#These floors are downright SADISTIC

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Can anyone recommend a good brand of grippy sock/tight slipper? No; not for that reason. I’m kinda eh mentally but not necessarily in crisis (yet)…

The fake hardwood floors in this apartment are literal sensory hell to walk on. I can’t take my socks off and walk barefoot on them for two seconds without getting the worst fucking joint cramps in my hands and feet I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like insta-gout, just add naked toes; but I don’t actually have gout (thank god)… it’s SOLELY from the texture of the floor. I’ve been wearing the same vampire bat socks for four days because I can’t bear to remove them unless my feet have been soaked in hot water before.

Also, the vampire bat socks for your amusement because the little guy is cute:

[thisisourlovestory]

Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Wordcount- 3.1k

Notes: Sorry this one was so late, it was just not chaptering but it's here now so enjoy!

Chapter 5

My heels clicked as I walked across the stone floor. My dress swirling around in the light breeze that flowed through the opening at the other end of the room. I felt eyes on me as I walked. So many eyes. All latching onto me and following my every movement. I locked my own gaze on the horses. Beautiful creatures, tall, strong and powerful. I stopped next to the chariot I would be riding in and stroked the horses pulling it. I found myself drawn towards the one on the left. His depthless black eyes pierced my skin. I felt as if he knew everything I was feeling, everything I thought, everything I had done. I stood directly in front of him. My own eyes locked on his as I lifted my hand to stroke his face. Dark fur like velvet under my touch. He nickered quietly, hooves pawing at the ground. 

“It's okay. It's okay.” I soothe him gently. “I'm a friend, I won't hurt you.” I hold his head and stroke along his nose to calm him down as I chatter mindlessly to him. “You're very beautiful, you know. I'd love to see you free, running in the wild. I'm sure it would be a sight to behold, you in the meadows. I think you'd like that, meadows are pretty. Especially if they have lots of flowers, my favourites are the blue and purple ones. Then again you might eat the flowers.“ I frown. “I don't know if flowers are good for horses so you maybe shouldn't eat them.” He snorted as if laughing at me and I smiled before turning around and taking a step forward. Immediately, eyes were on me again, assessing, questioning, some downright sadistic- as if they were already plotting how to kill me. I shuffled nervously on my feet, putting my hands behind my back and fiddling with my fingers as I peered around curiously myself, Cashmere and Gloss were stood chatting to Enobaria and Brutus, their sneering expressions as they glanced over me giving away exactly what they were talking about. Other tributes were milling around, chatting to each other quietly, trying to not draw attention to themselves. I decided to mingle a bit, I meandered through the room, not looking directly at anyone but nodding hello or raising a hand in greeting. Without realising it I somehow ended up by the district 12 tributes, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. The winners of last year's games, the star crossed lovers. I gave them both a quick nod and turned, in doing so I lost my balance and wobbled, almost falling over but Katniss grabbed my arm and righted me. 

“Thank you.” I muttered. She said nothing in response so I thanked her again awkwardly and made to walk away. 

“Wait,” I turned to see her holding a hand out to me. “You're Y/N right. The winner of the 68th.” I nodded.

“Yes, I am.” 

“I remember the year you won. I watched your entire games. You won by killing the three career tributes didn't you.“ I shivered at the reminder and replied softly. 

“Yes.” 

“Nobody thought you would be the one to win. I didn’t either. Thought it would be the district 2 boy.” I laughed lightly. 

“That makes two of us.” I stopped for a second before continuing. “I know you don't know me or anything but for what it’s worth I’m sorry you have to do this again. You and Peeta. You don't deserve it.”

“None of us should have to do this.” Peeta interrupted. “None of us.” I quirked an eyebrow as I studied him. His face set in a stony expression. 

“You shouldn't have won either but you did and here we all are again.” I turned away from him to face Katniss again. “And what you did for your sister last year was brave.”

“What you did for Annie this year was brave.” She countered. I hummed

“How do you know I didn't do it for glory?”

“Because none of us want to go back in there.” I studied her, a sad smile on my lips.

“That's not entirely true.” She looked confused for a second and I shook my head. “Some of us want to go back in, not for the reasons you're thinking, not for glory or bragging rights. Some of us just want to protect other people.” I shook my head slightly, my hair falling over my shoulders. “Like him,” I nodded to Peeta who was petting the horses,”He wants to protect you and he didn't want Haymitch to go back in because he would have probably died.“ She gazed at me for a second. 

“So you volunteered to protect someone as well.” I stared back at her. 

“I didn't mean to volunteer. It just happened.” She opened her mouth to respond but we heard a scream of my name from across the room. I turned and was immediately enveloped in a huge hug, my face filled with coiffed hair and I spluttered as it covered my mouth and nose.  

“Effie, hair. Face. Hair. Breathing.” I stuttered out, Effie pulled away from me and gasped. 

“Oh you look so beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous!.” She grasped the fabric of my dress and inspected it closely. “The stitching is impeccable and this colour is so lovely on you.” 

“Wait a minute, how do you three know each other?” Katniss interjected.

“We met when I was in the games, Effie loved me from the start because according to her I was ‘just so adorable’ and Haymitch warmed up to me after a while. But we’re only acquaintances, very rarely see each other.” She looked sceptical but nodded anyway.

“Effie’s right kid. You look pretty incredible. They'll all love you out there.” Haymitch said from behind, patting me on the back. “How’ve you been doing?” I shrugged. “Come on, something must have happened since we last saw you. It's been what, three, four years since you refused to see us again?” 

“Four years, eight months and twenty seven days.” I muttered, looking down at the floor and laughed awkwardly. “There have been some tough moments, nightmares that you can never get rid of, but other than those I've been fine. Same as I always was. Same as I always will be.” I squinted at him. “What about you?” 

“We’ve been very busy looking after these two and making sure they are adapting well to life as victors but other than that it's been much the same as usual.” Effie chimed in, sending a glare Haymitch's way and mouthing something I couldn't discern. Haymitch rolled his eyes at her and spoke to me as she fussed over Katniss.

“You volunteered. I thought you said nothing could ever make you come back.” I looked down.

“I lied.”

“I don't know why you did it kid and I know you won't tell me because you don't get close to people if you can help it, so just,” He  sighed, ”Just try and stay alive as long as you can alright.” He patted me on the back again and went to talk to Peeta as Effie 

“I have missed you like you wouldn't imagine darling. Although I did see you dancing a few times, it was so graceful and beautiful.” She covered her mouth. “You've grown up so much. Now where is that escort of yours, Lysander?” I shrugged again. 

“Don’t know. Probably hounding Finnick or something.” Effie let out a loud sigh. 

“He really is useless. Utterly useless. And I’ve told him that before you know. But apparently my advice is meaningless! Does he even know what his job is? It’s to help you win by getting you sponsors. And ignoring you completely is not the way to help.” 

“It’s okay. Finnick has got the better chance of survival anyway, it makes more sense to focus on him.” Haymitch sent me a look.

“Do not look at me like that. I'm going to try my best but let's be honest it's not going to be enough.” I scrunched my nose up and tipped my head to Katniss. “See you out there girl on fire. It's been a pleasure meeting you.” She shook my hand.

“See you out there.”

“And you Peeta.” I called out to him. “We’ll all bump into each other again at some point I'm sure.” With that I walked off, leaving them all staring at my back in surprise. I let out a shuddering breath as I leaned against a wall, my head tipping back and my eyes shutting in a moment of peace that was over as soon as it began when they called us all to our chariots. I pushed myself off the wall and made my way back over to the horses and chariot, stroking their noses quickly before being helped up into the chariot. Dark metal and deep blue flowers at the front to represent District 4. I picked a petal and smoothed it over with the pads of my fingers, smooth and velvety. I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped, turning to face a smirking Finnick. 

“Sugarcube?” He asked, holding them out to me. I took one hesitantly and bit into it, the sweetness spread across my tongue, coating my entire mouth. 

“Thank you.” I mumbled, sucking the rest into my cheek. Unfortunately, I finally clocked what he was wearing, or lack thereof, and almost choked on the sugar as I inhaled sharply and swallowed at the same time. I had been prepared for this to happen. But clearly not as prepared as I had thought I would be. Because there stood Finnick Odair, still smirking, biting a sugarcube with his back teeth, dressed in nothing more than a golden net tied in a knot to secure it around his waist. He was perhaps the closest thing to naked I’d ever seen a person be before, I thought to myself idly and swallowed again, the grains of sugar scratching my throat. I averted my gaze quickly as I felt heat rising in my cheeks and resolutely stared anywhere but at him. He laughed next to me.

“I didn't expect that.” I admitted quietly. “I thought you'd at least be wearing actual clothes.” I peeked at him for a second, the man was built like a greek god. All muscle and tan skin and just unfairly perfect. 

“My stylist is of the belief that the more they see of me the better.” He held out a hand towards me. “I don't think we've been properly formally introduced. I'm Finnick Odair.” My heart broke in my chest at his words but I shook his hand and whispered my own name back as the chariots began to move forwards. I smoothed out the creases in the delicate fabric of my dress and plastered a pleasant expression on my face just as the noise of the Capitol hit my ears. And we were out. Parading down the Avenue of Tributes with people cheering for us yet again, but this time multiplied by a million. It was the one event of the week that every single person in the Capitol came to see and they all blurred together in a mass of whirling colours. I smiled faintly and tapped a small raised gem sewn into the sleeve of my dress. Immediately, water began to trickle down from my tiara. It seemed to have a life of its own and left cold trails on my skin. It touched the fabric of my dress and a brilliant blue bloomed from the patch. As it trickled further down, the rest of my dress turned similar shades until the water stopped flowing and collected in a pool at the hem of my dress, dripping slightly and leaving a damp patch on the surface of the chariot. I gazed up at myself on the projections as the people went wild and threw flowers at us, hollering for our attention. The top of the dress had become a dark blue the colour of the deepest parts of the ocean and it faded into a powdery blue the colour of the flowers that had lined my mothers porch years ago. I looked like a queen of the sea. My dress was a representation of the ocean and of District 4, of my home. Megara had outdone herself and I would wear it with pride. So I waved and blew kisses to people, a smile as bright as the sun on my face. I could hear the commentary vaguely in the background. Exclamations of how they had never quite seen something like that before, how beautiful the dress was, how perfect it was for me, for their angel. Others had attempted to copy the artificial flames but compared to the original they seemed like cheap knockoffs. Hardly impressive. I could understand why Megara would use water then, to make a different statement. Fire had already been seen, it was old, except for on district 12. But water, the opposite of fire. They had never seen that before and it really helped that she was styling for our district. And yet when Katniss and Peeta emerged, dressed in a blazing inferno, I was forgotten. As expected the attention all shifted to the star crossed lovers of district 12. Not that I could blame them, they were a sight to behold, even more dramatic than last year. The chariots circled and everyone waved up to President Snow. I simply nodded my head towards him, my gaze cold. Eventually we came to a stop in a semi circle and President Snow stepped up to the podium overhead.

“Welcome all to the 75th Hunger Games. We thank our tributes for their great sacrifice. We shall be sad to see them go.” With that he sends us on our way, we roll out and back where we came from. I leapt out as soon as we passed the entry way, my dress dragging along the floor, dust sticking to the damp fabric. I saw Mags waiting and brushed past her without a glance. I walked around for a bit, the architecture of the building was so new, it was clear they had it built especially for us. It was like a fortress, cameras everywhere, the thickest glass they could have found for windows, doors that couldn't be opened unless the guard stood next to them opened them for you and white walls all around. It wasn't just a training centre. It was a cage, our cage for the next week. 

I laughed. They really didn't want us going anywhere at all. And they weren't taking any chances if they could help it. They could mask it with pretences of hospitality and wishing for us to enjoy our stay but even a blind man could see that this was a prison, and one made specifically to keep us in. I pressed a button on the wall and stepped into the elevator. Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch all greeted me with nods and Johanna grinned widely at me as we started moving upwards. 

“Well well well. If it isn't the little princess. Tell me, how's life been treating you in the Capitol?” She asked, venom dripping from each word. I regarded her silently, assessing as she stripped off her dress. She had never liked me. She thought I was just some pretty little doll that the Capitol kept and never touched. They all thought that though, each and every victor knew I danced and sang and that was it. They had never been so wrong in their lives. But who was I to tell them that? It's not as if they would listen to anything I had to say. 

“Life has been,” I paused, “It's been wonderful.” I watched her eyes darken with anger as she pulled off the last of her dress, leaving it in a heap on the floor. She quickly turned to Katniss and Peeta, flashed a cat-like grin.

“Thanks. This has been fun, we should do it again sometime.” With that she flounced out of the open doors. Haymitch whistled.

“Thank you.” Katniss sent him a disgusted look and I disguised a laugh with a cough. As much as I disliked her I could admire her. She was everything the Capitol didn't want her to be and the looks on Katniss and Peetas faces were something. She was confused, he was almost impressed and Haymitch was just like me, trying to not laugh out loud at their reactions

“Johanna Mason, district 7. Won the 71st games by pretending to be weak and then killing the remaining tributes with her axe. Delightful girl.” I rolled my eyes.

“Except for if she hates your guts. So try and get her to like you.” Peeta glanced at me.

“What do you mean?”

“If I know one thing about Johanna Mason, and I think I do. It's that she doesn't care about anyone or anything. And I'm pretty sure she has a hitlist and I'm number 1 on it.” 

Before they could answer, the doors opened again and they all got out without a word, leaving me alone to go down again. I leant against the glass, looking out to see peacekeepers crawling about like insects, escorts rushing around for no reason whatsoever, tributes and mentors staying well away from the two former as if they were the plague. The doors pinged open and I made my way down the corridor. I pushed through the double doors and was met with expectant looks from everyone. Mags, Lysander and Finnick all sat at the table. 

“I'm not hungry.” I said quickly before they could even ask me to sit. 

I practically ran to my room and threw myself on the bed, silk sheets scrunching up under my weight. The door clicked open and I looked up to see Megara standing there with an eyebrow raised.

“They want me to convince you to come out. But I've got better plans for tonight.” She pulled out two tubs of ice cream and a plate of intricately decorated cakes and biscuits. She set them down on the table and waved me over. 

“First of all, get changed. There's clothes in the drawers. Second, by my logic if they really wanted you to sit and eat dinner with them they would do it themselves. Third, I brought food,” She picked up a spoon and dug into a tub of ice cream, “And I'm not waiting for you to start. Plus,” She grinned, teeth coated in chocolate,”I want to know everything.”

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[chiibi-chaan]

- Kinktober 2023 - Masterlist -

- Pairing. - Blade, Honkai Star Rail.

- Warnings. - not proofread, +18 (MDNI), angst, mean!Blade, rough sex, knife play (drawing blood, small cuts), blood kink(?), degradation, hate sex.

Blade wasn't a really good man, he was a criminal, a violent fighter, a sadist. He didn't care about others, nor did he about himself. or at least, that is what he believed, what he wanted to believe. It was a way to shield himself, from others and from himself, because he feared human emotions, and what they could make him do. And in order to protect himself, he had to stay away from you, to make you stay away from him, far enough so that you wouldn't awake emotions he had buried in the depths of his soul long time ago. It was rather easy to frighten you, to show you the worst side of him, this dark, violent façade he had put on, until it became who he was, until it was the only thing he knew.

"Why are you trying so hard? what are you trying to do? You think you are good enough to make me change? To make me the good guy?" He wanted to hurt you, to make you suffer hard enough so that you wouldn't try anymore. He didn't like the effect you had on him, he despised it. He felt nauseous at the sight of the tears in your eyes, at the thought he was the one who caused you to shed them, but he would hate it even more if he allowed you closer, because he would become dependent of you, to the point where he wouldn't be able to live without you. And as he looked down at you, as if you were nothing, as if you meant nothing to him, you couldn't stop the tears from filling your eyes.

"Stop trying so hard, Y/n. Stop thinking you can change me, because you can't." He whispered, his hand gripping your face and his eyes glaring down at you coldly. The tip of the knife in his other hand traced your collarbone, and he smirked slightly. it was almost pitiful, how devoted you were for him, how much you tried to make him a better man. he had you exactly where he wanted, at his mercy. He was in control, and you were obediently taking what he gave you. A small whimper escaped from your mouth when he pressed the tip of the blade against your throat, drawing a small drop of blood from your soft flesh. He leaned forward and licked it, his warm breath tickling you and making you shiver at the same time. It was hard to fear him, because deep down you knew that what he showed you wasn't who he truly was. And yet, when he held you down against the hard wood of the floor, his cock buried deep within you, so deep it felt like he was in your throat, and thrusting in your cunt like a beast, it felt like you really were just an object for his pleasure, for him to throw away once he had enough of you. And it hurt, it hurt so much to think like that, but it was too hard not to.

You looked at him with tearful eyes, heavy with lust and fear, a small gasp escaping from your mouth as he pressed the knife against your throat, the blade slightly cutting your skin with each shaky breath you took, your heart beating impossibly faster and your cunt tightening like a vice around his cock. "B-Blade…!" You squealed, your nails digging into his forearm as you tried to push him away, a little cry leaving your lips as he thrust into you harder, rougher. His eyes darkened, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he threw the knife on the ground, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you towards him in time with his thrusts, using you shamelessly as he chased his release. His grunts echoed in the room along with your own sounds as he rammed his thick length into your dripping hole. It was messy, sloppy, downright dirty, as your slick coated his cock and formed a white ring at his base, even dripping down his balls. A sharp gasp left your mouth as you felt his tongue sliding against your throat, licking the small drops of crimson blood leaking from the cuts he himself made on your skin.

"You like that, Y/n? You’re such a shameless whore, taking my cock in that sloppy little cunt of yours, and loving each inch of it." He whispered, his raspy voice becoming even deeper as he felt you squeeze his shaft at his words, his breath hitching as he felt his release getting closer. "You like being used like a vulgar object? Because that is what you are, an object, a toy… the only thing you can do for me, is opening your legs obediently and letting me have my fun." He chuckled at the small sob you let out, his hips bucking faster against yours. The worst part in all this, is that he didn’t even try to make you feel good, and yet he still was able to make you see stars, the slap of his pubic bone against your clit making you cry and moan louder. You could feel everything, the drag of his heavy cock between your walls, the slap of his skin against yours, and the aching pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Such a dirty slut, fuck…" Blade muttered, his teeth clenched tight and his nails digging into the flesh of your hips as he buried himself into your heat as deep as he could before spilling his cum inside you, painting your velvet walls in white. You came just after him, milking his cock for each drop of seed he could give to your greedy cunt. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply and staying like this a few seconds before pulling out. Without a word, he buckled his belt and stood up, looking down at you with a cold gaze before leaving you there, on the hard floor, with a broken heart and the last remains of his warmth against your skin.

I missed a few days of my kinktober lol sorry-

Anyway I’m sorry this shit wasn’t supposed to be angsty at first but I don’t know, my brain is into pain lately. It’s not really what I imagined, but it will do-

[busines-as-unusual]

˖ ࣪ ⭑⟡Chapter 8 - The Goal I’m Dreaming Of ⟡⭑ ࣪ ˖

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The ringing in your ears was piercing, threatening to shred your mind. Seconds felt like hours. A chill raked your flesh. You willed your legs to move. Dread rooted your feet to the floor. Were you breathing? Your heartbeat was too strong, too fast. And Alastor…

He saw.

He heard.

He knew.

No no no no no no n

“Why are you here?” Your voice was distant, stripped of its usual bite.

Alastor slinked down the stairs, his footfalls deafening. You were a fly trapped in a web, watching the spider draw closer, ready to devour you with no remorse.

“I hadn’t the faintest idea you had such a violent streak,” he said. “So much rage in one woman. I'm almost mad that you've been hiding it from me.”

“Stop talking. Just— stop!”

He came to a halt at the bottom of the steps, less than ten feet away. Far too close.

“… you need to go.” You cringed at the sound of your voice, hoarse from crying. Shit! Your mascara streaked down your face from tears. Your hair a mess, your body filthy with drying blood and gore; you looked like a rabid animal.

It’s your fucking nightmare.

Alastor cocked his head, neck bent unnaturally. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me! Get out!”

You grabbed the quarterstaff and hurled it at Alastor. He dissipated into shadows before it could hit him and reappeared right in front of you. You cried out and stumbled back, catching yourself before you could fall into the cadaver’s lap.

Turning from Alastor, you rubbed your arms; a futile attempt to self-soothe. “You shouldn’t be here. You can’t be here. Get out of my fucking house!”

You couldn’t do this. Not tonight. Not like this. Not at all. Not ever. Not with Alastor. You’d rather he bisect you alive and remove your beating heart. It'd be less painful.

Alastor swept around to your field of vision and pulled your arms apart. “You’re hurting yourself.” He was right. Angry raised lines formed over your skin, blood threatening to break the surface.

“Let go of me!” You wrenched away from his grasp, nearly toppling again. You ran fingers through your messy hair, stray strands pulling free. “Why are you in my face every goddamn second?!”

He replied with a widening smile. His stupid fucking goddamn smile! Didn’t his face ever cramp? He looked downright giddy, like a child at a carnival. He was a wolf ready to devour a rabbit, playing with it before it died.

Rage bubbled from your chest to your throat in a snarl. “I’m not here to entertain you! This wasn’t a ‘performance’. I’m not putting on a show. None of this—” you waved wildly at the corpse, “was for you! You think just because I—”

You shut your mouth fast enough to make your teeth clack. Alastor’s eyes widened in… excitement? Like he anticipated something he’d been dying for. You felt like his performing monkey.

Your whole body flushed with heat; anger and humiliation writhing inside you. “I’m really glad this is a biiiiig joke to you!”

Smile narrowing, his brow wrinkled with displeasure. “You’re putting words in my mouth. I never implied I found this humorous. I don’t.”

Your jaw worked as you chewed on your rebuttal. For some reason, you believed him. Despite how he enjoyed watching you fall apart, he didn’t find joy in learning why you did so. Despite him being a sociopathic sadist who loved witnessing the dysfunction of others, he had some standards.

(A low standard to be sure, but you were in Hell, after all. The bar was so low it wasn’t even considered a tripping hazard.)

Tears burned in your eyes. You blinked them away. Deep breath. You swallowed hard. “…I am not some helpless, pitiful fucking victim, okay?” You spat the word out in disgust like one might a slur.

“My dear—”

“I’m not broken, or-or damaged, or sad, so don’t—”

“Temerity.”

Alastor’s voice dropped an octave as his tone turned serious. Your hammering heart stopped on a dime, and you were shocked you didn't keel over into a second death right there.

He towered over you, but not in his usual intimidating way. Instead, it felt almost… sheltering? “The last thing I see now is a pitiful victim.” He turned your chin so you looked him dead in his crimson eyes. “Congratulations, my dear, on a job well done.”

You moved to take your chin from his grasp, but he grabbed the side of your face and, with a gentleness you never dreamed he’d possessed, guided you to recapture you in his gaze.

“Let go…” you muttered but made no attempt to move. Instead, you chased the warmth of his palm with your cheek. “Alastor, you—! Goddamn you…”

Tears flowed freely from your eyes, spilling into the space where his skin met yours. You heaved a heavy sigh that rattled your ribcage. Eyes shut, you silently cried. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Alastor as he ‘held’ you like this. Whatever you found in his eyes, be it rapture or ruth, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. Still, you drank in the small amount of comfort he afforded you. This would be the closest you’d get to a hug from him.

Alastor brushed a tear away with a swipe of his thumb, smearing blood and makeup across your cheek. “Now then! No more tears. You still have unfinished business to attend to.”

Oh right. Him.

You lingered in the moment for a second. Two. Finally, you opened your eyes to look at the body and then, with effort, back to Alastor. “Help me bury the bastard?”

He fixed you with a sharp toothed grin and bowed his head to you. “Why, it would be my pleasure.”

To no one’s surprise, disposing of a corpse was easier with help. Alastor offered to use his powers to speed up your work, but you insisted on doing it the old-fashioned way. It was part of the healing process, and he was inclined to indulge you.

Soft jazz from his cane filled in the silence between you two as you dug the hole; the musky scent of hellish earth filling your nose. The distant sounds of a gunslinging turf fight turned to white noise. Occasionally, Alastor would chime in with a comment or joke, and you’d laugh or respond before lapsing back into the silence.

By the time you shoveled the final scoop of dirt over him, you were covered by a thin layer of sweat. As predicted, Alastor looked pristine as always. Again, unfair.

You tossed the shovel aside, and Alastor’s disappeared in a poof of green magic. Already, grass and yellow flowers from the other four plots spread and grew along the edges. Soon the whole yard would be uniform, leaving no physical reminders of the bodies underneath. Like they never existed.

Alastor dusted himself off and readjusted his bowtie. “Should we perhaps say a few words?”

The glint in his eyes told you he meant it in jest. You laughed dryly.

“What an honor it was to be a part of this. I can’t think of a better man for this to happen to.”

Alastor laughed. He reached out toward you before you could flinch. His clawed fingers threaded through your hair and he pulled away a pink lump of something; a small bit of brain. He popped it in his mouth like a piece of chocolate.

You swear, this man and his sexy cannibalism…

You looked away and stretched. “I need a drink! Feel free to do what you please, you always do anyway.”

Alastor followed you inside. Thankfully, he couldn’t see your smile.

You led him to your claret-colored parlor, a room you were quite proud of for its sundry uses. Whether you hosted supper club parties or smaller get togethers, it was a wonderful room for conversing, mingling, and even performing. The mini bar and piano near the corner were an excellent addition. Conversely, it was also the perfect room to read in or listen to music while lounging on the plush chaise.

You gestured for Alastor to make himself comfortable. He did so, sitting down in one of your cozy parlor chairs and resting his microphone against the side.

“Usually after a night like this,” you said, making your way to the bar, “I go swimming in alcohol with Mimzy, maybe go on the hunt for a good shag, buuuuut!” You twisted the cork off a bottle of gin with a pop! “Considering a certain unwanted guest, I’ll make a slight change to my plans. What’s your poison?”

You knew the answer before he said, “Rye if you have it. Two fingers.”

You hummed in assent, chuckling under your breath immaturely at his use of words. You fixed his drink along with yours— a gin rickey— and handed it to him before sitting opposite him.

The gin rickey went down easy and you relaxed as you enjoyed the tart drink. Refreshing. Eventually, when the silence was broken, you were the one to do it. “Do I want to know why exactly you're spying on me, Alastor?”

“Well, my dear, you left in such a rush today, anyone would be curious.” He coolly sipped his rye.

“So it’s not just Vox I have to worry about, huh?”

You shrugged, ignoring his bitter look he gave you over his glass. He could be pissy all he wanted, no one asked him to be here.

Even if you’re glad he was.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed the show.” You took a final gulp of healing alcohol. “That was my swan song of vengeance.”

“How disappointing.”

“For you.”

Drink now empty, you stood to grab another. You stopped by your record player, dropping the needle somewhere in the middle of a jazzy instrumental.

You placed the empty glass at the bar when Alastor's hand came down on the counter beside you. You froze. He wasn’t directly behind you, he wasn’t even touching you, but did you ever feel him. His mere presence weighed heavy behind you, pushing you closer to the bar. You were sure Alastor could see you biting your lip in the reflection of the waxed wooden counter.

“Now now, dear.” He slid his empty glass onto the counter with his other hand, momentarily caging you in. “Before you get too inebriated, I do want to inquire about these other revenge tours of yours, as it were. Now, will you tell me the truth or do I have to take advantage of our deal?”

Your brain worked at half speed. First things first, you needed to create space between the two of you.

You propped your elbows on the counter and rested your chin on laced fingers. Alastor subtly shifted back to accommodate your new position. Good.

“I’m never one to be taken advantage of, well unless I let a gentleman do the taking.”

With a disgruntled noise, he backed away. You grinned and twirled behind the bar, taking pleasure in his tight smile and grimaced brow.

You took a big swig of gin from the bottle. It was the strong stuff— Hell knows you needed it— and shuddered at the taste . “Screw it, I’ll tell you the truth. You know the worst of it already.” You busied yourself with washing Alastor’s glass, preferring to be partially distracted.

“Honestly, there’s not much to tell,” you said, eyes fixed on your moving hands. “Tonight was a repeat of the other four bastards I took care of.

“With the first two… I got lucky. They died together in some car accident and I found out through the grapevine.” The grapevine, in this instance, were the informants who worked for you scattered around the city. “Seducing them was… disgustingly easy. They didn’t recognize me, of course.”

Another big gulp of gin. You weren't going to have any left at this rate. Good.

“By the time I was ready for the third, I.M.P was up and running. Getting him down here was easy, but killing him was another matter. Long story short: He escaped. I chased him down. I got him with the angelic steel garrote I use as underwire in my brassieres."

All at once Alastor managed to look both impressed and uncomfortable. The disjointed reaction had you howling with laughter.

“Don’t look so disgusted! A lady needs support… and easy access to multiple melee weapons.”

“And the fourth one?” Alastor rushed out, eager to move on from the discussion of your undergarments. “As I recall, those little imps implied he went to heaven?”

“That was the idea at first. He went and became a man of the cloth. Can you believe that?”

“I do, unfortunately.”

You shook your head and muttered, “Load of bollocks, is what that is.” You grimaced, your old accent slipping through as it did when you drank too much. “Fortunately, in my case, the feathered schmucks upstairs didn’t buy it either.”

You took a final sip from the bottle as the record came to a soft end. Your head buzzed pleasantly; you floated an inch of the ground, lighter than air. Alastor continued to watch you and you did the same. Cheek in palm, elbow on the counter, you drank him in as greedily as you did the gin. “Sastified?”

Alastor chuckled, low under his breath. “For now.”

An exaggerated huff, you made a show of rolling your eyes. You pointed a finger at him. “You’re such a nosey Nelly, you know that? Who gave you the right?”

“I’m a radio host, dear. Staying in the know is a part of my profession.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

You baltered over to the piano and sat at the wide bench. Fingers pattered along the keys. A horrible idea popped into your head and you didn’t fight against it. “Tell me if you recognize this.”

Your fingers drifted along the keys, playing a song for Alastor you'd only have the courage to do when zozzled out of your gourd. The piece was golden candy for the ears, the soundtrack to a pair walking through Central Park on a beautiful day.

You came to the end and faced Alastor, who'd crept to stand behind you while your back was turned.

“I didn’t know you were one to tickle the ivories,” he said, a note of intrigue in his voice.

Pride swelled in your chest. You grinned like a dummy. “Well, I don’t have it here as a paper weight.”

He sat beside you, elbow grazing yours, and walked his slender fingers across the keys. “George Gershwin, ‘I've Got a Crush on You.’ I'm quite familiar.”

“Hopefully not from the musical. I saw it on opening day and found it dreadfully whelming. But that Gershwin? Oh!” You placed a hand on your heart. “I bet you he’s in heaven.”

“You think so?”

“If he’s down here I would’ve nabbed him by now, along with Cole Porter and— Oh!” You clapped. “Here’s a song I know you don’t know!”

Unlike the gentleness of the first song, your fingers flew across the keys with vigor. A sly smirk spread across your face when Alastor leaned back slightly in surprise. ‘Mess Around’ by Ray Charles was decades after both of your times, but you made it your mission to stay up to date with music, even if you preferred the classics of your time.

To your shock, Alastor seemed to be the same way. Without warning, the song suddenly became a duet as he took half the song to play himself. You faltered, but only for half a second. His cocky grin fueled you, spurring you on to play better.

The two of you played together, the moment of synchronicity filling you with elation. It drew to the end when Alastor stole the song, making a show of sliding down the keys with a final touch of a note.

Wild giggles bubbled from the bottom of your lungs. You wiped away a tear. “Alastor! You’ve been holding out on me. If you did that every time you invited yourself over, I wouldn’t mind as much.”

“Doll, I was under the impression you quite liked my company.”

“Oh, I love your company, but you need to learn how to knock. Otherwise, I might take Vox up on that offer for discounted security.”

Immediately, the mood soured. Alastor turned slowly to stare you down, the static effect in his voice stronger when he asked, “And why, pray tell, did he offer you that?”

A dismissive wave of your hand. “Oh, you know. That’s how they all go down. People like Vox use gifts as a tactic to make you more agreeable down the line. I took the phone because he kept insisting.”

Alastor gave you a questioning look. You threw your hands up.

“He wore me down! The man’s persistent. At least you come by it honestly. Well, sometimes. Only an absolute fool would trust you absolutely.”

“Are you implying you don’t trust me?”

A complicated answer you had no hope of answering late at night and drunk. Instead, you riffed on the keys and chuckled under your breath.

He pivoted the conversation back. “What else went on with you and Vox?”

“I had to agree to be his dumb date to some dumb fashion show. Actually, it’s not that dumb. It’s actually pretty lavish, I’ve seen it on TV before and I’ve heard that—”

“Do you not see how foolish this is?” he asked rhetorically, as if he were addressing a child. “Vox is not someone you want to be indebted to.”

“Oh, and you are?”

The lights flickered above you. Alastor brow tweaked in annoyance. “You quite readily accepted my deal for someone who doesn’t trust me.”

“Who’s putting words in whose mouth, now?”

The words were out before you realized. Alastor gave no outward indication that you’d admitted to trusting him. You were no absolute fool, but you were a fool nonetheless. You knew Alastor wouldn’t use information on you to hurt you physically or humiliate you in a public way. Not that he wasn’t cruel, but doing so wouldn’t serve him practically. But he had the power to destroy you <i>emotionally</i>. You knew, he knew, and you handed that power to him on a silver platter. Like a fool.

You might as well have served him your heart for the feasting.

“A-anyway, don't you worry about me. I’m a big girl. I can handle Vox.”

A laugh. “Quite easily, I’m sure.”

Alastor stayed with you longer than you’d expected he would. You talked and laughed and drank, often goading the other to guess the name of the tune you’d play on the piano.

This was leagues ahead of how you normally spent your time after a night like this. You always enjoyed time with Alastor, but you never had such casual fun with him.

At one point he convinced you to sing the lyrics if you could recognize the song. You did, singing along to the melody before you quit, laughing off the embarrassment.

“The poor dear,” Alastor said. “If only she could sing as well as she danced.”

“Oh, stuff it!” But you laughed.

The alcohol was a problem. With enough liquid courage in you, you leaned into the Radio Demon, head against his shoulder. Everything in you told you to pull away, but you were too content. He felt too good.

Alastor noticeably tensed but made no move to remove you or push you away. Slowly, he relaxed, silently accepting your touch. Another victory.

“Alastor?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re an ass.”

He hummed in mild annoyance, returning his attention to the piano. Soft melody, light and comforting. “Enjoy that one, my dear, because I won’t let you get away with that again.”

To say that Alastor was in awe of you would be an understatement.

Of all the sides he’d gotten to see of you— your charm, your wit, your hilarious indignation— this might be his favorite.

More than your anger, it was your zeal. You carried fervor with you in everything you did. It was rather endearing.

However, Alastor was more than pleased to confirm he was right about your rage; your impassioned display of righteous violence was positively decadent. He practically salivated as he watched you work, the entire scene unfolded before him like the petals of a rose; bright red and beautiful. Currents of excitement shot up his spine like electricity, a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Then to watch you unravel again once he announced his presence? He could hardly contain his excitement. You were vulnerable. Vulnerable, unhinged, and at his mercy. Emotionally helpless. Alastor finally had you right where he wanted you. You could no longer save face. He saw you, raw and unfiltered, your mask shattered beyond repair.

Alastor took no pleasure seeing you relive your trauma— he was a great many things, but he wasn’t that kind of monster! However, seeing you panic like caught prey when you saw him, post revenge? That he cherished.

How you snapped and screamed at him? How you cried? How his mere presence left you in hysterics? Positively entertaining.

How you were adamant that he shouldn’t see you in a lesser light? That he recalled with distaste, but not for you. It was almost laughable, the idea that faceless, degenerate scum could ever sully his vision of you.

And were you ever a vision.

Splattered in blood, flecked with organs and bones, you glowed in the light of heaven. You were radiant, a spirit of retribution avenging yourself sevenfold.

Alcohol made you ever more transparent in your affections. The song you played for him was practically a nonverbal confession. Still you held your tongue, refusing to outright admit to anything. You had slipped up once, and oh! Was he eager to see the look on your face when you did and…

If you confessed your attraction to Alastor, he’d assuredly turned you down. Of course he would. Not out of cruelty, but simply a lack of interest in such affairs. Unfortunately in his experience, rejecting one’s advances was the death of a relationship.

Alastor hoped you had better control of your attraction to him than… others he dealt with. He wasn’t quite ready to end things with you. If he were truthful with himself, he’d say he’d never be inclined to end things with you. You’d grown on him too thoroughly to cut you off and remain unharmed. Good company was rather hard for him to find in Hell. To cast it away would be foolish.

Besides, he had an unfinished deal with you, and he had zero intentions of letting it go to waste.

A/N: If you can name all the references, we’re best friends for life <3

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[skylarstarlight]

Okay okay, I got some more ideas.

And yes, they revolve around Jouno and his fighting style.

I personally believe because of his fighting style, in his mafia, Jouno was literally nicknamed as "The Black Widow" since physical enhancements did barely anything so he resorts to his old mafia fighting style — full, relentless body attacks.

And yes, Tecchou as been on the receiving end of Jouno doing the famous Black Widow spin move and as ended on the floor more times than not.

And you ever realize that in the Hunting Dogs, when they have gone off track or done something that affects the Hunting Dogs, weather that be betrayal or what not — their hats or caps or both are usually off?

And Jouno’s hat was off because he betrayed Fukuchi when he declined the offer but his cape stayed on since he still clings to the idea of the Hunting Dogs, or some sort of redemption.

Imagine the time that changes.

Imagine he’s well into the Hunting Dogs and all three of them but him get kidnapped on an account with some old bad blood from a rival group. Like it’s the moment when that switch happens, when he puts aside Jouno. His sadistic habits, his temper, his teasing, everything. And simply lets Black Widow take control.

Like he ditches his cape AND his hat and ends up clearing the entire building in seconds. There’s also a huge maybe that Jouno is probably dissociating and not really in his head. Like Jouno isn’t even there, it’s just Black Widow. A cold, unfeeling, cruel and brutal, apathetic, strong and mission oriented weapon that is willing to accomplish what he needs too by any means necessary.

And when he finds the captor, he literally takes this guy down with ease WITHOUT his ability and threatens to kill his if he doesn’t hand over the keys to the Hunting Dog’s restraints which also restrain their abilities.

And imagine how concerned Tecchou is. Like Jouno’s voice isn’t as cheery and cold like it usually is — it’s practically dead.

And then after they go back to base, Jouno just casually takes off auto pilot and goes back to normal and tries to avoid the conversation about what happened and says he just “got into a mood” and he’s fine now.

Like he avoids that topic like the plague but nobody is forgetting the amount of dead bodies they had to step over and how silent Jouno was the entire time.

OOMF right in the heart

YES. I am a FIRM believer in something similar to this. Idk the first thing about Black Widow, but I have always had the headcanon that Jouno has moments of dissociation where he's just downright cruel like back in his crime days

Have you noticed how Jouno in general isn't really physically violent towards other people? (Like he does threaten them with words a lot, ofc, "I wish you'd die" and all that, but in general it's the other Hunting Dogs that are the violent ones) The only time's he's actually shown doing physical harm is I think kicking Tecchou in the back of the head in the pushup scene, and then the entire unit is there watching (if I'm forgetting something lmk, not counting that kick in the face in the flashback with the old lady).

What if that's just him not wanting to get too far into the mindset of hurting people? Like when he's interrogating people he'd lock the door so others won't get caught in the crossfire but he's cruel and he hates himself for it sometimes

Because he's shown to have compassion too, this would really clash with him. He only really goes to the point of violence when there's people around that he knows could handle it (aka other Hunting Dogs) or people that actually would deserve the worst in his eyes

Idk just some thoughts I've never really articulated it so apologies if it's kinda hard to understand!!!

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 8 - Torture Tuesday (Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”)

No matter how much you squirm you won’t get out - Universe

TW/CW: Conditioned whumpee, creepy/initimate Whumper, angel whumpee, demon whumper, supernatural whump, psychological whump, past physical whump, made to kneel, brainwashing Word count: 541

Harmonia had been sitting on her knees in the middle of the hall for quite some time now. Motionless like the marble floor underneath her. Perfect posture as was expected of her, perfect for an angel. The cuts in her arms and legs bleeding slowly and shining, making her into a flawless art piece. At least that's what Electra had said. And she was always right after all. Without any doubt. She knew what was right for her and what not.

The angel had barely noticed that the demoness had entered the room. Her once so sharp senses and hypervigilance had been trained out of her. They weren't cute. But now the demoness hand sneaked undeneath her lowered head and tilted it up by the chin. A little static shock going out from the touch, almost as if when you touch metal in winter. Both creatures making eye contact; galcier blue and azur blue.

"You're so much prettier this way, my little doll." She stroked her cheek with a perfectly manecured claw. "Do you remember how you were before, I wonder?", she mused.

Harmonia held eye contact since that was what Electra expected of her. But the comment filled her with dread. Her old self had been flawed, dirty and thinking about it was prohibited. She had been lost, constantly searching for her purpose. Until Electra finally gave her one. She didn't want to get punished, she had been doing well!

"Come on, my little angel. You're free to speak."

Harmonia took in a deep breath. The light robes in which she'd been clothes moving at the movement. The first one in hours. Her legs had gone numb a long time ago. "I only have a few fuzzy memories, M'am. Nothing I want to remember, if I'm allowed to say so?"

Electra smiled. She pulled her hand back and ordered Harmonia to stay like that before pacing the room slowly. "You are allowed. And I understand that you don't like to remember it, your old you was flawed, I'm sure you remember that. Lost and misguided and deprived of love. You were downright aggressive and hurt many people. And you hurt a lot. I took that pain off you and helped you cope. It isn't nice to forget about that pain? Isn't it comfortable where you are now? You don't ever want to get back, and why would you. Those people that called themselves your family didn't want you. I do. And I can make you look so noble and pretty." She scooped up a few drops of thick, shining light on her index finger and held it to the angels snow white wings. "Like this."

Harmonia's eyes stared up at the demoness from her peripheral vision, completely bewitched and in awe. She agreed with every word from her lips. Because of course she did. "Yes, M'am. Thank you, M'am."

Electra grinned sadistically, sticking her bloodied finger in front of Harmonia's face. "Clean.", she ordered. And watched as her doll instantly complied and licked her own blood off the demons finger. Even if she cut her tongue in the process. The rush of power and satisfaction was overwhelming. "Good doll.", she praised. Now kneel again, make sure you don't stop shining...(!)"

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[miraculousystuff]

Chloe’s Story Pt 2

Marinette almost groaned as Chloe called her, gesturing to Alya to wait a second. What did she want? She picked up the phone, and sighed. “What is it Chloe?” she said, only to be interrupted by coughs and sobs. Marinette sighed again. “If this is about bird poop on your designer shoes again, I’m hanging up.” Alya snickered behind her, making her best friend laugh too. Soon, they were both laughing, not even noticing that Chloe hung up. She stared as her screen went black, her sobs slowing down as she remembered. Marinette and Chloe weren’t friends. She had thought they were, helping her expose Lila, gaining everyone back. But of course, the whole point was so Marinette could have Alya back, and Chloe was left alone, just like she always was. She wiped her tears away furiously, groaning. Almost resigned, the heartbroken teenager began walking back to her house, slowly. When she reached the hotel, she didn’t expect a fork whizzing past her head. She dodged it, but barely, grazing her cheek enough to draw blood. Chloe hissed in pain, but couldn’t say she was surprised. Her mother must have found out about the affair. The screams could have been heard from New York, her parents fighting loud and violent. Multiple things could be heard crashing, but none of them relented, instead screaming louder. Chloe was about to back out when her mother stormed up to her, livid. “YOU! YOU WERE A DOWNRIGHT BRAT FROM THE START CLEO!” Audrey screamed, slapping Chloe across the cheek. She gasped, but didn’t react much more than that. After all, she was almost used to it. Audrey slapped her again. “HOW DARE YOUR FATHER CHEAT ON ME!” she spat, as if it was Chloe’s fault. The teenager swallowed, knowing it was about to get even more violent. Audrey picked up the charcuterie board Nadia and Andre had abandoned and grinned almost sadistically. “It would have been so much better if you weren’t born at all.” she said, then hit her daughter on the head with the board, splitting it in two. Chloe yelped in pain, her vision suddenly dizzy, staggering. “I-” she started, but her mother beat her to it. “You’re just a spoiled rich brat, just like your father.” she said, and grabbed a champagne bottle. “I wish you didn’t exist, but it’s better late than never.” she cackled, then smashed the bottle against Chloe’s head. She swayed, her vision slowly fading as she staggered to the floor. Then, the whole world went black.

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This is the next part of the first little snippet I posted. Let me know if I should continue, or it’s fine as just a sad two shot. I’ve also started writing the aftermath of The Corey Curse, and @animechefgirl454 has also given me ideas for it! Feel free to share opinions and give requests, and have a great day ❤️❤️❤️!

[cirqosmos]

aaah yayayay~ can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to run away? voluntary getting hurt from cooking, walking, etc, so you can leave when they go take the emergency kit! please take your time thank you!!

🔪🩸YANDERE &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO RUN AWAY

WARNING graphic violence, profanity, implied smut on hyung line, sadistic tendencies, emotional manipulation, usage of pet names, delusional, obsession, possessiveness.

*⁠.⁠✧♡ KEI

It hasn't even took a single minute of him getting in one of the rooms where the emergency kit was placed when a door from the distance creaked open reached through his ears, his concerned dark orbs blew wide as the realisation sunk deep in his mind.

Your arms reek of fresh severe burn marks from the boiling pot from the earlier incident, a last resort of your plan to get Kei to the farthest end of the hall. The key glinted in the grasp of your hand as you did so, not hesitating even a damn second to sprint towards the door of where your freedom lies behind.

It was a foolish plan, indeed. You knew it was a foolish plan yet there was nothing you could think of anymore than opting with this scalded route. You yelped in pain when a harsh tug on your bare arms forced you to look into those eyes you once fell in love with, one that you often chanted to once belong to an angel—now a physical manifestation of a monster for you.

"Not even a single damn minute did it take, and you were already trying to escape, huh?" He bends down to your small form on the floor, a result from trying to squirm away from his tight grip.

You flinched slightly when he tucks your fallen hair locks behind your ear, a small smile formed on his pretty lips as he took a good look at you. "Much better? I don't think we need to treat your wound anyways, since you've been a very, very, bad girl today."

"A-as if I care!" Your head rattled in both rage and fear, showcasing your blatant disobedience towards the taller male. You don't care anymore, despite the torment of the scalding burn on your arms, you don't care if you have to get on his nerves to the point he could kill you. This life with him, itself, was a downright torment to your soul.

Seemingly not surprised a tad bit, Kei tilted his head with a pout. "I know what you're trying to do by being such a brat. Don't you think it's pathetic, love?"

"But, mmh." Kei looks out through the window, the tender rays from the sun shone against his grey lush strands. "Since you insist, I could teach you in another way, you know." He proceeds to leaned closer to your face, uttering a sentence almost feathery and sultry that sent chills down your spine. "Bad girls had to take it the hard way, don't you think?"

*⁠.⁠✧♡ FUMA

"Wah, isn't the weather so nice?" Fuma let's out a breathless sigh as he takes in the gentle breeze, "Maybe that's why you had the idea to break the rules in the first place."

"I don't know whether to pity on you, or punish you.. my love." Fuma turns his head to look at your trembling form that was standing a few metres away from him, and then at your hand. "You could've ask me if you wanted to go outside, not do such dumb things with this wound on your hand."

"I'm s-sorry.." You didn't dare to say anything further in hopes to not anger the man before you any longer. You haven't seen him get far beyond the irritation he occasionally expresses but the ominous aura he was currently emitting as he leisurely approached you had your knees turning into noodles and the ground beneath you threatening to rip apart, devouring you whole.

"Sorry? For what?" His head tilted in such a way as if he can't fathom your choices of words, his hands met yours, rubbing it slowly and nice as a tender heart forms. "There's no need, love. I understand you, of course."

The way your eyes shook and lit up and your shoulders trembling added to his inner amusement.

"Maybe you could say sorry in another way, right? Those eyes, I would love to see them beneath me."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ EJ

"I hope you enjoyed your short trip to the woods, princess." said EJ as he cleared up the mess on the table. You sat still on the couch, not daring to look up to him, nor at his bubbly features that certainly are replaced with something belonging to the under world.

You kept your mouth shut tight, your hair strand had fallen before your vague vision yet your arms remain glued on the soft material of the couch, unwilling and frightened to do anything. Only keeping your head low and still, your ears met the collided sound of the platters and the utensils against the drying dish rack, that alone was enough to worsen the growing lump inside your throat.

"They say good girls apologise when they did something wrong, then why I don't hear anything—not even a 'sorry' from you? Hm?" Euijoo added a hum at the end of his question, his dusted school uniform appeared before your seated form, a dreadful result after using all your strength to fought him back in the woods.

You broke a cold sweat, a slight flinch followed when he patted your head in a tender motion, sickeningly slow and infatuated. "Say something, (Name). Weren't you so brave just now? Where did all that courage go?"

Your stomach churned in utter fear as you finally raised your head to look up at him. "I-i'm sorry—"

"But never mind it, I change my mind. I think we could put your mouth into a better use, anyways."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ NICHOLAS

"Speak." His long finger brushes his hair bangs away from his hooded eyes, lazy eyes paired with his lust filled rage orbs fixated on you who were currently beneath his tight hold on the bed.

"I was worried for fucking nothing, and you just had to ruin it." He spats out at you, a ticking time bomb he was as you tried to appease his wrath with a thousand apologies, yet nothing seems to work. .

—at all.

Your eyes welled up as panic had completely surged in through your veins, completely rendering your mind into utter helplessness. "It w-wasn't my intention, Nicholas!"

"Then what is it, babe? What is it then?" He cooed at you, caressing your tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand. "Was it the goddamn demon in the back of your mind that causes you to fucking open the door?"

You shook your head relentlessly, uttering a word that came out as a whisper due to how frightened you were. "N-no.."

"Nothing to say? It's okay.." His knuckles grew white as his grip tightened around your wrist, uttering a sentence that had the door to your freedom shutting down—a physical manifestation in sealing your future with him, "I'll fucking ruin you, though" Nicholas blew a swirl of air to your ears, "To the point you couldn't even walk to the door anymore."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ YUMA

His nails dug beneath your chin causing your mouth to hang apart to let out yelps of pain, "Last time I check you weren't that good in acting nor lying, I wonder where did I taught you wrong?"

Plain annoyance, no, his feline orbs that occasionally held infatuation for you was now replaced with lust for blood; as if he was controlling himself from smashing your head against the brick wall.

Gripping the chair with your sweaty palms, all you had right now was to pray for your life, pray that he would go easy on you.

Tracing his fingers down your bare arms that had a slight injury awhile ago, a scoff squeezed its way out of his mouth with a smirk in the corner of his lips. "It won't be that bad it if I add a little more, isn't it?"

The grotesque image of his words had you bawling in downright fear, dropping your head down as you shook your head in pure agony. "P-please no! Yuma! Please!"

"Aw, don't cry." The finger on your arms raises up to wipe the tears off your cheeks, a tender kiss was placed on your forehead. "Don't be a crybaby, it won't hurt that much."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ JO

"Does it still hurt?" Your glistened orbs fell on the boy before you, who was currently on his knees, his finger rubbing your fresh wound on a circular motion—wholly soothing like his dripping concerned voice, deceiving almost—that you had a brief doubt over whether you actually pick the door's lock a few minutes ago.

Jo lifted his dark orbs to look at you, "Didn't you hear me?"

Scared to your core, "I.. thought you were mad."

"Ah, if you were mentioning about that. Then there's no need to worry, there's not much you can do anyway." A small grin appears on Jo's faint red lips.

"What do you—"

"Even if you did manage to go outside, you'll come back anyway." Jo hums a melodic tune, "Your family ain't that isolated as they seem, (Name). I was thinking to invited them for dinner next time if you insist."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ HARUA

"Please, why are you so stubborn?" An almost melodic hymn follows after the desperation lacing his voice, as if his welled up eyes was a mere act to fool you. "Running away like a damn fool, thinking of it back, it does make sense, huh?"

He tapped your head repeatedly, not enough to cause you pain but sufficient enough to have your neat hair to ruffle haphazardly. "Your mind, we have to do something to get rid of those annoying thoughts. But I wonder how."

"Stop!"

He grabbed your wrist that was trying to push him away, "Stop what?! You were using my damn pain to escape, (Name). Don't you think that's fucking cruel?! You don't realise how much I want to hurt you right now just so you realise! But I can't because fucking love you!"

Gritting your teeth in immense helplessness, you glared at him. "Serves you right then, go to hell with your so-called love."

A nerve-wracking silence follows, growing in dreading weight with every passing second until he spoke again.

"Oh please," Harua straightens his posture with his usual grin, a swift switch from his initial outcries. "I guess you're really becoming a fool, well then you wouldn't be that fool anymore if I call your sister?"

Traces of disobedience faded away from your orbs, growing wide with sheer realisation. "Don't you ever dare touch my sister!"

"Why not?" Harua looks down at you with mere contempt as his thumb playfully tapped the keys on his phone's screen, dodging your pathetic attempts in taking away his phone in the process. "You're too precious for me to even lay my hand on you, so why not release my stress a bit on your sister?"

*⁠.⁠✧♡ TAKI

"Look at me. Tell me. I showed you nothing but love, and all you could fucking think of is to escape?" His deep knitted eyebrows paired with those tear running down his cheek had your heart quenched in a slight pang.

"You don't love me." You spat out, suppressing the need to cry out and lash at him in fear that things could go worse than it is now.

"I d-don't love you?" Taki let's out a breathless giggle, as if he couldn't believe what you had just uttered. "I wouldn't had to go all that trouble if I didn't love you!"

"Taki! You don't know what is love—" your sentences were cut short by the swift speed of his finger gripping your jaw hard and firm, forcing you to lean closer to his face.

"If you wouldn't accept my love then it wouldn't be that much of trouble for me to make you realise it then."

Your eyes widened at his ominous string of words, "W-what do you—" your line of vision fell against the brick wall, turning your head immediately to the boy in question, it didn't go past your eyes how his hand grabbed a certain object. "T-Taki, w-what are you doing!"

"You see, I don't mind taking extra measures if it meant you would at least realise my love for you, angel."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ MAKI

A harsh fistful tug of your hair pulled you backwards, falling hard at your butt in a loud thud, causing you to yelp in pain, "That's really sneaky of you, (Name)."

Maki tightened his grasp as he pressed his right foot hard and deep at your wound, an outcry of help squeezed its way out of your mouth, begging for him to stop.

"I'm done treating you all nice and kind," Maki said in a low whisper, seemingly unfazed by your pathetic squirm. The usual sweet image of the young boy was nowhere to be found, only a desire to torture remains. "We just had to teach you a lesson, so you'll know what's the consequences of messing with me."

"If you're going to hit me then please do! I'd rather die!" Clenching your jaw as you glared at him, challenging his patience. Yet the boy kept his calm playful demeanour despite the stark contrast of his grip on your hair.

Maki raises his index finger up, his eyes widening a few inches as if to mock you. "One."

"H-huh?"

"That's one person from your family that had to take the punishment for you. It's fair, right?"

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

As the world caves in

Phobos x gn!reader

Fluff/romance with future angst.

The day was winding down, the sun slowly dipping down to create a perfect evening glow, the breeze lightly rolling pleasantly over skin causing goose flesh to rise. A tall shadow figure was pulling the windows closed, ready to lock up for the night.

He spared a glance at you, his golden eyes and glasses still giving you an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Or perhaps that's the feeling everyone gets when close to an Employer. You spared him a nod in greeting and he returned the favour, the knot of dread slowly unravelling.

Continuing on, you noticed each room as you passed, each dark and empty, devoid of life until the next morning. The only companion you had now was the quiet and ever present hum of the dull lights overhead. At the end of the hallway was your goal, the elevator that would take you to the peak of the Nexus science tower.

The doors opened as you approached, the guard in the elevator eyed you up as usual, there were a couple guards, and this one was the less friendly of them. The other would spare you a smile, or make polite little conversation, but this one was a brick wall of a man. He simply hit the button for the top floor. The silence was thick and overbearing.

You came out as the door opened, Phobos staring out of his window as the sun started to set on Nexus City. "Hello Director." You greeted him, stepping up to his office. His head turned, single eye piercing you S-3LF. He grunted in reply, taking a cursory glance around the empty room, before he softened and placed his oversized hand on your cheek, his nail lightly grazing your cheek.

"My favourite mortal, how kind of you to come and see your God, unpaid and after hours. Such loyalty should be expected." His arms wrapped around you, pulling your smaller body up onto his lap as he sat down, nuzzling into your hair with his chin. "My beloved."

Phobos was arrogant to high hell, a bit of a sadist and sometimes downright cruel without mercy. But something drew you into him, a twinge of gentleness, a hidden tenderness buried deep inside his mind.

"It's near impossible to keep myself from indulging you each moment of the day, you are far above these pathetic mortals. You and I... Are something beyond them."

"Phobos.... Will you dance with me?"

My feet are aching, and your back is pretty tired.

Phobos' body was incredibly warm, pressed against yours as you two slow danced together. Intimacy with him was rare, both of you working hard to further your mutual goals. Both of you loved and cared for each other, that much was obvious when you were alone together.

And we've drunk a couple bottles babe, and set our grief aside.

"I love you," The words slipped from your mouth, and Phobos smiled under his bandages. "I love you too, my darling, and it's time I showed it to all. You will be promoted, serve under me and be worshipped by those under us. You will marry me." It wasn't a question, it was an expectation. A command from the God Emperor himself.

"I will." You replied, blindly loyal and madly in love.

The papers say it's doomsday, the button has been pressed. We're gonna nuke each other up boys, till old Satan stands impressed.

You moved in step as the pair of you slow waltzed around his office, two souls bound together deep enough that you knew each movement. "You will have the largest diamond I can find, sparking envy of those below us. Only the best for my love."

And here it is, our final night alive.

"Anything you gift would be fill them with envy, because your loyalty lays with me and not them. They would kill to be worshipped in the same way you worship me." Your hands tugged his bandages away, embracing his face as passion overtook you, lips locking together in a deep kiss.

And as the earth burns to the ground...

Oh girl, it's you that I lie with, as the atom bomb locks in.

Yes it's you I welcome death with, as the world caves in.

Tomorrow, things would change forever.

Tonight you danced and kissed.

Tomorrow Nexus will fall under the power of a one man rebellion.

Tonight you and Phobos embraced in his bed chambers, safe in his arms.

Tomorrow, both of you will die.

As the world caves in.

[thearcherbrothersx]

Masochists, Declan mentally chided himself when the little minx smiled at the snap of his palm against her exposed pussy, why was he always drawn to the masochist? It was almost taunting, provocative, urging him to do his worst. It should have annoyed him and yet that little smile was enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight, the all too familiar simmer of energy unfurling deep within. So he merely allowed a subtle and sadistic curl to his lips, offset by the chilled, blue marble in his hard gaze. Then his hand had snapped against her again, pushing for an answer.

"You're sorry?" Declan's hand lifted then, downright soaked from the evidence of her climax. "This -" He ran his hand down the side of her face, smearing her pretty features in her own juices, "- does not feel like someone who's sorry." He shoved index and middle finger down her throat, making her gag on them for a second as he yanked harder on her hair, wrist twisting to increase the pain in her scalp. "Doesn't taste like it either, does it?" He shook his head, disappointment on his cold features. Withdrawing his fingers from her mouth, he wiped the cum and saliva off on her cheek. "Disappointing." Disgust crept into his tone with that one word, his eyes narrowing slightly at her.

Her plea for punishment, the anguish in her wide eyes as she stared up at him did nothing to placate the larger male. His eyes narrowed a little further, lips twisting into yet another coldly sadistic smile. "Oh, I intend to," as all he said as he took a few steps back, dragging her with him by her hair, her chest pressed against his until he swung around and began walking to the right, up the stairs towards the first floor where bedrooms as well as the playroom could be accessed. The powerful muscles in Declan's arms flexed as he dragged her with him, fingers like iron in her hair forcing her to either lose it or keep up with his long strides.

An endless walk later, he punched the code into the keypad by the door to the playroom, and as the door swung open, he pushed the submissive forcefully inside, only letting go of her hair to snap the door shut behind him. In the darkness of the room, she'd be able to hear the tell-tale clink of Declan's belt as he began removing it. Then the iced over tone of his voice: "Get on your knees, whore."

She was flooded with relief as soon as that wave of pleasure ebbed. It was nearly incredible how soon she could feel her faculties returning. Like that moment after you’ve finished holding your breath, and oxygen hits you again. Distracted enough by the flood of oxytocin, endorphins, serotonin, whatever else, the only thing that could snap her back was —

Thwack!

A firm, yet slick sound, joined with a sharp pain that had her eyes going wide, a jolt of adrenaline. It certainly wasn’t what he wanted, but Cora couldn’t help a momentary grin before another slap landed and she gasped, her hips jerking. Was it really a consequence of you enjoyed it? 

Her breathing was still quick, eyes wide, expression demure until he gripped her hair. Her brain prickled, something scratchy and primal nagging at her. Be good. “No, Sir.” As much as she could, Cora shook her head, keeping her eyes trained on his.. “I…” Her voice shifted, softer, filled with regret, “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t an act. She meant it. “I’m —“ Her cheeks burned, embarrassed at her total loss of control, embarrassed how she was already aching for more of him.

She was a bit perplexed at the situation she found herself in. This wasn’t her first time being submissive, he wasn’t her first Dom. But this was the first time she’d ever asked to be punished. It wasn’t a thought she had time to examine, but it was one she’d get pack to later.  “I know I’ve been bad tonight. You’ve been much more patient than I deserve. Punish me, Sir. Please, remind me of my place.” 

[cyberpunk-20xx]

At some point I'll write about D properly but for now lemme just dump what I got going on about it. This blog's just my scrapbook for anything that nyooms long enough around my brains if you expected palatable analysis and well-organized content I'm sorry. I'm not, actually, but I'd be sorry if I were.

D is an alter (DID/OSDD) that got digitalized and then poses as an AI in 2077, so that VD (my V) doesn't just delete its files. V is my character, and D is my alter's.

It uses it/its pronouns, it dresses like a transtrender on purpose, wears pastels and fairy/party kei outfits only, quotes girly culture products like The Winx or Sailor Moon unironically, it manipulates VD into taking care of themselves, it likes to break men who are bigger than it and act tough, and is in a constant state of dissociation, which is normal and actually sane for it, since it's not a person. It doesn't care about having a body again, its end goal is to grow an organic garden in 2079.

When Johnny first assaults V (and I don't personally hc that my V can fight back- VD cannot interact with him at all physically unless he lets them, after the Relic progresses to 35%), back in their megabuilding flat, D grows from a widget to a fullbody png, jumps on his back while screeching like a bugged DVD and bites him in the throat down to the pixels, making both of them glitch out of reality, leaving VD to take their fucking pills and go back to sleep (on the floor. with a nosebleed).

D also happens to originally be Victor's alter, that they got "rid of" in an attempt to "be normal" before fleeing Europe for NC, where they hide away from their own demons, and end up working as an agent for Samurai. Which means that by the time Victor meets Johnny, D is out of the picture already.

Regardless, Victor's terrible taste in men must have persisted because D still ends up interested in him, only in a much more carnal, no-nonsense and frankly downright sadistic way. So basically, D just bullies Johnny the fuck out of his closet and exists mostly to make fun of him, all while being dressed up as any manly repressed gay male's nightmare.

(careful i know fuck all about sound mixing so this is loud and not well paced. also yes I'm aware i drew Johnny waaaay too big and shredded here it's because his engram is skewed by his self-perception that's not his canon appearance)

Also, at Mikoshi D steps in toward the end after VD steps in the well and just nabs his ass and flips Alt off before disappearing into the Net again, after their short stay-at-V vacations.

VD's very upset to wake up alone with zero brainworm but don't worry they find each others again at some point. After making VD bald I couldn't also leave them bitchless, I'm not that cruel.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Hazbin Worlds Collide Ch32

(Velvet/Francis/Brinda/Mako/Tristan and part by Palettepainter101 Queeny/Hannibal/Maizy -me)

Naturally what followed was sunken shoulders and disappointed glances to the floor: Queeny however, merely twirled a piece of her flowing her round a talon, casually floating in mid air. Honestly, demons where so funny! Couldn’t tell if she was truly a villain or a good guy - sometimes even she herself didn’t know. But where was the fun in sticking everything and everyone with a label?

Secretly, Queeny was going to tell them regardless: she had kept a close eye on her dear little Hannibal, and from what’s she had gathered he had seemed on the whole very satisfied with the interactions he had with the one or two demons he met!

But Queeny wanted to have just a little more fun before all these demons went back home-

“Do you EVER get tired of playing with people’s trust and feelings?”

“Velvet!”

Eyes instantly flew to the red haired female who was giving Queeny probably her most blankest, flattest and downright annoyed looks she could muster. The two girls locked eye contact, and Queenys eyes slowly narrowed. Two demons, both born from the same blood line, yet from different dimensions - the blood of the radio demon ran through them, and it seemed neither one was going to back down from this stare off.

“We have been here, for 3 WHOLE WEEKS.” Velvet half yelled half spat, as if she trying to hold back the rage fire that was her temper “And you’re SERIOUSLY still finding amusement in this petty little deal you and Tristan made?-“ Velvet took a moment to pause “Not to mention juggling with our feelings and trust. I have no doubt that if Tristan hasn’t achieved his end of the deal, you most certainly won’t keep up your half: that’s just the way deals go.”

Queeny cocked a brow, her shoulders slowly become less tense. Brinda leapt to try and stop things from escalating, but Velvet beat her to the punch. “And if that’s truly your oh so grand plan, that would mean you would be willing to strand all of us here in this dimensional plane, without the faintest care for our feelings or are concerns for our families back home...” Velvet bore Queeny with a harsh, cold stare - though no electronics within the room began to react, it was clear just from the venomous aurora around Velvet that she was ready to snap.

“..That’s called being sadistic. Not helpful, or playful, or funny, or entertaining.” Velvet pushes her seat out, glare still present on her face as she boldly walked right up to Queeny. Brinda opened her mouth to speak and quickly tried to grab Velvet, but her body was so shaken with fear at just the THOUGH of two try any descendants fighting it out in a blood bath, that only mere squeaks and terrified mumbles left her mouth.

Once Velvet reaches Queeny she stopped, leaving about three feet space between them. All eyes where on them. Velvet had the boldness to poke Queeny on the chest, brows furrowing like thunder heads. “I will say this once: if you even THINK I am going to let you skip away like you don’t have a diddly darn care in the world, your are gravely mistaken.” When Queeny only continued to look amused, with her brow cocked casually and blinking down at Velvet in humour, Velvet could have sworn she let out a proper growl.

Jagged horns grew from her hair, her red licks growing longer as a gradually static like darkness began to form around her. The lights began to flicker, and the air around Velvet began to crack and glitch at the sheer raw extent of her magic. Red wavy magic began to float up around her figure, slit pupils glowing and glaring at Queeny as if she had just murdered someone beloved in front of her. “..I’m sure dear little Hannibal wouldn’t be happy to hear what that beloved guardian would be willing to just leave a group of helpless stranded demons in another dimension, away from their families and all that they know.”

Queeny was throw off guard, her little act had been faulted at the little spawns words, and for once, she flinched. Her eyes widened and her brows shot up, and she snapped her gaze down to the tiny demon before her. Velvet held a stern look, eyes narrowing, and thoughts racing through her head: Velvet knew what she was doing was a risky move, especially since she didn’t know what kind of abilities Queeny had inherited from her mothers side. But damn to hell she wasn’t going to sit about and play nice house guest while this loonatic played them as if they where toys!

Velvet didn’t want to drag Hannibal into this, she didn’t, she was using him to press due Queeny on her argument. It was a sick move, even to her...but sometimes, these things where necessary, more so in this case. Velvet didn’t know anything about Queeny, but she had been watching from a distance, observing, it was clear Hannibal meant a great deal to her.

And if Queeny was willing to play with their emotions and trust, so could she.

“..You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

Queeny spoke calmly, and her smile remained all the same. But Velvet knew behind that tone she was hiding an ugly amount of rage.

“That boy looks up to you as if you’re some blessing to this prison! As his protector and friend, everything you say and do will imprint on him. Every teenie tiny little flaw and every threat or blackmail you use will affect him.” Velvet leaned in closer, but didn’t stop “You believe me telling him you’re blackmailing us will wont ruin his trust in you?..You’re going to do that yourself if you keep up this distrusting behaviour.”

...what was this feeling? Queeny suddenly felt..small. And..her guy felt weird. Wait - where her words actually getting to her?!-

“What kind of excuse will to you give him when he finds out we’re still here? Will you try to sweat your little deal under the rug? Try to blackmail us into keeping quite with some empty threat? Or will you simply expect that we won’t because you think of us to be scared of you?..Well..here’s a little new flash sweetie-“ the word sweetie couldn’t have been dripping with more sarcasm, as Velvet leaned in further to harshly whisper

“I’m NOT scared of you.”

Queeny leaned back a little, and it was clear that Maizy from the table had noticed as she gave Queeny a puzzled look. Dammit! She wasn’t going to let this little abomination ruin her relationship with-

“If he finds out that your forced Tristan it anyone else to be his friend so that you’d send us home? He’ll think he’s nothing more then a ticket to us! A free ticket to home! Your little deal won’t bring him any happiness in that case! It’ll bring him false hope!..And if you continue to pull him into your little deals, you’re going to ruin him! And one day, he’s going to be big enough to figure it all out...And what will you do then?”

When Queeny said nothing..Velvet finally backed down. The magic around her began to disappear, and the static gradually vanished from view. The laughs and radios returned to normal as if nothing had happened. Velvet let out a long sigh, before she regarded Queeny with a half sympathetic look “...I understand you want what’s best for Hannibal...I want what’s best for my brother Francis, and THATS why I’m telling you this.”

Velvet turned to the door with her ears pinned back against her head, but before she left into the hallway, she stopped, and said “..If you keep using that child in your deals, he’ll only end up with no friends at all..friendship can’t be forced. It has to gained. It can’t be pushed, and it takes time and effort....” she sighed “..I’m glad we could have this talk..I’m going to check on my brother.”

And with that, she left, off to find her brother, who everyone assumed must have gone to eat else where away from the crowd. The air in the room was thick with tension, and no one dared to speak. Mako cautiously have Queeny a side ways glance, reaching a paw to his blazer pocket where he kept his pocket knife - he doubted the knife would do much, but at the very least if she where to snap, he would have something to defend himself.

The two other deers in the room passed glanced, clearly just as surprised as everyone else! and maybe just a little bit scared. Maizy approached Queeny, quivering just a bit, her smile wavered, but she tried to remain calm as she approached her half sibling: Queeny was staring off at seemingly nothing, smile still stretched from ear to ear, but face half shadowed by her hair

“...Queeny?”

[kierewrites]

The Supers

navi - masterlist

Dabi x Reader

Mood Song: lost in the fire

Summary: Somehow the world's most feared super villain and the world's most loved super model found their ways into each others lives. And somehow, you were both perfect for each other.

Warnings: mentions of violence, dirty talk, manhandling, choking, degrading, brat taming, pretty much dabi being an asshole lol

Dabi let out a frustrated sigh as he waited for the elevator doors of your apartment building to open. Your snoopy front desk guard was on duty tonight, and honestly that was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

He promised you he would be home early today to celebrate some shitty event you had going on. Normally he would remember such an event that had your eyes practically glowing in excitement, but his corpse of a boss had been hounding him about a particular job he needed to get done.

Just as expected, his target made the task much harder than it needed to be. He spent nearly two days tracking the fuck down, and when he found him. Oh, did he make him pay.

“Dabi p..please! I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

The villain’s eyes narrowed to slits as the man tried to back impossibly closer to the brick wall behind him, cornered by Dabi at last.

“Too late for that I’m afraid.” Dabi spoke cooly, growing annoyed by the man’s incessant sobs.

“No! No, I can give Shigaraki all he needs I promise!” The man cried, his knees beginning to give out in fear as he shrunk to the floor in terror.

The villain felt his hands tingle with rage as the pathetic man cried for mercy. After all this searching and trouble he had to go through, this man should be begging for Dabi to end his life quickly and easily.

“You know you wasted forty eight hours of my time, right?” Dabi hissed, shuffling towards the man with his hands shoved in his pocket.

The man let out a shriek when Dabi leaned down towards him in a quick movement, a crazed smile on his lips as he let the steaming heat radiate off his body.

“Told my doll I would be home a whole day ago, but I couldn’t do that, could I?” Dabi questioned rhetorically, bending down now on the heels of his feet so he could level with the man, “You know how many hours she’s been waiting because I’ve had to chase scum like you?”

Once again, a rhetorical question. But the man didn’t seem to notice.

“T..Twenty four-”

The sound of his quivering voice pissed Dabi off beyond his already thin patience. Letting out a growl he grabbed the man’s face harshly, his palm beginning to heat up and sear against his flesh.

“Thanks for proving to me that you know how to count,” Dabi growled, slamming the man’s head against the wall causing him to cough up blood all over his jacket.

“Fucking hell, you’re a damn mess.” Dabi snarled, knowing you weren’t going to like seeing the crimson liquid.

“You know I was just going to ignite your sorry ass to dust and call it a night,” Dabi spoke, wiping the greasy sweat from the man’s face on his already ruined jacket before glaring back down to his victim, “But I don’t think you deserve that.”

The man’s eyes now shot up to Dabi, almost a bit of hope glimmering in them at his words, until he noticed the downright sinister look in the villain’s eyes. He wasn’t about to show any mercy.

Dabi glanced up at the stone ledge above the two of them and quickly shot his hand up to ignite a burst of fire towards it, effectively severing it from the building to fall directly into the lap of the victim.

His shrill screams of pain echoed throughout the air, surely waking anyone nearby. The sound made Dabi’s heart beat with sadistic excitement, finally feeling justice was served for his previous days wasted.

“Now I hope you bleed out for fourty eight fucking hours, so you’ll know exactly how my doll felt.” Dabi barked with a grin, sending one last stream of flames towards the man to ensure his demise before finally concluding this headache of a job.

The thought alone of the pathetic man made Dabi grit his teeth; between that and the guard obviously staring at him, he was wanting to turn the whole building to ash.

All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and pull you close into his chest and make up for two days worth of sleep. Two days starved of your soft touch.

The elevator ride felt incredibly longer than usual, each step he took towards your apartment only felt like he was moving farther away from it. He almost couldn’t believe it when he found the familiar numbers of your place before him.

The sound of the door creaking throughout the living room made Dabi cringe, though he would never tell you that. Typically when you whined to him about waking you up, he just laughed or simply told you he didn’t care.

He knew that was a lie, but you didn’t need to know that.

Dabi’s ‘profession’ wasn’t made known to you quite yet, for obvious reasons: you were a supermodel.

Your life was broadcasted to millions of people, and though he trusted you enough to know you wouldn’t blabber his secrets to the world, he also knew all eyes were on you, and accidents happen. A life of his own couldn’t afford accidents.

He had a feeling you had a small idea that what he did was illegal, catching hints of blood or ash on his clothes often. The fact that most of his “shifts” ended in the early hours of the morning also seemed strange to you, but you never questioned any of it.

Just the way he liked.

Surveying the empty living room, Dabi came to the conclusion that you were fast asleep, not a sliver of light in sight. Never a surprise to the raven haired man, as you tended to fall asleep on him as early as ten o’clock, to which he would always call you his little baby.

When you were awake in the early hours during his return home, he knew something was wrong, but luckily tonight wasn’t the case.

Though his muscles screamed at him with every quiet move he made, Dabi still made an effort to strip his boots off as quietly as possible. Today’s job was a rather messy one, and the last thing he needed were those adorable cheeks puffed at him when you found a bunch of ‘dirt’ all over the floor.

Stripping his jacket off, he shoved it in a nearby hamper so you wouldn’t see the work he had done all day, deciding he would wash it in the morning.

Your apartment was cute, honestly rather luxurious for someone so young. Luckily your job paid more than enough bills, which initially shocked Dabi since he claimed you were just “posing for a camera”, to which always earned a slap from you.

As much as he hated to admit it, each time he saw the skyline view of Musutafu from your floor to ceiling windows he was amazed. It’s so easy to see the beauty and charm of such a large city when you live at the top, blissfully able to ignore the real chaos that happens down below.

Though he normally hated places like this, he also knew you didn’t have the luxury to live in just any regular apartment anymore. People were always tracking your every move, cameras and lights becoming a part of your lifestyle. Stunning apartments like this always had high security so you could have a somewhat normal lifestyle at home.

With that in mind, Dabi wasn’t quite thrilled with your so-called ‘security’. Since he wasn’t able to waltz into the doors, he usually had to come in with a disguise or through the back entrance. Not once did he ever have any issues. Hell he could break into your place to murder you and they probably wouldn’t find out for months.

He claimed that’s why he stayed with you as often as he did, because your ‘bimbo ass’ needed protection from your freaky fans. And though he wasn’t lying, you and him both knew that’s not the only reason why he stayed with you.

Letting out a sigh, Dabi gave the sparkling city one last glance before rubbing at his neck and shuffling to your bedroom.

He had every intention of showering, honestly, especially because he knew you would freak if he dirtied your freshly cleaned satin sheets. But his plans came to an abrupt halt when his eyes finally fell on your body.

Though a beauty to look at, you were a train wreck of a sleeper. Your body typically flailed every direction once you hit a deep slumber. Sure enough, your arms were beneath your pillow while one of your legs haphazardly stuck out from beneath the satin sheets.

Normally Dabi would’ve chuckled, maybe even snapped a picture for blackmail before continuing on with his night, but thanks to your sloppy position, he was able to drink in in what you were wearing.

Either you were trying to surprise him, or you were trying to tease him: either way his reaction was the same.

Your silky skin was wrapped up like a perfect sinful present for him, your chest and waste was adorned with the most luxurious lingerie he had ever seen. The red fabric just barely hid what was necessary, a slight shimmer in every detail that only accentuated your beautiful curves.

The sight made him groan as he felt his grimey pants tighten at the sight. He almost didn’t even want to touch you, didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful sight before him, but that’s what phones were for. Snapping a photo quickly, the raven haired boy quickly ripped his shirt from over his head and crawled into bed towards you.

He knew you were in a deep sleep since you didn’t even twitch as the bed dipped beneath you. A part of him couldn’t help but admire each adorable huff that slipped from your parted lips.

As much as he wanted to pull you close and fall asleep, the sinful painting before him was sabotaging any hopes of that. If you wanted to be a little tease, he would have to treat you like one.

Warming his hand up a bit, he grabbed a handful of your ass cheek, squeezing at the plush skin before laying a playful slap against it.

Surprisingly the initial grab didn’t seem to fully wake you up, but the harsh slap certainly did. Your eyes shot open, immediately looking around for whoever made your ass begin to sting until you were met with mischievous cerulean eyes.

Your once shocked expression melted into one of frustration, your brows knitting together and your lips pinching into a pout as you shoved him away with folded arms.

“You’re an asshole Dabi, you know that?” You say, though you can’t fight the grin that’s forming in the corner of your lips as he begins to crawl towards you again and hover over you, “Nearly scared me to death.”

Dabi simply smirked down to you, chuckling as your still tired eyes struggled to remain angry with him as he ran his warm hand up your thighs.

“C’mon that’s not very fair, is it doll?” Dabi questioned as his eyes began to drink in your attire once more before smirking up to you, “I fucking told you what happens when you tease me like this.”

You had to fight the mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, your hand grabbing his wrist before it made contact with your surely dripping underwear. His glowing cerulean eyes glared up at you through the dark, but you held your ground as you huffed at him.

“This wasn’t for you.”

At this Dabi raised a brow, a mix of anger and confusion bubbling in his chest as if to wonder who this was all for then.

“Okay well it was kind of for you,” You corrected, sitting up a bit so you could be more level with the man, “But I only had it on because of my show today.”

Dabi’s eyes widened in realization, understanding why you all of a sudden had a brand new lingerie set. This must’ve been what your big event was, how he had forgotten about a lingerie show of all events was beyond him.

“I wore it home, thinking I would surprise my boyfriend with it,” You hissed, the sound making Dabi wince internally as he struggled to meet your gaze, “But sure enough he wasn’t even there for it.”

Dabi let out a growl, his hand squeezing at your thigh before tugging you a bit closer to him as he looked at you with mildly apologetic eyes, “Work got a bit complicated.”

Looking him up and down, you felt your eyes soften just a bit as you took in his exhausted features. You had no doubt that he was telling the truth, you just wish he would tell you more about what his work entailed.

“Wait a fucking minute, does that mean a whole crowd saw you like this?”

The familiar possessive growl made your eyes roll, the sight making Dabi seethe with anger at your bratty response. Clearly two days was long enough for your little attitude to come back.

Beyond that, the fact that possibly hundreds of people were able to see what was his, all wrapped up pretty in this lingerie made him even angrier. Probably a bunch of pervs and rich old people.

Maybe he should’ve made his victim suffer even more for missing out on this.

Before he could advance forward, your foot landed firmly on his chest stopping any movements. An unimpressed brow was raised as you gave him a knowing look.

“Ah ah ah handsome,” You purred, the sound literally making the man before you growl as you smirked at him, “If I can’t get mad about your job, then you can’t get mad about mine. Remember?”

His own words escaping your lips made him huff in frustration. You were right, but that didn’t make it any better. Your smugness also wasn’t helping your case either.

Grabbing at your ankle, he yanked your foot away and dragged you beneath him roughly, causing a quick giggle to escape your lips as he glared down at you.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it to your show dollface.” Dabi spat, trying his best to mean the apology when all he wanted to do was fuck that snarky little brain dumb.

You saw the fire in his eyes, but you wanted to torment him just a bit longer before he lost it. Although you knew the consequences of whatever this secret job was, you were still mad he was away from you for so long.

“S’okay, I know you couldn’t have come anyway.” You mumbled, your gaze breaking away from his own.

Your words stung in his chest, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He knew there was no venom in your words, but regardless he knew how much it hurt you that he could never come to support you in person due to his secret profession.

“Don’t be like that, you know I want to.” Dabi says sternly, grabbing your cheeks to force you to look at him once more.

Though your lips were already squished together between his fingers, he could still see the pout forming on your lips when you stared up into his cerulean eyes.

“It would make me feel better if you just told me what you did.” You said softly, your confession making his heart melt though he refused to show it. Even if he wanted to, there’s no way he could tell you.

It would ruin your career. It could possibly ruin your relationship. It could even ruin his career. Those were all risks he couldn’t take.

“Doll.” Dabi growled threateningly, giving you a glare of warning at your persistence, “We talked about this.”

Much to his surprise, you dared to roll your eyes at him for the second time in one night. After the hell of a two days he’s had, he was going to enjoy shutting up that smart mouth.

“I’m sorry did you forget your manners the whole two fucking days I’ve been gone?” Dabi growled, releasing your cheeks as he looked down to you incredulously.

Though you felt your heart flutter at the change in his tone, you tried to hold out for as long as possible, “You were the one that left me for two days-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his warm hand was now around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp as he looked down to you with sinister eyes.

“And just like that, you’ve lost your talking privileges!” Dabi snarled with a grin, the sight making your eyes widen as you felt your legs begin to press together, a sight that didn’t go unnoticed by Dabi.

A rough knee forced your legs apart before rubbing against your warm core, causing a warbled mewl to escape your lips as he laughed down to you.

“This is why I hate that flashy fucking job of yours, it goes all to your damn head,” Dabi sneered, flicking at your forehead, “But that’s okay, each and every time you forget your manners I’ll happily fuck them right back into you, yeah?”

The feeling of his fingers now ghosting over your warmth had you bucking your hips up, a whimper escaping your lips when he somehow squeezed tighter around your throat.

“Dabi.” You whined, plump lips parted as his fingers continued their soft torture along your folds. He couldn’t hold out for much longer, and you both knew that. “You gonna talk back to me dollface?”

You looked into his eyes and quickly shook your head, giving him a pleading look through those glossy lashes that went straight to his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” Dabi spoke, releasing your throat as you began to cough and gasp for air. He might have been rougher than he should, but he had a tough few days.

“D..Don’t leave marks you dick, I have a shoot tomorrow-” You hissed now that you were able to breathe, but your words were cut short once again as he shoved three of his fingers down your throat.

“Like I give a fuck, I hope all those fucks see who the hell owns this slutty little throat,” Dabi growled, shoving his fingers deeper till he nearly felt the back of your throat, “Clearly you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Tears danced down your cheeks now at the uncomfortable feeling, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips when you felt his fingers plunge into you without much of a warning.

“Knew you were being a brat on purpose,” Dabi hissed, smirking down to you as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “You’re fucking sopping down there, all because I choked you, huh? Slutty girl.”

His crude words made your face feel like it was on fire, your moans being muffled by his fingers as his pace began to speed up, rubbing at your clit roughly.

“Shit, are you about to cum already?” Dabi questioned, a mocking laugh filling the air before he narrowed his eyes down to you, “Poor baby, probably tried to get off with those tiny fingers of yours while I was gone, didn’t you?”

As soon as you tried to nod he barked out more laughter, speeding up his minstrations causing you to squirm beneath his touch. Just before he could threaten your release, he felt you tighten around his fingers as your body began to convulse beneath him. “Did you just fucking cum?”

Even when he removed his fingers you just mewled at his questions, trying to rub your thighs together as you twitched down from your high.

“You selfish little brat, you really did miss me didn’t you?” Dabi sneered with a smirk, forcing your lazy head to look up at him.

When you could barely respond he let out a groan, moving quickly to undo his belt as your eyes lazily watched him.

“Did I fuck you dumb with my fingers alone? You’re so adorable doll.” Dabi cooed in a condescending tone, his finger grabbing your face once again to keep you focused, “Unfortunately for you, I’m just getting started.”

The morning air stung at your raw skin before your eyes could say good morning to the warm sun trying to seep through your curtains.

Memories of last night’s events had you shivering, your body processing the new feeling of an arm tightly wrapped around your waist.

Moving your head slightly to the side, you felt your heart warm at the sight of your boyfriend’s drooling face beside you. You loved watching him sleep. It was one of the few rare moments you had to see his face soft, void of any emotion. No anger, smugness, lust, sadness: just his soft two toned skin finally at rest.

Moving to sit up a bit, you let out a groan when a sharp pain shot to your hips. Glancing beneath the sheets, your eyes widened at the sight of purple bruises now adorning your normally flawless skin.

Jutting your lip out, you glared back to your peaceful boyfriend.

“You’re such an asshole.” You whispered more to yourself, but the smile on your lips betrayed your words.

Normally moving out of bed would elicit a growl from your lover, his arms moving you impossibly closer to him so you couldn’t escape his hold, but he genuinely seemed exhausted from whatever job he returned from.

Taking advantage of this, you gently wrapped his arm around your pillow before sliding out of bed and shuffling to your bathroom.

The cold marble of your floor made you hiss, always the worst type of wake up call, but it was soon replaced with a moan when you reached the heated floors of your bathroom.

Upon your presence, the lights of the bathroom turned on to put your naked figure on full display. Your jaw dropped to see more colors of the rainbow adorning your skin, all the way up to your jawline.

“Damn you Dabi.” You hissed, a bite to your words this time as you ran your fingers along your raw skin. Of course, you deserved every bit of it knowing you were testing his already thin patience last night, but you knew your agent was going to kill you.

He was always going on about how you needed to find a new boyfriend, but he never quite understood the masochist in you loved this sort of treatment.

The thrill of knowing Dabi would protect you with his life, but also treats you like his play thing thrilled you. The two of you were somehow more compatible then you should be,

Honestly your only problem with Dabi was this second life he seemed to hide from you. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, as he’s never once tried to lie or hold secrets from you. It’s just that you could tell it was inadvertently hurting him. You knew the jealousy he felt each time you left for work.

Though you weren’t a huge fan yourself, a large part of the job was being observed by millions. Touched by millions, intimate with millions, seen by millions. And though you’ve gotten used to the unfortunate treatment of the modeling industry, Dabi has not.

You know he would never tell you to quit, whether that be for your sake or for his ego’s sake, but you know so badly how he wants to be there with you. To be your menacing guard dog and make sure you were being treated nothing short of royalty.

But for some reason, he had to stay out of the public eye.

By the looks of it, whatever his profession was seemed a bit shady. You tried many times to tell him that the press wouldn’t care, and that there were many shady people in your line of work too, but he just kept saying it wasn’t the same.

Letting out a sigh, you finished your morning skincare routine, deciding you would cover up your happy little accidents from last night later.

Just as you had expected, his clothes were sprawled all over the ground. He clearly had little patience last night.

Shuffling over to your closet, you snatched one of his clean shirts and shoved it over your head, glancing at him to make sure he wasn’t awake before moving towards the living room.

A small chuckle escaped your lips when you noticed his boots and coat haphazardly thrown near the hamper. How you didn’t hear his surely loud entrance, you weren’t sure.

As you began to warm up a tea kettle, you moved towards his boots to place them on the clean shoe rack you begged him to use, to which he usually would drop his shoes right next to just to see your cute face scrunch up in frustration.

Next you grabbed his coat, moving across your cold floors to the laundry room to place the dirty article in the washing machine along with your own dirty fabrics.

The minute you pressed start, you froze when you saw red splotches covering where you once pressed the start button. Glancing down to your hand you let out a not-so-quiet gasp when you saw crimson adorning your fingertips.

Immediately you paused the washing machine, yanking out Dabi’s jacket before biting at your lip at the sight. How had you not seen the thick gooey blood dried all over the front of his jacket? A small part of you grew anxious wondering whose blood it was, his or someone else’s?

“Are you always this invasive with my shit, doll?”

The scream that escaped your lips when you felt his warm hands grab at your stomach made him chuckle, your body whipping around to see him already smirking down to you.

He loved the face you always made when he scared you like this, as if he had caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.

Looking into the scene before him further, his eyes darkened when he saw his coat in your hands, your soft fingertips coated with that filthy rat’s blood from last night.

“What did I tell you about touching my stuff Y/n?” Dabi husked, snatching the coat from your hands before shoving it back in the washing machine and slamming the start button.

Though your lips twitched, wanting to ask him a million questions, you instead let him spin you around before pinning your hips against the counter, his own hips digging into your own as he turned the sink on and aggressively washed both of your hands.

The sight of that man’s blood on your delicate little hands... his delicate little hands.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” Dabi whispered coldly into your ear, both his words and the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear causing you to shiver while he dried both of your hands off.

Nodding against his chest, you slowly turned around to look at him, your glossy eyes peering up at him through your lashes which made his jaw stiffen at the sight.

“That.. that wasn’t your blood… right?”

The minute those soft words were whispered from your lips, Dabi felt his body tense as he looked down at you. Of course you weren’t worried about him being mad at you. You were just worried about him. Like you always were. Always putting his shitty needs before your own.

“Course not, princess.” Dabi said softly, his stern features melting into lazy kind ones as his hands pressed against the small of your back into his chest, an invitation for you to wrap your arms around him.

He knew you wanted to press further. Ask him what it was, what he was doing, if he was putting himself in any danger. But instead you just held him close, allowing yourself to trust in him and know he would never put you or himself in that situation. Knowing you should listen to him like he always tells you to do; never question him.

Just like his sweet angel should.

“You’re too pretty to worry dollface,” Dabi cooed, his fingers now digging into your hips which caused you to hiss as he lifted you up on the cool counter, “Aw, are you sore?”

Though still glossy, your eyes narrowed into a glare as the shit eating smirk appeared on his lips, referring to the fresh bruises along your hips.

“You know my agent is going to kill me, right? I told you I have a shoot today! It’s my last for a full week, you couldn’t have waited a day?”

Dabi only chuckled down to you, voice dripping in smugness as his fingers gently gripped at your chin, “Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed up all pretty for me like a slut last night baby.”

Though he wasn’t wrong, you also were planning on him coming home much sooner so you could lay out some ground rules. He definitely took advantage of your sleepy state.

The minute you attempted to roll your eyes his fingers moved from your chin to your cheeks as he squished them harshly, snarl at the tip of his lips.

“Did our little lesson about manners not click in that dumb head of yours?” Dabi growled, forcing your hips closer to his chest as he grinned wickedly down to you, “Because I’ll gladly review it again for you.”

You hated how your body reacted before your brain could, a whimper softly falling from your lips when his warm hand traveled up your thigh beneath his shirt, but luckily you were able to snap out of it now that you were much better rested.

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on that sir,” You chirped, grinning at his wide eyes at the little nickname, “I have tea on the kettle, and I need to be at that shoot in a few hours!”

Somehow you were able to slip from his hold, most likely thanks to his small period of shock before his grin began to twitch, footsteps following after you causing shrieks of giggles to escape your lips as you ran from his grasp.

You were definitely going to be late.

Exhaustion havoced through your bones, but it wasn’t even close to the excitement you felt surging through you.

After a far too eventful fashion week, your agency granted you a full week to be off and take time for yourself. Though, it was well deserved, especially after today’s shoot.

“Y/n F/n, are you fucking kidding me?!”

The sound of your name being hissed venomously from your agent’s tongue made you cringe. 

Luckily you were able to cover up most of the marks on your neck and chin, but the makeup on your torso must have rubbed off on the walk to the testing site.

“I promise it’s not as bad as it looks, Charles.” You said with a sweet smile as you pulled him in for a professional hug, “Makeup will easily cover it up.”

From behind you, the makeup team confirmed this as they began setting up their spray foundation station, their reassurance making you smile as you looked back to your fuming agent.

You knew it was unprofessional, you really did. And you tried your best for this to not happen often, as your body unfortunately was your entire career. But what annoyed you the most is that your agent seemed to care less about the marks, and more about your partner.

“Same scumbag boyfriend, huh?”

Every part of you wanted to scream at him and storm out, but you really liked this client and knew you could never turn away a holiday shoot like this.

“Charles, you're ever so chipper this morning.” You spoke, offering him the warmest smile you could muster before being dragged off by the makeup team.

The rest of the afternoon went fine. Luckily the hair and makeup teams were just as excited to talk with you, so it helped speed things along. You told them all about your trip with your boyfriend to the mountains, as this would be your first official ‘vacation’ with him.

Little did you know, your agent kept a close ear to your small conversations with each division of the shoot, devising a small plan of his own. 

In the best interest of you, his client, of course.

“Are you all packed Dabi?”

Your cheerful voice sent waves of warmth through Dabi’s chest, his lazy eyes falling on you as you bounced before your tall doorway.

He knew it was cold outside, but you went a bit overboard. Almost every article of clothing you had on consisted of fluffy fabrics, from your earmuffs and beanie, down to your cozy brown boots.

“Probably not as well as you, snow bunny.” Dabi chuckled, the nickname causing you to pout as he flicked at the small fluffy ball on top of your head.

“Don’t be like that, it’s going to be cold up there!” You whined, happily letting him grab your Louis Voution duffles before you opened the door for the two of you.

“I just think it would be smarter for you to wear less, so I damage less of your prissy little outfits.” Dabi sneered with a grin, your head whipping to him with narrowed eyes as you locked your door behind you with the keycard.

“You will not be ruining this outfit, asshole. You can learn to unbutton things like a normal person.”

Dabi only hummed, confirming he certainly would not be doing that before you both made your way down the stairs. Normally you would take the elevator, but Dabi didn’t feel like putting on an entire disguise so you asked for your car to be ready behind your building.

Going down fifteen flights of stairs was never fun, but for Dabi it was worth it. Plus you couldn’t complain much since he decided to hold both of your luggage, not that he had much anyways.

“We’re taking the Tesla?” Dabi questioned, noticing the key card you were fiddling with in your hands, when you nodded warmly he only smirked, snatching it from you with a whistle, “I’m definitely driving then.”

A sharp whine escaped your lips as you tried to take the card from his hands, but even with his hand full with three bags, he managed to escape your swinging arms.

“You drive like a lunatic Dabi! You better not speed in my baby.”

He simply smirked down to you smugly, the sight making you groan before you finally made it to the final floor.

“Your car is ready outback Miss Y/n.” A familiar voice spoke, the sound startling Dabi as he quickly shoved his hood up and jerked his head the opposite direction, “But I must warn you-”

Before he could finish, Dabi shoved all the bags in the bellhop’s arms causing the man to slightly stumble over, “Make yourself useful, will you?”

A small giggle bubbled out of your lips, shooting a playful glare to Dabi’s mischievous eyes, reminding yourself you needed to tip that poor boy extra when you both returned.

As you made your way to the doors, you thought you heard strange noises from outside, but as the bellhop tried to stutter something out, Dabi simply placed his palm on the small of your back and ushered you outside.

Sure enough, those strange noises were your worst nightmare.

A crowd of people suddenly turned to the sound of you and Dabi exiting the building, there was a moment of silence before shouts and cameras began flashing towards both of your directions.

“Y/n! Is this your boyfriend?” “Y/n, is it true that you’re scared to leave your boyfriend?” “Y/n, show us the bruises! Speak your truth!”

The rapid questions caused your head to spin, the quick flashing of cameras making you back up, your boyfriend quickly wrapping a protective arm around you.

“W..What bruises?” You questioned, eyes narrowed until you saw a screen being held up amongst the crowd, your entire body growing rigid as the familiar sight of your skin littered with warm bruises was held up amongst the crowd.

“How did you…” You whispered, eyes wide and horrified until you noticed the familiar outfit in the corner of the photo. That was from today’s shoot…

“Charles.” You growled, the sound of your agent’s name making Dabi’s fists heat with anger. He knew that damn agent of yours was trouble.

Quickly spinning around, you stood before Dabi to try and deflect any view of him from the crowd as you looked at him apologetically, “I’m so sorry Dabi, I think my agent called the press on me. Let’s just go through the front-”

Your words were only half processed by Dabi. He could tell by your tone you were genuinely sorry, this wasn’t your fault. He wasn’t mad at you in the slightest. What he couldn’t ignore though, was the one pair of eyes out of the entire crowd that had been staring at him since he walked out those doors. 

The eyes were wide, trembling. They were filled with fear. Dabi knew exactly what was about to happen.

“That’s Dabi! From The League of Villains!”

The sound of the crowd gasping had your head whipping back, your mouth agape before you glanced back at your boyfriend whose jaw was locked tight.

“L..League of Villains?” You whispered, his eyes finally falling on you for the first time throughout this entire event.

Everything was over. This perfect little life he got too comfortable in. This domestic, sickly sweet lavish life you swaddled him in until he almost forgot who he really was. What he really was.

He wanted to leave you there. Do what he knew was right and make an easy escape to never see you again, but he was in too deep now. He dragged you into this and now this was both of your problem’s. The new onslaught of questions only confirmed this.

“Has Dabi from The League of Villains been holding you hostage, Y/n?” “Are those burn marks in this picture Y/n?” “Someone call the heroes!”

All he really wanted to do was drown. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was about to lose everything he’s ever lived for.

And then your hand wrapped in his own. Your eyes held so much emotion. Confusion, anger, sadness, worry. But one thing he didn’t see was fear. And your words only confirmed that.

“I’m not scared of you Dabi.” You whispered, two tears dancing along your cheeks as your lips quivered, trying to keep a brave face as he looked down at you.

Dabi could feel his own tear ducts growing warm, but that’s not what he needed right now. He needed to get both of you out of here.

With the raise of his arm, flames grew from the tip of his fingertips down to his elbow as he glared at the crowd with sinister eyes.

“Move.”

Screams echoed throughout the crowd, everyone running in opposite directions while still trying to film the two of you as Dabi led you towards your car. He didn’t need to say a word for you to obediently run to the passenger side, Dabi already climbing in the driver’s seat before he sped off, pushing the limits of your car as he sped down the street.

He knew exactly where he was going. The only place he knew that was close enough to reach before those damned heroes showed up.

Every few minutes he glanced at you, and though your breath’s were uneven and your body was slightly trembling, you made no moves to betray him. You didn’t reach for your phone to call the police, you didn’t try to attack him, you just sat and looked forward, your teeth digging harshly into your lip.

He couldn’t imagine how terrified you must have been. Nearly three years of trust flushed away, with possibly the worst kind of betrayal yet. A villain, of all secrets to hide. Of course he wanted to do anything to still keep you in his life, but he knew that wasn’t his choice to make.

Slamming on his breaks, your eyes widened as you looked around, wondering what he was stopping for before your name was growled from his lips.

Looking at him, his cerulean eyes were already on you. The look on his face was one you’ve never seen before. Maybe it was the real monster in him he’s been hiding this entire time. Those cold blue eyes were deathly serious, not a hint of mischief in them.

“We’re not going to the mountains Y/n.”

The words dawned on you, realizing what this was about. This was your final opportunity to exit. To leave the villain before you, and try to operate what damage control you could to get back to the life you’ve always known.

This was your last chance.

You swallowed thickly, feeling your mouth go dry at what this decision meant, and how it would change the trajectory of your entire life. Inhaling sharply, he was surprised to see your head whip up, eyes leveling the seriousness of his own as you nodded.

“Okay.”

Dabi searched. He searched hard, almost hoping he would find any glimmer of doubt in those beautiful eyes of yours, but he found nothing but acceptance.

Looking back forward, Dabi nodded wordlessly and sped off towards the one place he dreaded most.

Home.

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NiceGuyJohnny & TheJinyoung : NCT & Got7

🌙 starring. johnny (nct) & jinyoung (got7) x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. A little romantic trip with Haechan leaves two of your primary doms feeling a little… jealous? possessive? downright insane? And they’re going to make sure you know it.

cw/ tw.cam sex, extreme sadist hard dom Jinyoung, hard/soft dom Johnny, gag ball, degradation, use of yellow safe word (in a pretty tame way tbh), bdsm themes, threesome, ‘puppy’, thigh riding, daddy/sir/master - all sorts of dom titles tbh, oral (m/f receiving), squirting, Johnny’s dick is (as always) too god damned big for his own good, unprotected sex, bulge kinks of sorts?, deep throating, rough sex, dumbification, toys, lots of finger sucking, some pain kink, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 7.5k

🍭 aus. cam girl reader, poly idols, idols sharing a fuck buddy, dirty boy idols, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. camroom directory here - this series is covered in audio by the Kpop Pillow Talk podcast, listen here

“Do you trust me?” Johnny asks, as the elevator ascends to the highest floor in one of the tallest hotels in all of Seoul. You’d been a little shocked when he’d driven you both straight here after picking you up from your apartment.

“I’m not sure if I trust you to get some food in me before you decide to fuck me.” You grab at his soft, black dress shirt, pulling him close in the elevator as you grin up at your beautiful lover.

“You watch too many TikToks,” Johnny smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips. His hands slip to your waist, pulling you even closer to his broad chest, and you breathe in his expensive cologne, enjoying the taste of luxury it leaves on your tongue. He cups your face, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “And you know what, pretty girl? I know you trust me.”

“Sadly,” you confess, sighing and looking away only for Johnny to pull you in for one last kiss that feels stolen as the elevator doors open, and you’re left wanting more when he moves away. The tall NCT idol has your room key, and you let him navigate you down the hall.

The room is easy to find, and Johnny scans the hotel key card, earning access.

Johnny helps you take off your jacket and his quiet demeanour tips you off that something is wrong. He puts a do not disturb sign on the other side of the door’s handle, and you think that this is particularly odd behaviour for Johnny of all people, who usually doesn’t care who hears you two fucking or who interrupts.

“Hey, baby,” Jinyoung’s smooth voice makes you whip around, coming face to- chest with your most sadistic dom. You force your eyes up and Jinyoung smirks down at you, looking like the cat who’s caught the canary. You enjoy how big he is, dwarfing your smaller body as he invades your space- but what is he doing here?

“You trust me,” Johnny reminds you from where he’s leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.

Fingers under your chin draw your eyes to Jinyoung, and his dark gaze pierces yours. “Did you have fun last weekend, baby?”

So that’s what this is about? Your getaway with Haechan?

You roll your eyes and Jinyoung’s widen in shock.

“She’s lost her manners,” The elder Got7 Member concludes, not reprimanding you, but instead looking over your shoulder at Johnny, talking about you as if you’re not even there, which is almost worse. 

He’s shit talking you and you’re right there. Shit talking you to your soft dom lover no less, who you expect to take your defence, but instead Johnny just shrugs, grinning as if to say ‘it is what it is.’ 

It becomes clear now that Jinyoung arrived a while ago, as he's set up the room exactly to your usual cam girl specifications. There are a few things set up, namely; a tripod, light ring, and- classically Jinyoung- bondage ties on the bed.

You're in for a long night, and although you think you don't really deserve this as a punishment - which from the strong set of Jinyoung's shoulders you know it most definitely will be - you know they're going to all but break your back, and you can't think of a better way to spend an evening.

You take a moment to appreciate Jinyoung’s body. 

He’s in pinstriped dress pants tonight and a white button up, with suspenders that curve deliciously over his back. The shirt is tailored, showing off the wide set of his shoulders that narrows in to his waist and ass, which is where your eyes stay fixed as you continue following him. 

A hand touches the small of your back and Johnny falls into step with you. “Safe words?” 

You raise a brow at him, is he serious? Again, you’d expected some soft words from your (generally) kind lover, but this? Something like fear tingles up your spine and you force yourself to remember your ‘training’. 

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for all clear.”

There’s no reward for your correct answer, and you’re left empty handed, expecting a ‘good girl’ or maybe even a ‘that’s my studious little baby doll’- okay, maybe not that last one- but you’d been expecting something!

The bratty side of you is starting to come out and it makes you stop in your tracks three feet past the tripod. Someone better start being nice to you or so help you god-

“Go on darling.” Jinyoung turns to face you, leaning back against a table near the bed that you now see has a few interesting items on it. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, forearms on display since he’s rolled up his sleeves. “Stomp your foot for us. Pout out that lip, it’s been making everyone else bend over backwards for you lately, huh?” 

You’re shocked at his words, eyes immediately darting to Johnny, who has met Jinyoung at the table, but he’s focused on pouring himself a drink from a bottle of Whiskey next to what you now see is a vibrator. 

“Don’t look at him,” Jinyoung’s voice is low, and he pushes himself off of the table fluidly, taking a step towards you that makes you instinctively move backwards. 

He’s much bigger than you, closing the distance and grabbing you by the waist with one hand while the other grips your jaw, his dark eyes gazing into your own.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” 

His words ring loudly in your ears and it only takes a moment for you to realize why. Haechan had said that exact same thing on your vacation together. 

Your heart races in your chest. Of course they’d both been watching, but to have Jinyoung quote it at you?

He must be pissed.

“Colour?” Johnny’s voice draws your eyes over Jinyoung’s shoulder and he lets you go even before you say ‘Green’ as clearly as possible. 

Jinyoung heads over to Johnny again, once more leaning back against the table.

You take a breath to speak but Johnny cuts you off. “Before anyone says anything else that could be incriminating,” Johnny turns to face you, swirling the whiskey in his cup and bringing it to his lips, “Camera’s on gorgeous.” 

“How-” You turn to see your phone is in the tripod, and you have no idea how it got there.

“You were too busy staring at Jinyoung’s ass, darling,” Johnny chuckles into his glass of whiskey.

He’s making fun of you. It’s a form of degradation, a soft form, but a form nonetheless, and it makes you wrap an arm over your middle instinctively, starting to feel incredibly small. 

Johnny had taken your phone when he’d put your jacket away, and while you’d been walking behind Jinyoung, the man from Chicago had turned on your phone, opened a room, and slipped it into the tripod holder. 

You try not to underestimate Johnny, but he still surprises you every now and again.

“So what are we going to do with you tonight, hmm?” Jinyoung asks, adjusting so his palms are flat on the table behind him and it widens his chest out, making it look even broader as he takes a deep breath, sighing. “I'm going to have to reteach you everything, aren’t I?”

Your manners come back after the initial shock. Being a brat hadn’t worked, and Jinyoung had degraded you for it, knowing all the tricks you had up your sleeve. Johnny, your soft dom- has seemingly abandoned you- it feels like the only option is to comply.

“No sir, I’ll be good,” you say. 

You may have had your bratty little escapades with lenient doms recently, but Jinyoung is reminding you exactly what he expects from you. For good measure, and because you’ve already dug yourself into a bit of a hole by trying to be bratty at all, you get down on your knees and look at the floor.

You listen to Jinyoung walk towards you, then past you. 

He pushes the tripod back to give space between it and the foot of the bed, and picks up your phone. He turns it towards you and you feel a prickle of shame at your kneeling form. 

After being a bit of a brat with your past men, it feels odd to show them this side of you again, but you know it’s a passing feeling, because the moment Jinyoung speaks, a tingle of excitement runs up your spine. 

“Bet our little whore is waiting for some praise,” Jinyoung says, moving to sit on the foot of the bed and spread his thighs invitingly. 

You open your mouth to say something but remember your dom hasn’t asked you a question so you bite down on your lip instead.

“Come sit between my legs,” Jinyoung instructs, watching you with dark eyes as you shuffle to where you’re supposed to be, “and stop calling me sir, it’s obviously a title with little value.”

“But you can still call me daddy, isn’t that right princess?” Johnny’s voice makes you want to scoff, you can practically hear him grinning somewhere on your left, probably still drinking and being nonchalant while you and Jinyoung have his intense power play, as per usual Johnny you suppose.

“The person who doesn’t want to be called sir anymore told me not to look at you and maybe not to speak to you either,” you say loudly, unable to help yourself. You force your gaze down on Jinyoung’s shoes, trying to stop a smile at your own bratty mischief. 

Then Johnny starts laughing, because you both know what your little outburst is probably going to have cost you. You just effectively talked back to Jinyoung - and without even looking up at his face, you know he’s probably furious. 

To your surprise, he doesn’t say anything, in fact, Jinyoung stands up and walks over to Johnny. When his back is to you, you follow him with your eyes, looking briefly at Johnny but he’s blatantly ignoring you now. Still laughing to himself as he drinks his whisky and pulls up a fancy chair to sit in as if he’s about to enjoy the show.

He is.

And you’re the show. Not only for him, but for however many people are in the cam room. You don’t even know who you’ve invited at this point, who has access to this.

You love this. You live for this. You press your thighs tighter together.

“Johnny.” All Jinyoung has to do is say his name for Johnny to set his drink down and accept the phone. He immediately turns it on you, and with Jinyoung’s back hiding what he’s up to, all you can do is wait.

You wait expectantly for some praise, for him to read the chat to you. Instead, Johnny’s eyes scan comments but he keeps his mouth shut, laughing at a few, but not reading them to you. 

You’re pissed.

So pissed, you almost forget Jinyoung is up to no good until he’s coming back to the bed and you have no idea what he’s even retrieved from the table of toys. 

“Greedy girl, already looking for her toy.” Jinyoung sits down on the foot of the bed and spreads his legs again, he shows you his empty hands. “Where is it, gorgeous?”

You narrow your eyes at him, not enjoying his game. 

His fingers reach under your chin and he leans down to meet your eyes. “You were okay playing kitten for Jaebum, now be my good puppy and find your toy.” 

The mean dom sits back again, squaring his shoulders and smiling at you. You move forward on your knees until you’re pressed to the foot of the bed. 

You love the way the pinstripe pants hug Jinyoung’s thighs and you’re practically drooling as you rest your hands on his knees and begin an upward motion.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jinyoung’s tone is amused and when you look up at him, your belly flips upon finding a smile.

He grabs your jaw as you say “searching for my toy?” Your hands have reached his upper thighs. “Is it in your back pocket, master?” You bat your eyes at him and Jinyoung takes a deep breath, the new title obviously striking an unexpected chord inside of him. 

“Yes, gorgeous, it’s in my back pocket.”

You grin, pushing on his thighs to prop yourself up to press a kiss to his lips before you fall back to your knees and reach behind him for your prize. 

“Show it so everyone can see, baby.” Jinyoung’s smiling down at you but there’s something so sinister in it, in the sexiest of ways. 

You lift the pink gag ball up for everyone to see.

Now you realize why Johnny needs to hold the phone. Jinyoung will need both hands to put the gag ball on you. 

“Turn and face your daddy, gorgeous,” Jinyoung says, taking the gag ball from you.

You do as you’re told, looking up at Johnny and the camera.

“Now say: bye bye daddy.”

You want to laugh but you also maybe want to cry. 

One look at Johnny has him offering you a smile. “If you’re uncomfortable, tap out three times, two for slow down, one for good, got it baby?”

You nod. “Bye bye, daddy.”

“Say ah,” Jinyoung commands from behind you, his breath teasing your bare shoulder, exposed by your pretty dress, which, you realize, he’s yet to praise.

You kind of want to say something about it- but then the hard plastic touches your teeth and you open your mouth wider, accepting the ball that Jinyoung fastens behind your head with deft, quick fingers.

It feels kind of odd to have your mouth forcibly open like this. Gag Balls are not something you’ve really tried with your partners other than Jinyoung, who’s used it on you only twice before, and it’s always an adjustment.

“There we go,” Jinyoung sighs, both of his hands finding your shoulders and begin smoothing down your arms. “Now we can talk without any bratty,” he smacks your inner thigh, forcing you to spread your legs, “interruptions.”

Johnny, along with the entire cam room, watches as Jinyoung talks down to you. He leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder and you tilt your head, which only earns more chastising. 

“Needy,” Jinyoung states, letting the tip of his nose drag up your neck. “You’re going to have to work for it tonight princess.”

Jinyoung moves away from behind behind you, and Johnny catches a micro movement of you turning to watch, only to force your eyes back down on the floor. He fights the urge to praise you for your good behaviour, fights the urge to read you the comments flooding in.

Heychannie: holy fucking shit

Heychannie has donated $500

yutAH: you can say that again

yutAH has donated $666

yutAH: i didn’t know she was into GAG BALLS

TeamWang: fuck me neither

TeamWang has donated $1000

PubGMarkT: fucking Jackson

PubGMarkT: we’re all just trying to watch and you’re throwing money around

PubGMarkT has donated $1000

TeamWang: tell me she doesn’t deserve it

PubGMarkT: we all know she does

HeyChannie: hey! When did Johnny and Jinyoung start hanging out though? 

HeyChannie: and why the fuck wasn’t i invited to this

yutAH: cuz you’re the reason they’re even punishing her you fuck

HeyChannie: all i did was take her on vacation

Doie: can someone kick him off the chat

HeyChannie: fuck you i was in the chat first

KittyTae: be nice you two

KittyTae has donated $1000

TeamWang: and start tossing money at her if ur going to be babies in chat ;)

TeamWang has donated $500

Johnny moves his eyes back to you. You’re still facing him, kneeling on the floor, gag ball between your lips, a small bit of drool already beginning to form-

“She’ll ruin her dress,” Johnny realizes, immediately squatting and bringing the camera up to your face to inspect the trail of saliva on the corner of your mouth. 

He wipes it clean with his thumb, looking past you at Jinyoung, who’s taken a seat again on the foot of the bed.

“Then take it off,” Jinyoung says simply.

“Stand up for me, princess.” Johnny reaches a hand out for you to grab so he can help you to your feet and Jinyoung clicks his tongue.

“What did I say about being nice to her during this?”

Johnny sighs. Jinyoung had told him that if he wanted to be here for the punishment, he’d have to be harsher on you, less baby names and coddling. 

It’s funny how easily Johnny slips back into soft dom if he’s not paying attention, his true care for you bleeding through and getting in the way of his harder role. 

Standing and taking his hand back, Johnny meets your eyes. He thinks he sees your understanding in them, and he doubts you’ll be mad at him about any of this later. 

He watches you slowly get to your feet, and then you turn towards Jinyoung, looking over your shoulder somewhat expectantly at Johnny, who reaches out to unzip your dress, the camera following the motion.

As soon as the zipper is undone, Jinyoung’s hands find your waist and he pulls you between his legs, looking up at you. “Strip for us, whore.”

Instead of doing what you’re told immediately, you turn back to Johnny and reach out for his hand, which he allows you to take. 

The tall man watches with interest as you tap two times on his palm, and then Johnny’s shoulders slump slightly, “Aw, yellow? Already? Okay, baby, we’ll be better about our degradation.” 

beommie: leave it to Jinyoung to be such an asshole that our cam baby has to use a safe signal

TeamWang: what a dick right? 

PubGMarkT: and her going to Johnny to tap out?-

TeamWang: what else would you expect

TeamWang: honestly

Johnny looks down at you with concern in his eyes and you nod, about to turn back to Jinyoung but then Johnny stops you. “Are you still okay with the gag?”

You reach for his hand again, tapping once in his palm, a yes. 

Then you turn to face Jinyoung, intending to follow through with his strip tease command- only for him to reach for your hand instead. 

He stands, pulling you to his chest by your hips. His fingers find the bottom of your chin and he lifts your face, pressing a kiss to your nose before moving his hands to your shoulders to push the straps of your dress down, causing it to fall to the floor.

Jinyoung sits down again, patting one thigh, and you marvel at the way the pinstripes look like a landing strip. 

You’re exposed to the room in your little black lace set- you think Namjoon bought it for you? But you can’t remember, you have so much lingerie from all your men it’s hard to keep track- and you feel completely in your element.

Your hands find Jinyoung’s strong shoulders, steadying yourself so you can swing a leg over his thigh and get into position, sinking down until your core is against his pants. 

“Look at me,” Jinyoung commands, leaning back and settling his hands on the bed behind him, he looks gorgeous, “be a good little sub, and ride my thigh till you cum.”

You nod, and then begin to move your hips, grinding down on Jinyoung’s leg. 

A moan slips past your gag ball, and you breathe heavily through your nose, able to feel a new string of drool sliding down your chin only to drip onto your chest.

“Bra off baby,” Jinyoung says, and you moan at the pet name, finally given a nice one from your stern lover instead of ‘whore’ or ‘slut’, which he’s quite fond of when he’s being mean.

If there’s one thing you love about Jinyoung, it’s that he’s a good dom in every sense. Even if he has a scene he wants to do, if you aren’t okay with parts of it, like being called whore, he’ll immediately correct himself. But unlike your soft lover Johnny, who had all but cooed at you, Jinyoung had changed without even putting his respect on the line, he’s still as hard dom as five minutes ago, but adjusted. 

You reach your hands behind your back, undoing your clasp and allowing the fabric to fall free. 

As soon as your breasts are exposed to the open air, you feel your nipples harden, and Jinyoung’s lips part in appreciation. He sits up immediately, hands coming to cup at your boobs, which bounce as you grind harder on his thigh. 

His leg is strong beneath you, and it feels delicious when you drag your core against him, sending pleasure rippling through your body. You close your eyes, groaning around the gag ball that’s still firm in your mouth-

Then a hand grabs your chin roughly, and your eyes snap open. “I told you, to look at me,” Jinyoung growls, pinching your nipple with his free hand and making you whine loudly. Drool drips down your chin and onto your breasts and Jinyoung watches it, then motions with his hand, reminding you of Johnny who’s still behind you with the camera in hand. “Come look at this.”

Your soft dom lover appears next to you, holding the camera close to your skin and narrowing in on exactly what Jinyoung wants him too. 

“Messy girl,” Johnny breathes, and you enjoy his words. They’re not praise, but they’re not degradation either, a happy medium.

“She’s had enough of this,” Jinyoung says, reaching behind your head to unclasp your gag ball, “want to hear her pretty moans when she cums like the filthy little cam baby she is.”

Cam baby. There’s that term again. Haechan had used it on you, and you suppose it’s not a shock Jinyoung is reusing a second term from the man who had whisked you away on vacation. 

You can’t help the way the your hips grind down harder on Jinyoung, your moans sounding through the room the moment the hard plastic is removed from between your teeth.

You swallow thickly, licking your lips. You start to move towards Jinyoung, intent on kissing him, before you remember your manners. “Master?”

“Hmm?” Jinyoung looks up at you after setting the gag ball down on the bed next to him, amusement in his eyes.

“Kisses?”

“Only because you asked and didn’t simply take. You’re learning your place again, aren't you, baby girl?”

You nod solemnly, licking your lips. “Yes, master.”

Jinyoung scoffs a little at you, and then he’s grabbing the back of your head roughly and dragging you to his lips. 

He dominates the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth and then biting on your lip, his free hand moving to your hip to force you to grind on him.

You can feel your orgasm rising, and you wrap your arms around the back of Jinyoung’s neck, getting as close as you can to his chest while rutting your core against his thigh. 

“Can I cum, master?” you groan, moving your lips to Jinyoung’s neck. 

As much as he hates to admit it, the mean dom is just as sensitive when you kiss his throat as anyone, and his fingers dig into your hips, helping you rut harder and faster against him.

“Hold it.”

You let out a whine and it earns you a rough spank on your ass, which just makes things more difficult, the pain molding with the pleasure and just about dragging you over the edge.

“Please, master?” you ask again, pressing sloppier kisses to his neck, your muscles straining from trying to hold back your orgasm. “Please?”

Jinyoung chuckles darkly, and then his hand is wrapping around your throat, tearing you from his neck. 

“Fine.” His dark eyes glare into yours. “You can cum for us.”

Your orgasm rips through you, your hips moving on their own accord to ride you through your high. 

Jinyoung flexes his thigh beneath you and you let out a mewl, gripping his shoulders tighter. Then he pushes his leg up, adding more pressure to your clit, which is throbbing with pleasure.

“Thank you master!” you belt out, remembering another one of Jinyoung’s rules that you’d almost forgotten: always say thank you. 

Jinyoung’s grip on your throat tightens and your eyes roll back into your head, so overcome by the wonderful feeling. 

Johnny moves around your body to get a better shot, capturing the way your tits are bouncing and Jinyoung’s hand around your throat. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, betraying his concentration, and his eyes are fixed on his phone screen even though you’re right there in front of him in the act. 

The Chicago man kind of likes the way the cam room works, enjoys seeing the other men’s reactions, their praise, even if you can’t. 

Lucas99: holy shit

Heychannie: i wanna be called master

Doie: hey! You’re the reason she’s in this whole mess you asshole

Heychannie: what mess? She’s about to be RAILED

Joon has donated $1000

beommie has donated $1000

Bangme has donated $1000

Heychannie: what is this? Leader donation hour?

ValentineJae97: show some respect

ValentineJae97 has donated $1000

Heychannie: to who? Her or them?

Heychannie has donated $420

Lucas99 has donated $420

Hendery99 has donated $420

yutAH has donated $69

yutAH: :)

Jinyoung has laid you out on the bed, and Johnny watches with interest. While many of the other guys have gone nude on camera, Johnny is distinctly aware that Jinyoung has not. 

As far as Johnny can tell, Jinyoung is here purely for the domming, for getting you off on camera, as opposed to using you for his own pleasure as some other men have done. 

To each their own, Johnny thinks, but he enjoys the way Jinyoung prioritizes you, the same way he does.

“You’re prettiest when you’re choking on cock, kitten,” Jinyoung’s voice makes Johnny raise his eyes from the phone, meeting the gaze of the older, more sadistic dom in the room. “Fuck her face, and don’t be nice about it.”

Johnny chuckles, looking down at you. Jinyoung’s positioned you so you’re sideways on the bed, with your head near Johnny. You gaze up at him with big eyes, and then you’re moving closer to the edge, letting your head rest off the side. 

This is the perfect position for throat fucking, and Johnny can just imagine his cock disappearing into your stretched out neck, he bets he’ll be able to see himself in your throat if he goes deep enough-

“Look how fucking wet you are- Johnny, give me the camera,” Jinyoung instructs next, holding out a hand expectantly as he settles between your legs, using the other to loosen his tie. 

Johnny passes the phone over and Jinyoung brings it close to your pantie covered core, showing the cam room the wet spot there.

HeyChannie: fuck. Me.

yutAH: you can say that agin

Doie: holy fuck

yutAH has donated $69

Doie has donated $100

KittyTae: she looks delicious

yutAH: you have a thing for eating pussy huh taeyong?

Doie: he fucking loves it

HeyChannie: i guess you would know

HeyChannie: pussy

Doie: if you make me come over to your room-

HeyChannie: my cock is out asshole, come try me

yutAH: come to the 10th floor Doyoung, Jae and I are watching and eating popcorn

Doie: you are nOT

ValentineJae97: fuck yeah we are

Jinyoung frowns a little at the amount of NCT boys in the cam room, but then ‘TeamWang has donated $100’ pops up and he feels a little better that a few of his friends are watching. As much as it’s nice to prove a point to the NCT guys, Jinyoung likes proving to his own group that he’s your master. 

Jaebeom can whip out the toys and cat ears, and Mark can let you ride him while he plays video games, but Jinyoung’s your number one, and he’s going to fight tooth and claw to hold his position as your go to fuck buddy- well, besides Johnny, he guesses, but again, Jinyoung’s not trying to fight Johnny for the spot as main dom. 

Something tells him he’d lose, and Jinyoung’s not the type to set himself up for failure. 

While holding your phone with one hand, Jinyoung grabs at your panties, tearing them down your legs and shoving them into his back pocket. 

He must have at least ten pairs of your panties by now, but to be fair, he’s bought you twenty plus- so as far as he’s concerned, these are his now, even if he knows someone else probably gifted them to you.

Jinyoung hears a gurgling sound and looks up to see that Johnny hasn’t bothered to wait for him to start, his cock out and sliding into your mouth.

The view is beautiful; your naked body laid out on the bed, Johnny using your mouth while your legs are spread for Jinyoung to do whatever he wants with you- and he intends to.

The sadistic dom doesn’t even bother to wet his fingers, your core is dripping as it is, he simply slides two digits into you, curling up and searching for your gspot with zero hesitation. 

There’s a sound that escapes your mouth and makes Jinyoung look up with a grin, focusing the camera on his fingers, which come out of you glistening in wetness. 

“You like that, kitten?” he asks smoothly. “Choking on Johnny while I open you up with my fingers?” 

Another whining sound, and Johnny pull his cock from your lips, allowing a; “yes, master, I fucking love it-” to escape you.

“What did I tell you about swearing?” Jinyoung lands a harsh smack to your inner thigh and you whimper before Johnny plunges himself back into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

Jinyoung smiles again, enjoying the way this is turning out. 

Without the camera on him, and with you very preoccupied, he doesn’t have to worry about his expressions and putting on a show. He can just be himself, savagely fingering you with digits that have made you cum countless times before.

But Jinyoung’s not content with simply making you cum, not when two other idols have made you squirt on cam. He can hear your pussy squelch with each thrust of his fingers, curling up to your gspot and massaging it, and by the way your hips are moving off the bed, he knows he’ll be making you cum quickly- but he needs both his hands.

“Johnny,” Jinyoung holds out the phone and the other man plucks it out of his grasp, no other direction needed.

At first, Johnny immediately brings the camera down to show off the way his cock is sliding deep into your throat. He’d been right about the way your throat takes him, and he can see the slight bulge every time he pushes into you. 

The way you’re laying on the bed makes it impossible for you to move, leaving the pace up to Johnny, and he’s revelling in it.

yutAH: Holy shit

HeyChannie: is that-

yutAH: his cock

yutAH: in her throat

yutAH: yeah

yutAH: um. Wow.

yutAH has donated $500

Doie: we should all thank Johnny for not having his dick on cam yet because the rest of us are going to look like shrimps in comparison

HeyChannie: speak for yourself

Doie: you’re like 5 foot 6 you fucking gremlin

HeyChannie: i will literally come fight you

ValentineJae97: are we sure there’s no way to kick them out of the cam room?

Johnny groans, wanting to laugh at the antics of his friends in the cam room, but also overcome by the way your cheeks are hollowing, suctioning around his shaft. You’ve always been so good at head, and this position- well, Johnny might just have found his new favourite thing.

His eyes shift down to your core, where Jinyoung has brought his thumb to your clit, and Johnny moves the camera up, capturing the scene just as you begin to gush onto the older man’s hand. 

Johnny’s made you squirt a number of times himself, but watching it happen- it’s like porn, but with you- and he can’t imagine a prettier sight.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, pulling out of your mouth and wrapping a fist around his cock, allowing your moans and whimpers to be released to the room for the cam to pick up better. 

He looks down at you and you lift your head,  make up completely ruined, drool and tears staining your cheeks-

“Colour?”

“Green- fuck, daddy-” you collapse back down, head lolling off the side of the bed, eyes shut, legs attempting to close around Jinyoung, but his large body keeps you spread. 

Johnny watches Jinyoung’s fingers disappear into your core at a brutal pace, his thumb rubbing your sloppy cunt and using your squirt as a lubricant-

“Messy girl,” Johnny groans, unable to take his eyes off of your core.

“Fuck her face, she squirts harder when you do.”

Jinyoung’s command is an easy one to follow, and you even open your mouth, an obedient little sub for them now. 

Johnny slides his cock past your lips, slipping a little too far and making you choke, throat constricting around him- he also sees the way your legs shake, pussy letting out another little spray of wetness that has him groaning and teetering on the edge way before he planned to.

Johnny knows there’s no way in hell Jinyoung is getting naked on cam, but he’ll be fucked if he doesn’t get to try out your sloppy pussy, get to feel your wet, warm walls wrapped around him-

Your hands push at Johnny’s thighs and he pulls out of your mouth, angling the camera down on your face. “Too much-” you whimper, attempting to sit up and push at Jinyoung next.

“Then say yellow,” Jinyoung prompts.

You shake your head, letting it fall down again, and Johnny knows your mouth is out of commission. 

“Jinyoung, I’m taking over,” Johnny says, his voice a lot lower than he intended it to be.

Dark eyes meet his own, and for a moment, there’s a challenge of power, then Jinyoung is relenting, pulling his fingers out of you. 

Johnny comes around the bed and passes the phone to the other man, who licks his fingers clean before taking it. “Fuck her stupid,” he says quietly enough that only Johnny will hear him as he moves past.

Johnny chuckles. There’s no need for an order like that, he fully intends to fuck you silly. 

The man from Chicago grabs your legs first, easily spinning you so you’re laying properly on the bed now- then he remembers you’re all on cam, and as much as he enjoys missionary and seeing your face- others probably want to as well.

He can fuck you in doggy now, and other more romantic positions later- and Jinyoung had told him to be mean, and the meanest position Johnny knows is doggy, because it lets him hit it deep. 

With his long cock, he already practically splits you open, and you always make noises like a fucking animal when Johnny’s hitting you from the back.

When the tall man grabs your legs and once again manhandles you, spinning you so your head is now at the foot of the bed, you’re not really sure what he’s doing, and you watch him with big eyes but remain quiet, too fucked from your orgasms to even speak. 

Johnny flips you onto your belly, getting behind you, and before you can even raise your hips for him, two large hands are taking hold of you, slipping under you and getting a firm grip of your waist so he can easily lift you until you’re ass up. 

Then a hand is pressing on your face, pushing you into the bed. 

“Face down,” Jinyoung says, and you let out a whimper, enjoying the way they both are man handling you and showing off their power. 

Johnny doesn’t even give you prep, he simply slides into you. 

Your pussy is still drenched from Jinyoung making you squirt, which means Johnny is able to fully sheath himself in your core with one thrust. 

“Fuck!” Johnny groans, gripping your waist tightly, hips flush against your ass. He stays still for a moment, and the walls of your pussy flutter around him, trying to get used to his size.

Jinyoung’s hand moves a little so he can slip two fingers into your mouth. “Suck on these while he makes you cum, and be a good toy for Johnny.” 

You whimper, beginning to suck diligently on Jinyoung's digits while Johnny’s hips start to find a pace. 

The tall man’s fingers dig into your skin, and you hope there will be bruises later from it, in fact, you hope that tomorrow you won’t even be able to walk. 

Maybe Jinyoung and Johnny will both stick around with you tonight and in the morning you can all have some fun in the jacuzzi in the bathroom - Johnny and you have enjoyed it together when he’s taken you to this hotel before and there’s enough room for three - but your thoughts quickly dissipate as Johnny’s thrusts get even harder.

Whimpers escape your lips even as you suck on Jinyoung’s fingers, and Johnny’s cock is hitting deep spots inside of you that have your toes curling. 

“How many more times should we make her cum?” Jinyoung asks, slipping his fingers from your mouth.

A hand immediately grabs at your hair, and Johnny hauls you up so you’re on your knees in front of him, back to his chest as he angles his hips up into you, his lips teasing the shell of your ear. “I don’t know, our little cock slut generally takes anything we decide to give her.”

When Johnny calls you cock slut, there’s a fondness in his tone, even under the harshness of the words, and you can’t help but moan, reaching behind you to grab at his hair and pull his lips to your neck. He allows you to do this, and his tongue tastes your skin, making you shiver as he moves down to your shoulder, where his teeth tease your flesh.

Jinyoung hums, and then he’s moving towards the table that hosts all the toys. 

“Excited for more, gorgeous?” Johnny chuckles against your skin. “You're squeezing me so good just watching him pick out a toy, huh?”

You groan, tossing your head back against Johnny’s shoulder and closing your eyes. You trust Jinyoung will choose something fun- well, fun for them anyways, but no matter how grueling scenes with Jinyoung are, you always come out of it pleased. 

Two fingers are shoved into your mouth and your eyes open, head lifting up so you can take in your surroundings again. Johnny’s the one with his digits between your lips, and a moment later he removes them, bringing them between your legs to your clit. 

Jinyoung, meanwhile, approaches the bed again, holding a sleek, wireless, black wand vibrator in his hand. 

“This is for you, kitten,” he holds it out, “and if you take this off your clit, you’ll receive a punishment.”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, taking the vibrator from him and turning it on.

“Highest setting,” Jinyoung tells you, voice low. 

You nod again, biting your bottom lip as you turn the vibrator higher, the black rubber head moving incredibly fast now. 

Johnny’s fingers are on your clit, and your saliva has made it more than easy for him to gently rub you, getting your body ready for the new toy, which you bring down to your core.

Johnny moves his hand, grabbing your waist instead and angling his hips a little differently. He’s going slower now, but his thrusts are rough, each one sending the sound of skin on skin through the otherwise quiet room. 

When you press the vibrator to your clit, you can’t help but let out a moan, pushing back against Johnny’s strong chest. He holds you steady, kissing your neck and sucking on the skin there, which sends more pleasure coursing through you. 

“Can I cum master?” you ask, giving your best begging face to Jinyoung, whose eyes assess your entire body, settling on the space between your legs.

“Only when Johnny does,” Jinyoung’s command is final, not something to argue with, and your pussy flutters around Johnny’s thick cock at the idea of holding out.

“You’ll cum for me, right, daddy?” You ask, resting your head back against Johnny’s shoulder and pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw. “Please?”

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, fingers digging into your waist, “only because you asked so nicely.”

It’s a lie, of course. 

Johnny’s been on the edge for a while, pulling out all the stops to hold himself back from cumming inside of you, but your words make it nearly impossible to continue this charade. Your pussy is his kryptonite, and Johnny is one good dirty talk away from exploding inside of you.

“Cum, cum, cum-” you chant, and Johnny can’t help himself, his lips finding your neck, suckling on your sweet spot. His tongue tastes your skin and he cums hard, rutting into you and groaning lowly, which sets off your own release, muscles snapping with your release after trying to hold your orgasm off for too long.

Your hand reaches back, grabbing at Johnny’s pretty hair and tugging, sending pain coursing through his body, which only makes things better for him. 

He thrusts into you roughly, riding you both through intense highs that make you both breathless, gasping in the quiet of the room and clutching at each other desperately.

“Oh my god- Johnny!” you scream, still not removing the vibrator from your clit, and Johnny’s rough thrusts set off a second orgasm inside of you. 

You’re not sure when one begins and one ends, only that your body is completely overcome by pleasure, your legs shaking as they hold you up, and Johnny’s grip on your waist keeps you exactly where he wants you.

Your lover from Chicago finally comes to a rest, his hands pulling you back against his chest, his lips continuing to suck love bites on your neck, and the two of you simply breathe in unison, coming down from your highs together.

A hand comes to push at the vibrator on your clit, moving it away, and your eyes open to see Jinyoung, who’s watching you carefully. 

“Enough of that,” he tells you, “this is punishment enough for today, but tomorrow you’ll have me to deal with.”

“Bring it on, master,” you smile, feeling hazy as Johnny wraps his arms around you, pressing his warm body to yours as he scatters kisses across your throat.

Jinyoung doesn’t look too impressed with your answer, but he doesn’t challenge you on it, simply watching as Johnny falls to his side, pulling you with him to collapse sideways onto the bed, a giggle leaving your lips.

“Say goodbye to your fans, baby,” Johnny whispers in your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe and making you laugh more, enjoying his warmth and the way he fits perfectly behind you.

“Goodnight everyone,” you grin up at the camera, watching as Jinyoung touches the phone screen and then pockets it.

“Did you two have fun?” he asks.

“Yeth,” you say, unable to help yourself as the baby talk comes out, your words semi slurred due to your intense orgasms.

Jinyoung reaches out and pinches your chin. “Come shower, kitten.” 

By shower, you know he means fuck, and you don’t mind the idea of Jinyoung washing you off and giving you some good aftercare while burying his cock in your pussy- in fact, the idea sounds marvellous.

“You won’t go anywhere, right?” you ask, reaching behind yourself for Johnny, who lets out a chuckle.

“Baby, I paid for the room, I’m staying till check out tomorrow at twelve. You’re stuck with me until then.”

You smile, enjoying the way Johnny always sticks around for you- and then you allow Jinyoung to grab your hand and pull you from the bed, leading you towards the bathroom.

You’re not sure what you ever did to be blessed enough to have found not one, not two, but multiple men who are willing to dote on you in this way. 

When Jinyoung pulls you into the shower, cradling you close and inspecting the dark marks Johnny had left on your skin, you know you’re where you belong. Not in Jinyoung’s arms, per se, but in this moment, enwrapped in a fleeting glimpse of a love that just might be attainable.

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[delimeful]

let my mind reset (3)

warnings: violence, dehumanizing language, brainwashing, mentions of genocide & murder, body horror/desecration of corpses, mention of past skinning, the evilest mfer i have ever made in my life, manipulative & sadistic behavior from antagonist, downright incel behavior from antagonist, roman's traumatic backstory (dlc version), im making jokes but this is another heavy one so be safe

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The Human lifted Virgil’s unconscious form with ease, calling a cheery promise to return soon over their shoulder as they left.

Roman couldn’t do anything but watch, physically and mentally locked in place as they vanished back into the overwhelming darkness surrounding their cells.

Virgil had always seemed so large and ungainly, especially when set next to aliens like Patton and Logan, who were small and thin-limbed. Even hunched in on himself or sitting, it was impossible to ignore. He’d always felt just like those towering silhouettes from Roman’s nightmares, no matter how slight their actual height difference was.

He’d never thought of Virgil as ‘small’. Not until he was pinned against the floor, the other Human’s hand looking monstrously large against his throat.

He wasn’t given much time to reflect, though; in what seemed like mere moments, the Human had returned, casual even as Roman retreated back against the far bars of his cell.

“Your turn,” they called in a singsong tone, swinging the door open. “Not going to try and make a break for it like your little pet?”

Roman’s ears twitched with anger, but he refused to take the bait, tail twitching where it was pressed up against the bars.

Unfortunately, the Human was more than willing to come in after him.

There had been only a few times where Virgil and Roman had actually come into contact, even counting their aggressive first encounter. Like repelling magnets, there was almost always a careful space between them, but he’d witnessed firsthand how careful the Human was with Patton, never leaving so much as a bruise no matter how many times Roman checked his Ampen friend over.

The Human before him had no such qualms about rough handling. Roman barely managed to swipe out at their advancing figure before his arms were wrenched back, an unbreakable grip encircling his wrists and pulling until he bent under the pain and moved the way they wanted him to move.

“You’ll learn eventually, Your Highness,” they said, voice mock-consoling as they maneuvered him easily through the dark and down a dimly lit hall. “They always do.”

He wasn’t blindfolded, but in passages like these, he didn’t need to be, unable to find anything resembling a landmark in the shadowy twists and turns.

There was movement around them, figures passing by or lingering doorways, staring and murmuring in unfamiliar syllables as he was marched down the hallway. More Humans.

His scales flattened under the attention, on the brink of rattling despite Roman’s best efforts. He felt watched, as though he’d be attacked at any moment, and he was distracted enough that he didn’t stop when his escort did, earning himself a sharp, painful yank.

The doors before them were ornate, and at a sharp, fluctuating whistle from his captor, they were pulled open to reveal a room that was just as lavish. Thick windows spanned the outer wall of it, distant stars and nearer planets serving as the backdrop to what could only be called a throne, high up on an obsidian platform.

And on the throne, a distinctly not-Human figure.

Roman was knocked to his knees before he could adjust to the sudden change in lighting, his hands pressed down into metal cuffs attached to the floor, which activated with a click-whirr. He tried to look up, but a hand hooked on his horns and pulled sharply, forcing his gaze back to the floor with humiliating firmness.

“For you, my lady,” the Human said from behind him, all traces of mockery gone from their manner.

There was a silence where all Roman could hear was his own blood rushing through him, and then a low, echoing croak of laughter.

“So, one really did survive.” There was shifting, and then slow steps, clicking down the platform closer and closer. Every movement was accompanied by smooth rustling clacks, the sound oddly familiar. “How embarrassing. I wonder who I missed...”

She trailed off, now just before him, and in one smooth gesture, the pressure holding his head down vanished, allowing him to finally meet the eyes of this ‘lady’.

She wasn’t Human.

He– he knew her.

His mind recoiled from the thought, demanding a different explanation; it had to be someone else, another Drgiurn with a similar likeness– but he’d never met another, not in all his travels, and she’d always described herself as rare.

His eyes moved as though magnetized, finding the harsh yellow of her sclera, the emerald gradient of her chest stripes, the four notches against her long lower jaw. Unmistakably familiar, though she stretched taller, bigger in his memories.

“Aunt Marta?” he asked, ears pricked upright with shock.

Her mouth opened slightly, like a beast scenting blood, and then her eyes curled up in a soft expression of joy, one that he’d seen hundreds of times. “Oh, Roman! It’s been such a long time since I’ve heard that title.”

Her hand settled along the side of his head, claws just barely skimming over the edges of his scales. She’d done it before, a gesture of affection, but it only sent dull pangs of shock through him now.

“You’re alive,” he managed hoarsely, his mind mired in a thick fog. It should have been an exclamation, a precursor to celebration, but instead it felt like an accusation. “You survived.”

“And so did you! I should have expected as much.” Marta straightened back up, looking to where the Human stood to the side without losing any of that malicious joy.

“You did so well, Roux. I’m very pleased with your findings.”

She beckoned, and they stepped into the light, each movement sharp and orderly. They kneeled the moment they reached her, and she held a hand out and cradled their face in the same manner she’d done moments before to Roman, pressing her palm against their skin.

Roux took a deep breath, their head tilting just slightly into the contact, and Roman watched as their gaze went hollow and distant, all of the tension seeping from them like water draining through gravel.

Oh. Oh.

“Go and take leisure. I will call on you when I need you,” Marta ordered, pulling her hand away slowly enough that Roux visibly leaned forwards after it. Roman half-expected them to protest, to argue that it was a bad idea to leave a prisoner unguarded with her.

Instead, they turned on their heel and walked back to the doorway without a word. The ornate doors swung open the moment they got close and closed after them. Roman could just barely make out two Human figures standing on either side of the passageway, clothed in dark shades that blended in with the decor. He hadn't even noticed them.

Marta followed his gaze. “Is it nostalgic, seeing so many in one place?”

Roman went rigid, stiffening quickly enough that his wrists chafed harshly against the cuffs. The pieces were finally coming together, forming a picture too horrifying for words.

As the child of the colony’s head, he’d been there when Marta claimed to have mild hypnotic properties, part of her biology. A 'haze', she'd called it. It turned out to be utterly ineffective on any of their colony, from the biggest adult to the smallest child. She’d shrugged it off, claiming that her ability wasn’t very effective anyways, so there was no point dwelling on it.

Now, seeing how easily her control had washed over a Human of all creatures, Roman was sure that she’d been lying.

That wasn’t the only thing she’d lied about.

“I thought you died. I mourned for you,” Roman spat, dipping his head even though he couldn’t charge, couldn’t move from his place chained to the floor.

“I’m sorry, ghiva’al,” she responded, her mouth shaping the Crav’n word for ‘treasured child’, her hands tilting into the Crav’n sign for remorse. “Truly, I didn’t mean to leave you alive to suffer.”

The words were saccharine, but Roman recoiled as though she’d dealt him a physical blow.

“I should have known, though. Your mother always was a match for me, of course she would find a way. Oh, you look just like her, it makes me ache.” Marta shifted closer, looking down at him mournfully. “I almost stayed there, you know? With her. She knew there was something powerful about me, something dangerous. Still, she brought me into her home. Insisted I could leave the past behind, and begin anew.”

She paused, as though lost in memory, and Roman felt his chest tighten with grief and anger alike.

“But she wasn’t willing to swear herself to me, even when I’d proved my worth tenfold, so how could I remain there and let myself rot?”

“You– you’re the one who brought them,” he forced out. His fists clenched, talons digging into his palms with pinprick pain. “The Humans. It was your fault!”

“Such a familiar rage,” Marta replied, still looking damnably nostalgic. “I never would have guessed she hid you away, not with how many of my Deathworlders she took down before succumbing. She still holds the record, even after all these years.”

Her fingers ghosted up to skim over the collar of her cloak, where patches of shining iridescence caught the light.

Roman stared at them, that sense of sickening familiarity only growing, and felt his body go cold and distant.

He remembered the last wake, the largest pyre he’d ever built, the one he’d stood at alone. Each and every one of the bodies had already been stripped of their scales by the time he crawled out and found them. He hadn’t found a single one to save. Just another thing Humans had taken from him, he’d thought.

At the beginning of his wayfaring, he’d scoured black markets across entire quadrants with no success. Now he knew why.

They’d been treated as adornments, draped over the shoulders of their murderer as a cloak.

Marta didn't even notice his new focus, still turning her head this way and that as though trying to look at him from every angle. She clacked her teeth consideringly. “What in the universe am I to do with you?”

“Kill me yourself,” he snapped immediately, trying to force anger over the cold agony in his lungs. “I’m sure you can handle fighting one little Crav’n, take these shackles off and I’ll show you that I inherited more than her looks!”

Marta made an odd croaking sound, one Roman recognized as a mocking laugh. “So eager to throw away all her hard work keeping you alive. You certainly didn’t inherit her mind. What a waste.”

Roman snarled, beyond words.

“Well, I’m sure she’d forgive you,” she assured him, sickeningly sweet. “And I can’t deny that your visage does bring back such wonderful memories. I had planned to exterminate any stragglers, but…”

Marta crouched to his level, the shuffling of a hundred dead scales heralding the movement, and eyed him with something bright and hungry in her gaze.

“Perhaps you’d be willing to swear yourself to me and my empire? Live a life of luxury and power, here in the safety of my shadow?” Her face upturned with that faux-kindness again. “I’d even let you keep your Human pet.”

She didn’t mention whether or not Virgil would be allowed to keep his mind.

Roman lunged forward, uncaring of the way his arms shrieked with pain, and snapped his jaws at her. She didn’t even flinch, only closing one eye in disappointment.

“That’s the problem with you Crav’n. So noble. So stubborn.” She stood again, looking down at him. “But I can break you, even without my haze. You have a weakness, darling boy, and it came rushing in after you.”

Roman had thought he couldn’t grow any colder. He’d been wrong.

“Th– The Human?” he asked, pressing disbelief into every corner of the words. “You think I care what happens to that Deathworlder? After what his kind did–”

His words died in his throat, remembering that it hadn’t been them doing it, not really. A firm truth in his life– Humans killed his people– now upheaved and set on its horns because of the Drgiurn standing before him.

Marta bared her teeth in a mockery of a Human grin. “I suppose you don’t mind if I take it, then? My darling Roux tells me it has such the fighting spirit for one so damaged. I do love to repair the broken ones. They’re always so loyal afterwards.”

Roman struggled to keep his body still, keep his face from contorting. He couldn’t make Virgil a bigger target.

“They call me the Bewitcher, you know? Even among my own people,” she preened, looking utterly gleeful at the fact. “They sometimes find Humans before me, trying to do what I’ve done. It’s amusing. My Humans tell me imitation is like flattery on Earth.

“But it never works. I steal their most powerful pawns right out from under them with ease. And you know why?” She spread her arms wide with a flourish. “This. All of this, this very station is the key.

“Everyone knows that Humans are big, violent creatures, but nearly nobody knows what they desire.” She paused to meet his eyes, a warped version of the intimacy of Crav’n storytelling traditions. “More than anything, they crave connection. Human connection especially. Completely unlike Drgiurn, of course, but it makes it so much easier to recruit them when I have the only off-planet community of Humans in the entire galaxy.”

She began to circle him, and he couldn’t even force himself to turn and watch her progress. His body felt numb with dread.

“Come now, haven’t you noticed your Human looking lonely? Missing that miserable Deathworld it calls home? It would only take a little coaxing…,” she mused, the force of her gaze heavy on his back.

Despite himself, Roman hesitated.

He remembered the way Patton had brought up returning Virgil home again and again, looking more despairing with every possibility that was eliminated. He’d thought it was strange at the time, with how hard Patton had worked to get Virgil on their ship, that the Ampen would want him gone, but if it was really for Virgil’s sake…

“He wouldn’t work for a killer,” Roman bit out, forcibly shoving the thoughts away.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Marta widened her eyes pityingly. “They’re all killers. They’d be dead, otherwise. Your precious little pet has blood under its nails, and we both know it. You’d better learn to accept it, or maybe your blood will be the next spilled.”

“You’re wrong. You’re wrong!” He was giving too much away, he needed to shut up–

“For your Human’s sake, I certainly hope not,” Marta replied, finishing her circuit to stand before him again. “It wouldn’t be the first Human I’ve been forced to put down. Unfortunately, threats to my empire simply can’t stand.”

She turned away, the edges of her cloak brushing him, and waved with a hand idly. “Take him back to the cell. He can have some time to ruminate on the truth of his situation before I decide what to do with him.”

Roman snapped and thrashed, but could do nothing against the sheer force of the Human hands forcing him forward. The only thing his struggles earned him was a painful grip against his scales.

When the cell door locked behind him once more, Virgil still hadn’t been returned. He couldn’t decide whether he felt worry and dread or just a sickening relief at the absence. He couldn't even begin to name the feelings clogging up his mind, let alone discern how he truly felt about the Human at this point.

Alone and just as helpless as he’d been as a kit, he curled in on himself and mourned anew.

[zodiakuroo]

Love Thy Brother

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, dabi’s canononical dick piercings  manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, manipulation, blackmail, spit, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege : 3

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: secured my spot in hell with this one for sure anyways touya-nii go brrrrr

part 2 here!

But he that hates his brother is in darkness, and walks in darkness, and knows not whither he goes, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes. – 1 John 2:11

Gaining 4 new siblings as a young adult is not something anyone expects, you think, but you’re grateful to have been accepted into Enji Todoroki’s family nonetheless.

Fuyumi was the big sister you always wanted, kind and nurturing, always happy to let you borrow her clothes and give you advice. You and Natsuo the closest in age.  He was warm and friendly and while he teased you a lot it was never mean spirited, just the kind that was typical between siblings. Shoto was quiet in nature and though it took him more time than the rest to warm up to you, eventually you two became friends as well.

And there was Touya…..

Well, Dabi as he prefers to be called.

When you first met him, you were terrified, the shock of seeing him made you hide behind your mother instinctively.  The Todoroki clan looked every bit the perfect suburban family except for Dabi. He had his hair dyed jet black, with seemingly more tattoos than clean skin. He had several cartilage piercings in his ears as well as three small studs in his nostril and a barbell through his eyebrow.  He scoffed at your scared reaction, sticking out his tongue to show you the silver ball on its surface and sending a wink your way.

Admittedly, felt guilty for judging Dabi based on his appearance, but you would soon come to find that sometimes it’s better to trust your judgement.

At first, Dabi ignored you, acted as if you didn’t exist. And the times when he was forced to acknowledge your presence in his family he acted as though you were nothing more than a nuisance. You thought that you might have offended him somehow but Fuyumi assured you that Dabi was just like that and that you shouldn’t take it personally. “He just needs to get to know you.” She said.

She was wrong though. Dabi couldn’t stand you.

Everything about you infuriates him. Prancing around in those frumpy sweaters and modest skirts like anyone would bother to lewd you anyways. Lest they attempt, you wear that gold cross necklace everywhere you like a big old “PROPERTY OF JESUS” tag. Your insistence to say a prayer every time the family dog so much as farts. The way his entire family seems to be enamored by your church girl act. Perhaps what he hates most is the way you look at him, poor delinquent Dabi, like you’re so much better than him. Sanctimonious bitch.

Then he noticed how you were with Natsuo. How you would pout and whine when he teased you and sometimes, to everyone’s shock and amusement, banter back and forth with him. Let’s be clear here, he didn’t care about you. He cared about attention. You were giving too much of your attention to his younger brother and that just wouldn’t do.

Pretty soon, Touya was in on the teasing. He started out by making fun of you for being so conservative. Low-hanging fruit. You’ve heard it all before so it didn’t wrench much of a reaction for you but that just made him more determined. Sometimes it got downright mean, earning him a scolding from Fuyumi. Not that he would listen anyways

Then it got physical. It started innocently enough, Dabi would tug on your hair, snatch food out of your hands, kick you underneath the dinner table. Albeit childish, it was incredibly annoying. You would shriek and yell for him to cut it out and after finally getting the desired reaction from you, he became hungry for more.

So he started taking more risks. When you were in the kitchen alone Dabi would brush his hand under your skirt making you squeal. That progressed to him flicking up your skirt to catch a glimpse of your panties which progressed to him spanking you so hard, you’d think of him every time you sat down for the rest of the day.

On the days when he was in a good mood (read: stoned out of his mind), he would pull you into his lap and hold you there, blowing smoke in your face that made you cough so that he could laugh. Sometimes he would let his hands wander, over your chest and between your thighs while you squirm in his hold. He’d say “Anyone ever touch you like this? I hope not, I’m sure it would piss off Jesus”

As if the touching wasn’t invasive enough, Dabi felt he was entitled to your room and personal artifacts. Often you’d come back from campus or church to find the contents of your underwear drawer spilled on the floor. You would notice a pair or two missing when you packed them back.

One time he vandalised your bible with drawings of penises on every single page.

“D’ya like my artwork princess?” he said when you confronted him. In a fit of rage, threw the book at his head. You missed (unfortunately) making him like laugh. “Surely there’s something condemning violence in that book of yours.”

You tried locking him out of your room but all that did was make him angrier. He threated to break your door clean off its hinges if you did it again.

Which brings you to your current predicament.

It had been a long day. You woke up late landing you in trouble with your manager. Your coworker fell ill and you had to cover a double shift, with no shortage of asshole customers on this particular day it seems. On top of all that, you just got stood up for date. You come home to a quiet house and you’re so grateful for this small blessing on a day like this. After a long, scalding hot shower, you lie on your bed wrapped in a fluffy, white towel, contemplating your next move.

You were home alone and with a family this big that hardly ever happens. You do what any person would do after having the day you had.

You smile to yourself, undoing the knot on your towel and falling back onto your pillows, hands already caressing your breasts.

You’re a Christian not a robot. Of course you masturbate. Sure you feel ashamed. You can hear your mother’s voice chide about how sinful it is but that all melts away when your little fingers slide between your wet folds. Shame can wait.

Being the menace in your life that he is, the eldest Todoroki chose that exact moment to barge into your room unannounced.

You scramble for your covers trying your best to preserve some modesty but it’s too late, you’ve been caught. You shriek in terror.

“Oh my god!” Dabi practically cackles.

“Dabi! It’s not what it looks like I swear.”

“Oh really?” He stalks over to your bed with the predatory grin on his face. “Because to me it looks like my innocent, holier than though baby sister is a nasty, little, closet pervert.” He’s now straddling you over your covers, you want to fight him off but that would mean letting go over your duvet and you know once you do that, it’s over. Dabi has the upper hand though. Soon he’s got both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned above your head. His other hand, almost immediately, is pulling the down the covers, revealing your naked torso to him. “Huh.’ He muses as he palms one of your breasts. “Seems like it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Dabi! Get off me!” You squirm under him but he’s too heavy so it’s no use.

“Nice tits Sis.” Dabi ignores your protests. “I don’t get why you keep them hidden.”

“I’m not your sister you creep!” you say with as much venom as you can muster.

“Aw princess,” he pouts and moves his hand up to cup your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly “it hurts your Nii-san’s feelings when you talk to him like that. I wonder what our parents would think. Should I tell them how filthy their sweet, little daughter really is?”

He revels in the fear in your eyes. You shake your head frantically. “No Dabi please! Please don’t tell them.” You whimper, words garbled.

“Don’t tell them what little sister? What were you doing?” He smirks. His hand goes back to your breast, this time to tweak your nipple.

The sadistic freak. Was he really going to make you say it? He answers your silent question with a sharp smack to your breast.

“I-I was masturbating.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“No, you weren’t”  he says as a matter of fact before pinching your already stiff nipple making your eyes shoot open and you yelp in pain. “You were playing with your little virgin cunt. Now say it.”

There is no way you could say those words. Has he not humiliated you enough? You try once again to break free but he’s got an iron grip on your wrists and he’s sitting on top of your thighs. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.

He pinches you again but harder this time, twisting your nipple and keeping it there.

“I was ah­ I was playing with my v-v-irgin c- Dabi! Cunt! There I said it! Let go!”

He snickers at your pain but let’s go of you entirely, shifting his weight off of you. You’re grateful for the reprieve, immediately pulling up the covers to cover up your body again. You will yourself not to cry until Dabi has left the room or else you’ll never hear the end of it. But he’s not finished with you yet.

“Show me.” He sits down on your desk chair facing you, his legs spread wide.

“What?” Surely you misheard him.

“Show your Nii-san how you play with that ‘little virgin cunt’” He smiles using air quotations.

“Dabi, this is wrong-“ you whimper

“Touya-nii.” You furrow your brows in confusion and he says again. “Call me Touya-nii. I’m not leaving this room until I see what I want.”

Say what you want about Dabi but he’s a man of his word. You know he means what he says. The last thing you want is for anyone in your family to come home and find you naked in your room with your step-brother. It’s just better to do what he asks demands.

You slowly peel the covers off you, exposing your naked body to your step brother. He’s eyeing you intently, palming the growing bulge under his jeans. His sister was hiding such a hot little body, right under his roof and he had no idea. You can’t bear to look at him. You clamp your thighs shut to hide your pussy from him, a weak attempt to save what’s left of your dignity. You wriggle your hand in between your legs and you try to move it as best you can without showing him more of you.

Wait.

You’re wet?

You’re wet.

Well screw dignity I guess.

“Oh none of that.” Touya scoffs. “Spread your legs.”

You obey him and he rewards you with a low whistle. “What a cute little pussy.” He murmurs so low you’re not even sure he’s talking to you. You flinch, wanting to close your legs on instinct but a firm “Don’t” from Dabi stops you in your tracks. “Show me how my little sister likes to play.”

His words make your pussy throb but you’re still reeling, both physically and mentally at, the shock from your current position so when your fingers try to rub circles on your clit, they’re shaky and sloppy.

“That’s pathetic. Is this how you do it? No wonder you’re so uptight, you probably never cum huh? Put your fingers inside, I wanna see you stretch your little hole.”

“Dabi I-“

“I won’t ask you to address me properly again. Next time, you’re getting your ass beat.”

“T-Touya-nii. I’ve never… put them inside.” You mumble.

“Never?” He can’t hide the amusement in his voice.

You simply shake your head, unable to meet his gaze.

Fucking jackpot. He thinks.  This is why he loves virgins.

“Oh no. Does the poor baby want her Nii-san to show her how it’s done?” voice dripping with condescension.

You’re horribly ashamed. Disgusted by the whole situation. And yet you find yourself nodding.

Dabi crawls on to your bed, discarding his shirt in the process. Next thing he has you flipped over, ass in the air, lying across his lap.

He spanks you, hard. Like he always does, loud smack echoing through the room. You cry out like you always do but it’s different this time. It’s different because this time you’re naked, on top of him. It’s different because you can feel his hard-on poking into your stomach. It’s different because everything about the situation is making you clench.

He grips the sore, reddened flesh and pulls apart your cheeks to look right at your fluttering hole. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to rub slow circles into it. “I meant what said you know. This is the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.” You let out a whine as you feel his warm, wet spit land right on your opening, before Touya slides a long, slender middle finger into your tight pussy. He uses his other hand to hit you again. “You’re a good girl right? What do good girl’s say when they get compliments?”

Your head is spinning from his ministrations, so much so that a verbal response escapes you. You’re too busy bucking your hips against his hand. Dabi snaps you out of your trance with another spank, even harder, so your feel the sting spread across your glute. “Hnnghh… thank you Touya-nii.” He rewards you with his ring finger finding its way inside you as well. “Shit.” You say through gritted teeth. You clench around him trying to adjust to the foreign sensation.

Whack. This time on the other cheek, both burning red by now, you’re sure. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, naughty girl?” The way he’s moving his fingers inside you feels like he’s looking for something, you have no idea what. It’s not unpleasant but uncomfortable. You turn your head back to look at his face. It’s the same face he makes when he’s rolling a joint or playing video games with his friends. He’s concentrating. “Fuck, relax for me princess.” You’re trying. You’re really trying. You take a deep breath, trying to think about anything other than the way you’re being stretched.

Then it hits you. An overwhelming ecstasy, spreading from your groin, all the way down to your toes. You figure out that’s what he’s been looking for.

You find yourself grinding down onto his bulge in an attempt to escape the onslaught of his fingers, but it’s no use, not with the way his thumb is circling your throbbing clit.

“Can’t even take two fingers in this tiny pussy huh? How are you gonna take my cock?” Dabi gives you a third finger and the stretch is officially unbearable.

You can’t do anything but pant in his lap while he holds you down, making sure that you keep still. Suddenly, you realise the gravity of the circumstances you find yourself in. Your step brother is going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“God, please slow down!” You cry out. He keeps hitting that spot over and over. It’s too much. You look back at him with tears in your eyes, pleading for reprieve. The satisfied smile on his face lets you know that he couldn’t care less. You feel an orgasm building, stronger than any that you’ve given yourself.

“No God here, doll. Just the Almighty Dabi. And guess what? He wants you to come for him.”

Even before he finishes his sentence, you’re already convulsing on top of him. For a moment you forget how debauched the situation is. Being debased by a man who you not only despise but are related to. All feelings of shame are replaced by pure, hot bliss that sets your nerves on fire. Dabi does not relent. Not until the please you feel is eclipsed by the pain of oversensitivity and you’re writhing in futile attempt to escape.

Dabi pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his other hand around your neck, dragging you up to face him. He holds his fingers, covered in your cream, right in front of your face. “Messy slut. Clean them.”

Before you can respond the fingers press against your lips. You have no choice but to take them inside your mouth. He grips the back of your head while you lave your tongue over his fingers, sucking off your release. He’s keeps a tension on your strands that makes your scalp sting. It’s a silent warning to keep your eyes on him. You’ve caught on by now that he wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. As if coming on your step-brother’s fingers weren’t humiliating enough. He shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag around them drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.” He growls as he wipes his saliva covered fingers dry on your face. Again, you fight back the tears of embarrassment. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Dabi prompts you with cruel tug on your hair. “Gah! Th-thank you Touya-nii.” You whimper.

“Hmm.” His hands move to your hips and he rolls his hips to grind his hard cock into your core. “You want Nii-san to fuck you now?”

Your bottom lip quivers. Is he giving you an out? You pray to God that Dabi is giving you a way out of this. You doubt God cares about what you want right now but still, you hope he can grant you this one mercy, you’ll make it up to him somehow. You shake your head no. You probably look so pitiful right now, naked on top of Touya while he bucks up against you, your own spit streaked across your face, barely stopping the tears in your eyes from spilling.

“Liar.” He sneers. “You want your big brother to split that virgin hole right open.”

You’re stupid for thinking he would give you a way out. You realise that now. No point in trying not to cry. Nothing is gonna stop him from getting what he wants anyway. You can’t hold back the choked sobs anymore

“Such pretty tears, baby.” Dabi coos at you. “Don’t worry. Nii-san is gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He picks you up off of him and positions you exactly how he wants, on all fours, swollen cunt exposed for him. He kneels behind you and you hear the sounds of him undoing his jeans. You turn your head back, curiosity getting the better of you. Your eyes find Dabi just in time to see him free himself from his boxers, which join his jeans bunched at is knees. The sight makes your eyes go wide. It’s your first time seeing one in real life. Were they supposed to be that big? And… pierced?

He quirks a brow at you, smug look plastered on his face. He strokes himself in front of you, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft. He’s tilts it upwards to make sure you get a good look at the vertical barbell that goes through his tip and three horizontal, parallel bars along the underside. “You look scared. Don’t worry princess, Big brother Dabi’s gonna make it fit.” You feel his tip press against your opening and brace yourself.

You’ve heard stories from your friends. You know the first time hurts but God nothing could have prepared you for this .Touya makes good on his word, sliding his entirely until your pressed right against his pelvis. The scream you let out is ear shattering but you can’t help it, the stretch is excruciating. The way his piercings catch on your walls only, intensifies the burn. You crawl toward your headboard instinctively, it’s too much. Way too much.

He’s not having any of it. Dabi pulls you up to him with a hand wrapped around your throat until your back meets his front. “Shh shh shh. Don’t run baby. You’re gonna take all of it.” He groans right against your ear. Without giving you time to adjust, he begins to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You have no choice but to let him use you.

“Who’s fucking you huh? Who’s making you feel good?”

“My nii-san. Touya-nii is fucking me so good.”

“Yeah fuck. Love this holy pussy” He delivers a harsh smack directly on to your clit, making you quiver in his hold. He laughs at your reaction. “Gonna say a prayer for me babe? I wanna hear it.”

“Huh?” You’re barely lucid, there’s no way you heard him correctly.

“Well you’re a little sinner slut now. You should probably ask for forgiveness. Pray.”

You’re sure you’re beyond salvation now but you submit nonetheless. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your unfailing love; according to Your great compassion.” You gasp as he tightens his hand around your throat. “Against You, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight. Oh fuck Touya-nii!”

“Bad girl.” Dabi gives you another strike right on your aching clit. “Don’t think God is gonna be very happy with you.” Dabi is though. Dabi’s very happy with you. Your tight, gummy pussy sucks him back in every time he pulls back. It just makes him fuck you harder, he wants to make you scream louder for him.

“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Ngggghh Shit. Do not cast me from Your presence or take Your Holy Spirit from me.” You’re sobbing outright, gasping to get air into your constricted throat.

“You gonna cum? My bad girl gonna come for her big brother?” Dabi grunts into your ear.

“Yeah close Touya-nii.”

“Hmm me too.”

“NOT INSIDE TOUYA-NII” You begin to thrash in his arms.

“S’matter princess? Don’t wanna have your big brother’s babies? That’s hurtful.” He snickers. He releases your throat in favour of pressing you into the mattress, large hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Better cum before I do then.”

The ridges of his piercings rub up against that same sweet spot, over and over again. You’re dizzy from the lack of air and absolutely drunk with pleasure on his cock. Pretty much the only thing tethering you to this existence is the unforgiving grip he has on your ass, digging his nails into your flesh. He reaches his hand around to rub your sore, puffy clit. It pushes you over the edge a second time. You feel every muscle contract and relax as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, making you cry out in bliss.

As soon as you come down from your high, Dabi has you flipped on to your back and is straddling your torso. “Keep praying.” He mutters. He furrows his brows, huffing as he jerks off on top of you, eyes focused intently on your gold necklace.

“Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. Then will I teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will turn back to You. Amen”

“Yeah, fuck that’s it take it baby.” Dabi sprays his come over your chest, aiming his load right on your cross, a symbol of your devotion to Christ, defiled. He looks absolutely euphoric watching the ropes of his hot cum slowly run down onto your nipples and down the valley of your breasts

“Don’t you fucking move.” He pants, catching his breath. He picks up his phone and you hear his camera click. He looks at the picture and smiles. You look absolutely fucked out. Hair disheveled, face red and bloated from crying and completely covered in his load. Yeah a real good, Christian girl. He thinks.

“Dabi! No!” You lunge forward, trying to grab his phone from his hand. Almost effortlessly, Touya shoves you back onto the bed.

“Relax. No one’s gonna see it. Not unless you snitch to mommy and daddy.”

“You promise?” You grab the tissues from your nightstand and wipe yourself clean. The smell lingers though, along with the grimy feeling, seemingly embedded in your skin. You look up at him, sniffling, tears still rolling down your cheeks. If he were better person, he’d take pity on you for being so fucking stupid.

“Promise, little sis.” He shoots you a wink as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

Before he’s left your room he’s already sent the picture to his friend, Shigaraki.