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dekuphilia · 3 years ago

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BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

Pairing: pro hero!Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warnings: nsft content, dubcon (reader consents after some pressure), afab reader, fingering (f. receiving), dom/sub, reader is indifferent about heroes, slight arguing (nothing major, no yelling, ect. Mostly reader and deku both being snarky), size kink, brat tamer deku, deku is kinda mean and feral lmao, praise, degradation, brat reader, cervix fucking

Request: Could I please request Adult Deku fucking you into submission while still semi wearing his hero suit? It's just such a turn-on, maybe he rescued you from a mission and you go to his office to "thank him" or "Show your appreciation" and he's okay with it. Like it's 100% consensual. Anything goes.

note: all characters are aged up to 21+

nsft under the cut

You approached the large building, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door, a small bell jingling as you entered. Without a word, you walked to the reception desk. You were so thankful that Deku had stopped that gang of villains from stealing from your bakery last week, that you decided to drop off a small basket filled with muffins, cookies, and other assorted baked goods. Small reminders of your thankfulness, though you were sure he wouldn’t remember you, surely saving so many people a day meant he couldn’t quite remember everyone, you thought to yourself.

As you neared the reception desk, a woman glanced up at you, taking a break from typing, “How can I help you?” her eyes shifted between you and the basket you were holding in your arms.

“I uh,” you glanced down at the basket, “I wanted to drop these off for Deku as a thank you,” you placed it on the counter, “As a thank you gift, would you mind giving it to him when you have a few minutes?”

The receptionist glanced down the hall, waiting for a moment before she turned back to you, “You can actually take it to him if you’d like,” she gave you a warm smile, “I’m a bit busy right now and I’m sure he’d appreciate the gesture! He always loves seeing his fans.” the woman gushed.

Fans. It’s not that you weren’t a fan of him, but the word sounded so artificial, Deku wasn’t a famous singer or an actor, he was a hero. Someone who risked their lives to save others. The word bounced around your mind as you replied.

“Are you sure?” you gave her an odd look, “I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“No, no, it’s okay!” she urged, “His office is the first door on the left, I’m sure the door is open.” she nods, “He hardly closes his door anyway.”

“If you’re sure.” you grab the basket from the counter, hooking your arm through the handle, “Well, thank you!”

As you make your way down the hallway, a wave of anxiety hits you, leaving you breathless as you finally near the hero’s office, peeking in to see Deku scribbling away on a file. The simple conversation was heavy on your mind as you stood for a moment. You hoped he wouldn’t see you as a fan, you were here to thank him, show your appreciation, not fawn over him.

“Excuse me.” you clear your throat, causing the hero to glance up at you, emerald eyes landing on the basket in your arms, “I’m sorry to bother you,” you trailed off.

“Ah, no! You’re okay,” he grinned a heroic smile, the same one you had seen on television a thousand times, the same one he’s flashed you before leaving your shop last week, “I remember you actually, You’re the girl from the bakery near the apartment complex.” His pen clattered against the wood of his desk, “I’ve been meaning to stop by again, but I’ve been quite busy, as you can imagine.” He let out a small laugh, a laugh that had a blush covering your cheeks, he was so charming, so kind, you weren’t surprised he was one of the top heroes.

“Oh, I’m sure you are!” You chimed, nearing his desk, “I really appreciate what you did for me,” you place the basket on his desk, the aroma of sweetness clouding the air, serotonin rushing through Izuku’s veins as you lean closer, your breasts spilling over the top of the tight shirt you were wearing, “As I said, I’m sorry for bothering you! I really just wanted to drop these off!”

He should’ve felt bad, really, objectifying you when he hadn’t even asked for your name. He didn't though, something in the hero’s brain must have shut off when he saw you.

Pink dusted freckled cheeks, You were just so cute, bringing him a little gift to remember you by, bashfully standing in his office in a cute skirt and a tight top. Deku loved meeting his admirers, he really did, But most of them were children, poking and prodigy at his hero suit with sticky fingers and runny noses, but you, you were different, a sweet little thing, offering him a gift in place of your gratitude. He really had meant to stop by your bakery again, hoping to savor a sweet treat, but his work was so demanding. He didn’t mind though, he knew what he was getting himself into so many years ago, he still longed for a bit of freedom though.

Glancing at the clock ticking on the wall, Deku blurted out a response, “You, uh, you can sit down for a few,” his hand ghosting the back of his neck, ruffling green curls, “If you’d like anyways, It gets a bit lonely back here.”

You were sure he was just saying that, He was so popular, so loved, that you were sure he hardly had the time to feel lonely. He had such a clean reputation, you couldn’t recall seeing any heinous articles about him, other than the tabloids that, of course, sold any story, even those that held blatant lies in their margins.

“I would love to, really,” you let out a sigh, breath escaping your nostrils in a huff, “but, I really should get going. Thank you for the offer though.” You linger for a moment, rocking on the balls of your feet, “I’m sure I’ll see you around though.”

An unfamiliar feeling bubbling in Izuku’s chest, a mixture of frustration and jealousy, something he wasn’t quite used to. As you turned on your heels to make an exit, he stood quickly, his chair scraping the linoleum floor in an ugly screech as he rushed to meet you, looming in the doorway to block you in, “Ah, actually–”

You were quick to cut him off mid-sentence, “What are you doing?” you gasped, cocking an eyebrow as you contemplated squeezing past him, though the thought was dismissed, there was no way you would be able to slip through.

Deku thought of his next move, thoughts clouded with your sweet aroma and kind gesture, the frustrated look on your face breaking something deep within him, he hadn’t seen such brashness in a civilian in so long. Most people would have been thrilled to be so close to him, to spend a few minutes chatting with him, but you seemed to want to get out of his office as fast as possible, yet you had still come here to thank him and offer something that you’d made by hand, something you had put love and care into. The least you could let him do was thank you in return, give him a few moments of your time, that was all he was asking for, really.

“You know, I’m not really a fan of your attitude.”

There was that word again, looming over your head like a cloud on a rainy day. You didn’t hate heroes, really, you were so thankful to have someone strong enough to risk their life for you, but you weren’t a fan of them. You admired them, respected them, not stooping as low as to idolize them as many others did. Your hatred for the simple word only seemed to grow stronger the more you heard it.

“Move,” you said firmly, eyebrows narrowed in frustration, showing him how serious you were.

“I don’t think I will.” he all but growled in response, moving quickly to push the door shut, trapping you inside with him.

You were being so obnoxious, pushing Izuku’s buttons, you were doing it on purpose, he thought. Nostrils flared as he narrowed his eyes at you, a look you had never seen before, a look that somehow suited him well. Even in your annoyance, you admired him, admired the way he raised his shoulders, subtly asserting his dominance over you. You recognized his stance though, one he would often use in battle to make himself seem authoritative, assertive even. You had to admit though, staring up at him, an ounce of fear coursed through you.

“Let me out.” you huffed, rolling your eyes at the hero, “I have things to do, you know.”

Deku nearly chuckled in response, a puff of air escaping his nose instead, “I’m sure you do.” he seethed, “But I was hoping to take a moment of your time,” he leaned down, face inches away from yours, hot breath fanning across your face, “If that’s not too much of an issue.”

Your voice betrayed you, dying in your throat as a strangled noise left your lips, you were astounded by his behavior, the golden hero showing a new side of himself, a side that piqued your interest.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as he leaned impossibly close, lips ghosting against yours, “Now, if you would be quiet,” he mumbled against you, “I’d like to thank you.”

You could feel your heart pulsing in your chest, threatening to escape your ribcage as his lips pressed against yours in a rushed kiss, lips molding against yours within seconds. Though you were taken aback by his actions, you reached out for him, dainty fingers fisting the top of his hero suit.

“Can’t believe you’d talk to me like that.” he broke the kiss to speak, his much larger hand engulfing yours, holding it in place, “Can’t believe you’d come into my office and act like that,” he scoffed, a smirk of confidence spreading across his face.

“Unlike some people,” you whispered, “I don’t idolize you.”

Your words sent Izuku into a frenzy, strong arms pressing your back against the door that was opened moments ago, the door that was never closed, always welcoming those who needed him in. Right now though, he needed you.

“Oh, you will.” He asserted, muscular hips pressing against your in desperation, “You will when I’m finished with you.”

You wondered how many other women had been in your spot, boxed in between Deku and a hard place. The feeling of jealousy bubbling in your chest, thinking about how many times he had done this, how many people he had probably slept with. There was no denying he was attractive, charming even.

Without another word, he ripped his gloves from his hands, discarding the white fabric behind himself, “Let's do this properly, yeah?” He commented, Bare hands gripping your waist, bunching up your shirt until he could feel your skin under his calloused fingers, “Oh would you prefer to do this the hard way?”

Deku watched you closely, examining the way your nose wrinkled, the way your eyebrows knit together as he stared down at you with a hungry gaze, similar to a predator about to devour its prey. He knew you were playing coy, your body reacting to his touch positively, you were just stubborn. He knew all about your type, the type who would never admit they were enjoying something, the type who stood their ground, even if they realized they were wrong. You reminded him of Katsuki in a way, so stubborn and bold. He couldn’t help but admire you.

“Think you can play nice for a bit?” he taunted, hands roaming down your body until they met the fat of your ass, Deku squeezed, enjoying how malleable you were under his hands, “Or am I going to have to fuck the brattiness out of you, huh?”

He shocked himself if he was honest. Izuku was nothing shy of an affectionate lover, one who always made sure his partner was comfortable, putting their pleasure above his own, but you were tempting him, you, the little minx in his office, had his patience running thin.

“Ah, no,” You finally spoke, “I don't want–”

Deku was quick to cut you off, “You don’t want me?” he scoffed, removing his hand from your ass to cup your sex beneath your skirt, your arousal coating the thin material, “You don’t want me,” he reiterated, shaking his head, “But your pussy is practically drooling on me.”

You knew he was right, you had been caught red-handed by the hero, and the smile on his face was proof that he had you figured out. You knew you couldn’t keep this act up much longer, your mind clouded with thoughts of him, the scent of baked goods no longer looming over you, all you could feel, all you could smell was him, the scent of pine overtaking you until you were drowning.

“I don’t know about you,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just dipped his finger past the thin material covering your core, “But I’m done playing games.” With narrowed eyes, his index finger landed on your clit, his thumb joining it to pinch the small nub until you let out a yelp.

“No more games!” You gasped, pleasure replacing pain as he removed his thumb, lazily rubbing you, “I’m sorry,” you nearly whined, leaning into his touch.

“That’s more like it, hm?” he said, false affection honeying his tone down, “S’fun to behave, isn’t it?”

Calloused fingers continued their torment, nearly bringing you to the edge within seconds. Deku was so skilled with his hands, he had learned to use them to his advantage years ago when he was training to be the hero he was today. He learned to take his time, and handle things delicately, with care.

All you could do was nod, completely dumbfounded by his actions, his words, him. He was consuming your mind, overtaking your every thought. You hated it, the way you seemed to idolize him at that moment. You promised yourself you would never stoop so low, yet here you were, A moaning mess under the hero’s touch.

“Deku, please, I–” You couldn’t even finish your thought, a surprised expression washing over your face as He pushed two thick fingers inside of you, his thumb landing on your clit to rub circles.

“You’re going to cum already?” he taunted, fingers curling in your gummy walls, “Greedy little thing, aren’tcha? Haven’t even touched me and you want to cum.” he shook his head, continuing his movements.

He was right, you **were greedy, vision already fading to white as he pushed you closer to an orgasm. The hero knew exactly what he was doing to you, even if you wouldn’t utter the words, the look plastered on your precious face was enough for him.

“S’okay baby,” he said nonchalantly, “You can let go,” False sympathy coated his tone, a faux pout covering his lips as he watched you, watched the way you squirmed, the way you could hardly catch your breath, “If you ask nicely.”

Within seconds, pleas were escaping your lips, his name a mantra against them, “Please, Deku!” you whined your dainty fist clutching to his shirt, “Oh my god, Please!”

You put on quite a show, he had to admit. You were really trying to impress him, looking up at him with doe eyes, a sheen of sweat covering your brow. How could he deny you?

“Yeah, yeah.” he muttered to himself, “C’mon, cum for me.”

As soon as he said the word, you let go, your arousal coating his hand as you let out a string of moans, his hero name sweetly peppered between them. You were angelic, really, a goddess sent from above.

Deku worked you through your orgasm, withdrawing his finger after a moment to taste you, licking your arousal from his digits as you adjusted your shirt, taking in a sharp breath. You could hardly look at him, shame clouding your thoughts. There was no way that just happened, no way that was how the top hero treated innocent civilians who walked into his office to thank him.

Once you composed yourself and collected your thoughts, you wordlessly reached for the doorknob, only for Deku to stop you, “Where do you think you’re going?” He chuckled, “We’re just getting started.”

With narrowed eyes, you glanced up at him, “As I said,” you sneered, “I have things to do today.”

“And as I said, I don’t care.”

You scoffed, pressing your hands into his chest, feeling the way his muscles flexed under your fingers, “Let me go.”

He laughed, “I’m not holding you against your will, sweetheart. That wouldn’t be very heroic of me, would it?” His gaze was trained on you, watching your face contort in frustration, “Door’s not even locked.” He turned the knob just enough to show you.

You all but scoffed, rolling your eyes as you watched him turn the small lock, “It is now.” you commented.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” emerald eyes held a sort of primal hunger as they gazed down at you, “Did you want me to leave it unlocked while I devour you?” he taunted.

You stuttered out a response, something close to a no as your confidence faded away. His

hands met your waist wordlessly, fingers flexing. You subconsciously melted into his touch, slowly becoming putty in his hands. You hated it, the emotional control he had over you, the way he loomed over you, making you feel small.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Deku responded in a cheery tone, using the voice he often used when greeting children, “C’mon,” he released your waist, taking your hand in his as you stared up at him, slowly guiding you towards his desk.

You trailed behind him, watching the way his shoulders flexed as he moved, the way the muscles of his back flexed beneath the fabric of his hero suit, the green material clinging to him. You were in awe, nearly drooling over him as a loud noise dragged you back to reality, pens and knick-knack clattering against the tile as Deku swiped his arm across his desk.

“What the hell,” you gasped, gawking at the mess on the floor.

“I figured it wouldn’t be very comfortable,” he cornered you against the desk, breath fanning across your face as he leaned down, “Pens poking into you while I fuck your brains out,” a laugh died in his chest, coming out as a puff through his nostrils, “Unless you’re into pain, that is.”

“I’m not.” your brows furrowed as you glared up at him, annoyed that he would make that assumption, no matter if he was right or not.

“Before we get started,” he tilted his head back, flashing you a smirk, pearly white teeth peeking out, “I’ll let you leave if you’d like, But I really think you’d enjoy yourself if you stayed for a bit longer.”

He knew you wouldn’t leave, your mind still clouded with pleasure, the pleasure he gave you. You had to admit, He made you feel really good, much better than you could have, his digits reaching spots you never imagined. With a defeated sigh, you muttered out a response, “No.”

“Hm?” He teased, you knew he heard you, the hero such inches away from you.

“I said no, I’ll stay.” you huffed.

“Good choice.” Deku leaned back for a moment, drawing down the zipper of his hero suit to reveal his toned chest, freckles coating his tan skin.

You drank in the sight, mentally connecting constellations across the span of his chest, your eyes drifting further down as he drew the zipper further down, his utility belt hitting the floor with a crash. Deku pushed down the bulk of his hero suit, the material bunching at his thighs as he leaned closer, forest curls tickling your cheek as he whispered in your ear.

“I hope you’re ready for me,” His words sent shivers down your spine, “Because I can’t wait any longer.”

Firm hands grabbed you by the waist, placing you on the cool wood of his desk. A small gasp left your lips as your ass pressed against the material, your skirt had already ridden up, the fabric bunching around your waist. Wordlessly, Deku’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, tugging the flimsy piece down with ease, only to discard it to the floor.

“S’gonna hurt for a second,” he murmured, tugging down his briefs, his cock slapping against his abdomen.

You weren’t a virgin by any means, but the sheer size of him made your heart jump in your chest. He was long, nearly 8 inches, and the girth only added to your anxiety. You would make it fit, you assured yourself, He would make it fit.

“Don’t worry.” Deku let out a breathy laugh, noticing the look in your eye, “S’not that bad.” he assured you, fisting his cock lazily before lining it up with your entrance, “I’ll go easy on you.”

Deku tapped the head against your clit, smearing pre-cum down your slit, though it wasn’t necessary, you were definitely wet enough, the remnants of your previous orgasm drooling out of you.

Forest eyes met your own, a kind look washing over them as he slowly pressed the tip in. A whine passed your lips as he stopped for a moment, eyes flicking down to watch the way your cunt clenched around him. After a moment, he met your gaze again, inching a bit more of himself inside of you, moving slowly until he bottomed out inside of you.

“Wasn’t so bad, hm?” He teased, giving a small thrust of his hips to test the waters, see if you could handle him.

A moan escaped your lips, your cunt clenching around him on instinct. You could feel him in your stomach, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix in the most heavenly way.

“Gotta stop squeezing me like that,” he let out a breath through his nose, eyes clamped shut.

You couldn’t help it, he had hardly moved, hips stilled as you adjusted to him, “Please,” you gasped, “Please move.” you nearly begged, yearning to feel him, all of him.

With a nod, Izuku snapped his hips, hands settling on your thighs to hold you in place. His gaze was trained on your pussy, watching his cock disappear inside of you over and over again, a ring of arousal coating the base of him.

“I still can’t believe you,” he snarled, eyes flicking up to meet yours, “Talking to me like that,” hips crashed against yours as he spoke, “Treating me like I’m a nobody,” a growl left his throat, “Disrespecting me as if I didn’t save your life.”

A snarky reply sat on the tip of your tongue, but you were overtaken by pleasure, your moans filling the space of his office as he continued, quickening his pace. A scowl covers his face as he glared down at you, tightening his grip on your thighs. You were sure there would be bruises by the time you were finished, reminders of his touch, reminders of how good he made you feel.

He released one of your legs, digits finding your clit with ease, his index finger circled the bundle of nerves, reducing you to a pathetic, moaning mess beneath the hero. You felt like you were on cloud nine, pleasure coursing through your veins as Deku railed into you at a quick pace, moving with ease as your arousal coated his cock. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, threatening to snap.

“Deku, I can’t, oh my god.” a string of whines left your lips, your hips bucking to meet his in an attempt to take him deeper as if that was even possible.

A growl left the hero’s throat, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead as curls stuck to his skin, “You wanna cum?” he taunted, tilting his head back as a smirk covered his lips, “Go ahead,” he licked his lips, gaze trained on your cunt, “I’m not gonna stop ya’, Cum f’me.” he sneered.

His hips collided with yours another time, sending you over the edge, the coil finally snapping as you let out a whimper, your arousal coating the hero’s thighs.

“Ah, look at that,” Deku let out a groan, “You’re fuckin’ perfect, aren’tcha? Squirtin’ on my cock like a good girl.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless as you came down from your high, but Deku wasn’t finished yet, still thrusting into your drooling hole as you tried your best to catch your breath. You noticed the way his rhythm faltered, movements growing sloppier as he chased his own high, his orgasm soo washing over him. With a final thrust, he rushed to withdraw his cock from your cunt, releasing his load on your thighs.

Deku hung his head for a moment, the sound of labored breathing filling the room as you both composed yourselves. You didn’t mind the silence, a peaceful moment before you had to leave.

“I uh,” emerald eyes met yours, the once feral look replaced with kindness, true emotion, “Hope I wasn’t too rough.” his gaze drifted to your thighs, fingerprints already forming against your skin.

“It’s okay.” you offered him a lazy smile, a blush covering your cheeks, “I’m sorry for being so hateful,” you whispered, “But I still don’t idolize you.” you teased playfully.

“I’ll change your mind, “ he chuckled, shaking his head, “eventually.”

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ohtobeleah · 2 years ago

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Disposable Heroes // Steve Harrington

Summary: After too many close calls with an untimely death, Steve begs you to stay out of the plan to save Hawkins. With too many lives on the line, it’s not a hard decision to make when weighing up the value of your own life in favour of hundreds if not thousands of others. One being Eddie Munsons.

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: Mild cannon level violence. Angst. Mentions of death.

Author Note: Unambiguous Love Masterlist is linked here. Thank you for all the unconditional love and support for this series. It has blown me away and I’m truly grateful my comeback series has done phenomenally well. My eyes hurt from writing this all day. So please, enjoy the alternative ending to Stranger Things.

“Do you think it’s better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all?” Robin whispered as Nancy watched your chest rise and fall. Steve a mess beside you, finally giving into exhaustion beside you. Draped over your blanket covered legs, drooling.

“He hasn’t lost, she’s still here—“ Nancy replied with a soft smile, still having hope in her heart for her former love, praying for a miracle that he’d have a happy ending in all of this. Taking a few gentle strides over to where a bag of fresh clothes sat on top of a forgotten chair, placing a note between a pair of jeans and a baggy top of Steve’s. “Y/n’s strong, the best of all of us, I don’t think she’d leave Steve here in a world without her—not when she’s fought so hard for this long.”

“Steve—!” Nancy shouted, pulling Steve back by his shoulder. The rage in his eyes as he turned to face her told her she’d crossed a line. “Let the medic’s do their job to give Y/n the best chance she has at beating this!” It made sense to Nancy, but to Steve. Letting go of your hand meant letting go of you—he couldn’t bring himself to let you go, not now, not ever. “She needs them more then she needs you right now okay, let them work.”

“I can’t let her go—“ the tears that ran down Steve’s face stung like acid. “Nance—“

“Tell me about her?” Nancy smiled softly, coaxing Steve away from the men in uniform that needed space to work, to save you. Looking back over his shoulder Steve sobbed, his bottom lip quivering as he sighed. Slowly but surely walking closer to where Nancy stood, both sinking down the wall watching you fade. “She’s really pretty you know.” Nancy spoke softly, like she was walking on eggshells, afraid to say something that would set Steve off. “I’ve never really had a conversation long enough with her to get to know her.” It was the excuse Steve needed to just gush about you, to anyone who would listen as he watched you dying. Your blood on his hands. “She’s braver than most of us combined, remember when she stood between Billy and his car?” Nancy always remembered that, how easily you put your life on the line for those kids, for her, for Jonathan.

“Y/n—Nance she’s—“ Steve sighed. “Y/n’s warm, and she’s kind and she’s caring and she’s selfless.” Steve couldn’t get the sight of you being torn apart by those bats out of his head. “And it’s real.” Steve let his tears fall freely as his eyes never left you. Speaking his feeling into the world in hopes that somehow it would make it a little harder for whatever was trying to pull you away from this world to take you. “And honestly, when I’m around her—“ Steve paused.

“Go on—“ Nancy tried to coax Steve to keep talking.

“When I’m around her, I—I completely forget who I am and the worst part about all of this is realising that everything you believe in is complete and utter bullshit—“

“What do you mean?” Nancy asked softly, watching you be carried away on a stretching fighting for your life.

“Uh, you know, destiny and soulmates, true love and all that—childhood fairy tail nonsense because if it were real? I wouldn’t be sitting here watching Y/n die an unimaginable death because she was stupid enough to follow me down into water gate and I was stupid enough to get her involved in any of this crap in the first place and I—“

“Oh my god.” Nancy cooed, interrupting Steve’s monologue, bumping into Steve’s side playfully. “You’re in love with her? Aren’t you? You’re in love with her Steve, you don’t just like Y/n or love her? No—this is way more than just puppy love.”

“Yeah, I am—“ Steve admitted softly. “And trust me, this is in no way disrespectful to you Nance but—“ Steve swallowed a lump in his throat. “I have never known anyone, who actually believed that I was enough, until I met her.” Steve sobbed a little louder, a rolodex of memories of your laugh and your smile and your unambiguous love for him played like an old film behind his eyes. Right from his soul. “And not only does she believe I’m enough, but she made me believe I’m enough, so uh—unfortunately, I need her and that means I can’t let her go, so if you’ll excuse me.” Steve stood with a groan and a loud sniffle. “I’m gonna catch a ride and make sure that when she wakes up and this is all over that she knows that I need her and that not only do I love her but that I’m in love with her.”

The gentle hum of bulky hospital machines working overtime to help keep you comfortable filled the deadly silent hospital room, Steve’s snores mixing harmoniously with the rhythm of the monitor that showed your steady heartbeat. Music to his ears, the rhythmic lub dub. You were alive, you are safe, you are here. Four unimaginable days of torture—but by your side Steve stayed. His fingers intertwined with yours like one of those baskets his mum used to make him pack for family picnics. What are they called again? Oh yeah, like woven cane. Your eyelids flickering like wild as your subconscious drew you into another memory, another dreamscape more perfect then the last. Gentle reminders that you, you were loved.

“Dead roses?” You smirked, gently reaching out to the droopy bouquet of flowers that had well and truly seen better days. No longer the freshest, most vibrant bunch in the store. They must have been discounted, on their last breath. Desperate to survive in a world they were grown in to die. “You are always so full of surprises Harrington—“ you chuckled softly as you looked up at Steve, his eye still swollen, lip still slightly split. It had been a few days since the Star Court mall incident and everyone was still trying to process what had happened, including you and Steve. Trying to navigate a world of unprecedented circumstances beyond your control.

“Consider them an apology for my behaviour lately—“ Steve cooed. “You don’t deserve that.” Steve tried to simplify it, the borderline post-traumatic stress disorder that everyone had been portraying since Star Court was making everyone feel irritated and that didn’t exclude you and Steve. Snapping at each other over the smallest of things.

“None of us deserve any of this.” You corrected Steve as you accepted the dying bunch of flowers, chuckling softly as you did because only Steve would see these as beautiful. Perhaps seeing the beauty in the things overlooked was a good thing. “But apology accepted.” Steve didn’t stop you as you leaned into him slowly, connecting your lips softly to his to share a moment you’d both been craving. The touch of one another. “I missed you Harrington.”

“I missed you more.” Steve mumbled into your mouth as he walked you backwards towards your bed. His hands trailing up your arms, leaving goosebumps where his fingertips danced. “Just wanna be with you.” Steve kissed you harder, with more lust than ever before. “Always.” Slightly tipping you back as you tossed the flowers to the wayside—your back colliding with your mattress as Steve followed you down, hovering above you as he worked to litter your neck with deep purple marks. “God, you do things to me—“

“Steve—“ you moaned, the pressure building between your thighs almost too much to bear. “Steve, please.” Steve didn’t have to ask, he already knew. But as he came back up to meet your gaze he just had to; he couldn’t bring himself to go further without having told you.

“I’m not here to get another notch in my belt.” It was the sincerity that oozed from Steve’s mouth that had your heart skipping a beat. “You mean the whole world to me, I don’t wanna ruin this by rushing this—tell me to stop and I will.” Steve slowly but surely started to trail his hand down your side, fingertips pushing past the fabric of your skirt before finding the softness of your thigh. “Y/n—“ Steve’s fingers danced at the edge of the elastic that was your underwear. “Say it or I swear I won’t be able to stop myself if—“ you cut Steve off with a kiss so powerful it had him seeing stars, had him seeing into his future. Six kids and a gorgeous wife, you to be point blank. His hand twisted with the fabric until he was in heaven—his fingers slowly working their way around you, one slipping in with ease as your slick folds worked to guide him towards Nirvana.

“Fuck—“ you moaned, arching your back as Steve coaxed you, his fingers curling up against your velvet walls, anything, Steve swore in that moment he’d do anything to have you sound like that just for time. A symphony all for him. “Steve don’t stop.” you begged, pulling him down closer to you with one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other working to slip his belt off. Working fast to find your way past Steve’s fly to his briefs.

“Don’t you dare—“ Steve hissed as your hand slipped past the thin layer of fabric that clothed his cock. “Fuck—“ your hand working to pump his shaft that felt so thick and obnoxiously hard in your hand. Throbbing for you. “Fuck, Y/n I can’t—“ Steve’s voice hitched in his throat. His eyes rolling into the back of his head at the feeling of your touch. “Don’t have any—“

“I do—“ you whispered, “I do—“ you repeated desperately, absolutely no secret about how much you desired Steve Harrington. “Top draw, over near the cupboard.” Steve had never moved so fast in his life. Pulling his jeans down his legs as he made his way across your room. A gentle beeping noise growing louder and louder inside your head. “Do you hear that?” You questioned as Steve made his way back to you with the protection you needed. “That beeping?”

“What beeping?” Steve asked softly as he pushed you down on your back, hovering over you between your legs. “You, okay?” You hesitated for a second, trying not to focus on the beeping—what was that? Where was it coming from? Turning to look out your window to see if you would see anything before you nodded in response to Steve, biting your biting lip as you turned back to him, only to see his mouth bleeding and his now shirtless torso bitten and torn apart. Screaming as you jumped underneath him. Pushing Steve away. “What happened to you!?” You panicked, taking in the sight of a broken and beaten Steve.

“Don’t you remember?” Steve’s asked as he fell to the ground on his knees, blood gushing from his torso, his mouth. “You couldn’t save me.” Falling flat on his stomach at your feet before you gasped awake, lying in a hospital bed. Panic having set your monitor off to a new level. Fast unsteady beeping altered a sleeping Steve to your consciousness.

“Y/n? Hey, it’s alright, I’m here, you’re safe.” Steve cooed, cupping your cheeks to help you calm down. “You’re okay, you’re okay—“

“I was just— but we—“ you tried to explain it, but you soon realised you had been dreaming. “You’re, okay?” You sighed a heavy breath as you settled back into your pillow. “Steve—“

“Am I okay? What do you mean am I okay you saved my life Y/n, it’s us that should be asking you if you’re okay?” At the mention of ‘us’ you turned to see Robin and Nancy over near the door. Both smiling and waving at you, happy to see you awake. “I thought I’d lost you for a while there.”

“I don’t remember anything—“ you explained. “Well, I’m sure I will, but at the moment I’ve got nothing.” Steve took a deep inhale in as he moved his chair as close to your bed side as he possibly could. Holding your hand in between his. He looked so tired, so helpless.

“I wish I could be mad at you for following me inside water gate, but I know I would have done the exact same for you—“ Steve began to explain. “But I’m not, I almost lost you and I can’t escape that feeling.” Steve’s head slumped against your thigh, trying to hide his tears.

“I’m here—“ you cooed. “Steve?” You tried to get his attention. “I’m okay, you—“

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.” Steve sat up, his shoulders slouched in defeat because almost loosing you was not the way he wanted to tell you, even if he already knew you knew. “And for the record, I didn’t fall in love with you because I was lost or lonely like you thought I was.” Steve explained. “I wasn’t broken or needed to be fixed.” Steve remembered all the nights you’d spent together, all the laughter, all the times you’d looked at him like he hung every last star in the sky just for you when you thought he wasn’t looking. Steve remembered all the times you’d come to see him at work, how you’d linger and make any excuse under the sun to stay.

As Steve looked at you, battered and broken and bruised, he saw his future, the only woman he could see himself spending the rest of his life with. This wasn’t puppy love; he was head over heels in love with you. A powerful, independent, loyal, loving women who deserved to know how much she was loved and would be loved for the rest of her life.

“I fell in love with you because, after getting to know you, and who you are—I wanted to make you a permanent part of my world.” Steve admitted. He looked so sad trying to hold himself together. His hands shaking as he clung to you for what felt like dear life. “The places, the scenery they’re all gonna change but I thought that whether it was five minutes or fifty years, I would have just been happy to have you in it—“

“God Steve I—“ you held back your own tears, never having felt so overwhelmed by love. “I love—“

“But then I really did almost lose you and I felt like every time you died in the ambulance or when that piece of shit nightmare on Elm Street, upside down monster tried to take you away from me that I couldn’t live without you and I died too.” Steve sobbed, his lips coming to kiss your hand. “A piece of me died every-time you did and fuck I can’t do that again.” You couldn’t help but smile, trying your best to sit up a little more.

“Steve?” You beamed; his eyes trained on you. So tired and drained. “When we first met, I had no idea you’d become this important to me, and now?” You chuckled softly. “I can’t even begin to imagine what my life would be like without you, because you mean that much to me.” You held your hand out to touch the stubble that had grown on Steve’s cheek. “And I think I have a better word to use then I love you—“ you cooed. Steve’s eyes swirling with curiosity as he leaned into your touch, just happy you were here with him, alive, breathing.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Steve smirked. He hadn’t felt this alive in days, suddenly having an overwhelming stomach-ache as he couldn’t really remember the last time he ate. A half-eaten hospital hello cup sitting forgotten on your bedside table where a small bunch of decaying roses sat in a vase of water.

“I need you.” You whispered; a lump caught in your throat as you tested up. “I never thought I’d fall for someone as great as you Harrington— neither did I think you would make me a better person for loving you too.” Steve almost jumped into the bed with you, trying to get as close to you as he possibly could as he leaned in a little more. “Every damn day with you is a new adventure, every night just makes me miss seeing you that day, but during everything we’ve been through, we’ve pushed through, and we’ve grown stronger together because of it, you, Steve Harrington, complete me—and I would happily live fifty years by your side.”

“Hey so this is really great and all and I’m so unbelievably happy for the two of you—“ Robin quietly stepped forward as she spoke. “But uh—Steve, if you’re coming, we need to go and we need to go now before it’s too late.” Nancy nodded as if to back Robin up. “Venca’s coming and we don’t have much time—“

“What’s going on?” You questioned as Steve stood over you, pressing his lips to your forehead then to your lips. Your heart began to race just a little faster, your head swirling with too many emotions. “Steve—?”

“Max has a plan to draw Vecna out so we can light him up, I need you to stay here though so I know you’re safe—“

“What about you? What if you don’t make it back? Then what?” Steve could see the tears threatening to spill. “Don’t go, you’ve already done so much.”

“I gotta keep these kids safe Y/n—“ Steve explained, always the babysitter.

“But who will keep you safe?” You questioned. “This isn’t some game you—“

“We’ll all keep each other safe, Y/n, I promise—we won’t let anything happen because this plan is 100% fail proof. Nothing could go wrong even if we wanted it to.” Robin chimed in.

“You’re just saying that because you know I’m either going to try and stop you or I’m coming with—“

“Oh, there no way in hell you are going anywhere, from the bottom of my heart Y/n so help me god if you love an inch from this bed, I’ll—“

“You’ll do what Harrington?” You hissed. “What will you do—“

“I’ll lose my god damn mind.” Steve admitted. “I’ve already almost lost you too many times already and I can’t risk losing you again, please for the love of God just stay here where it’s safe so when I come back—I can’t be with you, because you know what? I think I deserve some fucking happiness in this fucked up shit show of a world.” Steve was angry, but not at you for wanting to go too, at the world, for baiting him into thinking he’d get a happy ending without consequence—without having to work tirelessly for it. This was his last effort to have it. “Please, Y/n—I love you, and I need you to stay here so I can ask you to be mine when I get back.”

“Why not ask me before you go?” You whispered through tears, your bottom lip quivering.

“Leaves something to be desired, doesn’t it?” Steve tilted your chin up towards him as he kissed you deep. The taste of your tears on his tongue. “I love you—“ like a drug Steve because hooked on saying I love you and you became instantly as addicted to hearing him say it.

“You’ll need to sedate me Harrington before you walk out of this door, because I’m gonna try follow you and that’s not good for either of us.” You explained. “Call the damn nurse.”

“Should we leave a Radio here?” Nancy gestured to the radio sitting on the pile of stuff Steve had accumulated over the last few days. Nodding softly, Steve passed it to you.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.“ Steve cooed, smirking softly as he watched you place the radio on your bed side table. Twisting with a slight groan, his heart sinking into his stomach. “also, here you need to put these on, absolutely no questions asked, absolutely no arguing.” Steve sassed, handing you a pair of headphones with a walkman, the same as Max had had. “just play the damn song.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” You replied, taking the walkman as you settled back into your bed. “See you soon Harrington—“ you held back tears; the idea Steve might not make it back at the forefront of your kind—but you had hope. So much hope.

***~***~***~***~***~***~

The sound of Open your Heart by Kate Bush played softly in your ears as your slept soundly. Head heavy against the hospital provided pillow. Fresh bandages had only just an hour ago been applied after having your wounds cleaned, stiches checked, and antibiotics given. You felt like it was unnecessary to have the protection of music, however, everyone else agreed it was a necessary precaution that needed to be taken in order to keep you safe. You’d been compromised, your mind intruded, your body beaten and bruised. If there was anyone Vecna would see as an easy target, it was going to be you. Max, although younger—was stronger, mentally, physically. She just had a slight upper hand. You did what everyone wanted you to do, listened on repeat into all hours of the night. The same lyrics, the same person, the same tune and chorus. The same everything—it wasn’t going to take long for you to get sick of this damn song.

“You know it’s silly but I’ve actually, well I’ve always had this dream that id have this really, really big family.” It was Steve’s gentle husky voice coming through the radio that had you waking, he pushed through the noise of Kate Bush, cutting through the chorus like a hot knife to butter. Easily mantling your heart. pulling the headphones down around your neck as you could listen in. Dustin had turned his radio on ass Steve spoke. Knowing you’d hear, wanting you to hear. “I’m talking like uh, a full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids.” You couldn’t help but to huckle. Five or six kids huh? Interesting.

“Six?” you heard Nancy squeal and Steve explain.

“Yeah, six little nuggets, three girls, three boys. And then every summer I figured all us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and just see the country, you know the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, maybe even Yellowstone—end up in some beachside town in California.” You caught yourself imagining a life with Steve and his brood, three boys and three girls, a mix or you and him, smiling to yourself in your empty hospital room. “Spend a week parked in the sand, learn how to surf or something.”

“That sounds nice—” Nancy replied softly. “Expect for the six-kid part, man I feel sorry for whoever ends up marrying you Harrington.” She chuckled. “But I have a feeling I know the only person who’d want to have six of your spawn.” Nancy teased. “That sounds like a total nightmare, but Y/n she’d bring the calmness that entire situation would need.”

“If only I had some practice.” Steve gestured to the motorhome full of kids as you chuckled to yourself, listening through the radio Dustin was holding near Steve. “You know I’ve thought about it, just skipping the whole uh, girlfriend part and jumping straight for the shiny ring and big romantic gesture—ask her to marry me.” Dustin froze, not sure if he should have kept his radio on any longer. Your heart skipped what felt like six beats in your chest as your entire body felt like it had been lit on fire. “I just, can’t live without her you know—”

“I think we’ve all seen that you can’t over the past few weeks.” Nancy agreed. “But don’t rush things, she’s a gem Steve, don’t waste a single moment, but smell the roses along the way.”

The radio cut off a second after Nancy had finished speaking, silence filling your room, the monition beeping of your heart rate monitor the only thing cutting through the immense silence.

“I have to get outta here.” You groaned to yourself, Sitting up with a gasp. “Dammit.” You groaned as you stood slowly. Holding your stomach as you ripped the wires from your arm. Waddling over to the pile of clothes that had been forgotten on a chair in the corner of the room, a note falling to the ground as you picked the pile up. Curiosity getting the better of you as you bent down to read it. It was Nancy’s handwriting. A simple note that made you smile. Gave you strength.

For when you wanna kick some more arse. -- Nancy xx

***~***~***~***~***~***~

Eddie’s trailer was further away then you initially thought. However, with the help of an older gentleman who had been parking his car in the underground carpark at the hospital– it didn't end up being as far of a walk as you had anticipated it to be. you were thankful for that, because the drop from our second story window from your hospital room off the makeshift ladder you had made with the sheets from your bed wasn't as kind.

Gravel flung up against the car doors as you came to a screeching halt just outside Eddie’s trailer, hobblingly as you tried to race up the three stairs that led you to the front door. You could hear Dustin screaming from the inside, barging through the door in a panic.

“What's wrong! Dustin, what’s wrong!” you asked, panic lacing your voice as you hobbled towards him. Shock and utter confusion plaguing his face as he turned to see you, tears in his eyes as snot began to run from his nose. Collecting himself momentarily, Dustin explained.

“Eddie pulled the rope down! I can't get back, he’s gonna get hurt Y/n please you have to help me!” kneeling in front of Dustin to match his height, a gentle hand rubbing his forearm to try to calm him just the slightest bit.

“What were you doing!” you cooed, looking around Eddie’s trailer for anything that could help.

“We were the distraction, he was playing his guitar to distract the Demobats, but we got caught and he left me up here before he turned around!”

“Okay, okay, Does Eddie have another guitar?” you asked, concocting a plan quickly in your head.

“Yeah, he should, in his room? Why?” you did your best to stand without a groan, not wanting to lead Dustin onto the fact you were in agony. Your entropy body throbbed, making it hard to rush down the hall to where you thought Eddie’s room might be. “What are you doing!” Dustin shouted from behind you, watching as you grabbed one of Eddies’ older less looked after electric guitars. Turning back to Dustin with a smirk.

“We’re gonna go get Eddie.”

“Steve is gonna kill me–” Dustin mumbled as you raced past him, blood starting to drip through your shirt. “And you’re bleeding, great!” Dustin sighed as he followed you up onto a chair you had dragged under the gate that was open on Eddie’s roof. Helping to hoist him up with a groan of agony.

“Yeah well, you win some you lose some Henderson.” shoving him up into the upside down. “And I might just lose this one.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

Eddie Munson was ready to accept his fate. Perhaps this was his destiny? His moment to shine and his moment to repent for all the things he’d done in his life they maybe weren't so great. A giant swarm of demobats came right for him, coming face to face with death as he held his bat high and a bin lid shield for protection. His uncle wouldn't believe his death, Dustin would find a way to forgive him.

“AHHHHHH—” Eddie bellowed as the bats raced towards him, smacking against his bin lid shield like he wasn't standing there at all. A guitar ref blasting from the speakers atop his upside-down trailer that he recognised with only a few chords. “What the hell?” he panted, turning over his shoulder to see where the bats were heading, who they were heading for. “Oh, there's no way.” Eddie laughed. Cheering as you stood tall atop his trailer, blasting what Eddie could only describe as the best choice of comeback songs to play after being within an inch of your life previously. “Kick ass Y/L/N! Kick ass!” Eddie bellowed as he ran towards his trailer. The bats ahead of him by what felt like miles.

Disposable Heroes by Metallica. Why hadn't Eddie thought of that himself, he felt one, a disposable hero. The way you played the guitar riff was utterly perfect, distracting the bats enough so that Eddie could once again make it to safety. Meeting Dustin at the front of his trailer as bats loomed close, circling above you as you played.

“What is she doing here! Harringtons gonna blow a head gasket if we don’t get her back to Hawkins!” Eddie shouted over the music at Dustin.

“I'm not gonna be the one to tell him!” Dustin shouted back at Eddie as you jumped down from the roof, scaring them both half to death.

“JESUS H CHRIST!” Eddie hissed as you pulled them both inside. “You are seriously one crazy chick Y/L/N, and I thought Wheeler and her collection of guns were bad but this, this is the cherry on top of a very crazy cake.” Eddie shouted from behind you as you helped Dustin up into the gate, using the sheet tied rope Eddie had pulled down previously to do so. Eddie didn't take long to take over as he saw your strength fading, shoving the youngster up into Hawkins. “I don’t like the idea of Harrington coming after me because his crazy girlfriend decided her life was less valuable than mine so could you hurry it up Henderson? These bats are gonna chew through the walls any second now!” Eddie hissed. Turning to you as if to say your next.

“Uh, uh—first of all, not Steve’s girlfriend.” Yet you thought. Steve hadn’t asked you yet. “Second of all, you first Munson, I didn’t climb out of a hospital window, steal a car from and old man, and sacrifice my life once again just for you to say you first!” you rambled as you held your ground, Eddie just stood staring at you with wide eyes. His hair a mess as he tried to take in what you were saying. “Get. Up. The. Rope!” You hissed through gritted teeth, fed up and exhausted. Stepping closer to Eddie as you looked up at Dustin, still teary eyed. “See that kid Munson? He mourned you, he thought you were dead when I got here, so get up that god damn rope before I decide that you maybe weren’t worth saving after all.” It hurt to hear, but Eddie needed the push, the tough love from someone he knew didn’t judge him or hate him. You were in his mind, a genuinely nice person with a good heart full of kindness and your ability to cut through all the bullshit had him climbing that rope faster than you could say hurry. You had always been a kind soul.

“She’s a hard task master Henderson why did we invite her?” Eddie puffed as he climbed back into Hawkins, falling onto his back onto the mattress with a thud. Looking up at you inside the upside down.

“Y/n saved you, she could have died saving you, she saved Steve and you watched her almost die then too.” Dustin explained in your defence. “You left me Eddie, that was selfish and Y/n? she came back she—” a thud interrupted Dustin’s monologue both Eddie and Dustin look up to see you collapsed in a heap at the base of the rope, a soft moan escaping your lips as you held your stomach, your knees to your chest.

“Y/n!” they both screamed, Eddie jumping to his feet as Dustin grabbed his radio.

“Steve, Steve do you copy! Its Dustin, over!” Dustin shouted through his radio. “Answer me god dammit—” he sighed to himself, watching Eddie climb back up into the upside down to rescue you. A selfless act, not a thought other then he’d rather die by demobats trying to save you then by the hands of Steve Harrington for not trying hard enough.

“Now isn’t the time Henderson!” Steve hissed through his radio quietly. Stepping over moving vines. Tip toeing through the Creel house.

“It’s Y/n! she’s here and she just saved Eddie, it was really cool by the way—” Dustin trailed off for a moment. “But she’s here and she’s hurt, and I don’t know what happened, but she’s collapsed near Eddies trailer gate!” Dustin rambled. Steve didn’t think as he dropped the radio, turning to Nancy and Robin.

“I have to go—” racing around vines as Steve ran, ran so fast his heart hurt, so fast he could hear his heart beating in his head.

“Steve—” Dustin shouted through the radio.

“He’s on his way!” Robin replied, turning off the radio as they continued their journey into the creel house, sticking to the plan. Nancy could only smirk to herself, knowing you were too crazy to stay away from a good fight. Her admiration for you growing tenfold.

“Okay, Okay! Eddie’s Steve’s coming, let’s get her outta there alright!” Dustin shouted up into the upside down.

“Yeah, easy for you to say kid!” Eddie shouted back up. “Hey Y/n, c’mon man don’t do this to me—”

“Can you tell Steve I’m sorry, for everything?” you mumbled, looking at Eddie with gazed eyes. “He told me to stay—”

“You can tell him yourself Y/L/N, Eddie replied, panic creeping up on him as he stated to think you might not make it out of this one. “You hear me? You can tell him your—” Eddie couldn’t believe his eyes as he removed his hand from your stomach, covered in blood. Pushing your shirt up to reveal soaked bandages, bloodied to the point of no return. “Oh fuck—”

“Eddie!!!” Steve shouted from the roof, climbing down as he fought of bat after bat! “It’s me!”

“Down here!” hurry man she’s not doing too good!” Eddie shouted as Steve dropped into the trailer, racing to your side as he dropped to his knees. Pushing your hair from your face as he led you in his lap. All Eddie could do was watch on, his own heart breaking, you had saved his life selflessly, paying the price with your own in return. A disposable hero.

“What are you doing to me Y/n?” Steve cooed. “Hey? What are you doing here?”

“You said—” you coughed up blood as you tried to explain, it was so hard to breath. “You said you wanted too—“ you were trying to say you’d heard Steve in the motor home, you wanted to help but got distracted when. “Dustin, needed help.” Shaking his head, Steve held you tight. “Eddie—he’s okay, he’s safe now.”

“I cannot do this, I won’t do this, I’m—”

“I love you, so much, Steve—” you smiled softly, your eyes heavy as your head became limp in his arms. Your vision tunnelling. “It looks like we’ll have to settle for five minutes.” You felt Steve’s tears hitting your face as you forgot how to breathe. “Keep your heart open.”

“No! No Y/n no! you stay with me! You fucking stay with me!! Y/n!” Eddie could speak, all he could do was watch, feeling your blood on his hands. “Baby please stays!” Steve shouted in utter heart ache. “Please—”

“Steve look at me.” Eddie chocked out, his hands coming to Steve’s shoulders even though Steve never took his eyes off you. “When you come out of this storm man, you won’t be that same person that went into it. That’s what the storm in all about, when—when you can’t control what’s happening to you, you control how you respond to it.” Eddie smirked. “That’s where your power is man, so let’s just get her outta here man, we gotta work fast—” Eddie tried to speak sense into the situations. “let’s get her outta here and to the hospital. But we have to do it now and do it fast, the longer we stay here doing nothing the less chance she has, don’t give up on her.” Steve nodded in response as Eddie helped him lift you.

“You aren’t taking her you hear me” Steve mumbled to whatever god would hear him. “You aren’t taking her from me.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

Neon lights drew you into a new reality. The second lever of the star court mall. Looking down into the hand, a bunch of wilted roses, slowly dying the longer you held them. An elegant wedding dress dawned your body, confusions plastered across your face. Why where you here?

“So—” a familiar voice spoke softly, coaxing your attention his way as he leaned over the railing, looking down at the bottom level. “It seems as though whenever I appear as Steve Harrington, you never want to say, so I thought I’d give another skin ago.”

“Billy?” you questioned. You had never really had a good friendship with Billy Hargrove, more acquaintances as best. “What are you doing here I—” knowing Billy was dead after an untimely demise you stopped yourself. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

“No, well—not yet anyway.” Billy replied as you walked closer to where he stood, still looking over the railing. “But I came for you, twice already, and both times you chose to stay, so perhaps a third might be the one where you decide to come with me.”

“Why would I go with you? What the hell is going on?” you hissed, starting to panic before who you thought was Billy morphed before your eyes into Steve. Beautiful, loving Steve.

“You’re too afraid to leave me behind, so you keep fighting to stay, for me.” Stepping closer to you as you stepped back, watching as Steve morphed into Nancy. “Here” Nancy looked around, gesturing to the mall you were in. “this is your own personal heaven, your most cherished memories live here. Why wouldn’t you want to spend the rest of your days, an eternal life after death, here, with them.” Nancy morphed back into Billy; it was truly the most terrifying thing you had ever seen. He reached for your wrist, slicing it with something sharp you didn’t quite see, blood dripping from your wrist before it mended within seconds. “Here you can’t feel pain, here you can’t be hurt.”

“But I’m not ready to die, I’m—”

“You have a choice Y/n, and I’m only here to guide you with whatever you decide. This is your cross-roads.” Billy explained. “If you stay here, whatever you desire, whatever your wildest dreams are, whatever your greatest wishes are, you can have them.” You thought for a second that maybe that didn’t seem so bad. “But if you go, your vessel is broken, its bruised and you will live in pain for what I can only imagine will be months. Agony, from choices you made.”

“But Steve—” you sighed, the ground lever of the Star Court mall now your hospital room. You could see yourself lying with tubes down your throat surrendered by monitors and machines. That familiar beeping, and Steve, sleeping right beside you, his hand in yours. “I just wanna be with Steve—” as you looked down at yourself, whatever was projecting itself as Billy morphed into Steve once again.

“You can have me, I’m right here.” Steve cooed, stepping closer to where you stood. “I came to you in your Waldenbooks dream, and in your bedroom, both times you pushed me away out of fear, panic. But this time? You can stay and we can be together, forever.” It seemed too good to be true. Contemplating the feeling of a forever internal love. You signed.

“But you aren’t Steve, I want the Steve beside my bed, because that’s the Steve who loves me the most, not an angelic version, I just want the human, imperfect Steve.”

“I can be whatever version of Steve you need me to be if you decide to stay.” The angel spoke as he watched you watching yourself down below. The way Steve slept next to you broke your heart.

“Please take me back—” you whispered softly. “I need to go back.” You sobbed. It was only with a gentle push against your forehead did your eyes widen, taking in the florescent lighting of your hospital room. Gagging on tubes shoved into your throat before you calmed down. Coughing as the nurses worked to gently remove them. Watching as you calmed down. Turning to Steve as he looked at your stunned, with so much love in your heart that it hurt.

“Am I still dreaming or is that you Harrington?” you cooed, reaching out for Steve as he came closer, your fingertips tracing his stubble. Steve held back tears as he gently chuckled, of cause that would be the first thing you’d say after four days. Just thankful to have you back.

“Yeah, it’s me Y/n, don’t cream your pants.”

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thithesandofferings · 2 years ago

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:::Virgin Killers:::

::CHARACTERS:: Cloud. Sephiroth. Reno. Angeal.

::T.W:: 18+ MDNI. GN! reader Slight coercion (cause they know wtf they doing). Corruption kink. Morally ambiguous lol. little mention of Zack. Daddy kink mention- because its angeal and i-

::AN:: This was on the rise for a minute. I just kinda wanted our heroes to be a little...less so. I had a good time.

:::Cloud:::

Unsuspecting in his endeavors. No one thinks Cloud is "that kind of guy." Likes to use his "brokeness" as an excuse to get into pants of the people that can "save him". Doesn't convince you otherwise. Always gets them a little too drunk, pretends to be a little too vulnerable- pressing out the same spiel of his familial death and his inability to grasp emotions. With a tear or two, he has you hooked too. Bringing you on his lap so he can press kisses into your neck, making sure his tears drag against heated skin for added effect. When the whimpers and sighs get to much, he'll make sure to look at you forlornly. Bright blue eyes with unshed tears asking if you can take the pain away- just for a little while. And who are you to say no to someone whos been through it all. So it doesn't really occur to you, three fingers deep and shuddering into his blonde hair- that maybe he does this to everyone. That he doesn't call you by name when he has you by the waist and he's fucking his hips into you, digging into that spot that makes you start to cry in pleasure. Or even when he whispers "thank you" when he kisses down your spine as he fucks you into the bed, that maybe those words may not mean anything. If it does…well he's not letting you know for awhile. "Come on just one finger, you can take it right? Feel good for me too please?". He thinks that maybe Zack will like this one. He always liked Clouds sloppy seconds.

:::Genesis:::

You think you're funny- you know exactly who he is and what he does. Takes pretty little things like you and politely ruins their lives. But you're playing a game, dancing around and teasing him just so his teeth can ache for a sweet thing like you. One of his little groupies. Initiations and all that. He knows that his little faithful group has to go through a "process", where they have to be in contact with him, even for five seconds to be able to join his loyal fan club. And oh, cute thing you are, you're determined to not just have a 30 second conversation gushing about how much you love "Loveless". And god does the bratty ones always make his hands itch. You've blackmailed him, saying you know what you do with some of the new recruits. And you want that. You want everything. And now aren't you just a greedy thing? Genesis can only grin and huff out a laughter because now that cocky smirk of yours is gone. He's fucked it out of you properly he thinks. Pulling your hips back because- awww are you running? Its too big now? You cant take it? He's just being kind and giving you what you asked for. He was even nice enough to fuck your throat first. Doesn't matter if he's rocking his hips into you a little harder than necessary, or that he's holding your neck down so you don't move and you takes what he gives you. It has him hissing because- shit he loves how tight virgin holes are. Untouched and he just wants to mold his cock around that bratty fuckhole.

:::Sephiroth:::

He wants to feel dirty for using his fame. He does. But it seems to fade away when he slides his cock into another conquest. The chase is always so much fun. How absolute intimidated they look- especially when he gets really close. You're no better, the thought of having The Sephiroth wrecking your insides has you clenching your thighs. And oh was the chase fun. He likes little coy and shy ones- well at least you're acting that way. He can smell how much you want him. Blatantly lying to his face about not liking him and even trying to push him away. But he'll tire of the game, just as he always does, laying ownership over you-if only just for a few hours. First orgasms are always so sweet and he's so addicted. But he likes the fourth, the exhaustion and the bewildered look on you face when you don't think you can come anymore. And now that just wont do. You wanted to play and so you'll play. Doesn't matter if he hasn't fucked you yet, the way you shakily ride his fingers and tongue is enough to get even him to come. Your hips stuttering, not sure where to go or even to place your hands, that's ok he'll help you. Guide you and tell you how good you're doing. He's not giving you his cock, no matter how much you beg. He wants another chance at that pretty hole of yours later. Wants you addicted to him. Plus- he's not trying to break his new toy again.

:::Reno:::

The "I-i've never done this before" Never fails to get his cock immediately hard and rearing to go. There's a threadbare layer of restraint he has when you look up at him all doe-eyed and biting lips as you explain no person has ever touched you. Has to laugh away the hunger when you ask if he can do it. Of course he'll do it. He can deal with the consequences later. But he loves to see your face fall when he says a simple "hm. nope" Making sure to pop the "p". And now your indignant and embarrassed and ah- he really cant hold back anymore. Thinks you're so cute when you shyly cover your face and whine when he slowly fucks into you. He likes to intentionally go too slow so that little things like you can beg him to go faster. The power rush he feels when he does and makes you choke on your plea and seeing your expression change makes him go absolutely feral. Rutting into you, holding your hands above your head so he can see your face, so you cant run from him. He loves the lewd noises your unused hole makes when it feels good. "Come on now, listen, your holes talking to me, saying it feels good- shhh you gotta be quiet so I can hear more" He likes that he can get away with incredibly nasty things that he wouldn't normally get away with. He just likes the uncertainty that crosses your features- because are you supposed to do this? He'll make sure to slide his hips a certain direction so he can hit the spongey spot that makes you see stars and has you forgetting whatever you were even thinking.

:::Angeal:::

His moral ground stands high. He is the one that is the most unsuspecting. Everyone thinks he's a virgin himself. He neither encourages it or denies it. But even he is weak to wiles of the inexperienced. Giving it up to reason as to "save you". That if anyone is going to teach you, well he'd be the best person. And maybe he's thought the same thing to hundreds similar to you, but for right now- lets not talk about them. You're special, he wants to take care of you. Wants you to feel comfortable and ease you into it. Asks if you're ok at least 82 times, as if he cant tell by your expression when he works a finger open. Kisses down your body when you whine at the twinge of pain. Its really to hide his own facial expression of glee at achieving another conquest. Cockwarms you to get used to feeling the shape of his cock, knowing that he's a little bigger than most- the satisfaction that no one will fill you like he does has him thrusting a little inside of you. Your pinched expression and huffing breath has him twitching and leaking. He's shameless enough to look at you when you feel him. Knows he's not embarrassed at all. Praising you with enough words that it forces you to move a little. He's patient, he knows it hurts- even if thats the part that gets him off. Makes him harder when you grab his shoulders and say how much you need him. Need him to help you move. He goes blank then and when he suddenly blinks- he has you in a mating press and you've come twice already. You're absolutely leaking with it now and you're begging him to come. Of course he'll give you his come. Makes sure to always come inside, even when you're hiccupping and wiggling away- "shhh its ok. Let daddy make you feel good- i'll take care of you."

Keke~

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The Replacement Cass

Jyn has a new boyfriend which would be fine... if not for his name.

“Alright,” Jyn says to him as she emerges from her room, pulling his attention from his laptop. She’s wearing dark jeans, a black tank top, and a green denim jacket. “If I don’t text you in the next two hours, call the cops. If I’m not back by midnight, also call the cops.”

Cassian gives her a dark look. She tells him the same thing every time, and he gives her the same response every time. “Jyn, if you don’t text me in the next hour,” emphasis on the hour and not two, “I’m going there myself.”

“My hero.” She clutches at her heart, pretending to swoon, and he rolls his eyes. In all honesty, he knows she can take care of herself. If he had to bet on who’d win in a fight, her or random dude from college, he’d choose her any day. Still.

“I’m serious.”

“Alright, alright.” Jyn bends down and pulls on her combat boots. “I’ll text you within the hour, chill.”

“Good.” He watches as she straightens and reaches for her bag. “What’s his name anyway?”

She hasn’t told him much about this person she’s meeting, though that wasn’t too weird. Jyn has never been an oversharer, even with him, and she’s definitely never given much weight to romantic relationships. She isn’t the type to gush. He figures if it goes well and she likes him, she’ll tell him more, but for now, all Cassian knows is that he’s a guy, and she met him in one of her classes. He doesn’t even know if she’s all that into him, though she must be at least somewhat interested if she agreed to a date.

He figures he should at least know the guy’s name, but Jyn’s reaction is strange. She winces like she was hoping the question wouldn’t come up and busies herself adjusting the strap on her bag. A very transparent excuse to avoid his eyes.

“What?” Cassian frowns.

“It’s… Cassidy.”

Cassian barks out a laugh before he can help it, caught off-guard. He doesn’t know if he’s amused or annoyed.

“I know, I know.” She looks up at him and rolls her eyes. “I thought it was a bit weird too at first. But don’t worry, you’re still my number one Cass.”

His heart lurches, but not in a pleasant way. Number one Cass means there’s another Cass… He doesn’t pause to think about it.

“Of course I am,” he responds since it’d be ridiculous to feel threatened by a guy just because they have similar names. He isn’t. Not at all. “Have fun.”

Jyn gives him a grin. “Thanks.”

She seems excited. Wait… how much is she into this guy again? Has he missed something? Frowning, he almost throws out another question, but Jyn’s already out the door, throwing one last goodbye over her shoulder. Then she’s gone and he sits there, utterly flabbergasted.

He wants her to have fun, of course. He hopes it goes well.

But Cassidy…

He scoffs.

What a ridiculous name.

⁂

The date does go well and she does seem to like him. Well, in Jyn terms at least.

She once told him that she’s only been in love once, at sixteen, and never again. Which, at twenty-four, seemed to bother her a little. They’d both been drunk and she wasn’t exactly straightforward – Jyn was never straightforward when it came to emotions – but it seemed like she thought there might have been something wrong with her. Because she never fell in love, because she was never even interested in someone for longer than a few months.

He could relate. His own relationship history wasn’t too colorful. But that didn’t mean there was anything wrong with either of them, and he’d told her so. They were just more cautious than others. Maybe a bit more picky. Jyn laughed and poked his cheek drunkenly, sorrow forgotten as her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“You, sir, definitely have way too high standards.”

That was that. They never talked about it again, but he never forgot that conversation either. And although what she has with Cassidy now doesn’t seem like love either, it’s going well for them.

Sure, she doesn’t talk about him all the time. She doesn’t hang out with him all the time or text him all the time. (Cassian certainly seems to be texting with her a lot more than Cassidy, but what does he know.)

Still, they seem to get on well enough, even if he’s yet to meet the guy. Which is becoming a bit suspicious. Yes, it’s only been a few weeks but Cassian can’t shake the feeling that Jyn is purposefully avoiding introducing the two of them. She even had the perfect opportunity the other day.

Cassian was supposed to be in class but came home early when it was canceled, and Cassidy, who was meant to come over, suddenly couldn’t make it. Or at least that’s what Jyn told him, and far be it from him to accuse her of lying, but he had the feeling she was the one who canceled on Cassidy, not the other way around.

Any other time he alluded to meeting Cassidy, she waved him away, gave him an excuse, or just laughed it off.

It’s a little strange. Why wouldn’t she want them to meet? He’s never been rude to any of her boyfriends or girlfriends before. Cassidy wouldn’t be an exception – even if he was obviously the superior Cass –

Well, anyway. She’d introduce him when she was ready. He wouldn’t push.

⁂

The day finally comes two weeks later. By then, Jyn’s been dating Cassidy for a month and a half, which is about half the time of the length of her average relationship.

Cassian’s a little nervous. He doesn’t know why. Isn’t even sure if nervous is the right word here. He’s just… on edge. He’s been irritable all day, snapping at co-workers more than he normally would have, and now sitting at the table in front of Jyn and Cassidy, his legs won’t stop bouncing.

The frown on his face might be permanently painted on as well.

Jyn throws him a look like she can’t figure out what’s up with him, but Cassian’s still looking at Cassidy. He’s… normal looking. Average height but looks tall next to Jyn. Dark hair and dark eyes, an easy smile, unguarded expression. He seems laidback.

Maybe too much so. Is that really what she’s looking for? Someone the opposite of her, an extrovert, someone positive and carefree, someone who could make friends with anyone? Someone so unlike him –

“I gotta tell you, man,” Cassidy says with a little laugh, interrupting his spiraling thoughts. “You’re freaking me out here.”

Cassian blinks. “Sorry?”

“That death glare? It’s scary.”

“Are you intimidated by me?” It comes out more arrogant than he meant it. Jyn throws him another look, incredulous this time.

“I – no.” Cassidy flounders for a second. “Look, I get it. You’re doing the protective big brother act, right? I promise, though, I have no ill intentions.”

“Cassian’s not –”

“Jyn’s not my sister,” he snaps before he could help himself or before Jyn could finish saying the same thing. Cassidy blinks in bewilderment.

“No, I know. I just meant… well, you know what I meant. I won’t hurt her, alright?”

“Oh, god,” Jyn groans and buries her head in her face. “Can we not do this? I’m not a child, and as Cassian said, he’s not my brother.”

The words are meant more for him than for Cassidy. She’s still eyeing him like she isn’t sure what’s wrong with him, and he isn’t really sure either. There’s nothing wrong with Cassidy, and yet… None of Jyn’s boyfriends or girlfriends ever made him feel so sullen before.

But he doesn’t want to upset Jyn or mess this up for her either, so he tries to force his face into a more pleasant expression. God knows she’ll probably still have a few choice words for him after this.

“You’re right. Sorry. Let’s start over.”

“Cool, man.”

Cassidy gives him a grin that seems genuine. Cassian grits his teeth and forces a smile on his face. He really wishes Cassidy would stop calling him man.

⁂

Two hours later, Cassian decides that he’s just never going to get along with Cassidy. He’s too cheery. Too casual. Too untroubled. All the things Cassian’s not and never will be. They’re simply incompatible, even as friends.

And then…

There’s that thing.

That stupid thing. The thing that shouldn’t even matter because it’s petty and childish and ridiculous. But their names.

The fucking names.

They’re too similar. And if he wasn’t already aware of that, Jyn ends up placing even more attention on it.

It happens when she’s coming back from the kitchen after she left to get some drinks, leaning against the doorway.

“Hey, Cass,” she calls out, and they both turn towards her.

“Yeah?” they say at the same time.

Jyn blinks, and Cassian and Cassidy stare at each other.

“Oh, sorry. I… meant Cassidy,” she says, her tone awkward, and Cassian’s stomach drops. She doesn’t meet his eyes.

So she calls him Cass too.

That’s fine. Makes sense even, as it’s the only viable nickname for him. What else would she call him? Sidy? Sid? No, of course it’d be Cass.

She could call him Cassidy, of course, just his full name, no nicknames – but hell. Who is he to judge?

It’s okay. It’s completely fine.

(It’s not.)

⁂

Kay is really not amused with him.

“Cassian,” he begins, yanking his glasses off with one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other, “I beg you to stop. If you say the name Cassidy one more time, I will throw myself out the window.”

Cassian scoffs.

“I don’t talk about it that much.”

“Honestly, Cassidy –”

“Not funny,” Cassian growls, and Kay gives him a long-suffering look.

“No. What’s not funny is your inability to ask Jyn Erso out on a date.”

Cassian gapes at him, utterly lost for words for a moment. Has Kay lost his damn mind?

“I – what? Are you mad? Why would I ever do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Because you’re in love with her?”

Cassian nearly chokes on his own saliva. There’s no way he’s being serious.

“Kay,” he begins slowly like explaining something to a child they were too young to understand, “Jyn’s one of my best friends. But I’m not in love with her. That’d be like saying I’m in love with you.”

“Dear god.” Kay shakes his head, incredulous. “You honestly believe what you’re saying, don’t you? If you’re both that deep in denial, I worry for your offspring.”

“I’m not – what do you mean both?”

Kay gives him a wholly unimpressed look. “Did you think you’re the only one who’s harboring secret feelings here?”

Cassian opens his mouth to respond but promptly slams it shut. The implication that Jyn could have feelings for him leaves him a little breathless and his heart pounding. What does Kay know? Did Jyn say something to him?

Absolutely not, that’d be ridiculous. Even if it was true – which it isn’t – Kay would be the last person she’d tell something like that. Not only because he’s Cassian’s friend but also because she and Kay famously “hate” each other (though that’s a lie as well, but they like to pretend). No, if she’d share her feelings with anyone, it’d be someone like Bodhi, or Chirrut and Baze, or even Leia.

That is if there were any feelings to share, and there aren’t. Jyn certainly has no romantic feelings for him, and he –

Cassian shakes his head. No. Kay is mistaken.

“There are no secret feelings here. On either side.”

Kay gives him a skeptical look but doesn’t comment further, and Cassian resolves to put this whole conversation out of his mind.

The real problem here is Cassidy – and why he thinks he can replace him as the number one Cass in Jyn’s life.

⁂

Cassian is absolutely not having a crisis over all of this, but if he was, Leia would definitely make it worse. When Jyn tells them about her new boyfriend, she furrows her eyebrows and throws a furtive glance in Cassian’s direction.

“Wait… Cassidy? You mean Cassian?”

“No, I said Cassidy. Leia, I’m not senile.” Jyn’s voice is just a little too strained.

Cassian’s suspicion grows as Leia gives her an innocent shrug. Her lips twitch like she’s hiding a smile. There’s no way she did that accidentally.

“Cassidy?” Bodhi chimes in then, his eyes swinging between Leia and Jyn. “Cassidy Anton from Econ? You’re dating him?”

Cassian nearly chokes on the coffee he’s drinking. “I’m sorry… Anton?”

Jyn’s mouth opens and closes, wearing a sheepish look as she once again avoids his gaze. This feels a bit familiar.

“Yeah. Cassidy Anton.”

You gotta be fucking –

“Ah.”

Bodhi’s gaze now ping-pongs between him and Jyn, and even Leia watches them with barely concealed amusement. Cassian pretends like he doesn’t care and takes another sip of his coffee, tuning out the conversation. Whatever. He’s no longer upset about this – it was always stupid to begin with.

They are just names. It means nothing, and besides… He and Jyn are just friends. And he doesn’t want to be anything other than that, so he has no reason to be upset at all.

⁂

(But of course, Han never knows when not to cross a line, and if he has such a death wish, Cassian’s more than happy to grant him that mercy.

“You know,” he turns to him later when Jyn and Leia are both out of earshot, “I wonder if she calls him Cass in bed –”

“Do not,” Cassian hisses, eyes flashing in warning. He really isn’t in the mood to be trifled with. But Han just laughs, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. Bastard, Cassian fumes, his hand curling tighter around his mug. Han’s just lucky they’re still in public, and he refuses to make a scene or show that he’s bothered.

Because he isn’t.

And Han’s comment definitely doesn’t stay with him for days after.)

⁂

Things get so dire that even Cassidy notices something is going on.

And here he thought he was being normal about it. Ignoring every single strange impulse and pushing down the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach when he watched them together. Putting on a neutral face and maintaining his polite attitude.

But Cassidy pulls him aside one day with an awkward expression as he pats Cassian’s shoulders.

Cassian regards him with a cool look. “Don’t touch me, please.”

“Sorry.” He pulls back his hands, and the pained look deepens. “I just wanted to talk about Jyn.”

Well, of course. He could have guessed that.

Cassian barely stops himself from sighing or rolling his eyes. “Yes? What about her?”

“Look, man, I don’t want to be an asshole. I know you mean a lot to her. And I get it, you’re into her but –”

“Stop, no.” Cassian shakes his head. He isn’t willing to listen to this from Jyn’s boyfriend of all people. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” Cassidy seems skeptical. “Because it seems like you’re crushing on my girlfriend.”

Cassian doesn’t miss the way he emphasizes the word girlfriend – subtly marking his territory. Nice.

“So you’re here to tell me to back off?” Cassian wonders, his voice just a bit chilly. “Like she’s some possession you own?”

Cassidy seems offended now. Frankly, he doesn’t give a shit.

“I just wanted to remind you that you may be friends but you’re not the one dating her. I am.”

At that, Cassian sees red. He takes a step forward, his eyes flashing, and he relishes a bit in the way Cassidy backs away, clearly intimidated.

“Oh, really? You’ve known her for how long again? Two months? I’ve known her for four years. I’ve seen her at her best and I’ve seen her at her worst. I’m her best friend. I’m her fucking emergency contact. Don’t compare yourself to me. We’re not the same.”

Cassidy regards him like he’s just proven his point with his little speech, and Cassian realizes he may have. He didn’t mean to get so worked up but the insinuation that a two-month-old relationship could mean more to Jyn than their four-year-old friendship just struck a fucking nerve.

Isn’t it enough that he’s her new Cass or whatever, does he have to completely replace him?

No. He will not stand for it.

“So no peace offering then?” Cassidy wonders, and Cassian’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. Peace offering? What does he expect, a fucking handshake? A promise that he won’t move in on ‘his girl’? Hell no.

Cassidy gives a couple of nods when Cassian just continues to stare.

“Alright then. Cool. May the best man win.”

In hindsight, though, Cassidy might have interpreted that exchange a little differently than Cassian meant him to.

⁂

There’s no competition going on between them, no matter what Cassidy seems to think. And certainly not for Jyn’s hand. She isn’t a medieval princess, and they aren’t noble lords. She’s more than capable of choosing who she wants to be with.

And she’s clearly chosen Cassidy.

Not that Cassian has ever been an option (would she want him to be? would she make a different choice if he was? Stop. it.)

Cassidy, for his part, seems a lot more threatened by Cassian than the other way around. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. But see, Cassian knows his relationship with Jyn is rock solid. They’ve been friends for years, nothing’s going to change that. A boyfriend is easier to cut loose. Couples break up all the time. Cassidy has to know that too, has to know that Cassian stands on more stable land because he begins to act… territorial, almost. Kissing Jyn whenever Cassian’s around, curling a hand around her waist, tugging her into his lap, and on one occasion, even jumping up to get her a glass of water before Cassian could.

Jyn must notice too, and it doesn’t seem like she’s a fan of his new behavior, though he doesn’t think she understands where it’s coming from. He doesn’t feel inclined to enlighten her. If Cassidy wants to dig himself into a hole with her, let him. After all, he’s the one who decided this was a competition now. He’s the one who thinks there’s a prize to be won. He’s the one who feels insecure.

Okay, yeah… maybe Cassian feels a little insecure too. But at least he isn’t acting like a dog pissing on his territory. His insecurity is a lot more complicated. It’s less about jealousy (maybe a little jealousy) and more about this feeling he can’t shake that he missed out on something. Something they could have had, something wonderful.

Something more precisely being… her. Because he’s starting to realize that maybe Kay and even Cassidy were right. Maybe there are feelings hidden under the surface that he never took account of. Maybe there’s more to his friendship with Jyn than he’s ever imagined. At least on his side.

Damn it.

He couldn’t believe it was Cassidy fucking Anton who made him realize he wanted her.

⁂

Cassian tries to ignore it, tries not to let it get to him, but it seeps in. He begins to act strange around her, fumbling where he normally wouldn’t, hung up on small touches, distracted by the sight of her bare shoulders, losing focus when she smiles.

He takes to avoiding her instead, convinced that he’d out himself if he didn’t. It’s easier anyway. He doesn’t have to think about it, doesn’t have to look at her and want, doesn’t have to see her kiss Cassidy instead.

But he thinks Jyn’s probably noticed his distance, and he wonders how long he can keep it up before she confronts him and pries the truth from his mouth. Knowing her, she wouldn’t have to try hard. If she applied pressure at just the right spot, he’d probably spill all his secrets. He’d probably tell her he’s in love with her and not even feel bad about it.

But then that’d put her in an awkward position. So. He’s doing her a favor, really.

Cassian hears the lock turn in the door, and Jyn emerges a second later, throwing him a hopeful but tentative smile when she sees him working on the couch. It cuts him a little, that hesitation. It’s a testament to how fragile things have become between them, and there’s a reason for that, he knows. Not for the first time, he wishes he could go back before all of this happened and just… never develop feelings for her?

Well, that’d be ideal but it’s not like he can help that. Mostly, he just wishes Cassidy never entered the picture. It’s what bothers him the most, as much as he hates to admit it. Because Cassidy Anton could have so easily been Cassian Andor… but he wasn’t.

He’s no longer the only Cass in her life – and perhaps no longer her favorite one either.

“Hey,” Jyn greets him, taking a seat on the couch next to him. He doesn’t miss the way she sits farther away than she normally would have.

“Hey. Did you have fun with Cass?”

The words are innocent enough but he knows it’s a bitchy thing to phrase it that way. With Cass. Deliberately putting emphasis on the names again. Jyn’s smile slips and he instantly feels shitty. He’s acting like a jealous boyfriend, no better than Cassidy. Worse, even. At least Cassidy is actually dating her and he… he just wishes he was.

“Is this bothering you?” Jyn asks, and for a second, Cassian’s heart stops. Oh no. Is he busted?

“What?”

“That I called him Cass? Is that why you’re upset?”

Oh. That’s what she meant. Thank god.

“No,” Cassian begins, shaking his head, even though yes, it definitely bothers him. “No, it’s fine.”

Jyn doesn’t seem to buy it. “Cass –”

“Don’t,” he cuts her off before he can stop himself, harsher than intended. Hurt flashes in her eyes before her expression shutters, and the pit in his stomach deepens. This is going a lot worse than he could have predicted.

He feels like an entitled brat. She doesn’t owe him anything. She doesn’t have to explain herself to him – after all, it’s not her fault he fell for her and she doesn’t feel the same.

So why the hell does he feel replaced?

Something must show on his face – sadness, longing, regret? – because after a second, Jyn’s eyes soften. Almost like she can read his mind, she gently grasps his arm and says, “You know I’d never replace you.”

Cassian is too embarrassed, too vulnerable to meet her eyes, but he allows a small smile to grace his lips and tries to let her words soothe the quiet ache in him that he hasn’t been able to shake.

“I know. Don’t worry about it, it’s silly.”

“No, I get it.” He sees Jyn shrug from the corner of his eyes, her tone playful. “If you had a girlfriend called Ginny or something, I might take it personally too.”

Cassian barks out a laugh, endlessly fond of her ability to lighten the mood. She’s being too kind about this, and he doesn’t deserve it after the way he’s acted.

“But I stand by what I said. You’re still my number one Cass.” His heart skips a beat, but before he could freak out over that, she goes on, her tone casual. Maybe too casual. “Besides, I’m thinking about breaking up with him anyway.”

Cassian glances up at her, finding her gaze already on him, a strange look on her face. Like she’s waiting for his reaction. He can’t decipher what she’s hoping to see.

“Oh?” he says, hoping he doesn’t sound too eager.

“Yeah. He’s nice, I guess. I’m just not feeling what I’m supposed to.”

“Which is…?”

“You know.” Jyn shrugs. Her eyes drop to her lap, and there’s something wistful in her tone. “That feeling when they look at you and you lose your train of thought. When you can’t go a day without talking to them because you miss them too much. When you hear something funny or do something cool, and they’re the first person you wanna tell. When… when you can just be with them and do nothing and still have fun.” Jyn’s eyes glimmer as she looks at him again. He feels like he’s witnessing something important, but he can hardly think straight with his heart beating out of his chest. “There’s none of that. With him.”

A long moment of silence follows as they stare at each other, suspended in time. For half a delirious second, he almost thinks she might kiss him. He almost considers doing so himself, leaning in and bridging the distance between them. He almost thinks she might not push him away, she might even welcome it.

But she has a boyfriend. The reminder is like a bucket of ice, forcing Cassian to look away and take deep breaths to be able to think clearly.

“Anyway.” Jyn drops her gaze too and clears her throat. Did he imagine it or did she sound almost disappointed? Whatever he heard, it’s gone when she speaks again, her voice normal now. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure.” Cassian clears his throat too, his voice a little raspier than he’d intended. Here’s hoping she didn’t notice.

Or maybe here’s hoping she did. He really isn’t sure what he wants anymore.

⁂

He’s not too unhappy when Jyn does finally break things off with Cassidy – but he also doesn’t expect it to go that way. Not so publicly, not so furiously, certainly not over him.

But that’s what happens. It’s Jyn’s birthday, of all things, and they’re having a small get-together at their flat with their closest friends which unfortunately includes Cassidy at the moment. Cassian tells himself it would have been strange if they hadn’t invited the birthday girl’s boyfriend. But the truth is, Cassidy really is getting on his last nerve.

It isn’t enough that he keeps shooting them glares when Cassian dares to hug Jyn as he wishes her a happy birthday (they’re friends and friends are allowed to hug, thank you very much), it isn’t enough that he keeps giving Jyn very obvious kisses every time he knows Cassian’s watching, it isn’t enough that he looks so fucking smug about it too…

No, he also has to pull Cassian aside to warn him off again like a possessive Neanderthal. It seems that hug earlier really got to him (and maybe Cassian did linger longer than he should have, but hey, Jyn hadn’t pulled away either.)

Cassian doesn’t fight his eyeroll as Cassidy begins his tirade again, something about respecting boundaries, losing his patience, and… oh yes. The classic “she’s mine.”

Cassian’s about to inform him that Jyn belongs to no one but herself and tell him to fuck off, but another voice speaks up instead, halting them both.

“Cassidy?”

He hadn’t even noticed her standing behind Cassidy – but maybe he wouldn’t have said anything even if he did. Maybe it’s a good thing she witnessed his behavior firsthand.

Cassidy, with the expression of a man who’s just seen his life flash before his eyes, slowly turns around.

“Jyn…” All bravado gone, he laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Cassian doesn’t even bother hiding the cruel smirk on his face as he watches him flounder. “Oh, hey.”

“What is this?” She gestures between them, her voice cool as a glacier. Someone’s in trouble.

“Nothing, it’s… well…” Cassidy fumbles for words, but his sheepishness is quickly replaced by a look of anger. Anger that Cassian knows is directed at him. “Look, I’ve been trying to be nice because I know he’s your friend but this is getting fucking ridiculous.”

Wrong tactic, buddy. He can see Jyn raise an eyebrow at him, unimpressed by his tone, but Cassidy doesn’t seem to notice, and Cassian lets him dig his hole deeper.

“Can’t you see that he’s in love with you?”

Well, fuck. Maybe he should have interrupted Cassidy after all, Cassian thinks as he shifts awkwardly on his feet and hopes Jyn doesn’t see the truth of that written all over his face. But she doesn’t even look at him, just shakes her head at Cassidy, unphased by those words. Either she’s not even entertaining the idea that he might be right, or she just doesn’t give a shit.

“So what, you’re having a pissing contest? Fighting over me like six-year-olds?”

Cassian’s smug smile drops. The horrible realization dawns that she might think he was actively involved in this too. And yes, maybe he did tell Cassidy that he meant nothing compared to the bond the two of them shared, but that’s as far as it ever went. She wouldn’t think that was him trying to stake his claim, right?

“What, no! Of course not. But Jyn, come on, what am I supposed to do? He’s totally fucking in love with you and you don’t even see it –”

“Enough!” she cuts him off, voice thunderous. “You’re acting like a child and it’s embarrassing. I’m not your property or some prize to be won.”

Cassidy’s defensive stance shifts once again, frustration flaring in his eyes.

“This is bullshit. I don’t have to tolerate another man putting his greedy hands all over my girl. It’s either me or him.”

Cassian almost laughs. To pull that move tells him two things. One, Cassidy is far too self-confident. Two, he really doesn’t know Jyn at all. Because Jyn Erso would never tolerate an ultimatum like that – from anyone.

“Alright,” Jyn tells him, her voice cold and devoid of regret. “I choose him.”

(Cassian’s smirk returns. He really shouldn’t feel so smug when she says that but he does.)

Cassidy gapes for a few seconds like he can’t believe she really said that, and Jyn quirks an eyebrow at him when he doesn’t move.

“You can leave now.”

“Unbelievable,” Cassidy mutters but he turns around and heads for the door. Still huffing under his breath, he angrily yanks his coat off the rack and tugs it on before the door slams shut behind him with a bang.

Cassian rolls his eyes again. As the room goes quiet, he realizes most of the other guests have stopped chatting to watch the scene unfold before them, and they’re all staring at them now. Bodhi seems amused, Leia smug, Kay annoyed. Han wears a shit-eating grin that Cassian has a bad feeling about. But all that can come later.

Jyn rolls her eyes too, then grabs his arm and pulls him to her room where they can talk privately. In all honesty, he still feels a little high on Cassidy’s dramatic and (hopefully) permanent exit, but when Jyn turns to him, her gaze is murderous. The smile slips from his face.

“Jyn –”

“Save it. What the hell were you two thinking?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Oh no? Then what was it like?”

“He thought… I mean.” Cassian sighs, shaking his head. She already knew what Cassidy thought, but how could he explain himself without revealing that he was right? “Look, he was jealous and he was being an asshole about it. I snapped, and I may have said some things. But I never… It was never a competition. Not for me. It’s not like that. I would never, Jyn.”

A second passes as she stares at him. Cassian holds her gaze until she finds what she’s looking for, then she deflates with a groan.

“I’m sorry he was an ass to you. I should have realized when he started acting all possessive…” Jyn shakes her head, a long-suffering sigh on her lips. Cassian shrugs.

“I’m sorry you had to break up with him because of me.”

“It’s fine. Not the first time anyway.”

There’s a pause. Jyn winces when her words catch up to her, and he has the distinct feeling she didn’t mean to say that. He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Huh?”

“Oh, I mean… Well, he wasn’t the first guy who was jealous of you. Usually, it’s the guys,” she hurries on like she doesn’t want him to dwell on that first part, forcing a laugh. “I should know better by now.”

But all he can think about is the implication that this wasn’t the first time she was made to choose, and this wasn’t the first time she chose him.

“Are you saying –”

“It’s no big deal.” Jyn waves a hand, but it feels like one to him. Softer, a little shy, she adds, “You know I’d always choose you.”

Cassian’s heart stutters. When she looks at him like that, he almost wonders if she might choose him the way he wants her to. If she might really –

Jyn drops her gaze, awkwardly tugging on her sleeves as a blush spreads on her cheeks. “Anyway…”

Goddammit, he has to take the chance.

“Jyn, uhm…”

“Yeah?” she asks, quickly looking up again, a hopeful little glint in her eye. This is it. What’s the worst that could happen?

Well, she could kill me, he thinks but then shakes his head, steels his resolve, and soldiers on. No, the worst that could happen is that she rejects him and maybe stops talking to him. Which is… bad, yeah. But the reward far outweighs the risk.

“There’s something else I realized. When you called him Cass, it bothered me because… it bothered me because I wanted to be the only Cass in your life. And it bothered me because I realized he had what I wanted. You.”

There. His voice wavered and his hands shook but he managed to say it. It wasn’t so bad, was it? But now comes the hard part.

Jyn’s eyes go wide, her mouth opening as she sucks in a deep breath. She’s shocked, that much is obvious. But he can’t tell if it’s a pleasant or an unwelcome surprise.

“You’re kidding, right?” Oh fuck. He almost backtracks but her lips pull into a delirious grin and she laughs. Not in a mean-spirited way, but happily. Disbelievingly. Then she shakes her head. It’s all so contradictory, he can hardly keep up. “After everything, this is what makes you realize?”

“Well, I… what?”

He’s so lost. Jyn steps up to him and takes his face into her hands, her hands warm, her touch gentle. All other thoughts and questions flee from his brain as he swallows, staring back at her in wonder.

Jyn smiles brighter than he’s ever seen her, her eyes shining. “It took you fucking long enough.”

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Nine months after Jyn broke up with Cassidy and got together with Cassian the same day (yes, they did sleep together that night, no, he doesn’t feel bad about it), they run into Cassidy again at Starbucks. Jyn notices him first and groans, trying to disappear under Cassian’s jacket – which he would happily let her – but Cassidy picks them out anyway and waves.

He fucking waves. With a smile.

Cassian narrows his eyes. Does he have a different recollection of their last meeting or…?

Well, maybe he does because he makes his way over to them while they wait for their orders to get ready, and Cassian tries really hard not to tell him to fuck off. Jyn seems to be on the same wavelength.

“Hey,” Cassidy greets them, and at least he has the decency to sound hesitant now. “Look, I know I’m the last person you guys want to see but I’ve been thinking about how we ended things and I feel bad about it. Though I was clearly right about you two,” Cassidy gestures at them holding hands, and Cassian’s eyes narrow again, “but in retrospect, I was an ass about it. I really am sorry, and I hope you can forgive me.”

Jyn sighs, huffing under her breath. “Don’t worry, Cassidy, you weren’t even close to being my worst breakup.”

Cassidy’s eyes widen before a relieved smile takes over his face, and Cassian marvels at how Jyn’s a much better person than him. He still doesn’t particularly feel like giving Cassidy his forgiveness but hey. He’s not the one he treated like an object so it’s Jyn’s call.

“Cool. Thanks, Jyn. And for what it’s worth, I’m glad you guys worked things out. I was angry for a while but then if we didn’t break up I wouldn’t have met Jen so…”

“Jen?”

“Yeah. My girlfriend.”

Cassian’s eyebrows raise. Jyn frowns.

“Your girlfriend’s name is Jen?” she asks, but it sounds more like a statement.

“Yeah.” Cassidy grins again, and he seems genuinely lovestruck and completely unaware of the irony. “Jen Arno.”

Cassian presses his fist against his mouth and fakes a small cough to stop himself from laughing. Jyn seems on the verge as well, but she has enough self-control to nod and say goodbye to Cassidy who leaves with another bright smile and the frankly insane idea to hit them up for a double date.

Jyn says sure in a tone that means the opposite, and Cassian thinks, yeah, there’s no chance in hell.

And that’s the last time they ever see Cassidy Anton.

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shoutaaizawas · 4 years ago

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↳ keigo takami x fem!reader → ❝shiny things❞

summary: hawks has more bird-like tendencies than you initially thought. he likes to present you with odd items as gifts and finally you figure out why word count: 2,406 tags/warnings: fluff, hawks being a bird a/n: uhh i don’t know i love the bird man

sequel “preening”

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Dating Hawks was unusual for a list of reasons. He was a pro hero so that meant he was very busy, in the public eye, and couldn’t tell you everything. Then there was the way Hawks had been raised. After a while of dating, he trusted you enough to open up and tell you about his childhood. It shed a lot of light on the things he did in your relationship. But perhaps the least expected thing was his bird-like habits.

It wasn’t unusual for people with animal-like quirks the show similar traits to said animal. Selkie and Gang Orca came to mind although they looked more like their animal counterparts than Hawks did. Perhaps that was why you didn’t expect it from him.

At first, you thought he was joking. You had been dating for a while enough to know each other well enough to start to develop feelings. Hawks flew in to meet you for a coffee date in between work. The wind-blown hair and charming smile always made your heart skip a beat.

“Look what I found.” He said, his tone of voice sounded like an excited kid. He held out his hand present the shiny blue marble. You glanced up at him wondering if he was joking but he looked happy to present this offering. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt his feelings even if you didn’t quite understand.

“Wow, where’d you find this?” You asked taking it and holding it up in the light to examine it.

“I found it on patrol.” He said. “It was shining in the light and caught my eye. Don’t worry I washed it off.” He reassured. That almost made you laugh.

“It’s pretty.” You said. That wasn’t a lie, in its own way it was pretty but you could honestly say you had never met someone over the age of ten present a marble with such excitement.

“It’s for you.” He said with a smile that melted your heart. The sentiment wasn’t lost on you even if you were trying to wrap your head around it.

“Thank you, you’re too sweet.” You told him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The next time that happened you were more prepared for it. It was a perfect day, the sky was clear, and the weather cool. The salty breeze from the ocean filled the air around you as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. The sun was sinking into the horizon leaving a beautiful sunset.

Hawks spotted something, his eyes widening as he let go of your hand and rushed forward. He leaned down picking up something from the ground. Brushing it off he stood and returned to your side.

“Look!” He said in an excited voice holding his open hand up to you. You smiled at the way his wings fluttered in excitement behind him.

“What is it?” You asked putting one hand underneath his as you looked. There was a small shiny green object, it almost looked like a rock.

“It’s a piece of sea glass! It’s normal glass that ends up in the ocean, it takes like fifty years of tumbling around in the water to look like this.” He said. Looking at it, it was pretty. The frosted texture was unique you realized as you picked it up. He closed your hand over it. “Keep it.” He smiled.

You smiled at him sliding the sea glass in your pocket for safekeeping. This wasn’t the last time that he gave you an odd gift with a genuine spirit. You always smiled when he presented the items with pride and excitement, his feathers puffed up.

It was a night that you were spending with Hawks at his fancy apartment when things started to make more sense. You had made him dinner and were enjoying a bottle of wine now.

Hawks wasn’t a drinker but since you met him you had gotten him to like wine. It wasn’t unusual for you to share a bottle. It always amused you the pink tint on his cheeks and how relaxed he got.

The view from Hawks balcony was nice, a perfect city skyline. The love seat there was comfy and so was your position resting against Hawks, one of his winds draped around you keeping you close and protecting you from the cold night. The candles lit around you gave off a dim glow.

You looked at your empty glass and his. As much as you didn’t want to get up you did want more wine so you would have to sacrifice your comfort for a moment.

“Let me get you more.” You said taking his glass in your hand before standing up. He made a noise of complaint at the loss of contact.

“I can get it.” He said. You leaned forward pressing a kiss against his lips, your free hand grazing his cheek.

“Let me, relax here. I’ll be right back.” You said before walking into the apartment. You entered his nice kitchen grabbing the bottle on the counter. There was enough for one glass. You looked at the full bottle on the counter. It wouldn’t hurt to open up another, you could always save the rest if you didn’t finish it.

Opening a drawer you looked for the wine opener. This one had normal utensils in it. The one below it had towels. It was the third drawer down that was odd.

It was full of random items, rocks, stray earrings, buttons, and other odds and ends. It wasn’t your usual junk drawer. All of the items had a certain shine to them. Your mind was immediately pulled to the random things Hawks had presented to you so happily.

You let out a small gasp as it all clicked. He was a bird. Well, not literally but it seemed he shared more traits with the animal than you had originally guessed. Looking at all the items you knew that he cared for them enough to keep them in his house.

A smile met your lips thinking about how excited he always was as he handed you the shiny thing he had found. It was so sweet that he gave them to you instead of keeping it for his own collection. Had he even been keeping anything for himself since he met you?

Your heart felt full as you closed the drawer and looked for the wine opener. Hawks was already so sweet and somehow this odd quirk of his added on to it.

Returning to the balcony you sat down next to him handing him his glass before pulling him in for a deep kiss. Your free hand tangled in his feathers and you could feel him sigh against your lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned pulling back with pink cheeks and a content smirk.

“Nothing, I just really like you.” You smiled.

“Well, I really like you too.” He said before pulling you in for another kiss.

“So I gave her this shiny rock and she was so happy, I love the way she smiles when I give her stuff.” Hawks gushed about you to Mirko often. The rabbit hero was patient in listening to him but would often roll her eyes at how head over heels he was.

“Wait, so you’re telling me the kind of gifts you’ve been giving her are shiny rocks and marbles?” She questioned. “Please don’t tell me you’ve stolen french fries from tourists to give to her.” Hawks gave her a questioning look.

“I always give her the shiny stuff I find now.” He said.

“And she hasn’t dumped you?” She questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Wow, she must really like like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“A lot of girls like shiny things but they usually prefer bracelets, necklaces, rings, or even cars if you’re really trying to spoiler her. Maybe a designer pair of shoes or a purse.” She said thoughtfully. “Most girls would have left by now if they were given shiny debris from their boyfriend.”

Hawks stood there frozen trying to process what she was saying.

“Trust me, I get it, Hawks. The animal tendencies can be strong but you have to recognize them and adjust. Find a way to fill that urge but in a way that your partner will appreciate more.”

“I didn’t even realize it.” Hawks said in a quiet voice. “Oh no she’s probably hated all the stuff I’ve been giving her and has just been nice to me.” He groaned.

Mirko patted him on the shoulder.

“Happens to the best of us. I nibbled on my first crushes sleeve. There are some things you’ll never forget how embarrassing they were.” She sighed, staring off in her memory.

“That’s rough.” Hawks said. “I’m just glad you told me before she got too weirded out. I really like her, I don’t want to ruin it with her.”

“That’s what friends are for to help you with your blind spots.” She explained. “And Hawks, if she stuck around this long I don’t think you’re scaring her off with shiny marbles.” She teased.

Hawks felt so embarrassed. He had no relationship experience. His childhood had not been a normal one, he didn’t go to middle school or high school. He didn’t go on awkward dates or take someone to prom. It was uncharted territory. He never even intended on dating anyone his life was too complicated then he met you and every excuse he had to date someone was out the window.

He had to make it up to you, he had to explain himself but he was trying to figure out the best way to do that. He recalled you telling him a story about earrings that you had really wanted to buy once at a boutique on vacation but you had ended up not buying them for one reason or another. He had made note of that hoping to look for one similar to what you described but hadn’t gotten around to it.

Now was finally his time, surprisingly it wasn’t that hard to find something that matched your description. He hoped it was close enough for you. Hawks texted you asking if he could come over tonight when you were home and you agreed.

After patrol, he picked up your favorite take out and headed over to your place. He landed on the balcony walking in as you told him he could. You sat on the couch wearing a cute pair of sweatpants and a sweater.

“Hey, babe.” You said standing up and walking over to him, greeting him with a kiss.

“Hey, little bird.” He said returning the kiss.

“Is that what I think it is?” You questioned.

“Your favorite.” He smiled. The two of you sat down at the couch opening up the bag of food and digging in.

“What’s the special occasion?” You asked as you finished up your food.

“I wanted to talk.” He answered, immediately he saw you face drop. “Nothing bad, I promise.”

“Oh.” You sighed in relief.

“Actually I wanted to apologize.” He started, his wings looked tense.

“For what?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The gifts I’ve given you, my friend pointed out that they’re weird and not something you should give your girlfriend.

“Hawks-” You tried to interrupt but he continued.

“I’m sorry, it’s just something I’ve done since I was a kid. I see something shiny and I take it, I’ve had a collection forever and I don’t know I never questioned it until Mirko pointed it out. I just would always get so excited when I saw stuff I kept it. When I started dating you I’d see something and I would think this is so pretty I have to share it with her, I don’t want to keep it to myself-”

“Hawks.” You said taking his hand in yours. “Don’t apologize. Look.”

He watched as you leaned to your coffee table grabbing the small box on it and setting it in between the two of you. Opening it he realized it was full of all the things he had given you.

“I’ll admit I was a little confused at first but even then I saw how happy you were and it was so cute. How could I deny or be upset about you giving me something that made you so happy.” You explained, brushing your hand over the piece of sea glass he gave you. “Eventually I figured it out, I saw the drawer at your place and I put it together. Honestly, the fact that you gave me these means far more than expensive jewelry would mean to me.”

Hawks stared at you in disbelief. How had he ever found someone as amazing as you? He fought the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes. You had understood him without him ever having to explain.

“Actually, I just remembered.” You said standing up and moving to your purse by the door. You looked through it for a moment before finding what you were looking for. Sitting down you held your hand out presenting a shiny vintage key. “I saw this today at a little store I stopped at on my break. I don’t know if it will fit into your collection but-”

Before you could even finish your sentence Hawks had nearly tackled you into a kiss. His arms wrapped around you pulling you close as his wings fluttered. He pulled back looking into your eyes.

“I love you.” The words came out before he could stop them. He already felt so much for you but this had pushed it over the edge.

“Keigo, I-I love you too.” You returned not expecting anything that had just happened.

“I got you a gift, a proper gift this time.” He said reaching into his pocket. “The earrings you talked about, I hope they are close enough to the ones you wanted.”

“Keigo, they’re perfect.” You said pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.”

Hawks was more than just a pretty face and you had seen through that. Getting to know him, the real him, not the person the media presented or the child that had been raised into a weapon, was something you had enjoyed. Not only did you get to know the real Hawks but you had fallen deeply in love with him, bird traits, and all.

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jelliezellie · 3 years ago

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I love your fics! Can u write a villain x hero style fluff with Megumi? Thanks ^ ^

- 🍙 (idk if u have a 🍙 anon but i didn't see one after I basically stalked ur acc-- I hope that doesn't sound weird lmfao)

Unforgettable - Megumi x Reader

A/N: I don't find it weird at all :P Thanks! I haven''t gotten an ask in forever. I hope you like cliches. Also villain Megumi??? Genius. **Of course you can be 🍙 anon, I love getting new anon babies >:)

Synopsis: After Y/n's sorcerer team leaves them for dead during a fight with the infamous Megumi, he takes pity on the poor hero. (GN! Reader)

"Damn it," You grunted, your nostrils flaring as you watched blood spill from a cut on your calf. You glared at the black-haired man who was attacking your teammates. "Tohru!" You shouted, reaching your hand out for her. She shook her head, the gash on her shoulder weighing her down. You were knocked over again, your eyes widening at the cursed dog that trampled you. "Get off!"

"We can't do this," Haru decided. His eyes were dropping with exhaustion, his face pale from the blood loss. "Help," You gasped as the dog bit your arm. You couldn't stand the feeling of the warm blood gushing out. Hands reaching out, you watched as Haru and Tohru left in tears, staggering and leaning on each other. Thirdwheeling on this mission was a bad idea - you knew they would forget you. You just didn't think they'd leave you for dead.

Your eyes closed as you accepted your fate; You would die here, to a foul-smelling dog.

You waited for the release of death. One final slash of pain before you die.

But it never came.

Opening your eyes, you gazed up at where the dog was, surprised to see it gone. In its place was the sorcerer you were fighting. "Why did they leave you?" He asked.

Appalled, you made eye-contact. "They love each other more than they love me." You were dizzy, your vision blurry, and every part of your body ached.

"You can't fight me anymore," He observed, "Your entire body is bloody."

You threw a punch, overestimating your strength. You were thrown to the ground by your dizziness and everything went black.

"Are you awake yet?" Pressure hit your side and you furrowed your brows as your eyes fluttered open. "Finally."

"Where am I?" You whispered, pushing his leg away. "Why are you here?! Get out, you almost killed me!"

"You're in my house. I couldn't exactly take you to the hospital, I don't have a good enough excuse for you being half-dead," He explained.

You shook your head. "No, no! Tohru! Haru!"

"Did I hit your head too hard? They left you for dead. They forgot about you."

You shook your head, jumping to your feet. "Easy, easy!" He exclaimed as you collapsed back on his couch. "I'm not giving you money. I'm not giving you anything, just-"

"Oh my god," He sighed, running his hands through his hair. You finally noticed how soft and fluffy it looked. "Do you not get it? I saved your life." You shook your head again, sticking your hand in your pocket.

"And I took away your knife. I left your phone in there, though." You sat up slowly this time. "Why did you save me?"

"Because I know what it's like to be left; forgotten." You tilted your head, trying to ignore the pain that came with it. "Y/n," He whispered, "Will you join me?"

"In what?"

"Will you become unforgettable with me? I have something to prove, and now, you do, too." He stuck his hand out to you.

You smiled. Being unforgettable. That sounded... beautiful. Slowly, you took his hand and he lifted you up, literally and figuratively. His soft smiled glowed; you saw it when you closed your eyes.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "I knew it. I could see it in your eyes - the darkness of revenge."

A/N: okay this wasn't very fluffy but I hope you enjoyed anyway :))

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livinginmystars · 2 years ago

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U.A Boys - Realising they have a crush

A small reaction scenario where they suddenly realise they have a crush on you~

y/n -> your name e/c -> eye color h/c -> hair color

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Midoriya Izuku

This is Izuku we're talking about, we all know that the moment he realises it, he's gonna panic

Also, he's probably going to notice it from something extremely casual and normal which will then probably make you confused at his reaction

His stutter and blush will make it look very weird and he will either hide it with a (kind of lame) excuse or just try to flee

"Izuku, wait!" You call out, half running after him as he leaves the school grounds.

The name used leaves little doubt to his mind about who it is as there's only a few people that uses his first name. When he turns around, he smiles when he spots the smile on your lips, visibly in a good mood. As you stop next to him, he tilts his head on the side, wondering if you need something.

"Yes y/n-chan?" He questions and soon, you're handing him a notebook which he recognises as the one he landed you a few days back. "Oh? Are you finished with it?"

"Yes!" You respond excitedly. "It was really, really useful. Thank you so much for letting me borrow it."

He didn't really understand why but you had asked to borrow one of his hero notebooks in which he scribbled down all the information that he wanted to remember. He gently takes the book from your hands and asks you what you needed it for.

"It's for that essay Aizawa-sensei gave us. I chose a few different heroes as a subject and needed information." You tell him, a bright smile on your lips.

"Really? If you need more help, I can always give a hand too." He offers, sending you his usual eye smile.

"You would?!"

In the next instant, he feels your small hands grab at his sleeves while your big e/c eyes stare at him, filled with excitement. All of a sudden, he's very aware of how close you are and in a second, his entire face flushes, especially as your hands move to grab at his, thanking him a few times. He tries to respond and tell you that it's okay because you're both friends but the only thing that passes his mouth are a few stuttered syllables. You blink at him a few times before he moves a step back, cheeks still awfully red.

"Y-Y-Yes, I-I'll help. I just- I'm sorry, I just remembered that I-I have training!" He exclaims loudly and bows in a rushed manner before half running away.

You're left to stare at his back, confused while he's completely panicking in his head at how obvious he just was. He feels all the more embarrassed knowing that he realised his feelings and almost outed himself in less than a minute.

Bakugo Katsuki

Okay so we know how this boy is... this little tsundere already struggles to acknowledge his friends so a crush......

Probably wouldn't even "want" the said crush, it'd fall onto him without a warning

Might even get angry at himself for having one

Would probably realise he likes you if he sees someone hanging around you a little too much (jealous, jealous Bakugo)

"Wah, y/n! You looked so cool during training today!"

That's probably the 10th time Kaminari has complimented you that day. Or at least, that's what it feels like for Bakugo and a few other classmates of yours. For some stupid reason, this boy has decided to be clingy with you today. Not that you would mind, Kaminari being a friend you enjoyed his company. And his "flirting" gave you a reason to teasingly banter with him which always ended up with you winning. However, the explosive boy in your class did not seem to agree with the idea.

He'd never admit that the blond is his friend, god knows Kaminari would never leave him alone afterwards but hearing him babble all day long always ends up getting on his nerves. He could live with the constant perverted talking with Mineta but hearing him gush over you like a fanboy was quite annoying.

"Thank you Kaminari, but maybe it wouldn't look this awesome if you actually caught up with the rest of the class." You'd tease him, sticking out your tongue at him.

The remark would make the blond whine immediately and you knew you won. The sound annoys Bakugo but he admits that hearing you sass the boy out is quite satisfying. However, he fails to hear the rushing footsteps getting closer and soon enough, both you and Kaminari bump into him, making him drop his bag. The two of you don't say anything but the way the explosive boy's hands tense, there's no doubt on what's going to come up.

"OI YOU IDIOTS LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Bakugo immediately starts screaming, small explosions going off in his palms.

Kaminari is quick to scramble up and move away while you just offer him a sheepish smile, now used to his screams and anger. However, it doesn't take long for the situation to become quite funny as Bakugo only seems to start screaming at the electric boy. It makes you laugh as you shake your head and pick up his bag, deciding that Kaminari wouldn't deserve to die like this. You'd place it in Bakugo's hands, preventing him from creating explosions unless he wanted to blow up his own bag.

"Okay now, leave him alone, it was an accident. Don't blow it out of proportion..." You try to convince him only to see him glare at you in turn.

"You shut up! Don't talk to me like I'm a kid!"

"Yes, yes we know you're not a kid..." You tease him with a sorry smile towards Kaminari.

"SHUT UP OR I'M GONNA BLOW YOU UP!" Bakugo half roars with the intention of intimidating you, only to fail when you look at him with the gentlest of smile and the prettiest giggle.

"Yes, I know you can." You say while implying a small but I know you won't, that you don't really say.

The boy seems to hesitate whether or not to actually blow you up but as he sees the look on your face and the sound you let out, you catch him off guard and he clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed. Thankfully for both you and Kaminari, he stomps away, angry at both himself and you.

Why would you smile like that at someone who's litteraly screaming at you? And why the hell does it make his cheeks and neck flush so goddamn much?!

Todoroki Shoto

This baby would have been noticed by litteraly EVERYONE with an obvious crush on you except for yourself

He probably wouldn't even understand he has one until someone pointed it out to him

Moreover, with how touch-starved he is, the second you start giving him some affection, he starts to do it naturally, making it all the more obvious

It would probably be one of the boys that make him understand he has a crush on you (baby's not used to social cues and all)

He'd be staring at you while waiting for the lessons to start when Deku, Iida and Uraraka would approach him. He's something common ever since you two got close that whenever he's alone or doesn't have anybody to talk with that his eyes would naturally search for you or follow your every move. It would probably be very cute but also incredibly weird for everyone around as he makes it look like you're the only thing in the room.

"Todoroki-kun?" Deku would call out, trying to get his attention.

"Yes Midoriya?" He'd answer, pulled out of his daze, bringing a smile onto the three other students' face.

"I don't mean to seem too invested but... why don't you go see her?" The small boy asks, quickly making a sign in your direction. "You've been looking at her for quite a while... You can always go talk to her, you know?"

"She's happy talking with Tsuyu and Hagakure, I don't want to bother her." Shoto would answer flatly with a small shrug.

"I don't think that's what Deku meant Todoroki..." Uraraka would say, chuckling nervously. "I think he meant to say that you could... try to really talk to her. Like... a heart-to-heart conversation."

"Heart-to-heart?" The bicolor-haired boy questions, confused.

It's in the moment that the three others start to wonder how explicitly they should explain to situation to the boy because even with that, he wouldn't understand. Having given up on subtility, Uraraka would bend down slightly to avoid attracting attention and to be able to lower her voice.

"I mean like... about your crush... and your feelings."

Shoto would blink up at her, emotionless as he doesn't really know how to interprete what she just said. He knows he's close to you but would it really be seen as a crush? Is that how the others saw it?

"I appreciate her..." He confesses, his eyes going back on you as a giggle passes your lips when Hagakure starts braiding your h/c hair.

"Well, you're always around her... You're always staring, always smiling... Not to mention all the times where you come and hug her out of nowhere..." Deku lists with a nervous chuckle. "Sorry to tell you, but if you really don't have a crush, you give off the opposite impression..."

Shoto stares at you the whole time Deku talks and his mind effectively starts to remind him of all the little attentions he gives you and of all your reactions in return. Even then, seeing that something as simple as talking to your friends brings a bright smile on your face, his expression starts to mirror yours, though his smile is more of a tender one.

He admits to himself for a moment that, perhaps, yes he appreciate you a little more than he thought. However, he's pretty sure in his mind that it's okay to like someone when they're as cute and as lovable as you are.

Shinso Hitoshi

Another boy (baby) that has been alone/cast aside when he didn't deserve it

When he'd meet you, he'd be confused as to why you're all nice when most people don't even want to go near him

Will probably think you're a loner too until he sees you with other people and understands that you come see him because you want to see him

His crush would probably develop at some moment where you show a real interest in him and not in his quirk or something else

You'd be either in the cafeteria or somewhere outside having lunch like you often do with him as you can't really see him in the lessons. You'd be the one to keep the conversation going, either talking about what was going on in the heroic department or some other thing on a more personal matter (depending on how close you are). He'd make a comment here and there but would keep quiet most of the time, simply enjoying your company.

The only thing you didn't expect would be to see a student from one of the hero classes passing by and recognising you and then Shinsou. You wouldn't have noticed him but you'd hear him ask what you were doing with a student from the General Department. Not wanting to get angry or to stir up trouble for Aizawa, you'd first ignore him. However, it seems that student was in a mood to bother you and would keep going.

"So what? Now class 1-A wants to ruin the reputation of the Hero Department by picking up stray students?"

His remark would bother you and with a quick glance to Shinso would be enough to notice that it annoyed him too, though he's doing a much better job at hiding it. It's when the student would get close enough to be able to touch you that you'd snap at him and tell him to get lost.

"Or what? Are you gonna start a fight with me? And damage the 1-A reputation even more?"

"You're the one being an asshole." You'd hear Shinso mumble and immediately, the student would respond, brining a smirk to the purple haired boy.

You'd jump immediately, grabbing your friend's arm and shaking your head, warning him about getting into troubles because of such a use of his quirk.

"I'm not gonna do much y/n, don't worry. I'm just sending him off." Shinso responds, shrugging a bit.

"Don't. You could really get into trouble, both by your teacher and Aizawa..." You remind him with a small sigh.

You'd have to force a bit with some sort of staring contest but the boy would give, releasing his hold onto the other student's conscience. You'd smile a bit and thank him before the boy starts to talk again.

"You fucking asshole!" He half shouts, pointing his finger at Shinso. "You're not allowed to do that, especially with that villainous quirk of yours!" The words keep falling out of his mouth, but you know very well that this is the sentence that does the most damage.

As you expected, Shinso lowers his head slightly at the comment on his quirk and you'd frown, looking up at the other student.

"Just shut up if you can't think more than two seconds." You complain and glare at him. "You're in the hero department, you should know that the quirk doesn't define the person."

The other students seems to be taken off guard, especially as you start to show off a little bit of your quirk, to scare him off a little. Afterall, if you're two students from the hero course, you can always request a special training against him to your teacher.

"If you can't think further than his quirk is dangerous, he's a villain then you're even more stupid than you look." You'd grumble and shoot him a glare that seems to be enough to dissuade him from arguing further and he'd leave, muttering about 1-A being fucking annoying.

You'd turn back to Shinso with a gentle smile, only to see him already looking at you with a similar one. Without waiting too much, you'd change the subject back to a lighter one, not wanting your friend to dwell on bad thoughts.

The only thing you don't notice is how the gleam in Shinso's eyes is slightly changed. It's quite unexpected but seeing you standing up for him sent his heart in a flutter and made him happier than he imagined. He's not one to brag but if he can get you to take his side every once in a while, he'll be the happiest and proudest boy on earth.

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #reaction #fluff #deku #bakugo #shoto #shinsou #mha reaction

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imaginewithtearose · 3 years ago

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Hello!! 👋🏽 If you’re still taking requests, could I request Jack with a shounen-like s/o? As in they’re very cheerful and fun loving but they’re also pretty reckless if that makes any sense

Also thank you and have a nice day! 🙏✨✨💖

Of course sweetie! I also have Match Ups open if you also want to try it out ^^

Thank you for being my second ask, i really loved this idea tho :) One overprotective wolf will be delivered! Sorry if its ooc, is a new character for me in terms of writing T_T

Jack Howl with an shounen-like s/o! Gender neutral reader

His first impression of you was that you were quite fragile and naive. Someone he had to protect or he had to mantain an eye on them. You were totally diferent to him, such an "delinquent"...

This turned out on you and Jack making a great friendship, since staying with you was more fun that he thought! You were his cheerleader and always were there to listen to him. So he grew respect for you. And soon, love.

But oh boy he didnt know what will happen....

How the confessing go? Obviously it was him who declared his feelings for your charming personality, to who you responded with a hug. And the wolf's tail became euforic as your simple words of "I love you too"

And then, with confidence now on the table, Jack started to see another side of you... One more brave, reckless, and heroic.

When you, without hesitation, jumped to save that other student from being bullied by those beastmans, lets just say that his insticts kicked in. The moment those bullies left, it was more because of Jacks delinquent aura that yours. Well, both played the part, thats important.

He is more scared that you about this reckless persona of you.

At first he was a little hesitant. What if you got hurt? What if its too much for you? What if someone abuses of your personality?

Now you have a bodyguard wolf-boyfriend at your side, worried with his ears flattened, ready to stand up if he hears something.

You reassure him that though you are flattered, he shouldn't worry. You are not a kid.

“I wont put myself in any danger, i know what im doing, Jack. Hear me out-"

"But what about those beastman that give you bad looks for helping that boy there?" A worried wolf-boyfriend

It takes two long chats with him to make him trust that part of you. And a little one or two classes of personal defense

He still is at your side lol, thats your life now, a good big wolf at your side supporting you.

Really admires your heroic personality, and has fun with your cheerful personality. A two-on-one prize!

Though, knowing the tsundere he is, it takes a little longer to wrap this idea in his head. Really. Im telling you.

But, dont say that i told you this: That personality of yours that kicks in when injustice is in your sight has Jack waving his tail completely in love. He was wrong into thinking that you were just magicless human surviving this world. He just fell in love more and more with you.

Big simp of you, really. You can tell with just seeing his tail wiggling euforic when seeing you in your heroic form and hearing your advice on something.

Kinda "Excuse me my boyfriend asked for more meath" couple :)

You two became the dynamic duo of NRC; The cheerful and heroic human with his delinquent wolf boyfriend. Bullies, fear them!

Sometimes he makes you stop and think before acting, and other times, both of you act without thinking.

Very supportive couple i must say, everyone at savanaclaw envies Jack for such partner. Ruggie is proud and Leona just say that dont lose that connection.

Hm, what that means Leona?

Anyways, you are always invited to Savanaclaw, when you become the hero/heroine of the dorm. Everyone gushes over you. Its like a pack of wolf with a little baby. A dangerous baby.

Jealous boy will protect you with his arms and make sure to not let anyone make you comfortable. He is always this clingy, not so much in public, but in your alone-time of the two of you.

In that moment he is a cuddly wolf who enjoys being brushed and hear your stories

He gained some smooches for being such a good boy and protect you at Savanaclaw. And he melted in your arms with such affection. You always laugh for this, and your laugh makes him skip a beat

Dates are so much fun and personal. Really romantic how he treats you. Little cactus for gift, and long walks in the sabana for dates. Just a relaxing ambient for you two, where he listens to all your rambles with a smile in his face.

Interwined fingers, always holds your hand like this. And the gaze of love that he gives you when your eyes meet.

He really is a puppy in love, with so much luck about the person at his side.

“Thanks for being in my life, y/n”

Congratulations, you have the best boyfriend at your side. This hero/heroine got the best of both worlds.

Im not sure about this ask, i hope this is what you wanted anon!!! Have a wonderful day!!!

#jack howl x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland #twst x you #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst headcanons #disney twst #writterscommunity

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heavenbarnes · 4 years ago

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holding out for a hero

Carol Danvers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings/Contains: dirty talk, fingering, squirting, masturbation, degradation (e.g., slut, whore, bitch, the works), slapping (on face as well), semi-public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, light bondage, dom/sub relationship, blowjobs, facefucking, little bit of spit, sex toys, hair pulling

Word Count: 2.8k

so when i was thinking this up in my head, i was carol and reader was doja cat lmao! but i know that 90% of my readers are little subs so had to tweak it for you all, hope you like x

Carol looked a dream in her suit, the perfect fit for her (it would be, it’s made for her) and her hands in her pockets as she came through the door. It surrounds her, she commands attention as she walked into any room and that wasn’t lost on you as all heads turned towards her.

Thank God for a party, you couldn’t even remember why Tony threw this one but any chance for you to put on a short dress and hang off Carol’s arm was good enough for you. What could you say, your-girl-who-wasn’t-really-your-girl looks good.

So Carol was in your bed just about every night and you called each other girlfriends, but there were blurred lines. Especially when you also end up in Thor’s bed (after you know she’s just left it), and there’s a little bit of make up sex. But it’s whatever, right?

Carol is cool in every sense, you could tell it by the way she walks. But she also dances cool, pulling your ass into her front as you both move to the music. It wasn’t until a couple of girls from another department were pulling you over to dance to the new song that Carol parted from you.

She left you shaking your ass on the dance floor to find the bar. Carol even drank cool, ordering something that’d make you screw your nose up, and taking an easy sip. She could see Bucky in her peripheral but didn’t pay him much mind.

“God damn, you really are a fucking fox, aren’t you?” The words slid off his tongue as he sided up beside her, eyes shamelessly lingering on her figure.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

Bucky chuckled slightly, bringing his own glass to his lips. “You act all tough but I think you’re just looking for someone to bend you over and put you in your place.”

Carol shot him a look, slightly incredulous. “Maybe you’re looking for me to do the same to you?”

“Yeah, maybe I would let you fuck me in the ass,” Bucky shrugged his shoulder like it was nothing. “But whilst you’re all dominant with the ladies, I bet you’d let me hold you down.”

Carol huffed a laugh through her nose, taking another sip as Bucky’s eyes scanned the room. They landed on you as your dress hiked further up your thighs. “I know you two are a thing but you ever fuck other people?”

Her eyes landed on his, and he offered another shrug, once again like it was nothing. “Yeah, a few.”

“Like who?”

“Like Thor, Steve, Sam, Wanda-“

“Okay, so everyone but me! You must want to complete a full set?”

Carol turned and put her back to the bar, swilling her drink in the bottom of the glass. “If you think she’s going to let me go home with you tonight, you’re even crazier than she is.”

Bucky went to question what she was on about but Carol simply nodded in your direction. That’s when his eyes landed on you, finding you stood in the middle of the room with a look that said you were less than impressed.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go handle this.”

Carol pushed off the bar and made her way over to you, except she kept walking out the door you came in and let you follow behind. Once you got into the hallway, she turned to face you and all the wrath you could muster.

“What the fuck was that? Flirting with Bucky Barnes in front of everyone, in front of me?” Your voice was raising but Carol still seemed cool, looking down at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Hardly flirting, and what do you call that dancing you were doing in Scott’s lap?”

“Oh fuck off, this is about you-“

You threw your arms out in front of you to make contact with Carol but she was too quick, catching your wrists midair with a look of disappointment. She turned both ways to see a few people watching the little spectacle you’d started.

“Honey,” Her voice was low as she dipped down to your ear. “You’re being fucking embarrassing.”

She spun you around, pushing you in front of her and forcing you to walk down the hall. Carol whistled, signaling you to make a left and then another, until she had you in a slightly more secluded part of this very public area.

With one hand, Carol pushed you up against the wall, coming down till she was right in your face. “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

The best you could offer was a pout as her tone and expression was doing it’s best to make the heat rise between your legs.

Carol shook her head, pulling back slightly only to tug the top of your dress down, freeing your breasts for her. “You are such a little whore.”

Her right hand rose and delivered one slap across your face. Embarrassingly enough, your response was to tip your head back and release a throaty moan, pushing your chest towards her.

“For your information, Bucky was talking about fucking me, not that it’s any of your business.”

Another slap and another pathetic moan, as she trailed her hand down to grip your breast. Bringing her hand back, she slapped your chest, only making you squeeze your thighs together tighter.

“But you want to be such a desperate little slut, that this is where we’re at.”

Carol’s left hand slapped you across the face again, whilst her right hiked your dress up to reveal where you’d forgone panties. She tutted at you, like a naughty child. “Fucking slut, I bet this is making you wet.”

Her middle finger ran through your slit and revealed to her what she already knew. You were fucking dripping. She was quick to thrust her two middle fingers deep in you as her other hand tugged at your nipples.

You couldn’t hold back the moans, she was hooking her fingers forward right at the spot and telling you every depraved thing you needed to hear. You didn’t even want her to stop when you heard the footsteps approaching.

“Fucking Christ.”

Both yourself and Carol turned to see Bucky standing in the entryway, watching you getting wrecked on Carol’s fingers. Quickly she turned her head back to you. “You did not just grip around my fingers at that.”

Another slap across your face had Bucky swallowing at the sight in front of him. Carol grew impatient, shooting a look over her shoulder. “Are you coming in here or what?”

Bucky quickly hurried behind her, standing on your other side and watching it all unfold. Carol only sped up her hand as she went back to tweaking at your chest.

“You dirty fucking whore, honey,” She cooed, reveling in the sounds of your cries. “I can feel you fucking soaking my hand.”

You could only babble in response, hips bucking as you rode her fingers. Bucky was just staring, wide eyed and completely overcome.

“Since you seem to like it when people are watching you, maybe I should get my kicks out of this too, huh?" Carol taunted, still lent above you and vigorously rutting her fingers into you.

"Maybe I should give a good girl a call, one that doesn't try pathetic bullshit like you pulled earlier," Her words continued the floods that were headed straight to the meeting of your thighs. "Tie you up on the armchair and make you watch the kind of respect I deserve."

All that came out of you was another one of those heady cries, rolling your hips into her hand and whimpering for her. Bucky just shook his head, right hand running down the length of his face before coming to adjust his trousers.

You could tell he wasn't looking at your face, his eyes were firmly fixed on either your chest or where Carol's hand was making contact with your cunt. Her voice snapped you back to where you belonged.

"Tell me, princess," Carol's chest nearly rumbled as she raised her voice. "I have to hear it from you."

"Yes, Carol!" You cried, knees buckling and fingers grasping at the wall behind you. "I need you to teach me, see another girl treat you right."

Her laugh was so dark, almost as if she was saying "exactly."

"Bucky, get my phone out of my pocket," She spoke, not taking her eyes off you. "Call Wanda on speaker."

And another wanton moan elicited from you by something Carol said, your pussy gripping tight around her fingers. Her thumb rolled around your clit as the dial tone sounded from the phone, before a click.

"Hey, baby." Wanda's blood red voice sounded from the device in Bucky's hand.

"Hey, pretty girl," Carol chimed. "I have my other girl wrapped around my fingers because she's being naughty as hell."

"Oh, needs to be taught a lesson?"

"Of course, what are you doing tomorrow?"

"You, hopefully."

"Good girl, need to teach this one what kind of girl I deserve."

"I'll see you then," Wanda understood time was of the essence as she spat your name. "Hurry up and come, don't leave Carol waiting."

Bucky tucked the phone away, watching as Carol sped up the movements on your clit as your legs definitely began to fail. "You heard her, hurry up and squirt for me, we have places to be."

It didn't take much as she continued to hook her fingers up, one more slap across your cheek and you were done for. Hips careering forward and you felt yourself gushing down your thighs and across the leg of Carol's suit.

You opened your eyes just in time to see Carol placing the fingers that'd just left you, onto Bucky's tongue. "Isn't she sweet as candy?"

As you straightened your dress, all eyes fall to the wet patch just above Carol's knee, the sound of her tutting filling the space. "You're lucky there's a car waiting, else I'd have you licking this up."

The three of you snuck out the back to the waiting car, your cheeks and chest hot from your girlfriend's open palm. You ran your fingertips over the spots, relishing the feeling she'd given you.

As you all piled into the back of the car, you heard Carol advise the driver you needed the partition up. It did nothing for the heat coursing through you, reminding you that this was in no way done yet.

Bucky slid in first, before Carol pushed you in and went in after you. As the car started off, she looked at you expectantly. "Hurry up, get your legs up."

Shuffling back, you spread your legs for them, one over Bucky's thigh and the other over Carol's. Her hands looped in the top of your dress, re-exposing your chest. "Start playing with that pussy, if you haven't come at least once by the time we get home there'll be hell to pay."

Wasting no time, you collected slick before running your fingers back up to circle your clit. You were still so sensitive from her fingers but you knew better than to argue. Your other hand came to tweak at your nipples as you watched Carol move above you.

She lent across where you were working between your thighs, hand grasping Bucky's jaw and pulling him into a kiss just moments before you. Watching her tongue move against his, the sounds they were making, had your hips lifting against your touch.

Carol moved Bucky's metal hand to your chest, his fingers quickly tugging at your nipples as he still moved his lips against your girlfriend. The view was like heaven, the both of them looking so godly and only for your viewing.

Whilst Bucky had a grip on one of your breasts, Carol pulled at your other, rolling it in her palm. It had you arching your back and raising your chest to her touch, cooing for her as her teeth pulled at Bucky’s lip.

“God, I can’t wait to let you live up to your words,” She breathed against his mouth. “Do everything you said, whilst she’s tied up and watching.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered to you, only slightly acknowledging your existence. “She have a seat in the room? Or would the view be better beneath us?”

You felt yourself pulse beneath your fingers, the thought of watching Bucky pounding Carol right above you nearly too much for you to take. Your cunt clenched around nothing, eager to be filled by just about anything at this point. Carol’s fingers, her strap, Bucky. Whatever was going, you would take it.

As you saw Carol’s hand slipping down to grip Bucky through his pants, you felt your orgasm closing in. He was outlined through the fabric and it didn’t take much to see that he was fucking huge. Not that he often let you forget it.

Bucky had spent a lot of his time siding up alongside you, pressing himself against your ass or your hip, whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to you - much like he’d done to Carol that evening. You often laughed it off, maybe giving him a cheeky grip against the zipper, but nothing more.

Now all those times you’d turned him down were coming back to bite you. well and truly. Images of being tied up and tossed aside in the bedroom whilst Bucky slammed a metal palm into the center of Carol’s shoulder blades and threw his hips into hers, they were the only thing you’d be treated to tonight.

Pulling up outside your house, Bucky trailed behind as Carol kept your arm bent behind your back. Her chest was tight to you as she hushed a whisper in your ear. “You still enjoying yourself?”

You nodded eagerly, moaning in earnest as you headed up into your shared space. Carol was pleased, for a fleeting moment, before she tightened her grip on you some more. “Course you are, dirty slut.”

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, big thighs wide spread as he watched Carol fixing the soft-rope to your wrists behind your back. His tongue ran along his bottom lip as you sat bare-naked and ready for any instruction. Carol’s attention was on perfecting her ties but she threw a comment over her shoulder.

“Anything you want to do to her before we start?”

And he was up, quick as anything, making his way to the armchair you were draped over. His fingers skimmed along your cheeks as he watched the way you gently wiggled in your confines. “These lips are usually only good for giving me shit, want to feel them around my cock.”

Carol, who was slipping out of her suit, looked over his shoulder to you. Her eyebrow raised in a look that meant “okay with you?”, so you were quick to nod with your tongue hanging out like a dog.

Bucky was quick with his zipper, too. His belt clattered to the floor as he shuffled his jeans down his thighs. Gripping his length in his right hand, it was flushed all the way to the tip and already dripping. This was something you’d describe as painfully hard.

Tapping it against your lips, you opened your mouth again and took him in. Your eyes occasionally fluttered to Carol and what she was doing in the background, but as they pricked with tears you focused them back on Bucky. Good tears, tears that ran down your cheeks as he stuffed himself right to the back of your throat.

The gagging noises only spurred him on, the wet sounds of you doing your best to fit him in. Sticking your tongue out, you managed to reach his balls, doing the best you could with no hands. The crop of curls at the base of his cock tickled your nose as he thrust into your face.

“Pull her hair, it makes her sing.” Carol instructed, still busying herself on the other side of the room.

He pulled what he could into his palm and tugged it tight, earning a hum from you that rattled through your throat. It hit him right where he needed it, surging his hips forward and prying a moan from him. You had to hand it to him, Bucky sounded fucking lovely when he was moaning for you. Maybe you needed to get on your knees for him more often.

His thrusts slowed until he was drawing back from you, spit covered cock leaving your mouth, and leaving you flushed thoroughly wrecked. Leaning down to you, he gripped your chin before pressing a kiss to your swollen lips, tapping your cheek gently nearly mimicking what Carol had done earlier.

Speaking of which.

“Right, you’re ready to give her a show?”

Bucky spun around, before stopping in his tracks with a trace of a dumbstruck expression. Despite the pain in your throat, you smiled at them both, leaning back in your chair and spreading your thighs.

Carol stood at the end of the bed, right hand slicking the lube up the length of her strap as she nodded to the bed.

“Come on Buck,” She grinned. “Arch your back like a good little bitch and get your mouth on her pussy.”

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Story prompt: Izuku and Ochako are sharing a meal, but since they're both dorks, it gets rather awkward, so they try to distract themselves from the embarrassment by eating more food. This only serves to make them bloated and gassy, which makes the awkwardness worse, thus sparking a vicious cycle.

This one ended up being huuuuuuuge :o

Warning: contains arousal belly kink bloating burps burp kink tummy rubs

Since he first joined UA Izuku was always really close to Ochako. The two of them were of best friends ever since that first practical hero exam they took with all those robots. As their journey continued the two only became closer and closer. Both had made lots of friends within the school and had their own lives but they never lost touch with each other as their academic and heroic adventures progressed.

So when Ochako invited Izuku over to her dorm to cook together Izuku was thrilled to do so. They'd spent tons of time already cooking together at summer camp before the league invaded and ruined everything so this was like putting on an old glove for them. One that slipped on just as easily as when they first started.

Of course because the two of them were so lost in talking with each other and just hanging out as they cooked they ended up making a lot more food than they originally expected they would.

Well, at least they'd have plenty of leftovers right?

They both eventually sat at the table and put everything they cooked together at the center. Obviously there was way more food than either one intended to eat but at least they could just pick at whatever they wanted if whatever was on their plates wasn't enough.

The two teenagers quickly started eating and straight away their faces lit up at how good everything tasted.

“Mmmm wow this is delicious Ochako!” Izuku praised and took in another pretty big mouthful. After swallowing it down with a pretty hearty gulp Izuku smiled back at Ochako. “You're a really great cook!”

Ochako blushed and took a bite herself unable to gush at the flavor. She gulped and waved her hand modestly. “Oh I just followed the recipe. It was a lot easier than usual with how fast you prepped all the ingredients. I guess with all those muscles chopping meat and veggies is a lot easier huh.”

It was Izuku's turn to blush when he heard that which made him turn to his food. He instinctively ate more to mask his blush. Ochako couldn't help but notice the way Izuku ate. For such a gentle boy Izuku had one of the biggest appetites in the entire school. He could often eat more than most of his most gluttonous classmates. And as he ate here Ochako noticed that he was taking really big mouthfuls and gulping them so heavily that she could practically hear his throat squelching from across the table. Her eyes couldn't help but follow the sizable lumps that emerged and pushed down his throat before disappearing behind his chest.

For some reason that sight made Ochako blush a little more. So she in turn ate more as if to distract herself. Though even then Ochako noticed that Izuky had just the cutest smile on his face when he ate. It was absolutely adorable. There really was such an endearingly boyish quality to Izuku. An innocence and adorability no other student at the school had. Though why she was thinking about that now she didnt know. Which might explain why she once again started eating more to take her mind off of her wandering thoughts.

Izuku finished in record time. He leaned back and sighed contently. “Ahh that was so good,” he said rubbing his stomach contently.

Surprisingly Ochako finished shortly after he did. She huffed very softly and smiled back at Izuku. “You said it Deku! This tasted better than usual for some reason!” She said and patted her tummy happily with both hands. Suddenly she hiccuped making her blush and very quickly cover her mouth. “Oops! Heh excuse me. Think I ate a little faster than usual there.”

“I noticed,” Izuku said with a blush of his own. “Maybe you were hungrier than you thought?”

“M-Maybe,” Ochako conceded. Then she turned to the food still at the table and smiled innocently. “Well good thing there's still so much more right?” She quickly loaded her plate with more food to distract herself.

“G-Good point. No reason we can't enjoy a little more when everything's still fresh,” Izuku said and joined Ochako in reloading his plate.

There was noticeably more on both of their plates than the first go especially Izuku's. The two teens quickly started eating more and seemed to relax a little when they did so. Everything just tasted that good.

Once again when she ate Ochako couldn't take her eyes off of Izuku. He wasn't ravenous like so many other boys in school when he ate. But something about watching him eat so much gave her a funny feeling. She couldn't peg what it was though. The hums he gave were so cute as was his smile. But the way she could see each gulp send a lump protruding down his throat and get capped with a very soft and subtle huff from the boy only stirred Ochako in a way she couldn't describe. But it certainly made her blush which only led to her eating even more to distract herself.

Something else caught Ochako's eye.

Izuku was eating so much that after a while his normally flat and muscular stomach looked like it was beginning to stick out. It wasn't entirely noticeable but his t-shirt was definitely looking noticeably more snug around the middle than it usually did. Why was that detail making her cheeks so warm?

Izuku's thoughts weren't much better. He couldn't not notice Ochako as she ate or how fast she was eating. It was surprising that a girl like her could eat so much and so quickly. And something about that fact caused a stir in Izuku's tummy. Almost like butterflies. Especially when he noticed her own flat tummy beginning to poke out from how much she was eating at so fast a pace.

Why did that detail catch his attention so much?

To take his mind off of that Izuku plowed through his second plate and eventually polished it off. Izuku huffed to himself and rubbed his belly. He still looked satisfied but also had a hint of weariness when he rubbed. Something about seeing Izuku massaging his tummy stirred Ochako even further prompting her to eat faster. Izuku appeared strained for a moment which made his rubbing stop. Instead his fingers tightened against his stomach and he held a fist up to his mouth in time to give a deep closed mouth burp. Even muffled the rumbling sound was pretty loud.

Izuku blushed and smiled sheepishly at Ochako. “...E-Excuse me.”

Ochako giggled and said “You're excused” playfully. But even her giggle didn't hide the fact that the sound had her blushing even more. What was wrong with her?

To Ochako's surprise Izuku quickly loaded his plate with even more food.

“Wow Deku you really are hungry aren't you,” she said.

“M-Maybe a little,” Izuku lied.

Ochako finished her own plate and followed suit. Both teens quickly distracted themselves with more food. Something about eating together without Iida there felt foreign to them. Not unwelcome but oddly anxiety inducing. It was hard to really describe because they both loved each others company and cared deeply for one another. Yet being alone and dining together felt...strange to them. Especially the act itself of just seeing each other eat. Was there something the two had in common and didn't realize until now?

By the time they finished their third plates both were noticeably more full than the first and second go. “Whew. Oh wow. This stuff is almost too good not to keep eating,” Izuku praised as he leaned back and rubbed his belly. It was definitely more noticeably bloated than it was before.

Ochako huffed in a slightly more exhausted way when she leaned back in her chair and held her bulging tummy in both hands. “Ohh man you're not kidding Deku. I'm so full,” Ochako said. And clearly she was even fuller than she realized because without warning Ochako burped loudly. Her face turned as red as Red Riot's dyed hair when she clamped her mouth shut with both hands and went completely wide-eyed. “Oh g-gosh excuse me! I'm so sorry!” She sputtered with embarrassment.

Izuku looked genuinely surprised to hear Ochako of all people give such an impressive burp. But he nonetheless giggled with genuine amusement and said, “Don't be sorry that was a good one!”

“Yeah but that was so unladylike and gross!” Ochako whined in a humiliated way.

“It's only natural. We both ate a lot and ate it real fast. Of course you're gonna have a lot of air in your tummy,” Izuku explained blushing a bit at saying the word 'tummy' out loud which even Ochako smiled somewhat at hearing despite her embarrassment.

Just to prove his point Izuku leaned back in his chair and patted his belly which caused a loud echoing burp to roll out of Izuku's mouth. He normally held them in which was why his closed mouth burps always rumbled so hard . But when he let them out freely they were some of the loudest a person could give.

Ochako was naturally taken back since Izuku was so well mannered. But not only did seeing him let loose so loudly dispel her embarrassment it also had her cheeks blushing for a different reason.

Izuku blushed after. Clearly even he wasn't used to letting out an eruption like that but he nonetheless giggled and smiled back at Ochako. “See?”

She couldn't help but smile gratefully at him for doing that just to make Ochako feel less embarrassed. “Thanks Deku.”

He simply beamed preciously back at her. Then a thought occurred to him. “Can I ask you something Ochako? Don't you usually go off campus with Tsu and Mina most weekend nights to eat out together?”

“Yeah but we've both been so busy these days I thought it might be nice if we could catch up. Just the two of us,” Ochako replied.

Izuku smiled softly. “I'm really glad you did. I always love getting to spend time with you.”

Ochako smiled right back in a very fond and familiar sort of way. “Me too Deku.”

Then Izuku said the quiet part out loud when he scratched the back of his mop of hair and innocently said, “You know from an outside perspective this would almost look like a date!”

The silence between them was deafening.

But the freakout was hilarious.

“A w-w-w-WHAT?!?!” Ochako sputtered with eyes like baseballs.

“AHHH! I-I DIDN'T MEAN LikE-O-OF COURSE THIS ISN'T A DATE!!!” Izuku flailed hysterically while laughing nervously. “JUST TWO FRIENDS HAVING DINNER RIGHT?!”

“R-RIGHT! N-NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THAT!!” Ochako insisted while laughing just as nervously and loudly as Izuku was.

“OF COURSE NOT! FRIENDS DO THAT ALL THE TIME DON'T THEY?”

“ALL THE TIME! JUST-A-ALL THE TIME! EVERY TIME!!!”

“EXACTLY!!”

“RIGHT!!! AND FRIENDS GET FUNNY FEELINGS WATCHING THEIR FRIENDS EAT ALL THE TIME TOO-” Ochako froze in place when she realized she said that part out loud.

Izuku was frozen in place mid-freakout. And in a hilariously deadpanned way he asked, “...What was that last part?”

Ochako's face looked like it was steaming. She sputtered in her inability to think of anything to say. So instead she turned to the food still at the table. “Y-You know I think I'm just really hungry! I'm just gonna go ahead and help myself!”

“G-Good call!” Izuku concurred and loaded his own plate with as much food as it could fit just as Ochako did. “It's still fresh after all! Tastes best going down when it's fresh right?”

“E-Exactly!” Ochako agreed and both immediately stuffed their faces with as much food as they could cram down their gullets at once. Absolutely anything they could do to shut themselves up before admitting anything else out loud.

It didn't matter how full either one was they just kept on eating and eating. Anything to get over the immense embarrassment both felt at admitting anything like romantic feelings towards one another. Such talk was absolute crazy talk after all. It had to be. At least that's what both teens convinced themselves in between swallowing one giant mouthful of food after another.

And the whole while they continued stuffing themselves their tummies continued to expand with the sudden rush of food going down their throats all at once. Both of their stomachs only continued to press and round out more and more with every few hearty gulps both took. Ochako's tummy was getting so big that her bare flesh was beginning to peak out from underneath her shirt. Izuku's tummy was even bigger revealing more of his pale stomach beneath his t-shirt and almost starting to ride up around his belly button. Their embarrassment was thus that they couldn't help just shoveling more and more food down their gullets without any train of thought to it beyond the same thought of “why did I say that?!” playing on loop in their heads respectively.

If these two were at a national eating contest they would win in a heartbeat at the rate they were eating.

The good news was that they had eventually gotten over their embarrassment in the midst of their flustered feeding frenzy. Unfortunately that only happened when the two of them had finished every bit of food they had prepped which left them both incredibly bloated and overstuffed beyond reason.

"Unnnngh...I can't believe we ate so much..." Ochako moaned scooting her chair back and rubbing her incredibly bloated tummy all over with both hands. She looked like she swallowed a beach ball with how round her belly had become in her embarrassment fueled binge.

Her big tummy gave a big grumble which caused an even bigger gas bubble to rush up her throat. Her cheeks puffed as she covered her mouth to try and hold it in but the force of it was so strong that she blew her hand back with a huge absolutely unladylike burp.

HHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAHHHPPP!!!!!!

She blushed immensely and covered her mouth after that powerful eruption ripped past her lush lips.

"...Ex-cuuuUUUuu-se...m-me-eurp-oh god..." Ochako's embarrassment was made even worse when she tried to excuse herself but accidentally burped in the middle of it.

Fortunately her embarrassment was short lived. The immensely overstuffed Izuku held his huge pregnant looking belly with both hands and let loose a giant burp that somehow dwarfed Ochako's in length and volume and practically echoed throughout her whole living quarters.

BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRHHHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOORRRRLPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ochako could seriously feel that record breaking eructation Izuku let loose rattle in her own bones. To say nothing of the blood it sent rushing both to her increasingly red face and her loins.

Izuku panted breathlessly. His huge belly rose and fell with his strained breathing after having so much air ripped out of him all at once like that. He tried to speak but grew strained. Instead he patted the side of his round bare belly hard and gave another burp. It wasn't as deafening as that monster he just let out but it still extended for a few seconds straight.

After Izuku leaned back in his chair and sighed while he ran his hands across his vast pale tummy. "Ohhhh man I'm ssssooo full..." Izuku moaned then brought a fist up to his mouth to give a deep closed mouth after burp.

He was so gassy and Ochako was loving it even if she wasn't faring any better.

The two teenagers struggled under the weight of their own tummies. But they fortunately managed to push themselves up and get themselves sitting down on Ochako's couch together. They sat down next to each other and their immensely stuffed tummies churned and grumbled noisily like washing machines.

Both them looked completely spent. They both groaned and massaged their overstuffed tummies which were gurgling heavier than they'd ever gurgled before.

"Ungh my tummy is killing me..." Ochako whined while she nursed her aching belly smoothly with her hands running up and down her tight bloated flesh. "...Why did we eat so much...?"

Izuku kneaded his much larger tummy until he gave another long throaty burp. Ochako blushed heavily at how she could feel it vibrate through the couch.

"...Wow you sure are burping a lot Deku," Ochako noted in a quieted tone of voice. Like she was doing her best to hide how much it was turning her on.

"Sorry I know it's gross but-"

"-I-I don't mind you can keep doing it!" Ochako blurted and blushed even more. She hoped she didn't sound too desperate when she said that.

Izuku scratched the back of his head whilst still massaging his churning tummy with one hand. "Well I was gonna say it's helping to ease some of the pressure in my tummy. You should let a few out too. It might make your own tummy hurt less."

To illustrate his point Izuku thumped his chest and gave another heavy burp that left him moaning after at how good it felt. Ochako watched Izuku knead and push down on his large round tummy really kneading his fingers into his flesh. And every time he did a really hearty burp would roll out of his throat so forcefully at times he'd even drool a little.

He normally would've been embarrassed about burping so much and so loudly around others especially Ochako. But he'd eaten so much that it was the only way he could settle his stomach down without getting sick.

Little did he realize how much Ochako was enjoying the show.

Ochako's blush wasn't going away anytime soon. She could've just sat there watching Izuku burp well into the night but she was still suffering a pretty bad tummyache herself. So she at least tried to take Izuku's advice to heart. Ochako kneaded her tummy trying to apply pressure that would force more gas out. After doing some kneading she was rewarded with a thick burp that tore out of her mouth.

HHUUUAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUHP!!!!!

It was pretty strong and left her huffing but didn't bring her the relief she was hoping it would. Especially when her tummy gave an even thicker grumble that made her cringe uncomfortably.

"There you go. Feel any better?" Izuku asked.

Ochako pushed down on her tummy again and managed to squeeze another burp out but it was a lot lighter and more strained.

"Ungh I think they're stuck..."

Izuku bit his lips and blushed himself. "...Can I...give you a hand...?" He suggested holding up his hand and gesturing to Ochako's belly.

His face was as red as hers in that moment. But Ochako quietly nodded and leaned back against the couch which made her big round tummy stick out more.

Izuku bit his lower lip and very hesitantly placed his hands on Ochako's belly. He almost whimpered at the way Ochako's bare skin felt beneath his fingers. Her flesh was smooth and soft yet as tight as his from how bloated they both were. He'd always fantasized rubbing ochako's tummy before but never imagined he'd get the chance to actually do so.

He was legitimately overwhelmed.

But once his nerves settled Izuku proceeded to rub Ochako's troubled tummy in smooth circles. Her stomach felt so warm from her natural warmth and the massive amount of fresh food she managed to eat all in one go like that. There was a light wobble to her tummy that caused everything inside of Ochako to slosh lightly with Izuku's hand movements.

Though Ochako's face was red at having Izuku touch her, she groaned at how good that touch felt against her utterly bloated stomach. That only made Izuku blush even more but he continued to rub. Izuku practically lost himself in the feeling of Ochako's tummy. He rubbed his hands across her tummy from the softer thicker bottom all the way to the rounded top of her stomach. The boy almost had to resist the urge to rest his ear against her belly and listen to it gurgling away.

While he rubbed he felt tense portions of skin where gas was brewing and pressed down on Ochako's belly carefully but firmly enough to dislodge the gas. His push was stronger than Ochako's meaning he got a larger portion of gas out. The result of which was a loud really deep burp that sounded like it came from the very depths of Ochako's stomach.

BWROOOUUUUUUUURRRAAAAHP!!!!!!!!

Ochako gasped heavily and covered her mouth out of instinct.

Izuku giggled softly and blushed himself. "Heh hey don't be sorry. A lot of the guys would probably be jealous if they could hear that. But did that at least help?"

"Yeah actually, it kind of relieved some of that tight painful pressure in my tummy," Ochako admitted.

Izuku couldn't help but smile at not being the only one who used the word 'tummy' in the room. "Should I keep going then?"

Ochako hummed and nodded a little more comfortably eager for Izuku's touch.

He continued rubbing her belly all over and using his fingers to push into her flesh. Izuku occasionally just got lost in marveling at Ochako's beautiful belly. The little freckles across her lower tummy and that unbelievably perfect looking belly button. He couldn't help placing his palm just over her navel and blushed furiously when he felt it up. Though when he applied pressure to it Ochako lurched with a sizable gas bubble working its way up her throat.

She instinctively covered her mouth and went wide eyed unsure if she was about to throw up at first.

Instead her hand was blown back as Ochako gave a massive burp that caused some drips of spittle to fly out of her delicate mouth.

HUUUUUUUUUAAAARRRRRRRUUUUUURRRAAAAAAAAHHHP!!!!!!!

As soon as that considerable gas pocket rushed out of Ochako another huge throaty burp followed almost instantly and jostled her tummy slightly in Izuku's trembling hands.

BBBRRRREEEEEEEEUUUUUUUURRRROOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAAAUUUP!!!!!!!

Izuku was kind of stunned. He'd never heard a girl burp so loudly or so frequently in his life, not even Mina. And the absolute last person he expected to hear such sounds from was Ochako.

It was incredibly surprising...and surprisingly hot at the same time. Especially the way her tummy felt like it was jiggling in his hands as the burps rolled out of her.

He smiled and gave the side of her tummy a few pats. "There you go just get it all out," he said.

And Ochako certainly didn't have any problem with that. The more Izuku kneaded her belly the more Ochako found herself burping frequently and quite loudly. There had to be a lot of pressure in her tummy to see her burping so much and so hard.

After a really long eruption rolled out of the girl she slumped back against the couch panting breathlessly. The relief she felt was incredible.

"Ungh...ohhh...w-ooOOOOOoooowwW!!!" Ochako blushed even more despite her decidedly crass onslaught of expulsions just a moment ago. She thought she got it all out but ended up burping the word 'wow' out unexpectedly.

But Izuku saw her embarrassment and grinned. He kneaded his own tummy and gave it a firm pat to burp his response right back.

GooOOod...

...ooOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEE!!!!!!

UUUUURRRRrrrhpp!!!!

Ochako looked surprised to hear sweet Izuku burp talk the response "good one" back at her before just letting out a deep burp at the end. She managed a strained giggle but was blushing furiously.

"I did that on accident...you can burp-talk on command like that?" Ochako asked looking visibly flustered which Izuku didn't seem to catch onto.

"Heh yep! Trick I picked up on as a kid but I don't do it much these days since it's pretty childish."

Between the relief Izuku provided having his hands all over her tummy and her burping her brains out moments ago Ochako's thirst crept up and got the best of her.

"...Well it is just us...besides," Ochako reached over and sneaked herself a feel of Izuku's belly by giving it a playful pat making the much larger tummy ripple a little as everything inside sloshed around and gurgled. "It sounds to me like your tummy could use a little relief too."

Izuku hiccuped from the patting and then Ochako began to gently rub Izuku's much larger belly in a more sensual way. Her touch made him shiver. But it also made his tummy gurgle richly. He grunted and rubbed his chest tenderly.

"Nrf good point. Do you want me to say anything?"

She knew almost right away what she wanted to hear and nudged that large swollen tummy of his insistently when she answered. "...Could you try...burping my name?"

Her thirst was so palpable at that point that even sweet and oblivious Izuku finally picked up on what she was asking and why. There was a slight flicker in his big adorable eyes. Izuku grinned and took in some air until he couldn't take anymore in. Then he leaned in a little closer and gave Ochako exactly what she wanted.

OoooooooooooooOOooooooooo-

chAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaak...

...ooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRrrmmmph!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Izuku burped out Ochako's name straining in the middle until he massively burped out the last syllable in her name stretching it out for as long as he could until he intentionally closed his mouth at the end and let it turn into a big closed mouth burp that Ochako could hear rumbling right in her ear until it ended.

To say that Ochako's arousal reached a fever high would be the ultimate understatement.

Izuku subtly blew the gas out from the side of his mouth and gave his blushing friend a smile that was a cross between sultry and cheeky.

"We should do this again sometime," Izuku said and gently ran his hand over Ochako's burbling tummy.

Ochako leaned in and caught Izuku by surprise by planting her lips onto his. Clearly she couldn't agree fast enough.

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