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shagatron · 1 year

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Motorcycle Shane-anigans

Summary: Annoying Shane was your favourite thing to do, except this time he exacts his revenge....

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, public sex, degradation(?), caught in the act

The day Y/N met Shane Walsh was the day her life changed forever. Whether it changed for better or for worse was still to be determined.

She had been on her own for some time by then, her brother and her best friend having already succumbed to the virus. She had been doing well by herself, relying on the survival skills her late father had taught her and had no plans to ever ally with anyone, content to live out the rest of her days alone.

Originally from Alabama, Y/N had chosen to travel rather than stay in one place, her logic being that she would be less likely to run out of supplies. Eventually, she found herself in Altlanta, Georgia where she came across the ramshackle group of survivors she came to call her family.

Although she hadn't intended on staying long after they had deemed her a non-threat and welcomed her, she was eventually drawn in. Y/N hadn't realised just how much she had missed the warmth and love brought by good company.

Among the group, she had immediately bonded with Glenn and Lori, whereas she had some... issues with other certain people. Namely Shane Walsh. The man infuriated her to her core. The former deputy was a single-minded, fearless man, and although Y/N knew he had the groups best interests at heart, he had a funny fucking way of showing it.

Y/N herself was a headstrong individual and often found herself clashing with Shane and his controlling manner. She had previously been a surgical resident, over halfway in her journey in becoming a registered surgeon. Y/N had saved countless lives, run her own O. R and managed to maintain a relatively healthy work-life balance while doing so, and refused to be ordered around by some random deputy who believed he knew better than her.

The bastard knew what he was doing too. He purposely provoked Y/N, as if he enjoyed making her want to tear her hair out. However, she endured, finding creative ways to get back at him.

On this particular occasion, she had stolen Shane's distinctive knife and popped the tires on Daryl's motorcycle after the two men had had a rather explosive argument, effectively framing Shane.

The following day, after a vigorous fight with Daryl, Shane appeared in front of Y/N, with a dark purple eye, at around mid-day as she organised the small amount of medical equipment they had.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his beaten face, quickly regretting it as he grabbed her by the wrist and marched her to a secluded spot at the edge of the forest that surrounded them.

With camp in the near distance, the only other visible object was Daryl's motorcycle, parked beside a large oak tree. The direction Y/N was being dragged to.

"What the fuck Shane! I was busy, what the hell do you want?", she demanded, attempting to resist as he carried on.

"You think you can get away with this shit?", he questioned, gesturing vaguely to his bruised face. Y/N began to grow apprehensive as her anger began to wear off, hearing the pure rage in Shane's tone.

"What are you going to do? Huh?", she shot back, unthinking. "Gonna hit me back?"

He froze and Y/N suddenly began to regret every word she had ever uttered. He turned around and his glare was icy. He had let go of her wrist by now and was slowly advancing toward her, intruding in her space until they were chest to chest.

"What the hell are you doi-", Y/N was cut off by Shane, capturing her mouth with his in a fierce kiss. Their teeth clashed as they fought for dominance, neither conceding to the to the other.

Jesus Christ, she thought, he kisses like he fights. Holding nothing back. With the harsh swipes of his tongue Y/N felt her underwear begin to dampen, this was the most action she had gotten in over a year. All thoughts of pushing him away, swearing him off, screaming at him, faded as the kiss grew more and more passionate.

The kiss broke off and they stood staring silently at each other, their breathless pants echoing throughout the empty space. With a frustrated groan, Y/N dove back into another kiss, this one somehow becoming more vigorous than before.

"Oh, I fuckin' hate you", she breathed out, as Shane moved his mouth down to her neck, eliciting a surprised chuckle from the man. Her words quickly escalated into breathy moans as sucked on her most sensitive spot just below her ear, while grasping at her tits, twisting her sensitive nipples through her thin shirt. She would bet that there was a wet spot forming on her underwear by now, as she grinded against his solid thigh, the denim rubbing at her throbbing clit.

As he moved down her body, he tore each item of clothing off of her like it was on fire, grabbing at every inch of exposed skin he could find, while she struggled to get his shirt off. Finally, tearing the shirt off Y/N raked her nails down his back, relishing in the pained groans Shane let out in response.

Y/N nearly screamed in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as Shane exacted his revenge, beginning to suck and bite at her hardened nipples, causing shocks to travel down her body, directly to her pulsating clit.

Y/N had failed to notice that while they were locked together, they had managed to stagger back and she now found herself pressed tightly against Daryl's motorcycle as Shane pulled her jeans down, her underwear with it. She jumped as she suddenly felt his thick fingers explore her soaking pussy, collecting some of her wetness before driving into her greedy opening.

The stretch of his large digits was excruciating but so, so fucking good, as they started to scissor in and out of her. Y/N bit into Shane's shoulder, trying to silence her desperate screams as he nailed her g-spot over and over again. Tears started to run down her face as the pure pleasure overwhelmed her.

As she reached out to free his straining dick, wishing to reciprocate the pleasure she was experiencing, Shane's fingers pulled out of her, slapping her hands away and she felt as if the world had turned underneath her feet when she was roughly swivelled around, her stomach now resting, on the seat of the motorcycle. Shane's still clothed cock pressed into her bare ass. Y/N's face warmed as she listened to the slurping sounds of Shane licking his fingers that had previously been inside of her, while his remaining hand pressed her firmly into the seat.

"Fucking delicous. ", he stated. Y/N's blush reached her chest and ears by now as both embarrassment and some sick sort of pride shot through her.

"Christ, Shane", her moans were almost gutteral by now as she became increasingly desperate to feel his fat cock deep inside her.

"How'd you like me now, Y/N?", he questioned, grinding into her.

Y/N could only moan in response, practically dripping by this point. Goddammit, she despised this man. But she was beyond caring about that, only thinking about satiating the need he had sparked in her. For God's sake she was so wet, it had started leaking down her thighs.

Suddenly, he pulled away from her, ready to protest, she attempted to turn around but was halted by Shane forcing her legs to widen further and pressing his now bare cock between them, her juices dropping down onto his dick.

She felt him grab his length. Finally, she thought. Y/N let out a high-pitched yelp as his fat cock-head slapped her clit a few times.

"Get on with it, you fuckin' dick", she groaned, tired of his teasing, longing for something more.

This elicited another enraging chuckle from him.

"Is this what you wanted, darlin'?"

She hardly even registered his words when he positioned himself right at her drenched opening and oh. The only thought capable of running through Y/Ns mind in this crucial, world-bending moment was 'oh'. The feel of Shane's thick length as it split her open was bordering on painful and yet with the pain came indescribable pleasure. She swore she could feel him all the way in her stomach, she was so full. His calloused palms gripped her tits tightly, as he slowly but surely thrusted into her soaking core from behind, letting out barely audible groans of pleasure.

The thought of being bent over Daryl's motorcycle, ass out, as Shane fucked into her, on the edge of the green forest, where anyone back at camp could hear, was one that inspired intense anxiety and apprehension into Y/N, her worst nightmare. But the reality? Oh, the reality felt like the sweetest fucking dream.

"You like that? My cock pounding into your tight little cunt?" he panted out. She could feel herself flush, the heat reaching her ears. Shane's words sparked something deep inside her, making her grow wetter and wetter. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the desolate forest were the wet sounds of his hips slapping loudly against her ass and Y/N's desperate moans as her clit rubbed against the rough leather seat.

"Answer me.", his voice was rough as he took pleasure from her stilted gasps and pants.

"Yes, yes, I like it." Y/N stammered out, overwhelmed by the sensations. "I fucking like it."

His hands began pressing at the bulge in her stomach, feeling his dick fucking into her over and over again. Y/N didn't know if it felt so good because she hadn't gotten any in a while or if the bastard was just this damn good.

Shane chuckled, his voice gruff, amused by her enthusiasm. He rutted harder against her, reaching deeper and deeper inside, hitting her just right.

"Oh fucking, god!", a throaty scream erupted from deep within her.

"Nope, just me darlin'", Y/N didn't know how it was possible to loathe someone so deeply as they provided you with such indescribable pleasure.

Her soaking cunt began to clench on his cock, urging it deeper and deeper within her as the pleasure built up, the combined sensations of the aged leather scraping against her throbbing clit, Shane's rough hands rubbing into her hypersensitive nipples and his gigantic dick pounding into her g-spot, driving Y/N closer and closer to orgasm.

"Jesus, how tight are you? It's like a god damn vice grip", his deep voice was strained as he increased the speed of his powerful thrusts. He too, coming close to his release.

Y/N, swore she could hear a commotion, somewhere in the back of her mind, but was so clouded with pleasure she let the distant thought fly away.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Huh?", he questioned her, pushing so deep, Y/N thought he had breached her cervix.

"Yes, fuck, yes.", she felt as if the response burst from her, as they both reached their climax.

Shane finally released her tits, choosing to grip on to her hips, bracing himself as he fucked into her, hitting her g-spot over and over again, leaving her tits to violently sway back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm so close, Shane.", Y/N was almost begging at this point, right on the edge she only needed a tiny bit more before she would be flying.

Shane reached one hand down to her pussy, quickly finding her clit and rubbing at a furoius pace.

The air was filled with their combined moans and grunts and the squelching of Y/Ns gushing core. Everything, every minute sensation was coming together.

Yes, yes, yes.

A scream exploded from her chest, a groan from Shane matching her as they arrived together.

"Oh, shi-"

"Y/N, where are you! We need y-", Glenn stopped short at the opening of the spot they were in, jaw hanging open as he stared at the sight that greeted him.

Y/N and Shane mid-orgasm could only stare back at the man in horror. Coming to their senses, the two swiftly parted, sharing an embarrassed glance as they rushed to reclothe themselves.

It seems Glenn was frozen as he stayed unmoving as they dressed, his expression becoming increasingly pained as he saw Y/N cover her tits with her torn and tattered shirt.

Y/N was shocked to see him there at all, for the obvious reason and because he was supposed to be on a supply run in the city with some of the others. Something must have gone wrong. Why else would they be back this early?

Shane seemed to reach a similar conclusion as they shared a concerned glance before realising the situation they were in.

Once they were clothed (mostly), Glenn appeared to come back to himself.

"There's a new-comer, we found in the city. Dude's a sheriff or something, saved my ass from a hoarde of walkers but he's pretty banged up. We need you to look at him Y/N", Glenn rushed out, looking like he'd rather be anywhere other than there.

"Just let me get a shirt and I'll be right on it.", Oh god, she could never look her friend in the eye again.

"Here just take mine. Go.", Shane intercepted, throwing her his shirt, he had soundlessly removed.

There was a silence as she shrugged it on.

"... Thanks. ", it quickly became awkward, as Y/N let out a small smile and rushed off back to camp, leaving Glenn and Shane staring at one another.

Shane levelled Glenn with a harsh look.

"You never speak of this. To anyone. If I hear you've even uttered a single word, I'll have your fuckin' head. Alright?"

Glenn's head nearly flew off his shoulders as he readily agreed.

"Okay then.", They strode off, on the short walk back to camp. Shane started interrogating Glenn, on the recent trip. "Tell me about this guy you picked up."

"Oh, it's insane. Guy woke up in an abandoned hospital, fresh out of a coma, to this shit. He's looking for his wife and kid."

Shane froze. It couldn't be. Wasn't possible.

"What's the guy's name?", Shane's breath began to tremble.

"Rick Grimes, he said. Why?", realising he had stopped, Glenn turned around, finding Shane looking vaguely ill.

"Shit."

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silverinkbottle · 2 months

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hi! hello! your velvette fic was literally amazing, i read it like at least 5 times haha! the way you write is,, wow.

anywho, i wanna request a rosie fic if that’s alright!! with a reader who’s hellborn and finds a lot of excuses to visit pride ring/cannibal town (totally not just to see rosie) bonus if reader’s a hellhound! i just really loved the way you wrote sphynx reader with velvette, animal themed demons have a soft spot in my heart ❤️ another bonus, the two are incredibly flirty with each other

thanks for your time!

A:N: Hello Anon!!! Thank you so much for the sweet request, I hope you enjoy!!

Summary: Being a Courier of Hell has it's perks; benefits, travel and sometimes the occasional yearning friendship

Warnings: Violence, Cannibalism

Flowers and Other Things

Rosie X GN!Hellhound!Reader

Word Count:3.2K

The scent of rotting meat permeated the air like a thick perfume as you let out the quietest of excited yips. It finally bloomed after months of waiting and watching as you leaned closer to the cream-colored petals of the giant orchid. The inner depths speckled with crimson as the plant seemed to shudder at your closer inspection as if wanting to welcome you inside. It was just as you suspected another carnivorous plant for the books as you hastily scribbled the observation in your notebook. However, it wouldn’t thrive in Hell with it’s slow maturity phase, it would need to be crossbred with more via-

“Taking a little break, my little Bichon?”

The gentle address startled you from your thoughts as you sheepishly smiled embarrassed at being caught from slacking off your duties. Goods didn’t transport themselves after all in the Seven Rings of Hell. It was a dangerous job, but someone had to do it as you tucked away the small book into your pant’s pocket. Straightening your cap, you clicked your heels together in a quiet greeting as Rosie giggled in amusement.

“Apologies, mam. It’s just that-”

“Oh my stars. It bloomed overnight, I see.” Rosie’s words cut over your own as she clapped her hands together in excitement, grabbing you by the waist to turn you back around to admire the flower. You could feel your heart leap into your throat at the gentle touch as Rosie cooed over the flower’s progress and vibrant shade.

“No wonder you wandered into the garden, Bichon. It’s lovely!” Rosie hummed as you quietly nodded your head in agreement. It’s how your unlikely friendship started afterall. Several months ago, picking up a mail order from Cannibal Town, it was impossible to resist the urge to wander about trying to track the unique scent of the Overlord’s garden. A lush bloom of nature and greenery within the Pride Ring that could rival the hanging gardens of Gluttony. Diligently tended by the lady herself as if were her own children.

“But how did you manage to figure it out, mam. Last time it looked so..sad” You asked as Rosie’s smile brightened flashing sharp pointed teeth.

“All it took was a little bit of positivity, my Bichon. Well, B positive. Seems the soil was a bit too dry for our delicate specimen here.” Rosie explained as the heel of her shoe dug into the brownish dirt. The small impact provoked the faintest puddle of crimson that rapidly retreated back into the earth. The bodies of Sinners had more uses than food in Cannibal Town.

“Now, come with me. I need to give you something.” Rosie insisted as she grabbed you by your paw without hesitation. Once more your heart did that stupid flip flop sensation as you tried to ignore the funny sensation, but even that didn’t stop your tail from giving the smallest of wags.

“Oh now, don’t get anxious. You’ll like this even more than the flower.” Rosie tutted as she mistook your excitement for anxiety. Still, it was a shame as greenery was exchanged for the ceramic floors of the shop. At least it was well-lit as sunlight flitted through the glass interior as you watched Rosie rifle through various storage cabinets with a determined expression.

“My offer still stands on helping you declutter, Miss Rosie.”

There was a clatter of muffin tins and small decorative metal cookie designs as the Overlord swept them aside with a kick of her shoe. She was almost inside the lower cabinet as you leaned further over the counter as your ears twitched at the various noises of shifting items. A bell? Something metallic rubbing against another. A strangely enticing squeak?

“All things are worth keeping, Bichon. You never know when- Ah ha!”

Your eyes went wide as you smelled the item before it was gently set down on the counter. She wasn’t going-, no, you couldn’t.

“I insist. Think of it as a favor for ol’ Rosie. I know you can make it thrive, Bichon.” Rosie praised as she lightly pushed the small burlap sack closer to your stunned form. Even within the protective material, you could still smell the faint metallic scent of the seedling. It’s what drew your attention to its’ parent in the first place as you and Rosie organized seeds one day. In comparison to its’ dramatic parent, the seed itself was a dull green color with a thin shell. So thin that you worried its protective coating would flake away before the plant grew enough roots to properly set in the hard earth.

“But Rosie what if-”

“It fails to thrive? Then, we’ll come up with another plan, my dear.” Rosie promised as she gently pried open your closed paw to place the small sack in it. Gentle, she was so gentle as you were forced to look anywhere but at her.

“I’ll give it my best then.” You promised as Rosie clapped her hands together in delight at your acceptance. There was the faintest chim of the shop’s greeting bell as Rosie rushed away to make quick conversation with the new guest. The small seed package in your hand still felt warm as you quickly tucked it away into your vest pocket. Next to your thudding heart as your keen gaze watched Rosie’s exaggerated hand gestures in her explanation to the guest.

“And the poor dearie thought that violet wouldn’t clash-”

Lively. It was one of the traits you admired in the woman, her seemingly endless supply of energy as it was rare for you to see her sit down. Her heels clicked against the floor as she placed another brown package of her guest as her hand idly waved towards you. The guest raised a brow, but nodded all the same before passing a sealed letter over to the shopkeep.

“Now, don’t you worry. It’ll get there within a day or two. Hellhound Couriers haven’t failed me yet.” Rosie chirped as she ushered the guest out with a flourish of her hand. While the other grabbed the letter off the counter without a second look.

“Where’s it going?” You asked as you opened up the satchel looped over your shoulder. Its contents were depressingly small for the effort it took to get here. Traversing through the Rings could be exhausting and expensive from the impossibly slow crowds of Sloth commuters to the bolder pickpockets of Greed.

“The Envy Ring. Something about a scorned love affair or something. She wasn’t exactly keen on the topic.” Rosie explained with a huff as the woman was a gossip hound at heart. Even as much as she denied it, stating it was mere conversation over tea and cake with a touch of theatrics.

“Want me to try and get more info from the other party?” You suggested with a grin.

“Oh, you know me only too well, Bichon.” Rosie praised as she handed over the letter with a knowing look. It was a fair trade in the end as you knew that she too would be benefiting from advertising your services. Currency freely exchanging hands as Sinners weren’t exactly able to travel between the Rings compared to Hellborne. At least half of your jobs came from the Pride Ring, it would have been even more if you took on more dangerous jobs like weaponry and drugs. Yet, you had seen too many of your fellow Couriers waylaid carrying those sorts of things. No, it’s why you stuck to letters, smaller packages and other less flashy deliveries.

Alarm shot through your form like an unpleasant shock as you spied the time on the wooden grandfather clock in the corner of the shop. Has it been that long? It seemed like merely an hour had passed since your arrival to the garden.

“Shit, Rosie, I’m sorry, I need to-” Your words rambled over each other as you hastily closed up your satchel. Rosie shook her head with a gentle look, she knew what you meant to say as you quickly dashed out the door without another word.

Somehow, it made the small seed packet feel all the warmer against your chest.

Your quaint morning didn’t last long as another client slammed their door in your face. You could easily hear the curses directed towards your unexpected news through the door. What else did the Sinner expect from a loan shark in the Greed ring, clemency? At least it was over and done with as you stepped out onto the cracked pavement of the street. It was almost second nature now to ignore the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as eyes followed your trail.

Hellhounds weren’t unheard of in the Pride Ring, but it was a rarer occurrence. It didn’t help that your company’s logo was stitched on the back of your blue vest ‘Hellhound Couriers. Bones, bags and bodies, we’ll fetch it all.’ in stylized block lettering. At least, the rest of the uniform wasn’t too drastic as you ran a finger over the brim of the knitted cloche hat, smoothing it out. Black slacks tailored for Hellhounds alone as the seams of the ends flared out for larger paws.

Your grip on the satchel tightened as your path was blocked by a pair of Sinners. Now the hair on the back of your neck was raised as the one with goat-like horns picked at sharp teeth with the tip of a knife. While the other held a casual nonchalant air about him, eyes piercing like serpents, but you could see the defined outline of a gun in his coat pocket.

“I told you Jack, it’s funny thing.”

“Oh, is it?” The goat retorted as you took a single step back.

“Ya, we go looking for Hellhound and lookie here. Satchel n all.”

A low growl vibrated in your throat as the would-be thieves eyed you up and down. Fuck, it wasn’t like you couldn’t fight, but it would risk the packages. That wouldn’t do at all. What would the recipient of the lover’s letter from earlier think if the sincere words were stained with blood.

“I don’t want trouble.” You hissed through clench teeth as your ears twitched at the loud click of the gun’s safety going off.

“Well, our associates don’t want debts. So here we are. Now be a good little doggie and hand those papers over.” The goat sinner demanded as he held out his hand, only to pull it back with a sharp scream as your teeth clamped down on flesh and bone. The sudden pull made it even easier for you to vault over the injured man.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE, SHOOT.” The goat Sinner bleated as you could see him clutching the bleeding stubs of his pointer and index finger while his surprised associate scrambled with the gun.

A single loud crack broke through the air as you took a stuttered gasp of air. Fuck, your lungs burned even though the chase only begun. Blood blossomed over your vest as your shocked brain put two and two together, the bullet had pierced through your back and went out your chest. Hissing through the pain, you did your best to stifle the warm blood with your palm. It still dripped slowly onto the pavement as you scrambled into another alleyway. Copper hazily fogged your sense of smell as you tried to focus on anything but the wound. You needed a plan.

Quickly.

Another bullet thudded into the brick wall above your head as you willed your strained body to move once again. Blood, too much blood had been lost as you could feel the edges of your vision begin to flicker with black spots. Still, hope flickered in your chest as you caught sight of the familiar brass lettering of the gateway, all it was going to take was a few more steps.

“Fuck.” The curse spilled from your lips half spoken and half in a howl as a bullet tore through your lower left leg. Your sharp nails dragged into the concrete below as you tried to pull yourself forward, even with the numbing sensation spreading throughout your body.

“Could have made this all the easier if you had given us the damn-” The goat sinner growled as you felt the cool tip of the gun brush over the tops of your ears. His words muddled as you feebly tried to shrink away from the weapon. His mocking laughter rang in your head as you weakly held on the satchel as it was ripped from your form. The noise stuttered to a halt as the pointed tip of a knife protruded from his eye, warm blood dripped onto your cold form as you could hear the soft shake of an umbrella.

“Now, now that isn’t necessary.”

“You crazy bi-”

Another shriek pierced the air as the packed earth beneath you rumbled like a startled beast. Something wrapped around your midriff as it pulled you forward toward the gateway. You could feel the unintentional prick of thorns over your skin as the thing shuddered protectively before carefully setting you upright, still supporting you about your waist.

Vines? You blinked rapidly trying to clear the fog from your vision as you lightly brushed over the foliage. Yes, vines as the thing shuddered as you accidentally pricked yourself on a sharp thorn allowing dark blood to drip over its’ green-brown ‘flesh’.

“Now let’s take a look at you, looking a bit peaky, my little Bichon.”

“Rosie?”

Her gentle smile was the last thing you saw as the world was blanketed in darkness.

Soft. Warm. Too warm. You jolted upward as hot fire ripped through your chest from the exertion. Fuck, that was right, you had been shot, your sharp nails digging into your chest felt like a gentle caress compared to the throbbing muscle beneath it.

“Now, now. Let’s not be hasty.” The gentle voice was melodic in your ears as Rosie’s hands gently removed your tensed nails and held your paws in her own. You tried to speak, but your dried lips went mute as Rosie fussed over you. Holding cool water to your lips as you eagerly wet your parched throat. The back of her hand on your forehead as she tried to gauge the potential on-set for a fever.

She was taking care of you.

In her personal quarters.

In her bed.

“I removed the bullets, don’t fret. Seems like you are already healing up from that little misadventure, lamb.” Rosie tutted as she could see your eyes bounce around the room. It was surprisingly sparsely decorated.The bed, a modest wardrobe, a single bouquet of flowers in a crystal vase on the bedside table. The vase inhabits some sort of snapdragon that flared out with bright crimson petals.

The cool sheets did little to hide your flaming face as Rosie chuckled at your poor attempt to burrow yourself further under the cotton sheets. Anything to hide the pure scalding embarrassment of the disastrous day and having to be rescued by the Overlord of all people.

“Honestly, those interlopers must have been desperate to get after you for entering the Town uninvited. Whatever could have set them off.” Rosie questioned as you muttered an answer in a half-hearted explanation about Greed Ring loan sharks and bills. Or well coming due problems as you got a split second glance at the material when it was thrown back at your face.

“Ruffians. The lot of them. Going after my little Bichon like that. Well, Miss Tufele and Mr.Remius were delighted to have the late lunch-in. Gave me the most lovely of little tea cakes that we’ll-”

“I am sorry for causing you problems. Miss Rosie. It’s not becoming of my -”

“Hush.”

Your apology was cut off by a single finger against your muzzle as you went mute as commanded. Delicate, she was so gentle towards you as sharp nails brushed over your face. Treating you with as light a hand as a new sprout ready to be transplanted into the outside soil. Now a different sort of heat brushed through your fur, a slow warm ooze that started from the tips of your ears down to your toes. All because of a simple chaste kiss on your black snout as Rosie’s fingertips ghosted over your alert ears.

“Rosie, can I-”

“Oh, sweet Bichon, even in your injured state of are all manners” Rosie teased as your tail wagged at the flirtatious inflection in her tone. Her girlish giggles were like the chimes of the most delightful bells as your lips met for a proper kiss. Short, sweet and to the point as her perfume fluttered over your form. She always did smell delightful, but now up close, it was like a banquet. Sweet smelling vanilla and the gentle notes of roses. The faintest taste of copper as you leaned in to deepen the kiss, , but at the same time you whined as your injured flesh twinged from the movement.

The sharper sound ended the kiss quickly as Rosie clucked her tongue at your hasty actions.

“Now, there will be time for that later.”

You couldn’t help but sink dramatically into the pillows with a sigh as Rosie patted the top of your head with a chuckle.

“I promise.” Rosie muttered against the top of your ears as the sensitive things twitched from the brush of warm air against them. Still, you did as she asked and gave her a winning smile which she winked at.

“Well, this is a change. Usually I can’t get you to sit and stay for the briefest second of calm. Always underfoot like a cat in the kitchen wanting to help me with something. Although, I do have a request, next time, show up at my doorstep unbloodied, bichon.” Rosie hummed as she flitted around the room. Opening up the window to let fresh air inside as the low rays of the sunset crept into the interior.

“I’ll promise, Miss Rosie. Thank you..for..the..exciting day..” You promised as Rosie smiled that gentle sincere smile that made your heart flutter like a Hellhound pup over a bone.

“Think nothing of it, Bichon. Now how about a bit of tea?”

That’s how you spent the next few days. Sending apologetic letters to clients about needing to recuperate from unexpected delays. A few hesitant steps around the garden, Rosie on your arm giving encouragement. Piping hot tea and the little ginger cakes that you got to howl your praises over. Most memorable was the gentle kiss on your cheek as you left, satchel on your shoulder and a promise to come visit within the next few days.

Things were looking up in Hell.

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callsign-rogueone · 2 months

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our girl - d.a + x.r.

Dain Aetos x reader x Xaden Riorson You and Xaden have been hooking up for a while now, but Threshing throws a wrench (and another person) into your relationship. [request] words: 2.5k (went a little overboard lol, this dynamic was so fun to think about) 🏷: FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME SPOILERS. NSFW at the end. she/her reader. I did this one a little differently; a full scene with dialogue, and then headcanons about what the relationship would be like (sfw, nsfw + angst; I apologize in advance…) banner made by user cafekitsune!

You dismount, managing to land on your feet. Maybe the gauntlet had been good practice after all, and not just a form of torture. The flight field is slowly filling in with dragons and their chosen riders. Dain is standing next to you with a massive red daggertail. Nice.

Your two dragons look at each other, and for a moment you’re worried they’re going to start a fight, but they just bump heads softly. They’re… friends?

Then Dain’s dragon turns toward you, looking you in the eye, and you freeze, holding completely still as it sniffs you. You must pass inspection, because he pulls back after a few seconds, satisfied, but you don’t dare move, your heart still pounding.

“Relax, girl. I will not hurt you.”

You startle at the second voice speaking to you, stumbling back in shock. A shimmering red string has appeared beside the soft blue one you share with Lann. You tug on it gently, and Dain’s eyes snap toward you, having felt the pull.

“They’re mated.”

“Smart boy,” Cath purrs.

You’re still trying to get used to having another being speaking in your head, hearing your every thought, but now you have two?

You don’t have time to complain about it before Xaden comes running toward you.

Both Lann and Cath stand taller, flaring their nostrils. Cath looks like he’s contemplating how Xaden would taste.

Xaden comes to a stop a few yards away, not wanting to provoke them. It’s easy enough for him to put it together, seeing Dain standing behind you with the mated pair. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Cath blows a puff of foul-smelling steam at Xaden in warning. “Tell him to watch his tone.”

You don’t.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Xaden says, a look in his eye you’ve never seen before; pure anger.

You take a step back, bumping into Lann’s foreleg. She curls her neck down, placing her head between your body and Xaden’s. You’ve only been bonded all of ten minutes, but she’s already willing to protect you with her life.

“It wasn’t her fault,” Dain challenges, crossing his arms. “Nor is it mine.”

Your stomach flips. You’d never expected that Dain would be the one defending you here.

“I should gut you before the bond gets any stronger,” Xaden threatens. What is he so mad for?

“You of all people should know that the consequences can be dire. You won’t risk her life in that way.”

“What the hell are the two of you talking about?” You ask, but they don’t answer, too busy threatening each other.

“Human males and their arguing,” Lann sighs. “Were they dragons, they’d fight to the death and the victor would keep you.”

“That remains a possibility,” you reply quietly, still watching the two of them. Xaden certainly looks like he’s contemplating murder right now.

“I could just incinerate him, but Sgaeyl would have my head if I did,” Cath muses, sounding bored. “And you seem attached.”

You turn to glare at him. “Not funny.”

“Threats from someone your size are only humorous,” Cath replies, still watching the two men argue.

“Like it or not, Riorson, she’s my responsibility now,” Dain says firmly. What is that supposed to mean? Why does Dain care all of a sudden if you live or die?

“Do not forget that you have a voice in this matter, too,” Lann adds.

She’s right.

“Quit it, both of you!” You interrupt before they can come to blows, and both boys turn toward you, quieting. “Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!”

Their eyes soften.

“Darling, I didn’t mean-“ Xaden begins.

You cross your arms over your chest, glaring up at the boy. “I’m not done,” you say, and he falls silent. “Dain’s right; neither of us asked for this, but it happened, and there’s no changing it now. I know you two hate each other, but I will not have you two fighting over me like I’m some kind of object. Neither of you have any claim to me. I’m not your girlfriend, and even if I was, you still don’t own me. I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions and keep myself safe.”

Neither of them respond, silent and guilty as your words settle in.

“And that is why I chose you,” Lann says proudly.

You ignore the compliment, stepping away from her and turning to leave, swiping the tears from your cheeks.

“I apologize, shrewd one.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly. “You didn’t know.”

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“Professor Kaori?” You ask quietly. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

He already knows why you’re here. “I heard about you and Aetos. Cath and Lann have been mated for nearly two centuries. Their bond is strong.”

“Have you known many other pairs like them?”

“A few,” he answers. “Dragons can live for millennia. Unlike us, they do not fall in love at age twenty, and they are quite selective with their partner. It is a lifelong commitment for them, and not one they take lightly.”

“And their riders?” You ask, holding your breath.

“A pair at Montserrat, who are now married, and another pair who regard each other like blood sisters.”

He doesn’t mention anyone like you and Dain, who hardly know each other and don’t really care to.

“I‘ll make this clear with you, cadet, as you need to know this and accept it; you and Aetos will be stuck together until the end of your days. The four of you must exist as a functional unit. The grief of one of your deaths may be enough to end you all.”

Your eyes widen. So that’s why Xaden had been so pissed.

“You are both excellent students who will undoubtedly become skilled riders,” Kaori says. “Get to know each other in the coming weeks, and settle your differences sooner than later. The health of your relationship, even if it remains strictly professional, is vital.”

You thank him quietly, heading back to your room. You don’t have time to stew over the news; you have assignments due tomorrow.

Two hours pass. You’ve just finished proofreading your essay when there’s a knock on the door.

Dain and Xaden. You motion for them to come in, knowing that the two of them together outside your door will look deeply suspicious to any passerby.

“What the fuck do you two want?”

Xaden nods at Dain, motioning for him to talk.

“We discussed it, and we realized you’re right. We’re just going to have to deal with this, and there’s no use in us fighting about it.”

Xaden speaks next. “You’ve proven that you can handle yourself, but we both still want to protect you. We care for you deeply, and that’s not going to change. We’re declaring a truce.”

“Whose idea was that?” You ask, wary.

“His,” Dain answers. Interesting.

You look to Xaden. “And you’re fine with this,” you say, motioning between you and Dain, “that we’ll be able to speak directly to each other, that we can’t be apart for more than a few days, that we’re going to be stationed together for life?”

“Yes. I trust him not to hurt you, if only because his life is now tied to yours.”

That’s high praise coming from Riorson, who doesn’t fully trust anyone. You don’t dare ask why he feels this way.

“As you said,” Xaden continues, the tone of his voice making your heart flutter, “I hold no claim to you. You remain your own person, no matter how strongly I feel for you or how many nights we have spent together. The decision lies with you.”

“Dain?” You ask.

He’s been silent, watching you with a softness in his eyes. He’d never taken a good look at you before, never appreciated how beautiful you are. “If he’s okay with it, and you are, then I am too.”

You’d never felt compassion for Dain, never cared if he lived or died, but now you’re overwhelmed with a sense that you need to protect him — to guard that little red string until your last breath. “I care for both of you as well. You’re both good men, who are important to me, and I’d like to have you remain in my life, if you promise to play nicely.”

You extend a pinky to each of them.

Dain looks confused.

“She doesn’t fuck around with pinky promises. This might as well be a blood oath for her,” Xaden explains, interlocking your fingers — this isn’t new to him.

Dain reaches forward, the warmth of his skin against yours sending a wave of soothing energy through you.

“Are you going to make us pinky promise each other too?” He asks playfully, the first joke you’ve ever heard him crack.

Xaden is unamused. “Don’t push it, Aetos.”

You giggle at his barely-restrained contempt. This is gonna be fun.

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sfw

Most of the quadrant know that yours and Dain’s dragons are mated, and that messing with one of the four of you means invoking the wrath of the other three. For the first time since conscription day, you can walk the halls alone without fearing for your life.

Nobody is aware of Xaden’s role in the relationship, and he prefers to keep it that way — it keeps the target off your back, and this way nobody can say that he’s giving you special treatment or shame you for having two partners. Garrick is the only person who knows about all of this, and he’s sworn to secrecy (that had certainly been an interesting conversation to have).

Xaden may not declare his feelings for you publicly, but he and Sgaeyl are always watching your back, ready to jump in should Dain not be there or should things get out of his control.

The two act generally indifferent to each other, but their love of you is enough for them to behave when you’re around.

They find a good balance between treating you like a princess and pushing you to be the best you can be, letting you do your own work and prepare yourself for what’s to come after graduation.

nsfw:

The first time you felt Lann and Cath going at it was... interesting.

Xaden knew that this would happen eventually, having felt the same feeling before from Tairn and Sgaeyl. He had warned you days prior that the overwhelming need could lead you astray easily, but that he wouldn’t be mad if you and Dain acted on it.

And act you did. You became addicted to Dain’s touch as soon as you felt it, not wanting it to be a one-time thing, and that’s when the three of you decided that the boys would share you.

We all know Xaden is possessive. He used to call you “my girl” when it was just the two of you hooking up, but now you’re their girl.

“Aww, is our pretty girl needy?”

“I think our girl deserves a reward for being so good.”

Dain is shy at first, but he works up the confidence to start teasing you through the bond. He loves to watch you squirm from across the room as his voice speaks directly into your mind, telling you how hot you looked sparring, what he’s going to do to you tonight…

Xaden does something similar, his shadows brushing your arms and neck, sometimes even slipping under your clothes to touch your body when he can’t, giving soft caresses to your back and waist, but he’ll never take it too far — just enough to make you want his hands on you instead.

They’re competitive as hell. They’ll tag team you, taking turns to see who can make you cum harder/faster. Your personal record is six times in one night, three apiece before you nearly passed out. They declared a tie, putting aside their egos to care for their sweet girl who had taken it all so well for them.

Sometimes you get both of them at once, and it’s a little overwhelming but so so good. Making out with one while the other is on his knees for you, or one holding your hand and telling you how pretty you look while the other pounds you into the mattress…

The two of them together are the ultimate brat taming combo, with Dain’s strictness and Xaden’s strength. If you give them attitude, get too cozy with another rider, purposely put yourself in danger, or neglect to take care of yourself (overworking, skipping meals, not getting enough sleep…), you’ll have some consequences to face when you’re back behind closed doors that night.

Xaden will tie your hands behind your back with his shadows, Dain edging you until you cry and apologize, promising that you’ll never break their rules again (but you inevitably do, and then they have to teach you your lesson all over again, hehe)

Despite how rough they can be with you, they always take incredibly good care of you afterward, staying to clean you up and hold you close, reminding you how much they love you.

You’re always in the middle when cuddling afterward, as they refuse to touch each other more than absolutely necessary, but you don’t complain, just happy to be held and fall asleep safe between your two strong men 🥰

and now some angst, because that’s what I do:

When you and Dain came back from RSC, bloody and limp, Xaden took care of both of you, finally showing some love to Dain and taking pity on him, helping bandage his wounds and wash the dried blood from his skin.

Eventually Xaden starts distancing himself from the two of you, worried that Dain will read his memories either on purpose or by accident, and find out about his dealings with the gryphon fliers, which you have no idea about.

He plays it off as being busy with third year / wingleader stuff, and you and Dain don’t think anything of it; Xaden has always been withdrawn, never the type to share his thoughts unprompted, and he likes to spend time alone.

When Violet bonds with Tairn at threshing, you realize how Xaden had felt when he realized you and Dain were tied together, only you were less angry and more sad.

You knew this would happen, that Tairn would have to choose a rider eventually, but it still hurt you deeply. Dain held you all night, whispering sweet things to you while you cried and promising that he would never ever leave you.

You decide to rip the bandage off first, finding Xaden alone a few days later and telling him that for the sake of all four of you and your dragons, this should end here.

He agreed quietly, giving you one last kiss and holding you for a few minutes before finally letting go.

When Basgiath found out about the revolution, about everything going on beyond the wards, the two of you didn’t hesitate to follow Xaden to Aretia — he may no longer be yours, but you still love him and would gladly fight by his side until the end of your days. 💔

#xaden riorson #dain aetos #xaden riorson x reader #dain aetos x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #reader insert #mine

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trailblazethegalaxy · 4 months

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Old Books ~ *Dan Heng*

Summary: You're looking for a new book to read, so you decide to see if Dan Heng has any. This leads to the two of you engaging in a debate about books and languages to learn...

Pairing: Dan Heng X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 582

Warning: Dan Heng is a bit OOC. This is an AU to the highest degree.

Masterlist

“All I’m saying is Don Quixote was not that great of a book.” You shrugged, perusing one of Dan Heng's many bookshelves.

“And I’m saying you’re absolutely wrong.” He shook his head. “Don Quixote is a charming novel I found on Terra. It was funny and thought provoking at the same time.”

"I never thought I'd live to see the day you call a novel funny, especially one from Terra." You shake your head with a teasing smile.

He shot you a glare. "Forgive me for not being textbooks and calculations all the time."

You held your hands up in mock surrender. "I never said that! But I’m sorry. I just found Don Quixote boring.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Let me guess. You liked those Jane Austen and Brontë novels instead, didn’t you?”

You looked over at him, horrified. “Oh hell no! Wuthering Heights was worse than Don Quixote by a long shot! Heathcliff was the absolute worst!”

He smirked and shook his head. “You’re correct in that observation. I never understood how writers from that age thought those stories were romantic. Are there any classical novels from Terra you do like?”

You paused to think. “Good question. Well, I think the Count of Monte Cristo was really good, one of my favorites actually. A Tale of Two Cities is also pretty good. And I did enjoy reading Anna Karenina and War and Peace.”

One of his eyebrows perked up. “You read War and Peace?”

“More like I skimmed through it.” You mumbled, letting out an awkward giggle.

Dan Heng shook his head again. “You should read it some time. I think you might enjoy it after you get past all the fluffy 19th century language.”

“I’ll be sure to look into it if I can find it. You never clean up around here. It makes it hard to find anything in this place.”

“Everything has a place and everything is in its place.” He reminded you, his voice sharp.

You rolled your eyes, before muttering under your breath. “Yeah well it seems the place for everything is all over the floor.”

“I heard that!”

All you could do was laugh and hope he didn’t kill you. However, after digging through the shelves some more, you were surprised when he handed you a large book with the words War and Peace printed on the front. You took it, surprised that it felt lightweight despite how big it was.

“Found it.”

“So you did.”

As Dan Heng went back to looking for a new book to read, which was easier said than done, he asked, “So, what’s the oldest book you’ve read?”

“Hmm, probably the Epic of Gilgamesh.”

He nodded. “Not a bad little epic. But I’ve read books older than that.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Of course you have. It's your thing. You love reading books from way back when and from all over the universe. You can probably read every language in the universe and understand it. Even dead languages!”

“Well, I could teach you some if you’d like.” He shrugged.

You perked up. “Please? There are so many cool languages I’d love to learn and use to both impress and scare people with.”

He laughed. “Alright. Pick a language and we’ll start learning when we both have time.”

Nodding, you added smoothly. “You better be prepared for all the love notes in multiple languages I’m going to send you when we're traveling through planets.”

He sighed. "I don't doubt it."

#Honkai: Star Rail #Honkai: Star Rail Fanfiction #Honkai: Star Rail Drabble #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Drabble #The Astral Express #Dan Heng #Dan Heng X Reader #Dan Heng Fanfiction #Dan Heng Drabble #Dan Heng Fluff #Drabble #Fluff

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animehouse-moe · 9 months

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Chainsaw Man Chapter 137: Chu Chu Lovely Muni Muni Mura Mura

Oh what, you thought we were going to be thought provoking and actually dive into Denji's struggle as a character through a normal lens? Ha-ha, you fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders, the most famous of which is “Never get involved in a land war in Asia,” but only slightly less well known is this: "Never expect Fujimoto to be normal".

The whole chapter is expectation subversion, which perfectly captures both Fujimoto's sense of humor, and his absolute desire for b-list and camp. I mean, just look at how we open, Denji giving a surprisingly long winded (for him) monologue about maturing past the point of taking whatever kind of affection he can.... before it's revealed that it's all in his head and he's sucking on a dead devil.

In all honesty though, this is rather unironically an important moment for Denji. Why? Because he knows better. He himself understands the situation that he's in, that he should be better than what he's doing, that he shouldn't be caving to the whims and mockery of a girl offering an empty promise. But he can't stop himself. He's so far below rock bottom in this moment that it doesn't matter if it's a lie, it doesn't matter if she's hazing him. What matters is that she's giving him attention, and a chance to delude himself from his current station in life.

Anyways, the pair go to a karaoke place and the girl gets going on a song, leading to probably one of Fujimoto's best action sequences in all of part 2 now.

And no, it's not the action itself that makes this an incredible moment, it's quite literally everything else. Denji fell for the trap, he took it hook, line, and sinker and is now stuck fighting off a small army of men with baseball bats while the girl sings an absolute rager in the background. The entire setup is just incredible, the sheer thrill that both viewers and Denji alike feel from the moment is impeccable, and it ends the chapter on just the right note.

I mean, look at this, the pile of bodies littering the hallway, the three panel shot of Denji's face, the matchup to end the chapter. Absolutely masterclass Fujimoto work on display.

I'd really like to take a closer look at Denji's reaction (and all the guys with bats too). These three panels give sort of a double meaning to Denji's character, in my opinion. The first, is self-deprecating humor at the fact that he ever thought he might stand a fraction of a snowball's chance in hell for the trap to not be a trap. And the second, well the second is Denji finding that Chainsaw Man spark again. Pure unadulterated violence, the feeling of superiority, of a challenge or uphill fight laid against him. Denji's in his element now, and that's dangerous for our girl here.

Anyways, the guys with bats. Very funny idea considering the girl "gets around", so seeing a lineup of guys appear with bats while Denji and this girl are on a "date" is a pretty good type of humor.

Overall, for how insane this chapter is, it's exactly what Denji needed. He needed to be beat down, he needed to feel that desperation, he needed to remember who he is. That even if he goes to school now, even if he has a little sister and a house and food and all sorts of stuff, that the part of him that became Chainsaw Man is still a part of Denji. That they're two sides of the same coin. That he's still strong and capable and dangerous, and that he can keep chasing all the dreams he could ever want.

#chainsaw man #csm pt 2 #chainsaw man manga #csm manga #chainsaw man part two #chainsaw man part 2 spoilers #csm part 2 #csm part two #csm spoilers #csm denji #csm yoshida #manga recommendation #manga review #anime and manga #manga

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Eddie x reader

Where she hits a bully with a lunch tray because they’re making fun of Eddie for something stupid because she don’t take none of that shit

I love violent reader insert

A/N: i too, love violent reader insert, with all my anger issues (which I should prolly talk to my therapist about) I too would smack anyone with a lunch tray if they made fun of the love of my life.

e. munson || violent delights

tw: mentions of (well deserved) violence against douchebags

While you were relatively new at Hawkins, only having lived there for about two years when you transferred in your sophomore year of high school, you had earned quite the reputation for yourself as none other than the badass of Hawkins High.

It wasn’t that you were mean or unnecessarily cruel, the basket ball team douchebags had already taken the title as bullies of the school anyhow, it was just that you were frank, brutally honest, and utterly allergic to bullshit.

You didn’t bother with the stupid made up rules about cliques being unable to mix, despising the social hierarchy with all your heart and soul, you were friends with the people you wanted to be friends with, from all different sorts of groups. From the funny band kids to some of the less pretentious, nicer cheer leaders, to even some of the nerds that played dungeons and dragons, you only ever made space in your life for genuine people, people who could be their most authentic selves without worrying about the status quo.

Your reputation as an absolute badass first started when you called out your old, racist, sexist, homophobic, and all-things-a-bigot-was English teacher who gave you a backhanded comment in class when you wrote about how F. Scott Fitzgerald was a shithead who basically plagiarized his wife’s work and plastered his name on it when you were supposed to do an in-depth essay on The Great Gatsby and it’s themes involving “the American dream”. You smirk at the memory of him basically cowering at your feet when you called out the fallacies he had used when you debated with him.

But, you had officially earned your title when you broke a jock’s nose by slamming his stupid face into a locker when he had made a sexist remark at you right before he tried to lean in an swap salivas with you.

You had been sent to detention that day, and that was the fateful day you had made acquaintances with with a certain metalhead. After telling him your reason of being there, he had applauded you, inviting you over to his club to join in on one of his campaigns. Unable to refuse as you had wanted to get to know him more, you agreed.

From then on, you found yourself constantly within the company of Eddie Munson.

You liked him, with his whole eccentric personality, witty remarks, and weird sense of humor, you had become friends with the boy fairly quickly despite his outcast status—which, of course, you didn’t give a damn about. He made you laugh the hardest you had ever felt, stomach aching to the point you swore if you laughed anymore you’d grow a six pack; he was someone you often sought out for to have some of the most interesting, thought provoking conversations. Despite his carefree demeanor and utter lack of concern for his academics, you had observed that Eddie was actually really smart, able to dismantle societal concepts with his disdain for conformity, hell, you even admired the guy for his open mindedness.

Though you had made friends, you could only ever really count them on the fingers of one of your hands, as people were too intimidated by your blunt demeanor to approach you. That, combined with your resting bitch face, made it hard for people to view you in a warm and welcoming perspective.

But you had decided long ago that whoever was too intimidated by your aura and sharp eyes weren’t worth your time. If your reputation and the rumors they had heard of you honestly made them hesitate to befriend you, they weren’t people you wanted in your life anyway.

Currently, you sat at a lunch table with Eddie and the other members of Hellfire, throwing your head back in laughter as you cackle at one of Eddie’s snarky jokes about the popular crowd.

As if they had heard him, Eddie’s own sworn enemy stands from his seat and makes his way towards your guys’ table.

Ever the observant one, you had spotted him get up from his seat, by scanning his body posture with his clenched hands as well as the look of contempt in his eyes, you silently prepared yourself for battle.

As he saunters over to the table, a few of the other basketball jocks following behind him, you let out a tsk.

Didn’t even have the fucking balls to come here himself, no, he had to bring in reinforcements.

The glare you send him almost makes him want to turn back and torment the D&D nerds another day, but since he was a man with his pride on the line, he very idiotically ignored his gut feeling.

You intertwined your fingers together, propping your elbows on the table as you rested your chin on your hands, eyeing his movements carefully.

The others quickly catch on, the freshmen, who you knew as Mike and Dustin, quickly avert their gaze and freeze like deer in the headlights, as if Jason Carver was a T-Rex: he can’t see you if you didn’t move.

But if Jason was a T-Rex, you were motherfucking Godzilla.

He flashes them his signature smile before Eddie rolls his eyes at him.

“What do you want, Carver?”

“Oh y’know, just wanted to see what the freak show was up to—hey, didn’t anyone tell you guys the circus left town the other day?” The blonde says sarcastically as his goonies laugh at his weak ass joke.

You stay silent, thinking that maybe, just maybe, in that pea sized brain of his, he would somehow find some common sense and realize what the hell he was getting into.

“Fuck off, will ya?” Gareth replies, exasperated from the jock’s incessant attempts of intimidation and bullying.

“And the geek speaks!” Jason cries. “What, you guys feeling brave now that (last name) is sitting at your table?”

Eddie stands, his form most definitely towering over Jason’s, in order to defend his friend.

You only pay half attention to whatever Eddie says to him, glare glued onto Jason, laying patiently, silently in wait for that jackass to give you a good reason to knock him into next Tuesday.

Whatever Eddie says to him riles him up more than Jason reckoned.

The blonde laughs, the sound devoid of any amusement at Eddie’s words.

“Why don’t you take you and your satanic cult and get the hell away from here, yeah? Or, better yet, why don’t you jump off a bridge? Doubt anyone’ll miss you,” every word that comes out of his mouth makes you want to claw his eyes out. “You’re nothing but a freak, Munson, no one fucking wants you around. Bet your parents left you with your uncle because they couldn’t stand to see what an utter disappointment their child was—or, maybe they couldn’t find it in themselves to love a freakish monster like you.”

Good, you thought, that sentence was reason enough for you.

You grab your lunch tray, lowering in order for him not to catch onto what you were about to do next.

You plaster a smile on your face, which had him somewhat fooled. He smiled back at you warmly.

“(y/n), come on, why don’t we escort you away from these freaks,” He starts, gesturing you over to him and his friends.

Tch, typical meathead jock, not a single thought in his brain. Had he seriously not noticed the look of pure death in your eyes?

“Of course,” your voice is nauseatingly, sickeningly sweet that it sends a shudder up Jason’s spine. “But, first—“ were the last thing Jason heard before you lifted up your lunch tray high in the air as you swung it at him, hitting him smack dab on the face.

He lurched backwards at the force you had hit him with, blood coming out his nostrils as his friends caught him before he could land on the floor.

Too bad, you would’ve loved to see that.

Eddie and the rest of your friends are absolutely stunned, while at the same time admiring how gracefully and effortlessly you had just attacked the captain of the basketball team.

As Jason somewhat regains his consciousness, he wiped the blood that had started to dribble from his nose onto his upper lip, panic and shock written all over his face.

You bend your knees slightly as you lean in towards him, his so called friends too chicken to even try to defend their captain from your wrath.

“Next time you try that shit again,” you start, placing the lunch tray down on the floor. “It’ll be the last thing you ever do, mkay?”

He stammers, hands shaking under your vicious stare.

“Nod if you understand.” You say, ensuring the message got to him loud and clear.

He gulps, nodding his head slowly.

“Good.” You state, flipping your hair as you waltz your way back to your seat, sipping your apple flavored juice box.

The whole cafeteria looks at you with the same and utter shock Jason had just given you, murmuring to themselves about the scene that had just unfolded while Jason was basically carried by his friends that acted like his crutches.

Eddie sits down and exhales. “That, was the single most amazing thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life,” he looks to you, veneration in his eyes as he chuckles. “All hail (y/n)!”

The group continues to chant Eddie’s statement, banging their fists on the table as they praise you. You roll your eyes playfully at their antics before standing up to take a bow.

Suddenly, you freeze, and all commotion in the cafeteria comes to a halt as a well dressed man strode his way towards you.

Through all your time in his office, you recognize the man instantly.

“Principal Higgins,” Mike breathes out as he glances towards you worriedly.

“(y/n), to my office, now.”

You turn around slowly, slumping your shoulders as you follow his orders.

“Yes, dad.” You groan inwardly.

But as you catch sight of Eddie giving you a smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief, you can’t help but feel the pride swell in your chest.

Detention, suspension, community service, or even having to clean up the garage, whatever punishment your father had in store for you would be worth it.

#eddie munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic

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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Hi there, is it okay to request Yandere Loki, Thor and Buddha with Gender Neutral or Female Bruce Banner Reader, also known as the Hulk? Reader snaps and beats up Loki, calling him a ‘Puny God’ and throws hands with Thor (I can see Buddha safe from Reader’s Rampage since he’s actually been nice to Reader and just has to sing a lullaby to turn Reader back to normal)

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I just think Loki getting his ass kicked quite funny (Buddha definitely would think so) while Thor’s just confused and aroused 💀

NO, I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THIS BUT I COULD NOT BUT HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS. THIS IS A SLIGHTLY MORE SUGGESTIVE POST (NOTHING TOO BAD).

Okay so you're brought in to represent humanity and Brunhilde knows that you're about to hulk out and she just keeps it a secret. SO LET'S SAY YOU FACE OFF AGAINST LOKI BECAUSE HE'S A LITTLE INSTIGATOR AND HE TAUNTS YOU AND YOU JUST HULK OUT AND EVERYONE IS GOING: WHAT THE HELL- and Brunhilde is internally laughing because she has never seen anyone wipe the smile of Loki's face as fast as you did. Nor has she seen anyone literally wipe the floor with him as fast as you did.

This unknowingly brings three gods to become enamored with you:

The first one is surprisingly Loki himself, this man is a masochist as much as he is a sadist and while he absolutely was not expecting that, he just stares at you with deranged eyes filled with adoration because no mortal has EVER managed to do that to him before and he loved it. He will taunt you as both the monster and the scientist, trying to provoke you but you know he's got some sick desire to see you use your strength against him so you try not to let him get to you. Please, you brought out the bottom in him because now he's practically willing to do anything just so you could call him a "Puny God" again and grab him with your strong arms like he's absolutely no match for you <3. He's gonna be a harmless yandere with a Hulk! Darling because, yeah he's really creepy but he likes the way you hate him, the way only he is able to anger you, and loves the fact that below your shy and timid persona there's a monster just waiting to destroy everything underneath. The thought is so exciting to him!!

I honestly think that Thor was like: "Oh, wow, Loki's gonna beat them up" but then you turn into a monster and he's like: "WOAH, LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO-" In fact, I might even go as far as to say that you don't even charge at Thor at first, Thor gets in the middle between you and Loki because he knows his cousin doesn't deserve to fight with something as powerful and dangerous as you, he does! So yeah he and Loki definitely fight about his interference but you unleash your rage on him and he loves it. Yes, he likes using his hammer but he enjoys how your strength is enough to power even a God. He falls in love with every punch and hit and yeah, no, he'd def be aroused. When the fight is over and you go back to your human form, he does appreciate how gentle and soft you are. Both brains and brawn put in one human, he absolutely can't get enough of you. He's not as creepy as Loki but he's still rather creepy, he watches as Loki antagonizes you again specifically so he can watch you Hulk out and have another exciting fight with you again. But also, like he'll chase Loki off when you're human just to follow you like a lost puppy. If you're in your lab and working on something and need something but you can't reach it, he scares you because his hand grabs it and he hands it to you and you're there like: "How did you get inside here- How did I not notice you." and he shrugs but asks if you either want to sleep with him or fight him and you're just baffled.

NO BUDDHA HAS AN ADVANTAGE BECAUSE THE OTHER TWO JUST MAKE HIM SEEM NORMAL AND TOTALLY HIDE HIS OWN YANDERE TENDENCIES FOR YOU. But yeah no, he also met you as a human first so he has an appreciation for you and your Hulk side. ALSO NOT GONNA LIE, THE LULLABY IDEA IS SO SWEET. Like, of course he let's you rock Loki's shit first but then you turn you attention to the audience and that's when he interferes, appearing in front of you and being all: "Hey, pretty girl. Remember me?" and you kinda stop and he takes your hand and puts in his own and you focus on it before you slowly return back to your human form. When you panic, he holds you and tells you that he stopped you before you could hurt anyone and comforts you. Buddha will teach you how to calm yourself in your anger but he also definitely uses it to spend more private time with you and keep those pesky Norse gods away from you. He will suggest doing calming stretches but of course, he'll stand right behind you with his hands on you to guide your movements. He also likes the idea of being the only one who can calm you down, if someone else is able to do it, he'll make sure that he ruins their relationship with you. He loves you and your hulk self and he also has you wrapped around his finger because as a human, you're so easily flustered and charmed by him and he knows that you check him out and as the Hulk, you are careful to never harm him in your rampages.

#Yandere Record of Ragnarok x reader #yandere loki ror #yandere thor ror #yandere buddha ror #yandere x reader #loki x reader ror #Thor x reader ror #Buddha x reader ror #NO ANON BC UR LITERALLY SO BIGBRAINED FOR THIS OH MY GOD-

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dirtybitfic · 4 months

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Hit me I dare you-

Matt sturniolo fan-fic

🫦💋😈

Smut. Fighting. Slapping. Yelling. Making up.Bondage 🫣

Y/n pov

“FUCK YOU MATT . YOU ARE SUCH A DICK I CANT EVEN LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW” i yell in his face as he’s breathing hard fuming with anger.

“OH REALLY Y/N YOUR THE ONE WHO WAS GIVING THAT GUY FUCK ME EYES AS HE HIT ON YOU . YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANY RIGHT TO BE MAD AT ME RIGHT NOW” he yells in my face.

“OH REALLY WOW . I WAS NOT GIVING HIM FUCK ME EYES MATT I SIMPLY LOOKED UP AT HIM AS HE SPOKE TO ME . HE WAS TALL AS FUCK. ITS NOT MY FAULT YOUR A SHORT BITCH AND I JUST NEVER HAVE TO LOOK UP AT YOU WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME” i say getting even more angry with his accusations of me giving that guy at the bar Fuck me eyes.

“I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME FUCKING SHORT. GOD YOU ARE SUCH A BRATTY LITTLE CUNT SOMETIMES” he said as he grabbed me by the throat.

“DID YOU JUST CALL ME A FUCKING CUNT MATT . OH MY GOD FUCK YOU GO TO HELL AND GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME” I yell as I try and tear his hand off my throat but he just starts to squeeze harder making me go light headed. I hate to say it but seeing him so mad had me soaking fuckin wet.

Matt was always very dominant in all aspects of our relationship. But sometimes he takes it a little to far especially his possessiveness over me . He even clenches his jaw when I give Chris a hug . His own fucking brother who I am fully platonic friends with hugs me and he gets pissed off.

“WHAT DID HE SAY TO YOU HUH . DID HE TELL YOU LOOKED HOT . MAYBE THAT HE WANTED TO TAKE YOU HOME AND TREAT YOU LIKE A LITTLE SLUT” he said so much in my face that I felt his words vibrate through my head.

I just looked at him shocked by what he just said .

“ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING ANSWER ME OR AM I GONNA HAVE TO MAKE YOU” he said practically spitting the words in my face.

“YEAH MATT. HE ACTUALLY TOLD ME HOW MUCH HE WANTED TO TAKE ME TO THE BATHROOM BEND ME OVER THE SINK AS I WATCH HIM HIT IT FROM THE BACK THROUGH THE MIRROR” I yell back . This was obviously a lie . The guy we’re fighting about was actually gay and was asking me if Nick was into guys or not but Matt doesn’t need to know that just yet . Seeing how mad I can get him is just too entertaining.

“OH YEAH YOU THINK THATS FUCKING FUNNY DONT YOU YOU LITTLE FUCKING SLUT “ matt says as his grip on my throat tightened and he slammed my back against the wall he had me pinned too knocking the air out of my lungs.

“YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING BRAT . TELLING ME LIES JUST TO FUCKING PISS ME OFF NOW. YOU SHOULD KNOW NOT TO DO THAT BY NOW Y/N” his breathing has gotten more heavy and the next second his hand is raised by my face winding up to slap me.

Oh this is gonna be fun. Matt knows I love being slapped across the face in bed . I’m such a submissive little bitch when it comes to him. He could tell me to do anything and It would take no more than 5 seconds to oblige. But right now I know if he slapped me it wouldn’t be gentle . That thought intrigued me I wanna see how harshly his hand will hit my face so what do I do . PROVOKE HIM BITCH.

“OH YOU GONNA SLAP ME BITCH . I FUCKING. DARE.YOU” I scream in his face smiling a little bit pissing him off more than I thought I would . His hand still hasn’t moved so I tried a new tactic.

“AWW TO MUCH OF PUSSY TO DO IT . GOD THATS SO PATHETIC “ I said getting even more in his face then before.

Then all the sudden he slaps me so hard my head snaps to the left and my ear starts ringing a little bit. I just looked back at him smiling as a moan escapes my lips feeling so intensely turned on .

“WOW THAT WAS A GOOD ONE MATT . I GUESS YOUR NOT AS MUCH OF A PUSSY AS I THOUGHT” I said as he just looked down at me with darkened eyes pupils fully blown out.

“GOD YOU THINK YOUR SO CUTE DONT YOU GETTING ME RIALD UP. I BET YOUR PUSSY I JUST SOAKED ISNT IT” he yelled again now gripping me by my hair making me look him in the eyes and all I can to is whine from how hard he’s pulling . It’s kinda giving me a head ache.

“Aww what . Finally decided to shut that slutty little fucking mouth “ he said so dominantly my knees went weak and I moaned .

“God your such a mess . This is all because you just couldn’t walk away from a man trying to hit on you. How pathetic is that” he said in your ear almost as a whisper . His voice is so deep and horse from all the yelling and it’s driving me crazy.

He starts sliding his hand under my dress causing me to close my eyes and let out shaky breathe.

“Woooow. Such a slut . You didn’t even wear fucking under wear. Did you want other guys to see your Pussy as you bent over the bar to order drinks . Huh. Is that what you wanted .” He slid his fingers through my pussy lips feeling how wet i really am. Causing me to whimper it’s honestly concerning how wet I am from him yelling at me.

He yanks my hair causing my eyes to open back up .

“Fucking look at me when I speak to you. Is.that. What . You . Fucking wanted “ he said pronunciating every word as he stared into my eyes as anger flashed though his .

“N-no Matt i… “ I tried to get out .

“You what slut” he said angrily.

“I d-didn’t wear under because my dress was . T-too tight to wear any . T-they all showed lines.” I say sounding to pathetic as his fingers starting rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes and moaned from the feeling of his fingers driving me crazy.

“Strip. Now “ he said horse and authoritative.

I immediately started taking my dress off as he let go of my hair.

“Good girl. So fucking submissive for me” he says as i step of out my dress being fully naked for him now.

He grabbed me by my jaw harshly.

“Open that slutty little mouth for me “ he says as I look at him .

I open my mouth as he shoves his fingers in my mouth holding my tongue down and shoving his fingers down my throat causing me to gag and cough.

“Such a mess for daddy aren’t you slut “ he says making my eyes roll back into my head . He’s so fucking hot when he’s like this and I love every fucking second of it.

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and then chokes me as he goes down to suck of my tits harshly nipping and sucking creating big dark hickeys all over them .

My hands go to his hair as I arch into him letting whimpers leave my lips.

“On the bed . Now “ he says huskily .

I immediately start walking over to the bed and lay down . I look at him waiting for his next move . He starts walking to the dresser opening the top drawer. Oh shit I must have really pissed him off cause he pulls out the pair off hand cuffs he uses on me when he’s mad as me and wants to restrain me from touching him.

“Sit up . Hands behind you back” he says darkly as he walks over to me in the bed.

I sit up on my knees and put my hands behind my back as he secured the cuffs pretty tightly.

“ Ass up face down slut “ he says.

I try my best to position my self the way he wants but struggle since my arms are secured behind my back . I guess I wasn’t how he wanted me be causing he harshly pulls my hips back and pushes my back down so I’m arched more .

I hear him unbuckling his belt and then hear his pants drop to the floor along with probably his shirt and boxers.

“God your so wet . Your pussy is just begging for me huh” he says as he walks closer to the bed and kneels behind me on the bed.

All I can get out is a couple whimpers.

“Use your fucking words” he says as he plants a hard slap of my ass.

“Y-yes Matt please I need you so bad” I say in a Winey tone.

“ beg for it then slut come one tell daddy just how much you want it” he says as he grabs a hold of my hair yanking my face off the bed.

“Mmm please daddy I want it so bad . Please fuck me . Ple— “

Was all I got out before he slammed into me painfully.

“FUCK DADDY “ I screamed out as he started ramming his hips into my ass hitting my G-spot painfully hard. He practically bruising my insides right now.

“Yeah you fucking being treated like a slut don’t you “ he says as he leans down to get closer to my ear.

“ YES FUCK DADDY “ I screamed out already feeling my orgasm coming . I’m kinda shocked cause I’ve never been this close so fast.

“I can feel you tightening around me slut. If you wanna cum your gonna have to beg me for it” he growls out in my ear bringing me even closer .

“PL-PLEASE DADDDY FUCK PLEASE CAN I CUM .”

“Mmm I don’t know . You think you deserve to “ he says

“YES PLEASE .I-CANT H..HOLD IT MUCH LONGER. PLEASE DADDY PLEASE” I scream out almost in pain from how hard I’m holding my orgasm back.

“go on the. Cum on my fucking cock slut” he groans out in my ear .

I immediately let go legs shaking and my breathing becoming rapid as my orgasm courses through my whole body.

“Good girl that’s it squeeze my fucking cock” he groans out as I start to come down from my high. His thrust started to get deeper causing my legs to shake more.

I start to try and push him away from the overstimulation but fail because of the handcuffs.

“Aww is to much mama want me to slow down” he asks mockingly.

“Yes Fuck Matt it’s to much “ I wine out trying to get him to slow down but instead he grabs ahold of the hand cuffs pulling me up off the bed a little and starts ramming into me so hard I’m crying.

“FUCK MATT I CA-CANT TAKE IT . PLEASEEE”

“Nah ma you should have thought about that before you let another man even speak to you. “

I mean he is kinda right but Jesus Christ I’m about to orgasm again and I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle that so soon.

“ you can take it ma . I can tell your getting close again” he says as groans come out of his mouth turning me on even more.

“Fu… FUCK MATT DONT STOP IM SO FUCKING CLOSE” I scream out feeling my orgasm approaching but this one feels a bit different than last time.

“ come on ma give it to me like a good little girl” he says as more moans come out of his mouth from how hard my pussy I’d clamping down in him.

“FUCK MATT IM GONNA…” was all I got out before I felt like I got hit by a tidal wave and I’m seeing stars.

“Holy fuck yeah squirt on my fucking cock ma” he says as I feel like water is dripping down my legs.

“That’s a good girl . Aww look at you shaking under me “ he says in a mocking tone.

“Fuck Matt I can’t take anymore please “ I say as my entire body starts to shake it’s becoming way to much for me to handle .

He pulls out of me and I feel the bed dip behind me as I heard him walk back over to the drawer.

Oh fuck what could be be grabbing now . All I know is that it’s not gonna be fun for me . I’m still shaking as I drop my body onto the bed now laying flat on my stomach.

I hear him walk back over to me but I’m too tired to even turn my head to look at him. Next thing I know the hand cuffs are off and are replaced with ropes. Fuck me I should not have pissed him off as much as I did. He flips me over so now I’m on my back an yanks my left arm and ties the rope over the head bored . Then moves to tie my right arm up too.

“Matt please I’m sorry . I cant take anymore . Fuck my face for all I care but please give my Pussy a brake” I say begging him because my Pussy is feeling very abused and overstimulated right now

“Aww cute but no your gonna take what I give to you . Cry for all I care but I won’t stop until my cum is fulling you up” he says deeply sending shivers through my body.

He gets back into the bed and hovers over me and places kisses on my neck then sucking harshly creating more hickeys all over.

I let moans out at he starts sucking on my sweet spot making me even wetter than I already am . I try to pull my arms to put my hands in his hair but the ropes don’t budge and the knots around them seemed to tighten from the tugging.

“ stop pulling in them or your gonna cut your circulation off ma” he says warning me.

I feel him line back up at my entrance and slides back in easily from how wet I am. His dick is pretty big about 8 inches and thick . A good amount of the time it takes me a while to adjust to him no matter how many times we fuck he stretches me out almost painfully .

“ fuck Matt it’s too much please be gentle “ I say feeling tears start to form in my eyes.

“ shut the Fuck up and take it “ he says before putting a hand over my mouth then grabbing my legs with the other and putting them over his shoulders and starts pounding into me deep, hard and fast. The angle he’s pounding into me hurts so good and I can’t help but scream out into his hand as tears start to stream down my face as he keeps pounding me he lifts his hand and reaches for something still keeping a steady pace.

Then I heard a buzzing sound it takes me a second to realize what it is . FUCK ME . If he puts a fucking vibrator on me right now it’s gonna send me into overdrive and I can not handle that right now.

“NO MATT DO NOT USE THAT ON ME RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO …” before I can finish that sentence he pushes my legs open . Dropping one to his hip and keeping the other propped on his shoulder as he puts the vibrator on my clit.

“FUCK MATT . TAKE IT OFF NOW I CA-CANT T-TAKE IT” I scream out as tears start fully pouring out of my eyes . It hurts to good but Jesus Christ in so overstimulated right now .

“Nah your gonna cum again all over my cock and then I’ll ease up “ he says deep toned in my ear. He then turns up the vibrations and I scream out as my legs start shaking and my breathing becomes loud and rapid .

He comes down and pressed him lips on mine swallowing down all of my screams and moans trying to get out of my body .

“Come on mama give me one more I know you can do it “ he says against my lips as the tears keep streaming down my face.

“ FU… FUCK DADDY IM GONNA CUM” I scream out feeling the orgasm build up in my stomach. I just know this one is gonna be hard to take .

“Come on mama give it to me cum all over my cock” he whispers in my ear.

I’m sent over the edge as I feel myself squirting so hard and so much it covers my stomach and chest , the bed and him.

“FUCK ME . MATT TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF PLEASE” the vibrations becoming way to fucking much than they already were. At this point my legs will not stop shaking as I’ve pulled so hard on the ropes that my wrists started to feel raw.

“Such a good girl for me ma . I’m getting close I promise .” He says as he slows his thrust down still hitting me hard and deep just not at such a rapid pace.

“Fuck I’m gonna fucking fill you up” he moans out as he drops his head to my shoulder .

“Fuck Matt give it to me .Fill me up “ I moan out so exhausting and just ready for him to finish .

“F-Fuck I’m coming “ he groans out as he rams his hips deep into me and I feel his cum filling me up.

“Mmm Fuck Matt” I moan out from the sensation of his cum filling me up .

“Who’s pussy is this ma “ he asks deeply .

“Yours Matt only yours” I say out of breath.

“Good girl” he says as he pulls out of me .

He starts untying the ropes as my arms drop down to my sides . I have zero energy to move right now . My legs are still shaking and my arms feel like dead weight.

“Now you gonna tell me what that guy said to you or should we go for round two “ he says as he grabs my jaw and makes me took up at his standing above me.

“No Fuck no I’ll tell you.” I say .

“Go on then tell me” he says with a smirk on his face.

“ he was asking me if Nick was into guys or not cause he thought he was cute” I say smiling looking up at him.

He looks shocked then sits down beside me and strokes my hair .

“ your telling that you let me scream in your face, smack the shit out of you then practically sexually torture you . Over a GAY MAN” he says sounding a bit upset and apologetic.

“Mmmmm yep sure did” I say as I started to laugh.

“Oh mama I’m sorry I should have gone easier on you . Why did you not tell me he was gay” he asks kinda confused .

“Mm idk to be honest it was fun to see how angry I could get you. But I started to regret that after my second orgasm” I says laughing a little bit.

“God you are crazy “ he says starting to laugh too.

“Come on we need to shower “ he says as he stands up pulling my arms up and grabs me carrying me to the bathroom.

He sets me down on the toilet so I can pee as he goes to grab a change of clothes for us both.

After I finish and wipe he comes back in with the clothes and sets them down before coming to pull me up off the toilet and hold me as he turns on the shower . And steps in still holding onto me as we go under the hot water .

I feel my muscles relax as the hot water runs over my body and I hike Matt closer as my face rests on his chest and I listen to his heart beat as I feel warmth and calmness wash over me .

“We good mama “ he asks as she starts to wash my hair .

“Yes Matt we’re good “ I say looking at him smiling as I press a kiss on his lips and he smiles against me then moved me to rinse the shampoo out my hair as I still hold onto his waist and lean my head back letting the water run through my hair.

“You know Matt . You have such a slutty waist” I say making him laugh loudly.

“Shut the Fuck up y/n” he says shaking his head smiling at me.

“What it’s true “ I say laughing and smiling at him.

“ yeah yeah whatever” he says as he leans down to kiss me sweetly on the forehead .

We finish up our shower and get out drying off .

“Matt carry me my legs hurt” I say as we finish getting dressed.

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to the bed and sets me down. I get comfortable under the covers as he goes to turn off the light.

He gets under the covers and scoots closer to me spooning me as we start to nod off to sleep .

“I love you beautiful “ he says as he plants soft kisses on my shoulder.

“I love you too Matt” I say as I fall deeper into sleep.

The mofokin end .

💋

#smut #matt sturniolo #fanfiction

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makoodles · 1 year

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yeah tsu’tey would definitely make kid lo’ak his nemesis but i wonder what would happen if tsu’tey and the reader end up adopting spider?

maybe that’s how the sully siblings meet spider for the first time. at first lo’ak doesn’t like spider at all; he’s lowkey jealous and can’t come to terms with the fact that the reader now has a child of her own. little mister steal-your-girl is over here thinking damn scheming against tsu’tey wasn’t enough, now there’s another competitor for your attention!?

lo’ak would start messing with spider but it turns out to be way harder than he thought it would be. tormenting tsu’tey had always been easy because let’s be honest that man probably gets so very easily provoked, but spider is different; spider wants to be friends with lo’ak and doesn’t seem to realize that lo’ak wants nothing to do with him.

lo’ak would be lowkey mean to spider but kiri, who had really taken a liking to the human kid since day one would always stand up for spider, which also annoys lo’ak because to him it seems like suddenly everyone around him really loves this stupid human boy!

especially the reader, obviously. i mean come on, that’s her cute and energetic little baby boy! all of her attention is on spider 24/7, which makes lo’ak sad because he feels like he’s lost the person he could always confide in. lo’ak is just having a really hard time trying to adapt to change.

on top of that he is frustrated because he’s getting into way more trouble with tsu’tey than before. tsu’tey absolutely does not tolerate lo’ak’s mistreatment of spider and lets that be known. sure, it used to be funny to get a rise out of tsu’tey, but this is different; tsu’tey is not playing around when it comes to spider.

one day little lo’ak gets fed up and decides to take spider to the forest with the intend of leaving him there, however, luckily he gets caught before something bad ends up happening. (yeah, it was probably neteyam who stopped his younger brother from accidentally committing murder.)

when the others find out what lo’ak tried to do, all hell breaks loose. even though neytiri isn’t the biggest fan of spider, she doesn’t tolerate this type of behavior and obviously neither does jake. lo’ak swears he’s never seen his dad this mad; it’s hard to understand what he’s saying (yelling) because it’s all in english and- oh my god !? why is dad turning red ?! he thinks.

lo’ak hates it when his dad yells at him but nothing is as scary as tsu’tey in that moment. yes, tsu’tey is a man of few words but right now he is eerily quiet and it’s scaring lo’ak; he swears if looks could kill he’d be dead because tsu’tey, who is just quietly pacing around looks like he’s plotting murder.

oh, and the reader. too shocked to even say anything, she’s just quietly holding little spider in her arms. the reader is having a really hard time trying to understand why lo’ak would do something like this and she also feels guilty for not noticing how he’s been treating spider.

(little kiri is mad at his stupid penis face of a brother too, because she really likes spider and is scared that tsu’tey and the reader will never let her see spider again because of lo’ak’s stupid actions.)

kids don’t always realize that their actions have consequences but this is when lo’ak comes to his senses and realizes that the way he’s been treating spider is wrong. he of course apologizes to spider and explains to everyone how he has been feeling lately.

lo’ak and spider end up becoming great friends as it turns out they have a lot in common. (now it’s kiri’s turn to be jealous but that’s another story for another time.)

even though spider forgave lo’ak straight away and is happy to have him as a friend, tsu’tey on the other hand would find it really hard to accept lo’ak as spider’s friend and it’d take a lot of convincing from spider and the reader to let him hang out with the sully kids again.

even when the kids grown up, tsu’tey still thinks that lo’ak is a bad influence on spider, which is kind of funny because spider is just as much of a trouble maker as lo’ak by his own nature, but tsu’tey just refuses to see that <3

so yes, lo’ak is still absolutely tsu’tey’s nemesis but now mr. steal-your-girl is also mr. steal-your-son.

okay that ended up being a little angsty </3 so here’s some other head canons:

spider: hey bro, i’m ur best friend, right?

lo’ak: well actually, ur mama is my best friend

spider: 🧍🏼🧍🏼🧍🏼

(it takes a while for spider to realize that lo’ak isn’t making a yo mama joke, he just genuinely thinks of the reader as his bff).

or or or the other way around:

lo’ak: hey bro, i’m ur best friend, right?

spider: well actually, kiri is my best friend

lo’ak: 😔

kiri: makes sense, at least i never left him in the forest to d-

imagine lo’ak and spider just hanging out and out of nowhere spider just goes “hey bro remember when u left me in the forest to d-“ and lo’ak is just like “omg bro will u ever let that go ???” and spider’s just like “nah, probably not.” (it’s their little inside joke now)

speaking of inside jokes, the reader would teach the kids slang words in english and they end up using those words when they speak in english.

tsu’tey would absolutely loose his mind because he has no idea what the fuck they’re saying !?

jake tries to explain to tsu’tey what each word means but he’s having a hard time trying not to laugh at tsu’tey, which just annoys tsu’tey even more (goddamn these sully men are annoying…)

omggggg the drama of it all!!! i love this!!

ironically i think the funniest part of this is the thought of tsu'tey absolutely losing his mind because first lo'ak goes for his mate, and now he's going for his son. the little bastard isn't willing to let tsu'tey have anything AHAHAHAHAHAH

#asks #avatar headcanons

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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It's Getting Hot In Here {Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader NSFW SMUT}

Plot: It's the middle of summer and Steve makes sure you know that you don't have to hide your body from him.

Character: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Female Reader

Note: 18+, mature, SMUT, NSFW, virgin reader, first time sex, vaginal sex, oral (female receiving), body worshipping, praise kink

He runs his hands through his hair, blowing out a long breath, "Jesus, it's hot." It's the middle of summer and Hawkins is reaching hell levels of heat. You and Steve are lying on the floor of his bedroom, using various objects to try and cool yourselves down. Music plays softly from the radio next to his bed the tune swirls around the room being carried by the soft breeze.

"Why are we lying on the floor though?" You ask, wiping your forehead that's got a slick layer of sweat on it.

"Heat rises, doesn't it?" Steve asks, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you, "so if you think about it... the hottest point of the room is higher so if we stay low doesn't that mean this part is the coolest?" For once, you kind of agreed with his logic, it was a rare occurrence when that happened.

"Why are you wearing those?" He asks, pinching the flares of your jeans, "It's so fucking hot and you're wearing jeans."

"They're not that hot." Lie. Your legs feel like they're on fire. You feel like you're sweating in places that you just never be sweating. There's a reason for why you're wearing jeans but it's not one that you want to share with Steve yet. It's no secret that you're fat; everyone can see it. You carry extra weight and for the most part, you've always been okay with that; you've always kind of liked it. There were parts of your body that you loved, you loved your chest, your smile, your bum, your hands, your eyes... but like everyone, there were parts of your body that you hated such as your stomach and your sides and your thighs. You always did hate the warmer months where you'd be forcing yourself to wear clothes that were far too heavy and hot just to stop people from commenting on your body.

From a pretty early age, you'd experienced the judgement and the rude comments or stares of people who saw parts of your plus size body. Wearing tank tops or tighter fitted clothes or a short dress always provoked people to comment on a body that wasn't theirs; on a body that wasn't hurting anyone. Although you'd grown to love yourself more and you were at peace with being bigger, you still harboured a lot of those worries and a lot of those insecurities especially around Steve.

You and Steve had been friends long before the supernatural world of the Upside Down forced your friendships groups to be shoved together. For as long as you could remember, you'd had a crush on Steve. I mean, who could blame you? He was handsome, funny, could make you laugh pretty easy, he was damn sweet... Safe to say, the crush only grew and grew until you were fairly sure you were in love with the boy. He didn't know; you hadn't told him. You thought Steve only saw you as his friend, the fat funny friend...

"Bullshit!" Steve yells, breaking you from your thoughts, "We're going to go to the pool."

Panic surges inside of you, "I-I don't have a swimming costume-" and if I did, I certainly wouldn't be wearing it around you!

"So?" He asks as he sits up and tugs his own shirt off, "Underwear's a built in swimming costume!" Your eyes go straight to his unclothed torso which has a slight sheen from the sweat. Usually sweat grosses you out but my god, Steve Harrington makes it look good, it highlights his toned chest, his strong arms, the shadows of his abs... "You ready?"

You swallow hard and let him pull you up to stand, "Steve, I-I can't."

He rolls his eyes, "Yes you can, come on." He pulls you a few steps until you rip your wrist from his.

"I said no." Your voice is strong but there's a waver of something else in there; a slight wobble to your voice. Steve frowns, he asks if you're alright, and despite yourself you find your eyes welling with tears, "Fuck, I didn't want to do this." You shake your head, moving back from him, "I'm okay."

Steve's usually pretty clueless but he pauses and thinks before he speaks, "If it makes you feel more comfortable, I have my old jersey top in my wardrobe, you can wear that to swim. It'll cover you up." He's never really known you to be self-conscious but come to think of it, you've never really spoken about issues like that and he's never asked, "You want it?" You nod quickly.

Steve goes to his closet and grabs it from it's hanger, "Here," he says handing you it, "you can change in the bathroom. I'll be in the pool, okay?" You nod again, internally kicking yourself for crying in front of him though you appreciated that he realised what was happening rather than you having to say it. Sometimes saying it made it worse, voicing those insecurities to the world was a very vulnerable thing so you seriously appreciated that he'd kind of caught on first. He's hesitant to leave, hesitant to leave when he knows that you were at the very least upset but he also knows that he didn't want to force you to tell him so with one last glance, he leaves.

A little embarrassed, you go into the bathroom and wipe your eyes before getting stripping off your sweaty t-shirt and jeans. You keep your underwear on and pull on Steve's jersey. At first you were worried it wasn't going to fit but it was actually pretty baggy on you, hitting mid thigh so you felt pretty comfortable in it. Before you left, you looked in the mirror one last time, smoothing out the material and giving it one final pull down before you went to meet Steve in the pool.

Steve was floating atop the water of the pool, singing something to himself quietly, when you reach him, "You look better than I do wearing that!" He grins, lifting his head to get a proper view of you, "I mean seriously, I look great in it but you... woah..." You roll your eyes thinking he's complimenting you out of pity but he's not. He truly means it, he means every bit of it. You look phenomenal to him, he's always thought that you looked leagues better than any of the other girls your age.

You wade into the water, "Fuck, it's freezing!" Your laugh is loud, making Steve smile.

"Doesn't it feel good though?" It does, fuck it feels incredible. The cold water cools your skin, washing away the sweat and soothing the much too hot skin. It feels amazing as you submerge your whole body, dunking your head beneath the crystal waters, before resurfacing with a deep breath, the water seems to breathe life back into you.

"Thank you for your jersey," you say as you relax into the water floating on your back, "I do look better in it than you, don't I?"

Steve laughs, "You seriously do." You look over at him, smile fading when you see the honesty in his eyes. You've never noticed the way he looks at you, so happy and so... is that awe? You don't get to find out because as you're trying to figure it out, Steve scoops his hands in the water and chucks the freezing pool water over you.

You squeal as the water hits you square in the face, "Oh my god, you jerk!" You say through laughter, jutting your hand out to hit the water causing it to splash up to soak his head.

"My hair!"

"Your hair was already soaked!" You say with a roll of your eyes.

Once the two of you were sufficiently cooled down, Steve leaves the pool to grab you both some towels and a drink. It's as you're getting out of the pool, choosing to walk out using the steps rather than hoist yourself up and out, that Steve catches a glimpse of you as he's making his way back through the kitchen, "Holy shit..." He whispers, stopping in his tracks at the door.

You're standing besides the pool, his dripping wet jersey clinging to your body perfectly. It hugs Steve's favourite parts of you, it hugs your hips and your stomach, framing the curves so deliciously and it's stuck to your chest and your butt. There's a familiar stirring in Steve as his blood rushes elsewhere.

It's then that you notice him and you see that he's staring at your body. Fuck, your hands scramble to pull the t-shirt so that it doesn't cling to you but so it hangs off of you. Your mind whirs, assuming he's thinking the worst, assuming that he's judging you, "I'm sorry- I-" you don't know why you're apologising as you awkwardly hug your body.

Steve shifts, holding the towel that he brought for you low so that it hides his semi-erect cock, "Why are you apologising?"

You shrug, staring at the concrete of the tiles, "Because you saw me."

"Why are you apologising for me seeing you? Do you- Do you think I'm staring at you because I'm disgusted by you or something?" When you don't answer, Steve scoffs, "You don't really believe that do you?"

"Can you just- Can you just give me my towel please?" Tears are burning in your eyes but you're refusing to let them drop.

"I- I, uh," Steve shakes his head, "I can't."

"Why not?" You ask, frowning, "You're holding the towel right there."

"But (y/n)... I can't. I wasn't staring at you with disgust... Quite the opposite." His cheeks are flushed and he can't look at you in the eye. You're his best friend, that's it, but best friends don't cause that kind of reaction.

"What the-" it clicks, "Oh." The tears are long forgotten about and all you can do is let out a nervous giggle. Steve Harrington's hiding an erection from you which was caused by you?! What the hell? Your heart pounds in your ears as the two of you stand there, refusing to move or speak to each other.

"Maybe I should go dry off upstairs," you suggest after a few pregnant moments, "and you can... get that- that situation under control." Steve nods, "Maybe jump in the pool since it's cold." You say as you walk past him, giggling all the while. Once you're gone, Steve's head rolls back onto his shoulders as he puffs out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He didn't think anything would cool down the burning that he felt when you were near.

It was a while later when Steve appeared in his bedroom wearing dry boxers and nothing else. You lay on his bed playing with a ball you'd found laying about. You'd not stopped thinking about the way he'd looked at you. Instead of putting your clothes that were way too hot on, you'd raided his closet and found an old baggy t-shirt of his. It didn't cling to you but it was a smaller fit that the jersey, "Oh Jesus," he breathes out as he sees you laying there, "you kill me wearing my jersey when it's tight on you and now you're lying in bed wearing my shirt? Are you trying to kill me?"

"You're the one wandering around in boxers, you think that's easy for me?!" You hit back without even thinking about it. As you say it, you realise that it's a mutual confession hanging there, dead in the hot air in front of the two of you.

He blinks. Once, twice and then says, "I was wondering when you'd admit you were attracted to me." He lands on the bed beside you, hand behind his head and you can feel the heat radiating from him. He plucks the ball from your flabbergast self and smirks as he stares at the ceiling, tossing the ball up with one hand and catching it easily.

"I-I never said that-"

"Are you?" He asks, discarding the ball off the side of the bed, as he turns to you, eyes curious and alight with something else, "Are you attracted to me, (y/n)?" He dips his head as he whispers it, breath tickling your skin.

Your skin burns but you don't cave, not so easy, "I should be asking you that, Harrington," you say, rolling onto your side so that you're mere inches apart, "you're the one who got a boner after all... So, are you attracted to me?"

Steve rolls his eyes as a playful smile pulls the corners of his lips upwards, "So what if I am?" He asks, "Would that be so bad?" You falter then, your defences cracking as you stare at him. Is he being serious? You go to speak but the words get caught in your throat, Steve smirks triumphantly, "If I'm being honest, (y/n), I've been attracted to you for years."

"R-Really?"

He nods, "Big time. You're the full package; you're funny, you're dorky, cute, so freaking kind and my god you are beautiful, so damn hot." You pull a face and Steve frowns at you, "Stop it."

You roll your eyes, "Oh I'm so sorry if I find it a little hard to believe that the hottest guy on the planet has a crush on me. I mean, why me? I'm hardly your type, I'm not like any of the other girls you've dated, I'm-I'm... I'm fat, I'm not stick thin-"

"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?" He questions, "Why do you say that as though it somehow makes you less attractive or less worthy? Cause I gotta be honest, sweets, I think it makes you ten times more attractive. I love your curves. I-I mean I saw you wearing my jersey when it was wet and the way it clung to you, hugging that perfect stomach and that perfect ass... God damn." He breathed a long breath through his nose, "I can't get you out of my goddamn mind."

You and Steve were in such close proximity that your knees were touching, pressed together, and then you realised that something else was touching you at your thigh. You looked down and your jaw dropped. Pressing against your leg was him, Steve's cock creates a tent in his boxers, pushing against the thin fabric so desperately wanting to be unleashed.

"You're fucking perfect," he growled lowly, "and I know you're my best friend but why can't you be both? Why can't you be my best friend and my girlfriend? I've stayed away because I didn't think you cared about me like that but-but I can't stay away from you anymore, (y/n). You drive me insane." His cock twitches, making you gasp. With wide eyes, your head snaps up to him. There's still a large part of you that feels like he'll break into laughter and tell you it's all a big joke but it never happens, "Say the word," he breathes out, "and I'll prove to you how goddamn perfect I think you are." He leans in, pressing your foreheads together, "But you better be sure because if I kiss you (y/n)... I'm never going to stop."

It doesn't seem real that just this morning the two of you were laying on the floor of this very bedroom and now, here you are in Steve Harrington's bed, "I-I don't want to be just a fling, Steve."

"Oh baby," he croons, "can't you see? You're it for me. You're not another notch on the bedpost, you're it, you're all I want; all I need... Guess the question is, what do you want?" He reaches his hand out and ever so slightly grazes your cheek.

His touch is electric, sending shivers through your whole body. You've never really been touched by another person never mind being touched by Steve Harrington. Without a second thought, you nod, "You," your voice is a rushed whisper, "I want you, Steve."

"Good answer." Steve knows that you've never been kissed before, never done anything more with a guy than hold their hand, so he knows that this is important to you; he knows that despite his every want to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless, he's going to take his time and he's going to make you believe how perfect he thinks you are.

He leans in slowly before capturing your lips between his. It's slow and it's sweet and you appreciate that he's easing you into it. He must know that you're a bundle of nerves so after a few seconds, he pulls away and presses gentle kisses down your neck making you gasp at the new sensations, "Relax, princess," he whispers as he lays you back so that he's hovering over you, "let me take care of you..." He trails his way back up to your lips, "Tell me if you want to stop, I'll stop, okay?" He needs you to know that this is just as important to him so if you were uncomfortable, he needs to know. You nod and he's kissing you again, deeper but still slow, allowing you to get used to the sensations.

You'd never allowed yourself to even imagine doing this with Steve. You'd firmly believed he'd never see you as anything other than a friend but now you wanted to scream from the heavens 'he likes me! He really likes me!'. It was a little awkward at first, learning on your feet how to kiss but you'd practiced on the back of your hand way too many times when you were younger so after a few tries, you seemed to get the hang of it as your tongues swirled. Steve's hands were on your sides, slowly edging the sides of his t-shirt off of your body.

Your hands moved to his, stopping them in his tracks, and he pulls back, eyes scanning your face, "Are you okay?"

"I... It's silly," you whisper, scared to break the mood, "no one's ever seen me naked before."

Steve's face softens and he leans down to kiss from your jawline to your neck, "Baby, I don't mind if you keep it on," he whispers amongst kisses, "but if you let me take it off I promise, I'll show you, I'll make you believe that you're beautiful because you are." There's no ulterior motive here, Steve wants you to choose, he won't force it but he wants you to know that you can trust him.

Your grasp on his hand loosens and you nod, murmuring a 'take it off'. Your stomach's a jumble of nerves but take a leap of faith and you decide to trust him. Slowly, Steve pulls it up and off of you. He leans back and you're entire body feels tingly and hot, almost as though you're in a full body blush of embarrassment. He drank you in, I mean drank you in; his eyes darted all over your body and that few seconds felt like it took an eternity. You'd never shown anyone yourself ever; you'd always avoided going in pools or sunbathing... Always chose to cover yourself up so that people didn't need to get uncomfortable seeing your fat but now, now you were on display and it was terrifying. You'd known Steve for years, been with him through various break ups and now here you were, lying under him ready to give your entire self to him.

Your hands move to your stomach, trying to block his vision of seeing your plump, overhanging stomach, but Steve's brows furrow into a frown, "You don't have to hide," he whispers, "Baby... you're beautiful," and he means it. No one's ever really taken his breath away like you have right now, "You're so damn perfect." From the hair on your head to the soles of your feet, he means it. Your hands move away and he leans back down, hovering over your stomach, pressing such gentle kisses to it, "Every inch of you, every freckle, every scar, every stretch mark, everything you think is ugly is so damn perfect." The way his breath tickles your stomach sends your brain into a frenzy and makes heat pool between your legs. You've never experienced anything like this; like him and my god, you don't want him to stop.

He wants to make sure that by the end of all this you understand just how perfect you are. His kisses trail over your stomach, over the places you swore no one else would ever touch, but here he was absolutely worshipping you, murmuring the sweetest things against your warm skin, "Wanted you for years, babygirl," he croons as he moves up to your chest, "So effortlessly gorgeous."

"Yeah?" You ask, voice breathy.

He moans, "You drive me crazy, (y/n)." It's then that he runs his tongue over your nipple causing a soft moan to escape your parted lips as your back arches. You slam a hand over your mouth, you've never made a noise like that before so it shocks and simultaneously embarrasses you. Steve smirks, "You sound so good, don't hide it... Just enjoy it, baby... It's okay." He takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently. Your mind is racing until all you can do is tangle your hands in Steve's hair and let out soft moans, "There she is," Steve grins as he releases the sensitive bud, "Just relax baby, I'll take real good care of you. Show you how you're meant to be treated."

You relax into his touch feeling that with him teasing you and pleasing you, there wasn't much room in your head for your worries. Steve's palms your other breast as his tongue swirls lazy circles around the other, he pinches your nipple between his thumb and finger, a sensation that earns another moan from you. You're sensitive, he thinks to himself, of course you would be having never had experienced any of this before, hell you'd barely touched yourself the way Steve is touching you right now.

You huff when he moves away from your nipples and moves up to kiss you, hot and deep. His kiss is warm and hungry and it's then you really feel his erect cock pressed against your thigh. He's rock hard and it's all for you, that thought makes the butterflies swarm in your stomach, heat pooling to your cunt. You want to feel him; need to feel him deep inside you, you need to know what it feels like but not just anyone you need to know what Steve feels like when he's inside you. You shift, trying to get his cock to press against you but he pulls back, "So desperate already," he breaths hard as he grins, "You have to wait."

"I want to feel you, Steve," you pant and oh my god, it takes everything in Steve to not cream his pants then and there. Hearing you vocalise your need and want for him, hearing that you're just as desperate for him as he is for you almost makes him tip over the edge.

He buries his head in the crook of your head, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, "Not yet, baby... Gotta make you feel good. We have all the time in the world to get straight to it. I gotta treat you right, make your first time one to remember. Gotta do it proper." As he speaks, he's rubbing against you, massaging his boxer clad cock on your inner thigh and it's driving you crazy. It means just as much to him as it does to you that he treats you right and that he makes this special for you.

He kisses your neck once more before moving down your body, kissing over your stomach and then even further. Your legs tense, all of a sudden aware of how naked you are and how intense this situation is, "Hey," he whispers, hands trailing up and down your legs, "It's okay... If you don't want to, just say the word and we'll stop." He litters kisses from you kneecap to your thigh and then back down, "Just wanna make you feel good, baby."

You relax into his touch, allowing him to part your legs, and to trail gentle kisses up to your inner thighs. You can't stop the giggles that erupt as he gets closer to your aching sex. The feeling of his hands touching your thighs, touching you in places you'd barely touched yourself was ticklish and strange, "Sorry, sorry," you say between giggles.

Steve props himself up as he looks at you with a grin, "By all means, just keep laughing."

It takes you a few seconds to calm down, "Okay, go." Steve rolls his eyes playfully and moves back down to kiss your thighs but immediately, your giggles start back up again. Steve can't help but laugh with you, "I'm so sorry... I've just never been touched like this before... It's ticklish."

"It's okay," Steve says, "Maybe this will help." He takes one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers, "Lay back." You comply and once again he parts your legs and dips his head low using his tongue, he parts your wetness. He hums into you as he realises how wet you are for him. Your body shudders beneath him, twisting and convulsing at the sensations of his tongue flicking your clit, slow at first but pace building with every passing second.

"Holy shit, Steve," his name falls from your mouth like a prayer. He groans against you, the vibrations of his moan making you gasp. He loves the way you say his name, loves the way you sound as you're falling into the depths of pleasure. Your moans are growing louder but you're not self-conscious of them anymore, it feels too good to care. He's never done this with you before, this is his first time meeting your body and yet, he seems more in tune with your body than you do. He's figured out that you react more to him flicking your clit with his tongue and he's figured out that when he sucks on your clit, your thighs clench around his head. He's got you sussed in just a matter of minutes and he uses this to give you that oh so sweet release you've been craving this entire time.

With his spare hand, he begins to tease your opening with his finger, coating it in your slick wetness before slowly sliding it inside. Your back arches as your moans are growing louder and louder and soon, your animal instincts are taking over as your fingers tangle in Steve's hair, pushing his face into your cunt as your hips grind on his tongue. His cock twitches in his boxers as he marvels in being able to make you feel this good. He slides another finger inside of you, pushing into your wetness gently. He feels your walls contract and pulse around his fingers and he knows that you're about to cum.

"Holy- Steve- Fuck-" You're a mess; a panting, moaning, jumbled mess. All you can think is Steve, all you can breathe is Steve and his tongue moves faster as do he fingers and soon, you're losing all control. Your thighs have his head in a vice like grip and he doesn't care that his lungs are burning for oxygen because he's giving you your first real orgasm and he's going to ride it out completely. Your moans are loud and with the windows open the neighbour's can probably hear you but you don't care, you're too far gone now. You've never felt anything like this before and you love it.

Slowly, you release a long breath as you tumble from your high, slowly riding the end of your orgasm out. Your hips cease their rocking into Steve's face and he comes up for air, panting and grinning at you. Words don't form in your mouth for a few seconds but when they do, they make Steve laugh, "Fucking hell, Harrington."

"That good, huh?" He asks with a smirk as he presses kisses to your inner thighs.

"That was..." your head falls back on the pillows as Steve makes his way back up to you, "Fuck."

"You think you can handle more?" He asks, genuinely curious, "If not, we can stop-"

"I'm ready for you," you whisper back, "I need to know what you feel like... inside me." Steve groans, pushing his boxers down with one hand and kicking them off the rest of the way. He asks if you're sure and you kiss him in response. You can taste yourself on his lips, a tangy sweetness that makes you moan against his mouth. He leans over you, grabbing a condom from his top drawer, and pulls it on. He lines up at your entrance, "I want to- I want to please you." You hope that he catches on. You want to feel him and taste him; want to make him feel as good as he'd made you.

"I'd love that but it's all about you. Pleasing you pleases me, I swear to you." He kisses you again, "There'll be lots of time for you to please me, baby, okay?" You nod, "I'll go slow, I'll be gentle but tell me if it's too much."

He readies himself at your entrance and slowly, so slowly he pushes into your warmth. You gasp as he fills you up, a sensation so overwhelming and mind-blowing. Steve stills as he pushes fully into you, allowing you to adjust to his length. Your grip loosens on his biceps and you nod against him, he leans down and catches your lips in his as he begins to slowly thrust into you. It takes a few moments for you to relax and grow fully comfortable with the new sensations. Steve spends those few uncomfortable moments kissing you and whispering words of praise into your ear, "You're doing so good, baby." Steve's words of encouragement help to fully relax you and when you're relaxed, that's when the fun begins, "You're taking it so well... So fucking good."

He kisses everywhere that he can, sucking on your delicate skin leaving large purple marks all over your neck and shoulders, as his pace increases ever so slightly. He loves the way you react to him, loves your parted lips and the way your eyes roll back into your skull but most of all he loves that it's him that's causing you to feel like this; he's the one making you feel this good. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching his skin, as you chant his name like a prayer, "You feel so good," Steve murmurs, lips on your neck, "Feel so good around my cock."

That now familiar feeling of the coil twisting in your stomach, winding up tighter and tighter, ready to explode is coming back as your hips match his rhythm, rocking back and forth to help him fill you to the hilt. One of Steve's hands moves to the back of your neck, pulling your head up to press your foreheads together, "Doing so good, baby," he croons, "Feel so fucking good. I love seeing you like that, I love the way you lose control." The way he talks to you is filthy, praising you for taking his cock so well and so good. You never knew you'd be into filthy praise but my god, it's incredible, "I love the way you sound, baby... Love the way you feel... Love the way you react... You're taking it so good." His thrusts are faster and deeper but not painful, he makes sure of that, "Cum for me pretty baby. Cum for me; all mine."

With those words, it doesn't take long before you're convulsing beneath him, moans turning into pleasure filled yells as your hips lose the steady rhythm and instead quickly clash against Steve's, "That's it, baby," he whispers as you're a writhing mess under him, "let it all go for me. Good girl." You didn't think you could feel better than your first orgasm but this... this is ten times more intense. It feels like every single nerve and atom in your body is on fire, alight with the pleasure that's coursing through your veins. You hear your heart beating fast and hard in your ear as Steve whispers word of praise in the other. Your walls are tight around him as you ride out your orgasm together and then soon, you're gasping for air, clutching onto him for dear life as you tumble down from the high.

"Good girl," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your face as you pant, "Such a good girl for me."

"S-Steve," it's all you can manage. For a moment you think you might pass out from the sheer pleasure but Steve kisses you and it reignites something deep within your stomach. When you pull apart, you're asking him to cum, "I-I want to make you feel good. It's your turn to cum, Steve."

"Have I earned it though?" He asks, teasing you, "Have a I fulfilled your every need and desire?"

"Y-Yes!" You gasp, "Please Steve, cum for me." His pace quickens as you hold on tight to his broad shoulders, "Fuck, Steve, please I want your cum." It doesn't take long until his thrusts grow sloppy and with a loud groan, he pushes the full length of himself inside of you. You love the way he loses it, the way he moans for you; you love that he's not quiet, you love that he's not afraid to be vocal too. You feel his warmth filling the condom and with one final thrust he stills, leaning over you, hair everywhere as he grins down at you.

It takes the two of you a minute to recover but when you do, he's grinning at you, "Hi," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. Gently, he pulls out of you, clambering off of the bed to take off the condom and drop it in the bin before pulling on his boxer shorts. He slides back into bed and you're suddenly aware of how exposed you are, you grab his t-shirt draping it over yourself. It'll take you a while to get used to being naked around him, one step at a time, "How you feeling?" He asks, sweeping a piece of your hair back into place, "Not sore or anything?"

"I feel..." you stretch out your tired limbs, "incredible." You roll into his arms, both of you hot and sweaty but you'd rather be in his arms than anywhere else, "That was... You were... wow."

"Did you enjoy it?" He's almost self-conscious himself as he asks the question. He'd had sex before and he knew that he was pretty good at it but the sex before you was never that important, not as important as you and as this.

"Enjoy it?" You ask with raised eyebrows, "Steve, I loved it. I-" you trail off, fingers playing with the hair on his chest, "I'm so glad that it was you."

He presses a kiss to your forehead, "I meant what I said, (y/n)," he tells you quietly, "you're it for me. I don't want anyone else, I don't need anyone else... I just need you."

"Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?" You tease, waggling your eyebrows at him.

Steve rolls his eyes and shrugs, "So what if I am?"

"Then I say-" you lean up and kiss him, "Yes."

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ultraviolet pt. 9 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

series masterlist + face claim

After the attack, U.A gave the students the following two days off to rest and recover from their traumatic ordeal. Their first day back, Sana was horrified by the state of their homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa was wrapped head to toe in gauze, his eyes mere slits, with both of his arms in casts.

He looks like a freshly dead mummy.

She applauded his badassery and dedication, but after hearing from the others how serious his injuries were, she'd assumed (like a normal person) that the Pro Hero would at least be on bed leave for a few days. Considering how sleep deprived he seemed all the time, she thought he'd be thrilled. Apparently not.

He reminded them that the world famous U.A Sports Festival was drawing closer, and after recent events, all eyes would be on them. But no pressure, right? She balanced her chin on her fist.

Classes resumed like normal, as though USJ never happened. It wasn't until the final bell rang that things got, well, strange. Students from all grades and classes swarmed their classroom door, blocking them in.

Shinso made a dramatic appearance, where he proceeded to declare war on their class and challenge the entire Hero Course for a spot. He'd made his intentions of joining the hero course clear very early into their friendship.

From how her classmates had described the entrance exam, people with quirks like Shinso's were doomed from the start. He never stood a chance making it into the Hero Course... until now.

He was determined to get noticed this time around, and Sana was willing to help him reach his goal however she could. She gave him tips to improve his training regimen and offered to spar with him whenever he wanted. The two had lunch together at his usual spot two or three times a week, and spent the majority of it exchanging memes and gushing over cute cat videos. Shinso was funny in a dry, sarcastic way that she appreciated. He was easy to talk to, and his laid back attitude put her at ease.

He wasn't ready to join her at her table just yet, but she always kept a seat open just in case.

After finishing her homework, showering, and eating dinner, Sana set her grand plan in motion. Stretching out across her bed on her stomach, with her phone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, she started typing.

Sent 8:03pm

Hey hotshot

Sent 8:06pm

The fuck

Sent 8:08pm

How the fuck did you get this number

Sent 8:09pm

I'm surprised you're still awake. You walk around like a grumpy old man with arthritic knees so I figured you'd be in bed by six

Sent 8:09pm

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

Sent 8:10pm

If I told you I'd have to kill you

Sent 8:11

I'd kill you first

Sent 8:12pm

Good luck with that considering you have no idea who I am

Sent 8:13pm

Fuck you

Sent 8:13pm

How the hell did you get my number

Sent 8:15pm

I gave Midoriya an offer he couldn't refuse

Sent 8:16pm

FUCKING DEKU! ILL EXPLODE HIS ASS

Sent 8:16pm

That's kinky

Sana smirked down at the screen as the message bubbles danced, anticipating his reply. She giggled quietly to herself, picturing him stomping around his room throwing a fit. She could practically hear his demonic screeching through the device.

Irritating Bakugou brought her a special type of joy. The only other experiences that could compare were rebelling against her father, or cracking Shoto's mask of indifference. The ability to provoke such intense emotions in someone was addictive.

It took a few minutes for the boy to respond.

Sent 8:21pm

I'm losing fucking brain cells talking to you

Sent 8:21pm

Well I know you only have so many to spare so I'll make this quick

Sent 8:21pm

Train with me

Sent 8:23pm

The fuck

Sent 8:25pm

You know that's not technically a question right?

Sent 8:26pm

Meet me at Yoshida Park at 10:00am

Sent 8:26pm

Fuck off

Sent 8:27pm

You're right. What could you possibly teach me? I'd be better off asking Midoriya

Sent 8:27pm

YOUR ASS BETTER NOT BE LATE OR ILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU

Sent 8:28pm

Another kink? I'm learning a lot about you Bakugou

Sent 8:29pm

FUCK OFF

Sent 8:31pm

Lmao

Sent 8:31pm

Good night hotshot

The blonde tossed his phone across the room, screaming curses at the unknown number.

"Shut up, ya damn brat!" His mother's loud voice scolded him from downstairs. "Isn't it past your bedtime?!"

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Bakugou walked with purpose towards Yoshida Park. He was familiar with it, having spent most of his childhood exploring the grounds with his followers. It was a short walk, but he'd had all night to plan. The unknown number had disrupted his sleep schedule after all.

First, he'd go to the park and murder whatever extra had been unlucky enough to mess with him. Then, on his way back, he'd pay Midoriya a special visit.

He had a list of suspects he'd been going back and forth on. First on the list was Shitty Hair, but Bakugou quickly realized it couldn't have been the spiky-haired boy. The redhead was putting in a lot of effort to befriend him—even more so after their team up during USJ—but the boy was far too shy. Second and third on his list were Dunce Face and Scotch Tape. They shared one brain cell between them, and both were confident enough to say such provocative things, but not so dumb that they'd ask to meet him face to face afterwards.

They had to know it would only end in bloodshed... theirs to be exact.

That left Raccoon Eyes or Flashlight. He hadn't interacted much with the pink-skinned girl, only in group settings, and even then, she'd barely stop to acknowledge him before getting into shit with Dunce Face or her "wifey."

One by one he marked names off until only one dumbass remained.

He stopped at the entrance of the park, spotting said girl leaning against a tree. Thick lashes fanned out across her cheekbones, her arms loosely crossed. A red and white gym bag was slung over her shoulder. She wore black leggings paired with a cherry red sports jacket, her hair held back by her signature ribbon. Bakugou himself sported his usual baggy black sweatpants and low cut black tank.

Her eyes fluttered open, the jewel-like irises sparkling in the morning sun. "Right on time." She pushed off of the tree. "Have you stretched?"

"I'm not here to train." He glowered down at her, their faces inches apart. Sana's expression remained neutral, but her amusement was obvious in the curve of her lips. "I'm here to kick your ass-"

"Again with the ass thing," Sana tutted, shaking her head in disapproval. "Is that all you can think about?"

"Shut the fu-"

"Language, asshole." she hissed, smacking his arm as a family of four walked by them. Sana gave him a coy smile. "There are children present."

Bakugou was seconds away from blowing a fuse, crackling sounds filling the air as his palms smoked. "Come on," she slid her hand down his arm with a soft, feather-like touch to grab his wrist. "Let's get started."

Bakugou muttered threats and curses under his breath, but continued to follow her to a secluded area with a dense tree line. A few feet ahead, the trees parted to reveal a decent sized clearing.

"How did you get that damn nerd to give you my number?" The blonde grumbled, ripping his arm from her grip.

"Oh, that?" She shrugged. "I bribed him with a limited edition All Might collectible." She remembered how flushed the greenette became after she cornered him after class the other day. He'd been a sweaty, stuttering mess until she'd unzipped her backpack and shown him what she'd hidden inside. Seeing Bakugou's pissed off face now, it was definitely worth all the yen.

"... which one."

Sana blinked. His gruff voice was so quiet that she nearly didn't catch the words. The boisterous blonde she'd come to know was now scowling passionately at a tree, but his mouth was... is he pouting?!

Her lips split into a chesshire grin. "My, my. Is the mighty Bakugou secretly a fanboy?"

His brows furrowed even further at the teasing. "Do you ever shut the hell up?" His hair seemed to puff up even more in anger. Cute. "I'm nothing like that nerd!"

"Aren't you the nerdy one, though?" Sana tapped her chin with her pointer finger, eyes rolled upwards as she pretended to think. "I'm pretty sure you scored higher than him on last week's test."

She smirked in delight as Bakugou's body began to vibrate in anger, his nostrils flaring.

She stretched her body, warming up her muscles in preparation for what was probably going to be one of the hardest training sessions of her life. Bakugou wasn't the type to do anything without giving it his all. It was as admirable as it was daunting. She rolled her shoulders back, her neck popping with a satisfying crack. "Ready?"

The blonde smirked, his hands sparking to life. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Fighting Bakugou proved to be even more of a challenge than she'd anticipated. He was strong and fast, every movement well thought out and well executed. He was also relentless, refusing to give her any time to recover or even think. It was purely instinctive, forcing her to rely on her reflexes. She was suddenly grateful for the decade of combat training Endeavor had instilled in every fiber of her being.

It was different, to say the least.

She was so used to going up against Shoto. Back when they were still talking, she'd been able to anticipate his movements with one look. Maybe that was part of the problem. Were they so intune with each other that there was no longer room for improvement? Had they reached a point in their training where they were unable to learn from each other going forward?

Sana groaned, returning to the problem at hand. She threw the blonde a dirty look for the particularly hard kick he'd just delivered to her side. He huffed a laugh, his lips parted in a crooked smile. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

"That's funny coming from you." She lunged, finally landing a hit to his jaw. They'd been at it for hours now, and Bakugou showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. There was no way he wasn't as exhausted as she was, but she knew he'd rather die than admit to such a thing. As if being human was equivalent to him being weak.

After another half hour of this, she finally gave up.

"Okay, okay." Sana backed away, holding her palms up in surrender. He stopped mid punch, his eyes narrowed. "Let's take a break."

He clicked his tongue, watching as she approached the gym bag she'd abandoned in the shade, walking back to him and dropping it at his feet. The pastel teen crouched to unzip the bag, removing two towels, some protein bars, and two water bottles. He caught the towel she tossed him with ease, swiping the fabric across his face and jaw. She plopped down on the ground, motioning for him to do the same. With an annoyed grunt, he complied, snatching the water and snack out of her hands.

She shook her head in amusement, knowing he wasn't nearly as frustrated as he pretended to be. "So dramatic," she muttered under her breath.

Surprisingly, the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. It was actually pretty nice. She could hear the small sounds of nature around them: the low buzz of insects and the soft rustling of tree branches above their heads. It was something she'd never associated with Bakugou before...

Peaceful.

After practically inhaling their protein bars, the two teens laid down on their backs in the grass. The sky had darkened to a dark blue, a few stars already visible.

Sana turned her head to peek at the boy next to her. Both of their chests were heaving lightly, their skin dewy with sweat. He had his arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed. As if feeling her gaze, he cracked one eye open and grimaced.

"What're you staring at?" Even in the limited light, she could've sworn his cheeks were now dusted in a rosy hue.

"Nothing," she averted her gaze, her own face burning under his scrutiny. "It's just... I'm glad you stayed." Sana admitted softly. Never in her life had she felt so bashful. It took everything in her not to squirm uncomfortably as she waited for him to say something. Anything. Bakugou scoffed, his eyes hooded as he watched the sky slowly darken. Sana joined him in stargazing. After a few minutes, the blonde cleared his throat.

"I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time."

Sana snickered. "That was really hard for you to admit, wasn't it?" A tch was his only response, but in the limited light, it almost looked like he was smiling.

They stayed like that until the sky glittered with stars, like diamonds against midnight velvet. The two teens climbed to their feet, dusting dirt and grass off of their clothes. Sana called out just as Bakugou made to leave.

"Wait." The blonde turned to glance over his shoulder. The solar-powered girl riffled through her gym bag before pulling out a medium-sized package. "Here," she held it out for him to take. Bakugou removed his hand from his pocket and took the box. Flipping it around, his eyes widened. His jaw loosened in shock.

"The hell...?"

Sana rubbed her neck, avoiding looking directly at the blonde. "I figured I owed you for coming down here." She peeked at him from beneath her lashes. "You don't have that one, right?"

Bakugou clutched the box containing the limited edition Silver Age All Might figurine tightly. He remembered demanding his parents for one as a child. How they'd waited in line outside the store for hours, only for the shelves to be completely empty once they made it inside. How every store they went to was the same: the toy having sold out nationwide just hours after being released.

But here one was, after a decade of searching, in perfect condition... right in the palm of his hand.

"Bakugou?"

He slowly lifted his head, vermillion eyes clashing with dark pink. A million questions raced through his mind. How had she known?

Sana bit her lip to contain her giddiness. She inched closer to him until there was hardly any space left between them. She inhaled the sweet scent of caramel and cologne that always clung to him. "Your number isn't the only thing Midoriya told me," she lifted herself on the balls of her feet, her breath hitting his cheek. "Katsuki."

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They met up the next day, and the day after, until it became almost routine for them. They'd meet at Yoshida Park, or make the trip together straight after school if neither had plans. It came as a surprise to them both how well they got along when no one else was around. Sure, they still had the occasional spat, but it was mostly playful bickering and teasing to rile the other up. They both had a dark sense of humor, an almost unhealthy competitive streak, and a punch first, ask questions later approach to situations.

One afternoon, Bakugou had to leave earlier than usual. He'd grumbled something about 'dinner with the old hag' before storming off. Sana figured his grandparents were in town or something and decided to take off early too.

She texted Mina, asking her if she was free to hang out. The pinkette responded to her message at lightning speed, sending her the address of a cute new bakery she'd been dying to try. The walk took fifteen minutes or so. She spotted Mina waiting outside, the pink-skinned girl squealing as soon she noticed her. They shared a hug before entering the shop, quickly ordering drinks and a few desserts to share. Mina led her over to a table by the window, her hands clasped under her chin.

"So," she narrowed her black and yellow eyes suspiciously. "Where's your shadow?"

"My what?" Sana leaned forward. Mina followed suit, lowering her voice as if her next words were top secret.

"Bakugou, duh."

"What?" Sana fell back in her chair with a laugh.

Mina waved her hand around dismissively. "You know what I mean. Wherever you are, he's bound to show up sooner or later." The waiter appeared with their order, interrupting the energetic girl before she could go on.

Sana reflected on her friend's words as she sipped on her bubble tea. It was true that Bakugou always seemed to be around whenever she needed help. He'd helped her during the stampede in the halls, as well as telling off that reporter for her. He'd been by her side before the class was separated by the warp villain. While she'd been recovering after the USJ attack, Shoto had briefly mentioned something about her helping Bakugou, though she didn't remember much. The blonde hadn't said a word to her about it, and she'd been too preoccupied with not thinking about USJ.

"I guess I..." she answered softly. "I hadn't noticed."

Mina paused mid-sentence, having already moved onto another topic. Some third year gossip she'd heard from Hagakure, who'd overheard some upperclassman whispering about it during break. She'd noticed how her friend had been pushing herself harder since the villain attack. How busy she was with training. Mina hadn't been there with her when she was attacked, but she'd seen the damage inflicted on the villains. Afterwards, Kirishima mentioned how strange Sana had acted right before the teachers' arrival.

"You'd tell me, right?" Mina pressed, her pretty face troubled. "If something was wrong?"

It was odd hearing the bright, cheerful girl suddenly sound so serious. It didn't fit her character at all. Sana forced a radiant smile, wanting any doubts about her or their friendship to disappear. She trusted Mina, she really did, but she didn't want to burden her with her problems, especially when she was still trying to figure them out herself.

"Of course," Sana assured her. "We're best friends after all."

A scarred, yet handsome face came to mind. She wondered if it was normal for best friends to hide things from each other. In Recovery Girl's office, Shoto had implied that she'd betrayed him in some way. If only she knew what the hell he was talking about.

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