#burnincrown

They thought she was part of the revolution, the rebels that keep causing them trouble, but she’s never met a rebel in her life. Not that she knows of. Her desire for chaos and causing Kylo Ren problems stems simply from the fact that she can. He deserves it for what she’s seen him put others through. Especially when he can’t control his temper. 

She’s a little surprised that they haven’t managed to find her though. She’s hiding in plain sight and you think with all the talk of how great the force is, he’d sense her. Maybe Hux had a point about hubris and the inevitable downfall of relying on outside sources. Then again, it’s Hux so he can’t be that right. She thinks they’re just looking for someone more menacing than she is. Like a more obvious threat than the woman who works with the cleaning droids. 

It’s the arrogance that lets her slip by them with ease. That assumption that they can only be taken by someone they perceive as being strong. At least until she hears that each individual is to be inspected by Kylo Ren himself. It sends the crew into a panic. She tries not to roll her eyes at the dramatics. 

When her name is called, she walks into the chamber with ease. It’s familiar, even if the man is not, and she forces herself to twist her fingers together in nerves. She keeps her eyes on the floor and waits. 

“Who are you?” The voice is distorted by his mask.

“Maintenance, sir.” Her voice is steady even as she won’t meet his eyes. 

The silence weighs down on her but she doesn’t give in, even though she can practically feel his presence increasing. 

“Look at me.” 

She lifts her head, eyes meeting where his should be. She expects to see the mask. Instead, she sees his face. Dark eyes, a strong nose and jaw…it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before. Just because she’s slipped under their notice doesn’t mean she hasn’t been paying attention. 

He stares at her, eyes boring into hers. There’s a pressure in her head, like a growing headache, that seems to increase the longer he looks at her. She stares back, wondering how long this is going to take. 

“It’s you.”

She blinks back. “I don’t understand, sir.” 

“No. Don’t play games or attempt to lie. I know your mind. It’s you.” He pulls back slightly, just enough to make her feel like she can breathe again. “Why are you ruining my work?”

“What work?” She asks. 

“What–” he cuts himself off, turning from her. She tries not to laugh, amused at how he’s attempting to control his anger. She expected to be dead by now if he was certain. The fact that she’s alive tells her that he’s not. “You know exactly what I refer to! Why are you being insubordinate?”

“Sir, I’m in maintenance. If one of the droids that you work with, that cleans your rooms, is failing, that would be part of my work. What else would you refer to?”

She feels the pressure before she’s sent back flying into the wall behind her. It holds her there as Kylo Ren stalks forward. 

“Don’t lie to me!” he snaps. “Don’t act like this means nothing to you! You’re the same as me!” 

He is insistent, she’ll give him that, but his lack of an actual explanation of his meaning gives her too much space to fill in the blanks. She just has to change her approach. “Okay, okay!” She meets his eyes. “Can you let me go? I’ll explain.” His confidence in his control is going to be his downfall. 

He releases the pressure on her and she stumbles forward slightly, rolling her shoulders as she tries to ignore the lingering sensations of it. 

“Tell me.”

“I am in maintenance,” she says. “And I have been…watching you,” she softens her voice. 

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t get the thought out of my head of what your hands might feel like on my skin.” Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t that. She can see it with the way his eyes widen. 

He suddenly scowls. “You are trying to distract me. It won’t work.”

“You wanted the truth,” she says. “I’m giving it. Just because you haven’t seen me doesn’t mean that I could ignore you, sir.”

In all her time here, she’s never actually seen the man with a partner. She thinks it’s because people are frightened of him, maybe due to his anger, but she knows he desires that contact, that connection. She can use that. 

He looks surprised and confused, still trying to maintain his scowl. 

“I’m sorry for any confusion or if I made you uncomfortable…” She glances away purposefully. “I just–you wanted to know,” she tells him. She steps forward, towards him and tries not to react when he startles at the movement. “I understand, sir if you want me to go…I won’t bother you again.”

She moves to leave only to be stopped by his demand.

“I did not dismiss you.”

She stops instantly, turning towards him. “My apologies. I assumed I made you uncomfortable.” She keeps her head down, even if she’s tempted to meet his gaze straight on, but moves to him. He doesn’t step away and she takes the chance to place her hand on his breastplate. “Unless…you’re not?” Now she looks up at him from under her lashes. She keeps her grin to herself as she pushes herself up on her toes and brushes the corner of his mouth with her lips. He’s practically frozen in place and all she needs is him to shove her away and demand she leave him. 

The moment she pulls back though, he pulls her back, his mouth covering hers. He kisses her desperately. He has little style and technique and she tries to help, to ease him into it. Once he slows down, it actually starts to feel good. She’ll give him that, he’s a quick learner. 

She takes the chance to show him how to kiss, how to nip at someone’s lip lightly, and how to deepen it without getting sloppy. She reaches for him carefully, feeling how he flinches when she touches the side of his face. 

He takes the small things she offers with a desperation she can practically taste. He is incredibly touch-starved and it shows with how tightly he holds her, how he nips at her neck and grinds himself into her. 

It’s surprisingly easy to maneuver him back, to push him to fall on his bed. He looks young with the way he stares up at her in awe and want. It’s almost enough to forget everything he’s done. She straddles him, mentally calculating how long this will take before he breaks and she can slip away. 

He holds her carefully, as though he’s terrified she’s going to break or disappear from his grasp. It would be sweet if she wasn’t simply using this against him. She sits on him, slowly grinding her hips against his as she starts to try to figure out how to get him out of his armour. She ignores his gaze as he pulls down the zipper of her jumpsuit. She lets him, focusing on unclipping the large belt around his waist and his cloak. She pauses to slip her arms out of the sleeves of her worksuit before carefully peeling the gloves off of his hands. 

“You can touch me,” she says softly. Sensing his hesitation, she grabs one of his hands and places it on her breast. She’s still wearing her support, but it doesn’t stop him from getting a feel for the softness and weight of them. 

He pulls her down suddenly, kissing her hard. She grins against his mouth, amused at his effort to take control. She breaks it only to scrape her teeth gently against his jaw. She sits back up and undoes her chest support. His eyes widen the smallest amount seeing her bare breasts and she has to bite back the laugh. It’s too easy. 

It doesn’t take much after that to get him to help her undress him. He fakes being confident well but she can see the slight tremble in his touch, the hesitation that mixes with desire in his gaze. 

She takes the lead, moving back onto his lap and feigning giving him control as she lets him guide her hips against his. He’s hard enough against her that she could likely simply get him to reach his release like this but she needs him exhausted. It’s a bonus that she finds this equally pleasurable. She’s not sure if it’s the manipulation, the potential chaos or the way he actually feels against her, but she’s enjoying it. Hearing the leader of the Knights of Ren try not to beg while he’s under her is intoxicating. 

She angles him herself before she eases his cock into her, wincing as his grip tightens on her hips. She’ll be bruised from this. She moans, briefly wondering why she didn’t attempt this sooner before she slowly starts to move. 

Just like that…her control is lost. 

He moves faster than she can comprehend. An arm around her waist and she’s on her back with him above her. She frowns slightly at the sudden change, unamused by the loss of her obvious control. It’s fine. She can still get what she wants from this. 

Her head falls back, eyes closing as Kylo thrusts forward into her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, a parting gift to remember her by, not that she’d say that out loud. 

For all of his inexperience, he learns quickly and uses the resources available to him. While he fucks her, muttering about how good she feels, he uses his mouth on her breasts, sucking marks and sending sparks down her spine every time his mouth encloses a nipple. The surprise though is the way he uses the Force. She’s felt herself be pinned by it before, she’s seen him move things and people with ease but she doesn’t expect the sudden pressure on her clit while his hands still grip her in place as he moves in her. 

She cries out, the pressure suddenly breaking and she clenches around him as she reaches her release. It hits harder than any she’s had by herself. 

He buries his face in her neck, teeth digging into her skin as he chases his own. He groans as he feels her tightening around him and for a moment, she feels the pressure around her building. Her hands are suddenly pulled and pinned by the energy he controls above her. 

“Sir?” she breathes, blinking up at him. 

“You asked for this,” he growls at her. “You watched me? This as good as you dreamed?” 

She moans as the pressure increases. His control is impeccable. “Yes,” she breathes, knowing it’s what he wants to hear. 

He kisses her again, hard and demanding as he increases his pace. She clutches him to her, digging her heel into his back as he moves. It doesn’t take long before his hips stutter and he groans as he falls into his release. 

She lets him rest on her for a moment before she taps his chest. “You’re heavy, sir.” He kisses her quickly before he rolls off of her. She winces at the loss but lets herself breathe and the tension drains from her. She was close to another release but she doesn’t mind losing it. 

He pulls her into him, to rest her head on his chest. She traces small patterns on his abs while she waits, making herself focus only on the feeling of lying with him and the satisfaction of her plan succeeding as she pretends to fall asleep until he does. 

It doesn’t take long. 

She slips out of his embrace, getting dressed quickly and quietly before she leaves his room, pausing only to steal a key pass. She heads straight to the docking bay. She needs to get out of here before he wakes up. The thrill of escaping before he realizes she tricked him is nearly as good as the sex was. She laughs as she slips into a supply ship with one of her droids. She only wishes she could see it when he realizes it. 

Your quirk is useful, but it isn’t powerful. You can’t sway the truly determined…or the desperate. 

Your back slams into the wall, head ricocheting from the impact. Your vision blanks for a second, the world swaying as the man in front of you spits as he talks. You can smell the alcohol on his breath. 

“Give it to me!” he snarls, nails sharpening with his quirk in warning. He holds them in front of your face. 

Your heart is beating in your ears and your stomach rolls. How hard did you hit your head? “Hold–hold on,” you say, trying to focus. If the world would stop swaying, you’d be able to reach into your bag and throw your wallet. Or the whole bag. Why did you pick one that went across your chest instead of hanging off your shoulder? Oh, right, so a wanna-be villain couldn’t swipe it as they ran by. 

“Hurry up!”

“What’s the rush?” A voice calls out from the side. You both look at the newcomer. It’s a man but you can’t make out his features with the way he’s silhouetted by the street behind him. 

“It’s none of your business,” your mugger calls out to them. “Get moving before you get hurt.” 

The man laughs. “You think you’ll hurt me?” He moves closer, into the alley where she was dragged. “Anything dealing with her is my business.” 

You frown slightly, confused. Do you know them? The voice isn’t familiar but your head hurts and you just want to go home. 

The person trying to steal from you, who shoved you hard into a wall, turns to them, nails growing longer in response. “I’m telling you, leave. I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t have to.” 

The man grins. “I do.” 

You don’t know what happens next because your vision suddenly goes black and you feel yourself falling as you try to grasp at the wall to keep yourself standing. You feel heat, sudden and viciously hot, and hear someone screaming but it’s overrun by the way someone grabs you. Your vision returns as their arm hooks under your legs. 

“I got you, princess.” You’re held close against their chest and you can feel them move, walking you back towards the street. Light glints off of the metal on their cheek and you catch sight of the disfiguration on half of his face. 

“Hospital,” you say, blinking away the dots that scatter across your vision with the change in lighting. “Please. I think I need a hospital.”

“I know what you need,” he says. He grins as he says it, glancing down at you. His eyes are bright blue, standing out against the rest of his features. He doesn’t say anything else and you’re left to trust this stranger who’s holding you tight and moving determinedly. You wonder what happened to the thief, but put it out of your mind. You just got lucky a hero found you.

You’ve never been more wrong. 

You stare at the man across from you as he leans against the door. Dabi, as he’s introduced himself, didn’t bring you to a hospital or your home. Instead, you’re healed and in his bedroom. You have no idea where exactly that is. 

“Heh, are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?” 

“Let me go,” you say, voice laced with your quirk. You see the way it settles in his eyes and fades just as fast. Your breath catches. That’s not good. He’s not desperate, not with how unconcerned he looks, which means he’s determined. The question is for what? 

“No,” he says. “Not when I finally have you.”

“Have me? For what?” He doesn’t answer. “You can’t just kidnap people! You’re going to let me walk out!” Your voice rings with your power but nothing happens. You feel tears start to build up in your eyes and you try hard to swallow it back. You’re not super emotional but you tend to cry when you’re frustrated or angry. Like it has to be released one way or another. You never expected this to happen. You’re not a hero or anything. Your quirk isn’t powerful. You’re not worth this. 

He moves away from the door, coming towards you. You’re tempted to scramble back, out of his reach, but you refuse to show that you’re afraid. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

He reaches up and brushes one of the tears that fall off of your cheek. You watch as he puts the finger he used in his mouth, tasting it. Your throat tightens at the action. “I was right,” he says softly, sounding more like he’s talking to himself than to you. His eyes meet yours. “Do you know how long I’ve watched you? You’re perfect.”

You stare at him as the words register. “What?” 

His hand grabs the back of your neck and before you can even think, his mouth is on yours. His kiss is hard and demanding, teeth nipping at your lips until you open up for him. His tongue moves against yours and he groans as though it’s something he wants to savour. 

You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be letting him kiss you like this, like he hasn’t stolen you away and ignored your demands to be released. You’re not stupid though. If he’s as much of a villain as he says he is, you just need to wait him out. You’ll find your exit one way or another.

“Stop thinking,” he tells you, mouth brushing access yours again before he sucks a mark into your throat. “I’ll show you it’s worth it. You won’t want to run when I’m done.” 

You laugh at the presumptuousness. As if anything would be enough to make you want to stay. You can’t deny you’re curious though. It’s always been your downfall. 

Tears fall as he holds your hips down, mouth moving between your legs and building you closer to the edge that you’ve been thrown off of multiple times already. You’re not sure you’ve ever orgasmed this many times before, not in a row, not with another person. He seems to know exactly what you like. You barely have to direct him. 

You can’t stop yourself from crying from the stimulation even as you begged for more. When he sees it, he pauses, moving to slot his hips between your legs as he kisses you again. You can taste yourself on him, but the thought barely registers when he moves his mouth. He kisses and licks at the tracks of tears. 

“So fucking pretty when you cry,” he mutters against your skin. 

“-m not,” you whine. “Dabi, please!”

“Please what? Hmm?”

You don’t answer, trying to wipe away your tears. You didn’t mean to cry but it felt like too much. Now he was giving you a break and you felt like you could breathe again. 

“Come on, princess. You want more? Let me keep you.”

“No,” you breathe. 

“Tell me,” he demands, hips rocking into yours. He’s hard against you. “Only gonna cry for me. Only I make you feel like this. Admit it.” 

You whine, simultaneously wanting more and less. His hand wraps around your throat, heating slightly. His mouth nips at your jaw before moving against your ear. “Tell me you want me.”

Your head falls back. He’s so close but he’s already made you cum multiple times. You can outlast this. 

His hand burns at your lack of response but it fades just as fast. “You’re mine.”

“No,” you say, half exhausted but kissing him again. 

“Tell me,” he demands.

You don’t answer. 

“Heh,” he says before angling himself and pressing in. He groans into your neck at the sensation. “You will.” 

Obsession Prompts + Another Set of Yandere Prompts

“Things would be easier for you if you just gave in, you know.” He says it without looking at her, but when he does turn, she doesn’t even glance his way. She’s not going to give him the satisfaction. 

“I know this…isn’t what you’d choose, but trust me. It’s better this way.”

She scoffs at that. Better? Running from motel to motel in some desperate search of a goal that she knows they’re never going to reach. She didn’t want to come. She didn’t want to get wrapped up in whatever shit he and his brother were getting in because if she knew one thing about the Geckos, it was that this would end in blood. She didn’t want it to be hers. 

But Richie had followed her around like some lost puppy when they met and Seth...well, Seth was only weak for his brother so when it was time to move and Richie wanted to keep her…she came with them. Whether she wanted to or not. 

She hears him pull out another smoke before he stops and puts it away. She knows the only reason he does is because she snapped at both of them about dealing with their secondhand smoke in the room, especially when they refuse to let her open a window. 

“You’re not even going to look at me?” 

She keeps her eyes on the stupid reality talk show that’s on low because the guests keep screaming at each other. At least until she feels his hand touch her chin, turning her face to look at him. 

“There you are.” 

“Richie. Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He shifts slightly closer and despite how angry she is at him, she doesn’t move. His eyes watch hers, searching for any hint of some expression she knows she can’t meaningly give. He doesn’t have his glasses on. Somehow he seems less intense, softer in some way. A small vulnerability that he’s allowing her to see. “I’m going to kiss you. Okay?” His voice is low and it’s a question she can’t answer. She’s not supposed to be here. “Just…just let me kiss you.” 

He moves slowly, as though he’s giving her time to retreat if she wants.  His grip on her chin loosens as callused fingers shift to cup her cheek. His lips are dry and a little cracked, but his kiss is gentle. It feels like he almost doesn’t believe it’s happening, at least not at first. The longer his lips carefully move against hers, the more confident he becomes. It’s not long before he’s deepening the kiss, tongue licking into her mouth and demanding more. 

She sinks into him, hand clutching at the dress shirt he’s wearing. She shouldn’t be doing this, especially not with him, but it feels good and she needs to just forget for a moment the chaos that her life has turned into. 

The lock on the door clicks and before she can even think, she shoves Richie away from her, watching as he tumbles off of the bed in surprise. 

Seth stands there for a moment, taking in the scene as she turns back to the TV. He snorts slightly, looking past her at her brother who’s picking himself up off the floor. He opens his mouth to say something before she sees him shake his head. “I don’t want to know. I got food. Hungry?” Seth puts the bag he’s holding down on the small table. 

She doesn’t move, unwilling to give in again and pretend that this is okay, even if she was just kissing Richie. It doesn’t matter because Richie brings her the food anyways. She eats, ignoring the way her throat tightens. She’s here because he wants her. They stole her because of him. A kiss doesn’t change that. Not even a bit.

The two of you continue. Seth has drawn you into fighting with him since you met. At first, he just seemed to enjoy antagonizing you but somewhere along the line, it shifted into some desire to make sure both of you could protect yourselves. Maybe it was the reveal of lizard vampires. Something that you still didn’t fully wrap your head around. Even if Richie somehow was one. 

Seth aims a punch and when you twist to avoid it, he manages to grab your arm and throw you. You roll as soon as you land, jumping to your feet to stand before aiming a kick under his jaw as he lunges forward. He jerks back, clutching his face. He bends forward and doesn’t move, hands still holding his jaw. 

“Shit,” you stride forward, worried that you actually managed to do some damage. Seth always somehow either avoids your hits or tells you that you need to put more power into them. You lean towards him as you get close, reaching out to check on him. “You okay?” 

Seth grabs your wrist, foot sliding behind yours and the next thing you know, your back is slamming down on the ground. Seth presses a hand against your throat as he pins you down. 

“You fell for the easiest trick in the book.” 

Muttering a curse to yourself, you try to pull in your leg to get between the both of you so you can kick him off. All this time spent fighting, he knows your tricks. Seth uses his body weight against you, pinning your legs down with his pressed against your thighs. He holds down your wrist with his hands and smirks at the fact that you're trapped below him. “What are you going to do now, princess?” 

You can’t help it. Your eyes dart down at his lips. He’s just so close and you’ve ignored the way you’ve both looked at each other. Seth doesn’t want anything more than a one-night stand and you both have too much damage to really offer anything long-term. That doesn’t stop wanting more though, even if you won’t get into it. 

The tension is thick enough that you could cut through it but Seth..Seth isn’t moving, content to have his body pressed against yours in this facade of what you both want. 

You don’t know who moves first. His lips press against yours, hard and demanding. His facial hair burns slightly as his mouth moves on yours, teeth nipping as he tries to deepen it. You let him in. How could you not, even knowing this is a bad idea? 

The kiss breaks and for a moment you just stare at each other. His eyes seem darker than normal as they watch you. 

“Get off.” 

He lets you go as easily as he pinned you, moving back and offering a hand to help you up once he stands. You ignore it, swallowing tightly. You brush yourself off and try to walk away, willing your body to calm down so you can go back to pretending that there’s nothing between you. 

“Hey…” you hear him call out to you. “Hey!” He runs after you, grabbing your shoulder to stop you. You turn to face him, wondering why he’s doing this now. 

“What?”

“What?” he looks at you incredulously. “You really going to act like that didn’t happen?”

You shake your head. “It was a bad idea.”

“Fuck that,” he says. “We’ve been dancing around this long enough.”

“Seth, stop.”

“Why?” He stares at you like he’s trying to figure you out but all you can think about is what changed. He was content to pretend before. 

You try to turn to leave but he moves so he’s standing in front of you again. “Seth…”

He sighs. “I’m fucking trying here. I don’t know what you want from me, okay? So just tell me.” 

“Everything!” you snap. “I want everything.” 

His eyebrows raise in surprise and you instantly regret saying anything. You should have lied. 

“...what if I can’t give you everything?” he asks, watching you carefully.

“I know you can’t. That’s why this is a bad idea. We don’t want the same things.” He doesn’t say anything and you push past him, ignoring the way your heart clenches in your chest. You mentally start preparing to leave. You both just need a break, some space from each other. You’ll tell Richie or Kate, whoever you find first, that you’re leaving for a bit and then they can tell Seth. It’s better this way. Even if it hurts. 

Various Prompts