#when you send a risky text and you instantly want to delete it

[rosicheeks]

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#when you send a risky text and you instantly want to delete it #hahahahahahhaha #it’s ok #I’m ok #I’m being v brave about it actually #shut up rosie

[inkykeiji]

do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura

genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it

notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back. i’m really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships

words: 7.1k

synopsis:

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back.

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To your surprise, you spend the rest of your night the day after the party texting Tomura, and every time your screen lights up with a message from him, it sends a whole flock of butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You should feel guilty, really, but you’ve never been in a situation like this before and it’s…exhilarating.

It’s risky, answering these texts when Touya’s a mere few feet from you, but it sends sparks shooting up your spine, the idea of getting caught doing something you’re definitely not supposed to, the very thought of how upset he’d be if he knew, making you feel giddy.

You guard your phone closely for the rest of the week, deleting messages exactly after you send them—Touya has taken it and gone through it in the past, so it wasn’t far-fetched to think he may try to do the same thing again. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice your nose in your phone, little giggles bubbling up from your chest as you responded to whatever was on the screen. You can see it in his eyes, the frustration building each and every time a soft laugh escapes your lips, eyes glimmering as you tap out a response.

You plan your impending visit strategically, in tandem with Tomura. He knows Touya’s unpredictable and seemingly ever-changing schedule better than you do, and you both know that there’s absolutely no way in hell Touya would ever willingly let you hang out with each other—he barely leaves the two of you alone when Tomura comes over to your house, so you can only imagine how livid he’d be if you even asked to go spend some time with him, just the two of you.

You wear your prettiest dress—Touya’s favourite dress, a deep, satiny crimson—two inches too short to be considered proper, the hem brushing your midthigh. It hides a pair of baby pink cotton panties you’re sure Tomura will like.

Your veins thrum with the combined mix of terror and anticipation as he lets you in, and the heady combination has your entire body trembling. Tomura gives you a look as you kick your shoes off, eyes narrowed as they scan your body.

“You comin’ down or something?”

“I-I’m not allowed drugs,” you admit meekly, eyes falling to your feet, toes wiggling a bit.

Tomura snorts, an amused little smirk on his lips as he mutters, “No, of course not,”

Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, his cold touch making you jump, giving a slight yank as he begins leading you. He lives alone, in an apartment his father pays for—which is surprisingly much tidier than you expected—and you can’t help but look around curiously, eager to learn more about him, glazed eyes searching for hints in the empty takeout containers littering the counter, in the few articles of clothing strewn around the place.

Brows knit together when he bypasses his bedroom completely—the door wide open to reveal a large bed with blue sheets tangled at the bottom—and leads you to a living room with plush couches and an ornate rug you’re positive he didn’t pick out by himself. His fingers release, and he plops down on the floor, hands curling around a gaming controller. Scarlet eyes drift to you, up your legs and to your face, and you resist the urge to shiver under his intense gaze—you’re sure he can see straight up your dress from this angle.

But he does nothing except look at you expectantly, not breaking his stare until you finally sit down next to him, daintily tucking your knees under yourself.

Then he’s shoving an extra controller at you almost aggressively, the sudden motion pulling a gasp from your throat, making you flinch away.

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, pushing the controller at you again and shaking it a little in his hand, trying to entice you to take it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, or anything,”

“You…You’re—what?”

Tomura observes you carefully, scrutinizing now, eyes narrowing a little as they scan your face. You stare back at him dumbly, lips slightly parted. “What?” he snaps.

“But I thought—I mean, I want you to—”

“What?”

“That came out wrong,” you rush to say, shutting your eyes tightly in embarrassment. “What I mean is…Um, didn’t I come over so we can like, fuck?” your cheeks burn as you force the words out, ears ringing as blood rushes to your face, so loud you almost miss his sharp intake of breath.

Tomura’s eyes widen and he stares at you for a long moment before he checks his phone, scrolling through your messages. “You said…You wanted to play video games?”

You look at him, blinking in astonishment. “And you believed that?”

Tomura frowns a little, eyebrows knitting, slightly defensive. “Well, yeah?”

You’re at a loss for words as you stare back at the man sitting cross-legged in front of you, watching you closely. This is the guy Touya so desperately didn’t want you to be around?

Powerless to stop the little giggle that bubbles up in your throat, you inch towards him on your knees. “You’re kinda cute, y’know?”

Soft notes of tiger orchid and sweet sticky toffee waft over him, your body heat clinging to his skin as you settle beside him, thigh touching his knee. He seethes at you, and his fingers twitch around the controller, a hand moving to rake his nails against his neck.

You reach out, little fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away from his flesh.

“Do you want to?” you ask softly, gazing at him through your lashes, bringing his palm to rest over your breast.

“Are you stupid?” he spits, fingers instantly tightening the moment they meet satin, the strength of his grip making you gasp. “Of course I fucking want to. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to you? Christ,”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the confession, sparking a dull heat that begins to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. You’re flattered, even though you can hear Touya’s voice in the back of your mind, sharp and condescending, reprimanding you for being so easy.

“Yeah? What did you think about?” Your voice quivers a little as you ask the question, but that doesn’t stop his ruby eyes from darkening, his free hand dropping the controller to shamelessly rub at the bulge in his jeans.

“How cute your little cunt must be, how sweet it’d taste, how good those lips would feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck your throat,” his voice drops an octave as he speaks, low and dangerous as he kneads your breast hard—too hard, but adrenaline keeps the pain from registering.

He’s reaching for you now, pale hands pawing at your hips and dragging you over, forcing you to straddle his lap. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he instantly begins rolling his hips up, like he can’t bear to wait, fingers digging into your flesh as they hold you in place.

Neither can you, apparently, because you begin wiggling a little in his grasp, trying in vain to rut against him.

“You’re a little whore, huh? Even with a virgin, you can’t help but grind on a hard cock,” he smirks, lips at your ear. “A hard cock’s a hard cock I guess, makes no difference to you, greedy little slut,”

A mewl escapes your throat as you nod, hips pushing forcefully against his, grinding your little cunt against rough denim.

Wait, virgin?

“A v-virgin?”

“Yeah, lucky you,”

His words taper off into a growl, vibrating in his chest, hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and roughly pull your face to his, lips crashing into yours. You emit a soft, startled noise into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily, tongue forcing its way through your parted lips and into your mouth, commanding your own tongue into submission almost instantaneously.

It’s nothing like kissing Touya. Your body follows your tongue, melting into him. Fingers grip your jaw, pressing crescent indents into the skin as he guides your head to exactly where he wants it to go.

It isn’t romantic. It’s harsh, and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and revealing your arched neck to him. His lips trail down the column of your throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in their wake.

“I wanna fuck you already,” he whines a little, aggressively thrusting against your clothed core. You moan out an affirmative noise, nodding.

“One rule,” you breathe out.

“Hmm? And what’s that?” his lips are against your neck, tongue painting it in glistening saliva with slow, languid strokes.

“No marks,” you yelp out just as his teeth sink into your skin. It stings, Tomura keeping his mouth latched onto your neck for a few seconds, teeth buried in the soft flesh. His tongue laves over the mark before pulling away completely, and a shiver crawls up your spine as the bite is exposed to the cool air.

He’s giggling into your shoulder, nipping at the skin superficially. “Oops,”  

“Tomura!” you whine, making no effort to pull his lips from your neck. “Touya’s going to murder me,”

He laughs again, pulling back and rolling his eyes. “And, what? He isn’t already going to kill you for fucking someone else?”

There isn’t a moment to respond, though, not a second to try and explain how weird Touya gets about marks in particular, because then he’s crushing his lips to yours again, hard, fervent, bruising.

“Gonna cum soon if you don’t fucking do something,” he practically snarls into your mouth.

The very thought of Tomura cumming in his pants just from a few minutes of dry humping makes your entire stomach flutter, a flash of pure confidence surging in your chest as involuntary words tumble from your mouth.

“Oh?” you murmur, breath hot against his lips. “Something? Like this?” you begin gyrating your hips in tiny, quick circles, giggling at the groan you rip from his throat.

And Tomura hates how fucking innocent you sound, gazing at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips and a sinful little smile.

“Stop,” it’s supposed to be a command, an order, but it comes out as a broken whine, his hands latching onto your hips again as he forces you to move even faster, rocking into you.

“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” you pout a little and he huffs out a curse.

It’s intoxicating, to be in a position of power like this. It isn’t your favourite—you’re much too shy and indecisive to be in a role like this all the time—but the novelty of it excites you nonetheless. Touya never lets you do anything like this, hates being teased with a passion, but Tomura seems to enjoy it, like it’s some sort of game to him.

“Little bitch,” he breathes out, though his forehead is resting against yours, eyes shut, soft grunts spilling from his throat.

“C’mon, Tomura,” you whimper, and now it sounds like you’re the one begging. “Make a mess in your pants for me? P-Pretty please?”

That’s all it takes to have his hips stilling, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he grips you tightly, holding you in place and forcing you to grind against him ever-so-slightly as his cock throbs and twitches in his jeans.

You expect him to push you off immediately after, to shout and berate you for such behaviour, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms encircling your waist and bringing you with him.

It must be uncomfortable, to sit in those soiled jeans filled with cum, but he doesn’t seem to care, more interested in exploring your mouth with his tongue as you kiss lazily. You don’t mind, although your clit is aching and swollen, pussy fluttering around nothing every so often as his fingers explore your body, kneading your ass and tweaking nipples, your panties soaked all the way through and sticking to you unpleasantly.

And it’s due to this that your hips still manage to rock against his in minuscule movements that are more teasing than anything else, little micro-circles that have your drenched cunt grinding gently against wet denim.

It seems he has an impossibly short refraction period because, before long, his cock’s hard again, pressing up into your clothed hole. You whimper his name into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lips red and puffy, shining with saliva.  

“Take my cock out,” he instructs, voice stern despite his slight breathlessness. You crawl off his lap and do as your told, popping the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He lifts his hips just enough to aid you in dragging them down to his thighs, cock springing free.

“Clean it up,”

It’s covered in cum, so much cum—too much cum, more than is normal—glistening in the low light of the living room. It twitches a little under your gaze, as if to say get on with it already, so you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips.

You start with kitten licks, tongue tracing around the head and playing with the slit, pulling a deep, throaty moan from him.

“Don’t—Don’t swallow it,” he rasps. “Clean me up and keep all my cum in your mouth,”

It’s difficult—his cum is much more bitter than Touya’s, and you gag a few times as it settles on your tongue, marinating in your mouth. You try your best to hold it in your cheeks and away from your tastebuds, working as quickly as possible as you lap it up, gazing up at him with teary eyes when you’re finished.

“What a good girl,” he spits in a patronizing tone, like it’s an insult. “Kiss me,”

It’s a demand you have no choice but to obey, a hand rooting in your hair and yanking you up to face him.

He all but smashes your lips together, fingers still wrapped tightly in your hair, holding you in place. His tongue forces its way through your lips and you greet it eagerly, desperate to get his cum out of your mouth.

Except he doesn’t let you pull away after you’ve passed the majority of his cum to him, the bitter taste still stinging your tongue. No, he uses the fist tangled in your hair to keep you still as he shoves his tongue into your mouth again, transferring the cum—now watered down a little with his saliva—into the warm cavern yet again.

You whine, and he chuckles, lips spreading into a grin against yours.

“Swallow it,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch your expression as you force it down your throat, face souring, eyes squeezed shut as your lips pucker just a little. “Open, lemme see,”

Your mouth falls open obediently, little droplets of water clinging to your lashes as you gaze up at him, waiting for approval.

“Good,” he practically purrs, eyes darkening as his fingers caress your face. “Now I want to fuck you,”

You’re nodding, but he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, beginning to manhandle you into the position he wants before he’s even finished speaking. The oriental rug is soft against your cheek as he presses your face to the ground, hands curling around your hips as he hoists them up.

“What cute little panties,” he breathes, dragging a finger along your clothed slit before yanking the material down to your knees.

It stings a little as he practically shoves his cock into your sopping cunt, not bothering to stretch you out—you’re not even sure if he knows he’s supposed to—but you’re wet enough that the breach is relatively easy, and the burning fades quickly as your little hole adjusts to the girth of his cock.

He begins thrusting immediately, and he’s rough, overeager, uncoordinated, the vicious snaps of his hips uneven and sloppy.

Truthfully, he’s only using you as a hole the first time, but you don’t mind—not really, anyway. Blazing sapphire sears through your mind, and you think about how furious Touya would be if he knew, if he could see the way you’re degrading yourself, letting yourself be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for a nasty virgin to desperately hump away at, sacrificing your own pleasure for his.

Touya would never.

To Touya, making you cum is half the fun. He gets a rush from it, gets high off the way you go absolutely fucking stupid from his fingers and cock, how quickly he can turn your brain to soup, rendering you a dumb little blabbering mess only capable of whining out the words niichan and Touya-nii. It feeds his ever-growing ego.

But Tomura is eager to please in a different way. He’s more selfish than Touya, sure, but he’s keen to learn all he can, curious and committed.

And, once he finally gets the hang of it, confident, too.

His thrusts gain more finesse as he fucks you, but he’s unable to keep up any steady rhythm, the tight fluttering of your pussy every time he grazes a specific spot inside of you making his hips stutter, forcing needy, guttural groans from his throat.

He cums quick—not that you expect any less from a virgin—with a deep growl of your name that has your stomach swooping, cunt throbbing around him again as he fills you with thick, burning cum.

You’re exhausted by the end of it, abused body melting into the lush carpet as your cunt throbs desperately, his cum slowly oozing out of it. Tomura snorts as he looks down at you, gentle hands tugging your panties down the rest of your legs and removing them completely, discarding them a few feet away.

“Up you go,” he’s murmuring as hands snake under your armpits and haul you up. You mumble his name and he hushes you, collapsing heavily on the couch with you still in his arms. Strong hands manhandle you into straddling his lap again, leaking pussy pressed against his softening cock.

The television hums to life, quiet main menu music floating through the room as the soft clicking of buttons sounds behind you.

You should go home now. You know you should. You’ve done what you came here to do, and now you should be leaving.

Should, should, should.

But Tomura’s so warm, and you’re so tired, muscles aching despite the fact that he did most of the work.

“Rest,” he instructs quietly when you begin to whine into his neck, fingers preoccupied with unwrapping a piece of watermelon bubblegum.

He’s so much softer than you expected—disgusting, but soft—and you can’t believe you spent months being terrified of him. You know this is probably the last time you’ll be able to see him in a long time—a fact that produces an inexplicable ache deep in your chest—so you allow yourself bask in the moment, just for a little, you promise yourself.

You obey his gentle command, snuggling up against him and permitting yourself to drift in and out of consciousness to the sound of aliens being killed and aggressive button smashing.

But then something hard is poking you—you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting here for now, long enough for Tomura to power through a few matches, at least—and that blistering heat flares again, beginning to coil tight in your tummy.

You shift a little, an involuntary whine slipping from your lips.

“What is it?” Tomura asks, eyes never straying from the screen, fingers never pausing. “You wanna sit on my cock, baby?”

Christ, yes. You mumble into his shoulder, nodding and rolling your hips in response.

He chuckles—a low, quiet sound rattling around in his chest—and allows you to sink down on him again, captivated by the soft moan you emit as you do so, crimson eyes gleaming and breathing slightly laboured.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters when his avatar on the screen gets shot, redirecting his attention.

And it’s…it’s nice. Surprisingly nice. He’s cozy, and comfy, his breathing slow and even with every rise of his chest, despite the alien shrieks coming from the TV behind you. He smells like cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon with just a hint of cedarwood, and you inhale deeply, letting the scent fill your lungs.

Touya rarely lets you cockwarm him; Touya doesn’t have the patience, Touya doesn’t have the time. You fall into a state halfway between asleep and awake, hips rocking against Tomura just enough to keep him hard, just enough to have you whimpering into his neck.

He could get used to this, he tells you. The confession is soft, a private little thought that just kinda slips out, mindlessly falling from his lips, but you could, too, you think.

It’s intimate, which is odd, considering you barely know him, used to be frightened of him. But it’s such a refreshing contrast to Touya’s intense, scalding flame.

Eventually, though, it isn’t enough, the teasing’s too much, and you need more.

Gazing up at him with glittering eyes, you begin to trail your lips up his neck, over his self-inflicted scars, slowly, hesitantly.

He inhales sharply, jumping a little in surprise, and you freeze, terrified you might’ve overstepped some invisible boundary you were not previously aware of.

“Keep going,” he whines, a little petulantly, hips wiggling against yours.

Lips resuming their ministrations, you place gentle, chaste kisses up the column of his throat and along his jaw, delighting in each soft sigh you manage to pull from him. The game playing on the TV suddenly halts, Tomura throwing the controller on the couch cushion next to you before large hands cup your face in a tender way you did not think him capable of.

Your mouths slot together, kissing messily, saliva glistening on your chins as you pass his watermelon gum back and forth between yourselves. It’s kinda gross, kinda filthy, juvenile and sloppy, but it’s fun, has the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths, a little breathless from it all.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmur, almost shyly, against his slippery lips.

“Yeah?” he rasps, just barely bouncing you in his lap. “You wanna use my cock to get off?”

“Yes, please,” the plead comes out as a pathetic whimper, and you squirm impatiently.

Finally, finally you get to cum. In this position, you have leverage over the angle of your hips, able to situate yourself just right, so his cockhead nudges exactly where you want it to.

He does nothing this time, just leans back and watches you with those dark, half-lidded scarlet eyes, hands idly exploring your thighs, occasionally raking his nails down them. He’s in a trance as he gazes at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes are starting to roll back, by the way each drag of his cock against that spot has you keening, by the way his name leaves your lips in broken little whines that have him gasping in response.

Your hips speed up, and you’re desperate, so desperate to cum, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders through his thin t-shirt.

“Gonna—” he starts, breathless. “Gonna cum?”

You nod a little frantically as eager hips rock against him, his hands finally finding your waist and helping you move.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Wanna feel you,”

And it’s his begging that does it, that finally sends you over the edge, pussy clenching around him, convulsing almost painfully and gushing on his cock with a sharp cry of his name. He follows immediately after, painting your insides with hot cum as a curse hitches in his chest.

Your body collapses against him, going pliant and boneless as you both pant. Everything feels heavy—you haven’t had an orgasm that intense in a while—and the absolute last thing you want to do is get up and walk home.

Tomura can sense it. He can feel it in the way your fingers are knotting in his t-shirt, in the way your hips try to scoot forward, chest pressed against his tightly, and he wraps an arm around you, trying to keep you close for just a minute more.

Silence blankets the room as the two of you calm your breathing. You’ve been anticipating a certain sense of awkwardness to finally wash over you all night, but it never comes. Instead, it’s pleasant, and you hum a little, nuzzling your face into Tomura’s shoulder as skinny fingers brush through your hair.

“I don’t wanna go,” you say, and it’s so quiet, muffled by the material of his shirt, that he barely hears it. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to.

“Just stay,” he mumbles, resting his chin atop your head. “Text your dad some bullshit, or whatever,”

You want to. You’re surprised at how much you desperately want to.

“Touya will kill me,”

“Touya’s gonna kill ya either way, sweetheart,”

You suppose that’s true. Neither of you tricked yourselves into thinking that you’d actually get away with this. Touya will know the moment he sees you, will probably be able to smell Tomura all over you, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care, not in that moment, not when Tomura’s so comfy and you’re so sleepy and it’s all just nice.

Good, you think. It’s about time he gets a taste of how much stuff like this hurts.

And so you find yourself crawling into his bed, in one of his t-shirts, with bruises in the shape of his fingertips rapidly blossoming, heat seeping into your cheeks when he tells you he thinks you look cute in his clothes.

He latches onto you the moment you’ve settled into his mattress, long arms encircling your waist and dragging you towards him. One of your legs slots between his, and you have to stifle a giggle.

“Hard again, Tomura?”

“Shut up,” he says, no heat to his voice. “Can’t help it,”

His words echo your own, three simple words you’ve said so many times to Touya, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Not my fault you’re too hot,” he continues, grumbling into your neck.

Honestly, you didn’t peg him as a cuddler, and maybe he isn’t—maybe he just wants to grind and hump against your thigh—but you welcome the warmth of his body nonetheless.

It doesn’t bother you, although it probably should, as he ruts against you, tiny broken moans and high, breathy whines being exhaled against your neck. But it’s so new, all of this is so new to you, and curiosity clouds your better judgement. While you’re pretty sure you should be shoving him away, reprimanding him for such behaviour, positive that’s what any normal person would do, you don’t. Little fingers thread in his hair instead, carding through silvery-blue fluffy tufts, reveling in the groan it pulls from him.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thick and sticky in his boxers, the material wet against your thigh. You’re impressed, both by how easily he cums, and how much he cums. You want to tell him, want to tease him about it a little, let him know you think it’s cute, but heavy, hazy fatigue begins to wash over you, and you fall asleep to Tomura’s soft breaths mingled with the sound of you phone buzzing, over and over and over again.

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Your phone’s dead when you wake sometime in the early afternoon, and for that, you’re thankful. Anxiety floods your stomach, bubbling up in your chest acidly as you think about what’ll be waiting for you when you recharge it.

Tomura walks you to the door, which you find to be very odd behaviour, but sweet nonetheless, and watches carefully as you slip on your shoes.

“Uh, text me later, okay?” He sounds unsure for the first time since you’ve been with him, and your expression softens.

“I will, if Touya doesn’t take my phone away,”

And you pretend to miss the look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit as a hand comes to scratch idly at his neck, the way he looks almost worried. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

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He knows. The moment you step foot through the front door, he knows.

You knew he would, but it doesn’t make the glare scathing your skin any less terrifying.

He’s on you in an instant—you didn’t even know humans could move that fast—pinning you to the drywall, large hands wrapped around your wrists and forcing them above your head, keeping you trapped.

“You little slut,”

Unexpected anger flares in your chest, even though tears are already beginning to collect in your eyes, and you squirm in his grasp.

“I fuck one other person, and I’m the slut?”

You gasp the moment the words leave your lips, wide eyes searching his face and shaking your head frantically, would slap your hands over your mouth if they weren’t currently secured in his bruising grip against the wall.

The look he gives you is absolutely petrifying, blue eyes darker than the ocean—so dark they almost look black—his stare cold and hard as stone, sending sharp spikes of ice up your spine.

“You fucking reek of him,” he spits, face screwing up in disgust. You’re sure you do, too, after spending a good twelve hours in his bed, almost positive you can smell him in your hair, the remnants of cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon clinging to you.

Patronizing eyes rake over you, zeroing in on the violet that’s bloomed on your neck. His nostrils flare as he stares at it, breath beginning to come in rapid, uneven huffs. His eyes slowly drift back to yours, an unreadable expression settling on his face.

It’s shock, and disbelief, and rage, and…and sadness? It passes too quickly for you to even tell, and then he’s pulling your wrists down callously, still gathered in his hand, and dragging you towards his room.

He all but throws you on his bed face first, breathing harsh and erratic as he exhales forcefully through his nose and climbs on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. A large hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs, forcing your upper body to arch.

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back. Sure, he’s furious beyond belief, looks like he could kill you right here, right now, with his bare fucking hands—but he’s also extremely upset, if the slight quiver present in his voice is any indication.

“Yes,” you wheeze out. If it made him feel even an ounce of the emotional turmoil he’s put you through with his whores, then yes, it was absolutely worth it.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” his voice is low, threatening, calm. It’s disturbing, how quickly he can switch, and a chill of unease settles deep in your bones—once Touya stops with his growls and snarls, once his voice becomes monotonous and almost serene in a way, that’s when you know he’s really angry.

Shoving your head down into the mattress, he tells you to stay fucking put as he gets up and wanders over to his desk. He returns to the bed moments later with a tool that vaguely resembles a pen, hand tangling in your hair again as he pulls you up.

“You know what this is?”

You shake your head as best you can.

“It’s a soldering iron,” his voice is still composed and collected, sounding almost as if he’s explaining something to a child, but there’s a malevolent glint in his eye, a look you’ve never seen before. “It gets really, really hot. I just so happened to be warming one on my desk,”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if this is an object one would regularly keep in their bedroom or on their desk.

“It’s not supposed to be used on skin,” he shrugs a little, twirling the tool between his fingers. “But today, I think we’ll make an exception,”

“What?”

“Head down, ass up,” he instructs sternly, pushing your head into his pillows.

“Touya, wait—” you start, the rest of your sentence muffled by the sheets. His hand gives one firm shove—a warning to stay down—and then he begins shuffling around on the bed.

Careful to keep your cheek pressed hard against the pillow, you turn your head just enough to speak.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice is trembling, thick with tears, dense anxiety building in your chest.

“I’m going to burn my name into your pretty little ass,” he responds simply as he positions himself behind you, yanking your panties midway down your thighs and sitting back on his heels. “A nice, pretty, permanent mark so you, and everyone else, never forget who you fucking belong to,”

“No!” you gasp, beginning to lift your head only to have him force it back into the pillow with a snarl. “No, Tou—niichan, I-I’ll do anything, please—”

“No, no, no, baby,” he says over your senseless babbling, voice almost gentle, thumb caressing your silky skin. “Don’t squirm, now,” he chides. “If you squirm, my hand might slip, and I might burn other parts of your body. We don’t want that, do we? Be a good girl for niichan and sit still,”

And so you do. You should feel ashamed, pathetic, revolted that he’s able to manipulate you so easily, that he knows exactly how to turn you into putty to be molded and shaped as he pleases, even when he’s about to sear his name into your skin.

It burns unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as he carefully carves his name into the supple flesh, saying the letters out loud as he does so. It’s a unique, stinging-stabbing type of pure agony, one that sends sharp pain radiating up to your lower back and down your thigh.  

Fingers curl in his dark sheets as you sob into his bed—chest-wracking sobs that have your entire body trembling, chest-wracking sobs that you so desperately try to hold back and swallow, to stay still, to be good for your niichan. Touya tells you to be happy, be grateful, that the temperature of his iron goes up so high.

“Otherwise, I would’ve had to go over it several times in order to make it really stick,”

It’s over quickly, though, a mere fifteen minutes later and he’s cleaning it with rubbing alcohol and gently taping thick gauze over it and uses this opportunity to take your panties off entirely.

“Good girl,” he praises as he hoists you up, manhandling you to straddle his spread thighs, careful of your now very sensitive bottom. “You did so good for niichan,”

And you can’t stand the way your heart weakly flutters at his praise. You can’t stand the way you instinctually bury your head in his chest, tiny fists forming in the material of his t-shirt as you wail, can’t stand the way he is still the only one you want comforting you.

His cock is hard through his jeans, and you can feel it pressing into your core as he shifts a little under you. It’s humiliating, but you’re powerless to stop your hips from moving in subtle little circles, grinding your cunt against the rough denim. And he lets you do it for a little, too, tender fingers petting your hair as he soothes your sobs, taming them to little sniffles and hiccups.

“Niichan’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks softly, murmuring against your scalp, voice almost sickly sweet.

It takes you a moment to respond, eventually nodding your head.

A smirk spreads across his lips and he instructs you to get up, tapping the side of your thigh.

You lift yourself, walking back on your knees and giving him enough room to free his aching cock from the confines of his jeans before his hands find your hips again, dragging you back.

“Baby,” he breathes as his fingers spread your folds, his eyes darkening in a manner much different than before. “Already wet for me?”

Cheeks burning with shame, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering a little as he pushes a finger into you.

“Don’t tell me,” he gasps tauntingly, voice dripping with artificial surprise. “You didn’t like being branded, did you?”

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head quickly. No, it wasn’t the branding that did it—not really, anyway. It was the aftercare. It was Touya’s cold hands gently tending to your injured bottom, Touya pulling you into his lap as he praised you and dropped kisses to the crown of your head, Touya getting hard from the punishment, from permanently searing his name into your flesh.

You should be disgusted with yourself, with how eager you are, hips wiggling a little only a few moments later as you whine out softly, “Niichan, cock,”

“Impatient,” he huffs. “Don’t get bratty with me now, you were doing so well,”

A pout forms on your face, still hidden in his shoulder.

“Jus’ want it so bad,” you mumble against him, beginning to slur your words. “Please, Touya-nii?”

He hums to himself, makes you beg just a little bit more, reveling in the way your voice begins to get desperate, all high and needy as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, whimpering and begging with pathetic little please, niichan?’s.

“Is this how you want it? Huh? Wanna ride niichan?”

Mewling a little, you nod, rolling your hips into his palm.

“Words, sweetheart,”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “W-Wanna ride you,”

Finally, he gives it to you, lets you sink down on his cock, watching the way you wince as it stretches you, expression contradicted by your soft moans.

He forces you to begin bouncing immediately, doesn’t allow you to set the pace—he never does—smirking at those little pained cries spilling from your throat, though whether they’re because his cock or the five letters freshly burned into your skin, he isn’t sure. Maybe both; probably both.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, tone condescending. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, the threat of tears stinging your eyes.

“Yeah? Yeah?” his voice mimics yours, pitched high and whiny. “I bet it fucking does,”

A hand travels down to grope your ass—specifically, the cheek with the brand—squeezing hard as fingers dig into your skin. You cry out, tears finally leaking from your eyes, chest hitching as you sob out, “Touya-nii,”

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” he says in your ear, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever go fuck another man because you’re mad at me, do you understand?”

Heat begins to coil tightly in your stomach at his smooth, dark voice. “Y-Yes,”

“Promise me,” he growls, grip tightening on your ass.

“I promise,” you’re weeping as he gives one more harsh squeeze, pain scorching through your backside, a loud yelp escaping your lips.

“Bet his cock didn’t feel as good as mine,” he sneers in your ear, panting a little. “Wasn’t as big as mine, didn’t fill you up the way mine does,”

“No, no, no,” you’re chanting in time with his thrusts, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Probably could—” a low groan cuts him off as your pussy flutters around him. “Could never make you cum the way I do,”

A loud whine rips from your throat, your head nodding as he continues his relentless thrusts up into you, never once faltering. Adrenaline and endorphins rush through your veins, high off the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

“N-Niichan,” you gasp, nails digging into his flesh through the material of his thin t-shirt. “Niichan,”

“Gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna make a mess all over niichan’s cock?” he’s asking breathlessly, slamming into you at a rapid pace and using his thighs for more leverage, hands gripping your hips.

“Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he commands hoarsely. “Cum on your niichan’s cock,”

And you do, helplessly, incapable of disobeying a direct order, creaming so hard your vision blanks for a second, overwhelmed by the extreme, potent mix of pain and pleasure crashing over you.

“Who do you belong to?” Touya’s nearly keening now, hips jackhammering, making your body twitch and shudder with every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy.

“You,”

“Tell me again,”

“I belong to you, niichan,”

And those five simple words—those five simple words have him cumming hard, hips stilling and cockhead pressed firmly against your cervix, filling your cute little cunt with his seed as broken curses fall from his lips.

You’re both panting, covered in a thin, sheen layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and little droplets of tears still glistening on your lash line. He all but collapses back against the bed, taking you with him, cock still buried inside of you.

“And I’m yours,” he whispers into your hair, hugging you tightly—too tightly—to his heaving chest. “I’m yours,”

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, you wonder if you’re destined to play this game for the rest of your lives.

He’s yours.

Are you stuck with him now, forever?

He’s yours.

Will you every get married? Ever get the chance to date someone else?

He’s yours.

Do you even want to?

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, knowing he’s yours, do you even want any of that?

No. With your head resting against his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breaths, slender fingers combing through your sweaty hair, you realize that this is all you want.

He’s yours, and you’re his, and that is enough.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #dabi #todoroki touya #no of course i didn't get the brand idea from jackass #what are u talking about #this tomura is uhhhh v different from break my bones tomura #ehehe he's kinda soft but also rly disgusting??? #yucky yucky boi #i will DIE with that rich boy shig hc #tw pseudo-incest #tw noncon/dubcon #tw branding #tw dacryphilia #tw degradation #tw cheating #tw toxic relationship

[rhodeys]

Loki’s Æsir glamour

I finally found the scan I mentioned a little while back, about Odin being responsible for Loki’s glamour.

So yeah, I take this to mean that Loki can’t actually change forms at will. I do wonder if the “reverts to his birth form when touching frost giants or their relics” thing is triggered by the exposure to extreme cold or is more of a… idk, genetic reaction, I guess?

#loki #marvel #character profile

[reeberry]

MHA: Spinning

Just following orders.

That was the line, right? Just following orders. Follow orders when they said "leave your name behind". Follow orders when they said "open your own hero agency". Follow orders when they said "here are your sidekicks, your interns, you'll need to accept someone from UA for an internship and a work study. We'll send you a list of approved students".

Follow orders when they said "infiltrate the League of Villains".

Even this, sitting on this rooftop, doing intel work for the enemy. This was all part of following orders, right?

Hawks didn't find that very convincing. That wasn't too worrying, though. Convincing people of things he didn't believe was part of the gig. Easy. Convincing himself? Well. That was a luxury. Not necessary.

"Bird brain," the villain said, impatient. Hawks blinked, and put a hand behind his head to ruffle his hair up a bit. "Are you not paying attention?"

Hawks sighed into a careful, crafted smile. "I'm paying attention, boss. The door's still closed. No activity in or out."

Dabi studied him, sitting against the edge of the roof, facing away from the building. If Hawks didn't know better, he would think of this as a sign of trust. But Dabi had made it clear that it was actually a sign of indifference. To the pro hero, to the recon mission he'd been sent on, to whatever was happening inside the building they were surveilling.

Hawks was perched on the edge of the roof in the darkness. He didn't feel at ease unless he was perilously close to falling off at any moment. Ready to spring into action, or into an escape. Dabi had made his trademark "tch" noise when he noticed Hawks's stance and sat himself down to lean against the concrete edge, staring at the city skyline.

"Whatever. This is a waste of time anyway." He opened up his right palm, making small blue flames dance in his hand. Just enough to light up his face, not enough to give away their location. Hawks still frowned. He was the one that any security team would see first if they were spotted.

"Then why'd you take this mission?" Hawks asked, his tone carefully curious. "I thought you didn't do recon."

Dabi grinned. "I don't. I'm not here for recon. I'm babysitting." He turned to look at Hawks, his mocking smile pulling at the staples in his face. He closed his hand into a fist and the fire went out.

"Babysitting," Hawks repeated, meeting Dabi's gaze before turning back to the building. It's not like Hawks hadn't tried to get someone - anyone - else. Out of everyone in the LOV, Dabi was the most mysterious and the most dangerous to him. That fire would make quick work of his defenses. He had no personality profile or information to go on. Except, Dabi was the only one still openly recruiting. It's why after two months of prep he finally gave in and approached the man. Now, a month and a half later, Hawks still hasn't met anyone else in the LOV, except that Nomu that Endeavor fought. That didn't count as much of a meeting anyway.

If he had been able to get anyone else, this mission would be going much faster. Dabi clearly didn't trust him, and not that it seemed like the fire user was a chatterbox with people he did like, but he was extra careful with him. Still. Even meeting three times a week, feeding him information on heroes, and letting him and the Nomu destroy parts of his own home turf. He still knew basically nothing about the man next to him.

"Does this mean I get to give the report? Since I'm the only one being graded here, and all." Hawks kept his tone jovial. Dabi didn't respond. Hawks looked back at the big warehouse building door. Still no movement.

"Am I not enough for you, number two?" Dabi quipped after a long silence.

Hawks turned his attention to the villain in confusion. "I'm just saying, how do I even know you are still with the League of Villains if I never see you interact with...anyone else?" Hawks let out a chuckle. "Do you have friends, Dabi?"

"Tch."

"Whoa, whoa, I was only joking." The hero settled into his perch again as Dabi let flames dance in his hand idly once more.

"If you wanna call it quits, we can leave this roof right now."

"I didn't say that." The winged hero looked at the target building again. For the first time all night, a light near the door came on, and shadows started moving behind the curtains. "Wait, I think someone is actually gonna leave that building." He grabbed the phone camera, zooming in on the door, and held the binoculars out towards Dabi's face. A show of trust, not looking at Dabi but invading his personal bubble with the item, pretending to be too engrossed in the image on the phone to look away.

"What do I care, just take the pictures already." Dabi moved his hand and tapped the binoculars away from him. "Get that out of my face. I'm not looking."

Hawks started taking pictures as people left the building. No faces he immediately recognized. Five normal-looking people, for sneaking around an old warehouse at night in this part of town. "You scared of heights?"

It was meant as a joke but when he glanced down he noticed Dabi's eyes were closed and his head was resting against the concrete ledge. "Vertigo," Dabi said, eyes still closed. "Now shut up and get the pictures we're here for."

Hawks kept his eyes focused, and took pictures with the phone Dabi had handed him. The people dispersed down the sidewalk, and the warehouse was now truly quiet and abandoned. Hawks could sense no one else was in there, but he wasn't about to mention that little ability to his sitter. "I think that's everyone. Five people came out, and dispersed. Got pictures of all 5 of their faces."

"Good," Dabi said, eyes still closed. He was controlling his breathing, but he seemed better than he was a minute ago. He held out a hand expectantly. "Phone," he demanded, and Hawks handed over the device. Dabi sighed deeply and opened his eyes, looking through the pictures on the small screen. He selected one of each person and sent them to a number he had memorized, and then deleted the messages. Hawks memorized the digits entered, even though he knew it would lead to a dead end, like the other three times he tried to chase down a phone number lead. This mission was really testing his memory, and his patience.

Dabi slipped the phone in his pocket and leaned his head against the concrete again, closing his eyes. Hawks stayed at his perch for a few minutes, quiet, looking at the warehouse and trying to burn the faces he just documented into his memory. The phone in Dabi's pocket buzzed, and he opened his eyes long enough to read a short text message.

"We're done here. Finally."

"That's it?" Hawks said, turning to look at Dabi, who had his eyes closed and his breathing deep and controlled again. Hawks looked back at the warehouse, at the apartment building roof they were stationed on, and at the villain next to him willing his breaths into a deep, even rhythm. "This wasn't a test for me, was it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dabi growled, more impatient than usual.

"No, this was really your mission but you didn't want to do it. So you had me do the actual recon." Hawks was smirking. It was nice, knowing that Dabi was definitely still taking orders from someone, because he would not have volunteered for this particular task if he could help it. It was also nice to see the mysterious fire quirk user be rendered immobile by a five story building.

"This, pro hero, is what we call efficiency. All part of the vetting process." He opened his eyes, fixing them on a point on the ground a few feet away.

Hawks vaulted himself over the rooftop ledge easily, coming to sit down next to the villain, his wings carefully folded behind him to keep them from getting too close to Dabi. "What's next?"

"What am I, your assistant?" Dabi kept his eyes fixed on the ground ahead of him. "Whatever your tender little heart desires. I'm gonna hang out here for a bit, I don't care what you do."

Hawks studied the way Dabi was still taking slow, even breaths. He was clenching his jaw, staring unblinkingly at the spot on the ground. His entire body was tense in a way that Hawks hadn't seen before. The few times he had seen Dabi fight, it was tense with excitement. This was different. It was tense with determination, with anger.

"You can go, bird brain," Dabi repeated. Hawks didn't budge.

"I don't have anything else planned for tonight. I can hang out a bit," he said with an easy shrug.

Dabi sighed, and closed his eyes again and leaned his head back. "Fine. Then make yourself useful." Dabi extended a hand towards Hawks.

"Do you want the binoculars?" Hawks asked, genuinely confused. Dabi's fingers motioned towards himself impatiently.

"No. Hold it." He opened his hand more expectantly. "Hold my hand. It'll help it pass quicker."

All of the calculated risks Hawks had taken so far, not looking at Dabi when talking lately, pretending he didn't hear something to get Dabi to repeat it, none of them were all that risky. He could pull himself back with his feathers instantly if there was a fight about to start. He could sense where Dabi was, he was careful to not get too close, just enough to be thought of as careless. But this request. His hand could be gone in an instant. And Dabi was already so tense. But it was also a genuine gesture of trust, that Dabi initiated. Or maybe just a gesture of need. Hawks took the villain's hand carefully, bracing himself for an intense heat that never actually came. Dabi's hand was actually cold with sweat. His fingers squeezed around Hawks's palm with a constant pressure as Dabi continued taking slow, deep breaths. They sat like this for around five minutes as Dabi, eyes closed, started to slowly relax.

"I'm done now," Dabi said, opening his hand and releasing Hawks abruptly. He opened his eyes, looking at the ground ahead of him once more.

"Okay," Hawks said slowly. "We can keep going if it'll help."

Dabi turned his head sharply to look at Hawks. "Your fear of getting burned was distracting," he said bluntly. "I could feel you tense up every time I moved."

Hawks ran his newly freed hand over the back of his hair, ruffling it. A test had just happened, and he hadn't scored very high. He could let it rest or he could try to charm his way out of it. He was pretty good at that, after all. He muttered, making sure he could feel the warmth in his cheeks of extra blood flow for good measure, "that's wasn't-that wasn't it."

It was, as always, a calculated risk. He knew that Dabi didn't trust him yet. He knew that his charmer act was pretty well known as his public face, but his public face doesn't blush. Doesn't rub the back of his hair and let his hand rest at the base of his neck. There was a solid chance that Dabi would make an irritated noise and blast him with fire just to be safe. But no fire came. Instead Dabi's hand extended again. Hawks looked at it in surprise, and then gently took it once more.

"What-"

"Shut up. You're ruining the moment." Dabi leaned his head back against the concrete ledge again, closing his eyes. His hand was less clammy this time, and a bit warm to the touch, but not unpleasant. Hawks steeled himself to keep his hand relaxed, even as Dabi's fingers closed around his palm again with soft, consistent pressure. Dabi's thumb traced a line over Hawks's knuckles, and neither the slight tensing of his hand or the blush in his cheeks were a planned act this time. Dabi smiled. "Huh."

Hawks let out a slight cough. Dabi grinned at the sound, still keeping his eyes closed, and released Hawks's hand.

Dabi pushed himself off the short wall he was leaning against, standing up. He was still looking at the ground ahead of him, and did not turn around when he gruffly said "get up."

Orders. Hawks knew what to do with orders. He sprang to his feet, easily, placing the hand that he had just been holding Dabi's with at the base of his neck again instinctively and looking around.

"Well? Aren't you gonna fly away?" Dabi said, still not looking at him. Hawks smiled, hand behind his head, eyes closed. A practiced, comfortable gesture.

"I can if you really want," he offered, not moving. "But I figured I'd, I don't know, take the stairs back down with you." Hawks turned slightly to look at the abandoned street below them. "Not very covert, flying around at this time of night."

Dabi turned and actually met Hawks's eyes. The villain seemed to be studying the hero, hands in the pockets of his pants, long coat billowing behind him in the slight breeze. He looked at Hawks, at the wings, at the hand behind Hawks's neck, and at the way Hawks's eyebrows bounced up for a moment, after a few seconds of Dabi's careful study. "Who's babysitting who, now?" Dabi asked with a grin. "Fine. Follow me down five flights of stairs. See if I care." Dabi turned on his heel and started walking towards the rooftop access door, taking out a hand to wave nonchalantly behind him.

Hawks didn't mean to hesitate, but seeing that causal hand wave with the same hand he had just spent nearly 10 minutes holding onto caused his stomach to jump a little. The kind of adrenaline rush he gets when he jumps from a high vantage point, before he extends his wings. That moment of freefall. It was a split, unexpected second, and then he quickly fell into step right behind Dabi, following as ordered.

They reached the stairway door and Dabi opened it, making a show of holding it open for Hawks to walk through. Everything tonight has felt like a series of chess moves, but this so far seemed to be the safest risk yet. His feathers could react to anything Dabi tried faster than his hands anyway. Hawks nodded, striding through the open door confidently. He heard the big heavy rooftop door lock into place behind him before he felt Dabi move. It did not feel like an attack, so his feathers bristled but he kept them in place, letting Dabi enclose his hand around Hawks's wrist and spin Hawks around fully. Dabi stood over Hawks, an inch or two taller, "trapping" the hero against a wall. One hand was holding on to Hawks's wrist, the other was against the wall to the left of Hawks's face, right next to his wing. Dabi grinned, his grip tight but not painful. "I'm intrigued. I wasn't sure you'd follow."

This was the first time the two of them were standing so close together. Hawks could feel Dabi's warm breath against his face. Hawks grinned back, adopting a slightly teasing tone. "Technically, I was the first one in the stairwell, so you followed me."

"Shut up," Dabi growled and kissed Hawks, hard. There was no hint of gentleness or care in the gesture. Dabi's lips parted just enough that Hawks trailed forward, seeking a deeper kiss, as Dabi leaned away. "Hungry, aren't you?"

Hawks looked at Dabi's piercing blue eyes and gave him a smug, lopsided grin. "I could eat," he said with a shrug, feigned nonchalance that didn't fool either of them.

Dabi chuckled. He let go of Hawks's wrist and ran his thumb slowly over his lips, keeping eye contact. There seemed to be a decision point happening that Hawks was not invited to, and suddenly Dabi took a step back and looked away, at the stairwell ahead of them.

"Not tonight," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking forward. "But, thanks. For back there."

Hawks stayed against the wall, looking at the man walking slowly away from him. "Y-yeah," he stammered, mostly on purpose. "Next time, then."

Dabi chuckled again, his footsteps echoing in the stairwell as he started descending, with Hawks following behind.

#mha #bnha #dabi #dabi x hawks #hawks #mha fanfic #yeah i am on this ship no one should be surprised #oh a ship where i get to write about enemies to lovers but not actually in love? #sign me the fuck up #just intense distrust and hatefucking yes good #extra angst on both sides don't mind if i do #this may become a dabi x hawks blog for a bit so yeah #this is also on my ao3 #MHA really said 'hey remember how fun being in a fandom was? well HERE YOU GO' #anyway I am scared about the next chapter of the manga in a day or two so there is that

[barnesthesarge]

Here For You (3)

Bucky X Enhanced!Reader

Summary: The Avengers have a new enhanced on their radar when they run into you during a HYDRA extraction mission.

Warnings: swearing, lots of time gaps lol

TAGLIST: @dreamyalienz

You watched the TV in absolute disbelief, your own face alongside Bucky’s was on the screen.

“Witnesses say that the woman had some sort of powers, and used them to injure the HYDRA agents. Speculation that this woman is the same one that Tony Stark rescued is currently unclear, we’ve reached out to Shield, but so far we’ve received no response. As you can see from the security footage, which is very graphic, she cuts an agent’s hand clean off. Many are wondering if the Winter Soldier And this new enhanced are on their own te—“ Bucky turned the TV off.

“That channel is garbage. Real big on hating the Avengers.” He plopped down beside you, “Don’t worry about this, I just talked to Tony and while you will have to sign some hefty paperwork, it’ll all be okay.”

“Bucky, this is bad.” He shook his head.

“No this is fine, who cares? You were on the news. It was a blurry shot.” You turned to face him.

“I care! How on earth am I supposed to hop around the world when everyone sees me as a dangerous Enhanced?!” You stood up and started pacing, “That’s it. I have to leave.”

“Woah woah doll, you’re going to burn a whole in the floor.” He put a hand on your shoulder and you pushed him by his chest away.

“Bucky I have to go. Please..I need you to do something for me.” His face fell.

“You can’t go doll, you need to sign the—“

“I need you to delete my file. Everything you have on me, I need to get rid of this.” You pulled the Stark Phone out of your pocket and set it on the table. “Please, Bucky..” He shook his head again.

“Y/N, they aren’t going to stop looking for you, and trust me, when they find you they won’t take you politely. They might go HYDRA style.” He grabbed your wrist and you pulled it away.

“Bucky, I don’t think you understand. I’m leaving, you won’t see me again, and you’ll tell them I’m going to hide back in London, tell them I have a safe house there. I can’t let them find me. They’re going to ruin everything.” You cupped his cheeks. “You have to promise me, delete my file, lie.”

“Let me go with you! I can take care of you, watch your back!” You shook your head.

“Bucky, it’s too risky. When I know it’s safe you’ll hear from me. Just promise me. I won’t tell anyone but you.” You paused, his eyebrows were knitted together, a frown etched on his face, “please.”

Bucky nodded, “I’ll delete what I can. If I do it all they’ll know. You promise I’ll hear from you?”

“When it’s safe Bucky.” You squeezed his hands, “thank you. I’ll talk to you soon.” And with that you went down the elevator and used the car Stark gave you, driving to the docks.

———————————————————————

You loved it in Spain. A year had passed and you loved it so much you never left. While you didn’t work, you had plenty of money under another name. It was easy to blend in, slipping between the chaotic streets, shopping in local markets. It was a new home. Every once in a while there would be a sighting of the rogue enhanced once known to associate with the Avengers, but you knew better now. You wore a mask, concealed your skin and hair, the only distinguishing detail being your purple powers.

Tonight another plane flew overhead and woke you up in a cold sweat, had the Avengers found you? Was that Tony? A swat team? The UN? It was always just a plane.

You got up and got dressed, heading out to the market for fresh fruit, staying within the ordinary. You windowshopped for a while, and then headed home, turning on the TV. You flipped to one of the only English News channel you had.

“Today marks one year of the enhanced that somehow slipped through the UN’s fingers. While there’s no clear image of her, there’s still hope that the Avengers, or anyone can step forward and reveal who she is. Tony Stark conducted a press conference earlier.”

“There’s been word that you’re able to track her, is that true Mr. Stark?” Tony stood at a podium, an indifferent look on his face.

“Don’t you think that if I could, I would? She’d be a great asset to the Avengers.” You blushed, Tony was lying for you. He could find you if he wanted.

“So in your time of helping her, you didn’t even get the enhanced’s name?” Another piped up.

“She gave me a fake name, we’ve already dig into it and the investigation hit a dead end.” He lied again.

“Why can’t you release an image of her face?” A woman shouted, a couple others talked over her as well.

“This is a UN and Shield case, and the enhanced is dangerous. I’m sure if she was confronted in public, there would be mass casualties. We would’ve already if we knew it was safe.” He paused, waiting for everyone to quiet down, “Besides she seems to be living peacefully and taking down suspects silently.”

The footage stopped and the news anchor was back, “we have the rest of the press conference on our website, now back to—“

You turned the TV off and moved to make dinner, settling on chicken and rice. Within the next 30 minutes you sat at your table and ate dinner, watching people walking home to their families.

You thought about Bucky a lot more than you’d like to admit. Sometimes you imagined what would’ve happened if you actually let him come with you. Right now he could be coming home to see you, and sitting down to eat with you. You felt stupid for thinking like this, in such short time you knew him, you fell for Bucky Barnes. The stupidest part was that he probably only found you to be a nuisance now. Dealing with the aftermath of your departure had to of done a number on him.

Without thinking much else, you moved to wash your dishes, thinking about the sad creases in Bucky’s forehead as you told him goodbye. It didn’t matter that he made you promise to reach out when it was safe, by now he would’ve moved on and changed his mind. You longed sometimes to go back and see what could be different if you stayed.

Later you were getting ready for bed, when you remembered something. You quickly raced into your bedroom and unscrewed the case on the light switch, pulling out a flip phone. You had a great idea.

The next morning you purchased another flip phone, filling up minutes on each phone. Then you put your phone number into one of the flip phones and prepared to send it, sending a quick text message to the other.

I believe it’s safe.

You grinned and turned the phone off, wrapping it neatly into a box, you put a bunch of stamps on the box, and addressed it to Bucky’s P.O. Box in the Avenger’s compound. To grab his attention, you put your first name in the corner. You raced to the post and sent the package, paying extra to have it sent right away.

But it it’d been a week, and you hadn’t received anything.

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Bucky hated being in public, Steve was starting to think maybe his anxiety was getting worse. It wasn’t like that. Bucky didn’t want to leave and miss a message from Y/N, it’d been a year, and she still hadn’t reached out, but maybe it was coming up.

“Bucky, you haven’t left the compound in weeks.” Steve had his signature worried face. “Do you want to talk about anything?”

“Steve, for the last time, I’m fine, I just need a break from all the stress.” He lied easily. “I’m gonna check my mail. Get my steps in.”

Bucky went to his P.O. Box, it was never as full as anyone else’s, but that was okay to him. It was weird to see a package, but it made it through screening, so it’s not like it was a bomb. Bucky picked up the white box, turning it over and gasping loudly. He quickly looked around and then grabbed the couple letters in the box and racing back up to his room. Bucky looked the door behind him, ignoring the slam.

Bucky used a knife to cut the tape and opened the box, unwrapping bubble wrap to reveal a flip phone. It was dead, so Bucky pulled the charger out and plugged it in, waiting not-so-patiently. When it turned on, there was a message notification from Y/N’s contact.

I believe it’s safe. Simple, cut right to the chase, classic Y/N.

I hope so Y/N, how are you? Bucky looked at her number and saw it had a foreign number. When he googled it on his other phone, it revealed she was in Spain.

There was a reply almost instantly, I’m doing good, you were right about how lonely being on the run is. I actually really miss having my Stark phone and having people to talk to whenever I needed it. How’s everything in NY?

I miss talking to you if I’m being honest. It’s not fair that you came into my life so abruptly and left just as quick )-: I wanted more time with you. I don’t like it here. It’s too crowded.

I don’t think it’s much safe for me to be on my own. My apartment doesn’t exactly have security. I’m sorry I had to leave Bucky, I didn’t want to leave a friend like that, but I wasn’t ready for “Avenger stuff” you sound just as lonely as me

Are you saying you want to be one now?

An Avenger? Hell no, but if it gets people off my back, I might bite. I hate having to hide now, I don’t know how I loved it for so long. Don’t get me wrong I love it here in Spain, having a normal life, but I’m lonely. It was nice feeling cared about. I watched Tony lie on TV about being able to find me and knowing anything about me, and honestly it fucked me up. I think I’m gonna come back.

Holy shit please do.

Wanna do me a favor and pass the knowledge of me coming back to Tony? I’m gonna take a boat from Spain so it’ll be a bit.

Yes doll, I will, I’ll see you soon.

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“Tony, hey, I’m sorry to barge in like this but—“ Bucky froze, Tony wasn’t alone. Rhodey got up from Tony’s office chair and chuckled.

“I’ll take my leave, Tony please consider, alright?” He left the room and shut the door gently, and Tony crossed his arms.

“You really don’t know how to knock?” He grumbled, Bucky frowned.

“I’m sorry, the door was open, I didn’t think it mattered. There’s something I needed to bring to your attention.” Tony crossed his arms and moved stuff aside on his desk to sit down.

“Is it about your arm? I don’t think the color is flattering either.” Tony sassed.

“It’s about Y/N.” Bucky mumbled, Tony perked up and looked around his office, holding up a finger to silence him.

“That’s still a stupid name for a fish Bucky. You’re wasting my time.” He beckoned Bucky to follow him, and dragged him into the elevator, talking about anything but Y/N. When they got into Tony’s car, he sighed.

“They bugged my office.” He rubbed his temples, “they don’t trust me about Y/N. They know I haven’t been honest.”

“She wants to be an Avenger now.” Bucky blurted, “I um, okay this is gonna sound crazy. Remember how she left under my watch? She didn’t attack me at all. I lied about that. She heard about having to sign the Accords and went nuts. She was getting hysterical—“

“She asked you to delete the file, didn’t she.”

“Yes, she asked me to delete the file and lead everyone on a wild-goose-chase in London. She told me that she would contact me when she knew it was safe.” Bucky confessed, Tony shook his head.

“Bucky, God’s sake, I can’t trust you with her. I can’t believe she convinced you to delete the file. Do you have any idea how much shit I got for having such a weak system that some random woman was able to hack it?!”

“I’m sorry Tony! I wanted to go with her, she just wants to be free and safe and she looked like a trapped animal, she was so antsy and upset. I like her a lot Tony, shit I’m falling for her. But she’s not mine, and I wouldn’t be the one to trap her.” He paused, “Look. Y/N sent me a flip phone in the mail with her number in it, I texted her for a bit and she said she wants to come back, and that she’s finally ready to join us.”

“Give me her number, actually no, give me the phone.” Tony demanded. Bucky pulled it out of his pocket and Tony opened it, scowling at the outdated device. He opened the contacts and started calling Y/N.

Within a couple rings, you answered, “Hey Bucky.”

“It’s Tony.” His voice was flat. “So you’re coming back?”

“Yes, I’ll come back. I’m sorry I left, it was stupid and immature, but I’m ready now.” Tony sighed.

“Look, Y/N, as soon as you get here, it’s not going to be fun. There’s a lot of shit we have to cleanup, I’ll send you a suit to pick you up tomorrow, there’s going to be officials from the UN who’re going to need you to sign stuff. I’ll have FRIDAY brief you on everything you need to say, otherwise Barnes and I are both looking at jail time, alright?”

“Yes of course, thank you Tony. Thank you for covering for me, I know it hasn’t been easy. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He sighed again, “It will be nice to have you around Y/N. I’ll have a suit tomorrow, so be ready to leave in the morning. See you soon.” He hung up the phone and handed it back to Bucky. “Come on, we have a phone call to make.”

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As soon as you arrived to the Avengers compound, you had a collar placed around your neck, and you were pulled into what you believed to be Tony’s office. Around the room was UN officials, who did not look thrilled to see you. You were forced into a chair and recorded, your official statement of the last year.

Next you had to sign a million legal documents, given a strict set of rules, and you had your own copy of the Accords to read over to next week. Once everyone left, Tony took the collar off and apologized.

“Not everyone here thinks you want to be a good guy. You should’ve heard them.” He frowned, “as much as I don’t like them, its best you listen to their rules, otherwise you’ll be thrown in a prison in the middle of the ocean with a collar for the rest of your life.” He paused, “anyways, I have training set up for you for the rest of the day, so let’s go.” Tony dragged you to one of the basements with a coach.

While you didn’t mind your new training regimen, you hated having to do it two times a day, and the little time you actually had was spent reading the Accords. You hadn’t even seen Bucky and the date on your phone reminded you that you’d been here five days.

You unlocked your phone and sent Bucky a message, You busy right now?

The question is, are you? (-:

Not too busy for you (; come here

Aren’t you stuck reading the Accords all week?

Come read it to me lol

There was a knock on your door, you opened it and Bucky grinned ear to ear, “Hi Y/N.” You stepped aside and let him come in.

“Hi Bucky.” He bit his lip to try and hide how hard he was smiling, before you pulled him into a hug. “Thank you.” Bucky still wore the same cologne.

“For what?” He chuckled, burying his face in your neck, you giggled and moved away.

“For protecting me, from how I felt.” You paused, “Its so nice to finally see you again.”

Bucky sat down on your bed, and looked at whatever page of the Accords was open, he looked just as handsome as you remembered.

“You still need me to read this to you?” You grinned and grabbed the booklet, setting it on your nightstand.

“No Buck.” You sat beside him now, “I just wanted to see you.” He raised his eyebrows, “I’ve been here for almost a week and didn’t even get to see you, it just doesn’t seem right.”

“It hurts me too doll, trust me.” You felt your cheeks heat up, “I wasn’t kidding when I said I hadn’t gotten enough time with you. As soon as you finish this stupid reading assignment, let’s go out. Celebrate new beginnings. I hear that Tony has you on that god awful training regimen? It’ll be like that for two weeks and then you get normal training hours.”

“It’s horrible. I don’t get enough time. And that sounds wonderful, I would love to spend time with you.” Bucky stood up.

“Well, that’ll start when you finish this.” He gestured to the Accords, “And that won’t be anytime soon if you keep hanging out with me.”

You groaned, “Nooo don’t leave me with that thing!” Bucky laughed loudly, his smile was so contagious and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life sharing it with him. Had you fallen in love with him?!

“Yeah yeah doll, I’ll see you soon once you finish it. Get to it.” He shared one last handsome smile before leaving the room.

You slumped back onto the bed, after spending an entire year away from Bucky, you had somehow fallen for him. Sometimes you’d go to the libraries in Spain just to look at the news of Bucky, to see if he’d done anything new. You’d even gone the lengths of buying newspapers that featured articles of him. You couldn’t imagine how he felt hearing nothing about you, other than the occasional solo mission you did. Thoughts of Bucky grounded you, it reminded you that someone in the world liked you for who you were, the someone who couldn’t stick to one place. Someone who didn’t want to tie you down and keep you, and someone who treated you as an equal. Bucky was an anchor, a reason to try and get better. Now you’d done the dumb thing of falling for him.

He didn’t feel the same way, you could tell.

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Bucky found it hard to stay away from you. He knew you finished reading the Accords, but now Tony had you doing all different kinds of tests. How strong you were, everything your powers could do, combat skills, mission strategies, and areas you needed to improve.

It went on for days, and Bucky was suffering knowing you were in the same building but you’d never been so far from his reach. He was shocked that somehow you both had a closer bond than before you left.

During the year you left, Bucky never went a day without wondering how you were doing, sometimes months went by without a sighting of you, and Bucky thought you were dead, or maybe HYDRA got you.

Everyday, Bucky thought about the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, how witty and strong you were, how endearing it was that you could intimidate everyone. Bucky loved how you were rough around the edges, and soft on the inside. He’d fallen for you ages ago, and now he was stuck with unreciprocated feelings.

At least he had you as a friend, right?

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You knocked on Bucky’s door, you heard him scuffle around in his room before the door opened, “Y/N!” He smiled and opened the door wider. You came inside, his room was simple and nice, with old decorations and old pictures up. “Are you finally available for me?” He teased, coming to stand next to you in front of an old picture of him and Steve with the Howling Commandos. “See something you like?” You rolled your eyes and elbowed his side.

He grunted, “Watch your mouth. Maybe I won’t spend the next couple free hours I have with you. I wonder if Wanda’s around?”

“No no! She’s with Vision, don’t be ridiculous!” He giggled and turned you by grabbing your arms, “I just got you backkkk.” He whined dramatically.

“That’s what I thought. Trust me I could definitely use the rest, but instead I’ll spend my time doing something better.” Bucky smirked.

“Doing something better? Did you mean someone?” He wiggled his eyebrows boyishly and you gasped.

“Okay that’s it I’m taking a nap!” You hollered.

“I take it back! It was a joke!” You giggled.

“It better’ve been, sicko. Hurry up and put on your shoes, you’re wasting our time.”

“Didn’t know I was that repulsive to you.” He fake sniffled and sat down on his bed to put his shoes on. You started back at the collection of photos.

You focused on one of Bucky and small Steve, Bucky had such a beautiful-full-of-life-smile. You knew at once why every girl in the 40’s fell for him. Maybe it was the same reasons you did.

“Do I look better with short hair or somethin’?” You jumped, realizing Bucky had somehow snuck up on you.

“I’m gonna put a bell on you if you’re gonna start sneaking around.” You threatened, he grinned.

“You didn’t answer my question, doll.” You shrugged and looked back at the picture.

“You look handsome either way Bucky.” His eyes widened, “can we go now?” He was blushing now and you felt your own cheeks heat up. “Bucky?”

He snapped out of the spell, “Yes, of course let’s go.” You followed him to the garage and he brought you to his motorcycle again. “Maybe this time you’ll actually get to enjoy the ride, huh?” He handed you a helmet.

He climbed on and you got on behind him, once he got the engine started, his hands went to the handlebars and yours went around his middle. He slowly left the garage and drove down the private road towards the city. Within fifteen minutes Bucky brought you to a nice restaurant, linking arms with you down the sidewalk. When you got to the table he pulled your seat out for you.

“Aren’t you a gentleman?” You teased as he sat down across from you.

“Only for you madam.” He winked and opened his menu, you rolled your eyes at him and opened your own.

“Have you eaten here before?” You asked and he shook his head no.

“A certain Spider-kid recommended it to me.” A waitress came by and asked for drink orders.

You looked around the restaurant decor, it was modern and niche, big windows surrounding the areas. “See somethin’ pretty?” He chuckled from across the table, “I know I do.” You met his eyes and he looked right at you, boldly smiling.

“What are you implying?” You bit the inside of your lip a little to hide that you liked when he flirted with you, he wasn’t supposed to know.

“I’m implying many things, Doll.” He said suggestively.

“Okay, shoot.” You replied.

“M’definitely implying that despite how nice this restaurant looks, you’re by far a much better view.” You raised both eyebrows.

“Is that so?” You chuckled nervously, “are you trying to flatter me into spending more time with you?”

“We both know I don’t have to bribe you to spend time with me.” Bucky looked smug, “I’m just being honest. Have the times changed where a man doesn’t compliment his date?” His face dropped, “Not date..I meant—friend.”

The waitress came and put drinks down and took food orders at the perfect time, you sipped on something fruity Bucky ordered for you quietly. “What kinds of things did I miss out on while I was gone?”

“Oh just a lot of small scale missions, nothing big.”

“No I mean just like fun things the team did.” You smiled at him, watching his brows furrow while he tried to come up with stuff.

“There was a nice Halloween party, Sam dressed up as me by wrapping tinfoil around his arm, I dressed as him by putting on fairy wings and sunglasses, we did secret Santa for Christmas, Tony and Steve helped host the New Year’s Eve party in Times Square...at one point most of the team went on a team bonding camping trip.” He shrugged, “April Fools was the worst, Clint and Natasha had a prank war and just about everyone participated, it was like a civil war.”

You giggled, “I feel stupid for running away. Really really stupid. I was so scared to be part of something like that, but now it just sounds so—nice.”

“Don’t feel bad about running away from things that scare you, I do it all the time. It’s just something we gotta work on, doll.” You frowned.

“What’s with the nickname? Is that an insult?” You questioned and Bucky’s jaw dropped.

“I—no! Uhh, it’s just a term of endearment.” You grinned at him.

“Alright and mine for you will be..” you thought for a moment, “Ah, Fucky.”

“Thanks Y/N.”

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#bucky barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x you #fanfiction #the winter soldier x reader #winter soldier #the winter soldier

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An Ignis's Perspective on Love, ft. Ai and Flame

Here’s my modest lil’ part for Secret Santa! I got @thetrainticketanime (and of course Tumblr won’t let me tag, of course), so I hope you’ll like it! (if someone can tag them for me it’d be cool k thx)

Summary: Ai thinks it'd be fun to matchmake Takeru with his childhood friend but Flame thinks it's a bad idea. There begins a long dialogue between two AIs to determine whether or not they should go through with that plan. 

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

Wordcount: 1.2K words

Event hosted by @yugiohsecretsantaevent

AO3 version available here.

“No. That’s a terrible idea,” Flame says with the flattest tone he can take.

 Ai pouts at his friend’s lack of approval of his genius idea that would revolution the world yet again. Flame isn’t fun to be around, he’s never about going for risky and fun ideas. The most reckless he’s ever done was to go on a Ferris wheel! Talk about someone who isn’t about fun… Whatever, he’ll convince him to do something real cool for once. He just needs to sound convincing and charismatic. It’s no big deal for an advanced A.I. like he is!

 “But, like, if we do that, that means someone will be watching over Takeru! That’s not something you want?”

“…Hmm…” Flame rubs the bottom of his face with his fingers, almost like one of those yellow faces he sees on Kusanagi’s computer sometimes in a folder called “meme shit” (in all little letters), suddenly more interested. “What makes you think that?”

“Like, if Kiku dates Takeru, that means she’ll parent him everywhere they go, right? Then that means there’s always gonna be someone and you won’t have to watch him over all the time! Doesn’t that sound super cool?!”

“It sounds like it could be a decent idea… would it not come from you.”

Urgh, that guy! Always being a killjoy on main like that!

“What’s the issue if it comes from me?! If it’s a good idea, then it’s a good idea!! I’m sure even Yusaku would say so!”

“Yusaku would shut you down, wouldn’t he?”

Ai pouts again. This is almost slander, he swears to the fabled Egyptian card gods.

“I just wanna have fun… Love looks so cool in animes! But I don’t see Yusaku date, like, anyone ever aside from Kusanagi so… Yeah. Takeru looks like he could be the protagonist who falls in love with a pretty girl and gets on adventures with her!

“You’ve watched too much shojos, Ai.”

“What? It’s not because he plays card games that he can’t go on romantic adventures with his princess and you!”

“Yeah, no. But the core idea isn’t too bad, I suppose…” Flame is still hesitant, but at least, he’s starting to consider the idea.

 Ai’s eyes draw crescents as soon as he hears this. This is beginning to work, isn’t it? This is merely the beginning, the first card he summons! His Battle Phase starts now! He can’t fail when he’s on the good path to success!

 “Plus, they’re childhood friends, so it’s easy! We’ll just have to tinker here and there, maybe write some texts that aren’t really from them and tada! They’ll be sweethearts!”

“I don’t think you get what love is, Ai. We’re AIs, not humans.”

“Oh, so that’s how you wanna play it…” He smirks internally (as he doesn’t have a mouth, that’s a default of design on their creator’s part), thinking about how much his idea will blow his friend out of the water. “Then, what’s that between Earth and Aqua? Aren’t they, like, totally in love?”

That gets Flame quiet for a few seconds as he thinks of it. It’d have been easier to have a program to know that instantly, but the creator has forgotten about that feature too. Too bad.

“I hate to admit this, but you’ve got a point there. We could ask them for some advice… I’d rather ask you than your skewed vision.” Ai is about to say something but gets interrupted before he can do so. “And your fling with Roboppy doesn’t count, before you ask.”

“Why you gotta be like that?” He rambles under his breath instead.

“I’m just trying to figure out the best outcome of this, and this means not listening to much of your ideas. For each good one you get, we receive a hundred bad ones with the next stupider than the last.”

“Now that’s just mean… It’s just that you never consider them entirely!”

“As I said, I’m just trying to prevent you from doing stupid things that would put us in embarrassing, avoidable situations. Nothing more, nothing less. But I should ask Earth and Aqua about this dating thing… They may know if this is the right thing to do.”

 Heh. No-fun Flame has missed the point entirely. He wishes he could be surprised at this, but when it involves enjoying themselves, then that wretched Fire elemental can’t get a grip. It’s always up to Ai to find something fun to do because Aqua is too serious for this, Earth is too serious for this, Windy is… Windy and Lighting is… Let’s just say that his sense of fun would probably lead to someone getting deleted from existence, so it’s better if they don’t ask him. Even just thinking about it sends shivers down his spine.

 “How were you planning to do that in the first place anyway?” Flame asks as he sends something to Earth. “Send them amusing videos while pretending to be the other one?”

“That sounds like a good idea!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” He mutters under his non-existent breath.

“But I was thinking of convincing them to spend some time together, with no one else, and do stuff like watch a movie together, or walk around together, or play card games together…”

“How romantic.”

“I know, right?! Then they’d maybe think of doing it more often, and after some time they’d be together, they’d get married and they’d have tiny humans together!”

“Those are called children, Ai, and do I need to remind you they are only sixteen? Nobody gets married at sixteen.”

“Then maybe you’ve got a better suggestion, huh?!”

“Not by myself,” Flame once again responds with the upmost seriousness, “but Earth and Aqua may have some. Even then, Ignis customs are different from humans, so I wouldn’t trust our judgement too much.”

“Gee, you sound like Earth when you’re like this! And, huh, what about… Being together on a Ferris wheel?”

 This gets a big reaction out of the red Ignis, a shimmer appearing in his eyes as soon as he hears this. Ah, touché! He knew he had a weakness for Ferris wheels ever since he went on one when they reunited at Yusaku’s high school. Plus, he also saw that in another anime, so that must mean this is what teenagers are into.

 “Now we’re talking… I’m going to ask Aqua about it, then tell Takeru about it… See? This is the one good idea you’ve had all day, and will have all day.”

“So you see that I’m a genius…” Oh. “What did you mean by that?!”

There is amusement in Flame’s voice. “I don’t see what you mean.”

“Yeah, yeah, as if…”

  Being Cupid is harder than he thought, especially with Flame… Maybe he should ask Kusanagi to do it with him next time for Yusaku, it could be a fun way to meet new people and have fun too. But nothing is going to stop Ai on his quest for matchmaking his friends together!

Nothing!

#vrains #ygo secret santa #my writing #thetrainticketanime #y'all i love ai so much he's so funny to write #this is also pretty ooc woops

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Flight B2075 seat 6A

Months and months of working long days, late nights and many weekends had finally come to an end for this weekend. She had always imagined a weekend away, a weekend to be the girl everyone stared at, to buy what she wants, to be wined and dined in only the nicest restaurants, to stay awake to beautiful music in a beautiful unit over looking the city. But most importantly, to be away from everyone & have him to herself. To hold her, to love her to treasure her like no one else could. He had made it his mission to give this to her. It all started 4 or 5 months ago. No one ever expected them to talk to each other, it was risky - really really risky! Although I think that's what made this work, it gave it the scary edge it needed. The risky butterflies nothing else could. After weeks of late night texting, deleted snapchats, am phone calls they had both agreed this wasn't enough, there needs to be more. Telecommunication has brought us together but they lusted each other touch, each other's kiss. It was a Tuesday night when she said "I wish I could be someone else for a weekend". He knew exactly what to do. He immediately started organising dates where he could make this perfect weekend a reality. He started with where? Sydney. How would I get her there? Plain - booked & paid. Where will we stay? Hilton- booked and paid. Weeks of preparation had finally been finished, he had purchased a couple of nice suits. She had purchased Calvin Klein underwear & sexy black lingerie to be hidden under her beautiful body hugging dresses. They had told stories to both their family friends and works that were lies on lies to lead them down the wrong path as to where they'd be this weekend. 12am on a Friday night she boarded her flight 11:30pm Friday he boarded his. To be waiting for her at the air port. Running to the arrivals with his suit case he seen her walk through the gate. Before she had the time to react he already had butterflies flying through his stomach. He was so fucking nervous but this was all doubled when he seen how beautiful she was looking. He knew this weekend is going to be amazing. Cool calm collected and not distracted in the slightest he confidently walked up to her put his hand up onto her cheek and kissed her. It was perfect, She felt her heart sink deeper in her chest then she thought possible. Wrapping her arms around him instantly feeling safe. He held her hand, walked her to collected her bags both dressed comfortable, but elegant. They didn't come from this style of background so having everyone stare was very different but a little part of them loved it. The envy & looks people gave let them know they looked like a power couple in a suit and dress. Collecting her luggage they grabbed a taxi and left for the Hilton, they sat in the back seat holding hands. He looked across as her as she stared out the window looking up at all the high rises she was In love with the city already & he had already fallen in love with the thought of having her as his own. Arriving at the hotel she walked into the foyer in amazement. The building is stunning. He grabbed their luggage checked in grabbed her attention and led them to the elevator. It's a long way of to the 23rd floor as the elevator clicked away she stared across at him into his deep blue eyes and mumbled under her breath. Thank you. Ding" they walk down the hall to the corner room, it's a suite of course. She walked in turned The bed side table light on and stared out over the city. So vibrant, stunning colours everywhere. He unpacked and ran the bath for her. Giving her a black night gown for her to comfortably wear. She grabbed his blazer & shoved him back onto the bed. He turned the bed side light off, the lights off the city shined through the window and illuminated the silhouette of her perfect body, he felt blood pumping everywhere as she slowly stripped for him laying her out fit on the corner of the bed she stand there naked. Exposed. Raw as she possibly could staring at him scared of his thoughts. All she could hear is the bath running when his voice broke the silence. " no photo could give the justice of how perfect you are. He kindly asked her to lay on the bed, as he stripped down to his briefs he stared at the naked body on the bed and bit his lip. Knowing full well she would eventually see the growing bulge in his underwear. He walked over to his suitcase & pulled out co co nut moisturiser. She looked puzzled & asked why? He said next to nothing Just enough to make her lay face down, he glided his hands through her hair pushing it to one side before sitting on her perfect booty and warmed the moisturiser up between his hands before starting a back massage that would send her to another level of relaxation she didn't think was possible. The massage went forever, over her back, booty, legs, quads, hips, lats & shoulders. So relaxed he turned her over she sat up on her knees on the bed as did he. She grabbed his hips pulling him closer his hand ran through her hair as his warm wet lips kissed her lips before he grabbed her hair in a pony tail and firmly but gently pulled her head back so she stared up towards the ceiling as he licked her neck & began to kiss her neck passionately before biting and sucking on her ear lobe as he pulled a little harder on her hair. She moaned a little louder. She pushed against him. She could feel how hard she's made him. She traces her hand down his body as he kisses her neck and grab his now throbbing cock and whispers exactly what she wants. It's been 4 months since they started talking they both wanted to fuck like crazy but they knew it had to be special. He grabbed her perfect ass and picked her up off the bed and walked over and sat her next to the bath and whispered clean up baby you'll need your rest. He played some music softly in the back ground and went to have a shower as she finished her bath, dried off and slipped into the silky night gown. He walked out of the bath room to see her in bed, exhausted and asleep in bed. God damn it, she's beautiful. He quietly slipped into bed and held her close. She woke to him wrapping his arms around her she snuggled back into him and took a big breath of relaxation. As they fell asleep to music, a cool breeze & sound of the city in the big King size bed covered in pillows. Upon waking she spread her arms and legs only to realise she was alone in bed. Lost for a moment she realised where she was. She sat up in bed using the blanket to cover her naked body. It was only early in the morning the sun was only just rising as she stared across. He had already been out and picked up some food for breakfast. As she rubbed her eyes and started to get out of bed he walked over and told her to relax. Breakfast was served. 2 poached eggs, crispy bacon & fresh sourdough bread & fresh pulp orange juice of course. They got them selves dressed in some fresh fitness gear, grabbed some water bottles and headed out. It was a beautiful day so the found an awesome little outdoor gym to jog to & train. They punished an epic workout covered in sweat and feeling accomplished decided to go get a coffee and walk back to the hotel. On arriving back to the hotel they went to the elevator and headed back up to their room. He stared at the tights she was wearing they hugged every part of that beautiful ass, she knew he was so she turned moved straight towards him pressed her hand against his shorts. The tension it was absurd. He can't help it he held her close and kissed her. They touched each other grabbed each other the kisses got a little sloppier but much more passionate. They pushed at the door missing the key but didn't care. The hugged each other he started kissing her neck biting her ear and whispering how hard he is in her ear. They both stopped as the elevator opened again. They picked the Key up opened the door pretended to not be a lustful crazy sexually frustrated state. They closed the door behind them he turned to make sure the door had shut. She ripped at his shorts before he could realise what was going on her mouth was wrapped around his throbbing cock he grabbed her hair and leant back against the door as she continued to wrap her hands around his cock sucking and jerking him off. Before he knew it he knew he was going to cum - so did she mere moments before he does. She stops and asks him to join her in the shower. She stripped him off in the daylight and quickly stripped down. The first time in the day light they'd seen each other naked. The lust only grew more and more when they washed each other in the shower. Before they knew it was mid day they had been joking about laughing wrestling and talking about where they're both from. It was time for them to get ready for lunch. They dressed in some semi casual clothes and headed out. Went to a beautiful cafe, ordered their lunch started talking about the future. With each passing moment they knew feeling were getting deeper. They finished lunch paid the bill and headed out to a nice grass hill overlooking the harbour. The talking slowed down as they became more and more obsessed with staring at each other. Staring at every little thing on each other's faces freckles scars eyes etc. but with each thing they noticed they became more interested and intrigued with one another. The afternoon was fast approaching they knew they had dinner reservations so again they headed back to the unit. This time they both took their time to get ready. His nicest suit, her nicest dress & heels. He had finished combing his hair and had sat on the edge of the bed to see her walk out from the bath room. He looked her up and down. If he describe perfection. It was her, right there, right in that moment. They were both dressed to kill. They headed on out arm in arm. Off to the beautiful 4 Michelin star restaurant. They were greeted ever so kindly and accompanied to their corner candle lit table. The food melted in your mouth the portion size wasn't huge but it was perfect after 6 courses and of course dessert. They sat and spoke for a while as they continued to drink. Several drinks later they could feel it started to lighten up there mood they began to laugh and crack jokes trying their best to keep it classy. They had finished what was the nicest dinner either could ever remember having. He walked over paid there tab before coming back & holding her hand helping her as she giggled about how much they'd eaten. They left the restaurant that was full of clearly wealthy older people that started at the young couple as they left. They laughed and walked back towards the hotel arm in arm staring at all the beautiful lights of the city. The stunning beauty it has to offer as they reached their hotel, heading up stairs to their room. Once they walked in he grabbed her pulled her close kissing her she whispered she'd like to take her makeup off. He walked over to the fridge poured her a glass of sparkling cut a strawberry and placed it on the rim of the glass walked into the bathroom & asked her to run the shower he'd join her shortly. As she sipped her wine and took her make up off he ran around grabbed a bag from his suitcase. Rose peddles he threw up too and around the bed, tea light candles he placed around the bed & a small bunch of the most beautiful white & red roses. He also grabbed the sexiest Victoria secret lingerie you had ever seen, all black of course. He turned all the lights off in the unit only the candles flickered he heard the shower start to run so he walked in with 2 candles, switched the light off for the bathroom and sat the on the bench. Only just illuminating the room he seen the shadow of her under the water. She looked back at him as he starred at her and stripped down naked from his suit. Slowly taking each piece of clothing off. Before walking over, still staring he firmly placed his hand behind her wet hair and neck pulling them both under the shower as he kissed her. He grabbed the body wash and proceeded to wash her from top to bottom. Massaging her tits till they were covered in suds and smooth, scrubbing her back, her ass cheeks gently sliding his index finger past and brushing past her pussy before coming back, scrubbing Down her legs & feet. He sat on one knee as he asked her to turn before washing back up the front of her leg she sneakily glided his face in under the water and swiftly glided his tongue from the very bottom to the top of her pussy feeling how wet she was. He continued to scrub her up before holding each other tight feeling the suds slide between them. He washed off kissed her & said he'd be beck. He jumped out grabbed a towel and walked back in with her lingerie. Sat it on the bench and gave her a wink before walking back out. He dried off out on his black Calvin Kleins and later on the bed waiting & getting Hornier as he heard the water stop and her get out. The door slid open as he seen her walk out the lingerie hugged everything perfectly her tits pushed perfectly the panties leaving the outline of her pussy as she turned he seen it grab her ass like perfect. He was already throbbing as she looked around and put her hands over her mouth as she seen all the rose peddles, candles and him holding the white & red roses. She walked over slowly leant over gliding her body against the bed as she slid the the peddles and into his arms, he pulled her the rest of the way so their bodies lay against each other. He sat the roses to the side as he pulled her to the centre of the bed, asked her to roll over as he sat on her ass and began to give her a back massage gliding his hands all over the silk of the lingerie. He laid down against her whispered in her ear to mover her body with him as he grabbed her hips lifting them so she was in the doggy position. Immediately kissing up along her hamstring and gently gliding Up using his finger to glide the panties across and glide his tongue along her already wet pussy as he hears her moan. He unclips the lingerie as he slides them down revealing her round booty and that juicy pussy. She buried her head into the peddles and blanket as his tongue began to tease her clit he feels her pussy throb as he firmly pushes his tongue from side to side. He strips down naked as he slides two fingers deep inside her pushing up, chasing her G spot. She begins to moan louder and louder, as she starts to mumble I'm cumming he feels her throb as she gets wetter & begins to orgasm & squirt he swiftly moves to his knees and drives his already throbbing cock deep inside her. Her knees begin to shake as he drives deeper and deeper. She moans a little harder as he thrusts & she begins to cum again. She shakes as he turns her around and takes his throbbing cock in her mouth. This time he begins to shake. The feeling is indescribable. She sits up as he reaches behind her unclipping her bra. It falls to the bed as she breathes deep, the cold air rushes past as her nipples harden. He leans forward and takes his mouth to her tits starting on the left, sucking kissing & licking her nipples as she leans her head back. His hand tracing down teasing her clit before swapping to the other tit and sliding a finger deep inside yet again she wraps her hands around him as he forces his fingers up chasing that g spot before he gently but firmly shuvs her in the chest making her fall on her back, head hitting the pillow As he crawled over the top of her staring into her eyes as he moved his head down to kiss her neck. His hips slowly thrusting as his rock hard cock glided along her pussy until he found the perfect spot. He sinks his teeth into her neck & drives his hips forcing his cock deep into her wet throbbing pussy. She moaned heavily into his ear, he continued to slowly but firmly thrust his hips against hers. She grabbed his ass pulled him in close and giggled as she knew how cheeky and risky this whole adventure was. He continued to grind his hips against hers just the right spot just the right speed until she moaned for him not to stop she began to stutter, the stutters turned into moaning that continued to get louder & louder unit she started moaning for him to cum with her. Not a drama he was struggling to stop that from happening anyways he bit her ear as he moaned deeply. She could feel every single one of his muscles go rock hard as he cum. It was short it was intense. It was the best they ever had. They both laughed as he lay over the top of her staring deep into her eyes. The giggles turned into them staring back at one another with the cheesiest of grins. They didn't know it or maybe they did. But in that moment they both took a piece of each other's heart. A piece only the other could fill. They cleaned up, jumped back into a messy bed turned the AC to freezing so they could cuddle up in bed. The morning came way too fast as they packed their belongings and checked out. They both had terminating flights one in his direction one in hers. There was no photos taken. There was no credit card transaction there was no proof either were there. It was the perfect weekend. Upon arriving home she called him off a private number to let him know she was home safe. He later sent her a text with details for flights to south east Asia.

#mystery

[rhodeys]

Loki’s Æsir glamour

I finally found the scan I mentioned a little while back, about Odin being responsible for Loki’s glamour.

So yeah, I take this to mean that Loki can’t actually change forms at will. I do wonder if the “reverts to his birth form when touching frost giants or their relics” thing is triggered by the exposure to extreme cold or is more of a… idk, genetic reaction, I guess?

#loki #marvel #character profile