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goblinontour · 5 months ago

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To The First Girl Who Lit Him A Flame (Part 3)

his first time

part 1 | part 2

warnings: smut, piv, he’s so sweet…

word count: 3.4k

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Alex were official, since he mustered up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. In reality, it’s been a little over two months since everything started between you two, since that party. Well, for him it began years ago, but now he could finally share his feelings, knowing you felt the same way.

He’s been nothing but lovely to you, truly. Getting to know him more, all his little quirks, how he did certain things, a small glimpse into how he thought with that brilliant mind of his…everything just made you more entranced by him.

It’s been fun getting to know him in other ways too, but you didn’t get very many chances to explore that, seeing as your parents were always at home, and so were his. So no, you haven’t had sex yet. You didn’t want to have to sneak around and risk getting caught, more so with him being the panicked one. You were more than okay with it. You wanted it to be ‘proper’ once you’d get the chance. But that didn’t stop you from doing…other stuff.

Plenty of handjobs took place, and you didn’t get neglected either. You think he might be addicted to your cunt at this point. He’s spent so much time between your thighs, not that you’re complaining. He’s been getting really, really good at it, but it’s quite odd hearing him ask you if he could eat you out. All the shyness suddenly disappeared from him when it came to that, and he even begged if you say no, acting so dramatic as if he would die if he didn’t taste you on his tongue. It’s also a shock seeing him so confident in that department, from the nervous little boy the first time around to a cocky bastard who’d tease you and brag about making you cum so fast.

Besides being a literal munch, he likes biting. A lot. Whenever you’re making out, he bites on your lip, or he trails down to your neck. Just lounging around in his room when you come over? He bites. It’s adorable. He's like a little pet hamster in that way. He does make sure though to not leave too many marks. He knows your parents surely wouldn’t be too happy with him if you came home with bruises all over your neck and chest and arms.

Tonight was different, though. His parents were out of town, and you’d convinced your own that you were spending the night at a friend’s. Not that they didn’t like him or anything, but you would’ve felt weird with them knowing what you were probably up to. The anticipation had been building all week. The texts exchanged between you two were a mix of nervous excitement and teasing promises.

You arrived at his place, heart pounding in your chest. He opened the door, a mixture of excitement and nervousness evident on his face. He looked adorable, his usually fluffy hair even more unruly from him running his hands through it nervously. He wore sweats and a nice looking top, something comfy yet still put-together, showing he had put some thought into tonight. His eyes sparkled with a mix of emotions as he took your hand and leaned into you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

He led you up to his room, where you’d spent countless hours together, but tonight felt different. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of his bedside lamp casting a warm ambiance.

He pulled you into a gentle kiss, his hands trembling slightly as they found their way to your waist. “You sure about this?” he murmured against your lips, his breath warm and sweet.

“Positive,” you whispered back, your hands cupping his face, “I want this, Alex. I want you. Are you sure?”

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes, slightly apprehensive. "I'm nervous," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I'm ready. I trust you."

You smiled, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "I trust you too, Alex. We’ll go slow."

His eyes softened at your words, and he nodded, leaning in to kiss you again, deeper this time, his hands slowly exploring your body. You responded eagerly, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. His hair, so soft and thick, felt like silk between your fingers. He groaned as you tugged gently, his breath hitching in his throat.

As the kiss intensified, he guided you towards the bed, and you stumbled down on it, giggling as you lay down together. His kisses trailed down your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt, caressing your skin with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric. He sat up slightly to help you, lifting his arms so you could pull it over his head. As the shirt came off, you took a moment to appreciate the sight before you. His chest was smooth and lean, the subtle definition of his muscles making your pulse quicken.

Your hands moved up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. You traced the lines of his body, your touch light and teasing. As you reached his armpits, you felt the soft hairs there, brushing against them gently. He shivered, a small, involuntary laugh escaping his lips at the ticklish sensation.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his neck as your hands continued their exploration. The contrast of the rougher hair and the smooth skin was intoxicating, and you loved how he responded to your touch. You grazed the spot again, this time more deliberately, watching as he sucked in a breath, his body tensing slightly.

"You're so sensitive." you whispered against his skin, your lips trailing down to his collarbone.

He groaned softly, his hands gripping your waist, "Only for you."

You could feel the heat radiating from him as your fingers continued running down his skin, his chest rising and falling with each breath. You marvelled at the way his muscles moved under your touch, the way he seemed to melt into you.

His hands moved to your shirt, pulling it over your head with a slight bit of urgency. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you and then he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming your body now.

You helped him out of the rest of his clothes, the sight of him bare making your pulse quicken even more. He did the same for you, his touch almost worshipful as he undressed you.

When you were both finally naked for one another, he paused, looking at you with a mixture of awe and adoration.

“You’re so pretty.” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

You reached down for his face, pulling him up for another kiss. “So are you, Al.”

He pulled back slightly, glancing around the room with a hint of nervousness. "Uh, I need to get the condoms.” he said, his voice a little shaky.

You nodded, watching as he awkwardly fumbled through his bedside drawer, pulling out a small packet but you noticed his erection was fading, his anxiety clearly getting the better of him. He looked almost comically serious, his brows furrowed in concentration as he ripped the wrapper open, until he looked down at himself, then back up at you, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry," he muttered, barely meeting your eyes, "I'm just...nervous."

You smiled gently, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Hey, it's okay." you reassured him softly. "There's no rush. We have all the time in the world."

He sighed, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "Fuck- I just...I wanted this to be perfect for you."

"It will be." you promised, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Because it's with you."

He relaxed a little more at your words, his body responding to your touch and reassurance. You continued to kiss him, your hands roaming over his skin, helping him to relax. Slowly but surely, he was getting harder underneath you, the anticipation building once again between you.

When he felt ready, he reached for the condom again, his hands still trembling slightly but more confident this time.

"Let me." you said softly, reaching down to gently take his cock in your hand, feeling it twitch the moment you touched him. His breath hitched again, and you could see the excitement and anxiety in his eyes. You took the condom from him, your touch gentle as you slid it onto his cock. He watched you, his breaths faltering.

How am I going to have sex if I leak from just seeing her? he thought, his mind racing. The second the air from her pussy touches my dick, I’m gonna cum and tap out.

You moved slowly, carefully, ensuring the condom was on properly. He watched you, his hands trembling slightly, the sensation was almost too much for him to handle, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning too loudly from how you were stroking him.

You positioned yourself above him, ready to sit down on his cock, but he suddenly looked up at you, a slight pout on his face. "Wait." he said. "I want to be on top."

You couldn't help but smile at him, seeing the determination and nervousness in his expression. "Okay." you agreed, your voice soft and reassuring. "We'll do it your way."

He carefully moved you to your back, his movements soft and cautious. He positioned himself above you, his eyes locking onto yours as he fumbled slightly trying to find the perfect angle, but you guided him, your own hands trembling with anticipation.

As he finally found the right angle and began to push inside, he felt an overwhelming rush of sensations unlike anything he'd ever experienced. The tight, warm wetness enveloping his cock was a stark contrast to the feel of your hand or mouth. It was soft, and yet held him in a firm grip, creating a pressure that sent shivers down his spine.

The intimacy of the moment struck him deeply. This wasn’t just about the physical act, it was the closeness, the connection, the fact that you were sharing something so profoundly intimate. The mere thought of what you were doing together, how much you trusted him, made the experience all the more intense.

As his cock slid further inside, inch by inch, the slick heat drew him in. He could feel every contour, every subtle movement in the way your body responded to him. It was almost overwhelming, the sensation so intense it was hard to process. He felt like he was drowning in you, the pleasure building with each second.

The tightness and the warmth, the way your walls seemed to pulse and grip him, it was too much. His breath hitched in his throat again, and he had to fight to keep control, to not lose himself in the sensation. It was far more consuming than he’d imagined from what he’d heard about it from people around at school. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to alight with pleasure.

When he was fully inside you, he froze, panic flashing in his eyes at the sound of your gasp. He could feel the way your body adjusted to him, the way you stretched to accommodate his size. The pressure was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and an underlying edge of pain as he stretched you. He felt much bigger than you thought he would, and although it wasn’t your first time, you weren’t very used to this either.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tight with concern.

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I’m okay. Just…go slow.”

He could feel the reassurance in your touch, the way you held him, guiding him. As he began to move, the sensation of your body moving with his, the slick friction, was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was raw and incredibly intimate.

He moved cautiously at first, his body trembling with restraint. Every touch felt amplified. His breath was ragged, and you could feel the slight tremors in his muscles as he held himself above you. The heat between your bodies was intense, sweat starting to build up, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you both.

As he began to slide in and out of you, the sensations became even more overwhelming. The wet, lewd sounds of your bodies connecting filled the room, each thrust creating a slick, rhythmic noise that only heightened the sensations you were both feeling. He felt so good inside you, his cock filling you perfectly, hitting spots that made you gasp with pleasure.

“Alex,” you moaned, your voice breathy and full of need, “you feel so good. Keep going, just like that.”

Your words seemed to fuel him, giving him the confidence he needed. His movements became more fluid, his hips rocking steadily as he found a rhythm. You slid your hands up and down his back, feeling the smooth expanse of his skin, the muscles shifting under your touch as he rocked back and forth. His body was slick with sweat, the heat between you almost unbearable but so, so good.

He started struggling to maintain his position, his arms shaking slightly as he tried to hold himself steady. You could see the beads of sweat on his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin. His body was so sensitive, and he was so vulnerable in this moment, every sensation new and overwhelming.

“You’re doing so well.” you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders for support, encouraging him with every word. “Just like that, Al.”

His hips moved with increasing confidence, the wet sounds growing louder, more insistent. Each thrust brought him deeper inside you, the feeling sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You could feel him trembling, his breath coming in hot, ragged gasps against your neck.

“Don’t stop,” you urged him, your voice a mix of encouragement and desperate need. “Please, don’t stop.”

He groaned in response, his grip on the sheets tightening as he pushed himself to keep going, each movement more confident than the last. The connection between you was electric, every touch, every sound, every breath shared adding to it.

He watched your face the entire time as your bodies moved together, the rhythm coming naturally now, and his eyes filled with warmth.

He was hyper-aware of every inch of you, the way your bodies fit together, the way you responded to his touch. All of it together made him feel like he was on the edge the entire time. He was so close, yet he wanted to make it last, to savour every second.

His breathing became more laboured, his skin slick with sweat as he moved against you, his hands clutching at the sheets for support. Hsi body trembled with the effort to hold back, his muscles taut, his grip on the sheets tightening. He could feel he was getting closer, the pressure building inside him, his body tensing as he felt himself nearing his climax.

“I...I can't hold on much longer." he gasped, his voice strained, desperate.

"It's okay." you whispered, your voice soft and reassuring. "Let go, Alex. It's okay."

With your words, he finally let go, his body shuddering as he reached his release. His cry of pleasure was raw, unrestrained, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He thrust deep into you one last time, and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, each spasm sending a surge of pleasure through your own body, feeling his cum filling the condom, warm and thick, pumping out in powerful spurts.

He collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in gasps, his body trembling with the aftershocks. You held him close, your hands soothing as they stroked his back, feeling the rapid rise and fall with every breath. The weight of him, the warmth of his skin against yours, was comforting.

For a moment, you both just lay there, catching your breaths. His body was still twitching slightly, the last remnants of his orgasm making him shiver against you. You could feel the slickness of sweat between you, the mingling of your breaths, the way his heart pounded against your chest.

Finally, he lifted his head to look at you, and his eyes had a tinge of sadness clouding them.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I couldn't hold on."

"Shh," you soothed, your fingers threading through his hair, "It was perfect, Alex."

He smiled shyly, a slight look of relief washing over his face. "Really?"

"Really," you confirmed, your smile soft and loving. "You were amazing."

His smile faded slightly as he looked away, a hint of embarrassment and disappointment still clouding his expression.

“But...I didn’t make you cum.” he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. “I wanted it to be perfect for you too.”

You cupped his face gently, turning him back to meet your gaze. “Alex, it was perfect.” you reassured him, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “It still felt good. Really good.”

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders not fully dissipating. “I just...I wanted to make it amazing for you too like it was for me. I have to make it up to you.”

“Hey,” you said softly, your hands still running through his hair, “You don’t need to make up for anything. This was your first time, and it was incredible. We have all the time in the world to explore each other.”

He still looked a bit uncertain, his brows furrowed with concern. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice vulnerable.

“Absolutely,” you replied firmly, your eyes locking onto his. “Just being with you, feeling you, it was amazing. The rest will come with time.”

He nodded slowly, a small smile starting to return to his lips. “Thank you.” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I... I feel so lucky to have you. You're amazing, you know that?" He paused, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "I can't believe you're mine. You're everything I could ever want and more. Sometimes it feels like a dream."

In that moment, his thoughts wandered, overwhelmed by the sheer luck and happiness of having you here. No, not just here. Of having you be part of his life all together. He marvelled at your kindness, the way you made him feel understood and cherished. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was the luckiest guy in the world, blessed with the perfect girl who accepted him, insecurities and all.

He reluctantly pulled out, his dick soft now, the sensation leaving you both feeling a strange emptiness. He slid off the condom carefully, tying it up before getting up to throw it away. Before he left the bed, he covered you with the sheet, tucking you in carefully. Leaning down, he gave you a wet kiss on the cheek, his lips lingering against your skin. He was so sweet.

In the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection showing a bit of exhaustion, but he undeniably couldn’t ignore the smile that just wouldn’t disappear. He took a moment to take it all in, the reality of what had just happened washing over him. It felt surreal, that he finally made that big step, and you were the perfect person to do it with.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of you entering the bathroom. You were wearing one of his t-shirts that had been laying around, the fabric hanging loosely on your frame, and you looked so effortlessly beautiful.

He smiled, a soft, genuine look of adoration on his face. “I like how you look wearing my stuff.” he said sweetly, his eyes tracing over your form.

You smiled back, your cheeks flushing slightly. “Thanks, Aly. I like wearing it, smells like you.”

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you once more. “You’re the best.” he murmured, “I’m so lucky.”

“I love you, Alex. Tonight was perfect.”

"I love you too." he whispered back, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close, and as he held you, he couldn't help but think about how he'd do anything to make you feel as special and loved as you made him feel.

a/n: i love him so much.

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shslbunnylover · 11 months ago

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★★★𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 3: 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮)★★★

Character: Larissa Weems

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Flirty behavior, alcohol consumption

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Third day is rolling right along with the lovely Larissa Weems! I had so much fun writing this!!

Word count: 1.6k

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Covering your left ear in hopes of draining the noise around you from your hearing, you felt yourself becoming slightly more anxious about having said yes to the staff holiday party at Nevermore. You were well-liked by the students and the other staff. However, you still felt a sense of anxiety wash over you the moment you entered the room.

Looking down at your dress that fell just below your knees, you placed your hands over the other and made your way towards the drinks with a smile on your lips, waving your greeting to the familiar faces around you.

The air around you smelled of cinnamon and sugar cookies, making your body feel like it was melting its nervous shell and leaving only a comfortable and carefree interior. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you grabbed the ladle out of the eggnog, pouring the white liquid into your glass until it was full.

Bringing the glass to your lips, the liquid fell down your throat, causing the tips of your ears once chilled by the cold outside air to warm up.

"This is pretty good," You thought out loud, going to grab a sugar cookie from the large plate next to the bowl of eggnog.

"I'm glad you think so, I made it myself," A regal voice with a familiar British accent spoke, her words turning into a chuckle as you jumped in surprise.

"Ms. Weems!" You exclaimed, putting a hand over your chest as you took a breath in between a couple of laughs. "You scared me!"

"Please darling, call me Larissa, we've known each other for a few years now," Larissa smiled, walking closer to you.

You blushed softly, looking up at the taller woman.

"Yes Larissa," You replied meekly, feeling her dominant and powerful presence washing over you, her aura only increasing due to your feelings for the woman.

"Even when you call me by my first name, you find a way to make it formal. Don't you?" She chuckled, her laugh sounding soft and sweet as it always did, the sound of it had pushed you into a lovesick state.

You nodded, your eyes finding their way down to your feet, attempting to make yourself feel like a normal person for a moment.

"Look back up at me sweetling," Larissa commanded, wanting to see your face again.

You obliged almost immediately, your heart pounding at 1000 miles an hour at the blonde's overwhelming presence.

"T-The party is very nice," You tried to change the subject, hoping to calm down the raging blush on your face.

"It is, but I have a question for you, Y/n," The taller woman stated, taking a sip of her warm eggnog before placing it back on the table.

"Yes?" You asked, looking at her with curious eyes.

"Do I make you nervous?"

You froze, looking at her with a blush scattered across your cheeks and nose, you weren't sure what to say in reply.

You seemingly were silent for a couple minutes, as Larissa cupped your cheek to knock you out of your thoughts.

"Sweetling, are you alright? That question didn't make you uncomfortable did it darling?"

Her pet names were like music to your ears, but you weren't sure how to continue the melody, often ending it with stutters and blush.

"I... I don't know," You replied honestly, "I don't know what it is,"

"That's quite alright snowflake," Larissa nodded, turning her head to the other staff and then back to you. "I should leave you to the party," She smiled, walking away, and leaving you flustered.

You stood there, before a wave of confidence washed over you.

You grabbed her hand, placing your glass on the table to reach further.

"Wait-" You quickly stopped her, retracing your hand with a blush once her blue eyes went back to face you with surprise. "I wanted to give you the present I got you, would you like to see it?" You nervously asked, your mind thinking of any excuse to be near the blonde.

"Oh snowflake, you didn't have to get me anything just because we did a whole Secret Santa event, you know that," Larissa chuckled, "But I know whatever you got me is amazing," She continued, her lips forming into a smile as the two of you walked over to a little Christmas tree where you had put her gift.

You pulled up a small box that was perfectly prepared, the wrapping paper was a beautiful light blue and paired with a white snowflake gift tag that matched the tiny decals on the paper.

"Merry Christmas Larissa," You smiled, handing it to her as your eyes traveled their way up her body.

"Thank you Y/n," She smiled, taking the paper gently off of the box to reveal a small jewelry box.

"Go on! Open the box!" You encouraged her with a soft smile on your lips.

The blonde simply chuckled, quickly opening the velvet box to reveal a very luxurious set of opal dangle earrings.

"Y/n..." She trailed off, her eyes widening as her fingers grazed over the gemstones. "These are beautiful...!"

You beamed in reply, your hands clenching into fists out of your excitement.

"I got you the earrings in opal because it's your birthstone!"

Larissa looked at you with wonderment in her eyes.

"How did you know my birthday? I don't tell that to anyone," She asked, still amazed by how thoughtful you were.

"I asked around," You smirked, "Do you like them?"

"Like them? Darling, I love them! You didn't have to get me these!" The older woman replied, moving her vision from you to the earrings.

"I'd do anything for you," You said, your smirk forming into a more lovesick and warmth-filled smile.

The principal paused for a moment, matching your facial features as she took your hand in her own, shutting the box.

"Is that so? Then you would be willing to answer another question, right?"

You nodded.

"Yes, what is it?" You questioned her, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"If I kissed you, would you reciprocate?"

You froze for a minute, just like you had when she asked you a question before, but something about this moment didn't feel the same.

You pushed your touching hands together, fingers intertwining with each other as you pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

Her hand found its way to your cheek, pulling you further into her lips and her taste of sugar cookies and eggnog.

Pulling away from her to catch your breath, Larissa looked at you once again, her ruby red lips placing themselves on your cheek to leave a slight mark in their wake.

"I guess I have my answer then," She chuckled, watching you break out into a huge blush over what had just occurred.

"I didn't think this would ever happen- At a staff holiday party nonetheless-!" You covered your face with your hands, only for them to be pulled down by the woman in front of you.

"Well," Larissa replied, "Strange things happen during the holidays, don't they?"

"Yeah," You nodded, "I didn't think pretending to be your Secret Santa was the way I'd woo you over,"

Larissa's eyes widened slightly, before she broke out into a soft laughter, placing another soft kiss on your cheek.

"And I didn't think that a good girl like yourself could do such a naughty thing," She teased, her lips falling to yours once more.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years ago

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Omg, congrats on 2.5k!! 😍 Love your work, could i ask for the prompts steve rogers, mob au and you must have misheard me? If you could make him v protective id owe you my heart 😭 thank youuu! ❤️

Thank you so much! Mob is one of my favourite AUs to read so thank you for the opportunity to write for it! It has all of my favourite tropes so it was so hard to pick which ones to go for but I hope you like the one I picked! I've tried to balance the darker and lighter elements too since I'm not sure what kind of Mob AU you'd want!

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Nomad's Girl - Mob!Steve x Reader

Summary: Mob life can be dangerous, but Steve shows you the lengths he'll go to to make you feel safe

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Steve! Mob Environment! Violence! Attempted Sexual Assault! Mention of Drugs! Trauma! Angst! Fluff! SMUT 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You gently knocked your knuckles against the office door, hearing the deep timbre of your man calling you in. Opening the door you smirk as you lean against the door frame.

“You asked to see me boss?” You say with a lopsided grin.

Steve looks up from his desk, a smirk growing as he leans back in his chair “yeah come in and close the door behind you” he tells you.

You do as your told before sauntering over to him. Coming to a stop beside him, your hand running over the back of his shoulders.

“Not working too hard are you?” You ask with a knowing arch of your brow.

“Not anymore” he smirks, wrapping around your waist and pulling you down so you straddled his hips.

You grin your hands lifting to cup his cheeks, fingers scratching through his beard that you loved so much “let me guess you want some help to unwind”

“You know me so well Angel” Steve smiles his hands moving to cup your ass, your own smile growing when you heard your pet name.

You had never expected to fall for one of the most notorious Mob leaders in the state of New York but here you were head over heels for the man. He could be rough and tough when he needed to be, but he was also incredibly soft, especially with you. He often said you fell straight from heaven and deserved to be treated as such.

“Well we better be quick, I don’t want anyone suspecting what we’re up to,” you say placing a kiss to his lips as you stood up.

You and Steve were still relatively new and with your job as a dancer in his club and the risk of his enemies hurting you, you had kept your relationship quiet and secret.

“No we don’t want that do we” Steve smirks as he unbuttons his jeans “so let's get busy doll”

You grin pushing down your booty shorts before climbing back onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you line yourself up and slowly sink down onto him.

“Fuck you take me so well Angel” Steve hisses as he grips your ass “fucking made for me”

“Shit you feel so good” you gasp as you start rolling your hips.

Steve groans as he grips your hips hard, guiding you so you ground harder down onto him. Your back arching giving him perfect access to your chest.

When your eyes met his, Steve lost all self-control practically growling as he stood up from his chair, dropping you down onto his desk so he could pound into you harder. His hand gripping your breast, pulling down your bra so he could play with your sensitive peak.

“Tell me your close” Steve ground out, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“So close” you gasped, head thrown back.

Steve gives you a quick lopsided grin as his free hand moves from your hips, his fingers brushing over your clit sending shockwaves through your body. It wasn’t long until you hit your high, your walls clenching around him. Steve let out a groan as he hit his own end.

The both of you remained there for a couple of moments just catching your breaths. Steve then slowly pulls out of you, opening his desk drawer and pulling out tissues before gently cleaning you up.

He helped you up from the desk, softly putting you back together and fixing your hair. He smiles at you gently as he cups your cheeks and presses a languid kiss to your lips.

“Now, you get back out there, dazzle them and don’t take any shit” he grins.

“Aye, aye Captain” you smirk giving his a small salute.

“Get going trouble” he chuckles before guiding you back towards the door.

“See you later Stevie” you grin kissing his cheek before slipping back out to the rest of the club.

It was a dark, misty, winter’s evening as you walked the short distance from the subway station to the club. Even though you had wrapped up warm with a thick turtle neck jumper, thick fluffy leggings and a long coat you still felt the chill.

The fog that had settled over the city had given it an eerie glow. You could barely see a few feet ahead of you. The only indication that you were on the right street was the glow of the neon signs breaking through the fog.

You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter in an attempt to maintain some body heat. You could see the glow of the club sign just ahead, the warmth of it beckoning you closer.

“Hey um sorry can you help me?” You hear someone say behind you.

Turning around you saw a man standing there with his hands deep in his pockets “um what’s wrong?” You ask.

“I’m just looking for this bar,” he says walking closer to show you his phone, “I thought it was on this street but I can’t find it”

“Oh yeah you need to go a block over, it’s got a big red neon sign can’t miss it” you tell him nodding in the direction he needed to go.

“Thanks, hey let me buy you a drink to thank you” he offers pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

“Oh no I’m good thanks,” you say shaking your head, taking a couple of steps back.

“Oh c’mon just one drink, it’ll be fun” he smiles, but the smile wasn’t as sincere as before, it was sinister.

“No I’ve got to get going,” you say firmly, taking more steps away.

“No, you don’t” he states grabbing hold of your arm.

“Let go of me” you shout trying to pull your arm free, but his grip was too tight.

“I’m not letting a pretty girl as you get away” he grins evilly, pulling you towards a dark alley.

“No, get off!” You screech trying to push him off you, only for him to punch you hard across the face.

“Stop fighting bitch” he growls as he wraps his arm around you to restrain you.

You continue to try and fight him off but he was stronger than you, harshly shoving you against a wall, the bricks scratching and cutting your face. Freezing when you felt him grab your ass. You could hear your mind screaming for you to do something but you were frozen, leaving you to just wait for the inevitable.

The sound of a bottle smashing further down the alley wakes you from your stupor. Your attacker pulled back to see who it was so you used the opportunity to throw your elbow back into his face, right at his nose.

“Ah fuck” the man groans as he stumbles back.

You then use your bag to whack him across the head and to the floor, kicking him in the gut for good measure before running out of the alley. You ran the rest of the way to the club not even daring to look back to see if the man was following.

Once inside the club, you ran straight towards Steve’s office not even bothering to knock before you burst in, slamming the door behind you before completely breaking down.

At the sound of the door slamming Steve’s head snapped up, Bucky and Sam quickly turned to face you. Steve was up from his desk like a shot, surging towards you, tenderly cupping your cheeks as he surveyed the damage to your face.

“Who did this to you?” He growled.

“I- I- I don’t” you stutter through the tears, your entire body shaking from the shock and the adrenaline.

“Where was he?” Steve questions gently.

“In the alley” you manage to say pointing in the direction of the alley.

“Okay,” Steve nods, gently guiding you away from the door “go see if he’s still there, and bring him here for me to deal with if he is” Steve orders, Bucky and Sam nodding in understanding before heading out of the office.

Steve gently leads you over to his chair, getting you to sit down before crouching down in front of you “Angel can you tell me what happened? Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asks softly.

“Just my face” you sniffle.

“Okay, take your time, tell me whenever you’re ready” he reassures you, kissing your forehead as he stands “I’m just gonna get the first aid kit”

You give him a quick nod of your head, wrapping your arms around your waist to hug yourself as he disappeared from the office. You were staring down at the floor but you weren’t looking at it, all you could see were flashbacks of what just happened over and over again.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed Steve return until he places a blanket around your shoulders. You flinched away from him, looking up at him, eyes wide in fear before relaxing when you realised it was only him.

“Hey it's okay, you’re safe now,” Steve says softly, placing a reassuring hand on your knee.

“Did Sam and Bucky find him?” You ask quietly.

Steve lets out a sigh as he shakes his head “no, he scarpered… can you remember anything about him? We might be able to track him down”

“No” you mutter shaking your head “not really it all happened so fast and it was foggy- he- he said he was looking for this bar but I think that was just a rouse”

“Okay well from now on you won’t be walking here alone, I’ll have Buck or Sam drive you and if you see him again you tell them and we’ll make him pay” Steve promises squeezing your knee gently “now let's get you cleaned up”

You give him a slight nod of your head as he opens up the first aid box. He pours some antiseptic onto a cotton pad before gently touching it to your cheek. Despite how gentle he was you still flinched at the stinging sensation, recoiling away.

“I’m sorry I’ll be as quick and as gentle as I can” Steve promises “you can squeeze my hand if you want” he offers holding out his free hand.

You nod taking his hand, the rough and calloused skin bringing you comfort. He went back to work on cleaning you up. You tried your hand not to flinch, squeezing Steve’s hand tightly instead, only stopping when you saw the small grimace on his face.

“Sorry” you mutter sheepishly.

“No it’s okay,” Steve says squeezing your hand “you’re just a lot stronger than you look”

You let out a small scoff shaking your head as you look down. You didn’t feel strong, you definitely weren’t strong when that man grabbed you, pulled you into the alley.

“Hey you are strong, I don’t know what he did, and you don’t have to tell me until you’re ready, but you got away and relatively unscathed,” he tells you softly.

You look up, your eyes meeting his sincere blue eyes that held only truth and love. You felt the corners of your lips twitch upwards and you leant forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you Stevie” you whisper, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

Steve instantly wraps his arms around you securely, his large hands running up and down your back soothingly. He presses kisses to the side of your head and shoulder.

“Anything for you Angel” he mutters.

Two weeks had passed since you had been attacked. You had finally told Steve what had happened after a week, only doing so after waking up screaming from a nightmare. You had been scared to tell him, worried that he’d hate you, think you were tainted. But he reassured you that he would never hate you, that the only person who deserved to get hurt was the creep that touched you.

You were currently sitting on the couch in Steve’s office, doing the last of your makeup before heading out into the bar to work. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you from his seat at his desk. Glancing over your suspicions were confirmed when you saw his concerned gaze.

“You know you don’t have to return to work if you’re not ready,” he tells you softly.

You let out a long sigh as you put away your lipstick “I’m fine Steve” you say quietly, not looking up as you continue to put the rest of your makeup away.

You refuse to look over when you hear him get up from his desk and walk over to you, only just glancing over when he couched down next to you.

“Angel, you’re not fine and that’s okay,” he says softly, putting his hand on your knee.

“I will be fine then” you huff still not looking at him properly.

“Angel” Steve presses hooking his finger under your chin and turning it so you couldn’t avoid his gaze any longer.

You swallow blinking back your tears “sorry” you whisper.

“Hey, hey, no, you have nothing to apologise for,” Steve says moving to sit beside you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap.

“It’s just- it’s just that all I want is to go back to normal, I don’t want to be sat around just thinking about it, reliving it, I want to just work and be me again but I just have this horrible anxiety feeling in my gut and I know it’s probably nothing and I’ll feel fine once I’m out there but…” you ramble shaking your head.

“I know Angel, I know” Steve reassures you, kissing your cheek “and it will be normal again, just a different kind of normal, you’ll still be you but things will be slightly different because that’s just the way it happens when you experience trauma, but it doesn’t make you any less normal, and I’ll still love you all the same”

You tilt your head to look up at his, a small smile playing on your face. That was the first time Steve had told you that he loved you and it just made your heart swell and all the anxious thoughts disappear.

You smile softly as you reach up to cup his cheek “I love you too Stevie” you whisper.

A lopsided grin grows on Steve’s face as he leans down to rest his forehead against yours “I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard” he admits.

“I love you too” you repeat, your smile widening alongside his.

He chuckles warmly as he cups your cheek, guiding your lips to his for a languid kiss “how are you feeling now?” He asks after a moment.

“Better, thank you Stevie” you smile softly.

“You still wanna go out there? I can ask Nat to make sure you don’t do any personal dances if you want, ease you back into it” Steve offers running his hand over your thigh softly.

“Yeah, that could work, just get her to ask me how I’m feeling, I might be completely fine once I’m out there,” you tell him with a small shrug of the shoulders.

“Okay” Steve mutters placing a kiss to your temple “I’ll let Nat know”

A few hours had passed and your shift was going well, it felt good to be back out there. Dancing on the stage, walking around with trays of drinks as you served customers.

You had just walked off stage after performing your routine when Nat met you in the corridor “There’s a man requesting a lap dance from you specifically, you feeling up to it or shall I send someone else instead” Nat asks you.

You purse your lips in thought, you had been feeling much better than you did earlier but that funny feeling hadn’t completely gone. Maybe it wouldn’t until you had a completely normal day and lap dances were a part of that.

“Yeah, it should be fine” you nod “what room is he in?” You ask.

“Room 6” Nat says nodding in the direction of the private rooms “I’ll be behind the bar if you need me”

“Thanks Nat I’m sure I’ll be fine” you smile before turning to head in the direction of the room.

Reaching room 6 you open the door and slip inside. The client sat waiting for you, his back to the door. It wasn’t unusual for clients to turn the chair around, some liked the anticipation.

Closing the door behind you, your walk over to the client, running your hand across his shoulders as you move to stand in front of him. You were about to say your usual sultry spiel but you instantly froze when you realised you recognised the man. It was the man that attacked you.

“I should have guessed you worked at Nomad’s” the man smirks up at you.

You stutter, taking a couple of steps back away from him.

“Is that what the problem was last time? I hadn’t paid?” The man says as he stands up from the chair, walking closer and backing you into the wall “because I’ve paid now, so I can do whatever I want now” he says reaching up to brush his fingers over your cheek.

“No” you whimper turning your head away.

“Oh don’t you worry Sugar, you’ll be begging for more once we get started” he smirks leaning in closer to whisper into your ear, shivers running down your spine.

“I said no” you state, your voice wobbling as you push him back.

He stumbles slightly so you try to run past him. You had barely taken one step away when he grabs you, turns you around and slams you harshly into the wall. You whimper and struggle against him but he just pushes you further into the wall, his arm pressed against the back of your neck, his other hand grabbing at your shorts trying to rip them off.

At that exact moment, he begins to pull your shorts down you hear the door crash open. The man quickly lets you go and turns around to see who it was. You take the opportunity to rush away into the far corner of the room. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw it was Steve who’d come to your rescue and he looks pissed, downright murderous.

“That’s him” you managed to tell him, nodding to the man who attacked you.

You didn’t think it was possible but the fury that was rolling off of Steve in waves increased tenfold. He stalked over to the guy, like how a Tiger would stalk his prey. He grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him into the wall, holding him just off the ground.

“Nobody touches my girls” Steve growls slamming the man back into the wall.

The man lets out a small chuckle as he glances over Steve’s shoulder at you “the bitch was begging for it” he manages to say.

Steve scoffs shaking his head “you must have misheard me” he states “nobody touches my girl”

You see the smug expression on the man’s face fall as he glances between you and Steve. Turning into a look of realisation of how much he’d fucked up.

He went to defend himself, his mouth opening, but he didn’t get the chance. Steve threw him to the ground hard and as he did so you hear the sound of something metal clattering to the floor. You realise in horror that it was your attacker’s gun and he was making a reach for it.

Without thinking you rush over kicking the gun from his reach, picking it up and aiming it at him. You didn’t need to do anything though as Steve punched the man hard in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold.

Once he was satisfied that the guy was taken care of he took a step back his chest still heaving as he glared down at the man. When he finally looked over at you the fire in his eyes still hadn’t dimmed. You knew this side of Steve existed, you knew the kind of stuff he had to do, but you had never seen it before.

“I think I’m gonna vomit” you mutter before running out of the room.

You run straight down the corridor towards Steve’s office, just about making it to the trash can before your emptied your stomach contents. Once you were done you moved to sit on the couch, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

You slumped down, rubbing your forehead tiredly as you try to process it all. You began to completely dissociate as you stared down at the floor, you didn’t even realise you were still holding the gun until Steve couched down in front of you and carefully pried it from your fingers.

He then cupped your cheeks tenderly and got you to look at him, your eyes meeting his worried and loving gaze. No matter how much you tried to stop it your lower lip began to wobble and you broke down.

Steve let out a quiet sigh as he moved to sit next to you, pulling you closer so you could curl up in his lap. He holds onto you tightly, pressing kisses to the top of your head, whispering and reassuring you that you were fine and were safe.

“He can’t hurt you now, he’ll never be able to hurt you again” Steve promises.

“I-I just can’t believe it happened again” you mutter through your tears, “I thought about what I’d do differently if I saw him again, how I’d fight back but I-I didn’t I- I- I froze again”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s natural” Steve reassures you as he kisses your temple.

“Am I just going to be forever haunted by him?” You whisper shaking your head as you looked over at Steve.

“No, god no” Steve mutters cupping your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb “you’ll get past this, you’ll find your new normal, I know you can’t see it now but you will and I’ll be beside you helping you along”

You sniffle back some of your tears “thank you Stevie” you whisper, your hand moving to cover his.

“Anything for you Angel” Steve says softly, kissing your forehead.

A knock on the door has Steve pulling away slightly “come in” he calls out.

Looking over your shoulder you see Bucky walking in, he shoots you a sympathetic look before turning his attention to Steve.

“We have him contained ready for whatever you decide to do with him,” Bucky tells Steve.

“Good” Steve nods before looking down at you “I’m gonna let you decide what happens Angel, we can either dispatch him or stitch him up for something that’ll send him down for life” Steve offers, gently brushing some hair from your face.

You swallow before nodding “send him down, make him pay for the rest of his life” you decide.

“Okay, Buck take 2kg out of the safe and stuff him with it, also get into contact with Diskant to pick him up and Barber to make sure he goes down for life” Steve orders.

“Right away boss” Bucky nods before making his way back out of the office.

“Thank you Stevie” you sigh snuggling closer to him.

“Anything for you Angel, I love you so much” Steve whispers kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too” you mutter closing your eyes and letting the soothing feeling of Steve’s arms around you calm you down.

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maevethewerepuppy · 1 year ago

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The Stray

Petplay Story

CW: Petplay, degradation, bondage, medical play, humiliation, BDSM

You were out for your normal early morning walk when you came across a couple running the other way. Two women, one wearing a collar and tail with a set of fluffy canine ears on the top of her head. You had to admit... Both fluffy assets looked convincingly realistic, and you could've sworn they moved. You hadn't paid much attention to the new laws being passed by the newer, much younger government but you recalled something about people being pets? You-

"Hey, are you lost puppy?" The other woman asked, the one you'd belatedly noticed holding the leash attached to the collar around the weird dog-girl's neck.

"What?" You would blink in reply at the question. Being called a puppy? What did she take you for, a degenerate like them? "I'm not a-"

"Oh dear!" She'd exclaim, looking you up and down as the collared girl moved up behind you. Sniffing your hair and generally cornering you between them. "You poor stray... Let's get you to the pound and make sure you are taken care of!"

And before you can react, she spurts a small spray bottle in your face. The world quickly growing dark and warm as you pass out into the surprisingly strong arms of the puppygirl.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a metal cage, naked except for a black plain collar around your neck, a boneshaped gag in your mouth and large mits on your hands and feet preventing you from any dexterous use of either. Even if the cage you were in would let you stretch enough to move.

As you started to stir and wake up, you'd find my face appearing in front of your cage as I knelt down and smiled at you. A soft, kind face and long dark brown hair. And two beautiful brown eyes that just... captivated your attention.

"Well hello puppy! Good to see you are waking up! You are so lucky Ms. Mindy found you out there, who knows what could have happened if you were left all alone thinking you were a person~" I'd coo softly, a gentle tone in my voice that made your heart flutter for some reason. You'd tried to protest through your gag, but all that came out was muffled groans and cries that didn't seem to affect me.

"Don't try to talk silly! It's okay, we'll get you nice and trained up for adoption, okay? I'll be taking good care of you from now on."

(To be Continued...)

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ladedanixie · 1 year ago

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Ok, I love this show, but if I could get rid of one episode and rewrite another while leaving the majority of everything else untouched. I'd chose---

Seeing Stars and Unhappy Campers. I'd rewrite Seeing Stars and delete Unhappy Campers.

Why?

Seeing Stars should've been a purely Octavia and Loona focused episode. The scene with Loona and Octavia would have hit harder that way.

Unhappy Campers, is bad, I love Millie focus, I like learning about Barbie but its executed badly, and while it is a Millie focused episode, the development and pov is mainly Moxxie's. Moreover, its more about them as couple than solely about Millie. If we wanted to addressed their issues as a couple, we could have done that in Exes and Ohs. Moreover the Barbie stuff we could swap out the Hellbies shot stuff for the Barbie stuff. A more serious parallel to Oops where someone he loves gets hurt, but he chooses family but still loses them anyway.

Also Millie development can be outside Moxxie and Blitz, this episode told us Millie thinks she plain and boring and after seeing Fionna and Cake, she's not too different from Betty in the sense that she does keep sacrificing to keep her boo happy cause he's too in his stuff. You could say Seeing Stars shows that. But we could have had this hinted at before on Millie's side. Have Blitz ask at least once, what she sees in him. When he's so goddamn whiny and single minded. But yeah anyway.

How would I rewrite Seeing Stars?

I would keep it the same up until Octavia broke into the office, and I would have Loona tag along with Octavia.

They would just focus on Octavia's journey, bumbling around L.A., refusing to address why they're there. (Oh hey look Like Fathers, Like Daughters. They are all bad at communicating.)

Blitz freaks about Loona, but then realizes Stolas would be mad, we'd still have that scene be mostly the same aside from Blitz freaking out too. We learn about how Stolas found Blitz in Truth Seekers or we have the gang employ another Hell Hound, maybe even bring back Tex again. Maybe Stolas has an idea of the books last use. But aside from that can't track it because it's in the hands of a rightful user. As well as the limitations of the human world.

They go to the human world, we can keep the Moxxie and Millie hijinks and other things up until the van. In the Van, Blitz and Stolas are freaking out about their girls, and Stolas wonders again why Octavia did this and wondering why Loona went with her. Blitz then ashamedly admits why Loona left and that he's a bad dad, and Stolas assures him he's not. They have a moment, Stolas tries to reach out and hold Blitz's hand to comfort him, just like he did at Ozzie's, but Blitz shuts it down immediately. Stolas is unhappy, looks down at his phone. He tries to bring up Ozzie's, "Blitz I know its not the best time but I just want to say I'm---" he gets cut off and they are whisked into the building.

Meanwhile, Octavia and Loona are still wandering L.A., Loona wants to go to a coffee shop, and Octavia tells her to do whatever she wants, but as Loona responds she spots a pet shop, or a dog pound. Cue trauma as she recalls the day Blitz adopted her. We focus on the hound trying to hurt her, her fear, her huddling into the bed, and distantly we can hear Blitz and the lady talking, same dialogue, "Oh that's Loona, she'll never amount to nothing" until Blitz says "I want to adopt her." "What?" "I want to adopt her." He says, looking right at her while holding the bars, his smile is soft and kind. Loona growls at him, but he doesn't stop smiling. And you see the brief bit of hope enter Loona's eyes, then we transition back to L.A. as Octavia is concerned for Loona. "Hey, hello, are you alright?" Loona gaze hardens. "I'm just fine." "You sure, because you looked like you were having a stroke."

"Can you just fucking drop it? I need some fucking coffee."

Loona leaves Octavia behind. Octavia looks hurt.

Back to the t.v. studio. We can have it the same. (the water joke can stay as well, we can just have someone pour some water on a plant or something before hand to better set up the joke, instead of just having it on a poster in the background, it can still be on a poster. In fact, have a person drink the water in front of that poster, so later when Stolas throws it at the director no one is confused about why he's burning.) Blitz still has has flashback moment, but instead we can see him signing the adoption papers, linking back to that photo on his phone in Ozzie's. Loona is done with the whole thing and Blitz is beaming. But he overhears people saying they are happy to be rid of her sooner than 18, and that she's a good for nothing. Loona is hurt. She heard too. Blitz notices. "Hey, let's go home."

Come back to "no she's mine and I love her!" chaos ensues, ends at lets go find our daughters.

Meanwhile, Honey, I'm in the house is a live taping right, so it could be broadcasting as Loona's in a coffee shop, we see Loona see Blitz calling the pug Loona and sayin "no she's mine and I love her" and the camera tips over as all hell breaks loose, Loona see's Stolas too. And then we have the moment of her throwing her coffee away and going to find Octavia. We can have the sinstagram again or, as Loona is thinking of where to find Octavia, she recalls the common theme of Octavia's wandering. The stars. She finds out where you can see stars and she goes to Griffth Observatory. We have the exchange about smog and cutting her dad slack. When Octavia asks why. Loona apologizes to Octavia and explains why she tagged along. About Blitz, and then says but at least he's trying. There more impactful, and gives Loona more of an arc in the episode.

The girls go find their dads, Stolas and Octavia hug. Loona can still kick Blitz in the nuts, saying "that's for saying you were gonna replace me with a new secretary," then she picks him up and sets him right, and goes "thanks for coming to get me." He tries to hug her, she pushes him away. "Don't push it old man." Then we have the moment with Stolas and Octavia, same as the og, cue fireworks, cute moment. Back to M&M. Everyone goes home the end.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss #i know i just said in another post i dont think i could do the show better #but i do have some ideas about how some things could be restructured and perserve what's there #listen i was in the rwby fandom lol #to fix rwby you need to tear it down and build from scratch but then it wouldn't be rwby #but with helluva boss #all i see are places you could tweak things not many but some #its doesnt need fixing just little tweaks #here and there everything else is great #there are just ways that some female characters can have better arcs and development #long post

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shytastemakerthing · 8 months ago

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If its alright, can I have a TWST matchup? Romantic and platonic if possible pls! Sorry if I overdid it I got a little anxious about what to put lol. Take your time and make sure to take care of yourself. 💙

I am about 5'6 with chest length brown hair that I am growing it out so I can do hairstyles with my sister. I'm nearsighted plus see double so I wear glasses. I have eczema on my arms. I am around 120 pounds and prefer wearing soft baggy gender neutral clothing. I normally look a tamed mess now a days cuz I'm at home 24/7 taking care of my grandma, but when going out I try to look "presentable".

I'm a Scorpio and my MBTI is INFJ-T. I am autistic so how I interact with people varies. Around people I don't really know I'm really quiet and polite, but towards people I don't like I tend to be more passive-aggressive and bitchy. I've had a few friends say that I'm terrifing when pissed off or if someone is being bigoted. I do know that I'm pretty quick to start a fight verbal or physical if my friends are being messed with. I do like to tease my family and friends a lot, but if I see I'm getting close to a boundary I try to pull back. With loved ones I'm overall just more comfortable with being a little silly.

I have pretty simple likes and dislikes. Like I love animals and have had various pets in the past as well as a dog right now. Drawing is one of my passions though I'm trying to get past my anxiety of showing people my art. I absolutely love to sing and I'm willing to listen to (almost) anything, but I love musicals more than anything. It's pretty easy for me to starting rambling about something I'm hyperfixated on then get a little embarrassed. I enjoy the cold more heat because I'm prone to heat strokes. Though exercising is difficult for me I love roller skating. My whole family loves video games so I grew up playing and really loving them. I have difficulties reading so I don't really enjoy it and use to hate it. I have a couple of fears like bug, clowns, and swimming. Sometimes talking is really hard for me cuz of my memory issues, slight lisp, and overall difficulty with pronuncing words, so I don't talk much and enjoy listen to people a lot more.

My love language is pretty evenly spread out, but I enjoy quality time with some sort of physical contact the most.

Varies health stuff that are unfortunately important about me: So, I was born without a sense of smell and with it food is very difficult for me. Most food looks very weird and gross to me, so I rely on texture the most with food. I do have fun making people skirm when they forget about my lack of smell though. I have a diagnosis for anxiety and memory issues, but my therapist agrees that I have more mental health related things. When I was young I had gotten myositis in my legs. Myositis is just muscle weakness caused by your immune system attacking your muscles. Symptoms come and go in episodes/flare ups so when I first got it I was in a wheelchair for six months. I still can't fully recover my leg strength so walking is still difficult if I do it too much.

Hello and thank you so much for this request! I hope that this match-up finds you well and I am so sorry as to how long it took for me to get this out to you! I hope that you enjoy it! I will do the romantic one first and as soon as I catch up on requests, I shall do the platonic!

Tw: None

I match you with...........

Jamil Viper

He is very much used to taking care of people (Kalim), and he has been doing it all of his life.... but it is different for you

Because you are his beloved partner

While he is forced to take care of Kalim, he takes care of you because he wants too

Is your eczema beginning to act up once more? (As someone who also has eczema, I understand this quite literal pain), he has the best remedies sent in from the Scalding Sands and will certainly help.

You don't know where he gets that lotion but by the sevens, the relief that you feel as he puts it on is unreal

With your lack of a sense of smell, he knows that this will certainly impact your food tastes and he will adjust accordingly

Jamil pays extra attention to how to react and respond to certain foods and will make adjustments to better suit your tastes, just so long as you are able to enjoy yourself

Another one who can't stand bugs (rather ironic for a man who grew up in what is basically a desert.... which is known for a lot of bugs), so good luck having some help when it comes to taking care of them

Okay.... if it is really small, he may try to squish it or something, but you have had to stop him more than once from lighting the thing on fire

You both enjoy whatever time it is that you are able to have with one another. He is usually quite busy, between taking care of Kalim, his club, duties as a vice hoursewarden, on top of his normal studies. But if you are both just able to be in the same room as one another, he certainly loves that

Speaking of his club, you are more than welcome to join him at the Basketball club. It's nice and air conditioned so you don't have to worry about getting too hot, and he loves that you come to see him

Overall, Jamil is a very attentive lover, doing what he had to be able to meet your needs and to ensure that you are well taken care of. He will continue to love and cherish you for as long as you allow him.

Thank you for your request!!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #matchups #shy writes #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #romantic #shy answers #Jamil Viper #Twst Jamil Viper #Jamil Viper x reader #Twst Jamil Viper x reader

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hissi-oil · 9 months ago

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mix of work and medical woes has stolen away a week of my time.......... but slowly settling into the weekend and doing both ART and NEOPETS !!!!! traded a pet, and acquired one named "grr" grr.... grr..... what am I even going to turn you into, such an impulse trade because i often just type grrrr after stuff HAHA

ooh now i want to continue to ramble on NAME origins more too, while looking through my accounts..... main, aka the mishmosh the crossroads...: the messiest and most disorganized of my accounts..

102nd: my battledome dari eyrie.... i saw this pet briefly up for trade a couple months before the NCUC release, and I was so transfixed with him for some reason!? in combination with the UC dari eyrie art, it feels so Tiny in the frame. just, an interesting name to me I guess... i guess the fact it felt like, not a name. 102nd of what? I traded a year 1 pet for an UC royalboy acara, which i traded for a high battledome stat UC dari draik... i offered her on 102nd, whose owner initially said no, but then they followed up and said they changed their mind because they were charmed by fact I was so interested in this pet LOL. trade went through, on my birthday!? since then, i've gotten a handful of neomails from people who've either had their eyes on him or previously owned him in the past offering on him, goodness gracious 4kiru: Not the nicest looking name i suppose, nor how I would be compelled to choose a name these a days...... but I choose to read it as Akiru....! I apparently created and painted this pet myself, but completely failed to develop him more... but, an existing oc as a neopet .... sorry, aki!!! perhaps I'll shop around for more name ideas for you!?? asdfghjhh: "asd" my first battledome pet!!! my little pink eyrie!! years back, apparently 2011, I joined in on a pound surf board, and she kept showing up.... apparently she really charmed me and I was obsessed with her for a bit, and drew her a ton and she got a ton of giftart as well, was considered a psuedo-mascot of the pound boards for a little bit....! i trained up her stats, and a comic featuring her got into the neopian times. she was my first pet to ever get boochi'd, and I started to save up for a pink paint brush to repaint her before discovering pink eyrie morphing potions were only 300k at the time.... ! really unsure if her keyboard smash name would be something to charm me over these days, but she is so ingrained in my neo history ! i feel i never really fully developed a serious character for her beyond "wingless pink eyrie that likes snow" grr: You are brand new.... what will you be !? I suppose, this account does have more than one pet who, are kind of 'nameless', i feel compelled to make you a girl.... what species....! maybe the lab ray will help me in the meantime as i ponder ? Guevota: back during my UC trading adventures, i was on such a hunt for an UC plushie jetsam....!! i really, really....really. i'm not much of a fan of the converted jetsam art, but the basic pre-conversion base pose is So cute to me? and plushie jetsam is the only one of the UC jetsams at the time that preserved it (robot kinda did too, but didnt have the eyes) not a very popular pet though, so took a While, to even See any to offer on !!! so not a matter where I could be picky or choosy on name, but I like it! I usually call her Gue "gweh" "gweh - vo - ta"

mimo154: another from my, UC trading adventures ... ! I know i technically 'downtraded' for her according to the UC trading tiers, but I did not care.... i thought she was so cute, and really liked 'mimo', especially lowercase... something charming about 154, for some reason.... which is funny, because me of the past wouldnt be caught dead with a name with numbers... and it's funny now, that NCUCs are out. but thats okay.... mimo154 ! toxin: also from my uc trading adventures !! i already knew I wanted to create this tyrannian kougra, but was at such a loss for names... was both checking various untaken names, trying to make boards seeking "Pets born on leap year", & also just seeing names up for trade.. i had traded an UC for a 3L baby blumaroo, and toxin was offered on this blumaroo... i mulled it over for a bit, like ... ah...!! toxin.... so weird to have a, word?? as a neopet name?? would i retrade it? ah, it could work for the kougie, he'd be so intrigued and impressed by the defensive qualities of plants and thematic to his own barbed personality, hm... ended up, accepting ! it's fun, having him as my active, since my username starts with a t as well, or double lowercase t's.... Ysae: a lucky pound find back in, 20..10?? around the same time I acquired Janra! I had (still have!) an important oc that's name starts with Ys-, so I was very "oh!" seeing this name. Neopets wise, this pet was originally an... actually I don't know.. but, ended up as an alien aisha at one point? I have.. alien aisha clothes scattered across multiple accounts....! When I returned to neo recently, I realized the name would be good for my Ys- oc, in neopets form. I was on the fence between cybunny or acara.... decided, acara....

#text #neo blogging

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faytelumos · 2 years ago

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A Month of Kisses, #6

spicy (mild)

background info for peeps who haven't seen/read my story, Illusory:

Brimstone is a shapeshifting superhero. Sam is Brimstone's coworker at a normal human job. Due partly to outside influence, Brimstone and Sam are attempting to shift their relationship from coworkers-with-benefits to girlfriends.

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Sam and Brimstone walked slowly up to the next enclosure of the petting zoo, Sam rubbing soft circles in the back of Brimstone's hand with her thumb. It felt nice, if a little foreign. Brimstone followed Sam as she slowed to a stop, cooing at the capybara as it sniffed up at her.

"Oh my God," Sam gasped, not letting go of Brimstone's hand as she knelt down and reached over the short fence. The little thing sniffed her fingers, giving her a token lick before turning to look at Brimstone. Sam giggled, gently petting its forehead. "They want your attention," Sam coaxed, looking back up to Brimstone.

Brimstone hesitated. This was the third animal today that seemed eager to meet her. She didn't quite get it, especially since her horns and ears made humans so uncomfortable. But at least the animals were cute and didn't want much more than pets and treats. Brimstone stepped up against the fence and knelt down, reaching in and letting the world's largest rodent sniff her hand before petting it.

"It's so cute how much they want to see you," Sam said, smiling wide, digging into their little pouch of treats. The capybara perked up, and a pair of rabbits that had previously been hiding hopped over at the sound of kibble. Brimstone laughed softly.

"Until there's food," she replied. Sam laughed, reaching down into the enclosure so all three could eat from the palm of her hand.

"Yeah, well, who can say no to good food?" Sam giggled. Brimstone smiled at Sam as she watched the animals. She had a bright face, and she was so pretty. Brimstone had noticed her smile before, but this one felt more real.

They left the capybara and its bunny companions after a couple more handfuls of food. Being here during the work day meant there was little competition for each enclosure, giving them time to linger and meander. Sam kept ahold of Brimstone's hand, staying close as she looked around at the other cages.

"So you can turn into anything, right?" Sam asked as she pulled Brimstone slowly towards a miniature cow pen. Brimstone looked at her wearily, and when Sam glanced over to see the cautious look on her face, she burst into laughter. "I'm just asking!" she laughed.

"Theoretically, yes," Brimstone said slowly, smiling nervously as she looked to the overly fluffy cow. It stepped up to the fence and stuck its head over, licking its big nose. Brimstone reached out and offered her hand, which it licked curiously. She gently pet its ear. "As long as it's my size or bigger and I know how to change into it." The cow shook its head, its ears flapping audibly as it kicked up a tiny dust cloud, and it sniffed at Sam's hip.

"So, theoretically," Sam began, digging out a handful of food, "you could turn into, say…." She offered the cow some kibble, which it gobbled up wetly. "A giant kitten."

Brimstone let out a stuttering laugh, taken off guard by the very thought. A giant kitten. Could she turn into a 130 pound kitten?

"I mean," Brimstone said with a half-laugh. She'd never even considered such a thing before. "I guess?" Sam jumped and squeaked, startling the poor cow, who she immediately apologized to with forehead rubs. Brimstone watched with wide eyes as Sam went on:

"What about a bunny?"

Brimstone laughed aloud this time, trying to imagine herself as a truly giant rabbit. She'd have to adjust bone thickness and density, probably especially in the front legs. But rabbits were fast; they could be a useful shape. Or was it only hares?

"It's doable," she said, and Sam quietly squeaked and bounced on her feet. Brimstone couldn't help but chuckle. "I'd just have to do some research first."

"Oh man," Sam gasped, letting go of the cow and Brimstone's hand to grab her by both arms. Her cow-hand was wet with spit. Brimstone stared, leaning back as Sam bore into her with wide eyes. "Could you imagine how great a movie night would be if you were a giant puppy?" Brimstone laughed again.

"Why all the baby animals?" she asked as Sam grinned hopefully.

"Well—" Sam spluttered, looking away briefly before looking back, "because they're the softest!"

"I could just make soft fur," Brimstone said with a grin. Sam paused, looking thoughtful.

"I guess…" she uttered. Brimstone smirked and gently shook off Sam's grasp. Sam withdrew her hands, looking briefly hurt before Brimstone lowered her gaze to concentrate. In a moment, Brimstone sprouted thick, black-as-sin fur down her arms and over her face and neck, focusing briefly to ensure it grew in more than one layer. Once she was done, she looked up to Sam, offering her arms for approval. The cow had taken a wary step back, but the awed look on Sam's face had Brimstone blushing. Sam stepped forward, skipping Brimstone's arms entirely and reaching instead for her face. Brimstone stilled, watching Sam as she got close, as she touched Brimstone's jaw, as she smoothed over the fur on her cheeks with tender fingertips.

It felt… really nice.

Brimstone's eyes fluttered closed as Sam pet her cheeks, her jaw, and her neck. She'd never been pet before — she'd never even considered it a possibility — but it felt amazing. Hypnotic. Soothing. Sam's touch was so soft, so gentle, and Brimstone rested her hands slowly on Sam's hips to keep herself steady.

"You're really soft," Sam uttered, her voice close. Brimstone felt her face get a little warmer, cursing the sudden heat trapped in her fur.

"Your hands feel nice, too," Brimstone whispered, not opening her eyes. Sam pet her cheek, down her jaw, and over her neck again. Brimstone let out a soft sigh, relaxing into the feeling.

"I didn't really expect you to like being pet," Sam muttered. Brimstone laughed softly.

"Neither did I." Sam giggled, cuddling up close, and Brimstone opened her eyes to Sam's face inches from hers. Her eyes fell to Sam's lips, and she wondered if a kiss might be unwelcome.

The cow groaned lamentingly at them. Brimstone looked first, her face getting hot as the cow offered itself for pets, leaning into the fence. Sam giggled, reaching out only barely enough to pet them. They nosed her arm counter-productively, huffing, and Sam and Brimstone shared a small laugh.

After the cow, Brimstone got rid of the fur, lest they come across someone. She already looked weird enough with the horns and big ears and black eyes; she didn't need the added attention of black fur.

They left the petting section and came into a nocturnal section. There were few lights, and several signs to be quiet for the animals. Looking around, Brimstone saw several kinds of lemur, and even an enclosure with racoons. Sam gasped softly, grabbing her arm again and pulling her over to another cage.

"Look at his giant ears," she breathed, pulling Brimstone to the glass. A fennec fox looked back at them, having lifted its head off of its sleeping companion. Sam cooed, barely staying off of the glass as she fawned over the little thing. "I want one," she said, looking directly at Brimstone. Brimstone blinked, then glanced at the little guy. Fennec foxes were legal, right? But then, why was Sam asking Brimstone for one? Did she think she had connections? Sam looked back to the glass, touching it softly. "I'd name them Butters," Sam whispered. Brimstone put a hand to her mouth to hold back a giggle.

Sam proceeded to coo and whine at almost every enclosure, seeming nearly pained by the big eyes and smooth fur most of the occupants shared. Brimstone ended up watching Sam more often than the animals. The way she always leaned forward rather than just stepping closer, or how big her eyes got when the animals looked at her, or the beautiful pouty face she made when they refused to. By the time they finished checking out the darkened enclosures, fur or not, Brimstone was warm. It was strange. But it didn't feel wrong.

Sam paused on the way out of the exhibit to lean against a wall, looking back in at the lemurs and tiny canids. Brimstone stood beside her, heart thumping in her chest despite the calm day they'd been having. She'd never been flustered in Sam's presence before, no matter what they were doing, but now, something as simple as a date through the kiddy sections of the zoo was making her feel like she'd been running.

She carefully leaned against the wall with Sam, looking into the dark, otherwise empty exhibit.

"I'm glad you said yes," Sam uttered. Brimstone glanced over at her to see her smiling softly. "I wasn't sure you'd agree to come." Brimstone looked away again, deciding what to say.

"I know I need to get my priorities right," Brimstone breathed. She looked to Sam pointedly, giving her a soft, subtle smile. Sam beamed back, then looked back into the dark. Brimstone followed her gaze, swallowing around her heart in her throat. They'd been closer than this a hundred times. Surely… surely Sam wouldn't mind.

Brimstone reached out with a trembling hand and hooked a finger slowly in Sam's belt loop. She pulled softly as Sam looked down curiously, and Sam complied easily, letting Brimstone pull her in close. Sam's breaths got deeper, and Brimstone ignored the squirming in her gut as she leaned in and closed her eyes.

Sam hummed, and her lips were warm and slightly wet, and she wrapped her arms around Brimstone's waist easily, leaning into the kiss. Brimstone sighed, clutching Sam tightly and pushing just a little closer. She was already feeling warm, her head swimming ever so, and Sam let out a soft little moan that sent an electric shock down her back. She took another half-step, bending Sam back gently, getting a foot between hers and bearing slightly down on her before she knew what was happening. Sam gasped, reaching a hand up and grabbing Brimstone's shoulder, just like she'd done a hundred times before. But it was somehow more intimate now than ever, and it had Brimstone's heart racing. Then Sam's fingers slipped free with another moan, and when Brimstone sighed on a ragged breath, it sounded too deep in her own throat.

Brimstone broke the kiss with a jolt, looking down almost a foot to Sam, who was normally an inch taller than her. Sam was blushing, panting, clinging onto Brimstone like she was getting away — which, she kind of was. Brimstone could feel her face turning bright red, and she shed the extra height she had subconsciously added during the kiss, coming back to her normal shape.

"Sorry," Brimstone panted, looking away. Sam laughed unsteadily, tangling her hands in Brimstone's shirt, and Brimstone glanced over at her.

"That was hot as fuck," Sam gasped, playing with Brimstone's clothes, keeping their bodies close. "You didn't do that on purpose?" Brimstone shook her head, the heat getting all the way across her ears and down her neck. Sam huffed, putting a hand to her chest as she caught her breath. "You've gotta do that again," she panted, grinning. Brimstone stared at her, mind going fuzzy.

"Oh… okay."

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Illusory, pt1 | Illusory, pt8

#Fayte writes #a month of kisses #oc: Brimstone

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memeyqueenybeany6996 · 1 year ago

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The Teaching Assistant

Chapter 2

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Waking up to the door being pounded on and a voice she didn't want to hear, especially after waking up a tiny bit hungover. She gets out of her bed throwing on short bottoms and heading out of her messy bedroom into her apartment going to the door and finally opening it, which the moment it's open in strides her older brother, whose a big man, he has darker red hair than her and instead of red eyes he has hazel eyes.

"About damn time 'Melia. I've been knocking for 10 minutes." He scolds coldly as he walks in before turning to his little sister, "why the hell does it look like you just woke up? It's 1 pm."

Amelia looks sheepish as she rubs the back of her head, "well, I drank a little too much wine last night."

Her older brother huffs as he enters into the apartment plopping down on the couch as the white furred cat hisses at him. He rolls his eyes at Stubby and shoes him away.

"Damn cat, don't know why he freaking hates me. Why couldn't you've adopted a dog or something?" He comments of handedly

"Not that I have anything against dogs, Stubby just.. he's different and I wouldn't have it any other way." She replies back softly as she walks over to the living area and sits on a reclining chair away from her brother.

It's silent after a moment as Stubby hops into Amelia's lap and purrs loudly in a taunting tone while Amelia pets him. Her brothers eyes are narrow and just watch them before breaking the silence, "what am I going to do with you.."

She blinks her eyes at him questioningly, "what.. what do you mean?" She states

He clasped his scared hands together and says, "you know what. I've told you to not stick your nose into places where you shouldn't and you keep doing it, and it's getting worse over the past couple years."

"Sticking my nose into places? All those times I had legal obligations to step in. I'm doing what a hero should do!" She says raising her voice a tiny bit before cringing at the headache she feels doing so

He chuckles dryly as she throws his arms along the back of the couch, "sis, I think you and I know you're not exactly hero material. I've been telling you for years, just stay out of the way. But you refuse to listen. So here's what's going to happen, as punishment I'm making sure your only allowed to work 20 hours or less during the work week."

"You can't be serious." She says narrowing her eyes at him, "I don't know where you think I don't have what it takes to be a hero when obviously I do. You seriously need to get the stick out of your ass Miguel, your throwing temper tantrums because you can't keep me under your thumb. I'm sick. I'm sick and tired of being in your shadow, I'm sick and tired of people constantly comparing me to you! Stop comparing me to you, damn it! We're completely different!" She yells at him getting a bit emotional

She keeps going not letting him talk, "I could care less about fame, I like helping people! That's why I step in when there isn't need for me too. Yesterday I stepped in because those individuals, most of them would have died. If I have the power to change someone's fate like that I'm gonna do what I can. Sorry to be such a disappointment."

He looks at her and his hands dig into the couch before he stands up and stalks over to her and she doesn't back down looking at him, even if she's nervous. He can tell she's nervous, even with how she's trying to hide it. He leans over and puts a hand on her head and brings his face close as he looks at her with a small glare.

"You are a disappointment." He states coldly and it feels like a bucket of cold water is poured on her, "can't you see your more fit to be a nurse or something? Why put your life on the line when your quirk doesn't allow you any defense or offensive stats. Not to mention your poor combat skills, all those villains you defeated, you just got lucky. If you keep going you're going to get yourself killed and others too. Do you want to leave me behind huh? Do you want to live with such guilt?!" He states yelling at her with a bit of fear in his eyes

"I'm the only family you got, who was there for you when Mom passed huh? Who was there to help do homework when I could have been heroing, me!! Damn it it all Amelia! You can hate me all you want, but you're going to follow the rules I placed down. Otherwise I'll call my buddies up at the Hero Activities Office and have them pull your hero license. I've held off for a long time doing so, hoping you'd get it through your thick skull that this hero thing wasn't for you. But no, you kept pushing, I almost died, I almost lost my whole career because of a mistake you did six years ago. Don't you still feel bad for that? Just do yourself a favor and keep quiet, stop doing stuff you're not supposed to, got it..?"

She feels sick as she looks at her brother, throwing all that into her face. Being a hero was.. was all she wanted to do. Why can't he respect that!?

Just then Stubby launched himself at Miguel hissing, bitting, and swing his paws at him. Miguel growls throwing him off him and Stubby hits the floor hard as Miguel curses.

"I'm gonna kill that cat one day 'Melia, so help me, get that thing muzzled and declawed or so help me it won't be around for much longer." Miguel spat out angry as his arm bleeds from bites and scratches.

He curses again shoving his sisters helping hand to heal him away as he just storms out of her apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Amelia drops off the chair and quickly brings Stubby into her arms as she cries a little bit, the tears sizzling as it hits his fur.

"I'm sorry Stubby. Please don't attack him again. Please.. I.. I can't lose you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm pathetic." She says whispering while cradling him

"Maybe I.. should really give up.. I mean if he has friends in the Hero Activity Office.. whose to say even if I moved out to a different state they wouldn't pull my license.." she mumbles into his white fur. After a moment she feels his tail wraps around her arm, giving a comforting squeeze.

She stays sitting on the floor with Stubby purring to her. "You're all I have, so please behave, no matter what happens." She says softly

#bnha #fanfic #mha #the teaching assistant #aizawa shouta #nezu mha #class 1a

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mj-skyair-star · 1 year ago

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█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 4: Stalked░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday morning, 5:15 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Five minutes later.

Winter and I stopped when we heard some kind of voice... or voices, really.

My whole body froze. I thought I was hearing things but it seems like Winter can hear them too...

"What was that..? It sounds like there are six different voices..." I couldn't work out what they were saying...

I'm trying to remain calm. We can just pretend it's nothing... Despite that, my dog wasn't able to do that. He did the 'security mode' thing for the third time now, only this time growling. Luckily, I managed to quiet him down before anyone could hear him...

Soon I notice that Winter starts to freak out all of a sudden... Still remaining 'calm' I want to reassure him that everything is ok...

"It's ok. There's no one there. Relax," I gently told him, kneeling down to his height and pat his fluffy head. Thankfully, it worked but he still acted protectively around me. I don't mind at all since I felt unsettled in the first place, it's just we don't have time for coming across trouble. I got up and got back on my skateboard. "L-Let's just keep mov-,"

CRANK! CRUSH! WAAHH!!

That scared the living crap out of me!

Winter's fur puffed up like it was caused by a blow-dryer and froze in place.

I fell off my skateboard which caused me to land on my back on the rough concrete while the skateboard rolled away.

I was so frightened that I got up and ran.

"WINTER RUN!" I yelled in terror and grabbed my board with Winter trailing behind me. That was when I heard clanking sounds like footsteps... not just one, but multiple footsteps in our vicinity! I feel my heart pounding faster in a race. My blood rushes from weak to high, high to weak as anxiety kicks in. I looked around to find somewhere to hide. That's when I spotted a very dark alleyway. "Winter! This way!" I dared to run in there.

I was expecting a way out on the other side... Turns out to be a dead end, great.

Taking a couple of deep breaths during a panic attack thinking I'LL BE KIDNAPPED OR WORSE!! We stood there, staring at the dead-end... It's really dark, messy and smelly, with an awful smell that nearly made me vomit. The clanking sound grew louder and louder.

"There is no way we can escape! These people are fast!" I grabbed Winter's leash and led him down in front of the dumpster (if the mysterious group saw us enter here they probably wouldn't see us behind the dumpster... I hope).

In order to feel secure, I kneel down to hold my pet closely. I hold him like it's my comfort plushie so he doesn't flip off and attack them. That would be risky. Especially if it's a group.

"Stay very quiet... please. For the love of gosh..." I whispered to him just as we heard walking slow down RIGHT where we were.

"OH, GOD! PLEASE DON'T FIND US! PLEASE DON'T FIND US! PLEASE DON'T FIND US!!!!"

"Are you sure she went that way?" An old male voice was heard... He sounds... robotic... and pretty wise.

"Formative, I saw her D-O-G go in there. Meaning she went in there as well!" Another male voice that sounds not too high but more in the middle pitch, and also sounds robotic too.

Pretty goofy.

"If she is in there then someone has to go in and check," another male voice was heard, a deeper voice this time, but not as deep as Corpse Husband's, and robotic as well... Maybe the group didn't want their real voice recognised? Even though it sounds strongly familiar... "Scrap Metal, go check to see if she is in there,"

"AHAHAHA! WiTh PlEaSUrE! Hehehe!" Another male spoke up.

He sounds pretty insane judging by the laugh.

A bit weird that his voice is broken...

"Ha, ha, Scrap Metal? What kind of parents name their child-" Snapped in reality, I instantly recognised that name anywhere-!

CRAP!

HE'S COMING!

The sound of his metal footsteps echoed throughout the alleyway of darkness.

I freak out since I know damn well who I'M dealing with!

My silent breathing started to shake as if I was cold until it became heavy. Quickly, I covered my mouth. I can't let him hear me!

Clunk... clunk... clunk...

"Hehehe, AiRiS, wHeRe ArE yOu~..?"

"THEY KNOW MY NAME TOO!?!? HOW MANY CHARACTERS ARE THERE!? What Crowby is saying... He's telling the truth! THIS IS ALL REAL?!? NO FRICKING WAY!" Millions of questions ran through my head out of madness. "I think I really am losing it!" The voices I heard, the footsteps, the conversations- They are a group that works for Artron.

They are called 'The Slayer'.

The six members were a twisted group when I first saw them in 'War of Time.'

The first one that spoke is Sark. He's the original leader of the group but retired from leading because of his age... I think he's 167... Anyway, even though he retired, that doesn't mean he left. He stayed to help out his son (who will be mentioned shortly) with leadership until he 'dies'. He was also a tricky boss fighter to beat.

Moving on to the second voice, Drillbit... he's the... dumb one in the group... that's all I'm gonna say, other than he's... What's the word that doesn't sound too hurtful..? Chubby.

Next is Sark's son I mentioned, Slaytrap. The leader of the group is a bit emotionless with thoughts of blood and slaughter in his head: quote on quote 'destroying bots'. He has a hot temper (easily crackable). Fair warning: Never mess with the leader.

Of course, you heard Scrap Metal was mentioned. Unlike Crowby, Scrap is a bit of a punk-crazy bully type (but not as creepy as Crowby). He doesn't always follow Slaytrap's orders, which is how he gets into trouble. If you mess with him too much, he will go on a legit, maniacal rampage- no joke, that guy is very much insane. Oh, and his voice box is a bit damaged after the first boss fight with him.

The other two that haven't been mentioned (since they didn't say anything) are Cybel and Ugiz-zo. Twins but not identical.

Cybel is the only female in the group. She isn't just pretty, but she is also a drama queen, and her brother Ugiz-zo is... Well, kinda depressed or just emotionless... At least the creators do not depict him as an emo! Even though he's a very sorrowful robot with deep dark side thoughts...

Back to what's happening now.

I didn't dare to look because I knew Scrap would spot me instantly if I do...

As I looked to the side- I swear to God, I became a statue- SCRAP'S HEAD POKE OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF US BUT SOMEHOW DIDN'T SEE US!!! OH MY FRICKING GOD I'M MENTALLY DYING ON THE INSIDE RIGHT NOW!! It frightens the living crap out of me! I'm scared that he's gonna turn his head and spot us! As I close my hazel eyes, I tighten my grip on my dog.

I waited for something to happen...

BANG!

Scarp banged the dumpster.

I was vehemently close to screaming.

"UGH! ShE's NoT hErE!" Scrap shouts frustratingly as he heads back to his group...

It doesn't end there, yet.

"WHAT!?" The rest of the group shouted.

I listen very carefully to what 'The Slayers' are talking about.

"I cHeCkEd. ShE's NoT tHeRe. I tHiNk DrIlLbIt'S vIsIoN aRe NoT wOrKiNg AgAiG,"

"Uh? Are you sure it's not the other way round?"

"No! I saw them go in there!" Drillbit rejected.

"You only said you saw the mutt in there, clearly it would only be the mutt," Cybel said, sounding pretty unconvinced by Drill.

"ThE dOg IsN't In ThErE eItHeR, tHaT's WhY I sAiD hIs ViSiOnS aRe NoT wOrKiNg,"

"Splendid job, Drillbit,"- Cybel said once again, in a harsh sarcastic tone this time- "We lost her!"

"What is the point of this human anyway?" Ugiz asked miserably. "Can't we just take over the whole human world instead of getting the girl? It seems so pointless,"

"We already talked about this, Ugiz-zo. We need her to stop the Cosmic Five from ruining our plans," Slaytrap snapped. "I do not wish to hear your 'forgetfulness' because of your pathetic doubts!" He's getting pretty irate but more vexed.

"Take it easy Slaytrap, you know that's how he is," Sark told him calmly.

There was a moment of silence for about a few seconds.

"You're right, father. We'll have to continue our search,"

"And figure out where this 'Church' is located,"

"... How the hell did- Shit! The Troyquake family will be in danger too!"

"Let's go," I heard them leaving where we were.

I knew they were gone.

Letting out a massive sigh of relief, my heart and blood pressure are pumping back to normal speed along with my breathing. I might be pale as snow thanks to Scrap Metal. Unwrapping my dog, I smiled happily that he didn't make a sound or start attacking 'The Slayers'. I am so proud of him.

"Good boy, Win! Now let's go! Before they figure out where it is," I told him.

We stood up, I laid my sunset skateboard on the ground, then held the hoop of Winter's leash and Winter started pulling me thereafter I got on the board.

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Here we are.

We stopped at the front gate of the Church.

I got off my board just to hold on to it.

The entrance has a steep hill. Since I didn't want to risk falling and getting injured we walked down the hill instead.

I glance up at the building and the surrounding area.

The building looks nothing like an ordinary church, with its amazing, colourful glass windows showing Jesus, angels, or anything that is associated with Christianity. It looked more like a regular building where someone put a huge cross on it and just claimed it was a Church.

Winter and I walked past the car park up until we got to the front door of the Church, under shelter. I looked around to see if Oscar or anyone else was around...

... No sign of him or his family...

"I thought they would be here by now... I hope they're not kidnapped since the villain characters NOW EXIST!!"

Bark, bark!

Winter's bark snapped my thoughts away.

I looked over at my husky who was jumping up and down excitedly, causing me to glance over in the direction that Winter was barking.

That was when I heard the sound of a skateboard coming...

I smiled, knowing who it is.

It appeared to be a blonde-haired boy with light blue eyes, wearing a white shirt, a brown camping jacket, blue shorts and his camping bag on his back.

Upon noticing a few things, three to be exact, my smile soon faded.

His family are not with him, he's not wearing a helmet and he has a cricket bat with him. Why?

"Aren't you happy to see me, Iris?" He chuckled jokingly and stopped right in front of me and Winter.

Woof!

"Hello to you too Winter," Oscar smiled as he rubbed my pet's head.

"I am... But why aren't you wearing your helmet? And why did you bring a cricket bat? We're not here to play cricket, you know?" I asked him sternly with a hint of confusion in my tone too.

Oscar stopped patting my dog and smirked sneakily.

"I wasn't bothered to bring my helmet,"

"Oscar..." I frowned at him and rigidly crossed my arms.

"Chill. I know I'll be fine. I haven't fallen off a skateboard in a long time,"

"... Alright, just to warn you right now. You'll fall at any time,"

"Are you jinxing me?" He asked jokingly which caused me to giggle a bit.

"No, I'm just letting you know. I'll be right,"- I rolled my eyes- "And the cricket bat?"

"Admittedly, I brought it so we could play- BUT! I also brought it to use as a weapon," Oscar proudly told me.

"He's probably not gonna survive when he meets 'The Slayers'... If he finds out... Please don't turn that into a jinx, universe,"

"If you say so,"- I shrugged- "Where are the rest of your family?" Silence took over.

Oscar didn't say a word. He suddenly lost his chill.

He held both of my shoulders and shook me a bit.

"He took them all! He took everyone!" I looked at him very strangely due to the sudden action, making my stomach twist because I understood why.

"Who is he?" I asked, afraid that he had already met Artron already.

"GOD!"

"Wha-" Never mind.

"HE TOOK EVERY GOOD PEOPLE THAT BELIEVES IN HIM AND CHILDREN UP TO HEAVEN LEAVING BAD PEOPLE THAT DO NOT BELIEVE IN HIM-!"

"Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! Calm down your farm! What on Earth are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about God taking everyone-!"

"No! I didn't mean that! I know what you're saying! I mean why do you think that?"

"Because yesterday I was at my nana's place. We watched a movie that was related to Christianity. The movie is called 'Left Behind' and I may have gotten scared of it since..." He started explaining what the movie was about. "Basically, it's about a dad and a daughter (probably around twenty-ish), and they're both not Christians, and there's also a mother who is Christian and a son who's about nine or ten, or probably younger than that. One unexpected day, all the good people and children disappeared. The reason for it was something to do with 'one day God will take them home'. The dad works as a pilot and noticed some people disappear in the plane due to the massive panic going on. His goal was to fly the passengers back to America for safety (he also had to avoid a great big storm too) with the help of his daughter. That's all I'm gonna say..." I stared at him dumbfoundedly, yet, I'm more upset with his nana since I am fully aware of what she was intending to try to do.

If he hadn't told me about her, I wouldn't know at all.

His nana might have regretted it afterwards.

"... Dude... Did you actually believe all of that?"

"... Well..."

"I know your nana is Christian and all, and I have total respect for people's religions. I didn't expect you guys to watch something that scared the living crap out of you,"

"My nana likes watching anything that involves Christianity..."

"Dude, I legit showed you a photo of a foot-print,"

"And?"

"And that person is still here, also, if you think about it, we're thirteen years old. God would have taken us as well, technically," Oscar's worries were replaced with realisation.

"... Oh... You're right... The photo of the footprint in your garden is obviously from a malicious person, however that last part... That's... a fair point..."

"Let me guess, you freaked out when you found out that your family is missing which made you believe that everything you watched yesterday with your nana is real, is that what happened?"

"... Yeah... Gosh, I'm such an idiot," he grew embarrassed as I (a wonderful friend) patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"It's ok, and you're not an idiot, you were just scared. I guess we'll have to stick together and wait until morning so we can ask someone for help,"

"Agree, but we're not just gonna sit outside of the Church early in the morning, right?"

"Obviously not, that's why we're going to my place," I smiled and playfully punched his arm, earning a chuckle from my friend.

"Good idea. Your neighbours could have been deep sleepers so maybe that's why they didn't wake up and didn't answer the door,"

"Maybe..." Thinking back about my neighbours and the whole 'The Slayers' group, and the other characters I met... I'm unsure if I should tell him about it... I mean... My brain has been fighting over whether what I saw was a dream/imagination or it's not, and it's driving me bonkers on whether it's real or not.

I felt even more anxious if I kept thinking, like, what if I really am starting to see things and someone else couldn't? That's the thing, I'm beginning to worry that Oscar doesn't believe me and thinks I'm highly peculiar.

That's why I'm deciding to keep it from him. From now on.

"Hey... Are you ok?"

"Huh?"

"You were looking worried and zoning out there,"

"Oh... uh... I'm fine," I told him, trying to 'fine' as possible even though Oscar seems like he knows something is up.

"Alright... if you say so..." Thank God he shrugged it off! Probably not completely, he would know that something is off and will eventually get me to spill if it's necessary. "Let's get going then," Oscar turned his skateboard around and skated off.

Placing my skateboard down, allowing my dog to pull me while riding the board. I can catch up with him so we can head back to my house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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beauzos · 3 years ago

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speaking of Neopets though i don’t think i ever posted all my Neopets here in their current customization + painted status. i just finally got one of the items i rly wanted for my Desert Draik so his customization is finally getting there. i think they all look pretty nice :)

#Psy's no punctuation posts #neopets blogging #also yes the tyrannian lupe looks fucked with the shirt and mane but i just have to deal with it lol #i have a couple pound pets as well but i'm looking to see what i can get for them at the lab ray so #i have a pet who's name is Gorgol the Butcher but he got turned from a Skeith into a Zafara it's so funny #i kinda want him to stay a Zafara. was thinking of picking up a Christmas Brush and painting him Christmas lol #also found a Bori with a rly good name so I'll see what I can get with him too

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mlmmetalhead · 2 years ago

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Not that other anon but please please pleaseeee more bottom!Eddie headcanons! I will give you all my possessions! Could be how Eddie's boyfriend gives aftercare and back rubs. But also how Eddie is when his boyfriend is rough

Eddie Munson NSFW headcanons part 4 oh my god

Male reader

Part one

Part two

Part three

An: it's a never ending cycle.

WOMEN DNI

Surprisingly, enjoys aftercare a lot. It makes him feel loved and cared for. Like what you two just did is meaningful.

I mentioned before that he looks like a cat to me, and I'm going to stick with this to the end.

He will literally purr if you pet his hair after a hot and rough session.

And also will fall asleep incredibly quick after a session.

He loves cuddling in general, but post-sex cuddles are forever number one in his heart.

Aftercare is also his way of getting your attention.

"Baby, please massage my hips... I don't think I'll be able to walk for the next two days.."

Always will tell you about how he felt, what he liked and what he didn't. Like a review. A sex review.

That sounds like a nice name for a fanfiction tho

Anyways, I know damn well that's not what you horny mfers came here for.

He enjoys you being rough. Really rough.

Brat tame him by pulling his hair and making him count how many times you can make him cum in one hour.

Eddie loves the feeling of being pressed against a bed, sandwiched between your hot, heavy body and the mattress, while you absolutely pound him.

If you get completely into it, and start calling him names into his ear, sends him over the edge almost immediately.

"You're such a dirty fucking slut, and all for me, right? No one's allowed to have you like this but me."

"Oh Jesus, Y/N... Hah... Oh my god, yes, yes I am, oh fuck!"

You found this out on accident, but Eddie's really into choking. The sensation of being almost passed out while you're stretching him out from the inside is almost heavenly.

The accident involved you accidentally pressing his face again a pillow without noticing, being too carried away from your own pleasure.

You haven't noticed until his hand started desperately slapping you in your backside. You quickly pulled him up, checking up on him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry darling, are you-"

"Do it again."

He says, while drool is dripping down his chin, looking at you with blown eyes.

"Sorry, what? Eddie, are you alright?"

"That was so fucking hot, Y/N... Please do it again."

But you settle on you just choking him with your hand around his throat, that was you could easily see if it's getting too much.

Still, it has him trembling and drooling every time.

Especially is he's restrained and feeling completely helpless.

He can't help it, it just feels too great, the way you're completely taking control of his pleasure.

But if he's in a good mood, he will spread himself out on his own, like a good, obedient pretty boy he is on the good days.

And also will politely ask for it himself.

"Please, Y/N, I've been so good today."

He'll say while rubbing up and down your torso.

"I've already prepared myself for you and your big, thick... Personality."

Eddie chuckles, as one of his hands dives down, rubbing your clothed member.

"Please, go as hard as you can, I want to be claimed by you... To not be able to walk for the next couple of days... I love it so much, oh my god."

How can you reject him?

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moonshineboyz · 3 years ago

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Pairing: crush!Juyeon x fem reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: seven minutes in heaven, fingering

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When you agreed in participating in an innocent truth or dare game, it didn't cross your mind that you'd end up in a closet with your crush Lee Juyeon playing seven minutes in heaven. Or in this case: fourteen minutes in heaven, because according to your friend, "it is more fun this way, and after all, I had the idea so I make the rules."

The door locked from outside as soon as you entered and you leaned against a wall, hugging your own body and looking down at your feet.

"I don't bite, okay? I mean, unless you want me to," Juyeon joked shrugging and your head jerked up to look at him. "Sorry," he said lowly noticing your blushing face and wide eyes.

You had talked to him a few times before, passed some notes from the classes he missed, but you weren't actually close so, being in such a small space like that with only you two made a shiver run down your spine. Deep down you wanted something to happen, given the current situation that is but why would he even be interested in you? Juyeon was quite a popular guy and known to be very smart and kind, not to mention that he was also in the basketball team; everyone knew him and he was always with his nice cool friends.

"So, you wanna talk?"

"I guess it'd be awkward if we don't," you answered letting out a small laugh and he smiled.

"Okay, Q&A time! I start, favorite subject at school?" He asked excitedly taking you aback a little, you weren't really prepared for a sudden back and forth questions session.

"Uhmm, History I guess. Favorite season?"

"Autumn! What do you see yourself doing 5 years from now?"

"This is not a job interview, I don't know!" You shrugged and Juyeon chuckled, you were starting to feel less tense. "Do you have pets?"

"I can't, I'm allergic, but I like cats though. Do you?"

"I have two cats, Snow and Nighty. What do you do when you’re not practicing with the team?” Juyeon’s eyes lit up in the mention of your pets and you found that adorable.

“I'm usually painting when I have time. Okay, let me guess, one of your cats is white and the other is black, right? Predictable.”

“Painting? Oh, that’s really cool! And well, yes… Snow is the black one.” You laughed at his reaction, the way his face just fell.

“Right, that was not predictable… You’re funny,” he said chuckling and shooting you a warm smile. “You know, I've been thinking about trying to paint people now.” Juyeon started making his way to you, just a couple steps and he was already right in front of you, your heart pounding. “Maybe you could help me.”

“I-I don’t know how to do that.” You were stuttering as he was looking at you so attentively.

“I mean, pose for me.” He got even closer and you didn’t know how to speak anymore, his cologne intoxicating you. “You’re so pretty.” His voice was low and soft, just like his thumb that was now grazing your cheek.

Before you could register anything, his lips were on yours. You blinked a few times in shock before giving in and kissing him back, bringing him closer by the collar of his jacket. Juyeon held your waist with one hand and the other went to your neck, keeping you close and deepening the kiss.

The kiss was getting heated and you suddenly felt his hand creep up your thigh going under your skirt as he pressed his body against yours, making you moan and he smirked whispering near your lips how hot you were.

Juyeon’s fingers brushed on your core and he hummed to himself seeing you were getting wet already. When he toyed with the waistband to your panties you pulled away out of breath. “T-there's no time for-"

“We have enough time. Just be quiet or they’ll hear you, darling,” he soothed and kissed you hard again, sliding into your underwear and playing with your wetness to which you moaned into his mouth.

He circled your clit lightly and you arched your back holding onto his arms. Soon he slipped one finger inside and started pumping slowly, till you got used to the sensation and rolled your hips wanting more.

It was exciting not knowing how much time left you still had, you had to cum fast and Juyeon seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He inserted another finger and began to go faster, swallowing all your sounds and holding the back of your head.

Your body was burning, almost feeling like melting and letting him take control, brain foggy forgetting about where you were. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged on it biting his lower lip and you felt him smile.

Juyeon pulled away to kiss on your neck and started rubbing your clit again while finger fucking you harder and deeper. Your pussy began clenching at the same time that a voice from the other side of the door called and said there was 30 seconds last.

“Cum, baby. Do you want them to see you in this state?” He teased and sucked on the skin of your neck making you whine. “Shhhh, quiet, baby.”

You didn’t know how but you were able to cum without a sound, just breathing heavily and trembling trying to hold onto his shoulders. Juyeon admired your fucked out face and kissed your jaw.

He sucked his own fingers clean and pecked your lips saying how sweet you tasted and the door opened the second you finished getting your clothes and hair back in place.

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years ago

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couples costume , tyler seguin

note, this fic is part of my 5 days of halloween. check out this masterlist if you're interested. none of the fics in that series are connected. they are all standalone. pair, tyler seguin x reader summary, y/n ropes tyler into wearing a couple's costume with her. oh, and of course the dogs get costumes too. warnings, none word count, 836 words

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You had been with Tyler for almost 3 years, and each year, Tyler would refuse to go along with your matching couple's costumes. But this year was different. This year you were engaged, so he couldn't say no to you now. It was an unofficial rule.

So, you scrolled through your Pinterest boards and scouted all through Instagram trying to find the perfect costumes. You decided, in the end, to do a couple's costume then individual costumes for the dogs.

A few days before Halloween, Gerry injured himself and ended up in a cone, so plans were quickly changed. You got the materials needed for Gerry's new costume.

Before Tyler got home from getting groceries, you changed the dogs into their costumes. Marshall was a cowboy, Cash was a beanie baby and Gerry, with his cone, was a bowl of fruitloops.

"I'm home, and I found some candy. They were almost sold out, but I grabbed the last couple of bags." Tyler hollered as he walked through the door.

"Go get dad." You told the dogs. They bolted out of the living room and into the kitchen where Tyler was now unloading the food.

"Oh, my God! Look at your boys." He squealed. It brought a smile to your face as you followed them and leaned against the door frame, "They look amazing." The smile on his face couldn't get any bigger, "And Gerry." He laughed.

"You like it?" You asked.

"I love it." He beamed, stepping over the dogs and over to you, "So, what do you have in store for the two of us?"

"You'll just have to see. Although I do have to glue something to your chest." You told him. Tyler made a face, "No, don't worry. We're gonna look great." You reassured, pushing back one of his curls.

"I'll take your word for it." He sighed.

A few hours later, Tyler was sitting on the toilet, getting the chest piece to the costume glued onto his chest, "This is gonna hurt to take off isn't it?" Tyler asked.

"Oh, come on. You get shoved into boards and tackled by men over 200 pounds, and this is what you're scared of?" You laughed.

"Don't laugh." Tyler pouted.

"You'll be fine. We're gonna win the contest." You smiled.

"There is no contest." He reminded.

"Yeah, there is." You nodded, "And we're gonna win first place." You told him, going back to the task in front of you.

You held a Halloween party every year where you invited your friends and just had a good time, passing out candy every once in a while when the doorbell rang.

You fixed the badge hanging on your shirt one last time before you pulled the door open. Your best friend Penny was always first to show up to your parties to help get the last-minute touches ready with you.

"Oh, my gosh, you're Pepper Potts." She gasped. You nodded, giving her a spin, "Does that mean that Tyler is Tony?"

"Yeah, it took some convincing, but he finally agreed." You nodded, letting her inside.

"Where is he? I want to see your costume so I can take a picture."

"He's somewhere around here." You told her, looking around.

"Well, in the meantime, where are my favorite boys?" She began looking around for the dogs. At the sound of their names, all three dogs came running out, "Oh, my goodness, look at you three. And Gerry..." She burst out laughing.

"They are pretty cute." Tyler walked out from wherever he was, wearing Tony Stark's signature sunglasses.

"Wait, you two are so cute, this is sad and gross at the same time." She joked.

You and Tyler both laughed as she bent down and began petting them and playing with the dogs. The doorbell rang, which either meant more guests or kids.

Tyler grabbed the candy bowl and went to answer the door. You could tell it was kids because you heard a couple of little gasps when they realized it was Tyler Seguin's house they had knocked on.

"Hey, kids," Tyler spoke enthusiastically.

"You're Tyler Seguin." One of the boys spoke in awe.

"Actually, I'm Tony Stark, but you can't tell anyone." He bent down in front of the two small boys, "Can you keep it a secret? No one can know who I really am."

"Yeah!"

"We can!" Both boys nodded.

"Cool," Tyler smirked, dropping some candy in their bags before they ran off to their parents.

You watched as Tyler waved to the boys and set the bowl on the stood next to the door. He shut the door, a goofy smile on his face as he turned around to you.

"So, Tony Stark, you ready for the rest of the night?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, a glass of champagne in your hand.

"With you, Pepper Potts? Hell yes." He nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned your head on his shoulder, just standing in your entryway, enjoying each other's presence.

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pennyaldrich mom and dad say “happy halloween!”

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yourusername yes, we do!

starswags pepper and tony!

tseguin92 i don’t know if i want to be mom and dad 😂

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mellowyandere · 3 years ago

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One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 2

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Summary: Toshinori's anxiety over your absence quickly gave way to anger as he tired of your attitude. His own version of a punishment was in order.

Length: 6.7k

Warnings: non-con spanking, yandere themes, bathing, non-con, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, size kink.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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

Toshinori and Hizashi were pacing the kitchen, phones in hand as they tried to get Shouta to respond. You had been missing for upwards of six hours now and the pros were on the verge of losing it. Their sleepy counterpart had stated he wouldn't need the two blonds help, but try as they might they couldn't help the anxiety clawing away at their minds.

"Fuck Toshi what if she got hurt? I know she's capable 'n all but the woods! There's god knows what out there!" The smaller blond was vibrating he was so wound up, the mental image of bugs crawling all over you and coyotes tearing you to pieces sending him into a panic.

All Might's anxieties were a bit more practical, imagining you finding your way to the road and trying to hitch hike away from them. What if a villain found you and hurt you? Nowhere was safer than home with them.

"Shouta is fully capable of finding her, any minute now and he'll give me a call..." The words were meant to bring Hizashi comfort, but he was struggling to convince himself as well. His phone was clutched in his large hand, its silence on the verge of killing him.

When it finally rang he almost threw it across the room as he fumbled it. Slamming the answer button he brought the phone to his ear.

"Where is she, is she hurt, is she alright?"

"Calm down she's fine. Dirty and upset, but otherwise relatively unharmed."

Hizashi bounded over, ears perked so he could listen in on the conversation. His perfectly aligned teeth worried his bottom lip at his husbands word choice of relatively. So he was a bit rough on recovery.

"I'll send you our coordinates, she managed to get pretty far into the endless forest. Good thing that contact of yours set up this quirk or else she would have reached the main road hours ago."

Toshinori heard your disgruntled yelling in the background at Shouta's newest revelation before the line went dead. His phone pinged and he made a mental note of where the two of you were. Taking a deep breath he puffed up his chest, taking on his more muscular appearance before running out the front door.

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An endless forest. Go figures. From what you could tell the further you wandered into the woods the deeper they actually became. You weren't exactly sure how they got in and out the house around the quirk, but the path you took was clearly not it.

You were currently sitting on the ground, back to Shouta as you simmered. Now that he was no longer plastered on top of you your anger was rekindled. You could feel his eyes burning holes into you, but you were far too pissed off to acknowledge him. It was a good thing he seemed to know when to leave you be, not bothering with conversation after fucking you into the forest floor.

The only thing he'd done since violating you was get his capture weapon, dragging you along so he didn't lose sight of you again.

Your head was still pounding from when you had hit the ground earlier. Combining that with how filthy you were and Shouta's cooling cum on your inner thighs, and you feel like absolute shit.

The sound of a loud thud behind you caused you to flinch. You didn't have it in you to turn around and face the number one hero right now, not sure if you would be able to handle whatever expression was on his face.

"Oh goodness, Shouta she's a mess what did you do?"

The dark haired man simply huffed in response, eyes rolling at the number ones concern.

"Just get us home, she needs a bath."

You hated when they talked about you like you weren't there, as if you were just some pet or child instead of your own autonomous person.

All Mights heavy footsteps approached you, stopping just shy of touching you. When you made no move to acknowledge his presence he sighed deeply, tutting at your behavior, before scooping you up bridal style. You closed your eyes to avoid looking at him, turning away from his broad chest.

"Shouta you can just grip around my neck from behind, it will only take a couple minutes to get back."

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes at his words. He had covered what took you six hours in mere minutes.

As soon as Eraserhead had confirmed himself secure All Might took off. Wind rushed passed you as he soared high above the canopy. You peeked your eyes open, trying desperately to see where the forest ended, but much to your dismay the nearest city looked to be hundreds of miles away, and any possible roads were obscured by trees.

"Take a good look Y/N," Toshinori murmured to you, voice rumbling against your ear. He didn't need to say more, you understood him loud and clear. Escape won't be possible, even if you get out you can't outrun me, and even if you hide it's only a matter of time before we find you. Your tears of frustration fell more freely now. Way to rub salt in the wound.

When you landed a minute or so later Shouta wasted no time in dropping off the giant while Toshinori quickly brought you inside. Hizashi greeted you at the front door, a strange mixture of relief, anger and disappointment swirling in his emerald eyes.

"Oh no baby look at yah. I got the water runnin' in the master bath in your room Toshi come on lets get her clean." Toshinori followed Hizashi upstairs, refusing to put you down. You all trailed through his bedroom, simplistic design leaving the space void of personality, until you ended up in his bathroom. The room was large, to accommodate the size of its owner, with white marble tiles on the floor, accompanied by white walls and white appliances, giving the room a sterile feeling.

"Hizashi, Shouta, I'll take care of her for now." You had expected a bit of protest from Hizashi but he merely walked out with a sad nod.

"Take it easy on her okay, it's partially my fault she got out..." Shouta mumbled, following his husband out of the bathroom. The door closed with a soft click and for the first time since coming into this house you found yourself alone with All Might. He was normally so busy you barely ever saw him, but now here he was, gently lowering you to the floor.

He stepped away from you, running his hand under the large free standing tubs faucet to test the water temperature. Hizashi had left everything he'd need to clean you up, towel and spare clothes included.

"Go ahead and strip." His voice was colder than normal, an edge to it that filled you with unease. Turning to finally look at him you sucked in your breath. His eyes were fixated on you, searing you with a look that was equal parts disappointment and wounded. He was still in his muscular form, kneeling impatiently beside the bath.

Heat rushed to your face as you slowly began to peel off your filthy clothes, until you were standing in front of him in your bra and underwear. He quirked an eyebrow at you as his frowned deepened.

"All of it." Anger and fear mixed dangerously in your mind as you glared at him.

"I can clean myself."

"I don't recall asking if you could. Strip, now."

When you made no move to comply he threw his head back in exasperation, heaving a large sigh before standing to his full height.

"I have had enough of your behavior young lady. I understand your frustration with us, but we're doing this for your own good. Would you really rather waste away in prison?"

"I'd rather you assholes just kill me already or something, this whole playing pet thing is really starting to piss me off!" His face dropped, teeth grinding against one another as his mind processed what you said. You had no idea how villains got the nerve to fight him, right now it was taking everything inside you to not back down and apologize.

"Kill you? Are you serious right now!" He stomped up to you, frame looming over you threateningly as his eyes blazed with fury.

Swallowing hard you steeled your nerves, you had nothing left to lose so might as well give him a piece of your mind.

"I was perfectly fine before you fuckers brought me here! I don't need you! The fact that you had to prevent me from using my quirk is proof enough that I don't need you! Sure I might not have had much, but it was mine! My life to own and do whatever the hell I wanted with, not yours to take!"

"The moment you decided killing people was the only way to solve your problems was the moment you lost the rights to your life. As heroes in this world, and enforcers of justice, you are sentenced to our care. Now stop arguing with me and strip."

Puffing out your chest you narrowed your tear stained eyes and fixed him with the nastiest look you could muster. "Fuck. You."

In that moment you saw something inside him snap. Mouth pulled tight in a terrifying scowl, he had you maneuvered faster than you could comprehend. One moment you had been standing in front of him, the next you were strewn over his lap, facing the floor.

You yelled out in anger, clawing at his calves through his cargo pants. You knew what would be coming next, but your brain didn't want to slow down to think about how humiliating it was about to be.

"If you want to act like a child then you'll be punished like one. Count. One for every hour you were gone. Be grateful it's not more."

"Let go of me you fucking assho- aH!"

His large hand made contact with your clothed ass, the slap muffled by the sound of running water.

"Count."

You bit down on your bottom lip hard, tears leaving trails as they washed the dirt down your face. You waited with bated breath, the stinging on your ass for now was bearable enough.

"Y/N, you will count on this next one or I will double your punishment. I'm done playing games with you."

You tensed on the expanse of his massive thighs. You didn't want to count, didn't want to give in, but deep down you knew you'd never win.

His hand came down again with another resounding smack right on top of the first hit. You let out a sob from the impact, choking out a soft "one" as your self preservation instincts kicked your ego to the curb.

"Good, only five more to go."

Your head hung in shame as you waited for your punishment to end, jolting and squeaking out numbers every time he made contact with your burning flesh. To his credit he applied the same level of force with each hit, but every time he made contact the intensity of your burn increased until finally you cried out a broken "six".

You felt so pathetic, strewn across All Mights lap. You used to be so independent, never did you imagine this would be your fate. What happened to your self confidence? The fire inside of you that pushed you to rid the world of villains felt smoldered. Doused by the degrading nature of your stay with the three pro heroes.

It made you want to curl up in a ball and cry until your head pounded from exhaustion. Today was simply getting to be too much for you to mentally handle. From your failed escape attempt, your pathetic attempt at self defense against Shouta, learning running was a pointless waste of your time, to now getting a spanking like a fucking child from All Might himself. The list of losses just kept adding up, and none of them were in your favor.

You were openly sobbing, and the fact that you were crying was pissing you off even more, making for a horrible cycle where you simply cried harder. Toshinori gently moved you around in his hold until he had you clutched to his chest, gently shushing you as you clung to him. Despite how wrong it was you found comfort in Toshinori as he rubbed soft circles into your back, grasping small handfuls of his t-shirt as you stained the white fabric with tears and dirt.

"Everything is going to be okay, I know you've had a bad day and being locked up isn't easy for you. Just give it some time Y/N and you'll see that things here aren't so bad with us. We're here for you, and we're never going to tire of you, even with that stubborn attitude of yours."

Toshinori waited patiently for your sobbing to turn into soft hiccups before peeling you off of him. He removed what little clothes you had left and then lowered you into the tub. The drain was unplugged since you were still filthy, and sitting you in a full tub of water would murky up the clean bath.

Grabbing a large cup Toshinori filled it and poured water over your naked body. You watched with unfocused and puffy eyes as the proof of your failed escape attempt swirled down the drain. Only when the water finally ran clear did Toshinori put the plug in. The lulling warmth progressively crept higher up your body, your head bobbing as you grew sleepy. Toshinori turned the water off once the water had reached your chest, leaving it a good bit from the lip of the tub.

You heard the rustling of clothes but paid the source no mind. You didn't so much as react when the now naked hero stepped into the bath, shimmying down until you were surrounded by him. The water level rose drastically with the addition of the 560 pound man. His thick thighs were splayed on either side of you, solid abdominal muscles pressed into your back.

You heard the pop of a bottle before two large hands gently began to lather your skin in body wash.

"I'm not sure how you like your hair cleaned princess. Whenever women find out I use two in one shampoo they give me a look like I kicked a puppy so I'll just leave that to you for another time." He chuckled softly as he spoke, massaging the tightness out of your shoulders before moving down to your arms.

He spoke so casually, as if all his anger from earlier evaporated with the ending of your punishment. You found yourself grateful that he moved on so quickly instead of lingering on your emotional degradation.

You felt his cock stir a bit as he came back to your chest, cupping them and working the soap onto your skin with more attention than he'd shown your shoulders. You stiffened a bit, but since he made no further move to grind himself against you, you remained in his hold.

"I'm sorry for being rough with you, I'd much rather do something relaxing like this than bring you pain." He pulled you until your head was laying on the expanse of his chest, the deep pounding of his heart mingling with the ringing in your ears. It was almost relaxing, minus the growing erection pressed against your lower back.

Reluctantly his hands left your breast, moving further down your body. He rubbed the soft expanse of your stomach, humming happily at your lack of resistance to him. Only when his hands drifted further did you begin to stir a bit.

"Now young lady I need to make sure all of you is cleaned up okay? You're behaving yourself so well I'd really hate to ruin the moment."

"No, no. Please. Just this one thing.."

His hands paused. He hated how broken you sounded right now. Pulling back he raised his arms outside the tub and rested them along the edges. You relaxed a bit as he retreated.

"Alright Y/N, do you need any soap?"

Sighing softly in relief, you were glad that he was willing to give you this. It almost made you feel human again.

"Nah, it's not healthy to use soap down there."

Toshinori merely hummed in acknowledgement, sliding further into the bath and pushing you along with him as he got comfortable.

You cleaned your core gently, it was still a bit sore from what Shouta had done earlier to you. Only once you deemed yourself spotless did you get soap to lather on the parts of you Toshinori had not gotten to. Speaking of, his breathing had gotten a lot deeper. You peaked back at him noticing his head uncomfortably resting against the tub as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Peering down his naked body you couldn't help but gasp softly as you took note of the large injury covering part of his abdomen. You turned towards him, sending ripples through the water as you cautiously brought your hand to the deep scar. You knew that All Might had been injured enough to force him into a smaller form, but seeing the injury first hand was something else entirely. Who on earth had been able to hurt this titan of a man?

You hadn't realized Toshinori had woken up until his large hand gently covered your own. Meeting his soft gaze you were taken aback by his sad smile.

"The man who did this to me, some say it would be best if I just killed him already. But that's not what heroes do, that's not what Nana would do."

Taking hold of your body Toshinori moved you until he had you straddling the smallest part of his waist. Since you were both completely naked you kept your eyes trained on his injury, heat rushing to your cheeks at the intimacy of the position. His hands rose from the water, gently cupping your face and drawing your gaze to his own.

"When I look at you sometimes I can see her. Your strong will, your intelligence, how beautiful you are... but you're not the same person. Not in a bad way, no you are unique. Your own individual, and someone who I've come to love, even if you don't feel the same way."

His blue orbs were hypnotizing, almost as if he believed if he tried hard enough your own glassy orbs would mirror his loving gaze, or perhaps he'd see it hidden in the depths of your irises.

This moment was far too intimate and personal for your comfort, it was so different than anything any of the men had done before. In a way you almost preferred when they failed to acknowledge you as an equal, it made it easier to hate them. But right now, sitting in the warm bath atop Toshinori, you could feel your resolve slipping.

You didn't want to bring attention to his confession so you decided to try and divert the subject.

"Who's Nana?" You had never heard of her before, not even in tabloids referring to All Might. Toshinori's hands froze on your face, eyes scrunching up as he contemplated on how he wanted to answer.

"Nana... Nana was my mentor. Though calling her that doesn't feel right, she was more like a mother to me. She's the reason I am who I am. Without her I'd be nothing."

Past tense, he was using a lot of past tense. It didn't take a genius to interpret why. His forlorn expression filled in the gaps, so you didn't bother to ask what had become of her. He saw you in the same light he saw this woman?

"Y/N, will you sleep with me tonight?"

Taking note of your hesitation he continued speaking before you could voice any protests.

"Coming home and realizing you were gone.. I was so worried, so afraid I'd never see you again. That you'd be taken away from me, and I don't know if I can handle losing you. I've lost so many people that I cared deeply about, I refuse to lose you too."

How in the ever loving fuck were you supposed to refuse him now. Even though you were still mad at him from his earlier form of punishment you couldn't find it in you to hurt him right now.

"Yeah that's fine, but just tonight. You probably put off a ridiculous amount of heat or snore or something..."

Toshinori flashed you his signature smile before bellowing out a laugh. The water rippled and your body jostled along with his hearty chuckle.

"Me? Snore? No, it'll be the coughing that might get to you haha-ack"

Pain flashed across his face before you felt his body rapidly shrink beneath you with a large puff of smoke. He scrambled upright, causing you to fall against him as he hacked out a lung. You awkwardly placed your hand on his back and rubbed small circles as one of his arms gripped you tightly for balance.

"So-sorry I think I was in my muscular form for too long."

He looked a bit sheepish, using the back of his forearm to wipe off some blood that had dribbled down his chin. You merely sat there, doing your best to look anywhere but him as he collected himself.

"The water's getting cold, come on let's get out princess."

You stood up first, awkwardly stepping over his legs and out of the tub. You were a bit embarrassed that he kept his eyes trained on you the whole time while his hands hovered to ensure your safety. A pile of large fluffy towels were set to the side of the tub on a stool. Grabbing the one on top you began the process of drying off.

You heard the sloshing of water as Toshinori stood up, followed by the sound of the plug being pulled and water draining. Looking over it amazed you that even in his smaller form he was was still intimidating. Wiry muscles clung tight to his frame, the angles of his face casting shadows across his eyes. Stepping out he grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry himself off as well.

"Hizashi left you some clothes it would seem... though they look a bit uncomfortable. You can borrow a spare shirt of mine, I also have a spare toothbrush on the top right hand draw of the counter if you want to hide out in my room tonight."

You very much wanted to avoid Hizashi, not sure if you could handle whatever he'd have in store for you right now. Out of three men here, he made you the most nervous. Even now, as you held the scandalous lingerie up to the light you knew he was still going to want his share of punishment.

"I'll take your shirt offer, as well as the hiding out offer. I don't think I can handle him tonight."

Toshinori hummed in acknowledgement before heading to his bedroom and shuffling about before reappearing with one of his large white t-shirts. He had on boxers now, which he must have bought specifically for his smaller form because they hugged all of him rather snugly. Tossing the shirt your way he meandered about the bathroom, preparing for sleep.

You both finished around the same time, leaving you to awkwardly shuffle towards his gigantic bed. He followed behind you, large hand on the small of your back to encourage you onwards.

You wanted him to sleep on the other side of the bed but weren't sure exactly how to voice your desire, especially when he followed so closely behind you. Pulling back the sheets you slid under the cool covers, and yet again Toshinori somehow found a way to leave you with no space.

After turning off the bedside lamp his long limbs quickly ensnared you, pulling you close and tucking you into his embrace. He was warm, but not unpleasantly hot.

Just for tonight. You'd give him this just for tonight. You were also beyond exhausted, your limbs heavy as you sunk into his ridiculously comfortable mattress. Your mind, which had been drifting off ever since the bath, finally dipped into unconsciousness. Your soft breathing filled the air as Toshinori watched you finally succumb to slumber. Smiling softly he lovingly stroked your cheek, planting a kiss to your forehead before giving in himself.

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Waking with a jolt you were thrown off by limbs harshly clutching your body. It took you a moment to remember that you weren't in your own bedroom, meaning Toshinori was currently holding you like his life depended on it.

The room was pitch black so you had no idea what time it was, but figured it was still way to early to be awake. His grip on your body was borderline painful causing you to groan out in sleepy annoyance.

"Toshinori, damnit, wake up. You're squeezing me too tight," you grumbled, wiggling a bit to try and jostle him awake. He was murmuring in his sleep, deep voice grumbling against you with the way he had you pressed against his chest.

"D-don't go... no no. I am here... please."

His body was trembling, caught in a nightmare that you couldn't see.

You raised your voice a bit, trying harder to wake him up but he still wouldn't release his grip on you. Only when you accidentally elbowed him did he finally react to you.

With a harsh gasp he threw himself on top of you, pushing you into the mattress. His blue eyes were a wild blaze, messy blond hair framing his angular face. His long bangs were plastered to his forehead from sweat, lungs heaving to swallow air.

"Y/N?"

He looked so lost, eyes clouded with tears as his brain finally registered he was no longer trapped in his own personal hell. Groaning out in discomfort he lowered his body on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you, trying to ground himself.

"Ah, I'm- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up... fuck." Moving down he rested his head against your chest, as if he needed to hear your heart beating beneath him in order to assure himself you were really here.

All you could find it in yourself to do was sigh in exhaustion, body going limp as you relaxed beneath him. It was a good thing he was in his smaller form, since he wasn't attempting to keep any of his weight off of you. You closed your eyes, not quite ready to ask him what his nightmare had been about.

He sniffled softly into your chest, arms unwinding from your waist to gently rub against your exposed flesh. His shirt had drifted up your body, leaving your stomach and lower half exposed.

"May I, may I touch you please?"

"You already are..."

"Oh, uh- yeah it would seem I am. Could I touch you, um down here?" His hand trailed down, knuckles softly brushing against your bare thighs.

You cracked your eyes open to look down at him, his own glowing orbs pleading up to you.

"Toshinori can we just go back to sleep? Please?"

Biting his bottom lip his hand continued to drift closer to your naked core, eyes averting from your own as he thought about what he was going to do next.

"I know I'm not around as much as Hizashi and Shouta but gosh I just- I need to feel you right now. The way they talk about you, how perfect you feel, I need you."

"I-I'd rather we just sleep, Hizashi is still mad at me an-"

Toshinori slid up your body, silencing your protests with a kiss. His hand slid up all the way, using his own thigh as leverage to keep you from closing yours.

His tongue delved into your mouth, fingers finally meeting your outer folds. You struggled beneath him, breaking the kiss.

"Toshinori please, I just want to sleep." In reality you were scared. You had seen his length before, and you'd be a liar if you said it didn't intimidate you. That coupled with the fact that tonight had been going semi-well with the pro, him finally having his share of you would cement your fate in this house even further. His fingers had paused, body still as he took you in below him.

"You don't have to do a thing then princess, I'll take care of everything. Just lay back and relax I promise I'll make you feel good."

"To-Toshinori please, I just want to sleep," you looked deep into his eyes as you pleaded with him, hoping somehow you could find the part of him that knew this was wrong. He gave you a sad smile, his eyes still a bit glassy from his nightmare.

"Just think of this as the last of your punishment then. I still don't think you realize just how terrified I was when I came home to an empty house."

You shook your head, sniffling a bit as tears formed. You tried to push him off but he merely took one large hand and easily secured both of your wrists above your head. His other hand resumed ever so gently teasing you, working on getting you aroused.

"Just lay back and relax alright, then we can go back to sleep. I just-I just need to feel you right now. Need to make sure you're really here."

You worked your bottom lip with you teeth, eyes closed so you no longer had to look at him. His thumb trailed up to press light circles against your clit while his middle finger began to delve a bit deeper, teasing your sore hole. Your body had gone slack, tired of the fact that this was just another situation in which your powerlessness was painfully on display. You didn't have it in you mentally to put up a fight.

Toshinori moved his slim hips until his clothed cock was pressed against your right thigh, rutting against you while he worked you open. He gave a gentle peck to your forehead before trailing kisses down your face to your mouth. He captured your lips with his own, freeing your bottom lip from your teeth and moaning into your unwilling mouth.

You didn't work with him, not giving him the satisfaction of your consent, but he wasn't deterred. He simply moved down, back arching as he made his way to your chest. His erection left your thigh as he finally settled on his stomach between your legs, allowing him to comfortably take your right nipple into his hot mouth.

He nipped at the sensitive bud, long finger pushing into you at the same time while he continued to work your clit. His movements were slow as he savored every moment, sleepy mind basking in the warmth of your body.

You tried to drift back to sleep, thinking that perhaps in the emptiness of unconsciousness you could avoid your punishment, but Toshinori was surprisingly very skilled when it came to manipulating your body. You shuddered beneath him when he gave a particularly hard suck to your breast, his lean digit rubbing against the spongy spot on your inner walls that had you clamping down on him in return.

His pace was torture, just on the cusp of bringing you satisfaction, but he seemed plenty content with dragging this out. You wiggled below him in annoyance, attempting to grind down against his hand in anger and desperation. If he was going to force himself on you then the least he could do was not torment you about it.

With a soft sigh Toshinori released your nipple from his mouth, a small trail of spit connected to his lips. Opening your eyes you glared down at him, while his eyelids were hooded in an amorous gaze.

"Tell me what you need me to do for you princess."

"Let me sleep."

Toshinori gave a sleepy chuckle before peppering your chest with lazy kisses.

"You're more than welcome to try."

Resting his head against your chest he continued to pump his finger excruciatingly slow, easily pushing all the way in to his knuckle, thanks to how wet you had become, before dragging out with a languid come hither motion against your sensitive walls.

You could feel your heart accelerate as he lazily stroked pleasure into your slack body. The way in which you velvety walls clamped down on him far too telling of his skill. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn't so damn good at this. In some sick and twisted way though, his loving movements quelled the rage inside you.

Did you want this? Tears slipped down your face as you realized that some fucked up part of you just might. Toshinori hummed softly into your flesh while he lazily worked you closer to your climax, the endorphins flooding your brain working to wash away your inner turmoil. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your clit while he nipped and sucked on whatever flesh he could reach.

Once he realized you were close to finishing he simply added another finger, stretching and wiggling the two digits to help open you up. You moaned softly at the intrusion, hips bucking as you gave in to him. It didn't take him much longer to finally push you over the edge, but he didn't stop like you had hoped. Adding a third digit you inhaled sharply at the burning sensation, stretched walls still spasming from your orgasm.

"I'll make sure you're ready, don't worry about a thing. Just a little bit more, you're tight but I'll fit."

"It- you won't fit, please you know you won't."

As if to prove you wrong he pushed a bit harder then you were prepared for, burying three of his fingers knuckle deep and forcing a pained whine from your throat. He began to move, getting on his knees and arching his body over your own while continuing to stroke your now sensitive and stinging cunt.

"As I said earlier, just think of this as the ending to your punishment."

"But Hizashi hasn't-" Toshinori cut you off with a pointed look.

"That's not my fault now is it?" You cringed away from him, his cold tone from earlier in the night caused your chest to tighten in fear.

He sighed lowly at your frightened expression, before giving you a small smile and another gentle peck to your forehead.

"Just lay back and relax alright?" He gave your captured wrists a light squeeze as he spoke, large frame hovering over you as he continued to scissor his fingers inside you. The burning sensation from being stretched out began to subside as the familiar warmth of pleasure took hold of you once more.

"There we go, just like that. The more you relax the easier this will be I promise."

Finally pulling his devilish hand away from your soaked pussy he made quick work of shimmying out of his underwear, long cock springing free. The tip was red with a good bit of pre-cum dripping down his intimidating length, some getting lost in his neatly trimmed curly blond pubic hair.

You had flashbacks to the first time you saw it, a bit relieved that in his smaller form he lost a bit of girth. But holy shit if this 7 foot 2 inch giant of a man wasn't packing heat.

Heat flushed Toshinori's face as he watched you take him in. He knew his size could be a bit alarming, which is why he was well versed in the art of foreplay.

Bringing himself down on top of you he lined his tip up with your entrance, free hand helping to guide himself in. You could feel him, gently rubbing himself on your outer lips to gather your slick. His raspy breaths ghosted across the hot expanse of your face, while he closed his eyes, letting out a low groan as he began to push in.

"Sh-shit yes, just like that, ah fuck it'll be a tight fit."

You whined as he began to work on sinking into you, his hand leaving his cock in favor of gently wrapping around your throat.

Despite his best efforts his fingers hadn't been enough preparation when compared to his cock. Gasping in pain you thrashed beneath him. He shushed you gently, fingers stroking your throat delicately as he speared you open. Little by little he rocked his hips into you, holding you down while you cried out in pain.

"So good, you're doing so good. The worst is over okay princess hold out for me."

You hardly knew what he meant by worst part when it felt like he was never going to bottom out. He brought his face down beside yours, huffing and groaning into your ear until finally he was flush with you, cock buried to the hilt. You were breathing hard, small whines and whimpers slipping past your lips at how he stretched you.

"Oh shit. You- you're fucking perfect."

"Too much, it's too much plea-" much to your frustration his mouth met your own again in order to cut off your protests. He pressed your head into the pillow to try and prevent you from pulling away from him again, hungrily following your escape attempts. The hand he had around your throat receded, only to snake its way between the two of you so he could continue teasing your sensitive clit.

His hips began to move again, assuming he had given you plenty of time to adjust based off the way your pussy clenched around him as if begging for more.

He starting off with the same tempo he had been doing for the majority of the night, so slow it was as if he was teasing you. But as the burning sensation in your poor cunt eased you realized he was doing it for your benefit. He wanted you to enjoy this, needed you to find pleasure and comfort in him. After all this was your first time with him, he wanted to make sure you weren't afraid when he came back for more.

As your whimpers subsided, replaced with hushed moans, only then did Toshinori begin to pick up the pace. Finally he released your mouth from his kiss, both of you gasping for air. He showered you with praise as he fucked into you, deep gravely voice never letting you forget just how much he cared for you.

For your part all you could do was submit to him, letting his deft finger and cock bring you back to the brink of orgasm. Your warm walls fluttered around him as he took you closer and closer, the resounding slap of flesh on flesh filling the room as he lost himself in his own pleasure. He was grounded only long enough to see you through, but as soon as you began to convulse around him, hips bucking and pretty mouth moaning obscenely, his mind blanked out.

He abandoned your clit, hand coming up to join the other and thread his fingers through your own. He hammered into you, painfully drawing out your orgasm as he chased his own climax. The juxtapose of him lovingly holding your hands to his feral thrusts was giving you mental whiplash.

"Yes, yes fuck. So good for me, don't ever leave me again. Shit - fuck I can't lose anyone else."

His thrusts were erratic, your whole body forced to move against his. You had assumed he would cum in you, just as Hizashi and Shouta had already done, but right before he finished he pulled out quickly. Pressing the head of his cock into your skin, hot thick surges of cum covered your stomach. The excess quickly began to drip down the side of your body, mingling with your sweat on the sheets below.

Coming down from his high, his hands were still intertwined with your own, skinny body heaving from exertion. For your part your heart rate had mostly settled after your second orgasm, leaving you effectively spent under him.

You had managed to keep your eyes closed while he had fucked you, only now opening them to find him observing you fondly. Releasing his hold on you he leaned over to his bedside table and grabbed a spare handkerchief, using it to wipe off his cooling cum.

Only when he deemed you properly spotless did he toss the cloth to the floor and flop down in the bed beside you. Drawing your weary body against him he folded around you, capturing you once more in his unrelenting grip.

"I know you haven't been here very long, but I can't help but love you so much it hurts. I'll be good to you if you're good to me okay?"

A meager "m-kay" was all you had it in you to respond with, but it was all the man wanted to hear. With a satisfied hum Toshinori pecked your forehead with one last kiss before you both succumbed to sleep.

#tw: noncon #yandere toshinori yagi #yandere all might #yandere x reader #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia

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