The Masked Ram

DRRR! 

Haikyuu!!

KNB

Obey Me!

Psycho Pass

Food Wars

Baldur's Gate 3

Stardew

Wind Breaker

~Ready or not, they're gonna come out and play~

Multiverse

Furry fiction

~I won't pretend that I resist temptation~

Original fiction

Chapter Eight: Claiming

Dabi didn’t have time for this. He stared across the cafeteria, stared at the way you smiled at the beta next to you and laughed. This was just another fucking wrench in his plans, he didn’t have time to defend his territory because he was too damned busy moving in on it himself. Why did you have to test the boundary of his patience now?!

A day, he had one single day until the others stormed the place. Until he’d be rescued from Tatarus and here you were making moon eyes at this fucking piece of shit. His fingers flexed with the desire to wrap around the nameless beta’s throat.

You weren’t even looking at him. You had only talked to him in the beginning of lunch, shared your usual apple and then walked off. That was normal. But walking off to go talk to this shit stain? No… no that wasn’t normal. He clenched his jaw, his molars squeaked in protest and the joints in his face threatened to lock up.

He didn’t need the added stress of watching this, he needed to figure shit out now. He needed to figure out how to get you out of here when the others came. He needed to figure out— your hand brushed the other man’s shoulder. Dabi felt his quirk struggle against its bindings.

He was going to rip out that beta’s fucking throat with his teeth. This was idiotic, he shouldn’t be doing this, and yet he found himself standing. His lip was curling over his canine as he approached the two of you standing by the wall. The beta looked up and visibly blanched, you however tilted your head innocently. Not quite baring your gland to appease him but that was only because he was certain you just didn’t realize how absolutely pissed he was. Not until he stepped close enough that you could smell him over the crowd.

“Everything okay, Dabi?” you asked, taking a step towards him.

A smirk curled his lips languidly when he saw the recognition on your face, when he saw you fight against the desire to tilt your head to the side and show submission. His scent swirled around you, bathing you in his pheromones. You whimpered, frowning as you swallowed against every instinct in your body.

Oh god, what he wouldn’t do to taste your sugary flavors on his tongue as he bit into you, as he fucked you.

The beta had scrambled off, probably to find help. Dabi couldn’t care right now, he was too busy taking in the way your pupils flared, the way your mouth parted slightly. You were so sensitive to him now.

“C’mon doll,” he said, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. “Give in.”

He backed you up against the wall once more, placing his palm right by your head, caging you in as he leaned towards your lips. He wanted nothing more than for you to submit, to take you. His blue eyes skipped over your face as pressed in further, demanding more from you.

Then your hands were on his chest, pushing him back, “W-what are you doing?”

Your voice quivered so sweetly even as your darkened gaze darted at the crowd over his shoulder. He sighed; frustration, anger, and lust swirling into a heavy and dangerous mix in his body.

“That beta… isn’t good enough for ya. Isn’t the one ya want,” he said confidently.

You blinked at him, confusion taking over the desire in your gaze, “I… I don’t know what you are talking about.”

You shook your head. He narrowed his eyes, tilted closer to your face.

“Really, I was just… just talking to him,” you squeaked. “You are producing too many pheromones, Dabi!”

You tried to pull away only to realize there was nowhere to go.

He licked his teeth, “Ya weren’t complainin’ a minute ago.”

With a scoff he pushed away from the wall, away from you. He’d staked his claim, his scent had absolutely soaked you and he’d placed the carefully nurtured thought in your head. Your body craved his. You would be his. He just didn’t have the luxury to take it slow. Tomorrow… tomorrow he would take you.

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He lingered in the background that day. Not pushing the boundaries like he had the day before. Dabi needed to make sure you felt confident and comfortable around him again, just so he could make his final move.

You hadn’t necessarily been avoiding him, but you too had been staying on the outskirts. Hesitating to come too close, watching him and if he read your body language right, the way your eyes lingered on him, you were controlling yourself. It was good. This knowledge that you struggled just like he did, maybe not quite as much, but enough for him to know that he had twisted his toxic thorns around your lungs. That affirmation was delicious.

Still, it made biding his time harder, it made swallowing down the damned slop they always called lunch, near impossible. He’d much rather be fucking his tongue past your teeth, lapping it over your gland, and then dragging it through your soaking folds. He’d much rather be tasting you in every way he could.  Yet, he knew he had to do it all at the right time. Right before the chaos started, literally minutes before so he had enough time to take everything you knew away only to replace it with something so much better. Replace it with him. Replace it with the two of you.

He didn’t finish his pathetic fucking excused for a lunch. No surprise. Shigaraki would be hitting the place much later in the day, after the skeleton crew for the night had taken over. His window would be small. You left shortly around the exchange, after checking in on him for the night. He would need to stall you.

Dabi had gone over his plans in his head again and again. Swirling through different ways it could go, different ways he could counteract any potential problems. If there was one thing he was good at, it was planning.

The sun was flirting closer to the horizon while he was pacing his cell. His skin prickled uncomfortably as he considered the doorway. Kowing that you would find yourself in here as soon as the sky was changing colors made him feel like he was buzzing. Was it excitement he felt? Anticipation? A mixture of both? It wasn’t quite nerves, definitely not anxiety, and not fear. Dabi was certain he just wanted to get it over with, to finally be free of this accursed place with you by his side.

However, you surprised him, like you often did, by arriving an hour early. You peeked around the corner with wide eyes. You were definitely nervous, even with how little he could smell your pheromones, as you stepped into his space only a couple feet away, he could detect the slight sour tinge. That crab apple bitterness he so often found lingering on your skin when your anxiety was pushing to the forefront but not enough to turn to fear. Your fingers wouldn’t stop fiddling with your shirt and you stared resolutely at the wall just above his head. God, just what were you thinking about, what exactly had his words done to your poor little brain?

“Dabi,” you breathed, and with that exhale it was like you stole the oxygen from his lungs.

He waited for your judgement, for your questions, with his fingernails biting into his mismatched skin on his palms. You still couldn’t meet his eyes yet. For a moment you considered the cement as if it held the answer. Like it could help you speak. He waited as patiently as he could, trying not to chew a hole in his cheek.

“What did you mean today?” you finally asked, turning your attention to him and pinning him down with your eyes.

For a moment he wanted to squirm. For a heartbeat, his stolen breath wouldn’t come back, and he was certain he would suffocate as he struggled to find to his answer. You were able to pull that slight fear he’d not acknowledged to the front of his mind, until he pasted his cocky smile on his face and pushed it back down, locking it away tightly behind bars.

“What ya mean, dollface?” he asked innocently.

You took a deep breath, your expression turning into a scowl as your stance stiffened. Your chin lifted and the long line of your neck was wonderfully exposed. You refused to submit to him right then. And god, it made something in his twisted mind shiver with arousal. He wanted to force you to, just as much as he wanted to encourage your bravery. His mouth watered at both possibilities.

“What did you mean, the man I was talking to today wasn’t the one for me?” you squinted, a challenge not only in your posture but in your eyes.

Such a perfect omega. His alpha crooned silently and he lifted his lip in a mock sneer, one with no heat behind it.

“Ya can’t possibly be that oblivious,” he said, taking a step towards you.

You refused to back up, refused to give ground to Dabi despite the fact that he could see your breath quicken. Your chest expanded a little deeper on each inhale, your pupils dilated. He ran his tongue along the front of his teeth, weighing his words. The longer he dragged this out the better.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you hissed back.

A snarl caught in your throat. He heard it even as you tried to muffle it. The hairs raised on the back of his neck, and he wanted to say he hated the sound. It certainly rubbed more primal parts of his mind the wrong way, but the twisted side of him reveled in it. He would truly love watching you bend for him and only him. His fingers twitched at his side with the urge to grip your throat and force your neck to tilt.

“I’m not, doll. But I’m makin’ sure ya know how ridiculous you’re being. You’re smart, ya know what I mean. Stop dancin’ around the issue,” he pressed as he stepped into your space.

The aura that surrounded him dug into you. He could hear your breathing stutter, watched as your lip wobbled on the inhale. Your right knee shivered, threatening to collapse. Yes, you were at his mercy just as much as he was at yours. This boiling tension between the two of you was becoming too strong, too hard to fight anymore.

“Then stop avoiding the question,” you didn’t move back despite the way your entire body seemed to scream that it wanted to.

His blues eyes slipped over your frame. He could practically feel the way your skin would give under his touch. Soft and supple, perfect for holding in place. He licked his teeth again as he chose his words.

“You’re mine. Ya have been since we first met. Ya feel it, just like I do, we are both at this thing’s mercy,” he growled, finally stepping so close to you that you had to drop your head back against your shoulders to meet his gaze.

He kept your stare captured within his, even as his hand came up to clasp against the back of your skull. That was when your foot shifted to its heel finally and you realized you should have given in earlier. But it was too late; far, far too late.

His nails sank into your nape and your lids fluttered, eyes rolled underneath them as a gush of sugary sweetness wrapped around that sour tinge in your pheromones. He could taste it heavy on his tongue as he lapped over your lips once. It wasn’t a kiss, just a firm lick. You pressed your mouth into a tighter line and whined, fighting against him, yourself, and everything that was roiling in the air.

His free palm pressed tight against your shoulder, and he walked you back, fast and hard until the slam of the cement wall forced the breath out of your lungs. It was sweet against his lips, tasting like sharp apples and you. This time he actually kissed you, bit against your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan into it.

You accepted the heat of his tongue eagerly, so soft and warm for him. Pliable and needy. His hand moved from your nape to your throat. He felt you breathe, swallow, and the flutter of your pulse. His thumb traced the soft underside of your jaw line and the dip where your jugular sat.

He dragged his tongue over your palate, your teeth, everything. He memorized it all. He claimed it all. With broad and sweeping strokes that took and took until you were slumped against his chest. Your fingers sank into his hair and yanked, causing shivers to rack his spine.

He slotted his hips between your thighs and smirked when you gasped at the sensation of his cock sliding deliciously against your burning cunt.

“Such a good omega,” he growled, humming in approval when the anxiety left your scent completely and it turned completely into sugary sweet fruit.

You whimpered.

“We need—,” you started but he cut you off with a sloppy kiss. “Dabi!”

He laughed. God, this was exhilarating. Finally, taking what was his, finally crossing the boundary that he had been so careful around for so long.

“We don’t need anythin’ but you n’ me, doll face,” he murmured.

His hands burned a path up your shirt while he distracted you with lips and tongue against your neck. His teeth worried lower until his nose crinkled at the scent patch. It was weak, old, and should have been changed at the middle of the shift. Had you been walking around like this all day? Just spread your pheromones?

Dabi would kill anyone who looked at you twice, who even had a second to smell you. He snarled as he yanked your shirt over your head and despite your protests, pinned you harder against the wall. Jealousy burned thick and torrent through his veins, rippling like a viper coiling to strike.

Without thinking, without pausing so he could take his time to gather his thoughts and potentially walk himself back from disaster, he ripped your scent patch from your gland.

“Ow! What the fuck!? Dabi! Dabi stop!” you screamed, pushing at his immovable form as he did the unthinkable.

His teeth descended, ripping, mutilating, tearing, and your protests turned into one endless scream of pain. He could taste the sugary oil of your gland mingled with the sharp tang of blood. Some part of himself was trying to reign himself in, but he couldn’t. Your nails scrabbled at his shirt for what seemed like hours but was really just seconds, until eventually your hands went limp against his chest.

He pulled back to look at the massacre he’d made of your mating gland. There was no hope for it to heal without a mark, even if you never marked him, you would be his forever. Your eyes had grown dull, but you were still awake, blinking dumbly at him.

“It’s okay, omega. I will take care of you,” he breathed, licking blood from his teeth as he laid you against the stiff mattress of his bunk.

Crimson leaked from the wound on your neck and he hummed thoughtfully. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in your right then and there, but he couldn’t have you bleeding out either. He leaned over to the side and grabbed where your shirt had fallen to the floor, ripped the clothes in half and wrapped it around your shoulder and ribs in a makeshift bandage. It was sloppy but quick and should work well enough for now, he couldn’t give it any more thought anyway. The throbbing against his jumpsuit was becoming more than he could bear. Your scent was strong enough, he felt like he was going insane.

His lips trailed further down, his tongue rolled over your nipples followed quickly by a sharp nip of his teeth. Your body shifted, still reacting but everything was slower, dimmer than it should be. Your system was in overdrive, shocked and damaged from his assault. He knew that any time after this would be better for you, right now it was just getting the mark to take.

He shouldn’t take his time to taste you, but he couldn’t quite ignore the desire to bury his tongue in your delectable cunt. So, he tore your pants from your hips, pressing a chaste kiss with a sharp bite to the inside of your thigh. Your leg twitched against his shoulder but that was all, once more just a bit of movement but nothing more.

You were still leagues away, drowning in the pain and distress that had crashed over you. He had time to finish this while indulging. Even if he wouldn’t be able to fall into that lust as much as he wanted to. He still needed to get the knotting over and done with before the chaos began.

He pressed the wide flat of his tongue against your cunt. Your arousal had coated it enough that the panic you’d gone through towards the end hadn’t had the chance to dry you up. He pulled back, hollowed his cheeks and pursed his lips to spit a thick glob directly on your clit. It rolled down through your lips, joining the fluids already glistening there. Then he took his fingers, dragged the spittle down and pressed two of his digits roughly into your walls. Your body flexed with the movement, fighting against the intrusion but his mouth latched around your clit and he sucked hard.

That was the first time you’d made a sound since he’d bit you. A gasp, light and breathy, barely there, but pleasure filled all the same. It made his cock throb to a point where he groaned against your nerves, laving his tongue over it encouragingly. He wanted more; he wanted to hear you break apart. But when he peeked at you, underneath his lashes and hairline he saw nothing. Your eyes did not meet his and they were still just as glassy and empty as before.

Dabi had to fight down the panicked frustration, it was fine. Once you were his, he would have plenty of time to make you feel everything.

A third finger pushed through your body and he curled them, pressing up against the spot inside you that would normally cause you to scream, your body to thrash. But that’s not what he got. All he received was a tightening of your cunt and a wrinkle of your brow. It was enough though. Part of you was still there with him, it had to be.

He leaned back and pulled away, stopping long enough so he could lap his fingers clean as shifted his jumpsuit off, letting it slip down his waist far enough so that he could pull his cock out with a hiss. His skin was on fire, burning with heat and nerve endings that screamed to be inside you.

“Don’ worry, dollface, after this—,” he pushed inside you with a groan as you snapped tight around his length, “—I’ll spoil ya with my knot every second I get.”

He shuddered as he fucked into you until he hit his base and his pelvis was tight against your clit. Dabi blew out a breath, searching for your scent, beyond the stench of salt and iron staining the air. There it was, a mix of soured and rotted fruit and the soft sweetness of sugared melon that had drifted deep down into the undertones.

Dabi closed his eyes, focused on the sweet notes and ploughed forward. He was going to cum fast and hard, unable to do more than grunt and moan in your ear as he lost himself in the salvation that was your pussy. The softness of your breasts beneath his wide palm and the perfection of your curves pressed up against his sharp boney frame. You didn’t respond, you didn’t look at him, and you didn’t coo at him like he thought you might.

Your frozen stare was fixed on the wall, your breath was slow and steady, and it twisted something he’d thought had died long ago deep in his chest. But before he could figure out what that emotion was in his addled state, his knot was inflating and catching so wonderfully. Your muscles had swollen around him and snagged him deep inside you, letting him tie within just a few thrusts.

“Fu-uck,” he growled, as he came while clenching his hands around you and the rough sheets of his bed.

His blunt nails bit into the thin skin covering your ribs and the fat just above it creating the mound of your tit. The cloth beneath him scratched over his still healthy skin of his palms. Every sensation was too much as he released spurt after spurt inside your walls before sinking on top of you with a heavy sigh.

He only had minutes to relax, maybe ten, before he heard the crack of stone and the crumble of cement a few floors away. He looked up to where you had started blinking slowly, eyes still hazy. His knot was still too full to pull out but it would be gone within the time he needed to move.