#Jaws won't fix me but i can loop it for hours and try not to cry

[bubacorn]

there lives a horrible, selfish, nastly little thing inside me that wants an entire concert with just Jaws on the setlist. i'd sit on the floor in complete silence the whole time. Vessel can be in pajamas, for all i care. the others can come and go if they like. i just think it would heal a tiny crack in my chest, somewhere

[diaco1968]

Payback is as cold as Steel 2

Mini nsfw stories where you take your revenge on the boys (Hawks, Dabi, Overhaul and Shigaraki), for this.

WARNING! Nsfw, smut, a bunch of kinks like choking, bondage, mentions of being drugged.

Everyone is aged up and are adults.

Hawks/ Takami Keigo

He had walked past the bedroom, catching a glance of you on the ladder fixing something to the ceiling, looking very serious. He had smirked and leaned on the door frame admiring how the delicate you could turn into a crafty handy woman when need be "I love it when you get down and dirty all by yourself, you know? So fucking sexy." He had chirpped catching your attention and missing the fleeting predatory aura around you. You had smiled at him, oh so sweetly.

"Well even I might need a hand sometimes, care to lend me one?"

He pushed himself off the door frame and walked over to you, only now realising the peculiarity of your 'handy work', the brand new hook, screwed deep in the ceiling just a few steps away from the bed. His smirk turned into a gleeful grin "oh shit, is that what I think it is?"

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile of your own reaching a hand over to him from your place over the ladder "belt, please." He didn't waste a second complying "getting right down to it, huh?" You took the belt, which he had made a show of pulling off, and hooked it on before looking at him "now, hands up." He had looked doubtful, hesitating and arching an eyebrow. "If this thing is going to stand my weight or not, I sure as hell won't be the first test subject for it. If it endures yours it will stand mine right?" He was convinced as he raised his hands and grabbed the loop you've created. "No, Kei. Like this." You bound his wrists together tightly and pulled on ths other end of the belt, making his arms stretch over his head with a light yelp as you hopped off the ladder with a cat like grace.

In retrospect he should've given it more thought before falling into your obvious trap.

"Babe, come on-Ngh!" He hissed through his teeth and leaned his damp forehead on the side of his outstretched arm in desperation, feathers fluttering violently as you sunk your teeth in his chest exposed by the unbuttoned shirt, making a little red ring around the perked bud. "What did you think I set that hook up there for, Kei? What a dirty little bird." You hummed, kissing him when he whined and leaned down, palming his erection through his unzipped pants. Pulling back you stepped behind him, him making an effort to keep you in his line of sight, but failed. You raked your nails over his back, in between his wings and he gasped, jerking forward, but was pulled back by the hook. "How hard did you screw that shitty thing!" He complained, trying to distract you.

And for  a second he thought he did, when you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

"Hard enough." You hummed burying your face in between his soft wings and nuzzling the skin of his back. He paled ever so slightly "No! ...no, (y/n), listen! We can talk abou- AH!" He mewled as you sunk your teeth into his tender skin.

Dabi

Dabi was still in shock. The nerve of you to bind his hands behind his back. In his sleep. In his own fucking bed.

"You surely have thought this through, right? Cause unless you're planning to kill me afterwards, there will be severe consequences, doll."

You rolled your eyes as you ripped off his shirt, Dabi's eyes glued on yours "never miss the chance to enjoy the view either, I see." You smirked, turning around and teasingly stripping off your own pants, adding a few too many sways of your hips, his eyes raking over your curves.

When you were done you crawled back over him slowly, pausing and mouthing at his clothed cock while smirking at his annoyed face as he tried wriggling out of his metal binds, trying to get on your nerves by shit talking "you want my cock, huh? Can't go even a day without having it in your dirty little mouth?"

You only hummed on his length making a shaky sigh leave his lips. When he was hard and twitching impatiently, you continued trailing wet open mouthed kisses on his abdomen and chest, along his neck, over his jaw, behind his ear.

By the time you were done with your kisses, he was panting and groaning lightly under you, lips parted and eyes glazed over with need. He knew exactly what was going to happen after this little demonstration. "Fuck... hah... just let me taste you already."

Putting each of your knees on the bed on either side of his head and staring down at him as he tilted his head willingly to accommodate the space between your legs, the sweet scent of your own arousal making him growl impatiently when your fingers fisted in his hair and tugged his head back roughly, groaning in his deep voice as his eyes moved back on yours. "Remember Dabs, this is a punishment." He snarled "bitch!" But your fingers tightening in his hair almost painfully as you started to get off of his face made him nod his head "okay okay, sorry princess. Shit, I'll do as you want..." he huffed annoyed at having to verbally submit to you like this, but his annoyance was soon forgotten when you lightly pulled his head forward, finally sitting on his face. His tongue darting out, lapping at your heat and humming in delight.

"Good boy."

Overhaul

He woke up feeling hot and light headed. In fact his head was spinning when he opened his eyes to the dimly lit room. He went to rub his temple and soothe the throbbing in his head but he found out he couldn't move his hands. Or legs.

He looked over and sure enough he was tied to the bed posts, limbs spreading to each corner.

It was his own bed though so that could be a good sign. Ignoring the fact he was stark naked. Which usually didn't come off as a good sign.

You were seated next to him on the bed, in some flimsy silk gown smiling down at him like he was your prey. Reaching over and dragging your fingers lightly down towards his cock before giving him a light squeeze.

The surge of pleasure that ran through him was unusual, his mouth falling open to a breathy sigh.

"I drugged you."

He knew, his eyes immediately tunring to you. "you could pay for this with your life." He growled trying and succeeding to sound terrifying. But you called his bluff "no, I won't, you like me too much for that." He blinked, narrowing his eyes at you as he fell silent again, defeated.

You leaned over him, kissing him roughly before moving your lips down his neck, licking his skin. Now his usual self hated it, he would never let you do this in any normal state. But right now he would take any kind of physical contact with you. He squirmed under your touch, gasping and groaning, yet you never seemed to touch where he wanted you most. Which was everywhere.

"(Y/n)..."

he pleaded and much to his surprise, your lips moved down on him, mouth hovering only inches away from his cock as you looked up straight in his eyes with an evil smirk.

"How does it feel to be on the receiving end of this Kai."

Shigaraki Tomura

He was seething with rage. Not only had he lost but he had also agreed to 'grow a pair Shiggy' and go through with the punishment. He yanked his hand to relieve his nerves by scratching at his neck. But the rope around his torso didn't budge.

"Now, now, Tomu. Behave yourself." You said smoothing out his hair. He growled in reply and tried moving his hips. But still the rope binding his ankles to the chair didn't budge. You were sitting on his lap. So close. Yet he couldn't touch you.

"It's just another hour if you manage to behave yourself." You chuckled, throwing your leg over his so you were straddling him now, dropping your arms lightly on his shoulders, stroking the back of his neck as you watched his narrowed annoyed crimson eyes. "There is no if. Either way you only have one hour." He spat trying to lean in and capture your lips. Your hand moved and your fingers lightly wrapped around his throat, stopping him. A shy soft gasp escaped him and his eyes widened when you actually started to squeeze his airways hard enough to restrict the airflow. You raised your free hand to trace your fingers lightly over his face, stroked over his chapped lips and smiled at his shocked expression. A strangled moan left his lips when you squeezed your fingers tighter around his throat while grinding yourself down on his crotch roughly, moving closer to kiss him on the corner of his mouth and whisper by his ear "are you in a position to give orders to me, love?"

Oh you loved the way he shuddered underneath your touch.

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

chapter - one | beautiful disaster

Full Masterlist

Beautiful Disaster Masterlist

═════════⚠═════════

I watch the door, awaiting his arrival.

Cardan struts into the building with his eyes fixed on his phone. He looks as unimpressed with everything around him as the last time I saw him. His clothes are ironed to perfection, the crisp collar of the black shirt barely covering most of his tattoo, save for the serpent's head that peeks out from beneath it. I'm convinced his outfit alone is worth more than the annual salary I receive from Balekin.

He looks up at me and the force of my hatred hits me like a brick to the face, all my plans feeling impossible now.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere else, licking Balekin's boots, pleasing him and all, Jude?" he sneers. There's so much disdain between us, it feels impossible that it would ever be otherwise.

I will myself to ignore his barb. I'm used to much worse insults, and to retort might increase my chances at failure. But I'm drunk on my resentment at his position; he has everything I ever wanted, and yet he laments about it. His presence makes me reckless, makes me want to do things I shouldn't do.

"At least I'm capable of pleasing him." I tell him with a small smirk.

His rage is prominent on his face now, the mask of boredom gone. He looks so heartbreakingly beautiful even when he's angry, it seems unfair. I try to dredge up some pity for him. He has a brother who is hell-bent on making him a copy of himself, another brother who hates him, an indifferent father and a scheming harlot for a mother.

Yet, did Madoc not raise me to become a mirror of himself? Surely, he can't resent me for something I do not have.

But he does. I see it in his eyes everytime he looks at me, how unworthy he thinks me of everything. The feeling is mutual, the hatred between us as intense as it is unreasonable. It's for Dain, and for the gang I belong to, that I bother to look at him, to earn his trust.

I step forward, deliberately putting pressure on the heel of my left foot. The near broken sandal gives out, and I fall into Cardan's arms.

His coal black eyes burn into mine with an intensity I do not expect. I am so sure that he'll drop me, but his grip remains firm as ever. His phone falls onto the ground with a loud thud but he pays it no mind. For a moment, all his attention is directed on me.

It feels as wonderful as it's scary.

When I pull away, my heart pounds loudly against my chest. "Balekin wants you to see him as soon as you arrive."

"Of course he does," he mumbles something else, then walks off.

Cardan's phone lies on the floor, right where it fell earlier. I allow myself a small, triumphant smile. I am quick to retrieve it, limping away with one show broken and remind myself to find an extra pair to change into before I arrive at Dain's mansion.

I find Lilliver the first thing when I enter. "Unlock this one for me, then bring it over; you have thirty minutes."

Dain is neck deep in paperwork when I knock on the open door.

"Ah, Jude," he looks up with a grin, "one of these days, you should listen when I tell you to walk right in, don't knock."

His eyes move over my body, expression morphing into concern as he assesses me. To save him the question, I say, "I'm fine, he didn't suspect a thing. Should I be offended you don't trust your own second-in-command's abilities?"

I slide into the chair across from him. He still looks unsure, so I add: "He may loathe me, but he is no murderer."

Dain's expression darkens a little, the goofy grin vanishing from his face. "He was still raised to be ruthless and cruel. Forgive me if I worry about you, Jude," The words sound like a lament, and his voice is softer when he continues, "It's such an inconvenience to be worried you might get hurt because of me."

"I appreciate that," I tell him, lips twitching up in amusement, "but if it came down to it, I could kick his ass."

"I know you can." Dain talks with so much conviction, it's impossible not to feel as if I'm invincible, though I'm not.

He clears the space in front of him of all files, then looks at me expectantly. Rolling my eyes, I climb atop the desk, legs resting on either side of his chair. He stands between my legs, leaning forward. He presses his lips to my jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down my throat.

"We need to, ah, talk about the—" he nips at a particularly tender spot on my neck. My body archs into his touch, giving him better access. I can't supress my moan, more grateful for the soundproof walls than ever—"Oh, Dain—aboutthe shipment we're..." The rest of my words dissolve into a loud moan when he nips at the spot with his teeth, his hands sliding up my thighs, hovering over my jeans' waistband.

"I'd rather not talk about it," he simply tells me, hands roaming everywhere but at the spot where I want them.

"What do you, ahhh, want to talk about then?" I ask him, knowing the answer.

His lips hover inches away from mine, curled into a fiendish grin. "I don't want to talk at—" he is interrupted by the sound of something crashing on the ground and a muffled curse.

I pull away immediately, feeling as embarassed as Van looks, if not more. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd want to—ah, it was urgent, I didn't think you'd, ahem, I don't..." His words grow more garbled with each moment that passes.

Taking pity on him, Liliver interrupts, "Bad timing? We can come back later."

"No, we'll have a look now—unless Jude wants otherwise?" All eyes turn on me, still on the desk with my legs parted, hair mussed and a flushed look on my face. I'm sure there's a hickey on my neck, adding to my embarassment.

Dain looks amused at my condition and I know he did it on purpose. I want to slap him on the face for it. His eyes shine with mirth when he looks at me. "Jude, love, will you mind terribly if I ask you to sit on a chair for a few? Though of course, my lap is available—"

I scramble off the desk and slide a chair towards him, taking a seat before he can continue. Liliver gives us a knowing look, and I have no doubt my face has turned scarlet. It's one thing to have everyone know you have a 'friends with benefits' thing going with your boss; it's another to be caught doing it.

Van slides the phone I stole towards Dain, who passes it to me. "Take whatever information you can find, and have someone drop you off—"

"That's not necessary," I assure him and take my leave, rifling through the contents in his phone.

As predicted, Cardan isn't as given to secrecy. I transfer all the files with ease, have the phone locked and ready to be returned and still a half hour to spare. I'm not surprised by how much Balekin keeps his brother in the loop, or by Cardan's disinterest in all of it. What does surprise me is the business acumen he seems to have. He is clever with his words, creative with his ideas and efficient in their execution. If I wasn't dead set against him, I'd have been impressed.

I wait until I know he'll be outside his office to come with his phone, and I am surprised to find Madoc with him. I hesitate for a moment, but decide to charge through. I can't wait too long to return it, lest I draw suspicion.

He looks surprised to see me outside, but then he blinks and the expression is replaced with one of casual boredom.

Madoc regards me with suspicion, eyes narrowed and a small crease between his eyebrows. He says, "Jude, what are you doing here? It's an off day—"

"—I know," I tell him, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "But if he had his way, I'd have an off day for the whole year. I wanted to see if there's something around here I could do."

Madoc throws a cautious look towards Cardan, as if to make sure he's not displeased my casual censure of his brother. I could care less what Balekin thinks of me, he has never liked me much after all. I have no idea what I did to deserve his scorn but it's always been that way, and if I wasn't his loyal second-in-command's daughter, he won't have me here at all. He doesn't trust me very much.

And with good reason, I suppose. I've been spying on him almost ever since I joined, after all.

Cardan only raises a groomed eyebrow at me, as if to ask why I'm here. He must be in better spirits, because his expression is lacking the usual bite to it, though he looks impatient to leave. That might be more because of Madoc than me. Madoc has made no secret of his dislike towards the youngest of the Greenbriar brothers.

"Your phone," I extend it towards him. "It fell down this morning, when I tripped." I ignore Madoc's questioning look.

Cardan accepts his phone with a little shrug, but then there's a furrow between his eyebrows and I'm scared he has figured out that I stole information from it. I hold my breath, willing my hands not to tremble as he turns his assessing gaze on me. When he looks up at me, I feel like he can see every terrible thing I did, and it makes me more vulnerable than anything else.

He steps closer, forcing me to take a step back and repeats the process until I'm backed up against the glass wall of the building.

His hand comes to rest around my throat—a threat and a warning. "I know what you did, Jude. And there will be consequences for it." I can feel his breath in my ear, and blood rushes up to my face. There's nothing human in his expression. I'm afraid of his grip on my throat, the vile creature reflected in his black eyes but most of all, I'm afraid of the warmth I feel where his skin brushes against mine.

"I-I don't know what you're-what you're talking about," I stammer out.

"Don't you, Jude?" It seems impossible that he could be any closer, but he presses in anyway, and his grip tightens. His body presses against mine and all thoughts fly out of my head.

I shut my eyes close, and when I open them again, I realise it was imagination.

Cardan is looking at his phone still, but Madoc gives me a strange look. His eyes fix on the lovebite on my neck. I curse myself for not hiding it before.

My father's gaze travels from me to Cardan and back; it takes everything in me not to shout that it's not what he thinks at all. I bristle under his disapproving glare, choosing to ignore it too. Let him believe what he does. His assumptions are a thousand times less explosive than the truth. What would Madoc do if he found out where I spend my off days, which gang I work for? I shiver at the thought, distracted enough that I don't notice Cardan's gaze until he clears his throat.

"Thank you," he tells me, but somehow, he manages to make it sound like an insult. Before I can reply, he stalks off.

I hate how intoxicating his presence is, how he makes me writhe and tremble and crave for his attention, but hate it when he gives it. I have to remind myself I'm the predator, not him. This is my game, and I'm the one pulling all the reins. I hold all the power here. The repeated thoughts do nothing to erase the vision in my head, of his eyes, cruel and gleaming with hatred, and his grip on my throat, warm and painful and restricting my lungs and that tone; god, the mere thought of that chilling, ice cold gaze sends shivers down my body.

But this is my game, and by the time I'm done with him, the tables will turn.

═════════⚠═════════

tags:

@courtofjurdan // @thesirenwashere // @nightbringer // @queenofgreenbriar // @jurdanhell // @sweetlyvillainous //@clockworkgraystairs // @blog-lady-vi // @the-dark-swan //@storiesandschemes // @fangirltrash74 // @augustintodarkness // @queen-of-glass // @jurdan7 // @aesthetics-11 // @mijaldraws // @hades-flame // @sensitivehighlord // @annejulianneh111 // @b00kworm // @mysweetvillain // @doingmyrainbow // @curlyredqueen06 // @chaotic-fae-queen // @thewickedkings // @thesurielships //@df3ndyr // @clouds-and-peonies // @aelinfeyreeleven945tbln // @thefolkofthefic // @st00pid231 // @iminsanenotobsessed

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged. Also, I'm trying new things: first person pov, a little touch of smut, and a new writing style. Feedback is invaluable rn, through anon asks or comments or whatever way you feel comfortable!