I knew you would feel better being out here, you love it too much to stay holed up in there, even if those romcoms were good," he jokes.

"Right? I knew you liked them," you say with a smile. "But yeah, you're right. I love being out here with everyone, and I love archery too much to give it up to cry over a boy."

He solemnly nods. "Yeah, I just can't tell you enough how good it is to see you out here. You look so much better, y'know? Your skin is like, glowing again."

You smile. "Thank you," you're about to say more when you hear a voice, specifically a voice belonging to the last person you wanted to see right now.

"Hey! It's good to see you out here," your ex-boyfriend says casually, as if he didn't rip your heart in two and cause you to become a hermit for 2 weeks straight. Percy gives him the nastiest look you've ever seen in your life, and try your best to contain your laughter, but you end up letting out a weird choked sound which earns you a smile from Percy and a weird look from your ex-boyfriend.

"Sorry, swallowed wrong," you say to him.

"Oh, alright?" He says confusedly, before trying to give you a hug, to which you not-so-accidentally swerve. He raises his eyebrow and you shrug.

"Uh, anyways. Yeah, good to see you too," you say before walking away with Percy, leaving your ex-boyfriend standing there confused. You didn't mean to be so rude, but you really couldn't stand being in the same vicinity as him right now.

The next day, you're in the infirmary, gossiping and laughing with one of your sisters, when Percy walks in, clutching his arm. You immediately get up, speed-walking over to where Percy is now standing.

"Hey, what happened?" You asked him, ushering him over to one of the beds.

"Was just doing some practice sword-fighting with your ex-boyfriend and he stabbed me right in the arm. I would've just gone to the ocean and healed it with the water, but I wasn't sure if it would heal this," he says before moving his hand from the deep gash on his bicep.

"Oh sweet Apollo, that was not an accidental stab. Sit here, put your hand back over it, I'll be back in a second," you say before rushing off to collect some supplies.

When you come back, you see Percy sitting with his eyebrows furrowed, muttering some unsavory things under his breath.

"Here, give me your arm," you request, to which he obliges.

You gently wrap his arm with gauze, noticing how intimate your position was and feeling awkward. You didn't want to mention it, not knowing if Percy felt the tension too. You tried to finish up as quickly as possible, hoping the awkward atmosphere would vanish. Unfortunately, it did not. When you finished, you noticed that Percy was staring at you with a weird look in his eyes.

"Um, I'm done, if it still hurts, I can get you some painkillers," you say, scratching the back of your head awkwardly.

Apparently, this breaks him out of his strange trance, and he nods.

"Yeah, uh, painkillers would be good," he replies, still in a slightly dazed state.

You rush out of the room as quick as you can, trying to avoid his gaze. When you were browsing the painkillers trying to find the best for his situation, you kept replaying the scene in your mind. You were trying not to be delusional, but you swore that when you caught Percy staring at you, he started to blush. You pushed it out of your thoughts and brought the medicine to him.

"Take two to four of these every six hours, and the pain should be gone in about two to three days," you said, handing him the container.

He nodded. "Okay, thank you. Maybe you can prescribe some pills to calm your ex down or something," he joked.

You laughed softly. "I wish we had any that would help. Just try to stay away from him. The breakup was his idea so I really don't get what his problem is," you say.

Percy shrugs, and the conversation ends.

Over the next few weeks, you see Percy in the infirmary more than you've seen him there in the past 4 years combined, which is odd, but you don't really think much of it. The injuries are all very small, and he could definitely heal most, if not all with water, but you don't comment on this, as you've really been enjoying having Percy's company during the day.

A few months pass on, and it's another slow day at the infirmary. You're talking with your sister and drinking lemonade, when something outside catches her attention.

"Hey, do you mind if I leave for today? I saw my man walk past just now. I'm thinking today is the day I confess!" Your sister tells you.

"Yeah, sure. I doubt anyone else will come in today anyway. Go get him, girl!" You encourage.

She basically runs out of the infirmary, making you laugh.

A few minutes later, Percy is back. You weren't expecting him back today, as he'd already been here this morning, but he was always welcome.

"Hey, Percy. What happened now?" You ask.

"Oh, I'm fine. A bunch of other people are going to the beach later, and I was just wondering if you were going to be there," he says shyly.

"Hm, I guess it really wouldn't hurt. When did they say they'd be there?"

"Uh, they said they were planning to go in around 30 minutes, I think," he replies.

"I mean, there's no one else scheduled to be at the infirmary today, but it's pretty slow today, so I guess it'd be fine," you conclude.

"Alright, awesome, cool. I'll see you there then," he said before rushing out. You looked out the window and the sight of him jumping up and down and cheering made you laugh harder than you'd laughed in a long time. He looked back through the window and saw you already looking at him. He gave you a pained look and ran off.

"Wow, I sure choose normal people to be friends with," you mutter to yourself before writing a note and putting it on the infirmary door saying that it'd be empty for the rest of the day. You went to your cabin and began changing into your swimsuit. You put a pair of jean shorts and a yellow tank top on over your swimsuit and grabbed a towel.

You talked to your siblings that were in the cabin for a bit before heading down to the beach. You spotted Percy sitting on his towel, looking at everyone else that was swimming. You put your towel down next to his and sat down.

"Hey waterboy, whatcha lookin' at?" You asked.

"Nothing really, was just waiting for you so we can swim," he says, smiling over at you.

"Alright, let's go then," you say, taking off your shorts and tank top as Percy watches, not noticing how intensely he was staring until you cleared your throat.

"Are you going to just sit there and stare at me, or are you gonna come with me to the water?" You teased, causing him to blush a deep red.

He immediately takes off his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen, which you should've expected, he was a swimmer after all. You were in awe, but he spoke up, "now look who's staring."

He grins at you before grabbing your hand and running to the water. Your shorter legs had a hard time keeping up with him, but you somehow managed.

The two of you splashed and swam until the water began to get cold. You both raced back to the towels, bundling up and sitting on the beach.

"Hey, we're going to have a bonfire, if you guys want to come," Connor Stoll says to you and Percy.

"Yeah, sounds cool," Percy replies for the both of you.

"Alright man, awesome. We're going now, so."

You and Percy grab your stuff and follow Connor to the campfire.

As the sun sets, you're all chatting and roasting marshmallows.

"Hey, Perce. Thanks for inviting me, and thank you for helping me get over my break up. We weren't even really friends before and you still helped me. I don't know what I would've done without you," you confess.

"Yeah, yeah. It's no problem. I mean, you're really sweet, and I'm glad to call you my friend now, too."

You smile, and spend the rest of the night quietly talking to Percy, which catches Annabeth's eye.

The next day, you hear a knock on your cabin door. You open the door to probably the last person you would expect to be there, Annabeth Chase.

"Hey, what's up? Who're you here for?" You ask.

"You," she says, causing your eyebrow to raise.

"It's nothing bad, at least, not for me."

"Uh, okay," you say, stepping out of your cabin and closing the door behind you.

Annabeth sits down on the steps, and you follow.

"So, I noticed you and Percy last night at the bonfire," she says with a small smirk on her face.

She must've seen the confused look that flashed across your face, because she laughs. "You two were all over each other, I swear. You two are so in love it makes me sick. There's no way neither of you have noticed this. I'm not even going to bother bringing it up to Percy because he has seaweed for brains, I swear. But you're smart, so I'm saying this to you. You two like each other, and it's physically paining everyone else at camp to see you two pining over each other like idiots. Please, for the love of the Gods, tell him how you feel, because I guarantee he feels exactly the same. That's all."

If there was any time to take a bow, it would've been after that speech, you think.

"Well, after that I guess I have no other choice," you joke.

This seems to satisfy her, because she gets up and pats you on the shoulder before walking away and wishing you luck.

Later that day, you decide that you're going to tell Percy how you feel, consequences be damned. I mean, if Annabeth Chase is telling you to do something, you better do it.

That night, you're standing in front of the Poseidon Cabin, mustering up all your courage to go inside and confess your feelings to Percy. You open the door, and all your confidence that you had conjured up fizzles right out when you see Percy sat on the floor talking to some girl that you didn't know the name of. His eyes catch yours, and you feel the tears forming. You turn around and run out as fast as you can, not caring how crazy you look running through the camp and crying. When you finally reach the beach, you sit down. You didn't expect Percy to follow you, so when you heard footsteps and heavy breathing, you jump up and scream.

"Hey, woah, you're very fast," Percy says in between heavy breaths.

"What do you want?" You ask, tearing streaming down your face.

"Wait, what's wrong?" He asks, clueless.

The question only makes you cry harder.

"Hey, c'mon, don't leave me in the dark, we're friends, right?"

"Yeah, and I guess that's all we'll ever be," you snap.

"What are you talking about?"

"Percy, please," you say, exasperated.

"I don't know what you're talking about, okay. Please just explain."

"Okay, fine," you say, trying to control your crying. "I was going into your cabin to tell you that I like you. No, I don't just like you, I love you, Percy. That's what I was going to tell you. But then I saw you in there with that girl, and it upset me, but at least now I know you don't like me back, so that's awesome."

"Hey, hey, slow down now. Who ever said that I don't like you back?"

"What?"

"You just said that I don't like you back, but I never said that, okay?"

"But what about that girl?" You ask.

"She's from the Aphrodite Cabin, she was helping me figure out how to tell you that I like you. No, I love you," he says your name, and you feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

"Oh," you say, now feeling extremely stupid.

"Yeah."

"Well, um. I'm sorry for freaking out on you," you manage to squeak out.

"Hey, it's fine, okay? I probably would've done the same thing if I was you, don't worry about it," he says, grabbing your hand in between his two larger ones.

"So, um, what now?" You ask.

"Well, we could always kiss," he jokes, not expecting you to actually say yes.

When he feels your full lips on his, he feels like crying, and he thinks he actually does, if the salty taste in his mouth is any sign.

You kiss for what feels like hours, breaking apart for air.

"So, uh, what would you rate that kiss out of 10?" He jokingly asks, breaking the silence.

"Um, probably a 9. But I could rate more accurately if I got to experience it again," you say, and he immediately takes you up on this, crashing your lips together in a somehow more passionate kiss than before.

a/n: okay so i DEFINITELY went crazy with this, but it was just such a good request so thank you saur much and i hope you like this !! i tried to follow it as closely as possible but i got kinda carried away on some parts,, this is also the longest fic i've ever written on this app so do with that what u will

#pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo series #pjo x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson fic #pjo x you #percy jackson imagine #book percy jackson #i need him biblically #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #hes so pretty #please please please #there is nothing i wouldnt give to be with him

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- i know it’s over

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ lando norris x reader/daniel ricciardo x reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ synopsis: you hadn't meant to crawl your way back into his life, but you had. lando had happened to you slowly, throughout the seasons, daniel had left fast and clear. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: 18+, toxicity, emotional cheating, explicit language, ANGST, sad reader, sad lando, just major angst, tears. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: this is kinda portraying the inner workings of my psyche, badly edited.

you paced the dining room, suddenly a cage, finding it harder and harder to breath. it was over now, you were sure, he had promised you. how could you-, you stopped the feelings of anything but rage, fearing he would enter the door any moment and find you in tears, you would not let him have the satisfaction. you paced and paced and paced until finally the realisation came that, not only did he realise he was late, but he didn't care. he probably broke the promise unapologetically, maliciously. that's what made you hit the floor, clutching your heart, now shattered in your chest. that unwanted feeling, all too familiar, being kicked aside by someone so dear. you crawled up next to the couch like a dog and waited to be kicked awake. the floor was colder than you remembered when you finally stretched your limbs out in the morning sun, thinking about everything that had happened in your mind last night, but soon interrupted by the dryness of your mouth as you scrambled to your feet. the cool, still water is not enough to fill the hole dug last night. the latch clicks and you turn around, the door opens, hesitantly. he looks.... put together, calm, collected but he had faint dark bags underneath his eyes. there was nothing to say in your state. already knowing what you had come to terms with last night. it didn't matter how much you loved him, this was it, you were sure. you just looked at him, there wasn't any energy for shouting or anger. he knows this, seeing the way your shoulders droop in the dress that you definitely didn't mean to wear to bed last night, and the champagne sitting empty on the table, surrounded by 2 glasses, one untouched. there was nothing holding you together anymore as you make a beeline for the door, passing him.

“oh come on? y/n?”

his tone of voice jerks you and your taken slightly aback, a juxtaposition to the silence that engulfed you for so long. your chin wobbles slightly, the sleepless nights without him, the worrying. there's nothing to say that articulates how you feel, it is too much, there is too much between you 2. you choke out the words you think make the most sense.

"I can't"

he sees your eyes. he knows, he wished he didn't, but he feels it as much as you do, the pulling apart between you. "its just because of all the drama with my departure, next season ill see you so much more when im a reserve driver and the season is almost over we have all-"

"no" you cut him off, suddenly breathless. you'd heard it all before.

"please y/n" he says, looking at you. a final act of desperation, clawing onto any semblance of love that mat still hang between you two.

"I can't"

"y/n" the silence that fell afterwards was one that followed you for the next year, a haunting silence, one only filled by his voice, that you no longer heard. that's how it ended with you, silent. a wild blaze, slowly muffled, a rain storm, flowing back to the sea.

lando begrudgingly leaves you in hospitality, a grin as big as the sun on his face as you shoo him away, you tell him a lie as to why you shouldn't be in the garage, you're giddy as you watch him walk away. lando brushes past Daniel on the way, oblivious to the contact in his state of giddiness.

“what are you smiling about norris?” he asks, only just snapping out of it enough to hear the next words out of his mouth. “new girl?” he questions “maybe….” hes smirking now. “oh maybe?” Daniel says, a chevalier grin covering his face now. “she’s so fuckin’ cool” “heh i bet” if only daniel knew that it was you he was talking about.

the romance with Lando had begun mostly spontaneous, with you residing in Monaco for a short time as you got over whatever the fuck happened between you and Daniel, feeling torn in a place once enjoyed by the two of you, lando made it seem bearable. it changed nothing to say that you truly didn't mean to love him like you ended up doing. lando was still one of Daniels closest friends and he would still loathe you all the same.

it started out as a summer romance, kisses on the beach, salt water spraying both your faces, tan lines, but then it continued through the seasons. in the windy London weather, the rain, the fog. the cosier mornings and the even cosier nights, it became all too easy to settle into routine with him. lando seemed to have something that Daniel never had- Time. even when you were not with him, he would call, an annoying amount of times, he would text, he would send you photos, ask you what you were doing, he'd send you flowers from wherever he was racing. he had time for you and he made it clear that it was both yours and his: time together.

you’re swaying, his jacket engulfing you while the breeze hits the side of your face. “are you really doing this” “fuck it” he say, looking directly at you. he’d been drinking but it didn’t change anything, you’d known it for a while, the love. it was all you ever needed, you could feed off of it forever, drink it forever, sleep in it. you both sauntered into the tattoo parlour midly intoxicated and danny approaches the counter explaining the scenario. they’re reluctant but upon recognising him, they're pretty easy going. daniel gestures for you to follow him over to the chair as he pulls up the sleeve of his shirt gesturing. “what do you think, you’re initials right…..” he waves his finger around and points to a spot of skin right below his cherub tattoo.“here!” “get it cause you’re an angel?” he’s smirking at you and he thinks he’s so funny, you love him so much you could choke on it. you watch as he gets his tattoo, not flinching one bit, talking the whole time, smiling, flirting, making too many innuendos to just how much he loves you. he models your initials on him for you as he stands up to admire them and he can't stop smiling, more so than normal. you were so happy.

its Austria where he finally notices you, talking to Oscar off in the corner, not hiding but not making yourself rather known. he stops dead in his tracks before remembering where he was and swiftly moving off, you saw him, of course you did. he just hadn't thought you had, which was the nicest way to keep it. the weekend came and went and you gladly didn't see any more of him, restricting yourself even more to the McLaren garage and Lando's driver room. daniel's anger did not cease however and it was only a matter of time before he would reach out to you or lando and undoubtedly want excuses, answers, explanations, apologies. anything you were willing to give him he would take and you were scared that if Lando wasn't there you'd give it to him. the text came the next week, of course it did.

from: maybe: Daniel Ricciardo (1 new message)

what was that in austria? don't tell me you're with norris or piastri, bit young don't you think?

the fucking nerve, you sense the bitterness and anger in his tone and you want to scream at him or scream at something, you bring the phone into lando, asking his opinion but mostly just wanting to get the phone away from you, lest you respond with something villainous.

"baby, what?" he spots the look on your face and knows.

you turn your phone around and he reads the message, his face once warm now flatter, more stoic. he groans, putting his hand to his face and pulling down, exasperated. it was just something you knew was coming.

"lando i dont-" you start to get wound up, stressed, worried, looking at the look on landos face, unreadable he hasn't spoken in a while, is he mad? does he hate you? god. he fills the silence gratefully.

"what a fucking idiot" he says, quite frankly, lips turning up.

your eyes meet his and he starts typing. he turns the phone around for you to approve the message before he hits send.

"leave her alone mate"

you replace the the 'her' with 'me', worried that lando or whoever Daniel thinks might have written that message in your place is a bit ballsy.

to: maybe: Daniel Ricciardo

leave me alone Daniel.

clear as day, impossible to be misinterpretated. lando kisses your temple and you hit send. you take a deep breath and he sets your phone aside pulling you into him just like that, if only for a bit.

lando takes you to dinner and he holds your hand under the table the whole time. lando looked a little too good for a Tuesday night and you talked about the next race and about your boo. you talked about you're parents and your siblings and the food the restaurant served and childhood recipes and his recent streaming habits. it was easy, everything was always easy.

the next race however was not, on high alert for Danny Daniel you kept strictly to the McLaren section, rarely exploring unless you were leaving or arriving. you walk past the red bull garage quietly and covered by crowds of people as your cap shrouds your face and you exhale a breath you didn't even know you were holding when you finally see the familiar papaya. But this was Silverstone and Lando was much too popular to not be seen outside the comforts of the McLaren garage and with him insisting you to accompany him its not long before you are spotted by him, clad in redbull gear looking like the first day you met him, all freckled and bright eyes, though his eyes much harder than that day, set straight on you, unmoving. you look down at your feet and Lando reaches for you hand, you take it and look back up again only to see him turn back around and walk away.

the thing was of course you felt bad , all of this was horrible to him you were sure, but neither of you could help it. and even though you'd like to think you forgave him, Daniel hurt you so bad that maybe this is a semblance of repayment, even if you didn't mean it as such.

He never does respond to your text or try and reach out again, it's a strange feeling, getting exactly what you want, to be "left alone" but did you really want that. christ, it was all so confusing. nevertheless, you never came in contact with him again and it was quite a conscious action, from both parties.

when the season ended it was web of communications between drivers and girlfriends alike that if Daniel wouldn't be attending an after party you and lando would attend, when it was communicated that you would be attending Daniel wouldn't and so on.

-winter break 2023

the season was over. you'd just spent a week in France, skiing with Lando, max and pietra. reality altered by the smooth, fresh snow and your perpetually freezing nose. your book was coming along nicely, each night you'd sneak away to write and each night you actually would. you'd never been much of a skier but pietra was surprisingly a wonderful teacher and you were semi-pro in no time. Lando posted a photo of you and him that day and you nearly thought about telling him not to, you didn't. anyways it was a multi post and it wasn't like you were announcing your relationship, if anything you were barely in the photo. so for the uproar to be as big as it was on something as small as a photo of friends skiing and one extra unrecognisable head was insane.

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it was nothing, barely a glimpse, not even an inch of skin showing and somehow, there was still people who had things to say and along with that came Daniel... again.

you'd returned from France and you were lying spread on the bed, responding to emails while Lando was streaming. you were playing music on the tv in his room to try and block out the obnoxiously obscene things Lando was saying. it wasnt working, but you couldnt admit that you were laughing. though, just as you're about to turn over your phone and get some food for the afternoon or simply get out of this room your phone lights up with an unfamiliar contact and immediately begins buzzing on the surface of the bed. you click on the number, wondering purely if it is just a scam or somebody you'd forgot to name and your stomach drops at the look of his name in your phone again. you answer it, hesitantly, almost discreetly, feeling as though if Lando walked in you'd have this horrible dreaded look on your face, liked youd been caught with a dead mouse. you wait for him to speak first, but all you hear is breathing, the same breathing that soothed you to sleep, that calmed you down. christ. he was your drug, you were gripping your phone like a vice, too scared to hang up, too scared to speak. you were hopeless. you hear footsteps hitting the floor outside Landos bedroom and you rush to hang up. Lando walks in and gives you a kiss on the cheek before collapsing on the bed. the call probably lasted no longer than 14 seconds, but you already wished to hear it again. Lando's breathing stills and you look at him, wondering why on earth you would ever need more than this, why your body is so adamant on Daniel. you shut you eyes tightly, willing the thoughts of him to go away as you move closer to Landos warm body next to you on the bed. you must've nodded off because your eyes open and you're met with Landos skin, warm, soft surrounding you. he must've adjusted the sleeping position because there was a cover over both of you now. you hadn't even noticed your exhaustion, not until the mattress sunk so sweetly around you and Landos arm was draped so softly around you, it feels wrong to move so you shut your eyes once more, figuring deep down you perhaps deserve the sleep, you know that he does. the spot next to you is cold when you wake up again, the windows shut though dark and you guess its later than you'd imagine, you can hear the boxing of lando out in the kitchen, rather loudly on the phone with max and you smile to yourself. you can interrupt him a little later, for now you just wanted some quiet, you retrieve your phone from the soft carpeted floor and begin to think about who you need to call, but opening your phone app is a whole mixture of emotions as you remember what happened before you slept so blissfuly, but what's new is he's left you a message, he being Daniel. god you wish you had the control to ignore it, delete it, block him. you know you should, he should, you both should, none of this is healthy, but you click on it and raise it to your ear, waiting for it to begin playing. theres silence and your tempted to hang up before he says anything but then theres faint noisea, you turn over slightly and shove the phone under your ear. your eyes spring open when you recognise the fractured breathing, the exhales, the noises. hes- oh christ. but you can't bring yourself to stop it. you hear some shuffling and the noises get louder, you can hear him clearer now, the groaning, the breathlessness. it makes you hot in the face and you can picture him now, spread on his bed, tan chest, rising and falling with the phone atop. body impossibly warm, cock impossibly ha-. you snap out of it, stopping the message immediately, it shouldn't have done that, shouldn't have taken that long. yet you can't ignore the dampness in your panties as you type one simple message.

to: Daniel Ricciardo

stop.

after hitting send you take what is an attempt at a deep breath and go outside to see lando. lando's back is to you, as he potters behind the counter, making something for dinner. you walk up behind him as he leans to turn on the stove and you wrap his arms around his waist, leaning the side of your face into his back. he hums softly and you relax into his hold, your bodies moulding together. he hums with movement as he closes off his call with max and then turns around, firstly grabbing your hands and picking them up, turning around and then placing them back down. he sways you softly before placing you softly next to him and stirring whatever he seems to be making.

“how was your stream”

“i think i should stay off the internet”

you laugh at him, slightly confused but he just opens his phone, and turns it around to you and no doubt. the first thing underneath lando norris on instagram is a video of his stream from this afternoon. he hands it to you and you press play, landos extravagant, lewd moans fill the kitchen and you can’t help it. you both laugh so much you need to grip the bench to keep yourself standing up.

“you’re a child”

“it was ginge i swear” he puts his hands up, tears in his eyes. hands over his ribs.

“sure, sure” you say, as you pat his phone back into his chest, smile painting your face and you walk over to get bowls for the pasta he’s cooking. it’s forgotten, daniel’s call, his voice, his breath, what he would’ve looked like. it’s definitely far at the back of your brain as you sit down to eat. after you eat, you both brush your teeth and it all feels oddly domestic, you hadn't moved in, but you were staying with him in london so you practically were.the next 3 weeks flew by, a mixture of outings and witnessing quadrant videos and time spent with lando. thoughts of daniel had for the most part left entirely. though you left lando to spend christmas at home, with your family but its a good detox. one which involves no boys or sex or confusion or tears. strictly family drama and you thought youd never see the day you'd admit you liked it. tradition was nice, in a world which you thought was highly and horrificily unpredictable, tradition was a nice way for atleast you to hold on to some semblance of continuity within the mind field that was your head. you facetime lando on boxing day and he seems more down than usuyal, you dont want to pry because you ask him and he says its fine but you know something is up. he texts you later about how he was reacting to thee racing calender for next year, you take a look and gasp, he should be fucking angry.

the McLaren HQ is more extravagant as you imagined as you wait in the car for what lando detailed as a "second" looking at the larger than life building, already imagining the interior. he rushes back and is quick to hope in the car, driivng off mentioning a "dinner" with "some drivers", youre hesitant you always are, you give him a certain look, he knows.

"i think danny's gonna be there" he says

"then no lando i cant go"

"oh come on, he needs to grow up"

he has a good point, but hes not really going to be able to grow up if youre around him all the time.

"yeah i know lan, but still. i just shouldnt."

"he'll be fine, with the way he treated you, he should be the one overly conscious of his attendance."

you scoff at that because its true, but you shake your head because you’re seriously not ready to see him either. he mentions how it’s 2 weeks away so you can prepare but that doesn’t help when the start of the season rolls around and you’re preparing for this dinner like it is a funeral. you don’t know how many time you’ve asked lando if you really had to come, and if daniel was really going to be there, but before you know it you’re in the car, buildings blurring between you as you race to be on time for dinner. you’re holding his hand rather tightly and you’re just hoping you can fucking make it through tonight, you don’t want the drama and you’re sure lando doesn’t either.

the restaurant is much too nice and the only thing saving your grace is the dim lighting that seems to suddenly disguise your half assed makeup that would seem trashy in a place that looks out of a movie. you take your seat next to lando and notice daniel at the other end of the table. you locks eyes shortly and you are too quick to avert them on to anything else. you’re looking at lando while he talks to carlos, engaging occasionally with rebecca and alexandra who likes to be quiet but is very sweet. the dinner is good, he doesn’t try and speak to you and for the most part stays down his part of the table.

you’re on your fourth drink when the dessert comes and daniels looking better than he did at the beginning of the night. his hair is slightly longer than you remember and his beard is shorter, hes wearing more bracelets than he normally does but no rings. you wished you didn't notice these things, you look anywhere else, the lights above suddenly scorching. you notice some absneces from the table and take the chance to dip outside, away from the suddenly beaming light, your longing stares and the inattentive lando placed next to you. low and behold there is an increasing group of people just standing outside the restaurant, who you join very briefly to get some fresh air. when you return to your seat lando is nowhere to be seen and you see the light in daniels eye suddenly flcik right back on as he makes his way towards you. you avoid him the best you can, as unobvious as you can, but you feel his hand reach around your wrist, theyre notably warm, familar and much too comforting.

"can we just talk" its all said in one breath and you're looking sraight at him, and then around the room because the last thing you want to do is suddenly become the talking point of this dinner, that had nothing to do with you.

he notices the trapped look in your eyes and releases you, it was not a tight hold at all, but it was one which whispered don't go anywhere.

"no" you say, short and sweet. all out in one go, all done.

lando by some kind of magic spell is back and you make a beeline for where he is standing. after the night is over you tell lando what happened and he's amused that daniel would ever do that at literal team dinner of all places. you laugh about it and slowly as the weeks go on, daniel and the phone call and his voice and his hands and his smile, slowly leave the corner of your mind.

-bahrain GP 2024

"oh and who is that crofty? OH thats Ricciardo and hes...... spun round and hes into the barrier. OH and hes out. Daniel Ricciardo is out on the first grand prix of the season on what? only lap 15 of 57. thats gotta be a hard pill to swallow"

you watch all this unfold safely from the McLaren garage and you cant help but feel immense sympathy for Daniel, you were there for the absolute decimation of his confidence with McLaren and it was just like you were seeing it again, except on the big screen, instead of live. it’s almost instinctual the way your legs pick you up from your position and want to go to him.

why was that? was it perhaps the satisfaction that through this, he finally understood how you felt that night? why did you still want to comfort him? still want him to want you to comfort you?

you watch silently from a far corner of the alphatauri garage as he’s debriefed about damage to the front wing and possible brake issues. his eyes are shot and he’s shaking mildly, probably from shock. he nods a lot and the team gives him a few pats on the back before he excuses himself.

“hi” you say. thats all you had to say frankly.

his initial reaction is shock, after opening his door he expected a member of FIA, an engineer, a mechanic - definitely not you. you lower your head as you walk through the door and he moves his arm out of the way to let you through. that same familiar silence falls over you but in this moment you cant tell how you feel, you used to be angry, you are angry, but now. fuck you just want to hug him, to kiss him, to feel his hands on yours, his familiar heat.

lando no, lando christ. how could you stand here and have him in that car, probably thinking of you in the garage, watching him, he'd got you tickets, you'd stayed with him, you'd loved him, he'd loved you. he'd never forgive you, you'd never forgive yourself, panic rushes through you and you mumble a quiet no, before heading to the door.

"i love you" he says, filling the silence. your eyes growing wide as your hand just misses the door handle. you turn around slowly, met with the sight of him; chin wobbly and eyes soft, hair grazing his forehead.

"i still fuckin' love you" he repeats, moving closer.

you're left mouth agape. so much to feel. he loves you?

you swallow before beginning.

"no you dont daniel dont do that" voice barely holding steady, lip wobbling. all your memories suddenly laid out.

"danny" he says, reminding you of the nickname you used to use so fondly

"daniel" you repeat.

he steps even closer and you can already feel the heat, his fireproofs are on full display as his race suit hangs low on his hips and you want to reach out and touch any part of him. his breath hits your skin and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"im so sorry"

"im so fucking sorry"

your eyes are still shut, trying to breath calming, diffuse the situation that was entirely your fault. but you can feel his desperation as your hand rises to touch his forearm. it is not skin but its near enough and he looks at you like youve just saved him when you touched him, his eyes moving to you as your hand settles on his forearm while you count your breaths.

the truth is, you're not sure if you could ever forgive him. not sure if any amount of sorry's will make up for the fact that he left your life much too abruptly and left all his sharp edges behind.

" i just wanted to come check on you, crash looked pretty bad" its painful, not saying what you want, but instead what you should.

his face resets and drops and maybe it clicks that you cannot forgive him. that it you were something destined to fail, to fall, to smother itself slowly and painfully, demanding oxygen but receiving sand.

but it is too late the stitches you have spent so many days nursing have broken and your blood is gushing out.

"looked worse than it was" he says, defeated, faking smiles.

"you okay?" responding much too fast.

"think so, just shaken 's all" he says, eyes begging now, for anything from you. for a touch, a graze.

"thats good" you say, looking at him one last time before deciding if anything you must do this.

your hands move to his shoulder and at first he just looks at it, placed messily next to his head, but then he understands when the other hand goes to his lower back. tears fill your eyes as his hands come to surround you and you're sure it is all over. your heart once residing in your chest is now miles away. he is just how you remebered him and you dont want your tears to get on his shoulder but they do. his breathing syncs with yours and after a while it feels natural to let go. he wipes his face as you wipe yours and you look at eachother for the last time for a while.

"i love you" he says

"i know" you say with a tight lipped smile, before opening his door and making your way back to the McLaren garage.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 8 months

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Day Twenty | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Twenty-Two

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Hate sex; oral sex; semi-public sex; table sex; spit as lube; safe sex; negotiating tactics that would get you disbarred

“This better be good, Specter.”

“It is.”

You raised a brow, watching as Mike gave you a quick wave, then hurried out of the room. You glanced around the space. It was a small, almost startlingly intimate private room in the back of one of New York’s most exclusive restaurants. The lighting was low; the walls are draped with dark curtains, giving the room a far more romantic feel than it ought to have.

“Would you like to have a seat?” Harvey offered, waving you toward a seat.

“Honestly? No. But I would like to know why the hell I’m here.”

Harvey pushed a heavy sigh through his nose as you gave him a shit-eating grin.

“It’s clearly a play,” You added. “Why else would you have me meeting you here? If you really didn’t care about anyone knowing, we would’ve had this meeting at your office.”

“Maybe I wanted a more private venue.”

“And your office wasn’t private enough?” You cocked a knowing brow. “You wanna settle, and you don’t want everyone at your job to know that the great Harvey Specter is on his knees for a fucking deal to stop this case from going to court.”

You fought to hold your composure as Harvey’s expression went tight, his jaw clenching as the bulge of his fist drew your gaze to his pocket. You bit your inner cheek to push down a smile as your stomach fluttered with triumph. You weren’t going to make this easy on him. You didn’t care how much he’d had to dole out (likely from his own pocket) to get this private room at the last minute.

“So?” You pressed.

“...Can I get you something to drink?”

“Oh,” You laughed, “You must be truly fucked if you’re trying to ply me with alcohol.”

“I’m not plying,” He insisted. “I’m being polite.”

“That’s a first.”

“What do you want from me? You want me on my knees? You want me to beg you for mercy?”

Your lips curl with a malicious smirk as you fold your arms over your chest.

“Yes.”

His eyes flash with indignation, his jaw tightening with annoyance. It made a thrill run through you. You'd seen Harvey pissed off, but never quite this much, and never this close.

“Excuse me?”

“You went out of your way to summon me so that no one could see you beg for my help. So beg for it, Specter.”

Harvey glanced back toward the door, then he held a finger up to keep you where you were. You watched him walk back to the door, your stomach flipping as he locked the door. His shoulders drew up with a deep breath before they lowered with his exhale. He turned back to you, taking slow steps across the room. Your heart pounded a touch harder, and you fought to keep your staunch poker face. He stopped as the tips of his shoes brushed against yours, his gaze heavy on yours.

“Do you really think that I’m going to get on my knees for you?” He gritted out. You swallowed thickly, tongue darting across your dry lips.

“I think,” You shifted closer, your chest brushing his, “That you locked the door for a reason.”

You heard the dishes shatter on the floor, but you didn’t worry about that. You wriggled, shoving a spoon out from under your hip as Harvey backed you onto the table. He pushed one of your feet to prop up on the table, then slipped his hands under the skirt of your dress, curling around your underwear and drawing them off. You pushed yourself up, grasping his belt buckle and undoing it, then working at his pants button and zip. Harvey let go of you just long enough to fish a condom out of his pocket. You couldn’t help but laugh, tugging his pants down as he ripped the packet open with his teeth.

“You plan on fucking me when you invited me, Specter?”

“I like to be prepared.”

“You’re such a boy scout.”

He gave no answer to that, just rolled the condom on. You watched as he raises his hand to his mouth, lapping broadly over his fingers before sliding his hand under your dress and between your thighs. You moaned at the feeling, the hasty swipe of his slick fingertips over your clit.

“Already so wet,” He taunted, “Just from the thought of seeing me on my knees?”

“I’m still waiting for that.”

“Yeah, well,” Harvey settled between your spread thighs, “Don’t hold your breath, sweetheart.”

Your retort was knocked out of you as he snapped his hips forward, filling you completely. You bit your lip, quieting your moans as you adjusted to the press and stretch of his thick cock. You reached up, curling your hand around his tie and tugging him closer. Harvey leaned over you, planting his hand on the table beside your head for a split second. Then, he hissed in pain, quickly yanking his hand back again. You turned your head, laughing when you saw the fork that his hand landed on. He picked it up, flinging it away before he grasped the edge of the table, leveling a harsh thrust. You groaned, letting your head fall back as his hips pounded against yours, the lurid sound muffled by your clothing.

Your whimper slipped from your lips as Harvey screwed his hips in tight circles, his hand lowering back between your legs. He pressed his palm against your upper thigh, his thumb swirling around your clit. You let your eyes slid closed as you stoppered a whine in your throat. You were so damn close—you were nearly there, just—

Your stomach swooped as you heard the doorknob jiggle, followed by Mike’s voice.

“Uh—Harvey? Everything okay in there?”

“Fine!” Harvey barked back.

“Okay! ‘Cause a server said they heard things breaking and I can’t seem to get inside.”

“Give us a minute!” Harvey insisted.

“A minute?” You pouted. “That’s a pretty tight turnaround.”

“Maybe for you.”

“Don’t you dare—” You scoffed as Harvey drew back, picking up his pace. You didn't think that he meant it until his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw going tight. A quiet groan punched out of him as his hips jolted, then stilled.

“Are you kidding me?” You hissed, unraveling your hand and whacking him on the shoulder he pulled out. “You’re a real asshole, Specter, you know—”

You yelped as he grips your hips, dragging you to the edge of the table as he dropped to his knees. He didn’t let you get another word out before he lapped broadly across your cunt. You sucked in a gasp, tugging the hem of your dress up to get a better look at him. Harvey watched you through heavy, dark eyes as he lapped the tip of his tongue over your aching clit. Your eyelids fluttered, hips tipping down against his mouth as you chased your high. You grasped his hair as you came, panting harshly. Harvey groaned against you, teasing your aching pussy until you weakly shoved his forehead away.

Harvey rocked back onto his heels, swiping to clean his mouth. You pushed yourself to sit up, then slowly stood, wincing as glass crunched beneath the toe of your shoe. You wiggled, straightening your dress and snatching back your underwear when Harvey held it out to you. You stuffed it into your pocket, glancing back when you hear Mike knocking again. Harvey cleared his throat.

“So?” He pressed. “Can we settle this outside of court?”

You considered for a moment, watching him clean himself up and toss the condom into a trashcan in the corner.

“Two million.”

“One,” He countered.

“One five. And a company-wide retool of the corporate compliance standards.”

Harvey’s eyes narrowed slightly before he nodded.

“Done.”

“Excellent.” You shoved your underwear into your pocket and held your hand out to shake. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

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fightingsnails · 9 months

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Hobie x trans!masc reader

Beach Episode

tea bee ech this is more for me than anyone else a/n: reader wears a binder, I have no idea the weather in the UK nor the situation with beaches. Honestly I didn't know the UK had beaches until heartstopper. bad accent. not proofread

You and Hobie had been friends for a little while now, and you really enjoyed hanging out with him. So when he asked you if you wanted to go to a small beach with him, you felt your heart sink.

Of course you said yes, you really enjoyed the company, and thought that when push came to shove you could own up to it and go to the beach with, knowing that this wouldn't impact your friendship.

But there was that little voice in the back of your head that said otherwise.

You knew he wouldn't care. He was Hobie for crying out loud, one of the most supporting guys you knew, you've even heard him speak out on issues involving transphobia.

But there was the thought that if he knew, he would treat you differently. He wouldn't rough house you, or tease you about issues that guys would usually tease women about, and the rational part of you chalked it up to him not being a mysgonist, but there was still that doubt.

Hell, there was a chance he already knew.

When the two of you had first met, it was just a normal conversation. Then one of his friends had come up and asked for introduction.

"Oi, yeah, t'is is y/n, and they- uh... actually, mind tellin' me whatcha go by, mate?"

Sure, yeah, it was a bit awkward, but him asking you what you go by instead of if you're a guy or a girl was a green flag.

So now you're sitting in your car, beside the beach that you were supposed to be meeting Hobie at. You were fully prepared to go swimming in your shirt and binder, despite knowing better.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a tap on your window, startling you slightly. You whipped your head to face the window, being greeted by Hobie's shit eating grin, clearly satisfied that he startled you.

You opened your door. stepping out and playfully pushing his shoulder.

"You scared the shit out of me." You said, smiling up at him.

He nodded his head, a satisfied smirk still on his face, "Kinda the point, yeah?"

You shook your head, and the two of you began to walk to the beach. This was possibly the most casual had seen the punk, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, exposing his lanky arms and legs. but you decided not to comment on it.

So now your standing feet away from the water. the rhythmic sound of the waves not helping sooth your anxiety in the way you felt like it should. You hear Hobie set his bag down, and after a second you turn to him, seeing him take his shirt off, and you feel anxiety shoot through you.

"You're really going to swim in your shirt?" He asks casually, tossing his next to his bag as he begins to walk towards you. You know he doesn't mean it in a malicious way, but you can't help the way it only makes it more nervous.

"Yeah, I am. I mean it's just... y'know?" You say, crossing your arms over your chest nervously. You wish that you hadn't said that, because you know that just makes you sound guilty for something, and you feel like your suspicion is confirmed when Hobie raises an eyebrow.

"Mate, if your self conscious, y'know I don' care, right?" He assures, coming a bit closer. I mean, you were, but it wasn't in that way, and you felt like if you agreed, you'd be lying to him. Even if you were, there wasn't many people around.

"No, no, it's not that. It's just..." You began, nervously shifting on your feet. Even if you weren't looking at him, you could feel his expression grow slightly worried, and you panicked even more, feeling like you were making a big deal out of something that really shouldn't be.

You buzzed your lips, trying to fill the silence as you thought of your words. "Y'know, like, I guess I just want to take chances on me getting dysphoric." You said, hoping that the phrasing would be subtle enough that if he didn't know what it meant he would just glance over it.

You turned up to him, and you could see the gears turning in his head. After a second he met your eyes and shrugged.

"I mean, I don' really care, but I get it." He said, giving a small, reassuring smile. You felt your nerves soften slightly, thankful that he wasn't making a big deal of the situation.

You couldn't help but smile back, and you gave him a small nod. "Jus lemme know if there's anything I can do, yeah?" He says, lightly punching your shoulder. You can tell that he's trying to soften the tension, and you felt thankful for it.

"Yeah." You replied softly. You were about to drop the subject and step into the water finally, but your mind darted back to the binder your wearing. You know you're not supposed to get it wet, and the thought of the constriction around your chest getting tighter didn't seem very pleasant.

"Actually..." You began, and you felt bad for taking his attention again, but when he turned back to you, you could tell that he doesn't mind. Hobie was always the person who didn't seem to mind helping people, and you tried to keep that in mind while you talked to him.

"I want to, y'know, do what we came here to do, swim, but I'm kinda... binding." You continued, and you could see that the second the words left your mouth, he was already thinking of a solution.

After a second of him thinking, you were about to tell him to drop it, but he began to speak, "You could always jus' wear my shirt, if ya want, not really scared 'bout gettin' wet. Should be big on ya, if you're worried about tha' sorta thing."

You couldnt help but smile again, and you nodded your head. "Yeah! Yeah. That'd be great." You said, nodding your head again. He smiled back at you and he turned to go fetch you his shirt.

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mayuichi · 4 months

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“Rest assured, it is not mine.„

William James Moriarty x fem!reader Warnings: dark contents (murders, beating, blood, etc...), spoilers of MOSTLY the second season! be aware!

note: i'm so obsessed again over MTP, you can't know how much. i'm rewatching it rn, and i'll reread it too. ALSO i'm so sorry for my absence, i'm procrastinating and finding it hard to stay motivated, especially with my nausea, but it's slowly getting better so i hope i'll be capable to write more!

Pictures from the anime Yuukoku no Moriarty / Moriarty the Patriot.

Being the child of an earl isn't too hard. But as a woman, you are expected to be nearly perfect. Graceful, elegant, flawless, and charitable. Most respect you, or more likely.. fear your father. Speaking of which, you still live with your parents. You haven't found a suitable man yet. It was infuriating for your father, he wanted you to find a husband. But you couldn't care less for now. Strolling around in town is much more entertain than finding someone.

After one more heated argument with him, resulting in a red mark across your cheek like it happened so many time before, you call it a day and leave to your room for the night. Clutching on the plush you have managed to keep, you sit on your bed, staring at the moon through the window. Your mother didn't even tried to protect you, never. If only things could change.

Undressing yourself to slide on a warm robe, you close the curtains and fall on the soft mattress, engulfing in it, pulling the covers over your frame. Tomorrow is another day, it will all be okay.

At least, that's what you thought...

Awakening by a voice. You focus on it, only to realise it's a stranger. You've never heard them before... did you? Chills parkour through your veins, jolting you forward. You don't know who they are, nor what they want. But you don't want to stay near them.

Stepping cautiously out of your room, you hurry as best as you can to the front door. On your track, your gaze averts on a gruesome scene. Your father, resting in his blood, his life slowly fading from his body. With your mother, next to him, heavily injured. The footsteps behind you make you believe they're after you, now.

Sighing in relief when you finally see the front door. Your hands reach for the handle, your body freezes at the voice. “Leaving so soon? I've been told this family was full of cowards, but still...„ his voice malicious. You couldn't even move, feeling the tip of the blade against the back of your neck.

Just swallowing was hard. One bad move, and you'd die. Trying to take a deep breath. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your hands sweaty. “I... I am not like them..„. Hesitantly turning around, you could perceive one of his eyebrow raising. “The day... The day I'd be like them, I'd rather die...„

You don't even know half of what your father does, but all you've discovered about has never been good. A smirk displayed on the stranger's face, his golden locks falling ever so slightly above his scarlet eyes. “Hmm.. Interesting...„

Staring at him, also because you don't want to miss any of his action, your eyes get used properly to the dark, allowing you to see more of his features. And it isn't long before you recognise the second son of the Moriarty. A mathematics professor, and a noble, now pointing a blade at you.

However, he withdraws his blade, sheathing it back in his cane. Taking a step forward, he moves his hand across your cheek, his fingers grazing gently. “... Such a poor thing. I suppose it's a recurrent treatment, isn't it?„.

His touch, his words, his expression... It's so sweet, so caring. Is it truly the same man that has murdered your parents? With a sigh, he pulls away, thinking of a way to be sure you'd keep your silence over his true identity. But before he could utter a word, you got carried away and whispered your thoughts.

“I wouldn't mind... joining you. I want to be useful as well...„. Surprise filled his eyes. His piercing gaze staring right through your soul, he leans in, his tall frame towering over you. “Are you sure ? It is a dark and dangerous path. You shouldn't be impulsive.„. He hasn't dismissed you. He feels it in you, after all. That strength and resilience after all those years. This desire to be able to make a change. Even if you aren't a good fighter for now, you could become one.

His associates were unsure, at first. You were so fragile, so sensitive. How could you become useful ? But he kept believing in you, training you, and asking for Jake to train you as well. Within weeks, you were already close to be as good as them. You just lacked experiences.

And perhaps, everything that happened got you closer to their leader, the true Lord of Crime... William. He'd often invite you over tea, or to stroll around town. At this point, it became a habit of you, to go buy some pastries to a hardworking baker and have your tea party. It wasn't always just the two of you. Sometimes, Louis and Albert would join in, or even Bonde. It was such heartwarming times.

It has never been a surprise for you that in a middle of your discussions, William would suddenly fall over the couch and sleep. It always made you giggle quietly. But despite it, none of you took a step further. After all, neither knew if the others actually had feelings or if it was just a mere thought.

Months after you joined, William has went again with Louis only to take care of some aristocrats, with Fred's intel. Those nights are the worst. You're restless, incapable to be in slumber.

Sitting on your bed, in your robe, you hear the front door opening. Footsteps in the corridor, and the brothers' voice, casting each other's goodnights. Stepping out of your room, you gaze over William, blood soaked. “Is... is that blood?„

He turns around to face you, a gentle smile spreading when he sees you. “Rest assured, it is not mine.„. You blink, unsure of how you should feel. It's clear though, it isn't having the right effect. “Is that supposed to reassure me?!„

Your exclamation caught him off guard, and he walks closer, placing a comforting hand over your shoulder. “Isn't it usual now, though? You have seen me bloody a lot before.„. His words hit you like a train. You have seen him blood covered, yes, but your mind has never been calm about it.

“I know! I just-.. Ugh..„, anxiety floods you, your head lowering as you dismiss his hand. “I never said it was fine for me. It makes me worry. What if you get hurt?„. It's a stupid assumption, and you know it. He makes plan for every tiny details. He never leaves room for uncertainty.

Hurrying yourself to ask him to forget it, you go back in your room, closing the door behind you. Plopping on your bed, you can't help but hate yourself. Why are you so worried about him? He's not a child, and beside, he knows how to act upon unexpected twists. You pick the pillow, placing it in your arms, hugging it against you.

“... I hate it so much.„ you growl under your breath. Eyes closed and lost in your mind, you don't pay attention to the footsteps and the door opening. You only get out of your thoughts when you feel something, or rather someone, taking place on the mattress.

You turn around to see William sitting next to your laying form, his hand hovering over your hair, caressing it carefully. He has taken off his coat and changed his clothes to his usual sleep attire. “I find it flattering, you know? Your worries being on me. But I have my shares of worries over you, too.„ he chuckles.

It makes you groan silently, turning again to make him face your back. Seeing you holding your pillow so tight, he allows himself to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Don't be upset, my dear. How about we plan a tea party tomorrow? As a token of apology for all those worries I fill your heart and mind with.„

Just the thought of it cracks a smile from you, and he sees it clearly. You slowly nod, closing your eyes as you lean further in his embrace. You know it wouldn't last forever, but you'd drown yourself in it for as long as it last.

It's an hour later he withdraws his arms from you, giving your hair one last stroke, before standing up. “I will see you tomorrow, my dear. Have a good night.„

As he walks away, you turn around, sitting up quickly, calling out his name. “... William!„. Your voice is so urgent, like your feelings are about to explode. “Yes?„ he turns to face you, his eyes softening at your desperate state.

“I...„ you hesitate. Is it truly a good idea to confess ? It isn't a secret for yourself anymore, you've fallen for him, smitten by his simple presence. But maybe it isn't a good thing to tell him... “... Take care... Goodnight...„

Something tells you by the look of his eyes, he knows you're hiding your feelings from him. But he doesn't push. Not yet. You're too vulnerable for now. He wants you to willingly admit them. He closes his eyes. “I will, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.„ and with that, he leaves your room, the silence feeling it. Your feelings drowning you in slumber.

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vibraniumavenger · 11 months

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Ties That Mend -Part 2

Find part 1 here.

The next morning, there was complete silence. You walked through the tower, expecting to bump into somebody but you didn't. Arriving at the kitchen, you poured yourself a cup of coffee and sat at the table, looking over the files Fury had sent you. A little while later, Nat walked into the kitchen and plonked herself in the chair next to you. She groaned as you sipped your coffee, the noise clearly disturbing her. Giggling, you stood up and poured her a cup. She took it gratefully and thanked you before taking a sip herself.

Clint and Sam were the next to join. Clint placed himself next to Nat, receiving a death glare as he took her coffee and began consuming it. You stood again, pouring another two cups and handing them to the guys. "Nat, how can you still look so good? You're hungover and you still look like a model. I'm sure I'd look nowhere near that good." You joked. Sam piped up, "Baby, I bet you'd look as flawless as always." He sent a wink and you scoffed. "You on the other hand, you look like shit this morning." You laughed, causing Clint to laugh also. It wasn't long before everybody joined you at the table, drinking coffee as they fought off their hangover. Tony on the other hand was not drinking coffee, he chose something a little stronger.

"Hey, what happened to your face?" Sam asked. He shrugs and takes another sip of his liquor. "I don't remember, I asked Jarvis for any footage but there's nothing. Thanks for fixing me up Bruce, I owe you. Well, technically you owe me. I mean, I let you live in my tower for free and supply you with things but it's fine. Now we're even." Bruce just rolled his eyes, clearly not paying attention to anything he was saying.

You were partially relieved, you didn't want him to know it was you. Another part of you wanted him to know. You wanted him to acknowledge that although he hurt you, you were decent enough to put all of it aside to help him. You sigh, standing up and walking to the bathroom before jumping in the shower, attempting to keep your distance from him.

As soon as you were gone, it started. “So, now that she’s been here a while, what do you guys think of her?" Clint asked, it wasn't meant in a malicious way. He was genuinely curious. "A girl that is secretive and dislikes Tony? I love the kid." Nat joked. Steve was next to make a comment. "She seems respectable. She is very secretive though. I can't access any files on her, they're all top secret. I'm not too sure we can trust her." The conversation continued back and forth between the members, Tony agreeing with everything they said. It's not like they were being too horrible, they were just discussing your disrespect to Tony and your secrecy. To them, this was a normal conversation. To you, it was hurtful. Not only did they not trust you, they spoke about you behind your back. "I can't stand her, she acts as if she's better than everybody else. She doesn't care for anybody but herself." Tony remarked, wanting to join in the conversation. You walked into the room, silencing them all. Obviously, you had heard everything. You didn't want to show them how hurt you felt, so you kept a straight face as you threw your towels in the wash.

"What's everybody talking about?" You asked. They hesitated, before mumbling something about a mission. You couldn't help but let out a laugh at their stupidity. Sending a glare to Tony, he swallowed nervously. He knew you heard. He knew you better than anybody, he could read it all over your face. Luckily, Steve stood, breaking everybody's silence. "Y/N, I think it's time we start training you." You avoid everybody's gaze as you turned around and walked back to your room, pulling on your training clothes. You went down to the training room, warming up as you waited for the others. They all joined shortly after, still looking guilty. Steve was the first one to step onto the mat. You started off with a few soft hits, before deciding to have no mercy. Sure, he was huge but you were determined. You fought great, dodging each hit he threw at you and then threw your own until you sent him back and onto the floor by landing a successful drop kick. The team clapped as Steve stood up, congratulating you before speed walking to the bench. The rest of the team backed out, so Natasha volunteered. Nat smirked, knowing she was able to floor you in seconds without much effort. She stood on the mat, reading your face and body language before throwing her first hit. To say you were equally matched would be an understatement, you were definitely in her league. The two of you fought continuously, not backing down. It went on until you decided to pull a move that would end it. You managed to position her correctly before throwing her over your shoulder and onto the floor, pinning her down with your legs around her neck until she slapped your leg repeatedly, indicating she was done. Everybody else was surprised, Nat never backed down with them. She stood, shaking your hand before stepping off the mat. Tony laughed, glaring at you intensely. "Got something to say?" You questioned, feeling a sudden burst of bravery. He shook his head as he walked over to you. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" You ignored his question momentarily, before you realised he was stood before you on the mat. "Why? Do you feel threatened, Stark?" You taunted. Just as he was about to throw a punch, you sent a swift punch to his throat, winding him successfully. You turned to walk away, leaving the team in awe. You felt a small sense of pride, but also plenty of guilt. Throwing yourself onto your bed, you made sure to avoid everybody for the rest of the day.

The next few days were uneventful. You kept yourself to yourself, hiding out in your room unless needed elsewhere. Steve, Bucky and Clint were called out for a mission which made it easier as there were less people to avoid. Tony was pissed you embarrassed him, he made sure you knew he was still pissed. He tried to get under your skin in every way possible. The rest of the team were sitting at the table once again. Your footsteps were heard as you made your way to the kitchen. Tony took this as his chance. "Natasha, I just want to say… you're the closest thing I've ever had to a sister. We've had our differences but you're actually a pretty decent human being. I'm proud to call you family." You could only roll your eyes, Natasha laughed as a confused expression plastered her face. "Stark, you trust me about as far as you can throw me." She confirmed. Tony once again tried to keep up the charade by practically kissing her ass for a few more minutes. You took your bottle of water, before walking back to your room. Natasha followed and walked into your room with you.

"So, I know we haven't really talked properly since you joined. I think we should get to know each other." She suggested. You scoffed, you knew what she was trying to do. "Why? So you can find out whatever secrets I have? I know you don't trust me. None of you do. You all made that clear when you spoke about me behind my back. Nobody can access my files, Fury and I agreed to keep my life a secret. There's some things that are better off unknown and whatever is on my file needs to be forgotten. Trust me, it's for everybody's own good." Natasha looked you over, attempting to read you. "You know everything about us. You expect us to trust you when we have no idea who you are. You could be anybody. We don't even know your last name!" You hesitated for a moment, before answering. "Howard. My last name is Howard. Y/N Howard. Happy?" Nat took a deep breath, clearly annoyed. "Well, Y/N Howard… a last name just isn't going to cut it. We need to know if we can trust you. Where did you even learn to fight like that?" You stayed silent, hoping she would leave. "Fine. But we're not done with this." She walked out, back to the rest of the team as you locked your door once again.

"Howard. That's her last name. You think it's legit?" Nat asked the others. Tony looked frozen, the last name clearly hitting a nerve. Everybody shrugged, unable to answer. “There has to be a way to find out more. What if we steal her file? Natasha’s basically a pro at that, she could access it easily. And, not to mention with Starks technology, it’d be easy.” Sam suggested. Nat smirked, it could work. “Unless you guys forgot, Steve already tried that. I don’t think there’s another way.” Tony stated. This lead the team to sigh, they'd get to the bottom of this. They were sure of it.

Pepper knocked on your door, you knew her knock so you didn't hesitate to open it and let her in. She sat on your bed, waiting for you to start talking. "If you want to talk, I'm here. You and I both know the truth." She reassured. You shot her a small smile before clearing your throat. "I don't know what to do, I can't stand it, I can't stand being in the tower with him. It's becoming a toxic environment and I don't think I can take much more of it. Everybody hates me, I'm pretty sure they're on to me. It's only a matter of time." You panicked, your breathing starting to increase rapidly. Pepper grabbed your hands, pulling you back to reality. "Y/N, it's fine. You need to stay calm, okay? You have me, I'll be here no matter what. You and I both know what's he's like. He's too stubborn, it's one of his many flaws. Sometimes, I could just throttle him. But, deep down he's hurt. He masks it, drowning his sorrows until he can no longer feel them. Truth is, he feels guilty about what happened. He's just too stubborn to admit that he's sorry. If he could, he would apologise right now and patch things up between you. Please, don't take anything he says personally. He just… he's conflicted. Help him. He needs you more than you know." And with that, she hugged you before walking out. You sat thinking to yourself for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Tony announced he was throwing another party. This meant you would be sat in your room all night, avoiding everything. You announced you wouldn't be attending but they all refused. "Howard, is it? Your attendance is mandatory." Tony smirked, clearly being sly before pulling you aside and whispering in a provocative manner. "If you don't attend, everybody will know." Your face expressed exactly how you felt. You were beyond annoyed, knowing you would have to attend for your own good. Nat, Wanda and Pepper asked if you'd join them on yet another shopping trip. Swiping Tony's credit card from his wallet, Nat smirked and you all followed her to the car that was waiting outside. You thanked Happy as he shut the door behind you, starting the journey to the shopping centre. You left the car upon your arrival, thanking Happy once again and rushing inside before the others. You decided to start shopping straight away, distancing yourself from them. You knew they'd be looking for you, but you didn't care. The only one you truly got on with was Pepper and she understood. You didn't want to go overboard, so you threw a few things into your basket and paid as quickly as you could before rushing out of the store. Just as you did, you bumped into them. Nat looked at you suspiciously, but brushed it off. "We thought we'd lost you." Wanda commented. "Yeah, well one can dream." you remarked before turning and walking again. They followed this time, not letting you out of their sight.

They tried on a few different dresses, asking for opinions before deciding on the one they preferred. "What're you gonna wear tonight?" They asked you. You just shrugged. "Probably just jeans and a shirt." You admitted. You weren't one to dress up. "No. Absolutely not. I'm not allowing it." Natasha dragged you to the mannequin that stood in the window, the blue dress hugging its figure in all the right places. "This would look perfect on you." You shook your head but Nat was already undressing the doll. "Here. Try it on." She pushed you into the changing room, giving you no other option but to try it on. You did as she asked, throwing it on as quickly as you could before walking out. She smirked, approving almost instantly. After changing back to your casual clothing, you went to the checkout. As Nat pulled out Tony's credit card, you declined. Using your own, you paid.

You made your way back to the tower, once again throwing yourself into your room. The party was a few hours later, by that time you were somewhat prepared. Pepper complimented you, making you smile. You thanked her, complimenting her back before heading down to the gathering. It was loud and crowded, your least favourite environment. You could feel how your body tensed, uncomfortably. You were approached by Sam, you had already rolled your eyes multiple times by the time he reached you. Handing you a drink, you laughed. "You know I don't drink, what's this for?" His face dropped, “Oh shoot, I forgot, my bad. I just thought you looked a little uncomfortable, and I wanted to help you loosen up.” You looked around at everybody else. You watched the way everybody danced, the way some stared at you, the anxiety slowly beginning to rise. Tony caught your eye, his smirked faltered and he began making his way over to you. Almost as if you felt the need to rebel against him, you took the drink and put it to your lips, preparing yourself to take a sip. His face changed completely and you took satisfaction in that. You hesitated before downing the liquid quickly. It burned as it travelled throughout your body, your face scrunched and you instantly regretted it. But did you stop? No. No, you didn't. Instead, you took another shot. “Woah, slow down there, I don’t think you should do that.” You laughed, but it wasn’t humorous, there was no emotion behind it. “I can’t take it anymore, Sam. I need to finally feel free, I’m exhausted. I need this.” A few drinks later, your head was spinning, you felt nauseous and right when Natasha sat beside you, you were pretty sure you were about do something stupid but your mind wasn't matching with your actions. Your blurred vision made it harder to concentrate. “Are you drunk?” You tried to focus on her, but it proved to be incredibly difficult. “Unfortunately, I believe I am,” you slurred. Natasha smirked to herself, as much as she didn’t agree with doing this, she couldn’t help but use this moment as an advantage. “Who are you?" Natasha asked. You were about to answer, but Tony stopped you. "Enough. I want nothing to do with this anymore. She told you she doesn't drink, and now you’re using this as a chance to investigate who she is? Do you know how wrong that is? That isn't fair. If she doesn't want you knowing, there's probably a good enough reason. Come on Y/N, let's get you out of here." You shook your head. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Not after the way you've treated me." You slurred. Tony picked you up, your sloppy hits did nothing to him as he carried you to the elevator. Pepper excused herself from her current conversation, and followed them. “Tony, what the hell happened?” Tony let out a loud sigh, “I don’t know. She got drunk, this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have made her come, she doesn’t drink and I’m the reason. I think I fucked up, Pep. How can I fix this?” Pepper rubbed his shoulder, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? I’ll take care of her. You go get some rest, we can figure this all out tomorrow.” After Tony had left, Pepper encouraged you to drink water, helped you change into pyjamas and lay you in bed, careful not to hurt you. “The whole room is spinning, Pepper.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “I know. You’ll feel better once you’ve slept.” You let a tear slip, “I wish things were different. I wish he cared as much as I did.” Pepper sighed, “It may seem that way, but believe me, Y/N, he cares more than you think.” She brushed the hair out of your face, but you were already unconscious. She left without another word, heading the bedroom to check up on Tony. Pepper approached him, smiling widely. "I'm proud of you, you know that?" She praised. "You did the right thing." Tony kissed her, before undressing and crawling into his bed. "Just tell the others I wasn't feeling good. Party's over." Pepper agreed, walking away to pass on the message. The tower was evacuated, leaving silence as the team made their way to their rooms once again.

When you woke up the next day, your head was pounding, and your mouth felt like sandpaper. You could barely pull yourself out of the bed, but you knew you needed painkillers and coffee. You practically dragged yourself to the kitchen and poured yourself a cup, and throwing back the painkillers to nurse your hangover. Plopping down at the table, you sent a text to Fury, asking for a meeting.

You stormed into Tony's office, startling him. "I've asked you many times before, this is the last time I'm asking. Remove me from Stark Industries, I don't want any income, I don't want any association with it. I'm better off without you and this company, I'm better off without all of you." Tony swallowed the lump in his throat. "You're entitled to half of the company, it’s what they would've wanted… you know that." He admitted. You couldn't help but laugh at this. "No, it's not what they would've wanted. They would've wanted you to take cake of me correctly, they would've wanted you to run the company correctly. Instead, you screwed up. All you ever do is screw up." You yelled, slamming your hands onto his desk. "I want no part of it anymore, I can't do it. We failed them… and you failed me. I'll sign whatever you need me to, just remove me." You walked out, bumping into Nat on the way out. "What was that about?" She asked, but you ignored her. You walked yourself out of the tower, taking one of the cars to the compound, before navigating your way to Fury.

"Agent, how can I help?" He asked, slightly shocked to see you. "I want to be removed from the Avengers Initiative." You demanded. "I'm afraid that isn't an option." This caused you to sigh, clearly frustrated. "I can still work for S.H.I.E.L.D. but I refuse to work with the Avengers." His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, he wasn't in the mood. "Is there a problem I'm not aware of? Because, if not then I need you need to suck it up." This angered you even more. "Just place me on any other team!" "Frankly, that's not an option. There is no other team. Unless you would like to join Hydra. I'm sure I could put your name forward. They'd do anything to infiltrate us." Admitting your defeat, you apologised before excusing yourself.

Back at the tower, things were tense. The team were aware of their mistakes, they apologised; much to their dismay. You were forced to forgive them, but the atmosphere remained thick with tension. Tony was gathering paperwork in his office when you approached him once again. "I'm sorry about my little outburst earlier. I didn't mean those things I said. If it's okay with you, I'd still like to have my share." Tony nodded, giving you a small smile before you walked back out to your room.

The next few months were uneventful, you went on missions, you spent time with the team and you were still hiding the fact you were a Stark a secret. You and Tony had decided small talk was best, but you still clashed. The team questioned the possibility of you being in love with him, but they had no idea. Soon, nobody thought anything of it as they had grown accustomed to your behaviour. It was the day you both avoided everybody and failed to leave your room that caused alarm bells to sound. Your rooms were on lockdown, neither of you could pull yourselves together long enough to face the team. Your cries weren't ignored, the team grew worried. You pulled on your oversized MIT sweatshirt and wiped your puffy face over before making your way to Tony's room. You knocked a familiar rhythm and his door swung open, revealing his fragile appearance. He took one look at you before pulling you into a hug. A hug you had missed. One thing was for sure, you had your differences but in times like this, all you needed was your big brother.

A/N: Thank you so much for your support! This is part 2, as previously stated I had started on this many years ago, I'm struggling with writers block currently, so I'm just changing and editing my current fics, in order to get back into the flow of things. If you have any suggestions, let me know! I'm unsure of where I'm taking this one, so if you'd like an input, feel free! I appreciate you taking the time to read this! Enjoy :)

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doe-writes-stuff · 2 years

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It would be amazing if you could write a Daryl Dixon x FEM!reader we're she knew Rick since they were kids and Rick has always thought of y/n as being weak and fragile then when she meets Daryl she sees that she can be herself and it turns out that she's a badass walker killer that takes no one's BS. Sorry for ranting, I've just been thinking about this for a looong time 🥲

I will certainly try! Hopefully this turns out as you'd hoped <3 This is my first request for this fandom and I'm truthfully a little nervous, hehe, but please enjoy!

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, blood, swearing.

The camp was abuzz. Jittery. Nervous. Understandable, given the circumstances.

Preparations were being made to head back into the heart of Atlanta's downtown where they'd originally gone looking for supplies. All this for a bag of guns and to rescue a man that only one other member of the camp really cared about. Merle could fight, could use a gun and hunt for food as well as Daryl, sure, but most of the time the fighting was likely towards other survivors rather than the dead things trying to eat you all for their next meal.

It seemed more trouble than it was worth, this whole idea. Several of the others said as much. Seeing Daryl's venomous reaction to that particular sentiment was understandable. If it were your brother, no matter how much of an asshole he was, you'd be just as pissed off. But no one was asking your opinion...

Well, other than Rick.

Idly carving the end of a stick into a sharp point with the pocket knife you'd found, the sound of his footsteps approached. Looking up, you see him eyeing you with concern. "You alright?"

"Sure." You shrug. "Everything's just a little tense is all."

"Yeah, I've noticed that." His gaze flits around to sweep over the others, narrowed in a squint as he sighed. For several seconds, he was silent, pondering what to say.

Spotting Glenn and Daryl loading up the van that would take you back to the city, you have an idea as to what Rick wanted to discuss. And your guess ends up being right.

"You know why I gotta go back-"

You wave away the rest of whatever he was going to say with the stick in your hand. "Rick, it's me you're talking to. Don't have to explain anything at all. I'm not gonna question what your gut is telling you."

"I...I left him up there." He went on, as if he hadn't heard you. "He had it comin,' you should've seen the way he was actin' on that roof, Y/N. He was a danger. But...we left him there, and that's on me. I can't accept that."

"Then you have to do what's right for your own conscience, Rick." You explain, giving him the validation he seemed to be needing. "I understand."

"Lori doesn't quite see it that way." He mumbles, shifting with his hands on his hips and turning his head towards the ground. "I know she's thinkin' about Carl, but-"

"I'm not your marriage councilor. Or your wife. So...can't help you there. Sorry." You offer a slanted smile, making sure he knew you didn't mean the words maliciously. Not that you were worried too much--you and Rick had shared a teasing friendship for longer than you could remember--but so much had changed between then and now.

He reciprocates the smile, but it's a pale comparison to that easy grin you were so familiar with. "Gettin' shot felt simpler than this."

You kick at the dirt in mock irritation. "Hey, easy on the jokes. I just found out yesterday you weren't dead, or worse. I'm still recovering from shock here."

A huffed laugh escapes him, and he nods slowly. "Right. Sorry."

With Rick here now, your closest friend since you were learning to spell your name at the age of six, that tension settling in over the camp was getting to you too.

Rick had always been the one to stick up for you, to watch your back when others sought to take advantage of your rather meek nature. To protect you when the going got tough. He was more-so an older brother figure than a friend, at this point. Overprotective and in many ways a mentor. It was the reason you knew he'd always make a great sheriff when he went off to the police academy.

In some ways, you agreed with Lori. Seeing him leave after just having found out he was alive...hell, it stung. Carl just got his father back. Lori, her husband. Leaving now and risking that good fortune seemed stupid. But while you'd never say Rick only made smart decisions, he made the morally good ones. And you couldn't fault him that.

Several loud honks cut through the relative silence at the camp, drawing both your attentions. Daryl shouted for the others to get a move on, making it blatantly clear that he wasn't waiting around any longer to find his brother. You stood, meeting Rick's eyes with a deadly seriousness that made him raise his eyebrows.

"Come back alive. For Carl, and for Lori."

"Yes, ma'am." He says, nodding towards Shane who was clearly unhappy with everything that was going on. He'd been perhaps the most vocal of how stupid he thought this course of action was. "Anything happens, stick close to Shane. He'll protect you, make sure you're safe. Ok? I'll worry about you less while I'm gone that way."

Ah, there was his overprotectiveness kicking in. Always looking out for you. Always keeping you safe and sound. When once that would have felt comforting, this time it just made you wince. But you hide the reaction with a lopsided smile and a nod towards the van, where a clearly even more agitated Daryl and about to blow a gasket if they didn't get a move on.

"You'd better go."

"Right."

And with a tip of his hat, he turns away and heads to the van.

It nags at you for the rest of the day.

"Stick close to Shane. He'll protect you, make sure you're safe."

You know Rick meant it in a kind way, that he was just looking out for you and worrying about your well-being, but ever since the dead started to rise, the sheer uselessness you'd felt had only grown worse. What good were you to the camp if you didn't pull your weight? You whittled moodily at the sticks around your camp chair, sharpening them into deadly points.

All your life you'd been coddled by those who wanted to protect you, stepping in before anything could happen to you for fear of injury or insult. Everyone was always concerned and worried about 'poor, innocent Y/N, unable to stand up for herself.' And for the longest time, you were content with that. Life was made easy, and you coasted along with little issue. Jobs, friends, problems...they all felt like a breeze.

But it also gave you so little control over your own life. You couldn't step in and do things how you'd like to. Everyone else always felt they knew best, felt they had to step in, even if you insisted against it. Even into your adult years, there was always that feeling that people treated you like a child. Preferring to be a quiet person, you'd struggled with finding your voice all this time.

A couple empowerment classes here, and a self-defense class there did help your internal feeling of accomplishment, but seeing as you never found the opportunity to use them before everything collapsed, the effort felt moot.

There was one thing you knew. The world had changed in drastic, terrible ways. It only made sense you had to change with it.

Any of your interactions with the belligerent and quite surly Daryl Dixon really sold the concept. A man so capable, practically made for this new version of life, never offered you the time of day. Never bothered wasting his time getting to know you, hearing your opinions, just acknowledging your general existence.

The way his eyes had dismissed you before ever having spoken a word to you at all, or his passive aggressive remarks that 'you best mind your business' every time you tried to help with something that wasn't classified as safe, menial labor around the camp. It was infuriating, and Daryl never appeared to give a shit how you felt about it.

You hated him. You respected him. In some ways...you appreciated him.

He didn't coddle you. Just made it blatantly clear that he didn't think you were any use. In so many words, sometimes. The words out of Daryl's mouth were always unfiltered. Hard, ugly truth dripped from each and every syllable. And there was no Rick to stand up for you this time. The resentment you suspected he harbored for you--for some useless, meek, pathetic woman who wouldn't last a day out there without someone to protect her--was palpable.

Every scowl, or glare, seemed to add another log to the fire flaring to life deep in your chest. The pilot light had always been lit, but it wasn't until now that it really began to spark. You hated feeling like you were more of a hinder than a help to these people. You hated it. Because eventually, your dependence on everyone else would get someone killed. And that was something you couldn't live with.

So as you sat there, carving little spikes from branches, keeping to yourself, you decided one thing: No more 'sweet, little Y/N.'

The end of the world would be your new baptism of fire, burning away the old you and setting the foundations for who you'd need to become to survive and protect others.

And when the opportunity arose, you'd show them all what you were made of.

Night fell, and your chance came sooner than you'd ever have anticipated.

A good old fashioned fish fry was exactly what you all needed after such a tense day, and hopefully would take those minds off who were waiting for loved ones to return from the city. You're not sure whose idea it had been, but you figured they were damn smart.

People smiled. They even laughed, talking amongst themselves around the flickering light and warmth of the campfire. Dale's awkward attempt at levity included. With good food and company, any bad day could be turned around for the better. You saw evidence of that right here and now. You found yourself smiling too.

Just as things were looking up-

A scream.

Amy.

The tentative peace was shattered within seconds. You feel like your heart leaps into your throat at the sound of the first guttural, dead groans. Walkers. They were here.

Survivors stood to their feet in a cacophony of yelling and panicked screaming. Shane's booming order to get down came barely a beat before the crack of his shotgun took down the first walker approaching.

Your mind spun, eyes searching around for any sign of a weapon. The branch you'd carved earlier into a sharp spike sat a few feet away where you'd stuck it into the ground beside the fire. With a yank and a grunt, you pulled it free and turned to where the walkers had shown up.

"Stay behind me!" Shane shouted. You hesitated, torn between following his order and doing as Rick had asked you to do, or finally taking your life into your own hands and proving how capable you were.

Now or never.

Ignoring Shane, who was busy obliterating the dead that came too close to him, you ran towards the RV where Amy had been, improvised weapon in hand. His admonishing yell to get back where you were was also ignored.

Everything was chaos, and in the darkness it was difficult to tell who was what. But the shambling of the corpses was unmistakable, and you set all reservations aside. The closest walker spotted you and reached out to grab you with its filthy hands, but you were ready. Winding back, the spike stabs down straight into the walker's head.

You flinch at the cold blood that splatters back into your face. But it was surprisingly less disgusting than you were worrying it would be. Yanking your spike out of it's head, it dropped to the ground in a heap, and you were already on the move to get the next one.

It wasn't like you weren't afraid--in fact, you were petrified--but the need to survive and to protect the others outweighed anything else. And with that revelation bolstering your courage, you took control of your life for perhaps the first time.

It felt like...dancing. Smooth and coordinated. Nerves buzzed beneath your skin, adrenaline keeping you focused and on your feet.

A second walker fell, then another, under your spike. It was coated red-black with decaying blood, and you knew you probably didn't look all that great yourself, feeling the cold stickiness of it on your face and hands.

The sound of Shane's shotgun served as your background noise, accompanied with the yells of the others who'd taken up whatever they could find to fight back. Walkers groaned their terrible song of death and hunger, but they fell quieter and quieter as they fell.

And then suddenly they were all dead. It had all gone by so slow, yet so fast. Panting from exertion but nowhere near down for the count, your eyes searched around for more. There had to be more, right? But all you saw were the felled corpses, the remaining survivors who hadn't been eaten, and...Rick. The others, too, Glenn and Daryl and T-Dog. All staring.

When had they returned?

Rick approached, looking at you as if you were a stranger; cautious, maybe a little distrustful. "Y/N. You alright?" He held a hand up, as if you were wielding a weapon to harm someone.

You glanced down, seeing the blood-soaked spike in your hand. Oh. Right. You drop the spike to the dirt and face him straight.

"I'm fine, Rick. Really." And it was true. Never before had you felt such vindication, such...validation. You had proven to yourself you could do it. And you did. The liberation was enlightening.

Noticing a lack of conversation around you, your gaze sweeps past him to see that nearly everyone in camp is looking at you the same way. "What?"

"That was stupid, Y/N. Are you out of your goddamn mind?" Shane stepped up, still holding his shotgun. Frustration came off him in waves. "You could've been killed! Runnin' off into them walkers that way!"

"I'm alright." You say with a shrug.

"You were supposed to stay behind me!" He retorted, not listening in the slightest.

"Looks like she took care of 'erself just fine. Hell, took out more than you did." Daryl said, stepping up to see the aftermath of the attack. His eyes swept along the corpses, before settling on you with an appraising look. "Guess you got some fight in you after all, girl."

You manage a small smile.

"What you did, that was..." Rick gestured to the corpses littered around the camp, confusion marking the frown at his brow. "In all the years I've known you, you've always been-"

"Weak?" You guess.

He's speechless, perhaps realizing the insult he would have been presenting if he agreed. You don't blame him, though, rather just give him a slow nod. "Well...I can't be that anymore. You can't keep stepping in for me. I never got a chance to show anyone who I could be." You finish your sentence with your eyes on Rick, willing him to understand what you truly meant, and he seemed to.

He reins in whatever shock had settled in place and gives a nod. Daryl slaps your shoulder a few times before going off to make sure the dead ones were well and truly dead.

Knowing you'd earned even a modicum of respect from the redneck was surprisingly pleasant. The others began fading away to clean up and recover from the aftermath of the attack, but you stood there, taking in your handiwork with pride. One day you'd be just as dispensable as the others. And tonight had been the first step towards that.

Shaking off the thoughts, you went to help clean up the dead; both walkers and those you hadn't been in time to save.

It would be a long night.

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Expressions + Mannerisms (part 2)

By semi-popular demand, another analysis of Solas and his expressions :)

For all you fanfiction writers and solavellans!

I would like to state, for the record, a lot of what I say/have said is purely my own personal interpretations and understandings, and by no means should you take my word as gospel here. This is just some fun :)

I stated in a previous post (I shall call 'Part 1' for simplicity) how Solas has 2 expressions; his 'in the moment' expressions, in which his true feelings are on display, and his 'in character' expressions, in which he's very much putting on a persona.

If you're in solavellan hell, have some hyperfixation-tendencies and/or unresolved feelings towards a specific fictional character (like myself), you'll probably be able to tell the difference between these 2 expressive states of his.

Allow me to elaborate ;)

Solas, In the Moment "when he's honest/caught off-guard/not 'in character'"

Solas clearly has trouble with lying; he's rather terrible at it. I would go so far as to say he only ever lies to you once in the entire game (lying outright, I mean); and it is after the Winter Palace;

"You miss court intrigue... When were you at court?"

"Oh. Well, never... Directly, of course." <- big stuttering liar.

He can't lie worth a damn, but he's by no means honest; he's manipulative, deceptive and sly. I believe I heard someone describe him once as having a 'malicious compliance with/towards the truth'.

I believe his expressions, as well as mannerisms, follow this mentality.

I'll show you several images/scenes in which I believe Solas is being honest/showing himself without his guard up. (And in 2. Solas, In Character, I will show you the contrast).

This one will be hard to show without gifs (which I'm clueless on how to create, forgive me);

A. He blinks a lot, very a-rhythmic.

B. He gets this look about him, and I don't know how to describe it, beyond "'scuse me?" (the long face gets longer, shrug)

Genuinely surprised:

C. He looks very deep in thought/far away - and sad (this man needs some therapy) this is the face he makes when he knows no-one can see him (I'll make a part 3 going into these comparatives of 'you can see me'/'you can't see me');

No ones looking, it's okay (it's not, but whatever) face :

D. He just looks sad when he's being quiet/honest/not putting on some bravado/persona. (You know how 'resting bitch face' is a thing? This man has a resting depressed face, and i think it has to do with the tragedy - he practically embodies philosophical pessimism)

Acceptance/I don't see a way forward/I need a break face:

E. He has the softest look about him when he's touched/shown affection (yes these are all from the dream-kiss scene) (bless my poor solavellan heart)

Yes, I like to be held, please kiss me on my face face:

F. Smug face... He has a smug face (to be fair, this is literally him revealing he has complete control over when you're awake/asleep... and much more, given the context of Tevinter Nights - idk this face always creeped me out actually XD like i knoooow this guy could fuck me up if he wanted)

"It's my world, you're all just living in it" face:

G. He fidgets a lot when it's just him, or he's talking to you honestly. Like he always has to be doing something with his hands. (I noticed he doesn't do it when he's in groups, or with others) - not a facial expression but I thought it was interesting behaviour. In fact, his movements in general increase a lot - he fidgeted, he sways, he wobbles, he gestures, moves his head a lot. (Just watch all of his personal quest, you'll see what I mean). (He also does this when you first meet him, but I chalk it up to he's just super excited that you're not dead and finally you can fix his mess - since he was 100% sure you'd be dead and he was ready to bolt with his 'i didn't say it was a good plan' plan)

At the risk of just listing typically behaviour in people with certain emotions, I'll move on to his 'in character' part.

2. Solas, In Character.

A. He blinks rhythmically, every like... 5/6 seconds?? (yeah, I know... I do have a hobby besides this stuff i swear XD i just like this egg). It's soothing, like a heartbeat. The blinking just always stood out to me with his character, idk.

B. He smiles a lot, but I can't tell if I know who he is and what he's doing, and that's clouding my vision, but it feels very much like a job interview kind of smile. Like, every split second it falters just a bit.

This man just doesn't want to smile (though, I suppose this is early in game when he's very much 'these aren't people' 'oh i have to pretend really hard rn'

C. He stands pretty damn still and stiff - if he's doing this i'm 99% sure he's being manipulative with you, sometimes the only movements he has in a scene is him blinking, perhaps glancing sideways. - think just before the journey to skyhold when he gives you a talk about the orb and how you need to prove yourself - he's in 110% manipulative mode

The trouble with Solas is, he doesn't have many tells - but the ones he does have are big. And, without delving into scenes as they stand, I'd have a hard time expressing this.

But I will leave you with my favourite expression-transition in the entire game.

How he goes from optimism/pride when standing beside Inky, to when the figure passes him, his expression becomes so serious/foreboding. I love it so much.

And I once again want to mention how much I just adore the little details of animation, from eye movement, skin twitches, or full on bodily movement. - especially for a character I adore. It's beautiful to look at, especially as someone who studied animation (absolutely wasted degree on me, I swear) and gets very attached to fictional characters (particularly ones as complicated as the dread egg).

In future parts, provided I get flycam to work on my pc - I'll be able to go through scenes of the egg to give him a bit more of an in-depth view (with gifs and whatnot, can you imagine?).

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition spoilers #dragon age spoilers #dragon age inquisition #solas #solavellan hell #fen'harel #the wait for dreadwolf is getting to me guys #dragon age analysis

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Could I please request a lesso X pansexual reader where r is the new transfer student (they are 18) who is known as being a stereotypical cocky player and who doesn't do long term relationships. There's lots of rumors about why they are such a player and why they had to leave their old school. While she'd never admit it lesso was just as intrigued as the other students and is determined to get to the bottom of it also requests r to talk in office. Lesso soon learns that r was actually very different in their old school and was severely bullied and taken advantage of by their long term bf which is why they swore off long term relationships because they never wanted to feel that much hurt again. Eventually r admits that they have a thing for lesso cause in r's words "authority figures are hot as shit" which leads to them both having some fun in lesso's office (r topping lesso which lesso is very annoyed about considering she is typically the top?)

Not my fault your fit as fuck| NSFW

*Authors note~ I truly have no experience with this kind of behaviour so I hope this is what you are searching for anon <3*

Trigger warnings~ top r bottom l daddy kink breeding kink praise degrading magical cock pure and utter filth

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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A reputation can either make you or break you. And this is why you'd had to transfer. The rumours, the stories that were circulating around your previous school made it impossible for you to continue your education there. You still blamed yourself for it. After all why did you have to go and trust someone only for them to hurt you. What did that say about your judge of character. She'd torn you apart, left you open bare and bleeding all while she rubbed salt in those wounds by spreading those malicious lies. Yep, moving schools was definitely the best idea for you, but something like that doesn't just not affect a person, no it left you with some nasty scars, scars you wanted to hide. So you reinvented yourself, a protective measure to ensure no one would ever come that close to you again.

Obviously schools communicate, you knew by the time you started on your first day, they knew. The whispers and stares around you proved that fact, yet you didn't care. Why should you? After all for all they knew it was all wrong. One thing was right though, you are a massive flirt, people naturally gravitate towards you and who are you to turn them away? After all you're human, you still crave love and affection like anyone else, just without the commitment. Your reputation as a "fuck girl" was pretty well known after a few months at the school. And you weren't mad about it. Boys, girls, non binary, trans truthfully anyone appealed to you. It was also noticed you weren't picky with gender but you had a stereotypical type, anyone with an air of confidence had a fair chance of ending up in your bed.

Leonora had heard the whispers, of the older student, the fuck girl, the pansexual goddess who stole hearts and she had to admit she wanted to know more, for her this felt too rehearsed so she definitely wouldn't be falling at your feet like the students had been. She waited for the perfect opportunity to pull you into her office under the pretences of a educational review.

You're stunning, that was no shock but the way you carried yourself and the smirk you plastered on your face mixed with the cocky attitude all supported her theory. This was a pretence. As soon as you sat in front of her desk she made sure to tell you just what she thought. "Leonora" you purred flashing a smirk at her, "this isn't about my education so let's cut to the chase shall we? I have people to do" you couldn't help but chuckle at the part. Who would you take to bed tonight? Maybe a girl? Who knows. All you knew is you wouldn't be there when they woke next morning.

You seemed to pale when she called you out with the simple phrase, "I'm your Dean and I command you to tell me" barked at you. You couldn't help but spill everything. You told her of how she'd fucked you over, how she'd tricked you for three whole years, only to go and do the worst thing she could do. Expose your secret, one in fact she very much enjoyed when you were together, one you didn't want getting out. In fact that's the whole reason you came to this school. You were gifted in ways no other could understand, and if others enjoyed your gifts then it wasn't your fault they called you a player. In fact you were just terrified of being hurt in such a way again. Now that Leonora could understand, Rafal had done some despicable shit to her, for years she shut herself off before now getting comfortable again in her own skin.

"Would you like to see my gifts in action" you teased and watched as she sat stunned. Aha you still had the effect despite her knowing how you'd been bullied and pulled apart. You could tell she was curious, so you leant over the desk to answer her unasked question, "because Nora" you purred, "authority figures are hot as shit. And you darling reek of authority, I'd love to turn you into nothing but a mindless whore." She visibly gulped at your words, no wonder you were so popular, you took the advantage to plant your lips to hers in a dominating kiss. You left no room for her to do anything but submit to you.

Leonora was fuming, how dare someone try to dominate her. She dominates everyone. But deep deep down she was enjoying the way you took control of everything, all she had to do is sit back and enjoy the sensations. You quickly made work of her clothing after gaining some consent, pulling her up to sit in her chair before placing her to straddle your lap. Your hands never faltering as they roomed her body and your lips attacking her neck. All she could do is expose more of it to you as she moaned for more. Her hips instinctively rocking downward into your lap causing you to moan. "Leo?" You murmured against her skin, "I can um conjure up something can I?" You continued punctuating each few words with a kiss on her pulse point. The moan she let out at the thought was all the consent you needed but she continued to beg for it anyway, "oh so this is your gift, go ahead my love."

She could feel as the spell took place, your now impressive length hardening under her soaking core. She was truly impressed and impatient so with a quick point of a finger you now sat bare in her chair, your new appendage standing proudly to attention as she ground her hips down against it. "Want daddy's cock Leo? Like a good cock loving whore?" You murmured nipping at the lobe of her ear. Your hands finding purchase on her hips to help her move just enough to tease herself. "Oh daddy fuck!" She moaned and if she wasn't already delirious with need she would've sworn down this never happened. Maybe she would, after she'd let you use her in ways she never thought she'd allow.

You lined yourself up with her soaking core and helped her sink down on the impressive length. Her moans of delight were truly delicious and you didn't think you'd ever get tired of hearing them. As soon as she'd adjusted to your intrusion she began to bounce herself on your dick, loving how your eyes fixated on her breasts. You were trying to catch one in your mouth as she bounced on your lap back arched enjoying the feeling you deep inside her.

She couldn't help but cry out in surprise when you quickly changed the position with a growl. She was now bent over her desk as you entered her from behind. "Look at how well you take daddy's cock doll. You're so good a good little slut. Greedy whore for this aren't you? Wanting daddy to fuck you dumb, fill this cunt with cum? Make you my breeding bitch, isn't that right" you half moaned and half panted with how rough you were pounding into her. All she could do is whimper, whine and mewl for your. Begging for more, needing more.

You changed the position once again, the pleasure was dizzying for you both, you now lay her down against her desk with her legs around your hips pulling you impossibly deep into her dripping pussy. "I want to see your face doll. I want to see that pretty mind of yours go blank as I fill you up. You won't let anyone of it go now will you? You're gonna be a good cum slut for daddy, isn't that right Leonora" you taunted and the way you purred her name was all it took for her to cum squeezing your cock for all it was worth as her mind went blank. You were a second behind her in finding your own release, working you both through it before slipping out of her and transitioning back to your usual anatomy.

Leonora lay spent on the desk, never in her life had she experienced such an enjoyable encounter but she'd be damned if she let you leave. Her hands reached out for you with one simple demand, "stay please" she whimpered the need and vulnerability soaking her words and dancing in her eyes, you muttered "there's no where I'd rather be" before heading to take care of the older woman.

Word count~ 1648

#fanfic #anon answered #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lesso x reader smut #lesso smutt #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #dean of evil #anon requested

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spacexseven · 2 years

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unsung hero

im so sorry i saw this i got too impatient and i don't know if this makes any sense i'm still lightheaded i just need to empty my thoughts about this for a moment. unedited, will get to it later :(

request from @leviamere: y! poe x fem! darling where he’s her stalker and he uses his ability to keep anyone getting too friendly away from her

cw: yandere character, stalking, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, jealousy, mentions of kidnapping and imprisonment

poe can recognize that what he's doing probably hurts you more than it hurts him, but he can't stop now. not when he's already done so much. you wouldn't appreciate him for his efforts because you couldn't understand that he was only trying to protect you. poe knew what sort of intentions they all had. he would know it better than anyone else—

—he had those desires too, after all.

the difference, he believed, was that he wouldn't dream of breaking your heart. he would rather die than hurt your feelings, but who's to say anyone else would? he couldn't let them break your heart. he couldn't bear to watch as someone else set their sights on you, knowing you deserved better. he knew even he wasn't worthy of your love, but maybe, once you realized nobody could ever love you as much as poe, care for you so deeply, go out of their way to make you happy as much as he would, maybe, you'd give him a chance.

maybe, you would even love him back.

he shouldn't be getting ahead of himself. there was still so much to do before he could get to that point. the way things were now, he couldn't even bring himself to wave at you. he couldn't be blamed—you were just so breathtaking. poe, who prided himself on his diction and skill in writing, couldn't even manage a word in front of you. it was easier to write out his affections and hopes out on paper, a stack of unsent and unopened envelopes collecting dust in the corner of his room from how many times he wrote out a letter to you only to change his mind in the last moment and keep it to himself, plagued by the possibilities. would you be creeped out to come home and find his letter on your table? he would be crushed if you thought of him like that.

he didn't have many options, too shy to approach you, too scared to leave you gifts. he felt so pathetic sometimes, and he used to wonder; would you find him worthless and pitiful, for being so useless? wasn't there anything else he could do for you, to prove to you he only wanted to keep you safe? soon enough, he found out what he could do for you.

the first time it happened, it was a stupid move on his part.

for a long time now, poe had been...he supposed the right word would be stalking you, but he hated having to use such a despicable word. it was really jsut like spending time together. sure, you weren't aware of him, but wasn't that the point? he just wanted to see you be yourself. wasn't this the best way to learn about you, your likes and dislikes? it wasn't like he had malicious intentions, not like he wanted to steal you away when you were alone and too far to be heard screaming for help, locking you somewhere where nobody could find you and he would be the only light in your (miserable) life.

well, he was hoping it wouldn't come to that.

it was almost romantic, just being able to watch you go about your day for so long and not get bored. not that he could ever get tired of you, but he thought you would appreciate the sentiment. poe was just observing you to get to know you better! he wanted to make sure he could be the perfect partner for you, and wouldn't you be happy if you knew? that someone cared so much about what you liked? that he was willing to change everything he could to make you happy? he knew you like the back of his hand, and many nights he had spent just designing the perfect setting for you and him. for dates, he could take you into one of his books, where nobody would bother the two of you and he could take you everywhere you ever wanted to go. he could make you so happy, if you'd just give him the chance.

on one of his days with you, he couldn't help but notice someone staring a little too intently at you. he knew you were strikingly beautiful, gorgeous without even trying, but his stomach churned when others looked at you for too long. the moment the stranger left a piece of paper with his number on your table while you were distracted, scurrying away after, poe felt his patience snap. it was far too easy to snatch the damning strip away from under your nose. after that, however, he was extremely reckless. he could admit that, but what else was he supposed to do? just watch as someone else tried to steal you away? honestly, poe didn't feel a shred of guilt as he watched his target open the text, probably believing it was you who had sent it. in fact, he could even say there was some satisfaction to be found when he watched the pest disappear in front of his eyes, sucked away into a world where he would suffer endlessly, a deserving end for scum like that.

it helped that nobody seemed to care. poe never faced any consequences (except for the obvious relief that he was able to protect you—but he relished in that. if anything, it only convinced him to keep going.) and you weren't perturbed because you didn't know. to him, that meant as long as he was careful about it, you would never find out and you would always be safe. that was a pretty good deal to him. you would never recognize his hard work, but he wasn't bothered.

after that first time, he would be lying if he said he didn't think it through. he was aware of what he was doing, but as far as he was concerned it was all for your good. you couldn't be upset if his reasons were so sweet, right? he couldn't bear to lose you to anyone else, especially knowing they could never treat you right. it was the only thing he could do, until he could approach you himself.

so he sticks to ripping away rivals from reality, throwing them deep into a fictional world full of twists and turns they could never escape. endless traps and agonizing puzzles, designed to never be solved. he had been told that he had a penchant for horror and things of the sort, after all. there was that coworker of yours, that upstairs neighbor of yours who played music loud enough that you'd come to complain, the friend who was uncomfortably close to you, and...well, he had mostly lost count by now. as time went by, he got less and less picky. he wasn't worried about his lack of restraint, however, it was better to stop the rot before it got worse. before they fell even more for you.

he was doing you a favor, really! wouldn't you be terrified if one of them suddenly asked you out, or tried to kiss you? wouldn't it be annoying to have to deal with those nuisances any more than you already had? surely, you couldn't be concerned that the people around you were slowly disappearing into thin air?

until the day he finally gathers up enough courage to talk to you, poe had to be satisfied with just acting from afar. he thought it was like being your guardian angel, in a way. wasn't that so perfect? he felt as though he shared a private bond with you, something so intimate that nobody else could ever comprehend, because they wouldn't be able to fathom the magnitude of his feelings for you. he found that he didn't hate the idea at all.

for now, it would be enough.

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dabislilbaby · 2 years

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Only for you, Toshi

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Shinsou x f!Reader

A/N: This is scheduled to post on the 30th so Happy Thanksgiving everyone!❤️ I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. :)

Best friends to lovers trope. Characters are age 18 at the time of the smut scene.

Feedback is welcome as always, enjoy<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, oral (f receiving), fingering, choking, biting, scratching, spitting, masturbation kinda, praise kink, a bit of auralism, and denki being an adorable idiot for 5 minutes LMFAO.

Summary: You and Hitoshi have been best friends for almost your entire time together at U.A. and had been in love with each other for almost as long. You never told each other how you felt, but after getting drunk at your graduation party, Hitoshi lets something slip.

Word Count: 8k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

"Hey! You're Hitoshi Shinsou, right?" You smiled at the purple haired boy with your lunch tray in hand. He raised his head to meet your gaze. He hesitated, but then nodded his head quietly. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" His eyes widened ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. He swallowed the bite of food he was holding and moved his bag off the table in front of him, opening up the space for you. All while not saying a word. "Thank you" you said quietly while taking a seat.

You'd seen Shinsou around campus a few times, and watched him in the recent sports festival. He always seemed to be alone. At lunch, in the hallways, before and after school. Even when you'd visit your friend's dorm building that he also happened to live in, he was always by himself. You'd heard rumors, people talk. You asked one or two people about him, and they all said to stay away. Nobody trusted him and everyone was scared of his quirk. Everyone thinks he has malicious intent. Like at any moment a switch could flip and he'll become a villain. But that's not what you saw.

You wanted to be his friend.

"I'm y/n by the way. I'm in the support course." He was still quiet and just nodded his head. Why wasn't he saying anything? You took a bite of your food, as did he, sitting in a moment of silence. "I watched you at the sports festival." You paused, he almost unnoticeably tensed. "You did good." You gave him a soft smile. His tired eyes met yours, and finally he spoke. "Thank you." His pale cheeks were slightly pink and his voice was soft and gentle. Your smile grew, satisfied that you got him to say something.

The two of you spent the rest of lunch in a comfortable silence.

Every day for the next month, you sat with shinsou at lunch. Everyday, getting a little bit more of a conversation out of him, bit by bit. He didn't talk very much. He seemed nervous most of the time. It didn't bother you, but you wanted to know why.

"Shinsou, can I ask you something?" He nodded, swallowing a bite of food. "How come you're so quiet all the time? You don't talk very much." His breath hitched a bit at the question. He hesitated before answering. "I don't want to make people worry that I'll use my quirk on them. So I try not to talk very much, to make others more comfortable." He took another bite of food. Your expression saddened, realizing why he acted the way he did. Always so gentle and soft spoken. He didn't want to scare you. You shook your head. "I'm not worried about it. I trust you." His cheeks grew warm. You trusted him? Why? And then he asked. "Why?" You raised an eyebrow. "Why what?"

"why do you trust me?" You instinctively put your hand over top of his. "Well, because we're friends. Aren't we?" To you, the gesture was friendly, but it sent an unfamiliar warmth to his chest. Shinsou's face flushed red. He didn't know you thought of him as a friend. The only time the two of you ever spoke was at lunch, or the occasional wave when you'd come to his dorm with your friend. But he's never had a real friend before. Everyone was always too scared of him. Too distrusting. He gave a weak smile, but it seemed genuine because of the soft look in his eyes. "I'm glad you're comfortable with me y/n. I'll never use my quirk on you, I promise." You giggled at his promise. "I know silly." He felt reassured.

After that day, you and Shinsou started to become closer. You started hanging out outside of lunch. He'd walk you to class sometimes, or you to his. You'd visit his dorm sometimes and he, yours. He'd opened up to you about his childhood, and his dream to become a hero. He wanted so bad to help people and just add something good to the world. He was working hard to get into the hero course, and you supported him every step of the way. All the while, he'd been trying to ignore the ginormous crush he was getting on you. You were his best friend, and he didn't want to make things weird. He thought it best to pretend like it wasn't there instead of risk losing you, so he never said a word.

You were sitting in your room, tinkering with a support item you were making him as a surprise. He'd started training with Mr. Aizawa in hopes to get into the hero course, and you wanted to give him a gift to show how proud of him you were. As you were tightening the screws on the black voice modifier, your phone dinged.

Sleepy Head💜

Hey, I've got some good news

Can you come over?

You

Omw :)

I've got a surprise for you

Sleepy Head💜

A surprise?

You didn't respond to his last message, leaving him to wonder what surprise you had for him. You took 2 extra minutes to finish up the last little touches of his mask before throwing it in your bag and heading to his dorm.

You knocked lightly on his door. "It's open" you heard him call from the other side. You turned the knob and opened his door, finding him struggling with the capturing scarf Mr. Aizawa gave him during training. It was all tangled around his arms and neck, and it seemed to tighten at every pull he made. "I swear to God, how does he use this thing so easily?" He spat in frustration. You laughed. "Here, let me help." You closed the door behind you and walked over to your friend. His arms relaxed with a deep sigh of defeat. You started to untangle his arms, pulling bits of the fabric over his head. "How am I supposed to become a hero if I can't even figure out how to use this stupid scarf." You could tell he was frustrated. "You'll get the hang of it." You reassured him.

He stretched his neck as you pulled the last bit of the fabric off of him. "Thanks" he mumbled quietly, plopping down on his bed. "So what's your big news?" You followed his action, situating yourself in his desk chair.

"Mr. Aizawa said that next week the hero course students from class A and B are gonna be training together, and he wants me to join." You sat up in your seat with a gasp of excitement. "What?! Really? Oh my God that's great!" He smiled at your excitement being even bigger than his. "Well this just makes my surprise all that much better!" You cheesed, reaching into your bag. He quirked a brow as he watched you rummage thru your things. You pulled out the sleek black mask and held it out to him he stood and grabbed it from your hands. "What is it?" He turned it every which way in his hands, studying the object. You tucked your legs to your chest in his chair, resting your chin on your knees. "It's a voice-altering mask." He sat back down on his bed. "How does it work?" He put the mask over his face. You moved your legs, scooting the chair closer to him. "Well, I know you struggle with using your quirk because people know how it works, so they won't respond when you speak." He nodded his head in agreement. "I made this with several different metal plates. When you turn the dial..." You reached out and demonstrated. "...it will transform and resonate your vocal chords, so you can mimic the sound of someone else's voice." His eyes went wide. "Woah, that's so cool!" He looked fascinated and you smiled. "Try it out" you gesture. He turned the dial a few times and then spoke. "How does this sound?" His eyes went wide at his own words. It unmistakably sounded exactly like your voice. He removed the mask. "Thank you y/n, this means a lot." You leaned forward in his chair, wrapping your arms around him. "Only for you, Toshi." He was so glad that you couldn't see his face. His cheeks were beet red as he returned the hug. He was fighting the urge to kiss you, but he knew he couldn't. He did his best to quickly disperse the color in his cheeks before pulling away from the hug.

"have you thought about your hero name yet? Or how you're gonna design your costume?" His hand reached to scratch the back of his neck nervously. "Uh...I've been too busy training to really think about it much." Your eyes widened. "Well we better start now." You smiled, stealing a notebook and a pencil off of his desk.

For the next hour, the two of you were trying to come up with names while you sketched out a costume design for him.

You were both in his bed. Him laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. You criss-cross apple sauce next to him, notebook resting in your lap. You tapped the pencil on your bottom lip. "What about Puppet Master?" You questioned, drawing out some more body sketches. "Nah it sounds too much like a villain name, I wanna avoid that." You crossed out the name on the corner of your page, continuing to draw. "What if my hero name was just my quirk? Brainwash?" He turned his head to you. You hummed. "it's a good name in theory, but then everyone will know what your quirk is and that will make it difficult."

"that's true..." His gaze turned back to the ceiling. "Control? No that sounds villainy too." He mumbled to himself. You heard him yawn. "Maybe your name should be sleepy head since you're so damn tired all the time." You teased with a small laugh. "Oh shush" he nudged you with his elbow. "You're the only one who gets to call me that." He paused. "Besides, I'm not even tired." You scoff and look over at him. His fingers were interlocked behind his head and his eyes were closed. "Says the one who's half asleep." He peeked one eye open, glaring at you with his purple Irises. "I'm awake, I swear."

You scoffed again before returning your attention to the notebook. "Yeah, okay." A small smirk crept up on his lips as he let his eyes close again. There was a long pause. "What about Hypno?" You asked. "Hm... Hypno..." He repeated, rolling the word around on his tongue. "Yeah, I like it." You smiled. "Hypno it is then." You picked up the notebook and turned it towards him. You tapped his arm with the pencil, signaling him to open his eyes. "What do you think?" His eyes fluttered open and scanned over the black and purple costume you'd drawn out for him. He honestly loved everything about the design, and it just made it so much better that you were the one who made it for him. He smiled. "It's perfect."

"You like it?" You questioned as if you didn't believe him. He nodded his head. "I love it." Your smile beamed and it made him happy. He loved seeing you smile. You pulled the notebook back into your lap. "As soon as you get accepted into the hero course I'll have Hatsume help me make it."

"if I get accepted." He retorted. "Hey!" You smacked his arm. "You will get accepted. I know it. You deserve it Hitoshi, you've been working so hard." He didn't know what to say, so he just nodded in agreement with you, blush painting his cheeks. He appreciated how you always kept him focused on his goal and made him feel like it was worth the effort. You were his biggest fan and he didn't even know it.

After a long moment of silence and you rummaging thru your bag, you checked the time on your phone. "It's getting late, I should probably head back to my dorm." You turned to look at him but he was suddenly asleep. His mouth parted just a little, his chest rising and falling steadily. you watched as his nose scrunched in the cutest way.

Your feelings for him weren't just friendly. Just like he was, you'd grown to care for him as something more. You had no idea about his feelings, and he, yours. You wouldn't dare tell each other how you felt out of fear that it would scare the other one away.

You sighed, he always looked so at peace when he slept. You decided you'd just leave and text him in the morning. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, making his nose scrunch again in his unconscious state. "Goodnight, sleepy head." You whispered, not wanting to wake him. As you were about to pull away, one of his arms was thrown around your waist. He was still asleep. You tried to pull his arm off of your lap but his hold was like a vice grip. A small yelp left your lips when you were yanked in his direction. Your cheeks were burning. "H-hitoshi..." You tried to shake him awake. He grumbled a low hum in his unconscious state. "I need to go home." His hold got tighter. He was unaware of what he was doing. "Stay." He said it so quietly that you barely heard him. He tended to talk in his sleep, you sighed. "Okay... I'll stay." You nuzzled your face into his chest, unable to hide the color in your cheeks. Even tho he wasn't awake to see it anyway. "Only for you, Toshi." You whispered.

The next morning, the two of you decided to ignore that fact that you woke up completely wrapped up in each others arms.

He pretended like he didn't think you looked so pretty curled up like a kitten in his arms. He pretended like he didn't wanna stay in bed with you that whole day. He pretended like he wasn't sad when the scent you left on his sheets finally disappeared after a few days.

...

You pretended like it didn't make your feelings for him grow. You pretended like you didn't wish to wake up to him every morning. You pretended like you didn't miss the way he smelled when your head was buried in his chest.

The two of you never spoke of it, but afterwards you were both more inclined to cuddle up to one another when hanging out. Just as friends...

The years had passed and graduation was right around the corner.

Hitoshi had made it into the hero course, starting at the beginning of your second year. And you got an internship with Detnerat, after they reformed from the liberation, helping some of the biggest heroes with their gear. You helped Toshi move all of his stuff to Class 1-A's dorm once he got accepted. You made his hero costume with some help from Hatsume, and celebrated with him when he got his provisional license. You were there for all the big moments and he wouldn't have had it any other way. He wanted you there for all his big accomplishments, always.

It was another late night spent in Hitoshi's dorm room. There was music playing from his speaker and the lights were dim. He sat up against his pillows, legs extended to the length of his mattress and your head was in his lap, laying perpendicular to him. You were in a comfortable silence, both of you just scrolling thru your phones in each other's company. Every now and then you'd glance over to see his socked feet fidgeting with one another. Or the way he subconsciously chewed on his necklace while watching endless amounts of tik toks. You'd listen to him laugh whenever you'd send him something from just a few inches away. Or when he'd flip his phone downward to show you something he was looking at.

"Mina said theres gonna be a big party for graduation on Saturday." You both continued to stare at your phones when you spoke to each other. "yeah I heard about it this morning, apparently we're hosting." You laughed. "You don't sound too happy about it."

"You know how I feel about parties. There's too many people." His nose scrunched at the thought. "C'mon Toshi, we're graduating next week." You flipped over on your stomach and laid between his legs, peering up at him. It wasn't uncommon for you to lay on him like this, but it still made him flustered every time, tho you never noticed. "We should go and have a little fun." He did his best to inconspicuously hide his pink cheeks. Why did you have to be so damn cute? Why did you have to look at him like that? With that... Look... In your eyes. He sighed, defeated. "Okay, okay, fine. We can go to the damn party." He sounded annoyed, but truthfully he didn't mind as long as he was going with you. You rolled back over on to your back, staying between his legs and resting your head on his stomach. "You'll have fun, I promise."

You were finishing up your make up when your phone started going off one notification after the other.

Sleepy Head💜

Would you hurry up and get here already?

A bunch of people are starting to show up and I feel... awkward.

I need you.

I need you. That made you smile.

You

I'll be there soon I promise

Leaving in 5

Sleepy Head💜

Okay, I'll be outside

Meet me at the tequila fountain when you get here.

You

Tequila fountain????

Sleepy Head💜

Denki's idea🤦🏻‍♂️

You

Ofc it was Denki🤦‍♀️

Omw

As you're getting closer to class 1-A's dorm building, you can hear the loud music and start to see the many colors of flashing lights. There are crowds of people. Probably the entire senior student body was there, as well as a handful of underclassmen. There were students from all different departments at U.A.

Mina told you that a lot of people were invited, but you didn't expect this many. You thought about shinsou, he was probably so uncomfortable right now. He didn't like big crowds, they made him nervous.

You quickly made your way around the back of the building, spotting an 10 foot tall fountain with clear liquid pouring over the edges. You saw a familiar tuft of purple hair thru the crowds of people.

You snaked your way thru the people until you found yourself behind Hitoshi. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned in your direction.

God, you looked so pretty. You wore black, ripped jeans with a chain hanging off two of the belt loops. A cropped blue hoodie that was baggy around the arms and matching sneakers. Your hair was down and natural, big golden hoop earrings poking thru. And your lips were-

"Sorry I'm late, Hatsume couldn't figure out what to wear." Your voice broke him from his trance. "Uh, n-no no you're fine." His hand came to scratch at the back of his neck nervously.

"sheesh, lookin' good tink." You heard Kaminari's voice, who was standing right next to Hitoshi. You did a little playful twirl at his comment, reveling in the praise. "I try" you joked and you and Denki both laughed.

Him and Hitoshi became friends after he was accepted into the hero course. And because of that, he became your friend too. He gave you the nickname "tink" because of all the support items you'd make the both test out for you constantly.

Hitoshi was always a bit jealous of the way Denki flirted with you, but he knew it was just playful and didn't mean anything. It was mostly because he didn't have the balls to say those things to you himself. But you did look absolutely amazing.

"So, is this the legendary tequila fountain?" You gestured to the large thing behind the two boys. Hitoshi turned his head for just a second before turning back to you. "Indeed it is" he replied, taking a sip of his drink. "Where the hell do you even buy such a thing?"

"He practically begged Momo on his hands and knees" shinsou said matter-of-factly. "Did not!" Denki retorted. "Yes you did!" You heard Momo's faint voice from somewhere close by in the crowd. It made you and Toshi both break out laughing, and Kaminari just pouted. "It was supposed to be beer, but Todoroki said it would make it flat and Bakugo said he'd 'blow me to bits' if I wasted all the beer." He spoke, using air quotes around Bakugo's line.

You and Toshi both laughed again before your stomach made a small noise. You put your hand over your exposed skin. "I probably should've eaten before I came." Hitoshi's hand found the small of your back as he led you to the door. "C'mon, there's like 20 boxes of pizza in the kitchen."

Hours passed of you and Shinsou just enjoying the party. Him, not so much but he was having fun with you at least. You'd both decide to take a social break and head over to the familiar green couches in the big room. "Do you want me to refill your drink? Toshi asked as you sat down on the couch. "Yes please" you handed him your red cup as you leaned into the cushions. Denki was on the couch opposite you flirting with some girl.

After a few minutes, Toshi came back with your drink and settled into the couch next to you. He leaned back and rested his arm over the cushions, you instinctively laid your head on the inside of his shoulder and tucked your legs underneath you. The two of you just sat on your phones for a bit, recharging your social batteries.

At some point, Denki looked over at the two of you and noticed how you were sitting. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Hitoshi.

Sparky⚡

Dude.

Shinsoup🍲

What?

Sparky⚡

Are you ever gonna fucking ask her out?

Hitoshi peered down at you for a second to make sure you weren't paying attention, and then responded.

Shinsoup🍲

No.

Sparky⚡

Why not??

Come on man, you've been pining for her for longer then we've even been friends.

Ask. Her. Out.

He glared over his phone screen to give Denki an annoyed look.

Shinsoup🍲

Denki🤦🏻‍♂️

We've talked about this a million times.

She's my best friend, I don't wanna ruin it and make things awkward between us.

I'm not willing to risk losing her.

Sparky⚡

I don't understand why you're so convinced it would screw things up.

She might have feelings for you too.

Shinsoup🍲

Are you kidding me??

Look at her Denks.

She's way out of my league. What are the chances that she feels even a bit of the same way that I do?

Sparky⚡

What are the chances????

Dude, I AM looking at her.

Do you not see the way she's cuddled up to you rn??

Hitoshi took a moment to gaze down at you. He watched the way you'd readjust and nuzzle your head into his chest every so often. Or the way you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as you scrolled thru the social media on your phone. He looked back at his phone screen.

Sparky⚡

She's clearly in love with you

You don't see her cuddling up to me or Midoriya like that.

His face turned a bit red and you felt his heart rate increase next to your ear. "You okay Toshi?" You asked, not even looking up from your phone. "What? Oh- no yeah I'm fine..." He said quickly.

Shinsoup🍲

She's just really comfortable with me

It doesn't mean anything.

Sparky⚡

That's a fuckin lie and you know it.

Just then, Mina came around the corner of the couch calling your name. "Y/n!!!" She grabbed your hand and started pulling you from the couch. "come on, there's this guy I want you to meet!" Hitoshi's focus left his phone when he felt the loss of your warmth laying on him. "He's really cute!!" She whisper-yelled to you as she pulled you away and out of earshot of the two boys.

"Guy?" Hitoshi mumbled to himself. Denki leaned forward on the couch across from him. "You better make a move before someone else does, bro"

"yeah, I know I know!" He replied, annoyed. Pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his lips into a flat line.

Mina dragged you across the room until you were in the presence of a tall man with dark eyes. "Y/n, this is Yo Shindo! He graduated from Ketsubutsu last year." The stranger grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the soft skin at the back of your palms. "You're even prettier than Ashido described, it's nice to meet you y/n."

Your cheeks were dusted in a light shade of pink. "Oh- uh th-thank you." He smiled at you sweetly. Shinsou could see the altercation from across the room and he was not pleased to say the least. Who was this guy? Why was he touching you like that? ....why didn't you pull away? Many thoughts and doubts were swarming his mind. God damnit... Denki was right. The thought of messing things up and losing you was horrible, but the thought of you belonging to someone else made him absolutely sick to his stomach. He had to do something.

He needed a drink. Something to help him muster up the courage to say something to you, or at least drag you away from whoever this guy was.

about an hour passes, you've been having a really nice conversation with Shindo. He was nice, and funny. Seemed to have a successful career as a hero ahead of him. And he was definitely handsome. He was text book perfect. However, that didn't stop you from glancing around the room every so often trying to spot your purple haired friend. Just out of curiosity of what he was doing.... Not 'cause you missed him or anything....

Shindo had excused himself to find the restroom. You reached into your pocket, looking for your phone. Your eyes widened when you felt nothing there. You almost panicked, all of your project designs were on your phone. You couldn't lose it. You thought back to the last place you remembered having it...... On the couch with shinsou!!

You quickly made your way over to the green couches, thankfully finding your phone on one of the cushions. Toshi wasn't there anymore and neither was Denki. Your eyes scanned the room, wondering where the two boys had gone. They landed on a small crowd of people surrounding one of the tables. They were chanting something, but it was hard to hear over the music. You walked a bit closer and thru the crowd you spotted Denki's signature lightning bolt.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" you hear the other students shouting. You push past a few people, making it to the front. You saw Denki, holding up his phone and recording with a drink in his other hand. Your eyes shifted to the right and there was Hitoshi, chugging the biggest bottle of tequila you've ever seen. Your eyes went wide, you'd never seen him act like that before.

As the clear liquid slowly disappeared, he slammed the bottle down on the table. Any harder and it might have shattered. The groups of students screamed and cheered, and then he spotted you. His face lit up. "Y/N!" You moved closer to him. "I wuz js gunna com find yuu. I had sumthin I wanned to tak to yuu bout." He was slurring his words a bit when he spoke. "Toshi, are you drunk?" You cupped his cheeks trying to keep his head from moving so you could see how dilated his pupils were. "Mmmm maybee uh lil" he pinched the air in front of his face, squinting his eyes a bit.

You turned to Denki, glaring at him. "Denki how much has he had to drink?" His face flushed with embarrassment, maybe a bit of guilt too. "Just a few........ Bottles..."

"BOTTLES???" You scolded. "Denks you know he doesn't hold his alcohol that well." His hands came up defensively. "He said he needed to get his mind off something, this was the only thing I could think of!" You rolled your eyes and turned back to shinsou. "Of course it was" you mumbled. "I'm gonna take him upstairs okay? I'll see you tomorrow." Denki gave a weak smile and nodded you off.

You lifted Toshi's arm and put it over your shoulder. "Come on big boy, let's get you to your room." His only response was a hum of approval while you made your way thru the crowds of people and to the dorm's elevator.

Once inside, he stood behind you and slumped his tall form over your shoulders. His chin rested on the top of your head, and it was quiet for a bit before you decided to speak. "Sorry I ditched for the past hour, I shouldn't have left you alone with denki's irresponsible ass." You scoffed. He turned his head so his cheek was now nuzzled in your hair. "t's okey y/n." He slurred.

The walk back to his dorm room was quiet aside from a few incoherent mumbles coming from him. You opened his door and sat him down on the bed. You were about to step away to grab him some water, but he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to him, resting his head against your stomach. Your face was a bit red, but you accepted his affection anyway. "Toshi, are you okay?" You ran a hand over his soft hair, causing him to look up at you thru lidded eyes. He was quiet for a second before answering. "... you're so pretty." He was slurring his words a bit less. Your face was definitely beet red now, and you didn't know how to respond.

You pulled away from him to dig thru the stash of snacks he kept in his room. "Here, you need to eat something." You handed him a granola bar and a bottle of water you grabbed out of his mini fridge. He took it from you and started ripping open the package.

You took a seat next to him on the bed, running your hand thru your own hair as he leaned over and plopped his head in your lap. He always seemed to be more affectionate with you on the rare occasions he had alcohol in his system. you ran your hand over his hair again, giving him a soft look. He was so cute.

"Toshi?" He hummed in response with a mouth full of granola. "You said there was something you wanted to talk to me about earlier?" You felt his body tense up a bit, and for him, the haze of the alcohol subsided just a little when you brought it up. He sat up, swallowing the bite of food in his mouth. "Oh uh- it was nothing..." Scratching the back of his neck nervously like he so often did. You could tell he was lying. Between the comment Denki made about him wanting to get his mind off something, and his drunken admission to wanting to talk, you knew there was something wrong.

You turned to face him, tucking your legs in on the bed. "Hitoshi you know you can talk to me about whatever is going on." He lifted his head to meet your gaze, noticing the worried look on your face and it made him feel a bit guilty. "I just...." He sighed and looked back down to his lap. "I don't wanna say something that might ruin our friendship."

The look in your eyes saddened, you put your hand on his forearm. "Toshi you're my best friend, and nothing will ever change that."

"But that's the problem!" He shouted. You stayed quiet and removed your hand from his arm. He sighed again, resting his elbows on his thighs and holding his face in his palms. "I just-..... I don't wanna be just your friend anymore y/n." He looked over to gage your reaction, but you were frozen. He panicked, he shouldn't have just blurted that out. Maybe he could blame it on the alcohol.

"Uh- I mean... I shouldn't have s-" he was interrupted by the feeling of your lips pressed against his. Your soft hands holding onto his face as you leaned forward into him. He was....shocked. Unable to reciprocate the kiss at first.

You pulled away from him, studying the look in his eyes. They were wide with confusion written all over his beet red face. Did you misread what he meant by that statement?

Before you had time to think about it any further, he returned your kiss, smashing his lips on yours now. It was soft and gentle, and yet still said everything that his words couldn't in that moment.

His hand cupped your face, thumb rested on your cheek while his finger tips laced thru your hair. You weren't quite sure if it was the heavy amounts of alcohol in his system combined with the small amount in your own, but whatever was happening here, it didn't seem like either of you wanted it to stop.

Time was fuzzy, and you didn't know how long that kiss lasted. Eventually you both pulled away, pressing your foreheads together. You both still had your eyes closed, and you heard shinsou sigh. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." He whispers and you can hear the grin painted on his lips. You opened your eyes and rested a hand on his cheek, pulling his gaze to yours as his eyes opened as well. "Tell me then, how long it's been."

Your tone was soft and gentle, and there was something about it that gave him butterflies. His purple irises stared into yours. They were lazy and filled with a kind of desire you couldn't quite put your finger on. "Since the first day you told me you trusted me, when you grabbed my hand and said we were friends... " He paused, pulling his lips into a small smile. "...I think... I think that was the day I began to fall in love with you."

Your face burned hot at his confession. If only you'd know back then that he was just as in love with you that you were with him, maybe you could have saved all that wasted time of just being friends.

You smiled at him, and pressed your lips against his again. It only lasted a few seconds this time before he pulled away. "We should probably uh...s-stop... kissing..." His eyes shifted away from yours and his face was a bit red. You looked at him a little confused before you realized why.

"oh-" was your only reaction when you noticed the tent that had formed in his jeans. "I'm sorry y/n... I just-"

"hey..." You said softly, placing your hand on his thigh and leaning closer to him. You gently grabbed his chin, pulling his face up to meet your eyes once again. "...we don't have to stop if you don't want to baby." Lord if only you knew what that did to him. His eyes were hazed with lust as they stared into yours, and all he could do was nod his head. His lips were back on yours almost immediately, this time feeling a lot hungrier.

He leaned forward a bit more, causing you to have to lean backwards and into the mattress of his bed. Your arms instinctively found place wrapped around his neck, and you were pulling him closer to you. You felt his tongue push past your lips and tangled with yours. Your senses were overwhelmed between the heavy smell of his cologne and the taste of tequila that still lingered on his taste buds.

His hands found your waist and he pulled away for just a second so you both could catch your breath. "I-is this okay?" He had a bit of a concerned look in his eyes, but it was still mostly clouded by lust. Your eyes flicked between his and his lips. "Toshi, stop asking and just do what you want. You have my permission." You said in your most loving voice.

He swallowed hard before you pulled his face back to yours. He slid his hands under your sweater, pushing the plush fabric up as he went. You lifted your arms and his lips left yours again only to pull the sweater over your head and remove his own. He threw them both off into the dark room somewhere and leaned back down, kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan when his teeth caught the sensitive skin and suddenly you felt light headed.

His lips were on your shoulders and your collar bone, his hand circling to your back. The clip on your bra snapped open and he pulled it off your arms while continuing to kiss in between your breasts. You laced your fingers thru his soft purple hair when his tongue glazed over your right nipple. You whined when the feeling went straight to your already soaking wet core.

He sucked and licked at your hardened bud, making sure to give the other one the same attention. He loved all your little moans and whimpers, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, addicted to the way you sounded.

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans, pulling his lips away from your chest to pull them, with your panties off your legs. You kept them closed at first, tucked into your stomach with bent knees. He was about to ask for permission, but remembered what you said, and decided to demand it instead. "Open your legs for me kitten." Your cheeks ran hot as your knees slowly parted before him. "Fuuuck-" he breathed out heavily, palming the throbbing erection in his jeans. He was blushing so hard. Just looking at you, like this, was making it painful to keep his dick restrained in the now tight denim.

His fingers slid between your wet folds while his other hand continued to palm at his dick. He rubbed a few gentle circles on your clit, lifting the hood and making you squirm a little. He gave another heavy sigh when he slipped his middle finger into your tight, warm hole. He pushed it in once, feeling the way your walls flexed and squeezed him, before pulling out and adding his ring finger.

He unbuttoned his own pants while pumping his fingers in and out of you, putting pressure on the gummy spot at your entrance. He freed himself of the binding fabric and you watch the way his dick leaked precum. It was so thick and stood straight up, all the way to his belly button. Fuck, was this what you've been missing?

He pulled more and more moans from your parted lips while you watched his painted black nails run over his tip. He rubbed his thumb in circles over your sensitive bud while his fingers still penetrated your heat. Your eyes were fixated on his face. He looked at you with so much love and desire, it was almost addicting. You saw a thick glob of spit leave his lips and fall to his shaft, coating his entire length with it as he stroked himself to the sight of his fingers disappearing inside of you. He moaned. "you're so pretty y/n..." He felt you clench around his fingers when he praised you and his eyes flicked up to yours with a smirk.

"you like that?" He questioned and you bit your lip without an answer. He leaned down closer to you, curling his fingers to your sweet spot. "You like it when I call you pretty, kitten?" His tone was dark and sultry. "Toshi~" you whined, and suddenly all the shyness he felt earlier was gone.

His lips met your neck again, sucking and leaving purple bruises all over your soft skin. You moan in his ear and he twitched and throbbed in his own hand. But it still wasn't enough. He wanted to hear you crying and screaming for him. He pulled his fingers out of you, sitting up and shoving them in his own mouth. The way he sucked on his own fingers, tasting you, was so lewd.

His hands slid up the back of your thighs, pushing your knees farther apart and as far down to the mattress as your flexibility would allow him. He leaned down and kissed all around your soft stomach, even leaving a hickey or two on your love handles. "So pretty all soaking wet for me." You closed your eyes and let out a breathy moan when you felt his wet, warm tongue push past your folds and swirl around your gummy walls. His hands squeezed your thighs as he began to devour you. "Ugh~ fuck Toshi." You whimpered and he groaned against your skin. That's what he wanted to hear.

You laced your fingers thru his messy hair while he stared up at you thru dark lashes. "Right there" you whispered, pulling on his purple locks. " Fuck right there." You repeated.

You pushed your hips up into his face and pulled his head down on you more. He loved the way you were just using his mouth. He was rutting his hips into the mattress, desperate for some kind of friction but too drunk on your pussy to stop. Your whimpers were getting loud and he could tell you were nearing your climax. Soon, your thighs closed around his head and he let them, bringing his hands to hold your waist and rub comforting circles with his thumb on your warm skin. You let out a loud cry of pleasure, arching your back off the bed and pushing your head back against his pillow. He continued to use his tongue to play with your clit while you rode out your high in his mouth.

Eventually, you came down from your climax with heavy breaths, high on euphoria. He pulled away from your heat and leaned over you. "You taste so sweet, kitten" he licked his lips. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue and staring at him with lust blown eyes. He caught on to your silent request, and another thick glob of spit landed on your taste buds. "I had no idea you were so nasty." he said, leaning down to make out with you some more. "Only for you, Toshi" you whined between kisses.

You felt the tip of his dick slide against your clit while he kissed you and grinded his hips against yours. You grabbed his shoulders, pushing him off of you and onto his back, immediately climbing on top of him straddling his waist. Fuck it was hot when you took control like that.

He held on to your hips, helping you move them against his, sliding your wet folds up and down his shaft. You watched him come undone beneath you as he struggled to form his next words. "I d-dont have a condom ugh~" he ended his sentence with a soft moan. "Don't worry about it" you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in close. "I wanna feel all of it." You seductively whispered in his ear. He whined, and you felt him twitch. "yes ma'am" the smirk painted on his face was wide.

You snaked your hand between the two of you and lined his tip with your entrance. "Are you sure?" He asked and before you had time to answer you were already sliding yourself down on his length. "Oooh fuck~" you both moaned at the same time. "God you feel even better than I imagined." He held onto your waist while you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt so good the way he stretched you out. He started leaving more bite marks on your neck and shoulders, and he gained a few scratches on his chest.

You took one of his hands and slid it to your neck, silently asking him to squeeze. "are you sure? I don't wanna hurt-" you interrupted him. "Choke me Hitoshi, please." You whined. And without any further thought, his grip tightened and your eyes rolled back. You were moving faster and your whimpers were getting louder, almost screams as you repeated a string of curses. The look in his eyes was dazed as he watched you bounce on him, strangled cries of pleasure leaving your throat from how hard he squeezed it. You were feeling light headed and coming close to your second orgasm.

You started moving your hips in such a way that dragged your clit against his pelvis while he hit your g-spot with every bounce. Your legs started shaking a bit and his other arm wrapped all the way around your waist while he flipped you over so he was back on top. His hand still wrapped around your throat while he rammed himself into you. "Cum for me, kitten. Ngh~ fuck, please." He begged. He kept moving so his skin dragged against your clit, just like you had it moments ago. You started crying out loudly because of how hard he was hitting your cervix. You instinctively covered your mouth, trying not to be too loud, but he wasn't having that. He took his free hand and ripped yours away from your face. "Absolutely fuckin not." He growled. "I wanna hear every bit of how good I make you feel." He pinned your arm to the pillow while he continuously slammed his hips against yours. It wasn't long before you were squeezing him tight and gushing all over his dick.

Your thighs squeezed his hips and your walls flexed as he threw his head back with a sinful moan and his own string of curses. "Ugh~ perfect... Sooo fucking perfect holy shit."

You felt hot, sticky ropes of cum start to spill out inside of you while you milked him for all he had. His hips stuttered and his thrusts got messy with the last little bit that leaked out. And with one final hard thrust, his grip on your throat loosened and he collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your neck. He braced himself on his elbows and you could hear his labored breathing in your ear.

He stayed like that for a bit, and then slowly pulled out of you, groaning quietly from the sensitivity. His cum started to leak out of you as he sat back on his knees. You felt two of his fingers, entering you again and you whined. He let his cum leak out onto his fingers before he pulled them out and shoved them in your mouth. He stared into your eyes, gaze still lust blown with red cheeks while he watched you suck his fingers. "Taste good?" His voice was soft and low again and you nodded your head. He smiled, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and running a thumb over your bottom lip. "That's my good girl."

He fell beside you, encasing your naked body in his arms. "...I'm sorry it took me so long to confess my feelings." He kissed your forehead. "I just couldn't wait any longer, seeing you with that....guy... Made me worry that I'd be too late if I didn't say something now." You lifted your head to look at him in his beautiful purple eyes. "I've only ever had eyes for you."

"really?" You cupped his cheek, bringing his forehead to press against yours. "only for you, Toshi."

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