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satancopilotsmytardis · 3 months ago

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Head Empty, Stuffed...

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Summary: Commissioned by @curufins-smile. Dabi has a hard time letting go in his and Shigaraki’s scenes until he starts pretending to be something he’s not. The escalation from that point to pretending to be nothing but a head-empty horny slut is not something he foresaw for himself, but he is absolutely not complaining when it makes him feel so good.

Contents: BDSM, Dumbification, Bimbofication, Feminization, Lingerie, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Creampie, Cock Cage, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Prostate Milking, Spanking, Dacryphilia, Subspace

Word Count: 8,167

Dabi has, even after everything in his life has gone wrong, always been the kind of person who thinks he knows exactly how and where his life is going to go next. Maybe that innate sense is from how he was told he had purpose when he was born, maybe he is just someone who constantly seeks out a way to make his life mean something, but either way, he has always known what he would be. That thing has changed over the years, but visualizing his future was never something that he had trouble with.

Tomura Shigaraki might be the only time Dabi has been thrown a curveball and left spinning on his ass as he tries to figure out where he's going from here. Dabi wasn't expecting Shigaraki to be anything other than a villain obsessed with his own goals when he first heard about the League. And then he hadn't been expecting him to be anything other than an entitled, loser, brat, gamer-bro villain who was being bankrolled by real power in villain circles and he would just be a tool for Dabi to use to get to his goals. And then he thought he was a worthless waste of space when AFO got arrested. And then he thought that maybe Shigaraki could actually be capable enough for him to be worth Dabi spending his time with after the Overhaul thing. It wasn't until he watched Duster tear down the city around them in Deika as he convinced the army that was standing against them that he could be a good leader and that hitching his horse to this wagon until his own inevitable end was truly a good idea. Dabi has had a lot of thoughts about Shigaraki over the months that they've known each other, but he absolutely didn't have any concrete ones about the other man’s sexuality until he was confronted with it.

"Grand Commander," The PLF member that spoke was a woman, in her early twenties, bright eyes, big tits, and a sweet smile that had not convinced Dabi that she was innocent and coquettish as she was trying to present herself as she immediately got a little too close to Shigaraki as she introduced herself. "It's so wonderful to see the new direction that you've taken the organization in so far." She said, completely ignoring Dabi who had been in the middle of trying to set a time for he and Shigaraki to go over what he'd missed since he spent two straight weeks getting healed by the doctor so that he wouldn't be limping around here on his cane or dying of gangrene from the fingers that had to be amputated. "I would love to spend some time together one-on-one and hear about the other ways that you plan to make changes." She batted her eyelashes and Dabi would have gagged if he weren't so flabbergasted that anyone would make a pass at Shigaraki of all people. "I have a combat quirk, so if you're cleared for more strenuous activities, we could also do some training together sometime."

He'd opened his mouth to say something then, but Shigaraki had blatantly run his eyes up and down her body before he'd turned back to him. "We can meet in my office tomorrow at eight. I'll see you then." Before he turned and walked off with her.

Dabi had gaped after him, but when the shock and indignation wore off, he had figured Duster had just never gotten any attention from a girl before and the socially isolated gamer was just begging for attention and his first taste of pussy.

And then when he went back up to their wing of the villa after finishing all of his work for the day, he had heard her howling with her pleasure and begging for more through the walls until nearly two in the morning. Dabi had been just about to lose his mind, but thankfully, someone else spoke to Duster about the lackluster soundproofing in their rooms and he had contractors up there within the week to make sure the incident didn't repeat itself.

So fine, Dabi acknowledged that Shigaraki fucks. He could also say that chick was putting on a good show for whatever status she didn't end up getting from fucking the new leader. But that didn't stop other people from trying it with Duster too. More girls, guys, people outside of the binary, and Shigaraki accepted a handful. Dabi couldn't even tell what the other liked, given that the people he took to bed had such a wide variety of different traits, worked in different departments, and had completely different styles. But whatever. Shigaraki's dick was his business, and Dabi was going to go back to ignoring it. He could admit that he didn't expect Shigaraki to be the kind who was able to pull but that wasn't going to impact his work.

And then Shigaraki stopped seeing anyone else and Toga mentioned when he was helping her trim her hair that he smelled lovesick. The idea of their boss being so fucking influenced by his emotions like that had Dabi hording the knowledge like a knife in his back pocket. He thought that was fair given that they had tried to kill each other when they first met.

It was bad form for him to pull it out when he was trying to go over work with Duster in his office and he noticed that the other man seemed a little distracted.

"Put away the longing, hand job, I'm not just here to look pretty." He'd snapped and that had red eyes locking onto his with an intensity he hadn't been expecting. "Yeah, Toga told me about your crush, stop thinking about it when we're supposed to be working." He couldn't help pressing the advantage when he had it.

Shigaraki had tensed slightly and then he'd taken a slow breath, "What about outside of work?"

Dabi snorted and went back to the papers, "What you do with your dick outside of work isn't my concern unless you make it mine."

Dabi had thought he was being pretty clear that he didn't give a fuck who Shigaraki, well, fucked, but when they finished their work and he stood up to leave and Shig had caught his wrist, stepped right into his space, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck just gently enough not to kill him before his mouth had been over his own and he was being devoured, Dabi realized that neither of them had been playing with a full deck.

He had changed his expectations about Shigaraki a lot since they met, and even more when he'd gotten his head out of his own ass and actually started dating him properly. But Dabi had not been able to anticipate how much he would want to change where he was going next or who he was when he was with Tomura. Not giving up his goals, or changing who he would be outside of their bedroom, but inside of it? Oh, he had no idea just how freeing it would be to not have to think about that future or have any expectations on him but his dom's.

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Dabi is going to kill someone. He might kill a lot of someones if he goes out this weekend to 'recruit' as they try to keep up the pretense that they still don't have the resources that they do now with the PLF. Besides, keeping the heroes, especially Hawks who is still trying to crawl back into his good graces after he blew up at him, and blew his tattered cover, when he pulled the sword on him after the High-End fight is a good thing. He should probably take a couple of days off and wander around in a city not too far from Fukuoka so that he thinks that he's just been slumming it there in the aftermath. After that, maybe he should try a gamble with the doctor. He's not going to turn him into a nomu now, not when that would get him the wrong kind of attention from the rest of the League, but maybe he could do something about the shitty medical care he's been able to get for himself since he left the hospital. At least Ujiko actually has a medical license. After that it would probably behoove him to take some time digging around the files that their spy in UA sent them. He hasn't heard much about his brother's studies since his internship started, not since that villain went to their house and Natsuo nearly got killed. He should also--

"Dabi."

He blinks, looking up from his laptop where he was finishing writing the meeting notes so that none of the other lieutenants, i.e. Geten, can pretend to have 'forgotten' something that they talked about and then go about doing the same old bullshit that he used to before they rebranded.

"I'm going to be home this weekend." He tells him easily, "Why don't you go get pretty and we can do something special tonight?"

Dabi didn't realize that his mind had been running so quickly it had seeped tension throughout every inch of his body until his lover offers him a reprieve. "Fuck off." The words are practiced and vicious, but everyone just thinks that he's, as Toga says, a complete prude when it comes to showing anything about his and Duster's relationship outside of their bedroom. They think he's just being prickly because that's what he does and Tomura is teasing him about it because he likes to see the rise that he can get out of him. It's a good illusion to keep because Dabi quickly finishes up the memo so he can go straight upstairs and do exactly what Tomura wants.

Dabi knows that no one in their right mind really would find him pretty, but thankfully, Shigaraki has bad taste and likes to play pretend with him. He likes to be in charge, likes to make sure that Dabi isn't thinking twenty steps ahead as he constantly rushes towards his own goals in the midst of their war. When they have time to be together, he wants it to just be them, not all of the screaming thoughts that race through his head when he gets like this. But being apart for another three weeks while his lover was getting treatments from the doctor and having to keep on top of everything in the PLF has taxed him in a way that he knows will only get worse if he doesn't take the relief that Tomura is offering him. Besides, now that they've found the right cocktail of play that they can use to give him that, he's more than eager to take it.

Knocking down the wall between their rooms, soundproofing the new space, putting in a second walk-in closet, and expanding the ensuite had been a project that took two months, even with the ability to use all of their own people who are also more than happy to use their quirks to speed up the work. But now their room is theirs, made perfect for them when they're inside. The separate seating area with Shig's game setup and the TV, the massive bed with the custom headboard that Dabi has been locked into more than once, a big tub so he can soak in it when he's been worked over too thoroughly to move for himself, and of course, the second closet.

This door is locked whenever they're not using it, both of them knowing that the chances of one of their friends barging into their room for something or another is still extremely high, and not wanting to compromise their privacy or Dabi's dignity by leaving it open. He has one key, Duster the other, and he goes over to the door and feels the last of his tension melt away as he turns it in the lock and hears that satisfying click ring through the room. Dabi enters the closet and immediately is hit with the smell of the soft floral perfume that is sitting on the vanity. Their normal closet is filled with their normal clothes. Tomura's suits, their villain shit, their casual clothes, and it is all just organized cleanly and neatly with an organizer that they essentially just dragged and dropped from some big online furniture store. That room is pragmatic, this room is for play. Dabi steps into the closet, the floor in this room carpeted with a thicker, plusher pale pink than the dull gray of the rest of their room. Three of the walls are covered with built-in drawers, racks, shelves, and cabinets to organize all of the things that they could ever need during play, from dildos, restraints, collars, and lube to leather, lingerie and heels.

Dabi goes over to the section that is absolutely lined from end to end with... girl clothes. He had just about killed Tomura when he suggested it, but after having to safe word out of half a dozen scenes, and then dropping two times he pushed himself to keep them going when his head just could not get to where it needed to be, he was ready to try anything. Becoming Tomura's baby girl had not been something he thought he would like, but it... worked for him. Dabi knows what he is and what he's not, and having Tomura treat him so differently during their play when he already innately knew that he was wearing a costume had helped him to get his head on board with the kinks they were exploring more than any amount of negotiation ever had. So when Tomura tells him to get pretty, he knows that it's time for him to stop being him and for Dabi to start... being Daddy's baby girl.

With how heavy his head has been for the past week, Dabi is more than ready to make things easier for himself by being Daddy's girl now, and he picks out his undergarments first. Different ones usually tell his Daddy what kinds of play he wants. The black strappy ones tell him that he wants him to be mean to him, the red ones beg for him to romance him and give him more pleasure than he thinks that his body can take, the white ask for him to be the one to corrupt him 'first', but Dabi passes over all of those and goes for the bubble gum pink set. His head is too big and heavy and he wants to be stupid for the weekend. He wants his body to feel good and to be able to look at himself and pretend that he's pretty. So he picks out a thin lacy pair of panties that make his cock and balls look so cute inside of them and a pink and white bra with push-up demi cups, the pillow-soft padding pushing the muscle of his chest up so that he looks softer there like he has a cute pair of tits nearly spilling over the edge of the cup trimmed with pink lace. He can't help running his hands up over his chest, biting his lower lip as he sees how much the undergarments alone have already changed how he looks and have made his head feel a little lighter. He can be cute like this.

Dabi loves to go through the rest of the clothes. Daddy sometimes lets him go on shopping sprees with his credit cards, but sometimes he just buys him boxes of new clothes that Dabi doesn't get to see until he picks them out. It makes him feel so spoiled as he gets to walk up and down the rows and select his baby girl clothes for the day. Dabi's whole body goes hot when he sees the micromini skirt that has a little white petticoat attached to the underside that he knows will show his Daddy his ass if he moves at all and he takes that off of the hanger and shimmies into it, before picking a garter, ruffled headband, white stockings, and a pair of pretty heels that he has to sit on the big pink heart-shaped ottoman to put on. They make his legs look nice and push his weight onto his toes, giving him the illusion of a fuller butt beneath the skirt. He's so cute like this and he's a little giddy as he goes over to the vanity. He's already giggling to himself when he realizes that he can't actually pull his skirt low enough to sit on, his panties against the stool as he reaches for his makeup and perfume to make all of him softer.

He adds a fruity scent to his skin to soften the stressful tang of smoke that has been clinging to him after having to be responsible for so long while his Daddy was gone. Then he makes sure that his lashes are curled and there's mascara making them thicker and fuller, making his eyes pop, and covering his lips in a fruity pink sparkly gloss that makes his skin soft. He looks so cute like this. Toga would be jealous of how many cute clothes he has, how cute he gets to be when his Daddy takes care of him. He doesn't know when his Daddy is going to finish with things elsewhere and it's too hard to think about finding wherever he threw his phone when he got into the room, so Dabi stays at his vanity and picks out one of his pretty sparkly nail polishes too and starts to work on those as well.

When they're all painted and all that's left is for him to wait for the top coat to fully cure, he gets up from the vanity and goes out into the rest of their bedroom. Daddy still isn't there and Dabi huffs and throws himself onto their black leather couch, trying to take the remote between his palms so that he doesn't mess up his nails. It's still hard to hit the right button to turn it on, and he immediately starts to scroll through the channels. The TV is always left on the news, but that makes his head full and he knows that baby girls are supposed to have empty heads and holes for their Daddies to fill. So he can't watch something like that. So he clicks through the channels, flitting between a shopping program and a saucy magical girl show that's only on one of the special channels his Daddy got on this TV for them to enjoy. Dabi wonders if his Daddy would buy him all of the pretty sparkly jewelry being advertised and then make him feel good with only that glittering on his body, but then they start to talk about a new air fryer and he switches to the magical girl show and watches as the domineering villain catches the hero with their legs spread wide around a bench that morphs into an undulating snake that starts to move through the city streets. The movements of the snake rub against the hero's crotch, sending waves of pleasure through them as they try to struggle out of their restraints and stop themself from getting so visibly aroused by the treatment as the villain lets the whole city see how humiliated and needy the hero actually is when it comes down to it. Tha has Dabi's clit starting to harden in his panties and he starts to squirm on the couch reaching down to palm himself through his panties. The soft lace puts so much texture against him as he squeezes himself and lets out a moan from how good that feels.

"Already emptying that pretty head for me, princess?" Daddy asks as he shuts and locks their door. Dabi immediately squeezes himself again, spreading his legs wider so Daddy can see how cute he looks in his pretty clothes he bought him.

"Uh-huh."

"Did you finish sending that memo to everyone?" He asks as he starts to loosen his tie.

Dabi blinks, his hand falling away from his crotch, "Yeah, Duster, wha--"

Daddy clicks his tongue with clear derision. "Not empty enough yet, but that's okay, baby girl. Daddy is going to help you become the stupid, needy slut that you were made to be."

Heat rushes fresh through his body, his clit starting to harden and his nipples pebbling inside of his bra as he lets out another needy moan at just the suggestion. Yes, yes, he wants that. He wants to be nothing but empty holes for his Daddy to fill. Daddy goes into the closet and Dabi sits up a bit more on the couch, checking to make sure his nails are dry so he doesn't make any messes that might distract him. When Daddy comes back out he's holding a new toy and a small case. It's a black pillow made of a velvety material that he recognizes as the waterproof kind that their favorite blanket is made of, and it has a strange plastic hole in the center.

"I know that your head gets filled with so many thoughts when Daddy isn't here to make sure that you stay pretty and stupid, princess." He says, leaning down to press a kiss to Dabi's temple before he starts to arrange the cushion on the couch. Daddy then unzips the carrying case and takes out a dildo much smaller than his cock and Dabi pouts. He's gotten so spoiled from having his Daddy's cock that anything smaller feels like a punishment. Tomura chuckles when he sees his expression, "On your hands and knees, baby girl." He gives the order as he locks the dildo into the plastic housing on the pillow. Dabi immediately moves into the position he wants, and Daddy rubs his hands along his ass, his gloves already in place so he doesn't have to worry about Dabi hurting himself if he does something stupid like moaning and spreading his legs wider as he pushes back to try to get his Daddy to touch his pussy sooner. The biting slap that comes down over one cheek only makes his clit twitch hard in his panties and Dabi can't help how hot it makes him.

Daddy doesn't even take his panties off, he just uses one hand to stretch them to the side, his other squirting icy lube against his hole so he's nice and wet for him. But he doesn't unzip his pants and give Dabi what he wants. Instead he presses a finger inside of him, making sure his insides are wet too and Dabi tries to entice him more by heating his body a little more with his quirk. That has Daddy pulling that finger out so he can land a spanking right against Dabi's pussy.

"Naughty girl. Thinking you can manipulate me. Thinking," he clicks his tongue derisively and Dabi whimpers. "It's a good thing I came home when I did, otherwise you would have forgotten completely that good sluts aren't supposed to think."

"I'm sorry, Daddy." He chirps, resisting the urge to push himself back into the touches so he can get more.

"You're not going to be anything but an aching clit and a dripping cunt for me, soon, princess." Tomura promises him. "Because you're going to sit right here," He pulls Dabi up again and has him position himself over the smaller dildo. "You're going to sit here and watch the pretty colors on screen while your pussy gets all warmed up for Daddy's cock." He says before reaching back into the carrying case and taking out a little bullet vibrator. "You're going to tease your cute little clit until you're all wet in your panties and Daddy is sure that you don't have any thoughts rattling around in your head." Dabi's body goes warmer as his Daddy tells him what to do. "But if you cum before I give you permission, then Daddy is going to have to punish you, baby girl."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now let Daddy see you stretch your pussy."

Dabi eagerly holds his panties aside as he sinks down on the false cock, letting it start to stretch him in a much less satisfying way than he knows his Daddy's cock will when he gets it. Then Daddy gives him the bullet and lets him turn it on. The vibrations that start to go through him as he reaches to rub it against his head has another moan immediately tumbling from his lips as his Daddy moves so he can see the TV again. He would have pouted as he realizes that Tomura is going to shower and change if not for the fact his Daddy takes one more thing out, a little black remote from his pocket. He clicks that on and Dabi keens as the pillow starts to move beneath his spread legs, the dildo starting to fuck into his hole slowly. He starts to move in time with it, his clit hardening so much his skirt is tenting and his panties are stretched as he starts to make himself feel so good.

///

Dabi isn't sure how long his Daddy has left him like this. He doesn't know how many episodes of this show have flashed over the screen or how to count the number of times he's had to take the bullet away from his clit. His whole head is foggy, his body trembling. There is smoke leaking from his seams and the heat of his quirk is making his skin glisten with a thin sheen of sweat as his clit aches. His balls are so tight and the dildo inside of him has rendered his wall so sensitive that every slow mechanical thrust is leaving him on the verge of tears. He wants to cum so badly, but he can't. Daddy said he had to wait. But it's so hard to remember that when his whole body is so tight from forcing himself away from his completion again and again.

He keeps running the bullet along himself, having to touch different parts of his oversensitive flesh so that he doesn't spill without permission, but the sharper that the vibrations begin to feel against him, the less he remembers that he's supposed to stop. Or, rather, the less he cares. He wants to feel good. Good girls bounce on cocks, they let their pussies do the thinking for them, they get to feel good all of the time. Dabi is a good girl. He's so cute when he sees himself in the reflection of the screen whenever it goes dark between scenes. He's cute, and good, and he is so, so horny. He wants to be allowed to feel good. Dabi feels himself getting close again and he can't make himself take the bullet away or try to angle himself up so that the toy inside of him isn't rocking so deliciously against his aching prostate anymore. He keeps the toys right where they are and he chases that good, good feeling that he's been starving himself of for the past however long he's been here.

He is just about to tip over that final edge before both toys abruptly turn off completely. Dabi cries out, trying to push the dildo deeper inside of his pussy, trying to find a button on any part of the bullet, tears filling his eyes as his foggy head fails to make sense of what's happening. He was so, so close. He just needed a little more--

"Are you really such a stupid little bimbo that all of Daddy's orders leaked out of your ears like how your pre soaked your panties?"

Just hearing Daddy's voice has him moaning, arching back against the couch so that he can rest his neck against the back of it and look up at him. Daddy's long hair is wet from his shower, his chest bare, and he smells so good that all he wants to do is shove his face against his skin as he brings their bodies as close together as he can.

Daddy doesn't make him try to speak, reaching down to take the bullet from his hand and then rubbing his fingers along Dabi's clit through the lace that is sticky and so wet from how many times he's gotten so close that there is a puddle on the cushion where he's been riding the toy. "But you did get all wet for Daddy without cumming, which means that you don't have to be punished."

"Thank you, Daddy," he chirps automatically. He doesn't like it when he gets punished. Not when that means he doesn't get to feel good the way that Daddy always makes him when he's good.

"Take off your panties, baby girl." Daddy tells him, straightening up so that he can come around the side of the couch.

Dabi tries to move quickly, but his legs are so weak from riding the toy that it takes him a second to even just stand. And when he does, he nearly collapses into Tomura, but thankfully his Daddy is so strong and sure that he catches him. Dabi can't help giggling as he teeters a little on his heels and that makes Daddy smile too.

"My ditzy little girl."

"Uh-huh," He agrees, but manages to get his feet under him so that Daddy can sit on the couch. Tomura was only in a towel, and he sheds that as he sits, letting Dabi see every inch of him. His whole brain feels hot and soupy as his eyes drag along his Daddy's body. Over the swell of his pecks, the strong line of his shoulders, his thick arms, cut stomach, the sharp v of his hips that lead the eye to muscular thighs and the thick, long cock that hangs between them. Dabi's pussy can't actually drip just from seeing him, but he knows that it would if it could. As is, his clitty is twitching in his panties again, and he needs to get out of the scrap of lace that is confining him now. As he shimmies the soaked fabric off of him, trying to do it without getting the icky mess on his stockings or shoes, Daddy opens the lube and pours some into his own palm, reaching for his pretty cock and starting to stroke himself as he watches Dabi partially strip.

"You look so cute like this, princess. Turn around."

Dabi is more than eager to turn for him, giving a little spin that makes him stumble on his weak legs before he fully turns away from Tomura.

"Bend over, baby girl. Let Daddy see how pink your pussy is."

Dabi has to brace one hand against the coffee table as he folds over at the waist immediately, his other one going to his ass as he feels his skirt pull up to expose most of him. He doesn't bother trying to tug it down, he wants to show Daddy how hungry his pussy is, and he spreads his cheek open with the other hand, feeling some of the lube from the dildo slip out and drip along his taint.

"Mm, so cute, all pink and puffy like that, princess. Daddy is going to make you do the same thing when he's all finished filling up your slutty little holes. Gonna take a picture and make it the background on all of your devices so that every time you open one, you remember that you're not supposed to be anything but my needy little cumdump."

"Daddy," it's not a protest. It's a moan, a plea, as he has to quickly lift his hand from the table to push his skirt hard against his clit as it gushes another stream of pre as the thought of never forgetting this makes him so warm.

"Did that get you so close, princess?" Daddy's voice is mocking, but when he looks over his shoulder to nod weakly, he sees that he's smiling. "Okay, baby girl, come here."

Dabi straightens up right away, his skirt pushed up around his clit that's so hard that he's going to turn purple soon, as Daddy leans over the back of the couch to pull another box up from the other side. He stands in front of his Daddy, trying so hard to think through the fog enough to find his words. "I wanna be yours Daddy."

Tomura pauses with one hand in the box. "You're already mine, princess."

"Like this." He admits, feeling warmth in his cheeks as he plays with one of the layers of his little skirt.

"Oh?" He stops stroking himself, his cock hard now and making Dabi's head dizzy with arousal as he licks his lips, knowing that he will taste so good if he takes him into his mouth instead of his aching cunt. Tomura wraps his hand around Dabi's hip and pulls him between his spread thighs. "You want to be Daddy's just like this? Not the scheming little brat, just Daddy's good, dumb, horny slut that doesn't think about anything but getting his pussy filled?"

He can't hide how badly he wants that when his whole body trembles and Daddy can see how the words immediately have thick drops of pre beading on his head and dripping over his skin.

"You can be Daddy's dumb slut all the time, princess." He purrs. "But you'll have to be trained properly. Right now you're such a needy little bitch, you wouldn't be able to walk around in all of your cute little outfits without being tricked into letting someone else touch you and you're Daddy's set of holes."

"I'll be good, Daddy."

"We're going to see about that. I have something that you'd need to wear until I know that you wouldn't let anyone else touch, and so I know that my silly little girl won't get so distracted from his own cute clit that he touches himself without permission. If you can wear it for the rest of the weekend, then Daddy will let you wear some of your princess clothes out on Monday."

"Okay, Daddy!" He agrees immediately. He wants to wear more of his cute clothes. He wants to have his pussy filled. He wants to have his skirts on so that Daddy can decide when he wants him wherever they are and he can bend over for him to fill or drop to his knees right there so he can get his mouth splattered with his cum.

The smile Daddy gives him is so sweet the second before the grip on his hip goes bruising. It goes so tight to keep him in place as Daddy takes the ice pack from the box and presses it directly to his clit and balls, the heat of Dabi's skin so intense and the sharpness of the chill so bright that a hiss goes through the air before he squeals as it instantly starts to melt against him. The cold bites at his princess parts and makes his arousal from there ebb so sharply that Dabi's eyes are filling with tears and his whole mind goes cloudy with heartbreak. He was being a good girl, wasn't he? So why is his Daddy hurting him like this?

The sob that tears out of him is shushed by his Daddy. "It's okay, baby girl. Daddy just wants to see you little."

He doesn't want to be little, he wants to cum, but then Daddy takes away the ice pack when he's all soft and as small as he can go from how badly his body reacted to the cold. Before he can find words, Daddy exchanges the pack for a pink silicone... thingy. Dabi hasn't seen a thing like that before. It looks like a little cup with a ring on one side of it and a little slit going through the tip. Daddy pulls him closer again and he slips his clitty into the tube part before the ring goes around his balls. The tube is textureless inside and once his balls are in place and the sleeve is pulled to the right position, Dabi is squirming again because it feels... little. Not too tight, but it's hugging every part of his clit and he doesn't understand what this toy is for. Daddy uses a little pink padlock to snap the two pieces together and lock them in place. He looks down, reaching for the hem of his skirt so he can see that his clit has been pressed small and tight to his body in a way he hasn't ever had done before. It looks... different.

"There, princess, look at how cute you are in that pretty pink clit cage." Daddy coos at him.

Dabi manages a sniffle. "Cute?" The rest of the words flow through his mind and out the other ear.

Daddy smiles so sweetly. "Absolutely adorable, baby girl. So cute that Daddy doesn't want to wait to have your tight little pussy any more. Come here, precious, in my lap. Daddy wants to watch your pretty tits bounce."

The compliments make his head feel much softer than it did a minute ago and he climbs into Daddy's lap eagerly. He's even happier when he doesn't have to lift himself into the right position. His Daddy is so strong now with all of his special quirks, so Daddy lifts him, hooking Dabi's knees over his shoulders, and bracing him with one hand against his thigh and the other arm supporting him around his lower back. Then he starts to lower Dabi down onto his cock like he's nothing but a fucktoy. Dabi moans at the first press of his thick head against his hole, the sharpness of the ice and strangeness of the clit cage enough to have distracted him from how badly his insides wanted to be stretched properly after being teased with the little toy for so long.

That arousal comes flooding back now but... it can't go to his clit. Dabi keens, looking down at his heaving chest as Daddy sinks him all the way along his length so hard that his tits really do bounce. Dabi gets distracted by the movement for a second, liking the way that he looks in the push-up bra as he jiggles. But then Daddy draws him back up and slams him right back down. The movement of the toy had been slow and aiming to abuse his prostate constantly, but now he's so worked up that these harder, deeper thrusts, brush past it and make him see stars as those untouched, unstretched parts of his pussy are made to take the brunt of the stimulation now. And it's good, it's so, so good, but it doesn't have his clit filling after being chilled. It has his whole body tingling hotter because his arousal can't go where he's used to it. Dabi wants to find words, wants to figure out how he's supposed to cum with the cage on, but Daddy doesn't slow down. He pushes in harder and harder on every thrust, faster and faster as he drags Dabi's body down into them rather than letting gravity take any of the work.

All he can do is moan, reaching for Daddy's hair, tangling his fingers in it and getting even louder when he manages to drag him in closer so that Daddy puts his mouth on his bouncing tits. He catches the center of the bra between his teeth and tugs it down as he lifts Dabi high along his cock, making his tits pop out over the top of the cups when he's tugged back down roughly a second later. With his nipples exposed, Daddy wastes no time in bringing his mouth there, sucking and tugging his piercings with his teeth until his tits are aching almost as badly as his clit that still isn't being allowed to get hard in the tight silicone that is trapping it. Dabi doesn't know if he's ever whined and howled at the way his body feels as he's made to experience his arousal in a completely new way, but every pulse of pleasure through his body that isn't allowed to go to his clit heightens the sensations elsewhere.

He wants to cum so badly, he's wanted to cum for forever now, surely. It's been years at this point, surely, but Daddy doesn't let him. The tight hold on his clit doesn't let him. He just has to writhe as his tits are tortured and his cunt is fucked so roughly, so perfectly, his whole body folded in on himself so that he can be made the perfect toy to satisfy his Daddy's needs. He likes to be used for his needs, so when Daddy keeps fucking him hard as Dabi's own frustration sends sharp tears along his cheeks again, he does get a little relief and satisfaction when Tomura's mouth shifts from his tits to his cheeks so that he can lick away the bloody tracks of tears before he fucks up into him hard one more time before Dabi is mewling as he's filled with Daddy's cum. His whole body is so hot that the thick splash of his seed spilling deep feels cool inside as he is held in place to be pumped full.

"Mm, fuck, princess. Love your pussy so much, don't know how I'm going to get anything done if you're walking around so eager to get filled like this again. Maybe Daddy will need to buy you a few longer skirts so that you can sit in his lap all throughout our meetings. Gonna have to teach you to be quiet if I do though, because I don't think my stupid little slut will be able to stop himself from babbling to everyone about how much he likes to warm his Daddy's cock."

Tomura just came, but Dabi still hasn't been allowed to and he is trembling hard in his lap, sobbing with his need as his hand goes down to his clitty. He tries to tug at the tight ring around his balls, the tighter sleeve that keeps him small and soft no matter how badly he wants to cum, and neither budge. When he can't get them off he tries to rub himself, squeeze himself, through the silicone, and Daddy laughs at his desperation.

"You have to keep it on if you want to stay Daddy's little slut forever." He teases. "You're practicing to be a good girl on Monday, aren't you, baby girl?"

"I wanna cum, Daddy," he whines desperately. "I wanna feel good." It's sheer petulance when he keeps trying to rub himself off fruitlessly as he sobs. "Dumb whores are supposed to feel good! Pretty princesses are supposed to get spoiled!" He's supposed to be both of those things. He made himself a pretty princess for Daddy today by picking out his pink panties. He made himself dumb by emptying his head of anything but the gratification that he's been craving for so long now. He wants to have what he was promised right now!

Daddy laughs at him and makes Dabi squeal as he sinks two fingers into his pussy right alongside his softening cock. The extra stretch has Dabi keening, his toes curling as he feels some of Tomu's cum gush out of his abused pussy. But then those fingers are crooking and rubbing. Like the toy before, they find his prostate and start to prod at it relentlessly. "You're going to do something else today, baby girl. Daddy is going to show you something that will make you even better at being his good little slut. Something that will make him so happy and that will make sure that your needy body learns that it only gets to feel good when Daddy says so. This way you won't ever get so distracted from your own tits or how cute you are and start to touch yourself. You want to be a perfect little slut for Daddy, don't you?" Daddy doesn't wait for his response, rubbing his fingers inside of him deliberately again. "Don't worry baby girl, you don't actually have to listen to any of that, I know it would be too much for you to process right now when Daddy's made sure that your pussy is so full and your head is nice and empty."

Dabi keens in response, rocking down harder on the fingers as best he can, his head is too foggy to make sense of Daddy's words. He just wants whatever pleasure he can get from him.

"Come on, princess," he coos, "Just let go. You aren't anything but what I make you now. And I want to see my little girl squirt."

His body doesn't feel the same way it ever has before when his arousal peaks. It doesn't send pleasure pulsing along his clit, it doesn't even feel like the good, satisfying full-body sensation that comes from when his Daddy makes him cum from his pussy instead. No, this sends that heat that was burning up under his skin to deep inside of him, aching at his root even though his clit is still held soft in the cage, before he's letting out a higher pitched, embarrassed moan as all of the sudden his clit is spilling everywhere. It doesn't pulse out a few spurts of thick white cum, instead a thin pearly liquid starts to stream from the hole at the tip of his cage, Daddy shifting their positions then to lay Dabi back against the couch as he keeps rubbing his fingers hard against his swollen prostate with one hand and his other, now free, hand reaches to his clit and teases his slit as he spills, and spills, and spills. Dabi's whole body trembles as he makes a big mess, so much more fluid coming out of him than he's ever felt before and leaving him absolutely breathless as the burn of arousal in him only seems half satisfied when it finally stops.

"Mm, there, such a good little whore. Spread yourself open for Daddy, baby girl." Tomu demands as he pulls his fingers out of his hole and wipes his cum off on Dabi's skirt. He feels so dazed, but he follows the instructions automatically, one leg falling open so far it slips off the edge of the couch. Dabi reaches down and makes sure his pussy is as spread as it can be, shivering as he feels how wet he is, soaked with everything that came out when he... squirted, and all of Daddy's cum spilling out too. Daddy reaches over for his phone and doesn't hesitate to take pictures of him while he's so dazed and messy. "There, baby girl. You look so cute like that." He sets the device aside and then regards the huge mess that they've made of the couch.

It's a sharp relief when Daddy doesn't try to make him put his head back on straight, instead standing so that he can lean down and pluck Dabi from the couch.

"I know it's going to take more than one time to make sure my baby girl is trained properly. But that's okay, I think that you still have enough energy for Daddy to smudge your pretty lipstick, don't you, princess?"

Dabi doesn't even really hear the words. He just sees his Daddy smiling down at him sweetly and nods along. His head is too empty to try to think for himself. It's such a good thing he has a Daddy to do it for him instead.

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Thank fucking god Duster doesn't take the shit he does when he's completely in bimbo mode to heart without actually checking in with him, because Dabi would have killed them both if he'd come out of the headspace in the middle of a meeting when one of the other lieutenants said something stupid only to realize he was dressed like a girl. Thank god he can say 'no' to the things he might have said 'yes' to when he was absolutely desperate for all of the good floaty feelings that come for him when he's in his subspace. So when Monday rolls around he is back to doing his work with the efficiency that he always has, in his usual villain gear.

But maybe it's just another testament to how completely Tomura has thrown a monkey wrench into his plans for himself and who he thought he would be leading up to his death, because beneath his dark pants, the soft pair of pink satin panties and the tight cock cage that is keeping him cute and small for his Daddy are keeping him aware of what else he'll become whenever he has a chance.

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torasplanet · 1 year ago

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❝𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐.ᐟ❞

KANTO!M. SANO + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you've noticed mikey's been in such a bad mood lately and decide to give him a little gift to cheer him up!!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, fluff-ish?, couch sex, riding, thigh riding, lingere, praise, body worship, mikey's actually a sweetheart, bf!mikey, pretty vanilla, petnames (baby, pretty, etc), unprotected (wrap that shit or gtfo) and skin color not mentioned

Mikey had been in the worst mood ever lately.

He’s been sulking around the apartment, the frown on his face deeper than usual, not bothering to take his shoes off when going to bed leaving you to take them off in his sleep. You didn’t mind. You liked to take care of Mikey because you knew how much he needed it but it seemed like lately, he needed it more often.

You didn’t know what was wrong, and he didn’t tell you either but you really wanted to know and help him. Making him his favorite dinner didn’t work, he still seemed sad after thanking you with a kiss. Buying him things didn’t work because he asked you to return them because ‘he should be buying you things’. Even when he took it, he still didn’t look happy aside from flashing you a little smile as a thanks. Mikey was in the worst mood and wasn’t telling you anything about it! If you didn’t know anything, how were you supposed to help him? You wished he didn’t have a problem with sharing feelings.

Mikey didn’t care about telling people how he felt. That was easy, he just didn’t want to do it with certain people, not after everything that’s happened over the years. He didn’t want to do it with you either; mainly because he didn’t want to worry you. You always got so worried about Mikey even at the littlest things such as him leaving his shoes on when going to bed and he didn’t want to worry you even more with his other problems. Mikey felt lucky that you even cared enough to take his boots off in his sleep. Worrying you was the one thing Mikey didn’t want but you cared too much about him for that to be prevented.

You really did care a lot about Mikey so when the idea of giving him the perfect gift that would for sure cheer him up came to you, of course, you didn’t hesitate to do it. But not hesitating also means not thinking and you did not think about how Mikey was in the middle of a meeting right now on your way here. The memory of him telling you that after kissing you goodbye at the door had just hit as you stood in front of the door that held the meeting.

Holding a convenience store bag in your hands full of Mikey’s favorite snacks while staring at the door wondering if you should knock or just stand there until it was wrapped up. Maybe just knocking to make Mikey aware of your presence so no one hit you in your fucking face on their way out of the room was the best idea.

Bringing one of your hands up, you knocked against the rough mahogany door lightly but the sound of faint chatter stopping in the room told you that they heard it. The door creaked open soon after just allowing you a small peak in the room but Koko’s face was blocking it. His expression relaxed when he saw it was you and he opened the door completely allowing everyone in the room to see your figure.

You made eye contact with Mikey who seemed as though he was shocked that you were here and then you looked around the room at the others there, the Haitanis, Shion, Hanma, y’know the usuals. “Sorry, this is a bad time…” You muttered looking at your boyfriend again before beginning to back away from the door but he stopped you.

“No, sit.” You looked around awkwardly because of his command but obliged and made your way through the room keeping your eyes on the blonde instead of focusing on the eyes that followed you. Mikey lifted his arm and rested on the back of the couch telling you where to sit “Keep going.” Mikey spoke to the others in the room once you sat down on the couch next to him leaning against his side.

His arm found its place on your shoulder with his hand soothingly running up and down your arm. You felt extremely out of place in this room. Sanzu, Hanma, and the Haitani Brothers were all in this room and they’d done some crazy shit and here you were just sitting here happily with your gang leader's boyfriend. It was nerve-racking but you relaxed into your lover’s touch closing your eyes to ignore everyone in the room other than him.

You could still hear their conversation but when your mind slipped into a peaceful sleep, you couldn’t hear it anymore. Mikey noticed maybe ten minutes into your slumber that you were asleep and held you even closer.

His attention from the meeting often shifted to you to make sure you were still breathing and just to gaze at you. You were so cute when slept and it hurt Mikey just a bit when he had to wake you up after the meeting had finished and everyone piled out of the room like rats scurrying to cheese by Mikey’s command.

“Baby, wake up.” Mikey muttered gently tapping the side of your face as you stirred into him. Your relaxed face scrunching up into a frown before your eyes fluttered open and you remembered who you were with and a smile grew on your face. “Hi.” You sat up as Mikey flashed you a small smile before looking away “Sorry I ate all the snacks through the meeting.” He apologized holding up the plastic bag that was deflated with the lack of snacks filling it.

Your brows furrowed as you stood to your feet “Mikey! Some was for me too.” You exclaimed watching as the long-haired male wiped his mouth of the leftovers from the snacks. He sat up in his seat before reaching over and placing his hands on your hips “Sorry. Did I ruin your surprise?” Mikey asked as he dragged you closer forcing you down on his lap. Your sour expression was quickly replaced with a confused look at his words.

“How did you know it was a surprise?”

“You never come all the way here unless you wanna give me something and it can’t wait.”

That was true. Mikey didn’t like you being here when the other Kanto members were. You never questioned it but he just didn’t like it and you sort of knew why, not that it mattered much because you came here anyway evident from your presence in this room. Giving Mikey this surprise here was the perfect plan because he’d never expect it; mainly because you two have never had sex in this room before.

Your body burned up at the thought and you tilted forward burying your face into the crook of his neck “Well that wasn’t the surprise.” Mikey looked down at you his hand going to the small of your back at your words wanting to hear more. He backed his neck away forcing you to sit up on your own so he could hear and see you. You got embarrassed and avoided eye contact as your hands made their way down to the hem of the skirt you wore.

You slowly lifted the skirt making the white lace panties you wore visible to Mikey and his face brightened up at this clearly happy. He recognized this pair, you had a matching bra and it was a lingerie set that you had modeled for him after one of your shopping hauls and it ended up with you two making a mess all over the mattress. Mikey loved it, it was his favorite actually and that’s why you wore it.

His dark eyes fluttered up to you without his head tilting up. His silence was scaring you because you didn’t know what he was thinking about doing with you but it made you a good kind of scared. Anything that he did would be a surprise and the unknown action was giving you a rush before it even happened.

His hand that was on your back made its way to the front and up your shirt “Got the bra on too?” The blonde asked pushing your shirt up with the movement of his hand until he made it to your bra groping it a bit as you hummed while nodding. He raised the shirt completely and saw the matching white lacey bra and a smile crawled up onto his pink lips. His hands grabbed your waist as his face came close to yours after tilting his head up finally.

His breath was on your lips as he just stared at you happily taking in your embarrassed face “You walked all the way here in this…just to surprise me?” Mikey asked his lips nearly connecting with yours but you remained calm (as calm as you could be) and nodded “You’ve been sad a lot recently…I wanted to make you happy.” You replied and a chuckle came from your boyfriend as one of his hands came up to the nape of your neck, his fingers dragging lazily up your spine as he did so giving you chills.

“Don’t you say I look sad all the time?” He asked “Yeah but now you look sadder!” You shouted placing your hands on his shoulders and his grin extended nearly stretching from ear to ear “I’d do anything for you Mikey, I just wanna make you happy.” You spoke in a much calmer tone as you smiled a bit at him. Oh, how Mikey loved you. You had such a strong desire to please him and make sure that he was smiling at all times. Making him dinner, turning the shower on for him, bringing him snacks, getting all dressed up for him…you were so wonderful and he never understood how he got someone like you.

Someone willing to care for him and deal with all the shit he had even when he pushed them away. Mikey really didn’t deserve you…that’s what he thought at least. “I don’t deserve you, pretty.” He connected the two of you. His tongue wandered around your mouth trying to fight yours and of course, he won.

The kiss was sloppy and rushed as if you two only had a small amount of time. Mikey’s hands wandered all over your body during the kiss, flipping up your skirt, rubbing at your torso, groping your tits and butt, and even sneaking his hands down your panties but not to your cunt. His fingers just barely dangled past the waistband teasing you by pulling it back just a bit away from your skin and letting it slap back.

You began to take your shirt off still kissing but when you went to slide the skirt off, Mikey stopped you. “Keep it on.” He muttered breaking the kiss a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips, breaking when he leaned back against the couch staring at you half-naked breathing heavily on his lap. As your fingers inched to his belt, his voice stopped you once again “I want you to ride my thigh first.” He wanted you to what first?

You weren’t exactly complaining but you didn’t want his thigh, you wanted him inside of you. “But–” “It’s my gift, right? I get to choose how I use it.” Mikey interrupted you quickly and when you went to say something more, he shut you up with a light slap to your cunt only getting a mewl out of you “Don’t worry okay? I’ll give it to you when you’re done.” Mikey said spreading his legs making you choose one of his thighs to settle on. When you nodded in agreement, his hands went back to your hips ready to support you when you got ready to start moving.

You put your hands on the space of his thigh that you were sitting on and began to grind your hips onto the fabric of his pants gasping at the light friction. You tried to keep quiet as best as you could because you didn’t know if there was anyone else still in the building who could hear you outside of the room “Why are you being so quiet? I wanna hear my baby.” Mikey cooed leaning forward to press a soft peck to your lips before falling back onto the sofa.

When he jerked his leg up into your pussy, you let out a yelp that was louder than you expected it to be. You had the urge to send your palms to your mouth to hide your moans but Mikey’d just remove them. He was serious when he said that he wanted to hear you.

“S-Sorry…” You murmured as you continued your pace of grinding against his leg letting out soft moans from your lips. Your cunt squeezed around nothing as you continued to create friction between your legs a bit embarrassed that the feeling of Mikey staring at you hadn’t left yet but you continued.

The lacy fabric rubbing against your clit made you mewl “Feel good huh?” You nodded at his question as your hips began to move faster and harder. You threw your head back as your cunt pulsed just wanting something to fill you up to the brim, just wanting Mikey to fill you to the brim. More than anything, that’s what you wanted from him. But he was right, you were his gift after all.

Mikey’s thumb drew circles on your hip noticing how you weren’t satisfying yourself just on his thigh. He saw it in your face. That pretty face that he loved to gaze at soooo much, your lips parted open dribbling out sobs of his name “Need help? Want me to touch you, pretty?” Mikey asked softly his hand inching below the skirt fabric just waiting for your approval. Fingers hovering over your clothed clit.

You nodded letting out a little uh huh!’s practically bucking your hips into his hand “Please touch me, Mikey!” His dick was rock hard in his pants at your words but he began working his fingers on your clit ignoring the pleasurable feeling of his tip dragging across the fabric of his boxers. He wanted to watch you make a mess all over him first but with how you were looking and moaning his name, he didn’t think he’d last until then.

“Oh my–I love you so much, Mikey…feels so…” You moaned barely able to speak from the overwhelming pleasure that felt like fireworks going off in your stomach. Leaning forward, you placed your forehead on his shoulder continuing to fuck yourself on his thigh now with his fingers assisting by rubbing figure 8’s on your bundle of nerves. Your panties were drenched and sticking to you, your slick probably leaking onto his leg leaving a wet patch on his pants.

Mikey felt dizzy. His mind only circulates you and how good you fucking looked right now. He wanted to be buried inside of you so badly right now, his tip hitting that little spongy spot inside of you that would make you shout his name so fucking loudly. He needed that. Right fucking now.

His fingers stopped their movement and both of his hands went to undo his belt “Mikey…” You whined, “C’mon pretty, can’t wait anymore.” Mikey said sliding his boxers and pants down just enough to free his cock from their confinements. His face was almost as red as his tip showing how horny he was.

You wasted no time crawling back on his lap and sliding your panties to the side shivering at the cold air hitting your pussy but the feeling was soothed when you lowered yourself onto Mikey’s dick taking inch by inch. His fat cock stretched your walls out as he bottomed out groaning at the feeling of your warmth tightening around him “So fucking tight.” Mikey muttered, his hands gripping your hips harsher as you backed away from his shoulder.

“Can I move? Please, please…” You requested desperately and with one nod coming from your boyfriend, you began to grind like you did on his thigh but it felt so much better now that he was filling you up. Mikey let his head go back groaning from how good it felt but it wasn’t enough. His grip on your waist got harder as he raised you just his tip still inside of you before slamming you right back down “Ah! Mikey!” You screeched at his mushroom tip hitting your cervix but Mikey paid you no mind only muttering out soft apologies that were meaningless.

You slowly began to bounce on his cock groaning at how he shuffled in his seat angling his hips so that he hit your g-spot “I love you, baby, makin’ me feel so fucking good.” Mikey muttered bringing his head to your neck to litter kisses all over your neck and color it a deep purple. His lips were brought down to the top of your tits putting hickeys all over there. An extreme difference from the white color that was tight around your tits. He just wanted to spurt his cum all over that lace. Barely able to tell the difference between the colors.

“Fuck…” You whined barely able to talk from how good it felt. Your back arched, hands going to his back and grabbing at his shirt balling up the fabric in your palms. You were so close, just a bit more and you’d cum with him. You felt him twitch inside you warning his orgasm.

Mikey gently moved down your bra allowing your tit to slide out so he could suckle at your nipple “You’re so pretty…love you so much.” Mikey said into your skin stammering over his words just a tad bit. His hands roamed around your body once again. Mikey loved to touch you. He loved your body, the way your skin felt, how you shivered under his touch because of his cold hands, the way you arched into him because his fingers grazed over your nipples.

Your body was so beautiful to him and being able to touch it was enough for him to cum on the spot “Gonna cum?” Mikey asked with a sweet voice and you nodded violently as you continued to bounce on his cock, skin slapping echoing throughout the large room “Yeah? Cum with me.” Mikey said delivering a harsh slap to your ass. That was leaving a mark.

You clawed at the back of his shirt yelling as you came all over his dick and as soon as you did that, mikey lifted you and came all on your stomach and chest. His ropes of cum landing on the white lace, the fabric of your skirt and all over your bare tummy that would’ve been full of that liquid if he didn’t have the strength to pull out.

His eyes wandered over your body admiring his work on the beautiful canvas that was your body. Once so bare, naked, nothing on it and was painted with the white that was almost an identical color to the white that wrapped around your tits and pussy.

“Such a beauitful mess.”

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thefandomsfervent · 7 months ago

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Viktor x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 8) - Burnt Sienna

Mostly reader and Jayce perspective today! Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom. Thank you for reading <3

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It had been a couple days since your accidental nap. When you had come back that first night Jayce made you explain “what the hell beetle juice” was to him for the two hours you had spent there. Viktor had already heard your explanation but he listened again anyway, nodding along. The two of them asking questions about the process and noting things down. Viktor had shown Jayce a passage he had noted, something about human nature. Apparently it led them to some potential new use for Hextech although you had no idea how it was all connected. They had thanked you for talking with them, and thrown themselves back at their work.

It was sweet that they cared about what you were doing. And it was so good to see them get over their slump. It inspired you to do the same.

You hadn’t been to your studio much in these past weeks. Or. At all, really. You had been at the Institute for years, your old studio had a chaos that you loved and knew. It wasn’t wrong to assume that you missed it, you did. But it was more like you were scared of the provided one. This new one was daunting. All white walls, glass tables, furniture sets that had never seen paint a day in their lives.

Was it nice? Yes. Was the frivolousness of how they provided you with everything just rubbing you the wrong way? Also yes. You had no doubts that once your assignment here was done that they would throw it all out, not even donate it. But you had work to do. And it was work you didn’t want to commandeer the lab for. Building and stretching canvas was a tough job, and one you got embarrassingly loud in. You had enough funds set aside to buy a pre-built canvas. And you absolutely had in the past. Yet this project just demanded a fresh start. You wanted to use every skill set in your arsenal. “I mean, this thing is going to be sitting in an actual art hall.” Once it was built you’d move it to the lab, somehow.

So when early morning came you loaded up your coin purse with assorted cogs and set to the markets. You'd left a note on the lab door, today would be the first day you wouldn't be in at all. A faint blue light under the door and an electric buzzing in the air told you that someone, likely Viktor, was still working.

You needed wood, a new mallet, and nails. Lots of nails. The last two on the list you got pretty easily. A mallet you could get at almost any craft stall, the nails at the same place, but the wood? You were picky.

The frame needed to be big. The Academy and Institute had given you a set of dimensions to choose from and of course you had gone with the biggest one. 60in x 50in. You needed a wood that was soft enough that you wouldn't be hammering in nails all day, and that would keep the canvas taught but not so tight it was bouncy. You needed a wood that was strong enough it wouldn't bow under pressure from stretching, but also wouldn't collapse on itself after years of display either. Another thing is that whoever sold it to you needed to be willing to cut and deliver it.

You're at a Café enjoying a drink and going over your notes. You've hit four carpentry stalls today, six if you're counting the two arbor stalls, and you're realizing no one is going to cut it for you and deliver it. It would have to be one or the other. It wasn't that they didn't want to, but couldn't if you wanted them today. You were impatient. The idea of scheduling a pickup sets a dull throbbing behind your eyes. Especially if that meant dealing with Enforcers. Adding a saw to your list, you decide to just bite the bullet. You'll go back to the second stall. That one had the widest selection of wood, and something tells you that if you bring the older lady at the counter a treat she may give you a discount. Plan made, now you just had to buy the wood and have it delivered in time for lunch. It'd give you time to do the math at the very least.

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Jayce is excited. He and Viktor have several new theories surrounding travel for Hextech. At the rate they were going they could present these to Heimerdinger by the end of the week for grants. He almost misses your note on his way in. The yank he gave the door makes the paper flutter.

"Best of luck in your studies ventures today, I'll be on my own for a bit (maybe a couple days) putting together the canvas for the painting. If you guys need me for anything I'll be in my studio or my room. Feel free to leave me a note back if you don't find me :D

P.S. if the pigment "beetle juice" looks FULLY dried please let me know!!

-y/n"

When he turns it over he sees that you've left instructions on how to find your studio and room. He didn't realize your writing was so emphatic. It makes him think of his own note taking, constantly scribbling out and pointing things in different directions to circle back on later. He tucks it in his pocket, he'll let Viktor see it later, after he's slept some. He's been as high strung as ever and Jayce wasn't sure what was going on.

He takes a moment just to look at him. The fellow scientist was standing at a table, chalk in one hand, cane in the other. Viktor was making notes on the board, equations rubbed out and rewritten. His hair was tousled beyond belief. Jayce half wonders when he brushed it last.

“Hey V.” He keeps his voice soft, slow.

“Jayce, what do you think about these?” Waving his hand at the chalkboard, dust falling off his sleeve. Attention unwaveringly focused on the next correction he makes.

“I think we can talk about them more later.” The wrong thing to say, apparently. Viktor doesn’t even turn to face him. His spine stiffens, finger tapping against the chalk. “After you’ve slept, is all.” He turns at that. A half-turn, that has his waist twisting, his face barely visible. Those amber eyes narrowed in annoyance, his nose scrunched, lips pursed. They were chapped.

“You do not have time to review them now?”

“I do, but if I do now we’ll get caught up and you won’t sleep.” Viktor faces him fully at that. Jayce does his best to hold his stance.

“Do you not want to get caught up with me?” He ignores the goosebumps on his arms at that.

“Vik, please.” He gets a huff. “I’ll bring you a sweetmilk latte later if you go. 6 hours, you’ll be back here by noon and we can go over them then.” Viktor hums at that. He smiles.

“5 hours.” He’s walking to the door, patting Jayce on the arm as he passes. “And one of those ginger crumbly things they sell too.”

“If they have one, it's yours.” Another hum, and the lab door is closing.

“I’m working with a toddler that hates nap time.” Jayce is rubbing his face as he walks to the board.

“That also expects results.” He’s pulling out his pen from his pocket, and he feels crinkling. Right. Your note. He pulls it out to look at it again. He should get you something too. It’s always Viktor bringing drinks and you bringing pastries. Smoothing out the paper, he makes a mental note to visit your studio soon. Maybe drag Viktor with him to get him out of the lab for more than just sleep. You’ve been watching them work for almost two months now, it only seems right to see what you get up to.

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sevenop · 1 year ago

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Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: Can you open up the door?

A/n: she takes you to her home, lovingly sheltering you from the heavy downpour so rare in LA. Takes you, and it seems, your love and all the inner contradictions along with fears caused by the public.

Inspired by the atmosphere of "CHIHIRO".

You know perfectly well that arguing with Eilish's decisions is a losing proposition, not in all cases, but in the vast majority of them. Your clothes are soaked to the skin, and the wind, though not quite cold but assertive, hints that all this will leave a mark on your immunity in the near future. Only as long as you can hear her voice on the other line, you don't care at all, frankly. You clench your chilled fingers a little tighter and hold the phone closer to your ear, because the rain noise makes it hard to hear her.

"You don't even know where I am right now."

"I know and I'm on my way to Amir's Garden to pick you up," she says uncompromisingly, and you realize Billie is really serious when you hear the click of a seatbelt and the noise of an engine in the background. Fucking hell! A puzzle quickly forms in your head: surely Finneas must have told her everything, knowing your plans. You think, you're need to talk a little less about yourself.

"Wow, what a commanding tone, Ms. O'Connell," - your pathetic attempt at defensive irony is immediately shot down by her chuckle, but you don't want to end this game. - "Do you like to lead?"

"Do you still doubt it?" - the slight hoarseness in her voice awakens a short-term flash of current in the back of your head, dispersing a pack of goosebumps on your hands and speeding up your heartbeat. You almost exhale deeply into the tube, but you pulls yourself back in time - it's too ambiguous a gesture, she shouldn't know. Not now. There is a slight mutual silence on the wire and you are content with the barely perceptible rustle of wheels, bringing thoughts and feelings into relative order.

"Just don't go anywhere, okay?"

"I was waiting in the garden, contemplating, beg your pardon," - you smirk softly, humming the now so appropriate line.

"It's not fair to mock me with my own songs, girl."

"Leave me at least something, Eilish," - you smile, imagining her childishly sly expression frozen in imaginary offense.

You drop the call and lean your back against the trunk of a tree with a spreading crown. Well, all that's left is to wait.

×××

"Damn, you're all wet!"

"Can we be a little less blatant, Billie?" - you plop down into the passenger seat next to her, slipping your seatbelt on in one motion until it clicks into place. It's impossible to wipe the smirk off your face after this joke. Naturally, you lost in your verbal altercation and Eilish arrived as she wanted, but no one forbade you to get even at the expense of lewd jokes, right?

"Shut up, you know what I meant," - Billie snorts amusedly, blue eyes sweeping over you from head to toe. - "I just want to help you, my underdog and... I missed you."

You meet her eyes and sparks shoot up in the back of your head again, like multi-colored fireworks, and the cog of anxiety that has been a regular in your head lately starts to slowly spin, revealing before your eyes the endless lines of negative comments you've read today. What bad timing.

"Is something wrong?" - and you're not even surprised. Billie reads people like an open book, her incredible talent that you sometimes get a little jealous of.

"A little later, Bils, I promise," - the gray highlights merge with the infinite blue of her irises - understanding mixed with worry. You gently touch her hand resting calmly on the gearbox and deftly interlock your fingers, creating an overall perfect puzzle. The feel of her skin makes you feel so warm inside. - "I missed you too, love."

Eilish blurs into a smile, clinging to the last word, which is new to both of you, and your heart does a somersault. You've only been dating for a week and you need to get used to this. Going from being friends to lovers is a strange but pleasant thing.

"Shall we go?"

"You don't deserve her!", "Another affair, pfft...", "Disgusting!" - The cog speeds up, causing your single nervous exhalation to shatter the silence of the cabin as if you had shotgunned the roof above you two.

Her lips touch your knuckles on the palm still closed with her, saving you from the captivity of the stinging words of Internet strangers. The sound of rain rhythmically drumming on the body of the Dodge suddenly fills your ears. She seems to know everything.

"Please, can I stay with you?" you look at Eilish as if she were a prayer altar: blue eyes reflecting your deep hope mixed with fatigue and helplessness. Warm smile of her beautiful lips is your impulse to confessional.

"I wasn't going to let you go, silly."

×××

You reach her house in silence: no unnecessary questions and jokes, just the sound of a non-stop downpour. Billie is completely focused on the road, and with your finger you are already drawing the eighth heart on the fogged window, like amulets from voracious thoughts. Dodge smoothly pulls into the parking lot, and you don't really remember how you find yourself in her bedroom, sitting lost on a huge bed.

"Hey, my girl," - the back of her palm touches your cheek incredibly softly, causing you to immediately stare at her. Eilish is kneeling in front of you, in her arms a warm red sweater with two white stripes in it, and her eyes are pure silver steel. It's not clear if she's mirroring the frowning sky looming outside the huge panoramic bedroom window, or if anxiety is stirring so strongly within her, crowding out all the peaceful blue of her irises. - "Put it on, I don't want you to get sick."

"It's from the CHIHIRO shoot, right?" - you take off your wet T-shirt and folding it accurately, as if won't throw it in the wash. Billie pulls the sweater over you, nodding affirmatively. The gray steel of her eyes doesn't open from you for a second. - "I've never seen 'Spirited Away'. It's silly, but as a kid I was always scared about those pigs and turned off the TV right away, and over time I just plain forgot I wanted to watch it to the end."

"Do you want to watch it together?" - her hands touch your waist, gently stroking your sides as if supporting you through the touch. If you were in a different frame of mind, you'd let go of a million jokes. The domineering Eilish kneeling in front of you is quite a display.

"I don't think the person who wrote an entire song about this anime would be interested," her palms calculatingly slowly slide off your waist to obligingly offer you warm house shorts. - "You've probably reviewed it back to back."

"With a girl like that, looking so mind-blowing in my sweater, I'm ready to look at least a thousand more times," - she moves a little closer to your face, lifting herself slightly on the arms on either side of your hips. Her lips, where you instantly shifted your gaze to, now have the hottest smirk you've ever seen in your entire life. You feel the flame of embarrassment flicker across your cheeks. Billie bites her lower lip and you immediately look at the top of her head, out of harm's way. For the first time, you notice that she's a little wet herself, running out of the car with you.

"Only if you wear a sweater too so you don't get sick, O'Connell." - you kiss her gently on the forehead, because kissing on the lips is still embarrassing. She agrees.

×××

"Haku, you know, my mom told me... I don't remember much myself. When I was little, I fell into a river once. Now the river's been filled in. They built houses there. But I just remembered! I remembered what it was called." - You watch the little girl fly on the dragon under the moon itself, holding onto its horns, and suddenly you feel Еilish's hands pull you closer into her arms. You only rest your head on her shoulder, relaxing completely and covering your eyes for a second against the coziness around you. - "It was called - Amber River. Kohakugawa. Your real name is Kohakugawa."

"I know everything, y/n. I know they write everything," Billie whispers softly, scorching your ear with hot breathing. You immediately jump up, open your eyes abruptly, and stare at her with an understanding and frightened look, echoing exactly the emotion of Kohakugawa himself. - "Hey, hey, hey! Relax, baby, I'm right here."

Billie deftly grabs the remote and pauses the footage with a barely audible click of a button, and your anxiety cog is spinning in your head again, winding up your sanity at an insanely fast pace. Again a shroud of avatars with mostly pictures of her, again a cluster of venomous the letters, "You don't deserve her!", "She's probably with her out of pity.", "Billie has everything but taste in girls." Click, click, click! You put your hands on your head like you're covering your ears. O'Connell reaches her hands toward you, and you leap out of bed in one strong and sharp, the word of a bucket of boiling water being splashed on you. It becomes so damn hard to breathe. The steel in her eyes, even in the semi-darkness of the room is intense and red-hot to the extreme.

"Y/n..."

"They're all right, Billie! I don't deserve you! I'm such a fucking coward!"

You grab desperately at the collar of your sweater, the word that imaginary lump in your throat is about to cause asphyxiation if you don't. Your hands shake uncontrollably, your gaze darting from side to side, clinging to the huge plasma, to the chair, to the corners of the sheets hanging from the bed, but returning to her each time. You see her slowly rise from the bed. You see it, and you immediately run to the stairs without even thinking about it. The cog clicks wildly, drowning out even the sound of footsteps that immediately overtake you. Your hands cling to the railing as you twisted your ankle on a hurried descent. Close your teeth tightly against the waves of acute pain and run, run, run!

But you realize you can't, leaning back powerlessly against the wall, already near the door. You can't because it hurts too much to run, and you can't because you love her too much. Billie pushes you against the wall even tighter in a second, looming over you like a hurricane. Arms spread on either side of you. You're trapped. Her breath hitches a little, scorching your neck, but her face shows nothing like anger, only seriousness and concern. She stares at you so intently that you think the wall behind you is about to crack and fall to dust.

Confident, yet lost in words, she finds nothing better than her own lines

"Open up the door, can you open up the door?" - she touches both palms to your face and you feel for the first time how much they shaking, - "I know you said before you can't cope with any more..."

"That's my favorite line from your song," - you flap your nose, realizing you really can't take it anymore.

"I know."

And you cry, shamelessly and right in front of her. You feel the salty, clear paths from your eyes dripping down her arms, see the worried silver in her eyes change to their usual tantalizing ghostly blue. You feel her clutch you in hers tightly, sliding down the wall with you. You hiss at the pain in your ankle and she shudders fearfully, fingers touching your chin and lifting your head. Your gazes meet and you see the weeping oceans opposite, so bright against the pinkish whites. She is crying along with you.

"Did you fall? God, y/n, we have to...," - her pleasant husky voice twitches with worry and tears, and you cover her neat, plump lips with yours, silencing her. She responds immediately, biting your lower lip lightly in a silent plea for more. You obediently open your mouth, immediately meeting her tongue. You feel the salt from your tears and the heat in your heart. True, and much lower, too.

"I'm scared, Billie," - you say honestly, palms resting on her collarbones. The cog in your head immediately fall with a clatter, crack in two. - "I said I wouldn't be afraid of some strangers' opinions, but it turned out not to be like that at all. I seem to be hated now, even for just breathing."

"I understand, my heart," - Billie put her arm around you, her hands stroking your back. From your shoulder blades to your tailbone, over and over again. - "But I chose you, not any of them, remember. You are my conscious choice. You are my love."

You hear her reply, finally finding the reassurance you need. "You are my conscious choice." The storm of words subsides as you standing this phrase on a shelf in your head like a trophy. The wreckage of the cogwheel of worry dissolves altogether, disappearing into infinity.

Eilish catches your smile and kisses you immediately. Your hands cling at her neck, and she moans gutturally as she gets what she wants. But she pulls away immediately:

"We need to take care of your ankle first, dumbass. I'll dial the number of a docotra I know."

"And then?" - you ask so childishly naive as Billie helps you gently stand up and you walk leisurely toward the couch in her living room.

"And then we'll watch this anime and I'll take back every kiss you owe me when I've been gentlemanly patient." - She sits you down on the soft couch, plopping down next to you. With her hand, she immediately pulls out her cell phone from the pocket of her home shorts. - " To make sure you heard exactly what I said."

"Thank you. For everything."

And later you do make out to one of Hayao Miyazaki's great masterpieces, just as she promised.

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish

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melodic-haze · 1 year ago

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OMG FUCKING AYAKA ABSOLUTELY SENSELESS WITH A STRAP GOT ME LIKE UGHMSGGHRKLSH LIKE IMAGINE EDGING HER MULTIPLE TIMES, SHE WAS BEING SUCH A GOOD GIRL, YET YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT AND JUST BE CRUEL TO HER LIKE AGHDSFKKHSJGRHG AGHHHHHH (I am sane)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Ayaka x dom!afab!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader has a strap, rough sex stuff, BDSM mention ig?

☆ — NOTES: Dude what if I combusted on the spot HELLOOOOOOO GOD I NEED HER (I'm not sane)

I need her to go mental PLEASE

I love the thought that Ayaka's canonically really REALLY pretty but at the same time I KNOW I'd hate it cuz of how she DEFINITELY gets hit on like a lot

She wouldn't be all that clueless of her beauty's reputation but like.......at the same time she kinda is, with the way that she kinda dismisses the attention as basically awe and reverence bc yk. She's in the Yashiro Commission

The attention just. Irks you One Too Many Times 🫶 and it doesn't help her case that she looks soooo utterly delicious, crying bc of you, so you do something about that!!!!!!

Ayaka doesn't know what she's done wrong.

She had sworn she's been behaving like a good girl for you, obeying your every command and being at your beck and call (minus when she's at work for her family's commission, you're not unreasonable), yet she was still faced with such a predicament.

Inazuma's cute little princess was clueless—was it something she said? Or maybe something she had done unconsciously to prompt you to essentially raise torturous hell on her?

She could try to rack her brains, and by archons she did try at first, and yet the only thing that she could even think of at the moment was the severe desperation for release.

The woman could see your borderline sadistic grin grow further as tears streamed down her face, cheeks almost as wet as her gushing pussy that has been mercilessly edged for.. who knows how long, by this point.

"'m sorry," she hiccuped, resisting the urge to buck her hips into your strap because despite everything, she was still your good girl, "I'm so-- mnf, sorryyy-- AH!"

You slapped her ass, pale skin already so red from the previous impacts it's had, before squeezing it roughly as you spoke, "Saying sorry and you don't even know what you're apologising for..."

"B-But I've done everything you asked of me, I--"

"Are you talking back?"

Her mouth clamps shut.

"I said--" and you grab a fistful of her hair to pull her up to your level, your hips moving as if punctuating every pause you make, "--are you.. talking.. back?"

She lets out those pathetic little whimpers of hers as she feels the tip of your faux cock bottom out inside of her in quick, deep thrusts, "I'm sss-- sorry I talked back please--"

"Please what?"

"I need to feel you move please I've been such a good g-- GIRL-- oohhhthankyouthankyou thankyou--"

You had relented to her wishes with an eyeroll, your hips practically slamming into hers as you pulled on her hair as a way to keep her upright. That along with the pain from having her hair pulled in the first place and all that pent-up lust from not being allowed that sweet release had easily helped escalate that impending high.

Ayaka knew that such a state of undress, such an expression on her face, was unbecoming of the graceful White Heron Princess but at this point? The only thing she was concerned about was being your princess, along with what she had been chasing this entire--

She doesn't register it immediately, but when she notices that you've deliberately slipped out of her cunt--

"Funny, how the Kamisato clan's very princess whines like a pathetic bitch."

Another climax absolutely ruined by you, yet she still doesn't know what she did wrong.

But she won't fight back, she won't ever fight back. She was your good girl, and good girls don't only do what they're told.

They take what they're given too, no matter what.

I don't even have much to say after writing that I'm ngl

Just that she's definitely a bit of a masochist lol

God she would just be SO FUN to toy with no matter how hard or soft you go just saying 😜😜😜😜 who knew such a reserved girl was a whore all along

There's a saying for this somewhere you all know what it is guys

Anyway enjoy 🫶

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fluentmoviequoter · 7 months ago

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I Should Have Denied It

Requested Here!

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!50-squad!reader

Summary: You've been arguing with your boyfriend Luca, and when you hear he's up for a promotion, your anger and fear of losing him cloud your judgement and lead you into danger.

Warnings: angst, arguments, life-threatening situations, injuries, mention of throwing up, fluff/comfort

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

“There’s the lovebirds,” Street grumbles as you walk in. You slow and look at him from the corner of your eye, and he raises his hands to say, “Or maybe not. You know, I’m always wrong.”

“Not the only one,” you murmur.

You replay last night as you continue through HQ to reach the locker room. You’ve been arguing with Luca off and on for a few days, but last night was by far the worst of it. It’s one of the first days since you told everyone at work about your relationship that you haven’t walked in with Luca. You’re so blinded by anger right now you could go the whole day without seeing Luca. Deep down, you know the argument was silly, that it will be inconsequential, and you’ll laugh at it later, but for now, you’re content to avoid the man you love.

“We’re rolling,” Rocker announces as he enters the locker room with several of your teammates behind him.

“Did you hear about Luca?” someone asks. “He’s up for Cortez’s job.”

You clench your jaw and slam your locker closed. Luca loves SWAT, so there is not a single reason in your mind why he would not take it. A few days ago, you would shrug it off and talk to him about it after shift. But last night’s argument showed you everything you need to know. You’re not enough, your love isn’t sufficient, and Luca will take a promotion and leave you behind.

“And?” Deacon asks as Luca exits Hicks’ office.

“It’s a great opportunity,” Luca answers. “But… I don’t know, man.”

“More money and a safer office, yeah, that must be tough,” Tan jokes.

Luca shakes his head in amusement, then looks over Street’s shoulder.

“50-Squad rolled out to serve a warrant,” Hondo says. “She’ll be back soon.”

“Just out of curiosity, Luca,” Street begins carefully. “What did you do?”

Luca’s smile drops, and he replies, “It wasn’t just me.”

If Luca takes that job, he’ll be in my chain of command, and we won’t be allowed to stay together, you think. A loud yell pulls you from your thoughts, and you ready your rifle as you enter the breached front door and turn to the right, entering a short hallway by yourself. You turn a doorknob, and it doesn’t budge.

“LAPD SWAT!” you yell. “Open the door and step out with your hands up.”

“You open that door, and I’ll blow your head off,” the man replies.

“Challenge accepted,” you murmur as you step back and press yourself against the wall.

You don’t think about protocol as your mind wanders back to last night and the signs before that something was going wrong with Luca. If you’re going to lose him, an armed man hiding in his bedroom is the least of your concerns.

With your right shoulder against the wall, you twist toward the door and kick with your left foot. Your boot impacts directly beside the doorknob, and the door opens with a loud crack. Immediately, the man opens fire, and you move into the doorway when his barrage of gunshots pauses.

“Gun down, hands up,” you demand.

“You first,” the man snarks.

Before you can move, he tosses his gun aside and reaches behind a nearby dresser.

“Hands! Now!” you repeat, moving your finger to the trigger.

He moves quickly, swinging his arm toward your head. You hear the dull thud against your helmet before you feel any pain. In the moment between the two, you shoot the man’s leg, and he crumples to the floor.

“You were supposed to stay with Cabrera,” Rocker chides as he enters the room.

His voice is muffled as it enters your ears, and you let the strap around your neck catch your gun as your hand moves toward your face. The room begins to spin, and you register Rocker’s sudden concern but can’t make out what he’s saying. Though you are still in danger, your thoughts drift to Luca, and you wonder who he’ll replace you with at work and in his personal life. Warm blood drips from the side of your face and onto your hand before everything goes dark.

“Hondo!” Hicks calls from his door.

“Luca hasn’t made a decision yet,” Hondo replies.

“No, this is- 50-Squad needs backup. Now.”

“Let’s roll!”

Luca’s heart rate increases too fast, and he turns with his team until Hicks says, “Not you, Luca.”

“Sir, I know-“

“She’s not there. Rocker managed to get her out of the house.”

Luca’s brows furrow and the anger in his chest sparks as he wonders why you would leave your team inside.

“They’re at Shaw,” Hicks adds.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know the specifics. But you need to be with her; your team has the rest covered.”

Luca rushes to an unmarked car and turns on the lights and sirens. He’s been so angry with you, and though he knows that the conversation isn’t over and that this doesn’t change anything, he’s more concerned for you than he is angry. When he reaches the hospital, he parks in a loading zone and runs inside.

“Luca!” Rocker calls from a side hallway. “I’m heading out, but she’s in room 315.”

Luca doesn’t ask how you are; he nods and jogs until he finds your door. Inside, you’re staring at the wall and wearing a hospital gown over your sports bra and tactical pants. Luca’s eyes move up and down your body and face, but he doesn’t see anything wrong. You look just as you had last night when you were arguing.

“Hey,” Luca says.

You hum and drop your eyes to the blanket. “I didn’t think you’d show up.”

“Of course I was going to come, I-“

“You won’t be here much longer, so what’s the point?” you snap.

“What are you talking about?” Luca asks. The caring tone he had seconds ago is long gone.

“You’re going to take Cortez’s job, and all of this will have been for nothing.”

Luca opens his mouth but doesn’t have a reply to that. He didn’t know you knew about Hicks’ offer. Your uncaring attitude and decisiveness in claiming that your relationship has meant nothing hurts. As far as he can tell, you don’t even need to be here, and now he has little determination to get closer and make sure you are okay.

“You can go,” you add.

Luca looks back to your face, drawn by the tightness of your voice. A single tear rolls over your cheek, and you flinch nearly imperceptibly.

“Seriously, Luca, just go back to the station and take the promotion. We’ll… walk away.”

“I didn’t walk away from the argument, what makes you think I’m going to walk away from this?” Luca challenges.

“You want the job, don’t pretend like you don’t. And when you take it, you’re going to leave me because it’s the right thing to do and because this is everything you’ve wanted. I’m not.”

“That’s a really bold argument from someone who won’t even look at me.”

“And that’s pretty pathetic from someone who didn’t even try to deny it.”

“I shouldn’t have to!” Luca exclaims. “You know that I love you, and I’m not going to leave you for a job that I don’t even want! SWAT is in my blood, but not like that. And even if I did want the promotion, I wouldn’t walk away from you for it. Nothing is worth losing you. I heard you and Rocker were here, and the rest of your team needed help, and my first thought was you. So, yell at me, stay angry about the stupid things we said last night, but never doubt that I care about you, and I will never leave you.”

You move your eyes toward Luca. He looks as passionate and honest as he sounded. “You’re right,” you admit softly. “It was stupid. I’m sorry.”

“I am too. But we worked through it, right? So, let’s work through this too.”

“You might regret saying you’ll never leave me.”

Luca walks to your side and squats beside the bed to take your hand. He smiles at you, even though you’re still facing away from him. His smile drops suddenly when he sees the blood staining your other hand.

“What happened?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“I was stupid – again, I mean – and let the suspect get too close. I guess my anger clouded my judgement, and I was scared you would leave, so I just rushed in without thinking.”

“Can I?” Luca whispers.

You nod, and Luca stands. He releases your hand but runs his fingers over your leg as he walks to the end of the bed. Luca’s sigh is sympathy-laced, but you don’t miss how his eyes immediately move to yours.

“Tire iron,” you answer. “He pulled it from behind a dresser and swung it before I got a shot off. The helmet saved my skull, but my jawline didn't get as lucky.”

“How many stitches?”

“Uh, Rocker told me a number, but things were still kind of…” You trail off and wave your hand in a motion that Luca understands because he gets you. “You should take the job.”

“And leave Black Betty in Street’s custody? Not a chance.”

“In that case, you should hug me.”

Luca smiles like it’s the best thing he’s heard in years and returns to your uninjured side to perch beside you and wrap his arms around your shoulder.

“The plastic surgeon said I probably don’t need reconstruction,” you murmur, moving closer to Luca. “He did not like my joke about it being a disservice to the public.”

“I don’t either,” Luca says with a chuckle. “I love you.”

You look up at Luca and kiss him quickly. “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

“Sorry I couldn’t be the one to get you out of the house.”

“Are Street and Rocker still doing that weird contest where they try to embarrass each other?”

“Unfortunately.”

You smile and say, “Rocker threw up when the paramedic took my helmet off.”

Luca’s eyes widen as he asks, “Was it that bad?”

“It wasn’t good.” You trace a shape on Luca’s chest and add, “We’re good.”

“That was never a question.”

#dominique luca x reader #dominique luca x fem!reader #dominique luca fic #dominique luca #luca x reader #fem!reader #requests #hanna writes✯#swat cbs #swat imagine #swat fic #swat x reader #🦊anon

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edutainer2022 · 22 days ago

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More great discussion with @janetm74 about the significance of Scott's picture in Jeff's room brought on this little piece. Jeff has a (looooooong overdue) conversation with his eldest son about the past, the present, and the future.

MEMENTO

"Bluejay? Everything alright?"

"Uh... yeah! Sorry, Dad! I should have knocked... I just... um..."

"Got unused that I'm here. I understand, son. The question stands - is everything alright?"

"Yes! I needed the memory disc from your console. It was faster than rerouting access keys. I always wondered why you kept this picture. You loved the GDF dress pic, when I made captain. This is such an ugly cardigan!"

"Wasn't it on loan from Brains?"

"Yeah! I was still freezing in the hangars after... everything! ...I'm so sorry, Dad..."

"Whatever for, Bluejay?"

"You used to be so proud of me. I was to follow in your footsteps, climbed the ranks. I let you down then too..."

"Scotty, can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure, Dad!"

"I burned your GDF official portrait once we got you back from the hospital. I kept it on my desk to remind myself at all times to never, EVER forgive myself!"

"Dad!"

"Let me finish, son! I nudged you on to my own path. I ENCOURAGED you. I made you believe my pride was conditional, dependent on how great a pilot you make, how great a hero. And I LOST you to it, Bluejay! I lost my boy to my own hubris! To seeing my younger, daring self in you!"

"That's not true, Dad! It wasn't your fault!"

"It was, Scotty. It was my duty to make sure you were happy being yourself and I failed you. It was I who let you down, not the other way around, Bluejay! When we got you back I switched the photo to remind myself that I got a second chance I didn't deserve. You were so inspired, overdoing all the sims, chatting stats and specs with Brains for hours on end. I thought maybe... maybe you got to enjoy being yourself finally, not just my replica. Maybe I did right by you, after all. I believe now I was wrong. I failed you AGAIN, son."

"No, Dad! Never say that!"

"Didn't I? I'd say eight years of IR logs and the fact you're here on a Saturday night, in your Old Man's room, would beg to deffer."

"You were GONE, Dad! Everyone needed me to step up, there was no other choice. Everyone needed YOU!"

"I know, Bluejay. That's something I won't forgive myself for any time soon either. You said I used to be proud of you. There wasn't a day in my life that I wasn't proud of you. Not a single minute. Pride doesn't begin to cover what I feel when I look at you now - everything you've done, everything you've accomplished. I'd be honored to be half the man you are, son."

"Oh, Dad!"

"But you know what would make me even prouder?"

"Anything, Dad. Name it!"

"If you told your Old Man here and now to shove it and left for a vacation. Take a break. Maybe switch gears for a while. Maybe you'd find something else entirely exciting. Something just for yourself. Can you do that for me?"

"I'm afraid I can't, Dad. Not when the company is in transition now. The GDF are antsy about the chain of command."

"The company is NOT in transition. It's yours. There's that. So is the command of IR, IF you want it. I can run point from base while you get some downtime. But if you never want to set foot on the island again or see the inside of a Thunderbird - I would be as happy for you as ever, Bluejay. I need to be sure you know that! I should have been clear all those years ago!"

"I don't think that's possible, Dad! I can't just leave everything, leave you!"

"Promise me you'll at least consider that vacation? Take some time for yourself. Can you do that for me?"

"I suppose..."

"Atta boy!"

"What do you want me to do with those access codes? You'll need them if I'm out."

"Leave them be. Notify your PA at Tracy Industries the CEO is on a break. The Board will survive. I'll field the GDF as best I can."

"They will want the status update on IR. We also didn't exactly get the above board go for the T-drive launch."

"They'll get their updates and their reports. In due time. OUR time. And if they want to get some facetime with you about the Zero-XL mission or a kitten up in a tree - they'll have to get through me. They'll fail."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Bluejay?"

"I love you so much. Thank you!"

"Right back at you. I got you, son!"

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs his dad #scott tracy needs a hug #thunderbirds 2015 #jeff tracy #jeff tracy needs a license update in fathering #my fic #methinks i have astronomy #bereznik headcanons

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strangesthirdeye · 1 year ago

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Come With Me ( Crowley x Fem Angel! Reader x Aziraphale)

Summary; Nothing lasts forever, right?

Warning: IT’s Ineffable Hubbys, we love them.. episode 6 spoiler, heavy angst, betrayal, hurt, reader is an angel, it is episode 6 so you know what happened, I don’t know whether to make it platonic or not but it’s up to you.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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“ what’s that lovely human expression? Oh, yes! Hold that thought” Aziraphale chuckled lightly.

You and Crowley watched his unusual beaming self with confused engraved both of your

face. Aziraphale grinned widely.

“ You see, i- i have some incredibly good news to give you both.” Aziraphale said, grinning.

Crowley raised his eyebrows. “ Really?”

" what's the good news?" you cocked your head to the side slightly.

Aziraphale grinned cheerfully, impatient to tell the good news to his two partners. His mind repeatedly replayed his conversation with Metatron a moment ago. “ I umm..So, Umm..The Metatron, you know,i don’t think he’s a bad fellow…Well, he said, umm, that Gabriel obviously hadn’t worked out..” Aziraphale laughed before continued. “ as Supreme

Archangel and Commander of the Heavenly Host, and he asked who i thought should take over in Heaven now that Gabriel was gone. And i said..”

You both continued to listen to his ramblings about his conversation between Metatron. The way he told you both that the good news was related to the position in Heaven but the next

thing he said, made your expressions change as soon as he mentioned something that left Crowley in disbelief. Something the both of you need to listen to carefully and twice.

You glanced at Crowley who had wide eyes and mouth agape looking at Aziraphale,

speechless.

“ He said what?” Crowley replied, his face instantly changed.

Sensing the tense situation, you reached for Crowley's right hand hoping to calm him down.

Aziraphale grinned while pointing his thumb at Crowley. “ He said i could apppoint you to be

an angel. You could come back to Heaven and.. And everything, like the old times. Only

even nicer” Aziraphale giggled.

Crowley shuffled his feet, eyes still focusing on Aziraphale. “ Right. And you told him just where he could stick it, then?”

“not at all” Aziraphale replied, simply.

Crowley started fuming in displeasure.” Oh, we’re better than that, you’re better than that, Angel! You don’t need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me to back to Hell, i said no. I’m just not gonna be joining their team. Neither should you”

Aziraphale looked at him in disbelief. “ But.. Well, obviously you said no to Hell, your’re the bad guys. But Heaven… Well it’s the side of the Truth, of Light. Of God.” Aziraphale replied.

You clinched your jaw after hearing what Aziraphale said. This is over the limit. No, Aziraphale never said that about Crowley being a bad guy. You can only be silent and witness this tense situation. Crowley, as an Angel? What- why does Aziraphale want Crowley to become an Angel again? It's not like you don't like that, but

why now does Aziraphale want to side with Heaven after all you've been through?

Is that what he and Metatron were talking about? Make Crowley an Angel? Thinking about

this makes you uncomfortable. After everything that happened during Armageddon, Heaven

and Hell tried to destroy your lives. What's the point if we don't cooperate with them but we

side with them just because of a position offered? Is what you all do just for nothing?

Crowley, whose feelings were getting worse at the replied, glared at Aziraphale sharply.

“ When Heaven ends life here on Earth, it’ll be just as dead as if Hell ended it.” Crowley said slowly.

You turned your gaze on Crowely. Unconscious hand stroked his hand.

"Why now, Azira?" you looked at Aziraphale again.

Aziraphale turned his gaze at you. Mouth agape when asked. "but, Y/N, Heaven. If Crowley cooperates with us, full angelic and all, we don't have to worry about conflict between the two sides. We can- we can always do good" Aziraphale reasoned. “Meanwhile, Metatron also said that you can be my right-hand man just like Crowley so that the three of us don't need to be apart" he added.

"he offered me to be your right-hand man" you looked at Aziraphale with disbelief.

Azirapale nodded. "Well, if you say yes"

"Tell me you said no" Crowley interrupted. Eyes looking at Aziraphale expectantly.

You glanced at Crowley speechless. You can see how angry Crowley is right now.

Crowley let go of your hand and shuffled his feet to move forward. "Tell me you said no" he asked again.

Aziraphale looked at him shocked. "If I'm in charge.. I can make a difference."

Crowley let out a heavy sigh and turned away from Aziraphale. You looked at Crowley with concern.

“Oh.. Oh, God. Right, i didn’t get a chance to say what i was going to say,i think i’d better say it now, right okay, yes, so…” Crowley's feelings are mixed between anger, betrayal and distressed. Just listen to the tone of his voice, you already know how he feel

Crowley sighed heavily. His mind tried to process the next sentence. You pursed your lips seeing Crowley distressed over things that for him there is still hope to be saved.

Something that the three of you built to stay together.

After a few heavy sighs, Crowley finally had the courage to face Aziraphale. "We've known each other for a long time. We’ve been on this planet for along time i mean you, me and Y/n. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me and so was Y/n. She can rely on us and so can we. We're a team. A group. Group of the three of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t. I mean, the last few years, not really” Crowley turned his

gaze away from Aziraphale as well as from you who were by his side. Crowley didn't want you both to see his eyes that were glassy because of the tears that started to appear under his eyelids.

He doesn't want pity from anyone. For somebody's sake, he has never hurt this bad as long as he has existed. You intended to comfort him but seeing that he didn't want anyone to touch him, you had to witness his overload emotions with your eyes also glossy with tears.

“ I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub..can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the three of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic! WE need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?” Crowley looked at him sadly.

Aziraphale shook his head several times with tears beginning to appear in his eyelids. He then moved himself to approach you both. "come with me..to Heaven. I'll run it, you two can be my second in command. The three of us can make it different."

Aziraphale stared at Crowley's eyes longingly before he turned his gaze to you who had been silent by Crowley's side since earlier. “ Y/n? Please tell me that you will come with me. We are both Angels, surely you want to follow me to Heaven and do good things. Please."

Aziraphale takes your hands and holds it gently while his eyes hold a pleading feeling.

You took a few steps back, letting go his hands from your hands as you shook your head a few times in disbelief.

" no..No Azira..I- I can't come you. After all we've been through now do you want to work with them again? This- this is something that- Oh, God, I can't" you started to hyperventilate with overloaded emotions.

Crowley moved towards you and hugged your body gently. He rubbed your shoulders tenderly, trying to calm you down. You put your head on his chest as you cried silently in his arms. Aziraphale looked at you feeling a little guilty and a little jealous when he witnessed the scenes that happened in front of him.

"please.. I didn't mean to upset you like this, I just want you two to come with me. We can be together" Aziraphale took a step forward but then stopped when Crowley took a step back from him with you in his arms.

"Crowley-"

"No..You can't leave this bookstore" Crowley answered with hurt.

Aziraphale huffed a big breath after he heard what Crowley said. He chuckled slightly.

"Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever" and that's it. The last shot.

Crowley clenched his jaw as he looked at Aziraphale who once he called friends and partners. The look of betrayal stuck on his face while you parted away from Crowley's chest with cheeks stained with tears.

You are at a loss for words. Mind repeatedly played what Aziraphale said earlier.

"no. No, i don't suppose it does" Crowley put on his black tinted glasses, hiding his snake eyes from Aziraphale before taking your hand. "Good Luck" and he left Aziraphale standing there with eyes glassy with tears.

"Goodbye, Aziraphale" you whispered but loud enough for Aziraphale to hear it as you walked past him.

#david tennant #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens x reader #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x reader x crowley #aziraphale #crowley x reader #crowley #crowley x arizaphale #ineffable husband x reader #aziraphale x reader #michael sheen #david tennant x reader #crowley good omens x reader #SoundCloud

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vikkirosko · 1 year ago

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(This ask may be triggering, so feel free to ignore)

Could we please a Husk x Reader where reader committed suicide back on earth and its pretty much the only reason they are in hell now?

I had to look a couple things up and apparently killing yourself counts as a violation of the 6th commandment, the "thou shalt not kill" one, Sick. (Not all the sources agreed but mmmmmm angst ♡)

It can be romantic or platonic, whatever you choose. I just like it when Husk goes full "bartender" mode ^^

(I'm fine btw, I just like the angst)

🃏 Husk x Reader platonic headcanons Bartender mode 🥃

When you showed up at the hotel, Husk couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. Why were you in Hell at all? You were a friendly, sociable, bright person who clearly didn't belong there. Some things, like the murders, scared you. It might have seemed like you went to Hell by mistake. He thought about it until one evening you came to the bar when the others were no longer there and it was clear from your face that something was bothering you. Husk poured you a drink, waiting for you to start your story

After a couple of glasses of alcohol, you began to tell him in a tired voice that you did not remember doing anything wrong. You've been living an ordinary life. You had a job, you visited your parents several times a month, you didn't get involved with crime or anything forbidden. However, a dark streak began in your life, which led to the fact that you could no longer stand it and committed suicide. That was the only reason you ended up in Hell, and you were well aware of it

When you told him what caused you to go to Hell, Husk looked at you with surprised eyes. He had once heard that suicides went to Hell, but he did not think that if this was the only sin, Hell would still be waiting. However, you were sitting at the bar and were living proof that this was indeed the case. You told him you were sorry for what you did, because your parents and friends didn't deserve it. You hoped that they had lived good lives and that you could atone for your sin and meet them in Heaven

Husk told you straight out that you screwed up a lot, but his words didn't make you sad or angry. On the contrary, you laughed. You knew how absurd it all was. At first, you blamed yourself a lot for succumbing to weakness, but it wouldn't help, it would only make it worse. That's why you tried to move on. Perhaps a lot of things in Hell were still unusual and frightening for you, but you were able to find your place in the hotel and were glad that you had new friends, including Husk

Husk understood that you were trying to look at everything more positively, but a soft smile appeared on his lips anyway. He was glad that, despite what happened to you, you continued to hope for the best. He was ready to listen to you again if you wanted to talk. After all, that's why he was the bartender who listened to the rest of the hotel's inhabitants

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Husk #Husk x Reader

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httpiastri · 1 year ago

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I HAVE THOUGHTS !!!!!

imagine being paul's girlfriend and since it's winter break you two get to spend more time together. Snuggling with each other, lazy mornings together, no rush, no chaos, just enjoying the little things.

And one day you see Paul playing some video games and you're just looking at the screen, curious about how the game works so you walk towards him and ask him if you could play with him, something Paul is very enthusiastic about and quickly grabs your waist so you could sit on his lap, your hands on the controller and his right on top of yours so he can help you a little ((((imagine the size difference, omg)))), everything is giggles and fun, you can't help but smile when sometimes he slips out a few words in estonian and even if you don't quite understand it yet, you love hearing him so happy.

(that insta story he uploaded not long ago made me think of this, his hair looked so fluffy omg😭 and the beautiful, bright smile as well<333)

you have thoughts!! and i’m very thankful to have been let in on these amazing thoughts!!!!! 🤭 winter break with paul 🫶🫶🫶

spending some good quality time together as the season has been so busy… lazy mornings spent in bed just chatting, twirling his curls between your fingers as he laughs about a story you told, his big warm hands pulling you closer… cozy afternoons spent walking around the city in the snow, or sitting in cute little cafés, fingers intertwined and kisses being pressed to rosy, frozen cheeks… and long nights filled with cuddles, movie-watching, and hushed whispers about the future…

but of course, he also likes to spend some time playing games now that he's finally off. usually, you take the time to do something for yourself when he's playing, but sometimes you get curious and want to watch him play. he's got this new game that you've never seen before, and it looks very complex but also very intriguing, so you walk up to him.

when you ask him all these questions about how to play, what the goal is, what that character does and how to use that special command, he secretly finds it so cute. he's basically melting on the inside. he's just about to ask if you want to try it out, when you shyly ask him "can i play?", and he melts some more. he's so enthusiastic about it, head nodding quickly and hands find your waist instantly. he guides you onto his lap, placing the controller in your hands before letting his hands land on your thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches the screen.

then, when he sees you struggling, he chuckles and places his huge hands on top of yours. he moves your fingers to help you out, guiding you and letting you know what to do, and sharing giggles with you when everything still goes wrong. eventually, you start to get the hang of – but you pretend that you don't, because you want him to keep his hands on yours…

and then, after that day, gaming together becomes a common occurrence. you sit down together, preferably (for you both) in his laps, trying out new games and playing his old favorites. fighting games, teamwork games, farming simulators – anything just to spend time together and stay close. it's also an easy way for you to learn certain estonian terms, especially funny little swearwords that slip out in the middle of his laughter when you both fail a level of a game.

and he notices quite easily when you start getting tired. he placed sweet kisses to the back of your neck, whispering something about how you can go take a nap together, but you shake your head at him. then you hand him the controller, turning around in his lap and telling him to keep playing – before leaning forward, nuzzling your face into his neck and slowly dozing off.

and he has such a hard time focusing on the game when your chest is pressed up against his, with your sweet scent filling his senses and your touch clouding his thoughts. but he loves it, and wishes time could stop and he could just have you in his lap forever. the game isn't as important.

#also… on the subject of him speaking estonian……#i rlly imagine him also saying praises to you in estonian 😭😭#like i mean idk if they sound any good in estonian but like #‘good job’ ‘good girl’ ‘just like that’ ‘perfect’#plus… i guess those terms could come out in another situation too…….. i can think of a few 🤭#okay im gonna stop before i go overboard #asks!#anon!#paul aron #paul thoughts

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aquariusmiller · 7 months ago

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cowboy like me

Chapter III: To Build a Home

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Chapter Summary: You've settled. Now comes the hard part; navigating your newfound connections. How much of you are you letting them in on?

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: anxiety, drinking, weapons, canon typical violence, flirting, slowburn, not much – kinda fluffy

A/N: My dumbass accidentally deleted my post with the most notes in panic as I accidentally posted the wrong thing on my blog. I tried reblogging the old one but the "keep reading" button doesn't work on the phone!! As I mentioned in the last one, this is some fluff to lighten up the angst of the prequel. I am so sorry for the request, but I'd love it if you could like this post again in case you liked the last one. This will not happen again. And if you're new to this post, enjoy! :)

masterlist

song recs: the archer - taylor swift ("Can you see right through me?") and to build a home - the cinematic orchestra

"If that's darkness, you wanted no part in the light."

A lot has changed in the past two months. Maybe you have too.

You stayed in Jackson. The patrols were a commitment you couldn’t and didn’t want to avoid, the main reason being Joel. He didn’t necessarily chew you out for not showing up... Because you knew he would, majorly, so you did. Honest to God, you’re not used to working regularly for your share. Your way has always been figuring it out as you go and wiggling your way out of – often – life-threatening situations.

Besides, you wanted to show up. You admit begrudgingly to yourself you want to see him. No matter how much you bicker on patrol. No full-on fights, but you haven’t gone one patrol without getting into a verbal sparring match. As time went on, it became a friendly fight. You grew to like it, and judging by Joel’s subtle smiles when you’ve packed a good verbal punch, you’d say he did too.

He was actually pleasant to talk to now. You found out Tommy, of all people, is his brother. Walking back from the gates one day, you saw Tommy in the crowd of the town square with his wife. Yes, he had a wife. A beautiful blonde woman named Maria who commanded respect with her presence alone. She was at least a decade older than you and you couldn’t help but look up to her.

The most surprising piece of information you got out of Joel was... He was taking care of a kid. A fifteen-year-old girl named Ellie. You loved asking him about her, because his gaze would always soften at the mention of her. “A little firecracker, that one. You’d like her.” He’d say with a grin on his face as he looked at you, teasing you. You didn’t miss the affection in his tone, though, nor the way his expression shifted. He’d never call himself her father, but you knew... Joel talked about her and cared about her like only a father would.

You wondered if you’d get the chance to meet her. If she’d like you – or see right through you.

Joel would tell you about his months long journey from the Boston QZ across the country then back to Jackson, starting out smuggling her. As much as he’d go on and on about it though, you felt like he was hiding something... Mostly because Ellie didn’t stay where he was supposed to smuggle her. And because he told you only a few words about Salt Lake City. You knew it was dark and you knew it was with best intentions for her. “The people we were supposed to smuggle her to in Salt Lake City gave us trouble. So I brought her back here.” He continued quietly, his voice barely audible through the wind. “Let’s just say... I couldn’t let them take her.” His eyes were turned to the thick woods in a wistful and dire gaze. Like he did what he had to. You don’t judge him for it. He probably did everything in his power to save the kid. You respected it.

What you realized in time was his fierce loyalty stirred something deep inside you. If that’s darkness, you wanted no part in the light.

That being said, you felt like light followed everywhere you went since you came into Jackson. You’ve made a few trips to the bar after patrols with Joel and you’ve met friends. Real friends, not just people you were acquainted with for survival purposes. You first friend’s name was Nancy. A tall woman with chocolate colored hair and kind green eyes. She was forthcoming, fiery as you, gregarious. You always had fun with her, but you wouldn’t shy away from deep conversations. She introduced you to her friend group and you started hanging out almost daily, the bartenders in the “Tipsy Bison” already knowing your names and orders. You’d talk for hours, play cards one of the guys, Madden, has found in an abandoned house, get tipsy on beer and laugh like idiots.

You’ve never had a community like this, never felt you belonged. It was hitting you slowly you’d do anything to protect this newfound peace. Yet, a part of you knew nothing ever lasts, and you felt both past and present life outside the walls lurking, waiting for a moment to strike.

What would they all think if they knew what you’ve done? You’re sure everyone in Jackson had a few demons to carry from the road there. No one was innocent since outbreak hit. Somehow, you felt like yours were worse than most. Stability surrounded you, yet you felt like you were holding onto something fragile. Most of your days were a blur of worry about it, trying your damndest to save something you felt was slipping through your fingers.

Your newfound drive to patrol and protect didn’t miss Joel. You’ve made it to the gate early this morning, leaving intent footsteps in the snow. Snowflakes were coating your hair and lashes, but that didn’t deter your steely gaze. As you were waiting for him, you noticed an almost amused smile on his face. He couldn’t deny he found it endearing.

“Look who’s ready to get down to business.” He held back his amusement.

You chuckled as you realized how you must look. “Hey, the infected aren’t gonna shoot themselves.”

You make a mental note you pulled a laugh out of this grumpy man. “You’re right.” He starts on your patrol route and asks, still smiling slightly. “What’s gotten into ya?”

You chuckle sheepishly. “I just... Guess I have something to fight for.”

He feigns a look of surprise. “Yeah? Don’t tell me you’ve met a fella.”

You shake your head, grinning, amused at the thought. That's about the last thing you need right now. “Nah... I’ve made some friends though.”

He nods, shrugging, mildly impressed. “Friends? You’ve been here a whole of two months.”

You chuckle and look at him as you playfully tease him. “Not everyone’s an unapproachable stump.”

He smirks, having expected something like this from you. “Yeah, yeah... Well, if they convince you to watch your six, I ain’t complaining.”

You told him about your friends as you trailed the path. The fresh blanket of snow was sparkling in the winter sun, contrasting the dark bare trees. It was almost scenic. He could see how much you cared about them, even if he considered it a relatively short time of knowing them. He was noticing a different side of you, as you’ve never told him about someone you’re fond of before. He never saw much point in making friends, but he couldn’t help but admire how quickly you’ve integrated in the community. Found something to treasure.

After a while of talking, you settle in comfortable silence. You’re patrolling all the way to the ski lodge today, your route longer than usual. The snow is muffling a lot of the sound so you have to be extra careful not to be caught off guard.

Luckily, the walk passes as usual. You don’t cross paths with anyone besides a small group of infected. You deal with them together. You’ve become a well-oiled machine.

You reach a snowmobile hidden behind a house, surrounded by trees. The size of it and the sleek design makes it look like it was really expensive before the outbreak. You look at Joel questioningly. There’s no way this still works. He hops on it, starting up the engine. “One of the electricians has made this thing work again.” He looks back at you and continues. “We’ve only got one. Hop on.”

You look at the fancy working vehicle in awe. You’re snapped out of it by his voice and you sit down behind him, your thighs wrapping around his hips in the small space. Instantly aware of how close you are (and liking the feel of your legs wrapped around him a little too much), you’re reluctant to hold on to him. You’ll suffice with keeping your balance.

He hums and starts driving the vehicle, the snowmobile cutting through the snow as cold air hits your cheeks. He’s careful when turning it, making sure you don’t fall off. One really harsh turn though, you instinctively wrap your arms around his frame and hold on to him. He doesn’t tense up. Doesn’t move. He just turns his head to you and asks you. “You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, I’m alright. Keep moving.”

You hold on to him for the rest of the ride, his back against your chest. You feel tingly with warmth at the contact. He doesn’t seem to mind it either, his shoulders moving in a more relaxed manner. Almost like he’s not used to someone holding on, but liking it. He shifts a bit as he drives until you’re seated comfortably, snug against his jacket.

You reach the ski lodge and get off the vehicle. Joel stands up and moves to the lookout point, taking his sniper rifle in his hands. He turns to you. “Can ya sharpshoot from the distance?”

You shake your head. “Can handle a gun, but I’ve never done it.”

He nods. “When you get a bit more practice with the gun, I’ll teach ya.” He turns to the lookout and aims his rifle, shooting infected from the distance.

He’s not as fast with the sniper rifle as he is with a regular one, this time around diligent and careful. The infected go down in the distance one by one and you can’t help but be impressed with how easy he makes it look.

“Nice shot.” You say as he reaches a particularly fast-moving clicker.

“Thanks.” His focus doesn’t stray from his aim. You love watching him in action, impressed by his competence, feeling lucky to have him watching your back.

A few more shots, and he’s done. He turns to you, condensed breath from his mouth hitting the air as he speaks. “Let’s get to the lodge. I need a break.”

You nod and smile, heading towards the lodge and opening the big wooden door. This is the part of the patrol you were most looking forward to. You’ve never been in a ski lodge before the outbreak, and certainly not after.

You come in and marvel at the spacious wooden interior. There’s a small hallway with a coat rack and a stylish shoe cabinet, extending to a spacious cozy living area with a kitchen, small dining table and a living room. The walls are chipped, the color of the wood has faded with time and a light layer of dust covers most of the surfaces, but the luxury of the lodge is intact.

Joel notices your excitement and grins. “Not bad, huh? It’s my favorite patrol route too.” He takes off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack along with his backpack and rifle. He sits back at the dining table, crossing his arms. “Great place to take a breather.”

You nod and take off your jacket too, taking a thermos with coffee out of your backpack and sipping on it. “It’s amazing.” You chuckle. “Definitely not a place I could afford before all this.”

He nods. “Do I look like I could?”

You smirk as you purposely answer his rhetorical question. “No. No offence.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle. “No offence taken.” He looks at the thermos in your hand. “What’s that?”

You smile. “I brought coffee today.”

“Coffee?” He raises a curious eyebrow. “Didn’t know you had taste... Full of surprises.” He smirks and holds out his hand as a silent request.

You smirk at the way coffee instantly got Joel’s attention. You keep him in suspense for a moment, Joel raising his eyebrow again. “C’mon.” He leans in and nudges you for it in a playful demand.

You hand him the thermos and he sips on it. He hums in satisfaction. “Ya make a good cup of joe.”

“A compliment. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. ‘S just coffee.” He sips on more of it, enjoying the strong bitter taste. “You oughta make it more often.”

“Oh? Want breakfast too?” You tease.

“I ain’t sayin’ no if you’re offering.” He looks out the window at the darkening sky. You rarely see him this laidback.

You have a mischievous grin on your face as you think of a comeback. “Yeah? Breakfast in bed?”

He smirks and turns back to you as he catches onto your game. “Ya sayin’ you wanna get in my bed?”

You grin coyly. “A girl can dream.”

He sips the coffee with a coy grin of his own, enjoying the banter.

“You gonna drink all my coffee? Sharing is caring, you know.”

He nods. “You’re right. Here you go.” He hands you back the thermos, your hands brushing against each other. Both of you try to brush off the intimacy of the subtle touch and sharing a beverage.

You take the turns with the coffee in silence for a while, the only sound in the lodge the wind blowing outside. It gets pretty loud after a while, the windows of the old lodge shaking slightly. Joel gets up from the table first to check out the weather.

“Looks like there’s a snowstorm brewin’.” He says, leaning on an old heater by the window.

“Oh, great.” You’re not particularly looking forward to being stuck in this lodge. Especially with Joel. You two for hours in an enclosed space is a recipe for disaster. “Will we be able to make it back in time?”

He’s not thrilled about it either. “Nah. Don’t think so.”

There goes the warm bed you’d sink in after patrol. Oh, well. This is definitely not the worst situation you’ve ever been in. Albeit old, the lodge is comfortable.

You try to lighten up the situation. “I take dibs on the bed.”

He jokes. “We could share.”

You chuckle and shake your head as if the idea is absurd, though that small part deep inside you would like the comfort of sharing a bed with him. “No.”

“Guess you don’t wanna get in my bed after all.” He smirks and shakes his head.

You lean your hand on your cheek, your elbow on the table, amused at his cheeky claim. You didn’t know he had it in him. Full of surprises.

The windows shake again, interrupting your banter. Joel settles back on the chair opposite you and looks out at the brewing blizzard.

You glance at him as you realize... This is better than coming back to your empty cabin. The last thing you want to admit even as waves of it come crashing down inside you, all telling you the same thing is... With him, in Jackson, is your place of respite; something like home.

You try to shake it off the way you always do – talking. “How long is this gonna last?”

He hums as he thinks. “Usually it’s a few hours. Tommy said the longest one was seven.”

He has to be kidding. You sigh as you contemplate on of how you’re going to spend the time. It’s cold, the only supply you have is coffee, and the only company each other. Worst case scenario, you get into a huge fight and someone ends up walking out into the storm. Best case scenario... You don’t know. You grow closer? Perhaps you fear that one more.

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