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sleepyrighter · 1 year

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HIIIIII!!!! Im new here and i would like feedback on this bkdk fic that I’m writing:))))) and i would just want some pointers or hopefully to find someone who would edit/help me write this story. PLEASE I NNED HELP i want to put it on ao3

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A scream was heard throughout the kingdom- scratch that, more like a holler was heard. “Get out!!”, the voice sent shivers down people's spines. Everyone in town ran to see the commotion, knowing the possessor of the ear-splitting screech, but not the reason.

When the people of the town got close enough to the castle, they could see The Mad Prince, Izuku- No one dared to say that to him, but that is the name he garnered over the years.

Anyways, the prince could be seen throwing a peculiar looking man with red and white hair, out of the castle doors. It was strange because royalty or people of high status only colored their hair, and on rare occasions some people were born with it, like izuku.

Someone had recognized the man as Prince Todoroki and yelled his name asking him what he was doing there?, and that is when Izuku turned and stated in a very loud voice “ This Prince-“ laced with disgust as if he was going to throw up any moment .” Has tried to defile me in undesirable ways!’’ Many scrunched up their faces and some gasped, they had thought the man was a goner! Then the prince started again while Todoroki was being restrained by guards, it had begun to rain and the ground the town’s people were stepping in started to soften. many, including Todoroki only had a simple tunic on. Izuku's hair began to soak as the rest of the people.

“ I had refused his advances many times and he wouldn’t give up” Izuku yelled venom lacing his words as if he wanted the man's head. The detained prince tried to object, but a hard slap stopped his words in his tracks. Multiple townsfolk shrieked while holding their faces as if they got hit. Then Izuku continued, his eyes apparent with rage “ this man won't ever step foot in this kingdom… and if he does the next time you’d see him is BURNING AT A STAKE” he yelled convulsively shaking, eyes bulging out of his eyes, lightning striking multiple times behind the castle as if he were in a movie.

Finally losing his temper- not that he was holding it to begin with. He had motioned to the guards to take the red and white haired prince to his home kingdom, and began to walk away until he heard a cry.

“ I'm sorry!… please don’t do this- i thought you l-loved me!” Todoroki sobbed roughly, terrified of the consequences of his actions. It was so pitiful, Izuku chuckled under his breath, bringing his hand up to stop himself. He turned his neck showing the side of his face. “ I don’t recall ever saying that? Hmm..” he said in a mockingly innocent manner, putting his index finger to his chin and arching his eyebrow as if he was trying to remember. Slyly smiling as he turned his head walking away, water squelching as he walked. You could hear Todoroki gasp for air as if he couldn’t believe what he heard. His eyes widened in betrayal

The guards took the pervert away, metal stomping against the water making tiny splashes. He cried and begged Izuku but the green prince wouldn’t look back. He shut the castle door and Todoroki choked realizing that he was royally fucked. The people of the town eyed Todoroki as if he were a monster, even though izuku was crazy he was sweet to the people and they’d go to war for him. One person went so far and threw dirt at the perverse prince as the guards dragged him away. The whole time he kept thrashing and screaming to break free but it was no use. The guards threw him in the carriage and they took him away

“ YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!! YOU FUCKING PSYCHO” was the last thing anyone heard of the pervert while the drove him away, the murder laced in his voice was terrifying enough but the look on his face was worse the rage in his eyes, his grinding against each other and the dried tears on his face. Everyone had an eerie feeling about him, its like they knew he’d be back.

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A breathy exhale out his nose, Izuku flops on the sofa in his room. Mentally exhausted, he curls up shivering, breath quickening, shoulders shaking. Fisting his hair roughly, trying to stabilize his emotions. His chest collapses inward, tears form while his lips quiver. Why me ?!….why is it always me?…why can't I be loved- a painful sob broke his thoughts. Izuku didn’t want to be bitter, he didn’t want people to fear him, he knows he is loved bye the people but they’re scared, he can't show too much vulnerability he’ll seem weak. Hitting his hands against his head,gasping for air sobs becoming violent, no one saw him. No one will ever see him, if they get too close- “no no no no” he muttered , shaking his head , tears and snot rushing to the side of his face. He would never let anyone get close.

He sat there and cried for a while, when he calmed down he took his fancy looking tunic off and went into his bathroom, stopping to look at himself. Looking at his deep green curls, the messed up glitter on his face, his red nose and puffed up eyes. The dried tears on face and the smeared light pink lipstick on his face, he looked real, he didn’t look all made up and perfect. He breathed in and exhaled deeply and smiled softly, lips barely curling and walked into his shower feeling new.

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Laughter could be heard loud and thunderous throughout the red castles “ That’s fucking hilarious!! “ Prince Katsuki cackled, talking to his best man in his dressing room, “yeah dude! He was shaking!” His red haired friend exclaimed. “ he really slapped the fucker…, whew! I didn’t think greenie had it in him” Katsuki said wiping tears from his eyes from laughing too much, he always hated Todoroki so getting his ass handed to him really boosted his mood. “ What?! Izuku is feared by A LOT of kingdoms!” Kirishima said, in emphasizing ‘A lot’ as if this was common knowledge. Katsuki gave him a quizzed face wondering if they were talking about the same person,he opened his mouth but before he could inquire some people came in and told him it was time for him to walk down the aisle.

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He sighed softly and looked at his bride,uncertain but in love he smiled. He knew he had some infatuation with her. She had looked as beautiful as a flower in a lonesome desert, no one could compare to her beauty he thought. He felt like he was moving in slow motion but he just wanted to get to her, that’s all he wanted, that’s all he ever wanted. In the corner of his eye he spotted Izuku, and his breath caught woah.. he thought but shook his thoughts. He had scared himself and he started to doubt his thoughts , then he looked at his bride and all of his worries washed away.

When he got to her-his love, his eyes widened and softened he grabbed her hands and held them and looked in her eyes. The priest said whatever he said- Katsuki wasn’t listening he kept thinking about izuku, it quizzed him but he snapped to reality. “ Speak now or forever hold your peace” the priest said, those words would forever scar him. “ I love you!!! Please don’t marry him!” A voice yelled from out of he audience. Katsukis heart sank his eyes moving erratically, he looked at his bride and back at the crowd, he let go harshly let got of her hands, his throat contracting “ what?” His voice broke nose flaring, he kept looking in her eyes hoping he could get anything, but she couldn’t even look him in the eyes. He backed away, he felt lost, all the time they’ve spent, all the ‘I love yous’ was for nothing.. his eyes burned and he started to breath as if he was out of breathe shaking his head, he couldn’t believe what he heard, his ears were ringing and heart was beating loudly, he looked at the girl her head was down and she was wincing like she was expecting to get hit, he didn’t even yell. He ran, he ran as fast as he could out of the castle. Turning corridors, running through halls he pushed the door open, feeling the sun hit his face. He cried, broke down on his knees holding his chest.

” Hey” a soft voice said. A calming hand was placed on Katsukis back rubbing circles , the voice began to speak again but stopped, running was heard from inside etching closer to the door. “ Be ok” the voice said quietly but reassuringly, then the hand returned to its owner and the person walked away. Katsuki looked up for the first time and saw a blurry silhouette with green hair moving away, “ ill try” katsuki whispered, and the silhouette stopped as if he heard him then continued to walk away. Kirishima came out the door and shook katsuki asking him if he was okay. Katsuki kept looking at Izuku everything was slow he didn’t take his eyes off of him. Izuku got in his carriage and finally looked back at katsuki, nodding at him and softly smiling while the horses started to trot. Katsukis eyes widened a little, his heart was beating fast and he merely nodded back. Eyes following the carriage as it drove away.

“ KATSUKI!” The red haired boy yelled in his ear, snapping him out of his trance. “ WHAT” katsuki yelled back “ are you ok?!!” Kirishima worried, katsuki wobbly sighed and looked in the air “ I will be”. “ I guess that’s enough for right now” kirishima said calmly plopping him self next to Katsuki nudging his shoulder, “ yeah” katsuki breathed

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“ YOU DID WHAT??!!” Shinsou spat his tea, “ what it just felt right!!I felt bad?” He exclaimed confused, curling his shoulders and moving back hiding by his tea. “ its not a bad thing it’s just…. Unlike you??” Shinsou gestured his hands side to side like he was trying to feel his answer looking confused. Izuku frowned, unlike me ? He thought “ what do you mean ?? You think I’m mean??!” Izuku worried, shinsou looked up at him confused but hurried his answer” NO- no no ! I’m saying that you don’t talk to people like him” shinsou tensed his shoulders up and looked to the side, tilting his head in the same direction. Like him?? Izuku quizzed “ People like him?” Izuku questioned, Shinsou looked alarmed

, he looked in izukus eyes as if he were joking. When he realized he was not he sighed “ izuku… darling, people like Katsuki are..well… aggressive and we shouldn’t associate with them” he said condescendingly, taking his hand and looking at him like a child, as if he couldn’t understand. That made Izuku uncomfortable and ticked off but he couldn’t say it so he just agreed and switched the conversation, ‘darling’ put a bad taste in his mouth.

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Izuku got a letter, he sat down at his study lighting a candle while drinking some tea. He opened the letter, it read,

Hi, this is katsuki, I just wanted to say thank you I guess for that.

Izuku smiled, he didn’t think his words would stick with katsuki, but he continued.

We are having a get together tomorrow night, with a few of the kingdom's princesses and princes.

I would like to invite you-

Izuku choked on his tea. He's inviting me!!!?? He thought coughing.

I think you’re cool enough to come or whatever

Izuku could tell that part was written fast because it was all sloppy. Was he embarrassed? Izuku chuckled

Anyways you don’t have to write back just show up or don’t whatever I don’t care.

He cared

The location is by creek in the forest at the border between The heart kingdom and yours, the time is preferably late, around 10, wear something you wouldn’t mind getting wet.

Bye.

Izuku already had a an idea what he was going to wear, he was excited. He knew he couldn’t tell Shinsou about this.

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Katsuki felt like shit but he really wanted to go to the little thing he had planned, it had been maybe two weeks since the whole incident and it wasn’t so popular anymore, and he’s been coping. He still thought about her and he’d call her name forgetting that she wasn’t there , but it was ok.

He got off the bed groaning, walking in the bathroom he saw his reflection in the mirror, he looked….interesting. That’s what we are going to call him, he groaned and got in the shower, hissing as the hot water hit his back, he turned his head and swore he saw her but it wasn’t real, he’s been seeing her from time to time but its only glimpses and he was painfully reminded that she wasn’t there, and that shed ran off with someone else.

Katsuki picked up a black shirt and put it on, flexing his muscles to fit in it. It was a little tight but that’s how he liked it. He had also put on some white knee high shorts, and a slide type shoe. He'd almost walked out but he had put a coat like item on so he wouldn’t be exposed, he walked outside getting in his carriage and left.

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It was probably like 10:40 and Katsuki was sure izuku wasn’t coming, he was a little disappointed but it’s whatever.

“Damn suki he stood you up” said the infamous ‘Pink Princess’ chuckling while she nudged his shoulder. Katsuki grunted while rolling his eyes “ stop with the ‘suki’ shit… and he didn’t “stand me up” I told him he could come if he wanted too” he replied with quotations while looking at his friends messing around the fire while drinking idiots he snorted.

“Yeah whatever” she said joining them before Katsuki could retort, “ asshole!” He yelled.

He sat there drinking for a while and then he heard a snap of a twig, he almost dropped his drink and it startled him, when he turned around he saw him.

Izuku was wearing a deep teal chemise with a medium length train in the back, it had greenish blue and green streaks in it. His pants were black and tight, like a stretchy material? His hair oh..- his hair was so curly t the curls were perfectly placed, some out of his face and some in front. He was so shiny and his face looked glittery, in the moonlight he shined like the moon was there to spotlight him.

“Woah,” Katsuki murmured out loud, his eyes widened and his lips parted.”Excuse me?” Izuku chuckled, pulling his hand up to cover his face, Katsuki coughed “ nothing, sorry um hey.” Izuku was amused. “ Hi!, Im izuku if you can't tell” he said smiling, it was just silent. Izuku looked at Katsuki, he just looked dumbstruck. He could see the bags under his eyes. He must've had some rough nights. Izuku thought sadly, the silence got uncomfortable so he waved his hand in front of his face “ are you ok?” Izuku asked, he started getting worried.

“ Huh?..yeah! I'm ok..” Katsuki said, regaining his consciousness. “O…k?” Izuku said eyeing him. “ um.. they’re drinking over there if you want to join them” Katsuki said nonchalantly, it shocked Izuku because he totally switched his tone and attitude. “ hm?… I think I’ll stick with you, I mean it was soo nice for you to invite me ” Izuku said in a faux innocent voice looking up at Katsuki. Katsukis eyes widened for a little, he cleared his throat “ Ok… but, be careful Izuku i might be a little too much for you ” he said whispering raspy in Izuku's ear, and then backing away. Izuku gulped and cleared his throat, it was like Katsuki beat him at his own game. “ I can handle anything, “ he suggested. Katsuki didn’t respond, he just chuckled.

As the night progressed, izuku got hold of some wine or something he really didn’t know. It just made him really woozy. The other princes and princesses had joined them, it was The Heart Prince Kirishima and The Light Prince Kamanari, The Pink Princess from The kingdom of lust and a few others.

They were laughing around but izuku swore he heard a sort of ‘whisper’ it was calling him all night , he excused himself from the group and started to follow the voice.

“ Come here” it whispered , izuku turned and looked but he didn’t see anybody. Pushing through branches and bushes he continued into the forest.

“In here silly” the voice giggled, izuku looked around more and saw a light he tripped over too it “H-hello” Izuku hiccuped. He saw there was an opening, before he could go in an arm pulled him back. He whipped his head to see katsuki, “ what the fuck are you doing out here?” Katsuki said Izuku was going to answer but he was cut off.

“Come in and you’ll see” the voice purred

Izuku gave Katsuki a look saying, "Does that answer your question’.

“Are you coming?” The voice was getting inpatient

“ lets go” Izuku whispered gesturing to the cave, Katsuki thought he was stupid” it’s dangerous, no idiot” Katsuki hissed , izuku rolled his eyes and forced his arm out of his grip and ran in the cave “ scaredy cat” izuku whisper-yelled. Katsuki of course ran after him but then stopped after seeing a large orb glowing with an array of colors. Izuku stood in front it mesmerized.

“ like what you see?” The voice chuckled,” i can give you power wouldn’t you like that?”

Katsukis hand tightened and inhaled walking to the orb where izuku was

“ what do you mean?”katsuki spat replying to the thing

“ just touch me and see” the voice moaned with excitement

“What’s the catch?” Katsuki questioned, he was super sketched and izuku was just staring.

‘ ughhhhh you’re so boring, you’re not going to make this easy are you?” The voice sighed

“ no I’m not sorry I don’t touch random fucking orbs in caves” Katsuki said sarcastically.

“Ok, well sorry for this then” the voice said plainly , before Katsuki could say anything “ what?-"Izuku said before the orb got bigger and touched them instead.

The pair jumped back holding their arms.

The voice cackled “ look down”

Everything went so fast

The pair looked down, everything was glowing they looked at their arms , it was a stripe of light going up their arms. Katsukis was orange and Izukus was green, but Katsukis stripes ruptured into other lines like explosions?. He looked up at izuku and saw his were like lightning strikes in his arm reaching his neck, izuku looked at him “ I’m sorry” barely even whispering he looked as if he was going to cry.

Katsuki wasn’t going to go out like this, his anger built up and charged at the orb, thinking he could do some damage. Izuku followed him trying to stop but it was too late, Katsuki jumped on it and izuku was still grabbing him.

“This is going to be soooooo gooooood” the voice exclaimed laughing

They both got blasted back, landing on their back. Convulsing violently, feeling like they were being electrocuted, izuku grabbed Katsukis arm trying to withstand the pain

By this time they’re whole body had streaks of light. It looked cool but didn’t feel cool.

Izuku had started to holler, the pain was too much too bare, he patted his hand around to find something sharp. His hand met a rock, he grabbed and tried to plunge it into himself. But Katsuki had stopped him.

“We…can..do..this” Katsuki groaned, he was not going to give up on life. “ I’m…sorry,“ izuku said lightly. tears running down both of their faces” Be ok…” Katsuki whispered.

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“Sir, are you ok” a voice said, Izuku shot up, his eyes widened. “Woah! Calm down, you're ok,” the other man exclaimed, trying to get Izuku to lay down.” What happened !!? Where’s Katsuki? “ Izuku said practically screaming. The man had covered his ear, wincing at the screech, “ he’s just in the other room, I was told the other kingdoms princes and princess found you in a cave laying next to Katsuki….with throw up everywhere” the man said, lightly gagging at the thought of being covered in throw up.

“Oh…” izuku said looking down at his arm, there were little marks all across his arms. It wasn’t a dream izuku thought I DIDN'T DIE!? Eyes wide.

“I have to go to the restroom” Izuku announced, trying to get up but immediately falling after.” Woah, you can’t just get up like that sir you haven’t been up for two months” the man exclaimed running to the side of the bed to help him up. Izuku choked two months,

“ What?” Izuku rasped, the man sighed “ he woke up the other day, do you wish to go to the bathroom?’’. It took a while for the prince to respond.”… yes, i would” he said, collecting himself, giving the man a sheepish smile.

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bbybaku · 3 years

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cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki

yes i know its july.

1.8 k words

slow burn but there is smut

warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion

your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.

you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.

the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it.

but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”

you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.

“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.

“what? we always-“ you asked

“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said

you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.

you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.

“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.

“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.

“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.

you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it.

week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.

you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?

you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes

the movies you had made together.

the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.

he looked pale.

you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.

“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”

you gulped “oh okay”

you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.

the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.

you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.

and he left.

it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did.

you texted him to hang out.

the two of you got coffee then made out in the car.

his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch.

shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?”

you sighed “im sorry i just-”

he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”

his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got when he was irritated. and he knew it.

“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw.

“do you want to be like that?” he talked down to you with a smirk.

“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift.

you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be.

the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating.

he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside.

“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly.

he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs”

the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it.

he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open.

you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat.

shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability.

he loved having you at his mercy.

he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs.

“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.

and just like that he dove right in.

he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him.

his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.

“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.

he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit.

you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp.

he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling.

he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache.

he blew cold air on your exposed heat.

you cried out.

and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level.

he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered

“please” you whispered

“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing. i said to beg like the whore you are.”

you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.”

“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance.

he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.

his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles.

you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache.

he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds.

your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release.

“please i - can i please” you whined.

shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening

the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth.

he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?”

and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit.

his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud.

you were crying at the pleasure.

his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you.

your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.

you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.

you could feel him smiling on you.

shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.

he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you.

if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator.

your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out.

your lower body convulsing.

tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.”

“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed

shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh.

“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could.

“no” he said sweetly.

your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked.

you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences.

the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator.

with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up.

despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony.

“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths.

refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants.

he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground.

“well what if we” you started.

“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”

“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.

“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped

“why?" you whinned

he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed.

“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”

"um i-”

you went to speak but no words came out.

shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex”

“oh” you said feeling yourself blush

he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”

he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine”

“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck.

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angelplummie · 3 years

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RIGHT.

LEV X READER

cw:heavy angst, insecurity, unrequited love, depression behaviours (??), swearing

a/n:me ignoring my requests to do a vent fic 😃😃😃 sorry bout that guys LMAO i will get to it i swear.

You stare blankly at your phone screen. On it a text from Lev that reads:

Y/N ISHSJSJSSJHS I ASKED HER OUT SHE SAID YES WERE ACTUALLY DATING

It was like a stone was dropped in your stomach. You feel like your going to throw up, or scream, or die. You just can’t deal with this. Your knees hit the ground and you curl over them, wrapping your arms around your stomach as you convulse in sobs, jerking every now and then. You rock back and forth, crying and crying and crying.

He doesn’t like you. You knew it all along, but now it’s true. It isn’t an insecurity, it’s fact. Why would he anyway? You sob harder.

Another text.

y/n???

You draw in a shaky breath and reach for your phone. You can barely see the screen through your tears, puffy eyes and pounding headache. What do you say? Something generic will do.

OMG DUDE IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU OML

Yeah, that will do. At least you have time to think about how you would act around him. At least you won’t have to hear about another girl for a bit.

I’m such a fucking idiot

You mutter it over and over again through grizzling sobs.

I’m so fucking stupid.

What did you think would happen? Why did you hold on? What gave you even the slightest bit of hope? Head pressed against the carpet, you close your eyes. You love Lev, you truly love him. But no matter what you do, he sees you as a friend. A close one, maybe, but a friend none the less.

How could you bear this? The churning in your stomach is excruciating, you can hardly breathe, you can’t move, you’re exhausted. You just want to pass out, be unconscious for some few precious hours before realising once again that he will never be yours.

What’s wrong with you? Why couldn’t he like you? An additional familiar kind of misery settles in.

Right, it’s because you’re fucking horrible looking.

You laugh, entirely devoid of humour. There’s no point moving anymore, no point trying. You’ll still be alone and disgusting no matter what you do. It wouldn’t matter if you stayed in your room. He won’t even notice or even care, he has a girlfriend now.

Shit. He has a girlfriend.

Now they’ll probably go on dates together, probably places you went with him that will seem more exciting when he’s with her. They’ll probably parade around school holding hand, maybe a chaste kiss here and there, you know how nervous Lev can get. All those warm, lanky armed hugs you get will be given to her, but this time she’ll actually feel love in them, maybe even desperation to never let go. Then she’ll probably get to know them team, and fill the place you held in their hearts. Which is a shame, because you really do love the Nekoma volleyball team.

Whatever. You’ll just really do it. You won’t leave your room. School is for losers. Work is for losers. Friends are for losers. You settle in your little patch of carpet where you’ve decided to stay until you keel over.

At least until your phone pings again, and again, and then once more. You groan in frustration and use all your remaining energy to throw your phone across the room, only falling back into your sobs after.

Eventually, your sobs die out to occasional whimpers, and numbness consumes you as you fade away into sleep.

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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please please please really rough mean dom george smut please like put in all the kinks you like writing im begging pls 😁😁🤘🏼

His little masterpiece

Since when do I have so many kinks like miss girl-😭🤚🏽 made the warning extra big

I love you for this request, now I can be hardcore without feeling weird

Warning: 18+

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George is a quiet and watchful person, even if many think he’s the copy of his loud and comedic twin Fred. You first noticed that side of him when he asked for your permission to tie you up in bed. From then on he had more requests, he’s mean, spits on you, hits you and fucks you until you can’t cum anymore. But George doesn’t do that because he wants to punish you, no, he just can’t help the sick and twisted urges when he’s in your presence. The moment he sees your pretty face he just wants to consume you, corrupt you.

„Look at you, so helpless“ George chuckles lowly „I could let anyone in to fuck you and you can‘t do shit. You like that? Is that why you’re clenching your slutty cunt?“

You were tied up, the rough rope digging into the skin of your wrists. George separated your legs with a spreader bar, so you were completely at his mercy. He was sitting on your belly, keeping the weight on his knees as he shoved his wand in and out of you, the long wood hitting your sweet spot with full force.

“Oh right, you can’t talk. Here” he took the gag out of your mouth “now speak, whore.”

“Anything you want” you gasped “I’d do anything for you!”

George smirked, cooeing at you. “I know and even if you resisted, I wouldn’t care.” He leaned in until your lips rubbed together with every word. “I’d still tie you up and fuck you without asking.”

You cried out when the wand started to vibrate against your sweet spot and bucked under him.

„Take it whore.“

You trembled. “George, gonna cum gonna-”

He ripped the wand out, slapping you hard. Once. Twice. You sobbed with the pain and he released you from the restrains to push you on the floor. Holding you down with his foot on your chest, he sneered.

„You should know by now that I don‘t fucking care about your tears!“

He sat down on your chest, pinning your hands above your hand with one of his and shoved his cock in your mouth.

“Since you wanna act like a baby I’ll make you suck my cock. You stupid baby, only here to do as I say. Do you hear me?”

You whimpered and tried to answer, your words coming out muffled as spit escaped the side of your mouth.

„Use your words don’t just fucking whine“

“Yes George, m’your stupid baby.”

He smiled happily. “That’s right, you’re my stupid slut.”

He shoved his cock back inside of your mouth, moaning loudly when you sucked him. He moved his hips, the way your face flushed with the lack of air made him go faster. His cock was so far down your throat that you gagged, your nails digging into his hands.

„Shut up and suck.“

You screamed when you couldn’t breathe and he leaned back, pulling out enough for you to take a deep breath before he fucked your face, his balls slapping against your chin with every thrust.

„Ah ah fuck yes“ George threw his head back as he came with a shout, moaning when you choked as you tried to swallow everything. „Drink my cum, there we go..“

He stood up after and you caughed, spilling some of his cum on the floor.

„Filthy slut, you‘re dripping all over the floor.“

He forced your head down and you stuck your tongue out, licking the cum off the floor.

„Good slut, clean up your mess.“

He tugged your head back. „Keep your mouth open.“

Scooping up the cum from your chin he pushed it into your mouth, fingers going far down your throat and you choked, eyes watering. He smiled, biting his slip as he watched you cry but keep your mouth open to please him.

„Good slut, you like my cum?“

You nodded, mouth closing around his fingers as you blinked up at him, sucking them lightly. He groaned taking them out and licked at his own fingers and you nearly came at the filthy sight. His eyes twinkled with lust and mirth.

“You look so pretty on the ground baby, just where you belong, but I have something else planned.”

You sat silently in a trance like state as you waited for further instructions. He straightened up again, pulling a chair infront of the mirror.

„Sit with your legs spread. Let me show you what I see when I make my slut cum.“

You sat down, spreading your legs and truly saw yourself for the first time. God, the sight was so lewd it would make even the kinkiest of the bunch blush and shy away. Your cunt was glistening with your slick, clit swollen and your hole stretched with him fucking you with his wand. Your tits had bite marks all over, lipstick and mascara smeared on your face. You could see Georges dry cum on your throat and chin.

He must have seen you check yourself out and grinned at your dazed expression.

„So pretty aren‘t you“ he murmured „so fucked out. And yet I‘m not done with you.“

He put his wand in your hand. „Put it in as deep as you can.“

Your hands trembled as you pushed the wood in, toes curling when it hit your spot and you took your hands away. The moment you looked up your cheeks flushed and you turned away. Georges brows furrowed and he let out a displeased tut, grabbing your hair tight and forced you to look at yourself.

„Look at yourself baby. See, this is why I‘m so obsessed with you.“ he grinned „Your pretty pussy with my wand? It‘s perfect. You‘re my little masterpiece.“ He was talking about you like your were his greatest creation.

George snapped his fingers and the wand came to life with full force, vibrating against your sweet spot and clit at the same time. You held the sides if the seat, completely blissed out by the reflection in the mirror. George was standing on your left, one hand still in your hair and the other tugged at his cock lazily as he watched you get fucked.

„George“ you gasped, feeling your first orgasm of the night approaching „I‘m gonna cum, please let me!“

He made a thoughtful sound and crouched next to you, hand in your hair forcing you to look into his eyes.

„Did you think I‘d let you cum? Aw, baby.“

You sobbed, one hand gripping his cheek as your pleaded.

„Please“ you cried „please! Anything ah-“

He started to move the wand inside of you without touching it, eyes still trained on yours as he watched your face with utter fascination. A breathless smile adorned his pink lips, pupils dilated.

„Beg louder.“

„Please“ you begged louder, voice breaking.

„What? I can‘t fucking hear you!“ George mocked you, his own voice raising.

„Please George, please!“

„Louder, whore!“

„Ah“ you wailed „Please! Pleaseplease-“

He kissed you deeply and leaned his head on yours, watching you both in the mirror.

„Yeah you gonna cum? Is my baby gonna cum? Yeah? Cum then.“

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream and you convulsed on the chair, wand still deep inside of your cunt.

„Too much! Out, please ah!“

He chuckled taking the wand out and threw it on the floor, kissing the side of your face, not tenderly but possessively.

His hand trailed down your belly towards your pussy, spreading it open to show you your release.

„This is what you look like after I fuck you babygirl.“ he murmured against the skin of your shoulder. „A perfect fucking masterpiece.“

You turned your head to him and he stared at you, taking in your face. An obssessive glint was in his eyes and you knew then and there that George would never let you go. He was in too deep.

„Want your cum in my cunt“ you whispered, giving him a coy smile.

He let out a quiet chuckle. „Insatiable huh? Just like her master.“ You let out a shaky breath at his words, slipping into subspace.

„Present yourself.“

You stood up and knelt on the bed, spreading your knees wide apart. One side of your face was pressed against the matress and you arched your back as low as you could.

He came up behind you, nibbling at the flesh of your thighs, moving his face to your cunt. Flattening his tongue he licked a broad stripe and your legs shook with oversenitivity.

Gathering saliva in his mouth he spit on your hole, for the sole purpose of humiliating you.

„You even let me spit on you. How pathetic.“

Dragging his cock up and down he pushed in slowly, letting you stretch around him. Once he was fully inside he pulled out only to pound you so hard you lost your balance and he had to keep you pressed against him by your shoulders.

„Can‘t even take my cock after begging for my cum? Fucking slut.“

You screamed out when another orgasm approached and pushed back against him. You were clenching so hard that he had trouble moving, groaning with his deep voice.

„Fuck yes take my cum-“ George hissed before he interrupted himself with a loud moan, burrying himself inside of you. You came as well when you felt his hot cum leak out of your cunt and your legs collapsed under your body.

Moments later he pulled out slowly and groaned with satisfaction as he spread your legs to look at you.

„So beautiful.“ he moaned, dipping a finger in and you whimpered. „So fucked out. Your sloppy pussy is full of my cum, just as it always should be.“

He turned you around to smear the cum on your lips and kissed you hard, licking it off. Pulling away his eyes watched you lick your lips.

He smiled possessively. „My little masterpiece.“

#george weasley smut #dark!fic #dark!george #dark!george weasley

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beomglocks · 3 years

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unlikely allies ; txt x reader

part: four.1 ,,,, next chapter / previous chapter

plot: when a zombie apocalypse breaks out in your town, you’re forced to team up with a group of boys from very different social standards in your school.

genre: fluff, angst, horror i guess?, not really that scary but alright, some funny moments

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: blood, gruesome scenes (kind of really detailed), cursing, everyone hates each other, definitely some major injuries, zombies duh, everyone kinda pining for mc

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"we are going to find more people y/n. we need to make up for beomgyu," taehyun spits. beomgyu walks up to him with anger taking over his features. "im still here you know! and i'd just hate for the kang taehyun to get bit because wouldn't that just be soooo fucking tragic! news flash, everyone's dead! you're not famous!"

"stop arguing!" you pull them apart but yeonjun shoves you away from them. "why? why should stop arguing?"

"we're all gonna die anyways," soobin says casually from his spot on the ground.

taehyun rolls eyes, walking straight into the library without any hesitation. "wait-" before you can warn him you all see something that makes you freeze.

you swear you remember that kid from somewhere. his fluffy hair is covering his eyes and instead of his baggy sweater covering his frame, it has ridden up to showcase his nonexistent abdomen. the zombies have absolutely ravaged the kid's body, leaving nothing but a lone carcass. there are still zombies lurking around his body, trying to feast on whatever part of him is left.

something beside the boy's body catches your eye and you realize who he is.

"ah shit," they mumble. you snap out of glaring at yeonjun to see a boy on the floor with books scattered around him. "shit im sorry! i should've been looking at where i was going," you apologize kneeling down to help the boy pick up his books.

"oh don't worry i shouldn't have taken up carrying so many books to the point where i couldn't see!" the boy's voice is so cheerful it makes you smile. you're glad he's not mad at you.

the boy is really cute too. his boyish features suit his face well and his hair is messy but looks like he stylized it that way. he's dressed comfortably in a huge sweater and baggy jeans with a molang keychain attached to one of the belt loops.

"where are you even going with all these books?" you ask. "i offered to take these back to the library for my english teacher, in hindsight i really should've just taken two or three not the whole stack." he chuckles sheepishly. he gets back up, picking up as many as he can.

you cover your mouth, trying not to let out an audible sob. even though you didn't know the freshman too well, this boy had left an impression on you with his cheeriness. that and the fact that this is the second time you've seen someone get eaten alive.

"hueningkai?" taehyun whispers. he takes several steps forward as if he's in a trance. "taehyun wait-"

"kai??" he raises his voice more but it cracks. the zombies in close proximity of you all snap their heads up at the sound of taehyun's voice. "tae we need to get out of here right n-"

"y/n!" you hear soobin call. you turn around to see beomgyu convulsing on the floor wildly. "w-what happened?" soobin shakes his head frantically. "he might be turning." you want to cry at the sight of your friend curled up in pain. you can tell he's trying to hold back his screams as to not draw attention to the group and get you all killed.

it's too late though because the zombies that were eating kai alive are now running towards you all. "what do we do?" yeonjun cries. you don't know what to do at this point. there's absolutely no saving beomgyu, who is currently turning. you go to grab taehyun's arm to at least try to save one person from your party but the zombie at the front of the group has already pounced on him. "NO!" you yell.

even though the zombie has sunk it's teeth into taehyun's ankle, you still try to drag him away in hopes of saving him. he's kicking at its face with the tiny sliver of strength he has left after being thrown to the floor. "don't worry taehyun im not leaving you," you huff.

you don't think you've ever had this much determination for anything ever. all you know is that someone's life is on the line and if you just try hard enough they might survive.

you're suddenly pulled back by your shirt when the entire group of zombies get to taehyun's idle body. "wait!" you reach out to him but it's too late. they've already began gnawing away at him. taehyun puts up a good fight but it's no use. there are too many of them.

he lets out a string of pained screams and all you can do is close your eyes.

"we have to go! we have to go," yeonjun screams. he shakes you to get you to get up but you have already given up. not one but three of the people who you've met have died. it hurts to know that they were once alive, smiling brightly with hope and life shining in their eyes.

it's not even the fact that prior to a zombie apocalypse happening you most likely gave no shits about these people but the stakes and circumstances have changed. of course now you care because you hoped they would love to see another day.

yeonjun sucks his teeth and picks you up. it takes a bit of extra strength on his part and he knows it'll slow him down tremendously but he doesn't care. "it's gonna be ok!" he reassures. you get a better view of soobin and beomgyu when he lifts you up and it makes you want to look away.

beomgyu's arm now has discolored veins that scale all the way up to him face. his eyes are glazed over and now white colored. you can see trances of dyed tears on his face but he's too far gone. he's dead and he's a threat to you all now.

"soobin r-!" yeonjun slaps his hand over you mouth so that you don't attract the zombies on taehyun to start going after you both.

soobin tries to hold his own against the now undead beomgyu and you can't exactly tell what's going on. yeonjun leads you away from the library and you can only hear a scream from who you assume is soobin.

"where are we going we can't just leave soobin behind like that!" you try to stand and halt the both of you but yeonjun harshly pulls you along. "yes we can and we will!" he barks. "there isn't a chance in hell that we could've saved him. it's us or him!"

he shoves you into the electrical room of the school. the door was thankfully unhinged otherwise the door would've remained locked.

there's nothing but silence minus the rapid breathing coming from you both. you go through what just happened and start to burst into tears, haphazardly wiping at your face but failing when more tears come down. yeonjun sighs, letting himself fall on the floor.

he doesn't even have time to rest before he hears a pounding coming from outside the door. "y/n? y-yeonjun? l-let me in!" you look over to yeonjun who's already looking at you wide eyed. "soobin?" you mumble. you go to stand but yeonjun launches himself at you. "hell no! soobin go away!" he yells.

"please open the door! they're coming! please!" soobin pleads. you shake your head, "yeonjun we have to help him please!"

yeonjun contemplates for a little bit longer than you'd like but he suddenly stands up. he gets to the door however he doesn't open it all the way. "are you bit? there's no way you came out of that unbitten."

soobin looks around unsure of himself. he grips onto his arm tighter from what you can see and you silently hope and pray he's not bit. however yeonjun also notices his suspicious behavior. "you're not coming in," he says. he starts closing the door again but soobin shoves past him.

yeonjun runs after him and tackles him to the ground. you look back at the door and you can hear the zombies that were following soobin approaching. you make a run for it to shut the door but yeonjun yells at you. "we have to leave it open for when i throw this asshole out of here!"

"but-" you wince when yeonjun punches soobin square in the face. it doesn't seem to phase the other boy as he growls and turns the tables on yeonjun. soobin has always been a bit stronger than yeonjun so it's no surprise that especially at this moment he's overpowering the other boy.

you rack your brain trying to come up with a logical plan. though you aren't being given many options. it's either wait until yeonjun manages to throw soobin out meaning you risk the group of zombies reaching you all or you lock yourself in the electrical room with an already bitten soobin.

you bite your lip watching soobin throw as many punches as he can with an unusable arm and yeonjun blocking them as best as he can. however, soobin was steadily getting weak and you could tell as well as yeonjun. with one swift push, soobin falls back onto the ground and yeonjun punches him again for good measure.

you can't see them well in the dimly lit electrical room however with the sliver of light pouring in from the door being open you can somewhat make out yeonjun's face. soobin sure did a number on him. his nose is dripping blood and his lips are bruised and swollen. his eye is also bruised and swollen and you're not sure if he can even see from it. god, he looks miserable.

he looks up at you and spits some blood out from his mouth. "lets get him out of here," he mumbles. you watch him get off soobin but he stumbles a bit. "yeonjun please hurry i think the zombies are coming," you tell him. he groans but says nothing in response.

yeonjun picks soobin up but once he has soobin's arm around his shoulder soobin starts shuddering. "you're gonna turn soon," yeonjun mumbles. soobin chuckles in between his shaking, "you care about me all of a sudden. i thought we were sworn enemies?"

yeonjun rolls his eyes, "whatever." if this were happening at any other time you might have smiled at them. you smile sadly when the two boys reach you at the door. you lean down to soobin's hunched over state and hold his face in your hands. "im sorry," you say. he shakes his head but says nothing to you.

"t-the gun," he mumbles in pain. you can see the veins starting to crawl up his shoulder and onto his neck now. "if we shoot you then the zombies that were after you are sure to start running towards here," yeonjun frowns. "soobin i don't think any of us are willing to k-kill you," you say as a tear rolls down your face.

his head snaps backwards violently then he slumps forward. "please," he manages to croak out.

you shut the door, closing your eyes. "y/n..." yeonjun says. "we can't let him die as one of those- those things!" you shout. yeonjun sighs, putting soobin down onto the floor. "think about this, you're about to kill another living being!"

"WHAT OTHER OPTION IS THERE?" you lash out. yeonjun stands there shocked at your outburst and the expression on his face makes you cry even harder than before. "what other option is there?" you cry softly.

you both look over to soobin who's now started convulsing on the floor. unlike beomgyu, this time he doesn't hold in his blood curling screams of pain. there isn't much time left before he turns.

you tentatively take the gun from his person and hold it up to his head. his eyes open momentarily and you see the fear in them flash through. he closes them tightly once again to brace himself and a tear rolls down his face. "i-im s-sorry," you cry. even as you hold the gun to his head, you hesitate. killing someone wasn't as easy as you thought. yeonjun walks up but not before wiping a tear from his face. "cmon."

he helps you hold the gun steady but removes your finger from the trigger. "close your eyes ok?" he whispers close to your ear. you sniffle, watching soobin struggle to keep his humanity. he opens and closes his eyes and keeps flinching and convulsing in different ways. you can tell he’s really in pain and not just because of his screams.

“im sorry soobin,” you cry. “im sorry!” you close your eyes tightly, waiting for yeonjun to pull the trigger.

you hold your breath and you can feel yeonjuns on the back of your head. his is nowhere near steady and you can’t imagine how he’s feeling having to kill another human being. his breathing is shaky and unsteady.

he tightens his grip on the gun and you feel his breath stop completely.

“three,” he mutters.

you’re sobbing uncontrollably at this point, unable to say the next number so he does it for you. “two.”

“one.”

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Not me bumping up in here AGAIN to say now im hust like, its the next day and like reader promised she goes to make it up to iwa and hes like wtf and telL me why all i want is for iwa to beat up makki and have oikawa and mattsun have to pull them apart and then just getting fucking RAILED by iwa later cause he doesnt blame you, not really, but hes still PISSED and JEALOUS and NEEDS to prove that hes the only one that can make you feel good, should be the only one to EVER make you feel good

Really, did Makki think he’d actually get away with what he did to Iwaizumi’s darling that night?

Part 1 where Hanamaki takes advantage of Iwaizumi’s sleeping/sleepy darling here

Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, Humiliation, Dumbification, Implied/Mentioned Past Non-Con/Sexual Assault

Green eyes narrow down at you in suspicion as you cling onto him all day, eyes brighter than normal, grin wider than normal, body infinitely more affectionate than normal as you nuzzle and purr against him like an over sized kitten. Iwaizumi doesn’t mind publicly displaying his love for you, no stranger to holding hands or a sweet peck here and there despite the raucous uproar it causes among his fellow third-years, but this is far beyond what he’s used to and he wonders what you’re up to.

But nothing could have prepared him for the way you pounce on him as soon as the two of you have said your goodbyes and packed his car, making your way back home from the sleepover, and he curses as he almost swerves the car when your fingers teasingly creep up his inner thigh, barking at you to stop it and at least let him find a more remote area to safely park the car.

He’s not complaining as the two of you dive towards the backseat and you push him down, grinding and moaning against his rapidly hardening cock. But something doesn’t feel right and in between sloppy wet kisses and the rustling of clothes, he manages to ask what’s gotten into you, only for his world to come to a screeching halt when you purr that you had promised to make it up to him last night.

Last night? Promise?

You cock your head in confusion when calloused hands come to your shoulders, fingers keeping you still and arms length away from him as he sits up and stares at you quietly for a moment before hesitantly asking you what you’re talking about. And something ugly and nauseating churns in his stomach as you recount last night’s events, confusion morphing into sick realization when he remembers exactly who had been sleeping on the other side of you, when he remembers how he had pretended not to notice how a certain teammate’s eyes always seemed to linger a bit too long on you, how he had ignored the way Hanamaki always seemed more interested in you than his own longtime friend.

Acceptance turns to raging fury and you squeal and hurriedly fix your clothes, strapping a seat belt around you nervously as Iwaizumi makes his way back to the front seat, foot slamming down on the gas as he returns to the house you two had left just earlier today, unsure what’s happening, why your boyfriend is so angry. You plead with him to calm down, to tell you what’s wrong. Why are you going back to Makki’s house? You already told them that neither of you were going to stick around for breakfast!

But all questions slip from you and you stare in horror as Hanamaki cheerily opens the front door when Iwaizumi knocks, only to double over with an agonized howl as the ace punches him in the face. And then there’s a second blow. A third blow. And you’re rushing over to the duo on trembling legs, tightly wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist from behind, sobbing and begging for him to stop, screaming for Oikawa and Matsukawa to come out and help.

You cry in relief when your two classmates come rushing to see what the commotion is about, swiftly stepping into help, Matsukawa pulling a bleeding Hanamaki away from Iwaizumi’s grasp, Oikawa helping you restrain your lover. But you all freeze at the accusation that comes tumbling out of Iwaizumi’s mouth.

“How dare you take advantage of my girlfriend, you sick fuck! I thought we were friends!”

There’s silence as you all process his words, the four of you slowly turning to stare at Hanamaki, waiting for him to say something, deny the claim, anything. But when he just turns his gaze to the ground, unable to look Iwaizumi in the eyes, you feel bile rise in your throat and you drop to your knees, shaking and dry heaving, barely cognizant of a broad figure crouching in front of you, a gruff voice still thick with anger, but laced with concern as it tells you to breathe and calm down. And the world is a hazy and confused mess as you’re ushered away, tucked back into Iwaizumi’s car and driven back home as Oikawa assumes his captain demeanor, forcing all parties to separate and cool off a bit first before coming back together to discuss this later.

It’s silent as Iwaizumi helps you carry your bags to your room, but the click of your bedroom door closing behind the two of you has you throwing yourself at your lover, wailing and apologizing for how stupid you were, how sorry you were, pleading and begging him to believe that you had no idea, that you would never have let it happen knowingly, that you only love him. But you instantly shut up as lips come crashing down on yours, rough and demanding, possessively claiming you as his and you gasp as you’re thrown on your bed with a force that has you bouncing from the impact.

“Haji-Hajime?”

You trail off, thighs clenching and throat nervously gulping as he stalks towards you, green eyes dark and cloudy, angry and hungry, instinctively backing away from him as he approaches. But that only seems to infuriate him more and you squeal as he pulls you back towards him by your ankles, shoving your panties down and shoving two thick fingers inside of you, swallowing your mewl as his lips once again devour yours.

It feels so good. Everything feels so good. And your world narrows to his tongue twining with yours, the fingers rubbing your clit and curling inside of you, dragging against the spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, the need to prove and show him how much you love him. You’d do anything, let him do anything. Anything to take away the hurt in his eyes, to erase the doubt you see as he gazes down at you, to reassure him that you’ll always be only his, just like he’ll always only be yours.

“Hajime, want you to fuck me so hard that all I can think about is your cock.”

Those words have any last dredges of restraint inside Iwaizumi crumbling to the ground and you scream as your leg is thrown over a broad shoulder, as he plunges his cock inside of you in one thrust, an aching pleasure rolling through you from the sudden fullness and intrusion.

“Going to fuck you dumb. Going to fuck you until the only thing you can think of and remember is my cock. Going to fuck you so silly that everyone will know that you’re MY cock slut.”

He cruelly laughs when he feels you tightening around him with each degrading word, when he sees how your eyes roll back in your head and you blabber incoherently as pleasure spikes through you.

“You like that, huh? Look at you. You already look and sound like a stupid bimbo, MY stupid bimbo. Maybe I should make you go around wearing a collar with my name on it. Make the message really clear. Maybe I should lock you in a chastity belt at all times unless I’m fucking you. Make sure no one else can get inside this sloppy slutty cunt.”

You moan at the thought, humiliated tears streaming down your face, but it only makes you even more aroused and Iwaizumi almost cums right there and then when you obediently nod your head and tell him you’ll do whatever he wants, absolutely sincerity in your eyes as you lovingly look up at him.

“Such a good fucking girl. Now tell me who’s making you feel good? Who’s the only one who can make you feel good? Who’s the only one allowed to make you feel good?”

Your body tenses and you desperately claw and clutch at his shoulders and back as the knot inside of you tightens and tightens as he increases his pace and bends you even further in half, shrieking “only you” and “please make me feel good”, “make me cum”. And then you’re tumbling down in ecstasy, body thrashing and convulsing, drool and lewd broken cries pouring out of your mouth as his fingers rub your clit, wailing as he continues to ram in and out of you, relentless as he chases his own high in a frenzied flurry of motions that has your nails leaving long vicious scratch marks in his skin.

You moan in relief and contentment as hot thick spurts fill you, as his body carefully collapses on top of yours, encompassing you in his sturdy and comforting presence as the two of you pant for breath, chests heaving up and down in a sweaty slick mess. But you let out a breathy laugh when he buries his head in the crook of your neck and tightly wraps his arms around you, mentally envisioning the pouting mope you know is on his face despite the fact that you can’t see it from the position you’re in.

It takes a bit of work to move his dead weight as he refuses to budge and help you, but with a grunt and a push you maneuver the two of you so that you’re both on your sides, face-to-face. And you playfully rub your nose against his, littering his face with butterfly kisses, laughing as his sulking turns into scowling, giggling and flailing when he tucks your head under his chin and hugs you tightly to him in punishment when you grossly lick his cheek and smile victoriously as the corners of his lips finally twitch upwards.

But eventually he lets you up to breathe and the two of you rest your foreheads against each other.

“You know I had no idea, right, Hajime? That I love you and only you, right?”

You lean into his touch as a calloused hand cups your face, purring as a thumb delicately strokes your cheekbone.

“I know. I know it wasn’t your fault and I love you too. More than anything or anyone else in the world.”

And that’s all the reassurance you two need as your lips intimately connect once again.

#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi x reader

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sparetimeimagines · 3 years

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Intolerable | Todoroki Shoto

Tags; Smut, Drunk Sex, Oral, Old Lovers

Masterlist

One shot, two shot, three shots go.

You watched as your coworkers downed the shots of tequila after a long day at the office. Your boss was a dickhead and all you wanted was to forget the day.

“Ok. Your turn, Y/n.” The blonde coworker passes the shot closer to you.

“No... I can’t.” You reject the shot and your company grumbles in disapproval.

“What? Why not?” She nudges the shot closer to you and you shrug.

“I’m not really into tequila.”

“Well how about this.” Your coworker hands you some cash. “Go up to the bar, order one of those cocktails that you like so much. You’re drinking with us whether you like it or not.” She teases and ushers you to the bar. “You better not come back without a drink.”

You roll your eyes pulling yourself into the empty bar stool, not noticing anyone but the bartender and the bill in your hand.

“You’re kidding me.” You hear after moments pass, the bartender busy making drinks after drinks. Cocking your head to the right, you see a face you haven’t seen in a very long time.

“Yn?” The low voice clears his throat and you catch an eye. Red and white hair, blue and brown eyes.

“Todoroki Shoto.” You let out a smug smile and he returns it. “What a surprise.”

“You’re telling me. How are you?”

You catch up on the small talk with the heterochromatic professional hero, learning that he too is trying to survive the hectic work week.

He buys a drink, a cocktail that was directed for you to return to the table with, however you found better company with the hero.

“Are you seeing someone?” He sips from his dark liquor and you shake your head trying the drink.

“Is that too hard to believe?”

“Well, I mean, do you want me to answer honestly?” He eyes you from your face, down your legs peaking from the navy blue dress to the very tip of your heels.

“Only if it’s in my favor.” You wink and he flushes.

“Im sure you’ll catch on.”

The small talk turns into flirtatious teasing, bringing up old memories before the prohero got in to the academy on recommendations.

“Why didn’t you go into the hero force?” He asks and once again you shrug.

“There’s not a huge desire for sleepovers as an adult.”

He looks confused as he finishes his drink.

“You forgot my quirk didn’t you.”

“I’m sorry.” He calls over the bartender as you catch up with him.

“I heal while I sleep. I heel anyone I touch while I sleep.”

“That’s right!” He orders two more drinks for the both of you.

“Yeah. It’d be hard to catch villains if I’m sleeping.”

“That’s fair.”

The flirtatious teasing then turns into drunken words and super friendly petting.

“Shoto I don’t know where I live.”

“Oh no... what are you gonna do?”

“I guess I’ll just stay here.”

“No... you can’t do that.” He shakes his head. “You can come home with me.”

“With you?”

“Yeah of course.” His hand holds your waist up as he calls a cab. “It’s not the first time, Babe.”

“True.”

The cab ride turns into heavy making out in the back seat. Your waist in his, you’re grinding against his waist, his cock twitching in his pants while his hands dip into your dress feeling your tits to their perfection.

The ride is cut short and he throws the cab driver a handsome tip before taking your hand and inviting you into his home.

Before you have a minute to adjust, he’s throwing you up against the wall.

“Those damn legs.” He hikes your leg over his waist, hoisting you against the wall. “You look so sexy.”

The lust fills his eyes, kisses making his way up and down your neck as his hand pets your pussy wet.

“Shoto...” you moan as he attacks your neck.

His hands pull away the fabric of your dress letting it fall down your chest.

Shoto’s hand hovers over your breast before taking it in his mouth sucking on your nipple. His tongue circles rings around it, looking up at your reaction before kissing you in between switching your breasts.

His finger traces up your neck outlining your lips, thumb pressing against your bottom.

Lips spreading for him, you allow his thumb in your mouth, he pressing it against your tongue.

Shoto switches breasts once more before returning to your lips.

“Let me make you feel good.” He moans biting your lip.

“Mmm how are you gonna do that?” You slur into his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you.” He’s kissing your lips repeatedly leaving you breathless.

“You’re gonna fuck me?” You moan and he grabs your ass.

“I’m gonna fuck you.” Shoto hoists you over his waist, legs wrapping around him until he brings you into the bedroom throwing you on his bed.

“You’re so pretty.” He kisses down your neck, over your breast down to your core. He flips you over briefly, unzipping the dress throwing it across the room.

He pulls your waist into him, ass in the air letting the heat of his hand bring a hearty smack to your cheek.

“Your body...” He moans leaving another heated smack. “This ass.” He kisses your cheek earning a moan. “Straight perfection.”

His lips smear over your skin, your body wanting to spread for him with the help of the alcohol.

“Can i taste you? You’re so wet for me.”

His fingers feel your slit through the fabric, petting for your approval.

A hiss leaves your lips as as he lightly rubs a pattern into your cunt. Pressing harder on your clit feeling your bud strain under him, he looks up at you waiting.

“Baby Doll.” He hums still letting his fingers play with your slit. “I’m waiting.”

You arch your hips down to him and he chuckles.

“I need to hear you.” He rubs your cheek tugging at the hemline.

“Yes.” You moan against the mattress biting your lip.

“Yes what?”

“I want you to taste my pussy.” Your breath catches your exhale looking into his heterochromatic eyes from behind.

His finger tugs at your panties pulling them to the side. You hear him let out a long sigh of satisfaction before leaving a lengthy strip along your drunken cunt.

“Mmmmfuck.” You let out a long moan with your back arching lower.

“Yes Baby.” He mumbles against your skin.” That’s what I like to hear.”

He leaves a few extra strips before clutching your hips and flipping you over on your back.

Shoto kisses your thigh, rubbing it a few times, coming closer littering kisses until he finally removes your panties.

“Just as I remembered it.” He moans with a swift inhale. “So pretty.”

Memories of the last time you two had relations flashed into your head.

Young and sixteen. You didn’t know much about sex, but being horny teenagers and fifteen minutes was all you needed to have your hearts racing wildly.

His fingers spread your lips gently, letting the tips play with your slick.

Rubbing soft circles into your clit; he watches your reaction. How your neck stretches out and your chest heaves with a deep inhale. How the ends of your lips curl upwards into satisfied smirk.

His strong arms pull your hips down closer to him while watching you relax onto him.

Shoto’s two middle fingers continue to rub in circular motion, watching your eyes flutter with desire.

“You like that baby?” He moans, his cock forming in his pants. Your nod is lazy but he lets you slide. “That’s right. Relax baby. Let me take care of you.”

The low voice sends a different reaction to your cunt.

His middle finger dips below your clit into the folds, feeling your muscles tense below. Shoto slides in and out brushing against your clit into the velvet walls.

Covering more ground with his soft touch, he gradually goes lower into your pussy with long even dips of his fingertips.

“You’re getting so wet.” Moaning, Shoto draws his fingers to his lips. “And your taste...” He sucks on his fingers. “You taste so good.”

He returns to your clit with his fingers, rubbing with more aggression; this time dipping his middle finger deep inside your tight hole.

“Mmm baby you’re so tight.”

Slowly pumping his finger in and out of your hole begging for a reaction from you;

he glances at your face. Cheeks red with arousal making his cock twitch, he leans forward kissing your lips sloppily.

Down to your breast then your thighs, finally he’s on your overstimulated clit.

Shoto’s tongue flicks your bud and instantly your hips buck into him.

Your fingers tighten in his hair and walls around his finger; fucking you with faster speeds.

He twists his finger inside you, circling his tongue much like he had with his finger.

Heaving chests and a tight sobbing pussy, he knows you’re ready to cum.

“Aww baby, already close? I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He mumbles against your cunt. His tongue focusing on your high, he adds another finger to overthrow you. Hips arched into him, you can feel his smirk against your clit.

“Cum for me baby.” He slurps your slick twisting his fingers. “Cum on my tongue.”

Intolerable moans break from your lips as he clutches your hip with his free hand. You pull his hair in thick strands, feeling your thrusts aid the cum covering his tongue.

“Fuck. Fuck baby.” You convulse panting. “That dirty mouth.”

“Yes baby.” He licks his wet lips kissing your clit sending electricity through your body. “Get her ready for me.”

Shoto reaches into his pants releasing his cock. Head red and dripping with precum, He strokes his length slapping the head against your clit.

“Mmm fuck, Shoto.”

“Yes Baby. Say my name.”

“Shoto please.” You moan pulling his neck into you. “More. I need more.” You wrap your legs around his core sucking his lips into yours. Needy kisses and hungry bites onto plump lower lips, you need him. You need to feel it all.

You reach down to his cock, feeling him for a brief second before he pulls back.

“No no no...” his finger rests on your lips. “I want to last.”

Kicking his pants off, he crawls over you with his skin touching yours.

Skin to skin, touch to touch.

He hovers over your body, with each muscle in his body flexing in perfection. Hero training has always been a blessing in disguise.

Perfect core chiseled to its peak, you scope his body not believing you could catch someone like him.

“Like what you see, Baby Doll?” You bite your lip looking him in the eye with your quiet nod. “Good.”

Shoto reaches down to his cock stroking it to his perfection, lowering it on between your legs.

He presses against your folds looking you in the face before sliding into you.

“Oh shit.” You gasp, his size building pressure as he fills your fully. Your jaw drops and he smirks leaning into you. His lips press against yours as he begins slowly moving his hips.

He’s passionate, open mouthed kisses, slow and in the moment, focusing on how you feel as he thrusts into you. His hand cups your jaw holding you in place with his thumb caressing your structure.

It’s meaningful to him. For Shoto, it’s not just fucking. To him it’s more than that.

It’s an emotional connection. It’s a piece of him he’s giving to you.

Another long thrust, he’s bottomed out to stretch you full.

Your hands wrap around his wide shoulders, one in his hair as he kisses into your neck.

His thrusts gradually pick up, feeling your breath in his neck with a moan slipping up.

“Mmm yes Baby. Tell me how you feel.”

His teeth graze the tender skin on your neck, pulling in a bite teasing a moan once again.

Shoto rolls his hips switching each spot he sucks on until you gasp loudly.

“Baby.” He pulls back to look at your face. “You’re so spoiled. Can’t take a little bite?”

“You’re mean.” You slur rolling your eyes trying not to drool.

“Well, you’re a brat.” He thrusts harder this time, your hips clashing as he resumes a full motion.

Shoto’s lips clasp yours shut ramming his hips into every last bit of space. His heated hand massages circles into your breast, his cock red from pleasure bottoms into your sensitive walls seeking your moan.

“Shoto...” you gasp. “Right there.”

Your heart beats wildly, already overstimulated from the alcohol and the dual action of Shoto.

“Yeah? Baby likes what she feels?”

“Mmhmm.”

Your drunken haze matches his; pink cheeks and cloudy eyes.

“You feel so good, Baby.” He kisses you once more, looking his lips on to yours powering through building his high.

Shoto pulls your hips into his, a steady grip on yours with your legs on each side of him.

His breathing is heavy matching yours.

You can hardly keep your eyes open watching the hero’s cock slide in and out of your swollen pussy.

“Mmm shit.” Your high is rising faster than before. “Shit Shoto.” Your walls clench around him and your clit firm as he hits your spot perfect. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum- fuck.” Your breath catches in your throat, eyes clamping shut and your jaw open. No breath coming out. You’re silent.

You feel his twitch inside you, a few quick jolts when a gasp leaves his lips.

He pulls out from you, leaving your cunt leaking with his white cum.

His body quickly losing its composure, he collapses beside you on the bed.

“Wow.” He catches his breath and you nod. Your chests both heaving, you stare at the ceiling in your high.

All you hear is your heart in your ears, the post coital clearance in your brain and the overwhelming satisfaction in between your legs.

An open mouthed loose smile and heavy dazed eyes follow you to a yawn.

You swing your legs over the edge catching the attention of Shoto.

“Where are you going?” He raises a brow.

“Home I guess.” You drunkenly look around the room when strong arms grasp your waist.

“Nuh uh. Not like this.”

“What?”

He pulls you into his body, lips kissing your shoulder.

“You’re drunk, Babe.” He says in between kisses. “Not to mention naked.”

You let out a moan leaning back into him.

“You don’t mind me staying?”

“I don’t want you leaving.” He chuckles against your chest. “You don’t have to.”

You turn in his arms facing him.

“This pussy make you fall in love with me?” You smirk as he kisses you.

“More like that ass.” He smirk as you gasp. “I’m kidding. You’re beautiful and you know that.” He pulls your head into his chest. “Just sleep it off right now. Nothing else matters.” He kisses your forehead pulling up the covers. “You can’t be wondering around naked, you drunk.”

#todoroki shoto x you #todoroki fluff #shoto todoroki #todoroki #my hero academia fluff #todoroki Shoto smut #bnha shoto todoroki #bnha imagines #mha todoroki #mha imagines

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wordstrings · 3 years

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of sleep-warm skin and love requited

Written and submitted by @delicategoblin:

OK IM OFFICIALLY TERRIFIED BUT IVE EDITED THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF THIS AND I CANT FIND ANYTHING ELSE TO CHANGE SO UHHHHH HERE WE GO. uhhhh you don’t need to anonymize it I’m g with having my actual blog on here i’m just ,,, f r e a k i n g o u t . thank you again for this opportunity though cause i never would have done this otherwise,,,,also it’s kinda cringe i know but i’m fragile ok i needed the Bois being soft

Publisher’s note: The first official fic of I Fixed/Fic’d It: A Supernatural Fluffsgiving Event! I absolutely love this and it’s exactly what my heart needed.

Words: 1,700

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of sleep-warm skin and love requited

Soft puffs of warm air blew onto his chest, it blew the fine hairs that grew there against their follicles. It was an annoying, tickling sensation that made it feel like there was a bug crawling on him. He didn’t move, though, or adjust the sleeping hunter in his arms. It served as a grounding sensation, a reminder that the warm body lying next to him was just that; warm, breathing, alive.

“I c’n feel you look’n at me weird.” Dean’s sleepy voice cut through the gentle silence that hung around them. One sleepy green eye cracked open and he shifted, wrapping his arms around Castiel’s bare torso tighter and burying his nose into his sternum.

“I was admiring you,” Castiel protested indignantly and smiled at the muffled embarrassed noise Dean made against him.

“Less admiring, more sleeping.” He grumbled, and pressed a placating kiss to Cas’s throat. Castiel let out a contented hum and let his fingers glide up Dean’s muscled back, feather-light, and up to the nape of his neck.

“Quit it.” Dean shuddered and fell back onto the mattress with a bleary-eyed glare. Castiel shifted onto his side and smoothed his thumb over the crease in Dean’s forehead that resulted from his affronted expression. Dean didn’t comply with his silent request, and it was Cas’s turn to frown. He leaned down and pressed a tiny chaste kiss to the wrinkle, Dean just shied away and huffed.

“Dean,” Castiel squinted at the stubborn man beside him, who stuck his tongue out and made a point to draw his eyebrows even further - the crease became more prominent. Cas could almost laugh, but this was a challenge. A challenge he didn’t intend to back down from.

“Cas,” He mocked, pulling a face.

Oh, so that’s how it was.

Gears in Castiel’s head were turning, but before they could even quite slot into place, he was on top of Dean, pinning him to the mattress with his weight. Dean’s eyes widened, no longer half-shut with the remnants of sleep, and he sucked in a breath. Pupils blown wide, and Castiel grinned. Dean had a very wrong idea of what was about to happen.

“Dean, you’re very stubborn.”

Dean smirked and waggled his eyebrows, before quickly returning to his previous expression, complete with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

Castiel hummed as if he were deep in thought, tracing his index finger from Dean’s collarbone to his sternum. Dean cringed and pushed himself back into the mattress.

“Me? Well, I’m going to knock you down a peg or two, in a manner of speaking.” Castiel purred, resting all ten of his fingertips on his ribs, a salacious grin on his face.

“You, on the other hand,” He continued, gliding his hands down to rest at Dean’s sides. “You’re going to smile for me.”

Dean barely had time to swallow nervously before his senses were set alight by tingling, buzzing electricity. He bit his lip and squirmed, grappling with Castiel’s flitting hands.

“C-Cas, c-c’moHAH. Nonono, c’mohon man, this shit’s for kIDS.” His voice raised an octave when the ex-angel who was enjoying this way too much dug his infuriatingly skilled fingers into his tummy.

It took less than three minutes for Dean to be lost to laughter, punctured by the occasional ‘No!’ or ‘Cas!’ and things that were definitely not shrieks when his attacker got to a bad spot.

Cas, the bastard, was watching him with a big stupid smile on his face. It was so wide and genuine Dean couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad when he caught glimpses of his face amidst his thrashing.

“Cas! Cas, it’s like 4 am, stoho- nahaha CAHAHAS NOT THERE, YOUSONUVABIHIHITCH.” Dean cackled and threw his head back with laughter as Castiel’s hands shot into his armpits, he convulsed and clamped his arms down as hard as he could. Nothing could deter Cas’s determined digits.

When Dean’s breathing started sounding labored, Castiel retreated his hands and took to scritching at Dean’s lower belly. Tickling there, just above his waist-band, was the closest thing to giggling he thought Dean Winchester was capable of. His other hand, bored and itching to roam the squirming body beneath him, cupped Dean’s other side and stroked the skin there. There was another layer of squirming away added to Dean’s half-hearted struggle.

“Caaaas, quihihit playing with my chubby spots.” He whined through bubbling laughter. It was innocent enough, but Castiel knew this man well enough to tell the difference between a joke and genuine insecurity.

Castiel pursed his lips and abandoned his tickling, leaning forward to kiss the panting, red-faced mess. Dean was enthusiastic, cupping the back of Castiel’s head, meeting his kiss sloppily with an open mouth and obscene smacking sounds.

When Castiel pulled away, Dean’s hand kept him there; their faces just inches apart, noses brushing.

“You’re the single most beautiful creature in all of creation, Dean Winchester. Inside and out.” Castiel said firmly, cupping Dean’s jaw reverently and looking into his lover’s wide eyes. A faint blush dusted Dean’s cheeks and he dropped his gaze, shrugging, and grumbling. Cas used his hand to nudge Dean’s face back up and pressed kiss after kiss to Dean’s face. His forehead, each eyelid, his nose, his top, and bottom lip, and his chin.

“I’ve seen stars born,” Castiel murmured against his jaw, pressing another kiss to the stubbled skin.

“Galaxies formed,” Another kiss, this time to his neck, then his collarbone, then his sternum.

“Supernovas,” His chest, right over his heart.

“I witnessed the creation of the very first life forms,” His ribs.

“I’m older than time, older than this world, than the universe.” His diaphragm, his stomach, his hip.

“It’s you, Dean. Nothing I’ve ever seen, ever experienced, could ever hold a candle to you. I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Dean sat completely still, watching Cas with twinkling eyes, he swallowed thickly and made to sit up, Cas climbed off him and Dean leaned forward, resting his head on Castiel’s shoulder.

“You mean that?” He whispered, taking Castiel’s hand and fiddling with his fingers. Castiel smiled and pressed a kiss to the crown of Dean’s head, nodding.

“Yes, Dean. I mean it.”

Castiel could hear the quiver in his breath when Dean inhaled deeply.

“That’s pretty gay, man.” He said shakily, pulling away from Castiel with a wobbly smile on his face.

“That it is. I’d venture to say what I’m about to say is gayer, though; I think your smile is especially beautiful. And your laugh.” Castiel added with a sly smile. Dean was quicker on the uptake, though, and before Cas could follow through on his plan, he found himself pinned to the mattress. Staring down a disgruntled Dean, who wasted no time in reaching behind him and kneading Castiel’s thighs.

He howled with laughter and grabbed blindly at Dean’s arms.

“DEAN! DEAN, STOHOHOP!” He bucked underneath the grinning man.

“You started it! And you were about to ambush me again.” He feigned offense, his words spoken around a laugh. His hands converged on Cas’s ribs and dug into the giggle-shriek-inducing spots between each bone.

Expertly, Dean took Castiel apart. Fingers seasoned with years of big-brother experience. His goal was to just tire Cas out to the point he wouldn’t be able to re-retaliate. Ten fingers scribbled across his belly and Cas was lost to giggles that Dean would never tire of hearing.

“Deheheannn, nahaha I’m sohOHORY!” He barely managed around an honest to god squeal that left his mouth when one of Dean’s curious fingers wiggled into his bellybutton.

“See, I just don’t think that’s true.” Dean tutted.

He could have continued on forever, sweet laughter and adorable attempts at an escape or a plea. But, now that Cas was human and oxygen was kind of a necessity, he made the mature decision (what can he say, falling in love changed him) to stop. He pulled away with a parting raspberry to the side of Cas’s neck, which made him shriek and jackknife under him.

“I didn’t bring you back from super hell just so you could tickle the shit out of me, you know,” Dean said, poking his hip. Cas flinched and rubbed a hand over his face, residual giggles still tumbling out of his mouth. He sighed and parted his fingers, peering up at Dean.

“Why did you bring me back, then?” He challenged. Dean glared down at him, but his gaze held no heat. Maybe some exasperation.

“You know why.”

Castiel pulled his hands away from his face and shrugged innocently.

“I don’t, actually.”

“I told you,” Dean huffed. Don’t ask why he was allowing himself to be swept up into Cas’s little game - maybe he liked it. Or maybe he felt guilty still.

“You told me lots of things - through wailing sobs, so it was hard to understand at times. Here; I’ll even make it easy for you. I love you…”

“I know,” Dean replied in a mocking, honeyed tone as he flopped back onto the mattress, pointedly shutting his eyes. Castiel let out a long-suffering sigh and lay back next to him, body curved around Dean’s; a perfect fit, like pieces of a puzzle slotting together. It was a shame Dean was being too much of a man-baby for Castiel to properly enjoy their compatibility and closeness at the moment.

“You’re impossible,” Cas murmured into the skin of Dean’s shoulder, reaching over to pinch at Dean’s waist. He curled away with a squeak that made Cas’s heart swell and grabbed his hands.

“No more tickling,” He pouted. The other man smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to Dean’s temple.

“No more tickling.” He agreed, nodding solemnly.

Then it was quiet again, peaceful. The soft sounds of Dean’s breaths were in sync with his own - the feeling of his heart beating was still alien to him, even though it wasn’t something he noted often.

“Hey, Cas?” Dean said quietly, fingering a mindless pattern on Castiel’s bicep, “I do. Love you, I mean.”

Castiel smiled and pressed his thumb gently into the give of Dean’s thigh, reveling in the softness, the warmth.

“I know.”

#SPNfluffsgiving2020 #tickle fic #Supernatural #ticklish!Dean #ticklish!Cas #Destiel #tickling #ler!Cas #ler!Dean #Dean Winchester #Castiel #submission #author delicategoblin #not mine

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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An old thing 3

First Continued from here

Look, I´m embarrassed of how I came up with something as fucked up as this. I´m very sorry to the people who read the first version of this and I do hope you´re doing ok. It´s never my intention or objective to make anyone feel wrong with the things I do. There´s a reason my art style is soft. So I send anyone who felt uncomfortable about this, an apology. However, I wanna believe I can share this under the “No matter how rough and dark, stories need to be told” And well. I failed to process not ALL parts of the story need to be told. So here´s the censored version of it.

CW// public humilliation, Degrading language, Non Con, Dub Con, NS*W at times, dehumanization, past CSA mentioned and threatened/implied, grooming, electrocution, along, slavery, human trafficking, forced breeding, blood, whump of minors, attempted murder, manhandling, muzzles, creepy and explosive whumpers, physical and emotional abuse.

Everything will be tagged and if there´s tags to be added, tell me please.

Five months later, Layo didnt wanna touch Roahn as he was disgusted to touch pregnant women. Roahn had a big bump already. A medic had come over and had done analysis to her. Apparently she was expecting twins. Two boys. Shy was handcuffed in the other side of the cell, but he couldnt decide to be happy or horrified. His master, Dánae, looked beyond pleased.

“What if we keep one? We can educate him as if he was ours. But we gotta make sure he knows his place. And maybe when he’s older we could use him”

Layo looked delighted by her plan.

“What about the other?” He had asked her.

Danae reflected, looking at no point in particular and then said with a stone cold face “we will sell him just after he doesn’t need his mother’s milk anymore”

Listening to that conversation were the medic and the two slaves. Roahn started sobbing. Quietly almost unheard.

And Shy jerked on his restraints. He had a muzzle on, restricting his talking. But his eyes showed rage.

“What? The doggy feels sad for being separated from his pup? Dont make me laugh, Shy” Layo grinned “ahh, well its just ironic for you right?” He started, Shy picking up, jerked aggressively. His muscles getting tense. “Your twin brother… I had my eyes on you for quite a while. Its a shame you were split” Layo sighed Shy stood up pulling on his restraints. Danae was amused by his reaction. Shy was, well, shy. He never showed that aggressive part of himself. And certainly, Roahn was the most amused of them.

“What were you called at the club? The two stars? Oh! The twin stars! always with your star painted on your cheek. you looked adorable. You were like 12?”

Shy stopped revolving. The stage name having an impact on him.

“Quite the performance between you two and other people” Layo laughed “Then you were sold. Alone. To that old man, what was his name? He raped you often didnt he? Before dying he told me you would scream your brothers name: Ivan.”

Shy was silent again. His legs shaking.

“Ivan and Dimitri. The twin stars. Lovely names for just two slaves born from another slave and sold to do exactly the same…” Layo paused dramatically, eyes on him. “You went full circle didnt you, Dimitri?”.

Shy/Dimitri had lost it. If there was one thing that pushed all his buttons was his past. He pulled on his chains, so much he shattered them.

Layo and Danae were just a feet away from the cell. So before the man could even react Dimitri had already grabbed his white hair.

Danae screamed and went to help his husband but he was faster and slammed his head in the floor. Danae took out a teaser and pinched Shy, who brutally convulsed on the ground.

“SHY!” Roahn yelled in her chair as the doctor held her down. Trying to convince her it was too dangerous. She looked at the man’s face as he shook his head in a no. “Ill take care of this lady” the doctor told her. She was surprised by his kindness.

The man went to stop Danae from shocking his slave any longer.

“Please miss Dourson! Stop it! Miss Dourson you’re going to kill him!” The man said grabbing her.

“Shut up!” She shoved him away, the teaser flying off her hands.

“My love…” Layo said with his bloody nose “stop it”

Danae pulled him to her not minding the blood on her dress. “Dear! He was trying to kill you!”

“Yes…he was…” Layo said putting his head backwards. When the bleeding stopped he added “I loved his face” the man spat “rage…Ah~ what an adorable expression from the pup” Danae wanted to make some sense enter his head but was stopped before that “Ill teach him a lesson Dánae, leave it to me” he said in a smirk.

Later that night Roahn was on their mat, stressed out about Shy. He had been taken by two men. Unconscious and limp. Her pleas fell in deaf ears.

She massaged her bump, trying to sooth her anxiety.

The door slammed and Shy walked in with bruises on his face and shackled. He was with Layo who didnt have the decency to cover his dick.

He threw him to the ground, Shy barely having time to put his hands in front.

Layo kicked him in the back making him fall for good. He sat above him and grabbed him by the collar choking him a bit.

“Never forget you’re mine, Shy. If you want to live of course” he said letting his head hit the ground. He stood up grabbing him by the arm and threw him back to the cell.

“Dont you dare try to take off the shackles woman. Or you will have his corpse instead”

The man said going away.

Roahn looked at his body, and understood what had happened in those hours.

“Sh- Dimitri…?” Roahn held his face. He gave her a sad look. Roahn felt the cold metal of the shackles on her abdomen when she hugged him.

“Im sorry baby. Im sorry. Im so glad you’re back” she cried.

“C’mere” he said, Roahn stopped and Shy passed his linked arms to her back into a hug. “Dont cry, Roahn. Im ok” he said. His bruises were purple and enormous.

“We need to run away. We need to…”

“Yes we do. But we gotta wait. Can you wait?” He told her.

She doubted.

She didn’t want to wait.

But she said yes.

The twins were born. One after three minutes. Three minutes where Danae took the newborn on her arms.

Shy allowed it but in his heart he wanted to kill her.

The second baby was put into his arms. He saw him and started crying. He showed him to Roahn. And told her,

“For them. Soon”

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Destiny works in mysterious ways.

Their plan was to escape the week before Cal was put up for sale. Taking Kit and running away through the basements windows.

However the night was going down smoothly when suddenly, at the garden just beside the basement, one of the guards of the auction place beat Dimitri up and dragged them back with the baby twins on his coworkers arms.

Roahn was beaten up this time too.

When she woke up, Kit was with Danae screaming and crying loudly, as Dimitri was receiving a CPR. He came back to life but the medic guarded him for two months.

During this time, Cal was sold.

Layo told her how much.

50,000 euros.

That was how much their baby was worth.

During those nights, Roahn mourned her son. She wasnt allowed to see Kit. Or Dimitri.

She was alone. And she was desperate.

When Dimitri healed and a few scars were added to his face, he came back to her. And they hugged for their children had been stripped away from them.

But he promised this wouldn’t happen again. This time they would think it through.

And they would be free.

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pinkplantmakesstuff · 3 years

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Tearing Through Flesh

I FINALLY finished the Body Horror thing from the Halloween writing prompts! I reckon Alec’s transformations are horrific, he hates it and it hurts. He probably partially transforms quite a bit in the future and shifts between this and being mostly human, as his powers grow and he tries to bury his distress and magic down deeper til he can’t any more it happens more regularly, but I reckon this was the first time it happened. (Or something like this anyway) Also Im bad at proof reading so uhh, there is prolly gonna be some WEIRD sentences (And maybe repeating ones oops) Warning for Body Horror/Grotesque stuff?

Losing his arm hadn’t hurt when it happened. It had been violent and bloody but the adrenaline pumping through his veins and the threat of Mordremoth had kept him from even properly registering that it had been torn off. No, the pain happened afterwards, where his necromantic magic weaved its way across his flesh and the veins filled with elder magic pulsed their way to the surface in an attempt to knit the wound back together. The darkened skin and thin tendrils spreading across the stump served as a stark reminder that he wasn’t human.

Alec wouldn’t have even said it had been the most painful injury he’d ever received, but it had certainly been one of the most memorable, and definitely the one that nearly threw his life into complete disarray.

Now however, losing his arm paled in comparison to the pain and terror he felt now. He had thought losing the arm had been awful, but as he felt the skin on his stump split, and the sinew and tendons pulse and push their way through the now gaping flesh, he realised this was far, far worse.

A deep throb settled at the base of his horns as he staggered forward, good arm braced against the wall in an attempt to steady himself. The ache was deep, as if it originated in his very skull and he swore he could feel his head growing heavier. Before he could begin to contemplate what was happening to the short nubs people called horns, a piercing pain in his stump caused him to focus back on that.

The mass of tendons and meat were beginning to form what could only be described as a twisted idea of an arm, speared through by a jagged bone. He could only watch in abject horror as the flesh shifted before his very eyes; it was a dark, mottled grey streaked through with violent purple and covered in what looked to Alec, like closed eyelids. It continued to grow and grow, the once jagged bone splitting into a clawed mockery of his previous hand, before being enveloped in the dark, veiny skin. The constant tearing pain was almost enough to make him pass out.

And then he tasted copper. His hand, if you could call it that, flew up to his mouth, and when he pulled it away again black blood coated his finger tips. He tried to cry out but as he did his mouth tore, jagged teeth tearing through his lips and splitting his jaw. As he let out a strangled whimper and looked back at his arm, the strange marks moved. And opened. All at once he could see more then he should, the flood of different angles and images washed over him and he realised the strange lines had in fact, been eyes.

It was as if a wall had been broken, panic flooded through him and he crashed forward, hands only just catching himself before he hit the ground completely. He didn’t know when he started crying but the tears that pooled on the floor mixed with the blood from his mangled maw, creating a dark wet puddle that reflected a beast back at him. The sobs that racked his body only worsened the agony in his jaw. The pain was all-encompassing now, and the weight of his head made it difficult for him to even keep himself elevated. Unaware to him his horns had grown into huge, curving monstrosities, weighing him down.

Underneath the panic and fear, was something else, something darker, something he’d been trying to bury deep inside himself. As his body convulsed the feeling grew, and he realised that despite the pain, he was angry. More than angry. He was furious.

#gw2 writing #gw2 #body horror #gore #Alec shadowdancer #mine #im sorry alec ;;#body horror tw #gore tw

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yeeharley · 4 years

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8 and 11 for Halloween prompts please🥺

Of course, dear! I really hope you like it!

8: came to investigate someone screaming next door

11: dog chased me up a tree when I tried to knock on the door

Isn’t it a major Halloween faux pas to follow the sound of extremely loud, shrill, terrifying screaming and find out what it is?

That feels like a bad idea. It feels like the moment a clown jumps out of the bushes and chops your head out. It feels like Harley is about to die a bloody and horrible death.

But it also feels like he really wants to know who’s making that awful noise, so. Onwards and upwards.

Armed with a baseball bat from his little league days and an amount of trepidation that could kill a horse, Harley creeps out of his apartment and closes the door behind him as quietly as he can. The screaming is quieter, further in between (which probably isn’t great).

The sound of a dog barking has joined it.

Don’t the Robertsons have a dog? A german shepard?

Yeah, they do.

Is the Robertsons’ dog mauling somebody to death?

Maybe, Harley thinks, creeping along the boundary of bushes between his house and his neighbors’, baseball bat still slung over his shoulder and gripped between white knuckles.

He would rather not have to hit a dog. He’s always liked them, but if someone is being actively attacked, he’s probably going to have to.

Abby would kill him if she found out.

She’ll have to never find out.

There aren’t many trick-or-treaters out anymore, which is probably a good thing considering the amount of attention screaming on Halloween would draw.

Harley crosses the yard, bare feet crunching against short-cropped grass, and makes his way around the driveway. The barking is louder now, more frequent.

And there it is.

Yeah, it’s the Robertsons’ german shepherd (Gertrude, he thinks, but it could also be Giselle or something else that starts with a ‘g’. Probably Gertrude).

“What’ve you got?” Harley shouts, breaking into a light jog as Gertrude comes into view. She’s barking up the side of a tree, one paw set against its trunk, jaws moving quickly to reveal really sharp teeth (dear God, that’s terrifying).

There’s another shout from the canopy of the tree. Then, “Hey, would you mind helping us get down?”

A boy’s voice, lower than that of the screams. So there are… two people in the tree?

Okay. Okay, he can deal with this.

Harley reaches down to grab Gertrude by the collar and pulls her back, gritting his teeth as she tries to move closer. She’s big, strong, but not as strong as him. He’s able to pull her back to the house and attatch her leash (she must’ve gotten off of it) to the doorknob before turning back and peering up at the top of the tree.

Just as he’d guessed, there are two people clinging to the slim branches. One is a little girl in a Spider-Man costume- sans mask- with teary eyes and a bag of candy clutched between her little fists.

The other is a boy who looks to be around Harley’s age. He’s not dressed in a costume, just a pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt, and his curly hair droops down around his eyes as he peers down at Harley with a nervous grin on his face.

“Uh- hey,” The boy says, freeing up one of his hands to wave. “Can you help us out?”

The little girl chokes out another sob, gripping the boy- her brother, maybe- like he’s her only lifeline.

“Yeah, I got you.” Harley drops the bat to the dewy grass, shaking his hands out before stretching his arms up above his head. He can reach just shy of the girl’s feet, but it’s high enough for the boy to lower her into his grip.

The minute she can, she wraps her arms around Harley’s neck and attatches herself to him like a little monkey. He chuckles and bends down so her feet, clad in light-up sneakers, can reach the ground.

“I’ve gotta get your brother down now, okay?” He says gently, before nodding at her bag of candy. “Eat some of that while I help ‘im.”

She nods eagerly and digs into the bag with relish, fear clearly forgotten. “Thanks, mister.”

Main problem taken care of, Harley turns back to the boy in the tree and tilts his head, trying to figure out how in the world he’s supposed to do this. He can’t weigh that much if the branches can hold him, which is good, but he’s still just a little bit too far above Harley’s head for this to be easy.

“What’s your name?” Harley calls up, neck craning uncomfortably.

The boy blinks, bites his lip. “Peter Parker. That’s Morgan.”

Sounds familiar, but he can’t seem to place it.

“Alright, Peter.” God, this is hard. “Uh- can you come down a little so I can reach you?”

Peter grits his teeth, shakes his head. “I, uh, don’t think so?”

“You’re stuck?”

“In a way.” He shrugs before reaching up to grip the branch above his head.

“Think you could jump?” Harley asks, spreading his arms wide like he’s about to catch something. “I won’t drop you if you do.”

From the way Peter’s face pales, he’s not exactly fond of that idea. Nontheless, he swallows convulsively and nods, staring down at Harley like he’s his saving grace.

There’s a nasty scrape on the side of his face. It’s dripping blood into his eyebrow. Looks painful.

“Alright,” Harley says quietly, carefully. “Go ahead and jump. I’ll catch you- promise.”

He sees the minute Peter’s legs tense. He swings out, eyes clenched shut, and drops neatly from the treetop into Harley’s arms (he really doesn’t weigh that much, so it isn’t terribly difficult).

There’s a pair of arms around his neck and a pair of eyes fixed on his, glimmering with something akin to surprise. Harley stares, dumbfounded, as Peter tilts his head slightly to one side and makes absolutely no effort to get down.

He’s awfully cute.

Even with the steady trail of blood making its way down to his eyelid.

“You’re bleeding,” Harley mutters.

“Scraped my face on the tree when I was trying to get her up.”

Absently, he reaches up to brush his thumb over Peter’s eyebrow, wincing as the boy hisses and blinks rapidly. “You alright?”

He shrugs, eyes fixed on the red that stains Harley’s finger. “I think so.”

Harley stands there, still holding Peter securely in his arms, transfixed by the pink color of his lips, until there’s a quiet cough and a hand tugging at his pants.

“You got candy at your house, mister?” Morgan asks impatiently, staring up at him and showing off the little spider insignia painted onto her right cheek. “You gonna put Petey down?”

Harley chokes out a strangled laugh and sets down Peter as quickly as he can, leaning down to pick up his baseball bat. Peter brushes himself off, cheeks faintly pink, before turning to look down at Morgan.

“He’s done enough, Morg,” he says gently. “I think it’s time we go ahead-”

“Yeah, I’ve got candy,” Harley says. Smiles and jerks his head at his own house. “And first-aid supplies. You shouldn’t walk back with your head bleeding like that.”

If it’s possible, Peter’s face seems to get even redder. “I couldn’t impose on you like that-”

“It’s not an imposition if I invite you.”

Morgan laughs, high and clear, before attatching herself firmly to Harley’s leg and looking imploringly up at Peter. “He’s got candy!”

It’s obvious that he can’t say no to her; Harley recognizes that- he’d felt the same way about Abby when she’d still lived with him. Peter nods slowly, the corner of his lips curling up, before he reaches down and slips his hand into Harley’s.

Oh.

Oooooooh, okay.

Harley leads the siblings (maybe?) back to his house, head turned away from Peter to hide his smile, before depositing his bat beside the front door and leading Morgan to the stash of candy under his kitchen sink. She happily starts to fill her bag, stuffing handfuls of candy into her pockets and under the neck of her suit.

He loves kids. God, he loves them.

When Morgan’s happily occupied, Harley sits Peter down at the counter before pulling his first ait kit out and digging through it for butterfly bandages, alcohol, and cotton pads. He perches on one of the stools a foot or so away, leaning in slowly and dabbing at the cut as gently as he possibly can.

Peter still hisses and grits his teeth, but he doesn’t move, allowing Harley to finish his work and tape the bandages over the cut, holding it closed. The bleeding has pretty much stopped at this point, only a slow drip of red, and Harley leans back with a satisfied hum.

“Thanks,” Peter murmurs, reaching up to poke at his forehead. “I appreciate all your help.”

“No problem,” Harley says. He packs up the kit, closes it, and pushes it aside.

He does impulsive, possibly stupid things all the time.

This might be one of the most impulsive and stupid of them all.

He grabs a pen off of the counter, pulls a napkin out of the nearest drawer, and scribbles down his number before pressing it into Peter’s hand.

“Text me when you get back to wherever you’re supposed to be goin’,” he says with a smile. “So I know you got back safe.”

Peter nods and grins back at him, folding the napkin into fourths and shoving it into his pocket.

“Thanks.”

Thirty minutes after they’ve left, Harley’s phone vibrates twice in his jacket pocket. His stomach erupts into butterflies as he pulls it out and reads through the messages, eyes wide, a warm feeling growing in his chest.

hey it’s peter? we got back safe so

also i was wondering if you’d maybe want to get coffee with me sometime? totally fine if you don’t but i figured i might as well pay you back

Harley blinks, biting his lip. He feels like a lovesick teenager about to go on his first date- is that a date? That could totally be a date, right?

Yeah, I’d really like that. You free Saturday?

absolutely.

#silver-bubbles' fanfic #prompt #request #blurb #peter parker #harley keener #peter parker x harley keener #parkner #keenker #harleypeter #morgan stark #cute #halloween #halloween prompt #ask

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deadpuppetboi · 4 years

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count the ways !

Oh, here I go, making edgy stuff again-

It wasn't suspected, really, it wasn't.

Millie got a buzz from her phone, just as she did she immediately felt a wave of dread wash over her as she picked it out of her pocket and looked at the message.

It’s here. Get out.

Millie looked over at the crowds of people around her, she was suddenly dizzy, turning around left and right, up and down to have to see where he was. It was that anxiety she had that wouldn't let her go and the only other person that would be the girl that clung onto her wrist and dragged her out of the crowd. Hannah took Millie away and sat her down on a random bench, her free hand on her phone she immediately texted the group chat.

Where is it?!

Around the corner, it's getting closer, nearby the Ferris wheel.

Hannah looked up from her phone, beyond the many arrays of people she saw the all too familiar black top hat floating around people’s heads. The sudden laughter reaching far and wide was already the topping point, the 14-year-old huffed as she grabbed Millie’s arm and ran off with her towards the other side of the carnival. Millie was tripped over herself, the tears that ran down her face clouded her vision as Hannah guided her towards safety.

’For once, this fucking thing couldn't handle this day out of all days to have to leave her alone?!’

Hannah thought, stopping by a corn maze, she thought twice before a booming voice echoed in the crowd.

”I HeArD Th-tHErE WaS A B-biRtHdAy gIrL SoMeWhErE Ar-ROuNd hErE!!!”

Shit!

Another buzz, Hannah didn't look at the text but she just gave the seemingly bored teenager a bunch of tickets and ran into the maze. Millie went along, her hands wrapped tightly around the other’s arm, she heaved in agony as they both ran off. They didn't know where they were going and honestly, this wasn't even a good idea, but it was the only way to have to confuse this thing and get out of here safely.

They made a somewhat dead end and an open pathway towards another path when Hannah checked her phone.

What the fuck are you doing?!

Hannah bit her bottom lip.

Doing something stupid.

There was an echoing laugh from afar that made Millie whimper.

And smart, just go to the Ferris Wheel, call me or text me, I don't care, just guide me and Millie out without that thing seeing us.

Hannah turned off her phone and buried it deep into her pocket, she looked at Millie for a moment before she turned around and ran with her. She honestly didn't know where she was going and she was terrible at mazes, but this was the first thing she could think of. She turned two rights and one left before her phone buzzed, she hid behind a patch of corn before she looked at it.

I'm on the Ferris Wheel, I'm about to go up, Brooke will be by the maze wither by the end or start to see you guys.

Hannah raised her glasses up to her face, she noticed for a moment that Millie was looking over her shoulder to read the text. She gulped, even if the text was a signal of hope it still meant that they had a long way to go before the could really make it out alive.

”Don’t worry, we just have to lose him in here and when the coast is clear we leave, just not through the corn, he might hear us and get to us quickly.”

Millie sniffed as she dried up the tears from her eyes, she wanted to say something but the clash of metal footsteps made her instantly shut up.

”I K-NoW YOu’rE A-RoUnD HErE S-OmEwHeRe! C-OmE ON OUt!”

That sounded close, too close.

Hannah ran off again, Millie on her trail as they took as many turns and twists as they could get. Hannah’s phone buzzed right when Millie’s own did as well, Millie checked her phone with Hannah leading the way.

”Dylan said to take two rights and go straight ahead.”

Hannah nodded and did what she was told, unexpectedly passing by a few passersby who looked confused by the two teenagers running for their lives. It didn't matter, what mattered more was getting out of this corn maze and getting the Hell out of here alive and well. The sound of the metal footsteps were nearby, God knows how far this maze stretched but Hannah wasn't taking anything for granted and did what Dylan was texting.

Another buzz, two buzzes.

”Stop, he's close, go left.”

Hannah tool a sharp turn left, no doubt making poor Millie almost trip herself in the process but by now they had to get used to this.

Another round of laughter.

”W-HeRe a-rE Y-Ou t-wO?! I J-UsT W-AnT T-O G-IvE T-T-ThE B-IrThDaY G-IrL H-Er b-iG B-IrThDaY S-UrPrIsE G-IfT!”

Counting Millie’s last birthday gift being a broken leg no one was taking a chance to have to think this one was any good. Hannah was about to take a right until she saw a glimmer of white from the corner of her eye, she gasped and turned the other way.

Another buzz came from the teenager's phones, Millie checked her phone and gasped, pushing Hannah farther forward, now she was taking the lead. Hannah didn't have enough time to comprehend why when she looked behind her, the image of the white and purple bear running towards them was coming fast, his footsteps not missing a single beat as he laughed his obnoxious laugh. He was close, so very close, close enough for his very hand-only hand to have to grab at Hannah’s braid if it wasn't for Millie yanking the girl towards the right and for the bear to crash against the corn stalks.

Hannah finally gasped, her breath held in for a long that it hurt finally brought her back to reality. She looked towards Millie as she turned three rights and a sudden left, finally pausing to catch her breath. The two teens caught their breath a bit, just for a few seconds as they looked down at their phones. Dylan had texted them multiple times on where to go, a lot of the messy and in upper caps but it all ended up in.

The ride is about to end for me, just go ahead three rights and four lefts and you should make it out.

Hannah held her breath as there was a sudden wave of dread that hung over her, Millie caught wind of this a second earlier so she grabbed the other teen’s wrist and pulled her away. They took three rights and four lefts without fail, no mistake whatsoever but they suddenly paused. With their eyes widening and the air getting sucked into their lungs they crossed a dead end.

It didn't make any sense, Dylan had to know where the end was, this had to be a mistake!

Unless he types anything wrong or maybe his glasses we're overdue which they could be, the teen girls felt their throat tighten up as they saw the sign hanging to the corn.

You made it to the end, congratulations, now you just need to find a way out!

Bullshit! This was complete bullshit!

Hannah turned around to have to run off but Millie was stuck on her two feet, her legs shaking and tears running down her face it took a moment before Hannah saw it too. The bear, with it’s splitting faceplates, glowing blue eyes, and it's ever so damning height overtook the teenagers as it giggled in excitement.

”I F-fOuNd y-oU...”

It took one step.

Millie was already sobbing, hiding her face in Hannah’s sweater the poor teen could only stand there and watch.

Another step.

”oH, i-t's t-iMe, I-T'S T-ImE, o-h, I-T'S A-LrEaDy t-iMe f-fOr t-t-tHe s-uRpRiSe!”

The creature giggled, it's faceplates moving about in excitement as it got closer, the two teen girls stepped away slowly right up until they hit the corn behind them. The bear giggled again, raising its nub like arm up, the sudden wrapping and twists came alive and out came a metallic hand from it. Hannah didn't have time to question it before it reached over its own stomach and then opened its hatch.

It was dark from the inside, the wires and metal plates weren't comprehensible from the full moon above or even by the lights at all. Hannah noticed Millie look up a little from her sweater only to whimper and look down again, trembling so hard that Hannah too was trembling with her.

”tHeRe’s r-oOm f-fOr o-OnE M-OrE P-ErSoN I-N T-HeRe, Y-Ou knOw, N-OtHiNg b-bUt a f-eW P-OpS ANd t-TwIsTs a-rOuNd y-oUr bOnEs t-o m-aKe t-hAt h-HaPpEn, R-IgHt?!”

It laughed again, getting so close that t finally reached over not towards Hannah but to Millie.

”ThE B-bIrThDaY GIrL A-aLwAyS G-gOeS FIrSt!”

There was a scream right after, not from Millie, not from Hannah, but from the bear itself.

It immediately flung into hysterics, it's whole body convulsing violently with sudden shocks until it finally fell down to the ground, stomach still open and eyes dimmed to a dull black.

Both Hannah and Millie looked up in pure confusion until the sight of a blond-headed girl greeted them, her pose strong and brave she held a tase gun in her hands. Brooke gave another shock towards the mechanical bear, making it convulse all around again until she felt satisfied enough to have to bring the case right back and put the case on it for safety. The two teens were still in shock, both their eyes and mouths hung open before Brooke finally spoke up.

”See, I told you carrying a taser around would be handy!”

Both the girls ran over to Brooke and hugged her tightly, making her give a small laugh and hug them back. The three girls instantly ran off through the corn, pushing away what they could to finally get out of there and see where Dylan was. Dylan was parked up on bike by the parking lot, he looked so relieved to have to see everyone alive and well.

The four teens then exchanged hugs before they finally went off towards Dylan’s house, Brooke on Dylan’s bike, and Millie on Hannah’s, they all rode off into the night.

A movie night was a better way to celebrate tonight anyways...

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf novel #fnaf novels #fnaf book #fnaf books #funtimes #funtime freddy #fnaf funtime freddy #fnaf millie #fnaf dylan #fnaf hannah #fnaf brooke harrison #millie fitzsimmons #this is what happens when I love a story too much and I ramble about to for too long #yay for edge

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izukult · 5 years

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the stages of mourning △ {p.p}

warnings / i’m SORRY ok this is sad bitch hours. angst, swearing, death death death, kinda vividish descriptions of death!! she says fuck like 8009482849293929 times

summary / he couldn’t come home every time.

word count / 5.5k (i POPPED off)

notes / PROMISE i give it a somewhat tranquil ending i’m sorry. also please read this it took me so long i put so much TIME INTO THIS. ALSO I COULDNT FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO THE READ MORE THING BC IM STUPID AND I FORGOT IM SO SORRY @ EVERYONE WHO DOESNT READ THIS PLS DONT HATE ME

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denial

when you watched peter parker die, you pinched the skin on the back of your hand; you almost believed it was a nightmare because the physical pain was drowned out by the sight before you.

“peter- peter listen to me, hey-” your knees scraped on the cement of the road, small patches of your blood sliding onto the ground, melding into peters. “hey, it’s me. it’s y/n.” your hand was shaky as it came into contact with his shoulder, “it’s y/n.” you slowly pulled off his mask, grimacing at the discoloration of his face. his breathing was slow, heavy, as he looked at you. you could tell he was struggling with trying to close his mouth, and right when he did, he immediately coughed, gagging and spitting blood onto your torso.

“‘m sorry,” you shook your head, bottom lip quivering.

“no- no, pete, it’s okay. don’t be sorry. it’s okay,” your other hand came under his head, lifting him up slightly and cradling him like a newborn. “you’re okay.”

he smiled, as much as he could, and his eyes lazily scanned the area around you. he looked at the rubble and the indented car and other such mayhem around him. “did we do it? did i do it?” you nodded, clearing your throat to cover a sob.

“you did it, pete. you always do it.”

“spiderman always does it.” he grinned, wincing and shutting his eyes as tight as he could. the gashes on his stomach almost seemed protruding and he had marks of purple from previous encounters of asphyxiation. he clearly had broken ribs, and from the way it was bent, you could tell his left leg was broken. you didn’t look at that, though. instead, you looked at the way his hair still parted perfectly itself.

“no. no, you did it. peter parker did it.” he lifted a hand, almost pathetically, and lightly squeezed your arm.

“always did it for you,” and your heart wrenched. you let out a bark of a sob, your breathing becoming rapid. you wanted to close your eyes, rest your forehead on peters shoulder like you had so many times before, but you made sure to keep looking at him. looking at how he breathed, how his eyes held so much light even as he was dimming. you swiped your thumb over his cheekbone, smearing blood that had formed at another of his miscellaneous cuts.

“oh, sweet, sweet peter parker.” you remember that your voice was a hoarse whisper. at the time, it felt like that was all you could get out. you couldn’t speak louder or you would both shatter. at this point, people were gathering. to your disinterest, cameras were pointed. and, typically, you would’ve stopped them but right then all you could do was look at peter. “i love you so, so much.” and he smiled, he smiled that signature peter parker grin, clad with slightly broken teeth and a crinkle at his eyes. and then he convulsed. and his breathing sounded like hiccups and then it sounded like nothing and the brown of his eyes was almost a gray and they wouldn’t stop staring at you.

“peter-” you felt your heart stop, for just a second. your eyes widened, and you moved both your hands to his shoulders immediately. “peter, hey, peter-” you shook him, his corpse, slightly. “peter, please-.” and the sobs started to wrack your body again. you heard natasha’s gasp faintly over the pounding of your head, and you were sure tony had tried to pull you back but you jerked forward, back to the boy you loved.

“peter, please- please close your eyes, peter.” you shook him a little more, your wheezes erratic and your teeth chattering against each other. “peter, close your fucking eyes. this isn’t funny.” but he didn’t. he didn’t and you knew he wouldn’t. your shriek was louder than the commotion of everything around you.

“no.” your shook your head, maneuvering your arms under his back. “no no no-.” you lifted him up and regretted it as you caught a glimpse of what used to be him fall into the cracks of the ground from his stomach. you turned your head to the side, away from peter parker’s broken, perfect figure, and wretched until you were just dry heaving and sobbing and you didn’t know what was your blood and what was his but your tears were mixing into it. “no, you- you’re-.”

tony grabbed you again, gently trying to guide you from peter- from your peter.

“kid, you-.” you snapped your head to him, tears stains on your now pale skin. “he’s gone.”

“no. no!” you glared at him and you knew you shouldn’t talk to tony fucking stark like that but you didn’t care. “he’s fine. shut the fuck up.” you still held your broken boy in your hands as you looked at tony. “he promised- he-.” your body ruptured into sobs again.

“he said after this we’d- we’d just go home and watch- he promised we’d go to the compound and have a normal fucking night and this wouldn’t be a big fucking deal.” your eyes were wild and your face was scrunched. nothing about you was beautiful in this moment. “he promised.”

“i’m sorry.” never had you seen tony so deflated; never had you seen a town so deflated. suddenly, the air felt different, and the world felt darker. there was no more peter parker to light it anymore.

you turned back to him and sucked in a breath. “oh, pete,” you kissed his forehead, moving to each of his temples. you pressed three soft, pure kisses on his cheeks and nose, letting his blood become a lipstick that he had said was his favorite shade on you. when you kissed him, finally, his lips were starting to cool. they were chapped, as always, but they didn’t have the warmth and energy he radiated. this time, when you kissed him, his hands didn’t move your hair or rest on your waist, but they stayed down. this time, when you kissed him, there was none of him pulling back red and breathless just to look at you. this time, when you kissed him, there was nothing. your forehead pressed with his and your tears gave him the warmth that he was missing. “you promised.”

anger

you littered your body with bruises to match those that peter had; learned all the defenses that could’ve saved him.

handling peters death wasn’t something you we exactly doing. your body was weak; holding out on meals, drinking nothing but caffeine, and overworking daily.

you’d grown accustomed to falling asleep under the pressure of peters arm. you listened to his heartbeat instead of music- once you’d joked that since he was attuned to your heart you should memorize the tune of his-, and used his body heat as a blanket. now, when you closed your eyes, your body was too cold and too hot. now, when you closed your eyes, you saw how blank he became. now, when you closed your eyes, you remembered beating the almost defeated doctor octavius until he followed peter. now, when you closed your eyes, you felt the horror you’d felt when you realized you’d killed him.

your jaw was clenched, teeth grating against each other. your eyes were slits, glaring at the black clad bag. you lifted your hands in a right, left, right formation before following with two immediate left jabs. you stopped taping your hands the day after peter died. you let the sand in the bag crack your skin, push your knuckles inwards, bend your fingers slightly and never cried about it. you never cried. after the first night, you didn’t shed tears unless there was other water for them to blend with.

you hadn’t spoken much about him after that day, besides at his funeral. there was no one who knew peter parker as well as you, and it only felt right for the person he had loved the most to say a few words. and that’s what you did. you said a few words. because, honestly, you could talk about peter parker for hours. you could talk about the way his hands were calloused everywhere except his palms, or how when he laughed his right eye shut more than his left one. you could talk about how he once talked about the flaws of the back to the future trilogy for eighteen minutes and then rebutted his own argument for twenty six minutes. you could talk about how it took him twice as long to fall asleep on his back than it did on his stomach or every difference between his varied tone of voice. you could talk about how he carried the world on his shoulders and still let other people take the credit. but you would not talk about his fall, or his failure. you knew he wasn’t to be spoken about in such a manner, so you uttered as little as you could about his death.

you left his funeral early. after everyone found out he was spiderman, you were getting constantly bombarded with apologizes and praise. peter parker couldn’t even be a regular boy in his own death, and you felt the ceremony was too public.

you couldn’t bare to see him buried, either. part of you, all of you, was still hoping this was a big misunderstanding. that your boy would run to you, wrap you in his arms, pick you up, kiss you, tell you it was okay and that he was there. when you started to understand that he wasn’t coming back, when the shock started to wear off, you changed- your heart filled with more malice than it had before, and every time you touched something you felt that it should break under you. you were angry.

you punched the bag a few more times, throwing your all into in a rhythmic dance before your infuriation started to bubble over again. you hit it with improper form, spontaneously and full of rage. you felt your thumb turn backwards but you pushed farther, letting the sound of the bone cracking mix in with the dull sound of the leather. your vision blurred and you yelled, hitting it more with your fists vertical now, until you were pulled back and wrapped into someone’s arms.

you heaved, looked down, saw the gore from your finger stain their shirt, and pushed them away from you. you didn’t say a word as you panted, let your vexation deflate slightly and stared at the wall past the person.

“kid,” you jerked your neck, your eyes meeting tony’s. you silently, desperately, willed him not to say what you knew he’d say next. “you’ve got to stop, this isn’t good for you.” you swallowed slow, the burning of your throat- the sting of soreness- reminded you that you were alive and peter was not. “he wouldn’t want you to do this.”

and you laughed. at first it was just an exhale, a sarcastic ‘fuck you’ of air, but then it evolved. it turned into a full bodied laugh, your back leaning down in a terrible posture with your arm positioned on your stomach. you stumbled forward, used tony for support, as your chuckling stopped. there had been no sign of a smile on your face. you were eye level with tony, and you kept your hand on him as you looked at him directly.

“don’t tell me what peter would’ve fucking wanted.” your tone was harsh and you pushed yourself away from him- or more him away from you- and your vision glossed over.

“he wouldn’t want this, y/n.” your eye twitched slightly before you closed them both altogether.

“you know what he wanted, tony?” you took a step toward him, “he wanted to impress you.” you pressed your finger into his chest. “he wanted to be good enough for you,” you couldn’t get rid of the scowl on your face. “he was fine as the kid in the fucking pajamas. he was fucking happy.” your voice broke, and you cleared your throat, which seemed to be a common habit now.

“you did this to him. you brought him into stuff he wasn’t fucking ready for.” you knew it was cruel. you knew tony already stomached some of the blame. but you stood tall and clenched your hand into a fist, even your broken thumb, your eyes looking into his, almost challenging him.

“you need to get some sleep,” you scoffed.

“running away from your problems again, stark? how many people have you fucking killed, besides peter?” tony didn’t say anything. he didn’t snap at you, he didn’t apologize, and, more than that, you noticed he didn’t have any hint of emotion on his face.

“it should’ve been you, or at least me.” your breathing was hallow and you turned your torso, your legs still planted and threw a hard punch, wincing at the contact, before turning back to him. “but this stupid fucking team of egoists who think they’re better than every other goddamn person took a fucking child- he was just a child- and made him do their fucking work.” you exhaled through your nose, another quiet laugh spilling from your lips.

“you killed him! all of you did.” after you screamed the first sentence, tears started to pool in your eyes. it was the first time you’d cried in front of someone since you lost peter. you took a step closer and maintained eye contact as you spat on the mat near his feet. “and all of us are going to hell for it.” you walked past him, towards the door, and left past traces of your hands on the punching bag to rot.

“peter idolized you. he lost his life for you, so the least you could do is have a little fucking respect and not act like you know what he would’ve wanted for me.”

bargaining

peter used to joke about how good of a lawyer you’d make when you argued, and the thought consumed you for about six days.

“come on, strange,” you pleaded. his arms were crossed, and he hadn’t even bothered to dignify you with a glance.

“no,” you groaned, your eyes rolling. you were still on edge- still at snapping point, still broken- but you had been focusing your energy into an attempt to bring peter back. you had been surrounded with superheroes and magic all your life so you’d figured there was bound to be someone who could tinker with necromancy.

“i’m just asking you one favor-” stephen stopped moving and turned to look at you. even though his face was blank, he had the evident dr. strange ‘not-in-the-mood-for-your-shit’ aura.

“a favor? you’re asking me to bring someone back from the dead. not only does that go against every one of my teachings as a doctor, but it could also completely obliterate this universe’s timeline.”

“obliterate it? really?” you had disbelief in your eyes which glazed over the hope you were trying to hide.

“yes!” stephen brought his arms to his sides. “peter’s dead.” his tone softened slightly, his sympathy wrapping around your shoulders like a blanket. “i’m sorry.”

you exhaled, shrugging your shoulders, and trying to stop yourself from acknowledging the pressure that formed at your waterline. “no, don’t be. you’re right. he’s just dead.” you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“if you’re not going to help me, i’ll find someone who will.” you hadn’t been able to get any progress on the whole ‘zombie parker operation’. you’d tried everything from lab tests to pleading with some aliens- who tried to kill you shortly after.

you’d never been an overly religious person. you didn’t go to church every week and you didn’t pray before every meal. after seeing all the things you saw, watching people get murdered and assaulted and the people who attack just for the laugh, you got weary with the idea that a god could be real.

at peters funeral, you didn’t show a hint of emotion at the ‘he’s in a better place now’ comments or the ‘god took him to rest with his family’ notion. while it was a nice thought, you felt that peter parker resided in the spot on the street where his soul left him. in your mind, peter lived on through the kisses he’d left on your cheeks and the echo of his laugh through the compound at three am.

after everything, you could only assume god was dead. but, desperate times call for desperate measures.

you’d wound up in peter’s untouched room. your eyes glazed over with a mist and a wet breath fell in sync with a tear. you walked over to his dresser, the rustic wood covered in an array of random shit that peter just couldn’t clean, and looked at the stack of pictures he had of you and him, or just you. your finger traced over the print of his hair; you don’t know how long you held the photo, but when the tears started to slide off of it- form puddles on the lamination-, you placed it back down. you moved to his bed, sat down and inhaled the scent of his pillows.

you looked up at the ceiling peter had definitely tried to do tricks off of. “god?” you cleared your throat. you felt stupid, childish, trying to talk to something you never worshipped before. “hi, uh, it’s me.” your voice was saturated with tears, thick with saliva, but you chose to ignore it. “i know i’ve- i don’t really- i don’t really necessarily do all the things you’re supposed to do when- uh- that you want me to do, i guess.”

you bit your cheek, clenching the cotton of peters pillowcase. “so, if you’re real, i don’t know why you’d do anything for me. i’m not- i’m not really a good person.” you shut your eyes tight, bringing your knees up to your chin. “but peter? peter was good. as good as you, if not better. all he wanted was to help people- he died helping people- he died.” you shook your head, your eyes opening and glancing back at the popcorn material of the roof.

“if you’re real, if you’re hearing this, i beg you. please, bring him back. somehow. please, just keep him safe, he just needs to be safe.” your voice cut off and you didn’t bother to try to bring it back up. you knew it was foolish, that this wasn’t how it worked, but you waited for a voice or for a sign. you don’t know how long you waited, or how long until any hope left your body. you don’t know how long it was until you fell asleep in peters sheets, staining the place you used to lay together with your tears. you don’t remember being covered in a blanket by tony or the looks of pity- empathy- from the other avengers. you don’t know anything else about what happened that night other than the fact that after that you knew peter was gone.

depression

when peter was out patrolling, you often stole his sweaters. the feeling was almost like he was giving you a warm hug, pressing into your skin lightly. after he died, you tried to pretend the little things were him as well.

it only took you about two weeks to go back to school. you knew you had to go back sometime, that just because one life stopped didn’t mean everything else did. people at school looked at you differently now. they gave a softer image to you, bit back every word to make sure it was okay to say. they held your tired eyes in their hands and tried to make sure you didn’t break.

you’d stopped eating, almost completely. unless someone forced you to eat, which sometimes you’d still denied, food was out of the picture for you. overall, your hygiene went down in general. you weren’t doing your homework, showers became less and less frequent and your biggest habit became sleep. so, school was a big step (so was stepping at all).

you sat at your desk next to michelle and ned. peters death hit them both pretty hard, but it didn’t seem to have the same effect as it had on you. all of your class, you’d try not to look over to the empty chair that peter parker used to sit in every day; and when you would look that way, one of them would squeeze your hand. they’d ground you enough so you didn’t float away. but with current circumstances, that was just enough.

flash approached you, clearing his throat and offering you a weak smile.

“hey,” you looked at him, eyes almost permanently stained red, and offered the closest thing you could to a welcoming grin.

“hey.”

“i- uh-” he paused. you could see him bite down on his bottom lip, which was slightly more chapped than peters used to be, watch as he pondered over his next sentence just as everyone else around you did.

“i- i like your sweater. it’s sick.” you didn’t need to look down at the sweater to know what he was talking about. your heart clenched, the fabric that slipped slightly past your finger tips suddenly starting to feel like it was trapping you.

“thanks, it was peter’s.” and there it was, in the open. it was peter’s. the lines of color on the gray sweater were fading and the star wars print had started to chip, but peter still wore it religiously around the compound. “i- i took it from him one day and just never gave it back. didn’t have the time.” the air felt thick. it was hard to swallow, even harder to come back out. you could see the regret on his face, the guilt and the pain.

“he- he was really- i’m- i feel bad. i treated him like shit.” he ran a quick hand through his hair and you nodded.

“you did. don’t worry, pete’s a forgiving soul.” you shrugged, placing a hand under your chin to still your jaw so your teeth wouldn’t chatter.

“he was a good dude.”

“yeah, he was.” you didn’t realize you’d started crying until you felt the warmth on your face. at this point, you hardly recognized when you cried. you felt almost blank, and when you weren’t you just missed him.

“alright, bud, that’s enough.” mj. she protected you, looked out for you, and she was going to end the conversation for you.

flash mumbled an apology, or maybe a condolence, and left back to his seat and you moved to wipe away the tears. mj placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing her thumb lightly to try to calm you.

“he didn’t mean anything by that. it’s just flash, yknow? he can’t tell a mome-”

“do you think i should’ve given him back his sweater?” your eyes were wide and the precipitation from them amplified their shine in an almost sick way.

“what?”

“peter. do you think he was mad i kept his sweaters?” your nerves started to build up and if you’d had the energy to hyperventilate you would’ve, instead your breaths just came out heavy and slow. “i could’ve done so much more, yknow?”

“hey,” she tried to cut you off, bring you out of the spiral you were falling into.

“no, i’m serious. i- i remember when i got this sweater. he’d just swung right out the window- no reason to hide the identity anymore, yknow? everyone knows- anyway, he’d just left and i already missed him so much. i was so fucking overdramatic.” the laugh that bubbled in your throat erupted as a sob and you felt so stupid for doing this in class but you were wearing peters sweatshirt and he wasn’t there to kiss your cheek or play with your hair or call you his pretty girl or anything and he’d never be there again so crying felt like an okay response.

“i always got so scared when he’d leave, that he’d end up dead and alone out there. he wasn’t alone, though. i was there- i was there and i couldn’t save him. i- i’d missed him so much and i loved this kid so fucking much and there was this stupid fucking sweater that smelled like old spice on steroids and i just- oh my god, i miss him so fucking much.” your breathing had quickened now and everyone was looking at you and you were just looking at the empty chair.

“i shouldn’t have taken his clothes. he’d always make jokes, maybe they weren’t jokes, about how pretty soon he’d have nothing to wear and i shouldn’t have taken his fucking stuff, i shouldn’t-” you paced yourself, letting out a single even breath.

“do you think he knew?” mj didn’t say anything. no one said anything. they just watched you. they felt your pain from your body, from the fabric. “think he knew how much i loved him?” you wiped the tears from your face once more. “god, i hope he did.”

“of course he did.” ned spoke up this time. you could hear his heart in his voice; you could hear everyone’s heart in their voice. queens had lost spiderman, midtown had lost peter parker, and you had lost your family. “you made it disgustingly obvious.” you forced out a laugh and turned your attention to ned, who cracked a smile at you. “it’s not your fault.” you looked at him and the guilt you’d placed behind poorly sewn cotton came bursting through the dam and ned knew you meant so much more.

“peter would never have thought it was your fault.”

“i know.”

“he knew what he was doing.”

“i know.”

“and he loved you so much while doing it.” and you did grin. your fingers closed around the end of the sleeves, and you looked down at the thing that most closely resembled the boy you loved.

“i know.” you were tired; everyone could see you were tired. so, when the two asked to take you to the nurses, no one disagreed. your feet were slow as you walked, your eyes barely bothered to stay open anymore, and you felt like you’d lost your personality in the cracks of the road that day. you knew you’d lost your soul there. when you were sitting on the makeshift bed in the health room, waiting for someone to pick you up, you closed your eyes and brought the hem of peter’s sweater up to your face. you breathed in, felt the tears fall again, and this time allowed them. your mouth didn’t move from a straight line and you felt almost a consistency of numbness but you imagined peter there next to you, telling you you were going to be just fine.

“i love you.” and you stayed like that until someone came for you.

acceptance

the one time peter tried to take you on a picnic, he had to go for his spiderman responsibilities. you weren’t mad, you ended up just looking at the city from the balcony when he came back, but you never got around to the task.

it had been 46 days since peter parker died. over a month since he’d said his last word, laughed his last laugh, kissed his last kiss. slowly, with time and so much pain, you were coming back to life.

you missed him every day, sometimes ignoring it was impossible and you’d break down- fall apart at the seems-, but you were getting better at holding yourself together.

you looked in the mirror, flattening your hair with a hand, pressing it down, and nodded a little. you looked at the outfit and huffed out a breath of air. “i think this was it,” you knew it was, you remembered the photos, but you still asked yourself. you informed someone you were leaving, where you were going, and made your way.

it was your first time visiting peters grave since his funeral. seeing the tombstone was almost too much for you.

Here Lies

PETER PARKER

August 10, 2001 - March 4, 2019

Beloved hero, nephew, and friend.

Long live Spiderman.

your breathing cut off as you read, and for a second you felt an anger at the last part, but you knew that was part of him. it was a big part of him, and of course it was going to be recognized. because it was still peter parker and peter parker was spiderman. you placed the basket down and crouched down to touch the stone.

“hey, pete.” you opened the basket and grabbed the flowers you’d had placed at the top, and left the handful of daisies you’d brought at the base of the marble. “i’m sorry it took me so long to come see you,” you could envision him saying it was okay, that he was just glad to see you at all, and you shook your head. you had to stop hiding in figments of him.

“i thought- i thought we could finally have that picnic?” you let out a quiet laugh, your hand tracing the lettering. “i wore the same outfit, brought the same food- made it the way you’d wanted it.” your exhales were choppy as you started to empty the basket and you whimpered slightly as tears started to fall again.

“i miss you so much, peter.” your eyes were closed, tears moving from your face to your neck, but a small smile tugged at your features. “i say that so often. i hope wherever you are, you’re happy now.” you moved and opened a cart of strawberries, grabbing one. “everyone at school misses you. everyone does.” you took a bite from the strawberry, swallowing it quickly as you remembered something.

“oh!” you wiped your mouth, rubbing the juice from the strawberry on your leg. “there’s a day for you now? like a remember spiderman day thing. there was a vigil, too, it was supposed to be really beautiful. i didn’t go- i couldn’t go.” even though he wasn’t there, even though you felt yourself breaking all over again, talking to him through dirt and stone made you feel the most natural and at home you’d felt since his death.

“saw flash weeping over you, man.” you finished that strawberry and let out a little laugh. “we all love you, parker. i’ve been checking up on may. so has happy, if ya know what i mean.” you laughed again. “sorry,” you played with your fingers, a nervous habit you’d had most of your teenage career.

“i hope we meet again, peter. i know we will.” and as you looked at this stone and all the other stones around, all the memories came back so strong. every moment you’d ever had with peter. you remembered the way he breathed late at night, every time he’d tripped while looking at you, all the stupid fights you’d had, and the dumb ways he’d apologized. every utterly domestic thing about peter came back and it was too little for him. it wasn’t enough to be his whole life. “i think you and me could’ve been forever.” you nodded, chewing the inside of your bottom lip. “in a way, i think we will be.”

you kept a hand on the stone. “you were worth the whole fucking world, peter.” you kissed the rock, which may have been gross but you didn’t really care at the moment. “i’ll think about you, always. i do think about you always.” you remembered how soft his face was under your hand or the way when you were sad he would hug you so tight and so strong. “you’ll always be my favorite boy.” how he looked at you like you were the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen every moment he saw you. “you’ll always be my favorite hero.” the way he gripped onto your hand when you were never. “i can’t wait to see you again.” you hoped that your tears wouldn’t have any help in the process of eroding the gravestone, but you knew tony would have it fixed if it had so much as a dent.

“i promise i’ll come by more often.” you meant it. you’d continue to come by, visits never getting less frequent. going there was your way of still being connected with him. you went at least once a week, always with a recap and thoughts of him. when you got older, you realized life was moving and you had to move with it. you’d still come by when you could, but visits seemed to hold to maybe once every month or every few months. but, you always thought of peter parker, at graduation, on your wedding day, when raising your children. you saw peter parker’s face in the beauty of the world and heard his laugh in music. and you thought of peter when your time finally came, when you were finally reunited with the boy you kept in your heart all your life.

but, in that moment, you just looked at the daisies and the food. “but, enough about that. let’s finally have this picnic, pretty boy.”

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