#''I had trouble pretending that it wasn't'' absolute ledge

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt, if you'd like...

"How do I get down from here?"

"Scared of heights?"

"More afraid of falling, but yeah."

Okay, I think I've got something!! I've been wanting to start writing Kate and Gia, anyway...

(I did cut out the first line of the prompt but it worked better for the scene)

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Content Warnings: Depiction of heights Word Count: 1.5k

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"Kate?"

"Hm?"

"You know my balance is shit, right?" She'd tried for humor, but humor didn't work so well when her voice wavered like a leaf in the breeze.

Gia took another hesitant step forward, curling the toes of her right foot into the concrete shelf below her as if she could cling to it like a gecko. Her left foot was much less helpful. Maybe if she had some flashy tech like she saw on TV...

No. She wouldn't go there. Flashy tech made her think of HYDRA, and that made the trembling worse. She'd stick with her safe, ordinary aluminum.

"You'll be fine. It's not as hard as it looks." Kate called back to her, already ten steps ahead, "And it's worth it, I promise."

She managed another step, forcing herself not to look down. She couldn't tell which was worse: the moment where she stepped with her right foot and all her weight was briefly put on her prosthetic, where she couldn't feel the security of the concrete below her, or the way she had to shift her hips to get her other leg caught up and momentarily lost the wall at her back.

This was, in no uncertain terms, a terrible fucking idea.

Gia shuffled along, trying to urge herself just a little faster so she could catch up with Kate ahead of her. Instead, the toe of her prosthetic caught the concrete funny - she wasn't sure if that was a rough patch on the ledge or just her own lack of kinesthesia - and her balance lurched.

The ground veered and loomed below her, apartment windows glinting like the eyes of wolves seen deep in the forest. Her breath caught in her throat, and she threw her weight back hard enough that her spine slammed into the wall behind her. Her heart thundered in her ears, so fast it made her a little dizzy.

Her fingers scraped at the wall behind her, about the only thing still holding her upright. This was why she didn't leave the house. This was why she especially didn't go climbing along the skyline a hundred feet up, with only one good leg and absolutely zero climbing skills, following a woman whose principal skill was getting herself into trouble...

Gia fixed her eyes on the sky, forcing a breath through her seizing lungs. It helped a little. The sky never really changed, she thought. It always looked the same distance away. She could almost pretend she was still on the ground.

"G? You okay?"

She shook her head, still clinging to the wall with everything she had.

"Scared of heights?" Kate's voice had grown a lot closer, but Gia couldn't bring herself to pull her eyes away from the clouds above her.

"More- more afraid of falling," she stammered, having to chew the words like a tough hunk of gristle just to get them past her throat, "But yeah."

And what would happen if you did fall, hm? a voice reminded her, way off in the back of her mind, You'd scare the shit out of Kate, yeah, but the clover would put you back together. It's not like this would kill you. HYDRA tested heights, remember? Wouldn't want another one of their little projects sinking to the bottom of a river.

But it would hurt, she told that voice, I could lose another limb. And how do you know it would put me back together the right way this time?

You're right, the voice ceded, It would hurt. But you've been through worse. Really, you should be worried about Kate. She wouldn't survive a fall like that if she slipped. You would.

Gia couldn't tell if that was meant to console her or not. It only really served to make things worse. Her mind had a very bad habit of doing that.

"Gia?" Kate asked from beside her, concern wavering her voice almost as much as Gia's own, "Hey, look at me."

"I'm good here."

"It's only like ten more steps. You can do it."

"Kate. I really, really don't think I can."

That drew a sigh from her, a tangle of frustration and concern, and then she found warm fingers coaxing her death-grip off the wall. Gia's eyes finally left the clouds, though it took a Herculean effort to find Kate's face instead of the dizzying landscape around her.

"Think of it this way, right?" Kate tried, offering her a shadow of a smile, "It's ten steps if you go forward, but twenty steps to get back. So it's easier to keep going."

"But then- then we have to get back." she pointed out, "Which makes it forty steps." Gia spared a second glance at the sky, its blue gradually deepening above her. "In the dark."

"There's an easier way down," Kate promised, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, "I promise. We just can't get up that way."

"How easy?"

"It's an elevator. So... 'stand and push buttons' easy." she said, "We just can't get up that way because of the bouncer in the lobby. But he's there to stop people from getting in, not getting out."

"I think they're called security guards."

"Same thing." Kate shot back, but there was the faintest glimmer of relief in her tone. She turned her head, surveying the concrete shelf ahead of her, then looked back at Gia. "Ten more steps, G. Then we're there. You can do it. I won't let you fall."

And how would she stop you? that traitorous corner of her mind chimed in, right on schedule, Either you fall alone or you pull her down with you. Which one's worse?

Or I just don't fall, she thought back, Or I make it ten more steps and see whatever Kate has for me on the other side.

It was about the closest she could ever come to telling that little voice to shut up, but it worked well enough for her to manage a nod and another step. Kate moved along with her, keeping a loose grip on her hand and matching the glacial pace she set.

One slow, careful step. One little kip of the other leg - an almost unconscious maneuver on solid ground, but terrifying at this height - to get her prosthetic caught up. Repeat ad nauseam.

She didn't know how long it took her, but the sky had darkened another two shades by the time she reached the end of the ledge. Kate stepped down first, hopping past a railing and onto a simple balcony below her.

"You can sit down and kinda shuffle forward - that's what I did the first couple times," Kate said, looking up at her, "Or step down and I'll catch you."

Sitting down was a lot of the same process walking was, these days: simple, next to unconscious, while she was in an ordinary environment, but much more of a challenge when standing on a thin concrete shelf far too many stories in the air. It involved shifting her balance, working around the rigidity of her prosthetic and the same lack of kinesthesia from a leg that wasn't there, and it wasn't always the most graceful maneuver.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Gia stepped off the platform. Kate's hands caught her waist just as she started to feel the pull of gravity, and then her feet were on the balcony below. Kate held on for an extra moment or two, making sure she was steady (though how could she be steady with a beautiful woman barely a foot away?) then released her with a quick step back.

"And we're here." she said, waving a hand at the balcony around them, "You did it."

Gia took a look around, simultaneously trying to will her heart to slow down. The balcony was both upscale and strangely desolate, like it was the penthouse of a millionaire who'd died before he could move in. There was a hot tub built into the far corner, or the bone-dry husk of what looked like a hot tub, but no other furniture in sight. The glass door into the building was broken, patched with duct tape and a black trash bag.

"We didn't just break into somebody's apartment, did we?"

"Nah, this place has been abandoned for like two years," Kate replied, utterly casual as she draped her arms over the balcony railing, "Don't know why they'd give up a view like that, though."

It was a spectacular view. Almost worth the terror of getting up here- almost. The sun had begun its descent below the horizon, wreathed in the silhouettes of skyscrapers and painting the sky in swathes of coral and gold. Far below, Gia could see cars and people bustling along - the view that had been so terrifying minutes before was now close to enrapturing, now that she had a railing to hold onto.

"What do you think?" Kate asked, with a not-so-subtle slide up to her side, "Worth it?"

"Worth it." Gia agreed, and summoned up the last few threads of her courage to lean her head onto Kate's shoulder. That, if not the view itself, made the whole struggle worth it. Mostly. "But don't make me do that again."

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my writing #my ocs #gia pantazis #oneshot #shortfic #tw heights #oc x canon #kate bishop

[ghostedgrim]

heyeyey! saw you on the tags (≧▽≦). May I request headcanons of Eric in divergent about him falling for a dauntless initiate but y/n rejects him, how would he feel during liking y/n and after getting rejected? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Thanks in advance x

Ooh! 🌟spicy🌟

Masterlist

3rd Pov

I took awhile for Eric to realize he had a crush on Y/n. Because Y/n was an initiate, and he their instructor and Dauntless leader, Eric suppressed the feelings best he could, making sure it never interfered with initiation.

Of course, that failed, while Y/n dealt with the same challenges as any other initiate, he wasn't as cruel and short tempered around them. Their having trouble throwing knives, he'd pretend to be annoyed, and try to put venom in his voice, but he couldn't help gently showing them the motions. Sometimes he'll give positive feedback to Y/n after a successful fight, he's even offered private training lessons when they're alone, claiming he has high hopes for them.

Over time the other initiates take notice, and soon rumors spread claiming that Y/n was sleeping with Eric, and he was the only reason Y/n was successful. Naturally this pissed Y/n off, causing them to avoid Eric and give him the cold shoulder. Upon learning the rumors Eric also backed off, only interacting with Y/n if it was absolutely necessary.

This continued till the end of initiation. At that point most of the rumors had stopped, but the damage they caused was still there.

Y/n's Pov

The post initiation party went surprisingly well. I had placed high in the rankings, and the rumors about Eric and I where nearly non-existent. It was quite refreshing.

At about midnight a few dauntless and I had left to ride the zip line. Afterwards we'd taken the train to the very roof the initiates jump from on their first day. Instead of jumping with them, I'd decided to stay and sit, it'd been months since I've been able to admire the stars.

Not much time had passed when I heard the sound of gravel crunching under boots. Much to my annoyance I turned to find it was Eric walking towards me. For a strange reason he wore an anxious look, and awkwardly sat beside me.

"What do you want" I silently wished I could shove him off the ledge, I mean, it wouldn't kill him, the net is there.

"I wanted to apologize for the rumors," he turned to look at me, "I wasn't thinking before acting. I thought-".

"Thought what Eric!", Now I was pissed. He'd known what he was doing. "That the instructor was suddenly playing nice with their student, a student who could barley throw a punch day one, and then suddenly begins climbing the ranks! I WORKED MYSELF TIRELESSLY, DAY AFTER DAY, IMPROVING FOR MY BENEFIT!! AND THEY ALL THINK I WAS SUCCESSFUL BECAUSE YOU LIKED ME!! So don't you dare come here to say sorry, explain yourself instead, and maybe I'll listen."

Eric's Pov

In their anger Y/n stood up, standing dangerously close to the edge. I knew I screwed up the moment I walked up here, there was nothing I could say of do to fix the damage, but it was too late to run.

I broke eye contact, and looked at my hands, dread seeped into my pores, there was no escape, and for once in my life, I was scared.

What's happened has happened, I can't change the past. I finnaly broke the silence, I poured everything out. I admitted the first time I fell, how desperately I tried to suppress the way a felt, how painful it was for me when the rumors started, specifically when I had to back away from Y/n. I admitted I nearly cried when I saw the hate in their eyes, oh how I loved their eyes, their strength, specifically when they put others in their place, their voice, their bravery, and courage, the way they laughed. I let out every detail I had grown to love about them. I'd admitted that they became the reason i looked forward to teaching, every morning I yearned to see their face. I even enjoyed their mischievous side, even if it included the time Y/n and the other initiates alongside Four attacked me with water balloons. Oh how I had wished to hold them in my arms after the fear sims, promising they'll be safe, to removed that look of terror off their mesmerizing face. How I just wished to hold them, them to hold me, to be the one that makes them smile. I never admitted it, but there where some fights that Y/n won, where I wished they could do that to me. I loved the graceful way they threw knives, how they toy with their sparing partner, before ending the fight in just a few strong hits. When I finished, the silence was deafening.

After several long breaths I removed my gaze from Y/n. Their expression felt as if a knifed was twisted in my heart, they looked disappointed. Oh how I wish I admitted my feelings when I first realized them, maybe things would be different, maybe we could've found a way to avoid rumors, maybe I should've never said anything at all. I should've sent them a letter, at least they would've known, I would've been safe from their disappointed gaze. Why where they so quiet. Why aren't they saying anything. Just say something. Anything. Please!

"Eric," I froze, god I was scared, "Eric, look at me,". And so I did. Their expression was nearly unreadable, they looked sad. "I should say I'm sorry, but I'm not. Those rumors nearly ruined my life, I lost most of my friends because of them, people treated me like shit, because of them. All I feel for you right now is distaste, and dating you, will make people believe those damn rumors to be true. So fuck you. I don't feel the same. Stay. The fuck. Away. From me. When the times right, maybe I'll do more than forgive you. Until then, don't talk to me." And with that they jumped off the roof.

I felt as I could vomit, tears flowed out of my eyes, I did little to silence my cries. I'd know from the moment Y/n had sent me those glares during initiation that they'd never forgive my mistakes, that they'd never feel the same. I fucked that up, and I can't go back. I wanted to convince myself that if I played my cards right they'd forgive me, that they'd fall for me. But it was an unrealistic hope.

I never returned home that night. I stayed there till Four found me curled up, still on the roof. I don’t remember what he'd said, or even the trip back to the apartment. I recall him saying something comforting about Y/n, I know I'd given me hope, but I don't remember what.

Hopefully with more practice I'll get better with my writing

#divergent #eric coulter #writing #eric divergent #eric x reader #eric x oc #eric x y/n #request

[betelgeusing]

ELDER ABUSE: THE EPISODE LMAO

#SORRY I'M LATE WATCHING I GOT COVID BUT THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE WAS HYSTERICAL #adrien brody and kendall-- two middle aged men thenselves-- force an ELDERLY MAN to do exercise #and then they're SHOCKED by what happens? looooooool #to make things funnier I read an interview with Brian Cox and he was borderline indignant #like he KNOWS he's not playing himself but he was very firm about ''that amount of exercise is fine for me'' #''I had trouble pretending that it wasn't'' absolute ledge #succession spoilers #real talk tho I think it was totally intentional on Josh's end as one last little fuck you for all the antisemitism #before he turned on them for stewy ❤ that's great love that for him love that for THEM

[mellowyandere]

One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 1

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead) 

Summary: Shouta loves a good game of cat and mouse, unfortunately for you the game’s a little rigged. This is somewhat of an experiment to try and write a smut scene from the male POV. Disclaimer I am not a man so uh yeah lmao. 

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect. 

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink

Aizawa Shouta was a rational man. He did his best to adhere to logic, and to never waste time with unnecessary action. And yet despite this, he absolutely loved watching you try to escape. You were pretty clever, even without him “accidentally” forgetting to lock the second story window that just so happened to be above some forgivingly soft shrubbery. 

You probably would have figured some way out on your own, but something feral inside him didn’t want to wait around for you to act. Normally it was his ever-loud husband Hizashi that fell flat when it came to the notion of patience, but today he would relent to his own selfish desires. 

Toshinori would have been utterly distressed had he been aware of the sleepy pros scheme. The number one was a man of swift action, seemingly never thinking twice before charging fist first into danger. He would not be happy Shouta was playing with you like this, but Toshinori and Hizashi wouldn’t be made aware of his little game with you. After all they had no idea he set this up, so they might genuinely try to punish you. He’d keep it quiet once he caught you and pretend it’s your little secret. Maybe you’d even be a little grateful if you believed he was saving your skin.

He rationalized his behavior by telling himself you seemed so bored, truly this was the perfect way to stimulate your mind and body. So when he heard the telltale sound of a body landing in bushes on the back side of the house he simply started a timer for 20 minutes to give you a bit of a head start. 

Was it cruel to get your hopes up like this? Perhaps, but he’d make sure to fuck you senseless to alleviate the disappointment. After all, if you were a good girl you’d have settled into your life with them already. But you really did enjoy testing them, which brought out the side of him that wanted to put you in your place. 

Giving himself a once over he made sure he had everything he would need for your inevitable return home. Well, now that you were basically quirkiness, all he needed was his capture weapon just in case you put up a struggle. He hadn’t decided yet if he was going to fuck you when he caught you, or if he was going to haul your cute ass home first. 

Thinking about plowing into you with adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the hunt had some blood rushing below his belt. Well he could always just do both.

The shrill ringing of his phones alarm brought him back from his wandering thoughts. With a sadistic grin stretching wide across his face he headed for the front door.

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Three weeks. Three fucking weeks trapped inside that house with three insane men. Sure they might not beat you or starve you, but the constant belittling, undermining and infantilizing was about to drive you to insanity yourself. You almost jumped for joy when you noticed an unlocked window on the second floor in Hizashi’s and Shouta’s room. The blond man had a bad habit of using too much cologne, and his dark-haired counterpart was always having to air out the room when the radio star went overboard. 

Eraserhead was normally very diligent about ensuring the window was sealed tight, but last night Toshinori had come home in a flurry of smoke and blood, sending his blond junior into hysterics. It was nothing serious, unfortunately, but Shouta had been the one to calm Hizashi and tend to the number ones injuries. Amidst all the ruckus he had left the window unlocked. 

You knew Shouta would soon realize his mistake and lock the window down tight, leaving you with a small time frame to enact your grand escape. It wasn't ideal, but the best you had been able to do was wait for both blonds to leave, trapping you in the house with Shouta. Normally he let you be during the day, opting to nap and grade what appeared to be homework. Hopefully today would seem like just another day, and he wouldn’t think to check on you until dinner approached. 

You found yourself perched on the window sill, ready to take flight. All you had were the clothes on your back, not wanting to make any suspicious noises that would tip you off. On the count of three you braced yourself and pushed off from the ledge, landing on the bushes below with a thud. 

Fuck, that was a bit louder than you had anticipated. Ignoring your growing anxiety, you made quick work of escaping the clutches of the now flattened bush and took off into the woods on the back half of the house. 

Your heart was hammering like mad in your chest as you sprinted as fast as you could. It was hardly fair that it was your first time outside in three weeks and you couldn’t even slow down to take it all in. Thankfully it was spring, meaning you wouldn’t have to worry about the cold. All you needed to do was find someone to get this stupid quirk canceling collar off and then you could safely recede into the background, making sure the three pros never found you again. 

Easier said than done when one of those pros was All Might, and the other two were just as formidable, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try. You did your best to not leave a trail behind, but knew once Shouta figured out you were gone he’d have no trouble tracing your tracks. It was the unfortunately shitty reality you were dealing with. 

Were you really going to be able to escape? Even now as you ran as fast as you could it felt like a fruitless endeavor. There were too many variables that had to line up perfectly in order for you to pull this off, and as you ran directionless through the woods no viable solutions were coming to you. Hell, even now your lungs were burning from exertion, legs begging you to stop. 

But if there was one thing that you were it was stubborn. Stubborn to a fault sometimes, and so you pushed onwards. After what felt like an eternity of non-stop running you slowed to a walk. The forest seemed never ending, taunting you with its sprawling army of trees and shrubbery. You decided to be more mindful of the tracks you were leaving, veering off course in a way that would hopefully go undetected. 

Now no longer running you simply kept your steps quiet and ears alert in case Shouta had already discovered your absence. He was good at his work, but even he had limitations. 

-----

Shouta had to give credit where credit was due, you were better at this than he thought you’d be. If you were his student he’d be proud, but you were his prey so he was a bit annoyed. At first your tracks had been sloppy, easy to follow and incredibly straight forward. At some point though you had changed your approach, footsteps almost vanishing as you adopted a new tactic. 

He found himself crouching low, inspecting leaves to see which you had accidentally broken. There were no more snapped limbs as you carefully maneuvered through the woods. If he wasn’t a pro at hunting people down you probably would have been able to evade him, but this was his livelihood. 

Ever so carefully he followed your almost invisible trail. He had you beat in endurance so you’d have to settle somewhere eventually, and without food and water you were at a distinct disadvantage. Everything was lining up in his favor as he intended, even if you were making this a little harder than expected. 

The anticipation of catching a glimpse of you, of watching you realize he was there and taking off, made his heart beat faster. The longer you evaded him, the more time he had to come up with a fun punishment for you. 

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The sun had been directly overhead at the beginning of your escape, and was now kissing the horizon. Oranges and reds were thrown about the woods as the creatures of the night began to wake from their slumber. You listened to see if you could hear the chirping of frogs to find a water source but no luck. 

There was no doubt in your mind that Shouta was 110% aware of your absence by now and was probably hot on your trail. You were zigzagging a bit, trying your best to not disturb the forest floor while making it harder to track you. Dammit this was the fucking worst, it had to have been at least 6 hours in these woods, and without any food or water you were famished. 

And yet despite wandering about for 6 fucking hours you had yet to see anything besides the woods. Maybe you should just give up, sit down and accept defeat and whatever punishment you had awaiting you. You couldn’t help but shiver a bit at the fear of what that would entail. 

As dusk quickly turned dark you debated on whether or not you were going to rest for the night. Visibility would be lower, giving you a slight edge, but Eraserhead was a night owl meaning you were entering his domain of peak performance. There was also no guessing if he was the only one looking for you. All Might could move faster than you could even comprehend and Present Mic was fine-tuned when it came to noise location. 

Sighing in annoyance as your wayward thoughts shot holes through your confidence you decided to find somewhere to try and lay down for a bit. If all three were out hunting you down they could take turns and overlap the time so you never got to rest. As busy as they should be with hero work they always seemed to find too much time to hover around you. 

Spotting some dense shrubbery, you crossed your fingers that any creepy crawlies would keep to themselves and carefully began to conceal yourself. Perhaps one of them would pass by and you could gain some intel. If you were lucky they’d write this area off after not finding you and search elsewhere. 

Settling as comfortably as one could in a bush you closed your eyes and did your best to focus on the sounds around you. The melodic chirping of crickets was the most overwhelming of all the sounds. Skittering of small forest animals echoing around as well. Your mind began to desensitize to those sounds, the lack of adrenaline that pushed you along at the start of all this causing it to dip into unconsciousness. 

That was until you heard the distinct snap of a branch. Eyes flying open you were on high alert as you kept still. You tried to hear if there would be any follow up sounds, knowing something of a decent size had to have broken the branch. If it had been a deer they would have simply kept moving, which made you all the more anxious. 

“No more tracks kitten, I know you’re here somewhere. This little game dragged on a lot longer than I had anticipated so it seems there won’t be any way to hide this from Zashi and Toshinori.” 

You wanted to scream. Even though you had tried your best it simply wasn’t enough against Eraserhead. 

“If you come out kitten I’ll give you one last shot to run. Those bushes over there look like a mighty fine hiding spot for someone of your size.” His voice was pointed directly towards you.

FUCK. You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not at this point but he knew you were here, might as well come out with some dignity before he dragged you out kicking and screaming. 

The bush rustled loudly as you forced your way out. You were tired, famished and most of all so frustrated you wanted to cry. You didn’t even need to look at him to know he had a condescending smirk plastered to his face. 

“There’s my pretty kitty, did you have fun outside?”

Shouta knew just what to say to strike a nerve, but you held your tongue. “One last shot to run. You said so yourself. Ditch the capture weapon and catch me like a man, I mean unless you don’t think you can. I’m already quirkiness which is your gimmick on a regular day, so really you're just beating on someone while they're already down.” You looked up now, glaring at him as his smile grew in amusement. 

“I’m going to have to be a lot more physical without it you know, I’ll have no choice but you manhandle you.”

“I’d rather take my chances.” You knew even without his capture weapon you didn’t stand much of a chance of escape. Your only goal now was to try and see how much he was willing to handicap himself. 

“Gonna give me a head start or are you going to just run as soon as I do?”

At this Shouta had to keep himself from snarking back at you. He had already given you a head start, but if he told you this was all set up you’d probably lose the will to fight on. “Five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes to run as far as you can and then I’ll come after you,” he said while pulling out his phone. 

“What about Toshinori and Hizashi?” 

“At the house. I told them I’d handle this, Toshinori will be coming to get us though once I tell him game over. We’re pretty deep in the woods and I don’t feel like walking back for six hours.”

You nodded at his words. So it was just the two of you then. Your combat skills were nothing to write home about, but maybe if you fought dirty you could gain the upper hand. 

“Alright, tell me when.”

“Oh, I already started it. You have 4 minutes and 17 seconds.”

Fucking asshole. You took off sprinting, running as fast as you could, only opting to slow to a jog once you thought you were out of earshot. You wanted him to believe you’d be trying your damndest to put distance between the two of you. But you knew you’d never outrun him. Instead you were going to continue jogging for a bit, counting down the seconds in your head so you didn’t lose track your timer. 

Once your remaining time was up you were going to lay low and try to ambush him. He wouldn’t be paying as close attention to your trail since he knew he could easily catch up. 

After the remaining 4 minutes had passed you found a decent sized tree to hide behind and worked on slowing down your breathing. It felt like your heart was going to chisel its way straight through your bones, your limbs trembling with anxiety. It wasn’t often you were hunted back when you were an anti-hero. Not many people knew who you were which made it incredibly easy to be looked over. 

Scooping up handfuls of dirt you waited. You heard him before you saw him. He wasn’t bothering to take it slow, seemingly eager to get it over with. He ran right past you, noticing you a second too late as dirt and debris were chucked straight into his face. 

He yelled out in surprise, hands reaching out to grab you but you jumped out of reach. True to his word his capture weapon was nowhere in sight. Screaming in anger you lunged at him, nails attempting to claw his face but his own larger hands were working on wiping off your dirt assault, effectively blocking you.  

He stumbled back a bit, unprepared for your hostility, before steadying himself and turning the tables back on you. In one swift motion his fist collided with your gut, forcing the air from your lungs. Your arms came down to protect where he had hit as you wheezed pathetically. Seconds later his larger frame came crashing into you, easily knocking you to the ground. 

You cried out in pain, head hitting the ground a bit too hard as stars danced behind your eyes.

“Not very smart of you Y/N, I mean it beats trying to outrun me, but really? Dirt? It’s like you want me to punish you or something.”

“GET OFF ME!” 

Placing a hand on the back of your head he pushed you down while his other arm pulled the lower half of your body flush against him. You could feel his erection pressing up against your ass.

You were a snarling sobbing mess at this point. All your emotions crashing down at once as you thrashed below Shouta.

“Easy now easy, calm down kitten. You did really good, better than I thought you were going to. If you calm down I might be willing to reduce your punishment, but you have to stop throwing a fit first.”

Despite his words Shouta was enjoying almost every second of your thrashing. The only thing he didn’t enjoy was knowing how disappointed you were right now. Anyone would be after coming so far. Now was his chance to make it up to you before giving Toshinori the go ahead. 

As your struggles subsided the only movement from your body was from your gentle sobs. Shouta for his part was slowly grinding his hard cock against your ass as he softly shushed you. 

“I know you’re disappointed kitten but I’ll make you feel better. If you’re a good girl for me I’ll be willing to look past that little dirt tactic. You’re such a smart girl though, you really did catch me by surprise.”

Leaning down he began to whisper into your ear, removing the hand from your head and bringing it down to your clothed pussy. 

“You always were resourceful, it’s one of the things I fell in love with about you. If only you were a hero, but then again if you were I wouldn’t have had the fun of hunting you down.”

You felt your stomach drop at his words. All three of them enjoyed reminiscing about how they first saw you and all their subsequent actions that lead to your imprisonment. The effort they had put into bringing you “home”. It was beyond disturbing. 

“Please Shouta, not here. Can we, can we just go home first?”

“Maybe if I had found you 4 hours ago, but right now you’re treading on very thin ice. Be a good girl for me and I’ll make sure Hizashi and Toshinori don’t punish you too harshly when we get back.”

His large hand was pawing at your clothed sex, black hair draping over your own face as his body curled around you. He slowly rutted against you, excited huffs of air ghosting across the side of your face. You could practically feel his heart vibrating against your back he was so worked up. 

He gently rubbed his stubble against the side of your face, composure slipping a bit. While Shouta absolutely loved how feisty you could be, nothing compared to when you submitted to him. He craved the feeling of your tired body giving in to his ministrations, but he needed more. 

His hand quickly slipped between your pants and underwear, index finger eagerly aiming for your folds. He couldn’t care less that you were sweaty and dirty from the hunt. Right now all he could think about was the softness of your exposed flesh, and much to his delight, the slight wetness to your outer lips. 

“Seems like someone likes being caught more than they let on hmm kitten?”

He couldn't help but taunt you a bit, loving the way you sniffled and whimpered beneath him. You knew when to behave yourself, when to be good for him. Arousal was flooding his veins. The way it felt to rub himself against your perfect ass, even through layers of clothes, had his mind blanking out. 

Your core was warm, even without him dipping a finger inside. Gently he began to delve deeper, gathering up your arousal to spread around. Your pants were starting to bother him a bit, retracting his hands he made quick work of not only your bottoms, but his as well. You remained still for him, opting to sulk like a child as he prepared to ravish you. 

You were too cute like this, and with the lower half of your body on full display he couldn't help but groan in delight. Bringing a hand down he slapped your ass hard, mesmerized by the way your flesh gave way. You yelped in surprise, body rutting forward. His cock twitched as he palmed your sore flesh, cooing softly in apology. You glared back at him, pretty little face set in a pout.

As much as he wanted to slap your ass until you cried for him to stop he restrained himself. Although this was a punishment, he had set you up. He would go easy on you, not forgetting his promise to himself to help you forget the frustration you were feeling right now. 

Whenever you got angry you opted to stop talking, instead waiting for a moment of weakness to strike or quietly accept your fate. Judging by your defeated expression he could safely assume the latter 

Folding himself over you he brought his hand back down to your pussy, thumb working slow circles on your clit while he middle finger delved deeper. Your entrance was a bit tight, but with gentle persistence he worked his way inside. 

Your velvety inner walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t help but rut his aching cock against your bare ass as his mind drifted to the feeling of you clamping down on his arousal instead. Your whines of protest only further spurring on his overwhelming need to be inside you. 

Adding a second finger he began to pump into you with a bit more urgency. Your slick was quickly coating his hand as he hit all the spots he knew would work you up to your orgasm. Groaning in delight he brought his lips to your exposed neck, sucking and nipping at your soft flesh. 

He loved when he could tell you were getting close. Your warm walls would clamp down on him, breathy mewls and moans escaping your soft lips. You were rocking back into him, uncaring of the fact that you were grinding against him as you chased your release. In these moments you abandoned your resolve to fight against him, and he happily took advantage of that. After all, if your body knew what you wanted, surely your mind would catch up one day.

Your moans were more audible now, hands grasping at the forest floor. Your back was arched into him, desperate to use him. So close, you were so close he knew it, and right before you could finish he pulled his hand away. He laughed as you huffed in frustration. 

“Shouta pl-please.” Fuck, he loved it when you begged. It didn’t happen often with how stubborn you were but when it did he knew he had to comply. 

Instead of verbally responding he opted to do what he wanted to all night long. Lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance he groaned at the heat radiating off you. Pumping his hand along his length a couple times to lube himself up with your excess fluid he pushed the tip in. You stilled beneath him, and in one swift movement he fully sheathed himself. 

His mind went blank as you cried out in pleasure, wet walls convulsing around him as your orgasm tore through you. He held still, opting to gently pet you while cooing softly down at you. Before he met you, even with Hizashi, he had never been very vocal during sex. But now he couldn’t stop himself from babbling a bit, praising you for being such a good girl. 

As your body stilled in his arms he continued to plant kisses along your delicate neck. Your soft sniffles made his heart clench a bit, how was it possible for you to be so damn cute? 

“Alright kitten now it’s my turn. No pulling anything stupid, I won’t take long.”

This whole hunt had been one giant tease, working him up in a way he normally wouldn’t allow himself. Pulling out he groaned at the feeling of his cock sliding against you. Moving his hands he grabbed your waist, eyes transfixed on where you were joined. Your back was arched as you braced yourself on your elbows, presenting yourself to him. 

His mind clouded over, blood opting to drag his attention elsewhere. He began to push back in, desperate to feel you surrounding him. Setting a tempo he pulled about halfway out before slamming back in, loving the way your body moved as you bounced off him. 

His hands dug into your supple flesh, possibly leaving bruises. He could feel the oncoming of his own orgasm, the muscles in his lower abdomen pulsating. He was panting, heart racing in his rib cage as his eyes rolled back into his head. He didn’t have the patience to edge himself today, he needed this, needed you.

He loved hearing the way your breath was forced from your lungs when he fully sheathed himself inside you. He knew he was overstimulating you a bit, but the part of him that needed to find his own release didn’t pay that fact much mind. All he could think about was the way it felt to be one with you, lost inside your soft warmth.  

After only a couple more minutes of relentlessly pounding into you he couldn’t hold it back any longer. A wave like sensation rushed through his body as his hips stuttered. He folded over you, wrapping his arms around you as he felt his hot cum rush through his cock and fill your body. The emotions rushing through him as he released into you, the woman he loved, were indescribable.

It didn’t take long for his muscles to relax, euphoria swept away by the need to take a nap washing over him. You had long since stopped crying, remaining motionless beneath him. He wondered what was going through your mind as he held you flush against him.

“Sho-Shouta.” So meek, so quiet. His heart fluttered a bit. “Can we go home now... I want to take a shower.”

Chuckling softly he pulled himself out, groaning a bit at the feeling of overstimulation as your warm walls dragged against him. Leaning away he smiled as his cum leaked out your pussy. 

“Yes kitten we can go home. I’ll make sure to clean you up.”

You groaned in protest, hating when they insisted on washing you. He knew you liked your privacy but Hizashi and Toshinori were still going to want to punish you. He’d keep close by to keep them from being too harsh. 

Pulling up his pants he fished his phone out of his pocket, rolling his eyes at the sheer quantity of missed calls from the two aforementioned. Poor little kitten, it didn’t look like you’d be getting off easy. 

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