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ava-starrs-girlfriend · 15 hours ago

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Corner Store Sock Aisle Angel

Bob/Reader, post Thunderbolts* movie ending.

Summary: You met the cutest guy in New York City at a corner store while running an errand. And while he wouldn't call himself an angel, would you? Beauty in the eye of the beholder and all that?

Warnings: none, just a TON of fluff. Spoilers for the movie's ending!!!! Do not read if you haven't watched! No Y/N usage or pronouns for reader.

Word count: 3.5k ish

Author's note: i watched Thunderbolts* in IMAX on Thursday with Rachie and left the theater incredibly compelled to write a fic where i got to kiss Bob. Now have this!

Thunderbolts* movie spoilers under the read more!!!

A week in New York City for work was only half ideal. Half, because you'd have to work, but half because when you werent working, you could explore one of the biggest and most iconic cities in the world.

You hit a couple museums, and then decided you wanted ramen in your hotel on the second night instead of eatting out. The day had been long and exhausting, with your co-workers and people you were meeting being demanding in the most classic office-job ways possible.

It paid well, and you had a nice hotel room, but really, you just wanted to cozy up for the night with something familiar and watch a movie.

But first, you needed ramen.

Of course, you could stop at an actual ramen place, get real noodles and a more authentic experience, but tonight, instant noodles was the desire. Plus, you wanted some candy, and maybe some new socks since you somehow forgot to pack some.

To the corner store it was! Or maybe it was called a bodega?

You pulled out your phone as you waited to cross the street and texted your friend.

"Wtf is a bodega" followed by "isnt it just... a corner store...???"

Your friend responded "how should i know? Im not from NYC!"

You laughed and crossed the street.

It didnt take you long to find a store that looked familiarly safe enough to venture in to. Plus, there were a couple other people in the store.

You walked in and found the instant noodles you were looking for.

Now just Sour Patch Kids candies and socks.

How the hell did you forget socks?

You sighed and turned a corner, nearly running right in to someone.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"Its no problem," he said.

He was *so* cute. And tall. And looked like a dork. He was in a sweashirt and jeans, with worn black converse. Oh, so cute.

"You looking for something?"

"Do- do they have socks here?"

"Yeah!" He said, smiling again, and gestured over to another aisle. "Over there."

"Thanks. I forgot to pack some," you said, passing him. You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut. That was dumb. All you needed to say was thanks.

"You from out of town?"

"Yeah," you turned back to face him, holding the noodle package awkwardly in your hand. "Here for work."

"Ah, not vacation."

"Not quite."

"Bummer. It's a great week for weather, you should try and get to a park or something at least!" His eyes lit up with an idea. "Maybe lunch, or something? Fresh air?"

You laughed. "Not sure how fresh the air of New York would be, but yeah, that sounds nice."

"Cool. Well, um. Good luck!" He said, and gave you two thumbs up.

Who the hell is this guy. Two thumbs up?? What a dork.

It was adorable.

You gave him a wave and nod, before saying thanks as you turned away, hoping he didnt see you blush, or heard you giggle.

You got over to the sock aisle safely and found a set of pairs that would just have to work.

Finally, you made your way to the candy aisle and saw there were more than one kind of Sour Patch Kids available. What kind of monster gives that many options of basic sour candies?

"Lots of options," a familiar voice said to your left.

You lookes up. The cute guy again.

"Pff. Yeah. For real," you sighed and looked at the options again. "Already a long day and now... more choices."

"These are my favorite," he said, reaching forward and picking up a package of gummy peach rings. He held it toward you. "If, yanno. You didnt want to choose."

"Definitely. Those would work great with my-" you checked the noodles in your hand. "Kung pao chicken instant noodles."

You laughed a little together as he handed you the package.

"Cool," he said. It was kind of pathetic. But also really cute. He offered you his favorite candies so you didnt have to decide. Absolutely adorable.

"Well, thats all I was looking for tonight," you said, looking up at him. "Thank you, corner store angel."

He laughed. "Oh, no, not an angel. Just a guy."

"Just a guy, huh?"

He shrugged, and shyly didnt look you in the eye. "Yeah."

"Alright, just a guy," you said, and, on a whim, handed him one of your business cards. "Text me, maybe. If youre not a serial killer, or anything."

"God, no," he laughed, and looked at the card as he took it in his hand. He smiled and then looked at you. "I like your name."

"Thanks," you said.

Just a moment later, you were walking back to your hotel, feeling like you were floating on a cloud.

You'd met the cutest guy New York City could have possible offered, and randomly gave him your business card.

Not something you usually do.

But how could you not?

~*~

The thought of his cute face and kind laugh diatracted you through the next few days on your work trip. But just as much as it distracted you, it softened the blow of the blunt demands and requests from your team and the business you were hosted by. You felt productive, even if your friend requested Corner Store Angel Boy requests every half hour.

Of course you'd told them. They gushed and were so excited, happy to soak up every little detail that you could remember about the stranger.

But you hadnt asked him what his name was. And you'd forgotten to get his number!

So you were just relying on hoping that he would actually text you. Before you left.

It was kind of hopeless, but at least you hadnt forgotten his face yet, and it kept you looking ahead instead of at the ground as you walked through the city.

On the fifth day, you got a text.

"How are those socks working out for you?"

You couldnt help but smile and swallow a squeal of excitement.

"You good?" One of your co-workers asked.

"Yep," you nodded, and quickly started typing back.

"They're doing the job!" And then "peach rings were the best choice."

"Nice! :D"

Of course.

"Work ok?"

"Would rather be at a park tbh"

There was a moment of watching the little three dots appear and then disappear, then reappear.

Finally, another message.

"There's plenty of parks by good dinner places."

Was- was he actually asking you out?

"Nothing too fancy?"

"Maybe just some pizza?"

You couldnt help the thought that flashed through your mind- *anything with you sounds amazing.* But you didnt type that.

"Send me the time and address"

He sent both a minute later and you could not believe your luck.

You immediately changed over to the chat you had with your friend and told them about the date.

After they sent you a voice note screaming, they made you promise to share your location.

~*~

You had a little time before meeting with the cute guy, so you got back to the hotel to freshen up a little.

Of course, you'd already been in work clothes when you met him, so he'd seen you when you looked pretty good, but at the end of the day.

At least now you could change into something a little more comfortable, and freshen up or touch up your hair. Anything to make you feel less anxious.

You got to the pizza place a little after the suggested time, but he was there, waiting.

You couldnt help but snap a picture before he looked up from his phone.

His face broke out into the biggest grin when he saw you coming. He waved at you, too.

"Hi!" You said, waving and smiling back.

"Hi!" He answered. "How's- how's your week been?"

"Its actually been ok!" You said. "Kept thinking about this reallg cute guy i met, hoping he'd text me." You looked at him, and couldnt help but laugh when he looked uncertain. "You, dude. Im talking about you."

"Oh, duh," he laughed. "Wasnt sure."

"Its not every day i meet corner store angels."

He laughed again, then the smile fell from his lips. "Oh, shit, i never told you my name!"

You laughed again, your hand landing on his forearm. "No, dude."

"Ive known your name and had your number! Im so sorry!"

"You know what'll make it up to me?"

"What?"

"Your name," you said.

"It's Bob."

"Bob?"

"Yeah. Yep," he nodded. "Mhm."

"Cute," you remarked, and looked toward the pizza place. "Well, Bob? Shall we get some slices?"

"Sure!" He agreed and followed behind you into the pizza place.

It still amazed you how the pizza could afford to be just a couple dollars and taste so good. Or maybe you were just hungry. Either way, well worth it, especially to watch Bob get pizza grease down his chin.

He was incredibly cute. Not that you hadnt not thought that before. It was just impossible for you to not think that. And he had the sweetest laugh, and nicest smile.

Maybe he was just new, and it was nice to start learning things about someone.

After finishing the pizza, you asked him about the park he was thinking of showing you.

He opened the door for you and held it as you left the pizza place, and only stared a little as you hooked your arm in his.

You realized as you walked to the park that maybe you shouldnt just walk arm-in-arm with a man you barely knew, at night.

But you also figured that if your friend saw your phone's location in one place for too long that she'd definitely call the cops. FBI, even. National Guard.

The stroll through the park was blessedly uneventful. Bob asked you questions about yourself, happy to listen and hear your stories. He asked clarifying questions and follow ups, and made you laugh with his reactions.

He didnt seem to want to talk about himself too much, but you werent going to press it- a guy who asked questions and was engaged in conversation? Crazy. You weren't going to change that if you could help it.

He also seemed like such a nice, genuine guy. He was sweet, and laughed at your bad jokes.

Part of your brain wanted to process the part that maybe he was still a serial killer, or at least an asshole, but when he smiled at you, you really couldnt see it.

Before you knew it, the time had flown. You checked the time on your phone and it was almost nine p.m.

"Oh, shit! Later than i thought it was," you remarked.

You were sitting with Bob on a park bench, watching the last of the Summer sunset.

"Do you need to go?" He asked.

"Yeah... one more day of work tomorrow, then heading out on Saturday."

"When?"

"The afternoon."

"Bummer."

You looked at him, leaning your arm on the back of the bench and head against your hand.

"I mean, well, i'd really like to see you again, before you go," he said. "Go home."

"Are you busy tomorrow?"

"I figured you'd be?"

"I was working today, Bob," you said. "But I was able to come meet up with you. You're worth that to me, at least right now. And i'd like to see you again, too."

He glanced at your lips before licking his and sighing, looking across the park's path. Then he looked at you again. "Do you think... we could meet up tomorrow?"

"Unless my boss drops a ton of work on me? Yeah, Bob, I'd love to!" You smiled. Your face was going to hurt tomorrow from how much you'd been smiling.

"Really?"

"Yeah, dude," you laughed, and caught him looking at your lips again. You hummed. "You look like you might want to kiss me."

He blushed and looked down at his hands in his lap.

"You can ask, you know," you offered. "Knowing me, I'd probably say yes."

"Ive, uh, just..." he mumbled something you couldnt hear, even though you were sitting right next to him.

"Didn't hear that," you leaned closer.

"I've just never, uh... ive never kissed anyone."

That broke your heart a little. Had no one given him a chance?

Was he a little slow? Yeah, maybe? But you barely knew him, and you couldnt help but like him. Besides, in this world, who isnt a little slow sometimes? He hadnt chosen to talk about any of his own passions, like he'd asked you. There's something that lights his fire, and you were going to find out what that was.

"That's ok," you said, gently. "It's been a long time for me."

"Really?" He scoffed- not in an assumption you were trying to be nice, but just in pure disbelief. "But you're... you."

You hummed and nodded. "Exactly what I thought about you."

He looked at your lips again.

"I'll warn you, my first kiss was not like the movies make it out to be," you said. "No pressure. And if you dont want to-"

"I do want to!"

"Then by all means, Bob, whenever you might be ready."

He couldnt stop looking between your eyes and your lips, and he moved closer to you on the bench.

You met him halfway, reaching over to put your hand over his.

He quickly took your hand in both of his, like he needed the grounding, and then he closed his eyes and leaned in.

You kissed him, just expecting a cute little peck.

But then you felt his warm hand on your cheek and he grew confident, like all he needed was a chance.

You hummed against him, smiling against his lips as he took your top lip between his.

"Woah, Bob," you said, your heart racing as he moved his face a centimeter away from yours. "That was kind of a movie kiss."

"Was it ok?"

"It was great!"

"Can i have another?"

"Well, sure," you agreed, and he enthusiastically kissed you again, his lips soft and touch gentle but curious.

After the second kiss, he looked bubbly.

You couldnt help but mess with his hair a little with your free hand. "Thank you."

"For- oh. Youre welcome. And thanks."

"My pleasure."

He smiled nervously, then glanced at his watch. "Oh, you- you needed to go, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. Well, I'll text you? Or should we walk to the train?"

"You can walk with me," you said, and stood up from the bench. You held out a hand, and he took it, standing with you.

~*~

You texted all day with him, and still managed to get the extra work your boss assigned to you that morning done.

Your friend didnt know about the kiss yet. They would have called every five seconds if they did.

But you had enough time to meet Bob for dinner again, this time at a sit down place, but still not too fancy.

He even paid.

He had a job? He hadnt seemed employed.

Bob opened up a little more at dinner, and you were happy to take your turn listening to him.

He avoided talking about a lot of things, but seemed to have a few interesting stories from his past.

You tried not to push anything, however much curiosity you felt. You didnt want to break the bubble that was forming around the two of you, hoping the dreamlike feelings of safety and luck and reality wouldnt burst and come raining down.

It seemed natural at this point to link your arm in his, and he didnt seem as startled about it as he had the night before.

You also secretly loved how solid he felt. As much as sometimes you were curious how his mind worked, he wouldnt blow over with a breeze. When you werent paying attention and stepped out onto the street too early, you were surprised to feel the strength he used to quickly pull you back against him as a car honked and passed by.

He was someone special. You hoped he would be someone significant to you.

After dinner and walking a little aimlessly around Manhattan, he said, "do you want to come over?"

For a guy who'd never kissed anyone before last night, that was awfully bold.

"For what?" You decided to ask.

"Oh, um, just to show you. Also, there's a bowling alley in- in the building."

"You remember that?" You had mentioned bowling when you were younger, and enjoying it even if you were bad at it.

"Yeah!"

"You know what? Sure, lets go bowling."

A few moments later, you could not believe where he stopped.

You looked up, feeling tiny in the building's reflections and it's iconic history. "This- this is the Avengers tower."

"Yeah. Cool, huh!"

"You- do you live here? I didnt know they have condos."

He squinted up at the building. "They have condos? Thats cool."

"Bob, where do you live?"

"Here."

"Like, where?"

"Oh! At the top!" He said, then looked concerned. "Are you ok with heights?"

"Th- the top? Thats where the Avengers live."

"Oooooh." He nodded, pointing at you as if he understood your confusion. "Yeah! Im one of them. Sorta?"

"You- youre an Avenger?" Your confusion quadrupled.

"Sorta! Im kinda their roommate."

You looked at him in disbelief. Then you smiled. "On a scale of one to ten, ten being the best, how good of roommates are they?"

He chuckled, then shrugged. "Well, they almost never do their dishes. But, hey, they save the world sometimes, so, thats cool! And we play video games. I beat Bucky all the time. Beats being high on meth, heh."

You laughed with him, head sort of spinning as you reached up and brushed hair out of his face. "That's good. That you're- You dont get high on meth anymore?"

"Oh, no. Nope! Ive been reading a lot."

"Like what?"

"I finally finished Pride and Prejudice. Ava really wants to watch Bridgerton and said i should read Jane Austen's books."

"Pride and Prejudice, huh," you smiled.

"Yeah! It was really good, have you read that?"

"I think so," you lowered your hand and entwined your fingers with Bob's. "You gonna take a girl inside? It's getting windy."

"Oh! Yeah, sure, of course," he nodded and opened the door for you, letting you go first.

He lead you to the elevator, waving at the security, who smiled and waved back at him.

"Who's this, Bob?" One asked. His nametag reads Bob, too.

"Oh this is a friend!" He said, and explained who you are and where you met.

"That sounds like a meet-cute," the older, Security Guard Bob smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you, honey."

"Nice to meet you too," you responded, smiling back at him.

"Go on up, kids," Security Bob said, and opened a gate for you to go to a special elevator.

As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, you turn to Bob.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he nodded.

"May i kiss you again?"

He smiled. "Yeah," and he leans close to kiss you as you cupped his cheek and moved in against him.

Your friend was *never* gonna believe this.

#thunderbolts spoilers #thunderbolts* spoilers #thunderbolts #thunderbolts*#bob reynolds/reader #bob reynolds #bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds x you #bob reynolds/you #my post #my writing #my fic

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ava-amelia · 2 days ago

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I won't quote all of the Mary things, but we do know the other two AGRA members are dead, Ajay was captured and thought to be dead and Mary fled and took on a new identity. And I don't actually believe Mary was happy just being a nurse. Not necessarily because she missed killing, but because intelligence agent and international assassin are way more exciting than being a nurse.

She was also only a nurse part-time and one of the only times we see her do her job, she chastised her "patient" Wiggins for having moved. I think Mary wanted a spouse and a kid, and she only went back because of CAM and later Ajay. You can't have a spouse and a kid and be an internationally wanted assassin. So she was content with having a normal job like a nurse if that means she could have a normal life.

I do think we are supposed to believe Mary is at least a little bit like John at that front. Sherlock also implies it with his "the Doctor's wife must be bored by now." It's not like she got bored of extracting hostages and wanted a new type of work. Things went wrong.

When we see AGRA, they have already gone freelance. It would have been very easy for Mary to say she went rogue because she disagreed with MI6 and/or CIA methods and started engaging in vigilante justice in order to get rid of bad people. Instead, she said AGRA worked for the ones who paid most. I don't think we can say Mary was pushed or sucked into that type of work. if AGRA were the best of the best, surely they can choose their clients? If someone comissioned them to do something evil, surely they could refuse?

Mary also goes back to her way of life in T6T. She drugs the flight attendant (assuming she doesn't straight up kill her), she drugs Sherlock and she goes for a run for an unspecified amount of time to keep the target off her family. Which is nobler than shooting Sherlock so John doesn't find out.

Lastly, Mycroft, again by the nature of his job, orders people to their deaths. We watch him do it to Sherlock. That he cannot shoot someone himself -- that the one who speaks the sentence cannot swing the sword -- is actually an element of moral hypocrisy to Mycroft. Not moral rectitude. If you want to say "caring is not an advantage" and justify your actions with "greater good" rhetoric, your brother shouldn't be the only one of the two of you capable of saving the governor's wife (assuming Eurus would have kept her word, which is a big "if").

That was very astute of you to recognize that. A lot of people think that was inconsistent character writing but I always read it as hypocrisy. And it's very realistic hypocrisy. Ordering someone's death and actually pulling the trigger yourself are two different things.

Mycroft is a fish out of water when he leaves the cushy environment. He complains to Eurus about the inhumane conditions. He was content to sit at the table with other high-ranking officials in well tailored suits and sensible pantsuits, making decisions on people's lives. But when he is captured and scared, he can't do it. And he knew that about himself, he flat out refused! He didn't find out once he thought about it, he refused in horror. And he phrased it as having "blood on his hands", which was an interesting phrase to use as he suggested crashing the plane in the sea with the little girl and incapacitated passengers still inside. So he still sticks to his philosophy of ends and means and minority vs majority, which is how the fandom always perceived him.

I brought that one up to point out the difference between Mary and Mycroft. John wasn't able to do it, either. He was about to but he couldn't. Those things are hard. The governer was an innocent in the grand scheme of things and even if he gave the okay for the sake of his wife and proceeded to kill himself and even if he was responsible at least partially by having Eurus interviewed, he was still a guy terrified for his life.

And while Sherlock does work *with* The Met and Mycroft he doesn't actually work *for* them. He has a made up position as a consulting detective so he can be on his own and not follow the rules. And he rejects Mycroft's cases either out of fake rebellion or real rebellion and he isn't one of MI5/MI6 agents and he could be. That's how most read his statement to Sherlock about them being on the same side.

I think we are supposed to believe Sherlock is an idealist. He doesn't agree with the nature of Mycroft's work, he reluctantly goes along with it. He know Mycroft does both good and bad. As for Lestrade, in most shows featuring cops, cops are still "the good guys". And Sherlock is at least a little bit of a fantasy/ignore reality at the point s4 ends with the introduction of Eurus. We aren't supposed to wonder about the hard parts, like police brutality or instititional racism.

With Mycroft, Sherlock calls him "the most dangerous man" in ASIP and he uses his postion to kidnap John in episode 1. Then there was ASIB with Mycroft kidnapping people's dead loved ones and "The Americans" who might be as portrayed less...honourable mainly because as the show is British) almost shooting John and hurting Mrs Hudson. So I disagree with you on not showing the ugly parts of Intelligence work. They don't show the ugliest parts as the audience would then lose connection to both Mycroft and Sherlock. This isn't that kind of show where we are actually meant to ask those questions.

How Mary Morstan destroyed the moral centre of BBC Sherlock

So let me just start by saying that no one wants two-dimensional, black-and-white characters. Flawed people are normal, believable, more interesting, more relatable. That’s all fine. What the first two series of Sherlock gave us was:

1. Sherlock Holmes: A self-appointed detective, occasional (mostly past, seemingly) drug user who solves crimes as a puzzle to keep his overactive mind occupied. Rude to people, a trait born more out of impatience to get on with saving lives without being hampered by other people’s relative slowness, and possible also because he falls somewhere on the autism spectrum and struggles with social skills. Tries to believe that he is cold, emotionless, but the opposite is palpably true: his facial reaction when Moriarty destroys the old woman in The Great Game. This line: “This hospital’s full of people dying, Doctor. Why don’t you go and cry by their bedside and see what good it does them?” (Read: wasting time wringing our hands won’t save this person’s life.) This exchange:

John: Charming. Well done. Sherlock: Just saving her time. Isn’t that kinder? (Read: He attempts to be kind, successful or otherwise.

Sherlock’s face when he sees John wearing the bomb jacket in The Great Game. Sherlock admitting his fear in The Hound of the Baskervilles. Sherlock showing compassion by rescuing Irene in A Scandal in Belgravia. Sherlock’s tear as he was saying goodbye to John in The Reichenbach Fall. These two series are full of evidence that Sherlock absolutely does care about people, so much so that his brother reminds him to be wary of sentiment as though it’s an old refrain, routinely repeated. And the final touch: “I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.” That’s it in a nutshell: Sherlock is no angel – but he is indubitably on their side. He solves crimes. He stops criminals from their actions. He saves lives. He is, despite his surface rudeness, a good person.

2. John Watson: An ex-army captain and doctor with an appetite for adrenaline, an inability to settle into civilian life, post-traumatic shock nightmares, and a dangerous violent streak. A man with a “strong moral centre” who waits until he believes it absolutely necessary to kill, then does it cleanly, quickly, humanely when he thinks he must. John is such an interesting mix. In one way of looking at it, there’s a lot more dark in him than there is in Sherlock. Something obviously went wrong in his family, too, as not one of his immediate family attended his wedding. There’s some resentment there, some thirst to prove his worth – and a corresponding hyper-willingness to assume that people doubt it, that people place blame on him, that they find him wanting in some way. Trust issues, indeed.

And yet he’s the one who’s mindful of when Sherlock is stepping on toes and hurting feelings, the first to pull him into line, to make sure he doesn’t go too far. They’re such a good team this way: John came back from the war with a hand tremor that made it impossible for him to practise medicine and a psychosomatic limp and blasted-up shoulder that made it impossible for him to be the “war hero” Sherlock describes him as during their first cab ride. They fit each other perfectly: Sherlock gives John a safe outlet to let out his demons and channel them into being a hero again, cures him of his impediments almost just by believing him unshakably, always, without one shred of doubt, no matter what his sharp-edged humour might suggest, even giving him back the ability to practise medicine again, and in turn John provides Sherlock with equanimity: someone to come home to, eat with, be normal with, someone who will save him from going too far either verbally or into the deeps to search out a criminal there, who will follow him down and shoot the criminals off his back. They save each other. They do good work: they’re good people.

And then series 3 gave us Mary. Mary the former secret agent gone rogue, Mary who kills for the highest bidder (confirmed in The Six Thatchers), Mary who scales a building pregnant to intimidate or kill a man who is blackmailing her. Mary who shoots a friend in the heart rather than accept his help and request his secrecy, or his help in breaking the truth to John. Mary the pathological liar, who layers lie upon lie upon lie, and feels that she should never have to apologise for anything, including all of these lies. Mary, who got snippy and resentful over John’s “months of silence” after she tried to murder his best friend, as though he had no right to his anger. Mary, who denied John the right to have a say in naming his own child after she put him through all of that. Mary, who would rather drug her friend and abandon her family rather than accept help. Mary, who abandoned her team without confirming that they were beyond rescue and started a new life with a marriage and a baby and not a second thought for the people she’d left behind. Mary, who never for a second left her profession, keeping her guns and her outfits and her secret info stashed in random walls in Norway, her vast collection of wigs and offensive accents.

This might have worked if the show had seen her arc through as the villain she clearly was. Mary was decidedly NOT on the “side of the angels”. Mary was not saving lives. Mary was taking them. Mary was a person whose life choices, past and present, clearly put her on the other side from Sherlock and John – two flawed, yet ultimately good men who do good work. Mary’s work was, in a word, bad. She was the opposite, really: an inherently bad person with a cute façade, who could giggle and make little jokes (that frequently had a sting buried within), who could roll up her pants instead of just getting them hemmed, who could tease and banter, but as soon as the pressure came back on, her real self came out again. The old habits came back: drug a friend, shoot them in the heart, run away without looking back, kill anyone who gets in your way. The fact is that the show did NOT see this arc through. The writers tried to spoon-feed us the façade, and it didn’t work, because the truth was so very visible: Mary was not a good person, and trying to pretend that she was is either completely unbelievable, or else destroys the entire point of who Sherlock and John are, in their essence. To have them take Mary on board without question, without her actual redemption by having felt or demonstrated remorse of any kind at any point for any of the very many terrible things she did, does not work! This is tantamount to Sherlock and John teaming up with Moriarty! Even if they’d needed information from Moriarty or something, it would have been a necessarily temporary arrangement, because they are not on the same team and never have been!

So, tl;dr version: we want characters who are nuanced, who have grey area, who are three-dimensional: but not characters who betray their own moral code by associating themselves willingly with someone they would normally oppose with all of their combined might. Writing their acceptance of Mary Morstan destroyed their moral centre. In a way, it made them no better than she was, and we know from the first two series that this just isn’t who Sherlock and John are. They’re good people. Mary wasn’t.

#mary morstan critical #mary watson critical

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dexxtrosee · 12 hours ago

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Safekeeping (Part 2)

Summary: a father loses his mind over a silly little thing that Robby has to deal with, of course. Needless to say, he fucks up when you come into the picture and his judgement gets clouded.

A/N: sorry for the long wait, this is still like setting the ground lmao I'm sorry, promise things will pick up after this one.

Part 1.

Robby has always tried his best to be approachable.

The irony doesn’t pass him by. He knows what he must look like, 6’1 and sleep deprived all the time, annoyed and at the brink of yelling at the next person who comes to him with a stupid ass remark about patient satisfaction scores or vaccines being harmful or whatever the fuck conspiracy theories are spinning around lately. He would argue being approachable doesn’t equal putting up with bullshit, though.

But he tries, honest. The last thing he would want is to become one of those doctors people pray to avoid rotating with, he knows the feeling. He dreads ever seeing a patient sighing when they notice him approaching, or have a nurse press their lips together whenever they work a case with him. And he knows the job inevitably gives you nightmares, how could it not? But he hopes he doesn’t have a recurring guest role in his students’ dreams.

The hospital is overwhelmed and understaffed, the nurses are not safe, his new students have gone through the horrors since day fucking one (God, he already sounds like them). There’s no time to sit down and talk, barely time to stuff his mouth full of whatever he can get his hands on to eat, and he doesn’t really check his phone almost in the entire shift. On good days, he finds it hilarious. On bad ones, he doesn’t really get why they’re still trying, why all of them haven’t quit on the spot.

But he’s the one in charge, right? So he has to be approachable.

“Doctor Robby? Could you help me out here? The father keeps telling us he doesn’t want the vaccine to avoid the, uh, ‘tracking device created by the government’?”

He takes a deep breath. Well disposed, easy going and approachable, goddammit.

“I’ll be right there.”

Whitaker scurries off and Dana starts laughing her ass off somewhere to his left. He can’t really help it when he starts laughing too, despite covering his mouth and turning away.

At the corners of the entire ER, there are these metallic things that are supposed to serve as mirrors, circular as to give a better perspective of every place. They have cameras too, of course, but he can’t really use the CCTV system to sneak glances at the mother of the babygirl, can he?

He tries to be subtle. Stands in front of the closest with a chart and plays dumb, ignores Dana's teasing smile and Samira's weirded out looks. He finds it interesting that they don't say anything though.

He takes another deep breath and walks to the room with the conspiranoic parent, grabbing the inside of his sweatshirt for dear life.

He doesn’t quite manage to smile, but can anyone blame him?

“Good morning sir, heard we’re having some trouble here. Mind if I help out?”

He already met this man, so he has already decided he doesn’t like him. Still, he keeps his face neutral and bites back the snark and the snapping.

“You’re not getting any injections anywhere near him.”

Ah, of course, not like we already pumped him full of other shit to help with the state you brought him in.

“It would just be a vaccine, sir, nothing more.”

The man scoffs.

Robby doesn’t quite understand people, despite having a career longer than their lifespan. They had to sedate the patient- Dylan, when his father had brought him in with a deep cut that had torn his right thigh and he was so deep in a panic attack he wouldn’t answer a single question they asked, just kept sobbing and screaming while his father kept frowning at him. A piece of rusty metal had done it, after his father had taken him to a wrecking yard for a “fun time”.

Dylan is now laid in bed, with stitches going from the right side of his knee to the upper middle of his thigh. He’s barely ten.

“Yeah sure, how stupid do you think I am?” Very. “I said no.”

Robby nods, turning his head to the side in hopes of hiding the anger. “I understand your decision, but I’m sure you can understand too that we’d rather wait until his mother gets here so she can tell us as much, if she agrees with you. Ultimately, it is her decision.”

Sweet satisfaction spreads through his veins when the man seethes in front of him, clenching his hands by his sides and walking around like a caged animal. “I’m his father.”

It’s so hard for Robby to hold back the shrug, but he manages. “And we’re aware, but we also have registered that the mother has full custody of the boy. I’m sorry, but what she says goes.”

The man in front of him is big, younger than him by at least ten years. If Robby got close to him, he thinks they’d look at each other eye to eye.

That said, he thinks a simple punch would get him on the floor, in case he loses his mind. Not like he can do it though, he’s not about to lose his license over some stupid ass man that has more air than brain inside his skull.

“I could sue you for this.”

His voice rises, setting Robby on high alert in seconds. He gets his hands out of his hoodie and threads them behind his back.

“You are free to do so, sir, but we are following the law and the mother’s wishes. She set on record her consent for vaccines whenever they are required.”

He already feels frustrated by not giving it to him as soon as he arrived. It was a deep cut, deep enough that the cleaning was messy and had made Javadi turn a little pale. McKay had held the little boy’s head while it happened until he passed out, then had asked Robby for her break and ran outside, to the ambulance bay.

“You’re not getting a single fucking thing inside my boy, you hear me?”

It rings louder this time, loud enough that everything seems to quiet down outside the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Dana approaching. He takes a few seconds to step back and shake his head, motioning for Mateo instead.

Relief fills him when she doesn’t protest, only to be squished as soon as he notices she turns around and goes to the room you’re in. You’re right outside, standing at the curtain with your hands shaking. Dana grabs you and pushes you inside, closing the blue cloth behind her.

Fuck.

He turns back around, rising his hands with his palms open.

“Sir, please calm down. This is a hospital, there are many other patients here that would appreciate some silence.”

It comes out harsher than he intended. The man walks closer to him, and Robby was right, they meet eye to eye.

Mateo comes inside right then.

“Should I call security?”

Some sort of stupidity must be infecting him today, cause he raises his eyebrow before he speaks. “I don’t know. Should we, sir?”

He braces for impact when the man’s face turns red.

Oh well, at least he’ll have some days off.

You looked so shaken, eyes darting around the room in search of the voice that kept yelling. He never likes to see his patients so unsettled, but God, what he had felt was something else entirely. It was almost like someone was choking him, tied down to the place he’s standing at while he was forced to take the beating.

He’ll go take a look at you right after Langdon fixes his soon to be broken nose, he decides.

“Are you out of your fucking mind, you imbecile?”

A woman comes rushing inside the room, pushing the man that was about to punch him away from Robby.

He won’t admit it to anyone, ever, but he almost cries out of relief. He really likes his nose to be intact.

“Get the fuck out.”

She’s the mother, he notices. They come to the hospital for check ups often enough that he recognises her, even if he’s just treated them once before, after Dylan threw up blood once only to discover it was just a nosebleed that had gone to his stomach.

“I’m not going anywhere, he’s my son too. Where does it say he’s only Sydney’s?”

The mother, apparently Sydney, scoffs. “By law, he is, remember? You don’t have fucking custody and I was stupid enough to allow you to see him, but not anymore. Get the fuck out before I call the cops.”

A few beats pass. Mateo looks at Robby like he has the answer for world peace right at the palm of his hands, so he sighs and gets between them.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to remind you that this is a hospital and we cannot allow you to have this type of behaviour here. If you don’t stop now, I’m gonna ask you both to leave.”

He seriously thinks he’s about to get tackled to the floor by both of them before Sydney nods and grabs the man by his arm, pulling him away. “I’m sorry, we’ll keep it quiet. Can you tell me what’s going on with Dylan?”

He nods, nodding at Mateo so he can go get McKay and Withaker. “We’ve stitched the wound and had to sedate him to do so, he was in blind panic when they arrived and made it nearly impossible for us to treat him properly. He’ll be fine, one of our doctors will explain further to you. For now, we need to get him a tetanus shot too, to prevent any infection.”

Sydney nods, ignoring the way the father glares at her. Robby’s sure he’ll end up being escorted out of the place sometime soon, but he’ll deal with it later. “He got the full scheme when he was little, if that matters.”

“Unfortunately, since the wound was dirty, we had to stitch it together, and it has been close to ten years, the booster is needed. He’ll be fine more than likely, this is just protocol.”

Once she tells him the go ahead, McKay comes inside smiling at her. Whitaker understandably looks six seconds away from jumping out of his skin.

With a warning look to both of them, he steps outside and tries his best to appear nonchalant as he nearly runs to your room.

His stomach twists in knots when he hears you sniffing inside, but he doesn’t dare go in.

He catches Dana’s soft tone talking to you in reassurance, doesn’t quite get any words but knows how she looks like, bent over by your side, rubbing your back while she holds your hand.

The baby girl is quiet now, probably taking her much needed rest after crying for so long and getting a relief from her colics. He can’t really help it when a smile blooms over his face, picturing you holding her and talking softly. You’re so pretty, but it makes him dizzy to think what you must look like when you’re loving your daughter. There’s something so soft and gentle about you, tender in a way that he didn’t believe possible in times like these. A raw, dormant part inside him wants to jump out and wrap itself around your frame, letting your arms keep the baby close to your chest while he keeps you safe inside his.

He nearly jumps to the roof when Dana steps out and finds him in the middle of the daydream. A nervous laugh bubbles out of him when she raises her eyebrow at him, but he brushes it off and clears his throat.

“So, how’s she doing?”

Dana shrugs. “Better now that you’ve shut that piece of shit up. Good job, doc.”

He preens at the praise, satisfied with helping you feel better in any way possible.

He doesn’t dare ask to go inside, afraid of shaking you further. Still, he thinks he can ride the high of having helped you until he has a chance to see you again.

He doesn’t really expect you to step outside and stare at him with wet eyes, clutching a piece of cloth-a baby’s blanket, he thinks, close to your chest. His legs feel like jelly.

“Are you okay, doctor Robby?”

Dana, that traitor, scurries off, leaving him with his mouth hanging open.

“W-well I-uhm, yes ma’am, don’t worry.” He gives you a shaky smile, so pathetic he can feel his entire face turn red. “All in a day’s work.”

You frown at him. “That’s awful.”

A stupid little nervous laugh leaves his mouth, rubbing his neck subconsciously.

“I hope it didn’t bother you too much, I try-we, we try our best to keep things as calm as possible here.”

You shake your head. And there it is again, that subtle shift between the scared woman he’s dying to take care of and this other version that seems ready to eat the world whole.

“I’m fine, it just set me off a little. It hasn’t been the easiest day today.”

He nods in understanding, wringing his hands while wrecking his brain in hopes of finding a way to keep you here, talking to him for hours and hours and eternity and then more.

“Hopefully we can keep it this way now.”

A sweet smile is gifted to him again.

“I know you’ll try your best, doctor Robby. Thank you.”

You go back inside your room, and he has to brace himself against the wall. Holy fuck.

There is no way he’ll stay with just your name and a one time meeting. He needs to figure something out before you leave, or else he’ll regret it for the rest of his life.

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imperialtopaz · 23 hours ago

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Pick A Pile - How will May 2025 unfold for you?

Pile 1 – 👑 Pile 2 – 💁 Pile 3 – 😁 Pile 4 – 🍀 Pile 1 👑 – Song: Headphones On by Addison Rae – “You can’t fix what’s already broken, you just have to let go and be in the moment.” – If you’ve been seeing 333 a lot, that’s a sign. There’s this strong empress type energy around you;think creativity, growth, and feminine support. – This month is all about shifting your focus. Stop looking at what you’ve lost and start thinking about what you want to create in your life. – Put your energy into those creative ideas you’ve been sitting on. Reach out to friends, connect with people who lift you up. – Whatever you do now is going to matter a lot in the months leading up to November. Something big is comingm, like a surprise opportunity you’ve always dreamed of. – I’m getting the vibe of growing up or growing out of a situation you’ve outgrown. You won’t be in the same place you are now in a few months. So if things feel a little stuck right now, just focus on the small steps forward. – I also see this nurturing, motherly energy around you, someone who’s going to help you stay grounded and remind you to appreciate what you already have. If you know this person, try to keep them around because they will help you a lot. – Honestly, you might already have everything you need, you just might not see it clearly yet. Try changing your perspective. Life’s probably better than you think right now.

Pile 2 💁 – The word “treacherous” came through pretty strongly. There might be some kind of unexpected betrayal around you. It kinda feels like not everything has come to light yet… – It might be time for you to take a step back and reevaluate the people in your social circle. – Some folks might see you as someone who “has it all,�� and that could be stirring up some jealousy. – That jealousy might lead to drama, rumors, or gossip especially from people who don’t really show their true colors upfront. – If your gut’s been picking up on something weird or off about someone, trust it. Someone’s not being fully honest about their intentions with you. – You may have to let go of people you once believed were solid. That can be painful, especially if it involves grieving the loss of a relationship or friendship. – But in the long run, it’s better to know who’s really in your corner. Keep your energy protected, you’re not wrong for being cautious. Pile 3 😁 – This pile might be feeling kinda.. meh lately like you’ve been stuck in a routine. But deep down you're craving for something more exciting. – At the same time, you might not be the biggest fan of change or stepping outside of what feels familiar. – There’s definitely a theme here around fear of the unknown, not knowing what’s next can be scary, but it’s also where growth happens. – Nothing new is gonna come in if you keep doing the same thing every day. You have to shake things up a bit. – Try something different, try a new makeup, talk to that person, take a risk, start that thing you’ve been thinking about. – Life won’t really start until you do. Pile 4 🍀 – This pile has been putting in work, whether it’s on a project, a skill, or just working on becoming a better version of yourself. There’s definitely an energy of growth and improvement here. – I’m seeing a full-on rebirth, a really positive shift is coming your way. – Travel is also showing up here. It might be to a place you’ve been before, maybe your hometown, an old city, or somewhere from your past There you will see just how much you’ve changed and grown since the last time you were there. – You’re stepping into something new. You’re not stuck anymore. – Someone from your past might pop up too, possibly someone who lives far away and wants to reconnect. – The direction you’re heading in is the right one, and you have spiritual and energetic support backing you up. – Any delays or blocks you were dealing with before? They’re being cleared. Your spirit team is making sure things start falling into place for you. – A possible relocation could be in the cards too..new energy, new place, new you.

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twdfemmefetal · 9 hours ago

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Daryl Dixon Headcanon

How Daryl acts when he has a crush on you ⭒

Can’t look you in the eyes for shit

Daryl keeps his eyes far away from your line of sight. As if you couldn’t already tell he was more nervous around you than with anybody else, he fears catching your gaze because the mere thought of you being able to read what’s behind them and discovering his secret infactuation for you is mortifying. "Hey, Dar, can you show me where this part of the map leads?" You said as you approached a busy Daryl working on his bike. The archer pulled a rag from his back pocket to wipe off the grease from his hands and kept his distance from you as much as possible. "Ye, which area ya talk'm bout?" You turned to face him and connected your gaze with his. His eyes were blue, ocean blue. You didn't realize how beautiful the Georgia light made them stand out, but what you couldn't help but shake was the slight twinkle in his eyes. Daryl dropped the map he held and quickly shifted his eyes from you. "Fuck m'sorry ." Daryl shook his head and couldn't help but feel embarrassed at his clumsiness. His face turned tomato red as he watched you bend to pick it up with a soft chuckle. "It's okay!" With trembling hands, Daryl took the map from you again and hurried up with an answer.

Always brings you something extra

Daryl can’t help but think of you on his runs or hunting trips. When he passes a clothing rack, he always thinks of what colors or types of clothing would look good on you. He brings the clothes back in the guise of expanding the wardrobe for the people in the prison, knowing you’d always get first grabs at the clothes since you help take inventory. Daryl's lip quirks up when he sees you flaunting the shirt he picked for you, knowing how beautiful you would look in it. "Nice shirt." Daryl would comment, eyeing you just enough to savor the sight but not enough to show you how telling his gaze was.

Defends you, anytime, anywhere, whether you're present or not

As Daryl's crush on you grew stronger, his need to protect you grew exponentially. Daryl felt a desire to defend your honor, name, and what you stood for. In this world, you were becoming his light in a dark place. Having a short temper didn't help, especially when people had your name in their mouths. "We need volunteers to go look for supplies." Rick piped up. Daryl's eyes shifted to those who raised their hands, Glenn, Dale, T Dog, and you. His eyes widen slightly, shifting anxiously. The thought of you out there put him on edge. "Why don't ya just sit back and look pretty sweetheart, let the men handle this." Shane chuckled at your enthusiasm. "Dont talk to er' like that unless ya want an arrow up yer ass." Daryl practically growled at Shane, defending you from his misogynistic comments. You heard the other guys snort and flashed Daryl a soft smile, a silent 'thank you' as a mutual understanding between you two. Daryl nodded back at you in response, knowing he always has your back. Eventually, the group would understand that Daryl didn't play about you, and would start to assume something was going on between the both of you.

Lingering hands....can't help but find any excuse to touch you

Daryl is pretty good at staying restrained. He's not like other men; when he crushed on you, he crushed hard. He tried everything to not let his perversions of you unravel. How much he thought about loving you, touching you, and feeling you. At some point, he couldn't hold back. He couldn't help but let his fingers linger on you, whether it was to move you out of his way softly, or just to make sure to grab you while the group had separated after the fall of the prison. He always needed you near. You were bored, beyond belief, as Rick was explaining a new strategy of where to look for supplies near Alexandria. "Does anyone wanna volunteer to go? We need two people." You were the first to raise your hand, and quickly after, Daryl did as well. You glanced up at him with a soft smirk, he nodded at you in response, and Rick dismissed the meeting, causing everyone to leave the room as Rick was now to give you both the rundown. As you and Daryl started to head out of the house, you couldn't help but feel your legs turn to jelly when Daryl placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the house. You looked up at him and shot him a soft smile. He didn't dare to see the look on your face when he did that. He didn't know why it felt like second nature, but god did he love it.

Jealous when anyone else makes you laugh or smile

Daryl didn't make it easy when it came to showing that he had feelings for you; in fact, you didn't believe it at first, no matter how many times Carol tried to tell you. It also didn't help that he would practically act like you're invisible anytime he was around you, not giving you the time of day to try to interact with you, let alone get to know you better. But deep down, it was the complete opposite of that, Daryl was so down bad for you, that when he saw Spencer making you laugh just a few feet away from his and Carol's porch, he felt his blood boil. The way you were flashing Spencer a cheeky smile, with a small twinkle in your eyes, and how you would softly nudge Spencer's shoulder when he made a “joke”. He couldn't control his anger anymore. He couldn’t help it; his feet were on the concrete before he could even process. He was up and walking towards you guys when he saw Spencer tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Aye, girl, ya mind helpin' me out with sum?” Daryl would ask you while shooting daggers in Spencer’s direction. “Of course, Daryl! Anything for you.” You were beyond grateful for Daryl showing up in the middle of Spencer’s unwanted flirting. As you made your way towards Daryl, he placed a hand on the small of your lower back, guiding you along with him. You couldn’t help but blush as you felt his thumb softly rub against your exposed skin. Daryl couldn’t help but glare one last time behind his shoulder, making sure Spencer understood you were his.

Showing you how to hunt, survive, finding more excuses to get you alone with him

Daryl, as we all know, isn't the type to tell you he willingly wants to spend alone time with you. He would have to find excuses to get you to come on runs, hunts, and rides with him. He wouldn't allow you to see what he truly felt for you by showing you that it was just a guise for something more meaningful for him. “Girl, do ya wanna learn how to survive or not?” Daryl would scoff out as you looked up at him from your seat. “Daryl it’s just so damn early, why do we have to do this at the ass crack of dawn?” You couldn’t help but whine as you tried to wake up, softly rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Daryl just shook his head in response and grabbed onto your forearm, jostling you up and along with him down into the covers of the Georgia forest. Some time later, you and Daryl would be emerging from the tree line. You would be smiling from ear to ear when you had finally managed to crack Daryl and made him laugh at one of your jokes. But the pleading question returned to your mind once more. And you couldn't wait to hold it in anymore. "Daryl, why do you only take me with you?" He shot you a questioning glance and tensed up at your intrusive question. "C-cause yer' the only one with a god damn brain around here tha's why." His hesitation caught your ears, and it was impossible to miss the crimson hue that had quickly crept up to his cheeks and ears.

Angry outbursts at himself after he says something that could possibly hurt your feelings

It wouldn't take much to get on Daryl's nerves, but when he is crushing on someone, he would make the extra effort to sensor his words around you. Make sure to let out his anger on others and other objects before he would ever let it out on you, but Daryl isn't perfect, he would slip up sometimes and incidently hurt your feeling without meaning to. "God dammit woman, its like ya got shit for brains sum' times ya know that?!!" You flinched at the tone of his voice. You were used to his moods, his outbursts on others, but not on you, not like this. As much as you wanted to yell at him, cry, fight back in some sort of way, instead you chose to walk away. Daryl knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't have said what he said to you that night; he was just so angry with how you almost went out of your way and almost got hurt on the run with him. He felt terrible, and wanted to hurt himself for how bad he hurt you. That same night, as you walked towards your cell to sleep for the night, you saw a single white rose laid out on your pillow. You couldn't help but let out a soft smile when realized that this was the archers way of apologizing. Daryl was never the type to verbally express himself, but for you, you understood just what he meant.

Big ol' softie to you once he gets comfortable with you

It would be no easy task to break Daryl out of his shell. But with trust, determination, and patience, you were soon rewarded by a very cuddly, protective Daryl. Once he gets comfortable enough and has expressed his feelings to you, Daryl acts like a big ol' teddy bear whenever he comes to bed at night's end. NO ONE can see him this way but you. He simply wouldn't allow people to see his soft side unless it was his lover. After a three-day run with Glenn, Daryl's return to the prison was finally the reassurance you needed to be able to relax once more. You knew that longer runs were typically riskier, and if they are prolonged any longer than they need to be, you always fear that something bad will happen. But once Carl had opened those gates and you heard his motorcycle's revving, you were ecstatic to see his face. You couldn't wait any longer as you latched your arms around his neck. Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist while he held the crossbow in the other hand, burying his neck in the crook of your neck. "Im so happy you're home, I missed you, D." His warm chuckle made you let him go as you softly looked up at him. "I missed ya, too, bunny."

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bwobgames · 1 day ago

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She and her tea time companion sit for dinner

She asks for the fish, see if they're really better than the ones from the capital

…Well damn. Those southerners were right. Or maybe it's just the way it's cooked. Surely.

Marigold is used to eating in 5 star restaurants, but she'll never prefer them over Nina's home cooked meals.

She finds the train interesting, but not enough to go snoop around, even with all that haunted nonsense.

But she fears their companions might not agree.

She looks around at everyone, snooping at their expressions.

First is her seatmate, Nina.

…She seems to be thinking about something. Worried, maybe.

She'd like to ask, but Nina probably wont like to air her troubles with everyone present.

Could it be… that she forgot something at home?

Is she worried about their clothes? The south is cold after all, even in summer.

Ah, maybe it's because Nadia has been asking for a cat. Maybe she's worried about cleaning all that.

Or perhaps it's something even more simple than that. Maybe she saw a bit of hair on her plate but doesn't want to bother the server.

Hopefully she doesn't believe all that talk about ghosts. Hopefully she is not thinking about that.

Hopefully she is not punishing herself with him again.

…She'll ask after this.

Marigold is not letting that man, alive or dead, give her pain.

Even if Nina herself allows it to.

Their own table mates seem to be in a light conversation about their plans for their camping.

They seem awfully cheery for people who were talking about their dead friend a few hours ago.

Then again, people deal with that differently. She shouldn't judge.

She would know, as several gossip outlets have been judging her for her way of grieving.

Please, she had plenty of time to grieve for her best friend when Nadia was born.

The person that died back then was only wearing his skin.

Moving on to another table, she sees Oliver.

Who is clearly not present at the moment.

He's usually a very observant person, but gets introspective at times.

She has seen him say his observations out loud. And somehow nobody diagnosed him until now.

Ángel seems to be in a strange conversation with Natalia about… conspiracy theories? She's good at making connections, she'll give her that.

Seems like that Sebastian boy is also interested in the passing of trees, or perhaps is he looking at…?

These young people are getting bolder everyday.

She heard that Oliver wasn't doing too well lately. She’ll make sure to invite him for tea.

Marigold might not be the most… warm of people. Their business partners love to make that known. But she'll try her best to make his friends feel comfortable. She'll defeat the stereotype of the evil divorced cold hearted girlboss!!

Wow, she fits a lot of that.

Speaking of her loved ones, she moves on to her- Oh?

That little berry. Thinking he got away with it. She saw that! No phones at the table!

Although… It's not the worst thing to do. He does get nervous around new people so hanging around his internet friends might make him feel better…

But he should be concentrating on his food! It will make him feel fuller and actually enjoy it! Also what if he's watching weird attention span shortening things? He already has trouble focusing!

Ah, but she shouldn't be controlling what he watches online. Or should she? there's a lot of evil people out there ready to scam him monetarily or psychologically. But wouldn't that be a breach of privacy? But what if he's hiding it?

What if he's putting himself in danger again?

He looks like his father.

Marigold cannot say she thinks highly of her mother career. Clearly something went wrong if her kids were so ready to accept an sketchy invitation from the person they put in jail.

Nadia is brave and highly capable, this is obvious. But she really wishes her daughter would ask for help sometimes. To her mother, for example.

Is she thinking of the haunted thing? She knows about that.

Marigold let any interaction between Him and Nadia go on without issue. They didn't fight, they didn't yell, and Nadia needs her father in her life, right? That's what everyone says. So she let them be.

She's still not sure if there was any way to make that better.

Maybe if Marigold wasn't so focused on her gross lesbian fling she would've been a better mother.

…That thought sounded suspiciously like her mother. When will her words disappear from her own head?

“No, mother in my head, ‘Lesbian’ is not a bad word”

She's well old and she's still not sure about those labels for herself.

For now she'll stick with ally. Ángel loves it.

Seems like their own tablemate is also not having a good time. Is he still worried about his career prospects? Seems like her advice of computer programming wasn't convincing enough.

She knows he's looking for something in the same university as Simon. Maybe even the same career?

She loves him like his own child, just like she loves Eva like a sister, so she's worried Owen is putting friendship above his own future. Although, does he even know what he wants?

It's a hard question to ask for a young man like him, it's also something she deeply envies.

She tries not to think about it, but sometimes she dreams.

If she had the choice, what could have she studied?

She could've been an actress, a vet, a scientist, a gardener, a competitive swimmer.

She could've had everything to choose.

She could've had the option to choose.

Some nights she can't help but think she was doomed from the start.

A destiny written in stone.

Time she'll never have back.

Maybe in another life, she'll make all the right choices.

In another life she'll marry Nina, and use Him for insemination.

She'll have her berries, her wife, her friends and a fun career.

and everything will be perfect.

Yeah, right. What is she, a high art major?

There's no thing as perfect or fair in this world.

Her parents might not have been the warmest, but they were right.

To get to such a place, sacrifices need to be made.

Take, steal, cheat-

Kill, if necessary.

And she's done most of those.

“Haha, we really were made for each other”

“But death already did us part”

Accepting reality is never easy. But if she doesn't, who will?

Enough complaining, as Oliver would say: “You're literally rich”

The last person is- what.

What is she doing. Is she… constipated or something?

Vivi is a mystery.

And she'll be a case of lost media if she doesn't bring back DnD nights soon.

Who does Mari have to threaten at her job to give her time?

That small ball of passion, at times a friend at times her 4th child.

Oh, she choked on her water. Truly future pulitzer winner reporter extraordinaire Vivi Villalobos.

At least she doesn't seem somberly worried?

As food is over, she excuses herself to go wash her teeth.

It's 10 pm

#detective beebo overnight train #just this today. back to the commune now #fun fact i have like 30 minutes of free time on the week #this was awfully late due to: just no inspiration #man.

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moon-mage · 1 day ago

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I finally let myself work on something without obsessing over every wrong detail and caring so much about how I’m not as perfect and productive as everyone else around me :0 This was insanely therapeutic for I have not went so hard on a piece in a hot minute. Especially with this hard ink/soft coloring combo I used to do all the time…

Yes this AU has made a comeback in my brain because when am I not ever obsessed with vampire themes? And it just got more expansive and dramatic. I'm working on writing out like…some bulletpoints and stuff for the world for I did take some themes from BTVS but nothing major that you’d have to know the show to understand.

Also yeah, Jamil GLOWS UP in this despite me seemingly having a thing for making him struggle and suffer like all the time. All he needed was some hot vampire boyfriends to encourage him to be the baddest motherfucker ever and it worked. Yippie! :D

Anyway here’s what I got for these three so far under the cut~ I added Kalim and Rook too since they are main characters...just didnt get around to drawing them yet hehe.

Jamil Viper - Chosen vampire slayer from the Scalding Sands, Jamil was raised in preparation to fulfill his prophecy of becoming one of the most powerful Slayers to have ever lived. By that meaning, being a pawn for both the powerful witch coven of the Al-Asims and watchmen council who 'advises' the slayers. Jamil's unique power makes him damn near perfect to fight vampires for he can resist the thrall and even manipulate the minds and wills of lesser vampires. Jamil has an incredible self-awareness wants to break free of his chains but isn't sure the cost is worth it…until he runs into two powerful vampires who change his world forever.

Leona Kingscholar - Former prince of Sunset Savana and younger brother of the most cherished Slayer in history, Falena Kingscholar. Leona has a reputation of being one of the most dangerous vampires out there…that carries from his reputation from his human life. When Leona was human, he was one of the most powerful hunters out there. Unafraid to tackle any horrors in the dark which consequentiality made him feared by his own people. Rumor has it, Leona's turning was orchestrated by the Watchmen Council because of Falena's refusal to comply with them. That's why people guess he actively works against the council and their followers.

Vil Schoenheit - Vil was destined to become one of the greatest witches of his time. He started his own coven at the age of 18 which brought in a loyal following. Vil was outspoken about his work with darker and tabooer magics…which had more people seeking him out especially because he was significantly less predatory than the "trusted" Al-Asims. It was revealed upon Leona Kingscholar's turning that Vil had the ability to soothe and control a newborn vampire's innate madness. Sadly, not too long after that news spread…Vil's entire coven was slaughtered, leaving him the only survivor. Leona Kingscholar had found Vil and claimed he was already turned when he found him…no one is sure if that's entirely correct.

Kalim Al-Asim - Kalim is the successor of the archmage title of the Al-Asim family, a very prominent and influential family of witches. This is very controversial in the family because Kalim is predominately a light mage, a lot of his magic is restoration and healing which is seen as a sign of weakness by those who work in the business of eradicating the creatures of the night. Kalim has spent most of his life just going with it, not entirely sure of the dangers and horrors he was expected to face someday…and whenever he tried to ask, he was silenced or yelled at. Deep down he feels something isn't right…and it becomes more obvious when he finally starts to experience and understand Jamil's struggles. He wants to fight for the right cause but he isn't sure how without dire consequences to both himself and Jamil.

Rook Hunt - Rook is from the Hunt family, a mysterious and shady family of vampire hunters who rose to power after the dramatic fall of the Rosehearts family. The Hunt family are the Watchmen Council's most trusted hunters and Rook has been chosen to advise the Slayer and his Mage… to make sure they stay on the "right path". Rook has had his own agenda for years low key. He is all too aware of the corruption the Watchmen council bring and first hand and lost his first love due to their cruelty and negligence. He vows to seek vengeance for the beauty taken from this world at the hands of the watchmen council…and he hopes to guide the gorgeous slayer and his luminous mage into the safety of the darkness with the two beautiful vampires he swore his allegiance to.

Clarification: Leona and Vil are significantly older than Jamil but got turned in their early 20's...and they knew each other when they were alive and were even childhood...uh friends? Rivals? Annoyances? I'll elaborate more on that another time uwu

OLDER STUFF OF THIS AU

Here’s also the not textured/glowy eyed version

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #n2 squad #twst #disney twisted wonderland #☾vampire!au #leovil #jamileo #jamivil #vampire au #twst wonderland #twst fanart #twst au #my art #kalim al asim #rook hunt

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domxmarvel · 10 hours ago

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P*rnstar

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Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

The work you do carried a heavy stigma but you didn't care,and the money more than made up for it. You had plenty of fans,mostly older rich men who had nothing better to spend their money on,but you also had plenty of women watching you. One in particular being very active,you'd see her username on almost every post you made.

One of your most loyal fans,you were getting ready for a new livestream. It was more casual,and of course the very first person there as usual her user name popped up.

Billiee00: "Hey baby" her message appeared on your screen. She usually either call you baby or pornstar.

"Hey,Billie" you said back,watching as other people joined the live.

Billiee00: "You look really pretty tonight" She kept her attention on you,commenting on your looks,your outfit and your surroundings. Clearly having a bit of a crush on you.

"Thank you" you subtly posed for her "I remember you told me you liked this makeup last time."

Billiee00: "That's why you're my fav" It was almost a challenge to see how well you paid attention to her,her messages and things she said. Maybe it was a little obsessive. Soon the viewers went from 156 to 680 making the comments flow in,her comments being drowned by the others.

“Show a little more skin babe!”

“How did you start doing this stuff”

“Is this gonna get hot?”

“You look so hot” A few people asked how long the stream would go for,others giving you tips and advice. But most people were just horny,and most of the guys were trying to get your actual attention and keep you entertained. The sound of the tip notification rang out,with the name of the user who had sent you a tip. The top of the screen displaying the username and the amount. Most of them where small amounts,just 5-10 dollars or so from different users,since it was still early in the stream. But one of them was a 100 dollar tip,causing you to look down in surprise at the username.

Billiee00: "That was me,you look extra pretty in those next panties." It was only a few moments before more people tipped,a few people trying to out do her tip,but she just kept out tipping them. She wanted to be the top tipper. You appreciate her jealous and how she wanted all your attention,and you did also enjoy how it made you more money thanks to her. In the span of around 10 minutes,she had doubled the amount of the tips that you made. She loved seeing you so focused on her,like she was your main priority and everyone else was just an afterthought.

"I'll make this a bit more fun,five minutes and then my top tipper will get to pick what I wear for Wednesday's live" That grabbed peoples attention,even hers. The tip notifications where coming in at a rapid pace now,people wanting to be your top tipper so they could pick your outfit for the next stream. It was almost too fast to keep up with,people tipping hundreds at a time. Clearly they all wanted to be the ones to pick your outfit,it was like a competition to them,and of course she was going to win. There was about 10 seconds left on the timer and the highest tipper wasn't her,it was a guy who was currently sitting at 600$ but there were still seconds left. You counted out loud the remaining seconds."Five four three two one" and just as you said 'one' a notification rang out with her name,she had waited until the last second so no one could out tip her.

Billiee00: "What do you think of my last second surprise?” There it was,she'd tipped you 1000$. Now everyone knew she had the best tipping power,and if anyone wanted to prove her wrong they'd have to outdo her first.

"I'd say I owe you a private show for that"

Billiee00: "You'd do that for me?"

"Anything for my best client"

Billiee00: "When can we do it?"

“I'll send you a message and we can work it out,also think about what you want me to wear"

Billiee00: "I already know what I want you to wear." The chat was now filled with people being jealous. They had a good reason to be jealous,she was getting an actual private show from you,and in anything she wanted. Nothing they could tip or say would get them to that level with you. She was more than happy to let them know it too. Billiee00: "You all wish you were getting a private show"

You wrapped up the show and messaged Billie.

"What do you want me to wear?" You asked,wondering what she had in mind.

Billiee00: "Have you any fishnets? preferably in black"

"I have fishnets,what else?"

Billiee00: "How about a skirt,a really short one"

"And the top?"

Billiee00: "I'd like you to wear a crop top,I love it when you wear them" After you were dressed you set up your camera and started the show for her. Immediately she sent you a message. Billiee00: "I want to see you twirl around for me" You pushed your computer chair away and stood up,slowly twirling to show off the outfit. Billiee00: "You look so amazing in that,I knew I picked well."

"You always do," You said,sitting back down.

Billiee00: "Can I request something else?"

"Anything for me favorite subscriber"

Hours later you messaged her.

"By the way,you still have to think about what you want me to wear for Wednesday's stream. You still won that after all." You reminded her.

Billiee00: "I've actually already decided"

"Does it have something to do with the package I received?"

Billiee00: "You already got it? It was quick,I figured it would take a few days"

"I haven't opened it yet but I'll unbox it on Wednesday”

Billiee00: "You have to promise to open it on stream then,I want to see you wearing it as soon as possible"

"I promise"

On Wednesday you started the stream,watching the comments flood in. Many comments were being flooded,all of them tipping and asking for different things. Some were even asking about things you had done in the private stream. But her comments still caught your eye. She had tipped you a few times already,but the amount she was tipping was much more than the other people. She wanted to be noticed and make sure everyone knew that you were her favourite to tip and that she was the one who got a private show.

"Yes,Billie I see you" you knew she was trying to get your attention. "You got my attention"

Billiee00: "Of course I want your attention,baby" You held up the box,talking to the camera.

"I got your package and I'll open it on camera like you asked." You opened it to find a pair of lace panties and an oversized shirt. The panties were new but the shirt had been worn and smelled of perfume. It was her shirt,that's what she wanted you to wear. As you took out the piece of fabric,it was obvious it was hers. The lingering scent of the perfume was sweet,and it was easy to tell that it was hers,it was just like she was there in the room with you.

Billiee00: "You like my little gift?"

"Of course when you get the choice it's not something scandalous,it's just your shirt" You chuckled.

Billiee00: "Take the shirt,take it and put it on" Her name popped up along with another notification $200

"Of course I'm gonna wear it" You stripped on camera,slowly putting on a show. She was throwing tips and comments rapidly your way.

Billiee00: "Keep going,baby I want to see more." $300

Billiee00: "Mmm,my favourite little show girl. Looking so beautiful for me." $150

Billiee00: "You look so sexy in it, my baby" $400

Billiee00: "You look amazing in my shirt. So beautiful and just for me" $350

"Slow down there,don't want you running out of money" You winked,putting on her shirt,you knew that wasn’t a fear and you just wanted to tease.

Billiee00: "Don't worry about me running out of money,just let me tip you all I want,my baby " $1500

Billiee00: "my little pornstar,in my shirt"

She began to use the other name again,the one she used when she was possessive. She wanted to make sure you knew exactly who you belonged to and no one could do anything about it.

"Really showing off today aren't you,Billie?"

Billiee00: "Of course I am,baby."

"Making me wear your shirt and taking all my attention" you smirked.

Billiee00: "Do you like wearing my shirt,baby?"

"Maybe,your perfume is nice" you took a whiff from her shirt. "Which perfume is that?" You asked her.

Billiee00: "I can send you a bottle if you'd like"

"Jumping at the chance to spoil me,huh?"

Billiee00: "I love to spoil you,that's what I do best." Spoiling you is her favorite thing to do,and she's not shy to spend any amount of money on you.

Billiee00: "I'll send you a whole bottle of the perfume I wear,baby. So you can always smell like me." Her next comments were all attached to tips.

Billiee00: $600 "I want you so badly,baby"

Billiee00: $300 "I can't keep my eyes off of you"

Billiee00: $500 "You look so perfect, my show girl"

Billiee00: $250 "I love seeing you in my shirt,baby"

Billiee00: $300 "My favorite little show girl"

"Hold on,Billie. Let me plug my toy and connect it to your tips" Despite your telling her to slow down and wait she didn't stop.

Billiee00: $900 "You're so addictive, my show girl"

Billiee00: $700 "I can't stop tipping, baby"

Billiee00: $400 "God you look so amazing in that shirt"

Billiee00: $300 "You know exactly what you're doing to me,my baby" You set up your toy and connected it to her tips.

"It's set up for you,it'll vibrate when you send me tips," You arched your back,softly moaning as she continued not holding back at all. Your moans turned louder. She kept tipping, sending the toy into another fit of fast and strong buzzing. "Yes,yes Billie" you moaned out,knowing it could drive her crazy.

Billiee00: "Baby say my name, say my name, say it. Only my name,not anyone else,just my name" You repeated her name over and over until you reached your peak. She hasn't slowed down.

Billiee00: "Keep saying my name,I want more."

She had lost count of how much she had tipped, but it didn't matter to her. She was completely entranced.

She didn't slow down when you finally reached your peak,she was in control and wanted to keep the vibrations going as much as possible,hearing how you reacted and moaned her name. You were quickly becoming overstimulated,you couldn't take more.

"Please slow down,Billie. Please" you begged her.

Billiee00: "I'll slow down,baby. I don't want to overwhelm you" She sent a few more tips, but slowed down quite drastically now.

"That was incredible" You were out of breath.

Billiee00: "It really was. I just couldn't help myself,baby,you know how much I love tipping your streams." After the stream you sent her a video of you touching yourself in her shirt as you loudly moaned her name. You had sent the video like a letter signing it with. -from your favorite pornstar She watched it over and over,saving it immediately and listening to you moan her name, over and over again. She knew the video was just for her, no one else was meant to see you like that,it was just for her. It was like a personal little gift,something just for her. She even thought about working it into one of her songs. She hid the moans within the melody,making it blend seamlessly but if you listen closely you'd hear the moans. And one word made it through a bit muffled but it was you moaning her name. She loved the idea,and even more she loved that no one but her would know what that sound was. No one else would be able to guess what that sound really was,but she knew,and she was the only one who would know. The song immediately became a massive hit,like every song she made. She hadn't stopped messaging you or attending your streams. No one could deny that the song was a hit,it had everyone talking and speculating about the odd noise in the melody. But no one had any real clue what they actually were,and no one knew the answer but her. One thing that people caught in the song was some girl moaning Billie's name. Immediately speculating who the woman was. Everyone was speculating who the moan belonged to,and all the comments were about trying to figure out who it was. She watched as people tried to put a name to the voice,and each guess was farther off than the last. None of them knew,and it satisfied her to see them so clueless. But most people were convinced that it must've been Billie's new girlfriend.

You were busy and finally had gotten a house,letting you move out of your tiny studio apartment. You made some posts,thanking your subscribers for supporting you. As usual Bille was first.

Billiee00: "Congrats,baby!" She had sent a tip along with her comment. Many of your subscribers replied to your announcement,they were all congratulating you and expressing their gratitude for you. Comments like.

"You're so amazing,congratulations!"

"Can't wait to see you in your new house!" filled the comments. Later that day you had posted your wishlist and almost immediately it was bought out by one person,and you knew exactly who it was. You sent her a message.

"Couldn't have left something for someone else,huh?" You joked.

Billiee00: "Of course not,you’re my girl” She didn't even consider anyone else,no one could get the chance to spoil you like she did. You got a notification,stuff that wasn't part of your wishlist were included. She had bought your entire wishlist and added more gifts to it.

"You got my full attention,and a few private videos once I set up my studio"

Billiee00: "Mmm,I love getting your attention,baby. I can't wait for those private videos, you're so perfect." You sent her a few photos of you,they weren't too raunchy, just casual.

Billiee00: "You're so beautiful,baby! You look amazing in those pictures" One thing she saw in the background was a poster of her album cover.

Billiee00: "What's that in the background, baby? I can't quite make it out"

"Oh,the poster for the Billie eilish album? I've always wanted to go but her tickets sell out so fast"

Billiee00: "Yeah,the tickets do sell out fast. But you know, I can always get you some if you want to go. I could get backstage passes too." She sent a tip along with her comment.

"Really? You could?"

Billiee00: "Of course, baby. I can get you tickets, backstage passes, anything you want. Just say the word"

"You'd do that for me?"

Billiee00: "Oh, absolutely. I'll do anything for you, and that means getting you front row tickets, backstage passes, you name it." she replied,adding another tip.

"I would love to see her,I've been wanting that for years. She should have a performance coming up in LA in three months."

Billiee00: "Oh she's definitely got a show coming up in LA, and guess what, I can get you those tickets. Front row, backstage passes." She said, with total confidence.

"But how,that show has been sold out for months?"

Billiee00: "I've got my ways, baby. I have connections, and I can make things happen. Don't worry about how I'll do it, I'll just get it done. You'll be seeing her live, front and center, with backstage passes and everything."

About an hour later she had sent you the tickets.

Billiee00: “All set, baby. You’ve got your tickets, front row, and backstage passes. I told you I’d get it done.”

"How did you even do that,so quickly too"

Billiee00: "Oh, baby, I have my ways. Like I said, I have connections. I told you I could get you those tickets, and I never disappoint. I'll always come through for you, no matter what."

"You really are incredible"

Billiee00: "I wanna make you happy, and I'm willing to do anything to do that. So enjoy those tickets, and get ready to have the time of your life at the concert."

One week later you were at the concert,the music started and there she was. You could hardly contain your excitement as the concert started. You had dreamed of this moment,and now it was finally here. Then, there she was. She walked out on stage, looking stunning and radiating confidence. Her presence alone was enough to captivate you as she started to sing, her voice filling the entire arena. But throughout the show you felt her staring at you,not your section but you directly like she knew who you were. Her eyes fixed on you in the crowd. Even though she was performing in front of thousands of people, it was as if you were the only one she was focusing on. The song ended,giving her a few seconds to speak before the music would start again.

"How you guys doing tonight?" she asked, her voice filled with energy and excitement. The crowd roared in response, but her eyes were still fixed on you, completely ignoring everyone else. She then turned to you,before saying the next song was dedicated to someone. Then she said something,a nickname,a nickname she wasn't supposed to know. A nickname only one person would call you. She then locked eyes with you once again. "This one's for you, pornstar." She said, her voice soft but loud enough for you to hear over the music. You felt a jolt of surprise as she turned to you and dedicated the next song to you. But it was the nickname she used that really caught your attention. "Pornstar" was a nickname she wasn’t supposed to know, how did Billie Eilish know that? You were left confused and stunned as the music started up again. How could she have possibly known that,unless it was her this whole time. That would've explained it,the money,the tickets all explained. It was her all along.

#billie eilish x reader #billie x reader #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish imagine #billie imagine #billie fanfiction #billie x fem reader #billie eilish x female reader #billie smut #billie eilish smut

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peachhcs · 1 day ago

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What would happen if a player publicly made it known that he has a crush on Sammy and asked her out on live television. How and what would Will do? How would he react?

oooh omg wait that would be such fun little drama. i loveee writing a good jealousy trope. i feel like will would get really jealous, especially if it happens at a game he's playing at like someone from the other team. samy being samy would find it cute, but one look at will and he'd be like seething through his teeth because shouldn't everyone know she's his??

ok this is lowkey unrealistic bc what hockey player is gonna confess their love on live tv like this but let’s just go with it 🤗

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the sharks were playing well tonight, but islanders had the upper hand with a 3 point lead. the new york team was kind of killing them, but the boys wouldn't let that show. they were determined to scrape up any points they could manage in the 2nd period to hopefully bring it together in the 3rd.

will was up there with the older guys searching for points. him and mack were a power duo, but it unfortunately wasn't enough to pull them ahead. not to mention, there was a kid on this team will wasn't too fond of.

finn connors was one of the new rookies for the islanders after coming up from the ahl. for the past few weeks, he'd been making remarks on his twitter about samy, basically trying to flirt with her as will put it. it was starting to drive the blonde up the wall because why did this 21 year old think it was okay to basically flirt with his girlfriend like that? when will found out they were playing one another tonight, he couldn't wait to give the connors kid a run for his money.

samy was in the stands front and center. she disagreed with will about finn flirting with her, making the excuse that it was stupid to flirt with someone over twitter. plus, he had nothing to worry about. samy didn't even know finn. unfortunately, will continued to think otherwise. he trusted samy, but he did not trust finn. he knew the reputation hockey players had and while will couldn’t really talk because he was a hockey player himself, something about finn wasn’t rubbing him the right way.

the 2nd period ended 3-2. samy clapped for her boyfriend as he followed his teammates back down the tunnel. fans stood up to grab snacks or a bathroom break during intermission. the soccer players waved to some of them who recognized her, offering photos for those who wanted one. she was completely oblivious to the intermission interviews happening down on the ice, specifically with finn.

“so finn, tell us about the 2nd period. your team has been pulling ahead,” the reporter questioned as their interview appeared on the jumbotron.

“yeah, i mean we’re just giving it all we got and it’s paying off. it’s awesome with it being my first game in the nhl and all,” the boy smiled.

“how does it feel to be playing with these guys now?”

“i love it. they’re such a great team and they’ve really made me feel like i’m at home.”

“what are you looking forward to being on this team and being in the nhl?” the lady wondered and finn thought for a moment.

“honestly just meeting new people and playing some good hockey. it’s been a dream of mine to play up like this and i couldn’t be more grateful to finally get to do it. i owe it all to my teams past. i’ve definitely already made some great connections too,” the brunette chuckled.

“anyone special?”

samy finally started paying attention the the interview. she’s seen a lot of pre and post game interviews before and she definitely thought this one was on the more stranger side. the reporter seemed a lot more interested in finn’s personal life than the game at hand considering the reporters generally just asked the players about how the game was going. instead, it felt like the arena was getting an entire backstory about finn. she watched the way the boy blushed at the lady’s question while her own skin paled a bit.

maybe will wasn’t so wrong after all..

“well, there is someone who i’ve got my eye on. i actually think she’s in the crowd right now..” finn’s gaze flickered up to the stands while the others started “ooing” and wondering who he could be talking about.

“well do tell,” the reporter encouraged.

finn finally made eye contact with samy up in the stands and the girl’s heart dropped.

“i see her right up there. samy hughes, i think you’re one of the coolest girls around. i’d love it if i could take you out sometime,” finn said confidently and proudly despite knowing samy was in fact already taken.

the other fans around her cheered while samy completely froze. this had never happened to her before nor did she know what to do except stand there while the camera panned to her in the crowd. at least some of the other fans around her were confused and booed because they knew she was taken already.

will, on the other hand, had watched the entire thing from inside the locker room with a fuming expression. his teammates were shocked by what just happened out there.

“what the fuck?” eklund exclaimed.

mack glanced at his friend’s expression, about to say something but will bolted from the bench and pushed past everyone else to get out there. he wasn’t even fully dressed in his gear as he skated back onto the ice.

his anger was too strong to stop what he was about to do. how could someone willingly ask his girlfriend out on live tv knowing she was already taken? did none of those things matter to the piece of shit hockey player? will was angry.

samy saw him skate on and she could already see the anger radiating from his body. she finally came to her senses seeing will on the ice darting towards finn and the reporter.

it happened so fast.

will lifted his balled fist and the next thing he knew his knuckles were colliding with finn’s jaw and the other boy was falling backwards. the entire crowd gasped. the other sharks players were rushing onto the ice, but they were too late as will went in for another punch.

the islanders were on the ice moments later too and the next thing samy saw was an entire fight breaking out.

her phone was blowing up in her pocket probably from all of her friends who were watching the stream.

“will! will, chill out man!” mack tried pulling the blonde away as more punches were given out in the chaos.

“don’t you ever fucking dare think about going after my girl again!” will yelled at finn who bled all over the ice from his broken nose.

one of the older islanders got in between and took will down in one quick punch. something cracked as the boy stumbled back into mack.

“hey! hey! get off him!” toffoli was in the middle now trying to mediate. the refs got themselves on to try and stop the fight.

samy stood there in a daze. she saw her boyfriend bleeding from somewhere while holding his jaw and finn pouring blood from his nose. it was becoming too much for her and she needed to leave, so she did. she quickly hurried out of her seat and up the stands. she knew will got aggressive on the ice sometimes, but she’d never seen him like that before..so..possessive and so..jealous.

the fight finally broke. will skated off with a broken jaw, nasty bruises, and a half broken nose. finn wasn’t any better as the medics got him a towel to hopefully slow the bleeding.

“dude, what the hell happened?” mack asked as will sat down with a towel.

“he deserved it,” the blonde mumbled.

“dude,” mack shook his head.

“dude? he fucking asked her out on live tv. he knows i’m her boyfriend,” will snapped angrily.

“that doesn’t mean you go and punch him until you break his nose,” the brunette grumbled.

“and what else am i supposed to do? sit back and let it happen?”

“yeah, you let it go. he’s not worth fighting like that. jesus,” mack let the medic look at will’s nose and jaw that had swelled significantly. he went to go look for samy instead after seeing her escape from her seat.

the younger hockey player found her outside the arena. she was pacing back and forth when she saw mack.

“you okay?” he called to her.

“yeah, i-i think so. it just..caught me off guard,” samy mumbled.

“i-i don’t know what got into him. he’s never usually like that..” mack frowned when he saw the slight fear in the girl’s eyes that she wasn’t expressing.

“i’ve just never seen him so..angry before? i don’t know,” the girl frowned and sunk onto the bench. mack slid in beside her.

“it was uncalled for and he shouldn’t have done that. i don’t know what his problem was.”

“he was jealous of finn. he has been for awhile. i didn’t actually think finn would like..try to..do that. i..i..i just didn’t know what to do. i froze. i looked like an idiot and then will just..there was so much blood,” samy stuttered a little as she remembered seeing the blood spread across the ice and the way finn’s hand was covered as he tried stopping it before getting a towel.

“i can call blaire if you wanna go. i’ll talk to will,” mack offered which samy appreciated because maybe she did need to just leave and settle down before making any rash decision.

“yeah, actually. that’d be great. thanks mack,” samy managed a small smile.

“yeah, of course. i’ll go call her.”

blaire picked samy up 20 minutes later after her skating practice ended. she took the brunette back to her dorm while mack went back in to talk to will, hoping he was calmed down a little bit more.

will was inside the locker room in the corner. it was silent which never meant anything good. mack eyed his teammates as he went to will.

“how are you?” he wondered.

“this shit hurts like hell,” will mumbled.

“well, yeah. you broke your jaw,” the younger rookie stated. the blonde rolled his eyes though.

“i think you really freaked samy out. she left. blaire picked her up,” the boy continued.

“she left?”

“yeah, will. you fucking punched a guy until he bled to death. that’s..fucking scary,” macklin stated simply and the realization slowly set into will’s features.

“i scared her?”

macklin nodded and he watched his friend deflate and the reality of what just happened finally started to set in more.

“holy shit,” will mumbled.

“give her some time, but i’d talk to her. i think she’s just..startled is all,” the younger boy advised.

—

“and then he just..punched him. like..full swing and everything,” samy explained while blaire’s eyes widened.

“what? no way..i didn’t even know will had that in him,” the girl exclaimed.

“yeah, me neither..” samy was still thinking about earlier and how her boyfriend took finn down without any hesitation.

she knew will would never intentionally hurt her but she couldn’t help but think how badly he could hurt her if something ever were to happen. she would be quite defenseless..and not to mention how any guy was capable of something like that.

the whole idea just wasn’t sitting right with samy. she knew she had nothing to be scared of when it came to will, but seeing him like that tonight was like seeing a whole other side of him she’s never known.

“shit, samy. that’s..crazy stuff. i don’t even know what to say,” blaire admitted.

“it’s okay, i wouldn’t know what to say either,” the brunette frowned.

the door opened and blaire’s roommate came in. she smiled a bit, “hey. uh..just so you know, will’s downstairs. he’s asking for you, samy.”

the girl’s face paled. she looked at blaire who nodded encouragingly. “you should talk to him.”

samy glanced between the two girls before slowly getting off of the bed and slipping her sneakers on. she slipped out of the door and to the stairs where she braced herself for the worst.

through the door windows, she could see will sitting on one of the couches, slumped down with his hood up, probably so no one really recognized him. samy took a deep breath before pushing the door open and making herself known.

“hey,” she mumbled.

will’s head shot up and that’s when she saw the massive bruising all along his jaw and up his eyes. a small gasp escaped her lips.

“hey,” the boy croaked.

“is that all from..”

will nodded. samy shut her mouth and froze herself in front of him. the boy coughed and then sat up a bit more. “i’m sorry you had to see that.” he began.

“i had no idea you could punch like that,” samy said.

“i shouldn’t have gotten so angry..i just..i was mad because it felt like he just didn’t care that i was your boyfriend and he just wanted to get a rise out of me. i know that’s not an excuse though and i shouldn’t have punched him like that. i should have let it go and not done that in front of everyone,” will admitted upright which samy appreciated. she didn’t think she’d get an apology so soon.

“you know i would’ve said no anyway, right? you know i know i’m yours. some stupid ahl player isn’t gonna change that for me. no one could change the way i feel about you, will,” samy said and the boy frowned.

“i know, i know and i trust you. i never thought you would do anything..i just..i don’t know. i got mad and i shouldn’t have. i should have kept my cool and just ignored him,” the boy hung his head and samy frowned.

she finally sat down beside him and carefully inched her fingers under his chin so he’d look at her. she examined the sensitive purple skin and the way will’s jaw was swollen. he winced a bit under her touch.

“it’s surprising how this isn’t the first time,” samy hummed and will flushed.

“i guess i have to control my jealousy issues,” he admitted.

“maybe. it..is kind of hot but not when you’re punching someone to the point where they’re bleeding everywhere,” the soccer player said and will nodded.

“right.”

she rubbed his skin and then slowly brought his face closer so she could peck his cheek. his skin heated up and a bright blush spread across his face.

“are you scared of me?” will asked because he’d hate himself if he made samy scared of him forever after tonight.

“no, i’m not. i was just shaken up earlier is all. you could never scare me, will,” she said and kissed his cheek again. the blonde smiled and leaned forward to press his own lips to her cheek.

“i promise i’ll never let this happen again. i’ve learned my lesson,” he said.

“at least you have a cool story to tell now. fought a guy because i love my girlfriend,” samy’s laughter finally eased the tension away. the couple shared a quick kiss before deciding it was late and rest was very much needed.

samy grabbed her things from blaire’s room and headed back to will’s place where the couple would sleep until noon and ignore all the headlines forming about will’s fight.

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satancopilotsmytardis · 3 days ago

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Try New Things

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by an anonymous user. Dabi is bewildered that it turns out his weird boss pulls, and Tomura is amused that he is so obsessed with his sex life and offers him a first-hand look.

Contents: BDSM, Feminization, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay, Big Cock, Cock Shaming, Dacryphilia, Mirror Sex, Intercrural Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Corruption Kink, Creampie, Anal Gaping, Biting

Word Count: 13,930

Dabi has never entirely gotten what other people are into when it comes to sex. He doesn't have particularly strong preferences when it comes to what he wants or what he does in bed beyond hoping that he actually gets to get off. The amount of times his partners didn't care about letting him finish before they were ready to leave made that his main priority, the pain relief that comes from a good orgasm almost as good as actual medicine. So he's not picky, but he didn't realize how picky other people could be. It was bizarre to him when he learned that some people really, really care about what gender someone is and what's in their pants. That some people absolutely went gaga for scars like his and some people could not get enough of having toes in their mouths. The world of kinks, fetishes, and sexual preferences that people could have always seemed to him like they were overcomplicating an already good thing. Like pizza places that decided that the only way to make a pizza better was by stacking a second pizza on top of the first one. It doesn't make a lick of sense to Dabi, but it doesn't have to. So long as he's fine with what he does with the people he gets into bed with, then he doesn't see the point in worrying about anything else.

However, he can't not take notice of the fact that after Deika, after the League merges with the MLA to form the PLF and they finally have better resources than they even did when AFO was around-- he can't just ignore that after Shig gets out of his cast and is suddenly starting to bulk up, that fucking everyone wants a piece of him. People are all but throwing themselves at him, guys, girls, everyone in between. They just want Shigaraki like he's the hottest piece of ass in the fucking country. Dabi has eyes, he knows that Shig is hotter now. The longer white hair is definitely doing a lot to make his eyes stand out and soften his features, making the blank expression he often slips into when not talking look more detached and aloof than hostile the way it did when he used to wear the hand over his face. He talks more like an adult now too, growing up to match the responsibility that is now heavy across his shoulders. And those shoulders are wider now, wrapped in custom tailored suits that definitely look good on him, even if him wearing his red tennis shoes is so fucking stupid and dorky. He looks good, sure. But Dabi has seen heroes that look like supermodels not get so many people coming onto them.

"You are not as hot as every desperate grunt keeps telling you you are." Dabi tells Shigaraki while the two of them are walking back from a meeting with a larger group, essentially getting the new recruits ready to be sorted into their different platoons as they determine where their quirks and personal expertise is best suited.

Shig snorts. When they met, they fought, both of them having a relatively bad attitude and not used to someone challenging them. Dabi has made a name for himself as an arsonist with a short temper who tends to turn people who piss him off into ashes. Yeah, he did that because he's so fragile that he knows a good hit could have his skin peeling off his body, but that meant that him and Shig coming to blows in the bar had been all but inevitable. And then they actually started working together properly, and Shigaraki realized that Dabi was more than capable of thinking strategically and making certain that he was going to come out on top. And Dabi realized that beneath the spoiled attitude, Shig actually did work hard for whatever he wanted to get his deadly hands on. And once that understanding had been reached, the snarls turned to something... lighter. Dabi still gives him shit constantly, but Duster will fire back whenever he feels like it, and there just isn't the same kind of animosity to it as there was before.

"No one is telling me I'm hot. They're just begging to get into my bed." He says easily, not hesitating for a second as they make their way in tandem towards his fancy new office. The fancy new office that has a fucking espresso machine in it that they are both going to absolutely abuse for the third time today as they try to see if they can put coffee into their veins instead of blood.

"Because those are so different." Dabi retorts, rolling his eyes. "It's sad. They haven't seen you at your truest self-- a loser gamer wearing Minecraft pajamas with no sleep for three days, five cup noodles deep into salt poisoning. They think you're put together and capable of having sex with a real, living human and not just your hand." Dabi barely considers before he adds, "Which, I guess if you tried and slipped, you won't be able to fuck anyone."

"I am put together and capable of having sex with other people," Shig intones with a dryness so pronounced that Dabi might burn down the whole building if he gave him a single spark. "And I don't slip with my quirk. Not in bed, not outside of it. If most of my exes didn't probably die in Kamino, you could have called them up to hear from them just how much they liked my control in bed."

Dabi snorts this time. Sometimes he's not expecting that Shig can be funny when he's not talking about his video games and being generally off-putting. "Very convincing lie, boss. Claim you're not a virgin and cite any proof that you had would be rubble now."

Shigaraki's quirk keeps him from having eyebrows, but the arch of his brow ridge is very distinct and clear. "I'm not a virgin, Dabi."

"And I'm not one step above bacon." He responds just as evenly.

Shigaraki pauses in the hall and Dabi stops with him, a bit confused. Duster doesn't usually care when people take shots at his ego, the damned bastard so self-assured in everything that most things slip off of him like water off of a duck's back. "The only reason I've been turning down everyone who's been trying to get me to take them to bed is because I thought it would reflect poorly on me as a leader."

Dabi blinks at him because he sounds... way more serious about that than he thought that he would. "...Not to imply that I believe that you fuck at all-- because you definitely don't-- but this is an organization for villains. I know AFO was just a sentient potato that absolutely did not have a working dick, but you can do whatever you want. You're the one who's aimin' to be king, aren't you? I don't think anyone is gonna tell you you're wrong if you wanna get your dick wet. I will make fun of you when afterwards, everyone is whispering about how quickly you went off during your first time, but that is my duty and right as someone who has seen you only eat ramen and play video games for three days straight, not something that I'm gonna be gabbing about during a lieutenants' meeting."

Duster considers him for another moment and Dabi feels a prickle of discomfort at the intensity behind that look. "You wouldn't care if I just took whoever I want to bed?"

"No? Why would I?" Dabi continues down the hall, not sure why his quirk is creeping warmly along the back of his neck. "What you do with your dick is not my problem, I just get to laugh if you embarrass yourself with it."

Shigaraki drops the subject and Dabi is glad, but when the next grunt starts to flirt with him in the hall, Dabi leaves him to it. She's cute and he might not quite get what it is about Shigaraki that's getting people to flock to him, but he should be allowed to enjoy whatever he wants if that's what he's interested in.

///

Dabi is humiliated to have made such a grave miscalculation. When he encouraged Shig to get laid he really thought that things would go one of two ways. One: Shigaraki absolutely flubs it and he ends up making fun of the poor bastard over drinks. Or two: It ends up going surprisingly well and he ends up spending time with Spinner instead because he is also a virgin and would adore hearing about all the details even as every one would make his scales turn brown from how much blood was rushing to his face. He is not expecting for there to be a third option. But instead of either of those things happening, Shig disappears with that chick, and the next day she's not walking straight, her face seems to be permanently flushed, and she's gossiping with all of her girlfriends who Toga has infiltrated so that she could get the scoop for Dabi to use against their boss. And Toga is reporting back that Shigaraki is apparently good in bed. Beyond good. That he absolutely rocked her world with a massive cock. That he had a drink with her and they made a little bit of smalltalk. He asked her if there was anything in particular she liked, if she was clean, what kind of protection she was interested in using, and then, when they had finished the drink he had just taken over. He took what she'd told him and he took her apart. He pinned her up against the wall, and held her there, dripping filth in her ear as he stroked her clit until her panties were soaked and then he decayed them off of her body before bending her over the edge of the couch that they'd been sitting at and put a massive cock so deep into her cunt that she'd squirted for the first time in a year, and he hadn't even cum before he brought her to a second orgasm before grabbing his lube and opening up her ass and taking her there too. And when all was said and done, she had been dazed and breathless, and he had cleaned her up, sat her back down on the couch, got her a snack and some cold water and let her come back to her senses in inches before he thanked her for her time. It was, she'd said, like he had reached into her brain and pulled out every dirty fantasy that she'd ever kept locked up in her mind and hadn't even let herself masturbate to, let alone told a partner. It was the best sex that she'd had in her life.

Dabi is absolutely fucking convinced she's only gassing him up because he's technically her boss, but word spreads like a wildfire, and all of the people who were already thirsty for Shigaraki get way, way more up front about that. Duster doesn't do flirting during work hours. If someone tries, he shoots them down with such a venom that Dabi sometimes thinks that being decayed would probably be a kinder fate. But when people come to talk to him outside of that, Shig will entertain a conversation for a few minutes. And if he likes whatever he gets out of them then, he tends to take them to bed. And again, and again, the grunts come out ready to gossip about how good the sex was. It's honestly starting to piss him off a bit.

"Admit it," he says when he's tired of working for the afternoon. They're in Shig's office, abusing his espresso maker again. They tend to do most of their tedious work together in Duster's office because when they're together, they are able to focus a bit more, Dabi keeping Shigaraki from getting distracted with his video games and Shig able to keep him from obsessing over the heroes, and mainly Endeavor, though he's still keeping the ‘why’ close to his vest.

"Never admit anything, always make them work to prove it." Duster says without looking up from the file that has been occupying his time for ages now. When Dabi meets him with a flat silence, that finally gets the other to actually turn his attention to him. "What am I being accused of?"

"Telling every grunt you take to your bedroom to spout off that you fuck while you’re actually, what? Playing an eroge game with them?"

"Seriously? First you think that I'm a virgin and encourage me to let loose, and now you're convinced that I'm faking it when you've been proven wrong?" He rolls his eyes and shifts, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his wallet. He takes out a plastic card and flicks it over to where Dabi's sitting on his couch. "I wasn't a virgin." He says flatly, turning his attention back to the reports.

Dabi is about to make another smartass remark about how his hand doesn't count, but the words fail him as he looks down at the scrap of plastic between his fingers. The ink is faded along the edges, like it's been rubbed off repeatedly as it has been pulled in and out of his wallet again and again.

La Vénus. Dabi stares at the plastic. The sex club La Vénus? The massive one in a high-rise in the best area in Kamino? The platinum membership card tells him yes, that La Vénus, with Shigaraki's picture on the ID. Shigaraki Tomura, age twenty, 175cm tall, red eyes, dominant. Issued three years ago, no expiration date on the card.

"Seriously?" He sounds a little hoarse as he looks at the plastic. "Come on, you didn't even turn twenty until like a month ago."

"Because it's so impossible that I had a fake ID saying otherwise so I could go somewhere to blow off steam." Shig sets aside his file completely and leans forward, resting his chin against the knuckles of his half-gloved hand, prosthetics hidden beneath the cloth. "I wasn't a virgin before I started taking partners here. I used to frequent V until my villain work got too time-consuming and I became worried that Midnight or one of the other heroes who visited the venue might recognize me." Dabi opens his mouth, not sure what he's going to say, but looking desperately for something to further prove his skepticism. "But if you're so convinced, I'd be happy to give you a first-hand demonstration, firefly."

The open mouth turns to a blatant gaping as he stares at Duster who just gives him a smile back that reminds him way too much of the guy's creepy teacher. "Oh fuck you!"

"That's half of what I'm offering," Shigaraki says lazily, waving a hand off as he leans back in his chair. "I don't like being penetrated so I would be fucking you, but that would give you more than enough data to surmize if I've been having all of the other grunts 'fake it' when they come out of my room singing my praises. You've been so obsessed with my sex life lately, maybe you haven't had anything of your own to occupy your time?"

"You are a jackass," Dabi tells him, even though there is... some delight in getting Shigaraki to talk to him like this. The others are fine, but they... don't have the same sharpness in them that he and Shigaraki do from spending so much more of their lives as villains. His sarcasm and dryness usually matches well with Shigaraki's shamelessness and uninhibited passion that can swing immediately into the flat bluntness of someone who was barely socialized by the villains that raised him. It's a fun combination that does actually bring some levity to his life now that they've been hanging out again as things settle.

"You're a nosy little gossip." Shig shoots back, "But if you're too scared to actually be proven wrong, then that's your prerogative, Dabi. Just know that if you bring up my sex life again, I'm going to assume it's because you want to find out about it for yourself but you're too much of a coward to just ask me to fuck you." He picks his papers back up like the words aren't a challenge, a dare, and like he doesn't know how fiercely contradictory Dabi is. Like he didn't just arm a verbal bear trap and left Dabi alone with it. God fucking damn it. Part of him immediately wants to push forward to prove his point. Shigaraki might be able to twist his words, but that doesn't mean that he can blow his back out. The other part wants to roll his eyes, find a new angle to mock him with, and ignore the proposition. Dabi is left, steaming, as he finds himself unable to find the right combination of words to disarm the trap and go back to mocking Duster how he can now that he's actually a good and capable leader.

"You're a dick."

"And you would make a good bitch. Finish the training schedule. I want to order dinner soon." Shig doesn't look up at him as he says that, going right back to his work like nothing happened, and nothing does.

///

Dabi is less than thrilled that he... keeps thinking about Shigaraki's comment over the next few days as he goes about his business. Duster is still getting propositioned, but he doesn't actually take anyone to bed. It feels a little pathetic, but there are people who think shacking up with him instead of the big boss might earn them some favor too, and Dabi is... frustrated enough after a few days that he picks one of those grunts and takes them to bed. It's fine, sex is always pretty fine. They both get off, Dabi likes the way the orgasm makes his body hum with something other than pain for a while, and then he goes about his business again. He does start to hear about how far his scars creep down his body and how his dick is not stapled on, but does have a row of barbells up it that mimics the look. He rolls his eyes. Sure his rumors aren't as flattering as Shigaraki's are, but at least he knows his are actually true.

He and Shig are still working together. Still giving each other shit all the time about work, taste in food, entertainment, and clothes, but they don't touch the sex shit again. Not when Dabi doesn't know why it's being such a craw in his throat. Maybe he just... thought that he knew more about Shigaraki than his apparent prowess suggests. Maybe he's just confused that everyone who comes out of his bed is talking about some different kink or fantasy that he was able to do for them and how good it felt, how much they liked it, whatever. Sex is sex. As long as everyone is getting off, then there really can't be that much more to it, can there? Certainly not when it comes to sex with Shigaraki. That's impossible.

But the longer that he doesn't take someone else to bed with him after he's set his little trap, the more Dabi wants to say something to him about his sex life again. He bites his tongue for a whole week, the longest that Shig has gone without taking a partner since they had their first conversation about this. He makes it all the way through the League's bonding night. Friday nights, after all of their work is done, they order dinner to their common room, watch a movie, play some party games on Shig and Spinner's new game system, and they drink. It's not a surprise that Toga and Spinner are lightweights, that Compress is more likely to cut himself off early so that he doesn't end up with a monstrous hangover, and that Dabi is able to drink Twice under the table as his quirk burns off the alcohol before it can hit his veins. It also isn't really a surprise that the guy who lived in a bar and was probably drinking scotch instead of soda for most of his life has a very high tolerance, and he can't be coerced into a drinking competition either. So once Twice has passed out and the others have all departed, it's just him and Shig in the living room, a new movie playing away on the TV as they nurse their last drinks of the night.

And Dabi isn't drunk, he doesn't think that he would even register as tipsy if someone breathalyzed him from how carefully he's been maintaining his temperature, but Shigaraki doesn't know that. And he finds his excuse.

"Game suddenly stop being fun when I stop giving a shit about who you're sleeping with? Or did you just run out of moves?" He mocks lazily, his head dangling back against the armrest of the couch.

"Not at all, firefly," Dabi has been calling him a lot of nicknames since they met, but that's the only one that Shigaraki has ever used for him, and he never uses it in front of any of the others. "I've just been waiting for you to decide that you want to play."

Dabi snorts. "Sex isn't a video game, nerd."

"No, it isn't. But that doesn't mean that it shouldn't be fun." He replies, standing from the chair that he'd been at and setting his glass on the coffee table. "I know you're not drunk, but if you're really so curious, then all you have to do is come with me to my room, Dabi. We can have a little chat in private and then you can decide if you really want to play with me or if you're just projecting."

Dabi feels his face heat, hoping that his scars cover up the color as it rushes across his skin. He didn't think that the other man would peg his lack of intoxication so quickly. "I'm not projecting, I'm not a loser virgin."

"Why does being a virgin make someone a loser?" Shigaraki shoots back, his tone unbearably even and patient. "Sex is something that people choose for themselves, like they can choose to change the color of their hair or to whiten their teeth. There's nothing inherently good or bad about deciding to do or not do that. It's just a matter of preference."

Dabi doesn't say anything for a second as Shigaraki talks so matter-of-factly. It makes the alcohol that he's been boiling away in his gut shift uncomfortably for a moment. Sex has always been such a big thing. Even when he was a kid, because he saw how it tore his mother apart. And after his coma, he woke up in a body that was not his anymore, that felt desperately horny for something he didn't fully understand and had to figure out himself. And on the streets, among the class of villains that he had no choice but to work with in order to survive, sex had been a status symbol, had been something that he was expected to engage with and enjoy because otherwise it would be seen as a slight against his manhood and his perceived competency. He hated all of that, but sex, at least, felt good. That had been the easy compensation. He had been okay from there.

He's not expecting Shig's expression to soften so much and for him to say, "It's just a conversation, Dabi. You can always change your mind, and if you do, we don't have to talk about this again." He promises gently.

Dabi curls his lip back. No one has ever been gentle with him in his life and he is absolutely not about to let Shigaraki be the first, and absolutely not about sex of all things. Fuck that. "You can talk all you want, boss, Doesn't mean that you're gonna be able to back that up and rearrange my guts."

Shigaraki sighs softly, but he smiles again and offers him his hand. Dabi bats it aside as he pushes himself up from the couch, not bothering to fake swaying as he does so, as they start to head down the hall to Duster's room.

It's not exactly a surprise that his is at the end of the hall and is the biggest one in the villa. He is their Grand Commander after all. But the bedroom that he lets Dabi into has a fucking living room of its own with a console system set up, off to the side a fucking minifridge with a cabinet of snacks, before, with the couch dividing the two sections, it opens up into the rest of the bedroom. Shigaraki's got a black duvet cover over a massive bed, with blood red sheets and Dabi can't help snorting.

"So you took decorating cues from the sex club?"

"I suppose. The frame was always something useful." Shigaraki says, closing and locking the door behind them as Dabi's attention is directed away from the sheets to the actual bed frame instead, his face heating slightly as he sees that there are hooks built into the posts of the bed so that ropes or other devices can be locked into place.

"So you're a pervert, not a virgin. Really wouldn't have put my money on that split."

"I could make a killing if I just always let you underestimate me." Shig moves over to the couch and Dabi follows along, just wanting to see how he interrogates the grunts to get them to spill all of their dirty little secrets.

"So what? You sit them down and ask them what they touch themselves to and see how they squirm?" He asks, resting his cheek against his knuckles as he leans against the armrest.

"Sometimes, if talking about their fantasies makes them more excited. Do you have fantasies, Dabi?" He asks. There's a kind of... quiet assuredness that seems to come over Shigaraki now. He's always been confident even when he was a scrap of nothing back in the bar, he never had any problem of projecting the air that he fully believes in himself and his bullshit, but there is something... easier that comes with his confidence now. Not the press of it that he used to use before he had any leadership experience to actually back up the power that he was trying to project. This is natural to him, something he knows he can do, not just something he thinks that he can.

"No." Dabi tells him flatly. "Don't get the fetish shit. Sex is sex, I'd rather just get to it if you're gonna try to impress me, boss." He tells him readily. He doesn't smoke as much as Twice, but he suddenly finds himself craving a cigarette, less for the flavor or the hit of nicotine, but just because he wants something to have in his hand, to occupy his lips instead of talking as Shigaraki's sharp eyes seem to be intent on stripping away his skin and not just his clothes.

"We'll get there, firefly. It's not about keeping you waiting just yet, I only want to make certain that what we end up doing makes you feel as good as possible."

Dabi rolls his eyes, "Uh huh, well let's see if I can run down the questions that you usually ask: Yeah, you can fuck me in the ass. No, I don't have any STIs. No, I don't want to cuddle afterwards."

Shig's look flattens slightly, his eyes going a little sharper in turn. "I'm glad that you're clean, Dabi, because when we're done, I want to be able to watch as your cute, stretched hole is struggling to close up, my cum leaking down the backs of your thighs."

It's, perhaps, a good thing that Dabi hadn't yet given into the urge to have a cigarette, because he thinks that he probably would have swallowed it when Shigaraki tells him that. He opens his mouth, looking for his own smartass remark, but Shig goes on without blinking.

"I'm not surprised that you're very... utilitarian when it comes to sex, or that you don't have any fantasies," he says. "You are very focused on your own work and I'm certain that keeps you from thinking of sex as much more than a way to relieve stress. It also wouldn't surprise me that some of the reason you are so resistant to thinking about it in the abstract or lingering after everyone has been satisfied is because you don't want to stay present in the moment because you're worried that if you do, you or your partner will start to consider your body, and that makes you uncomfortable."

"What the fuck, Duster?" He snaps when he manages to find his words. "Is getting punched in the face your fetish, because I'm gonna do that before I bend over for you at this rate."

"Not particularly, though if you want to pretend to fight and struggle against me, I wouldn't be opposed. I usually only have a few meetings to go off of before I get into bed with someone. You and I have been working together for months. I know you. I know that you avoid looking in mirrors, that you don't like it when people stare at you for too long, that you would rather go out at night because you think that people will have a harder time picking out your scars against the shadows." Shigaraki's voice isn't mocking, which is the only reason that Dabi doesn't set him on fire. "I think you're lovely, but I understand if you don't want to focus on your body as it's yours. So it does seem like a shame that you haven't given 'fetish shit' more consideration because if you had, you would already know that you don't have to be 'you' when you're in bed with other people."

"What the fuck are you even talking about, Shigaraki?"

"When you're with the right partner, you can be whatever you want." Duster tells him, still watching him like he might peel back his skin to expose the things that he's saying he's suspected living beneath it. "Before we get into that though, I want to cover safe words with you.

"Pineapple." Dabi says flatly. "I'm not stupid, I just don't go to BDSM clubs."

"You don't have to be stupid to not know these kinds of things, Dabi." He has an amount of patience in his demeanor that is making Dabi regret coming into this room. He thought he was in for some fumbling, for Shigaraki trying to dirty talk him before he bent him over, he thought he was going to get out of this room with his dignity intact and something new to mock Shig over. "I'm glad you have a word picked out already, but have you heard of using the traffic light system? While 'pineapple' can be a good way to call for a full stop, using 'green' to tell me that you like what's happening, and 'yellow' to tell me that things are starting to feel uncomfortable or that you would like to slow down can be helpful when crafting a scene together for the first time. Do you think that will work for you?"

"Unless you bore me to tears first." Dabi snaps, his arms crossing over his chest. He's being punked. There's no other explanation for this. Shig had one line that he picked up from some porn and now this is all that he's got in the tank.

"I would like it if you cried for me while I have you split open on my cock and begging for more-- you already have such pretty blue eyes, they'll be even brighter filled with tears." The words are as matter-of-fact as if he were discussing the weather and Dabi feels heat rise to his face again.

"Seriously?"

"Deadly." Shig agrees. "Now, let's focus on what you would rather be while my hands are on your body." Duster looks at him, through him, as he considers for a moment. "You're always a brat. You like to give me shit all of the time and you're so used to having to put up a fight for everything that you want in life. I think you're used to fighting to get what you want in bed too, but I don't think that's what you want. I think that you want to give in and just be allowed to feel good for a little while. I can do that for you, firefly." His voice softens, his lips curling up into a small smile. "I don't think you want to be little, you hate to be infantilized. And I don't think that you want to be a cute puppy or kitten for me, because you don't want to feel like nothing more than an animal that has been trained to be used." He talks like he's not suggesting some of the most unhinged, horny shit that Dabi has ever heard. "But maybe you would like to be my baby girl instead."

Dabi waits for him to dismiss that one too, and when he doesn't, his quirk rushes heat all across his skin as blood burns his cheeks. "What the fuck, Duster? I'm not a girl."

"I know," he replies in that same, lazily confident way. "And you know that you're not a girl. Which is why I think you're going to like it so much, princess. You know that as soon as you leave my bed that you can go back to being you. But while you're in it, wouldn't it be nice to be nothing but a naughty, head-empty, little slut who just wants his pussy filled?"

The sound that comes out of Dabi is barely a wheeze of a breath. It might be his last breath as Shigaraki offers him those words and his brain shuts down entirely from the shock.

Duster takes his speechlessness as an opportunity and he moves closer to him on the couch. "You're blushing such a pretty color already, babydoll." He murmurs, gloved hand reaching for his face. Dabi doesn't flinch away because he's too stunned by the words to do much of anything. "And you're already so warm," he hums low in his throat, leaning in even closer his nose brushing over his cheek so that his warm breath is against his ear as he murmurs, "Your pussy is going to be even hotter around me, isn't it, princess?"

"S-Shig," he means to tell him to cut this the fuck out, to push him away and tell him that his brain has been rotted by porn and that the grunts are clearly more attracted to his status than his dick, but he doesn't manage that before the other is speaking again, his voice lower in tone and decible.

"You don't have to, but I would like it if you used my first name when I'm making you feel good, baby girl." He feels the way that Shig's lips curl into a smile as he presses a soft kiss to the line of staples cutting through his cheek. "Or you could show me what a desperate little whore you're going to be and call me 'sir'. That would sound so good falling off of your pretty lips, precious. 'Please, sir, touch my tits. I always have them half hanging out so that everyone knows what a needy slut I am.'" Duster pairs the word with his other hand slipping under the hem of Dabi's shirt.

His breath catches in the back of his throat as Tomura presses his palm to his stomach, one finger raised on his hand to keep him from ending his life, as his hand drags slowly upwards, petting over smooth muscle, scars, and staples like all of it is just the same. Until his hand reaches his chest and he cups half of him against his palm, tightening those four fingers and squeezing just hard enough to have Dabi letting out a little gasp against him. People are usually careful to avoid touching him too much. Their hands are usually tentative like they're terrified what might be pulled loose if they linger. But Shigaraki's hands are sure. He has seen the hits that Dabi can take before a staple pulls free of his skin.

"'Please, sir,'" he suggests as his thumb rubs over his piercing and makes Dabi bite his lips as the sensation, along with the heat of the embarrassment beneath his skin mingles and turns to something sweeter that he hadn't been expecting to find with these words in tow. "'Make me spread my legs for you. Make me show you how much I want to be touched. Please, sir, play with my pussy until I overheat.'" His grip goes a little tighter, his mouth moving to the shell of his ear, his breath feeling cooler as Dabi's skin does manage to grow even warmer for the second before his tongue is moving along the shell of his ear, like he's not disgusted by the way the lobes have been burned off. There isn't much skin there that's not covered by his piercings, but Tomura finds it, his tongue and teeth sure and no one has ever put their mouth there before, the sensation new but good as he teases his nerves as his hand fondles his chest. His brain already feels soupy from heat and... need. Fuck. Fuck. He wasn't supposed to give into Duster's shitty dirty talk and easy confidence. He was supposed to have something to humiliate him over, not the other way around.

Shig's other hand moves from his face down to the front of his shirt, the new one having an invisible zipper along the front that he catches between his thumb and forefinger. "'Green, sir. Please make me feel good.'" He murmurs and then waits.

Dabi tries to get his wits about him. Sex is supposed to be simple and easy. He already knew Shig was going to fuck him. The most complicated that it should have gotten was if he was gonna get any real foreplay before the main event. He was not supposed to be getting felt up on his couch, the other reading him for filth and then deciding what weird fetish Dabi would enjoy off the top of his head and making it true by stoking the flames hotter under his skin. He was supposed to be the one who came out on top.

Shigaraki starts to withdraw when he doesn't respond and Dabi doesn't just swallow his pride, he's pretty sure it all spills from his seams as he barely manages to croak, "Green, sir."

"That's my good girl." Tomura pulls the zipper down on his shirt, his mouth slanting over Dabi's without a trace of hesitation. His lips are as ruined as Dabi's own, but like the chill of his breath and of his hands as he pulls Dabi's shirt away, his mouth is just as cool. The cracked texture and the scar that is carved over his lips is nothing compared to the strangeness that Dabi has learned to live with on his own mouth, but it's a novel difference as the other man kisses him like he has been starving for the opportunity to do so.

Tomura licks into his mouth, the taste of their drinks lingering on their tongues, the chill of the room a blissful relief as Dabi lets himself be devoured like this is the first time in his life anyone has ever wanted him so badly. Shig pulls him up from the couch, hands on his hips, one finger raised on both automatically even though he is wearing a glove over his prosthetics. He walks Dabi back towards the bed. The few times when other people didn't want him over their bodies, he'd been lightly manhandled. But Shigaraki isn't scared of hurting him. He understands what Dabi can handle and he seems more than interested in giving it to him. He lifts Dabi at his hips and all but demands that he get with the program as he pulls him closer, pulls him up, so that he has no choice but to wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist to cling to him as the other man nips and licks into his mouth. His heart thuds in his chest, heat saturating his whole body in a way he's not familiar with as he's made to be Shigaraki's toy as he is carried over to the bed.

"Oh, princess," The words are far more overtly mocking than anything else that Duster has said to him since he brought him into his bedroom. "Are you already getting so excited?" He teases and Dabi feels his whole face heat even more sharply as he realizes that those words, that the light touches so far, that his easy show of his new found strength, are working for him. So much so that, yeah, his cock is already starting to harden in his pants. Fuck, fuck, fuck-- Shig laughs at him as his mouth moves down his jaw and to his neck, getting over to the bed and starting to lower Dabi into it. "You gave me so much grief about being 'overexcitable' and then you get so hot so quickly? I guess my little girl has to be mouthy to hide how much of a needy little slut he is."

"F-fuck you, Shig." He barely manages to croak out.

The words are punished by Duster sinking his teeth into the side of his neck, hard. Dabi lets out a cry, his fingers scraping against Shigaraki's back and tangling in the long locks of hair that flow over his shoulders. The spark of pain has him seeing stars, has his thighs tightening around his hips as he arches into that sharper sensation that is making all of his nerves wake up and take notice of what he's letting his boss do to him. "You're going to remember your manners, baby girl, or I'm going to have to punish you." Tomura growls against his skin. "Just because your body is giving away what a bratty little whore you're used to being in bed, doesn't mean that you get to talk like one to me while you're in mine."

"Fuck, Tomura," he hasn't ever gotten off to the things that people say in bed. He usually tunes out his own partners unless they're asking for something to stop or change, and he doesn't even watch porn without muting it. Dirty talk just never did much of anything for him, but there's something about Shigaraki's, about the way that he doesn't hesitate, that he doesn't fumble, that makes it warm Dabi's skin a bit more than he thinks that it should.

"That's better. Now let's get you out of those clothes, princess. I want to see every inch of my pretty girl's skin."

Dabi is going to combust. His whole body is so hot with his humiliation, his head absolutely swimming in it as he lets Shigaraki talk to him like this. He shouldn't. He should get out of his bed right now and tell him to go to hell if he doesn't send him there himself before he bails. He is not supposed to like being talked to like he's a... girl. Fuck.

Duster starts to strip his clothes away, Dabi's heavy boots thudding against the floor, his eyes eating up each inch of his skin that gets exposed as he does. "You gave me so much grief before," he reiterated, and Dabi suddenly wonders what kind of trouble he made for himself when he just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "But that's alright, princess. I'm going to give you a chance to live up to your own expectations." He does not like the sound of that as Shigaraki has him in his boxers, his cock already making a clear tent in the fabric as he wants to get on with this so that he can go to that blissful place where his head is empty of anything but the afterglow. "You were so worried that I would cum before my partner was satisfied. So while I'm warming you up, you're going to be a good girl and you're not going to cum. You're going to show how much restraint and experience you have by controlling yourself and not cumming until I tell you you can. And if you can't," Shig reaches over to the drawer of his nightstand and pulls it open.

Dabi cranes his neck up and immediately regrets it as the contents only make his cock ache more between his legs as he sees the neatly organized bins of toys that Shigaraki is keeping inside. A little container of condoms and lube, another with a few small vibrators and anal plugs neatly lined up in order of size. Handcuffs and coiled rope knotted tidily in another. And there are two more drawers beneath the first that he suddenly has no doubt holds other tools that Shigaraki likes to use on his partners when he gets them into his bed. He reaches into a small bin that has nipple clamps and--

"Then you're going to wear this the rest of the time that I have you in my bed, princess. I won't take it off until we're finished. So if you want to cum again, then you'll have to show me just how much of a desperate whore you are with it on."

Dabi blanches. The bubblegum pink silicone cock ring hanging off of Shigaraki's finger shouldn't, in it of itself, be so daunting. But he didn't even know that someone could cum with one of those on, and he has never had to fight his orgasm before.

"Unless this is too much for you, and you just want to be my pampered little pillow princess?" Shig raises a brow, and just that smug little twitch of his muscles is enough to have Dabi's body burning with indignation and his mouth running.

"Like hell!" He snaps automatically. "Not scared of a little toy, and there's nothing that you can give me that's 'too much', Duster. Not even gonna need to use that because there's no way you're getting me off before I have you whining that you can't go again."

The smile that Shigaraki gives him is dangerous. It's the kind of smile that he usually only wears when he's about to kill someone, and Dabi is very exposed as he is pinned beneath him on his bed. "Remember to use my name, princess, or we're going to have to stop again and talk about punishments." He sets the cock ring to the side and takes out some lube from the drawer before he closes it back up. "Now let's see what my pretty girl's pussy looks like."

He doesn't know if it's being called a girl or being called... pretty that makes Dabi's cock twitch as his blood goes hotter beneath his skin again, but there's no hiding the reaction when Shigaraki has him like this. Shig's smile doesn't waver as he reaches back for the waistband of his boxers and Dabi lifts his hips for him so that the fabric can be pulled away. His cock immediately curves up against his stomach from how hot he is already, and red eyes find every inch of him hungrily.

"Oh, princess, that's so much cuter than staples, isn't it?" He teases as he takes in the sight of Dabi's ladder running up the underside of him. "And you're so adorable, all cute and little."

Dabi balks. He is not little. He's got a perfectly normal cock, thank you very much. He isn't small! But before he can open his mouth and get himself in trouble, Tomura is cupping his sack in his palm, four fingers around him and stroking along his balls. The sharp spike of fear that pieces his chest as he realizes how easily Tomura could maim him has any protests leaving his throat as a whimper instead as the coolness of his deadly hand makes his toes curl against the sheets as he's stroked so gently there, compensating for the lack of lube.

Shig's other hand goes to his thigh, curling his gloved hand around his skin tight enough to make it ache as he forces Dabi to spread his legs wider and arch up, foot against the sheets, so that every inch of him is exposed to Tomura's eyes. He looks at him like he might not be anything but a uniquely interesting bug as Dabi trembles against the mattress, the humiliation that sings across his veins as he's assessed like Tomura might decide that this isn't worth his time after all making his head hazy.

"Mm, going to enjoy seeing how wide you stretch around my cock, baby girl." And then he just lets go of him. Dabi slumps back against the bed breathlessly, trying to find his words to demand the other man stop playing whatever games he has been and just get on with things already. But then Shig is reaching for the buttons on his shirt and Dabi gets his wits about himself. He wants this to happen faster, because if he has to lay there waiting for Tomura to give him more, then the reality of what he's let the other do to him so far will make him combust. So he sits up and presses in. Tomura immediately gives him the kiss that he was looking for, and Dabi's hands move to the length of buttons too, helping him get through them more quickly, and then dropping his hands down to his belt when Tomura is shrugging off his shirt. As he has his hands over Shig's crotch, he feels the definite press of his hard cock against his palm, and Dabi feels a sharp spike of smug validation as he feels how worked up he must be. He's straining the fabric so roughly that he's sure threads would have torn if he weren't opening them up. He's probably going to spill the second that Dabi gets his hand around him.

Tomura steps out of his shoes and socks before his pants drop to the ground and those are discarded too. His undergarments are dark red boxer briefs that outline the thickness of his cock, but as his hands move to his waistband, Dabi realizes that even though there's a definite bulge in his pants, it doesn't seem quite right. He finds out why, a tiny squeak leaving his throat as he sees that Shigaraki is only half hard. His cock is just so thick, so long, that even that felt comparable to any cock that Dabi's had in his hand before, including his own. He can't exactly hide himself now when Shigaraki has already seen every inch of him that he's working with, but there is a horrible, stinging humiliation that bites at his nerves as he realizes just how much bigger he is.

Tomura strokes his hand over himself lazily, like he can read Dabi's mind and is more than amused to show him exactly why he called Dabi little before. "Can't wait to have you whimpering like that when I'm sinking inside of you, princess." He says so easily before he shifts, coming to kneel on the bed again, spreading Dabi's legs wider with his hands in a way that tells him to keep them there before he reaches for the lube. He flicks open the bottle's lid and makes sure that his fingers are slick. But before he can reach back between Dabi's legs, he is pressing closer and giving him another one of those mind-melting kisses that distracts Dabi from the monster between his legs. He licks into his mouth like he might be able to devour Dabi's soul from there, and doesn't stop until he's certain that he's gasping for breath. He puts one hand back around his thigh, spreading him wider, hiking his leg up so that it's curling over his hip as Tomura keeps devouring him, his slick fingers reaching between their bodies.

Dabi hasn't been the one getting fucked in a long time, and the feeling of the cold lube against his overheated skin has him gasping and shivering. Tomura shushes him lightly, but he doesn't rush. There's no hard prod against his hole, no painful stretch. He just circles his fingers around him, rubbing lightly until their skin is moving slickly against each other as Dabi's nerves wake up and start to hum with the sensation. He likes getting fucked, it's nice when he doesn't have to be the one doing all the work in bed, but he hasn't had his body be so ready for it like this before, eager enough that he's the one who is rollin his hips down to try and get Tomura to actually press a finger inside of him more quickly.

"Use your manners if you want something, princess." Tomura murmurs against his lips, withdrawing enough to make Dabi whine again despite himself.

It takes every ounce of his self-restraint for Dabi to manage to whimper, "Please, sir," instead of making a demand instead.

"That's a good girl, you're going to be so easy to train aren't you?" His voice is entirely too self-satisfied as he presses a finger into Dabi's hole, the slickness and the eagerness of his body keeping it from twinging at all as he is spread open around it. Even though the words sting his pride, he can't help moaning as Tomura crooks that finger, looking for his prostate and finding it far too quickly. The other man chuckles against his throat, "Going to have you squirming any time we're alone together because you're going to be remembering how good it felt to have me inside of you." He adds another finger and sets a rhythm.

Dabi's breaths come out in rough pants, moans and whines falling off of his lips as those deadly fingers curve inside of him and touch him like he knows exactly how every partner that Dabi has ever had before has failed to. He isn't sure that anyone fingering him has ever felt so good, and his cock is hard and straining against his stomach. He can feel his pre soaking his skin, and it only gets so much harder to concentrate when Tomura shifts over him, bringing more of their bodies together as he continues to nip at his neck like he's curious if he'll be able to leave bruises over the darkly scarred skin. His hard, thick cock presses against Dabi's thigh as his own is trapped between their stomachs, and the feeling of his cool skin and hard muscle against his body has Dabi's hips twitching into him. Tomura chuckles and rolls his weight into him again as well, and that sensation paired with the curling of his fingers against his prostate again has Dabi moving beneath him. It's embarrassing how quickly he's ready to hump and grind, trying to get more friction, more sensation, more speed so he can chase the pleasure that Tomura is offering up for him.

"Careful, princess, if you keep moving like that, you're not going to last very long. You don't want to prove that you were only big talk and that the truth is you don't have very much experience at all, do you?" Every word is laced with his mockery and Dabi bites his lip to keep from saying something that would have the other punishing him. He can't. He was so sure that he would be able to outlast Shigaraki. He was positive that the other man wouldn't be able to show this kind of prowess in bed, and it shouldn't be working for him this much. All Duster is doing is fingering him and calling him a girl. He shouldn't-- "So cute how bright you're blushing, princess." He murmurs, his other hand shifting to stroke over his cock. "So little you fit in the palm of my hand," he teases like being a handful isn't enough compared to the thick length that he can feel pressing against his skin. Dabi opens his mouth to snap at him, shame coiling through his gut at the insinuation that he's not perfectly normal when Duster is the one with the abnormally large cock. "Really can't even be a cock when you're so little, but that's okay. I think it's adorable that my baby girl has a needy, dripping little clit."

Dabi keens. His entire body goes hot with his anxiety, his arousal, because that word feels like it reaches beneath his skin and grabs a handful of his nerves that have never been touched before. He says that and Dabi shatters, his mind flooded with need and shame, as his back arches up into Tomura's body involuntarily as his balls go so, so tight. He tries desperately to fight off the orgasm that wants to crest through him, but he can't stop it from happening. It tears through him and he bites down on his lip more roughly. He isn't supposed to feel like this. Isn't supposed to like it so much, but he is trembling on the bed as Tomura's eyes light up as he watches him fall apart, his... clit spilling messily in his hand as the pleasure wracks through him.

Duster laughs at him and Dabi wants to set them both on fire as he tries so hard to catch his breath, looking for any words that he can use to try and retain some amount of dignity. But Tomura is speaking before he can. "Oh, sweetheart, you really were just all talk? After giving me so much lip?" He presses a kiss to his burning cheeks and Dabi can smell the heat coming off of his skin starting to tinge with smoke as his humiliation sends his quirk hotter through his body. "Were you just talking such a big game because you didn't want to admit that you're so inexperienced, princess?" Tomura crooks his fingers again, making Dabi cry out as the sharp over stimulation makes his nerves sting as badly as his pride. "You didn't have to pretend, baby girl." He thumbs over the head of his clit, making Dabi whimper again as it hurts from how good it feels so soon after his orgasm. "You just needed to tell me that you needed to be pampered while you learned what your body could handle. Then I wouldn't have to punish you for having such a nasty attitude and for failing to keep it together when I've barely started spoiling my little girl's body. I could have just made sure that my princess was enjoying his first time."

"'m not a virgin," he mumbles, his breathing short and tight as every good sensation hurts almost twice as much. He's never had his nerves sting like this before because he's never lingered in bed with partners once they got off. Normally he's good about keeping it together until then, but Shig doesn't seem close at all as he mocks him.

Duster hums in the back of his throat as he slips his fingers from Dabi's body and shifts over him, pushing up from his form. "Maybe not when you had a dirty little cock that you were playing with. But I think this is my baby girl's first time, isn't it?" Dabi wants to protest further but as he meets Shig's eyes, he sees that beyond the mockery, his pupils are blown wide with his want too, his hair wild around his face, and Dabi loses the words in his throat. "Don't lie to me, princess." He prompts him more gently.

And... Dabi wants this to be his first time. Wants to have Shigaraki taking him apart like he's never been allowed to feel this good because he hasn't. He never got the fantasy, never thought that losing his virginity was really something all that interesting, didn't like taking partners who didn't have any experience because he didn't want the responsibility of trying to make sure that they were having a great first experience. But he can see how much that works for Tomura. How it could be nice to pretend and have an excuse over why the other man was able to get him off so quickly. So instead of arguing, he barely manages to croak out, "Yes, sir," as his body starts to hum again like he might actually be able to get off for a second time so soon.

"Good girl." Tomura gives him another kiss, like he's stealing the first one of these he's had in his life as well.

He's not expecting Tomura to coax him off of his back and make him sit up, but when he does, Tomura reaches over to the nightstand again. He clicks a button on a small remote there and Dabi startles to hear a soft mechanical whirring from overhead and he glances up, half-terrified that Shig has a hidden camera or something in the room that he's going to reveal and tell him he was only entertaining this for so long so he could humiliate him entirely. Instead two panels over the bed part along a thin seam and slide to the sides, revealing a large mirror that is reflecting Dabi's shocked, disheveled expression back at him.

"When the fuck--"

"You're going to be happy that I have it, princess." Tomura cuts him off, amusement still clear in his voice, "Come here, baby girl."

Dabi wants to be touched more than he wants to argue with Shigaraki, so he huffs and then moves back over to him. He's not expecting Tomura to bring him close, pulling him into his lap as he leans against the headboard and pillows as he turns Dabi around so his back is against his chest. He whimpers when he feels Tomura's cock rub against his hole, but he doesn't slip inside. Tomura's legs are folded beneath them, as his hands catch Dabi's thighs and he presses them together. And once his cock is slick with the lube that is leaking out of his hole, he pushes between the tight squeeze of Dabi's legs. Dabi's entire face heats more as he feels him spread that slickness between his thighs, until the head of Tomura's cock is pushing up and out of the seal of his legs, past Dabi's balls, and rubbing against his soft clit. The fact that he can see his head, can feel him all the way between his legs has him whimpering, his body trying to send blood back to his spent clit to make him harder.

"Look at you, princess," Tomura says, catching his chin with his cum-slick fingers and making him look up at the mirror overhead. Dabi whimpers as he sees himself, his pupils blown, sweat and cum dripping against his skin, Tomura's cock pressing up between his thighs as his own struggles to stand. He looks ruined, and Sir hasn't even put his cock inside of him yet. Tomura noses against his cheek, a soft, satisfied sigh against his skin. "Absolutely gorgeous, babydoll. And you're going to let me fuck your pretty thighs like you aren't anything but a toy, aren't you?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, able to wrap an arm around his waist and force his body to move with him as he fucks up into the circle of his thighs. Dabi moans loudly as it happens, as that sensation has Tomura rubbing against all of his most sensitive parts and making him desperate to have his thick cock inside of him instead of playing with him. Tomura finds a new rhythm and Dabi wants that inside of him as every thrust, every time he bounces him in his lap, he tries to squirm in the firm grip to get Tomura's cock inside of his body.

He's close to begging for it by the time his clit is hard again, but before he can the movements stop entirely as Tomura's hands stop holding him in place. "You're already getting so excited again, princess?" That mockery in his voice is so clear. "I don't know if it's more cute or more pathetic that you're so needy, baby." He reaches across the dark duvet and plucks the pink ring from the surface. Dabi whimpers, shaking his head weakly. He's already getting hot enough that he's thinking about his next orgasm. He doesn't want to have that choked off by the toy, but Tomura is unrelenting. "This is what happens when you're so desperate, princess. Unless my good girl needs to use a color?" He pauses, giving him enough time to say no, to stop this before it keeps going, but the tattered scraps of Dabi's ego try to lift themselves from the floor. He's already proven that he's not nearly as experienced as Shigaraki. He doesn't need to humiliate himself any further by failing to actually follow through on the bet that they made.

"Green, sir." His words are barely a whisper, and Tomura coaxes him to turn his head, taking another kiss from his lips as the cool silicone is brought around his sensitive clit. The constriction immediately makes Dabi regret the words, wanting to have relief again so badly, especially when, once his hands are free, Tomura takes hold of his body again and starts to move Dabi's body again. His cock fucks into the press of his thighs, the sound obscenely wet as it happens.

"Good girl. So well-behaved." The praise seeps beneath his skin, trying to find all of the places the earlier words left wounds, "My pretty girl, going to be thinking about how cute you look with your pink clit straining so hard and your eyes so bright and hazy."

Dabi whimpers as the words make him even warmer, his clit blushing brightly with blood as a fresh bead of pre-cum manages to slip over his head. The choking pressure of the ring reminds him that he's not going to get to his orgasm quickly no matter how badly he's already craving it.

Tomura chuckles as he watches him get so desperate. "Haven't even filled up my princess's pussy and he's already leaking again? Oh, baby, I'm going to have to keep you all locked up if I don't want to find out that you've been making your cunt filthy with a hundred cocks just to satisfy how much of a whore your needy body is turning out to be."

He's going to combust. He is going to light them both on fire, as his body is forced to move, his... cunt clenching unhappily on nothing as his hands knot into the sheets, squeezing tightly. The staples across his palms strain, but that doesn't relieve the pressure in his balls as he feels how quickly his desire to cum is building across his nerves as Tomura fucks his thighs. "Please," it's all shame and need tangled in his throat as he croaks out the word.

"'Please'? You want me to lock you up? I could chain you right here in my bed and leave the mirror open." He catches his chin again and makes him look up so he can see how ruined he is, how Tomura's cock is rubbing against his balls as he fucks harder and faster between his legs. "And tape a bullet to your cute clit. I could leave you right here all day and come back to find you in a puddle of your cum, tears all over your pretty face from how bad it hurts now that your clit is soft and overused. You would still beg me to fill up your empty cunt when I turned off the toy, wouldn't you?"

"Please, sir," he begs again, his head swimming with his heat. He needs it. He wants it. More than he's ever wanted anything else in bed before.

"'Please' what, baby girl? You have to be clear or I'm going to have to leave you here until you figure out how to use your words."

"Please, please, please," his voice breaks on a sob, the pressure beneath his seams too great and tinting his vision pink as bloody tears begin to slip over his cheeks. "Please fuck my pussy!"

"There's a good girl."

He's going to be ruined. He's going to need to hear someone calling him that, telling him he's doing a good job forever if he wants to ever be able to chase the high that being fucked like this gives him. He's going to be desperate and searching for any other kink that can make him feel better than he does right now because otherwise he'll have to immolate himself to fight the humiliation that is going to live under his skin forever.

Tomura shifts his body in his lap, leaning him back a little further as he murmurs, "I want you to watch, baby girl," as his cock nudges against his hole. The sound that Dabi makes is inhuman and he realizes that this angle lets him see it as Tomura holds him against his chest, an arm hooked beneath his legs to draw them up to Dabi's chest as he lowers him onto his cock. The press of his thick cock into his body and the sight of his pussy being spread open around him makes his arousal pulse so sharply through him, and makes the pressure of the ring on his clit so much worse that he's sobbing again as he's given what he asked for.

Tomura sinks him onto his cock in one smooth movement and Dabi fumbles, reaching back and hooking his fingers around the edge of the headboard mostly to just have something to hold onto as he's made fuller than he ever has been in his life. "Mm, you're so tight, princess. You feel so good. Do you feel good with Sir's cock inside of your pussy, baby?"

Dabi sobs again, which is certainly not an answer, but Tomura just chuckles against the shell of his ear as he tightens his hold, still careful with his uncovered hand, as he bounces Dabi in his lap, moving his hips up into him so he can give him the first real thrust.

"I know it feels good because your clit is so pink, princess. You know that those rings are supposed to make you bigger and last longer, but I think my babydoll is going to show me just how inexperienced he is when his little clit cums again before I've even filled up his lovely, tight pussy."

Dabi is past caring about impressing Shig by lasting at all. The pleasure in his body as the other man sets them to the same rhythm as he pumped his fingers inside of him, as he fucked his thighs, starting again as Tomura makes certain that he doesn't give him a moment to breathe. He is shameless as more moans and babbled words fall off his lips, his clit hurting so badly through every one as Tomura doesn't seem to be close to stopping.

"Sir, sir, sir," The word drips off of his lips like his bloody tears falling from his cheeks. He doesn't think he's ever cried in bed before, but he's never had sex that feels like this either.

"You're doing such a good job, firefly," Tomura murmurs, the words barely loud enough for him to hear over the slap of their skin with each hard thrust that his partner brings him into. "Sound so pretty falling apart for me." But he doesn't relent. He keeps going, until Dabi can't keep watching them in the mirror anymore, his body forced to be small for Tomura, forced to be lifted on and off of him like a toy, without Dabi able to do anything to get more relief for himself.

Until he gets desperate enough after another minute or two to try to reach for his clit, wanting to pull the ring off himself as his balls go so tight that he's certain that he'll die without being able to actually cum. He's not expecting Tomura to fully stop what he's doing and nip sharply at his ear.

"Don't you dare, princess. You misbehaved. Now you cum like this or you won't get to cum again at all. I'll pull out and you can lie here watching how long it takes for your clit to get soft again."

Dabi whimpers, "Please, Tomura, hurts--" his hand hesitantly reaches back to the headboard.

"It won't hurt anymore once you show me what a good girl you are and squirt for me." And he goes right back into the brutal pace from before, his body never wavering like he could do this forever. Like he's nowhere near as close as Dabi is as he keens again as his whole body aches and tries to do what the other is telling him to, but the silicone chokes that satisfaction. "Show me how pretty you are falling apart on my cock, princess." His voice hot and low in his ears. "Pretty eyes full of tears, tight pussy stretched open and gushing, your cute little clit bouncing every time I fuck into you harder," he punctuates the words with another hard thrust that has Dabi moaning so loudly that he's worried someone might hear him through the walls. "Never would have expected you to be such a good girl when I got you into my bed. Never would have thought that you would be so sweet and responsive for me. You're so perfect, baby girl."

Dabi doesn't know what it says about the state of his head that that is what sends him over the edge, but with a force that he didn't know could tear through him without leaving him reduced to ash, Dabi's orgasm wracks his body. His clit aches and pulses as the silicone can't stop it from racing over his nerves. His whole body goes taut as it happens, a silent scream of his pleasure caught in his throat as he arches back even harder into Tomura's body, and Sir lets out an animalistic sound of his own, a growl as he fucks him through that tightening of his insides, going hard as Dabi's body is flooded with endorphins, until his hold tightens too and he lets out a groan as he finally, finally lets himself orgasm as well. His cock twitches inside of him and Dabi feels how much wetter he gets as he's suddenly filled with lube and cum. He expects the other to pull out, but Tomura doesn't, and when he has a bit of his wits about him, Dabi squirms weakly.

"Not yet, princess. I want my little girl to watch and see how good his pussy was at taking my cock."

Dabi didn't know that he could get any more embarrassed, but Tomura makes him watch as he starts to soften, as he lifts him one final time and he can see how his cunt is gaping open from how big his cock was, and how much cum he pushed inside of him as it spills out down the backs of his thighs.

Only then, when he's trembling again with the pulse of his embarrassment in his veins, does Shig lay him down on the bed and take off the cock ring. His clit is able to soften more rapidly then as Duster leans over to the nightstand and gets a packet of wipes to clean the cum from his skin. Dabi doesn't have any energy left to protest or even move as Tomura cleans them both up before he lays down on the bed beside him.

It's been quiet for a few minutes, Dabi just finished catching his breath and only just starting to try to get his wits about him when Shig speaks first. "I distinctly remember you saying you don't cuddle--"

Dabi grabs one of his pillows and whips it at his face as hard as his soupy muscles can. Tomura just laughs at him, brighter and more genuine than the meaner ones that he was using before. Then he tosses it back up against the headboard before he reaches for Dabi. He's put on a different set of gloves, so he can hold onto him with all ten fingers when he pulls Dabi's overheated body against his unnaturally cool skin, lips pressing into the halo of his hair as Dabi lets himself slump against him completely.

Duster sighs softly when he doesn't protest or struggle against his grip, his fingers tracing soft patterns against his skin. The last thing that Dabi remembers hearing is a soft, content sigh from the other, his arms still holding him tight against his body.

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The next morning is... weirdly normal. Duster reassures him that even though everyone else who comes in here always gabs about their experience with him, he doesn't share any kind of information about that person's preferences with other people. Dabi doesn't have to be embarrassed about what he liked, they don't have to do this again, but the door is open if he wants to. He lets Dabi shower in his room and they go together to the living room for breakfast where they find that Toga has taken it upon herself to order them an obscene amount of greasy breakfast food to chase away their hangovers. No one is aware enough of their surroundings to take note of the fact they come into the room together, and by the time they're halfway through the meal, Dabi realizes that nothing does have to change because he and Shig are right back to business as usual.

And on things go. Dabi does take another two people to bed, trying to find ones who are willing to top him, and he doesn't know if it's because he doesn't let them call him a girl, or if it's just because they're not as experienced as Shigaraki, but the sex is definitely not as good. Shig on the other hand, seems to have had his fill for a while, saying that he was so insatiable before because it has been months, but that he's spoiled for choice now and he's good until something special catches his eye. He shrugs like it's nothing, and the third person Dabi decides to take to bed is the first that was also with Shig at some point and he asks her what she thought of the experience.

She gushes over how attentive he was. He sat her down and asked her things that other doms rarely do for such a short-term arrangement and she had been absolutely thrilled to scene with him. He was phenomenal, making sure that she had everything that she wanted and that she felt so good before he had even seemed to think about his own pleasure at all. She is starry-eyed with the memory and Dabi... can't help asking around to a few of the other grunts when he's finished with her. There's an... answer to a question that he didn't realize that he should have been asking sitting somewhere in the back of his mind and as he talks to the others, it takes a more concrete form.

They're back ins Shig's office, Duster prepping a fresh shot of espresso when he finally asks, half-knowing what he expects to hear, "What's your fantasy?"

Tomura blinks, looking up from the machine as he slots the cup into place. "To be king. You already know that."

Dabi stands from the couch and crosses the small space between them, Shig turning to face him fully as he does. Dabi curls his fingers in the tie at his neck. "Not for the war. Your fantasy-- in bed. You," his face heats slightly. "You gave me something I didn't know I wanted and didn't know I would be into. You give everyone that when you take them to bed. But you never said anything about what you wanted." He tries to fight through the nerves that try to surface as he takes another step closer, until their bodies are practically pressed together again and he's breathing, "What do you want, sir?"

Tomura sucks in a short, sharp breath, and his eyes look as desperate as Dabi's did as he was watching himself get fucked in the other man's mirror. He hesitates for another second before his gloved hand curls around Dabi's hip and he pulls him in the rest of the way. His voice is soft, like he's scared raising it at all will shatter the tension in the room and the shards will cut them to ribbons. "I... want the same person in my bed every night. I want him to have my marks on his skin, my collar around his throat, and I want to wake up with him still in my sheets every morning." Every word is weighed down with such a sincerity that it seems to make the air in his lungs heavier, tightening Dabi's chest in a way that he didn't expect even with his suspicions about what Tomura's answer would be. “I want someone who stays with me throughout this war while we're working towards our goals, but who is mine. My companion, my confidant, my sub, my... lover. I want someone who knows that I'm trying to make a future for all of us, but who understands that it's him that I want in that future most." His eyes never waver from his own as he takes another small breath before he says, "I fantasize about that future and waking up early every morning so I can watch how the sunrise will make his staples sparkle in the light, and how conditioned I'll be to getting aroused at the first whiff of smoke from his skin. "

Tomura stoppers his words and waits, his own question hanging silently in the heavy air between them. He wants Dabi. And he isn't sure that anyone in the world has ever wanted him like Shigaraki is saying he does. He doesn't think that he's ever even contemplated being wanted like that, about having a future after his revenge. He isn't sure that he can give Tomura all of that. "Let's start with sunrise and marks." Dabi croaks, because he wants to try.

Tomura pulls him closer, mouth hovering over his as he says, "You know how to make me slow down, princess," before he's trying to devour him again.

Dabi doesn't need his safe word, but Tomura will probably be needing a new desk on account of the handprints that he'd burned into the surface as he was bent over it. He's not sure how many of Tomura's fantasies that he'll actually be able to deliver on, but for the first time since he really started to get introduced to kink and fetishes, he decides that it's actually worth trying. Maybe, like the other things Tomura's shown him in bed, he'll enjoy being owned enough to try to make sense of the romance stuff too. Couldn't hurt to try.

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