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endmeprettyplease · 2 years

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Heartbeat

AN: So I’ve been debating on posting this absolute filth for months but fuck it. Title is based off of Childish Gambino’s song. Also big TW. I’m so sorry. The idea behind this is Tak working through his virtual torture trauma.

Takeshi Kovacs/afab!reader

Warnings: Consensual non-con, smut, p in v sex, afab reader, feminine pet names, breath play, mild knife play, bondage, no y/n.

Summary: You have information that Takeshi wants, you refuse, he gets creative.

Cold. Okay, sore, alright.

Alive. You were alive, yeah, you could work with that. Panic scrambled all memories of how you had even woken here, wherever here was. Doing your best to focus on all of your training you continued to take stock of yourself. Slowly opening your eyes you saw ugly, dim fluorescent lights and a cracked cement ceiling. Basement maybe? You lifted your arms, the clanking of chains following, pulling tight against your wrists before you could touch your face.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Your chest seized, sure you could handle a hell of alot but this was bad. Inhaling slowly and deeply you reminded yourself that all the years of work had prepared you for a situation like this. Shifting your legs you found them just as stiff and chained as your arms. Twisting back and forth on what seemed to be a metal table, your clammy skin sticking to the surface. It was then you finally noticed a blindingly obvious fact. You were naked, completely bare, vulnerable in an unknown location.

Fear shattered any remaining resolve and you frantically lifted your head, eyes scanning the barren room. It was dark, dilapidated. A tray of… instruments to your left only heightened your distress. The sound of someone rising from a chair and the distinct flick of a lighter caused you to jolt.

You tilted your head back as far as you could, your view of the man distorted with tears and upside down but you knew instantly you were done. Absolutely fucked. His face was unreadable, cigarette perched between his lips, black shirt pulled tight across his broad chest and tall. Towering over you as you trembled on the table.

“W-who are you?” Your voice cracked, your mouth felt dry, tongue heavy.

The man tutted as he stalked around the table coming to your side. “It’s always the same, ‘Who are you?’, ‘What do you want?’. ‘Please don’t hurt me.’” He sneered, raising a hand and swiping a tear from your face even as you flinched away.

“It doesn’t matter who I am, I know who you are. I want Amari Donahvin’s stack.” His calloused fingers trailed down to your chin, “And I will hurt you. You can cry, you can scream, you can beg. I won’t be listening unless it’s what I want to hear.”

A jolt of adrenaline hit you like a train and you thrashed in your binds again. No, no, no this can’t be happening. It’s not real. The man stepped back, smirk on his face, allowing you to tire yourself out as he searched for a tool of his liking.

Painting, you dropped back onto the table. Your wrists and ankles already feeling raw and sore. Turning to see the man watching you, as he spun a small switchblade. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I-I have no idea who that is, please, you have the wrong person! I’m Ari-”

The man cut you off, stating your name. A name you hadn’t used in so long, a name you were pretty sure you had almost forgotten. Your real name, and your blood turned to ice. As he watched you process his face darkened, leaning in closer.

“Like I said, I know who you are, baby. And I know that you have what I want. Look,” He sighed with mock sympathy. “This is a real fuckin’ pretty sleeve. Your original? You know what, it doesn't matter. I’d really hate to have to tear it to shreds, rip your stack out and do this all again, worse, in virtual. So, just tell me and I promise I’ll drop you back off at that shithole motel.”

Any other time this situation would be a fantasy. Tied up and used by some tall, dark and handsome stranger, with a voice so deep that you swore you could feel it in your bones? Sounds like an ideal Saturday night. As much as your brain panicked your body heated, like a fucking pavlonion response to all those nights of daydreaming. Drawing your knees up as far as the chains allowed and pressing your thighs together, you hoped your change in demenor came off as terror more than reluctant arousal.

“Please, I-I told you I don’t know anything! I’ve never heard that name before in my life, please let me go.” You sobed, twisting and the cold air of the room made you shiver and your nipples pebble. Hard and sore already. Any training, any and all preparation you had done to tolerate torture and now when you finally needed to put it to use you were a mess. It was embarrassing, all of it absolutely humiliating. If he had to torture you did you have to be naked? Did he have to be so undeniably attractive? While you tried to figure out what wires had gotten crossed your head he clicked open the switchblade and pressed it to your sternum.

You jumped in response, the man’s expertise the only thing that prevented the blade from slicing you open. “Still, sweetheart.” His tone unnerving you more than the blade. Soft, contemplative and you watched as his eyes scanned you from head to toe before finally meeting yours. Slowly a small smile spread on his face, a chuckle laced with disbelief filling the room.

“Holy fuck, you’re enjoying this.” The man pulled back a bit, rolling his head up towards the ceiling, running his tongue across his teeth. The knife never leaving your skin.

You flushed further at being caught, somehow feeling even more exposed than before. A sob escaping your lips in response to the deep throb in your core. You considered just begging him for real death, crying out to any and all gods to allow the floor to swallow you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned away from him, shaking your head in denial. Wishing he would just drive that blade into your chest. “P-please, I’m not, just let me go! Please, sir!”

Mercilessly the man just laughed again, wrenching your face back to his. Forcing you to meet his gaze as he squeezed your jaw tighter.

“You’re telling me that if I pull apart your thighs right now, you won’t be fuckin’ soaked? Hm?” You shook your head again uselessly as he stepped away from you. Tossing the knife away carelessly with a clatter. The man moved so slowly around the table, like a predator. And you sure as hell felt like easy prey, served up on an almost literal silver platter. You tried to draw your feet up more when he reached them, the chains digging painfully into your skin an afterthought as you cowered.

“I’m not! Please, I’m not! Don’t-”

He barely seemed to notice your cries as he gripped your knees and spread them easily in spite of your struggles. The display of strength making your head spin, who the hell is this guy? A shiver ran through you at the rush of cold air on your heated core. Feeling exactly how wet you were, how wet this whole situation had made you.

The man laughed again, holding your legs apart effortlessly as he inspected you. “Fucking knew it, you’re dripping. I thought I was fucked up, but this is a whole other level of sick, kitten.”

“P-please, stop! Sir, I-”

The man pulled his hand back, smacking your inner thigh, hard. A moan left your lips before you could stop it. “Are you going to tell me where her stack is?” His face was neutral but his eyes were amused, challenging you.

“I told you I don’t-'' Your words seemed to be his breaking point as he hooked his hands into your hips, roughly pulling you down the table. Skin squeaking harshly across the metallic surface until your arms were staining above your head.

“I think there’s a much more… fun way I can make you talk.” The man wet his lips, hungrily eating up your helpless form. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to fuck it out of you. Takeshi, by the way, as cute as that ‘sir’ shit is, I wanna hear my name.” With a wink he leaned toward your exposed sex, paying no mind to you wriggling and struggling against his grip. Nor the various pleas leaving your lips.

Shocked and aroused you watched Takeshi absolutely smother himself in your sex. The stimulation so overwhelming and sudden you nearly screamed. A strangled cry ripping from your throat as his forearm pinned your hips, pressing his weight almost painfully onto you. Forcing you to feel every hot swipe of his tongue on your sensitive clit.

The clanking of chains nearly drowned out the filthy groans leaving Takeshi. You had barely formulated another desperate attempt for mercy when he slipped a finger into your sex. Quickly followed by a second. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight cunt. Relax, kitten, or I’ll never be able to fuck you.”

The impact of your skull against the table barely registered when your head dropped back, the world spinning, consumed by the feeling and the sounds emitting from between your thighs. Takeshi groaned low as you clenched around his fingers, the heat of all of it creeping past your breasts and swallowing you whole. “P-please,” Your thighs shuttered and burned, jolting when he chuckled against your already overstimulated sex and thrust another finger inside you.

The tension rising from your cunt, radiating into your gut felt like nothing ever had before. The world spun around you and you felt dizzy with it, too much, not enough. You would’ve screamed if you had enough air in your lungs for it. All it took to send you over the edge was a brutal smack on your outer thigh. Your high rushing through you like rapids, each wave forcing you to strain against your restraints. Takeshi just dug his nails into your flesh, holding you steady and you rode through the most intense orgasm of your life.

Regaining your bearings felt like resurfacing from a dive, slow and disorienting. You felt rough fabric against your thighs, tremors still running though you, the clink of a belt finally prompting to open your eyes. Takeshi kneeled between your legs, looming over you as he freed himself, face still wet with you slick he hadn’t bothered to wipe away. Somewhere far away a voice pleaded with you, telling you he’d released your ankles, that you should kick him but you locked onto his cock your mind went blank. Thick, long, reddened and fucking throbbing.

“Oh god.” Slipped out without your permission and he laughed.

“Yeah, angel, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” With his hands hooked on your hips he yanked you into his lap. Cock slapping onto your sex and your weight resting on your shoulders.

“Wait! Please! You’re too-” He slammed into you without warning, all the air leaving you in a great woosh.

“You know what I want to hear, unless it's that then shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Takeshi punctuated each word of the demand with a thrust, having given you nearly no time to adjust. Your cunt ached and throbbed, each time he bottomed out it sent a sharp jolt through your gut as he met your cervix.

“Fuck you’re so goddamn tight, so warm.” He groaned, for the first time seeming phased as his face twisted with determined pleasure. You wanted to tell him to stop, to go harder, faster, to swipe that blade back off the floor and split your jugular but words seemed to refuse to leave your lips. You just gasped and moaned brokenly as each thrust rocked your body up the table with a metallic squeak.

You tasted blood as his open palm met your cheek, the sting shooting to your clit like there was a direct line. “Say my name.” He panted, lips curled in a snarl. Over top of you he looked everything like the killer he was, merciless and guiltless.

“T-Takeshi, Tak-” You chanted as his pace increased with a guttural growl. His hand slipped down your face to your throat. Closing unforgivingly around your windpipe as your climax neared.

“I can’t, please,” You choked out past the pressure on your throat. You were terrified of cumming again, already too overwhelmed and raw. Your head buzzed from the lack of oxygen and blood flow, feeling bruises forming from his grip.

Takeshi did the opposite of relenting, dropping himself over you, putting more pressure on your neck and panting into your face. “You’re going to cum for me again, kitten, and then I’m going to fill up this little cunt. C’mon, cum like the whore you are.”

Your climax hurt, muscles clenching hard and painfully. Your thighs locked around his waist, unintentionally pulling him even deeper as you wailed. Takeshi moaned, thrusts stuttered and irregular as his own high was forced from him far sooner than he intended. Walls milking his cock, he spurted his release with as close to a sob as you’d ever heard from him.

Takeshi moaned your name, releasing your throat and resting his face onto your chest as his release slowly subsided.

“Shit, hey baby, let’s get you out of these cuffs.” Takeshi’s words drifted past your ears like a breeze as you enjoyed the endorphins still flooding your body. Once your hands were freed he gently massaged your skin, cooing at you quietly.

“There she is,” He murmured when you finally opened your eyes to meet his.

“Hey,” You whispered, voice hoarse, brain still feeling fuzzy.

Takeshi smiled sweetly, seeming uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I’m gonna pull out and clean you up okay?”

You hummed, honestly just ready to curl up and sleep if it weren’t for how hard and uncomfortable the table was. “Yeah,”

You grimaced when he pulled away and whined as he went to grab a wipe. He cleaned you gently, kindly avoiding your raw clit, pressing a kiss to your hip bone. “You did so fucking well, angel, I’m so proud of you.”

“You came so fast,” You snorted, dazed and so euphoric.

Takeshi huffed, the sound of wipe hitting the floor graced your ears as he gathered you into his arms.

“Not my fault your cunt is fucking magic.” His words held no venom and you relished in his warmth and scent.

You drifted quietly as Takeshi walked to the elevator until he spoke again.

“Thank you for doing this, I-” He trailed off, the silence heavy.

“Anytime Tak.” You hummed, settling in again as the elevator doors opened.

#takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs #takeshi kovacs x you #again im sorry #consensual noncon #this is gross #altered carbon #joel kinnaman #joel kinnaman x reader

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lightfin · 2 months

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Ok so befor I start going on hear, I’m sorry, I’m just sorry that I even thought of this but the dynamic would be realy interesting.

SO! What if, in Wizards, where the gang (Douxie, Claire, Steve, Jim) return to the present, Jim gets corrupted, the team have to flee and Douxie comes up with his plan to save everyone, it backfires and everyone gets captured.

What if, instead of Author Killing merlin, it was Jim!

Arthur using Merlin’s champion as a show of betrail, that even Merlin’s greatest strength, his creations, can be the very thing that would cause his down fall, and his inevitable end at the hands of the hunter he neglected, one of the reason They corrupted Jim, or as they only saw, the Troll hunter.

Douxies and Jim’s relationship after, Jim Human or half troll you decide, would end up being a mixture of anger and distrust, but enviably overcoming it, both discovering who each other realy are, and opening up to the ordeal, becoming stronger allies, and friends.

Insert epic King and wiszard team up fight against the Order.

Also the emotions, the character development of the twos relationship, ( which honestly wasn’t much in cannon, missed opportunity, but that’s just my opinion.)

Douxie having to tangle with sides, one. Blaming Jim for the loss of his father figure and mentor, but the other trying to remind him it was just the corruption, making Douxie make the tough desition to live with his emotions to rise up as a leader in order to save the ones he still has( Archie and Charlie playing a big roll in that part). Finally confronting Jim in Rise of the Titans, with either a firm hand shake like they did before returning to the present, or even a hug, apologising that he had to endure the challenges of merlins visions, and not get to see the side not filled with pride. Fighting along side there new King not built from the wrath of the past, but the hope in the future.

Jim on the other side of this story, goes like this.

Jim freed from enemy control, pretends for his friends everything is fine, the truth is anything but that.

Traumatised and more afraid then ever, When Douxie suggests someone flame exgalaber, everyone agreeing it should be the trollhunter. Jim reluctant to pick up the blade, tries for his friends, but fails. Not because he can’t, but because he doesn’t believe it should be him.

He never tells anyone but he remembers everything he did as the beast, but more importantly how it felt. He would fear himself more then ever now because of how much a part of him enjoyed the Kill, and how it felt freeing, even though it was wrong. I feel there would have been a real distancing scenario hear, until someone, I vote Toby, snaps him out of it.

And at some point in the climax of the film, Jim decides to accept his fears, and embrace all that he is, beast and all, showing the enemy that saw him as nothing more then Merlin’s pawn, that he is more then what Merlin made him, his divisions his own, his heart his own, and that he was hero for any of it. He also admits to his fears to Douxie, and the two become friends, and then the epic show down happens.

Anyways that is basically a little AU idea I came up with, tell me your thoughts, and whether you would be interning seeing this as a fanfic.

#heartstorm #trollhunters #troll hunters #jim lake junior #douxie #rise of the titans #wizards tales of arcadia #freindship #emotions #again im sorry #trollhunters au

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darling-winnie · 2 years

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Robin wouldn't talk to Finney. All of The Ghost Crew talked to him except for Robin. Finney finally figured out how to talk to them without the stupid phone and Robin wouldn't talk to him.

It hurt. It hurt and Finney didn't know what to do to fix it. Maybe he shouldn't have told Robin he loved him before hanging up. Maybe that's why Robin keeps ignoring him. Because Robin doesn't love him back.

#the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #finney x robin #finbin #again im sorry #dont look

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ame-chan-unoffical · 5 months

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#NOOOOOO I CAN'T FIT ALL IN KM SORRY #mbti types #comments your mbti if they aren't listed #again im sorry #mbti #mbti personality types #vote

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bbybearcubbs · 7 months

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!ANNOUNCEMENT!

I am so sorry to everyone who was waiting for my Spooktober Special and for the other stories I had coming. Crap hit the fan and I'm gonna have to spend a while trying to clean it up myself. It's not going to be easy. It's not going to be quick. So I can't promise I'll be back soon. I do hope whenever I'm able to come back I can stay for even longer tho. I'm sorry again everyone, especially to my moots💔

[ @myboyfriendjake @afelia-123 @jinhyun @wonillaa ]

- Cubbs_🐻

#♡cubbs♡#♡moots♡#🌙♡#🐥♡#again im sorry #so sorry #Dream🌙♡#Jojo🐥♡

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ab--n · 6 months

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Google Hezbollah. That will explain the Lebanon thing. You're welcome.

Oh, thank you for that info. I guess I overreacted. I'm sorry.

#asks #again im sorry

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marielittlelou · 1 year

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♡𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙚♡

: ̗̀➛SYNOPSIS: Nothing could have prepared you for the moment Touya finally burned in his own flames.

All that was left of him was his pile of ashes in the battlefield, the remainder of his flames dying out. It was at this moment you realized, he was gone. Your Touya was gone. To a place where you could not follow. And that's what hurt the most.

: ̗̀➛WARNING: MAJOR, MAJOR NEW LEAKS SPOILERS! Contains mentions of Death, Endeavor, grief, loss of loved one. Same thing 💀 , swearing, anxiety, use of nicknames such as baby, babydoll.

: ̗̀➛ GENRE: Angst, sad ending. [🥀/💔]

: ̗̀➛ CW:// Use of you/your, gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

A/N:// FIRST OF ALL, HOLY SHIT?????? (Excuse my french) THE NEW LEAKS????? THEY CAME EARLY, AND THEN???? THEN???? SJFJFMDMFKSKSKKRMGJEJ I'LL RANT SOME MORE IN A SEPERATE POST BUT OH MY GOD

Absoloutly nothing could have prepared you for the day where Todoroki Touya was finally consumed in his own flames while killing Endeavor. And there was nothing you could do, you couldn't stop it, no matter how much you wanted to.

Before the first war, and his performance on Live TV revealing himself as Touya Todoroki, he told you before the war was set in place, including his goal, his revenge, to finally to kill Endeavor, like he always wanted since the birth of Dabi.

You knew it would be inevitable, you couldn't stop him even if you tried, but you also didn't want to stop him from achieving his goal even if it meant you were gonna lose him. It was hard, taking in the news. Knowing at one point in another he'd be as good as gone, so much so he'd be consumed in his own flames into his own pile of ashes. And didn't that just make your heart hurt and ache at the thought?

At that time, it was just you and Touya in a room, both of you having not seen eachother in a while due to Touya being busy with the liberation Army and Shigaraki, prepping for War. Touya decided to climb through your window at the midst of Midnight to give you one of the most hardest talks you'd ever had. It was sad, really, but it was the reality of being a villain, you supposed.

From Touya's uncomfortable body language and his head looking down, you could tell it was difficult for him to even talk about, especially when it came to speaking about his goal, revenge against endeavor. It was the same to you, the room you two were in full of silence.

Silence that'd never felt so incredibly loud.

You were just taking in everything he'd said, and it made sense, everything made sense, but it was all just so sad. It made sense why'd he'd want to kill Endeavor, the monster who hurt his family and put them through hell, creating children out of Rei for the sole purpose of wanting a child with a perfect quirk. And when he did, he simply just threw Touya away, who wanted his attention and ended up burning himself in sekoto peak, who would later be birthed as Dabi all because he wanted his attention, who wanted to be a hero exactly like his dad.

But that never happened, Endeavor just leaving Touya behind for his baby brother, Shouto. And now, they were here, sitting on the opposite sides, talking about everything happened, and Touya's goal that would be inevitable to prevent.

It just all made so much fucking sense.

It was hard, so difficult with your own ears to hear Touya, your Touya, would be dead in achieving his own goal.

For a moment, you felt numb, not feeling anything at first as you were taking everything in. Your pupils dilated, your eye color taking over as you could feel your heart thump in your chest, which hurt as your heart could be felt beating hard in your chest, knowing it was both of your anxiety and heart breaking, your hands gently closed into fists on your thighs, trying to control your slight heavy breathing, biting your lip and looking down, trying so hard not to cry. You couldn't do that to him. You couldn't. You couldn't hurt him like that, he was already hurt enough. You didn't want to make him feel worse.

Too deep in your heavy thoughts, you didn't hear the footsteps walking towards you, being out of your thoughts with a soft, deep voice you could easily recognize.

Only Touya would be that soft with you.

"Hey, Hey, Baby look at me," the scarred man spoke, his hand gently taking yours and squeezing it as you looked up to him, starting into his gorgeous ocean eyes that oh made you so weak.

"I need you to breath with me, okay, babydoll?" Touya spoke again, still squeezing your hand to confirm you were still with him as you nodded your head gently, your breathing still feeling heavy,

"Gently breathe in slowly through your nose, and count to four, slowly," Touya instructed, and you did as said, breathing slowly through your nose, then slowly counting to four. Touya smiled, rubbing your hand softly, "You're doing so good for me, babydoll," he smiles softly, before instructing again, "Now make sure to keep your shoulders down and to allow your stomach to expand while you breathe in, and hold your breathe in for a moment," Touya instructed again, doing just that, making sure to keep your shoulders down and relaxed, allowing your stomach to expand as you breathed In, while holding your breath only for a moment.

The villain in front of you spoke again, "Now release your breath, slow and smooth, while you count to seven," He said softly, while continuing to rub your hand gently and give it a gentle squeeze, encouraging you as you did so, releasing your breath smooth and steady, while you counted to seven.

You finished counting to seven, and you'd had to admit, you felt...lighter. Though, it wasn't quite enough to erase the heartache you felt, but you definetly felt a lot calmer than you did before.

"How do you feel, babydoll?" Touya asks softly, still rubbing your hand softly, looking at you as you looked back at the villain who was absoloutly soft for you, "lighter, definetly lighter," you quietly spoke, while you sniffled, you could tell tears were forming in your eyes, Touya taking notice as he gently stood you up, "c'mer," He says, bringing you close and wrapping his one arm on your waist, the other gently resting your head on his chest, his head resting above yours.

That's what finally broke the damp.

Tears burst out as you sobbed, you cried into his chest as he held you a bit tighter, while he rubbed your back for a while as he let you cry.

He managed to calm you down a while later, his fingers brushing through your hair calmly, your sniffles the only thing that fed the silence.

"I'm sorry," You suddenly said, voice strained and hoarse from a long while of crying, "I didn't want to make you feel bad or prevent you from completing your goal," you'd admit as Touya's hands gently cup your face, his thumbs wiping your tears, his eyes staring into yours,

"Babydoll," He quietly says, "You have absoloutly nothing to apologize for, so don't apologize, y'hear me?" He asks, firmly but gently as you nodded slightly, Touya still cupping your face. "Second of all, you're not making me feel bad or preventing me from achieving my goal," He continued, "I promise," He says, as you looked into his eyes and sniffled again,

"You promise?" You'd ask, your voice strained again, as he placed a kiss on your forehead, "I promise," Touya whispers as he holds you close.

For a little while longer, it was silent again, before Touya spoke. You'd wish it last forever.

"But this is something I have to do, I have to take down my old man, and that means I have to take him with me to the grave," Touya says quietly, while your heart ached even more from hearing it from Touya himself as your lips quivered, Touya continuing to brush your hair with his fingers for comfort.

"I don't know how I'll live without you gone," You admitted with a trembling voice, Touya lifting your face by your chin and giving you a soft, gentle kiss, before his face softened, looking at you. "You'll be okay," He whispers.

Touya then thought of an idea, letting you go, confused, of course, he took off his famous leather jacket he was known for wearing as the Villain 'Dabi', wrapping it around your shoulders and looking down at you,

"Keep it," He says, as you looked at the leather jacket that was now given to you, it had his scent on it, looking up at him. "My last gift to you to remember me by, Babydoll," He says soberly, as your lips quivered and trembled again, Touya bringing you in for a hug.

"I'm going to miss you so, so much, Touya," You cried, and oh if that didn't break Touya's heart, who thought his heart was burned years ago back at Sekoto Peak. "Me too, Babydoll," He whispers quietly, and he wouldn't admit it, but if he head the tears instead of the blood dripping down his face from his stables, he's be crying.

"I love you, Touya," You said with your trembling voice, "I always will," you finished, the blood slipping down Touya's staples became heavier as he was silent, before he replied, with his first and last "I love you more, Babydoll," He quietly says, blood from his staples now over his shirt, continuing to hug you for the remainder of the time you had with him.

That was then.

Now, you were in your apartment, which was lucky enough to be far away from the second war that was currently going on, news reporters flying in a helicopter above where the war is happening on the battlefield, currently filming the most bloodiest fight fought yet between Endeavor and Touya- who no longer looks the same as he once looked, his entire body burnt flesh and his legs now exposed to the bone.

Watching the fight made you wanted to puke, cry, scream, because you were watching Touya burn in his own flames, as well as endeavor, you were watching Touya die right in front of your own eyes.

You clutched Touya's leather blue jacket to your chest, watching as Todoroki Touya was being extinguished into ashes along with Endeavor.

And now, Touya, your Touya, was gone.

Touya Todoroki, The Late Villain Dabi, was no more.

He was as good as gone.

Now all that was left was his Leather Jacket, and you, who sobbed into his jacket, giving a heartbreaking curtailing scream of grief.

Touya Todoroki was gone, gone, gone.

This was now.

A/N:// AAAAAAAAAAAA writing this was so painful oh my GOD 💔 *Flips table* I CANT DO THIS TODAY NO I REFUSE TO BELIEVE HE'S GONNA DIE AHDJSJSJSJ- Okay, but seriously, if you read this, thank you so much! I apologize if it doesn't make you as emotional or cry, I want to be able to practice storytelling and to be good at storytelling at some point...also, for the anxiety portion I deal with it myself, so I typed out that anxiety scene with the heart hurting the chest thing based off of my own experience. Anything that also includes anxiety and depression that is requested ill be able to understand as I deal with them myself. Including Dermetillomania, (a disorder where you cannot stop picking at the skin). Oh! One more thing! Sorry 💀 The breathing portion of this Fic(?) I searched up, and I used the measured breath if you wanted to know. Anyways, that's all! Thanks so much for reading!

#touya x reader #touya todoroki angst #MHA Angst #im so sorry #MHA387 #Dabi Angst #my hero academy spoilers #my hero academia #TouyaTodorokiFic #mha fic #Angst #no comfort #again im sorry #I HAD TO

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sassykattery · 1 year

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Dissolution of the Fire, Pt. 6

Welcome to Part 6 of this prologue chapter. We are reaching the finale of this chapter very soon. I hope you're ready.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is human, MC is nonpoly. Warning: intense argument, signs and depictions of emotional abuse within an intimate relationship.

Themes: Relationships, hurt, angst, LuciferxMC

Characters: Lucifer, MC="you", Mammon, all brothers implied, Diavolo.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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Diavolo and Barbatos had bid you farewell, already extending their invitation for you to join them for dinner again tomorrow night. You happily agreed and made your way back to the House.

Chaos had ensued before you even got home. Evidently, you were sorely missed at dinner, and there was a riot in your absence. The eldest stood in front of them, the younger six still sitting at the dinner table, and he lectured them.

When you heard the commotion, you walked to the dining hall and looked at all of them, to which all seven stared back at you.

"Hello?" you said quizzically.

"Oi! Where were you?" Satan asked, annoyed.

"I had tea and played chess with Lord Diavolo. Then I stayed for dinner with him and Barbatos at the castle," you replied, being sure to avoid the gaze of the eldest, the very gaze that would've bored holes into you.

"Oh! How amazing is that!" Asmo cooed. "The royals must have really taken a shine to you MC," he said in a dreamy voice.

"Well, we missed you at dinner!" Levi whined. "We all wanted to talk to you about stuff, but you never showed up."

"I apologize, next time I'll send a text," you replied, and then you sat in your normal seat at the table. "Why don't you all tell me about it now that I'm here?" you offered sweetly. All of them chirped their approval and forgot about the lecture they were receiving, and Lucifer was too enraged by you to continue it anyway.

"So, today at Majolish, there was this totally-" Asmo started to say, when Lucifer grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of your chair.

"Let's go," Lucifer said.

"No."

You dug your heels in and grabbed the table with your other hand, causing him to stop short.

It was so silent in the room; a pin could drop and sound like a sonic boom.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer hissed.

"I said, no," you repeated.

All of the youngest brothers were watching with concerned stares, wondering how you, the human, could defy Lucifer. But Mammon, he knew how, and he was ready to come to your aide as he slowly scooted his chair back.

"Why do we need to leave, Lucifer?" you snapped, snatching your wrist back. "Your brothers wish to speak to me, so what's the problem?" you hissed.

"I need to speak with you," he said between his teeth.

"Then we can speak later, I'm busy," you retorted.

See, what was actually happening was you two were having an argument but doing so discreetly. You were defying him, yes, but the point was, he wants your attention, but you're busy, so he'll have to wait, just like what he's done to you for the past two days, or rather, the last few weeks. A taste of his own medicine, as it were.

Swiftly, you sat back down, and turned your attention back to the other brothers. It wasn't until Lucifer stormed off to lord knows where, probably his office, to sulk, that they started chatting again.

After an hour of listening to their tales, you bid them all good night and finally made your way to Lucifer's office and let yourself in without knocking. You were livid, and he was going to get it from you now.

"You wanted to speak with me?" you said neutrally, standing in front of the demon's desk as he sat with his head in his hands.

"I did," he muttered. Slowly, he stood from his chair and walked around his desk to stop in front of you. He stared at you for a while, and truthfully, he was deciding what to say. His pride wanted to demand an apology for your insolence. His heart wanted to apologize to you for making you so upset. His head wanted to pry you open to see what was going on with you.

His jealousy won out, unfortunately.

"Did you have fun at the castle?" he asked, his tone almost mocking.

"I did, what of it?" you replied simply, acting as if it's not a big deal.

"Hmm, I should rather think so since you smell heavily of Lord Diavolo," he retorted, his voice becoming more tense.

"I guess that's what happens when you spend time with someone," you snapped.

"What's this about?" he asked, his voice increasing in volume.

"It's about how you have zero time for me unless you are starting to feel needy and jealous!" you replied in equal measure.

"I'm busy, as you know," he stated.

Your blood pressure started to rise, and rage was boiling inside of you. "Right, you're too busy for someone you supposedly cherish," you seethed.

His jaw clicked in annoyance, and his voice was now in a shout, "MC, I do my best to make time for you when I can-"

"And how convenient that it's only when you think another demon is trying to fuck me!" you yelled.

Both of you snapped internally, and now his voice boomed out into the room.

"Maybe if you didn't find any opportunity possible to let them think they can, it wouldn't happen!"

"I will not be spoken to this way, Lucifer Morningstar!" you screamed.

Mammon bolted out of the hallway he was lingering in, and immediately dashed into Lucifer's office. He saw you and Lucifer face to face, looking at one another as if you could rip each other's throats out. Not even listening to the shouts of displeasure from his brother, Mammon immediately grabbed you and pulled you out of the office, dragging you to his room.

He immediately locked the door and pulled you over to his couch. You were trembling and sobbing now, and he realized you were actually hyperventilating, so he grabbed your shoulders.

"MC, you need to slow down before you pass out," he said worriedly. You looked up at him with glassy eyes, your lip trembling.

"C'm'here," he said, pulling you into his arms. "Shhh, let it out, just breathe," he cooed. You sobbed onto his shoulder without any inhibition.

It wasn't for another thirty minutes until you had calmed down. Mammon had managed to sit back and have you lay your head in his lap. He would massage your scalp or rub your arm. You stared up at the ceiling, feeling numb and not really wanting to think.

"Would you be willin' to tell me what's goin' on?" he murmured.

Your lip wobbled, and he immediately regretted asking.

"He barely pays attention to me anymore, and when he does, it's because he's jealous of you, one of your brothers, or anyone else who comes too close, and he thinks it's okay to take it out on me. But if I want his attention, he's always busy and then I'm pestering him," you replied.

It was more than what he thought you'd say, but it all checked out in his mind. He assumed as much, with the way he sees Lucifer linger when you're around anyone else, how randomly you two couldn't stand to be apart, and then suddenly it was like a frozen tundra between you two.

"You know that's not okay, right?" Mammon asked.

Yes, unfortunately, deep down you knew, and you knew you couldn't keep going like this.

"Thank you for saving me," you said, avoiding his question.

"Course, I just didn't want it to get worse," he muttered.

Silence hung in the air now, and suddenly, the events of the day began to wear on you. "I'm very tired now," you stated, eyes feeling heavy.

"Just go ahead and go to sleep, MC, I'll be here," Mammon said softly.

With a nod, you let your eyes close, trying to remember your day at the castle, looking forward to the next.

"MC!" Mammon said, shaking you.

Your eyes flew open, looking up to see his worried expression hovering over you as you still lied in lap.

"You were screamin', ya know? Were ya havin' a nightmare?"

You looked around and finally sat up. Sitting back into the couch, you looked back at Mammon. "I guess I was, but I don't remember it. I'm sorry-" you started to say.

"You don't need to apologize, MC, it was just a bad dream, ya can't help it," Mammon said.

Your eyes were cast down, and Mammon watched you, still concerned. You obviously weren't doing very well.

"Let's get ya to your bed, probably more comfortable there," he said, standing now with his hand stretched out to you.

You took it with a nod and followed him to your room. Once tucked in, Mammon left to see the eldest.

Mammon stood in the doorway, not bothering to knock.

"And what do you want?" Lucifer said from his desk, sitting back with his arms crossed.

"If you don't start treatin' MC better, we're gonna have a problem, that's what," Mammon snapped.

Lucifer's fiery gaze landed on Mammon. The second eldest wanted to back down, but when he thought of you sobbing on his shoulder, he stood his ground.

In a moment, Lucifer's eyes dropped as well. "Maybe so," is all the eldest said.

Mammon left his brother to his thoughts, going back to his room for the night. Though, it wasn't only the second eldest who had a problem with the behavior.

"Ah, come in, Lucifer," Diavolo said from his desk in his office at RAD.

Lucifer sat down in one of the chairs in front of the prince's desk and looked at Diavolo. It was the following day.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Indeed. I just have some questions that I'd like answered, if you don't mind," Diavolo stated neutrally. Lucifer nodded and Diavolo continued.

"How is MC doing?" the Demon Lord asked neutrally, getting straight to what he wanted to know.

Lucifer chose his words carefully. "She's acing all of her homework and tests, so academically I'd say she's doing well for herself," he responded.

"Very well. But you know I care about more than just academics. How is she doing emotionally? Hm?" Diavolo asked in reply.

"Is there something you wish to know, Diavolo?" Lucifer asked, remaining cool on the outside.

There it is, Diavolo thought. "There is, Lucifer. I wish to know that my exchange program isn't going to go up in flames," Diavolo said cryptically.

Lucifer was silent, calculating his next choice of words.

"Let me make it plain, then. When MC was at the castle yesterday, she seemed to be in poor spirits, and I can't help but wonder about her emotional state, you see. I've entrusted her in your care, as well as your brothers' care, and I don't want to come to regret such a decision," Diavolo stated with an edge to his voice.

"And I will make sure you don't regret it," Lucifer stated neutrally. On the inside, he was crashing and burning.

"Very well then. So, I expect to see some improvements made over time," Diavolo replied.

"Is that all?" Lucifer asked.

"Yes, that's all. Thank you," the prince replied.

Once Lucifer left, Diavolo stared down at his D.D.D. with the thread open to Mammon from earlier that day.

Mammon: MC isn't doing very well.

Diavolo: I've noticed as much. Do you know the source of her soreness?

Mammon: Ask my older brother.

That was all Diavolo needed to know, and he told himself to thank Mammon later for the information.

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