#six string master

[yan-randomfandom]

How would yandere saja boys react to reader being a child of Gwi ma, but is nothing like him as in they want to help people?

Saja Boys x Demon!GN!Reader

a/n; i keep missing in my fics, i keep forgetting the plot!! so sorry anon,, i don't know what i'm trying to do in this one (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) but i do love the new scenario!! tho sadly this isn't obviously yandere,,

— 👑

"Dying king with a crumbling crown," you hum, a teasing smile stretching across your feline lips. "Will he let the fire go out?"

Jinu sighs, absentmindedly plucking his strings. "As much as I love seeing two tigers, I think it'd be best if you take another form. It's creepy watching you talk with its teeth."

With a chuckle, you shapeshift into his bird instead, licks of fire dying as soon as it appeared. You made sure to keep the tiny hat on. "Yeah, sure, okay. Hey, that was a pretty bold move to your king. Y'know, my creator."

One of his demon companions snort. You snap your eyes toward the one with abs. "That's Jinu for you. Knows what he wants, knows what Gwi-Ma wants. As it's always been."

Jinu doesn't react, he doesn't reply—yet, you and the rest of the Saja Boys could tell he's deeply uncomfortable. He continues his focus on his bipa.

Baby coughs. "Look, I'll do the rapping, yeah?"

"I already said that—"

... After a while, you stare blankly as they get lost in their planning. Listening to every word. Paying attention to their movements. You can barely contain the frown itching to crawl on your—oh, wait. You have a beak.

"Master," Mystery suddenly calls, poking a finger on your wing.

You make an expression with your beady eyes. "Do not call me that. What is it, Mystery?"

His lips curl. "Why are you here?"

All your six eyes blink. The rest seem to be intrigued for your answer.

Of course, you're here to disrupt their plans. You don't say that out loud. Always so grateful that you and Gwi-Ma have cut connection, so even he can't hear your spirits.

"I believe I don't need to answer you," you shrug, earning some looks. You flatter your wings and stand on Mystery's shoulder instead. His smile grows. "Just keep doing your magic."

— 🐦‍⬛

You wonder what the Huntrix girls are doing right now.

Probably better than... whatever this is.

"Gwi-Ma is going to be so disappointed in us."

"What? No! The opposite! He'd be so impressed, we'll never have to be punished—"

"Master's waiting for us to move already."

Gwi-Ma this. Gwi-Ma that. Even if you're the literal spawn of the guy, it's still such a bummer with him being the only topic in this damn world. Well, aside from famine and destruction of your kind. Okay. Enough of this. You have to check on the girls.

Jumping off of Mystery's shoulder, you shift into your true form, pink fire dancing in your silhouette.

You thought you could quietly leave but—

"Where are you going?" comes Jinu's voice, inquisitive. Suspicious, almost.

Romance cast you a look. "You haven't even seen our rehearsal yet! Or, maybe, you'd like to see it live—"

You flow your fire to Romance's side, patting his head in reassurance. "I'll be there."

Maybe that's good enough to be convincing. Then, you leave.

— 🔥

In one of the farthest seat of the stadium, you sit and watch as the Huntrix practice for their performance. Put simply, they're amazing. You always did prefer acapella from the girls.

You've taken a human form, hopefully that will be enough for them to lay off if they spot you. Act like one of the staff who's slacking or whatever.

"So this is where you are," a familar deep voice mutters, and you immediately shoot up a hand to their face. A face that's come from a half-body in the seat next to you, the Honmoon tear strong in your senses.

Between your startled glare and fingers, Baby smiles in curiousity as his eyes glow. "I'm a little hurt. Didn't know you prefer the hunters."

You relax. Okay, cool. He found you spying on Huntrix. "No one will believe you."

A cough. You follow the noise on the floor and find three out of four other Saja Boys. Abby, Romance, and Mystery stares at you with something in their expressions—completely unreadable.

"Does Gwi-Ma know you're—"

Hmm. Darn. You interrupt whoever spoke. "Why are you all here? Did you come to look for me?"

You turn, seeing Baby's immense stare on you. But he doesn't answer. None of them do.

... Weirdos.

"Where's Jinu?"

Baby pauses, then points at the other side of the area.

You follow his direction and Jinu barely meets your eyes.

A frown makes its way to your lips. This human... This human is a wonder. You have Gwi-Ma's memories—while the others are fairly content with their sins, you know Jinu's so much more complicated than that.

Honestly. He'll know about Rumi's patterns in one way or another.

Someone pokes your cheek.

You sigh. "Mystery, stop doing that."

"Ah, no, I'm Abby. You're acting weird."

You? Acting weird? Haven't you always been? You look down on your patterns. An intricate design and color unlike the others.

The weight of your memories — not even yours, really — rumbles in the pit of your core. You don't like what you are, or where you are, or who you are. But, at the same time, you care so much. It's hard to think.

"I'm not answering that," you say eventually, using your higher position whenever convenient.

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errmm my bad, also im trying to combine asks as I go ... hrrmmm eeemm hmmmm it's not working well

i tried to go with demon reader (anon1) and reader who hates the saja boys but loves huntrix (anon2) but for this one—they just really don't like what they stand for

[egophiliac]

listen. people have always debated which character is the most normal guy but what if it has in fact been crowley the whole time. no string pulling no master plan just a guy who wants to keep his school running and is cursed with problematic students and incidents

honestly I think the funniest possible reveal would be one of two options:

ONE: Crowley has no plot relevance whatsoever. he wears the mask to cover his receding hairline. his darkest secret is the bottle of "medicinal" whiskey under his desk. this man can barely plan a PTA function with six months' advance notice, he doesn't have the time or patience for any kind of overarching master plot involving mutating students or whatever. the only thing wrong with him is that he's been running this school for (mumblemumble) years and, quite frankly, if you'd been putting up with NRC students for a couple of centuries, you'd have totally checked out by this point too.

OR

TWO: Crowley IS actually Raverne and HAS been slowly enacting a master gambit...to embezzle school funds. the overblots are still completely incidental. he has somehow less idea of what's going on than we do. we confront him about it and he's just like

[ccupcakqs]

｡𖦹°‧ what we never outgrew (master list)

warnings: childhood best friends to strangers to something softer, unsaid feelings, longing, memory-heavy narrative, slow rediscovery, soft angst, emotional vulnerability

pairing: charles leclerc x childhood best friend reader

summary: you were charles’s favorite memory and his hardest loss. childhood gave you something rare, but time and silence pulled you apart. years later, when you find your way back, everything has changed, except the way he still looks at you like he remembers it all.

🎧 - august, invisible string, from the dining table, the night we met, mirrorball, fine line, the one that got away, champagne problems, i wish you would, falling

let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

part one: all the things i never said synopsis ⇒ childhood best friends. years of silence. when you reunite at a race weekend, the weight of everything left unspoken still hangs between you.

part two: where the silence lived synopsis ⇒ you find each other again after hours. a quiet hotel hallway. a conversation you’ve been avoiding for years finally begins to surface.

part three: the sketch you left behind synopsis ⇒ the rain sends you into shelter. charles gives you his hoodie. when you change, he notices the tattoo you designed years ago. the past starts to echo louder.

part four: the roads we knew by heart synopsis ⇒ charles takes you to the old skate park you used to live at after school. in the cracks of the pavement, you find pieces of what was left behind—and a moment neither of you wants to forget.

part five: still ours, somehow synopsis ⇒ an afternoon in his apartment blurs the line between memory and now. when he reaches for your hand, you don’t pull away.

part six: the future we never named synopsis ⇒ you return to where it all began. this time, you say everything you once left unsaid.

you’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress i can’t wear anymore..

[dcxdpdabbles]

I reread Dauntless Matchmaker recently and I love it, could you please make another part? Either that or another part for One Hell of a Bellhop, Legal Compensation, or Mr Flavors Soda, any of the above would be great, your choice ^-^

Danny skips up the stairs towards Wayne Manor's front entrance with a binder, a few notebooks, and his laptop tucked away in his carry bag. Humming under his breath, he raises his hand to knock. Before he can touch the wood, the door swings open to the beaming face of his fake boyfriend, Tim Drake.

"Hi!" The other gasps breathlessly. He adjusts his cardigan from where it had fallen off his left shoulder. Danny has noticed something about Tim. He was always so nervous and clumsy. The poor thing was taking his heartbreak badly.

"Hi, Tim." Danny grins. He holds up his NASA theme bag with pride. "I brought the stuff!"

His boss' brother lets out a string of nervous chuckles that slowly dissolve, coughing when he chokes on his spit. Alarmed, Danny started smacking his back in hopes of helping. He wishes he could say this was a one-time thing, but Tim, unfortunately, does this often.

"Master Tim?" Alfred calls from down the left hallway.

"I'm fine! Everything-cough-hack- everything is fine!" Tim screams back, entirely red and looking a tad bit mortified. Clearing his throat, he straightens to full height, back pin straight and looking every bit the young gentleman of his standing. "Shall we move to the viewing room?"

Danny knows he's only trying to save face, so he only smiles and steps inside. As they had agreed on two weeks ago, Danny loops his arm through Tim's, pressing himself close to the other's side, just as Alfred walks by.

The aged man seems pleased to see them so affectionate, which Damian said Danny had to play up because otherwise, it would not be believable. Tim only dated men and women who showed their care through physical touch, and he was often seen holding hands or looping arms with his partners.

As it is, Tim does his part well, beaming up at Danny. He was taller after hitting a second growth spurt, but sadly, he seemed to take after his mother rather than his father. Danny was only two inches taller than Tim.

On the other hand, Jazz grew like a weed. Once it became apparent, she took after Jack in height. Dan's appearance gave Danny hope that he would break the six-foot mark in a few years—you know, if the madness and devouring Plasmius didn't affect his development too much.

"What are you showing me today?" Tim asks as they stride past Damian. The younger boy makes a face, the same one Danny made whenever Jazz brought over a boy, and they were being sickly sweet. He offers his boss a smile in return, watching those intense green eyes roll.

"I brought evidence of why Yetis' healthcare is far superior to ours." Danny pats his bag with a satisfied smirk. "Nothing beats Frostbite."

Tim melts. "That's amazing. I can't wait to hear all about it. Then we could go get dinner. How does Divine Palace sound?"

"The upscale restaurant? I would need to change before I'm allowed in there. It has a dress code, doesn't it?"

Tim snuggles closer. "You can borrow one of my suits."

"You know it's bad luck to wear someone else's clothes?" Danny tells him they have just arrived at the viewing room. The projector is set up, and Danny is waiting to plug in his laptop. A sizeable plush couch is pushed in front of the large empty wall, where Tim plans to curl up and watch Danny's presentation.

Meeting someone who adored all the educational information about Ghosts and their culture was lovely. Danny's parents were more interested in the aspects of biology and anatomy than the sociology and anthropology he studied.

After he finished his slide show—sadly without pictures as ghosts disrupted the camera—he would show Tim his notes, which the two could flip through together on the couch. Since his PowerPoint lacked images, Danny settled for some drawings and blurry photos he had stored in his binder while exploring the Zone.

He started it when he was fourteen, gradually growing over the years.

"Why's that?" Tim asks, throwing himself on the couch and crossing his legs underneath him. He places his elbow on the meat of his thigh and leans his head on his hand, his eyes never leaving Danny.

They seem to be shining, utterly captivated by the Halfa.

"It makes it easier for ghosts to overshadow you," Danny answers promptly, unzipping his bag to take out the materials from his bag. He had to look away from his friend because the way he was staring was making him a bit flustered.

"Overshadow?"

"It's another way of saying possession, but it's more politically correct." He responds, plugging in the wires to his laptop and watching the lock screen of his computer appear on the wall. "My sister's first boyfriend attempted to do that to her. Gave her some of his girlfriend's stuff so she could form around her and use Jazz as an anchor to stay on this plane."

"And you saved her before he could succeed," Tim sighs adoringly.

Danny puffs out his chest. "I did!"

Tim pressed a button on the side of his couch. At once, the thing expands, pushing the backrest down and expanding the bottom until it forms an even flat surface. Danny initially thought it was a recliner, but apparently, rich people had couches that could turn into beds in seconds.

He lays flat on his stomach, kicking his feet and leaning on both hands as he smiles like a loon at Danny. "That's amazing."

Danny bites his lip, trying to be modes,t but it's hard when he's being praised by someone like Tim Drake.

"Well, it's just what a good brother does. All I really had to do was use his bad luck against him, and really, Jazz sort of snapped out it when he tried to punch me," He babbles while scrambling to log into his account. He needs to do something before he bursts from all the giddy, mushy feeling in his chest. "It was nothing compared to when I had to win a pie-eating contest against Baker."

"Hmm?"

"Baker is a pasty theme ghost that is shockingly powerful. He locked me in a battle for five days before I convinced him to switch to a food theme contest." Danny laughs, shaking his head at the memories. "I was stuck in bed for a day with the biggest stomach ache, but I won that day. And victory was sweet."

Tim swoons.

Just as Danny is booting up the presentation, his superhearing catches the whispers of Tim's other siblings from the hallway. Damian had instructed him not to let anyone else in the household learn the truth of his contract because it would eventually get back to Alfred.

After meeting the man, he completely understands the paranoia.

"Who is that?" He's pretty sure that's the oldest Dick.

"Tim's new obsession." Answers Steph with a smirk in her words. "Apparently, he's some paranormal-obsessed conspiracy theorist."

"Why does he always go for the crazy ones?" Jason sighs dramatically.

"Have you seen Danny's biceps? Were it not for his health issues, I would have thought Tim found a secret off-duty hero."

Danny hastily focuses on his first slide, trying not to show his fear. Tim continues to watch him kick his feet and play with some of his hair. He has a habit of twirling his hair. Tim almost always does that whenever Danny sees him.

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift announces in recent letter that she bought back the master recordings to her first six albums from Shamrock Capital 🥳:

''Hi.

I'm trying to gather my thoughts into something coherent, but right now my mind is just a slideshow. A flashback sequence of all the times I daydreamed about, wished for, and pined away for a chance to get to tell you this news. All the times I was thiiiiiiiiiiis close, reaching out for it, only for it to fall through. I almost stopped thinking it could ever happen, after 20 years of having the carrot dangled and then yanked away. But that's all in the past now. I've been bursting into tears of joy at random intervals ever since I found out that this is really happening. I really get to say these words:

All of the music I've ever made.. now belongs… to me.

And all my music videos. All the concert films. The album art and photography. The unreleased songs. The memories. The magic. The madnes.. Every single era. My entire life's work.

To say this is my greatest dream come true is actually being pretty redeserved about it. To my fans, you know how important this has been to me- so much so that I'm meticulously re-recorded and released 4 of my albums, calling them Taylor's Version. The passionate support you showed those albums and the success story you turned The Eras Tour into is why I was able to buy back my music. I can't thank you enough for helping to reunite me with this art that I have dedicated my life to, but have never owned until now.

All I've ever wanted was the ooportunity to work hard enough to be able to one day purchase my music outright with no strings attached, no partnership, with full autonomy. I will be forever grateful to everyone at Shamrock Capital for being the first people to ever offer this to me. Theway they've handled every interaction we've had has been honest, fair, and respectful. This was a business deal to them, but I really felt like they saw it for what it was to me: My memories and my sweat and my handwriting and my decades of dreams. I am endlessly thankful. My first tattoo might just be a huge shamrock in the middle of my forehead.

I know, I know. What about Rep TV? Full transparency: I haven't even re-recorded a guarter of it. The Reputation album was so specific to that time in my life, and I kept hitting a stopping point when I tried to remake it. All that defiance, that longing to be understood while feeling porposely misunderstood, that desperate hope, that shame-born snarl and mischief. To be perfectly honest, it's the one album in those first 6 that I thought couldn't be improved upon by redoing it. Not the music, or photos, or videos. So I kept putting it off. There will be a time (if you're into the idea) for the unreleased Vault Tracks from that album to hatch. I've already completely re-recorded my entire debut album, and I really love how it sounds now. Those 2 albums can still have their moments to re-emerge when the time is right, if that would be something you guys would be excited about. But if it happens, it won't be from a place of sadness and longing for what I wish I could have. It will just be a celebration now.

I'm extremely heartened by the conversations this saga has reignited within my industry among artists and fans. Every time a new artist tells me they negotiated to own their master recordings in their record contract because of this fight, I'm reminded of how important it was for all of this to happen. Thank you for being curious about something that used to be thought of as too industry-centric for broard discussion. You'll never know how much it means to me that you cared. Every single bit of it counted, and ended us up here.

Thanks to you and your goodwill, teamwork, and encouragement, the best things that have ever been mine… Finally actually are.

Elated and amazed, Taylor''

(On May 30, 2025)

[juiceeypeach]

𓆉 lads fic recs 𓆉

[★] peach’s pick

[♡] fluff

[𖤐] smut/suggestive

[☾] angst

[𖦹] crack

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★ (UN)PROFESSIONAL. chuluoyi.

𖤐☾.

5.2k

master and servant. man and his right hand woman. you and sylus are labeled many things, but does love exist in many labels of your relationship?

★ JEALOUSY INCARNATE. chuluoyi.

♡𖤐☾𖦹.

3.8k

part two to STRICTLY (UN)PROFESSIONAL. more than friends with benefits, definitely lovers. your relationship is one filled with banters, steamy nights, and secret strings attached... but when someone shows an interest in you, sylus won't hesitate to stake his claim for everyone to see.

★ BANE OF EXISTENCE. chuluoyi.

♡𖤐.

unk. word count

part three to STRICTLY (UN)PROFESSIONAL. you and your lover are hailed and feared, but who would have guessed that behind closed doors, both of you are just that — lovers?

★ THE MAN & HIS LADY. chuluoyi.

♡𖤐☾.

unk. word count

part four to STRICTLY (UN)PROFESSIONAL. everyone acknowledges you as his woman, but how far will he go for you when he realizes you are in danger?

★ WINNERS KEEPERS. chuluoyi.

♡𖤐☾.

unk. word count

part five to STRICTLY (UN)PROFESSIONAL. you suspect something’s off when you catch your lover with the hunter girl, so you decide to give him the cold shoulder. his way of winning you back? trapping you in a bet—if he wins this underground fight match, you’re back to being his.

★ CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. chuluoyi.

♡𖤐𖦹.

unk. word count

part six to STRICTLY (UN)PROFESSIONAL. when your husband went away without so much as a proper notice, you thought you wouldn't forgive him so easily. but he tries everything to capture your heart back: spoiling and indulging you… little do you know that he expects a reward in return.

FORGIVENESS. poisonf0rest.

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2.4k

reader ignores sylus and refuses to moan for him, after he playfully mocks her, so he does everything to get her to make noise in bed.

★ ERROR 404. ittybittyfanblog.

♡☾𖤐.

unk. word count, 10 chaps.

self aware!sylus au

BETTER THAN THE DEVIL. syluss-littlecrow.

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2.9k

reader finds out that sylus has horns and that they are.. sensitive.

OBSESSED. tojicide.

𖤐.

4.6k

reader’s bodyguard is just SOOO obsessed with her.

PLEASE & THANK YOU. aeyumicore.

𖤐.

7.5k

what happens when you handcuff sylus to a bed?

KITTEN. rink-eko.

♡.

unk word count

sylus calls you kitten for a reason.

REMIND ME. tojicide.

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6.1k

sylus finds out that you’ve moved on six months after your breakup.

★ SLEEP ON HIM. blueberrisdove-sideblog.

♡𖤐.

unk. word count

cockwarming sylus while you’re sleepy.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ Z 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ

★ PLEASURE PRESCRIPTION. unintentionalseductress.

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unk. word count

the hunter’s association deems that in order to keep stress levels low, hunters must participate in medical masturbation.

★ DISOBEDIENT WIVES. illou-sainte.

𖤐.

unk word count.

you tend to forget to put on your wedding ring and zayne punishes you for it.

★ EVERY ANSWER, ALWAYS. iraot.

♡.

5.2k

dr. “if my wife is an over thinker, i’ll be an over explainer..” zayne

HEARTBREAK ANNIVERSARY. mephisto-reporting.

☾.

unk word count

zayne had to cancel your anniversary dinner and it all goes downhill from there.

★ DOCTOR, DOCTOR. shouyuus.

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3.3k

zayne participates in an antidote trial for a new underground love drug, the antidote is ineffective.

★ NOCTURNE TWILIGHT. chuluoyi.

𖤐☾.

8k

he is your husband and you are his wife. but of course you know the bitter truth—you will never be able to replace her..

DAWN’S FIRST LIGHT. chuluoyi.

♡☾.

8k

part two to NOCTURNE TWILIGHT. as dawn breaks, a new chapter begins. now husband and wife in the truest sense, both of you embark on the path of happiness together. yet, bittersweet loose ends remain still. will they eventually stay in the past for good, or cast a permanent shadow over your lives?

THE LADY WIFE. chuluoyi.

𖦹♡.

unk. word count

part three to NOCTURNE TWILIGHT. everyone knows dr. zayne is cool as a cucumber, and it's a given for him that you're known as his wife, but when a fresh-faced new resident seemingly makes a move on you... what will he do?

BODY SHOT. luvzayne.

𖤐.

5.9k

you HATE TA!zayne and he hates you.. you think.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ R 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ

★ INTERDIAL ZONE. poisonf0rest.

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6.7k

the nightly rendezvous card but from rafayel’s POV.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ C 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ

ROTTEN TO THE CORE. latrespada.

𖤐.

6k

caleb punishes you due to his own jealousy from you being surrounded by men.

LIE. humanjarvis.

𖤐.

3.9k

caleb catches you in a lie and you suffer the consequences, immediately.

★ CUM HOME. aomiiine.

𖤐.

unk. word count

after being gone for service for almost a full year, your husband returns home.

GOOD ENOUGH. cinnamorollcrybaby.

𖤐.

unk. word count

caleb finds out you’re stringing along 4 other guys and makes it his mission to piss off xavier.

RUN AWAY. yandere-sins.

𖤐☾.

unk word count

caleb catches you trying to run away and uses his evol on you.

YOUR MAN. plutotheplum.

𖤐.

5.8k

caleb doesn’t like that your tutor is a guy.

EYES ON YOU. kutepil.

𖤐.

2k

caleb has hidden cameras all over his house so you decide to put on a show for him.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ X 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ

POSSESIVE. slapmeshigaraki.

𖤐.

unk. word count

xavier gets off on you being jealous.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ MULTI/POLY 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ

FLASHING. tbaluver.

𖦹𖤐.

unk. word count

flashing the LADS men during an argument. (separate)

COMFORTING. kirbmey.

𖤐.

unk. word count

couple, reader & sylus both want rafayel. reader x poly!crowfish.

BEST DREAMS. poisonf0rest.

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7.5k

reader wakes up from a nightmare so rafayel comforts her while xavier sleeps next to them in bed. poly!starfish x reader.

SWEET DREAMS. sinstae.

♡𖤐.

2.7k

sylus and reader have a good time while zayne watches after a hard and long day. poly!snowcrow x reader.

★ FLAMES & SHADOWS. poisonf0rest.

𖤐.

10.6k

rafayel helps smuggle reader into the N109 zone not knowing it would lead you into sylus’ arms. while she is passed out, they both discover she has a past life with the both of them. poly!snowcrow x reader.

COOKOUT. chibichibi-mia.

𖦹♡.

unk. word count

when the lads boys get invited to the cookout. (separate)

BITING. oncasette.

♡.

unk. word count

how the lads men react to an s/o that bites them as a way of showing their love. (separate)

RAMBLINGS. alynnia.

♡ 𖤐.

unk. word count

long drabble of HCs for poly!crowfish x MC, but mainly CF.

SAY MY NAME. dadddybangtan.

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3.3k.

xavier overhears reader & sylus together and wants to join in on the fun. starcrow x reader.

FRAT LADS. onacasette.

♡𖤐.

unk word count.

frat boy!LADS HCs

★ WHY CHOOSE. cinnamorollcrybaby.

𖦹♡𖤐.

unk. word count

poly!LADS x reader/MC series.

★ WELCOME HOME. lovegasmic.

𖤐.

unk word count

caleb is back in you life and he and zayne are back to fighting over you. poly!snowapple x reader.

ZAYNE TEACHING. deepspacenova.

♡𖤐𖦹.

unk word count

now that caleb is back and you & zayne are together, he has to learn from zayne all the things you like. poly!snowapple x reader.

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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ visuals 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ

borders : dollywons

[https-bobreynolds]

six strings to save a god

pairing: robert ‘bob’ reynolds x enchantress! reader

summary: bob nearly blew his cover in an undercover mission where you both absolutely cannot use your powers at, so you save him with metallica instead.

author’s note: rewatched stranger things and got inspired by THE eddie munson, you will be missed💔

UNDERGROUND CLUB BELOW THE VIENNA STATE OPERA HOUSE, WESTERN EUROPE - 11:32 PM

private auction night

the air tastes like ozone and old bourbon. velvet curtains cover cracked plaster. there’s an antique chandelier above the bar flickering with blood-red LED bulbs, casting shadows like broken glass across the crowd.

somewhere in the crowd: mercs, arms dealers, hydra defectors, and warlords who don’t technically exist.

and at a table just beneath the second mezzanine, is robert ‘bob’ reynolds, looking perfect in a slim-cut black suit, nerves unraveling by the second.

you sit beside him, swirling untouched whiskey, watching him come apart thread by golden thread.

“he’s looking at me,” bob murmurs, too quiet for anyone else to hear. “he knows. the madripoor guy in the corner, he keeps- he’s not blinking.”

you glance up.

the man in question tilts his head, one brow raised. hands drifting way too slowly toward the holster under his coat.

bob’s about to snap. you can feel it under your skin like the low thrum of the void stirring.

“we got what we need, we have to leave this place now.” you whispered, giving him a look.

you didn’t say anything more, but he understood quickly, giving a nod.

“under any circumstances, do NOT engage and do NOT use any of your powers.” you remember bucky say, right before the mission.

you cannot let sentry, void or enchantress lose it here.

this is not the place for sun gods or eldritch abominations, so you do the only thing that makes sense in a room like this.

you stand, smooth as static, and quickly vanish into the shadows behind the stage, where a two-piece synthwave duo just finished their eerie, looping set.

and waiting backstage, among broken amps and stolen crates, you see it:

a scratched jackson king v custom.

you pick it up. test the weight. check the strings.

you walk out slow.

the crowd goes quiet for a beat. spotlights flicker to follow.

you nod at the DJ, who knows not to mess with it.

then, you slam into the intro to “master of puppets.”

the distortion screams.

the riff punches through the smoke like a fist. dirty. loud. real.

people down on the floor cheer, some boo, some start laughing in disbelief.

the suits look confused. a few start pulling out phones.

one of the auction security guards near bob’s table mutters, “what the hell-“

bob exhales like he’s been underwater for five minutes, he slinks out with the crowd’s attention squarely on you.

and you?

you shred.

“end of passion play, crumbling away

i’m your source of self-destruction…”

you sing like it’s prophecy, like the world’s about to burn and you’re the one lighting the match.

heads are banging, drinks are spilled, the tech auction upstairs is forgotten.

that guy from madripoor? he’s now two whiskeys deep and head-nodding like you’re doing a private concert just for him.

your fingers blaze through the solo like they were built for this. the guitar’s raw, snarling. just perfect.

and in the dark corner of the second tier, where no one’s watching anymore?

bob slips through a side door. free and clear.

you hammer the final riff with one last scream of strings.

“MASTER! MASTER!”

silence crashes like a wave behind it. the crowd roars, half of them think you’re just the best part of the party, the other half are too dazed to care.

you bow low, tossing the guitar off-stage like a mic drop.

and walk out like you own the world, panting as you slam the door behind you.

“you-” he starts, breathless. “you just-”

“i shredded,” you say, breathless and smug. “and saved your ass.”

he huffs a laugh, still dazed.

“i was gonna blow it,” he admits. “i could feel it coming… like the whole thing was about to fall apart.”

“well,” you smirk, brushing your hair back. “good thing i know how to play the hits.”

he looks at you, really looks at you.

the city glows behind you, the music still ringing faintly from the club.

and he says, “you’re kind of unreal, you know that?”

you shrug. “takes one to know one, sunshine.”

you look at each other for a second too long.

and somewhere in the club behind you, the next DJ starts spinning, but nothing could top what you just did.

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Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Where the Wild Things Are pop-up event.

i want you to love me like my parrot does, honey

Where the Wild Things Are Pop-Up | Word Count: 3,000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Fade to Black Sex | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie, Eddie & Gareth | Tags: Modern AU, Flirty Flirting, Mutual Attraction, Getting Together, Animal Shelter Worker Steve Harrington, Exotic Animal Foster Eddie Munson, Annoyed Roommate Gareth Jones

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Eddie looks down at the phone in his hand, and turns off the running water in the bathroom sink he'd used to muffle his conversation. If you have to hide it, you're doing something wrong. That's what Uncle Wayne always said. 

But, he's doing it anyway.

Heading towards the door, he casually reaches to get his leather jacket. Maybe Gareth won't notice. Maybe he can slink out of here unnotic—

"Where are you going? Where are you going?" 

Fuck. Jimmy Buffett the goddamn parrot is a misses-nothing tattletale.

Gareth turns, looking, "Hey, Jim's right. Where are you going?"

"Just, you know, out."

"Eddie."

"Google, play Master of Puppets," Jimmy Buffett demands, and the bluetooth speaker fires up. Plays the opening riff, and then Jimmy asks all over again. Head bobbing back and forth the entire time. He only wants the intro, over and over. 

"Great," Gareth says, "just great, Ed. This is a fun loop to be in."

"Hey, we got him over the M-A-R-G-A-R-," he pauses, trailing off.

"No, no, keep going," Gareth goads.

"I-T-A-V-I-L-L-E obsession," Eddie finishes. There's no way in hell he's saying that word out loud. "This is an improvement and you know it."

"Unplugging the damn thing, not giving a bird the option of dictating our lives would be an improvement too, and yet."

"Where are you going?" the grooving parrot asks again, Master of Puppets blaring.

"Good question, Jimmy," Gareth concurs. 

"The shelter."

That lights a fire under Gareth's ass, and he's up off the couch. 

"Eddie, no, we don't have room for anything else!" Gareth snaps, waving his hands around the living room that's already full of cages, aquariums and other various habitats.

"But Steve called," Eddie says, and Gareth huffs out a breath of annoyance. 

"Steve's taking advantage," Gareth insists, and Eddie knows that's not true. It's just not easy to find someone qualified to foster all the weird and exotic animals. "Goodie won't even come over here anymore, you know. Wait. Go ahead. Get something else. Alligator? Komodo Dragon? Anaconda?"

Eddie laughs. Goodie hates to be in the same room as the snakes, but if Eddie covers their habits, Goodie can sometimes pretend they aren't there. Sometimes.

"What are you getting this time?" Gareth asks, and then waves his hands around, "No. Wait. Don't tell me. I'll be surprised."

Oh, and surprised he'll be. 

Mainly because Eddie doesn't even know. Steve just called, said he had something Eddie needed to see, and that was all the info Eddie needed.

Eddie snags Gareth around the neck, shaking him around in a rough thank you hug.

"If Jimmy keeps it up longer than thirty minutes, you can unplug the speakers, okay?"

"How generous," Gareth sasses, but crashes back onto the couch, "I'm really fucking sick of this, you asshole."

He'll live. He always does.

But, well. Eddie can't resist. He pokes his head back in the door, and croons, "Strummin' my six string, on my front porch swing."

Jimmy Buffett squawks and flaps his wings.

"Google, play Margaritaville," he demands, Master of Puppets forgotten. If looks could kill, Eddie'd be dead. Gareth throws up his middle fingers, both of them, before sliding his noise-cancelling headphones over his ears. 

Eddie cackles as he closes the door, leaving Gareth in Margaritaville hell.

When Eddie pulls up at the rescue, Steve's out front with a family, rolling around in the lush, green grass as he's introducing a dog that's wagging the shit out of its tail, thrilled to be out of the dog run. 

Fair enough. Eddie'd be thrilled if he was getting that kind of attention from Steve, too. 

Steve gets animals adopted, and it's pretty cool to watch in action. Dogs, Steve can find homes fairly easily. Same with cats. Eddie swears half the time the adopters are turning up just to see Steve. He features heavily on all their social media, and has an amazing track record for facilitating successful adoptions.

He's an animal whisperer, through and through. So, basically catnip to Eddie.

Unfortunately, he's made the shelter very popular, and as a consequence other animals have been dropped off that are far less easy to adopt out.

Those are the critters that dictate calls to Eddie.

At least they aren't being released into the wild, which is a real goddamn problem. If they end up with Steve, they've got a chance.

Steve sees him, and hands the leash of the overly happy pup over to Robin. Eddie gives her a wave, and then shoves his hands in his pockets as Steve approaches, grinning.

"Hey, man. Thanks for coming," Steve says, slinging his arm around Eddie's shoulders, walking him towards the shelter. "It's been a while."

And it has been a few months. There's no rhyme or reason to when they might get something they can't take care of at the shelter. But when they call, Eddie gets to see Steve and nurse his pathetic crush that's been building over the past two years.

Eddie hates that this is the biggest reason he keeps saying yes. Getting to be near Steve, feeling helpful, and yes, all the friendly touches. He definitely doesn't hate those.

Steve lets go to open the door, and leads Eddie through the maze of the place. Past all the run-of-the-mill animals, to the dungeon. At least, that's what Eddie calls it.

In a too small saltwater tank, is an octopus. 

"Oh hell no," Eddie laughs, "you want me to be the jailer for that brilliant escape artist?"

Steve giggles, "Hence the rocks on the lid. This is Houdini. We know what she can do. Apparently, she kept breaking into all the tanks near her, eating the inhabitants, then slinking back into her own tank like nothing had happened. It was a real aquatic mystery, until they set up a camera and caught her in the act."

Eddie grins, and looks at her, watching her flash, changing colors and then back again, "Smart little asshole. You're resourceful, ain't you, honey?" Eddie asks her, watching as she moves through the water.

"You'll take her?" Steve asks, looking hopeful.

"Of course," Eddie answers, "you'll just have to let me get something set up for her. I have a saltwater tank cycled that'll be big enough, which is lucky. I'm sure you don't want to keep her here for three months. But I'll need to do some shuffling, and reinforcing. They're like cats. Liquids that cannot be contained."

Steve laughs. 

"How old is she?" Eddie asks, because they don't live long, as sad as that is. He wants to be prepared. She's definitely not a long term commitment, not like Irv the tortoise, or Jimmy the parrot or Heqet the African clawed frog. Those are decades long commitments, if the right home never comes along. 

Steve isn't sure, which isn't uncommon for the things that they sometimes just find dropped off on their front step.

At least Houdini has some backstory. That's not always a given.

Gareth comes home, still pissy. Margaritaville isn't playing, so that's a plus. Eddie prepared for this, though. Bribes work on Gareth.

"There's booze in the blender," he teases, at least this time out of Jimmy's earshot.

"Okay, I might forgive you. Show me what you've got first. Direwolf? Slimer? Harry from the Hendersons?"

Eddie laughs, "I don't have her yet. It's an octopus."

"Oh. That's not so bad," Gareth says, salting the rim, then pouring himself a margarita that Eddie was heavy handed with the good tequila in as an apology.

"We have to move Pennywise and pals," Eddie admits, and Gareth groans. He hates fish tank business. 

"We can do it," he reassures, "eat a taco. You'll feel better."

Eddie stopped and picked up the tacos they both like, and they sit and eat, splitting the pitcher of margaritas until they're both tipsy.

"I just," Gareth says, "I don't mind the animals. But women don't want to come here."

Eddie can't be mad at him for telling the truth. He knows. Men don't want to come here either.

"Goodie said I could move in with him," Gareth says, and Eddie feels his stomach drop, "for a price."

"You'll kill each other," Eddie says.

"I know," Gareth answers, "I'm not going anywhere. But this house is a real cockblock."

"Tell me about it," Eddie sighs, "I'm not doing any better."

He knows Gareth knows that, too. But these animals don't have anywhere else to go. He doesn't want them destroyed just because their previous owners didn't take good care of them.

"At least you have Steve," Gareth says, poking at him over his crush.

"I wish," Eddie says. 

He wants Steve, but that's a pipe dream. 

Eddie rolls over, blinking. Trying to reorient. He picks up his phone, and peers at the screen. The security camera notification woke him up. David is sitting on the back patio. Waiting.

So, Eddie crawls out of bed. Throws on a t-shirt over his boxers, sliding on shoes. 

Pulling open the sliding glass door, he asks, "Hey, buddy, where you been? It's been a few days, let me get you some food," Eddie tells the plump raccoon and heads back to the kitchen to make peanut butter sandwiches, and fetch fresh water as well as some other snacks. He isn't technically Eddie's, but he can't stand to see any creature go hungry. 

So, fed he'll be. 

Even if he shows up at three in the goddamn morning.

A few days later Eddie calls to let Steve know his saltwater tank is ready that Gareth nearly killed him for trying to set up the first time. Too much chemistry.

"Want me to deliver her?" Steve asks, and Eddie pauses. Steve wants to come to his house? He's never been to his house before. Eddie comes to him. That's the deal. Nobody wants to come here.

"I mean, if you want, but if you don't have time, I can make my roommate come with me to come get her," Eddie offers.

Steve insists, so Eddie starts to tell him his address, before he realizes Steve knows. It's on every application, every foster agreement he's ever signed.

"But you already know that," Eddie laughs.

"I do," Steve answers, "but it's less creepy this way."

Two hours later, Steve's on his doorstep with Houdini. They start the process to get her drip acclimated into the bigger tank.

"Wow. This is," Steve says, and Eddie can see him looking all over the room and the rest of the sentence goes unsaid. It's a lot to take in. Aquariums, cages, habitats all over the place. Steve had to know. He's the one that keeps calling Eddie to pick up these exotic and hard to place animals. 

"Pretty, pretty," Jimmy Buffett coos, dancing in his cage, looking at Steve.

Well, he's not wrong. Just embarrassing Eddie for fun, undoubtedly. Like an unruly five-year-old.

"C'mere, dingus," he mimics, and Steve tosses back his head and laughs. 

"He sounds just like Robin," Steve says, and approaches her cage, "I can believe you remember me. Hi, Jimmy."

"Hi, Jimmy," the bird mimics back, "Get me a beer."

"No beer. Want a full tour?" Eddie offers Steve. Just as well show him all the crazy. 

And he does, guiding Steve room-to-room.

When he sees the large enclosure in the corner of the spare bedroom, he stops, "Holy shit."

It's kinda crazy. Half water, half land, home to the dwarf caiman Steve though was a baby alligator when it was dumped on their step. 

Eddie couldn't house an alligator. He doesn't have the space, or experience. But a dwarf caiman? Totally doable, after a small construction project that Gareth, Jeff and Goodie bitched about the entire time.

Goodie hates her, but she does like to grumble and hiss, especially at him.

"She's a bitch," Eddie says with affection, but he's sure he's stuck with her for the rest of her life. Which is fine. He wants to find nearly everything that turns up here a good fit for a permanent home, elsewhere. That doesn't always work out. 

Most, if not all of them, were pets somebody got in over their head with. It's sad.

Steve doesn't seem scared, or disgusted, like a lot of people. Not even annoyed, like Gareth. Who honestly rolls with it better than most. He's not scared, at least. Eddie knows this funhouse of creatures is why he's single. Like, he can hookup with a guy here and there, but as soon as they get to the point that he needs to bring him home, shit goes south, quick. Nobody wants to sleep in a room with a frog singing, or watch TV with a chatty beach bum parrot.

He can't have everything, he's chosen this, and that's okay. 

Steve is looking in each enclosure, and then he comes up to one of the enclosures in Eddie's bedroom, peering down inside, "Oh, wow. Hi, there, I don't believe I know you."

Eddie grins, looking down into the tortoise enclosure, "That's Irv. He was my grandpa's. My first experience with reptiles. I inherited him when my Uncle Wayne declined the opportunity to raise another beast," Eddie says with all the affection in the world. Wayne raised him. A tortoise, though? Not for him.

Steve laughs, and Eddie smiles at him.

"How old?" Steve asks.

"Forty-ish?" Eddie answers. Older than Eddie, definitely, but he's not a hundred percent for sure. He's just been able to trace photos back that far, at least.

"Amazing," Steve says, and Eddie's even more smitten. Steve doesn't seem grossed out by anything he's been confronted with so far in this house. Eddie shouldn't be surprised. He knows how much time Steve puts in at the shelter, Eddie just assumed he preferred the fuzzy, domesticated pets. Most people do.

Houdini is ready to be released into the bigger tank, and she immediately inks. It's expected. Eddie skims it out of the water, not wanting her to suffocate, and then secures the heavy lid. Flipping the new latches. She's sure pretty. 

Steve meanders back towards the front door, and Eddie is sorry to see him go.

"Stop by again, if you want to visit. I'm sure Jimmy would be thrilled to lay eyes on you," and if on command, Jimmy gives a wolf whistle. They both laugh, "See?"

Then, Steve steps out onto the front porch, seems to change his mind, and steps back inside, "Okay. If I'm off-base, ignore me," Steve says, and Eddie feels the blood rushing to his cheeks.

No way.

"But. Would you maybe want to go out sometime?" Steve asks, and he looks so shy. Steve's never looked shy.

"Yes," Eddie says, taking a step closer, "fuck. Yes. Of course."

And Steve laughs, seemingly relieved. Eddie can't believe this guy wants to go on a date with him, especially after seeing his little shop of horrors. 

"Thank god," Steve says, "I've felt the vibes. I thought? But I didn't want to scare off my best shelter ally if I was wrong."

"You weren't wrong," Eddie reassures, and Steve smiles, big and bright. Eddie wants to lock this down. "Tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night," Steve agrees.

Drinks, dinner and now Steve's standing in Eddie's bedroom shedding his shirt. 

"Pretty, pretty," Eddie says, mimicking the parrot, and Steve giggles.

Then he drops his jeans, and scoots up Eddie's bed.

Eddie just stares. He's gorgeous, and so fucking confident that Eddie's going crazy. He wants him, he needs him, fuck, maybe he loves him.

He damn well wants to find out if this could be something. Something great, maybe.

So, he pulls his own clothes off, and then crawls on top of Steve, pressing him back into the sheets.

After, they lay shoulder-to-shoulder, Heqet singing a mechanical underwater buzzing sound.

"That's soothing," Steve says, and yeah. Eddie's heart is gone.

Steve bolts upright, startled, and Eddie lays a hand on his back, "Sorry. It's okay. I'll be back. Another animal to feed."

But Steve slides out of bed behind him, and Eddie is so goddamn smitten by this man. 

"What is it?" Steve questions.

"David. My big dirty raccoon," Eddie explains, and doles out the snacky snacks he brought out to the patio.

Steve giggles, quoting, "Eww, David."

And Eddie grins. Exactly. Steve gets the reference, and Eddie's fucking enamored with this man that crawled out of his bed in the middle of the night to watch a raccoon wash his finger sandwiches in water.

Steve hugs him from behind, chin on his shoulder, and Eddie's so goddamn happy.

In the morning, Steve helps him feed and tend to all the different animals.

"Gareth's gonna be jealous," Eddie teases, "he can't find a woman to come back here to feed his snake."

Steve snorts, then makes a thinking face, looking over at Eddie, "You know. I actually know someone at the shelter. Dr. Dawlsen."

"Robin?" Eddie asks.

Steve cackles, making Jimmy squawk, "No. She's a lesbian. And not a vet."

"Oh. That all tracks," Eddie says, and Steve just grins.

Gareth comes out of his room, sees Steve, and rolls his eyes. 

"Hey!" Steve demands, and Gareth looks at him. Steve snaps a couple pictures on his phone. 

"What the fuck was that?" Gareth asks.

"Smile. He thinks he might have a lady doctor to set you up with that wouldn't run screaming from our menagerie."

"Vet, not gyno," Steve clarifies. 

"Don't care. Carry on," Gareth says, preening like he's the fancy bird in the room.

Then, Steve's gotta go, "Well, I had fun. Let's do it again. And again."

Hell fucking yes. 

"You're not gonna run for the hills?" Eddie teases, slinging his arms around Steve's neck, pressing their lips together again.

"Not a chance," Steve answers, nuzzling into Eddie's neck, "I like your wild kingdom. Kindness towards animals? Especially these animals? Such a turn on."

When Steve pulls back, Eddie grins, pulling his hair over his mouth. 

"Tonight?" Steve asks.

And Eddie nods. Tonight. Absolutely.

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Notes: Title is a play on the lyrics from the Jimmy Buffett song Like My Dog, and obviously his Margaritaville played a role in the fic itself.

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Little bunnies- H.HJ

Happy Easter for those who celebrate it! I really hope from this point on you all experience renewal in your lives. I can't give you chocolate so accept this sweet fic as a gift 🐰 💜

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: a little tiny bit suggestive

Alexa, play Stuck with U by Ariana Grande

You had barely gotten your second foot through the door before your sister flew past you like she was on fire with her purse swinging, keys in hand, eyes wide with parental desperation.

“Thank you, thank you! You’re literal angels!”, she shouted over her shoulder, “I’ll be back before midnight… maybe”.

“Wait! We didn’t say…”

But the door had already slammed shut.

You stood frozen in the hallway with your boyfriend, Hyunjin, blinking in the silence that followed.

“She really just… left”, you muttered, “No warning. No ‘hi’. Not even a ‘by the way, please watch my hyperactive children today’ ”

“Well…” Hyunjin said, glancing around, “she did thank us, tho”.

You turned to him, completely stunned, “We weren’t here to babysit! We just came over to drop off Easter chocolate!”

He blinked, “At least we still have chocolate…”

You stared at him, your gaze screaming that if he didn't shut up, he was going to end in the air fryer.

From the hallway, two little figures with tiny faces and bright eyes peeked around the corner.

“Uncle Hyunjinnnn!”

Your nephews charged at full speed into his legs like tiny missiles. Hyunjin barely had time to react before he was wrapped in hugs and being tugged toward the living room.

“Oh!”, he laughed, eyes wide with surprise, “Okay, okay! Hello! I guess we’re doing this”

“Hyunjin…”

He turned to look at you with the softest smile, one kid already climbing his back like a tree. “Babe, look at them. I can’t say no to squishy faces. Also, they think I’m cool, let me have this”.

You crossed your arms, “We were supposed to have a date night”

“Is it my fault I’m so popular with the under six crowd?”

You were about to groan when one of the kids looked up and asked, “Are you here to play with us?”

Hyunjin placed a hand on his chest, gasping dramatically. “Play?! Oh, no. We are here to create the most legendary egg hunt of your entire lives!”

Their jaws dropped like they’d just met the Easter Bunny itself.

He turned to you, eyes just as mischievous as your nephew’s, “Right, Auntie Yn?”

You sighed, “I guess the dinner reservation can wait”

“Yay! Thank you. I promise I’ll make this fun”

And he really did.

Before the egg hunt began, Hyunjin declared in complete seriousness that all egg hunters must become bunnies first. He found an old craft box tucked in the hallway closet filled with paint sticks, cotton balls, and craft paper. And just like that, the chaos began.

He tied your sister’s socks into makeshift bunny ears with string, plopping them on the kids heads like royal crowns. You sat them at the kitchen table while he handed out face paint brushes like sacred tools.

“I am the Bunny Master”, he announced dramatically, holding up an eyeliner pencil like a holy artifact, “You must earn your whiskers”

Within minutes, the kitchen was filled with giggles, smudges of white paint, and asymmetric pink noses. One of the kids painted an extra whisker on Hyunjin’s cheek, and he acted like he’d just been knighted.

“Babe, you need whiskers too”, he insisted, laughing, grabbing a brush and marking your face with perfect lines. “There. Now we’re an elite bunny squad”.

You peeked at your reflection in the microwave door and laughed, “I look ridiculous”.

“You look adorably ridiculous”, he corrected, “Very believable bunny energy”.

Once everyone's faces were painted and ears were flopping, Hyunjin gave them a “top secret” mission briefing in a low, spy movie voice tone. The kids practically vibrated with excitement.

Then it was on. Hyunjin hopped around the living room, hiding eggs in plants and under couch cushions, fake gasping whenever the kids got close to his secret stash. You played as cleanup crew and referee, trying not to fall over laughing when he hid one egg in his hair bun and pretended to be shocked when they found it.

You sat back and watched as he let one of the kids climb onto his back for a better view of the bookshelf stash. He laughed full of warmth and joy.

And somehow, against all odds, this was better than date night.

Eventually, the kids crashed hard. They sprawled out on the living room floor, surrounded by empty eggs, chocolate smudges on their cheeks and fingers. One of them used Hyunjin’s arm as a pillow, “That was the best hunt ever”, he mumbled into your boyfriend's shoulder.

The other curled up beside him, half asleep, yawning, "Yeah… uncle Hyunjin, where do babies come from?”

Hyunjin blinked, “Uhhh…”, then he glanced at you for help. You stared back, helplessly amused.

He blinked again, unsure but only for a second. “From eggs”. He said with confidence, stroking the boy’s hair, “Magical eggs. Just like baby birds. Don’t tell your parents”.

The kids nodded like that made perfect sense before falling asleep in his arms.

You pressed a hand to your mouth to muffle a laugh. Hyunjin raised an eyebrow at you and mouthed a ‘what?’, like he just had delivered the best science lesson ever.

You walked over and sat beside him as he gently adjusted their heads on pillows. “That answer was so chaotic”, you whispered.

“I panicked”, he whispered back, grinning.

You reached over and brushed a bit of glitter off his cheek. “You’re kind of amazing at this”, you said softly.

He leaned into your touch, voice quieter now, “I like them. They’re kind of hilarious. And weirdly wise”

You watched him for a moment. He had his hair messy, cheeks streaked with marker, and chest full of love.

“I’m sorry for being annoyed earlier" you said quietly.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “It’s okay. This wasn’t the afternoon we planned… but I think it turned out even better”

You kissed him gently, “You’re right”

Then, with a sly look in his eyes, he added, “They’re asleep now, you know?”

You raised an eyebrow, “So?”

He continued, lowering his voice, lips brushing your ear, “Why don’t we sneak into the guest room and make our own little bunnies?”

Your jaw dropped, “Did you just…?”

“I’m just saying”, he shrugged dramatically, “You already saw my parenting potential. Might as well seal the deal”.

You gasped, poking his shoulder, “Hyunjin!”

“What!?”, he said, scandalized, “It’s thematic!”

You burst out laughing, “Are you really flirting with me after a day of babysitting?”

“Absolutely. Nothing gets me going like chaos and hidden chocolate”

“You are ridiculous”

“Ridiculously charming”, he corrected, offering his hand, “Shall we, my bunny making partner?”

You took it, giggling, “Let’s go before they wake up and ask where babies come from again”.

“Next time I’m telling them it’s magic beans”, he muttered.

He stood up, scooping a blanket from the couch to drape over the kids. Then he reached for your hand, and led you toward the bedroom with a smile that made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky you’re cute”, you whispered.

“Lucky?! Babe, I’m the Bunny Master. I am the prize”

The door shut quietly behind you, and the house fell into a rare silence. But not for too long.

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[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 48

Danny and Roy where on a stakeout, they had been perched on top of a building overlooking a warehouse for an hour with nothing happening. Roy has playing with the string of his bow, and Danny was getting bored.

Danny: Hey dad.

Roy (still getting used to Danny calling him dad): Yeah?

Danny: How did you and Dad fall in love?

Roy: Why don't you ask him?

Danny (raising an eyebrow): Have you met your boyfriend?

Roy: Ok that's fair... Ok, I'll tell you, but you can't tell Jason.

Danny (smiling): Deal!

Roy: I met your dad when he was still Robin and I Red Arrow. We were friends, but wouldn't say close. When he died it was a big shock to all of us. We all knew the risk of our line of work, but to everyone loosing such a young hero was a lot. Then six months later when he came back to life I was so happy to have my friend back.

Danny: You two got close after that?

Roy: Yeah, it was after that, that we started to become closer, and each other's best friends. Later Jason invited me, Artemis, and Bizarro to join a team he was forming the Outlaws. I happily joined, under a new name Arsenal. Things remained the same for a few years. Three years ago I had my drunken one night stand with Jade resulting in Lian. Jason was disappointed in me, but still supported me during Lian's early months.

Danny: Aww.

Roy: Yeah, I was so happy to have some help, not saying Oliver didn't help, but it was nice to have Jason around. As for us falling in love it was about a year ago. We were at the Outlaws base when we decided to wrestle.

Danny: Wrestle?

Roy (blushing): Just wrestle. We went at it for a while till Jason managed to pin me down and I conceded the match. I looked up at him and just knew I was a goner. I kept my feelings to myself, not wanting to sick losing my best friend, plus there was Lian, having him help me out once in a while is very different from becoming a stepfather. Still a few weeks later we both found ourselves back at base after a patrol. We were both exhausted, and somehow we started joke flirting, one thing lead to another and we ended up... "wrestling."

Danny: Wow, so much for being exhausted.

Roy: The human body is weird like that. So the following morning we both talked and we confessed to each other. I brought up Lian and Jason told me that he loved us both and that he would be the best possible stepfather to Lian as he could. So yeah after that we became a couple, no official label, just friends with benefits. Roy looked at Danny. Then a few months later Jason told me that he took on a sidekick. Then a month later that he adopted said sidekick.

Danny (smiling): What can I saw I made a good sidekick.

Roy: Yeah you do. So after that Jason and I kept doing our thing till we just agreed to become official and move i together with out kids. So there you have it.

Danny: Beautiful.

Roy: Yeah, I love Jason so much.

Roy and Danny smiled at each other.

Jason: Ahem, did you two forget your comms are on?

Roy and Danny: ...

Jason: You two are lucky I love you.

Danny: Come on I should know how my dads fell in love.

Jason: You do and honestly you all had to do is ask. I know I don't often express my feelings but I would have told you the story. Nevertheless you are both banned from the cookie jar, two weeks.

Roy and Danny: Ok...

(Master Post)

[itsabouttimex2]

Do you think that Tang Sanzang was abusive? I see it in the fandom a lot and it’s pretty contentious

The reason people think that LMK!Sanzang is abusive is because the circlet makes no sense outside the context of Sun Wukong being a borderline supervillain, and using a heavenly restraining bolt (That’s putting it kindly, of course. There’s been comparisons to shock collars, which are unflattering but not entirely unfair. Still, let’s be fair to the intention and not simply the execution of the circlet- it was to keep Wukong from murdering people/running away from the journey.) on someone who has already been punished for his wrongdoings for five full centuries is excessive as best, viciously petty at worst.

Outside of the context of Sun Wukong being a borderline supervillain, I’ll repeat.

I’m going to level right here- I think that in the book, the circlet was entirely justified, and that calling Sanzang an abuser for that is silly. But LMK is not the book, and I think it’s also silly to try and use JTTW-specific writing when people are talking about LMK. What Book!Sun Wukong is not what Show!Sun Wukong did, because the two of them are different characters in different stories. Not only that, but the tone and genre of those stories are wildly different, and I’m so tired of people being willfully ignorant to the fact that LMK is a divergent adaptation.

To start: Sun Wukong did nothing to earn the circlet.

Not in the form of “Sun Wukong has never done anything wrong ever in his life!” but really more so in the form of “Does anything in that picture up above seem wrong to you?”

And if there is something that seems off… good job! You’ve noticed a critical change from book to show!

Among the LMK fandom there’s this misconception that Wukong got the circlet because he assaulted Heaven and tried to take it over, but… no. His punishment for that was being locked under Five Phases Mountain, and then when he was released under the premise of guiding Sanzang, that was it. Punishment over. So, what did Wukong do to “earn” his collaring?

One- Smash a non-threatening tiger’s head into pulp and skin it right in front of Sanzang, then string the fur around himself.

Two- round up six people who are currently not a threat to him and beat them all to death in front of his new master.

Three- admit to his master’s face that he honestly doesn’t even remember how many people he’s killed through his life, without a speck of shame or remorse.

Four: Throw a fit and run away to sulk. I’m not fucking with you- it takes being lectured of all ONE time before he quits and gives up on self-betterment, and has to be talked into rejoining by a draconic king.

In Journey To The West, the Monkey King, well- he’s not that great of a person. In fact, he’s pretty damn bad. And he’s quite blunt about it, too. Old Sun really likes to talk in great detail about how many people he’s killed, eaten, and in general just been an absolute menace to. JTTW!Sun Wukong saw that he needed to convince his master that the girl (actually the White Bone Spirit) he killed was a demon in disguise and decided that the best way to do it was… to level out how many times he had murdered people by transforming into enticing forms.

(Source for content and translation.)

Not a good look for you, buddy.

Under the context of Sun Wukong being able, willing, and quick to murder indiscriminately, oftentimes without explanation or even giving a second thought to alternative options, the circlet as a safeguard makes sense, and Sanzang seems rational to turn to using it because not only is there not really anything else he can do, but because we get to see the Monkey King acting like someone who needs a torture circlet to keep him in check, we give him more slack for doing it.

That’s important!

If (Char A) is going to string (Char B) up with a divine shock collar but still be someone we sympathize and agree with, then (Char A) needs to have a very good reason to do it.

JTTW!Sun Wukong has that reason.

He kills people. He kills people for fun, for food, for pissing him off, for causing him trouble.

But LMK!Sun Wukong is not a killer, he’s not a cannibal, and he’s certainly not the threat that his book counterpart ever was.

When this doesn’t earn you a collar?

When butchering and serving up mortals to a horde of hungry demons more than a mile long doesn’t get you the collar, but leading a bloodless siege on Heaven does?

And speaking of blood!

Here is only one shot of the literal mountains of death that Sha Wujing built! He murdered hundreds, maybe thousands of people! And he was still going for more!

When this doesn’t get you a collar? When murder and butchery and the eating of mortals doesn’t get you a collar? When mountains of death don’t get you a collar?

But this does?

Well. That makes Heaven seem a little less reasonable.

Now, this isn’t me saying Wukong should’ve been let off the hook for trying to take over an entire realm, nor be given an immediate pass for ransacking the heavens! He caused trouble, stole things, and made a mess of the whole place! And then he led a siege against it!

No, this is me saying that the writing has accidentally predisposed the audience to think of the Celestial Realm as sort of. Well. Biased to themselves. And that could work, if the show was willing to explore it!

Is a realm’s first duty to itself, regardless of how bad things are down below? It is just incredibly hard to maintain protection of a mortal realm when it’s so much wider and more expansive than their own? Do they question if deities should even be expected to involve themselves in the lives of mortals? Do they think it’s wrong to interfere in mortal affairs? Is there a vague non-interference clause to prevent both good and evil from tipping the scales? Do they literally just not have time to help more than by the bare minimum because their heavenly duties keep them busy?

That sort of exploration could easily lean to people sympathizing with them; and thus by extension the very monk who carries out their will by journeying with his disciples, but they don’t.

In general the Celestial Realm is entirely predisposed to their own (mostly) idyllic happenings, and every time we go there it’s populated with generic armored jobbers or copy-pasted background NPCs… when it’s not gapingly empty and bare.

When the Celestial Realm legitimately is incompetent, faceless, empty, and weak? It accidentally lends sympathy to the Azure Lion’s cause by kind of… proving him right?

So not only does the Brotherhood’s act of rebellion seem less bad by manner of nearly emptying the Celestial Realm of competent/sympathetic figures, it also seems almost justified. All we ever see these guys do is stuff their faces, lose their fights, stand around doing nothing, or fuck around in heavenly leisure while the realm below is inundated with demonic threats that they never interfere to help with!

If it hadn’t been for the “Actually Azure was delusional all along and also the Jade Emperor’s power isn’t made for him!!” twist then really, what exactly is so bad about someone saying “This realm has lounged in luxury long enough!” and then deciding to take it over to help the little guys who are getting eaten by the dozens?

(I mean, just take Azure and replace him with someone like MK, with the same justification and goal, and you can imagine a lot of the fanbase agreeing, right?)

(Even Nezha, much as I adore him, only gets involved when his realm is involved first, not out of the desire to protect innocent life!)

So, when you cut away almost all of the bad things that Sun Wukong has done, accidentally make the rebellion he was partaking in seem legitimately fair by making the target incompetent, strip away the methods by which Wukong establishes his character to Sanzang that justify his willingness to use a divine implement of torture, make two of his brothers worse in comparison without giving them equal methods of restraint?

Well. The intention might not have been for him to be abusive, and I think intentions are important to keep in mind!

This is clearly not meant to be a victim of abuse. Sun Wukong’s love for his master and brothers is played entirely straight. He’s supposed to be uplifted and bettered by his relationship with them. He adores and loves and misses them.

But it’s not wrong to feel iffy about the execution, either.

Because the writers did take out all the justification behind Wukong getting his circlet. They did have Sanzang snap the circlet onto Wukong before the monkey got a chance to make any mistakes, essentially stringing him from one punishment into the next without giving him a chance to see that the first punishment has changed or helped him grow. They did make his brothers far more violent and deadly than him and not address that.

And it’s not wrong to have a worse view of Tang Sanzang as a result of that! It’s not wrong to have a negative perspective of the monk when you look at his actions from an LMK perspective, because LMK!Sanzang is NOT the same as JTTW!Sanzang, and he simply does not have the same justifications behind his actions that the book version does.

I don’t think he was abusive, at least. But I also wouldn’t blame someone for having a negative view of him.

TLDR: Intentions good, execution somewhat iffy.

[xxspringmelodyxx]

When They’re Needy~

Feat: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Fingering, squirting, overstimulation, oral (female and male receiving), spanking, edging, bondage

Satoru Gojo

”S’toru~ Y-You’re going too fast~” I moaned out as he thrust his fingers in and out of me at such a quick pace.

“You look so good sitting on my lap, princess. Look at your pretty pussy just taking my fingers in so well~” He cooed into my ear.

His thumb moved up to rub against my already sensitive clit, making my back arch into him.

One of my hands wrapped around his wrist, trying desperately to get him to slow down just a bit.

“P-Please, Toru~”

I begged, trying to move away from his fingers as the pleasure I was feeling was overwhelming. But his hand just followed me, going quicker.

”’Toru~ Please. It’s too much.” I whined, feeling the blood rush all throughout my body.

His free hand trailed up my body to the nape of my neck. He then proceeded to grab a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. He forced me to sit back down on his lap so that he could get his fingers deeper inside of me, curling them and rubbing just the right spots so that I was seeing stars.

”Toru!” I moaned out loud.

He planted numerous kisses on my neck, making sure to suck and bite at any spot he touched.

“Fuck, you’re so invigorating” he moaned

“I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you!” He spoke in your neck, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

“Toru…I’m…im-“

“Yeah? You wanna cum for me baby? You’re gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, licking up your neck to your mouth, planting his lips on yours in a messy kiss.

“Mmmm, yes Toru~”

His fingers hit a spot inside of you that made you claw at his back, making him hiss in both pain and pleasure.

“Cum baby….cum~” he spoke, forcing his tongue in your mouth.

And within a few seconds, the coil within you snapped. You came undone all over his fingers, squirting on his lap and the bed.

You both moaned into each other's mouths, feeling like you both were flying.

After you came down from your high, you both pulled away, leaving only a string of saliva connecting between the two of you.

Toru stared at your blissed out face, getting more and more turned on.

“You are so beautiful, baby~”

He spoke, kissing your teary eyes.

“So, so beautiful~ he said, holding you close to him.

He slowly removed his soaked fingers, placing them in his mouth.

He hummed in ecstasy, loving the taste you left for him.

“You taste so good, baby~” He whispered in your ear, making your hips involuntarily buck.

”Toru~” You whined, placing your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him close to you.

”I need you so bad. I need you inside of me. Please~” You whined, your pussy aching for something more.

Toru’s eyes darkened as you spoke those dangerous words.

”Are…are you sure, y/n?” He asked, hoping you were.

You nodded your head, needy for him.

“yes, Toru~ Please~ I need you so bad~” You moaned in his ear.

He quickly pushed you down onto the bed, pining you between his arms.

”Be prepared, my love. We won’t be getting much sleep tonight~”

*******

Suguru Geto

“Suguuuu~” You moaned out loud, trying to push his head away from your dripping pussy.

”Just a bit more, my love. Come on, you can take it. I need this. Please~” He moaned on your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You’ve lost count at how many times you’ve come on his face. Four times? Six times? Maybe eight? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you were so close to passing out from the constant, nonstop pleasure that he was giving you. His arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, making sure you aren’t able to move. Your hands on the headboard, the only thing keeping you grounded. His tongue…of fuck his tongue.

He was a master at this. Every movement was a fluid and perfect motion that always kept you on edge.

He would go inside then outside, tongue fucking you for a little bit, mostly to just get more of your sweet nectar out. Then when he wanted to hear you moan and cry out his name, he would move it to your overstimulated clit, rapidly flicking his tongue back and forth, pressing down on it to give you the maximum amount of pleasure you could possibly receive.

”Suguru~ Suguru~Suguru~” was all you could moan out. You were drunk from the pleasure and all that was on your mind was him. His masculine smell, his beautiful voice, his handsome face, everything about him. It was running through your mind like crazy.

He would give you a little spank every now and then when you would try to pull up from him, forcing you to sit back down on his face.

“Bad girl. Now sit still and take it~” He spoke, sticking his tongue into your tight hole. He began to move his face up and down at the same time, allowing his nose to rub against your clit, causing you to tighten around his tongue.

You ran one of your hands through his hair, accepting your fate and just enjoying it.

“Suguuu, your mouth feels so good~” You moaned loudly. You tugged at his hair strands, emitting a moan from him as well, sending vibrations through your body once again.

“I…I feel it again. I’m gonna cum again, Sugu.”

He smirked as he removed his tongue and placed it flat on your clit, slowly going up and down.

”Fuck. Don’t slow down! Please! Not when I’m so close…” You begged

”Mmmm? I thought you said you couldn’t do this anymore?” He teased.

”Suguru, don’t tease me! I can take it. I know I can. Now please just make me cum. I’m begging you. Don’t stop now~” You whined

Ah, Music to his ears. Hearing his sweet, innocent girl begging him for more.

”As you wish, my dear~”

He quickly got back to work and ran his tongue across your clit, going at a rapid pace this time.

It only took a matter of seconds before you finally released all over his face, covering his mouth with your sweet essence.

“Oh, my love, you taste absolutely divine~”

He spoke, removing his mouth from your slick and glistening pussy. He let you catch your breath, looking up at the sight of you, feeling his poor cock twitch in agony. It needed attention, and it needed it now.

“How about we move on to the next round, my dear?” He asked, picking you up off of his face.

“Next round??” You said with shock as he flipped you both around so that your back was on the bed, while he pinned you underneath him.

“You didn’t think it was over after that last one, did you?” He asked, caressing your face with such love and care.

He planted a single kiss on your lips before aligning himself with you.

”Just a couple more should do it.” He spoke

******

Kento Nanami

I laid over Kento’s lap as he spanked me.

”Such a bad girl, teasing me all day when you know I was busy with work.” He spoke, giving you another spank.

”Ngh, I’m sorry Ken~ I-I was just trying to tease you!” You spoke, feeling your pussy drip from him.

”All day, all I could think about was just stuffing you full with my cock. Seeing you writhe underneath me as you struggled to take it in. Seeing your eyes tear up from all the pleasure I’m giving you. Fuck, I’m glad I didn’t have any meetings to go to.” He spoke, using his other hand to wrap around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze as he held you up horizontally to see your face.

”Now look at you. Getting punished just because you couldn’t wait.” He said

He slowly moved his fingers from your ass cheek right to where your cute, dripping pussy is.

“She’s just begging to have something inside of her isn’t she?” He spoke, moving his fingers down to your clit, giving it a little pinch.

”Kento~” You moaned.

He removed his hand from your clit and spanked you again, making you moan out in both pain and pleasure.

”You’re not allowed to make one noise. If you do, you won't get to cum.” He ordered, making you nod and bite your lips so you don’t make a noise.

He then went back to your pussy and quickly inserted two fingers, stretching you out and curling his fingers.

You clenched your fists, trying so hard not to make a noise.

But Kento wasn’t just going to let you go so easy. He wanted you to actually work for your climax. After all, you were the bad girl.

He didn’t waste any time and got to work with his fingers. His thumb violently rubbing at your clit, his fingers working their magic inside your cunt.

He was going at a speed you couldn’t even comprehend. All you knew was that the pleasure was too much. Tears were already starting to form in your eyes, and that familiar knot was beginning to form in your lower stomach, dangerously close to releasing just like that.

You bit your lips hard to try and stifle any noise coming from you. But ultimately, you fail as he sticks a third finger in, causing a slight moan and shiver to come out of your mouth.

Within half a second, Kento stops what he’s doing, causing your climax to slowly disappear.

”Kento!” You whined, trying to hold onto that pleasurable feeling.

He then removed his fingers and gave you another spank.

”No noise! I gave you an order, and yet you disobeyed it. Now, you don’t get to cum. Let’s try again, shall we?” He asked, pumping his fingers right back inside of you. He wasn’t slow with it either. No, in fact it was quite the opposite. The sound of your pussy mixing with his fingers gave out the most lewdest of sounds. It was so hot, especially with him acting so dominant. All of it was so enough to get you close again. Unfortunately, this time, he pinched your clit, making you release yet another noise, causing him to stop.

“Oh, my sweet, disobedient girl. Tonight I am going to make sure you regret teasing me all day. Now, where were we~” He spoke, going back to working on your dripping wet pussy.

*****

Choso Kamo

“Oh fuck, Y/n~ Your mouth feels so good.” Choso moaned out loud. The feeling of your tongue swirling round his sensitive cock was something new to him, but he definitely loved it. The way your cheeks hollow out just a bit as you suck him off, making sure to give him as much pleasure as he can take.

“Yeah~ You like this, Choso? The way my tongue starts down at the base…” You start, licking around the lower area of his dick, slowly licking up. You traced his vein popping out, going over it several times, seeing him twitch.

”Mmm. Y-yes, it feels…really good~” He said, trying to keep his composure.

You smirked, wrapping your other hand around him, rubbing up and down as you licked your way to his tip.

”And what about this?” You asked, looking up at him with innocent looking eyes as you run your tongue back and forth along his tip. His head falls back as he feels your tongue on his most sensitive area.

You then place your mouth over his tip, swirling your tongue around it again. You begin to pump your fist up and down, slowly speeding up.

”’s so good. You…you feel so nice around my c-cock.” He whined, his hand wrapping itself up in your hair. He began to tug at your strands, trying not to push you down and let you go at your own pace.

”You’ve been so needy lately, Cho~It’s only right that your loving girl helps fix that for you.” You spoke, sucking him harder.

No matter what, you wanted him to cum in your mouth. He deserves it after all. He’s such a good boy, such a sweet boy just for you.

”I want you to use me, Cho~ I want to make you feel good. I want to make you cum for me~” You spoke, eliciting such beautiful noises from his mouth.

”Don’t be afraid, baby. It’s okay.” You spoke, feeling his hand hesitate from pushing you down. You quickly took your mouth off of him, giving his tip a quick little kiss before going back to wrapping your mouth around him.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He needed you, and he needed you badly. He pushed your head down to the base of his shaft, causing you to gag a bit on his cock. Tears began to fall down your eyes from the sudden change, but you didn’t care. You looked up at your love and saw how blissed out he was…all from you. You closed your eyes, breathing in and out through your nose as he pumped your head up and down faster. You knew he was close, so fucking close to letting it all go.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” He moaned out loud, his eyes closing as they rolled to the back of his head.

Within seconds, he couldn’t hold it back anymore and released his seed inside of your mouth.

You took it all in, trying not to let anything drop. You looked up at him, swallowing all of it, making sure he could see it going down your throat. He gulped a bit, his eyes going dark as they filled with pure lust for you. You looked so hot doing that. And he wanted more. He wanted as much as he could take.

“My turn~” He spoke, pushing you down

*****

Toji Fushiguro

“Toji!” You moaned, your chest arching into him as he slammed his cock into you.

You tried to break free of the ties he had around your wrists, desperate to hold onto him, but they didn’t budge one bit.

“Awe, is my poor baby trying to escape?” He teased as his other hand went down to you rub your swollen clit. You yelled out in pleasure, feeling tingles run up your entire body.

“P-Please Toji~ Please take these off so I can hold onto you!” You begged, but he wouldn’t listen. As much as he would love to feel your soft hands on him, scratching at his back, he much rather preferred you in this position. Lying on your bed faced up, your arms tied behind your back, and your beautiful face portraying a look of pure ecstasy. Fuck it was enough to make him cum right on the spot, but he managed to keep his self control, waiting until you came around him.

He could feel your tight, gummy walls taking him in so well, squeezing hard whenever he would reach that spot that made your eyes roll back.

“So warm…so wet…so perfect~” He groaned out, thrusting his hips in and out of you at a faster pace. He placed his other hand around your neck, giving it a little squeeze, making you slowly lose your senses. It felt so good. Too good.

”T-Toji~” You moaned out once more, incapable of saying anything else but his name. Just how he ilked it. He leaned down and placed his lips on yours, barely giving you time to react. He pushed his tongue in, play fighting with yours.

Just as he did that, he could feel your pussy clench around him, signaling to him that you were on the brink of your climax. It made him hiss a bit from the pleasure, loving the way your walls felt around him.

”Fuck…I can feel you tighten around me~ You’re so close, aren’t you baby?” He said, grabbing a hold of your hips.

“Then why don’t I speed the process up a bit, huh?” He asked, quickly taking your hips and moving you against him. He wasn’t gentle either. In fact, he was the opposite. He was moving you on his dick at such an speed you didn’t think would be possible.

All you could muster out was whines, moanes, and his name. You were so drunk off of him, and he knew it.

“You love it when I just do what I want with your sweet pussy, huh? You like the way my cock feels inside? The way it twitches inside of you, just begging to release.” He spoke in your ear, giving the outer shell little licks and nibbles as he continued to say such dirty things.

“Yes, Toji~ Yes, yes, yes! I love it so much! I love you so much~” You cried out, desperate to cum.

He smirked hearing those lovely words and noises coming out of your mouth.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me now.” he spoke, moving one of his hands back down to your clit, rubbing it with such speed.

Your back arched once more as you felt a rush of warmth spread throughout your body.

”Tojiiii~” You yelled out as you felt your climax hit.

The rush of it all sent ringing to your ears as your body began to shake.

“There you go baby girl, that’s it. Keep going.” He spoke as he let you ride out your orgasm.

A few more seconds passed by and you slowly came back down, feeling your body slowly become tired. Toji leaned down and kissed your lips, smiling a bit into the kiss as he felt your lips tremble.

”You did so good for me, Y/n~ So good~” He whispered, making your heart flutter and your pussy tighten around him once more. He chuckled.

”You like when I praise you? do you, baby?” He asked, making your face heat up.

”Well I guess Ill just have to find out the next round~” He said, pushing himself back up.

“Next round?” You asked, shocked that he would go yet another round.

”Yes…unless, you don’t think you can take it.” He teased, making your brows furrow together.

”I was just worried that an old man like you wouldn’t handle it.” You teased back, making him smirk.

”Oh really? Well then, lets see who gives up first. And trust me, baby, it won’t be me~” He spoke.

Oh boy

******

[satancopilotsmytardis]

While You’re Away

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @plutopiranha on Tumblr. Tomura has to leave for his first month of treatments with Ujiko and neither he or Dabi are very happy about it. But their work always comes first and Tomura did set up a system to help make sure his baby boy is taken care of while he’s gone. 

Contents: Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, Dacryphilia, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Chastity Devices, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Multiple Orgasms, Anal Cock Warming, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, Anal Gaping, Prostate Orgasms, Prostate Massage, Prostate Milking, Sex Tapes, Masturbation, Sub Drop, Implied Dom Drop, Established Relationship.

Word Count: 13,817

If there's anything that is going for his and Tomura's relationship, it would be the fact that no matter how much deeper into it they get, they never put that above the work that brought them together in the first place. Dabi really didn't think he was even considering trying to find a hook-up when he joined the League of Villains, had ignored Magne's fawning over him because of it, definitely thought Shig was gross at the beginning, but after the Overhaul thing, when Duster had figured out how to stand up straight without his master pulling his puppet strings, something changed. The overconfidence that he hadn't been interested in because it wasn't supported by any kind of real experience, but when it was and he propositioned him, he'd been curious enough, and bored enough, to say yes. And Tomura had, apparently, well-earned confidence in bed and had gotten Dabi off harder than he had in years. It was a good fuck and he probably would have just left it at that as they went back to work, but then they caught a free moment between jobs and they did it again, and again, and at a certain point of sneaking around and having to sleep in places with very limited options for actual beds, it just felt like it made sense for them to start sharing. And it felt like it made sense when sometimes they kissed and it didn't lead immediately into sex. That they could spend more time together pressed close and... enjoy each other's company. By a certain point it was just stupid for them to deny the fact they were dating to the others, so they just didn't bother. But no matter how much they... really do like to spend time together and the fact that this might have actually bloomed into a real relationship, work always comes first. 

"Look, I'm just saying," he flops back on their big bed in the PLF headquarters. They had entertained the idea of not sharing one to keep the other new members of the organization from thinking that he was getting special treatment because he was regularly sucking the boss's dick, but that had lasted about six hours after the rebranding. It still heats his skin with humiliation and arousal when he remembers how a freshly shattered and bandaged Tomura had been able to rail him so hard that everyone on this side of the building had heard him and absolutely blown their cover. "Ujiko makes monsters. He had a whole hospital full of kids he was gonna make into nomus or spares for you. Just don't go in whole cloth on these experiments yet." 

Tomura is healed now, but that's not the most important thing he needs to fix about his body. With the awakening of Decay and the All For One quirk, he needs to make sure that he's getting his body ready for the strain of what their next all-out fight is going to put on him. He is wearing black sweats and a long-sleeved black shirt, putting the last of his things in the duffle bag he's going to be taking with him when he leaves, but as soon as he's pulled the zipper shut on that, he is smiling as he turns his attention fully to him. "This is just the first round, Dabi. He won't be doing anything to my head yet, just my body. I'll come home and we can assess the results before I let him put me in the tank and mess with my head." He promises, moving over to their nightstand. The two presents wrapped in black paper and red ribbons have been a temptation since the night before, and Dabi sits up, glad that he at least told his lover that he should be weary of what Ujiko suggests that he do as he prepares for this war, glad that he believed him and that the truth of who he is didn't shatter this thing between them that has been so good as they both march towards their goals, side-by-side. Tomura will let him burn, but he'll reach in, blacken his palms, and pull him out of the flames before the end. And Dabi will raze the earth to make way for his throne, until no one can tell if they're choking on ash or dust. 

But with business taken care of, this seems to be more of a relationship thing and he wants to know what's in the boxes Tomura wouldn't even let him touch. His lover runs two fingers along the edge of one of the neatly tied bows and then he fucking edges Dabi as he drops it and moves onto the bed, reaching for him. It's been a long time since being touched by him put fear in his veins and it's just a dull, deep pulse of heat that goes through him now as his hand reaches and his palm cups around the back of his neck, one finger raised before he draws him in for a kiss. Dabi melts into the touch, lets his arms wrap around his neck as he pulls him closer. He has to leave in half an hour, but Dabi will take whatever he can get in that time before he spends the next four weeks alone in their bed. 

The kisses grow hotter as Tomura's hands move along his thighs, Dabi wrapping his arms around his neck to keep him close as he lays back on the bed, spreading his legs wider for his lover. He's only in his underwear and the teasing dip of Tomura's fingers underneath the hem makes his whole body go noticeably hotter. 

"I have presents for you to make sure that you're all taken care of while I'm away. But you need to use your manners, baby boy." 

Tomura has always had more experience with these things, has always played more games than Dabi has, in bed and out of it. He showed him how fun it could be when pride and shame kept Dabi from having the things he didn't want to admit he liked for so long. But it's still with smoke on his breath and his cock starting to harden when he whispers, "Please give me my presents, Daddy." 

"There's my good boy." Tomura gives him another kiss, but he doesn't reach for the boxes. Instead he reaches for the nightstand and takes out their lube. Dabi knows they don't have time for another fuck, but it doesn't stop his Daddy from getting his palm wet as he has Dabi slip off his boxers and spread his legs wide for him, until his knees are on either side of the bed and he can't hide an inch of his body. And then he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking him just the way he likes, teasing his piercings, massaging along his balls that start to feel tight so quickly from his desperation to have one more good orgasm beneath Tomura before he's gone for a month. 

Dabi nearly burns the sheets as he cums hard after just a few minutes, and while he's panting on the bed, Tomura is cleaning him up with a wipe before he reaches for the smaller of the two presents. "Alright, baby boy, you can open this one now." 

He is so delirious with the aftershocks of his pleasure he doesn't bother to say anything about the other man expecting coherence out of him as he sits up enough to take the box. It's small, but heavier than he expected and he unties the ribbon and tears the paper. Tomura takes those away and when he opens the lid, Dabi lets out a weak whine as he looks back up at him. Daddy chuckles and leans down to give him a kiss on his forehead. 

"This is just going to help me know that you're not being naughty and playing with your cute prick too much while I'm gone." He says as he extracts the metal cock cage out of the box and has him set the cardboard aside. "But don't worry, you're still going to get to feel good, sweetheart. You just have to use your second present and all of the ones that get delivered while I'm gone." He murmurs sweetly like he's not preparing Dabi for a month of torture, "The boxes all have instructions in them, so all you have to do is be a good boy for Daddy, and if you can," he says, his voice dripping with his satisfaction, "Then when I get home, Daddy is going to give you a big reward. Does that sound good, baby boy?" He asks, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. 

Dabi whimpers. This isn't like anything they've done before in the sense that he's never gone so long without being able to cum from his cock, but the restraint there helps him get orgasms from his prostate that can feel even better. The thought of having those when he's alone while knowing when his Daddy gets home, he'll be able to have one from his cock that is so pent up? He knows immediately that is going to make him wear quirk suppression cuffs if he doesn't want to set the entire bed on fire. 

"Okay, Daddy," he slurs around the aftershocks of his pleasure. Tomura gives him another sweet kiss before he puts the cold metal around his body. He shivers slightly, but the sensation is not that uncomfortable as it happens. The cage is the perfect size for him, tight enough to keep him from getting hard, but not so tight that he thinks he'd need to take out his piercings to be comfortable. And when it's in place he reaches for the second present, but Tomura stops him with a hand over his. 

"There's another package coming soon, firefly. When that one gets here, you can open this one after you've followed the instructions, alright?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Good boy." He gives him another kiss, cuddles with him for as long as he can, but he has to leave all too soon and Dabi does his best to focus up again. He knows that this is just the way that things have to go, but that doesn't mean that he's not a little disappointed that there couldn't be more. "Love you, Dabi." 

His face still heats when Tomura says that, those words more likely to leave him a flushed, squirming mess than any of the filth that he's grown used to the other man telling him in their bed. But he still manages to mumble, "...Love you too," before the tar starts to spill out of Tomura's throat and he's snatched from his reach for a whole month. 

That reality setting in makes him want to reach over for the other box and open it immediately, if only to be spiteful. But work always comes first. Their goals are the things that brought them together, and the only way they get to stay together is if they drag each other over the finish line. He can be patient for that. He's been patient for a long time now about getting the things that he wants. 

///

A month away from the base, from the new organization that they've been working so hard to put together, from Dabi, is not exactly something he wants to do. It's the practical thing to do because he is not like his teacher. He doesn't have time to plan and scheme for decades so that he can be certain that his next move is foolproof and flawless. This war is already underway and no matter how safe they feel now, he knows that the bigger an organization, the bigger chance for leaks in it. He knows that he can't expect everything to keep going their way forever, that he can't rest or let himself start to drag his feet because if he does that, it will just leave his people open to the dangers of being hurt by the enemies around them. So going and letting Ujiko do what he can to make his body more quickly adapt to the abilities that he now contains is the best thing for the organization and it's what he'll do. 

If this is all he has to survive to make the future that he promised the League, promised Dabi, then he'll do it all gladly. He won’t be a leader who holds his party back in the end. 

///

It's been a day and a half since Duster left and Dabi is pouting a fair bit as he stares at the present on the nightstand, wondering what it is. He hasn't peaked, but he's picked it up a few times, weighed it in his hands, and tried to shake it. Whatever is inside is pretty solid, weighty enough for him to notice it, but his lover packed it tight enough that shaking it doesn't reveal any sound that he can use to identify the contents. He doesn't want to break whatever is inside, so he ends up setting the box aside and trying to be patient for whatever the next item that he gets is going to be. 

The new package, apparently, was delivered while he was at his meetings, and when Dabi sees the long thin box that is set outside of their bedroom door, he's very glad that he's finished his work for the evening, because he has every intention of finding out exactly what his lover left to entertain him while he's gone. Dabi picks up the box, heads inside, and throws the three locks on their door shut behind him. He immediately brings the box over to the foot of the bed and tears away the ribbon and paper, opening it up to find a... tripod?

Dabi looks at the box, a red envelope taped to it, and there is a moment of confusion before his brain pieces together why his lover said that this would be something that would help him satisfy his libido. His blush might set sparks leaping off of his cheeks as he is confronted once again by the fact that Shigaraki is a fucking pervert. He always knew that the other man was one, but it is still always a fresh horror when he finds out just how much his lover's depravity works for him. 

Dabi takes the note off of the box and sits down as he sees that Tomura somehow got a wax seal in the shape of an ejaculating penis and comes to the mournful conclusion that he is going to have to kill him, if only to save the world from having such a gooner for a king, even as he feels his lips twitch up into a smile despite himself. 

'Firefly, 

I know that you get so lonely when you don't have attention on you. While I can't be there with you physically and will not be able to contact you, over the next month you'll know you have my attention anyway. Each time a present arrives, set up your camera wherever is the most comfortable for you, and use the items I send you to make yourself feel good. Know I'll be watching each video you send, and if you're good while I'm gone and don't try to play with your cute caged cock, then I'll give you a special reward when I come home. Be a good boy for Daddy and set up your first video before you open the other present. 

My love always, 

Tomura

P.S. If this isn't a game you want to play, or you want to back out at any point, just text me 'red'. Have fun, baby boy. ❤️'

Dabi's whole body goes warmer, the pressure of the cock cage starting to become more noticeable as he reads the little letter. Sure, some people get actual love letters that are all about feelings and beauty and bullshit. But they're degenerates and this feels more in keeping with their options of romance anyway. Dabi puts the note aside in the drawer on his side of the bed and then he goes about setting up the tripod. He doesn't immediately start the video though. It's been a full work day and he does want to have dinner and shower before he gets on camera for his lover to watch, so he takes a detour to go make sure that his basic physical needs are finished first. If anything, if he told Tomura that he did that, he's pretty sure his lover would dote on him endlessly, always trying to get him to take care of himself in the first place. 

By the time he does sit down again, Dabi makes sure his phone is set up correctly and plugged in and recording before he sits down on the bed, already naked because he knows what Tomura wants from him. "You're a freak and a pervert and if you come back with a bigger libido I'm going to set your pubes on fire." He tells the camera because those words come easier to him than admitting that it's only been a day and a half and he already misses him fiercely. Dabi reaches for the box and pulls the ribbon. There is a lot of tissue paper when he takes the top off, and he pulls out piles of it, the same red as the bow, until he finds a black satin bag wrapped around a familiar shape, another note beneath it.

Dabi rolls his eyes. They already have anal plugs and all kinds of dildos made from silicone to glass in all manners of shapes and sizes. "How many more of these do we need to get before you admit you just like collecting them?" He shakes the dildo out onto the bed as he opens the letter with his other hand. 

'I know that we have plenty of toys already, but this one is special, and I hope that you can see why. While I'm gone, this is the only toy you're allowed to put inside of you, firefly. Now show Daddy how much you already miss him.

Love, 

Tomura'

Dabi, just from the words and knowing that he's going to send this video along to Tomura is already getting warmer and he has to take a breath and do his best not to squirm as he picks up the dildo. It's clearly a custom piece. Dabi can tell it's not from a factory because it's so pretty. They have lots of toys, but the ones that Tomura gets from custom shops are more likely to have different degrees of firmness and often have more interesting colorways than the usual pink, purple, black, or flesh tones that he's used to seeing with different kinds of toys. The deep red of this toy is very matte, but there is an almost luminous shimmer that runs through it, only sparkling when he twists it to catch the light, and that light falls over the dips of veins and the flare of the head. It's very pretty. Thick and long too. He moves his hand along the shaft, feeling the softness of the silicone against his palm and then giving it some testing squeezes and a slight bend to gauge the firmness. It feels so lifelike. The silicone is the perfect texture of skin and firm like a hard cock should be. Even the coolness of it against his palm as he touches it reminds him so much of his lover's cock—

Dabi freezes and stares at the toy. The suction cup base is good for showers and tile, but the strap that has a large o-ring to go around the base so it can be attached to a pillow is the next thing he scrambles to grab. He secures it onto the pillow and then lets it sit on it. It wobbles a little but stays otherwise impassive. Dabiu wraps his hand around it again, then, feeling the dryness now, fumbles to take out the lube so that he can slick it. He strokes his hand along the length. It feels as thick as Tomura's. He can feel veins winding along it in the places that he normally traces along with his tongue when he gets to sink his Daddy's cock deep inside of his mouth. It feels so much like his cock but it— 

"Who the fuck did you get to make a replica of your cock?" He asks the room, knowing he won't get an answer for a whole month. Dabi can't help how hot his body gets though, knowing that for a whole month he won't have to go without having his Daddy's cock deep inside of him. His blood tries to rush to his prick, but the cage chokes it off and keeps him soft. Dabi didn't understand the appeal of chastity devices when Tomura first brought them up, but he gets it now as his whole body is forced to use that overheated blood elsewhere, letting his arousal suffuse his entire body instead of just making his dick the be all end all of his pleasure. It takes him another second as he watches the lube dripping down the toy for a second before he breathlessly remembers his manners. "Thank you, Daddy." 

If his Daddy were here, he would make him tease himself a little, play with his nipples, maybe suck on the toy while he fingers himself open. But Dabi just wants to show his Daddy how excited he is to have the cock deep inside of him, and the only thing he bothers to do is pull the pillow closer to the foot of the bed so that he can adjust the camera so that it's angled up to watch him as Dabi gets the dildo in place and then kneels, legs spread wide, so he can get his hole wet by rubbing himself against the thick, familiar head. His lover is already always cooler to the touch to him, his body temperature so warm that everyone always feels cool, and that makes the toy feel even realer as he bites his lip and does his best to be gentle as he starts to open himself up on the cock. 

The burn of his muscles stretching around such a large intrusion is good. He doesn't always want to have to go so slowly or carefully to open himself up, but knowing that his lover will be watching as he does so makes this far hotter than it has any right to be. His whole body is humming with his satisfaction as he feels the head slip inside of him, the stretch of it making a harsher pant slip from his lips. 

"You're so big, Daddy," he whines as he feels himself stretching around the toy. His cock aches uselessly in his cage, but that's okay. His arousal is forced to spill in other places, the nerves of his hole seeming even more sensitive as he sinks down another inch onto the toy, going slowly to let his insides stretch and to put on a show. By the time it's fully inside of him, his thighs are trembling around the pillow and his whole body is even hotter than it was a few minutes ago. He savors the way the toy fills him so perfectly the way his lover's cock can. They have so many other toys in so many other sizes and shapes, and all of those are good too, but it's strangely... comforting when he has this one deep inside of him. It's the familiarity of it. He didn't know his body could become so attuned to Tomura's that he would actually be able to recognize the ache of his cock deep inside of him, but finding that out now as he starts to bounce on the toy fills him with a heady rush that puts his mind floating up into his subspace as he forgets about putting on a show and lets himself ride the toy.

He has his hands fisted into the pillow, hunching forward so that he can angle his hips and rock them back down at the right pace, finding how he can get the false cock to rub against his prostate the way his Daddy does when he fucks him like this. His moans echo off of the walls as every final thrust has his balls and caged cock rubbing against the pillow too. They're still sensitive even though he can't hold his arousal there and Dabi finds the pressure that can't go there building across his other nerves. His prostate, his hole, they're aching from how sensitive they are as he sinks down again and again, the wet sound of the toy moving inside of him joining his symphony of noises until he can't help it. 

He doesn't need to fight against the orgasm. Daddy wants him to feel good. It's just still strange when he does so without him here, when he doesn't have his hands on his body and his sweet words in his ear telling him what a cute whore he's being. But having his cock deep inside of him is still enough to send Dabi over the edge, his cock staying soft as the pleasure of his orgasm pulses through the rest of his body, sending its sweet ache out along every other inch of him and staying there for so much longer than the aftershocks of an orgasm from his prick would have. 

He is dazed for a while, barely able to hold himself up, but eventually he blinks as he remembers his manners, "Thank you, Daddy." He doesn't want to be empty again, so he turns off the camera and sends the video dazedly before he takes the toy off of the pillow and turns off the lights. Dabi lays on his stomach as he presses it back inside of his oversensitive hole and then lets himself melt against the bed. He always likes it when he gets to warm Daddy's cock after they're finished, and the false closeness of that intimacy with the dildo is more than enough to send him to sleep in a matter of minutes. 

///

Tomura has always had a high pain tolerance, but as he wakes in the hospital room that Ujiko gave him, he knows that there was no enduring the agony of the electroshock gene therapy that he was being subjected to earlier today. He doesn't fully understand why zapping him with ten million volts of agony is necessary to get the All For One quirk to synthesize with the artificial genetic materials that make nomu what they are, but he doesn't think he would get an answer even if he asked. If anything, Ujiko would probably tell him that all of this would have been done while he was unconscious in the tank if he hadn't refused that part of the treatments. He wouldn't even be surprised if none of this had to be done and he was just trying to torture him into doing what he wants. 

His body feels weak and exhausted, and when he looks at the clock, he finds that it's too late in the night for him to be allowed to eat given the procedures he'll be going through the next morning. He couldn't eat before today's treatments either, but thankfully the dull ache that is going through every inch of him, hell even making his eyeballs feel like they're throbbing in his skull, has robbed him of his appetite. He's glad that these treatments are happening well out of sight of the rest of the League, of Dabi, because he wants to be strong for them. He'll be their hero since the world never offered them any others, and he'll endure all of this to open up the door to a better future for them. He's also glad that he had the schedule for his treatments well before he arrived for them, because it meant that he was able to look ahead and plan for them. 

His limbs feel stiff, but Tomura still swings his legs over the side of the bed, the soft beep that comes telling Ujiko somewhere else in the lab that he's moved, but he doesn't care. He is not going to be broken by this and he retrieves his phone, the waterproof case new, and takes it with him as he goes into the small bathroom. He looks drawn in the mirror, dark circles starting to form under his eyes and his skin even more sallow than usual, paired with his snow-white hair and making him look like a ghost. It doesn't matter. Ujiko knows that if there aren't results by the end of this, then Tomura might decide to cut him off from the PLF and everything left of his teacher's empire. If he can just endure this until that point, then he can win this battle of wills and move forward with his plans the way he wanted to in the first place. 

Besides, he made sure to have something ready to help him get through this ordeal. He knows that Dabi likes to have attention on him, that when he isn't getting it, he convinces himself he doesn't need it, putting up the walls that he used to have constantly when they first met. He knows his sub thinks that's better for him, that he doesn't need anything else, but Tomura knows that all is just a defense because clearly anyone he's ever trusted to help take care of him and fulfill his needs hasn't actually done it when he needed them to. A month apart is not great, but he also knows that it won't destroy his lover, he just didn't want him to be suffering while he was gone. And really, as he turns on the shower, strips out of the hospital gown, and props up his phone, he thought he might also want to have something as a pick-me-up while he was dealing with this as well. 

Tomura lets the warm water spill over his body as he watches the video that Dabi sent him today. 

It starts, as the first one did, with Dabi off-screen, the camera pointed at the bed for a moment before he steps back into frame of the camera. He started this game at seven this morning and Tomura watches as Dabi yawns and glares at him, 

"I don't have meetings today." His tone bitter and tired. Tomura knew that, and he knew that would mean that Dabi would want to stay in their room today, catching up on his other research and generally being antisocial after having to spend so much time working with other people lately. And he also knows that his lover probably wanted to sleep in, so Tomura had his delivery set early so that he would have no choice but to get onto his schedule as soon as possible. 

Dabi opens the box that he left for him as he yawns, and extracts the to-do list that he's given him for the day as well as the new water bottle that will help him track his water goals. He reads silently for a moment, a flush coming across his cheeks before Dabi puts the list down and glares at him through the camera. "You're a pervert and a control freak and I don't miss you at all." 

His chest aches. He didn't know he could be so completely adoring of this man with his too-much attitude. But he is so full of his affection towards him that it threatens to crack his ribs. 

But even after the protest, Dabi just stands and moves back towards the tripod. "I'm going to take my shower. You're not coming with me." He turns it off and Tomura can't be disappointed when he has more videos to watch after this one, the next one playing automatically as this one ends. 

When Dabi comes back into shot it's with his skin clean and his hair still wet as he tosses their lube and the dildo he'd gotten made for him onto the bed along with one of the chastity belts that they haven't used too much. It's something that they have fun with, but that they don't usually have the time for when they're needing to make public appearances to do most of their work. But today all Dabi needs to do is follow the schedule and he doesn't have to see anyone else for that. So even as his face heats, he keeps his eyes bright and determined on the camera for as long as he can before he grabs one of their wedge pillows and puts it underneath his hips as he lays down. 

The first threads of his arousal start to go through him as he watches his baby boy following his instructions. He puts himself on display for him as he wets his fingers with their lube and reaches down to his hole. His cock cage gleams in the low light of the room and seeing another way that his firefly has allowed him complete control over his body only makes Tomura's arousal build. Dabi, for as much as he loves attention, always has a hard time of showing how much he likes to be put in these positions until Tomura has worked him over enough that he's lost in the fog of his lust, his inhibitions stripped away. He watches the little tremble of Dabi's fingers before they start to spread the lube around his hole and Tomura can practically feel the heat of his embarrassment beneath his fingers. He would be even more embarrassed if he were there, if he had his hands wrapped around his thighs and his tongue making him wet instead. Tomura's cock starts to stir as he remembers the first time he had done that for his firefly. He had squealed with his embarrassment, had come apart at the seams practically as he ate him out for hours until his jaw was numb and Dabi couldn't even reach another prostate orgasm. That was the first time he'd been able to break down his walls enough to have the other man admitting that he had such a big Daddy kink too, that word practically the only thing that he had been able to say by the time he'd been finished with him. 

Hearing the little gasp that his baby makes now as he pushes his first finger inside of his cute, puckered hole, like this is the very first time he's had anything breach him, only brings that arousal higher. His baby boy gets so shy when he's not there to show him how good everything can feel when he lets himself have it. He loves to be the one to coax Dabi to take the things he wants with greedy hands, loves to be the one to control his pleasure and show him exactly how much of it he can have when he didn't think he would get any. Tomura has never had a sub that he wanted to spoil as rotten as he does Dabi, but by the time he's a king, Dabi is going to be known in private circles as the most spoiled consort that has ever lived with how completely he's going to train him to want his attention whenever he can get it— not that Tomura will be able to withhold for long. 

He watches Dabi press in a second finger, stretching himself pragmatically. Of course he's pragmatic, Dabi has never been anything but practical as he works to do what he needs. He's not at all surprised that no matter how good it feels, at the start of each of these videos, Dabi is too focused on following his instructions to actually let him savor what is happening to his body, or to think about putting on a more salacious show. Tomura wonders if the fact that he likes it so much anyway means that he's been completely fucked in the head. 

By the time Dabi has three fingers inside of himself, he's panting softly and Tomura can't really see anything from the angle of the camera and his hand. But that's alright, his cock is still hard anyway as he reaches down to begin giving himself some slow, lazy strokes as Dabi works himself open. The hum of his arousal through his veins helps to chase away the aches of the treatments as he watches Dabi finish with that. He takes his fingers out and his hole is pink, twitching, open— not gaping yet, but he knows it's only a matter of time. That thought has him giving himself a harder stroke before he regains his composure, knowing that this is just the second video in the playlist of them that Dabi was supposed to send.

It's hard to keep himself from just rushing towards his own pleasure to take the edge off of everything when he watches Dabi bring the replica of his cock to his hole, attached to the chastity belt. The device locks around the waist, a curve running down the back that keeps anyone from being able to touch Dabi's hole but with the toy attached, it will mean that his firefly is filled with his cock all day, the final securing straps running up along the line between his legs and pelvis. He won't be able to do anything today without having his cock sitting heavy and full inside of him and the rush that goes through him as he knows that his baby will be without mercy as the toy stays in place for the full day gives him the same heady rush to see it realized as it did when he was planning out this schedule for his sub. 

Dabi shifts, finds where to hold the toy, makes sure to cover it with a generous amount of a special silicone lube that Tomura had made sure was compatible with the silicone toy since he knew Dabi would evaporate water-based lubes as he was asked to endure this. He watches him sink down further and further, his cock stretching him open, his hand tightening along his length as he imagines the velvet squeeze of Dabi's too hot body surrounding him. By the time the belt is on and the dildo is secure inside of Dabi's body, they're both panting from their arousal as it spreads through him. He sees how his prick is getting pink in his cage, but after another moment of laying on the bed, Dabi tries to sit up. Tomura is filled with a fresh delight just as he sees how flushed Dabi's face is and sees the hesitation in him as he tries to make sure his voice doesn't tremble as he speaks. 

"This special breakfast better be good, Duster." And then he turns off the camera. 

The next video starts at his two hour check-in and Tomura can already see how his baby is beginning to unravel. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, only wearing his pajama bottoms, probably because he felt too exposed only in the chastity devices, but clearly already getting too warm for him to consider putting on anything more covering. 

"Drank my first water bottle, had breakfast, and my stupid affirmation is," Dabi pauses, looking back at the paper that he'd written for him. His cheeks blush a little hotter as he makes himself repeat, "'I'm being a good boy for Daddy,'" He sets the paper down and rolls his eyes. "Does that do something for you, pervert?" And then the video ends. Tomura chuckles, stroking his cock languidly. Yes, but not for the reasons that Dabi thinks. It's not about the first one. It's about the second, the third, the fourth—

The next video starts and he watches Dabi appear on the screen, his face flushed a little more and a definite prickle of sweat on his skin. His legs are pressed together, but he can see how red his prick is even through the cage and how the muscles of his legs are starting to tremble as well. "I-It's my four hour check-in and I, uh," he blinks, like it's already getting hard for him to keep his head straight and focused. "I had another water and I finished my research and review of our uh, double agents. Everything is in order." He squirms a little. "I'm done working for the day and I'm gonna try to take a break like the schedule says." Which was optional, but clearly his firefly feels like he can't concentrate long enough to do anything else. "Affirmation: 'Even though he can't be here, Daddy is always thinking of me, and I can—" his voice hitches as a little tremble runs through his body, "I can feel how much he misses me.'" It takes him a second before he manages to move and turn off the camera. 

The next video starts with Dabi panting as he drops down into the frame, his whole body trembling and smoke leaking out of his seams. "H-hour six. Drank some— tried to read— Daddy," He whines, squirming, but there is nowhere for his arousal to go. His cock is so deep inside of his baby boy's body and there is no relief that he can get now. He's got to endure it and watching how his firefly is starting to fall apart makes Tomura's arousal go hotter too, his hand moving more surely over his cock. "It's— it feels so," he whines again, his hands moving over his body, looking for some way of giving himself relief without misbehaving and taking the toy out before he's finished for the day. His hands move along his thighs, reaching for his cock before he remembers he can't take off the cage before they go up to his chest instead. Tomura always loves to tease his baby boy's nipples, loving that they're so sensitive that he can make him drool and cum if he just gives them enough attention. Dabi didn't know he was so sensitive like that before they met, but he doesn't hesitate to touch himself there now, moaning loudly as he tries to find some way of giving himself relief. He can't bounce on the cock, not when it is seated so completely inside of him, but he can roll his hips so that the pressure can rub against the places he wants. 

"Daddy, Daddy—" Tomura's cock throbs as he strokes himself, having to keep some attention on not activating his quirk as he tightens his grip and strokes harder as he sees how completely his firefly is falling apart for him. "'I— I'm a good boy and I," he keens as he fumbles to read the paper he set on the bed beside himself as he pinches his nipples, "I— I deserve to feel good.'" That has his firefly whining again. "I want to feel good, Daddy. I want Daddy's cock fucking me, please, Daddy," And he can't stand it anymore, Dabi's voice cracks, and bloody tears start to drip down his cheeks as he tries to let himself. He can cum as many times as he wants on the toy and he knows that Dabi is just trying his hardest to figure out how to do that. He needs it, but it's going to have to be his own efforts that bring him over the edge, not anything that Tomura can do for him now. 

And through the haze of his arousal, Dabi recognizes that and he shifts on the bed so that the toy is pushing against his prostate how he wants it as he rocks his hips back and forth so that it keeps massaging him there. His fingers keep going at his nipples, squeezing and rubbing until they're pink and swollen around his pretty piercings, those enticing tears slipping down his cheeks. Tomura strokes himself harder, faster, letting his own arousal go hotter beneath his skin, pleasure aching along his length and making his balls tighten as he watches his sub fall apart all through his doing, without him even being there. 

Dabi's moans and cries are as loud as his speakers can make them, but they're artificial and tinny in the room. When he has him in his arms again, he's going to make him sing until his throat gives out, and then he's going to have his mouth around his cock so he can listen to him gurgle and sob instead with how much he likes to be used. Tomura is nearly lost himself with that thought, but what really pushes him over the edge is watching as Dabi finally finds that blissful peak, cumming hard from his prostate and— Tomura groans his hand moving even harder and faster over himself as he tries to race towards his own orgasm— feeling good enough that he isn't just getting a prostate orgasm. His baby used his fake cock to milk himself, sobbing and writhing as his cute prick twitches in his cage before a steady stream of fluid starts to spill out through the bars, creating a huge puddle beneath him on the bed as all his baby can do is sob from how good it feels. 

Tomura doesn't last until the end of the playlist. He lets himself play back that moment of Dabi's bliss and joins him in it, his cock pulsing with pleasure that finds the last aches he was holding beneath his skin and sends them away. He pants, his spend soaking his hand and dripping onto the floor of the shower, the water washing away the evidence of his pleasure as it continues to fall against him. He focuses on actually showering after that, listening to the remaining few videos Dabi sent him. He is dazed and soft during the check-ins for the rest of the day, cumming a few more times before his poor hole goes numb. 

Tomura is back in the bedroom when he gets to the last one, Dabi finally settling in to sleep too. He unsecures the belt with a whimper and then rolls over, his hips propped up on the pillow again so that Tomura can see all of his ass as he actually starts to ease it off and take the toy out of him. He knows that he'll be watching this video again with his hand around his cock as he sees how red his baby's hole is, how his pretty pink insides are all wet and exposed for him, the muscles twitching, but unable to close back up from how perfectly he'd stretched him all day. Dabi lets the toy drop to the bed, but the video keeps going for a while. Tomura scrubs through the file and realizes that his firefly must have fallen asleep, must have woken a few hours later and only barely remembered to stop and send the recording to him. Tomura scrolls back into the video and puts the phone beside his head as he lays down and tries to sleep himself. 

It's a little easier to do with Dabi's soft breaths in his ears again. 

///

 Dabi is certainly not feeling neglected by his lover's absence. Not when he has the toy to play with whenever he wants to, and at least once a week, a new package arrives with fresh instructions for him to follow. Each time, Tomura proves to him that he knows what Dabi wants better than he does, because every game that he's made to play always leaves him rocked with at least one solid orgasm humming through his body. And every one only makes him all the more eager to have his cock out of his cage so he can have those sensations everywhere he wants them. But the games have been so good and by the time the day before his lover is supposed to come home arrives, he thinks that he will just have a day of anticipation ahead of him. He's not expecting to go back to their room after work and find a large black box has been left on the floor in the center of the room. It's big, a little over half his height and he wonders for a split second if his lover would have absurdly stuffed himself into the box and told him the wrong day so that his return home could be a surprise. He shuts and locks the door and sets his laptop on the coffee table before he goes over to the box and taps his knuckles against it. He was expecting it to be heavy, to feel solid, but that light pressure moves it, just a few centimeters across the floor, and as Dabi looks down at the carpet, he realizes that it's not a real box. Well it probably is, but the bottom flaps have been folded inside so that the structure could be placed loosely over the gift instead. 

Dabi picks up the envelope that his lover left for him and breaks the seal to read the letter inside. 

'Only a few more hours until I'm home again. I can't wait to see you, firefly. I've missed you so much while I've been gone.' 

And even though he must have written these in advance, Dabi's chest aches with the echo of longing that he's managed to put into the words. 

'This is a very special present— and one that is going to help get you ready for your reward when I see you tomorrow. All you have to do is attach your special toy and set up the camera, baby. It's re-programmed with a timer, all you have to do is lay back and try to last for as long as you can stand to feel so good, precious. Enjoy, but don't push too hard, I don't want you to be too sore for tomorrow.

All my love, 

Tomura'

He's going to have to find out if being a sap was something that he picked up from one of his videogames or if he's been talking to Toga for that advice, because Dabi is damn sure that All For One was not giving him lessons on this shit. Even so, he is warmer and he is going to tuck all of these letters away somewhere his lover will never find them and then he's going... to keep them. Dabi hasn't held onto things for most of his life. The things he wanted were always more ephemeral than that, and even then, those things often got torn out of his grip too. He just... never trusted that if he got anything he liked he would be able to keep it. But he wants these notes that are absolutely filled with filth, but are the evidence of how much Tomura thought of him and what he might need as he had to go away for work. There is affection, adoration, consideration, love in these letters and his perverse gifts that Dabi hasn't ever been on the receiving end of before, and he wants to hold onto it for as long as he can. Maybe he can grip it tight enough that the world won't try to take it away from him again. He doesn't know for certain, but he knows that he's going to try.

He goes and finishes what he needs to for the day, having a quick dinner and shower before he comes back to the box to see what his lover has gotten for him this time. Moving the massive thing is not strenuous in terms of weight, but it is embarrassingly unwieldy and he nearly takes out a lamp with the corner as he takes it off of the present beneath. As soon as he does he regrets not ignoring the gift. He regrets not considering how someone would have gotten this into his room until he's face-to-face with a fuck machine that has been set up and is waiting for him to climb onto the breeding bench and let it ruin his hole. A fuck machine that is fully set up and waiting for him to turn it on that someone had to have done. He is going to kill Tomura. There is nothing romantic about any of this, he's just a massive pervert that Dabi should set on fire instead of kissing the next time they see each other. 

But he does still go and set up the camera and figure out how to attach the dildo to the machine. His face heats as he realizes that the breeding bench has been made so that one can lay on their stomach or their back, and he is freshly disappointed and humiliated with himself when he decides that if he's already going to be fucked on this machine like he's nothing, he wants to take that all the way. He goes and gets their velcro handcuffs and loops them into place so that when he wants to, he'll be able to lock his hands above his head so that he won't be able to stop until the machine turns off. 

Dabi hasn't ever used something like this before, so he doesn't know if he is supposed to start by pressing himself back onto the cock or if he's supposed to let it push inside on its own, but the thought of being breeched roughly by the toy puts pleasure tingling under his skin so he doesn't hesitate to just get himself wet enough and open enough, slicking the toy as well and looking at where the start button is, before he gets into position. He scoots back on the bench, until he is sure that the toy is touching his hole and will push inside with its first thrust. He locks one of his wrists into place, knowing that he'll be able to burn the cuffs away if he can't get them off with his teeth later, and then reaches back to hit 'start' before he brings the other into place and rests his weight fully against the bench as he waits for the machine to whirl to life. 

The toy is louder than any of their others as it turns on, and as it does, Dabi is left on the edge of breathless anticipation as he waits for it to start moving. But the pause drags on another few agonizing seconds, until Dabi is about to twist to see if he hit the wrong button and fucked up the timer—

The machine pushes the toy into his body mercilessly, not waiting for Dabi to adjust, not pressing it in slowly so he opens around it. It slams his lover's cock in deep and Dabi's legs twitch in the braces on either side of the main bench as he is filled up so quickly and so completely that he is left with tears springing to his eyes. His own stretching kept him from being torn, but the pleasure-pain that goes through him as the dildo is immediately drawn back out of him and then fucked back inside of him just as roughly nakes Dabi see stars. He hasn't been able to fuck himself as roughly as he likes to have his Daddy fuck hum when he's been breaking rules or, more embarrassingly, when he just breaks down and begs for it. He curls his hands into the cord of the cuffs and holds on tight as the machine doesn't stop. Why would it? This is what it was programmed to do and it has no understanding of why it wouldn't. It keeps fucking him with the same power as the first thrust, the pace never wavering, the cock never shifting inside of him the way that the rough, imperfectly human movements of his lover's hips would be able to do. That's the thing that makes this experience so different. Tomura's hands aren't tight, but careful, around his hips, his body isn't bowing along Dabi's spine to tell him how good he's feeling as he does this, how tight he is, how nice the heat spilling out of his skin is, how he looks so cute as his face pinches with the pleasure-pain of being filled so completely and roughly. The machine can give it to him hard the way he wants, but it can't make it feel as good as it would if his Daddy were the one attached to the thick, perfect cock pounding against his insides. 

Those distinctions doesn't make the movements feel bad though, and Dabi is moaning so loudly that his voice is echoing off the walls in a matter of seconds as the toy keeps fucking him hard and deep. The unrelenting rhythm sends pleasure all through his body, the helplessness of locking his wrists in place, of not letting his legs leave the rests so that he has to just lay on his stomach and take it. Every thrust is hard enough that he is being moved against the bench, his caged cock bumping up against the bars as Dabi knows that if he were out of it, he would have been rubbing himself off against the leather without an ounce of shame. He needs Daddy to come home.  

"D-Daddy," he gasps, knowing that the camera will hear him. Normally Daddy talks to him when he's fucking him so good. That's something that he's been missing so, so much since he left him here, and Dabi doesn't know if he'll actually be able to string a coherent thought together as he tries to endure the toy. But he wants to try. He wants to show him how good he's being and how much he misses him because he knows that he'll never be the kind to write letters or plan out gifts a month in advance to keep him from feeling so alone. "Feels good, Daddy!" He bites his lip, trying to clear his mind enough to actually make words form in his throat. "W-wanna have it inside with you. Wanna have my prick all wet against the bench." Just the thought of being able to rub himself off humping the bench like an animal turns him on so much that a spike of pain goes through his balls as his cock stays dutifully soft in his cage. "Wanna cum when Daddy puts his cock in my mouth." He is practically drooling already as he imagines being pinned between both, his mouth getting fucked just as hard as his ass is, Tomura sticking his thumbs between his teeth and stretching his staples near their breaking point so that he can make Dabi's mouth wide enough as his chin rests against the bench. He would be open enough then for his Daddy to fuck his throat just like the toy is fucking his ass. Dabi moans, the words he wants to form to tell him how badly he wants that evaporating away as the toy changes its pattern. 

The hard thrusts become shallower, fucking into him in a few rapid, shallow bursts, ones that have the toy's thick head pushing directly against his prostate not leaving him any room to try and catch his breath as it happens. And then it switches back to deeper, more powerful thrusts that make his nerves sing and a sob tear out of his throat. 

"Daddy! Daddy, please! I need you!" He blubbers as the toy fucks him so unrelentingly, so good, but not the way he wants it to. He wants his Daddy's hands, his words, his eyes on him. He wants kisses and soft caresses that seem like they should be so loving and tender for the moment before Tomura does something so filthy that a porn star would blush. 

He doesn't want to be alone in his pleasure anymore. 

Dabi can't do anything with his desperation but give into it, and he lets himself come apart at the seams. There is no shame in him, no fear of being overheard, as he babbles and sobs, sometimes fighting against the bonds he secured onto himself as the machine moves inside of him without offering him any kind of reprieve. This is the closest he can get to his Daddy working him up without offering him relief until he's shattered him apart. He wants to be broken like that again so he can languish in how softly and sweetly he puts him back together. He just wants to be allowed to be nothing but the person Tomura loves when they're in their bed together. 

He wants, the toy moves, and it's not long before he's shuddering through his first orgasm, keening and sobbing because there is still no reprieve. The toy keeps moving at exactly the same pace. It doesn't care that he's not ready to have more, it is programmed to give more, so that is what his body is forced to accept. And it just keeps going. Dabi cries himself hoarse, is forced to give up another orgasm before the timer seems to run out, and then the toy retreats. Dabi doesn't know how long he stays, his whole body numb, on that bench, but he does know that the tears he cries there as he tries to come back to himself are because he wants his Daddy to be home. Because he wants to have him close again. Because some impossible place in his mind wanted Tomura to surprise him and appear so that he could have his hands soft against his skin as he picked him up from the bench and put him back together. Instead he has to undo his restraints, wipe up the lube from his thighs and the toy, and stumble weakly over to turn off the camera and send the video along. Dabi doesn't do anything else before he goes and gets into bed, grabbing Tomura's pillow that doesn't even smell like him after a month apart, as he presses his face to it and holds on tight. Maybe he can just sleep until he's not alone anymore.

It's a very rare thing for the world to take pity on him and give him what he wants, but Dabi wakes with a cool hand rubbing over his shoulder, cool lips pressing against his cheek as the bed dips beside him, the smell of rain in the air, and through the haze of sleep, his heart swells in his chest. 

"Daddy?" 

"I'm home, baby boy. Go back to sleep, it's still late. I'll be right here in the morning, firefly. I love you so much." He lays down with him, letting Dabi curl into his chest and cling to him, hoping that this isn't a crueler nightmare than the ones he's used to. Tomura's arms tighten around him as well, and his lips press against his hair before he tells him again, "It's alright, precious, I'm right here. I love you." 

Dabi closes his eyes again, holding tight to him until the dark takes everything away. 

///

Tomura thought that the fuck machine was going to be the crown jewel of the gifts that he sent his firefly. He always got hot at the idea of being used by more than one person, but the truth is that neither of them had actually felt comfortable asking someone else to join their scenes. Dabi didn't want to be that vulnerable with anyone else, and Tomura selfishly didn't want to give up an ounce of control over his firefly. For the first half of the video, Dabi seems like he's enjoying the treatment, getting lost in some of the ideas that he'd had about how they could use it when he got home, but towards the end— Tomura has only seen Dabi drop twice before, once the very first time they had scened properly and not just hooked up out of convenience. The first time that Tomura had given him proper aftercare and the affection and attention that he had paid to the other man had been enough to send him down a spiral that took a long time to pull him out of. The second had been right after Deika. After a month of him fighting Gigantomachia and Dabi being on his own doing a high-stress mission trying to keep Hawks from realizing exactly how much they didn't trust him while still using his information to their benefit. He had tried to bring Dabi to bed for something more gentle, to reconnect with him after they had been apart for so long, and he'd barely gotten his hand on him before he was snarling at him, so vicious that Tomura thought, for a second, he was about to be dumped. And then Dabi had shattered and had curled into his body and needed to stay close to him for as long as he could allow himself to when he was always so focused on his work. 

But at the end of the video, Tomura had seen how dull his eyes were, how he listlessly moves to turn off the camera, and he had immediately gotten out of bed and repacked his few belongings. 

"Tomura, you should stay until morning to make certain that your treatments have all taken their full effect." He touches his chin, not looking like he has even considered retiring yet despite the late hour. "You really shouldn't be leaving at all. You know that you would progress much more quickly if you were to spend the time I suggested in suspended animation." 

"If something happens," His tone is more clipped than he thinks he's ever let it get with the other man. "I will send word or return for a check-up. But I'll be going back to base. Now. If nothing happens, then I will contact you in a week for further discussion about getting more treatments that will not leave my organization completely without a leader for so long." Ujiko opens his mouth again and Tomura straightens up further, glaring down at the diminutive man. "Unlike my teacher, I am not badly wounded and outside of my prime. My body can grow and adapt to these new quirks naturally if I so choose. I am a young leader who has a new organization relying on me. Perhaps you have spent so long assisting my teacher that you've forgotten that I do not need to push my responsibilities off onto a successor so that I can focus on my desires rather than keeping up with the work that I need to do." 

Ujiko finally takes the fucking hint and simple inclines his head. "Of course, Tomura. Just do be careful. You know that this is not the path that your teacher would have wanted for you." 

"Luckily he's no longer in charge of my future anymore. Johnny," He orders, waking the nomu. It brings the tar into his throat and Tomura lets it take him away from this place, arriving back in the villa and traveling up to their room as quickly as he can. 

He's not at all surprised to find Dabi laying in a tight ball on the bed, the smell of blood still lingering around the room from how much longer his firefly must have cried after he was finished with the video. Remorse goes through him so strongly. No more treatments, no work for as long as he can actually convince Dabi to take a break. Just the two of them together. He'll hijack one of their safe houses and take him on a vacation if he has to. They might already be at war, but what good is any of it if they don't live their lives while they can? He wants a life with Dabi, but he's not about to risk losing the time they're already getting together by always keeping his eyes trained so far ahead to the future.

He slips into the bed, hands reaching for his firefly, and feeling him wake immediately. "Daddy?"

"I'm home, baby boy. Go back to sleep, it's still late. I'll be right here in the morning, firefly. I love you so much." Tomura has made a lot of declarations in his life, to his teacher, his people, to Dabi himself, but he doesn't think that there have ever been truer words that he's ever spoken. He knows that there is nothing beyond this that he wants, that he would do whatever it takes to keep that love bright in his chest after thinking that he wasn't made for anything but hate for so many years. 

He holds Dabi tight as he falls back to sleep and knows  that practicality cannot be the only thing he thinks of as he tries to make progress towards ending this war. He can't just not be a liability, can't spin his wheels, but he also cannot be as hands-off as his teacher was towards the end of his villainy. He needs to be here, for the League, for the PLF, for Dabi and he's going to find a better balance to do that without sacrificing hurting his lover in the process. 

"I love you." Dabi's already asleep again when he whispers that against the crown of his head, but he'll say it as many times as he can, wrap him in the words until they've melded with his very bones. 

///

Dabi wakes with arms around him. He wakes with the smell of Tomura's skin in his nose and the press of their bodies together. He wakes and isn't alone for the first time in a month and Dabi nearly bursts into tears again. And then he bites at one of the staples inside of his mouth to tell himself that that's not something that should be making him all dewy and that if Tomura is already back then maybe something went wrong, or maybe he's ahead of schedule, maybe he needs to go back in immediately and this is all of the time that he could squeeze away from the doctor. He isn't sure what, but he knows that he needs to sit up and start to tell him everything that he missed with work. 

He pulls his head up from his chest and sees warm red eyes, that he's missed so much, looking back at him. "Morning, firefly." 

And for the first time in his life, Dabi doesn't give a flying fuck about work, responsibility, or anything else. He doesn't care how badly the PLF needs Tomura's input on what they've been working on while he was gone. Tomura is here and he's his, and Dabi... needs that to be the only thing that matters for a little while. "I missed you, Daddy." 

He sees how that surprises Tomura. He has always been the one who insisted they take care of work before pleasure, but he needs this. "I missed you too, firefly, but you were such a good boy for me while I was gone. And now I'm home and you get your special reward, precious." 

He'd honestly forgotten that there was any kind of reward that was going to be given to him, but he'll take anything that he can get now. "Will you unlock it?" He asks, begs as he tries to show him how much he wants him, wants to have his hands against his body and be allowed to feel good the way only Tomura can make him after so many weeks separated. 

Tomura presses a kiss to his forehead and coaxes him to roll onto his back, Dabi still naked from the night before and eagerly spreading his legs before Daddy reaches over to his nightstand. The bottom drawer has a keypad on it and he easily enters the numbers and takes out the last black gift box and a little silver key on a chain. "Of course I will, baby boy. I'm so proud of you for keeping it on all of this time. And you made so many cute videos for me, firefly. It made me feel so much better to see you enjoying yourself even while I couldn't be with you. It helped it not hurt so much while we were apart." 

It does something to him to hear that the videos weren't just to check that he was following along with the rules. That Tomura wanted them because he wanted to see him when they couldn't really talk, that they were a source of comfort for him while Ujiko fucking experimented on him. It makes him reach and finally have his lover's soft hair under his palms again as he pulls him down to give him a kiss. No matter what other pleasures Tomura found to imitate him and stimulate Dabi, there is nothing that he could have given him that would taste as sweet or make his whole body hum the way being kissed slowly and deeply by his lover can. Tomura kisses him back, ignoring the presents as he just holds him for a moment instead, and when they have to part for breath, his mouth goes over his chin, down along his throat as he presses kisses to the delicate, scarred skin there and murmurs, 

"Not going to leave your side for a week, Dabi. Going to take you on vacation and follow you around until you're sick of me and then not going to stop until you set me on fire." 

And a few months ago, if Tomura had made that declaration then, dabi probably would have snuck out and disappeared just to prove a point. But right now the words just put a fresh, heady heat through his body. "Daddy." He only has to say the word before Tomura is kissing him again as he reaches to unlock his cage. 

Feeling the metal come away from his skin is enough to have Dabi gasping into his mouth, his fingers tightening in his hair. He whimpers as his lover sets it aside and his prick is finally fully exposed again for the first time in a month. And he isn't surprised, but still manages to be embarrassed when just a few kisses have him hardening rapidly, the feeling of blood rushing there after not having any for a long time making the sensation so much more intense than he remembers it being the time before. 

"Ah," the moan slips from his lips breathily as Tomura wet his hand and then wraps his gloved hand around him, the leather sliding over his skin enticingly as he pumps him slowly. It doesn't matter that it's slow, he's fully hard after just a few, his fingers moving from his hair to his back as his nails curl into his skin, feeling the firmness of muscle that he isn't sure was there before he left. He clings to him as Tomura presses his lips against his cheek, murmuring, 

"You can have whatever you want today, baby, as many times as you want. You don't have to hold anything back. This is all just for you, sweetheart." And it's the sweetness of those words that send Dabi over the edge with his cock for the first time in a month. He cries out, his back arching up into Tomura's body as his cock starts to pulse, as his balls are allowed to draw tight and feel so good as his orgasm rips through him, sharper and more intense than the ones that he's been given throughout the past month on his own. It feels so good, but it's not enough as the aftershocks slip away much faster than they do when he's cum on Daddy's cock. 

It still takes him a minute to catch his breath and try to find his tongue. "Want you, Daddy. Missed you." 

"I missed you too, firefly." Tomura tells him, giving him another kiss before he reaches for his last present. "And I got something special that you've been wanting for a long time to celebrate. Do you want your present now, baby?" 

He nods weakly, not wanting to seem ungrateful for all of the presents that Daddy has gotten for him throughout the month. He likes all of the presents, he just didn't like being alone. He'll be happy to have another when he knows that Tomura is right here to enjoy it with him. 

Thankfully Tomura doesn't expect him to stop clinging to him to open it, and this box is special, the paper and ribbon wrapped around it so that he can just lift away the lid and reach inside for the contents. Dabi keens in the back of his throat when he sees the strap-on, designed so that any dildo can be used with it and so that Tomura's cock won't be restrained either. Dabi has wanted a double penetration toy for a long time, but they never found one that they liked. This makes his skin feel like it's going to overheat as Tomura also retrieves the replica of his cock that Dabi has been using for the past month. 

"Do you want to be full, baby boy?" 

Words completely fail him, only a desperate keen leaving his throat as he spreads his legs wider to try and get the matching cocks inside as soon as possible. He understands now why Daddy told him the toy yesterday was his warm-up. His insides still feel loose and ready when Daddy's fingers go to his hole and make sure he's nice and wet for the toys. He missed the feeling of his hands on him, and as soon as he's coherent enough to ask for it, he's going to be doing so to beg to have them naked against his body. 

When Tomura determines that he's wet enough, he takes a moment to get himself into the strap, settling the dildo into place, and making Dabi's mind flood with heat and smoke trickle out of his seams as he looks at how much is going to be inside of him in a moment as Tomura starts to slick both members as well. "Are you sure, pretty boy?" He asks, his lips quirked up into a sweet smile as he watches him. 

"Please, Daddy," he hasn't wanted anything but having Tomura back with him for weeks. Weeks that he's spent thinking about how much he's also wanted to be able to play with all of the toys and engage in the scenes that he'd left instructions for with Tomura. He can't think of anything better than getting to be fucked by his Daddy and the toy his whole world has been revolving around since he had to leave. 

"Anything for you, love." Tomura holds his legs open, dipping his head down to press a kiss against the inside of Dabi's thigh before he brings both heads to his hole and starts to push inside. 

Dabi isn't surprised that he cums again when they're seated all the way inside of him, the fullness splitting him open so consuming that he doesn't have room for thoughts about anything else as his lover fucks him so gently on them until Dabi is nothing but a sobbing puddle on the bed, Tomura never failing to have sweet words for him as he kisses away the tears on his cheeks. 

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It's very late in the day before Dabi is showered, somewhat dressed, and Tomura has corralled him so that he's come to sit on the couch as he piles food in front of him like he needs to feed a small army and not just them. 

"I'm fine." He says, because the last time Tomura had acted like this it was because Dabi hadn't been, but it was such an embarrassing thing Dabi had refused to acknowledge or speak of it again. "What the fuck do you mean 'vacation'? We have work to do, and don't you have more treatments you need to do too?" 

Tomura pauses putting out food and sits down beside him on the couch. "We need to work, but I don't need them. I need to be here, with you, helping to make sure that this organization doesn't fall apart the way the League nearly did when my teacher was captured." He reaches, hesitating slightly, but Dabi is weak, is still thinking about the ache in his chest more than he's thinking about being a good lieutenant, and he gives his over as well, letting Tomura squeeze it gently. "I didn't like being away for that long and I'm not going to keep doing it when I could be here and making more of a difference." He brings his knuckles up to his lips and presses a kiss to them. "And if you think you can pull yourself away from all of your work, just for a week, then I want to go to one of the safe houses. Things have been busy for a long time now. We don't know how long this war will last or if things will ever be as calm as they are right now again. I want to spend some time, just the two of us, without all of this hanging over our heads." 

It had been easy to shrug off work when he had been so tangled up in his need, but Tomura watches him, waits for his response with an air around him that tells Dabi that he knows how hard it will be for him to choose rest, relaxation, and them over the goals that are the only things he's cared about for so many years. Tomura always speaks like he's so sure that they're going to win, that no matter how Dabi burns, he's always going to pull him out of that fire before he's lost to him forever. Dabi is the one who isn't sure if that's actually going to happen. 

And if it doesn't and he misses the one chance to have something good and entirely his for a little while, then he'll burn with that regret clinging onto him. He doesn't want that.

"Which safe house?" He asks. 

"Whichever one you want, firefly." Tomura pulls him close again and Dabi takes the kiss, accepts the care, allows himself to admit that maybe tempering the value of their relationship around how much they've been willing to put it aside for work is not the positive thing he's been framing it as. Maybe they can be villains and can be in love and those two things don't have to steal worth from each other as they try to find balance between them. He's not sure, but he knows that Tomura will be more than happy to help him try to figure that out. 

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Let Him Cook pt5

Charles Leclerc x MasterChef! reader

A/N: I'm really so happy with all the love that you have given to this fic. I enjoy writing about it, let me know if you have any blurbs or scenarios that you wanna see. This series will continue on and on

Let Him Cook Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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lec lerc challenge

"As you all know by now, Charles is planning to launch his own ice cream store"you started talking to the camera "And you know what funny story, he didn't even tell me"

Charles, who was by your side, was laughing like a hyena. He actually wanted it to be discovered on the the first day of April so everyone might think its a prank but then he will announce that he is very serious about it. It was an elaborate prank on top of prank. However, the news sites got a hold of it earlier.

"That's another story time. We have to get down to business" Charles reeled the topic back to the video that you two are making.

"Okay so in order to test Charlie's knowledge about ice cream, I have here ice creams that I made myself" you explained.

In front of the two of you were 10 paper cups. They have been covered on top so that Charles won't get a hint about the color.

"So my main task is to identify what's the flavor of the ice cream"Charles confirms "Easy"

"I made some unconventional flavors to throw you off" you informed him.

You can't help but giggle as you remember how you made some weird flavors for the ice cream. But hey, this was supposed to be a challenge to see if Charles' taste buds are working so it doesn't necessarily have to be a delicious ice cream.

"Okay, I am ready to scream for ice cream"

The first five cups were easy peasy. It's common flavors such as chocolate, vanilla, cookies and cream, caramel, and pistachio.

"I'm good at this mon amour"

Charles is pretty confident now. Time to throw the curveballs.

"I'm excited for you to try this"you excitedly give him the cup.

Since Charles is blindfolded as he does this challenge, the first thing he does is smell it. He is usually confident upon spelling but the frown lines forming on his face suggest that he might be confused about the flavor profile.

"This feels strange. I smelled this before but I can't put my name on it"Charles notes.

He takes a scoop from the cup and tasted it. It was evident to his face that he didn't enjoy this ice cream a lot.

"That's so sour, mon amour there are definitely strawberries in that"Charles complained.

"Strawberries and?"

There was a string of italian and french word from Charles as he tries his best to identify it. Finally, he had a lightbulb moment where he remembered the taste of it.

"BALSAMICO" Charles screamed "That is not a flavor I will put in my store, definitely"

Y/NCooks posted a photo.

Y/NCooks turns out Charles is pretty good with his taste buds. Watch me test Charles with his ice cream skills [link]

User1 Atleast we know that Charles is committed to being an ice cream man

User2 Charles_Leclerc you should definitely try the bourbon and corn flakes in the menu

User 3 Highly agree, I would love to try that User4 were all acting like were so close to milan. Babes we live across the world.

LandoNorris do you have some plain ice cream left for me

Y/NCooks i have some but its good to try other flavors every now and then Lan LandoNorris mmm, i'll try that black sesame one. that seems like a good flavor Y/NCooks brilliant. message me when i can see you Charles_Leclerc im amazed how Y/N managed to convince you of different food choices

MasterChefAU is this Charles' entry to master chef blind taste test challenge?

Charles_Leclerc MasterChef Monaco soon??? User4 I'm laughing at the number of sidequest Charles has. SIR you are an f1 driver!!!

Charles the baker

Charles_Leclerc posted a photo.

Charles_Leclerc okay i did all the measurements right. WHY DID THEY EXPAND

User1 I can hear Charles screaming with the caption

User2 Charles is such a mood when I try to bake things

User3 But is it edible tho?

Charles_Leclerc it is but its not as pretty User4 this is an internet highlight wherein Charles is sulking and asking the internet where he went wrong

maxverstappen1 recipe reveal?

Charles_Leclerc no ✨✨ maxverstappen1 don't want it anyways. i just wanted to know what you did so i won't end up like that User5 MAX!!!!! User6 your honor we love the lestappen crumbs

Y/NCooks honey maybe you should consider giving it some space, bread do expand when they get baked.

Charles_Leclerc they do?? Y/NCooks Yes they do. But in all honesty they look so cute, its alright honey Charles_Leclerc love you mon amour!

SebastianVettel maybe we should have a baking session one of these days, I can teach you a lot about baking breads

Charles_Leclerc sounds good, miss you already Seb User7 oh to be Charles Leclerc having the Sebastian Vettel teaching him bread and MasterChef Y/N encouraging him

tiktok pasta challenge

It was a fairly simple tiktok viral recipe and in your mind its something that Charles will be able to follow instructions with. So you set up your camera and told Charles about a cooking challenge that he has to do.

"Today's challenge, Charles will be using his listening skills. Lets see how well he listens to me"you greeted the camera "Are you ready mon amour?"

"More than ever, I look good in an apron"

You stayed behind the camera as Charles stayed in front of the kitchen counter. He was tying up his apron and grabbing your chef hat from one of the drawers.

"First of all, I need you to quarter an onion"you instructed.

Charles was immediately grabbing the onion and you immediately face palmed yourself when Charles started quartering the onion without even peeling it.

"Honey, you are supposed to peel it" you sigh

"Honey, you didn't say anything about peeling it. We have three cameras set up and editors should replay that you said quarter it and not peel it" Charles argued

You raised your hand in defeat, you should have been more clearer.

"Okay, I'm not gonna be vague. I'll make it clear"

The whole cooking went along smoothly until its time for Charles to cook the pasta. He has been heavily stressing to get the texture right this time or else it will further the allegations that he can't cook pasta.

"Calm down Charlie"

"I am very very very calm, I'm just checking" he lifted the lid for the fifth time "They have to be perfect"

"Charles is very honored to be taught by Gordon on a 1 on 1 session"you informed the camera.

The two have exchanged numbers and Charles will often ask his culinary questions to Gordon when you were not available to answer them right away. Gordon seems to enjoy the new friendship with the driver since he often send Charles link for cooking recipe to try.

"I don't wanna be an idiot sandwhich" Charles muttered, stirring the pot of pasta.

Charles got a perfect al dente to his pasta. He pulls out the baked feta and tomatoes out of the oven then mixed it with the pasta. It seems as if the dish looks pretty especially with the garnishes that Charles insisted.

"Plating is also everything"he says to the camera as he grates some lemon zest to the plate "Whatever this taste like, just remember that Y/N was instructing me so if there is anyone to blame then its Y/N"

"Way to throw me under the bus Charles"

Y/NCooks just posted a photo

Y/NCooks The dish vs the chef. I think they are equally yummy [link]

User1 CHARLES CAN COOK!!!!

User2 alternative title charles stressing 10 minutes straight if the pasta is al dente or not

User3 The girlfriend effect on Charles is that he is now able to cook pasta

User4 I really want to try that pasta

Arthur_Leclerc i hope you never get tired of the pasta, its the only thing he will cook from now on

Charles_Leclerc i mean she loves it!!!! Y/NCooks its pretty good arthur, you should try it!! Arthur_Leclerc next family dinner? Charles_Leclerc im on it! User24 oh to be a fly at the Leclerc family dinner

User5 I think everyone ignored the caption, miss maam thirsting over her boyfriend

User6 if i was Y/N i would too Y/NCooks facts only!!! User6 Mother replied to us!!!

scuderiaferrari so charles is approved for a cooking challenge in the channel soon?

Y/NCooks he is born ready User8 kind of missed the c2 cooking challenges

everything i cooked

Charles_Leclerc posted a reel

here is everything that I did to celebrate Y/N's birthday. This isn't a common day, its really special so I have to run at 5 to get the flowers I ordered for her. Then next I cooked up breakfast which is some pancakes, thank you Carlos for the recipe. And then I surprised her with a little bit of breakfast in bed

and then I started making our lunch after clearing the table. Y/N had been craving butter chicken and I purposely did not take her so I could make some at home. Its a fairly easy recipe, I just had to mix some spices, cook the onions then you have the tomato paste and then cream. thanks Gordon I owe you one. She loved it so much.

and then I started early on the dessert for dinner. I didn't do the ladyfingers from scratch, I don't have a lot of time so yes here we are. The tiramisu is in the fridge. And then since Y/N loved the Lady and the Tramp spaghetti meatballs scene. I did my own take on it. Needless to say she loved it. So yes happy birthday once more mon amour, I love you so so much.

User10 I know we have been making fun of Charles but the man can actually cook.

User11 My boyfriend be forgetting my birthday but Charles here is slaving in the kitchen for Y/N's birthday

User12 CHARLES IS THE STANDARD!!! User14 Imagine cooking a whole breakfast, lunch, dinner, with a birthday dessert???!!! GOD I SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS

MasterChefAU Im glad to hear you are treating our girl well, happy birthday Y/NCooks

User13 OUR GIRL??!!!! Y/NCooks he is treating me well, thank you for all the greetings

Gordongram That's a beautiful dish and effort Charles!

Charles_Leclerc Thank you !!! Y/NCooks he is screaming btw Gordongram

PierreGasly when will you cook for me

CarlosSainz55 and me?? i think there is some former teammate privileges out here LewisHamilton the current teammate is also wondering SebastianVettel you boys are not Y/N. Y/N is special. Charles_Leclerc what seb said!!!

Y/NCooks one of the sweetest gesture anyone did for me. Thank you honey for making this day extra special. I don't need any five star restaurants when I have you in the kitchen.

Charles_Leclerc I love you. You deserve the world User21 Them your honor. User22 Happy Birthday Y/N, you two are excellent for each other

[haute-pockette]

The Doctor being disabled.

Every incarnation sitting somewhere on the autism spectrum. Their stims and behaviors vary between incarnations.

First doctor with alexithymia. On Gallifrey it was fine, ignored. A "superior race" that prided itself in observation without interference doesn't put too much stalk in compassion. But meeting humans up close with Barbara and Ian started him down a path of learning to put words to his own feelings as well as others.

As his body aged he also developed arthritis. The cane was for mobility as much as it was for style. He learned the hard way that aspirin is not Gallifreyan friendly (he survived the small dose, but it scared the hell out of Susan).

Two with lots of physical stims. All his gestures and wringing his hands, grabbing onto companions.

Dyspraxic Two. Chicken scratch handwriting, stumbling over his words and his feet. He really leans into tactile sensations whether it's the texture of his clothes or holding onto a companion, it was always grounding for him.

Third tended to shut down more than his first two since the constant stress and frustration of exile had him already wound pretty tight. He'll lock himself in the lab and just put himself on autopilot until he recharges enough to deal with whatever shenanigans are happening.

Three has tinnitus that of various sounds including almost like the tardis materialization sound. He often has to look up to check if the Master is showing up to bother him or not.

Four has ADHD alongside with autism. He struggles with constantly running from responsibility and wanting to have some sense of control of situations.

It's one of those snowballs of procrastination causing anxiety which causes him to procrastinate further. Unless it's urgently life threatening, his stress response is freeze.

Five masks and suppresses his emotions in an attempt to blend with neurotypicals more since he's self-conscious of his previous "eccentricity" as Four. It causes a lot of strain between him and Tegan after Earthshock.

Peripheral neuropathy causing muscle weakness in his legs cause of the difficult regeneration. Look how much he falls over and leans on the tardis console, he can't stand straight for long periods of time without aids. Usually has braces, but will use a cane around the tardis (would use the wheelchair but it's dead in the Castrovalva river).

Six gets overstimulated easier than some, especially by noises and textures. Usually that with things not going accordingly tends to set off meltdowns. Ever since he hurt Peri he turns his energy on himself instead.

Bipolar Six. He tends to handle mania better than depression, at least when he has too much energy he knows he can spend it and try to get it out. He'll usually park the tardis somewhere his companion can enjoy and shut himself away in the cloister room or zero room when at the worst of his lows.

Also type 1 diabetic six, regenerating from poison fucked with his metabolism. He is careful to take care of his blood sugar, but he's terrible at remembering to stay hydrated. That's why Mel is always shoving carrot juice at him.

Seven has ADD (yes I know it's technically "ADHD of the predominantly inattentive type" but ADD is easier). ADD as in he's always in his own head, always five points ahead of the conversation. His train of thought is incomprehensible to most, but there is a string of logic to it.

Dyspraxic Seven with an abnormal gait and stance. Bad posture makes him look shorter than he is. Only he can read his own handwriting, which he insists is not as bad as it is.