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too-much-tma-stuff · 10 months

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Do What I Cannot

This is based on My Graveyard Song because I was captivated by the idea of Danny’s parents burying him alive. That’s basically the only part I took though. This is about him being confronted with his parents again once freed.

This is unedited so feel free to point out mistakes. Contains graphic description of violence.

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The Justice League’s newest hero has been a wonderful asset, truly! Phantom is a rather powerful hero and even though some of his methods are a little questionable he follows the ‘no killing’ rule more strictly then some of the long-term members. Even if it’s just because he doesn’t want to deal with them as ghosts it still counts. Some of the more magical people have an idea that Phantom is more powerful then he’s letting on, but they don’t push it. After all he’s still just a teenager, they don’t really want to have him dealing with universal threats either.

Honestly even if he weren’t a hero Batman at least would have kept him around for the impressively positive affects he has on Red Hood. Jason had been calmer and more reasonable then he had been since his resurrection since digging up that grave and teaming up with Danny. It was just a little unsettling sometimes honestly, sometimes his eyes would glint with the green of the Lazarus waters and everyone would tense up prepared for an aggressive outburst only for Jason to announce he needed to find Danny and leave. The more suspicious minds found it odd, but they figured it was just because Phantom could calm Jason down and didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Really the only problem was that knowing Phantom had alerted them to a potential new source of threat that they really knew very little about. The JLD knew some but not enough and the ways they had to fight ghosts were clunky and unreliable, they needed weapons that would work on ghosts. Not Phantom obviously, though the overly cautious ones privately thought about him too, just in case you know? And there weren’t many people who specialized in such tech, so of course their search lead them to the Drs. Fenton.

The magic users thought their methods were crude and crazy but had to admit they clearly worked so maybe it would be best to invest in at least some of their tech. At least to study and see if it could be improved on. So they were invited for a meeting, and it was decided Phantom would Not be told. Mostly because they didn’t want to stress him out and also because they’d learned these two were ‘shoot first ask questions later’ types who apparently didn’t believe there was such a thing as a good ghost so they might actually try and kill Danny on sight, which would be awkward.

The presentation they gave to the Justice League was predictably unhinged and they knew well enough to take all of it with a grain of salt, especially the part about all ghosts being evil. Danny had already explained it to them, that ghosts were driven by obsessions which meant they behaved differently then humans but the majority only lashed out when something got between them and their singular passion. Some were different, some had malicious passions and some were more complicated. Diana and J’onn both looked like they were trying hard not to pick a fight but they’d all agreed to smile and nod till they got access to the tech.

There was a familiar sudden chill in the room, looking around Batman could tell a few others felt it too, though Flash was typically oblivious.

“Oh dear,” J’onn whispered before Phantom appeared.

“Hey guys what’s up?” He asked, cheerful but slightly accusatory, they should have known better then to think they could keep the meeting from him. Before they could think of anything to say Danny’s eyes caught on the Fentons and narrowed.

“GET DOWN!” Jack yelled pulling out one of those stupid blasters from somewhere.

“What a perfect chance for a demonstration,” Maddie said, sliding on a pair of gantlets.

“You-you don’t recognize me, do you?” Danny asked, and for a moment he looked hurt, then something happened none of them had ever seen before, his eyes turned red. The toxic green they were used to changed to a deep, blood red and his feet touched the ground as he stalked forward. Jack shot, Danny didn’t break stride, a green shield blocked the blast like it was nothing. Maddie tried to lung and was immediately hit in the gut by one of Phantom’s ecto-blasts, knocking her back against the glass.

Batman leapt up and tried to lung and stop Phantom only to hit a wall that rippled with green, a bubble surrounding the ghost and the two hunters, invisible until struck.

Danny grinned, shark like teeth on full display without any mirth, white hair whipping in an unfelt wind, flowing so it almost looked like flames. “I guess I look a lot different then I did when you buried me alive huh? How long did you leave me? Because you ‘couldn’t kill you son’ so you thought it would be more merciful to lock me away till everything human about me rotted.”

“No,” Maddie gasped, recognition suddenly sharp and painful on her features.

“Yes ‘mom’,” Danny snarled bitterly. Jack tried to shoot again but the blaster was knocked out of his hands so quickly no one was sure what hit him before it could fully charge. “YOU MADE ME! AND YOU ABANDONED ME! You’re lucky someone found me, I would have gotten strong enough to break out on my own eventually and if I had I would have destroyed everything.”

“Oh my god, his parents?” Diana nearly whispered. Batman understood how she felt, Danny didn’t like to talk about how he’d ended up buried ‘alive’, that his parents were the ones who had done it… that was horrific. It made sense why he had never been able to speak about it, but Damn that would have been good to know before they had invited Danny’s abusers to give a presentation on weapons that had no doubt been used to hurt him. And now.. what? They couldn’t get to Danny, it seemed like he had gotten to the point that Raven did sometimes when her emotions overwhelmed her, could they get to Danny? Could they stop him from doing something he might regret?

“You are not our son,” Maddie hissed, her breathing still coming in a harsh wheeze from the blow to her stomach. “Danny is dead! He’s gone. You’re just an acto-entity imitating him, and not even well, you’re just a parasite.”

Danny seemed to be losing some control of his form, it was stretching, getting taller, his fingers curling into dangerous claws tipped with the blackness of the star studded void. “Pathetic mortals, you act as if you will never die, but you will join my kingdom. Perhaps it will be punishment enough to become what you hate, perhaps not. Perhaps I will speed up the process so you can’t hurt anyone else,” He snarled his hands beginning to glow with familiar green of his energy blast.

“Danny stop!” Superman said, hitting the burier to try and get through but not even he could break it. Danny didn’t seem to be responding to them though he was hesitating.

Batman was resigning himself to watching Phantom kill his once parents before Jason walked by him. Batman wasn’t usually taken by surprise, but he was shocked, and worried, both because he could see the green glow of pit madness through the eyes of his helmet, which was worrying, and because he walked through the burier keeping the rest of the heroes out like it was nothing.

He walked to Danny, taking his hand, there was a soft sizzle as the gathered green energy burned Jason’s hand without him even seeming to notice. He pulled Danny down to the ground from where he was floating, pulling the young hero into his arms. Danny let himself be pulled into Jason’s arms, the green energy fizzling out as he wrapped his own arms back around Jason’s waist, hiding against his chest. As the anger faded he slumped against Jason’s chest.

Just as the heroes were breathing a sigh of relief and relaxing Maddie went for the dropped gun. But she wasn’t fast enough as Jason drew his own pistol, the one with live ammo, and put a bullet in her head. Diana cried out in shock and Batman froze as blood and brain matter splattered over the watchtower floor and her body slumped. Before anyone could recover Jack followed, another shot executioner style and Batman had to turn away.

The watchtower was completely silent, enough so that he could hear Phantom’s soft sniffles as he cried into Jason’s chest. When Batman looked back Jason had holstered his gun and was just holding Danny Close. The green had faded enough from his eyes that it seemed safe, Batman approached warily and wasn’t surprised to find that the invisible burier was gone now that both the Fenton’s were dead.

“I’m sorry,” Danny said softly as he heard the approach, without emerging from his hiding place in Jason’s arms where he seemed to feel safe. “I wasn’t actually going to kill them, but I guess my want to, my emotions, were strong enough to make Jason respond. I didn’t mean to call you that way.” He looked up at Jason, his eyes green again though red rimmed from tears.

“It’s alright, I would have done it anyway,” Jason growled, holding Danny even tighter. “I’ve killed people for less, they deserved it.”

Batman took a deep breath forcing himself to keep his cool about his son’s constant flouting of his no killing rule, now was not the time to make Phantom feel worse. “Jason why don’t you take him down to one of the sitting rooms so he can calm down.” No doubt Phantom was reliving trauma, and grieving because even if he wanted them dead they had been his parents.

Jason nodded and scooped Danny into his arm who let out an indignant little squawk and insisted he could walk while making no attempt to actually get down. Jason ignored Danny’s performative complaints and kept the young hero’s head hidden against his chest so he wouldn’t have to see the corpses of his parents while Jason carried him out of the room.

Now, how best to deal with the aftermath of… all this. And later on he really would have to ask Danny and Jason what he’d meant by Jason responding to his energy, because it seemed like there might be something more to their relationship then just Danny calming Jason down and that was worrying to say the least.

Part 2: here

#danny phantom #maddie fenton #jack fenton #Maddie and Jack are bad parents #buried alive #tw gun violence #batman #superman #dc x dp #jason todd #can be read as dead on main #Danny got buried alive #full dead AU #Jason is Danny's thrawl but they're super chill about it

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haileyywrites · 1 year

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Summary: After most nurses and doctors were either scared away or refused to treat the would-be-god you volunteered to do it, much to everyone's bewilderment. Though he was crude and difficult to deal with you never gave up on him. He couldn't understand why this was...

Partings: Scaramouche/Balladeer/Wanderer x gn!reader

Notes/Warnings: Completely gender neutral reader! Poc friendly! Reader is a nurse! Reader is "threatened" by him, but it's light-hearted! Scara/Wanderer is a bit possessive! Sweet fluff!

After the defeat of the Balladeer he was in dire need of medical attention and the benevolent god she was Lord Kusanali ordered the Akademia's doctors to treat him. Many outright refused after all he had done to them and their Archon, clearly forgetting it was the Grand Sage who locked her away in the first place... Those who didn't outright refuse stopped after bare minimum was done to treat him and refused to continue treating him any further. You weren't a doctor, but you could continue to take care of his injuries as a nurse - you actually volunteered to do so, someone had to take care of him so why not you?

You didn't understand what all the fuss was about as he had been asleep since his defeat and it never caused any problems for you when you took care of him - if anything it was easier, yet your coworkers feared and despised him as if he was some kind of monster. For someone so feared and powerful his sleeping face sure was like an angels... You didn't know what came over you as you slowly reached closer to his face and his silky indigo locks. You were stopped moments before you could make contact with his porcelain face as he grabbed your wrist tightly, a gasp of horror and surprise left your mouth.

“Where am I?” He demanded instantly, his violet eyes glaring at you with burning fury.

“At the medical station!” You managed to answer.

You winced painfully as his hold on your arm didn't relent, if anything he held on even tighter! You could hear your heart beating erratically in your ears as panic began settling in from his painful hold on your arm - luckily the door was opened and Lesser Lord Kusanali walked in. The Balladeer let go and pushed you away to the side where you remained frozen as the two began conversing with one another. You couldn't listen in on their conversation as you were too busy trying to calm yourself down...

You too were reluctant to continue treating him in fear he would get more physical with you in the future, but as you looked at him while he was conversing with the Dendro Archon you could see the broken and defeated person he truly was. He had simply been scared and confused of where he was and likely though you were a threat to him as he had just woken up. He felt vulnerable after his defeat and woke up to a stranger reaching for his face - of course he would react the way he did.

To everyone else's surprise - including his, you agreed to continue treating him until he recovered. He wasn't quite happy with having someone taking care of him and though you didn't relish upon taking care of the person who tried to overthrow your god it was still your duty and a task given by the Archon herself. You didn't blame others for not accepting the task, but still frowned upon them for forgetting their sworn oath of treating any patient. The patient himself didn't make things any easier by acting difficult and annoyed at everything possible, but you didn't let it hinder your work.

At first it felt like constantly walking on eggshells around him before you decided to just ignore him and not entertain his antics or attitude. This made him even more annoyed, but eventually he gave up and allowed you to do your job with minimal complaints, though his attitude was back the moment someone other than you tried treating him or even entered his room... You weren't sure exactly why this was, perhaps you had gained some form of trust after treating him for some time or respect for not cowering like the others and not allowing him to bully you. Perhaps it was both. The only exception was Kusanali as he seemed to at least respect her in some capacity after she defeated him with the help of the traveler.

Your interaction was minimal to non-existent at the beginning, neither of you wanted to engage with one another and both of you were fine with it. You were just doing your job like you were told to, he just needed to let you do it and you would be out soon enough. But as time slowly went by both of you became more talkative and you would stay around longer. He mostly liked just criticized everyone and everything around him - but very rarely did he mention you during his rants about how everyone and everything around him sucked. You started noticing how he and his awful personality had started to slowly grown on you, like fungus!

“Good morning!” You said cheerfully.

“What's so good about it? And it's hardly morning anymore.” He grumbled.

“It's only ten o'clock, it's still morning for most people. You also don't have to take everything so literally! If you want to be grumpy then be grumpy, but you don't need to sour everyone else's moond.” You smiled at his light glare.

“I'm not grumpy. If only you knew what would be done to you if I wasn't still bedridden.” He warned.

“Yeah, yeah. Now let me change your bandages and then get ready to take your medicine.” You gave him a look telling him to not fight against you again.

“Tsk. I know, don't treat me like a child.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Then don't act like one.” You kept smiling at the light-hearted threats and daily banter.

You carefully take off and change his bandages to fresh ones, you were glad to see he seemed to be healing very well. Perhaps it was because he wasn't human... Of course you were informed of it by Lord Kusanali, it was vital information for you to treat him correctly as your patient. Honestly you weren't entirely sure of what you were doing since you've never treated a non-human patient, but thus far he seemed to be doing just fine. Even his complaints had become increasingly rare the longer you treated him and spent time with him.

Still, even after all this time his eyes were on you like a hawk as he watched your every move carefully while you treated him. Every touch of yours gave him goosebumps and made him lightly shiver despite how many times you had done it, he likely hadn't had close contact like this in a long time. It made you feel sad for him that the only person to give him positive contact was his nurse... You didn't know about his past or even really know him, you were just a nurse after all. But you could tell there was huge trust issues caused by something in his past that still effected him to this day.

You quickly fetched him his medicine, which he took without complaint for once. “Alright, that's it for today! Food such arrive in an hour so just rest or occupy yourself until then.”

“You're leaving early?” He suddenly asked.

“Um... Yes, I have some plans for today. Is something wrong?” You asked concerned.

“No. You just aren't usually in a hurry.” He mumbled.

“Oh, I see. Well, have a good rest of your day then, I'll see you tomorrow!” You waved him goodbye - which he did not return as per usual.

Somehow you got the feeling he was upset despite denying it... His face was the same grumpy expression as before, but something just told you he wasn't just being grumpy. Perhaps it was because of time you had spent together had made him grow attached to your presence and conversations, since others rarely wished to speak to him and he even less with them. Still, you couldn't rule out that he was speaking the truth and was simply surprised to see you leave early.

Absentmindedly you turned back to look up at his window and were surprised to see him looking back down at you - both of you freezed and continued to stare at each other in surprise for some time. You managed to finally snap out of it and once again waved him goodbye with a small smile, he broke off from his trance and just looked away with an annoyed expression. You turned back around as you continued on your way, still perplexed by his unusual behavior.

When you returned the next day he was again by the window watching as you came in, had he been waiting for you? This behavior was completely unusual for him and you had no idea how long he had been standing there since he tended to not rest long, because he didn't require sleep. You felt a bit bad for leaving early yesterday when he kept acting like this, as if he was lonely... For most it would be hard to imagine someone like him to feel lonely, but to you it seemed like loneliness was something he was all too accustomed to.

“So, where did you go yesterday?” He asked as you entered his room.

You turned around to look at him with a confused expression, “Um.. I went out with some friends.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“What's with these questions lately?”

He looked away from your gaze with tinted cheeks, “Nothing. Just wondering...”

“Okay, well yes I did. We went to my favorite restaurant that I haven't visited in some time.” You smiled fondly at the memory.

“...”

“Good news! It looks like you're fully healed, but I'll have another doctor take a look just in case.” You smiled brightly.

“Is that really necessary?” He sighed.

“It is!” You didn't stop to listen to his protests or complaints as you quickly rushed out to fetched another doctor for a second opinion.

The entire time he was examined by the other doctor he had an angry scowl on his face, but did as the doctor instructed while looking at you with an annoyed expression. You were used to it by now and just smiled back at him to annoy him even more. The doctor confirmed what you had said, he was completely healed and no longer in need of bedrest. The other doctor quickly got up to fetch Lesser Lord Kusanali for instructions or orders on what to do with him next now that your job was done.

“Happy to finally get rid of me?” He asked nonchalantly, but genuinely sounded at least slightly hurt by the idea.

“Happy that you're healthy! As for getting rid of you...” You were interrupted by the door opening.

Lesser Lord Kusanali walked through with the blonde traveler and their companion not far behind. You bowed your head slightly in respect and stepped back to allow them closer to your patient. The traveler and the Balladeer didn't look happy to see each other in the slightest, they threw petty insults at each other and you could finally see the progress you had made with him. Though he complained and "threatened" you it wasn't like this at all... Those two were not kidding, but wouldn't act on their threat's with Nahida scolding them. With you it was always clearly light-hearted and you weren't ever in danger despite his personality.

“After what you've done I've decided I'll have to have someone watch you before I can trust you not to cause anymore harm to Sumeru and it's citizens.” The Archon proclaimed.

“Hah! You'll give me a babysitter?” He laughed dryly.

“Yes. It will hopefully be only temporary, but that depends entirely on you.” She nodded.

“I hope you didn't invite us here for that!” The flying pixie shrieked.

“Well... I was going to suggest it, but it seems it would be better we find someone with less of an antagonist history.” She pondered.

You didn't know what came over you and before you could think or stop yourself the words flew out of your mouth, “Lord Kusanali! If I may, then I would volunteer to look after him.”

“What?!” He and the traveler shouted in unison.

“Hmm. Are you sure?” Nahida carefully asked.

“Yes. I think I may be one of the only people in Teyvat who can stand him.” You smiled.

“Excuse me?” He glared at you.

“Then I'll trust you to keep looking after him.” The Archon smiled at you with an approving look.

“Paimon's still worried...” Paimon said.

“It's okay! I've been his caregiver thus far so looking after him should be no problem.” You reassured her and the worried looking traveler.

“Do I get no say in this?” He scowled.

“Do you have an objection?” Nahida asked.

There was a brief silence as the Balladeer turned to look at your slightly hurt expression before he sighed loudly, “No.”

“Then it's settled!” The young Archon announced.

Mostly everyone was satisfied with the outcome, though some had their worries about it. It wasn't a problem like you had assured them as your dynamic didn't change much, you would spend more time together as he lived with you. Still, much to the dismay of Wanderer the traveler would occasionally visit you to see how you were doing, while it was incredibly sweet it was entirely unnecessary as you always told him. The person they knew had changed much after his defeat - including changing his name to fully start over.

He also never gave you a reason to actually "watch him" like you had said you would, most days he would simply follow you around as you ran errands ect. Sometimes you would follow him around if he had something to do like meet Nahida, which he did quite frequently - you of course gave them space unless you were asked to stay. You were both quite content with this dynamic despite his previous protests.

Even after Nahida told you she no longer required you to watch after Wanderer you didn't stop hanging out, you had grown too close by then. After being abandoned by those he trusted countless times he wasn't just about to let you do the same after all you had done to make him care for you. Thankfully you weren't about to leave him be either, he didn't even move out of your home after being released of the watch he was under.

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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sherlock x work rival reader. they're same on skills like sherlock has. and sherlock doesnt like it. on a case, they got partnered up, both of them hate it. at one point while gathering data/evidences, they got stuck on a closet/elevator, and things kinda heated up buttt they didnt go further bcs they were found/freed sooo later on that day, at night they continued it. 👀 🔥

basically a co worker rival, enemies to lovers, stuck on a closet trope one 😁

‘Sweetheart’

Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

-DAMN. i lost the plot on this one BUT I LOVE THE IDEAAAAA <3 smutty enemies to lovers is my absolute fave, this is super long and should’ve definitely been a part 2 but fuck it we ball. enjoy u whores x

It was impossible. The slightest idea of someone attaining the same skill set as Sherlock made his eye twitch- but it wasn't an idea, it was a reality. You were impeding on everything he's ever known; the only person he knew that came close to his level of intelligence and observational deductions was Mycroft but he's hardly any threat to him, bonded by blood. You, however, were as pesky as you were threatening to his position and, to put it crudely, his ego.

Sherlock hated it, immensely. His blood burning cold at the mention and sight of your name. He cursed it relentlessly, no one could possibly be like him: he was one of a kind, a miracle of intelligence and a pioneer of human behaviour. It didn't seem like he was the only one. John seemed to mention you in passing only as a means to rile him up and lose his train of thought and confidence. He was always met with a defiant 'don't talk about her.' John had never seen him act like this before, almost as if he was threatened and scared; he was sure he wouldn't be able to live to see the day.

When you first walked into the room and presented yourself and called yourself a consulting detective, Sherlock laughed. When his eyes raked up to deduce everything and anything about your life, he was met with a hard and blank face- void of all emotion. Your face was almost lifeless, you weren't darting your eyes all around awkardly trying to figure out why Sherlock was laughing at...you stared directly at him with death defined and thinned eyes, absolutely not in the mood for games. You cocked and tilted your head whilst you stared him down blankly and he immediately caught that you weren't like anything he's experienced. You were extremely emotionally distant and didn't squander your time with games, your mouth was a hard line and you gave him a quick look of slight distaste. You didn't even ask who he was, you just ushered Lestrade to ‘’get "'him"' out of here.’’ The great Sherlock Holmes belittled down just to a 'him?' Did you not know who he was? The power his name held? He'd never experienced this type of treatment before and it made a slight shiver course through him.

You were now both here on another case, obviously not satiated with the amount of murder and death both sets of eyes see daily, an addict need of a daily fix. Lestrade had another one and surprisingly he needed both of you on it. Sherlock was despairing at the idea of both of you being partnered up, the woman he loathes, the woman he hates. It was his worst nightmare and now it was becoming a reality. Sherlock didn't have John with him either. He wanted to gather enough of you to catch you out with an overdue deduction and prove to everyone else you were nothing like him. That he would always remain superior.

‘’Why the hell is he here?’’ Your face could barely contain your annoyance at Lastrade, you were sure every bone in your body was turning brittle, the bones crunching by grinding your jaw. The dead body that you were all fawning over providing an insight into the case ahead.

‘’Get her out of here, I'll be able to get this finished by the end of the day without her pathetic ramblings.’’ Sherlock waved at you to shoo, completely undermining your competence.

‘’I'll be able to finish it in half the time.’’ You inched forward and scrutinised him through challenging eyes.

‘’Shut up, the both of you. I need your brains for this and I need you to work together, if not another person will end up like this and I doubt you'll want that kind of blood on your hands.’’ Lestrade finally struck the air as a means to shut you up.

‘’Brief me.’’ You said deapan.

‘’Female, 23, blunt force trauma to the head. It's likely that the same person that killed her killed the other four women we found earlier this month. she was about to wed but her engagement ring was-‘’

‘’Stolen!’’ You and Sherlock blurted at the same time, so sure of it all, incredible minds melding into one. His face darted to the side to register both of your reactions but you weren't as startled as he was.

‘’Time span is thinning. It's obvious he can't keep to his strict schedule of a kill every week...ohhh he's getting impatient he's getting sloppy and disorganised. Always have to wait for them to make a mistake, he took the ring and cut a good chunk of her hair off and stole the ring, he's motivated by rage and sexual drive now. The murder isn't just doing it for him anymore and oooooh that was his big mistake I’ll be able to find the guy in about 2 hours.’’' You hadn't even heard of the case before and you didn't even need to fully inspect the body, only briefed by a few sentences and you already knew what he was doing next. Your smirk and brightened face only told stories of certain and unwavering success.

Sherlock was about to deduce the exact same thing but his face was frozen and his mouth forgot how to speak, he couldn't get a word in edgeways. Lastrade just gave you a funny look and Sherlock's eyes held a noticeable fear. He had never felt threatened in his life before but he shook the thought out of his head and his obnoxious hubris rose once again.

‘’Trophies.’’ Sherlock said way too casually as he walked out of the room of where the body was laying, you and Lestrade on his coat tails like always.

‘’Collecting trophies as a way for compensating for his erectile dysfunction and 2 hours..? Let go of yourself sweetheart, I'd be the one to tell you that you're spreading yourself thin but I think you know that already.’’

‘’Call me sweetheart and I think I'll start my own trophy collection.’’ You pulled him back to stop him in his tracks and look in his stupidly smug face while you were promising on your threat.

‘’I'd like to see you try and fail.’’ Sherlock was inching closer to your face as a means to intimidate you but it wasn't working, he was just met with this challenging mutual stare, unwavering, faces filled with contempt like two arguing children.

‘’Stop bickering...and get this sorted. Now.’’ Lestrade rolled his eyes and parted ways with both of you, on his way to check in on the actual detectives on the case and not two amateur genuises he so graciously let in on these cases.

You and Sherlock began walking out of the house to catch a taxi and the disdain and cold attitudes were radiating off of the both of you. It's not that he hated the idea of a partner, John was a fine example of that, he just hated that someone else in the world other than his bloodline was able to read people like he can. Though he was physically unable to admit it, it was also because you were a woman. The scent of your hair when you put it up, the quirk of your eyebrows when you were focused in on something and drowning the rest of the world out. He couldn't read you. It was just a drawn out question mark.

‘’Don't need 2 hours to figure out that the suspect is white, mid 40s and lives in a suburbian eutopia, divorced, rarely sees his kids but lives in a house big enough to fill the extended family he doesn't have.’’ You thumbed the taxi down and both of you clambered in on the back.

‘’A fairly obvious conclusion. How'd you get to it?’’ He said with clear sarcasm watering his words.

‘’It's always the middle aged white guy people have to be afraid of. Bundy, Son of Sam. ...Anyone with a brain stem knows that.’’

‘’Not because you've been indoctrinated by true crime documentaries and podcasts from a young age?’’ Sherlock deduced and your eyes darted to his in surefire surprise, you weren't sure how he knew that. You took your time displacing all of your personal matters, it was a skill no one can have: being able to see through you. You tried to feign your nervousness and ignore what he just said. It could of been a bias guess into how you got into this field of work. No big deal.

‘’Highgate. He lives in Highgate.’’ Sherlock stated simply as if the answer was clear all along; you couldn't see it however and your face was of utter confusion when you stared at his smug smirk. ‘’Driver take us to Highgate please.’’ He said to the taxi driver and the car started moving.

‘’How could you possibly know that?’’ You sounded more surprised than you ought to; it was difficult to deny that he was incredibly talented, he was the only one that can see and think the way you can. Sherlock had the ability to breeze through the things that everyone thought was impossible like you could. You admired that, but he made it his mission to thrive through revalry. Granted you never liked him in the first place but you hated him even more for making everything a competition for the sake of hatred. The boiling blood between you was heating up once more.

‘’See I'm right, you're just like them. It's obvious, isn't it? The thin layer of mud on the floor next to the body is tinged yellow, something native to Highgate and only Highgate. clear as day.’’ Sherlock was obnoxious in tone, belittling you through subtext and quite literally.

‘’Hm.’’ You huffed and by that he took that you were impressed, he smiled out of the window before an idea pinged in his head whilst looking at the hotel in his peripheral.

Hotel. His eyes creased at the thought as if he was thinking. The small fragments of information coursing through his mind to spell out: Hotel.

The next murder is going to be in a hotel. He's taunting the police. He's murdering near every crime scene he leaves.

‘’Stop the car!’’ He yelled at the driver and you were pulled out of your daze, mind rattled with the obvious but still unexpected shift in character. The taxi stopped to a halt, the breaks searing hot as the vehicle was outside the hotel.

‘’What?! What is it!?’’ You yelled after Sherlock as he stumbled out of the taxi, his movements sharp and rigid.

‘’Hotel!’’

‘’Sherlock! You fucking idiot, wait!’’ You hurridely pulled out a few bills and shoved it in the drivers face before ultimately following him in his tracks and shutting the car door.

His mind was racing, he didn't have time to catch up with you and your frail movements. A muder was going to happen at some point here in this hotel and he was going to be the one to find him and catch him in the act. You were both in the cool, marbled lobby with the obvious fake and overdone gold finery. Sherlock was rushing to the elavator and you hated that you felt inclined to follow him and his absurd ideas, you hated him but you respected his leads. You were't completely warped and cut off from amicable society like he was.

‘’Elevator.’’ Sherlock punched the arrow up on the steely metal elevator. It was a janky thing, shaking as it arrived down and pinged at where you both where. It finally came to you in a flash through your foggy mind, Hotel. The killer was getting cocky, he's killing near the crime scenes as a display of power. Your eyes widened as you both got in, giddy on the fact you were going to catch this guy in the act. only you and Sherlock would be dizzy with glee over something as morbid as this.

"21. Floor 21.’’ You got to the number quicker than Sherlock did, his mouth quirked slightly as you crossed over his body to get to the pad and the way you finally caught on, he didn't even get to the idea of which floor he could be on. He could feel the scent of you, it was palpable. You smelt sweet, not too sugary not too clean. Just a natural sort of musk he couldn't seem to define which brand it was from.

You both looked straight ahead to the bleakness of metal infront of you as the elevator was lifting you up like a cloud in air. No need to talk when your thoughts were enough chatter in your heads. The jolt of the elevator dragged you out of your head, the sudden clang and whirr making everything around you seem less secure. Until it fully stopped.

‘’Shit.’’You blasphemed as you went over to the pad and pressed the button that made you talk to reception or control. All you heard was radio silence, the buzzing of it just intense static. ‘’Hello? Can you hear us? We're stuck.’’

You attempted to convey something but you were met with no one. House with the lights on and no one home.

‘’Hello? Get your silly little heads out of your arseholes and-‘’ Sherlock was already starting with people who weren't even there and you had to cut him off before he was about to go on a tangent with an imaginary ghost.

‘’Call Lestrade. Let him make the arrest.’’ You turned to face Sherlock, eyes exhausted and tired but obviously not surprised you would end up in an small enclosed area with him of all people. God, as if this day couldn't get any worse, you were sure you were experiencing your worst nightmare. You were met with Sherlock's aghast expression, as if someone had taken his favourite toy away.

‘’What? No! I'm catching this idiot, I found him, I'm going to see the life leave his eyes when I find him.’’

‘’A woman's life is on the line here, can you just stuff down your obnoxious hubris for one second and think about someone else for a split second of your life? Call Lestrade and tell him we're here.’’ Your face was that of sorrowful pity, all of this intelligence you harboured didn't wash away your compassion or your humanity like Sherlock did. He was jarred at your emotional ties with a woman you never even met, your eyes wer wild in fear and it was difficult seeing you lose yourself like this, he'd never seen you not calm and collected before.

With a huff, he grabbed his phone and called the number and told him everything and within a few minutes the telltale sound of sirens blared through your ears. You let out a sigh of relief when you heard the clamouring. Moments later, Sherlock answered his ringing phone and Lastrade's voice fell through.

‘’We've got him. You were right. We'll get you out of that elevator as soon as we can.’’

Your mind calmed when Sherlock hung up, now you had to fill up this awkward silence that was clouding between you both. It was swinging in the air and it was intensely tangable, your shoulder blades tensed when you crossed your arms. He always wore that cologne and you were unsure why that was the only thing you were thinking of right now. You were both leaning against the walls, so cold in your expressions; small breaths of impatience breaking through the silence.

When you weren't looking, Sherlock took this as an opportunity to scan you properly and not just through stolen glances. He needed to analyse you in a way that was different from the normal human because if you were like him you weren't in the band and social norm that is considered 'normal. Your skirt was vintage. Shirt and blazer firmly pressed. You valued simplicity, chicness but with a indivuality inspired twist with the vintage skirt. Your legs were bare but he could see the sheen of your stockings and thigh highs, you liked a little attention. Your heels were high, but it wasn't for show- you could actually walk in them for hours without your feet hurting. No ring. Unmarried? When his eyes raked up to your face, the dim elevator light shone onto your features; it made your eyes gleam and your lips plumpen- you were chewing on it now impatiently. It wasn't a nervous habit, you were bored. You had a sweet face that was blushing now, he wasn't sure why. It would be a lie to say you werent attractive and he was too tired to lie about it. It felt like the walls were closing in every second he was near you. The scent of you was becoming more potent.

You on the other hand didn't even need to look at him. You hated him. You hated him in every way, but what made you so drawn to him? You were never one for following anyone else but when Sherlock stumbled out of the taxi you found your feet following him and indenting every step he took, you trusted his opinion and you were awaiting his long overdue deduction of you- if anything you were looking forward to it. Sherlock was hot. He really was, physically. You once imagined what it would feel like to rub your fingers through his soft curls but you made the thought scarce, his eyes were a stark powder blue but his lips were sharply shaped but looked soft- you wondered what it would feel like to kiss it. He was a walking paradox that you wanted to unfurl. He couldn't hide behind the suits, the scarves and the coats any longer.

‘’What's taking them so long?’’You groaned into your palms before running your fingers through your hair.

‘’You can handle immense amounts of pressure but you can't deal with the slightest bit of boredom?’’ He questioned pompously.

‘’And you can? At least I don't shoot holes in walls at every given opportunity.’’ You weren't in the mood to play games and he was pushing you to the edge, you were too frustrated to even consider it. The claustraphobia was finally beginning to settle in.

‘’It's all relative.’’ Sherlock was obviously pleased with himself that he got you all snarky. He was still working the profile of you in his mind, with every moment he stared at you the pieces of you were flitting together. He was sure he got some sort of answer by the end of it to finally look you in the eye and tell you your own secrets. He smirked at the thought.

Silence settled through the air and it was even more awkward than before, so you thought it was best to rip the bandaid off now.

‘’So, are you finally going to deduce me and all of my dirty secrets?’’ You breathed, eyes slightly squinted in teasing defense.

‘’They can't handle it.’’ His fingers went to his temple to rub slightly before travelling down to his lips.

‘’What?’’

‘’They can't handle it. I feel as though you place your entire worth in your relationships and not your vast amount of intelligence. Relationships aren't a mystery to you, men are attracted to you, so obviously enthralled by your intelligence and aesthetically pleasing features but I'm sorry to say they look at your body first. The men that dare to play with you want your body more than anything else and after they have their way with you, they hate the way that you're more intelligent than they are. You clearly were never happy with any of the sex either, you've always been so tense since I've known you. Even I know what happens when a woman is faced with constant disappointment in the bedroom. The men can't handle that kind of emotional dominance in their lives. They simply can't.’’

Your eyes slowly started to widen with every word he uttered, he was way too casual in his words and the way his fingers were sliding over your lips was making your insides tighten. You haven't told anyone about anything with your experience with men, let alone the fact that you haven't came in so long. Embarrassment coursed through your shoulder blades at the sentiment but you felt something even more potent travel through you...the way Sherlock looked at you, the way his eyes darkened under the dim lamp light of the elevator. You weren't sure of the thoughts flying through his head. You inched closer to him, the space between you closing slightly.

‘’Am I wrong?’’ He raised an eyebrow, his voice husky and low.

‘’Never said you were wrong.’’ You said immediately, impassive in your emotions and tone as you crossed your arms.

‘’Have your go at me then.’’ His eyes involuntarily flitted to your lips.

‘’You did what they asked you to...not what you wanted. You're frustrated but you'd never admit it. You've seen naked women but not in a long time and when you did you weren't letting loose, maybe you're scared you think you won't be able to get it up but no...you're scared that you'll be contained in a box in bed. You want to experiment with something new. You want more. You've wanted more for a while now. God, if you saw a naked woman right now, you'd probably have to put your dick in a wheelbarrow.’’

Sherlock felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't like the specitivity of it, he felt like you saw through him with your vulgar words and his eyes were darkening. It was a lazy and fairly obvious deduction that he so clearly had a blind spot towards. With every word, you felt your feet inching closer and closer to him. Your faces weren't too far apart from each other and a small smile tugged on his lips.

‘’Was I good?’’ You stared down at his lips, mindlessly flirting with him as you chewed on your own. Sherlock readjusted his jaw before gawking down on you. The woman he hates...asking for his accolades. Damn. Before he could respond, the elevator jolted and was whirring up again.

Within a split second, the elevator doors opened and you were greeted with Lestrades exhausted face.

‘’Dear God, finally.’’ You huffed before ultimately clacking out and away onto the marble.

Sherlock stared at the sway of your hips and the pleasing view of your back profile, more importantly your ass. Jesus. He felt like a teenager the way his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your stockings peeking through. He was just stood there frozen, watching you walk away from him...so confident. So sure. This was surely a night he would be set not to forget any time soon.

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You were about to get ready for bed. Undressing of your skirt, tights and blazer but when you were about to unbutton your suit shirt off there was a knock at your door. It was 11 at night, who could possibly be wanting to see you at this hour? You looked through the keyhole of your apartment door and you were shellshocked to see Sherlock at your door.

You were externally angry but internally panicking, you were half naked and he was at your door. You unlocked it and creaked it open slightly.

‘’What the fuck are you doing here Sherlock?’’ Your voice was drenched in fatigue, too consumed by the confusioning emotions and events of today.

‘’Open the door.’’ He demanded authoritatively, not in the mood for any games.

‘’Why would I do that?’’You retaliated but with that Sherlock but a large hand to the door and pushed it open- you weren't fighting back to close it. It only confirmed everything you felt.

‘’I said. Open. The door.’’ He let himself in and locked it back when he entered your sacred space.

‘’What do you want?’’ You questioned briskly, a cute little pep in your voice. He took his scarf and coat off and unbuttoned his blazer.

‘’You.’’He stated lowly as if he hasn't been sure of anything else in his entire life. Your body was malfunctioning, you were frozen by the heaviness of his words. The legendary Sherlock Holmes wanted you? You were sure you were locked in a daze, your mind crowded and foggy with this admission of honesty, but you felt as if this was a test or experiment of sorts.

‘’That's funny, tell another one.’’ You chuckled lowly, thinking it was his sick form of a twisted joke. You were about to move away before he caught onto your wrist and tugged you into him, you were against his chest and you felt yours cave.

You looked up at him, eyes bewildered and unsure of what his next move was. The rest of your face was hard, you weren't going to show him that he affected you like this; he was an asshole, hell bent on destroying and disillusioning everyone, that wasn't the type of person you liked but God... Sherlock was something entirely different yet similar to you. You liked having someone to banter with, the constant back of forth of insults and playful remarks. It was agitating and impossible but also incredibly fun. He said that men can't handle you, but he's not like other men.. is he.

You were sure he could handle you and you were filling to let him fall free reign over you.

‘’Listen to me. I want you…I want to see you naked. I want to feel every inch of your body when I make you feel everything that they couldn't. I don’t even need to ask because you’ve been giving me fuck me eyes all day, face flushed, thinking of the dirty things you’d rather have unseen, but considering our history... do you want that from me?’’ His breath was shaky and heavy and you were about to melt at any moment, your voice hitched in your throat.

‘’You teasing me?’’ You gave him a crooked half smile.

‘’No. If I could punish you I would.’’

‘’Who says you cant?’’

Sherlock was about to lose his mind, he was desperate and didn't have a clear head; any other time he might have been more graceful with his movements but you got him so madly insane he was willing to lash out.

He tugged you back into your bedroom and you let out a little yelp when he dragged you along, it's like the man had a spidey sense of your bedroom when he'd never been in your apartment before. His ego inflated with every breath you took, eyes alight when he kicked your door shut. When he turned back to face you, your lips were immediately on his, he found it adorable that you tiptoed just to reach him. You were right: his lips were soft, delicatessant and you opened up your mouth just to taste at him. sherlock spared no time in shrugging his blazer off but your fingers were patient, you ripped your lips away from his to look him intensely in his eyes whilst you unbuttoned his shirt one by one. He was revelling in your tease but he wanted you now. It was clear the way his hands immediately ripped open your shirt, the buttons flying everywhere. Your tongue tangled with his and you immediately discarded of his shirt, fingernails digging into his shoulder when he finally threw you on your bed.

‘’Not so posh now are you?’’ You flirted bashfully, absolutely adoring this change of pace he provided.

‘’Not so smart when I fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name.'’’ He gritted as he flipped you on your front so you were on all fours, in this position he could easily snap your bra off and rip your underwear off. And he did...fast. He was itching to get his hands on you.

‘’Sherlock. ..please.’’ You whined for his fingers on you.

You stifled a moan when you felt his lips kiss at your shoulder blade, travelling down to savour the taste of your skin; he can't believe he had you naked under him and you looked as beautiful as ever. You shivered when he bit down hard, he left a multitude of blossoming purple bites on your skin. You felt yourself grow impatient and you made it clear by your whines.

‘’Stay. Still.’’ He demanded and you tried your best to oblige but you couldn't.

‘’Fuck you! I ca-can't.’’ You tried your best not to scream but he was going far too slow for your pleasure.

‘’I said. Stay. Still.’’ A palm landed on your backside and he pushed your torso further down on the bed, no longer perching yourself on your own hands. He left another hard slap on your ass, slowly turning warm and pink under his coarse palms.

‘’Fuck!’’ You moaned, still shaking under him.

‘’I'll reward you if you stay still.’’ His voice was low and husky and it was making you so damn wet. You actually tried to stop shaking under him for that delicious reward you so relentlessly craved; you forced yourself to stop shaking.

‘’Good girl. Well done sweetheart.’’ Sherlock brightened at the pet name he gave you, he knew you hated it but in this context your moan proved otherwise. As a reward he bit one of your cheeks, leaving an indent in there as a means to claim you and mark you up as his. He smoothed the bite with a tender kiss and you found yourself blushing. ‘’My sweetheart. Not so mean now are you?’’ He mocked.

‘’Please just..inside Sherlock…I need to feel you. I'm begging you.’’ You tried your hand at begging and the amicable scoff he let out made you believe he was delighted by it. You? Begging? He never would have heard that in a million years. He gave you another cheeky spank before unzipping and tugging his pants and boxers down. You were right, he absolutely did need to put his dick in a wheelbarrow, he was so hard it hurt.

He grabbed your hair and tugged you by it when he slowly and torturously slid himself inside of you. He was so big, he was stretching you out unfathomably wide and you clung onto him tight. God he felt so good and him pulling on your hair exasterbated the fact tenfold. He rutted himself inside of you and you jolted up the bed, your moans bouncing off every wall and his low grunts panting in your ear when he bent down to kiss your neck. You couldn't string a single sentence together he was making you lose any sentient composure you thought you once had.

‘’Not so innocent are you sweetheart?'’

You couldn't answer him, not when you were completely spiralling and he was the cause of it. His cock ramming in and out of you at the brutal pace he so mercilessly set, you were so wet for him and you hated it. The man you hated for so long is fucking you in your own bed.

You never thought you'd live to see the day.

You were nearing the edge and he was losing himself in you, when he took your hands and held them in a tight iron like grip behind the small of your back you weren't sure if you could cry or scream in pleasure. You were on the brink and you weren't sure when you were coming back. He drew out a prolonged moan when you came onto him, that white wash of euphoria clouding your peripheral as you let your body go limp under him. The sound of your sweet wet moans made Sherlock spiral and he emptied himself in you, he let out a gutteral groan as he watched the sweat travel down your back. He stilled before rolling off of you and plating himself on the pillow beside you,

Your face stayed buried in the pillow for a little before you ultimately looked up and made yourself face the ceiling. You were both panting like lunatics, his curls were stickinf to his forhead and his brow gleaming from sweat. silence hung in the air for a while.

‘’C'mere.’’ He finally said with a sly smile, throwing his head back as an indicator.

You let yourself melt into him, you head on his chest as he embraced you with his big arms, tracing small shapes on your arms as you slung your leg around him.

‘’The elevator break on your way up here?'’’

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i got so carried away but i love it sm 🫶

#sherlock holmes fluff #sherlock x fem!reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes angst #sherlock smut #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes smut #sherlock fanfic

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wolfssideblog · 4 months

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Goebbels’s self-presentation as a radical, engaged in a daily struggle and under constant threat at his position in the front line, is exemplified by an episode he contrived in March 1931. On March 13, he records in the diary, “someone tried to kill me with a bomb.” A package that his office thought looked suspicious was found to contain “explosives”: No one was injured. The next day Der Angriff gave this incident headline treatment. A few weeks later it emerged, either as a result of police inquiries or of a leak by former Party employees, that the assassination attempt had clearly been faked by Goebbels himself—and quite crudely at that. The “explosives” consisted of some jumping jacks and a little gunpowder. That Goebbels wrote up the “assassination attempt” in his diary as a genuine threat shows his relationship to the truth: Having acted out a charade for public consumption, he then recorded it as a fact in his diary.

Goebbels: A Biography by Peter Longerich

#What an absolute hero...#joseph goebbels #reichblr #fanboy

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writingsofwesteros · 21 days

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Aegon is becoming some kind of matchmaker, but in the worst way

I mean…. I guess it’s better than executing every single one of your enemies and risking martyring them in the eyes of their followers.

Alicent is just happy about this new “peaceful” approach. Aegon is actually enjoying governing for once. Even if the reasoning is because he wants to play asshole matchmaker.

Corlys with his own granddaughter? Y’know what fine. At this point, Aegon will match the girls with whoever as long as House Velaryon isn’t a threat. The girl can say whatever she wants, but a decree from the king is a degree from the king.

Maybe he’ll do something with his uncle Gwayne at some point, as long as he’s making matches. Who knows.

Aemond of course is still sour. He’ll need to do something to fix that as well….

When he isn’t plotting out new ways to annoy the blacks and stop threats at once, he’s with Rhaenyra. They made a “deal” after all. And his favorite place to act on that deal is within earshot of Jace. Sometimes he even makes sure to be more obnoxiously vocal. Other times he’s quiet and focuses on making Rhaenyra as wet as possible just so Jace can hear. Might even consider taking Rhaenyra in front of him. And if she’s hesitant, reminding her of the report his spy gave him from the north….

The new Lady Bolton can be heard VERY clearly late at night. They say she struggles to walk during the day. And seems to find sitting uncomfortable…. One wonders what exactly that husband of hers is DOING to the girl…. Does Rhaenyra think she’s ever tied up? Treated like a glorified prisoner? The maester talks with her ladies maids…. He can tell Rhaenyra the EXACT details of what exactly her daughter spends her days doing up north….

It’s most likely unfair of him to mention. Considering he hasn’t mentioned the report the maester gave about the princess INTENTIONALLY trying to aggravate her husband. Until he bent her right across his knee and spanked her. Right there, in the hall. The maester was so scandalized in the letter, that Aegon actually laughed.

It’s not a letter he shows Aemond either though. His poor brother has been rather sulky as of late. More so than usual.

Of course there’s the ever looming Daemon problem…… wild card that his uncle is. But Aegon is thinking.

If all else fails, he can ask his mother for advice on things. Even though she’ll lecture him for upsetting his brother and give him several “I told you so’s” about Daemon

Despite it all…. Aegon is starting to enjoy Rhaenyra’s company. He can see why she was called the Realm’s Delight. And she’s only gotten more attractive over the years…. He can see now how she managed to get men to dawn over her, especially once she starts riding him. Squeezing her breasts as she bounces, forgetting any troubles and actually enjoying his cock even

Aegon being the most crude of matchmakers !

Poor sweet Aemond .... (if Rhaenyra has a sister who was married away young..but her husband is dead now and she's such a MILF!

Gwayne is hot, he should not be this hot....

Rhaenyra's not so innocent daughter is just being used completely, Aegon was right that she would not stay to one Bolton for long. and oh how lovely she looks stuffed full of them

#sons for sons - green verse

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ivorydragoness44 · 2 years

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Murtagh Morzansson x Reader: Comparisons

Word Count: 1,073 Summary: An elf speaks cruelly about Murtagh, the Reader overhears and is ready to ‘throw hands’ with them. Will Murtagh let the Reader beat the elf to a pulp? Warnings: No explicit language, but a somewhat crude phrase used toward the elf. Also, teasing Eragon from a distance, and the usual fluff.

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The training grounds. Essentially, a plain span of open field that was deemed suitable for practicing to use weapons. Particularly swords, but no limited to. It was there that you looked on as Eragon and elves were training a few new Riders how to handle a sword without injuring themselves. Their dragons were likewise sitting around and keeping a close eye on their companions. Usually, you would find yourself gathered with the rest of the Dragon Riders who would like to oversee the others’ progress on the grounds. However, this time, not that it was a new occurrence, you stood beside Murtagh. Another usual sight, was to see the various races of teachers carry their preferred weapons with them. With absolutely no kind of threats within the community, or miles in either direction, you thought it odd. The thought had crossed your mind before, and your dragon and yourself had concluded that with the lives they had been living, it was normal. They had their reasons. And after progressively learning Murtagh’s story as your trust and relationship grew, you never questioned why his sword rested against his hip. “If I were to tell you that Eragon’s hair is sticking up in the back…could he hear us?” You whispered out of the corner of your mouth. Murtagh’s light laugh turned into an audible chuckle as the two of you saw Eragon swipe a free hand over the back of his head. “I think you have your answer.” You laughed with him at the sight. Teasing his half brother was rare and harmless. And if it resulted with Saphira laughing as well, it made for a more memorable moment. The laugh bubbling out of you slowly lessened. Your attention shifted as your ears picked up on a collection of words.

Off to your side were a pair of elves talking amongst themselves. You were well aware that listening in on other people’s conversations was beyond rude and disrespectful, but you could not stop. The use of the Forsworn and Morzan’s name was particularly jarring. They were not even necessarily trying to hide the topic of their conversation. If Murtagh had heard it too, he gave no indication that he had. You remained silent, trying to readjust your focus, but it was not to be when Murtagh was clearly the subject. “—a betrayer, a killer…like his father.” When you heard the horrid assortment of words leave the elf’s mouth, you involuntarily sucked in a breath. Beneath your skin, the blood boiled and a raging warmth encompassed your body. You could hear the air move sharply as your dragon whipped their head in your direction. That is not the wisest decision, they warned, sensing your need. Tell that to them, you said, your internal snarl striking outwardly in the next moment. “How dare you!” “How dare we?” The volume of your voice startled them far more than your words. “Yes,” you said, your voice as hard as stone. “How dare you speak so poorly of Murtagh.” The expressions on their faces hardly altered, speaking so dismissively. “Perhaps you should mind your tongue, youngling.” “As should you.” It was then that you felt Murtagh’s hands on you, saying your names with a soft firmness, wanting to lead you away. “Don’t bother…it’s not worth it,” Murtagh said, pulling you away from the elves. With your focus chained onto the elf, it was only through your dragon’s sight that you saw the alarmed face of Eragon jogging over. He likely wanted to diffuse the tension. What sense you had lingering left let Murtagh steer you away from the growing number of curious eyes. You could feel the anger lessen under his touch, but even when you turned away from the elves, they felt the hierarchal need to say more. “You have much to learn Shur’tugal!” They called after you. Murtagh’s gentle hold tightened as you spun back around, fire returning to your eyes. “Yeah, and you know exactly where you can shove that lesson!” In only a split second did you manage to witness the elves’ and Eragon’s faces. Their eyebrows were nearly lost in their hairlines when Murtagh yanked you back to him. Striding quickly out of earshot, Murtagh did not slow his pace or release his hold on you until his dwelling was within reach. “I appreciate what you said,” his voice lower than before, “…but maybe don’t antagonize the elves…considering they know where we sleep at night.” Grabbing ahold of his hand, you shrugged. “People do crazy things…when they’re in love.” He smiled, dipping his head down for a moment. “Please don’t turn people against you for me,” he gave your hand a squeeze. “I will do what I think is right and what is good for me. I will not conform to how people want me to be…I left that life behind.” “Let’s get inside,” he said, his voice just above a whisper as he reached for the door. Once you were both indoors, Murtagh turned to you and held both of your hands close to his chest. “I will never ask you to change who you are…I’ve been through that, and it’s certainly something that I would never want you to experience. Anything against your will, magically or not is awful. And whatever comes our way, like those egotistical elves, I’ll take what they want to throw at me. I know who I am. What they say can’t change that. For what you said, defending me…I could not be more grateful to have you in my life.” He let out a breath of a laugh. “It’s times like these where I feel like you would go up against every last person in Alagaësia and beyond just to prove that they are wrong about me.” “I would, because you deserve all of the kindness in the world,” you said, slipping your hands out of his to hug him around the waist. The feeling of his arms around you was like nothing else. The love and security that radiated within his embrace made all of the problems of the world disappear. “Would you like to stay here with me for a while?” He asked, kissing your forehead. “And wait for everything to settle outside? I’m sure Eragon has his hands full.” “As if I would say ‘no’ to time with you,” you laughed, nuzzling your face into his chest.

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belladonnavtamie10 · 1 year

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1: Haunting Tune

"Get away from me!!"

A man ran through the sea of crowds, stumbling and bumping into people causing them to be annoyed or irritated. Many of the guys either protected their significant others while many gave the frantic man a hard shove to the ground.

"Somebody help me!"

"Get off of me!"

"Please, help me!"

"Get the fuck away, you creep!!" The man winced in pain when he hits the ground.

His breath was frantic and his mind is getting hazy, ears ringing. He was about to lay down and accept but when he heard the familiar tune of humming getting closer.

His heart begun beating faster, the hair on his skin rise and his breath begun to become frantic. He turned his head, frantically searching until he finds her, standing on the other side of the road, looking at him while humming the despicable tune he dread so much.

The end of her parasol struck the ground as a way of taunting him, causing him to stand up and run away. He continued running while bumping into people, walls and trash bins. He continued to run as he turned and run into a dark alleyway, entering the dreaded dark side of the city.

Vagabonds roamed the dimly lit streets. Beggars are around in every corner, holding out their hands as they were hoping of being given some spare change or if they are lucky, some food, water or old clothes. The man wanted to hide within the rubbish the vagabonds were hoarding but they kicked him away, protecting their hoard.

"Please, help me!" he grabbed one of the vagrant's shoulders, shaking them as his face was filled with despair and fear. The vagrant pushed him away and ran off to another direction, frightened.

The others saw this as a threat, causing them to stand up and slowly approach the man. They held their ground while watching the man pant and looked around frantically.

"Give me sanctuary! Please! She's after me!" The man begged frantically, losing his mind as fear continued to engulf his once prideful self. He knelt down, hands grabbing the sides of his head as he continued to panic.

"She? You said 'she'...correct?" One of the beggars stood up, grabbing his crooked walking stick.

The man looked up, gazing up to see the blind old beggar approaching him. The sound of the walking stick echoed through the dark and empty streets.

One of the vagrants held up a torch, standing beside the blind man. The blind man was around his 50s, a pair of black shades cover his eyes. Dark brown skin and long dreadlocks that hasn't been washed for some time now. His ragged clothes kept him warm from the current cold weather but implied on who he is to others.

"You said 'she'...correct?" the blind man asks once again, tapping his walking stick to the ground.

"Y-yes! She's after me! Please...! Help me!" the man begged the blind beggar.

"Did you sign it?" the blind beggar asked.

"Huh? What do you mean?" the blind beggar heard the slight nervousness on the man's voice.

"I'll ask again...did you sign it?" he asks again, tapping the end of his walking stick to the ground. The man's breath hitched as he tried to mask the fear and truth behind his panic but the vagabond beside the blind man kicked the man to the ground, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Please, give me sanctuary!" the man once again pleaded, ignoring the blind man's question. The other vagabonds grab his arms and pulled him away, restraining him and forcing him to look up.

"I'll ask again...did you sign it?"

"Answer the question or you'll never be able to speak again." one of the beggars threatened him, holding the neck of a broken bottle. The others revealed their crude weapons, ready to beat the man if he doesn't answer the question.

Fear engulfed him as he decided to come clean.

"Y-yes! I signed it!" The man yells. The vagabonds stopped in their tracks. The man opened an eye, only to see the vagabonds looking at him, believing his answer. He was confused at their sudden silence.

Many of them looked at him before turning to look around. The once cool wind suddenly changed into freezing. The fires in the metal drums blew as the sudden blast of freezing air came from the alley way entrance.

"The fires! Cover 'em! Hide! Hide and don't be tempted by her! Cover your ears and never be swayed by her words!" the blind man orders as everyone of them, except the blind man and the scared man, went on to do what they were told. Barrels were covered, people going back to their spots and cover themselves with tarps, blankets and garbage bags, hiding themselves. Those who couldn't cover themselves, hid behind the walls and curled up into a fetal position, covering their ears and close their eyes tightly.

"Please help me! Give me sanctuary!" the man pleaded, grabbing the blind man's cane, but the blind man took a step back.

"Even if I wanted to, I can't..." the blind man tap the end of his walking stick to the ground, staring into the man's terrified eyes,

"You signed the deal."

The air was getting colder as the faint sound of humming was getting fainter. The blind man turned and walks away.

The man, who was terrified to the bone, became furious and grabbed a bottle. He ran up and slammed the bottle onto the blind man's head.

The blind man fell to the ground.

No one dared to make a sound...

The man huffed in anger, looking at the fallen man in front of him...

The air was getting colder...

The faint humming was getting softer...

"Well... this is a sight to see." a female voice say. This caused the man to freeze in his spot.

"I was only expect to see you beaten up to the ground, all bloody and bruised just by bumping into people...but never this." her voice was smooth and addicting to hear, but the tone has a distinct sarcasm and playfulness to it as she speaks.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... What a shame... Seems like you just took a man's life. No matter how many times you can deny it, you still committed a crime..."

"Y-you...you made me do it! You lied to me! You bitch!" the man pointed the broken bottle to her, the broken edges face her as if he was ready to take her life.

The woman, despite being threatened by the broken bottle, only gave him a giggle followed by a giggle, furthering taunting him.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have run away and be in this situation! I would still have my family with me and I would be living back in our home! You liar! You lied with those false promises!"

"Mr. Johnson... or should I say, Gil..." her tone shifted from being playful to a cold tone, catching him off guard.

"I seem to remember...you were the one who called upon my presence. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, if only I could get what I wanted without the hard work! The easy way out! The fastest way to success!" she imitated his words, pitching it as she was mocking him.

"I would bet my life for it!" her tone suddenly became distorted upon mentioning 'bet' and 'life'.

"Be careful what you wish for~" followed by a giggle. Gil's frightened eyes widen upon realization.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful when you sign the contract? Tsk, tsk, tsk... well, to be fair, you weren't the only one to ignore my terms and conditions." she shakes her head, sighing in disappointment. The tip of the parasol tapped the ground softly in a rhythmic

"B-but, your contracts are supposed to be impenetrable...No truth can ever be leaked if I signed your deal! You lied to me! I can't accept defeat when I'm at my peak!" Gil roared furiously at her, unable to accept the reality.

"IF I'M GOING DOWN, YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!!" He lunged at her, the broken bottle aiming onto the chest.

His crazed eyes and smile were visible, thinking he might get out once she was killed but...

Her hand grabs his neck, stopping him in his track as the broken bottle was smacked away from his hands by her parasol, shattering once it hits the ground.

"You already lost. Accept it already." She reminded him, calmly.

"Oh! If you already forgot, I'll make this quick for the both of us, okay? I'm a busy woman... but do know this, NEVER...EVER...LIE...TO...ME...!" Her tone distorted within each word, tilting her head as her eyes changed from a humane pair into a bright green hue.

He tried his best to break free from her grip but it was no use.

"Are you ready?~" she asks in a singing tone, scaring him to what she had in store for him.

Upon those few seconds of silence, the vagrants could only remember was the sounds of the bloodcurdling screams and the body falling to the ground.

Breathing became hitch... Some cupped their mouths, preventing themselves to let out a scream or cry.

Some covered their ears and eyes, trying not to listen or see, even if they were hidden.

Then, there was silence...

...

A hum...

Soft, melodic and haunting tune bounced through the walls, before it softens.

Then...

...

Once they felt that the sound was gone, they got out of their hiding places and saw the limp body of Gil as well as the old man, who was now conscious but still on the ground. The others approach and helped him up.

"What do we do about the body?" one of the women asks, still terrified from the scream earlier. They turned to the body, rolling him onto his back as the sight of the petrified face was shown as it was the last moment of Gil's life.

Pale, white skin, eyes rolled back to his head and mouth wide open beyond the jaw's capability.

"Leave him in the other alley... we don't want another incident with the cops to happen." the blind man said as some of the men picked up the body and headed away to the said location.

The blind man sat down and the others tended to his wound.

"This is 3rd incident that happened in our place with this 'deal-maker'."

"We can't keep living like this. This fear..."

"It's bad enough that we are getting harassed by privileged and vain assholes but this is a problem we can't ignore to fear..."

"When will this end?"

Sounds of the people complain were heard by the blind man. He gently raised his hand, silencing them.

"No matter what you ask for... the end, is something that is uncertain. That man paid the price for his pride and selfishness...Even if he wants to be with his family, his vain action of signing the deal cost him his life."

"I don't have the power to rid the presence of the deal-maker... But know this, what ever means of your desire; whether it's for yourself or for others, there is no getting rid of her. Even if we try and want to, we can't."

The blind man grabbed something from the inside pocket of his coat, revealing a folded torn paper. The others saw this as the paper was unfolded and presented to them.

"We signed a deal."

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Forrest of Death

Part one

The first thing I'm aware of is the soft ground under my back, covered in pineneedles. The sky above me is so bloted out by the greenery of the assorted kinds of trees that populate this forest that only a dim twilight makes it into the forest.

I sit up and scan my surroundings. The first conclusion I come to is that I owe Rachel $20, the second conclusion I come to is that if I don't move now, somethings going to make sure I never move again. I reach into my pocket and pull out a folded map. An ealier conversation floats in to my head.

"This map isn't exactly accurate. You stepping foot into that... place. Will be akin to humans stepping onto the surface of another planet." Dr. Drace had told me. "We've been in there before with drones and rovers but something about that place fucks with our communications. Once we put something in, we're blind to it. Which means we won't be able to help you either. Are you still up for this?"

"What, you mean go back to my cot?" I asked, almost rudly. "Thanks but I'll take my chances with this forest."

"You say that now, because you haven't seen the state in which our drones and rovers arrive back to us, if they ever do." The doctor explained. "This may very well be the most dangerous place on Eart- well, I guess we can't really call it earth anymore. Most dangerous place. Period."

"Alright doc, I get it." I said annoyed. "Big scary trees or whatever, I'll be careful."

Looking around I'm starting to wish I had taken the doc's advice more seriously. It's not that I was in immediate danger, but I saw no sign of water and I haven't seen a single wild animal, or even signs of one. There's no underbrush, the floor of the forest seems too dark to support plant life. They gave me plenty of MIRs and multiple bottles of water but that won't last very long.

I follow the crude map, my only hope will be a small research building that they had discovered a couple days ago. It's unclear wither a population in the forest made this structure or if humanity had traveled to the forest before. In any case the building seemed big enough and secluded enough that it should be safe... for a while.

One thing I notice is that the tress are weird, there's evert type of tree I could think of, you know pine, oak, willow, ect. Except they all grow to exactly the same height and trunk diameter, it feels artificial. As I walk I periodically make little towers out of stones that i could hopefully use as reference points if needed. I had been walking for hours before the first danger showed itself.

A deafening sound, like wood being splintered with great force, followed by an equally loud boom caused me to whip my head behind me, I didn't see anything. Another crash shook the ground and left me unbalanced. A third crash ripped through the air, I didn't stay long enough to find out what it was. I booked it as fast as my legs would carry me, but the sound followed. There was less time between crashes now and it finally clicked; what I was hearing was the foot steps of an insanely giant creature who's head probably pokes out of the canopy of the forest. I didn't know of it was chasing me or if I just happened to be in its path, either way its going to catch up to me, so I stop running.

"What are you in for?" My cell mate, Devin, asks me. "What is it? Murder? Serial killer? Grand heist?"

"I'm in here cause I was too good at my job." I said simply. "I was so good that I became a threat." I wasn't technically breaking my contract by telling him that but it was skirting very close.

"Yeah, what ever." Devon says, unconvinced. "This is a maximum security facility. You don't get put here unless you're truly dangerous."

"OK" I conceded. "Then why are you here?"

"I umm.." this takes him back. "Well the truth is, I'm the exception. I'm not dangerous, I just kept breaking out of prison. This is kinda thier final resort. Won't hold me for long though." He gives me a look that makes me think he absolutely believes what he says.

"Good luck with that." I say, even though his chances are practically zero. "I don't need to break out, I just have to wait until I'm useful again."

A giant hairy foot impacts the ground about 70 feet away from, the sound makes my eardrums ring and the wind that it makes when it moves almost knocks me on my ass, but I stand my ground. If I want this to work then I need to act fast. All the time I was running I was listening to the sounds if the giants foot steps, using it to determine a rough idea of its speed and size.

It's next step falls to my right about 10 feet. The tremors and the air gushing from its movements cause me to fall over, but I regain my footing quickly and I'm on my feet, running towards its foot. If I'm slow, this will be the end for me. I pull out one of many small rectangular packages, it'll take all of them to do what I have planed and it'll leave me down a resource but I don't feel I have much choice.

I make it to the creatures foot just as it begins dragging its other foot to take the next step. I clamber up the grotesque hairy foot of the giant, periodically leaving one of those small packages. 10 seconds later I'm done, I run to the edge of its foot and jump off. My my feet never touch the ground, faster than what should be expected the giant scopes me up with a giant meaty hand. It's hand crashes through branches and eventually the canopy to bring my to eye level with it. At first I struggle, trying to get out of its grasp but when that proves fruitless I stare into the eyes of the giant. It's face looks vaguely like a chimpanze. But it's eyes, there's intelligence like that of a humans. This is no wild beast and that just makes it all the worse for my own health.

For a while nothing happens, we just stare into each other's eyes. Finally my temper and impatients gets the better of me.

"Well you dumb monkey!" I yell. "You gonna kill me or just stare at me? Cause I gotta say, you're not my type so get on with it!" I struggle to move my arms. It's eyes widen in surprise and malice.

"Don't you worry tiny human." It laughed. "We'll get to that soon enough. But first, I must learn what I can from you." Its voice is slow, deep and impossibly loud. I don't get a chance to comment on the fact that he had spoken to me before I feel a sharp pain in the front of my head. Suddenly I'm being born again, my life starts playing from the beginning in my head like it's on fast forward. It catches up to the present and the pain dissapears.

"Interesting." Was all he said before he started bringing me towards his mouth. I needed to stall.

"Wait!" I yelled, causing him to hesitate. "At least tell me your name? What are you?"

The giant laughed. "Never have a met a snack so void of fear." The giant pondered awhile. "Very well, as the last request of a dieing mortal I will honor your wish. My name is Vontrol, and I am a God."

I'm taken for a bit and my stunned silence must have given me away because Vontrol laughs and continues.

"I am the first life here and when all else dies, I'll the last." He sounded almost sad. "I'm cursed to live an immortal life inside a mortal body. But I will never die. What about you, mortal? What is your name?"

"My name?" My fingers wrap around a small device in my pocket. "Well most people just call me Dave. But I actually have a nick name that I had earned from my colleges."

"What is this name?" The God asks, confused. My thumb finds a small button on the device.

"They call me invictus, it means unkillable." I press the small button and all at once the c4 I had covered his foot with exoded. The God howled in pain and his grip lossened enough that I could crawl out of his closed fist. While Vontrol was so distracted by his injured foot that he didn't notice me climbing up his shoulder and too his neck. It doesn't matter if he can't die, if he can't move he's as good as dead. I place my last c4 where his spine meets his brain stem.

"What have you done!" The God screams. "I'll kill you for that!" Vontrol desperately smacks his body in random places, on sure of where I was and hoping to get me by luck. I finally make it to the ground which is covered in what must be purple blood, it oozes put of the God's mangled foot.

"Dipshit!" I yell at the top of my lungs to get the giants attention.

The God turns to me, a look of fury in his eyes.

"You know, I once had a debate with someone about how you would kill God since killing was my profession." I say, holding the detonator. "Time to settle a bet."

The God roared at me but didn't even have chance to finish his angry outburst before I pushes the button and another explosion lit the woods with a bright flash. The God stopped, purple blood trickled out of his mouth and flowed from the wound in his neck. For a second all is silent, then the God begins to fall backwards, the sound of breaking branches filled the silence around me. I walk up to the head of the paralyzed God, his head is turned to face me, his eyes are clouded.

"Invictus." He says slowly, his voice full of anger. "I may not be able to kill you now. But my body will heal and when that happens nothing will stop me from killing you."

"Those are big words from a God beaten by a man Vontrol." I say and then begin walking away from the bloody scene. I open my map back up, and continue to safety.

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aemonds-sapphire · 3 years

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Fire Meets Gasoline - Dabi x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Sex with Dabi rarely goes as expected, and that is exactly why you can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NO MINORS! NSFW. Pure filth (seriously). Cumplay. Quirkplay (? Is this a thing? Basically just Dabi heating up his hands and using them on you), Cockwarming. Creampie. Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation.

Word count: 4.8k

If you had to pinpoint the exact moment when you realized there was no escaping Dabi, it would most likely be the first time he kissed you.

After a month of denying and suppressing how attracted you felt towards him, you finally caved in.

You would potentiate each other just like when fire meets gasoline. It started off as a gentle flame, but it soon increased in both size and intensity.

The young man was filled with anger and was the embodiment of pain and sadness, but you were equally as broken. He hadn’t expected you to retaliate the poison that would drip from his mouth.

What Dabi had failed to consider was that you knew exactly why he was keeping people at bay. He didn’t necessarily hate everyone. But anyone could become a threat.

So he’d rather push people away.

What he had also not considered was that fire needed oxygen to burn. And that most of the time, the walls we build around us aren’t meant to keep others out. They will just fence you in.

You could bear him being cold to you as a defense mechanism, but he couldn’t deny his fiery nature for long.

“Beautiful...”

There was something so innately blissful about having Dabi cracking his hardened surface to display this beautiful side of him.

It would have your heart fluttering and your breath coming out in shallow pants as you experienced having his vulnerability be given to you.

“So. Beautiful.” He went on, accentuating his words with gentle kisses along your jawline.

You allowed your fingers to rake across his scalp, feeling his soft hair tickle your skin.

“Do it.”

He knew exactly what you meant by that. His quirk was powerful and dangerous. You had had the opportunity of witnessing him go berserk with rage and cast his trademark blue flames around his targets. The heatwave that had hit you was surely enough to have you jolt in fear. Dabi had to live with the consequences of not being able to control himself when using his quirk. All the patchwork across his body was licking proof of that.

However, the sense of danger had adrenaline rushing through your veins, and feeling the feared villain light up his quirk just enough to warm his hands was definitely an aphrodisiac.

Dabi stopped and pulled back, beautiful turquoise eyes meeting yours. He was truly breathtaking. No scar in his body would ever be able to take away from how handsome he was.

He flashed a boyish grin at you — one that you had grown to adore — and you felt the mattress shift lightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

The sight alone was enough to send sparks rushing down your spine. Dabi took his sweet time admiring the view, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“See something you like?” You teased as you spread your legs farther apart.

He ran the palms of his hands slowly along your thighs, his eys lingering on your panties. “Pull them to the side, doll.”

You took a deep breath, knowing fully well what came next. He was too fucking good at this, and he was aware of that. Sex with him just felt like a whole new experience each time since he refused to stick to patterns. There was always something new, and that just added to the thrill.

Too bad you weren’t feeling like complying with his demands.

“Do it yourself.” You shrugged, slowly adjusting your panties to further accentuate your pussy lips.

You should know better than to challenge Dabi, but quite frankly you didn’t give a fuck, because it would just work in your favor in the end.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, keeping his voice calm, but his hands betraying the impatience as the grip on your knees increased. “Push them to the side... now.”

“Make me.”

Too bad Dabi wasn’t feeling like complying with your demands either.

Even though his room was poorly lit, the moonlight was more than enough to make you your jaw clench when his brought one hand to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Oh, he was fucking cruel.

Another teasing smile danced on his lips as he noticed your eyes glued to his crotch. You were too weak for this man. There was no way around it. No matter how hard you tried to prolong the mouse and cat game, you always caved.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his hand, especially when you saw it grip the growing bulge that he squeezed lightly.

“Seems like we have an issue, then, doll,” he chuckled, giving his clothed cock a few pumps. “‘Cause the way I see it... you really want this, uh?”

It took two to tango, so you tugged on the your panties once more, feeling the damp fabric rub against your clit and making you wince. You had underestimated his ability to have you dripping for him.

Your panties perfectly outlined your pussy lips, a silent invitation to the hungry man before you who wasted no time in dragging one finger along your covered slit.

“Doll...”

You flashed a devious grin while arching just slightly. “No.”

He had his other hand tightly gripping his cock, and you could see a discreet wet spot staining his sweatpants.

The scenery had you licking your lips in anticipation. “Let me see your cock, then.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You first.”

One of you would have to give up first, and there was only so much resistance you could pull off when it came to Dabi leaking precum because of you.

You hooked one finger around the lace of your underwear, painfully slowly pulling it to the side, the wetness clinging onto the fabric.

A low growl erupted from him. “Fuck.”

He pressed on your clit with his thumb just so he could hear you moan for him. It was swollen enough to be seen through your pussy lips, and that drove him crazy. The ultimate proof that you wanted him was at the tip of his fingers, quite literally.

Your eyes instinctively closed as he continued teasing you, spreading wetness along your folds. It came with no surprise that your hips would involuntarily buck against his hand.

“Dabi...”

“Look at me,” he asked, his voice visibly strained as he circled your clit back and forth with the pad of his thumb. “Open your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and, through hooded eyes, you found yourself staring at him dragging the waistband of his pants down, successfully freeing his hard cock.

He halted his ministrations at once, only to have your entire focus on him.

Just as you had imagined, a few strings of precum were dangling from the tip, and he gave his cock a few pumps just to squeeze more from him.

Dabi positioned himself closer to your pussy in order to have his precum drip directly onto your clit.

You bit back a whimper as his thumb mixed the liquid with your wetness. “Dabi... oh my—“

The word died in your throat as you felt the tip pressing against your entrance. Was he that horny to jump right into the main course?

He sighed. “I really need to fuck you.”

It was crude and it surely wouldn’t win any awards as the most romantic declaration ever, but it did win points in getting your pussy to clench as more wetness spilled from you and coated him.

He applied just enough pressure to have his tip slide inside you. “Let me fuck you... please.”

The urgency in his voice had you melting. How could anyone resist this request?

He leaned over, brushing his lips with yours, but keeping his hips in place. You threw one arm around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You could feel both hand gripping your things, and you figured it was taking all of his willpower not to slam his cock fully inside you.

But what’s life without a bit of fun, right?

Dabi hungrily suckled on your tongue, but you felt him freeze in shock. Both his eyes shot open and he gasped.

Oh. You loved it whenever you were able to get that reaction from him.

So you did it once again.

And he shuddered.

He was panting heavily as you contracted around his tip. Despite your heavy state of out, you still had a few tricks up your sleeve.

“Fuuuuuuuck....” his voice was coming out in broken and deep breaths.

Self-control definitely wasn’t Dabi’s forte, and you knew that you were playing with fire. Literally. You suddenly felt his palms heat up against your skin as the grip on your thighs tightened.

“Let... me...” He breathed, his face dropping to the crook of your neck. “Just...”

The safest course of action would be to indulge his request, but you also wanted to help him build up the ability to control himself once he got pushed over the edge. He had even asked this of you not long ago. It was hard for him to hold back when using his quirk against heroes and even harder when facing his father. So Dabi craved to be able to do so when having sex with you.

“Reign me in...” He had once asked of you.

He started licking and taking a few bites off your neck, the warmth of his hands never wavering.

You brought on hand to his face, carefully caressing the metal rings that traced his skin.

“How badly do you want it?” You asked him, squeezing around his tip once again. In reality, you knew exactly the answer to that question. His desperation was answer enough.

But you were now treading on a dangerous territory.

His teeth dug into your skin before he let out a moan. “Let me fuck you...”

You angled your hips in order to have him slide out of you. “Tough luck, Dabi. Control yourself better.”

The grin on your face widened when a pair of angry eyes met yours, and the heat coming from his hands increased ever so slightly.

He wasn’t smiling.

Well. Fuck.

He pushed his own hips to meet yours again, but this time he had his cock placed directly between your soaked folds and rubbing up against your clit.

Your grin dropped in an instant, and a he let out a satisfied chuckle. “Not so funny now, right?”

Dabi kept on sliding his cock up and down, coating it in your juices. The wet sounds that filled your ears were enough to have you fists the bedsheets, and it served as a further incentive for him to keep on teasing you.

One hand was placed directly beside your face so he could support himself as the other went to join his cock. The heat coming from is fingers was maddening and he pinched your clit, trapping it and sending jolts of pleasure across your entire body. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you felt a heatwave reach your cheeks. It wasn’t just coming from your own body’s reacting to the stimulation, but also from his own hand.

“Where’s that pretty smile now?” He rasped, focusing on your face twisting from bliss, otherwise he might let his composure falter.

“Dabi... fuck... fuck...”

It was really taxing having to keep his quirk at bay and only allowing a certain amount of heat to flood the palms of his hands. It took a lot from him to having to exert so much self-control. It was twice as demanding having to keep his dick from plunging inside you.

“What do you want, doll?”

“Please... just...”

Not so amusing now that the tables were turned, and you gripped the sheets tighter until your knuckles turned white. You wouldn’t last much longer if he kept sliding his cock in between your pussy lips like that.

Your eyes locked with his, and your opened your mouth in an attempt to say something, but only moans spilled from you.

“Just what?”

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with the palm of his hand. The metallic hoops had heated up significantly and when he dragged a few across your clit, that was when your body reached a new high.

“Oh my — oh my fuck—“

Dabi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked so delicious, and he didn’t even know how he was being able to withstand the discomfort coming from his cock. He would need to be buried inside you soon. It was such a waste to have you clenching around nothing when you could be milking him instead.

But he wanted you to reach your orgasm first.

He was so used to watching things come undone out of rage, that watching you come undone from the pleasure he gave you just made his cock throb. The thrill of building you up just to have it all crumbling down in the most alluring way possible was something he could not get enough of.

Your body had started writhing and convulsing, forcing him to lean back and press one hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Good girl... that’s it...”

You had your thighs desperately wrapping around him in the hopes of him filling the emptiness.

Dabi was going insane from how responsive you were being to him. To his quirk. He had grown up forced to live with the remainders of what it had done to him. The thought of having it being used to give someone pleasure was so fucking fascinating. Yes, it was exhausting to keep it at a low intensity, but the high outweighed the exhaustion by far.

The familiar sensation built up more and more, until it washed over you in a deep wave of pleasure. A shriek ripped through your throat from your lungs, and behind closed eyes you could see colors dancing over your vision, accompanying the molten streaks of pure bliss that shot through your entire body with every flick of the metallic hoops on your clit.

Dabi couldn’t resist it any longer.

He needed to feel you.

In one swift motion, he slid his cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy welcomed him with strong and rhythmic contractions that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had to balance himself on both arms from the sudden overload of pleasure. It was clear he wouldn’t last long. The amount of teasing and foreplay was enough to sent him into overdrive.

Your fingers went up to grip his forearms as if holding on for dear life. Having his cock buried inside your pussy as you came made your mouth drop open. You felt your walls clamp around him viciously. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, spreading you enough before he started slamming against you with such force that the bed started squeaking from the motion.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was as you descended from your peak. Your heart pounded hard against your chest, but still not as hard as he pounded your pussy.

“Stop... squeezing... fuck!”

The overstimulation hit you like a train, and you felt tears stinging your eyes. Your fingers would leave marks on his arms, but you doubted he cared about it.

“D-Dabi... I...” you tried to reign him in, but gave up when his lips crashed into yours.

He was thrusting into you with an animalistic ferocity, all sense of control finally coming to a end. You’d clench around him whenever he hit a sweet spot inside you. The moans that came from within in were so hot that you couldn’t blame your clit for pulsing and your pussy for squeezing his cock.

Suddenly, you felt one hand groping your breast, fully enjoying how it bounced and defied gravity with each snappy strike from his hips. His eyes slid shit and his mouth was hanging open in a silent hiss.

You wanted to bring him over the edge. You wanted him to give it all to you.

To prove your point, you snaked an arm between your bodies and flicked at your clit just so you could your pussy to clench harder around his cock.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Through the stings of overstimulation the need to have him come undone for you was just ecstatic.

That it for him. His eyes snapped open and the most beautiful growl rumbled in his chest.

“You are so... fuck...” Was all he managed to say before he began pumping in a final broken rhythm.

“Fill me up...”

The effect those words had on him caught you off guard.

Dabi let out a strangled moan as he buried his cock deep within you. “Oh... fuck...”

He shuddered a few times, emptying himself inside your pussy just like you had encouraged him to. You could feel a few streaks of cum coating your walls, and it almost sent you back to another orgasm.

He was panting heavily above you, cock still lodged inside you. When he looked up to your face he saw a few tears leak from your eyes due to the overwhelming overstimulation. Without thinking, he brought one thumb to wipe a clear droplet from your face.

Dabi no longer remembered how it felt like to cry without physical pain from having bloody tears spilling from where the staples held his skin together.

“Dabi?”

He shook his head and blinked twice. “Sorry...”

You didn’t want him to apologize for this. “It’s okay... don’t be sorry.”

Instead, the young man leaned forward and tasted the salty liquid that smeared your skin, wiping the tears away.

You couldn’t contain the low chuckle that erupted from you. “That tickles...”

He didn’t want to slide out of you just yet. Your warmth was too welcoming and comforting. If he had to find a name for it he’d choose home. Intimacy had been so scary to him. The vulnerability of it all had always frightened him, and for the longest time he didn’t think he would ever have this. Casual sex was good, but sex with someone you had an emotional connection with felt so much better.

Dabi let his body tumble to his side, physical exhaustion finally taking a toll on him. However, he slid one arm over your lower back to keep you tied with him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the sweat, and you took some time to inspect a few strands through hazy eyes.

You gently brushed the damp hair away from his skin. “You need to dye your hair again.”

“Hmm.”

The roots of his white hair were starting to show, and even though you’d love for him to embrace his natural color, you knew this was not something for you to decide.

Some wounds took longer to heal.

His cock was starting to soften inside you, but that had no effect on him.

“Planning on sleeping like this?” You offered, but only half-joking.

His hand thoughtlessly caressed your back, and you shuddered as the metallic rings dragged along your skin. “Actually...”

Wiping a few beads of sweat from your face, you arched a brow. “What?”

A squelching sound filled the room as he slid off of you, and you couldn’t help but to pout at the sudden emptiness.

Dabi, on the other hand, seemed to have something else in mind as he got on his knees again, placing himself in between your legs.

It didn’t take long before you started feeling the warm liquid ooze from you. That definitely earned Dabi’s full attention as he watched in admiration.

“Proud of yourself?” You questioned with a gentle laughter. Just as you were about to prop yourself on both elbows, he had one hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place, as the other hovered near your pussy. “Hey! Dabi...”

“I want to do this...” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just thinking out loud.

You had a faint idea of what he had planned next, and, if so, it would be something new for you both.

The young man hesitated for a split second before his middle finger joined the index, slowly collecting the few strings of cum that had pooled between you and the sheets. Not even five minutes had passed since your body had been sent into overdrive, and you could feel your insides twist in anticipation and you clit throb from the newfound stimulus.

Dabi paused once more.

Although, you’d been affectionate with each other for over a month now, you could still identify the remnants of his struggles with intimacy in moments like this. It had taken him quite a while to open up to you emotionally. It had taken him a great deal more to give himself to you physically as well.

You couldn’t help the loving smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Go ahead...” two of your fingers rubbed your swollen clit briefly before spreading your pussy lips invitingly.

That was all the incentive he was looking for, and in one swift mention he slide both fingers inside you, dragging his cum back inside once more.

He hissed deliciously when he felt you clamp around him. “Fuck...”

The hand keeping you down faltered, and you immediately seized the opportunity to position yourself in a way that gave you a privileged view of what he was doing to you.

“So much cum... fuck...” Dabi’s words came out in ragged pants as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t clench, doll... it will spill out again.”

“Then stop being so hot...” You half moaned, trying your best to fight against your reflexes. Your pussy was practically on auto-pilot. The obscene sounds that filled the room just made the task so much more difficult.

It didn’t take long before his turquoise eyes darkened and you watched him capture his bottom lip with his canine.

Oh fuck... he was getting hard again.

His cock was twitching ever so slightly, growing before your eager eyes.

“Dabi...” You weren’t even sure of what you wanted to say. The sight alone was enough to have your clit throbbing, but his thumb pressed on it was what had you involuntarily clamp down on his digits in a way that dragged a long groan from him. Even if he was someone who had to ability to mask his true emotions, the pleasure was splattered across his face.

You felt your pulse quicken further and shuddered from all the stimulation.

Knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to comply with his request, he removed his fingers from inside you at once, bringing out a whine from deep within you.

A faint smile pulled at Dabi’s lips. “So responsive...”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “You’re stalling... please...”

“I’m taking my sweet time with you, doll. What’s the fun in rushing?”

His finger glistened with the mixture of your juices with his cum. Suddenly, his hands went to your ass to positioned you on his thighs. A very effective way of preventing any further leaks, no doubt.

Just as you were about to question why the sudden change in positions, he plunged one single finger back inside your pussy.

“I wonder...” he started out as if lost in contemplation while he coated his fingers once again. “Hmm...”

“Dabi...” you warned him in a low voice.

You were growing impatient. Very impatient. The heat between your legs along with your throbbing clit were driving you absolutely insane.

He was an expert in making you lose your mind, and he’d always use this to his advantage.

His cock was already growing harder and bigger with each passing second. You’d be more than willing to have one more orgasm, and considering the way you were clamping around him, and the blinding heat jolting through your clit and nipples, it wouldn’t take you too long to get there. The young man pressed your clit down with his thumb, circling it with just enough pressure to gather the most delicious moans from you.

“Good girl... you look so hot,” he encouraged, and you felt a pair of fingers spread your pussy lips. “Fuck... I wish you could see this.”

You were so close.

So damn close.

But things with Dabi had a way of rarely going according to plan, and just as you shut your eyes in anticipation for another high, the infuriating sensation of withdrawal made you whine.

“Put that back! Dabi! What the fuck?”

You were left clenching around nothing and he merely chuckled at your distress. “I don’t think I will, doll.”

Propped yourself up on your elbows. “I will end you. Fuck!”

He didn’t really care. Nor did he take you seriously. You sank back into the mattress, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed in your forehead.

“For fuck’s sake...”

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he leaned forward. “Open.”

Wait...

This was new.

Your eyes widened once you understood what he meant. His long index finger was a few inches from touching your lips, a few droplets falling onto your chin. The thick layer of both cum and your wetness covered the entire digit, and you oiled even see some wetness spread along the metal hoops carved into his skin.

Oh. That was fucking hot.

“I won’t ask again,” his demanding voice quickly snapped you out it. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

A part of you wanted to tease him and put up a front just to rule him up, but another part of you — a much more urgent and impatient one — just wanted you to let go and enjoy the ride.

The moment you parted your lips, he promptly shoved his finger inside your wet mouth, faintly teasing your tongue with it.

You suckled on it slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with him.

He hissed softly. “How does it taste?”

“You tell me.”

Acting on pure instinct, your hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dabi’s widened in sheer surprise as you darted your tongue inside his mouth, allowing him to taste the liquid. You weren’t sure if he was enjoying it, but his body language was pretty telling after a while, so you kept going.

There was something really hot about having Dabi taste his own cum directly from your mouth. Maybe next time you’d have him lap at it from your soaked pussy.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, thin threads of spit mixed with cum and your wetness linking both of your lips together.

You smiled teasingly. “Good, right?”

Dabi licked his lips before wiping the excess with the back of his hand. “Well played, doll.”

For a few seconds all you could hear were the ragged pants coming from both of you. You looked down and noticed that his cock was fully hard, probably getting ready for the next round.

“Want me to take care of that?” You wiggled your brows at him.

He followed your stare, but rolled over to fall flat on his back, one hand wrapping around his cock while kicking his sweatpants off.

“It’s okay, doll. I know how much you love watching me jerk off.”

Ah. Damn. He was right.

The metallic hoops provided an interesting friction whenever he applied enough pressure. Considering he had nearly half of his palms covered in a single row of staples he just had to get used to the feeling, and soon enough he had found a way to have those work in his favor.

You shifted on the bed to scoot closer to him, and have your head resting on his heaving chest. As expected, you started feeling his cum leak from your pussy.

The two of you lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, until you felt his heartbeat and breathing evening out against your ear. He was lazily pumping his cock, but it didn’t seem like he was too invested in the task at hand.

You raised your head to look at a very much sleepy Dabi.

An instant loving smile fell on your lips.

“You asleep?”

Was that a smirk on his face? Adorable. “Yes, doll.”

He looked so peaceful. You’d never get over post-sex Dabi. Ever. You had witnessed his full potential as a villain, but you were just now getting to experience firsthand what it felt like to have someone like him opening up to you.

A few more minutes passed by, and you watched as he let go of his softening cock. You took his now free hand in yours and laced your fingers with his.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You mumbled to him when you felt more liquid ooze from you. Not that you actually minded the current predicamen.

He scoffed. “Your pillow talk fucking sucks, doll.”

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slytherbun · 3 years

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confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

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maleyanderecafe · 3 years

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Infatuation (Otome)

Created by: PlantMama

Original by: MaskCover

Tumblr mobile screwed over my post again, so here I am writing this review for the second time.

Infatuation is a free game that was actually recommended to me by @infatuationvisualnovel when the demo was out, and I gave some feedback on it that hopefully improved the game. The full game is out now and it's free to play with 17 different endings! This game is basically the question, "What if six yanderes try to share you?" and has a lot of content in it. I really love the writing and characters in the game. I'm sorry again for how long it took me to do this review.

Bako, the supposedly dumbest amongst the yanderes, but also the strongest. He has a passion for art and in parts of the route breaks into your room to kidnap you. He's the artist type yandere (the type that wants to paint all parts of you).

Kaito, the smartest of the yanderes and the one who seems to plan out everything for the group. He loves to read books and has a crude mouth. He's the most sadistic (?) out of all of them, though its mostly through insults and he seems more bratty than anything.

Alex, the quietest out of the yanderes who has a soft spot for animals. We see his mom later in the game and how he was raised as a child. Loves dogs and adopts one with you. He's the protective type of yandere.

Jin, the softest but also the most physically weakest out of all the yanderes. He's a quiet person that can go an entire 180 if pushed. He's the most emotional yandere and probably the one who is the hardest to predict in terms of mood.

Ren, the kindest out of all the yanderes but has a twisted outlook. He tends to any wounds you have and constantly calls the MC his muse. While he is probably the easiest to talk to, he's also very philosophical and you might not agree with his ideals.

Ryo, the delusional playboy of the bunch. He calls you his angel and he's not quite all together. A delusional yandere, in parts of the route he's the one that drugs you. The main yandere that tries to keep peace with all the others.

The story has variations depending on what route you're aiming for, so I'll start out by going on the basic yandere route and then talk more about other routes. The MC can be male, female or non-binary so I'll just refer to them with they/them pronouns.

The story starts with the MC going to school to meet their twin friends Sako and Lala. As the group goes to school, they meet six rich boys who have transferred to the school. The twins are both interested in the boys, wanting to get one of them, and convinces the MC to talk to them. The MC talks to each of them in some way or another but starts to realize that they're not quite as kind as they seem. The MC later talks to the twin's older brother Kenzen, whom they have a crush on, and plan a trip together to the Netherlands. Soon after though, the MC is kidnapped, either by Bako breaking into their room to chloroform them or by Ryo drugging the MC's drink. Either way, the MC is soon found in a house where the yandere boys room together and have a plan of action, framing the MC as a runaway and tipping off a nearby bus driver (which is very smart on their parts). The MC is then shared amongst the six boys, giving them two hours each. The MC is extremely angry and agitated due to the boy's actions (which, you know, I would be too if I were kidnapped against my will) and tries to escape multiple times with multiple means, whether through manipulation, threats, or sending an SOS letter. The boys realize that the MC is trying to escape and kidnaps Sako as a punishment. Sako is then killed as a punishment for the MC's escape plans and the MC, still angry and saddened by their friend's death, is forced to be civil with the boys. However, after watching on the news that their crush Kenzen has suddenly disappeared, the MC snaps and tries to escape. Depending on the choices made, the MC gets captured by the yandere of their choosing.

Of course, there are a lot of different endings besides just the yandere ending. In some endings, Sako is not the one kidnapped, and instead, Kenzen is kidnapped. In some routes, the MC is only kidnapped for a couple of days instead of a couple months. In some routes, she is killed by the boys, whether on accident or on purpose, and sometimes the MC kills the boys as revenge, but there are quite a lot of different endings for these games.

In terms of the yandere endings, my favorite ones have got to go to Jin and Ryo. Jin initially is my favorite character because he was so shy, but after being manipulated by the MC, becomes extremely angry and violent at times. This complete 180 was rather shocking to me and the ending displays this very well with him chopping off the MC's ring finger. Ryo would probably be on my lower tier of yanderes (he's initially shown as a playboy, which is probably my one of least favorite otome troupe) but his yandere ending is really satisfying (to me, at least) as he ends up killing one of his friends and desperately begging the MC to forgive him. Besides my love for begging, Ryo has probably the most emotional yandere ending because unlike the other yandere routes which seem to have little remorse for what happens with the other yanderes or the MC, it really shows that he's just afraid and really wants the MC. It's also a bit cathartic watching someone who has kidnapped you break down in front of you.

Besides the yandere routes, my favorite routes are probably the ones where the MC kills the yanderes, specifically the Black Widow route. In this route, the MC almost kills themself before being knocked out and is isolated in the backroom where their friend Sako was killed. They're able to manipulate Jin into killing the rest of the group by promising that they'd leave together if he got rid of them. The MC tricks the other yanderes into the backroom where Jin kills them. After killing them, Jin realizes what he's done and tries to get help for them, only for the MC to backstab him and kill him once and for all. Throughout the route, the MC is constantly angered by the yandere's actions, so watching them kill off all of the other yanderes is extremely satisfying, especially considering what they've done to them.

One thing I can really appreciate is how proactive the MC is. The MC is depicted as playful, but firm in their actions. They often tease or prank other characters (for instance, they drew a dick on one of the twins which I found to be funny) but also refuse to be pushed down or talked down to (also for some reason they're really good at insulting people. Kaito is constantly berating and insulting the MC, and the MC insults them back as a result. My favorite line of bickering between them is when the MC shuts down Kaito for looking down on rich people by saying "Don't look down on those who are poorer just because your mom didn't hold you enough." and I was like "Oooh, got em!" ) After being kidnapped, the MC is understandably furious over the yanderes and refuses to be manipulated into thinking that what they did is okay. They're pretty hostile towards them initially and never justifies their actions as anything but wrong. It's nice to see that this MC doesn't fall into Stockholm syndrome like a lot of other MCs. The MC is also very tactical and smart, constantly trying to find a way to escape the yanderes, even if it means that they have to act civil towards them. Although the MC is very clearly angry at the yanderes for kidnapping them, they also have a soft side and are able to know when they've gone too far. Also, the MC is really good at cooking and often cooks with the other yandere's , since they're not good at cooking themselves, and is really knowledgable about food in general.

I also really appreciate the behavior of the yanderes towards the MC. In a lot of scenarios I've read, the yandere is often really dominating over the MC, to the point where they barely even respect the MC as a person. It's great that in this game the yanderes respect the MC as long as they respect them. In fact, for the most part, the yanderes are kind towards the MC, if not a bit obsessive and really only go more unhinged if the MC disrespects them in some way (which happens a lot considering what they're going through.) Besides when the yandere is disrespected, feels jealous, or is a bit too forceful in trying to help the MC, the yanderes only really use force to make sure the MC doesn't escape, having precautions like tying the MC up or preventing them from using a knife in the kitchen. While the yanderes are certainly threatening in their own way, kidnapping a friend, manipulating the MC, and generally being unstable, it never felt like the yanderes were really trying to hurt them. It's really nice to see since, in most stories I read, the yandere is just extremely overbearing and suffocating to the point where sometimes I wonder if they even love the MC at all.

While overall I love this game, I still have a couple of qualms about it. There are still a lot of errors in the text, mostly missing commas and a couple of grammatical errors. There's also a bit of mislabeling for the folders since I had an error with a folder called "heart" because the folder was instead named "hearts". My biggest complaint, which I feel is probably unfair considering that this is a free game and a good game at that, is the artwork for the sprites. While the sprites have gotten a lot better from the first game, I feel like the sprite's anatomy is a bit off. It's not the best artwork I've seen in some of these free games, though I completely understand that it's not easy making sprites or artwork in general for games like these. What will probably happen is that I'll end up redrawing some of the sprites for my pleasure, but we'll see how it goes.

Overall, the story, plot and characters of this game are really intriguing and I loved playing it. It has its own custom OST which is nice as well, and it's seven yandere boys, so what's not to like. I'm waiting eagerly for plantmama's new games, hopefully with more male yanderes in them. Again, I'm sorry it took so long for me to play.

#male yandere #yandere boy #yandere #recommendation #otome #game #completed #infatuation

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moonbaby26 · 3 years

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Title: Growing Love

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Loki returns to Asgard and is confronted by his mother Frigga and her accurate suspicions on his newfound interest in Midgard. While you witness the completion of the building erected for you and Loki by the villagers, followed by his return back to you in the night.

Warnings: None this chapter. Just fluff! First Loki and his mental sparring with Frigga who loves him, and then some well deserved cuddling with you who is also starting to.

Chapters: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Taglist: @rosaline-black , @lawfeys , @loveableasshole , @insanitybyanothername , @just-wordsandthoughts , @cringingmemeries

My Masterlist

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A few days ago, Asgard

Loki emerged from the light, now back home before the bifrost immediately closed once more. The smug smile remained on his face as your last question still played through his mind. He knew that nickname he’d given you wouldn’t be something you’d let go of anytime soon. In fact, he counted on it. Something to distract and occupy you for the coming weeks until he could return.

It may be selfish of course. But if you were becoming stuck in his mind this often, he had to make sure he wasn’t the only one now having to suffer. Though there was something rewarding about getting to hide you away still. Even if he knew the arrangement in the village would come to light eventually, potentially making these trips to your realm far more problematic.

The sooner he could find an alternate route to Midgard to bypass the bifrost and Heimdall entirely, the better. He could not allow all his future ability to see you to become solely dependent on Odin’s whims.

Whatever the Allfather would think of these risks now being taken though, Loki truly did not care. But historically, whatever he’d most desired always ended up taken away from him in one way or another. Or even worse, absorbed into the limitless well of good fortune that seemed to follow Thor like a miasma. So he had to prepare for that, plan for it really.

Of course, you didn’t seem the type to fall apart so easily over just some long blonde hair and an oversized set of muscles. But Loki had lost count ages ago of how many times he’d still ended up with the short end of the stick whenever his brother had entered any situation. Parading you before Thor wan’t something he was willing to chance just yet either.

No, he had to consider both his father and brother now as threats to these new emotions he was still trying to define. It likely shouldn’t be so, but somehow it always was. They always got in his way.

And as Loki now strode forward, his appearance only shifted to that of a standard royal guard, wishing for a more discreet entrance back into the palace after so many hours away. He had let the adorations of those mortals delay him far more than expected.

But the feel of sitting at the head of that mead hall with you at his side had hit him in such a strange way as well. A fleeting taste which had caused him to linger even further there as he’d fantasized about sitting similarly content on Asgard’s throne one day.

That dream of seizing his birthright was nothing new of course, yet the difference was now the addition of you in that mental image. He wanted you there so suddenly, with loyalty and pride radiating from you for all the court to see. He needed you to want to be his, to be willing to do whatever necessary to defy Asgard’s enemies in his name.

And even now, those thoughts brought a flare of desire that he could not act on. Frustrating as it was, he knew he had to maintain some semblance of patience. Heimdall’s silent stare of judgement didn’t even rile him to speaking either as the still disguised Loki passed silently by the gatekeeper.

He was bold enough to change appearance right in front of Heimdall, yes. But he also knew that until he crossed the line of actually doing something which broke Asgardian law, Heimdall would still keep what he had seen to himself. Travel to Midgard was not yet forbidden after all.

But Heimdall’s current courtesy of silence would only go so far as to delay the inevitable. The clock was still ticking on this secret and Loki knew it.

And unlike Midgard that had still been fully night, dawn was now just breaking in Asgard as Loki made his way back into the palace. The sparse guards he did encounter, he only gave little mocking salutes to. Still in the guise of one of them as he’d mimicked their own protocols before he’d turned the corner into the next corridor and ended up at the massive doors to his own living quarters.

So close to being able to hide himself back away for a few moments before the palace fully awakened, he had just placed his palms on the ornate, golden door handles when a sudden sound made him still completely.

“Good morning, son.” The placid voice called to him from nothing as his mother Frigga only materialized directly behind him.

And there was just that smallest moment of fear inside him. Just the length of a heartbeat before he’d turned smoothly to face her, his own magic dissolving to remove his disguise as excuses bubbled readily to his mind.

Of course he was still in the same armor from all those hours before, the muck of that mortal village even still marring the soles of his boots as he offered her an easy smile. “Well...how long have you been waiting here, Mother?”

Yet she responded just as simply, a gentle look in her eyes. “Not long at all really. I suppose I have good timing.”

But he was still searching, examining her body language for any hint of her actual intention. How much did she know? “I suppose that you do. Have Father and dear brother yet returned triumphant from Alfheim then?” No, he doubted that. The halls would not be near as peaceful if so.

“No. They have not.” She only answered. “...But that is exactly why I thought you may wish to speak to me now while whatever we discuss can still be kept relatively private.”

And there it was. He felt that slight bit of tension in his chest as he weighed his options in quick succession. The foundation with you still wasn’t fully laid, he needed more time to secure things. Even though he trusted Frigga, she and the Allfather went hand in hand in the end. She would not lie to her husband if pressed.

And Odin may forbid this odd new relationship outright, fearing some insult to Poseidon no doubt. If that foreign, Olympian king fully knew that the Asgardian god of mischief was now digging his claws greedily into his youngest daughter without permission, it could easily become a full blown scandal.

Loki hadn’t even bothered to investigate if you were betrothed to anyone in your own kingdom or not either. He did not care. He was a prince and would take whatever he wanted.

Though he knew it better to reveal nothing of you to his own family just yet, he also knew that if he offered Frigga too little in return, she would only step up her efforts to investigate on her own. Motherly concern and all, endearing at times, highly troublesome at others. He’d let her feel as if she had pried a little out of him at least as he played along. “And what is it that we should need to discuss so privately, Mother?” Loki asked calmly at last.

Yet she only smiled, surprising him a little still as she took his arm. “Come. Walk with me. You needn’t play such games. A mother knows when her son is enamored.”

He scoffed, though still letting himself be led as they did begin to walk. The halls were still empty enough this early in the morning for their words to not be easily overheard. “Is that what you think this all about? I think you’re confusing me with that manchild of yours for once.”

“Loki,” Frigga only chided. “It is not weakness to admit such feelings. And yes, for your brother that is an all too frequent cycle. He is not yet mature enough for his relationships to be anything but passing frivolity. But you are different. Which is why it becomes all the more noticeable when it finally does happen. Do not waste breath to deny it.”

He raised his eyebrows, never missing when she did offer even the slightest criticism of Thor. But he was still quick to downplay her insinuation about your importance. “Yet you act as if it has never happened for me before. Just because I’ve been more focused on honing my sorcery skills the last several years, it doesn’t mean I haven’t had my share of frivolity as you call it, Mother.”

But Frigga just gave him a disapproving look then. “Do not be crude just to try and shorten this conversation. There is a clear difference between solely that kind of physical interaction you speak of, and this distraction that has now carried you back to Midgard more than three times now. And you know the significance of the number three in so many of the rituals and rights I have taught you, it-”

“No.” He cut in abruptly. That was the line. If she was trying to say this was already something now beyond his control, something fated, he fully rejected that notion. “I don’t follow the predetermined, Mother. And you know I never want to hear whatever future you’ve seen for me. I will make my own.”

But the queen of Asgard was not one to back down either, responding just as strongly, “And all a witch can see is the possible outcomes, not the one that will truly be. I would never curse you with the burden of such knowledge, even if I were sure. But don’t patronize me to act as if nothing has changed for you. I came here to offer you my help, Loki. If you ever wish to make whoever you have chosen legitimate in the Allfather’s eyes, to actually bring them here one day, you will not be able to do it alone. I hope you understand that.”

“Mother...” He couldn’t help but pause to look in her eyes again, as unexpected as that offer really was. Yet he so quickly grabbed onto the possible other meaning as well in her concern. “You say ‘legitimate’ almost as if I was considered the true heir again. After all, who the future king of Asgard could court would be awfully more important than whoever just a prince would choose, correct? Of course, I suppose a marriage that one day joined Asgard and Midgard would also be significantly more impressive politically than say Thor and Sif, or whoever the Hel he’s galavanting around with these nights...”

She gave him a little hit on the arm at that. Of course he knew she hated whenever he mocked whoever his brother’s current fancy was. But she still just continued. “What should be important to you is finding the person that makes you happy, regardless of their own station. That is the future I want for both my sons. Whichever of you should one day hold the throne.”

Of course she still refused to admit Father’s favoritism that Loki saw all too well. He straightened up a little, that real sincerity in him burning through then. “But it will be me, Mother. I will prove myself worthy to Father, worthy of the throne. One way or another.”

And he hated that sympathetic look in her eyes, even though the real warmth was still there as she answered. “And I still say you’ll be far happier when you focus on yourself rather than chasing the Allfather’s approval. He already loves you both, just as I do.”

That was all he could handle for now, as he took her hand gently, bowing to her slightly before he kissed it. “No, he does not love as unequivocally as you do, Mother. But I do thank you for that. I will consider your offer. Yet I think it is still too early just yet.”

And as he straightened back up, he could see she at least accepted this. She would not dig any further into his visits to Midgard just yet. But he’d only bought additional time for just so long he was sure.“I’m going back to my quarters for a brief rest now.” He told her. “But if you need me any further today, you will find me in the throne room. Where I belong.”

Until Odin and Thor returned from Alfheim, this would be his privilege. His days would be spent hearing any grievances of the kingdom, presiding over council meetings, casting decisions on any changes to security measures, and standing as the head of all the remaining soldiers here for Asgard’s defense.

But at night...at night he’d return to his chambers. And laying there alone, surely that would be when he’d pass the remaining time awake thinking of you. Thinking and hoping that those mortals would hurry up and complete that room and bed for you both.

Whatever they built would still not be to his standards he was sure. But until you could truly lay in his own bed beneath him in Asgard, he would have to accept the compromise of a little hovel of a den for you both in Midgard.

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Midgard, several weeks later

The days passed so slowly for you. You now divided your time between your normal duties monitoring the oceans, and taking that form of the osprey, flying to visit the little village in the north that Loki had claimed for you both.

Never before had you spent so much time around mortals to be honest. And at first you’d still taken every possible measure to remain hidden from their sight. But eventually, that effort grew too tiresome.

After a while, you didn’t stay so high in the trees any longer. Yourself curious to be true, and watching as step by step they’d raised the timbers to begin building that structure Loki had requested.

You still stayed just out of their reach surely, but you didn’t fly away anymore when you saw them take notice of you. They’d even greet you quite frequently now, just calling you that nickname Loki had given you which they thought your real name. Kærr.

Especially the children. Whenever they moved out into the forest to play or gather freshwater from the nearby stream you’d also now discovered, they always giggled and called to you as they ran along beneath.

You’d even noticed that they gradually seemed to stray farther and farther from the village than they had in the beginning. As if your presence alone gave them confidence of their safety. It was such an odd sense of responsibility. One you weren’t quite sure you were ready for just yet.

The days were growing shorter too, the nights far colder by the time they finally finished that building. And as Loki had suggested, it was still quite small. Like a one room cabin really. Though they’d made quite a show of asking for your approval on it, you didn’t know what you were supposed to really do. They seemed to take your silence as a positive at least before they’d left again saying you could now summon your “master” and they would leave him to his privacy in the new dwelling.

You’d still waited until it was late at night though, knowing most the mortals would now be sleeping before you’d finally landed, changing back to the form of a woman as you’d walked to take a closer look at the building in the dim moonlight.

They’d built this also far enough from the village, here in the deeper woods that they could not stumble accidentally back upon it unless they really meant to. So you weren’t afraid of being seen as you’d walked the perimeter curiously.

It seemed sturdy enough. Quaint, but somehow inviting. And as you moved back towards the door, you realized they’d also listened to Loki’s criticism on their village’s carvings needing to be changed to reflect their new protector.

You couldn’t help but smile as you recognized well that likeness as you now ran your fingers across the rises and falls carved into the wood. The cape, the outlines of armor, the horned helmet...

But the real surprise was his pose, one arm bent, raised near level with his chest. And there perched upon that arm, was a bird of prey. You. Looking far more regal than you ever really had right to be you were sure.

There was a mix of mild embarrassment and a strange amusement that rose in you as you took the whole image in. It was quite possibly the only likeness anyone had ever made for you in the mortal realm. And paired with Loki no less.

Eros’ words carried on your heart still as you finally opened the door to venture inside. You knew Eros couldn’t be wrong, not on this subject. But it didn’t seem like it should be true either. How could you be falling in love when you didn’t even know the real meaning of the word? When you’d only had such fleeting meetings with this man?

The little bit of moonlight barely penetrated the inside of the dwelling and you just left the door open to not fully smother the light as you walked in onto the rough wooden floors. Though they’d laid down some rugs as well as your feet found them.

The furniture was sparse and simple, though maybe still the best of what they had to be truthful. A couple chairs, a small table, a chest for belongings, and of course a bed.

There were candles, but you had nothing to light them with as you now sat down on the empty bed. It was certainly a far cry from the large and extravagant bedding in your father’s palace.

But for someone who could just as easily sleep to the rocking of the waves or the silence of the deeper depths, a makeshift mattress stuffed with wool, moss, or who really knew what, really wasn’t a problem.

It was so quiet too. You laid down on your back, just to get the feeling of it as you stared up at the beams which arched into the ceiling. It reminded you most of the beams inside the hull of a ship, which was likely little coincidence. The ancestors of these people were all seafarers.

Idly, you wondered too if Loki had ever been to sea. You knew from those books you’d read that Asgard had waters of its own. But did he feel comfortable on the water? Did he ever sail? Did he swim? And maybe more importantly, would he ever swim with you?

You closed your eyes, thinking what it could be like to show him things he’d never seen before. Would he feel as good under the water as he did above it? Would he ever visit your own kingdom?

Of his own family, all you really knew was the tension and seeming competition between he and his brother. Would any of your own siblings be impressed by him though? Surprised surely. You’d never brought anyone to the palace before. Maybe one day...

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You thought you were only dreaming. Because it wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened before. Especially in the long stretches between seeing one another. That scent of him, the feel of his cool skin against your own, albeit only making you feel heated as you breathed in deeper.

It wasn’t until you felt that lightest kiss on the back of your neck that your eyes fluttered open. Laying on your side on the bed, as your vision focused you noticed the door to the cabin was now closed. That and a single candle newly lit, flickering dimly on the small table just a few feet away.

You’d fallen asleep at some point. For how long was unclear. But you were absolutely no longer alone.

“Hello, Kærr.” Loki’s voice came in an almost taunting whisper, using that nickname again.

You were startled, but you didn’t hesitate, rolling over immediately to then be face to face with him in the shifting candlelight.

The glint of his teeth met you as he smiled in amusement. But whatever harsh words you may have thought he still deserved, they didn’t come as you’d also noticed his bare chest now nearly against you.

You had to glance down to realize he wasn’t nude however. But dressed solely in a dark pair of pants as he laid so closely beside you.

“You left the door open you know. I took it as an invitation.” He added, one hand now tracing idly down the side of your dress.

“How long have you been here?” You finally asked, but tellingly not pulling away at all as you let the small touches continue.

“Long enough to realize you’ll have me putting protection spells all around these walls if this is how deeply you really sleep, goddess. Imagine if I’d wanted to do more than kiss that pretty throat.”

You stared a moment. And yes, maybe you should have been embarrassed to be caught so defenseless. But in reality, what real enemies had you ever had? You didn’t live always keeping one eye over your shoulder. Yet...was he implying he would choose to protect you if it ever came to that?

You only shifted closer to him at those words rather than retort though, boldly laying your head against his chest then as you scooted down a little in the bed. You liked the way he tensed slightly too, seeming surprised before he just pulled the bed’s quilt up around you both.

The secure feeling as his arm tightened around you beneath the blanket was also very new. Both of you quiet until it was you who next broke the silence. “Will you stay tonight then?” You could have asked how he’d known you were here, how many times he’d been checking on you via Heimdall, but it really didn’t matter.

All you actually cared about in this moment was how long until you’d have to say goodbye to him again.

His tone seemed unusual, caught off guard still perhaps. But he answered simply. “If it’s what you want. Yes.”

Which likely meant that his father and brother had finally returned to Asgard you thought. But you didn’t want to talk about anyone else right now. This time was now just for the two of you.

“It is what I want.” You confirmed, though not looking up at him in the bed. But with your head still against his chest, you could just hear his own heartbeat. And you didn’t think it was only in your imagination that it quickened at those simple words.

But it was true. You may not understand or be able to express more than this right now. You didn’t know how to talk about love or deeper need. Yet you could be honest to say you wanted him to stay. You wanted him beside you for as long as he could be.

And he just held onto you, staying pressed together as if it should always be this way. But it had to mean something to him too you hoped. Because Loki didn’t seem at all the type of god to do anything if it didn’t fulfill some sort of need for himself as well.

No, you didn’t think he would stay just because you’d asked, unless he’d already wanted to. But you wouldn’t question it out loud, not now as you closed your eyes again.

It likely didn’t take you very long to fall back asleep either to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat beneath your head. Yet even as you did you could also feel the rise and fall of his chest steadying out as his breathing relaxed in tandem.

If he did stay awake to watch you, it only would have been just barely as the two of you remained curled into one another beneath that blanket. He’d asked you once before, though under more lustful circumstances, if you could get used to being with him. You’d answered yes then, wanting the chance surely, but had he meant it in this way too when he’d asked?

Eros had given you the advice to see this through. He said it was the only way to know if your growing love might ever actually be returned by this god. And that was exactly what you were now going to do.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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The Only One︱Yandere Dabi x f!Reader

Synopsis: Friends with benefits aren’t supposed to be exclusive, but Dabi thinks otherwise. Too bad he waited until you fucked up to tell you that.

a/n: So uhhh y’all can thank @hawks-senseis for the inspo on this oneshot. Here’s where the idea came from if you want more context.

Hero Camp Bingo prompt: Hair pulling

@bnhabookclub weekly nsfw prompt: “Touch yourself.”

Bingo Masterlist

Warnings: Heavy dubcon/noncon, swearing, coercion, violence, injury, forced voyeurism, oral (giving), threats of murder, unprotected sex, degradation, hair pulling, light choking, spanking, gen. yan. themes, ambiguous ending (this one’s a doozy, PLEASE do not read this if the warnings make you uncomfortable)

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It felt good to get away from him―a certain pride to be had in the act of unspoken disobedience.

You should feel proud, he had it coming after all. Dabi might be a good mentor for passing souls heading down the path of corruption, like yourself, and he was an even better fuck―but that doesn’t mean he reserves the right to treat you like second-hand garbage.

No amount of wisdom from a seasoned villain or mind blowing sex could excuse his actions.

Dabi had a tendency to be lazy during all the worst moments. Avoiding the necessary like it was the plague, offering vague non-committal responses―sometimes not even that. He didn’t like answers that could make him liable, and so he never gave them to you.

When it came to the terms of your more intimate relationship, he didn’t care to set any ground rules. On many occasions you tried to pry an opinion out of him, but the most you got were heated glares and scoldings that didn’t assist you in understanding his preferences. Dabi never expressed concern over the level of exclusiveness the two of you were on.

So, you assumed he didn’t care.

Which made it all the more easy to disregard him when you couldn’t stand the thought of being around the flame user. If he wanted to be moody and take his frustrations out on you, that was up to him. But he shouldn’t expect you to come loyally crawling back when you needed to release some pent up energy.

Dabi would probably expect it though. Too bad for him.

You were still on a high, endorphins coursing steadily through your system. Part of you was bothered that even after you’d disregarded Dabi’s questionable feelings over you seeking others to fulfill your needs, you still found yourself thinking of him after the deed was done. Because as you lay in bed, a fellow villain in the works just about completely passed out next to you, your mind still drifted to Dabi.

You cursed yourself for the internal betrayal.

It only made you more pissed at the arsonist. Here you were, trying to enjoy yourself completely free of his mindless torment, and yet you still thought of him. Did he feel the same levels of distress as you did over such a menial thing?

Honestly, you doubted it. Dabi’s carefree attitude probably wouldn’t allow him a second thought towards your comfort. But maybe, under that tough exterior was a man who might actually give a damn about whatever the two of you have going on.

Unfortunately, his recent behaviour made you unable to sympathize. He didn’t deserve your energy that was put into thoughtful concerns and ‘what ifs’ over unspoken realities. What he did deserve was something to make him feel as uneasy as you did. It was worth a shot―to poke the bear.

Determinedly, you swiped your phone from the nightstand next to you, the warm glow of the lamp lightly illuminating your side of the bed. It was late, but you knew all too well about Dabi’s unhealthy sleeping habits, along with the other self-destructive tendencies you had to put up with many times before.

With a few taps on the smooth touchscreen, his contact was pulled up, and subsequently the ongoing conversation.

You were an independent woman, and he needed to know that. It wouldn’t surprise you if Dabi thought he had you wrapped around his finger. So, in this state of post-sex bliss, it only seemed right to let him know just what he was missing.

Well...sort of.

It was probably safer to keep the details of your night vague, for the sake of both yourself and the now slumbering individual next to you. A non-explicit, but still concrete in meaning message.

< How do you feel about the thought of me with someone else?

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You figured he’d be up at this hour. And especially given the state of your relationship, you expected him to respond immediately. He might be a moody little bitch but he was almost always down to hook up.

But there was nothing.

Semi-defeated, you threw your head back against the flat pillow. Fucking typical.

Your phone buzzed in the light grip your hand held on it.

> i’d probably fuck you infront of them and then kill them.

Just slightly, your eyes widened at the message, an unexpected feeling of anxiety pitting in your stomach.

...Oh.

Dabi could be crude...so now was just him doing what he does best, right? Well, if he suddenly had such a strong opinion, then why shouldn’t you give him a taste of his own medicine?

Act like him―like you don’t care. That’ll rile him up.

< Yeah, okay…

You waited for a response in anticipation. It was petty, but you wanted so badly to make him hurt the way you did. Dabi never gave a shit about you enough to offer any form of permanency, or commitment to preserving your feelings. Realistically, you shouldn’t be so torn up over a guy who is that careless.

But as you lay in bed, eyes trained on the artificially glowing screen, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest from growing.

The text showed, ‘read 1:40 AM.’

And so, you could only resign yourself to fate.

_____

Dabi couldn’t technically blame you for your behaviour―but he was going to regardless.

While he never came out and said he was bothered by your spur of the moment, mixed-message text, you could tell that you’d struck a nerve. And now you were starting to regret it, for the most part.

Dabi didn’t get angry in the same ways a lot of people did. He didn’t curse anyone out, or make a scene out of putting someone in their place. No―he was silent with it.

From the time he’d spent accompanying you on missions, you slowly picked up on his habit for chatter amidst the fighting. Relentlessly taunting the enemy before burning them to a crisp, with a stretched grin on his face the whole time. Dabi knew his strengths usually tended to outmatch his opponents, so he grew cocky.

You hated him for it, but now you wished those teasing remarks he’d throw around the battlefield were still a thing of the present.

Dabi didn’t need to use words to show just how much your surprise text ended up irking him. The unbridled violence, burning any threat in sight that got close to either of you without so much as a hint of hesitation to think about his actions told you all that you needed to know.

He didn’t say anything outside of the few worded offers of instructions during your brief outings. And even then, Dabi was uncharacteristically cold. Not that he didn’t always have a certain air of harsh sternness, but throughout it persisted a distinct playfulness. Something that suggested his arsonistic behaviour was amusing to a degree.

And now it boiled down to destroying anything and everything without batting an eye, with a look that could kill cemented into his features the whole time.

It was a mistake.

With each passing second spent in the heavy silence that was his presence, your resolve to stay proud of making him feel for you was crumbling into ash. The tension remained palpable, and some deep fury inside of him was practically buzzing off of his being.

So when he called you two weeks after the incident, you figured he was ready to tell you to fuck on out of his life. It would be better than the seething rage he quite clearly felt whenever you were near him. An act of mercy, so to speak. You still had potential as an upcoming villain, so perhaps he didn’t want to see all his hard work go to waste.

But then he invited you over.

Dabi almost had to repeat himself as you failed to comprehend his words for a moment. He wanted to apologize. In person, no less. To make up for his shitty behaviour, a result of something that wasn’t even your fault.

Surely you could spare him the time of day, or rather night, to hear the poor guy out?

You agreed.

But your gut feeling told you to run in the opposite direction and never stop.

Turns out, Dabi really did have you wrapped around his finger. Because despite that sinking feeling that just got worse and worse with every step in the direction of his place, you kept going. The voice in the back of your head screaming at you, telling you that something was wrong. That it’s Dabi you’re talking about, and he’d never just admit to being at fault―it was never offered the spotlight in your consciousness.

Because even though the two of you weren’t exclusive, what happened two weeks ago was the first time you were ever with another person like that. Dabi was your first, he taught you everything you wanted to know. But even then, as someone who held such an important place in your life, he couldn’t find it in himself to offer you anything more than those passing nights satiating each other’s carnal desires.

That’s why you moved forward. Hoping that this would be the turning point. That you’d finally be free from his vague answers that left you more unsatisfied than before you even asked them. You didn’t need his permission to be with other people, but you had a strange sense of loyalty to him for showing you the ropes.

What you wanted now was for him to admit that whatever was going on between you, it wasn’t anything more than friends with benefits. He was your mentor, and occasionally you’d fuck on the side. But that was it. Whatever this ‘loyalty’ was, it wasn’t enough to warrant his treatment towards you.

You needed to hear him admit that what he said was wrong, and that like you suspected, he was just too lazy to give you a concrete answer over whether or not he cared about your life outside of him.

In a last ditch effort to calm the nerves that were intrusively firing off in opposition against what you were about to do, you took a deep breath before knocking on his door.

Dabi eventually greeted you, leaning against its frame with eyes trailing up and down your form. “Glad you came.”

He was wearing only a pair of black sweatpants, putting the scars adorning his arms and chest on full display. The metal staples glinted in the cold lighting emitting behind him, and you did your best not to stare at the entrancing sight.

Just get what you came here for. An apology. An explanation. The truth.

You offered a small side smile, looking past him into the dimly lit expanse of his home. “I did. Can we get this over with please?”

He gave pause for a moment, before pushing off the door frame, stepping to the side and gesturing with his hand for you to enter.

Unspoken, you stepped through the threshold, trying to maintain a distance between your bodies as you slipped past him. Now inside, you noted how much warmer it was than the frigid nighttime air. Dabi always ran a little hotter than most people―naturally. Only now you could really appreciate it for what it was worth, wondering if he even needed heating in the colder months of the year.

Your body tensed at the lowness of his voice behind you, catching you off guard. “Before I say anything...there’s something I wanna show you, if that’s alright.”

You turned to face the flame user, quirking a brow at his characteristically vague offer. “I guess that depends, what is it?”

Like the time you spent on the way here, a distant feeling of dread settled in the back of your mind. A somewhat playful smirk crept across Dabi’s face, lightly tugging at the staples keeping his skin together. “Well, if I told you then it would ruin the surprise. You’ll like it, I promise.”

...

You didn’t trust him.

But, that didn’t mean your emotional state could afford to deny him. You wanted to get what you came here for and then get the hell out. If that meant some momentary setback, then so be it.

You gave the scarred man an inquisitive scowl, before lightly shrugging your shoulders in compliance.

That’s all the confirmation Dabi needed, as he began stalking to the back of the living space without another word. And if his back wasn’t turned as you trailed behind him, you’d be able to see the small grin just barely ghosting his lips.

The door to his bedroom creaked open as he pushed against it, only a dim light from a lamp spewing out. Dabi stepped aside, “After you.”

Once again, you regarded him with a sceptical look. It wasn’t the first time he’d acted in such a way, the man being generally shrouded in mystery. Yet, as he waited patiently for you to see whatever he had prepared, those alarms in the back of your head felt deafening.

With a deep sigh, you carefully stepped into the bedroom. And as soon as you were past that threshold, you stopped dead in your tracks.

It was him. Tied to a chair, gagged and sporting a painful looking black eye―the man from two weeks ago. You almost forgot his face, like yourself a budding villain only seen in passing. But you were positive it was him, shaking, scared, and wide-eyed for the flame user behind you.

Somehow, Dabi managed to find the now unfortunate soul you slept with instead of him, and as the door to the bedroom shut, a click of a lock falling into place under a key, the weight of the situation crashed down upon.

Your quirk isn’t offensive, nor defensive. It’s support class, and entirely useless now.

With a turn of your head, you saw Dabi pocketing a small key, a devilish smirk plastered across his face. As for you, such emotions never came.

“What the hell is this? Why is he here?”

Without acknowledging your distressed questioning, Dabi walked past you and towards the man now struggling against the bindings. “You wouldn’t believe the mouth on this guy, doll.” A little too aggressively, Dabi rested his hands atop the man’s shoulders, instantly stilling him. “Told me all about the fun the two of you had.”

Your eyes rested on the coldness of his, that gaze lingering with a dangerous amusement.

“Dabi...what’s this about?”

In truth, your intuition had already led you to the likely conclusion of this ‘surprise’ of his. But the cruelty of it all, the unexpectedness, had you praying it would play out in any other way than you were predicting.

Dabi’s stare drifted, taking in your still unmoving form, regarding you up and down before those cerulean eyes landed on yours again.

It was almost a sneer, laughing slightly at your disbelief. “You really don’t know how badly you fucked up, do you?”

And just like that, you felt the blood drain from your face. It was never your place to decide what he was and wasn’t comfortable with, even if it went against your own boundaries. With the meaning of his words dawning on you, it was clear that his long held silence in the matter should’ve been enough to sway you against seeking others.

All that was left to do was reason with him, and hope you and the man tied down would make it out of this alive.

With a shaky breath, you forced the words out of your system. “We’re not exclusive. This is taking things way too far, and he doesn’t deserve to be roped into your shit.”

Dabi lightly drummed a finger against the man’s shoulder, head tilting at your claims. “Tell me, have I ever once said you could go around fucking other guys?”

You swallowed nervously, shifting uneasily under his focused glare. “...Well no, but―”

“Then what the fuck were you doing whoring yourself out to him, huh?”

The room was completely silent, save for the heavy breathing of the terrified man, and the sound of your hammering heart reverberating in your skull. You flinched at his words. It hurt, when Dabi knew very well that he was the only man you’d been with, aside from this one time fling, an issue that was being blown way out of proportion.

He continued before you could give an explanation, voice low, eyes narrowed and piercing. “I should just kill him right here and now for touching you. Bet the fucker would deserve it anyways.”

Honestly, you didn’t think the feeling of your heart dropping in your chest could feel any more intense. But it did, and the tears welling and threatening to spill down your cheeks could attest to it.

“...You don’t mean that.”

Dabi’s lips pulled into a sinister smile, putting tension on the staples adorning his face. You weren’t sure if it was the look he gave you, or the words that followed which frightened you more.

“Oh, you know that I do, sweets. But...since I’m so forgiving, I thought I’d let you earn his freedom instead.”

Not a sound was to be heard as you processed his words. An offer so vague, but dreadfully explicit at the same time.

Your voice was quiet, barely audible. “How?”

Somehow, that horrid grin grew wider. “You care about him, right? So...you should be willing to do whatever it takes to keep him alive.”

At this point your nails were digging painfully into the skin of your palms, being the only thing grounding your racing thoughts. Reluctantly, you responded. “What do you want from me?”

If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn he waited to reply for dramatic effect alone. He should know what he wants, otherwise nothing would be playing out so smoothly for him.

“Strip.”

Your gaze flitted to the still restrained man, looking just as appalled as you. Dabi looked everything but the sort though, still immensely enjoying the reactions you so honestly gave.

“I―I’m not doing that in front of the both of you.”

At your words, Dabi simply shrugged, an expression of casualness crossing his features. “Suit yourself.”

And just like that, his hand gripped the back of the man’s neck, and in the dim lighting of the room you could see a blue luminance come from his palm. There was an agonizing shriek, but it was muffled by the cloth gag still nestled firmly in the guy’s mouth.

Your body acted before you could think through the actions. “WAIT!”

Some of the distance between the three of you had been closed, you now at the foot of the bed where they were both facing. Dabi ceased his actions, seeming greatly pleased with your frantic and pleading state.

There was a pause, and his hand just barely pulled back.

“You know what to do.”

With your lower lip slightly quivering, you stayed motionless, inwardly praying he’d change his mind. But that change never came, and instead it was the familiar flame in the palm of his hand, mere centimeters away from skin.

“Alright! Alright…” With raised hands, you watched as Dabi went back to gripping the man’s shoulder. And so, with shaky movements, you fumbled with the fabric of your clothing. Your shirt was pulled up across your body, maybe even a little hurriedly.

Of course, Dabi would have none of your rushed intentions. “Ah-ahh. Nice and slow now, princess. Put on a good show for us.”

Not before regarding him with a hate filled glare, regrettably, you did as he said. Still facing them, you slowly peeled the rest of your clothing off of your body, article by article. The pile of discarded garments eventually laid abandoned at your feet, and in a feeble attempt to preserve your remaining dignity, you shielded your body with your hands as much as possible.

Dabi’s command came abruptly. Short and to the point. Those lack of words told you all you needed to know of the silent and seething anger inside of him.

“Get on the bed.”

Once again, you could only do as he harshly instructed, words spilling from his mouth with no hesitation. The mattress sunk under your weight, the wrinkled comforter pressing into your legs as you kneeled atop the blankets.

There was an amused snicker, “There we go. Now, touch yourself.”

You hated it. You hated Dabi. You hated yourself for not reading his silence properly.

But you spread your legs on the bed regardless, jaw clenched and heart racing.

Like a predator taking in the sight of its prey, Dabi’s eyes followed your hand as it moved south, one still being used to cover your breasts. You hesitated, and he was quick to comment. “Go on, a slut like yourself shouldn’t give a damn who’s watching, right?”

That’s not true. He doesn’t mean it.

Dabi knows he was your first, and the poor man roped into all of this was the only other person you’d been with. But Dabi was cruel, and his words were meant only to sting, whether or not they held true meaning.

There was no room to argue his point, so instead you screwed your eyes shut, and let your fingers slide down your body. To ease your own discomfort in the slightest, you gathered up some of your own arousal, running the pads of your fingers across your slit. You surprised yourself to even find a build up of wetness, the feeling only messing with your head.

You weren’t enjoying this. You weren’t.

You began rubbing tight circles into your clit, desperately trying to move things along. Honestly, you had zero clue how far Dabi was going to take things tonight. But wherever it was going, you wanted to reach the end as fast as you could.

Unconsciously, your hips moved in tandem with the pace of your fingers. A familiar heat began to build, and you could feel the coil in your abdomen start to tighten. You knew their eyes were on you, Dabi’s piercing stare not being one you wanted to meet.

But the thought of it, knowing he was studying your every move with intent, had you clenching around nothing. It was never lost on you how he treated you in normal circumstances―uncharacteristically observant to the way you reacted under his touch. Sometimes you thought he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. And so your mind wandered to those moments where he’d have you melting into a pool of bliss, hoping to ease your nerves from the less than private situation you were being subjected to. You let out an involuntary whimper, your fingers picking up the pace.

You were so close, the urgency of wanting to finish quickly having you coming undone faster than normal. Desperately, you ground yourself into your own hand, focusing on simply feeling.

...

“Stop.”

Your eyes shot open, confused and now painfully aware again of what was going on. There was nothing to say, so you simply regarded Dabi in anguish. He wasn’t going to make things easy on you.

He moved out from behind the man and towards you as he spoke, slowly sauntering with menacing steps. “Aw, don’t give me that look, sweets.” Dabi stopped at the foot of the bed, peering down at you with that cold stare.

“You’ve gotta make up for what you’ve done, remember?”

_____

You could feel the drool seeping out of your mouth, running down your chin and pooling onto the bed sheets beneath your head. Dabi’s grip was tight, a hand firmly latched onto your hair. Pulling you back and forth in quick motions, groaning as you sucked his cock at a steady rhythm.

He’d long abandoned patience, once letting you go at your own pace, now taking control in disappointment for your lack of motivation. Almost considerately, his thumb swiped a fallen tear wetting your cheek. It didn’t do much aside from smearing the build-up of moisture, only showing you that he didn’t really care.

Hoping to move things along, you ran your tongue along the underside of his length, pressing into a prominent vein before feeling the cold metal of a Jacob’s Ladder. Hollowing out your cheeks, you attempted to bob your head to take back some independence. Dabi hissed in response to your ministrations, having disregarded the man behind him for a short while.

The flame user let out a breathy huff above you, “Fuck...just like that.”

You flicked your tongue around the head of his cock, dragging it against the weeping slit as he kept you in one place for a moment. But not a second later he was forcing himself back down your throat, earning a pained whimper from you as you remained kneeled over, propped up by your elbows and trying to grip his thighs for some semblance of support.

The vibrations made Dabi hiss, unrelenting in his ways as he fucked your mouth. “Look at you, fuckin’ drooling all over yourself―dirty little bitch.”

The way he pressed so deep into you, hitting the back of your throat with each harsh thrust had you gagging around his length. That only seemed to spur him on, the grip on your hair tightening and his movements becoming more erratic. You could feel yourself growing lightheaded, unable to breath as you desperately tried to keep up with his brutal pace.

Dabi had gotten talkative again―always did when he was close to cumming. “Ah, f-fuck. So goddamn good, babydoll. Takin’ me s-so well.”

A hand pushed against his thigh, trying to pull yourself from him. He laughed at your feeble attempts. “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it. N-not letting you off that easy…”

Black spots started to form in your vision, it taking everything you had not to anger the man relentlessly face-fucking you. Pained, you whimpered around his cock, and that must’ve been the final nail in his coffin.

Dabi let out a strangled groan, and you could feel the hot ropes of cum spilling down the back of your throat. Finally, he pulled you from his length, and you sputtered out in a fit of choking the second you could take a breath of air.

Exhaustedly, your body sank into the bed, a sedating lightheadedness clouding your mind as oxygen returned to your system. A certain muffledness enveloped your senses, being so drained from his actions. Your eyes were closed, so you didn’t see where he moved next.

Not until the bed dipped behind you, and a hand weaved its way into your hair once again did you realize what he was doing, and what he had planned next.

Dabi yanked your head towards, and you could feel his exposed and partly scarred torso pressing into your back as he leant down to speak into your ear. “I wasn’t fucking kidding when I said I’d fuck you in front of him.” He was laughing through the statement, clearly having much more fun with the situation than you were.

Yet, as much as you told yourself that you hated Dabi for what he was doing, as much as you repeated in your mind how you’d never come back to him again―his words still got to you. Unfaltering and honest, not a threat―but a promise. Knowing how good he always made you feel only had your headspace heading down a foggy path of conflicted acceptance.

Your head fell back onto the bed as he released his hold on your hair, opting to grip your hips with calloused hands instead. You let out a whine as a finger dipped between your folds, coming back to run across your slit.

“Fuck, dollface. Like a goddamn faucet back here―you enjoy bein’ watched like this?” Dabi punctuated his question with a harsh smack to your ass, the skin stinging under the impact and you lurching forward in surprise.

A high pitched yelp escaped your lips. “N-no! I―”

Another smack, this time on the opposite cheek. The sharp pain radiated through your backside, and you could’ve sworn the contact of his hand on your skin felt hotter than it should be.

Typical.

“Try again, cause this dripping pussy says otherwise.”

You balled up loose parts of the comforter in your fists, limbs shaking from his actions. “I’m n-not―”

It was much harder this time, his hand coming down causing a more strained wail to involuntary leave your body.

Dabi leaned down once again, “I’m not gonna move on ‘til you admit you wanna get fucked in front of this asshole.”

Another hit.

“Say it.”

You stayed silent.

Another hit.

“Beg for me to fuck you.”

Another hit.

You sobbed into the bedsheets, chest heaving with the exertion that the searing pain was causing you. Somewhere distant, you felt certain inhibitions and reservations leave your mind, bogged down by the suffocating presence of the man behind you. Your voice came out ragged, choked and cracking. “P-please, Dabi…”

His rugged palm collided with the reddened flesh on your ass again, no doubt to be sporting bruises by the morning. “Speak up, slut.”

A shaky breath was exhaled from your system. “Please, I―I want you to fuck me...”

There was a bout of silence, and you feared that the scorching pain would resume.

But it didn’t.

Dabi chuckled lowly. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

You gave a deep sigh of relief at his words. It baffled you how he could switch back and forth like that. One moment savagely aggressive, the next nonchalant and disregarding your pains and aches.

He didn’t disregard certain needs of yours however. Or his, for that matter.

A crease formed between your brows at the sensation of the tip of his cock slipping down and up your aching heat. A mewl left your parted lips when he pressed into your abandoned and needy clit. Unconsciously, you moved yourself against his length, coating it in your slick while trying to gain some much needed friction.

In the moment of countless intense sensations coming together all at once, it felt like you and Dabi were the only two people in the room.

You could feel the velvety tip pushing past your entrance, sliding in with ease with how much you were already dripping from being previously denied release. Dabi went surprisingly slow, letting you feel each and every inch of his length as it rubbed perfectly against your walls. The metal piercings that ran up the underside of his cock were a stark contrast to everything else you were feeling, but it was mouth-wateringly satisfying regardless.

Dabi let out a groan as he bottomed out, now not wasting a moment before he began thrusting in and out of your sopping core. The grip on your waist only grew tighter with each passing second. That, and as he was digging his blunt nails into the plush skin, the palms of his hands were also heating up. But as Dabi continued to relentlessly bury himself inside of you at a near brutal pace, the temperature never made it past something that would leave a mark. It stung, but the low burning was distant when the rest of his presence was so much more intense.

The always lingering smell of smoke and cigarettes invaded your senses, the haze over your mind growing thicker. It was sedating, emotionally subduing, coaxing you to drown in the entrancing state until all that mattered was Dabi.

You could feel your limbs growing weaker, legs shaking as a warmth developed inside of you. Your walls clamped down around his length, growing more and more sensitive with each thrust. Your orgasm was creeping up on you fast with the way his cock kept brushing up against that sensitive and spongy bundle of nerves.

Dabi groaned at the way you were sucking him in, catching on to how close you were to release. It only egged him on further, a hand detaching from your hip to push the side of your face into the mattress. “Fuckin’ do it, slut. Cum on my cock.” With a sharp thrust, the back of his thighs colliding with yours with each movement, you felt yourself beginning to come apart underneath him.

“Why don’t you show the fucker who makes you feel this good, huh?”

There was a moment of white hot bliss, and then the waves of your orgasm were crashing down upon you, your walls clenching around Dabi’s cock. You let out a silent scream, drool seeping into the fabric your head was being shoved into. He continued with his rough and skillfully well aimed thrusts as he fucked you through it.

“That’s it, good fucking girl…”

Your release sapped almost all of your remaining energy, but not everything. Dabi continued to ravage your worn out body. You whimpered at the overstimulation he was inflicting.

“I-I can’t, Dabi. It’s too...t-too much…”

He huffed in response, his thrusts growing erratic and faster. “Aw, you can’t handle it? Well...maybe you should’ve thought about that before pissing me off.”

In a pitiful attempt to relieve yourself from his ministrations, you tiredly pulled away from him, arms shaking and threatening to give out.

“The fuck do you thing you’re going, doll?”

Dabi dragged you back, snapping his hips against you hard. His back pressed into yours, and you shrieked when his teeth sunk into the skin of your shoulder blade. Not breaking it, but drawing dangerously close. His dick twitched inside of you at the strangled noises escaping your mouth, rutting into you without pause.

You could tell he was getting close, breathing heavy against your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle across your body. An arm snaked around your waist, you mewling as two fingers began rubbing tight circles against your clit.

Dabi continued leaving marks along your back, one arm bracing him beside your head while the other was tasked with rolling and pinching your sensitive nub in between his fingers.

That familiar heat began pooling once again, you not even being able to think straight as Dabi practically fucked you stupid.

You heard the flame user laugh slightly at your state. He couldn’t see your face with the way you were positioned, but if he could, he’d be met with your eyes glossed over, nearly rolling back in your skull with how well he was working you over.

The hand not circling your puffy clit wrapped around your throat. In one swift motion, Dabi pulled both of you up, your back leant against his, eyes shutting tightly closed as your head rested against his shoulder. He kept up the fast pace, his length pressing even deeper and in new places than it was before.

His breath hit the shell of your ear, a shiver running down your spine as the raspiness of Dabi’s voice permeated through the blissed out trance you were in. “Tell me, could he make you feel as good as I do?”

…

The question didn’t quite resonate with you.

You didn’t know who ‘he’ was.

But you were sure that nobody could please you like Dabi did.

“N-no…”

The pace of his fingers quickened, you barely able to stay upright as you gripped the wrist of the hand latched around your neck.

“That’s right, I’m all you’ll ever need.”

Dabi wasn’t asking for your agreement. It was a statement. As far as he was concerned, Dabi was the only one who could satisfy you. Nobody else could do what he did to you. Not now, not ever.

With a particularly sharp and well angled thrust, you came on his cock for the second time. A strew of moans spilled from your wetted lips, full body shudders wracking your system.

And like that, Dabi’s hips sputtered, his cum spilling out inside of you and painting your walls white. His fingers constricted around your throat harder for a few seconds, before releasing his hold completely.

You haphazardly slumped back down into the mattress, chest heaving in exhaustion. You barely registered the feeling of Dabi’s cock slipping from your abused cunt, cum dribbling down your thighs and dripping onto the sheets.

...But you did register the force of your body being flipped over so that you were laying on your back.

Fighting against the heavy weight of your eyelids, you peered up at Dabi’s towering form. He was settled between your legs, spiked hair sticking to his forehead and eyes unmoving from yours. A look both satisfied, but aching for more.

“Don’t get all tired on me now. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

_____

Warm light spilled through the space of the room, the defined rays in the dark picking up particles slowly drifting about in the air. The curtains stayed closed, save for that small sliver letting such contrasting luminance in. It landed upon the blankets, your eyes following the ripples in the fabric while you came to.

It was comfortable, the heat of the sun, and of the room, wrapping around your mind and body. A sereneness to it all, unmoving and unworrying.

Until you shifted, and a dull aching throb brought you to your senses.

A glance to the foot of the bed. Eyes searching for evidence. The chair from the night before was nestled back into the corner of the bedroom, tucked neatly under a desk. You thought you were alone.

And as you rolled over onto your other side, the collision with another body proved otherwise. Still a little slow from the grip of sleep, and of the pains settling in your body, your head tilted up to observe the other occupant of the bed.

“Mornin’, doll.”

Blue eyes met yours. A small smirk adorning his face, yours remaining blank.

“...Where is he?”

A sigh escaped his lungs, the air hitting your skin. Dabi brought a hand up to your face, slowly, fingers ghosting your cheek. He paused, cupping your face lightly, thumb caressing your cheekbone.

“I let him go.”

His voice was quiet, barely a whisper. If you weren’t mere centimeters apart from him, you’d miss the short confession completely.

Dabi’s gaze lingered, locked with yours. You flitted between both irises, searching. Answers unspoken, a truth untold. Something that he wasn’t telling you.

A static doubt flickered in the back of your mind. There was a challenge to be had in the way he regarded you. His words playing out in your own conscience.

Do you really believe that?

Breaking the stare, but not the tension that only you could feel, he pulled your body into his. Your head laid atop his chest, the smell of his cologne permeating, and unmistakably Dabi.

You felt the reverberations of his voice as he spoke, said with a breathy exhale. “Go back to sleep, ‘still early…”

A hand remained carding through your hair, motions slow and soothing. The other lightly squeezed your exposed hip, a gesture reassuring, but it didn’t completely feel as such.

There was no denying the tiredness your body felt. His touches, soft and affectionate, coaxing you to heed his words. Dabi knew how your body reacted to him. He was your first. Your only.

And you knew him too. You knew better than to not listen.

So you did.

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