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When My Time Comes

Content Warnings: Graphic depictions of:gun violence, murder, blood, throwing up, and panic attacks. Suicidal ideation, and a few swear words. Reader goes by the name 'Angel' throughout the story. Slightly supernatural/horror I'm not sure how to take it. Very different than anything I've written before please just hang in there lol. It's also unedited because I wrote it in a one day and wanted to get it out as fast as possible before the inspiration left me.

Pairing: Mob!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader/OC

Word Count: 5k

Genre: Angst with happy ending

I told y'all Mob!Peter was making a comeback..this is his rebirth. Thanks to Hozier's Work Song.

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There’s an uncomfortable frigid feeling in the room. It’s like that moment when giving a class presentation and everyone is looking dead at the person. Waiting for them to drop because they can tell the speaker doesn’t want to be here, and that they’re waiting for the worst to happen and the other shoe to drop. 

“Angel-” 

Felicia’s voice carried throughout the room. The legs she stood on grew wobbly, her vision narrowing. A mix of bitter bile and anger grew in her throat as she shot the platinum haired girl a heated look. 

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me-” She shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her. “This is your fault!”

 It wasn’t. But it was easier to blame her, the person delivering the blow than it is to blame others. 

Harry’s hands grabbed the distraught girl from under her armpits, to keep her from falling and approaching Felicia any closer than she already was. Harry tucked her into his arm, hand flattening out against her back, trying to soothe the heart he knew was breaking. The smell of the iron on his shirt flooded her nostrils, and only provoked more tears. She fought against Harry, who only held tighter. 

“I wanna see him. Let me see him. I-”

“Angel, that’s not a good i-”

“Let her, Harry. Let her.” Felicia’s words were soft yet firm. Her lip was tucked in between her teeth as she wiped at her face. Harry looked between the two women, and at Miles who was standing in front of the door. He was fighting his own losing battle, and denying her would put him in his own grave. Once he released the girl, she ran as fast as she could and wobbled up the stairs to the bedroom all the way at the end of the hall. Vision so blurry from anxiety, and tears that she couldn’t even make out May, who'd just left the room shutting the door behind her. 

“Angel, you can’t go in there. You shouldn’t. Pete, he wouldn’t want you to see him like this. Just stay out here for a li-”

Usually she’d respect May’s wishes, and listen to her wise words. Angel knew deep in her heart of hearts that she was right. That this was an event that would stick with her for life and couldn’t be treated so loosely. But, her husband, Peter, was sitting on the other side of that door and you needed to see him. 

Pushing May aside, nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare her for what laid on the other side of that door. 

“Pete.” Her words faltered seeing his entire torso bandaged, a deep red of blood already seeping through the clean white color of the bandages. Angel carried herself as far as she could before dropping to her knees, crawling across the floor to the bed. 

“A..Angel.” 

Peter’s eyes wouldn’t open, but his voice was somewhat there. Tired and strained, her hands grasped his, as she bowed her head against the memory foam of the death bed. He wasn’t dead. Not yet. 

“Shhh, I’m right here.” There was a sense of dread crawling into the bed with him. It’s the same bed they’d shared for years, but it’s different now as he lays dying. Out of pure reflex her hand reaches out, resting on his torso. He’s too weak to even flinch, her hand soaking with his blood. They’d been trying for hours to stop the damage the attack did to his insides.

“It happened all too fast and there were..too many. His body isn’t healing as fast as it usually does.” Felicia’s explanation came back to her. So much for being superhuman. Angel’s head pressed against his temple, as tears trickled down her cheeks hitting his bare collarbone. 

“Oh Angel..” Peter whispered, pressing his head back against hers. “Don’t cry over me.” 

She shook her head. “‘M not crying Pete, cause you’ll be fine. May gave you more of your blood, and your body is gonna speed up its process. And..and you’re gonna be okay.”

“I’m dying, Angel.” 

‘Shut up.” 

“No listen okay.” He used what strength he had to open his eyes, looking at her through half lidded eyes. “I am going to die. I know it and you..” 

He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth. “You kn-kno-know it.” She wiped the blood off his mouth letting tears fall. 

“I love you…so much. You have been..the best part of my life.” She opened her mouth to respond. He closed his eyes again. Bringing his hand to hold her side close to him. “Just..just lay here with me okay?” 

His chest rattled with a shaky breath, she hiccuped choking on her sobs. Laying her head against his cold one. She'd always pictured dying in this bed with him. But she thought she’d be older, thought she’d at least have had some kids- some grandkids. Thought it would be both of them on a quiet, average night. One where she’d go to sleep and just never wake up. 

Never did she think Peter would be lying here dying at only 31 one years old. Angel knew what Peter did for work was dangerous, deadly even. It killed her father, it killed his uncle. Both knew these actions had consequences.  Yet, Peter wasn’t human like everyone else. He had altered DNA from being studied as a kid, from being bit by a spider at seventeen that gave him powers that he used to climb his way up the ladder of organized crime. Yet, those same powers and abilities were what had him lying here fighting to keep going. 

“Peter..” She whispered against his cold skin. “Peter.” Nothing. She put her hand over his heart and felt nothing. No warmth, no movement, nothing. Her hands shook, looking around in panic for anything..anyone. 

“Peter!” 

The yell was louder this time. One that burns the lungs. She shakes him, and shakes him trying to get him back. Starting to attempt her own CPR screaming for him to come back, to not leave like this. Being so engrossed with her own grief and anger, she doesn't even process everyone rushing in. Harry and Felicia pull her off of him kicking and screaming, as May calmly pulls the sheet over his head, before kissing his forehead. 

Angel hated her. She raised him and she’s not even fighting for his life right now. 

Not her, not Harry, not Felicia. None of them. 

“He’s gone.” Harry spoke sitting on the floor with her, holding her as she screamed through the sobs. His legs pinned hers down rocking up back and forth. The smell of the iron from the blood on Harry’s shirt and her body wafted through her nostrils. Between the smell of her dead husband's blood and the pure panic seeping through the body she couldn’t hold back any longer. Angel’s body hunched forward on reflex as vomit spewed out of her mouth and onto Harry and the floor. 

The blonde man didn’t even flinch, rubbing her back as you slumped forward and cried. A part of her laid dead on that bed with her husband's cold body. 

-

The days lingered, in a still limbo. None of it felt in order. Felicia fed her some cocktails of sedatives, to keep her sane as they both helped May plan the funeral. “He didn’t want a shiva.” Angel spoke from the couch, biting down around the cuticle of her nail. 

“I know we aren’t giving him one, just a wake and funeral and a remembrance party.” Felicia spoke, her hand reaching out to hold the woman's leg. Her free hand pulled her fingers out of her mouth. 

“A fucking party?” She spat. “Is that what his death means to you? Some fucking excuse to get shit faced, so you can live with yourself for walking him into that fucking warehouse.” 

Felicia bit down on her cheek, and took a deep breath. She could almost feel Peter’s hand on her shoulder and his stern yet soft demand for an apology to Felicia. 

“I’m sorry. I should-”

“It's fine.” Felicia says, pulling the widow into a hug, letting her head rest on her shoulder. Angel thanked Felicia for her patience, because at this point she had none left. May’s shaky hand covered her own mouth holding back a sob, Angel pulling her into the hug, the three of them taking a moment to cry. 

-

Harry and Miles had dealt with the dirty part. Harry had come home with a bag of medical supplies the night Peter died. He and May injected him with more of his blood that Harry had altered at Oscorp, both hoping for some last resort. Angel sat on the chair in the corner watching them. She had volunteered to wash and dress him before the coroner took him away. The man, Mr. Weekes had dealt in Peter’s dealing before, and he was listed specifically as who Peter wanted to treat him post mortem. 

“Your death wishes list in your will is super morbid.”

 She spoke in a low monotone voice, washing the blood off his arms. It was weird to see him like this: cold and still. Not bantering back and forth with her. “I appreciate it though, I just wish you’d told me about all this sooner. You’re demanding even in death.”

She washed his face next, and stitched up some of the wounds on his chest before dressing him in some of his more comfortable casual clothes. 

“If only you’d tell me what suit you wanted to be fucking burried in. Planned everything else out..” 

Shuffling through his suits, she started fighting back the tears as she came across his wedding suit. Again, feeling his hand on her back, trying to talk her through it. He always knew this was happening before she did. Angel pressed the palm of her hands into her eyes as she started to cry. Heartbeat racing, it felt like it was crawling up her throat and getting stuck. It felt like choking on nothing, causing her to gasp for breath. She dropped herself down into the soft green chair in the back of the closet, crying and gasping for air as she progressed. She started walking herself through it the best one could. Putting a hand on her chest following the breathing techniques, she tried to alter her breathing as much as she could. Once she started coming down, her vision settled back into normal. She looked up at the racks of clothing and let out a shaky, yet normally paced breath. She had settled on the grayish green suit he’d worn only a couple days before. Slamming the closet door to the closet behind her, she shoved the suit into the bag wanting to be done with it all.

“I shouldn’t hate you..” She started, sitting on the bed with him. Putting his watch on him and staring at him. “And I don’t..I don’t think I do. I’m just so..fucking angry. At everyone, at myself, at you. I shouldn’t have let you go, I should have gone with you.” 

Angel laid next to him, his body cold and their sheets still slightly stained in blood. Maybe it was gross and fucked up. However, next to him, was the only place she felt peace. There was a brief staring contest with the syringe filled with some  liquid that laid on a night stand. One stab to the heart would make everything go away, she could be with him again. Maybe the cocktail of sedatives everyone kept feeding her would do it for her at some point. 

“Mrs. Parker.” Mr. Weekes says walking in, rolling the gurney in with him. Harry and Miles in tow behind him. “I have to take him now. Is that okay?” 

“Angel..” Harry’s voice sounded pitiful, she felt her heart squeeze as she sat up.

“Yeah, yeah.” She sighed, scurrying out of the bed. Flattening out her clothes, watching Harry help Mr. Weekes transfer Peter to the gurney. Miles comforted her, his arms wrapping around her rubbing her back. Harry nodded his head towards the door, telling him to walk Angel out of the room. He followed directions sitting her in Peter’s office downstairs, both sat in their grief. 

“Why does everyone call you Angel?” Miles asks, wanting to take her mind off Peter. Funny enough, Peter was the reason why she even had the nickname. 

“When Peter and I started dating he brought me home and everyone was there with him at the time. They were ready to meet me if they didn’t know me already. Him, May, Gwen, Felicia, pretty much all of us…he walks me in and he goes "everyone this is Angel, Angel this is everyone.” 

Shr laughs, and Miles smiles. “Everyone just kept calling me Angel till he realized about 30 minutes later that he’s called me Angel instead of my real name. So it was just a pet name that became a nickname. So everyone, including my own mother, calls me it now.” She watched Miles walk around Peter’s office taking in every piece of him. 

“I’m really gonna miss him. He taught me so much, he helped me and my mom. I just..he was like a brother to me.”

“He thought a lot of you too. He cried on your 21st birthday, talking about how much you grew up and how proud he was of you.” She looked at Peter’s will open on the table, her and Harry had gone over it earlier. “You should head home Miles.”

“Are you gonna be okay? I can stay here.”

“Yeah, I have Felicia and May..and Harry.”

Miles nods, engulfing her in a hug. Angel smiled sadly, hugging him back, sliding an envelope from Peter’s desk into his pocket. “No questions. It’s what Pete wanted you to have. There's a note in there you should read it.” 

Miles nodded and patted his pocket, taking the keys off the desk and headed out the office doors. 

-

Grief was a funny thing, it’s a terrible gutting feeling one minute that had her laying in the bloodied bedsheets with your dead husband one minute, and sitting in the bathroom with her high school best friend laughing at memories another. Gwen had flown in from London the moment she heard, she helped get Angel out of bed and bathe her for Peter’s funeral seeing as she could barely bring herself out of the guest room.

 “He really loved you.” Angel whispered, her head resting on her knees as Gwen sat by the tub with her. Gwen tilted her head to the side laughing, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder. 

“He loved you more.” Gwen says. “I remember when we broke up and I told him if he didn’t ask you out I was going to do it for him. And I think that terrified him more.” They both laughed. “I knew he was going to marry you before he knew, before you knew even” 

“Yeah?” Angel asked, smiling at her, tears rolling from her eyes. 

“You two were made for each other. And I was lucky enough to love both of you.” Gwen whispered, taking her hand. “Let’s wash your hair, yeah?” 

“Okay.” Angel nodded leaning back in the tub.

-

Standing by his coffin was awkward; she felt like a little girl at her daddy’s funeral again. Not knowing how to stand next to the body, not liking the way the pity filled stares felt, so she focused on his body. There was a rosy tint to Pete’s cheeks, and he almost looked alive. She rubbed his cheek looking at the gifts lining his coffin, stuff people wanted to lay to rest with him. “It’s only been five days, and I’m losing my mind.” Her voice whispered to him, her hand holding his.

 “I don't know if I can do this without you.” She flattened out the white shirt under his tux and took a deep breath. 

“Let's sit dear.”

 May sniffles, holding her side reassuringly. Angel nodded, wrapping an arm around May, rubbing her shoulder. No one knew her pain like May Parker. She’d become her rock in the haze of grief. She had lost her husband and her nephew who was more her son than anything. She’d been staying at the house with Angel and everyone, she’d even climbed into bed with her most nights like a child seeking comfort from her mother. She was thankful for her and thankful Peter had brought May to her. They were the two most important women in his life and bonded like no other. 

-

“Peter Benjamin Parker was the love of my life, and he was an amazing man.” Angel spoke into the mic standing before friends, family, and acquaintances. She looked down at him in the coffin, and smiled at him, already wiping away tears. 

 “I know to many of you he was frightening, and strong. He seemed unforgiving, cold, and inhumane on occasion but he was my best friend, and my soulmate. He was a complex human and that…is what brought his life to such a short stop. I’m no good at public speaking. I'm sorry, this was always his thing. He was so charming and knew how to talk to you all, and I stood behind him every step of the way. But in the last few days, I discovered he was actually the one standing behind me every step we took together, and he also stood behind many of you and helped you all in numerous ways. I think he left a part of him in all of us, and I hope we can all be half the person he was one day..I- I’m sorry. Harry..Har-.” 

“I got you go, go.” Harry ushered Angel off the podium covering her crying frame from onlookers. She sniffled, wiping her eyes stepping off the podium into Gwen’s arms sitting back down between her and May. May kissed her head, assuring  that it was all going to be okay. Her hands comforting and cradling her face as Angel tried to quietly bawl her eyes out. She stared at the casket in front of her during Harry’s speech, slowly turning everything around her out. 

-

“Angel.” Eddie Brock smiled as she stood outside watching Peter be lowered into the ground. She smiled at him in return, letting him engulf her in a hug.

 “Oh I’m so sorry, Peter was such a good guy. Kind of scary..but..good.”

Angel laughed sadly, squeezing his shoulders. “I know he meant a lot to you Ed.” 

“He did, he really saved my ass more than once. I don’t know what I’ll do without him.” 

She tilted her head, and tried her best to smile at him. “Hopefully stay out of trouble.”

Eddie shook his head back and forth, giving a smirk that said ‘We’ll see.’

They exchanged sad goodbyes and she watched him leave heading towards his car. She was thankful that Peter’s death was kept out of the headlines, it took some begging and bribing Betty Brant but it was worth it for such an intimate and private time. 

She watched the grave diggers starting to fill in the dirt, and she contemplated staying the night on the bench. But May came, wrapping her arms around Angel, a jacket you immediately identified as Peter’s from smell alone. 

“Why don’t you come home with me tonight?” May offered, pushing hair from the girls face. 

“That’d be nice, yeah.”  Angel whispered. “How have you not lost it yet? All I want to do is crawl in that hole with him.”

“I know you do. I was there once, it’s a terribly awful feeling Angel, I know.” May frowned, holding her arm with hers as they walked together to the car. “Peter, bless him. I love him, he was my son no matter what anyone said he was my boy. But because of that I saw every side of him and Peter had been ready to go since Ben died. And I find peace in thinking that they are together again, and that he is safe and protected..and- I’m sorry” May’s voice broke and she fanned her face. “And they are here in any way we want them to be.”

There was quiet for a moment before Angel let out a soft, yet grief riddled laugh.

“I need what you have.” You laughed sadly, both of you crying now. 

May let a teary laugh burst from her chest. “We’ll go make some tea and talk about it.”

That's what they did. The two had a girls night with Gwen and spent it remembering Peter in their own way. About twenty minutes in She had wandered off into Peter’s old bedroom. Smiling as she stood in the doorway, and she knew grief was a funny thing because she could see the two of them about fifteen years younger dancing in his bedroom practicing for prom. 

“Ouch that was my foot!” She yelled out. Peter dropped to his knees dramatically, grabbing her leg inspecting her foot playfully. 

“Not broken.” He placed a kiss on the top of her foot before jumping to his feet. Watching her smile and scrunch her nose.

“I didn’t say it was.” 

‘Well I had to make sure I didn’t hurt my girl.” 

She shook her head in response, rolling her eyes. Hands rubbing his shoulders, placing his glasses on the top of his head. “Are you gonna do that at our wedding too?” She teased. 

Peter pulled a face laughing, racking his head back and forth thinking. “Maybe! But since when are we getting married? What have you and Gwendy been planning, mhm?”

Angel looked over at his desk where she’d found her engagement ring tucked away only a couple years later. 

“I couldn’t find the blue quilt but I found the gray one and everything is set up and ready when..”

They both froze looking at the green velvet box in her, now shaky, hand. 

“Shit I knew I should’ve put it in the safe. My girlfriend is so nosey.” He laughed it off taking the green box from her hand. “You just couldn’t wait a couple weeks till your birthday mhm?” He laughs, kissing on her face. Angel could feel warmth wash over her face and body, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“I was just looking for those pictures from our trip upstate you had processed.” 

Peter smiled tugging up his gray sweatpants, dropping onto one knee. 

“Angel, my sweet girl. I have loved you for years, for far longer than I remember. Ever since we were in middle school, and I got lucky enough several years ago to have you want me. Maybe we are a little young to get engaged, but I know I want to be with you forever. I’m not asking for a wedding anytime soon, I just want to know that eventually in-”

“Yes.” You cut him off excitedly, hands cupping over your mouth. “Sorry, sorry.”

Peter scrunched his nose, standing up as he slid the ring on your finger twirling you around. 

“She said yes!” Peter yells throughout the house, the announcement bouncing off the walls and making a home in its fixtures. 

May’s excited cheer could be heard all the way up the steps. You laughed, wrapping your arms around him as he spun you. 

Walking towards the perfectly made bed, she mentally thanked May for never changing it. For keeping it the same all these years later. She took her shoes off, crawling into the bed closing her eyes waiting for sleep to wash over like a wave. For just a second she swore the other side of the bed dipped down, and in instinct made room for his tired frame to crash beside her. 

-

“A distraught man was seen walking up around the streets of Harlem this morning, the man was described as looking dirty. Wearing a green suit, and was seemingly distraught and confused, mumbling to himself.” The anchorwoman spoke, reading off her cue cards shocked by the news herself. Angel scrolled on her phone wrapped in one of May’s quilts as she made breakfast.

 “Witnesses say the man seemed distraught, and in a rush. Looking like he had climbed out of a hole, his suit askew and ran past anyone who offered help. Seemingly not wanting to be seen.” 

She switched the channel before she cared to hear the other stories, not thinking she could handle the grief of another depressing story right now. Angel wrapped the blanket around herself, walking to the kitchen to talk to May. Her phone pinging, the front camera at the house notifying her that motion had been detected. 

“I’ve gotta get to the hospital after I eat, are you gonna be okay getting home? I know it’s not that far of a wal- everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I actually should get a cap and head that way. I just got a weird notification I need to check out.”

“Okay yeah. Do you need me to go with you?” May asked.

“No, no. I, I don’t know what it is. Could be nothing or an error on my end.” Angel says, pulling herself out of the chair rushing towards the door. Quickly calling a cab she climbed into the back refreshing the ring app trying to get it to load. The dark screen freaking her out. She had called Harry, bouncing her leg in the back of the cab watching the houses fly by. 

“I was just about to call you.” Harry’s panic was evident from his voice. “Someone dug up Peter’s grave. Kicked the headstone over and everything.”

“You don’t think it was Fisk’s guys do you?”

“Could be..could be anybody. I love Pete but he had a lot of enemies.”

“I got a notification that there's motion at the front door, but it’s not loading now. It's a network error.” She spoke as the cab pulled into the neighborhood, already unbuckling her seatbelt waiting for the sudden stop. 

“Okay listen to me.” Harry says starting the car. “I’m thirty minutes away, there’s a gun hidden in a fake drawer in the table by your door. It’s loaded, and I know you know how to use it. Let’s just be prepared for the worst.”

“Yeah..” Angel nodded, rubbing her forehead wishing Peter was there to talk her through this. “Okay I’m heading in. I’ll let you know.” 

Angel handed the driver a hundred that she had on her and hung up the phone, tucking it into the pocket of the pajama pants she’d been wearing at May’s. The front door was left ajar and slightly off its hinges. She looked down seeing a track of dirt leading from the front walk away all the way into the house. 

Quietly she found the gun Harry was talking about, leaving the safety on till otherwise needed and slowly following the muddy footprints. The fridge was left ajar, food and drinks sitting on the counter. Whoever broke in was pretty hungry, having pulled out the pastrami and other gatherings for a sandwich. A soda poured into a glass and half gone. She checked Peter’s office, his file cabinets open and a couple files pulled out. As she went to open the files to see who it was research on, she heard the water upstairs turn on. Slowly and as quiet as possible she snuck up the steps, and through her bedroom. Her jewelry box was left open but nothing was taken out, everything in the closet was practically untouched except for a couple of Peter’s items thrown onto the floor. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door to the bathroom open, and nothing could prepare her for what stood on the other side of the door. 

“Angel..”

The voice nearly caused her to drop to her knees. She knew grief was a funny thing, because Peter Parker was standing before. Dirty and clearly sore, his voice strained from not using it for a couple days. Her knees fell out from under her, Peter using his reflexes to catch the gun and her all in one go. Smearing mud and blood lightly on her as he caught her. He placed the gun on the counter away from them as he slid down onto the floor with her. 

“Shh, shh I know. I know. It’s scary. It’s okay, Angel. Breathe okay. In and out.” 

She couldn’t even find her voice to scream, she reached out hitting him trying to get him away from her. A ghost from her nightmare.  The harder she hit though, the faster she realized he was real..this was all real. 

“You’re dead.” 

“I was..technically. Kind of yeah.” 

“Not technically, legally.”

Peter laughed shakily holding her, tears starting to pour out of his own eyes. His lips pressed against her forehead letting out a gasp of air. 

“Spiders..play dead when they sense danger. Meaning their bodies shut down completely out of their control, as a way to replenish and prepare to attack and prevent further damage.” She watched intently as he explained his mad man ramblings. 

“I guess when I got bit that’s something my nervous system developed the ability to do. I read about it all those years ago after I got bit. It just never happened until I took so much damage. So, yes. I was..I did die. However, the amount of my own blood that Harry and May pumped into me. Helped me heal in that shut down state.” Peter laughs hearing himself. He sounded fucking crazy. Angel reached her hand out cradling his face, gasping at his warmth. His heat radiating off his body again. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lunged forward holding him in a hug sobbing happily. 

Harry’s feet pounded against the hardwood floor as he yelled for her. 

“Oh fuck.”

“Hey Harry.” Peter laughed awkwardly. “Long story.” 

Harry, in shock, stumbled out of the room immediately making phone calls. Letting out a scream of shock and awe.

“Angel..” Peter whispered. “I need to shower okay. You can stay with me though if you want.”

So she did, she washed his hair and body. Rubbing her fingers over the held wounds that once littered his chest now just scars in their place. So much for being superhuman.

“We’re never gonna have a normal life are we?”

Peter shook his head, kissing her head. 

“No, no we won’t. But we’ll have each other, and no matter what happens. No grave will hold me down.” He laughs holding them together, making her look up at him. “I’m coming back here, back to you everytime.”

 She shook her  head holding him close listening to the beat of his heart, finally feeling that piece she lost crawl back home into her chest.

I know that was different...I hope you guys liked it. I really wanted to bring Mob!Peter back but I'm nothing if not dramatic..so :)

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haunting

pairings: will graham x reader, gn!reader,

summary: will's been going down a dark path and feels like he's losing everything, from control, his sense of self, to reality. he fears he'll lose you too.

tw: nightmares, blood, mutilation, angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 1,348

a/n: based off a nightmare i had a while back that to this day i still think about all the time because it felt too real. only difference is that will was the victim of violence displayed in dream sequence.

Will was shutting himself out.

It wasn't the first time that he had done this but something about this time around felt different, felt more dangerous.

You had seen the way Jack Crawford had been pushing him, and you were afraid it was only a matter of time before Will reached the point of no return. You carried a bit of guilt with you, since you had been the one to bring Will under Jacks radar. You knew about his gifts, his profound sense of empathy, and you thought by joining Jacks team he could make a real difference. While proven to be true, Jack saw a machine that he could constantly use without ever thinking about the rust that he would cause from exhaustion.

The light in his eyes had been slowly going out and you felt helpless as you felt the man you loved drift away from you. Countless nights you'd reach for him only to be met with cold sheets. Only then you would find him outside shivering, untethered from reality as the horrors from the murders he saw daily plagued his mind. Other nights you'd wake up to his shivers as he jerked from nightmares drenched in sweat.

"Will." Your voice comes out groggy as you turn to face the movement you felt within your shared bed. What you see strikes fear in your heart as you see Will shaking, trembling, drenched in sweat as ragged breaths escaped his lips.

"Will, honey wake up," you say tapping his face gently. When you see no response you begin to lightly shake him by his arm, not wanting him to wake up even more scared.

"Please," you whisper, pleading desperately as you give him a rather harder shake.

When his eyes shoot open, his breathing becomes even more rapid as he's brought back to reality.

"Hey, hey, shhh it's alright," you say softly as you let out an air of relief. Finding the tiniest comfort that he was able to come back.

As you push away the damped locks clinging to his forehead, he seems to relax underneath your touch. Wrapping a hand around your wrist suddenly, you're scared that the touch was unwelcomed, that the act of affection had been too much for him in such a vulnerable state. Yet when he moved his hand to place it on top of yours you knew that the opposite was true, that he found solace in your gentle touch.

"I'm here. I'm right here," you whisper before planting a kiss on his temple. He shuddered at the act as he felt overwhelmed by a sea of emotions. After a couple of minutes minutes his breathing evened out and you manage to coax him to sit upright in the bed.

As he hid his face in his hands trying to fully come back down to earth, you rubbed circles across his back hoping that it would help the process.

"I don't think I can do this much longer." His voice comes out muffled as he still had his face hid.

"Will, honey we don't have to talk about it." You tilt your head sideways at him sympathetically, not wanting to push him further into his pain.

"It was real. It was so real y/n." As he turns his head to meet your gaze you can see the pain hidden behind those eyes that carried so many beasts of burden.

"I can't save you, y/n."

Will extended a hand as he wiped the steam from his shower away from the mirror. He had a difficult time staring back at what was in the mirror. Somehow his reflection felt something so familiar yet so foreign. Familiar in the sense that he recognized these features as his own- his mothers eyes, his father hair, only his curls had now grown longer. Yet foreign in the way that he couldn't connect these features to himself, they didn't match the mental reflection of himself in his mind.

Closing his eyes for a second, he shakes his head as he pushes those thoughts aside, not wanting to spiral down a rabbit hole. Reaching for the towel he used earlier, he wrapped it around himself, tucking it lowly on his hips. As he opened the door and into your shared bedroom he was caught off guard by the darkness that consumed the room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, scanning the room he saw your figure standing at the foot of the bed with your back facing him.

Calling out your name he reached closer to you, as an eeriness settled within his stomach. Extending a hand out as he reached for you and grabbed your shoulder, the sight he saw as you turned around made his blood run cold and his stomach drop.

"Will," you croaked out. Blood soaked through your clothes as a grappling hook had been pushed through your abdomen, flesh tearing and bone exposed and broken as it had clawed it ways through you.

"I'm sorry," was all that you could choke out as blood began to seep its way through the corners of your mouth.

Will took you into his arms as you both sank to the floor, clinging onto you tightly as he felt the world crumble beneath him.

"No, no, no, no. Y/n, stay with me," he pleaded as he took in the sight of your corrupted body. His mind couldn't even form a thought as he saw the way the hook had mutilated you completely from the inside out, hollowing you from the inside.

"Do you hear me? Y/n? You have to stay with me?"

His immediate thought was to call Jack. As he looked around the room frantically racking his brain as to where he left his cell phone, he freezes when he sees as familiar face lurking in the shadows. A face that's followed him everywhere and is there even when he closes his eyes. Garret Jacob Hobbs stands in the corner, face pale and just as lifeless as the last time Will saw him.

His breath hitches in his throat and he feels the room close in on him as he locks eyes with GJH cold lifeless gaze.

"See?" The ghost smiles sinisterly as he breaks eye contact to look down at his work. At the mutilated and dying corpse of the one thing Will loved most in this world.

"Will," you call out softly, "look at me."

If he heard you, he made no effort to obey you as he continued staring straight ahead.

"Will, please. Come back, look at me love."

Will slowly turned his head until he locked eyes with you and he felt the lump in his throat grow bigger and fear climbed it's way up threatening to suffocate him.

You moved cautiously so as not to spook him, you reached over to take one of his hands that gripped the sheets and placed it flat on your chest.

"Do you feel that?"

Will only looked sadly at your sandwiched hands, not knowing whether to trust what was in front of him.

"Will, i'm here and i'm alive." It was only then that Will could feel the faint beat of your heart beneath his hand. Steady and alive.

"I promise you, he can't hurt me."

When Will met your eyes again, his had glossed over and it was only then that he could finally feel relief. Feel secure in your touch and that you being alive was the truth. He buried his head into your chest as he began to sob, feeling his tears fall on your clothes.

Will was fragile. This you knew. His mind was a maze that even he couldn't fully understand. You'd never know if you would truly understand the terrors Will faced but you knew that you would be there to grant him ease of mind. To bring light to the darkness that is his mind because to Will that's what you were. A lighthouse shinning at sea, guiding him back ashore.

"I'm here Will, i'm always here."

[deceasedream69]

Safe word

Warnings: kinda NSFW, somnophilia, use of the safe word, mentions of anxiety and bondage.

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Training an assassin isn't easy, but training a group of kids to be assassins, to easy for a group of adults, specially considering the strength advantage.

When you got out of duty from being an assassin, ran away obviously, you didn't exactly follow you fellow's, Natasha Romanoff, steps, but rather kept a low profile, yes, using your skills for the sake of the people, bit in a much more secret and anonymous way.

Less secret now that you'll help your boyfriend (or boyfriends?), moon knight.

The sun made your skin look like pure gold, the sheets tangled around your waist and legs, your hair obviously a mess, but to Marc Spector you couldn't look more beautiful than right now.

It was a thing for both of you to wake the other up this way, it was something both of you really enjoyed, specially when it was really out of the blue, not for special occasions or anything like that.

You stirred a little on your sleep. The morning smelt great today for some reason. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times, that's when you felt something off.

You looked up and noticed both of your hands tied right above your head, no one else was there.

You tried putting your fingers between the rope to try to find a weak spot to pull but failed, desperate you tried pulling a few times but nothing happened. That's when your eye caught the sight of something else in the room.

You quickly turned to look at him, your chest rising up and down, not something you were really controlling right now.

- "awwww, look at the poor y/n"

Images of my past coming back, I could feel the sweat running over my whole body.

I pulled the rope one more time, I really didn't want to say it, I didn't want to seem weak, and if this is Marc's kink, why's he doing it without asking me first?!

He got on the bed, crawling on top of me, grabbing my cheeks with one hand and squeezing them.

- "look at the poor y/n, so vulnerable like this"

And the things he was saying, yes, we used to tease each other a lot, but this just felt... Different, specially because it brought me so many bad memories.

Bad memories that were about to drive me crazy.

He got off me and took his shirt off, I just thought about putting my feelings on a side and just go with it, he wasn't going to hurt me anyway.

I tried... I really tried.

He got low and whispered in my ear.

- "shhh, just let yourself go"

I couldn't take it anymore, the flashbacks running through my head, mostly after the cheek squeeze. I just couldn't.

- "Marc..." it came out barely as a whisper, as tears started to scape from my eyes.

He looked at my lips with lust as his name dropped from them.

"Red, red, red" I said tiredly.

Marc's eyes went wide, noticing the tears formed in mine, and his hands ran to untie the ropes.

He was trying to untie the whole thing as fast as he could, and when he did I just felt like a bunch of air filled my lungs again, but that unraveled the knot in my throat.

I just fell into his embrace, crying my eyes out, the whole thing just made me think of so many things I just wanted to forget about entirely.

He stayed quiet, just holding me until I broke the hug, his hand going to my face immediately, making soothing movements.

I leaned into the palm of his hand, looking at him directly into his eyes.

- "I'm sorry", he whispered.

I blinked a few times.

- "no, no, no, princess" - he kissed my hand - "I should've ask before doing something like this"

- "I'm kinda hungry"

He chuckled.

- "do you forgive me?"

- "if you make me breakfast, and promise to ask before doing anything like that, I forgive you"

- "I promise", he planted a kiss on my forehead, then putting them together, we stayed like that for a couple of seconds. I look up at him, and he did the same.

- "right, the breakfast", he said getting up, I laughed and quickly followed him.

The end:)

[slvt4tom]

Tom x f! Reader

Okay so I was listening to music and thought abt what to write since I haven't wrote something like this in FOREVER and I'm sorry but here's this

I'm still working on the other one..

Don't mind the fact it's been like a month or more.. Shhh

Y - you

T - tom

F - friend

E - ex (e/n ex name)

Warnings - a little angst

🎀🎀🎀

It was a very dark and gloomy day today and on top of it all ur boyfriend of 7 years just broke up with u today.. So you were walking around crying ur arms crossed over ur stomach basically bawling ur eyes out, u had accidentally bumped into someone so u look up to say sorry and ur eyes are met with beautiful dark brown ones, ur jaw basically dropped the tears turning into just clear stains on ur face and pretty quickly due to the wind tom had noticed but didnt say anything because he didnt know you (yet)

Y - ".. S.. Sorry"

? - "it's okay beautiful"

Your face was such a bright red it wasn't even funny maybe it was love at first sight? You hadn't realized who it was at first but then you took a few steps back and saw it was...

Y - "AREU TOM FREAKING KAUL-"

u get cut off by tom smacking a hand over your mouth making ur eyes go wide and you let out muffled screams but he told you to shh

T - "shh im not gonna hurt u princess, i just need u to quiet down so people dont notice me"

you had quieted down once he started talking and you just nod ur head as he takes his hand off ur mouth he had also asked if you wanted to go home with him, you said yes and he opened up his passenger seat for you to get in next to him. you guys had been talking for a while now outside, in his car on the way home, in his drive way, inside his house.

so i guess thats how you ended up here, cuddling the man of your dreams while watching a movie slowly but surely falling asleep in his soft warm touch, him playing with ur hair pulling u closer and closer by the second not wanting to let go.

the next morning was a whole different story!

u had woke up to the sound of stuff being slammed down, you went to check the time on ur phone and noticed messages spammed all the way down ur phone

"E/N💗 99+ messages"

U heard a big *THUMP* and got out of Tom's bed and went down stairs trying to find ur way to his kitchen once u did u went over to him wrapping ur arms around his shoulders from the top leaning ur head on his back.

Y - "hey are u alright? There's a lot of banging.."

He turned around taking your hands off him putting them at your side and turning back around.

T - "...who is that's guy texting ur phone.."

Y - "huh what are you talking about"

T - "that.. That guy who keeps spamming ur phone.. Are you dating him."

Ur eyes widened and the realization u felt horrible u had totally forgot to change his name in ur contacts after u guys broke up, so you took about an hour or so talking to tom telling him the whole story making sure not to leave out any details even though you guys weren't dating or anything you just wanted to reassure him so nothing got bad before it even started.

After a while of you guys like talking and becoming really good friends he asked u to start dating and obviously u said yes! You guys mad so many great memories over the years and hod so much fun, even when u guys fought you would take a break and then talk it out.

Such a cute healthy relationship!

🎀🎀🎀

Umm okay I got lazy towards the end and it's rushed because I feel I need to get something out so enjoy this pls!

[sweethoneyrose83]

Dialogue prompts for Vanny from FNAF

"You can’t hide forever. He’s watching, you know? And I’ll find you… sooner or later."

(Whispering as she stalks through the dark corridors)

"Why fight it? Don’t you want to be part of something bigger? Something… beautiful?"

(Attempting to manipulate the protagonist)

"I’ve been watching you. You’re getting closer, aren’t you? So much closer to becoming one of us."

(In a soft, almost hypnotic tone)

"It’s fun, isn’t it? The chase… the fear. You feel it too, don’t you?"

(Playfully taunting the protagonist)

"He whispers to me… tells me everything I need to know about you. It’s only a matter of time."

(Referring to her connection with Glitchtrap)

"Shhh… don’t scream. It’ll all be over soon, I promise. Just a little… longer."

(Comforting in an eerie, almost childlike voice)

"I wasn’t always like this, you know. But then again… neither were you."

(Hinting at a shared dark past or future)

"The mask makes everything clearer. You’ll see too, once you’ve put it on."

(Trying to convince the protagonist to embrace their dark side)

"There’s nowhere to run, silly. You’re already part of the game. And no one ever really leaves the game."

(Confident and smug, knowing the protagonist's fate is sealed)

"I know it hurts. But pain means you’re alive… for now."

(Her voice is cold yet oddly caring as if enjoying the suffering)

Vanny (softly, but unsettling): "You shouldn’t be here… but since you are, why not play a little game with me?"

Vanny (sing-song tone): "Hide all you want… I always find what I’m looking for."

Vanny (mocking, playful): "Do you really think you can outsmart me? Silly little rabbit, always hopping into danger."

Vanny (whispering eerily): "I can feel your heartbeat… so close now, I can almost taste your fear."

Vanny (ominously): "The others might not see you… but I do. And I never let go."

Vanny (laughing quietly): "He says it's all for a reason, you know? So, don't worry. It's just… your turn."

Vanny (creeping closer, softly): "Oh, you thought this was just a nightmare? Sorry, but it's real… and I'm here to make sure you never wake up."

Vanny (calm, almost comforting): "Shh… It's okay. It will all be over soon. Just give in."

Vanny (teasing): "You’re not afraid of a little bunny, are you? You should be."

Vanny (cold, detached): "Running will only make it worse. Why don’t you save us both some time?"

1. Luring the Player:

"Do you hear them too? They whisper such wonderful things. Come closer, and you’ll understand."

"Don’t be scared… I’m here to make everything better. Just follow my voice."

"Why run? The darkness is so much safer… I can show you."

"I know you’re hiding. But that’s alright… we’ll find you soon enough."

2. Confrontation:

"There’s no place left to go. Why fight it? This is what you were meant for."

"You don’t really think you can escape, do you? Silly little rabbit…"

"I can feel your fear. It’s delicious… let’s savor it together."

"He’s always watching, always waiting. You’ll meet him soon, just like me."

3. Manipulation:

"You’re just like me. We’re not so different… we’re just lost in this game."

"They don’t understand. But I do. Come with me, and you’ll see the truth."

"Why struggle when you can be free? Free from the lies… from the pain…"

"It’s okay to let go. Everything will be over soon, and you’ll be perfect."

4. Teasing/Mocking:

"Aww, did I scare you? Don’t worry… that’s just the beginning!"

"Playing hide-and-seek, are we? You know, I always win."

"Tick tock, tick tock… the clock is ticking, and your time is running out!"

"What’s the matter? Bunny got your tongue?"

5. Cryptic Warning:

"You shouldn’t have come here… this place has a way of swallowing people whole."

"Not everything is what it seems. Sometimes the masks hide the real monsters."

"It’s too late to turn back now… he’s already chosen you."

"You’re in his web now. There’s no escaping… not without a price."

[vqlfstar]

Hey Kid, I'm Here For You

Tony Stark x gender neutral Avenger!Reader (Platonic)

No use of Y/N. (876 words)

Description- Finding yourself slowly consumed by anxiety and worry as self-doubt creeps in, you find yourself comforted by none other than the man of the hour— Tony Stank.

Content Warnings- Angsty with a semi-hopeful ending; reader has an anxiety attack; age gap between reader and Tony (Tony calls you 'kid')

A/N- anxiety attacks can and probably will look different for most people, and so will the preferred ways of being grounded and/or comforted. The following blurb is entirely based on my own experiences with anxiety attacks and my own projection for how I wish to be comforted when I have them. This isn't meant as a guide :)

Sitting in the dark, on the living room floor of the Avengers tower, overlooking the nighttime New York city in all it's glory should have made you feel good.

Should have made you feel better as you looked at the vibrant scenery, through the one-way window.

But it didn't.

And you found yourself feeling lonelier with each passing minute.

Lonelier than you'd felt in all your years that you had been a part of the team.

There was a time before them— when you went by the world on your own; never stopping long enough to let the loneliness catch up to you.

And then they happened.

Your wonderful family that slowly found your way in your heart.

In all of the movie nights and the sunday dinners and the occasional pillow fights— they showed you unconditional love and support.

So much love, that sometimes it made you feel anxious. Made you wonder if you were really worth all that they had given you. Made you question if they truly meant every kind word they said to you...

You never realized when that occasional doubt had turned into a constant ball of anxiety knotted in your throat.

Didn't understand why— with each passing day— you felt a sense of dread whenever one of them smiled at you.

Maybe it was the fear that one morning one of them would wake up and think you were not good enough for their kindness.

Maybe it was the uneasiness that one day they would realize you were holding back the team.

Maybe it was- "Hey kid, everything okay?"

Snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts, Tony's voice made you look back in surprise.

"Yups! All well!" you replied in a cheery voice, trying to ignore the knots in your throat.

"Want me to switch on the light?" he asked, facing in your direction— most likely looking at you.

"That's alright, Tony. I was just about to leave anyway" you answered, slowly getting up from the cold floor and making your way past the neatly aligned couches.

Your chest feeling a little emptier with each passing step, threatening to let flow all the tears you had been holding in all this time.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It's okay.

You'll be okay.

You tried to remind yourself to no avail, as your eyesight got blurred away, and you tried to blink away the tears.

"Kid?"

Tony reached out his hand toward you, placing it on your shoulder.

"Hey, look at me," he whispered softly.

'Maybe now he'll know how useless I am,' a voice whispered in the back of your mind.

That was it.

You were no longer able to hold yourself back as your heavy sobs broke through the silence of the tower, and before you could make sense of what was happening, Tony came near you wrapping you in his arms.

"Shhh... I'm here kid. I'm here for you. Please tell me what's wrong."

Tony whispered with a certain anxiousness to his demeanor, rubbing your back.

"Hey... hey, breathe with me," he asserted with an urgency in his tone, feeling his heart break a little as you tightly held on to him.

One hand rubbing your back, and the other slightly caressing your head; whispering at you every now and then, he didn't stop reminding you that he was here for you.

Maybe years passed or maybe just a few moments, but you slowly found it easier to breathe with each passing moment, becoming aware of Tony's grounding presence.

When he knew for certain that you had stopped crying he slowly moved, bringing his hands to wipe away your tears as you avoided looking at him.

Maybe if you weren't feeling so exhausted you would have felt a little embarrassed by the outburst.

But you were tired.

So tired.

And you decided that feeling embarrassed was future you's problem.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that," you quickly whispered, still avoiding looking at him.

"I just had a long day, I didn't mean to—"

But before you could say anything else, Tony once again wrapped his arms around you.

"It's okay kid. You have nothing to apologize for."

You felt a little grateful to your exhaustion— the only thing preventing you from breaking down into tears once again.

Slowly moving away, placing his hands on your shoulder, he continued, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to... but I'm here. I am here for you. Whatever it is... if you ever want to talk to me... I'm here."

And you knew he meant it.

Nodding slightly, you looked up at him to find him already looking at you with sincerity, worry etched in his features.

"Yes... I know Tony, thank you..." words barely audible, you gave him a small smile that he returned.

"I'll probably call it a night," you said, stepping away, giving him a quick nod.

Against the silence of the night, your footsteps echoed in the darkness, as you walked towards your room.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt the knots unravel a little bit, making you smile softly.

"It's okay, I'm going to be okay," finding the words a little easier to believe too.

[florencemtrash]

i love love love your work and reading it has gotten me back into my love for acotar (and azriel shhh). im so inspired/tempted to start writing my own fics on here but i have no idea where to start or how to maneuver anything lol .do you have any tips?!

WRITING FANFICTION - my thoughts on how to get started (and others please feel free to chime in in the comments)

AHHHHHHHH YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO IT!!! I encourage everyone who is interested to write fanfiction, even if you don't want to post things online, because I feel like fanfiction is the perfect avenue to a) have fun and b) practice any and all aspects of writing in a low stress way.

*cracks fingers* get ready for a brief rant about the glories of fanfiction writing

Fanfiction is such a beautiful way to get invested in a story. We already have our own interpretations of how characters look/act/their inner turmoils and struggles that might not get a lot of page time in the canonical works, AND for me personally, I'm always trying to find ways to insert myself into any media I read so fanfiction just feels like a natural extension of that and it honestly has improved my daydreaming skills for better or for worse.

It helps me escape my own thoughts and any troubles I have and I feel like I can grow as a person through the characters I read and write about.

Fanfiction is also great because you can pick and choose what aspects of writing you want to focus on improving. For me personally, I've always had issues with writing dialogue, but if I were to write something from scratch I would have to go through the efforts of creating a whole universe/characters/plot etc. etc so I would always get overwhelmed and just not write at all.

BUT! With fanfiction writing I can just take existing plots/characters etc. etc. and only write the dialogue for a scene I could make up in universe. AND because I'm writing existing characters that I "know", I have a framework for how they speak and can better gauge whether what I am writing sounds natural/realistic. Sometimes if I'm getting stuck on the dialogue I'll just write the lines for each character so I don't lose momentum and then later on I'll go back in and add the setting descriptions, dialogue tags, actions.

More concrete tips/steps you could take

So, I suppose if you're looking for a place to start and have a specific aspect of writing you have trouble with, you could always write short blurbs focusing on that skillset.

If you have issues with dialogue, just write dialogue. No descriptions/scenery. Nothing. If you have issues with describing settings you can always take the dialogue/actions from a scene of a book verbatim and then write around them. OR maybe if you have issues with characterization you could also take a scene from a book and then write from a different character's perspective. I just think it's a neat way to practice and something I've done in the past.

2. Write shameless self inserts. You know yourself better than anyone else and if you're interested in writing fanfiction, you're probably already a chronic daydreamer who's imagining what you would do in a fictional universe. May as well just write it down for the practice.

3. Start with short oneshots - I only started posting online about 7-ish months ago but I've been writing fanfiction since I was in middle school (so about 10 years now) and that's how I got into writing... and also I started out by handwriting the beginnings of trilogies but never getting past page 10 because I realized I was just copying the Hunger Games.

4. Don't be precious with your writing (see #3) and especially in the beginning I think people should prioritize quantity over quality. I think my writing has drastically improved since graduating college because I now consistently have time in the evenings to just write, even if it's "bad" writing. I also have a document titled "Dump it into the fires of Mordor" for my shittiest ideas and bits that I've cut out from other writing projects.

Other Tumblr-specific tidbits

Keep a google sheets to organize fics/taglists. I like to organize this way because unless you have a masterlist (which most people don't in the beginning), tumblr just has everything on one long scroll. So to get around this I have a google sheets where each column is one writing project with one row dedicated to links to the tumblr page, one row to commonly used tags, and the rest of the rows in the column are a list of anyone on my taglist for that project

Include more paragraph cuts than you think you'll need. This is a personal preference of mine, but because I read fanfics on Tumblr predominately on my phone where the width is narrower, extra paragraph cuts a) help me keep track of where I am in the story better and b) look more visually appealing - at least in my opinion

I'm still getting used to Tumblr myself and everyone approaches writing and using the platform differently.

BUT PLEASE DO WRITE IF YOU FEEL INSPIRED TO! Writing and posting fanfiction, and generally getting to interact with people, has been so much fun and I highly encourage anyone and everyone to do it.

Hmmmm, this ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be. Whoops. Hope it was helpful though!

Love,

Florence B.

[queer-and-nd-coded]

dream a little dream of me/oh, darling, i dream of you every night - fictober 2023

Day 3 - #10 "It's alright, I'm here now" Good Omens fanfiction - Crowley/Aziraphale + Crowley & Muriel Teen and Up Audiences Mentions of nightmares Read at ao3

Summary: Ever since Aziraphale left, Crowley has nightmares every time he tries to sleep. They only stop when Aziraphale comes back.

It is a clear assumption that sleeping comes with dreaming. Such a fundamental law of nature applied to all beings, even demons such as Crowley. He didn’t know what they served for, though, the damned things. Design of the subconscious mind was not his department at the time, not even close. And trying to figure out their purpose or meaning on his own was much like trying to put together a black and white puzzle. Completely useless. So, in the end, he just gave up and tried to accept that every now and then, he’d dream.

The dreams weren’t the biggest issue, though. Sure, sometimes they got annoying and completely unreal, but that’s just how dreams were, according to conversations he had overheard.

No, the real problem was the nightmares.

As a demon who occasionally went to Hell, Crowley had seen some pretty ugly things. As a demon who had been living on Earth for the last six thousand years, he’d seen worse. Oh, so much worse.

And it didn’t matter how much he tried to repress those memories through drinking, they’d always resurface during his sleep, eventually. But still, it was manageable. Even his worse nightmares would wear off after some time. And, if he stayed awake long enough, he’d barely remember them. Another characteristic of the subconscious mind that he had no participation in, but was grateful for, regardless.

However, that whole situation took a turn when Aziraphale left.

Suddenly, his annoying and mildly disturbing nightmares became unbearable. Putting his head down no longer meant the break from life he used to get, now it only meant more torment and regret. Why it took him so long to figure out his feelings? Would things have ended up differently if he had talked first? Why, after everything Heaven had done, Aziraphale walked back willingly and didn’t even consider running away? Again?

Suddenly, a soft hand on his back pulls him away from his thoughts.

“Shhh,” he hears a soothing voice above him.

“Aziraphale?” he tries, groggy but hopeful.

“Yes, dear, I am here,” he said softly, “You were talking in your sleep again… another nightmare, I suppose?”

Crowley finally opens his eyes. The room is too dark for him to make sense of anything, but he is sure that it’s Aziraphale in bed with him. Aziraphale’s voice, Aziraphale’s smell, and Aziraphale’s hand on his back, rubbing it gently so, in a way only he could do. He also knows that it’s their bed. In their hou- no, cottage. Their cottage somewhere at South Downs. Yes, he knows all this. And knowing all that, he starts calming down. A deep breath leaves his mouth. He’s so in peace that, for a moment, he thinks he could starting crying of relief.

“It’s alright,” Aziraphale says, somehow softer now, “I am here now.”

Crowley smiles, a warmth growing on his chest. Then he opens his mouth to answer, but before he can say anything, a loud noise brings him back to reality.

“Sorry!” he hears someone say.

It’s Muriel, standing at the door, embarrassed that they couldn’t hold it before the wind slammed it shut. They are holding something but that’s the least of Crowley’s worries now.

He looks around, completely disoriented. He’s at the bookshop. Again. Back to where it all went down. Except he’s got no memory of getting there. He looks around, trying to find clues, but any booze that he brought with himself days ago has already been cleaned up by Muriel. They also provided the tartan blanket that kept him warm for the whole time he slept on Aziraphale’s chair.

It’s too much. The chair, the blanket, the books, the busy street outside… it’s all there. Except for Aziraphale, who now only existed in Crowley’s dreams. Either to remind him of everything he’d done wrong or to give him some sort of comfort, that was immediately ripped way the moment he woke up. He wondered if being at the bookshop had anything to do with it, given that every time he had slept at his flat so far, he had nothing but nightmares. To the point that he even gave up on sleeping, of all things.

Oh. That’s right. He was starting to remember it now. When he no longer could sleep, he started drinking again. Bottle after bottle after bottle… he must have let his feet wander and eventually ended up at the bookshop. That made sense.

He was about to ask Muriel if his theory was correct, right when they walked up to him, handing him something.

Coffee, apparently.

“What’s that?” he asked anyway, lamely.

“Oh! Well… Nina from across the street sent it. She said it’s not your… usual but it will be good for you.”

Crowley took it with no further questions, which seemed to please the angel . He notice d that they didn’t have anything for themself. He didn’t dwell on it, though. It wasn’t his job to tempt angels into enjoying human food. Not anymore.

Muriel went to rearrange some books, but before they were out of earshot range, Crowley said something.

“Thanks.”

They turned around to face him. And with all the inflection of a mediocre actor on a play for very young and dumb children, they bowed slightly and said, “ Noo problem!”

Crowley narrowed his eyes and drank from his cup, trying not to find that endearing. Because it wasn’t. It was pathetic. But they’d get the hang of it, eventually.

[literaila]

cookie dough 

summary: is this one about self doubt or about cookie dough? who’s to say?

warnings: fluff, bad jokes (it’s midnight shhh), self-doubt, sweet peter, mean peter, mean reader, cookies, ovens

*

if an escape is what you're looking for, then peter seems to be the perfect place. 

"which one?" he's asking you now. "there's chocolate chip, peanut butter, snickerdoodle, macadamia nut..." 

you are definitely not just staring at his lips. 

you are completely focused, swear to it. 

you look down to the cookie dough he's frowning over. "i kinda just want to eat it." 

peter looks up. "you said that you wanted to make cookies." 

"i said that i wanted cookies. you said that you weren't going to make them alone," you nudge him with your shoulder. your lip twitches at the dubious look on his face. 

"now you're saying that you just want to eat the cookie dough?" he raises a brow. 

"look at how good it looks..." 

peter blinks. "you can't even see it," he says. "it's just the pillsbury dough boy." 

"i always did have a bit of a crush on him," you grin, taking the package from his hand. 

"i'm going to pretend that you didn't say that," besides you, peter cradles a hand to his chest, mock offended. 

he was already up when you called. 

peter was already waiting for you to interrupt his middle-of-the-night activities and drag him along on some endeavor to keep yourself entertained. 

you are lucky, you know. lucky that he was there when you needed him. 

not that you admit to needing him, of course. this is a mere coincidence. 

though, your jaw has gotten a bit sore from laughing. 

"this one says 'eat or bake,'" peter says. "we can get two. i'll make the cookies, and you can eat the dough." 

you frown at him, pushing away the 'safe to eat' dough. "that just ruins the fun." 

"the fun being salmonella?" 

"breaking the rules, peter," you frown at him, high and mighty with your cookie dough in your hands. by the time you get to eat it, it will be mush. "acting like a kid again and stealing a spoonful of dough from the bowl even though mom said not to--" 

"it's cookie dough." 

"i'll take five, please." 

peter laughs. "you can't afford five of these." 

"i can if i have the help of a very generous boyfriend." 

peter nods. he grabs a package--probably a terrible flavor, probably just to irritate you--and starts walking away. "let me know when you find one." 

you run along after him, trying to steal a peek at what he picked out. "i hope you know that this earns you no points," you say. 

but it does. 

peter is here with you, keeping away the loneliness that likes to creep in on nights like this. 

days when it gets dark far too soon and every hour feels like five different ones. 

days when without him, you think, you might cease to exist. 

peter gets points for just being there. for smiling at you like he is now. for kissing the top of your head and wrapping a hand around your waist as the two of you walk towards the checkout. 

*

"this is terrible," you say, taking another swipe of his sugar cookie dough. 

because, yes, peter is trying to get on your nerves. it is in no way deserved. 

he snorts. "then why are you eating it?" and then, because he's both taller and crueler than you, he moves the baking sheet out of your reach. 

"i need to properly judge you," you lean over his shoulder, examining his hands with curious eyes. "i just wanna help." 

"you want to steal the rest of the cookie dough." 

"why did yours come in circles?" you ask. "that's so much better than squares." 

"we'll draft an email while these are baking." 

you scowl at his back--glare at him when he looks to you with a cheeky smile--and move to sit on the counter. you still haven't opened your dough yet. 

"sugar cookies..." you whisper under your breath. 

"anything more than that," peter says, "and you'd get sick." 

you throw a dish towel at him. he catches it without a blink of an eye, continuing to place the circular patties of dough on the sheet. "you just picked those out so that i wouldn't eat all of them." 

"i'm saving you from crashing off a sugar high. you're welcome." 

"thanks, mom." 

peter chuckles. he thinks that you can't hear it, but you can.

"when are you going to be done?" you ask. "this is boring." 

"maybe if you weren't a thief i would let you help." 

"i am your executitive chef. i have to make sure that everything's up to standard." 

peter hums. he places the sheet in the oven, stepping back and spinning around. 

there are lines under his eyes because it's three in the morning. 

but he's smiling at you, and he still hasn't asked you to get out. 

it's a good enough sign. 

"now i'm done." 

"good." 

peter's smile widens, he takes a step toward you. "why?" he asks. "got big plans?" 

you smile back, leaning into him. "wanna cuddle." 

if peter laughs, you can't hear it. 

but he is quick to obey your command. he removes any distance between the two of you in an instant, hands wrapping around your back, nose falling into your hair. 

you can feel him breathing against you. 

every inhale is like a reminder; a sweet little love letter, letting you know that he's all yours. 

you breathe with him, swearing that it will get you even closer than you already are. 

"good?" peter whispers to you. 

he might be smiling. he sounds like he is, but you aren't sure. 

you nod against his chest, relaxing into the sound of him swallowing. the careful release of his shoulders, the smooth curve of his neck when you trail a hand up to his hair. 

he shivers. 

and you breathe in one last time. 

"sorry," you whisper against him. you're almost hoping that he can't hear. 

but peter doesn't miss much. 

"for what?" he asks, head falling so that it's closer to yours. lips right against your cheek. 

he kisses the skin of your jaw like it will convince you to tell him all of your secrets. 

which, in all honesty, it might. 

"just..." you sigh against him, unsure if you're conflicted or if peter's just distracting. "i know you were probably busy." 

peter pauses. he moves back, looking you in the eye. 

"i mean, i didn't want to interrupt any plans you might've had tonight," you continue. "and i know i'm being more clingy than usual. it's just been a long week and i missed you, and... i don't know. i’m just sorry.”

there is a moment of silence. 

a moment when you can hear the buzzing of the oven right next to you, the warmth coming from the floor beneath your feet. 

you can feel peter because he's right next to you, and you still feel so far away. 

a distance farther than the eye can see. 

"baby," peter whispers, hands drawing circles behind your ear. 

"yeah?" 

you aren't looking at him, just at the floor.

"you didn't interrupt anything. and you aren't being clingy." 

you raise a brow. "peter--" 

"--and if you are being clingy, then i don't mind. i like hugging you and holding your hand, and almost tripping over your legs when you try to walk as fast as i do--" 

"hey," you protest.

peter laughs. "all of it. i love all of it." 

he's absolutely sure. he's brushing the self-doubt off of your shoulders and telling you that this shirt, this confidence doesn't fit right. 

but you've grown used to swimming in the fabric. 

"i just don't want to push myself at you all of the time. we're independent people, we can do independent things." 

"you know what i do when you're not here?" peter asks you, mock-serious. he's smiling because he's an idiot and because you are. but he's still three inches away from you. breath on the skin of your forehead. 

"homework?" 

peter looks up, thinking about it. "okay, yes. sometimes. but mostly i just sit around, trying to come up with excuses to call you." 

you frown. "you don't need an excuse to call me," you tell him. 

"neither do you," peter reiterates. "i don't think that spending time with you is an interruption," he laughs a little bit. "actually, if you wanted to interrupt me more when i'm doing homework..." 

you breathe again, trying to stifle the doubt.

"you don't have to apologize just because you asked me if i wanted to go to the store with you."

you nod against him, because, sure, you agree. 

but you won't meet his eyes. but peter could be lying, and he could be secretly annoyed with you right now. 

and there are cookies in the oven that are going to burn and you aren't sure if peter set a timer or not. 

"hey," he interrupts, making you look at him with a gentle push of your chin. "i'm not lying." 

you scowl. 

he laughs. "i can read your mind, you know." 

"no, you can't." 

"then how do i know that you're thinking about how much you want me to kiss you?" peter leans down, his breath a gentle lurking. like a pitter-patter of your heart. 

you smile almost against him. 

and then you close the distance, molding yourself to him in an instant. 

and he clarifies a million things. he tells you over and over again that you are worthy of something, if only him. he rewrites sonnets on your skin, leaving behind marks that won’t fade with time.

peter bruises your lips and swears that it’s all out of love. he’s gentle as he ruins your skin, soft and teasing as he dents the once soft curve of your neck.

he whispers words into your mouth and they echo back. he tells you that you won’t be able to escape that easily.

then he pulls back, smiling.  

"was i right?" 

you hum. "not sure. you might wanna try again." 

peter almost gets a laugh out before the oven beeps and interrupts both of you. 

you groan. 

*

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[thecontumacious]

Your writing is so good!! (*/ω＼*)

Can you maybe do a luxiem bois with a reader that's getting burnt out from work and the bois trying to help them? (*˙˘˙)♡

"Come, rest with me a while."

a/n: i told you guys i'd go a bit crazy with fics hehe ALSO ANON IM RLY SORRY I'M SO SO LATE IN DELIVERING THIS TO YOU

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl. 

quick disclaimer: i based all these burnouts on my own personal experiences as burnouts are different for everyone!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

man is hands on dropping everything upon noticing the tiniest of signs (´･ᴗ･ ` )

without much being said, vox is obviously no stranger to this and after centuries, he's pretty much already mastered the art of preventing the dreaded burn out

so when he sees you staring head on at your work, your fingers set on the side doing nothing, your gaze just a bit emptier than usual, he knows

"what's wrong, love? exhausted from work?" he coos, wrapping his arms around you from behind. vox immediately feels the strain on your shoulders, further indicating you were definitely close to your limit

if anything you already were

vox is one to just sit down and calm you down with words, coaxing you to take a mental break for yourself

it almost didn't matter if you were hungry or not

he's straight to the kitchen to cook something up for you

it could be a comfort food of yours, something of his or something completely new he's been wanting to try in a while

either way, you're eating all of his delicious foods

"but vox, i already ate though..."

"you don't want this food to go to waste now, do you?"

if you're the type to sit quiet during burnouts and rather not talk about the daunting mental block, vox is absolutely fine with it and would probably just stuff your mouth with his food

oh and his lips ;D

ah yes the sussy jokes and pickup lines

god pls have mercy(″ロ゛)

"my, my, if your lips are going to stay frowning like that, mind if i give it a smile with my own?"

"or would it better if i put them to better use?"

KAJHSJKSHASHSGJH?????

SUSSY SUSSY SUSSY

anyway 💀

if the day had been extremely cruel to you, your work piling over, the expectations ever so towering but your mind at a fucking dead end all until your sanity results to tears

"oh dear, shhh, shhh, sweet thing. come here," vox whispers, sitting next to you and bringing you immediately against his chest. "it's alright to let it out, my dear. cry as much as you want. but i'll stay here with you."

if this were me i'd be crying even harder yall 😭

slight mother instincts kicking in, he'll literally just baby you as you weep away your woes. it won't be super obvious but know that deep down, he cares so much about you

he'll just rock you back and forth wherever you are, stroking your hair gently while whispering things your heart needed right now

"all will pass, love. i promise it'll be alright."

"n-no it won't, vox..."

"really? what makes you think that?"

"j-just everything! look at me, i'm failing everything..."

"i'll be honest with you," he smiles, wiping a fallen tear. "i don't see that happening. to me, all i see is your body asking you to rest. it's telling you to take some time off."

"b-but--"

"trust me, dear," he leans down, bringing you closer against him as he placed a chaste kiss at the top of your head. "i believe you to be strong. but there will be times you need to take a break to make yourself even stronger next time. do you understand?"

once you've settled down, he's stuffing your face with more food (´ ω `♡)

no matter how long you're healing yourself, vox will always be there every step of the way. he's holding your hand, he's hugging you, he's kissing your tears away

and by the time you're back on your feet again, the light in your eyes a bright glow and your fire of passion burning through, vox will just proudly smile as you recount today's achievements

"vox, vox, look! i finally got it done! and the results for that other thing i'm doing came back positive!"

when he promised he will do anything to protect that beautiful smile of yours, he meant it with every fiber of his body.

he laughs, pulling you in to place a kiss on your lips, "well done, sweet thing. i knew you could do it."

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

i think it'd take a while for mysta to rly notice what was going on (despite being a detective yes)

initially, he thought you were just in a bad spot today. bad day? bad mood? one of those short term emotional breaks is all

but when he catches sight of you continuing to sigh in front of your work, groaning even more often and the many times your face lost its color from constant hopelessness

yes he notices

but he's actually hesitant to rly take action upon it

mysta is very used to seeing you be so positive and happy about things, telling him about your day, even if it was a terrible one

in short, he was used to seeing you smile

but even as one tiny joke didn't manage to bring that back on your face, mysta was extremely worried

was his joke funny? did it offend you more than it should've healed you?

he was nervous to talk you about it, afraid he'd take the wrong step

sooo i will have to ask you to be one opening up to him. at least tell him what's going on and what's been bother your mind to affect your moods like this(>_<)

mysta will appreciate you so much for doing that and once he understands what it is you're going through exactly, he'll definitely offer you all sorts of help

"burnout huh? they suck a lot," he sighs, taking your hand in his and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. he smiles, kissing it, "it's okay, babe. that means you just gotta take a break, right?"

"as simple as that sounds, mysta, i don't know if i can right now... work is piling all over me."

"huh, what assholes to be overworking you right?"

you snort a bit, shaking your head.

phase one: get them to smile at least a bit. complete.( ◡‿◡ *)

"okay, okay, listen," mysta scoots closer, squeezing your fingers on the way. "i just saw this new (anime/show) come out and a few episodes have been posted. so many people have been saying it's good. up to binge?"

that is his go to way of cheering you up

mysta will immediately try to make you forget what it is that is troubling you, preferably through some entertainment like games or movies.

if it goes back to bother you again, he's quick to make a joke about it in hopes you won't feel as intimidated by it

oh and he's more than glad to take you to the grocery store to pick up a whole new stash of snacks <3

tbh mysta is a big snackie so it's also an excuse to be munching on some lmao

"wait why are we getting ice cream again, mysta? don't we already have some at home?"

"uhhhitgrewlegsandranaway"

"to your stomach?"

"nooooooooo?"

phase two: get snacks and movie plans. complete.(ง ื▿ ื)ว

he will not care how many snacks and or movies it will take to bring you back again mentally. he's there to handle the remote on what you're watching for the rest of the night and he's the one getting up on his feet to grab more snacks

but as soon as mysta sees the tears fall out and you're breathing a lot heavier then before, he can't help but want to cry too

honestly he becomes a mess with you at this point

"hey, hey.. d-don't cry, i-i'm gonna cry too now.." he tries coaxing you, his eyes pricking. he held your shaky hands in hopes to find stability within himself

but yeah it doesn't rly work

"goddammit," he mumbles to himself, sniffling

serious time: he feels rly useless when he can only sit there and watch you cry, especially when he finds himself crying too

"babe, babe, look, it's gonna be okay, right?" he tries but it makes you cry even worse

you don't mean to make him feel even worse, honest!

so what's the solution now?

well... cry together until one of you calms down┐(~ー~;)┌

most times, you're the one calming down first so when you cease your weeping and see that mysta was upset as well, you're the one comforting him.

you know what they say: to cheer yourself up, cheer someone else up.

mysta will just look into your swollen red eyes with the biggest pout in the world, "i-i'm fine, i promise, babe."

you giggle, leaning in to kiss his cheeks. "why are we such a mess, mysta?"

"we're destined to be together is all."(//ω//)

and then it's back to movies and snacks until dawn

once you're back on your feet, laughing, smiling and scolding mysta for something he's done, he knows you're okay again

when you show him an achievement you've gotten, sparkles in your eyes, he'll just grin at you while patting your head, "good job, baby. you're so, so strong. i love you."

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

not immediately but the moment he starts talking to you and your responses are not like usual, he knows something is up

although not necessarily assuming it was burnout

you're always putting on a smile for him or at the very least giving him more extensive responses to his questions and comments

instead of those, he's only getting 'hm's

his metaphorical puppy ears and tails droop down

"honey? is everything okay?" luca asks you gently while frowning

if you're the type to push people away during these rather dark times, i'm gonna have to apologize on luca's behalf bcs he's the type to push you until he knows you're okay

of course it's not so forceful it's toxic

but just know that luca is genuinely worried about you and if he doesn't know what's up, he's afraid he'll step on a landmine

"honey please? just tell me how you're feeling. was it a bad day?"

to be honest though, with luca's natural adorable charm, it's sorta hard to look away without giving in to him (biased asf lmao)

however if you still aren't in the right place to be speaking, luca will just sigh and give you a kiss to the temple, smiling gently, "alright then. just find me if you're ready to talk okay? i'll always be here to listen."

BABYYYYY

˚‧º·(′̥̥̥ o ‵̥̥̥)‧º·˚

ahem

he'll be so happy once he sees you approach him, tugging on his sleeve although still a bit sad(╯_╰)

"yes, honey?" luca smiles, putting away his work

i mean bro come on doesn't his smile alone just give you relief?

your heart feels a bit lighter and then you start to spill everything, informing him that it was probably burnout from all the work you've been doing

"oh, honey, come here, come here," luca is the one coming to you tho

you happily receive him in your arms, wrapping yourself in the comforting scent of luca kaneshiro

he starts stroking your hair, rocking you back and forth while humming a soft tune

"how about we hang out for the rest of the day? i'll clear up my schedule, no problem!"

and as much as you insisted that you just wanted a sliver of his time, he's not listening to you anyway and requesting his secretary to clear up any meetings today

he also even went as far as tweeting that he'll be cancelling the stream if he hasn't already

dw, us lucubs are nice! >:3

luca is the type to try and make you forget about your burnout like mysta although a little bit more active

games, movies, a night out, cooking together if you haven't eaten

i think the one thing luca won't ever forget to mention to cheer you up (especially in these dire times) is skin care!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

he's not afraid to be seen with cute bunny hair band to put his long hair away and have cucumbers on his eyes 🥒

i mean why would he? he always feel so nice afterwards

can't a mafia boss clean himself up too(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

always ready with a stash of skincare, from face masks, hair masks, lip scrubs, undereye masks, waxing, nail care--i could go on tbh and luca would prob still have more

or if you'd like, luca is more than glad to be bring you to a spa to get yourself done but honestly, he likes doing it at home with you because he think it's more intimate ;)

"careful babe you're gonna get it all over my eyes!!"

"i heard smoothies from these ingredients make your skin feel good from the inside."

"i feel like painting my nails today... i still can't get the hang of painting my right hand tho... "

"ooohhh this one smells so nice, honey! come on come on let's do this one."

at the end of the night, luca will have you snuggled up against him watching a gentle movie

he'll also just brush away at your face, deciding to bring up your case of burnout now that your heart is in a much better place

"hey, about your burnout. i know it sucks being in this phase of your life right now but listen to me," then he'll cup your cheeks and squish them. "i know you well enough that something like this is just another obstacle. and even if you have trouble going through it, i'll kick its ass down with you. you hear me?"

you don't even remember about your burnout, knowing your (yellow) knight in shining armor is good on kicking some ass down with you

you clasp your hands onto luca's, leaning up to kiss his nose

he frowns, "but honey you missed..."

laughing, you try again. this time, properly.

luca giggles, "i love you."

and once you're back on your feet again, luca has never been more proud of you. he'll hug you tightly, spin you around in the air and probably invite you for a night out at your favorite restaurant

"I'M SOO PROUD OF YOU, BABYYYY! POGGGGGG!"（〜^∇^ )〜

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

notices immediately and already knows what to do

although not as experienced as vox, ike tends to keep himself busy a lot so he has no shortage of burnouts

he's tried different ways of healing himself, from the internet from asking people

it can be super hard going through these things alone, so when he sees you in this state, with symptoms he himself is so familiar with, his heart aches and he reaches out to you so that you don't have to go through the same thing he did often

safe to say that he'll be very serious about this⊂(▀¯▀⊂ )

sure, jokes can help from time to time but i think ike is the type to rly take things head on

ike knows you super well so he knows if you'd like some space right now, or if you need some company

if you feel more reserved and "to avoid" him, he knows to back off for the time being. but he doesn't just go back to his work until you've cooled off

ike wants you to know (although indirectly) that he's there for you still

so what he does is step out of the room and place a drink of your choice near you

"remember to hydrate yourself, okay?" he gently tells you

and when you thank him, giving him a small smile, ike touches your hand like he's asking for permission

if you don't react much, ike will just lean down and place kisses all over your face

to rly rly rly rly remind him that you're not alone, despite all your problems and flaws(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

when the day is very bad, your heart just wanting to break and your mind shattering to pieces from the emotional distress, ike would prefer to be with you rather than give you space

seems disrespectful of what you rly wanted at the time, but pls bear in mind that ike wants to make sure you're okay

it's not that he doesn't trust you either

he just... doesn't like it when you're hurting, alone especially

"please let me stay with you," ike will tell you when you push him away

don't tell me you have the heart to rly refuse this soft king :<

he'll just hold you without saying much, stroking your hair, wiping your tears, kissing them away at the right times

if you want to ramble and rant about everything, telling him how work rly sucks, how you've been failing everything and just being in a terrible mental state, ike doesn't mind either

he's definitely the listener type, absorbing in all of your words like a sponge

so it seems as though he always had the perfect words to say at times like these

i mean.

he's a novelist, he writes songs--

his philosophy is bound to be different from others. or at the very least, word the most common phrases in a way it seemed so original????

ಠ_ಠ

you can't tell me otherwise that he'll be singing to you to make you feel better :D

he's slightly shy about it (this cute bby istg) but once he comes to terms that he was doing this for you and to hopefully make you smile again, he'll start humming a song

something he liked, something you liked, something he was working on

it never fails to put your heart and mind at ease

ike eveland will sit, sing, hold you etc etc for hours on end if it meant seeing you stand back up again

seeing as he's super used to burnouts, i think he actual has some concrete ways of slowly getting you back up there

he totally understands if you're not ready yet, but the way he persuades you--

yeah, sometimes you wonder if it's a blessing or not to be dating ike eveland

i'm just kidding it's always a blessing†_(ﾟｰﾟ*)β

he'll even set aside his own work to help you do yours, even as simple as organizing your papers, cleaning up your soft files and all the mundane things your work has you do

you'd be lying if you said that wasn't such a big big help

and before you knew it, you're back to being productive in a lesser time than usual

when you show ike that you've cleared up your work list and or the results of your hard work, he feels more fulfilling knowing that you were saved from the spiraling misery of burnout

he pats your head, brings you onto his lap and presses a very passionate kiss to your lips

then you pull away to see his slightly teary eyes, "i'm so, so proud of you älskling."

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

would notice you acting differently, say like staring off into your laptop but doing nothing or sighing just a bit more than usual

shu would def start speculating something is going on and he tests his own theory out by talking to you

"hey there baby," he coos, his eyes sparkling

"mhm," and although you were smiling, shu could tell it was half hearted

yep, something's going on

unlike luca though, he'll be a lot gentler when coaxing you to tell him

he would like to use his spells to spill out of you but he knows super well that's not rly nice so he'll just keep on asking you without using any underhanded tricks

after the third time asking, he'll just sigh and cuddle you silently, holding your hand

"it's alright if you don't wanna tell me. just let me stay with you okay?"

his soothing voice and the way he pleaded a little bit was hard to refuse :<

but just know that shu doesn't want to leave you alone like this, even if he doesn't know for sure what it is you're going through

shu kinda already had a hunch that it might've been burnout but he wants to you tell him himself

after a while, you finally tell him what's going on and he's more than glad to open his arms for you if comfort is what you need

shu is also super calm and smiling throughout the entire thing

it's a trick he learned somewhere

when you're handling something (especially if it's stressful), if one person is smiling, other people just tend to calm down a lot more

you'd be lying if you said it hasn't worked out with him :3

anyway

i think is all about reassuring you mentally

he wants to rebuild you back again before he can move onto other things

so he wouldn't immediately try to distract you from the stress

to him, it's important you recognize what you're feeling and learn how to face it head on instead of running away from it first (ofc this doesn't apply to everyone, you do you readers^^)

"take a deep breath for me."

"clear your head first and focus on my voice, okay? close your eyes if you need to."

he has the habit of pressing between your eyebrows if it furrows so it's just a super cute way to remind you that you should relax

٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

after you're calm, shu will simply smile at you and start telling you about your past achievements, about all the good things about you, about how strong you are and basically the wonderful being you were born as ٩(◕‿◕)۶

but if you're feel more broken apart this time and you can't help but tear up, shu will admittedly freeze up first

this was the one thing shu was so afraid of happening, exactly why he wanted to reassure you mentally first

he'll be at a loss of words on what to do next, he himself not knowing what to do

seeing you cry breaks his heart okay

but shu yamino is a keeper of his words so if he said that he's gonna protect your smile, he will do exactly that even if it daunted him

he'll cup your cheeks so that you're focused on him and you can see he's trying to maintain a strong smile for you despite the tears

shu will just kiss away your tears, each one getting longer every time

BRO THIS AGAIN WOULD MAKE ME CRY EVEN MORE ;-;;;;

after you've calmed down, shu will finally kiss you on the lips and say, "there you are. hi."

he'll then bring you into his embrace, so tightly against him as if he was afraid that you'd actually disappear from him, that something would take you away from him

something not even his jujutsu magic could do

"it's all gonna be okay. i'm right here to go through it with you," he whispers, rubbing your back.

"b-but--"

"when have i ever gone back on my word, babe?"

that he was correct about

you just sigh and melt into him, snuggling into his chest

and for the rest of the day, it really is healing time for both you and him

you're not allowed to be touching anymore work by shu (not directly but by unwilling to let you go hsakjshk) so you have the time to rly just relax and save yourself from further destruction

and as for shu?

it becomes a reminder for him that he should take care of you more often

not in a way that you can't handle yourself

but the fact that he couldn't prevent you from getting these burnouts in the first place, maybe he should've stopped you from working too much

then you suddenly touch his face

shu looks up at you

you're smiling now

"there you are. hi, shu."

he can't help but tear up and cry at the same time, leaning into your hands

it's definitely the little things with you and shu

and once you've picked yourself up again with the sorcerer's help, you're back to laughing and making corny jokes with him, you're in a way reminding shu that he's saved you all over again

"shu, shu, look! i got rly good feedbacks on these!"

ah, that glimmer in your eyes...

he leans in and places a kiss on your temple, "good job, cutie."

Masterlist!

[royalsweetteaa]

Please please PLEASE give us a universe where CE characters ignore the safe word and continue😈😈😈 I'm going down with this dark version all the way straight to hell😈😈😈

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - the following contains: Dark themes, non-con/dub-con, ignoring safe word.

Steve Rogers

Steve will use his kindness to mask his crime of ignoring your safe word, ultimately breaking your consent with passion. “Don’t be distressed, love. It will be over soon, just give yourself to me this once…” He will use techniques to put you off edge, ultimately reaching both of you to orgasm. Once he’s done, he will pull you to him to show comfort as some guilt settles in him, but only a little.

His response when you confront about it:

“You trust me to make the right choices, right? I took it upon myself to end our session gracefully. Stopping intercourse just like that isn’t healthy for either of us.” He will convincingly state as a fact, just like any of his other decision makings.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom will straight up ignore the safe word, and will only say something if you keep chanting it to the point where it’s the only thing that comes out of your mouth. “Shut the fuck up and take it, darling. I’m not stopping for shit.” He will spit, as he is out of patience and gets easily annoyed when his pleasure is threatened to be put to an end.

His response when you confront about it:

“I have my needs, kitten. You can’t just tell me to stop by using a silly word.” He would put it simply, using his glare to scare you off into arguing further.

Johnny Storm

Johnny dismisses your safe word immediately with a shaking head, not willing to stop when his sex drive is so high. “Uh-uh, m’not stopping, baby. I need to cum first…” He will only stop when he releases as he is very self absorbent that way.

His response when you confront about it:

Johnny will claim he abided to your safe word, but in a different way. “Babe, I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I? I stopped after I came. It’s kind of your fault for getting me in the mood too. We men can’t help it once it’s in.” He will excuse it humorously, as if it’s common sense.

Andy Barber

“Shhh…nothing’s wrong honey, you’re fine. Take what I give you like the good whore you are. That’s it, no need to make a fuss for daddy.” He will coo and hush you until you give up using the safe word and try bearing it. He will deny your feelings and manipulate you into thinking nothings wrong so he can eventually reach his peak and give yours.

His response when you confront about it:

Andy will gaslight you into thinking it didn’t even happen the way you experienced it. “Sweetie, it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Don’t be over dramatic.” He will repeat the same thing over and over again until it’s in your head and you’re convinced.

Ari Levinson

Ari takes it as a new learning lesson for you when he learns your limitation as you say the safe word. He now knows what’s putting you on edge, and he will make you get used to it, using that excuse to continue. “Sugar, you’re going to have to learn and take what I give you, or else it won’t do.”

His response when you confront about it:

Ari will abuse your kindness and make you feel guilty for not being into his ways of enjoying sex, which includes everything that has to do with roughness to it. “It’s a bit cruel not to please your man the way he likes it, don’t you think? I always take care of you the way you like it, so the least you can do is get used to the way I like to have sex. How else will we have a good sex life?”

Jake Jensen

Jake picks up on the safe word right away as you say it, but it goes from one ear to another and he can’t find himself to put your needs first when he is feeling so euphoric. “N-No..not now, - I-I can’t, I’m so close…so, so close, - shit!” He physically looses control as he slams his final thrusts into you, finally releasing his load, his awaited climax.

His response when you confront about it:

He will apologize for not stopping, but the apology becomes less sincere when he blames it for his lack of self control. “I’m sorry, I just…I was right there and I couldn’t help myself! You can’t blame me when your pussy feels that amazing.”

A/N: That concludes the dark version of how they would respond to the safe word. >>

NON-DARK VERSION: (LINK)

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated!

[shelbgrey]

Whatever it takes(Clint barton)

Paring: Clint Barton x reader

Summary: clint barton and his wife are in charge of the soul stone. Only one will be able to return home.

"three groups, six stones" Steve stated. I stood next to my husband Clint kinda zoned out. I was scared shit-less to say the least I looked over to my brother Scott and slightly smiled. He simply smiled and gave me a reassuring smile.

"you'll bring that back in one piece, right?" Rocket said to Clint bring me back to reality. I looked down at the raccoon. He had his arms crossed eyeing Clint as he held on to Peter Quil's ship. I knew it was important to Rocket. "we'll take care of it Rocket" I said softly. Clint looked over to my and grabbed my hand. He gave it quick squeeze as Bruce started up the time machine.

"see you all in a minute" I smiled.

"take care of my sister Clint" Scott said pointing at the two of us. "we'll be fine Bugs"

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We climbed up the mountain as dust and snow flew everywhere. The closer up we got the colder and heaver the snow fell on our shoulders. When we made it the top the place was diserted. It was quite and and dark clouds surounded the top. "clin-" I whispered but he cut me off. "shhh" he said pulling out one of his arrows.

"Clint and (y/n) Barton" a voice said. Clint quickly took his place in front of me and loaded his bow. I quickly pulled out my sword.

The figure came into view. He was floating and was covered in a black clok and hood. "I am keeper of the soul stone"

"oh good just tell us where it is and we'll be on our way" I spoke trying to sound stern.

"to retrieve the stone you must give up the thing you love most." the keeper said. "a soul for a soul"

I sat on the rock taking the little information we were given. Clint was placing back and forth and giving of sarcastic remarks to the keeper.

"maybe this is just all a load of shit... Maybe he just lying" he spoke kneeling In front of me and placed his hand on my knee. I shook my head.

"I don't think so... when Thanos left this place he left with the stone but not his daughter... It's not a coincidence" I said standing up. "whatever it take.. Remember?"

"yeah.. Whatever it takes" he mumbled refusing to make eye contact.

"if we don't get that stone millions of people stay dead" I spoke looking into his eyes. Clint looked down at me with misty eyes. Then nodded. "then I guess we both know who's it's gotta be"

I nodded and took Clint's hand intertwining out fingers. "I guess we do" I whispered and squeezed his hand tightly and looked down at his black wedding ring. Clint then tilted his head to the side making eye contact. "I'm being to think we're think off different people here... Little bird" he said using the Nickname he gave me long ago and it was the first I've heard it in five years. It was a comfort and It reminded me of all I'm fighting for.

"the last five years.... Actually all my life I've been trying to fix things from back when I was stealing things with my brother to now.. Now we have a chance to bring everyone back." I told him. And he shook his head.

"don't get all decent on me now"

"I'm trying to save your life you idjit" I said placing my hands on his chest trying to push him away. "well I don't want you too... How's that" he spoke.

"if I do this you can have the chance to live the life you always wanted" I said my voice cracking. I felt my heart race and the fear of him getting in my way increased.

"the life I always wanted is with you!" he slightly shouted as a tears started to pool in his eyes "and if anyone is getting home to our daughter it's gonna be you"

"Clint please..." I cried. "let me be the hero you think I am"

Clint sighed and placed his hand on my cheek. "your a real pain in my ass you know that" he joked. "you love me for it" I chuckled but It ended with a quiet sob.

My smile was cut short by him placing a soft kiss to my lips. "okay" he whispered against my lips. He kissed my lips one more time then pulled away fully.

"alright you win"

Clint quickly moved closer and slammed me to the ground stopping me from going anywhere. "tell our daughter I love her" he said and started to run towards the edge of the cliff. Before he could get to far and grabbed his ankles and pushed him to his back. I quickly stood up and looked at him on last time. "tell her your self...and take care of her" I quickly turned to were the edge of the mountain was and started running. I soon fell to the ground again by one of his stupid exploding arrows.

As being to stand up I watched Clint jump and actually get over the edge. "no!" I quickly ran after him and grabbed his hand to try and pull him up but I was pulled down too. Our fall was cut short by one of his grappling hook arrows and held on to me for dear life. "hang on baby... Please just hang on" he sobbed as he tried to figure out how to get me back up safely. I did as I was told and held on.

"Clint.." I spoke softly. Clint quickly shook his head and kept trying to pull me up to his body. "Damnit hang on-"

"Clint" I spoke again. "no, please no I can't loose you" he cried looking down at me and refusing to let go. "Clint it's okay... It's okay" I said giving him my best smiled.

"I Love You Hawk, never forget that" I said. Placed my boots on the side of the mountain and pushed off making Clint loose his grip of me. "no!" was the last thing I heard before the feeling of falling consumed me before things went black.

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(Clint's pov)

"did we do it? Did it work?" Scott asked excited. "(n/n) we did it!" her voice didn't respond. Scott looked around and his smile fade as he watched me stomp of the time machine with tears running down my eyes.

"Clint where's (y/n)? Where's my sister" Scott asked. I only squeezed my eyes shut and fell to my knees. Nat quickly wrapped her arm around my shoulder and hugged me tight.

"Damnit!" Scott shouted and threw his helmet a crossed the room.

I didn't say much the rest of the day. We ended up at the dock of the compound. I had my back to everyone else muffling out there conversation I till Tony's question made me perk up.

"Scott, did you and (y/n) have any other family?" Scott didn't answer so Steve butted in. "yeah us"

"what are you doing?" Thor asked coming up behind Tony. "I just asked a question" Tony whispered and looked over to me.

"yeah, no your acting like she's dead, why are we acting like she dead?" Thor asked Tony and Steve.

"we have the stones right? As long as we have the stones Cap, we can bring her back" Thor said more frantically and started to break down himself. The two weren't very close but you could tell Thor did very much care about (y/n). They all did.

She was like the rock of the team and always put us before herself. She loved every single one of us and always made sure we were okay rather it be eating a proper meal, getting enough sleep, or being patched up and healthy after a mission. She wore her heart on her sleeve and the heart of gold she had was one of many reasons I fell in love with her.

"we can't bring her back" I whispered for the first time. The Team looked at me and tears slowly fell down my cheek. I clintched my fist roughly and eyed my black wedding ring she picked out for me. "what?" Thor mumbled.

"it can't be undone" I repeated and looked at Natasha. Nat looked down and crossed her arms.

"look I'm sorry, no offense but your a very earthy being" Thor said. I really did want to punch him. All the anger, sorrow, and guilt that was all jamed packed inside of me was fighting to get out. "we are talking about space magic" Thor started up again. "and 'cant' seems to be a little definitive don't you think?"

"yeah look I know I'm way out of my pay rate here but she isn't here, is she?" I said getting angry. "that's my point" Thor mumbled and refused to look at me.

"it. Can't. Be. Undone!" I said more stern. "or at least that's what the big red floating guy had to say. Maybe you want to go talk to him" I shouted. "yeah go grab your hammer and you go fly over there and you go talk to him" I shouted trying to control my tears. "Clint.." Natasha whispered and put her hand on my shoulder.

"God Damnit it was supposed to be me!" I shouted and crumbled to the ground and fell on my butt. "she sacrificed her self for that fucking stone, she put her life on it!" this time I herd Bruce snap. Bruce picked up the bench he was next to and snapped it in half and threw it across the lake. Bruce and her were best friends. They looked out for each other and had the same friendship I had with Nat.

"how am I supposed to tell (daughter's name)? How can I tell her that her mom's not coming home" I cried as Nat wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.

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(your pov)

My body jolted awake and air was was running smoothly through my body. My throat felt like it was on fire and my body aced. When I tried to set up I noticed I couldn't go anywhere. I was trapped in endless darkness.

"help!" I shouted which only made my throat feel worse. My voice scratched and squeaked as I started banging on the box I was in. I threw one more punch and heard the wood from the box creek. I decided to start pushing and as I did sharp pieces of dirt and grave fell on my face and into my eyes.

"come on-" I was cut off my the lid opening and a pile of dirt covered me drowning me.

I closed my eyes and used me nails and the little straight I had to pull me up to were there was light. My body felt like it was being pulled through a taffy puller as I clawed at the brown and green grass and dirt from the land I was trying to get on top of. When I successfully made it out I slammed my self on the nature filled area. The sun blazed down at me and my back started get soaked from the dirt and wet grass I was laying on.

When heart beat finally got to a normal pace and I started to breath regular I rolled over and sat on my knees. And looked around. All I saw was browns and greens. I was out in the middle of a forest and in the middle nowhere. It was hot and wet around were I was at and it felt like the sun just made its life goal to annoy me.

As I stood up my knees wobbled and my lungs heaved as I got cought in a coughing fit. I walked down the empty road clenching my chest as walked to nowhere in particular. I didn't know where I was out or even how to get back home. It seemed I didn't know anything and my memory was very fuzzy from the last time I was with Clint and the team

I sighed in relief when I saw a run down gas station. There was no one there and it looked deserted but I could care less if it had water and food I'm happy. I worked up the strength I had and sprinted to the front door. I frantically knocked on the door but no one responded. "hello?" I said my voice getting horse again. I sighed and wrapped my hand on my flannel and broke the glass window that was in the door. I took my hand out of my shirt and reached through the hole I made and unlocked the door. I slowly walked in. It was quite the only sound was heard was the soft humming of the fridges and the small cracking of glass being crushed under my Converse covered feet.

I sighed and rushed to the fridge that kept all the water bottles. Quickly grabbed one and practically broke the lid taking it off. The first one was luke warm but it was gone in seconds. I pressed my back against the fridge and slowly slid down it drinking the next one a little slower than the first one. I let out a breath and tilted my head back feeling the water and sweat drip off my face. Getting tired of the sticky feeling I slowly walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I quickly cought the drops of water in my flannel and wiped my face.

I slowly stood up straight and carefully peaked through the material afraid to see how bad I look. I uncovered my face fully and studied myself. My face was thinner and the blue hair diy was fully faded and my hair was its original brown. I looked thinner and weaker than the last time I looked in the mirror. I tilted my head to the side and noticed something red peaking under the sleeve of my shirt. I quickly pulled the fabric up and saw a red burn the shape of a hand print. I sighed and checked the other the shoulder. I saw the same thing. I pulled my sleeve down left the bathroom and walked into the main area of the station.

as I started to munch on a bag of chips I noticed the news paper that was slightly crumbled. I read the date and gasped. "I've been gone for 8 months?" I whispered to myself. 'I needed to get home' I thought. I looked over to the cash register and sighed feeling guilty as I opened it and pocketed most of the change and took at least five of each dollar bill. I sighed and quickly went out side looking for a pay phone.

When I found it I practically ran into the door trying to get to the phone as fast as possible. I quickly dialed scott's phone. "come on Bugs"

"hello?" he answered. His voice sounded horse and broken.

"Scott, its me" I quickly said and looked out the window of the phone booth being aware of my surroundings.

"who's me?" he said sounding a little frustrated.

"Scott it's (y/n)" I said and the line went dead. I quickly dialed again. "okay who is this really because I don't find this funny" he spoke his voice getting lower and angrier.

"Scott I promise it's me"

"don't call this number again" he said and hung up. "Damnit Scott!" I growled before slamming the phone back in its place. I hit my forehead on the wall of the booth a couple of time then noticed a old car. I quickly got out of the small box and ran to the vehicle. It was an old dented vw beatle. I quickly hot wired it and got it started. I praised God and started to race down the empty dirt road.

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After hours of driving the roads and streets started to get familiar. I sighed in relief as the familiar building and skyscrapers came into view. I thanked God as sped the car up and raced to my brother's house. When parked a block away and started to walk down the neighborhood. When I finally made to Scott's front door I noticed it was too quiet there wasn't any children's laughter to fill my ears, there wasn't any play dates with Cassie and who ever friend she had over it was completely silent..

I started to frantically knocking on the door till it opened reveling Hope. Her eyes bugged out and she covered her mouth. "good to see ya hope.. is Scott home?" I slightly smiled. She quickly snapped herself out of her gaze and opened the door more. "he's at the compound" she said leaning on the door Fram. "you want a ride over?" she asked. I shook my head no. "I got a car..

Kinda had to got back to me and Scott's old ways" I slightly chuckled. Hope softly smiled and nodded.

"we missed you... Scott isn't the same with out his partner in crime" she smiled. "how's (daughter's name) and Cassie?" I asked.

"there both over at the compound" hope answered. I nodded "I probably should head down there but I don't know how they'll handle it"

Hope didn't answer only rapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. "I missed you" I hugged her back and rested my head on her shoulder. "good luck with them" she nodded and slightly teared up.

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"I got it" I heard Peter yell then foot steps coming closer to the door. When he finally opened it he had the same reaction as hope only more emotions filled his eyes. "hay kid" I smiled. "who's at the door" I heard Tony's voice in the distance. I chuckled and wanted to cry myself. Just the sound of his voice made me happy. Tony then came into view showing how much he changed. The side of his face was slightly scared and his arm was wrapped up in the cast of some sort that looked like it came from his suit. He immediately started to cry and pushed Peter out of the way. He trapped me in bone crushing hug. He was one of my best friends and was like big brother/father to me. He pulled me away and held my face in his hands.

"are you real? Am I dreaming?" I laughed. "I'm really here Tones." he quickly pulled me back to his chest and chuckled. "I missed you" he whispered.

"I'll go find Mr. Barton and (daughter's name)" I heard Peter say and he disappeared. I pulled away from Tony.

"how's (daughter's name)?" Tony smiled. "what's can I say she's just like her mom"

"growing up too fast." Tony added as he closed the door after letting me into the building. Tony lead me into the main room were we all used to hang out and have our weekly movie nights or parties. In the corner of my eyes I noticed Peter returning and (daughter's name) was in his arms.

"momma!" she shouted and jumped out of his arms And ran to me as fast as she could. I immediately knelt down and had my arms out wide. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and held on to me. "I missed you momma"

"I missed you to baby bird." I said tearing up a bit. She grown up so much. He hair was longer and she was bit taller but still had the same adorable baby face she had the last time we were together.

"(y/n)?" I hear a deep voice say I turn round with (daughter's name) at my hip as I held on to her. It was Clint he looked tired and run down but was still handsome as ever. He still had the sparkle and cockyness in his Icy blue eyes. "hay hawk" I set our daughter down gently.

"oh my God" he ran up to me and held me face in his hands. "I'm I dreaming?" he said tearing up. I shook my head as tears started to roll down my cheeks.

"I'm here baby, I'm here" I said placing my hands on his chest. "I'm home" he slammed his lips to mine and kissed me passionately and held in to my waist holding me tight like he was afraid I'll disappear again. "I thought I lost you forever" he mumbled against my lips.

"your not getting ride of me that easy" I gigged running my fingers through his short hair. "your never dying for me again.. Okay?" he said lifting my chin up with this fingers so I would look him in the eyes. "I can't promise anything" I smirked.

"your a pain in my ass" he smirked back.

"and you love me for it" he only nodded and placed a kiss on my forehead. As he pulled away(daughter's name) came running at the both of us making Clint pick her up. He did and held her on his hip. (daughter's name) pulled on the collar of my flannel pulling me closer to her and Clint. "got my two favorite girls back" he said putting his hand on the back of me neck pulling me to him. He pressed his forehead to mine as our daughter put one of her small arms around me and other on Clint hugging us both.

Clint got his happy ending after all. Home is were the heart is they say but if you ask him he'd say as long as he had his little girl and me he's home.

[themultifandomgal]

Sister Shelby- War

Trigger Warning- talk about poor mental health, PTSD, depression and anxiety

This one was a request over on wattpad 😊

The war changed everyone. I volunteered to be a nurse while my brothers were soldiers. I had no idea where they were stationed at the time. Although I wasn't in the frontline that didn't matter because we were bombed. I remember seeing many soldiers and nurses loose their lives that day, I was one of the lucky ones, if you could call me that.

When we returned home my kind caring brothers who used to hug me became stern and hard faced. Arthur drinks all the time, Tommy uses drugs, John uses girls, me? well I'm more of  a suffer in silence type. I barley sleep anymore because every time I try to sleep I can hear the bombs, see the blood, the bodies of my friends lying on the floor.

Last night was no different, I lay in bed tossing and turning, every time I closed my eyes I was back there, so I gave up in the end. I'm now sat in our private room at the Garrison cradling a drink in my hand

"Bloody hell YN you look rough" Isaiah says walking through the door and noticing how tired I probably look

"Thanks Isaiah right back at you" i grumpily say then realise that it was probably a little rude "sorry, just tired. Haven't been sleeping very well"

"Getting a little to much action 'ave ya" Isaiah comments laughing earning an eye roll from me

"Obviously not, you think my brothers would let anyone in the house?"

"She's right" Arthur sips his drink.

As the night goes on I begin to get more tired and anxious about being out so late. Arthur and John have also become very rowdy and began banging on the tables making me flinch

"You know what I think I'm just gonna head home" I shakily take in a breath knowing that even if I go home to sleep, I won't sleep. I hear my older brother grunt in response

"Get a drink down ya, that'll help"

"Drinking doesn't solve all of your problems Arthur" I yell, my tiredness really getting to me

"Woah it was just a suggestion" he holds up his hands in defence. I get up and leave my nearly full drink on the table and walk out of the pub.

I lean on the wall outside taking in deep breaths

"Now what are you doing out here in the cold aye?" I look up to see Tommy frowning at me with a cigarette in his mouth "I noticed you flinching earlier so come on tell me what's going on"

"I don't want to burden you with anything"

"YN I'm your older brother, come on I'll take you home then you can tell me what's been going on.

The walk home from the pub was quiet, Tommy puffing on his cigarette with his hands in his pockets. As always people move out of the way for us, not wanting to piss off a Shelby. Arriving at the house Tommy and I walk through the door and into the kitchen

"Sit down" he orders, I sigh in response putting my head in my hands. Again it's silent until a hot cup of tea is placed in front of me and Tommy sits opposite "come on tell me what's been going on" my eyes start to tear up

"Before we went away, things were so simple Tom. I was able to walk around without worrying about being shot or a bloody bomb going off" Tommys face changes for a brief second, also probably thinking the same as me "at night I hear them" I say in almost a whisper "the bombs. I remember seeing men come in with no limbs, sometimes I'd assist taking their limbs. One soldier was screaming telling me that his legs were on fire and begging me to amputate... they had already been blown off Tom. For 4 years I dealt with the shit of war and now we're home I'm reliving every moment. When I hear something loud my heart races and it's like I'm back there helping the soldiers and moving them to the huts. I can't sleep at night and it's only making things worse... I just want to feel normal again Tom I hate it" I now let the tears flow and for the first time in about 5 years Tommy pulls me into a hug making me cry even more

"Shhh, shhh I know I know. The wars fucked all of us up in one way or another. I didn't think how this could have effected the nurses and doctors that saved us and treated us. I'm going to help you through this, it won't be easy but I'm here for you so are your other brothers, Ada and poll. You'll be ok YN. You need a good sleep"

"I can't Tommy I can't sleep" I cry into his chest

"I'll be right by you, you don't have anything to worry about, I'll watch over you I promise"

"Thank you Tom" I sniffle.

That night Tommy kept his promise and I actually manage to sleep through the night. Tommy talked to my other brothers and aunt Polly and we have all agreed to help one of another. Hopefully things will now start to look up with the help of my brothers by my side.

[p-antomime]

KIKI IT'S SUMMMERRRRR, and I am passing by my haikyuu phase since I read your piece with dilf!sakusa, I'm finishing already the S4 of it and also reading the mangá, can I ask you for something with summer & hinata? I love this babyboy so much :(( don't feel pressured to do it tho

of course you can ask for something with shoyo and summer!!1!1 this is my daydream of writing for brazil!hinata coming true

hmmmm. summer! means that hinata can go to the beaches in rio de janeiro with his girlfriend, since it's hard for the two of you to have schedules that aren't full during the rest of the year.

so hinata comes to you with the idea: "why don't we go to the beach? we can spend the day there!" and you immediately look at him in disbelief before answering: "it's Friday, Shoyo, nobody goes to the beach on a weekday!"

and he opens a huge grin, "Well... now someone's going and it's you and me, c'mon!" — and you couldn't even stop him, hinata has the stamina of a good volleyball player and managed to grab almost everything from sunglasses to sunscreen and cap and hat and stuff it all into a big bag before you even thought of stopping him.

then you go to the beach and even meet some people in bathing suits on the way, but in general the part that hinata chose to stay at was not so crowded and you could enjoy some peace until the sun got too hot and you asked if shoyo could rub some sunscreen on your shoulders and back.

he promptly got it right as: 1. hinata never passes up the chance to touch you, he loves to feel your skin and 2. he'd never be able to deny you something when you were looking at him with that face of someone who really needed something. his intention wasn't to end up taking this to the path of lewd intentions, but it was impossible not to do it when you sat almost on his lap and pulled your bikini strap down a little so he could rub sunscreen on your shoulders with one hand while the other held you still.

shoyo unwittingly pushed his hips too hard against your ass and you could feel his growing boner; the shame surging through your body like an electric shock and making you feel your cheeks heat up.

"shoyo, we—," you were going to start to speak, but hinata would immediately make a little 'shhh' and interrupt you by whispering, "I'm just rubbing sunscreen on you, remember?"

and indeed he was. but he was also grinding his hips against your ass and the soft skin of your thighs, making the bulge between his legs more evident and his breath that beat against your neck quicken and tickle your skin.

slowly, you could feel the bottom of the inferior part of your bikini getting wet. first it was a timid wet mark, then your folds began to cling against it and your clit to throb begging for some attention from his fingers, his mouth, anything from hinata, who was too busy pushing his covered dick against your thighs as if he wanted to fuck them.

"mind if I—ngh, if I pull it to the side and—," he couldn't finish the sentence because you were already pulling one hand of his to between your legs and letting him feel your pulsing clit.

"just the tip, shoyo" — even though you had whispered it, you both knew he wasn't going to be able to put just the tip in, even though at first he had tried very hard when he put his dick in front of your dripping pussy and could feel you trying to pull it in.

you were as desperate as he was, but the primary difference between you was: he admits it, you don't.

and since shoyo had already finished pushing himself in, what difference would it make if he came inside?

— haikyuu m.list.

[lokisprettygirl]

The Possession (Sequel to Mystery of Laufey Manor)

Read chapter 1 here // Read MOLM here

Chapter 2

Summary : Loki is here to win you over again but it won't be so easy this time around as a ghost from your past is threatning to disrupt your paradise

You opened the shop and you both got inside. You looked at him and he looked so different even though dressed the same way, you were still not used to seeing him like this and there was a new addition to his changed look as well.

"I like the beard" you giggled and you saw him blushing, it wasn't hard to miss that shade on his pale cheeks

"I see ..You don't like it" he nodded and you chuckled

"I would help you shave it if you want" 

"You would?" He smirked and you looked away

"..so what brings you here sir" you got behind the counter and he looked around, the shop looked the same minus the spices. 

"My wife actually, she is here, she is pretty cross with me, so I came here to win her affections back" 

"Hmmm well I hope you are successful in your mission" you were trying so hard to not smile but he kept staring deeply into your soul, he might have a new shiny face that everyone would fall in love with but those eyes are what got you hooked to him the first time, and his smell, and his voice. Oh dear lord. You're mad at him, you had to chant it in your head over and over again

He placed his arms on the counter and then raised one of them to ask for your hand, you looked at him, his hand and then at him again, then you eagerly gave him your hand, so he kissed on the back of it 

"I'm so happy to see you my lady" 

"I'm happy too, my lord, though I wasn't expecting to see you, I thought you were supposed to be here on 5th" 

"I was but I'm here now" he didn't goad that he came here for you, he wasn't using words to charm you this time, he wanted his sincerity to win you over, he needed you to see that he truly wanted to win your heart back and he didn't want to hurt you anymore or make fake promises.

"So where are you staying?" You asked him as you pulled your hand away from him, and he smiled at you 

"A hotel for now but I was wondering if I could rent your apartment my darling" you looked at him curiously

"What about Steve?" 

"That's why I want to live there, I need to talk to him" you walked in front of the counter as he said that

"It's dangerous, I can't let you do that loki" he sighed and suddenly he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer slowly, very slowly. Why did he have to smell so good all the time? You looked up at him as you bumped into his chest, he then slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and his face went between the crook of your neck. You got yourself up on your tippy toes and hooked your arms around his neck so you could hug him back. You were both pressed against each other so tightly it instantly made you feel safe and warm, you have missed holding him like this.

"Pull away darling if you don't want me to hug you..I have just missed your warmth, I couldn't hold myself back from embracing you" 

"Shhh loki..baby ..just sshh" he smiled as you tried to pull him in closer, if it was even possible to do so "I have missed this too" Your lips trailed softly over his neck and he sighed or hummed you couldn't figure it out. When you finally pulled away you took two steps back, you had to or you'd end up kissing him, hell you'd end up fucking him right here in this shop 

"Stay with me darling, we don't have to sleep together, we can stay in the living room, I'll pull the mattress out and you can take the sofa, I can not risk your safety knowing that creep is haunting you now" you nodded in agreement as he said that

"Is he haunting me? How would I get rid of him? Is it even possible? Like what will we have to do ? Exorcism?" 

You huffed and he linked his fingers with yours to calm you down 

"I don't know, but I'll figure it out okay?" You nodded and gave him a small smile.

When the supply of spices got delivered, He took his coat off and undid his waistcoat, then he rolled his sleeves up so he could help you fill them into the jars. You had all the jars labeled already and you both just had to fill it, everytime he got confused about a certain spice he'd ask you to take a whiff 

"That's nutmeg powder" 

"Okay this one?" He brought another wrapper up to your nose and you sniffed on it

"Cumin" 

"You're like some sort of spice wizard aren't you?" you chuckled as he said that. 

"So you travelled all the way here to help me fill the spice jars?" 

"I'd help you fill whatever you need me to fill darling" you looked at him and he looked at you, then you both started giggling in unison 

"I like this side of yours"

"What side?" He tilted his head in confusion and his brows furrowed, now that you could see his face, you started to notice how adorable he was with his facial gestures. You knew he had them before as well but most of the time you just couldn't see it because of the mask.

"You know the funny side, it's adorable" 

"Is it better than me trying to seduce you all the time?" 

"Well I enjoyed it when you..umm when you seduced me" his eyes bored straight into your soul as you said that. There's the look in his eyes  that has always enchanted you, the look that makes you want to do anything for him.

"I may have to up my game again then" he winked at you and he picked the jars from the counter to place them on the shelf. 

"Hah I'd like to see you try because I'm stronger now, I know all your seduction tricks " he turned his head to look at you, you picked the other two jars and walked to the other shelf 

"Oh sweet thing, you shouldn't have said that, what you have done now" his deep husky voice made you want to jump, his bones. Why were you riling him up knowing very well that you were supposed to be upset with him? You felt him walk right behind you then he placed his arms on the shelf, trapping you between his hot warm chiseled body and the shelf,

"You know all my tricks now huh?" He whispered softly then he placed a kiss on your neck and then your earlobe, it made you bite on your lips involuntarily

"Yessss" your voice came out raspier than you intended for it to be, he brought his right hand down from the shelf and trailed his fingers over the side of your thigh, riding your dress up and down with every flick of his fingers

"Then why are you trembling darling, I'm not even doing anything" you gasped as he pulled you closer to him, your back pressed against his chest and you put your head down on his shoulder, you have been in this position before and you have enjoyed it thoroughly. 

"I'm..notttt trembling" you mumbled proudly but your voice betrayed you. Your body isn't even yours anymore to control, it belongs to him and he knows that, that's why you had to leave, that's why you had to make you both suffer so you could get a sense of control back and you weren't going to let him win so easily this time. You turned around and looked up at him, your fingers played with the seam of his zipper, he took a shuddering breath in as you grabbed his waist, turned him around and pressed him against the shelf. Then you looked up at him innocently while your hand rubbed against his now hardening bulge. His mouth opened and closed as if to say something and then he smiled at you

"You're playing with the fire darling, and you know you'll burn, but that's exactly what you crave ..isn't it?" He whispered as he grabbed your hands and stopped your movements then he brought your hand up to kiss your fingertips one by one.

"Maybe, or maybe I'll burn you instead" 

"I'll take whatever you give me wifey" his lips were so close, you wanted to kiss him but you knew where that would lead and you didn't think you were ready for it. 

"Anything?" 

"Everything" You cursed mentally as he said that then you ran to the storage room to calm yourself down. He smiled and took a deep breath, took every ounce of self control for him to stop himself from fucking you right against that shelf. After a few minutes you came out, he was filling the rest of the jars so you started doing the same.

"We need to set boundaries" you mumbled, you couldn't even meet his eyes, you didn't want to, it made you want to fuck him

"Definitely, we definitely should set those boundaries" 

"So umm no sexual touches until I say so" 

"Okay darling". 

"You're okay with it right?' 

"Have I ever touched you without your consent?" 

"No..that's not what I ..thank you..we need to discuss a lot of things before we lose ourselves again" he nodded as you said that "also less fire puns" he chuckled and grabbed your hands in his  

"Anything you want to know or discuss, if something you want to know of my past, just ask me darling, I'm here to make things better between us, to build your trust in me again" your eyes teared up as he said that, you could see that he was being sincere but then that's how you saw him before as well

"Thank you, I appreciate that and I'm happy you came here to work things out,..I..I didn't want to lose you forever even though I thought our relationship ended..I couldn't.." he pulled you in for a hug again as soon as he heard your voice breaking. He has hurt you and scared you with his foolishness but he'd make you happy again, you're his wife and he'd give his life up for you if he had to.

"I won't let us end that way, I'm not willing to lose you now or forever. I married you, I vowed to protect you and I failed but you have bestowed this second chance upon me and I won't allow it to wither. Just need to know whether I still have your heart or not, you want me to fight for us right darling?" His eyes teared up so you hugged him. You want to fight for this too but you have went through this life changing experience and it's not easy to move on from that

"You have all of me lo..I'm just so scared of being hurt again..I used to not care before, I followed my heart and it..." 

'I know I know..I know..I'll make it better, I'll make it better, I'm sorry darling I'm sorry" he kissed your forehead again and again until you stopped sobbing then he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him

"I love you my sweet sweet wifey" you smiled at the gentle feathery tone of his voice. He does love you, you don't doubt that

"I love you too hubby" 

It felt good talking to him about your fears and him willing to give you your space, you both loved each other and you both knew that, but after the things you have been through, the foundation of your relationship has cracked and you needed to fill in those gaps. And you had a bigger problem waiting for you back at your apartment.

After calling it a day, he took you to the hotel to grab his luggage and then you took him to a diner for dinner. The waitress kept gawking at him shamelessly even though he had his wedding band on his finger. So that's what you'd have to deal with from now on too? He was a very handsome man, he has always been, you found him so handsome and sexy even with the mask on and scarred face, but other people always felt wary of him. The only time you felt threatened was when you found out about Laura and when he discussed his other wives but now you noticed every other woman looking at him and it made you jealous, so jealous.

When you both reached the apartment, you helped him get the mattress out in the living room,

"I see you're limping more than normal, why is that?" You asked him and he sighed

"Jet lagged darling, my right knee gets strained when stuck in a sitting position for too long" you furrowed your brows as he said that, you went to the kitchen and he saw you come back with a vial in your hand

"Sit down on the sofa please" he gave you a small smile and did what you asked him to instantly, then you sat down on the mattress .You rolled his pants up to his knees 

"Clove oil contains eugenol, it's a natural anesthetic, it'll help, my dad used to rub clove oil on our gums whenever we got toothaches and he'd massage my mom's legs with it when she got cramps" he looked at you in awe as he found a genuine smile on your face 

"Your parents had a lovely relationship, no wonder you're so loving" you smiled and rubbed the oil on his right knee, you could see the way his knee cap seemed protruded because of the fracture. If Victoria wasn't dead, you'd kill her yourself. He sighed in relief as you massaged the sore tendon around his joints

"Does it feel okay?" You asked him so he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss your forehead

"Where have you been all my life, my spice wizard?" you giggled 

"Right here" you spent good twenty minutes rubbing the oil over his knee, you were not joking about it being an anesthetic, he felt the numbing relief from deep within.

You placed a soft kiss on his knees after you were done, the small innocent gestures always managed to swell his heart. Why did he hurt you so badly? He was so close to losing you forever and now that fate has given him another chance, he won't squander it. He lied down on the mattress and you slept on the couch. 

"Good night lo, I'm so glad you came, I was so scared that night when I saw him" 

"I can imagine darling, I'm here now, I won't let him harm you alright? Get your sleep now, have to get your shop running by Monday " 

He interlocked his hand with yours so you won't feel scared, his comforting touch did make you fall asleep, you didn't even need a pill, but in the middle of the night you woke up to a scratching sound coming from your bedroom

"Lokiii do you hear that?" 

"From five minutes now yes" your heart started racing, it was as if someone was scratching on the back of your bedroom door from the inside. Scratch scratch scratch, it kept coming, you quickly moved down on the mattress so he sat up and pulled you in his arms 

"It's him lo, it's Steve"  your voice trembled as you spoke, 

"Stay here okay" he tried to get up but you stopped him 

"No no ..no loki what if he hurts you" you pleaded him to not go but he convinced you that he'd be fine

"I have been through worse darling, remember what I told you? They feed on your fear, if we will sit here being scared of him he'd only grow more powerful"

"I'm coming with you then" you grabbed his hand and as soon as you both headed closer to the door the noise stopped. Loki twisted the door knob and it was completely dark in there .. he placed his hand on the side of the wall to turn the lights on. You both stepped inside the bedroom and nothing seemed out of the order, but you both heard the noise very clearly. 

"He's trying to scare us," Loki said but you didn't respond. When he looked at you he found you frozen on your spot as you continued to stare at the back of the door. There was a message scratched on the back door, that's what he was doing 

"She's mine, all mine"

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[trueshellz]

Like a Virgin Event for @cupcake-rogue

Warnings: virgin!reader, dirty talk, oral (f recieving), threesome, fingering, size kink, mfm threesome, vaginal sex, female reader

Summary: A stupid confession ended up with you sandwiched between your two best friends...

Best friends helped each other.

"I'm a virgin."

Your eyes widened as Bokuto sputtered and choked on his drink, reaching over to pat his back as he coughed and coughed. His face turning a shade of pink of exertion, you watched the tears stream down his face from discomfort. Akaashi on the other hand had stilled, almost as if he was still buffering and processing what you had said. The drink in his hand held halfway to his mouth, hovering in the air as he blinked a few times.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys. No really. Thanks."

"How?!"

Lung function recovered, you watched as Bokuto flapped his arms around in confusion. His hair, which was due for a trim, bouncing along with him as he half screamed the bar down.

"Bokuto-"

"No, Akaashi... seriously, how?!"

"What do you mean? Virgin as in not had sex. Duh. Both of you are grown men."

A loud sigh came from your right, Akaashi.exe had apparently also recovered from the shock.

"I think what Bokuto is trying to say is that he doesn't understand how you're still a virgin when you should have men lining up."

"Yes! That!"

Shrugging, you downed another shot before playing with the napkin on your table, shredding it into small pieces before rolling them up into balls and flicking them at Bokuto. Truth be told, no one had ever interested you in that way and to make it worse, these two had ruined men for you. They were the perfect yin and yang, one a crazy himbo who was the epitome of a man-child, full of love and cheeriness while the other was quiet and caring, choosing to show his affection through gestures instead. You had met them in high school, being in the same year as Akaashi and often paired with him meant you often had Bokuto crash your study sessions. While you didn't see each other regularly, with Bokuto travelling and Akaashi busy with his comics, you would all meet up every month when schedules allowed it, going out for a meal or drinks to catch up.

"Shall we hire someone for you?"

"What? No, Kou. I do not need you to hire me a prostitute, thank you."

"But-"

"Keiji, don't."

"I was about to say, what if we took your virginity."

Now it was your turn to stop, sure Akaashi's words had reached your ears but that's where they stopped. You could see Bokuto nodding on your left, his thumbs up as he congratulated Akaashi on his 'perfect plan'. Akaashi's hand waving in front of your face to grab your attention as he spoke about how they would make your first experience something to remember, you didn't need to worry about the awkwardness and they would never hurt you in any way.

This is how you found yourself, legs spread open on the bed as Akaashi kissed your neck and hands running up and down your rib cage. Bokuto had closed the door, pulling off his top exposing the hard muscles of his back. You were used to them topless around you, he had always been in good shape since his school and you watched as he filled out over the years; shoulders broadening and arms bulking up. Akaashi was leaner but still had the definition Bokuto did, tapered waist and thay v-line that drive girls crazy when he would jump for the ball. But the vision of his back shifting as he moved to put it on the side, the way his abs flexed, rippling as he climbed onto the bed and settled himself between your spread legs was completely different. His hands holding your ankles as he kissed up your bare leg, flipping up your skirt to expose your underwear. The quick movement made you gasp, shifting to close your legs with a whine.

"Kou-"

"Shhh, love. It's ok. Let Bokuto do this, he'll make you feel good. Make you scream so pretty. Open those legs for me ok?"

You heard Bokuto chuckle too, warm hands running up and down your calves as he tugged your underwear down to expose your bare pussy. Akaashi's lips found your pulse point in your neck, kissing it softly as Bokuto mimicked it on your thighs. His lips travelling until he could kiss your mound, you felt his thumbs open you up slowly, felt the slickness and heard the wet noise as he licked from your hole to your clit in one movement. Akaashi's hands moved up your stomach, pulling up your t-shirt until your bra was exposed. The cups pulled down so he could pinch and pull your nipples into stiff peaks, your back arching as Bokuto pushed his tongue inside you.

"Nngh... wait. Oh God. Guys, it's too much."

"You taste so good, puppy. Could bury myself between your thighs all day. Akaashi must be so jealous right now. He's been imagining how you taste since high school."

He yelped as Akaashi whacked him your head turning around in shock as his words sank in.

High school?

"Keiji... I-"

One mouth descending back on your clit while the other met your lips, hand cupping your jaw gently as he tilted your head and opened your jaw for him. You could feel the hard length of his dick in the small of your back, warm hands holding your legs open as Bokuto licked and sucked at your folds.

"Be a good girl and let us do this ok? Keep those legs open or I'll have to punish you, love."

You could feel your juices dripping down the crack of your ass, Bokuto's hands cupping the flesh of your thighs as he lifted you towards his hungry tongue. You could see his hips move slowly as he ground himself on the bed, felt his groans run through your body when his fingers pushed inside you. The stretch unpleasant but not painful, Akaashi distracted you by cupping your breasts and thumbs rubbing your nipples while he kissed your harder. His tongue playing with yours, swallowing your moans as your rubbed against him like a cat in heat.

"Let me taste you, love. Touch yourself and feed it to me."

"Huh?"

Holding your wrist, he pushed it to your apex of your thighs and ran your fingers through the wetness there. Gathering it on your fingers until they were sticky and shiny before bringing them to his mouth and wrapping his lips around it, tongue swirling around your fingers lewdly. You could feel the tug in you pussy, making you moan and your clit throb. The feeling almost too quick as you fluttered around Bokuto's fingers, orgasm washing over you as your back arched, Akaashi whispering in your ear.

"Good girl. You came so pretty, love."

"Squeezing my fingers tight too, puppy. Can't wait to get my dick inside you too. Gonna stretch you open nice and wide."

Bokyto grinned from between your legs, his words making your clench around his fingers again. You watched his wipe his chin, the wetness smearing across his face as he licked his fingers and hummed when your essence burst over his tongue. The outline of his thick cock against his jeans, it looked huge and you whimpered when imagining it splitting you open. His hand working to undo his belt, unbuttoning his fly as he tugged his boxers under his heavy balls. His cock was wide and thick, flushed head turned upward a little and weeping precum. His hand wrapped around it and you watched as he fisted it a few times, using your slick as lube to ease the way.

"Imagine Bokuto stretching you open, love. See how big he is. It'll feel so good. Bet you're gonna feel so full stuffed with his thick dick."

"You not gonna fuck me, Keiji?"

"I'm not as thick as Bokuto, but I'm longer than he is so you'll feel my dick right up in your stomach." You felt him lean in and growl in your ear. "I'm gonna pound your pussy so good, you'll feel me in your throat."

Bokuto settled himself between your legs, fingers working your clit and smirking when your breath hitched and legs twitched from stimulation. Curling two fingers inside you, brushing them against a spot inside you thay made your back arch and fingers curl in Akaashi's thigh. Pulling his fingers free, Bokuto tugged you lower and pressed your legs further back into Akaashu's arms leaving you open and exposed. You watched him dribble onto your wet pussy, long line from his mouth to your winking hole before smearing it with his dick.

"You gonna let me fill you up with my cum, princess? I'm clean. Akaashi is too."

You nodded, hands drawing marks down his thighs as he shuffled closer and pressed the head of his dick into you. Your mouth opened on a silent scream as he pushed in, body moving around him to accommodate his fat cock in your virgin hole. You heard Akaashi shushing you, fingers reaching down to rub your clit as Bokuto's hands cupped your breasts in his warm hands.

"It's ok, love. Shhhh. Almost done. It'll feel good in a minute. I promise."

Nodding your head, small tears creeping into your eyes as Bokuto drew back and pushed in further. The stretch morphing into a pressure as you took more of him in, the distraction of fingers on your clit confusing you the feeling of good and painful.

The calloused fingers on your nipples tweaking them.

Mouth on your neck, biting and sucking the skin there.

Hands hooked under your legs keeping you open.

You were completely surrounded by the smell and feeling of them. Both of them working in sync to bring you to the heights of pleasure, you could hear your body squelch around Bokuto's dick. Akaashi was holding you in place so he could see your body swallowing him, fingers keeping your pussy open to watch his best friend move in and out. The movements slowly at first, you could feel the way the head his dick caught your sensitive hole, then faster until he was grinning at your gasps. It was pure bliss now, his hips moving in and out until you felt him twitch and groan above you, falling forward so he could kiss you long and sweet as he filled you up.

"Squeezing me so tight, puppy, I couldn't hold back."

Moving you around so you were kneeling over Akaashi, Bokuto behind you now as he kissed and kneaded your breasts as his cum slipped out of your pussy and onto the bed. You watched Akaashi fist his own dick, it was longer that Bokuto and not as thick. The head flushed a pretty pink and hair trimmed at the base, skin moving with his hand as he dragged the tip through the mess of fluids leaking out of you. You reached down to rub the tip and collect the fluid there before licking the ends of your fingers, salty essence erupting over your tastebuds. Akaashi's eyes staring at you, eyes full of heat and want as he shuffled down and pressed himself inside you, eased by Bokuto's cum from earlier.

"Akaashi has been dying to fuck you for years, puppy. I've watched this guy lose his shit everytime you went on a date."

You couldn't help but giggle, imagining your stoic and serious best friend pace his apartment in worry. The thought interrupted when his pushed himself inside you to the hilt, a loud gasp leaving your mouth and making you fall forward onto his chest. Bokuto's chest behind you, fingers rubbing your clit and his best friend's cock filled you up so much that he was kissing your cervix.

"Wait.... oh fuck. It's too deep. Oh my god."

The last word a sob, Bokuto's deep voice a chuckle in your ear as he held your thighs open. Using his strength to lift you up and push you down, moving you on Akaashi's dick as your hands scrambled for purchase on his chest. Dark eyes meeting yours as he zeroed in on your expression, you couldn't imagine what you looked like right now. His hands moving down to thumb your clit as you were handled like a puppet.

"Does Akaashi feel good, puppy? You're probably all open from earlier huh? Bet he's deeper than I was though. Think you can cum for us? Hmm. Bet you'd make Akaashi so happy if you creamed his dick."

Shaking your head, you mumbled a 'no' even though you felt the familiar twinge and pulsing in your pussy. Akaashi's hard length pressing against your g-spot accompanied with the simultaneous pressure on your clit and nipples was enough to make you drop your head back and cum. Both men chuckling at your small gasp as pleasure flooded your system and made your body turn to putty. The movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own orgasm, his balls slapping heavy against your ass with each grunt. Bokuto using your body to make his best friend cum fill you up and mark you with his load.

Best friends helped each other out, right?

Right?

That's what you kept telling yourself over and over again.