#instead of fucking taking it out on people who had nothing to do with the egg getting hurt?

[juicebuck]

i saw a post earlier that i now can't find that talked about buck making assumptions about other people. particularly when it comes to eddie. and GOD. yeah. it's been rotating in my mind ever since. the way buck has assumed the worst about eddie on multiple occasions this season instead of talking to him. and i actually do think a lot of this is due to buck’s black and white, all or nothing thinking. and most recently, in 8x17, was exacerbated by the grief assessments. significantly this is something he does when he is Hurting. when his abandonment issues are triggered. this is clear in 8x09 and 10. where he's consistently implying that leaving LA means nothing to eddie. eddie's an "abandoner", who doesn't "know how to stay" and is leaving him "like it’s nothing" and this is, well. it's buck struggling with black and white thinking. unable to see any inbetween so coming to the worst possible conclusion about eddie and lashing out. and it's hurtful. that's an extremely hurtful thing for eddie to hear. that buck thinks eddie can so easily toss their friendship aside. that it's nothing to him. and then, same again in 8x17. buck assumes eddie (and everyone else too) is doing fine, an assumption based on Grief Assessments rather than actual conversation, and feels like he's the only one struggling, that no one needs him, that he’s been abandoned in his grief. buck literally says, "sorry i'm sad bobby's dead" and it's passive aggressive. it's implying eddie's Not sad, that he’s not grieving too. and it fucking Hurts eddie that buck would think that. that buck hasn't even—not just that he hasn't even asked. but hasn't even considered what it's been like for him. because he made another assumption instead of talking to him. and then, eddie opens up about it. about the guilt he feels about not having been there. and buck's response is "you don't think i did everything i could to save him?" and it's. God. it's painful to watch. because buck's still doing it. he's still making passive-aggressive assumptions instead of having a conversation. takes it as an accusation. when it's eddie starting to deflate and trying to actually talk about what it was like.

and i say all of this as someone who has a lot of experience being in buck's shoes in this situation. in assuming the worst in people when you're hurting. it's an extremely difficult mindset to break. and it's an extremely painful mindset to try and navigate life with. because your first instinct when you are hurt will always be that assumption. i have had so much therapy. but it's STILL my first instinct. i'm just able to challenge it better now. and i don't think that buck actually does believe what he is saying and what he is implying. he's just lashing out. because he's grieving and he's not in a space right now where he is able to challenge those assumptions and that black and white thinking. grief is a fucking horrible beast. you can have had all the therapy in the world and react like you haven't (i don't think buck has had all the therapy in the world but. a point he does make is that he's had enough therapy. he THINKS he's handling it in like, a healthy way. when he's not.)

and to be clear. this isn’t about making eddie the Right One in this situation either. they have both handled it all Badly. and they've clashed because they have both handled it badly in Different ways. ways that inevitably conflicted. and eddie gets mean directly. when he's hurt. buck gets mean by making assumptions with passive-aggressive implications (i.e. sorry i'm sad bobby's dead. implication: eddie's not) but eddie is more direct. he'll outright say it (i.e. making it all about you). but acting like those two things don't hold equal weight, acting like eddie is Wrong and buck is Right is genuinely fucking insane and a gross misunderstanding of the scene. the kitchen scene was so, so good. because it was such a raw expression of grief, and the conflicting ways people lash out at those they love when grieving. buck was lashing out just as much as eddie was. just because he didn't yell about it doesn't make it not true.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Dressed (Inappropriately)

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @Lizybeth104-MommaBatte on Tumblr. Dabi joined the League of Villains to kill his father and take down hero society. He did not think that before they even got started working towards those goals he would be dealing with his new boss being a fuckboy and being confronted by the thick cock that is always outlined in the thin sweatpants that he’s always wearing. 

Contents: Sexual harassment/Inappropriate Behavior, Masturbation, Ruined Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Hand Jobs, Facials, Cum Eating, Degradation, Humiliation, Anal Fingering, Puppy Play, Anal Sex, Undernegotiated Kink, Large Cock, Size Kink, Dehumanization, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Masochism, Penis Humiliation, Cumming In Pants, Creampie, BDSM.   

Word Count: 8,383

For as little as other people would like to believe it, Dabi is actually a creature of extreme restraint. Some might even argue that it is restraint to the point of repression, but he really doesn't have any other choice. Being that his quirk is so heavily reliant on his emotions, and that his quirk is so hazardous to his own body when he is using it, he needs to be able to control his emotions as strictly as he can so he doesn't burn himself out too soon. To that end, he usually tries very hard to make certain that he's not letting something fester inside of him unless he is actively using that as motivation to burn hotter and brighter for an upcoming fight. So he thinks he's, understandably, not very happy that he finds himself taking a lot of ice cold showers at the League of Villain's base as he is forced into cohabitation with an annoying fifteen year old and their far worse brat of a boss. 

Dabi lets the cool water run over his body, the chill taking out the heat from beneath his skin, as he tries to get himself under control. Toga is annoying. She's fifteen, she is new to villainy and to that end, she is on her own and away from her awful parents for the first time in her life. She is a little feral with wanting to do whatever she can within the limits of the League and right now those are fairly non-existent. Their debut job is going to be when they hit the UA summer camp in a couple of months, and when they're not actively at a planning or training session, she's free to come and go as she pleases, supplied with blood from the mad doctor's hospital, and with plenty of yen in her pocket as AFO pays them a retainer to keep them here and not snitching. Her room very quickly becomes a haven of cute things, the most heavily furnished room in the entire bar, and she is always giddy to show off the new clothes, phone charms, or stuffed animals that she picks up while she's out. She mostly entertains herself, but the fact that she's treating this like it's just a cool hangout spot makes him grind his teeth. 

But far, far worse than Toga is their stupid fucking brat of a boss who, with even less to do and with bullet wounds to heal, is mostly just lazing about the bar. And whenever his keeper is gone to do things for AFO, he goes from high-strung and always harping on them to actually do something to look like they aren't just taking up space, to doing nothing at all. No, actually, that's not true. What he's doing is pushing Dabi's sanity to the absolute breaking point because Tomura Shigaraki is a brat through and through. 

When Kurogiri and AFO leave them alone for long spans of time, they end up without anything to do, and while Toga shops and Dabi rests between additional arson gigs that he scrapes together for himself, Shigaraki does whatever he wants. Based on their first meeting, Dabi thought that would mean he was doing a fat load of nothing at all. But what Shigaraki does instead is have people over. The first time it happened, Dabi thought the guy with long lashes and a narrow waist had been another villain here to be recruited. And then Shigaraki had disappeared with him into his bedroom and the sounds that started reverberating through the entire base had very, very quickly alerted Dabi to the fact that, no. That was not at all what the man was there for. Dabi is so flabbergasted that Shigaraki even knows what sex is that he doesn't immediately bang on the wall between their rooms to get him to keep that guy from screaming about how good his cock is. It's completely bizarre that happened at all, but when he leaves his bedroom to go get something to eat, he's not expecting that he's decided to leave at the same time as the other two have finished up. Shigaraki is in nothing but a pair of gray sweats and has walked the other man to the door, and as Dabi steps behind the bar to go through that doorway into the kitchen, he sees how badly that guy is listing to the side, his face still flushed. When the door closes behind him, Dabi opens his mouth to say something to Shigaraki about the noise, his taste in men, something to belittle him because Dabi's been taking shots at him whenever he can manage it. But he doesn't get that far, nearly swallowing his tongue when, as Shigaraki turns, he sees the shadow of his cock moving beneath the pale fabric of his pants. The swing of him shows Dabi that he's not just a scrawny fuck, but that he's a scrawny fuck that has a god damn horse cock normally crammed into his skinny jeans, and that he definitely didn't think that underwear were necessary for him to walk his hook-up to the door. Dabi's heat spikes sharply and he goes into the kitchen without comment, abandoning his plan of having something substantial to eat, and instead grabbing a handful of crushed ice and shoving that behind his teeth so that he can try to get his temperature to lower as he tries to shake why that was so shocking to see. 

He tried very hard to put that incident out of his mind, but things only started to get worse after that. With Toga gone so much of the time, Shigaraki went to treating this place like a... bachelor pad for the most part. And that means having more people in and out whenever he feels like getting that massive dick wet, and wearing his pajamas around the place when he's not actively doing things for work. Which also means that Shigaraki is often wearing a pair of gray sweat pants. Ones that always make it so clear to Dabi that he's absolutely not wearing anything underneath. That highlight that his cock is thick and long, the fabric falling around him and showing the outline whenever he shifts. Dabi should not notice that as much as he has been. He shouldn't care at all, shouldn't find himself staring at him whenever he thinks he can get away with it, and shouldn't be having to go back upstairs to take a cold shower every time he does find his gaze lingering there. Shigaraki is a scrap of nearly nothing who only uses obnoxious nerd speak and who is the biggest brat that Dabi knows. He does not want to get up close and familiar with the massive cock that's swinging around under his pants. But he keeps ending up in the icy shower day after day, trying to will that to be true. 

Dabi turns off the water, letting himself shiver in the cold for a second. Thankfully, at this point, he's only taking the cold showers to deal with his quirk, but he is all too aware that burn under his skin will likely turn into something else if he doesn't make himself do this. That is even more disquieting because he absolutely should not be into his shitty boss that isn't anything but an asshole who he's using to get to his own goals. He just... hasn't had anyone in his bed for a while. Certainly not anyone with such a big cock. Definitely not anyone who has ever made him moan like the guys and girls who go into Shigaraki's room do. Dabi is tempted to turn the cold water back on as his temperature starts to creep higher again, but he knows that sound will travel all throughout the base and will definitely earn him attention that he doesn't want to have. So he gets out of the shower and dries off, pulling on his own sweats and a t-shirt, actually wearing boxer briefs so that no one is getting a good idea of what his cock looks like as he walks around, before he steps out into the hallway. He's not expecting to see Shigaraki moving down the hall towards his bedroom, that thick fucking cock swinging beneath the fabric and inviting Dabi's sanity to fray further. 

He's not expecting Duster to pause as he turns towards his door, his lips quirking up into the smallest smirk. "Must be the fire quirk that makes something that cold feel good." Dabi can't help tensing slightly. "Unless you don't actually like freezing your balls off and are doing it for...some other reason." He shrugs slightly, like he's not really all that interested in the answer or not as he opens his door and disappears inside of his room before Dabi can retaliate in any way, or find words to snap at the other for his bullshit. 

Bastard. Dabi should set his room on fire. He stomps his way back to his own room, shutting the door tight and trying to not wonder if that shadow gets even bigger when it's hard. 

///

Another week of freezing showers passes and Dabi is less than thrilled that they are getting... less effective. He usually goes inside and makes sure that his quirk and any ill-gotten arousal stay firmly tamped down, but even when he's freezing cold and shivering under the hail of the shower, he finds his mind putting far too much attention on Duster's massive fucking cock and his body starts to send blood between his own legs. His cock starts to harden despite the chill and Dabi wants to drown himself in the sink. He is not usually all that horny. His skin hurts intermittently, and sex can cause flare-ups of that pain because of how rigorous it can be, so he usually avoids it unless he's really jonesing. He also... doesn't usually end up fantasizing about the one being fucked. He likes sucking cock, and just the thought of how badly his jaw would hurt if he had his mouth around that thick, glorious cock has him biting his knuckles as he tries to will the forming erection away. But in general he usually prefers to top because it's easier on his body if he doesn't have to trust other people to know how to touch him when he is... fragile for the most part. But he hears how the people Shigaraki has been taking to bed howl when they have him inside. He sees the outline of him in those thin pants and knows that he would stretch his hole as well as he could stretch his jaw and Dabi finds himself hardening further as he tries not to let himself think about how good that might feel. He's not even into Duster. He is a jackass nerd whose brain has been absolutely poisoned by video games, and he doesn't want anything to do with that. He's just here to get whatever he can out of the League until he is on the right path to killing his father. It's not a complicated goal. He doesn't need to make it complicated by wanting to find out exactly how big his boss's cock is once it's hard and out of those sweats.

Dabi nearly jumps out of his skin when a knock comes against the bathroom door. Shigaraki's voice follows a split second later, saying, "Stop running up our water bill and masturbate like a normal person." 

"Fuck off, Duster!" Dabi snarls back, hating how his cock doesn't soften at all at the annoying sound of his voice, instead hardening more and making him really want to touch himself. He stays in the shower until he finally softens and avoids going downstairs until he thinks it's late enough that Shigaraki will be in his room for good.

He's right about Duster being locked up in his own place, but as he passes his bedroom, his ears burn as he hears the wet, deliberate sound of a hand pumping along a cock, and the soft tinny hum of porn through bad speakers. 

Dabi gives up on food yet again and ends up taking a bowl of ice shards back to his room to crunch through as he tries his damnedest to not give into the arousal that seems to be seeping into every inch of his mind. 

///

Shigaraki does not stop with his bullshit. He practically lives in the gray sweats when they're not working, and Dabi hates him for it. Especially when his doctor clears him to start working out again and he starts going down to the meager gym they have in the basement to do so. Dabi is down there most days. He has been surviving on so little for so long that he really needs to take the time he has with a roof over his head to try and get his body into better condition. His speed is still his most valuable trait, but agility and endurance training are helpful, and putting on a little extra muscle will also help him make certain that he's not getting completely burned through as fast as he might otherwise. So he makes sure he's eating well at base and training his body. And when Shigaraki is cleared to exercise again, he starts to do a similar routine as Dabi. Only he starts to do so wearing a new pair of sweats. Still gray, still loose enough for Dabi to see every inch of his fucking dick and balls whenever he starts to sweat as the fabric begins to cling to his skin. And he likes to use the machines that have him sitting, his legs spread on the bench as he tries to loosen the freshly healed muscles along his shoulder by stretching them and using the repetitive movements on a low weight to bring back some of their strength. On the machine that just so happens to be right across from the treadmill that Dabi spends most of his time on. Usually he props up his phone on the stand and just runs and reads, but he can't help the way that his eyes keep straying up and Dabi knows that Shigaraki's sweaty dick is disgusting. He is absolutely well-aware of that fact. Nothing in the world could convince him that Shigaraki isn't actually disgusting in general. But every time he glances away from his book and sees the outline of him, some stupid lizard part of his brain can't help imagining what it would be like to be disgusting as he is pinned to the sparring mats on the other side of the room as Shigaraki takes his hot, sweaty cock and pushes it between Dabi's ass, rubbing against his hole as he holds him in place with his deadly hands as he chases his own completion until Dabi's skin is absolutely filthy with his cum cooling against his skin, his own cock achingly hard and pressed to the ground. He lowers cycles slowly until he can grab his phone and hop off of the treadmill, turning to head back upstairs to wash away the sweat and arousal from his skin, trying to ignore the fact that even in the fantasies that are lingering in the back of his mind, he doesn't believe that Shigaraki would actually let him get off. If the snide comment of, 

"I'd tell you to save me some hot water, but I don't think I'm really going to have to worry about that with you," didn't spell out exactly how little he respects Dabi's pride, then the fact that his deciding to head upstairs immediately has Shigaraki going to do a different exercise so his cock isn't on display for Dabi anymore would have made it more than blatant. 

He wants to set the other man on fire. He wants to snarl at him and say something about how he's been mocking his arousal, but that would mean having to own up to it out loud. He can pretend that he still has a scrap of his dignity left if he never admits to Shigaraki how badly he wants him. He is smoking by the time he gets upstairs, and even though he cranks the water as cold as it can go, it doesn't stop his cock from being so achingly hard with the thought of being treated that poorly beneath the other man that he ends up having to put his hand around his aching cock and stroke himself until he's right about to cum--

And then there's a fresh, banging knock against the door that scares away his orgasm as Shigaraki informs him, "Hurry up, my teacher wants us to have a check-in in twenty and I want to shower too." 

Dabi is used to having to try to keep a tight hold on his emotions, but he doesn't know if he's ever wanted to burst into tears more as his erection flags without letting him find the relief that he knows still won't satisfy him as much as Shigaraki's cock in his throat or up his ass would.

///

Dabi is going to lose his mind. He's already losing it in inches, he thinks, but he's absolutely going to go insane if he isn't given some kind of relief from the torment that Shigaraki has been putting him through for the past few weeks. He starts to spend more time away from base, trying to avoid the source of his frustration, and that does help a little. Except for the fact that now that both he and Toga leave for longer periods of time, Shigaraki seems to have gotten even worse, because when Dabi comes back after two days away, he walks into the bar and immediately wants to turn around and walk right back out or set Shigaraki on fire because he's laying on the couch, texting someone, and the first thing he sees on the screen is some girl's entire pussy that she's set to him. He can't read the speech bubble that is below it, but he sees Shig reaching for the waistband of his sweats and realizes exactly what's about to happen. And he explodes, 

"Are you seriously taking a fucking dick pic in the goddamn living room?!" His quirk goes so high that he thinks that he might actually ignite as Shigaraki tilts his head back against the arm rest to look over at him as the bar door falls shut. 

"Why not? I didn't realize that I already had a captive audience." Dabi is going to kill him. He's going to murder him dead, and then he's going to kill himself too.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snarls, his hands tightening into fists at his side hard enough that it's starting to put an awful strain against his seams."Just because you're used to living alone and fucking around whenever you want doesn't mean you can just-- do this!" 

Shigaraki sets his phone aside and sits up, his legs still splayed wide so that Dabi can see every crease and shadow of the fabric that is outlining his cock, arm against the back of the couch as he watches Dabi with a cool self-assuredness that makes his skin boil. "And what am I doing, Dabi? Wearing comfortable clothes? Fucking people in the privacy of my own room when I feel like it? Sexting a friend when in a common area when I thought I was alone and didn't think that would change since you've been avoiding coming home until well after three to avoid seeing me? I had no reason to think that would change tonight." Dabi opens his mouth. He intends to tell him that it doesn't matter if he thought that he was coming home or not, he still shouldn't have been doing that in a common area. But Shigaraki goes on before he can say a word. "Maybe we should talk about what you've been doing lately. I mean, you can't seem to keep your eyes off of me, especially my dick. You're running up the water bill going to take a cold shower every time you start to get excited, leering at me like I haven't noticed how hungry those desperate eyes are. It would be cute if it weren't so pathetic that you're clearly so desperate to be gagged on my cock, baby boy. Have you never been touched before, or are you just so repressed that you can't imagine just asking for me to give you what you so clearly want?" 

And Dabi hates the both of them all the more when his face starts to heat with a blush, his skin so warm now that he does immediately want to run to get into the shower and avoid the rest of this uncomfortable conversation. 

When he doesn't manage to choke out any kind of retort, one of Shigaraki's hands moves down his chest, over his flat stomach to the low-slung waistband of his pants that is already showing Dabi the v of his hips. But his hand goes lower and Dabi fucking whimpers when he watches the other man cup his cock against his palm, one finger raised to keep his quirk at bay, making him all the more defined for him to see. He strokes himself through the fabric and Dabi knows that he should hurl a fireball at him or snarl and turn around, stomp out the door, and find some other evil organization that won't have the bratty leader sexually harassing him all of the time. But he stays rooted to the spot, watching as Shigaraki's hand moves over his cock lazily, stroking himself through his pants like there isn't any reason that he should stop. 

"You can go upstairs and try to freeze your nuts off, or you can come over here and get on your knees like a good boy, and I'll think about giving you what you actually want."

Go upstairs. Set him on fire. Leave. Each option lights up his brain, trying to spur him into any other action than what his shaky legs manage to do as he walks over to the narrow space between the coffee table and the couch. His throat tightens, his mouth watering as he sees the stimulation starting to make Shigaraki's cock harden, making him even bigger against his palm as he begins to tent the sweatpants properly. 

"I said on your knees, Dabi." He says coolly, haughty. The kind of tone that normally makes Dabi throw punches but that instead has him tasting smoke in the back of his throat this time as he drops to the hard floor so that he's kneeling between the bastard's legs, his mouth watering as he can't keep looking him in the eyes, instead feeling them drift involuntarily lower, until he's staring at his cock as Duster gives himself another stroke before he reaches to the waistband of the sweats instead. Dabi's breath catches in the back of his throat as he watches Tomura roll his hips up, pulling the waistband lower as he reaches inside with his other hand, taking himself out of the confines of his pants and finally letting Dabi see the cock that has been haunting him for the past several weeks. 

Shigaraki is bigger than he looked in his pants, though Dabi wonders if that's just because his skin is starting to flush with his arousal, and if he was somehow already well-endowed and also a grower. The winding veins along his length and the way that his fingers just touch around his base only makes Dabi's mouth water more as he takes him in. Duster lets go of himself and doesn't hesitate to reach out and catch Dabi by his chin with four fingers, making sure that the hold is tight enough that he can't pull away without tugging at his staples as he tilts his head up so that Dabi is forced to look away from his thick cock and has to meet his eyes again. He looks entirely too self satisfied, and Dabi wants to burn him, bite him, do something, but he's already given up every shred of his dignity by getting between his legs. 

"Let's be clear, baby: I'm not going to stop unless you tell me, or you tap out.” He taps three fingers against the couch to make his point clear. "It doesn't matter if you're begging, sobbing, or bleeding. You say stop or you tap out, or I'm just going to keep using you. Afterall, that's all you really want, isn't it? You've spent the past five weeks imagining how good it would be to be absolutely ruined by me, now you're going to get that. Understand?" 

Dabi's throat is so thick that he doesn't think that he can talk, but the grip is too tight for him to nod, so he barely manages to croak, "Yes." 

"'Sir'." He corrects him and waits expectantly. 

Humiliation beyond the word rolls through him as Dabi adds, "Yes, sir," in the hope of just being able to stop talking anymore as Shigaraki stuffs his cock into his mouth. 

But that's not what he gets as the other man instead takes his three fingers, dragging them over his cheek and pressing them against Dabi's lips. "I didn't expect you to be so easily trained after all of that." Shigaraki's voice is cruel with its amusement the way that it has been every time he's spoken to him out of earshot of his keeper or teacher. "But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that someone as pathetic as you just wants a firm hand to decide what he deserves to have. Now open wide and drool like a good dog." 

He should bite him. He should snap his teeth as deeply into Shigaraki's skin as he can and not let go until the other man turns him to dust. But instead his mouth falls open with a moan and his tongue immediately seeks out the other's skin. He can't help it. He just wants to show Duster that he can be good enough with his tongue so that the other man will replace his fingers with his cock. 

Dabi licks at his skin, not sure if his body is so hot, or if it's Shigaraki's skin that is so cool that he notices the temperature change so abruptly. But he doesn't care as he tastes his skin, licking against fingers that could shatter him into pieces if he wanted to. He moves his tongue across the pads of his fingers, making sure that he's coating them in his saliva, between them, every inch as he catches his fingers on the edge of the couch between Shigaraki's legs so that he can tilt his head back and push into his hand like he's trying to get his cock deep in his throat. He does take his fingers further back, Shigaraki pushing them in like he's testing to see how hard he can push his gag reflex, but Dabi doesn't have that anymore, and he just moans weakly as he stretches open his jaw.

"What a shameless mutt for how desperately you've been trying to hide how badly you wanted to be right here." Shig makes sure his fingers are plenty wet and then he takes them out of Dabi's mouth. He's already panting lightly, and he doesn't care about the words beyond how they make a hot squirming shame take root inside of his gut, because he's too busy letting his mouth open wider and leaning to try to get Shigaraki's erect cock inside of him. He wants to taste his skin, his cum. He wants to make his jaw go numb from being stretched and for him to have to replace his staples from how roughly Shigaraki has fucked his face. 

The slap that blooms pain across the side of his cheek startles him so badly that he yelps as he realizes that his head has been forced to the side. Dabi blinks, the ache sharp as he looks back up at Shigaraki who is taking his wet hand and has reached back to his own cock, smearing Dabi's spit along himself so that he can curl for fingers around his length and begin to stroke. 

"I didn't give you permission to lick my cock, mutt." He tells him cruelly, his expression still so self-assured and haughty as his hand moves languidly. "You're going to kneel right there and drool like the needy little dog you are until I decide that you've earned anything else. After all, how many times have you gone running to the shower and touched yourself thinking about how much you wanted to have my cock? I think it's only fair that I get to watch you fall apart for a little while." 

"Yes, sir." The words are even rougher than they were the first time, his spit-slicked lips and the ache in his cheek making him dizzy with his arousal. He didn't know that he could like being hit like that, but his own cock is starting to strain against his tight, dark jeans as he kneels at the edge of the couch, watching as Shigaraki starts to stroke himself, his fingers practiced and deliberate as he does so. Dabi doesn't think that he's ever thought that watching someone else masturbate was particularly hot. It's definitely not a category of porn that he's ever gone to to find any amount of gratification, but having to look up at Shigaraki as he sits beneath him with his mouth hanging open, his tongue out, face stinging, and smoke trailing out of his throat, shows him just how much this is working for him now. Dabi certainly doesn't think he's ever been this hard this quickly in his life and he's whimpering again when Duster reaches lower and strokes his balls too, rolling the weight of them in his palm so that Dabi has to take in just how big every part of him is even though he is so thin everywhere else. He can't help imagining how awful, how demeaning, how perfect he would feel if Shigaraki bent him back over the coffee table and shoved into his throat from that angle, letting his balls slap against his face as he fucked his throat, and he lets out another strained whimper as his prick twitches in his pants. 

He takes his hand from the edge of the couch to reach for himself, and Shigaraki's other hand lashes out like a snake has been laying in wait to strike. Four fingers knot in Dabi's hair and he lets out a louder moan, stars bursting behind his eyes as Shigaraki yanks at his follicles roughly. "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, dog." He says, his voice harder and crueler for a moment. Dabi's scalp hurts, his cheek, and every throb of pain along his veins makes him all the more aware of how his arousal is pressing hard against the front of his jeans and the rough, sharp texture of the zipper of his pants even through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. He whimpers, ready to apologize, ready to beg if it means that he'll be allowed to do so. But Shigaraki goes on instead of giving him a chance to speak, "But if you can bark like a good puppy, then your master will let you relieve some of that pressure and open your pants." 

Dabi's head swirls. He has always had to try and control his emotions to keep from overheating, to keep from igniting, but right now he is nearly as out of control as he was when he burned. His whole head feels like it's swimming through his quirk-soaked veins as his arousal sends it so, so hot. He didn't know that he could set on fire not from anger or despair, but from humiliation as it somehow makes his arousal sharper and more all-consuming than it ever has been in his life. He didn't know that he could want it all so badly, but he doesn't hesitate to let out a meager, 

"Arf," as he watches Duster keep stroking his cock with his other hand. 

To scorn him a second time, the other man laughs when he does as he's told. "God, you really are nothing but a pathetic little mutt. Not a scrap of a backbone, hm?" He mocks, "Oh you're lucky that I'm here to train you puppy, or you would just have spent your life in cold showers and humping your pillows. You can open your pants, dog, but if you touch yourself, I'm going to have to kick my puppy while he's down." Duster makes certain that there's no mistaking his threat by shifting to press his sock-covered toes against Dabi's cock, and he nearly loses it, having to bite his lip hard and clutch onto the couch to keep from bucking his hips up into the touch, desperate to have friction against himself. That only gets the other man laughing again, taking his foot away as he reiterates, "Humping pillows, legs, anything you could get if someone didn't teach you where you belong. Open." 

Dabi's hands fumble down to his pants, his fingers shaking with his arousal he wants it so badly as he unthreads his belt and tugs his button and zipper open. He shifts so that he can make sure that the fabric is pulled open and away from his aching prick, his erection immediately straining the pale blue of his boxer briefs. 

"Good boy." Shigaraki tells him, "Keep your mouth open, doggy." He leans back against the couch, his hand moving over his own cock more rapidly. His expression is so unmoved that Dabi doesn't know if he would have even guessed that he was masturbating if he'd walked in on him with the couch blocking his view. "I want to see if you make a puddle from your tongue or your pathetic little cock first." 

Dabi whimpers, his mouth falling open again and a drop of spit almost immediately slipping off his tongue as he lets it loll out across his chin. His head is too hot. His body is too hot. He's burned up any scrap of sense and sanity left in his body. 

It takes another agonizing few minutes of watching Shigaraki stroking himself before his flushed head starts to leak pre that he smears along his length with every stroke, his grip tightening and the movements coming faster. His raised finger never wavers and neither does the stare that Dabi can feel burrowing into his skin, but he can't take his eyes off of that gorgeous, monstrous cock that is centimeters from his face, but that he's not being allowed to put in his mouth. He wants it, needs it, but it's denied to him again and again each time Shigaraki strokes himself instead of pushing into his mouth that is drooling badly as he waits to be made full the way that he wants. 

The hand in his hair stays tight, the constant pressure against his scalp mingling pleasure and pain across his nerves that only makes his need higher beneath his skin, and allowing Duster to easily bring his face even closer. He holds Dabi still, his tongue hovering so close to his head, and when his mouth waters this time, his saliva drools off his tongue and drips onto Sir's cock. It wets his palm further and as he smears it along himself, he starts to pump his cock faster. 

When the other's breath hitches, his rhythm falters, Dabi whimpers, and a second later he's rewarded when his cum streaks from his cock, painting stripes of it over his features. It coats his cheeks, his nose, and of course falls over his open mouth and tongue, the salty, bitter fluid staining his form as he's reduced to nothing in the wake of the other finding his own pleasure. He shouldn't, Dabi knows that if anything, he should be disgusted, angry that he's been treated like this, but watching Shigaraki's head fall back, feeling his fingers in his hair as his cum stripes his face, it makes Dabi whimper as his own cock twitches inside of his pants as... his pleasure overtakes him too, spurred on by the humiliation that the other man has put him through. He moans and whimpers and when there is nothing left inside of him, he feels Tomura petting his hair again. 

"Was that really all it takes for you, puppy?" There's mockery in his voice again as Dabi blinks up at him, swallowing away his release before his tongue flicks out to catch more of it from his lips. "And here I thought my needy mutt would need to be filled--"

Dabi doesn't even wait for him to finish speaking before he's barking weakly to show that is exactly what he wants. Sir laughs at him again, but he pets his hair. 

"We'll see if you've earned that. For now, let's put that tongue to better use." And after all of that, after how badly Dabi has wanted to have Sir's cock in his mouth, it's only now that he pulls him forward. Dabi whimpers as he's finally able to run his tongue along his length. He's soft, but it doesn't matter. His skin is wet with his pre and cum and Dabi knows that he is supposed to clean all of it away as he moves his mouth along the length of him. He sucks and licks, swallowing down every bitter streak eagerly as Shigaraki watches him unwaveringly. Dabi isn't sure if he should like this so much, but he can't make himself hate it either. He just wants to be a good dog for Sir and earn what he wants so badly as his own cum dries in his underwear. 

It takes long enough that his jaw is starting to ache and Sir's cock doesn't taste like anything other than skin, but eventually, Tomura starts to harden again. Dabi sinks him deeper into his mouth, tempted to have him here instead. But he doesn't get to choose that and the fingers in his hair tug on it lightly and make him pull him out. 

"Alright, mutt, on the couch, present yourself like a good bitch." 

Dabi scrambles to comply with his shaky limbs, getting onto the couch, reaching to his waistband. Sir bats his hands away and one moves to the front of his pants, wrapping four fingers around his crotch and letting him feel how his arousal is starting to swell again and the cool damp patch he's left on his underwear from how good it felt to be degraded and used the first time. Shigaraki chuckles again, but he doesn't linger for long enough to give him the pleasure he wants there as he pulls his hand away before Dabi can try to grind himself into that deadly palm that could bring him ruin. He leaves his underwear over his crotch as he pulls it down in the back to expose his ass. 

"Can't have you making such a big mess all over the couch, puppy." Sir tells him as Dabi hears him rustle with something before there's a soft tearing sound. He's not expecting it when icy lube gets dribbled over his hole, but the chill and the fluid is a welcome surprise that makes him keen with his humiliation. How long was Sir planning on having him like this to have that in his pocket? Did he know from the first time he wore around those low-slung pants that Dabi would be falling apart just looking at him? 

He doesn't get a chance to make much more sense of Sir's intention beyond that because his fingers are spreading that lube. They smear it around his hole, making his nerves tingle and ache, and then answering that awakening sensation by pressing the first one into his body abruptly. He does it roughly enough to make sure that his muscles burn and Dabi knows immediately that he meant to do so, that he wants it to hurt enough to make certain that Dabi knows that he isn't anything but the most convenient hole that he has available to him right now. 

The humiliation and need that are curling through him has more smoke trickling out of Dabi's seams and moans spilling out of his lips. He didn't know that he could feel so small, so pathetic, so worthless, and not want to die or kill the person who made him into that.He is falling apart but he likes it as it burns through him while Sir pressing in a second, third, fourth finger to make sure that he's spread wide enough that he'll actually be able to take the long, thick cock that he's about to get after weeks of longing for it. Shigaraki gives him another few thrusts of his fingers to ready him, and then he takes them out. 

"Are you ready, puppy?" His dry hand runs up his back, over the shirt that is sticking to Dabi's skin as he sweats. Death asking him if he wants to continue the dance he was lured into seeking out, and Dabi can't do anything now but follow his lead further. 

He barks again, whimpering at the end as he dips his shoulders as low as he can go like he really isn't anything but a needy animal as he pushes his ass back so that Sir will fill him up the way he's been craving for days now. He needs it. He wants it. He hasn't wanted something like this so badly in all of his life. 

Tomura tangles his hand back into his hair as he starts to push his cock inside his eager body. Stars explode behind Dabi's eyes as he feels the stretch of his head as it pushes in. He knew, he knew that his cock was big. Of course he knew that. It's the reason that he ended up here in the first place. But he can't help how feeling that pushing inside of him shatters any remaining shard of sanity that he had in his mind. He can't help how this all makes him feel like he might fall apart entirely as the other man groans softly as he feels how tightly Dabi's insides cling to him too as he makes room for himself in his body. Dabi is choking on smoke and embers as his eyes begin to prickle with tears, like that's the only way beyond igniting for his body to make sense of what exactly he is feeling as this comes for him. 

Pleasure doesn't seem like a strong enough word to describe how all consuming this feeling is as he's filled. As Sir holds his hair tight and brings their hips together so roughly that the slap of their skin splits the air almost louder than the moan that comes from Dabi and echoes against the walls, Dabi knows that he wouldn't have even been able to imagine being fucked so thoroughly as he is now. That even knowing how large Shigaraki's cock was beneath those sweats, that his imagination couldn't have ever conjured this because he isn't even capable of dreaming of something feeling as good as this does. Sir groans lowly as he is seated fully inside of Dabi's body, and he isn't sure which one of them is trembling, but every muscle in his body is tense as he tries so hard to not combust. 

"Fuck, you're so tight, puppy." The words might as well be the greatest compliment that he's ever gotten from how they sing through his body and make him mewl as his prick drools fresh pre into his underwear. 

Sir doesn't tease him much more after that, instead starting to move inside of his body more surely, his hips fucking into Dabi's hard enough their skin is slapping together and he can feel his heavy balls hitting his ass as he moves. The hold on his hair twists when Dabi tries to rock back into him and he takes the message, instead  letting his body be used by the other like he's nothing but a toy. That shouldn't feel so good, none of this should feel so good, but Dabi can't stop himself from moaning as he goes over the edge again from how roughly he's being fucked, his insides aching like he'll be bruised from how large Sir's cock is as it pounds into him. 

Duster groans himself when it happens, surely feeling how it makes his muscles clench around him even more tightly, but he still keeps fucking him through that. He brings every thrust inside of him to one long note of overstimulation as it stings and screams across Dabi's spent nerves. He goes until Dabi is crying bloody tears into his arm as his body is used so thoroughly and he still doesn't ask to stop. He should be used. For Sir's pleasure, because he's nothing but a worthless drooling dog who spent so long wanting this and fighting that desire every step of the way when he could have had this so, so much sooner. He could have, could have, could have. Now he does, and he keeps it for an agonizing eternity until Shigaraki pushes in one more time and Dabi is moaning as his insides are forced even wider from the cool splash of his cum flooding his hole.

His head is very hazy when Shigaraki uses his hair to tug him back up, reaching to pull his pants back up over his hips as well. He looks at him, his searching red eyes the same color as the bloody tears that are drying on Dabi's cheeks. He doesn't say anything, but when he makes Dabi get up from the couch, his legs are unsteady and shaking beneath him. He whimpers, feeling the mess in his pants, the cum smeared all over his soft cock and the trickle of it as it spills down the back of his thighs, but he makes his legs work the way that Sir wants them too. He is still very careful with his dangerous hands as he takes him up the steps and down the hall into the bathroom.

Sir turns on the shower and then turns back to him and starts to gently strip Dabi out of his clothes. He tries to help, but his limbs feel weak and uncoordinated as he does so. But eventually he is naked and Sir follows suit, tossing his clothes aside before he coaxes Dabi into the shower with him, holding him tight with his chest against Dabi's back, his lips pressing along the nape of his neck, as he lets the warm water of the shower run across his skin. Dabi hasn't had a shower that felt this good since he joined the League and he finds himself closing his eyes beneath the spray, letting his body sink into Sir's as it washes away all of the cum and smoke from his skin. 

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Shigaraki doesn't magically stop being an absolute dick after that. He just stops showing his off all the time. Instead of bringing people around to fuck or listening to porn loudly enough through the walls of his room so that Dabi is forced to confront the desire that was driving him insane, he only wears the sweat pants around when he wants Dabi to know that he feels like having him in his bed. And while he tries to resist the pull to go back, to let the other man treat him so terribly the way he had the first time, the way he had found he'd so enjoyed despite his thin tatters of sanity and good sense that he used to believe he still held onto, Dabi would go back, again and again. And after the third time, when he was still trying to catch his breath in the other's sheets, Sir had started talking about what they were doing, about how he wanted this to work so he was sure that he was never hurting him in a way that he didn't intend to. Dabi had barely been able to understand all of that, not having the experience that the other man clearly did with 'dynamics' like this, but doing his best so he wouldn't lose this. 

Tomura wants to hurt him, wants to make sure that he feels good, wants Dabi to know that he's nothing when he is laying under him-- but he doesn't want that hurt to linger for Dabi. He wants to be able to make him feel good as well. He wants him to know that he's doing all of that to bring him pleasure, and that when they're done with the hurting, he can just linger in that good place and trust Sir to make sure that he's okay in the aftermath. He wants Dabi to know that he won't be that broken creature who is useless outside of their 'play'. And Dabi takes in what he's being told, the control that Shigaraki is asking to have over him, and he lets go of it so quickly that it almost seems to make the more experienced man's head spin. Dabi has always struggled with controlling himself, his emotions, his quirk. He can't give up the last one, but the other two have caused such a strain on him over the past decade that he's more than happy to let someone else have that responsibility for a little while. And if that means he gets his relief on his knees, with his master's cock in his mouth or sunk deep in his hole, then Dabi is happy enough to have that and he doesn't need anything else. 

It is nice when Tomura starts to press kisses to his temples, his cheeks, his lips, when he's not wearing those gray sweatpants that always tell Dabi that it's time for them to play though.

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[theballadofthesunandthestars]

After reading SOTR, it was so refreshing and heartbreaking to read from the point of view of a character who loves so openly. Haymitch bleeds love everywhere he goes; not just for the obvious people like Lenore Dove, or Sid and Ma, but for everyone.

His complete and utter adoration of Lenore Dove? How her flaws, her recklessness and impulsiveness just makes him love her all the more. How he can’t always keep up with her, but he doesn’t resent her for it, just tries his best to and loves her when he can’t understand. The contrast between Snow wanting to control Lucy Gray, even going so far as to say that he wishes she was back in the Arena so he could know where she was, and Haymitch wanting nothing more for Lenore Dove than to be free, even trying to tell Lenore Dove to move on from him when he dies in the Arena.

The way Haymitch expresses such adoration for Hattie, how he admires her hard work and hugs her when she gives him his birthday gift. How he tries to protect her during the Interviews.

Haymitch’s love for his family; how he finds them annoying sometimes, but he loves them. He ruffles Sid’s hair and takes on the role of his father, how he lets Sid drag him out on a clear night to look up at the stars. He hugs his Ma and speaks of her with admiration for her work, even as he’s just as annoyed by her work ethic.

Louella McCoy, who crushed on Haymitch for a week, and it just endeared her to him, made him fiercely protective of her. He never looked down on her for being childish, and he did everything in his power to get justice for her.

Lou Lou, whom he despised at first, only to love her anyways. He didn’t even know her real name, didn’t know anything about her except that she was from Eleven and that she was recording what they were saying, but he loved her anyways because he can’t help it. It spills out of him. He protected her and tried to make her death quick, tried to get justice for what happened to her just as much as he did Louella.

Wyatt, Maysilee, and Effie are my favorite examples of how Haymitch sees the flaws in people, but loves them anyways, embraces them even. Wyatt Callow, who he started by resenting him for his father’s gambling practices, only to grow to love Wyatt for his quick wit, then to mourn him when he was killed on the first day. Maysilee Donner who was spoiled and mean in his eyes, yet he could still see her rebellious and determined nature, her kindness for the other Tributes as she wove their tokens, and he held her hand as she died, cementing her in his mind as his sister. Effie Trinket, who despite her Capitol upbringing, despite her parroting Capitol propaganda lines, Haymitch can’t help but notice her empathy and kindness, and she becomes the only one who can seem to care for him after his Games.

Every single Tribute that he adopted as his own, his flock of doves. He never once thought about winning over any of them, choosing instead to do everything in his power to protect them. He kept the fire running and made nightlights for the young Tributes who feared the dark. He tried to play it cool when meeting with Amphert, but when Amphert hugs him, he just drops the act and hugs him right back. He stayed with Wellie and helped to feed her the best he could, reassuring her the whole time and strategizing how he was going to make her the Victor. He blamed himself for every one of their deaths.

Fuck, even the rabbits in the Arena he becomes fond of. He viewed them as allies and felt guilty when he had to use them to determine what was poisoned.

Haymitch Abernathy loves hard and fast. And that’s what Snow took; his ability to love. He trapped Haymitch into the rascal persona he had put on for the Games. The message he sent with Lenore Dove and Ma and Sid and every single Tribute who Haymitch couldn’t save, was that he would kill anyone Haymitch loved. So he drove people away from him. Forced distance between him and the District Twelve tributes. I think that didn’t even stop him from loving them too, only to watch them killed in the Arena. A yearly reminder of that message.

I hope after the revolution, Haymitch felt free to love without fear again.

[takemeorleaveme]

Holy fuck!?! The Eddie hate and the Eddie slander is fucking ridiculous I have and will always be an Eddie defender. The way people baby buck pisses me the fuck off he is a grown ass man plain and simple. That argument needed to happen they needed to have it it was a grown ass argument about grief ok it needed to happen also Eddie isn’t abusive nor did buck flinch he grabbed buck’s shoulder like he has done so plenty of times before to get his point across buck was fine also eddie did not imply that buck didn’t do enough to save Bobby he was letting out his own grief about not being there and feeling guilty after Bobby saved his life but he wasn’t there to help save Bobby’s and buck made it about him not doing enough to save Bobby why? Because buck is also grieving and feels guilty hence what the whole argument stemmed from 2 grieving people who loved and respected somebody so much and now they have to learn to live without said person they are angry and hurt. People upset that Eddie didn’t apologize again but the man literally went the very next morning to pick up his son from the airport because “a dick was being mean to you” that was an apology that was a big one if you ask me because I don’t even feel like he had to apologize he did nothing wrong in the first place he just wanted buck to open up and the only way either of these guys know how is through anger and hurt and Eddie brought Tia Pepa over with Chris to cook because he knows what buck needs is family right now because he knows how important Bobby was to buck. LIKE FUCKING COMMON SENSE PEOPLE. The way people easily hate Eddie and take any characterization of his and makes it’s bad as a way to spew hate about him I don’t think your a real fan of the show nor do I think you even deserve to be a fan of buck at this point with how important Eddie is to buck. The man breathes wrong and here come the masses of people who love babying buck throwing hate around instead of actually watching what happened and comprehending why it’s so important not only to Eddie’s story and buck story but their story together.

[jinxbabys]

cw: sub-bottom vi. fem-top reader. mean dom reader. degradation. toxic relationship? strap-on referred to as cock. 1k words.

synopsis: after the breakup, vi realizes you’re the only one who can give her what she craves.

a/n: rewrite of one of my old fics!

since your breakup with vi, there’s been numerous rumors circulating around campus—stories of her charming girls with sweet, romantic dates, only to take them home and leave them thoroughly fucked. under normal circumstances, it might bother you. except you know vi, you know how tightly wound she gets, how unsatisfied she must be, because it’s clear none of those other girls have put in the effort to actually fuck vi. 

you haven’t heard a single whisper about any of them actually giving vi what she needs, stretching her out the way she craves, pressing their cocks deep inside her tight pussy. you imagine it must be eating her alive. vi’s always had a greedy hole—an orifice that’s bottomless and sweetly pathetic.

besides, you’ve seen them; the women she dates. they’re harmless, prudish, well-mannered, pretty in a conventional way. not one of them could fuck vi properly. they wouldn’t even know where to begin.

so it’s funny, actually—watching vi try to provoke you. the way she flaunts them like costume jewelry, hoping to catch your eye. but you offer nothing in return. no reaction, no flicker of interest or jealousy. there’s simply nothing there worth responding to.

which is why you aren’t surprised when vi appears at your doorstep a week later, shy like an abandoned pet. she’s blushing, trembling, her sea-glass eyes rimmed with guilt and some shadowy element of hope.

“can i help you, vi?” you ask, not unkindly, but with practiced indifference.

”i just—i feel bad about the way things ended between us,” she stammers, the lie crumbling on her tongue like wet sugar.

”mmm, you do?” your fingernails tsk-tsk against the doorframe. “okay then. will that be all, vi?”

when you begin to shut the door, vi thrusts her hand against the wood with a thud, face suddenly stricken with shame. “baby, wait i—fuck. i miss you, okay?” she reluctantly admits.

you smile. you already knew that.

that’s how vi ends up in your bed, silk sheets wrinkled like the petals of a crushed rose. her legs are held up to her chest and your strap is buried deep inside her cunt, pressing painfully against her cervix. it’s a fitting consequence for her betrayal—for being such a stubborn slut that she sought out pleasure in other people, instead of coming to you.

”you missed me, huh?” you murmur, thrusting sharply, your voice velvety with cruelty. “that’s funny. i heard you’ve been keeping pretty busy.”

the sight of her stretched open, pussy weeping around you, is so familiar that it nearly bores you. but no, there’s joy in it more than anything. the sadistic kind of joy one only feels when their favorite toy remembers its owner.

vi goes cross-eyed as you slam into her again, a noise halfway between a sob and a prayer tumbling from her open mouth. you touch her slit—just a trace—and she shivers, instinctive and pathetic.

“yes, yes—mmffuck!”

it’s comically obvious; no matter how many girls vi brought home, no matter how many times she tried to replace you, nothing could compare to this. the realization fills you with a sense of pride; a deep feeling of assurance that you are, in every way, irreplaceable.

”fuck, baby, your pussy’s a mess,” you murmur in astonishment. after all these months, how could you forget what a sloppy, wet hole she has? “bet none of those girls knew how to take care of this greedy little thing.”

vi shakes her head with something like reverence, her voice catching. “ahh, only y-you—it’s only ever been you—hunghh—i swear!“

you meanly grope vi’s breasts, admiring the way her fat tits jiggle. once upon a time, the sight of vi’s naked body might have stirred something possessive in you—jealousy, perhaps, at the thought of someone else witnessing her like this. but now, as you watch vi unravel beneath you, all you feel is a quiet, amused detachment. an urge to murmur something soft and cutting about how pathetic she is.

her legs tremble as she holds them back for you, muscular thighs quivering with exertion. her puffy cunt is laid bare, exposed to you without shame. she looks like an easy whore, like she’d crawl across glass if it meant getting filled by you again.

you know vi—know her body better than she does herself. she needs to be filled, used like she’s a worthless doll, stripped of all purpose except pleasuring you. she needs it hard and unyielding and constant. from the look on her face—wrecked and anguished—you were right to assume that nobody else came close to giving her what she craves.

“you just needed someone to fuck you right,” you coo. “someone who knows what a sick little baby you really are.”

“yes,” she gasps. “please—need it harder, fuck!”

you relish in how desperate she is for you. vi’s so cute when being fucked open; demanding everything from you, whilst unable to give anything back but cries and spasms. it makes you feel delirious—fuckdrunk, even. all you can hear is the wet percussion of your hips against hers, and her high, helpless mewls. you’re hitting all the right spots, striking cords deep inside her gummy walls that make her jolt with electricity. you’re fucking vi in a way no one else will ever be able to replicate.

"fuck, vi... you're so tight," you notice, stunned, but still relentlessly jackhammering your cock inside her.

her pussy is creaming around your strap, leaking down the curve of her ass. her body—that magnificent machine of muscle—is locked up tight, close to tipping over the edge. her abs twitch involuntarily, plump breasts bouncing, arms trembling as she attempts to hold her legs apart for you, and her thighs—those strong pillars—quake like leaves in a storm.

vi squeals suddenly, pressing her hand against the taut plane of your abdomen—a futile attempt to slow your unrelenting pace.

”i’m gonna—gonna—ohhh!” 

her eyes roll, those bright coins of consciousness swallowed by the dark. vi’s tongue spills from her mouth, silly and helpless. her thighs snap shut instinctively but you pry her open again, unwilling to let her escape the pleasure you’re giving her.

“come for me, vi,” you say. “who knows if i’ll ever want to fuck you again after this, so make it count.”

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[marisandini-chu-blog]

WOHOOOOO! I'M SO READY FOR TBHX EPISODE 6

Damn, I've met some really good mutuals along the way and had fun discussing so many wild ideas. I'm having a hard time keeping my thought straight for this and what to talk about. So let's focus instead on E-Soul and nobody else.

It had occured to me this week that just like how Nice's PV had been about Nuce, but the story about Lin Ling. E-Soul's PV had been about the OG and the story about Yang Chen. Which leaves 2 (or 1) identity still being questioned; the man trying to kill the OG and the man Lin Ling witness on the beach.

It also makes me wonder if even the person who saved Yang Chen was even OG E-Soul.

Anyway, Shang Chou is sus but that's not news to anyone. He's definitely an opportunist though, if he's anything more. Only time could tell.

I suppose Zero could only be hinted by his arc. (If Lin Ling has sprinkle of Hero X at the background. Maybe we get sprinkle of Zero too in E-Soul's arc)

Anyway, let's begin...

"It's not easy playing hero" Yeah, no shit, officer. Can't you see the bloody bruise on his face?

Shang Chou... your sus meter is rising with every word you said. Why the hell do you have excuses ready coming out of your mouth.

Of course you notice him NOW that he's popular. At least Xia Qing is concern for him and his life BEFORE he's popular

Xia Qing - i don't care if anybody says you're boring. You're a real one, and I will wish nothing but happiness for just being a good fucking person.

Ignore the people who only want to see Toxic Yaoi

LMAO, the awkwardness of using your fake account after knowing your real one

You know what? It's not everyday I get to watch the aftermath plot when a love interest knows your identity (mostly because they drawn out the secret for so long). This is refreshing in a way how two friends navigate their way after a change of dynamic.

Wait, does Xia Qing actually have a crush on him? I mean, she did personally invite him to a concert. Maybe it's less of 'I have a feeling it's you' as she claimed, and more 'I was hoping it was you'

That Boss is a real one. You've got an upstart celebrity of course you'll milk it!

AHAHAHAH YEAH I GET IT KIDS. GETTING INSTANT AFRO DOES LOOK FUN

...LH0, I see you. I know a fucking fanservice when I see one with those scarred abs. For that I say, "Thank you"

WAIT, HOLD ON! THAT'S THE OG E-SOUL?!

He's gotta be more than 50 years old, at least! How ripped is he?!

Ho. Ly. Shit.

Out of everything that this show would take me. Showing how new "brand" can overtake and overshadow the original or old brand to cater modern audience is so honsetly real. This is honestly hits HARD.

Because being the first X, E-Soul has significant impact to the community and the world for his contribution. The sacrifce he made to step up being the hero of the Worst Villain when nobody could. But because young people don't learn or can't understand what made previous generation a fan of his... it's not easy to gain traction then

Oh, no... Yang Chen might be devestated if his Hero started to hate him

OH NO! IS OG E-SOUL GONNA BE A BOOMER?!

YANG CHEN YOU FUCKER! SHE'S SENDING YOU THE SIGN!!!

IF YOU HAVE TIME LOOKING AT YOURSELF, THEN CONFESS COWARD!

Oh my God, so may things keep happening. A slander already coming for him?!

Well, there goes the theory of Shang Chao was behind the scene on that front.

Oh... no... not the trauma response...Yang Chen... honey...

YEAH!! XIA QING! Ohmygod she's such a good lawyer in this! I'm glad they dedicate a scene for her that give us a reason why Yang Chen would fall for her

Oh, Look. Enlighter... Anyway, good job on the assist Shang Chao

"If you can't (be honest with yourself), I won't stop and wait for you either." Xia Qing is SO REAL for this!!! LH0 I swear if you touch her!!!!

Oh, is Shang Chao secretly want to be a hero...

No....

NOOOOO!

LH0 THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT ABOUT NOT TOUCHING HER!

...

...I

*slowly stand and applaud*

You fucking got me, LH0

It's like he knew exactly his own reputation and decided to say, "Crime against woman? How dare you. I do crime against all gender. Thank you very much."

Not to mention, this really hits me how real this situation can be because I just recently read an article how whistleblowers of AI company were being assasinated becauee they have concrete proof and information of stealing intelectual property.

Like, even though I know that's a real thing that can happen. It didn't feel real until I read the article. How soulless company can be for the simple purpose of retaining power and money.

So for this scene to happen... it really felt like a tragedy.

But more so for Yang Chen because the possibility is... his Hero... or at least the company his hero work orchestrate this. Even if the OG wasn't behind the assasination, the fact of the matter is, the guy didn't try to intervene what his company was doing against Yang Chen.

That in a way...

The Hero who saved him...

Is also the Hero who tried to kill him...

God, this is better than Toxic Yaoi. I'm loving this!!!

[kaydensb]

I haven’t liked Eddie for a long time, I will admit that, but this has taken things to a whole new level of hatred for that character. The friendship and supposed brotherly relationship between Buck and Eddie has always been somewhat one-sided but this episode has escalated how toxic Eddie is towards Buck and I am well and truly done with his character.

He yet again has been invalidating Bucks feelings, but given that he is grieving someone who was like a dad to him and he was one of the last 2 people to see him alive, telling him he is making it all about him is particularly cruel. And considering Eddie’s complaint that Buck didn’t take a moment out of his shock and immense grief to ask about how it’s affecting him, how dare he claim that Buck always things about himself, talk about projection. Of course he is allowed to be grieving in whatever way works for him, how dare Eddie try to use Bucks grief and the way he’s been grieving as a weapon against him. Then to also have backed Buck into a corner with a very aggressive stance and go to hit him… fuck that. With friends like Eddie who the hell needs enemies. And as if that isn’t bad enough instead of apologising for his actions he gets in Chris and Pepa to basically sweep it under the carpet, that is so fucking emotionally manipulative.

I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised that Eddie has now gotten to the point he is willing to get physically violent towards Buck after how toxic he has been in the past. He has never had any development as a character and at this point, I think it’s clear he won’t ever have any character development so they might as well bin the character after this season ends and we can have someone new to watch each week, also an added bonus if the new person can actually act. Constantly having what are supposed to be emotional scenes be kind of shit because Ryan Guzman always just looks constipated instead of whatever emotion he is supposed to be doing got boring many seasons ago.

But aside from how bad Eddie has gotten, the thing that really bothers me is Ryan/Eddie Stans still defending this kind of behaviour, and some even portraying this toxic, manipulative and outright abusive behaviour as some kind of romantic thing. Please fuck off with that. There is nothing romantic about their relationship to start with, Eddie is canonically straight and that means he will never be in a relationship with any man let alone Buck. And even if that character had been either gay or bi, Buck would deserve so much better than that. But still buddies are determined to defend everything that Eddie does, but if you replace Buck with any of Eddies previous girlfriends would they still support it or do they really just support all abusive behaviour in general regardless of who the victim is.

Let’s go through some of Eddies previous toxic behaviour in no particular order (and I may have missed some);

Sleeping with his wife, but keeping her away from being allowed to see their son unless she just follows along with what he wants (which most of the time was just sex)

Joining an underground fight club and nearly killing a guy

Beats up some random bloke in a car par over a parking spot

Instead of going to see a therapist about his struggles he smashes up a room despite his son being in the house and how that would scare him (and then getting Buck to patch up the mess he made)

At the store during the lawsuit, Eddie again minimises and invalidates Bucks valid and appropriate feelings about being held back from work. And he does it in a way so deliberately humiliating for Buck. (One of his reasons being not having buck be able to see Chris, which let’s face it that’s all Buck has ever been to him, free and convenient childcare. And ironically, it’s him using Bucks struggles to make things about himself)

Throwing Bobbies past with the fire that killed his first family as well as so many other people against him as a weapon instead of accepting that bobby was just wanting to wait to make sure he was ready to come back to work.

Fucked a woman who was basically a clone of his dead wife without even stopping to think how that could traumatise Chris.

Treating his girlfriends as free and easy childcare solutions rather than respecting them beyond how they can be useful to him (particularly Ana)

Buddies like to pretend that Tommy is some evil abusive person and that Eddie would be a better partner for him, even though he is a straight man and he and buck will never be together in that way. But unlike Eddie, Tommy has never treated Buck like this. Instead let’s look at how Tommy treats Buck

 Let’s Buck take the lead so as not to pressure him, especially in the very beginning of their relationship.

 Takes care of him even if that means sleeping on an uncomfortable sofa all night just in case Buck needed something when he was injured.

He always shows up for buck, even if he’s on call or just finished a long shift.

The morning after they hooked up again, he took the time to go and get Buck some groceries and make him breakfast as a loving gesture, and at this point I am convinced that acts of service are Tommy’s love language.

If Tommy treated Buck the way Eddie has always treated him, they would suddenly see it for what it really is, but because it’s Eddie that is Toxic, Manipulative and abusive they gloss over it. In reality Tommy is everything they wish Eddie is but isn’t and that’s why there is so much forced hatred of Tommy.

Ideally this should be the point where Buck should realise that Eddie is never going to change and become a better person or a good friend. He needs to cut Eddie loose, Friends don’t treat people the way Eddie treats people and he absolutely deserves better friends, and it’s honestly long over due for Buck to stand up for himself and say enough is enough regarding the way Eddie treats him and other people around him.

Like I said earlier in the post, with “friends” like Eddie who the hell needs enemies.

[serpentface]

Question about Couya! Since she is a bastard what are the reasons about her being brought into the main family by her father. Was it genuine care for his child or a way to save face politically/socially? Is her birth mother alive? Do you think she would have had a better life growing up anywhere else?

This is in large part due to how cultural perceptions and legal punishment of adultery varies between male and female citizens, looped into the very strictly patrilineal kinship system.

By legal definition, the word for 'adultery' applies only to situations where a man has an affair with a married woman, or a married woman has an affair with any man. Other forms of affairs (eg a married man having an affair with an unmarried woman) are wrapped into a broader set of sexual misdemeanors and aren't often charged or punished in practice, and the punishments are comparatively minor (if an unwed woman's father pursues charges, the man in the affair is likely to just pay a fine). On a social level, extramaritial affairs in general are certainly not Approved of and seen as lowly and dishonorable, but the average response is significantly less harsh/more willing to entertain Nuance with men than with women.

In this society there's differentiated shades of bastardry depending on the contexts of the child's birth, as well as a distinction for 'nameless bastards' (has not been claimed by their biological father or maternal grandfather, or claimed in adoption).

a) A child born to an unmarried woman via an unmarried man: non-issue for father, potentially serious social harm for the woman (especially if she has never been married and expected virginal, much less severe as a widow or divorcee). The child will not be notably disadvantaged in of themselves (their status will depend more on whether they are claimed and thus provided the social security of a family patriarch), the father will experience no hard disadvantages in claiming them.

b) A child born to an unmarried woman via a married man: mild sexual misdemeanor for the father carrying levels of social shame, even more serious social harm for the woman (often framed as not just loose but a manipulative Seductress of a married man). The child might experience minor to moderate social disadvantages, the consequences of the father claiming them are purely social and will not typically be severe. (Couya is this)

c) A child born to a married woman via an unmarried or married man: both man and woman have committed a crime and can be severely punished. The biological father can technically claim the child but will be disincentivized from doing so. This is the form of bastardry most comparable to the conventional definition, in that it is heavily stigmatized and has effects on concerns of kinship and inheritance.

In addendum to this, if the adulterous wife's legal husband claims the child, this may be punishable if determined to be active concealment of adultery (which is also a crime), and has EXTREME social consequences either way. (Either you're a cuckold too stupid to notice that your wife has been skipping out on you, or you're a MEGAcuckold adultery-accessory willingly rearing another man's child after being horribly shamed by him).

(This is separate from adoption- a man who marries a woman with an unclaimed child after the fact (whether it was a product of adultery or just a general out of wedlock birth) and claims the child is an adoptive father, he is not concealing adultery or being cuckolded.)

A child born in an affair can be considered an heir to their biological fathers (descent and kinship is fully patrilineal and on a Basic level it doesn't matter who the mother is), and can very smoothly and legally be claimed when the affair was not considered criminal adultery. The concern on that front is social perception rather than material legal consequences or kinship issues.

Couya's birth mother was an unwed servant working as a housekeeper for her father Saizen, so the Crime of adultery did not take place. It would be considered a minor sexual misdemeanor, and the woman's father was not about to pursue charges against a nobleman who could Ruin him (and had also formally expressed that he would claim the child, which meant he would not be saddled with a nameless bastard granddaughter). So the concerns here were entirely social.

The affair might have started beforehand but the pregnancy that produced Couya occurred after his wife's third viable pregnancy ended in the premature birth of a underdeveloped boy deemed necessary to euthanize (and tbr would Not have survived either way). This was after Livya Haidamane had a couple early term miscarriages, two viable but very difficult pregnancies wherein one child was very weak and sickly for the first several years of life, and struggled to conceive every time. A lot of people are going to be at least a little sympathetic to a married man having an affair and claiming a bastard in this context. It's definitely ideal and practical to have more than two children, and his wife (while not outright infertile) clearly could not reliably bear healthy children. (The average response is going to be "Well he shouldn't have done it but like, I get it")

Couya being claimed by her father was a mix of genuine care and saving face. Initially it was MUCH more the latter than the former. Saizen made attempts to hide the servant's pregnancy and to keep his own wife out of sight during the late term (to prevent the baby appearing after his wife had been seen Extremely not pregnant). But there's some levels of care involved, he could very easily have fired the pregnant servant and had nothing to do with his bastard and she would have no recompense whatsoever. The choice to keep and claim the baby and ensure its entrance into the world bore as little social scrutiny as possible is an act of care for his own progeny.

This was Not an act of care for Couya's birth mother (beyond the fact that concealing her pregnancy would benefit her in hiding that she is not only Not a virgin prior to marriage but had a child). She probably would have been about 17-19 at the time and was fired a few months after giving birth, and most likely never saw Couya again after this point (if she did, it would most likely be in the context of seeing her as an adult Odonii in public and noting her to look Scarily familiar). She has an Okayish chance at still being alive, she'd be around 50 (and a person who survives the high infant mortality and birth casualty rates stands a good chance of hitting their 60s), though she could very well be a casualty of the drought+famine.

Whether or not Couya's life would have been better is kind of a mixed bag. She had an awful fucking childhood in large part because her adoptive mother Livya Haidamane hated her. (Livya was ultimately a pretty horrible person but not just like. An Evil Bitch. She had A Lot going on and Couya was a living breathing insult to her and reminder of like, every one of her dashed hopes and dreams). Couya is also autistic and presented very intense symptoms as a child in a society that is Not equipped for a mass-understanding and support of cognitive differences. But she still did have an immensely privileged life with profound physical/economic levels of security inaccessible to the vast majority of people in this region, including her birth mother. Saizen also actually Liked her and cared about her, he just wasn't a routine physical presence in any of his children's lives.

Had she been left with her biological mother, she would be in a very disadvantaged situation as a nameless bastard to an unwed mother. Her biological grandfather may or may not have been willing to claim her, and her mother would have great difficulties in finding a husband (which is ultimately necessary for the security of women in this society). I think her mother was a relatively kind person but not like, a perfect angel. She would probably have complicated feelings about her bastard daughter, especially one whose very existence materially disadvantages her and was very, very difficult as a child. So this probably would not have been a good situation for Couya either.

If you broaden the question to ANY other family completely divorced from the circumstances of her birth, yeah it definitely could have been better. But in her case it's like either "Life of grotesque socioeconomic privilege but in an abusive household" or "Life of profound socioeconomic disadvantages in a household that Probably wouldn't have been this abusive but certainly wouldn't be healthy". There wasn't really a good option for her.

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[mantisgodsdomain]

Anyways, to those who have been wondering what we've been doing during our impromptu Tumblr Vacation or whatever we're calling it, we've been trying to find a playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3 that is made by someone who doesn't annoy the shit out of us, and also tormenting Karlach Cliffgate (as you do)

[quilleth]

the extreme level of 0 fucks to give i feel about work lately is kind of problematic. but also...i give 0 fucks about it. just absolutely 0 motivation beyond the most bare minimum i can get away with doing and that's not even really motivation. that's just "i need to not be a complete bump on a log or i will get fired and we literally cannot afford to live if i do not have a job and also i would lose my admittedly very good healthcare that is covering therapy and medications and testing for my adhd, insomnia, and chronic fatigue." but like i don't care about it. i'm back in the office full time (i work remote during breaks) and i'm dreading it

[pa-pa-plasma]

genuinely not kidding when I say that Tears of the Kingdom is not only a bad Zelda game, it's just a bad game in general. it's inaccessible to casual gamers who previously could play Zelda games because of their structure. there is virtually no plot, & what little plot there is sucks ass, is predictable in a bad way, & doesn't make any fucking sense, with the absolute lack of emotional reactions from the characters making it all the worse. the references are only there to distract from the absolute nothingness, despite a main timeline Zelda title being the perfect game to have them as a type of storytelling (what happened to Skyloft??). the sky islands are just rocks with nothing on them except fruit, or maybe a chest if you're lucky. the underground is a walking in the dark simulator. the overworld is the exact same shit as in Breath of the Wild & I already explored that twice so why do it again. the caves are pointless. they didn't add much to the game besides that (the shrines & towers are just reskinned, do not fool yourself) & what they did add is just more sidequests to fill the gaps between the bits of non-existent plot. the dungeons suck. the boss battles are okay which is just sad for a Zelda game. it's just a $90 DLC & if that doesn't explain why I'm so mad about this idk what the fuck will. maybe the fact that this "new formula" is a severe step down from the old one, where you had an actual full fucking puzzle game to play with an actual fucking characters & a story that wasn't just more MCU "cameo! reference!!" bullshit

[wreckedhoney]

^^ "coming to the conclusion that positioning the "can people enjoy things that would be immoral IRL in their fiction" debate as a proship v anti fandom debate is akin to pretending that "should we have the death penalty" is a discussion that only matters in Death Note discourse"

not proshipper not anti but a secret third thing (person who has a career in the media and, through covering legislative politics, has watched "associating with problematic fiction or entertainment is an indicator of moral degeneracy" rapidly become a mainstream GOP position that they are encoding in legislation to target the queer community under the guise of protecting children, thus coming to the conclusion that positioning the "can people enjoy things that would be immoral IRL in their fiction" debate as a proship v anti fandom debate is akin to pretending that "should we have the death penalty" is a discussion that only matters in Death Note discourse — the extent and manner to which fiction affects reality is an issue that is immediately relevant to today's US politics, and to summarize my opinions on the matter in fandom terms would be to diminish the ways this debate is affecting america Right The Fuck Now. and i have stopped taking "this person is bad for shipping the wrong anime thing and being horny about it" in any sort of good faith ever since I saw it literally used as part of a GOP smear campaign against a transgender state legislator in an attempt to defend the right from backlash after they used their supermajority in the Montana house to prevent her from speaking on the floor. Anyway I think everyone on this site, especially Americans, could benefit from ceasing to think in proship v anti vocabulary and instead developing coherent political positions on the nature of fiction that do not directly align with current fascist political tactics)

[hballegro]

I had a dream where there was a murder mystery and some of the suspects were Obama, the couple from Ruthless People, Scott Bakula [like, present day, not QL era], three people from my middle school, and like half my immediate family, and upon getting an ending I didn't like [Scott was the killer] I woke up, remembered 90% of the dream including a final chase sequence, decided that ending SUCKED and I didn't wanna be awake yet, fell RIGHT back asleep, and returned right back to my fuckin dream and got a different ending that I now cannot remember [it wasn't any of the people I listed, but I also can't really remember who it was? It was a guy, and he was affluent, but I dont remember rip]

You WISH you were me

[cathnospam]

Bakugo makes you laugh, A LOT and it drives him insane.

“It was not that damn funny.”

You try to conceal the snickers from your mouth, but fail horribly. All he did was mutter something about Mineta being a punk ass and it had you giggly.

At first he used to take offense by it, maybe you were laughing AT him and not what he says, almost like mocking him, that wasn’t until Deku quickly explained in passing that you laugh very easily.

But you don’t laugh this damn much with anybody else but him. At this point he thought you had a similar quirk to Ms. Joke, and he nicknamed you Giggles.

You both were studying in the library like you both usually do during exam week, and Bakugo noticed you haven’t been Miss. Cackle the past few days. Not even a smile actually and you’d think it would have been some relief for him from hearing your laugh obxonious laugh, but he’s actually more annoyed.

He looks up from his book and glances at you across the table, you’re typing away, with a less that neutral look on your face. Lips somehow forming a pout and eyes looking droopy. He scoffs going back to his work, but it was an itch he needed to scratch with you..?

“Who pissed in your breakfast.”

“What?”

“You been looking like a sad lost puppy all week what the hell is your problem.”

The corner of your lips cracked upwards a bit, almost as if you were fighting to smile, but instead you shrug, “‘Nothing you needa worry about. Why.”

It was almost concerning how calm you sounded. Your voice was more tame that you didn’t even sound recognizable which make Bakugo crease his brows, “You suck at lying. Is it, because of that shitty boyfriend you have pissed you off.”

He was referring to Shindo, he wasn’t your boyfriend, but he was a guy you got close with after meeting him a few years ago, but Bakugo was half right he was part of the problem.

You had a small crush on Shindo , but overheard him tell his classmates how he isn’t into you like that mainly because you’re not his type and how much he can’t stand how loud you talk/laugh sometimes.

It hurt hearing it, when he found out you heard he tried apologizing but you didn’t wanna hear it, so since then you’ve turn self conscious about speaking and laughing too loudly for the past week to avoid anymore issues that you have caused with people.

After slowly explaining to the Blonde he rolled his eyes, “You’re ganna let the walking vibrator dictate your life too? So stupid.”

“You hate my laugh too. What does it matter.”

Bakugo stayed silent for a moment while you went back to work. Thinking how could he word what he wants to say without sounding like an idiot, “I never said that, besides you never stopped even when I did tell you your laugh was annoying. If you want to cackle like a hyena who gives a fuck—“

You break into a snicker but end up covering it with your hand. He cracks a proud smirk, he almost forgot what you looked like with a smile, “I don’t wanna be loud. Just can’t help it.”

“We know.”

You giggle at his deadpanned voice, it really wasn’t your fault, you’re just so easy to please and Bakugo knows that, “Giggly ass, and I seen you almost laugh when Denki tripped at the lecture today.”

“Becauuseee he is always so dramatic when he falls.” You whined into a chuckle, sharing a small one with him.

It was a start of many more shared laughs after studying, Katsuki even tried to be just a LITTLE bit more funnier than usual when walking back to the dorms. When you finally cracked a real loud one out he felt himself grinning at you.

“Katsuki Alexander Bakugo are you smiling?”

“Don’t you EVER say my full name like that again got dammit I will blow you the hell UP!”

You almost fall to your knees of how funny his reaction was to you, it felt so good to smile again. You missed it, and so did everybody else the next day apparently.

Mina and some others thought you were depressed, Deku assumed you were sick, Denki outwardly blamed Bakugo which got him smacked, and IIda actually missed your loud noises as well.

Your classmates enjoyed your presence more than you thought they did.

But Bakugo missed it the most.

Your laughs drives him insane, because he loves to hear them.

[fairy-angel222]

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃? 𝐈’𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹

prisoner! sukuna x psychologist! reader

✧ synopsis: you’ve been assigned to the supposed most ‘dangerous’ prisoner, sukuna. but what happens when you two start to fall for each other instead?

✧ cw: smut, quick paced, semi public sex, risky sex, choking, kissing, pussy eating, blow jobs, breeding, creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, age gap

✧ wc: 4.7k

✧ a/n: i am not a doctor and i am especially not specialized in psychology. i have made up all of this. also don’t sleep with murderers unless it’s sukuna

Your heels clicked loudly on the stained prison tiles. The echo of your soft footsteps trailing along the narrow walls of the enclosed hallway.

Sukuna.

That was the prisoner you were assigned to. A man who had killed more people than you’d met in your entire life as a doctor, a psychologist at that. So you’d met a lot of people.

Two guards trailed closely behind you, glaring warningly at the inmates who smirked as you walked past the line of cells. A collection of whistles and cheers sounding at the mere sight of a woman as attractive as yourself.

How long had it been since they’d seen one after all.

“Hey Doc… you sure you wanna take this case.. i mean, i don’t doubt ya or anything but this one.. he’s bad. Dangerous.”

“Now what kind of doctor would i be if i feared a little danger. He’s still a patient.” You smiled, ignoring the way your hairs stood as you were led deeper into the institution. The part where they held those deemed a danger to society.

Those who had a no chance of even seeing sunlight again.

You were nervous, your heart thumping loudly in your chest when you scanned your surroundings. There weren’t any cells. There were only.. rooms. Fully enclosed rooms with a singular window for passing food.

Every part of your being begged for you to turn around and run. To not even interact with whoever sat on the other side of that door. And you froze when bright red eyes pierced into yours. The rest of his face casted behind a dark shadow as his head tilted back. Giving you sight to the small smirk creeping onto his features.

“Doc, i really think that-” It was the other guard who spoke up. Both of them holding nothing on their features but fear. It was clear that they never even bothered with Sukuna. The rumors had been enough to make every guard turn a blind eye.

“Hey, it’s fine. Okay? This is what i do.” It really was. The guard gave you a curt nod and a sigh when you clasped both his hands in your smaller one. Offering him a reassuring nod.

“If anything happens, us and about five others are stationed close. Good luck Doc.”

You gave him a small thanks, your head held high as the door was pulled open roughly. Revealing a pink haired man who sat on his bed against the walls, his eyebrow raising when you dared to step inside. Nodding to the guard to close the door.

You might as well have been a dead woman.

“You’re scared.” His deep voice rung out, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled out a small chair that was tucked away near the sink.

“And how do you know, Sukuna?” Your tone was steady, letting out a breath when the shakiness you felt wasn’t reflected in your voice.

Sukuna hummed, his smirk widening when you spoke to him like a normal being. To stuttering, no harshness. Just your sweet voice saying his name. “I can smell it, Doc.” He loved the way you tried to hide your squirm under his gaze.

“So, Sukuna. Tell me something about yourself.” You steered away from his accusation, holding eye contact even when he leaned forward. Taking you in from head to toe. You were hot, he liked that. You seemed to like being confident too. And God did you smell fucking delicious.

He wanted to eat you alive.

Break you.

Use you.

He really did. But you were so fascinating, and he’d only just met you. Who knew how entertaining you could be.

“I’ve killed people.” He was blunt, eyes almost begging you to keep asking these ridiculous questions. It was making his cock twitch.

“Well Sukuna, that is common knowledge, don’t ya think? I wanna know something else.. tell me a secret hmm?” You leaned forward with a smile, elbows rested on your knees as you looked to him for a response.

He reciprocated your actions, leaning forward until you felt his hot breath fan over your face. “A secret huh? Alright Doc..” he watched as your breathing sped up, using every strength in your body to not pull back. You were brave, he liked that. “I surprisingly don’t wanna kill you right now.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“I said right now, didn’t say anything about later.” He pushed away from you, one of his knees up to his chest when he leaned back against the concrete wall behind him. “Let me ask you, Doctor. Are you stupid?”

Your head tilted at where this was going. You were supposed to be the one asking the questions. But a conversation was two sided, this would’ve made things easier. “I’d like to believe not. Why do you ask?”

“Because you really think that if i try to kill you, some measly guards would come to your rescue.” He scoffed.

“But you don’t want to kill me. That’s all that matters.”

Fair.

Sukuna watched as you took a quick peek down at his files. There was something that you missed, that much was evident. “Finally found it huh?”

“I haven’t found anything that i didn’t see before.” You objected, glancing to the door with your lip hanging loosely between your teeth.

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” He demanded lowly, watching with lidded eyes as you let your plump bottom lip, slick after running your tongue over it, fall back into place. Sukuna breathed deeply, finally looking away from you as he swallowed hard. Closing his eyes with his head rested behind him.

There was something about you that he wanted a taste of. It was driving him crazy..er, “I never did anything to these other doctors. They were just weak. Got scared way too fast.”

“And what did you do to scare them away?”

“Nothing.” He spat, “They came in here acting all high and mighty, talked to me like i was beneath them. So i simply didn’t bother to hide how much i wanted to strangle them. And somehow that makes me the bad guy right Doc?”

You shook your head, “No, you have a right to respect too. They should never have treated you as unequals.” Lying was all in the job description.

“Good try Doc. But you and i both know that’s a load of crap.” He finally peeled his eyes back open, and you couldn’t help your mind from wandering to how attractive he was in the dim light. He was extremely built, and had the facial structure that made you clench your thighs. “Now, we gonna finish our game of twenty one questions or not?”

He was actually being cooperative.

“Yes we are. How about i start?”

“I’ll start.” There was no room for objection in his tone. “What’s your name?”

You contemplated whether to tell him or not, eventually letting it out with ease. Though you missed the small smile tugging at his lips when he muttered a small “cute.”

“My turn, what was your childhood like?” You watched his face grow cold, a small glare being directed at anything in the room but you. “Next question.”

“Sukuna..”

“I said next question. How old are you?”

You sighed, “I’m twenty eight.” His eyes widened, that was extremely young for a doctor. “Is there one good memory you have from before you killed for the first time?”

“I had twin kittens. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You were taken aback by the question, mouth opening and closing a few times before you chuckled. “No. I do not have a boyfriend.”

“Good.”

You jumped when the door was yanked open, the guard eyeing Sukuna warily before nodded to you. “Your time’s up, Doc.”

“Oh, already? Could we get just a few more minutes?”

“You know how dangerous he is Doc.. we can’t risk it.”

“You heard the man. I’m dangerous, Doctor.”

You nibbled at your lips softly, and Sukuna fought a groan as you did exactly what he warned you not to. Standing up, you gave Sukuna a warm smile, the gesture making his stomach get all weird inside. “Goodbye until our next session Sukuna.”

He only hummed, the door being shut behind you as you were led away.

It was back to darkness.

There was more than enough light, sure. But it suddenly felt so empty without you there.

—

You couldn’t keep Sukuna off your mind when you arrived home. A part of you just really wanted to figure him out. The other actually liked his company.

You must’ve been so sick in the head. Splashing your face with cold water as you mentally scolded yourself. What was wrong with you? He was a criminal.

—

The next morning you walked the path that you had taken the previous day to get to Sukuna. This time without the guards following you.

There was only one who stood outside of the door to let you in with a small nod of acknowledgement.

Sukuna’s head perked up at the familiar clicking of those heels you wore. His signature smirk on his face as he stared you down. “Just couldn’t get enough huh Doc? Aren’t you forgetting that i’m dangerous?”

You took a seat, no file in had this time. “Good morning Sukuna, how are you?”

“If i said better now that you’re here, would that be cliché?”

You laughed, an actual laugh. A sweet one that made his heart flutter the tiniest bit while blood rushed to his groin.

“It’s very good to see you too. How about we get started yeah?” You paused as you collected your thoughts. “You seem to be heavily affected by people calling you.. dangerous. Why?”

“Everybody is dangerous. It just takes pushing at the right buttons to get it out of them. Half of the people here have done just as bad as i have yet i’m the only dangerous one. Makes so much sense right?.”

He shook his head. “Tell me Doctor, do you really think i just happened to get caught? That i couldn’t get out of this damn place if i wanted too? Hell, tell me you realize that i could drop a good twenty more bodies right here, right now.”

You shifted in your seat. “I think that you let yourself get caught because you’re tired. Because there’s a small sense of peace you get from being in here. And i think that you aren’t trying to leave because you don’t want to.”

“You almost had it Doc. See, i was well on my way out until you came. So i might stick around for just a little bit longer.”

Your heart fluttered, for you? Giving up on fighting the rational side of you as you continued to engage in conversation. Getting Sukuna to slowly open up to you more.

“Do you have any friends Sukuna?”

“I don’t consider people friends. They just exist alongside me.”

“If I asked you to be your friend, what would you say?” It was routine, but you really were curious.

“I’d say you came be whatever you want to be Doc.”

Another flutter.

“Have you ever been in love Sukuna?”

He was silent, jaw clenching as his gaze got harsh. “Next question.”

“What was she like?”

“I said next fucking question Doctor.”

“And i said, what was she like?” You leaned forward, pressing for him to answer the question.

“You’re stubborn aren’t you? I wonder what my hand would loom like around that pretty little neck.” He grinned, sharp teeth peeling from beneath his lips as he brought his face to yours. “She was a lot like you.”

“What happened to her?” You knew how touchy that question would’ve been.

“Nothing. The bitch left.”

Oh.

“I’m sorry.”

He stared at you in confusion, “I never said she died.”

“Yes. But that’s only physically. When she broke your heart she died to you. And that hurts just as bad.”

He was silent, studying your eyes. Trying to get a read on you. “What else do you want to know Doc?”

You were getting somewhere.

Sukuna found you smart. Thought that you knew a lot. Found it hot how good you were at cracking him. But it pissed him off that the one thing you didn’t seem to pick up was how much it hurt to watch you leave at the end of each session.

—

A week later had led to a Monday morning where you hadn’t gone to the prison. You had quite an agenda for the day that could cost you your job if you didn’t get it done.

That was something Sukuna was obviously clueless about. It was why he thought you’d just decided to up and go after he had just started liking to have you around. After he’d started opening up to you.

It was also why he was causing a fit. Yelling at guards to get you to him now. That he wanted to see you. Needed to see you. A line of men laying knocked out atop each other from being sent to ‘handle’ the crazed prisoner.

Would you really not come back? Would you really abandon him? It seemed like that was common with the people he cared even the slightest for.

Sukuna’s fist met the wall near his bed, knuckles bloodied as he cracked into the hard surface. Chest heaving up and down heavily when his hands reached to tug at strands of pink.

He blinked when he heard the clicking of heels on the tiles. Immediately scowling at the unfamiliarity of them. “Who the fuck is this?” He growled through the small window.

“This is Dr Smith, she’s-”

“I don’t fucking care who she is. Bring me my doctor. Now.”

—

Back at your flat, you dropped the piles of paper in front of you at the sound of your phone ringing.

It was a number you didn’t have saved.

“Hello, Doctor ___ speaking- yes? Oh my. I- i am so sorry. Yes, i will be there right away.”

What had you done?

You practically ran through the halls after parking outside the building. Finding many guards posted outside his door with guns in hand. Some of them spotting very black and blue eyes.

“You can all go now.” You panted, it was clear that you had been in a hurry. “Please.”

They all shared a look, finally walking away and allowing you to slowly open the door.

“Where were you?”

“I’m really sorry Sukuna. I was so busy today and-” you gasped when a hand reached out to wrap around your neck. Slamming you into the wall behind you with his face buried in your neck.

Sukuna inhaled your floral scent, groaning to himself as his grip on your delicate skin tightened. “So you just left me here today? Am i not as important as your other little patients? Is that it hmm?”

Deep down, you had hurt his feelings. And he couldn’t help the way he clung to you as your hand lifted to his cheek. Turning his face to look down at yours.

“N-no i promise you. You’re just as important as anyone else. I would have never missed our session if i didn’t have to.”

“Make it up to me.”

It was the perfect opportunity.

“W-what?”

“Strip for me Doctor.” He let go of your neck, letting you catch your breath while looking up at him timidly.

“Sukuna..”

“Why so shy now doctor? We both know you want to.”

You shook your head, shrinking under his gaze with a protesting whisper. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sukuna. This is very unprofession— ahh.”

Sukuna brought his knee up between your thighs, pressing it into your clothed clit. His lips ghosted over your ear, hot breath fanning your skin as he breathed deeply. “You can always leave if you want to. I’m used to that after all.”

You shifted on your feet when your back arched. A small whine leaving your mouth when he pulled away from you and gestured to the door.

He smirked, “Blouse first.”

You bit your lip, unbuttoning your shirt until your bra was on display. The heavy swell of your breasts causing Sukuna’s mouth to water when he nodded to the bra.

With your eyes still on his you let your breasts spring out of their confinement. Two pert nipples pointing right at him as his dick rose. His hand palming himself under the pair of black pants with a shiver. “C’mere.”

You walked over to him on shaky legs. Sitting down on his lap with your head to the floor. “Uh uh,” His hand reached under the your chin to force your eyes back on his. “None of that Doc.”

You moaned when his tongue swirled around one of your nipples. Sucking your breast into his mouth while he palmed at the other. “These are even more perfect outside that tight fucking shit of yours.”

Sukuna watched as you shivered when he ran his finger down your belly. Cupping your clothed cunt with the jerk of his hips into your ass. “Fuck.. take that off.”

You hurriedly peeled off your pants, Sukuna’s pupils dilating at the sight of your lace panties. “Wore this just f’me hmm Doc? All this for Mr Dangerous.” He groaned out.

Sukuan didn’t give you a chance to respond before flipping you onto the hard mattress they called a bed. Lifting your heel clad feet onto his shoulders with his head hovering over your pussy. His tongue darting out to lick at the wet spot building from your arousal. “You’re real dirty f’ a doctor.” He teased, glancing behind him with a chuckle. “Imagine if you got caught.”

Your eyes shot up to the small window, taking note of the vacant corridor as per your request.

“God, you smell so fucking good. Wanna devour that pretty pussy.” He breathed, large hand ripping the flimsy fabric to expose your glistening folds. “Hmm, this wet all for me.”

You mewled when his long tongue licked a stripe up your slit. Swirling around your clit before sloppily dipping into your hole. His hums sending vibrations through your clit as he lapped at your dripping slick.

“Sukuna—” you mewled, back arching as you reached for his hair. Tugging softly with the curl of your toes when his tongue and fingers swapped places. The two joints fucking up roughly into your g spot as he sucked noisily at your clit. “F-fuckk, nngh— so good.” You cried out, tears welling in the corner of your eyes as your body filled with pleasure.

“Yeah? You like that Doc? Bet you wanna get that greedy cunt stuffed right after.” He grunted, your eyes rolling back in a string of muffled moans as your other hand shot up to your lips.

Your legs began to tremble, Sukuna’s smirk growing wider and wider until he stopped his movements. Watching as you blinked down at him with a sniffled whine.

“You left me. You know how much that fucking hurt? I thought i would never see you again.”

“I’m-”

“You’re sorry. Yeah, yeah.. i know.” He rolled his eyes, crawling over your body with a sigh. Using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear before pressing his lips to yours. Making you taste yourself on his tongue.

You fell deeper into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction as his lips moves hungrily on yours. Pulling away with a string of salvia connected you to him.

“Let’s reverse the roles yeah?” He whispered, standing up to sit in the chair that you usually sat in. “So, my adorable little patient.. put these tiny fingers to work on that clit of yours. I want you to make yourself cum.”

You whimpered, your fingers immediately meeting your sensitive clit with a shiver.

“You know what to do.” He encouraged. Your fingers beginning to rub small circles on the small bud before speeding up. Little gasps and moans falling past your lips as your stomach burned with heat.

Your eyes locking onto Sukuna’s red ones as his head tilted. Just like it had the first day you met him. “Ahh, K-kuna. Fuckk.” You cried, head falling back with your eyes still on his. The primal look in his eyes making your insides flutter as he did nothing but watch you. Not even freeing his painfully hard cock.

“Sukuna— c-can’t. Can’t hold it.” Your voice cracked, body shaking lightly as your orgasm washed over you.

“Yes you can.”

“Nngh, can’t Kuna. Need to let go.”

He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity, your breathing getting heavy as you desperately waited on his permission.

He leaned his head back, eyes boring into your fingers working your wet cunt before nodding. “Go ahead.”

You came with a silent moan, body spasming uncontrollably as your pussy leaked onto his only pair of sheets.

“Dirty, dirty girl. Look at that mess.” You shied away feom his gaze. “And look at how hard you made me. Come fix it.”

You stood on wobbly feet, barely able to balance in your heels as you fell to your knees before him. Looking up at him through your lashes while pulling down his pants.

You blinked at the mere size of his bulge. He was huge. Tugging off his underwear to reveal his thick, veiny length. Pointing up to the sky with a fiery red tip. “Suck.”

You took him past your lips, barely able to take even half of him before he hit the back of your throat. Your fist stroking all the parts of him you couldn’t take.

Sukuna groaned, head flinging back with another strained one at how good your mouth felt. “S-shit doc. You really got a mouth on ya.” He gasped, eyes meeting yours as you attempted to take him down your throat. Your drool coating both your lips and his cock as you lewdly sucked him off.

He took your head into his hold, letting you do your own thing as he grunted with each jerk of his hips. Defined abs tensing when he grew closer to his release.

“Fuck Doc, gon’ shoot my cum down that tight throat of yours.” He breathed. Holding you down onto him as you gagged and sputtered lightly, Sukuna’s cock twitching before you felt the warm liquid run down your throat.

“Wish i could fuck that pussy so bad.” He let go of your head, wiping a drop of his cum from your chin before pushing his finger past your lips. Watching as you sighed in content while sucking every last drop. “It’s too bad that in about one minute those guards are gonna come get you Doc. Our session is over.”

You had no time to question how he knew. Scurrying to redress with widened eyes.

Sukuna may not have had a clock. Nor was he able to distinctly see the sun rise and set. But he’d learned to count the seconds when you were around. He knew how much time he had with you.

“And… now.”

At that very moment the door swung open. Sukuna having easily pulled back up his pants after giving you your seat back. Both of you looking as professional as you possibly could.

“See you tomorrow Doc.” He smiled innocently, watching as you scrambled out while avoiding his eyes.

You really fucked up now.

It was hard to keep him out of your mind before. But now, trying was futile. You’d gotten a taste and you needed more. Which was why your brain would not let you close your eyes without thinking of him fucking you.

—

The next morning you bit back a whimper as your clit was caught between your rubbing thighs. You had worn a tight pencil skirt with no panties. Just for Sukuna.

You were thankful that the guards had complied to your wishes of them leaving.

You wanted to stop yourself. To go back home and forget about the red eyed prisoner. He may not have been dangerous to you physically. But to your heart and mind.. he’d be the death of you.

When the door closed behind you, you found yourself bring pushed roughly into the same wall as last time. Sukuna letting out an animalistic groan as he captured your lips on his. Kissing you so much more feverishly than yesterday.

“You don’t know how much i need you. Didn’t even sleep last night.” He panted, turning you around so that your chest rested against the concrete surface. “Missed you so much Doc.” His voice softened, kissing down your neck while grinding up into you. His fingers finding their way under your skirt with a smirk against your skin. “And i thought you couldn’t get any dirtier.. no panties huh?”

You moaned when he prodded at your already dripping cunt. The thought of him being enough to have gotten you soaked. “Shit- tell me what you want Doc. Let me hear you say it.” He growled lowly, ready to snap the second the words left your mouth.

“Please— please fuck me.”

Sukuna hungrily shoved your skirt up. The fabric bunching at your hips as he freed his aching cock. Both of you letting out a noise of satisfaction when he sunk into you, his large hands holding tightly onto your hips to pull you into him. Your back arching as your hands shot out to the wall for support.

“O-ohh God.” You cried loudly, your lips parted in shaky moans as Sukuna’s cock rammed deep near the entrance of your cervix. His veins grazing at your g spot as the fat girth stretched you to your limit.

“Nah baby, ‘s only me.”

“Kunaa— so goood- ahhh.” Tears pooled in your eyes, Sukuna’s hand reaching into your hair to pull you back into his chest. Your nails clawing at the wall in front of you as he destroyed yours.

“Taking me so fucking well. Shit- pussy’s so damn snug.” He husked, hips snapping noisily into yours as he fucked into your walls mercilessly. Basking in the sounds of your choked screams and mewls. The way you sobbed underneath him when your knees buckled.

He was fucking you so hard and deep. Better than anything you’d felt before. His cock slamming into all the places that would drive you crazy.

“The day you fucking leave me i will break outta here Doc. And i will find you. You’re mine got it?” There was a certain seriousness in his voice that made goosebumps arise on your skin. Your salty tears mixing with your drool as they ran down your flushed face.

“And when i do get outta here you’re gonna have my baby Doc. ‘M gonna fuck you again and again till’ i eventually give you my fuck—ing kid.” His breathing became ragged, your body rocking forward with each of his movements.

He smirked. “I’ve fucked ya this dumb already?” His cock twitching inside you as your body moved with his cock like a fleshlight. Your vision blurred as your head grew light, dizzy. You couldn’t think, every roll of Sukuna’s hips clouding your mind as you let an incoherent babble drip off your tongue. Shakily chanting his name when he reached forward to pinch at your clit.

“Look at you. Look so pretty underneath me like this.” His free hand snaked up to your neck, groaning loudly at the feeling of your heart beat on his skin. Pulling you up so your back rested flat against his broad chest, wandering lips meeting your exposed collarbone. “Let go f’me.”

Your body quivered as you tightened around him. Letting out a whimper-like cry as you came messily on his cock. A breathy moan of his own sounding in your ear when his thrusts began to get sloppy.

“Kunaaa.. inside. Want you inside. ‘M on the pill.” You begged, legs giving way as he held you flush against him.

“Whatever you want, Doc.” Slowly coming to a halt as he buried himself inside your warmth, tongue darting out to lick at your tear stained cheeks. Feeling his cock swell as he pumped you full of his cum. Painted your gummy walls in nothing but white

“Looks like i’m sending you back with my cum dripping down your thighs.” He pulled out with a grin. His cum leaking out of your fluttering cunt in small spurts when he used his hands to knead at the flesh of your ass. “Hottest thing i’ve seen in a while.. after you of course.”

You hummed, eyes shutting as you fell into him. Feeling the thick substance slowly dripping down your legs while spreading over your sticky folds. Sukuna stumbled back onto his bed with you on top of him. Your face nestling into his chest with a soft smile. “Hey Doc.. i love ya but those guards are gon’ be back soon.”

‘So worth it.’ Was the one thought branding itself into your mind as your body registered the rough, lust filled fuck.

“Shit.”

—

You and Sukuna had gotten so much closer over yet another week. You had never believed in falling in love that quickly until now. You couldn’t help it. You felt so much better when he was around. Seeing him was the highlight of your day- especially now that you’d convinced for longer sessions.

He felt the same way. You were the second person he had fallen in love with and somehow even harder. You made his heart.. swell. And he was serious about busting out to start a life with you.

“So, your first love. We never finished talking about her.” You smirked, notepad back in hand as you did your job. Sukuna having been stealing small kisses from you between every question.

“How about we forget about my first love and focus on my current one. You.”