#The imagery is so fucking delicious either way because you get to imagine either the two of them sitting close enough together

[theimpossiblescheme]

Say what you will about the Cyrano movie (and one day I'll be able to in a halfway articulate manner), but I am still mildly obsessed with "Every Letter", and I think about this ending couplet all the time...

Your letters are drawings on me from above I know who you are and I know you are loved

Just... the idea of Cyrano and Christian receiving a letter in return from Roxanne and feeling their breath catch both with ecstasy and with bitter regret.

I know who you are...

But she can't. But she mustn't. But it would break her heart--she would never trust them again. But it wouldn't be fair to Christian. But Cyrano could never show his face again. But they already feel themselves burn under her gaze, and to meet it honestly without the armor of a soldier, of these letters, would scorch them until nothing remains. But the only true honor is to hide, even if they know it's really the coward's way out. But the only safety (if they were being brutally honest with themselves) is to hide.

... and I know you are loved.

But God, they wish they didn't have to.

[yurious-george]

For those of you who don’t know anything about Hollow Knight or its upcoming sequel, Silksong, there is some drama of astronomical potential that is going to be hilarious to see how it shakes out.

Three things. First, as you may already know, Hollow Knight is one of those hardcore games that attracts a certain type of cishet “gamer guy”: I’m sure you know the type. They can be more or less overtly bigoted, but either way, they’re all kind of That Guy. Second, Princess Hornet is one of the major characters in Hollow Knight, and the player character in Silksong. Third, every character in the Hollow Knight world is a bug, and aren’t depicted as having sexually dysmorphic traits that humans have: there are no insects with tits in this game, despite being bipedal and anthropomorphic. (Despite that, Hornet is frequently drawn with tits anyway, because the aforementioned demographic is outrageously horny for her. This is important later.)

In Silksong, Hornet is strongly implied to have a rival/deuteragonist, Lace! Not much is known about Lace, except she’s described as sadistic and set up as Hornet’s rival. And gamer dudebros hate her.

Maybe not full on hate, but they don’t like her. “Too mean and dislikable,” if memory serves. If I had to guess, they’re subconsciously picking up on the subtext and being homophobic about it: Hornet is the waifu of many a gamer bro, and between the subtext and Lace’s implied importance in the narrative/sadism/independence/backhandedness, Lace does not have a lot of love in that half of the community.

(As for the other half of the community, the player character of Hollow Knight is canonically agender. There are two canon gay couples within the game, and while not required, completing their side quests is essential to 100%ing the game. Despite being a couple of Cishet Male Gamers themselves, the Hollow Knight team is gracefully supportive of the LGBT+ community, and much of the fan base is LGBTQ+!)

But back to Lace: Lace and her subtext. Lace has insane amounts of wedding and romantic subtext despite only having 2 trailers and a demo’s worth of content. Off the top of my head:

association with white & gold, particularly white roses

Lots of church imagery, especially an emphasis on ringing bells

Lace’s and Hornet’s VAs are both Japanese, and Lace is straight up wearing a Japanese wedding garment while dressed head to toe in white

Visual design and presentation wise, Lace is framed as an equal and opposite to Hornet. Lace is likely to play the rival-won-over role that Hornet had in Hollow Knight, to the point of leaving the arena the same way as Hornet when her first fight ends

Calls Hornet delicious when first introduced. Then says she likes her when Hornet tells her to fuck off

Strongly implied to have saved Hornet in the opening trailer

And, last but certainly not least: the original Silksong announcement, with Lace’s introduction, came out on February 14th.

And that’s just off the top of my head!

I don’t want to get my hopes up, much less expect anything and get disappointed, but in my heart I am hoping gamer bros take the BIGGEST L when Silksong comes out. I hope Lace is complex and engaging and still sadistic. I hope Lace is the Vriska of Silksong. I hope Lace and Hornet have so much subtext it’s practically text. I hope the good end is locked behind a lesbian wedding.

I don’t hope for that last one specifically, but just imagine. Go on, pair off the one character that cishet male fans go “hhhurngh… female character” and draw with massive balloon tits to the character they hate the most. Do it. I believe in you

But seriously: The main character of the most wishlisted game on Steam confirmed in a wlw relationship, effectively alienating half or more than half of the fan base. Hollow Knight: Silksong has the potential to be the funniest lesbian W in the universe and I cannot wait to see how it all goes down.

[wh1sp3rr]

𑊡˚+₊🎧✦ — expose + bkg; drabble

cw: nsfw, aged up, gn! reader, established relationship, m! oral receiving

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

imagine bakugo on an online game with best buds kirishima and denki and screaming at them every few seconds bc of how disobedient they are and then he just suddenly silences and the guys are asking him if he’s muted and you’re under him, just purring at his cock and warming it with the delicacy of your cheek, almost smelling his new arousal.

imagine bakugo having to literally mute because of how distracting the feeling is, how distracting the sound of the zipper undoing and the feeling of colder air by his boxers is: newly invited pleasure just making itself at home. the guys are asking him if he’s muted and you keep on hitting the button to unmute, being so radical and rebellious, airing your boyfriend’s vulnerability like it was some sort of sick game: a sick game he found want in of course. a blurry focus starts when his eyes begin to slowly cross from how numb he is to everything but you. your tongue. and the constant drag of it.

licking up and down, staring at him cheekily in the eyes, he can’t help but groan at the largeness of your own, the angelic glow of them. his heart almost stops when kiri says, “there you are! why aren’t you speaking?” and he’s just fucking blushing a pitying sight, locking his hips and teeth pushing into his lip, him desperately grasping at anything to quiet his whiny impending release, your hand so poised and infiltrating on the curve of his arm, toying and clawing with your nails so slowly back and forth like you were mowing his skin.

over and over again, so so so much closer he is now, your flesh of lips sucking him down so good and squeezing and honing and devouring him like you’re fucking insane. not caring if he’d reveal himself to embarrassment for years because right now you know that all that matters to him is you. you and your locked jaw going over and back and flicking at his dick’s beginning slit so evilly and coyly like you aren’t just giving him head over an online party, his gaming headphones slipping from the heave of his head and its tipping back to ease himself from the delicious pressure.

“gotta go.” he says quickly into the mic, controlled in a way that wouldn’t expose himself, “wait but—“ either kami or kiri’s voice gets cut off when he leaves, he can’t tell. his mind’s too fucked out to focus on anything that’s not you.

the colourful imagery of the screen dims to a harsh black and he swears for so long, “fuckkk,” like he’s letting out a massive held breath.

“oh baby yes,” he croaks, hands now entangled in your hair and hips rocking into your mouth, the bounce and squeak of the chair filling the environment as he does so. you giggle and it sends strums of pleasure to his throb and he fucking glees right then and there, plunging into you deeper and deeper till his movements finally thin out and plateau into descent.

you make a scrunched face from the taste of the slight saltiness you swallow and he just stares at you, still down on your knees below him. clasping your jaw up high, he thumbs your lips, inserting the appendage through,

“do that again and i’ll fuck you on full blast. see how you like it.” he softly kisses you as a full stop to his warning.

[copias-sewer-rat]

Drabble: Cannibal Secondo x FBI agent reader [GN]

I start my new job tomorrow... Won't be able to give you chapters from my fics each week from now on (I think) but I wanted to leave you with something before I become an inconsistent mess. This is based on the “if you want to get really close to someone you should try eat that person” monologue from Secondo because it had Hannibal NBC vibes and I live for that show (also that video lives in my head rent free), this drabble is also based on the show itself so spoilers ahead.

tags and content warnings: cannibalism ahead, seriously, pretty disturbing stuff so please be aware if you don’t tolerate cannibalistic imagery or gore or anything of the sort, also NSFW, minors get out, go to bed!!! (Sorry for any mistakes btw, haven’t proofread much).

Enjoy!

- Secondo is your therapist. He is also secretly obsessed with you (you are pretty oblivious to it at first though…). He seems very cold and distant but in reality, he is very easy to talk to, or at least you think so.

- He is also a cannibal that debates between eating your organs, keeping you away from his intentions and nature so you are not harmed, or eating you out and make you moan and squirm for him and keep you all to himself.

-As an FBI agent you have been investigating various crimes related to a criminal that collects their victim’s organs as trophies to then eat them.

-Secondo is clever, elegant and very strong. He wears the most beautifully tailored suits and he puts a lot of effort into his appearance.

-The passion of his life is to cook, to find what flavours match, creating the most delicious dishes. It is a pity that he also loves to eat human flesh and that he finds it so very delectable (and he also wants to feed it to people without them noticing).

-His love language is acts of service, so he starts cooking for you as your friendship develops (and his obsession/crush too). He gave you human meat a couple of times, telling you it was pork or something of the sort.

-Seeing you share his ‘hobby’ in such a way made him extremely hard and after you left his house he had to jerk off to your image eating human flesh. You had told him that it was delicious and he wanted to taste you there and then (in any way he could). He resisted the urge though, clenching his napkin so tightly under the table that his knuckles turned white.

- His final goal is to make you realise your true potential. He can see (or wants to see) that you are just like him, that you would be perfect together.

-He had manipulated you, he knew what would nudge you into the direction he wanted, but that also made you fall in love with him.

-He would linger close to you to smell your scent, hold your hand to feel the blood flow under your skin, anything to satiate his hunger for you just for a bit.

- When you finally discover that he was the cannibal that you had been looking for he injures you pretty badly but he knows you will survive, he has made sure of it by not hitting any vital organs or an artery.

- While you are laying down, bleeding like a sacrificed animal, he kisses you very gently and disappears from your life, having tasted your blood for the first time. He would think about that taste for the years to come.

-After a few years of him being missing you find him, he was hiding out in Florence. He made sure that you could find him of course, that you would realise that you are made for each other. You cannot lie to yourself either, you have missed him so very much.

-When you finally meet after so long, your feelings are so exposed and visible for one another that you cannot keep your hands or mouths away no longer.

-He fucks you like you have never been fucked before. He is gentle and careful with you, but also so ruthless and animalistic that tears of pure pleasure fall from your eyes.

- While fucking you, he bites your shoulder and he tastes your blood for the second time in his life, his canines piercing your soft skin, imagining your beautiful and perfect flesh in one of his dishes. He cannot take it and becomes undone by the taste of your blood alone.

-He had tried to remember the taste of you for so long, cuming into his hand as he pumped himself into pleasure thinking it was you who was taking all of him, hearing you cry his name, digging your nails on his back and drawing his own blood. He imagined you tasting it from your finger nails, it mixing with you saliva and then tasting his own metallic crimson blood from your own precious mouth.

-His grumpy facade does not exist with you. After being so ruthless with you in bed he takes care of you as you are the most important thing in his life.

-If you decide that you don’t want to eat human flesh he will respect your decision.

-But if you fulfill his desires and become what he thinks you should become he is more than thrilled. He feels that he has found in you his other half, his equal, someone who understands him.

- Whatever you decide he will spoil you rotten with gifts, meals, escapades, books, whatever you may ask. He just wants you to be happy, but always by his side.

- He would not take you leaving him in a good way to say the least. If he cannot have you as his equal, he will have you as a meal, feasting on you, together forever inside of him… (that is if you don’t kill him first).

[gctchell]

anonymous asked: I can just imagine the potential au out of that niffty alastor Pic you posted.

Anon my brain has been buzzing ever since I saw it this morning, my GOD. The potential is JUICY.

"They say the family you choose is better." I thought this moment was a gross oversight and they completely forgot Niffty, because she is tiny and you can fit her just about anywhere - she'd fit perfectly above Alastor's head. But now that I've seen this little delicious piece of fanart, I'm wondering if it might have been intentional after all! Because Niffty is such a good family member to involve in moments like this, yet..

Also, these little dolls. Originally I assumed they were related to Alastor's practice, but getting a closer look at them.. They're a little cutesy, aren't they? Alastor summons brutal tentacles and shadow creatures that seem more fitting for his personal aesthetic, but then he also summons these little devil doll helpers that feel a little out of place. I'm not saying they couldn't fit him, especially with the dapper aesthetic, but looking at this new theory it feels more like Niffty's style, especially when you look at the expressions.

I can just envision Niffty sitting in her room stitching these things to life. I can see it so clearly.

I've been part of conversations that have thrown around the notion that Niffty is actually an Overlord, as well. In the Pilot, she was right there in the casting of the Overlords alongside Husk, who WE have found out is also an Overlord. There's also this neat Twitter post pointing out she has been in multiple imagery that I did not even notice!

ANYWAYS.

My brain is buzzing with scenarios where Niffty is an Overlord;

What the Hell is going to put Alastor within a deeply binding deal to another? This person has to be pretty damn powerful, wouldn't you think? Or in the least, incredibly crafty and clever. This man is BOUND to whoever has him on a leash and it is driving him up the wall. Before Niffty came down in the 50s, he's been kicking around in Hell since the 30s, he has some time under his belt and he has some experience.. So, what does this upstart have to offer?

Well, what if Niffty was a demonologist & worshipper in life and like him, came down to Hell experienced in a different walk of life? She knew exactly where she was going to wind up and she was polished, excited. This is her chosen afterlife and she adores it. She was ready, and there's nothing quite like a soul who embraces her afterlife with full awareness and embodiment of herself. She knows what she's doing, she knows how Hell works, she is expertly versed in it and an infernal academic. She starts ranking up as she pulls souls beneath her belt (how, I don't know just yet!).

Alastor is the kind of guy who is like 'game recognizes game' and he is quickly enticed by her! She's pleasant enough as a personality, and she's delightfully upbeat to boot. They're both from the Golden Age, so there's some relatability there, as well. Meanwhile, she knows who he is. Niffty is obsessive; she knows all the bad boys that are on the map (and even some who are off), and she knows he's a dealmaker. She's not new to deals, either - she made plenty with various sorts of the damned while she was alive.

Her side of the deal is very simple: You be my special companion, and I'll lend you my power. We'll be so happy together!

Niffty struggles to make friends. She loves hard, but she has a personality that can be seen as completely obnoxious and off-putting, driving people away. She's a chatterbox who can go on and on and on, and Alastor is also a chatterbox who can go on and on and on. That lonely heart of hers clutches this opportunity like a fucking knife and drives the needle home in sewing her deal into Alastor's skin, her way of lending him power, but also binding him so damn fiercely to her there is no breaking it. It's a deal. We're friends forever and always.

This is something that does not really grate on him too much as the arrangement is quite profitable and does not really weigh on him, it's in his favor. She tags along wherever he goes and he has power. Yet, prideful creature that he is, he is starting to feel the pull of the deal as he is woven tight to the hotel.

Why is he tied to the hotel if the one who has the contract is Niffty? Well, Niffty longs for friends, and who loved her people? Lilith. Who is going to accept her and support her? Lilith. Who is Niffty going to be loyal to in return? Lilith.

Lilith blips out of the picture for seven years, and coincidentally, so does Alastor. What if Niffty went MIA for all this time, as well? Whatever happened wove them in tight with the Happy Hotel, and Niffty now has an obligation to Charlie - Lilith's daughter. Who has a better shot of being the more charismatic personality that can weave them into the picture more seamlessly? Alastor.

In Episode 8, we see Alastor finally forming something of a soft spot for the group and he has this tender moment with Niffty, confiding in her this truth. It's very sweet. Then later, after barely surviving Adam, Alastor almost died because of this sentimental attachment bullshit. No way, that's not how he is going to go out. He needs to get out of this deal with Niffty somehow, someway, he just doesn't know how yet.

Niffty is very clingy, as well. She said forever, and she meant forever.

[1994sunflower]

Now that I've shared that thought with you. I can only imagine this little innocent girl starts singing that in the car with Michael and it being such a turn on.. bro i gotta stop myself 🤤😅🤭

wowowow....thank you for that image. I wrote a small little blurb about it just because I couldnt help myself. oops

you were in michael’s car on your way back home. it was a big car that fit just perfectly with him and you felt like you were sitting on a throne big enough for two of you in the passenger seat. it was one of those cars that he had to lift you by your hips so you could get on because the door step was too high up. 

michael was driving and he looked so good. he was looking at the road in front of him and was wearing a short sleeve shirt that hung to every muscle in his tattooed arm. you were wearing a pleated skirt with cute little half up pigtails and were humming along with your songs. because michael had given you the aux to appease you. boy would he regret it

it was a long drive back home so both of you were silent and just listening to the music. every once and a while he would glance over at you and smile at how happy you looked from the nice date you had together plus trying to find your favorite songs on your playlist

he hadnt really been paying attention to the songs you played but when your humming turned to a whispered singing of the song and you started moving your body to the rhythm, he tuned in. at least to whatever you were singing along to.

“you want a good girl that does bad things. you never been with no one as nasty” he would be looking over at you with an amused gaze as soon as those suggestive words came out of your mouth. especially when you were embodying that so easily, a good girl and dressed like one to prove it today and yet, all of the dirty things you did with him and allowed to be done to you. it’d just go downhill (for his concentration) from there.

but you didn’t shy away like he might’ve expected you to, instead you held his gaze with a playful smile until he had to look away back to the road “call you daddy give me a nickname”

the way he held on tighter to the steering wheel was enough to let you know that your words effected him. because how could they not when the only time he had heard that title escape your lips was when he had you weak for him. 

but, of course, it only got worse for him as the provocative lyrics continued. his focus on the road was dwindling to say the least - thank goodness the roads were nearly abandoned. 

“try to squeeze in the full nelson…” you were so into the music, you were moving your head and hips along to the song.

but he was gone. literally had to rub a hand on his face to prevent himself from just pulling to the side of the road. because that imagery you had planted in his head? especially when he glanced over and you looked so lithe in his car seat, your pigtails and little outfit that screamed innocence and just making it so much easier to imagine having you in such a submissive position. his sweet little girlfriend singing along to that was surprising but it just had him restraining himself (or attempting to). the way you moved your hips with the tempo without even realizing it didn’t help either, it was so easy to imagine those hips moving in rhythm on him instead. 

he was hard already while he was driving and somehow the fact that you were smiling and singing along so innocently to the filthy lyrics as if you didn’t know what you were doing just made it harder to focus. even saying those dirty things you still seemed so pure, just evidencing how much you were different, changed, because of him. how much he tainted you because despite how you looked right then, his good girl in a small skirt and pigtails was a filthy slut that his cock had fucked in most obscene ways.

but then you hit the final nail on the coffin “skirt off, fuck in the backseat.” 

he didn’t even hear what you said afterwards, because that image was something he could so easily do. throw your small body in his backseat and do everything and more that your lips were moving along to. pulling on your pigtails, flipping your cute little skirt up, splitting you open, overpowering and eclipsing you with his big body and having you just completely folded in half crying for him, for daddy, while you dressed and seemed like the most wholesome little girl. and you were. even hearing you curse was surprising to many, let alone in the context of the song just like how he often drew those words out of your mouth when you were whining for him. turning that sweet girl into the freak he had taught you to be and you’d let him, let him do everything. it’s like you purposely found a song that seemed to describe you and his filthiest fantasies and how he had corrupted you in the most delicious ways. it made it so easy for him to make up his mind on just what he was going to do next.

your wide confused eyes as he went off route to find the closest empty parking lot available just served to spur him on more.

[writerbyaccident]

Covetous: Part Two (Yandere Tomura Shigaraki x Reader)

Request: What are the odds of us getting a part 2 to Covetous 👉🏼👈🏼

Trigger Warning: Mentions of masturbation, sexual imagery, Shigaraki being a disgusting gremlin

Part One

           Having you here was both a blessing and a curse.

           Yes, it meant that Shigaraki got to hear you, got to see you, got to collect more material for his late-night fantasies. But it also meant that he had to deal with seeing you be all disgustingly gooey and sweet with Spinner—and that meant that he couldn’t keep ignoring the fact that you were Spinner’s girlfriend, not his.

           Shigaraki knew that it was shitty of him to be lusting after his friend’s girlfriend. Actually, scratch that, it wasn’t just that he was lusting after you. If that had been it, he could have just jacked himself off to you a few times and gotten you out of his system. But no matter how many times he tried doing just that, it wasn’t enough to get you out of his head, out of his blood. How could it be, when you were the only girl he had ever met who didn’t sneer at the sight of him? Who didn’t edge away when he came close? Who was always so goddamn nice, no matter what he did? No, Shigaraki might not have been totally sure whatever it was that he felt for you, but he sure as hell knew that lust alone didn’t cover it.

           So it seemed that he was stuck with whatever it was that he was feeling, which made the nights that the date nights that you and Spinner spent at the apartment a hellish endurance test for Shigaraki. The first phase of this test was always to see just how long he could stomach seeing you act all couplely with Spinner. You always invited him to hang out with you two, even after that little incident a few weeks back when Shigaraki had gotten a bit too close for comfort. Not wanting to pass up any opportunities to breathe in your air, he always accepted, but how long he stayed before retreating to his room always changed. Some nights the high he got from being with you was enough to let him ignore anything, while other nights, the sight of you giving heart-eyes to Spinner and Spinner touching what should have been his was too much to bear.

           The second phase of this marathon always took place in the comfort and safety of Shigaraki’s bedroom. It was there that he would work to see how long he could go hearing your voice and feeling you so near before had no choice but to bring out his hardened cock and jerk himself off to the thought of you. He never lasted very long on this phase.

           Tonight, for instance, seeing you in that deliciously low-cut top had him rushing to his bedroom nearly as soon as you arrived, not so much for his own sanity this time, but because of the way his cock had begun to harden almost painfully at the image of your tits tempting him like that. And while Shigaraki kind of wanted to see how you would react to seeing his boner, he wasn’t enough of a shitty friend to show Spinner just how much he wanted you.

           So it was only when he heard nothing but a song being played over movie credits that he dared to leave the sanctuary of his bedroom, figuring that you and Spinner had fallen asleep during another movie. Yeah, the image of you curled up in his friend’s arms wasn’t one he liked having burned into his eyelids right before going to sleep himself, but it was worth it for being able to see you so vulnerable, with your breaths so deep and your lips so enticingly parted. That last part always had him imagining what it’d be like if he just happened to slip his cock out of his pants and rest it on your lips, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper into your mouth until you were unconsciously sucking it down like the slut for him that he knew you were meant to be. Honestly, he probably would have done it if Spinner hadn’t been asleep right next to you.

           Anyway, that was what Shigaraki was hoping for when he crept into the hallway, for some more fuel to the fire of his unquenchable fantasies about you, and maybe, if he was lucky, something of yours to add to his inventory. Right now he had your apron, hair tie, ring, bracelet, and his favorite out of all of them, a tube of your chapstick. The apron and chapstick in particular were perfect tools for boosting his XP when he was pumping his cock, but he could always use some more. Maybe this time he’d find—

           “Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?”

           Frozen like a horny deer in headlights, Shigaraki could only stare as he took in the image of you getting your things together all while Spinner was knocked out on the couch. You stared back at him in expectation, making Shigaraki register that you had just asked him a question.

           “No, I, uh, was just getting some water,” he told you. Shigaraki nearly sighed in relief when you nodded, buying his answer and going pack to grabbing your purse and putting on your shoes. He watched you for another minute or so before realizing that he should get what he supposedly came in here for. Shuffling into the kitchen, he hastily grabbed a glass and filled it at the sink, tossing it down his throat so quickly that about half of it ended up all over his hoodie. A part of him hoped that you didn’t see that, while the other part of him proclaimed loudly that it shouldn’t matter if you did. Whatever you thought of him didn’t really matter, that voice in his head hissed. Not when you would end up his either way.

           That increasingly familiar train of thought was interrupted though, when Shigaraki noticed that you were making your way towards the door all alone. Rushing to beat you there, he slammed his hand against the door, keeping you from opening it.

           “Didn’t Spinner pick you up from work?” he panted.

           “Yeah?” you answered, unsure where he was going with this, the way that Shigaraki was leaning so close to you reminding you of the last time you had been alone with him. You may have persuaded yourself that you had been overreacting that day, taking Shigaraki’s social awkwardness way out of proportion, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t uncomfortable to have his crimson eyes staring down at you so intently.

“How’re you getting home then?”

           “Oh,” you chuckled in slight relief, “I’m just gonna take an Uber.”

           At your words, you couldn’t help but spy a burning look flash in Shigaraki’s eyes for just a moment. It disappeared so quickly, but if you didn’t know any better, you would have said that it was rage. And though you assured yourself that you were wrong, that you had imagined it, rage was exactly what Shigaraki felt at your proposal. Having to share you with Spinner was bad enough, but now you expected him to share you with some random asshole who’d probably spend the whole drive to your house staring down your shirt?

           “It’s late,” Shigaraki forced out from gritted teeth. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just stay the night?”

           “I would, but I’ve got work early tomorrow morning.”

           “Then I’ll drive you home,” Shigaraki said, his words much more of an order than an offer. “Just let me grab Spinner’s keys.”

           Without waiting for you to agree, he stalked off towards the living room in search of them, not really caring what you might have to say about the arrangement. As for yourself, you simply stood at the door, wondering if putting your foot down about this would be worth the trouble. You had told yourself so many times that Shigaraki wasn’t a bad guy, he was just misunderstood, easy to mistake for a creep given his lack of social skills. But that didn’t mean that you really felt comfortable getting in a car with him. Your apprehensive reluctance was easy for Shigaraki to spot once he returned with the keys, and he had to work hard to keep himself from scowling in frustration.

           “You don’t have to do this,” you said before he could try just grabbing your hand and dragging you out the door. “It’s late, and I really don’t mind getting an Uber.”

           “Jesus Christ,” he sighed, “it’s not a big deal. This way you’ll save some money, and I won’t have to explain to Spinner that I let you get a ride home with some stranger. You never know what kinds of creeps are driving those cars.”

           Biting your lip in thought, you missed the hunger that crossed Shigaraki’s face at sight, with him knowing that that image would soon become one of his favorites to replay over and over in his mind late at night. No, you were too busy contemplating his offer, leaning more closely towards it as each second passed. It would be nice not to have to spend the money. Plus, you told yourself, Shigaraki was Spinner’s best friend. That meant that you could trust him, right?

           “Okay,” you agreed. “So long as you’re not too tired.”

           “I’m fine,” Shigaraki insisted as he wrenched open the door, letting you walk out first so he could stare at your cute ass all the way down to the car. It was enough to almost make him want to throw a tantrum when you two finally reached the car, but he managed to console himself with the fact that he still had you all to himself.

           The drive itself was pretty quiet, with you simply giving Shigaraki direction while he stayed silent. He clutched the wheel so tightly that the knuckles of his already pale hands looked positively bone-white. Truthfully, he was afraid that if he loosened his grip just a bit, if he glanced towards you or opened his mouth, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from crashing his lips onto yours, pushing your seat back and fucking you so hard that the only man you would remember would be him.

           Somehow he made it all the way to your apartment building without giving into that urge though, with you being the none the wiser as to the depraved thoughts that had been swirling through his blood.

           “Thanks for the ride,” you said as he pulled up to the door, giving him that sweet smile of yours, one that he hadn’t seen given in his direction for far too long.

           “No problem,” Shigaraki grunted, too busy trying to absorb every las detail of you before you left to come up with a better reply.

           “Well, I, uh, guess I’ll see you later.”

           Not trusting himself to open his mouth to respond, Shigaraki just nodded. When you left the car and began walking up to your building, he found himself watching the sway of your hips and bounce of your ass with even more intensity than before, now that he knew that even if you turned back, you wouldn’t be able to tell what he was doing. Even if a part of him wanted you to know.

           And as he drove away, Shigaraki repeated your address over and over again in his head, saving that juicy tidbit of information for another day.

Part One

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