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Perfectionist

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @venusshadow86, there is a lot of work that comes with running a terrorist organization, especially one that has been restructured recently. There's even more when their Grand Commander, second-in-command, and frankly, 99% of the upper management have other responsibilities, medical treatments, or knowledge gaps all interfering. But that's fine. Dabi understands what Tomura's vision for the PLF is, and he knows that he can take care of everything that needs to be done while he's away. His lover thinks he's perfect after all.

Content: BDSM, overstimulation, anal sex, anal fingering, cock cages, cock warming, multiple orgasms, prostate orgasm, sex toys, praise kink, double penetration, dacryphilia, handcuffs, creampie, subspace

Word Count: 12567

"Tomura!" His whole body goes so hot as his lover fucks into him at the perfect angle to have his hands twisting up around the chain of the handcuffs that are keeping him from burning his handprints into his back... again. Tomura keeps moving like that, his lips moving across his jaw and his hand snaking between their bodies so that he can stroke him in that same rhythm.

"I know, baby," He purrs, stroking his cock like he hadn't run a vibe along him for an hour while he was in his cockring and he's not already aching and sore. The sharpness of that overstimulation has him sobbing weakly, pulling at his chains and shaking his head.

"No, no, sir!"

"You can take it, precious." And he doesn't give him the chance to not, he forces his body to keep building that pressure and pleasure as he rapidly approaches his crescendo. "Show me how much you love to break for me."

He really doesn't have a choice about that now. All Dabi can do is let out another loud moan as his insides tighten and his cock pulses with pleasure as he spills his release between their bodies. Each subsequent thrust from his lover as he licks away the bloody tears on his cheeks is a sharper echo of his bliss that he doesn't want to lose. He tightens his legs around his waist and lets his head fall back against the pillows as he trembles and gives soft little gasps and whimpers as that is dragged out into the sharpness from before until his lover's hips drive deep and still and Dabi is wet with his cum too.

And he floats.

///

It takes him a while to come down from the high of that. Technically it wasn't nearly as long as some of their other scenes, but the intensity of it was enough to send him into the stratosphere even though they couldn't linger and indulge. Couldn't linger because when Dabi starts to come back, Tomura is still gentle in getting him cleaned up, in making sure that he has water, a snack, and as many cuddles, words of affirmation, and kisses as Dabi wants. But he doesn't settle himself. He can't, because this was a stolen reprieve. Duster has to leave when he's back to normal, and Dabi petulantly tries to cling onto him for longer than he should. He knows that Shig has to go back to the doctor tonight if he wants to stay on schedule for his treatments. This was all he could give him outside of their work to tide him over for the two weeks he's going to be gone this time as they build to his inevitable four-month absence.

He tightens his arms around Shig's waist, hiding his face against his side. "When do you need to leave?"

"Whenever I feel like it." He only doesn't tell him a time because he's definitely already gone past the time he was supposed to head back. He wouldn't have deflected for any other reason. He strokes his hand through his hair and Dabi holds on for another few breaths before he sighs and lets go of him, rolling onto his back instead and throwing an arm over his eyes.

"'m fine, Shig. Not gonna drop if you need to go."

"Do you really think I'd rush to spend more time with the doctor instead of you, firefly?" His lover shifts over him again, pushing back his bangs so that he can press a kiss to his forehead, then one to his nose, and finally a gentle one to his lips.

He doesn't want to sound petulant. Tomura adores him. He'd been open about that long before Dabi had even registered that he could be interested in Shigaraki. He knows that he's going to get the treatments because AFO made him his successor in a far more literal sense than any of them had initially known when it comes to his strange quirk. Duster needs these advancements if he doesn't want to tear his body apart again like he had in Deika. But it doesn't mean he doesn't loath having to be without him for days or weeks at a time while he gets treated. And it's going to be weeks this time.

Dabi takes his arm away from his face so that he can thread that hand through Tomura's hair instead. No mistaking the soft look in his eyes for anything but pure adoration. And he's going to miss it fiercely when he's gone and alone in their too-big bed. "...Put my cage on before you go?"

The request immediately has that affectionate look getting a little hotter as Duster leans in to give him another kiss, licking into his mouth this time and not stopping until Dabi is breathless. "Are you sure, baby boy?"

"Wanna be good for you while you're gone," and if he's wearing that, then when Tomura comes home, he'll be immediately in for a reward when they've caught up on work.

"You're always good for me, firefly. Perfect." It puts something heavy and warm in his chest because Tomura means that. He's perfect to him. His broken quirk, his twisted skin, none of it matters. Tomura thinks he's perfect. He loves him. Dabi does his best to stay perfect for him to show his love in turn.

Duster gets his cage, the metal birdcage instead of the silicone one this time. He likes them both, but the snugness of the silicone can make it uncomfortable against his piercings for an extended period of time. Dabi holds still as he's slipped into it and the ring is locked in place around his balls. It's a more solid weight and it's going to take him a few hours to adjust, but he can go to bed after Shig departs. He gets a few more kisses and honey-sweet words against his skin before Tomura makes sure he knows where the emergency key is, gets dressed, and leaves. Dabi turns off the lamp on the nightstand and curls himself deep into their sheets that are still warm with their shared heat and the scent of his lover's body.

///

Dabi wakes the next morning about an hour before dawn and climbs out of bed. The one indulgence that he'd picked for their room was the minifridge that is in the corner and he only bothers to go to the bathroom and put on his workout gear before he goes over to it and gets one of the caffeinated protein shakes inside. He drinks that as he heads out of their room and past the others in this wing of base that the League claimed for themselves. On his way he pops in his earbuds and loads up one of the lectures that he's downloaded onto his phone. He'd missed out on so much schooling, and in this environment, he doesn't want anyone to notice. He doesn't mind people thinking he's flippant, but he dropped the 'dumb thug' act in front of the League ages ago and he does not want anyone undermining his authority because they think he's stupid. So he found an online, self-guided education program and has been making his way through it for the past two months. He'd started with the year of schooling that he'd died at, but he's nearly up to a tenth year now.

He finishes his breakfast and starts his workout, training in the gym without using his quirk. Now that he and the League have access to regular food, proper training equipment, and relative safety, he's been doing his best to build back up his physical health after years on the streets. His quirk will destroy his body, he knows that it will when he stands in front of his father, but the stronger he is now, the faster, more agile, more muscle he has on him before then, then the longer he'll be able to stave it off and run out his father's clock until he overheats and Dabi can finish them both off.

An alarm goes off half an hour after sunrise and he heads back up to his room to shower, brush his teeth, and get ready for the rest of the day. When they have a lieutenant's meeting first thing in the morning, he usually just orders one of the grunts to bring breakfast for them, though that ends up being something simple and quick to eat along with coffee for everyone. But when they don't have their first meeting until later, Dabi goes to their kitchen and throws something together. It's never much, just a rolled omelet and rice, or miso soup, onigiri, toast and cut fruit, something that doesn't take him too long to make while he finishes his audio lessons for the day. He already has leftover dashi in the fridge so he goes with omelets and rice today too. By the time he's nearly done, he starts to make coffee. Dabi is not a coffee snob, not really, but he does think that Spinner's preference for instant is somewhat insulting to the big beautiful coffee maker that they have now that can foam milk and everything. Toga likes hers iced and blended, a double shot of espresso with sweet cream and chocolate shavings on top. Twice likes his iced with a ton of cream, caramel flavoring, mocha syrup, and whipped cream-- or he likes a straight shot of espresso depending on if he or his contradictions are making the order. Dabi usually just makes him both to save himself from having to worry about it, pulling the shot as soon as he starts to hear him in the hall. Compress is a fucking heathen and actually likes an Americano and will defend the fact it's just a watered down shot of espresso. Sure his drink of choice is currently a flat white, but at least his espresso isn't literally watered down.

By the time everyone's sat down, Toga and Spinner usually still in their pajamas, Dabi's finished his lesson and tucked his earbuds away.

"Thanks, Dabi." They're always happy to see whatever he's made when they arrive, and Dabi always shrugs it off. Now that they're here, they really only see each other around meals, if they can, and during meetings. It's a far cry from how much time they were spending together when they had nothing, so he makes some time for this as often as he can. Besides, he knows they will absolutely just indulge in whatever they want now that they have the luxury of doing that, and he does not totally trust Spinner and Toga to not just go overboard with junk. Twice too if he's hanging out with her because she's a terrible influence. At least if he cooks breakfast then he knows they're getting one mostly-balanced meal into them before they get on with the rest of their day.

They eat and when they're done, Dabi cleans up, if they don't have a meeting, then they all go their separate ways unless other work brings them back together again. But they do have a meeting this morning, so while the others go to finish getting ready for their day, Dabi goes back to his and Tomura's room, retrieves his laptop, and heads to the meeting room. He goes through all of the emails between this meeting and the last that he's been CC'd on and makes sure his notes for topics to address are clear and organized, and he ensures that the meeting agenda that Re-Destro composes isn't missing any topics that might need to be more thoroughly discussed.

He doesn't actually do much talking during the meeting aside from nudging it this way or that, ensuring that he's got the session recording on his phone both so that Tomura can listen back to it, and so he can as he compiles any information that needs to be shared between regiments. The lieutenants are all technically in charge of keeping their people up-to-date, but he wants things idiot-proof and always makes sure to send a write-up after the meeting ends so that no one forgets anything that they're supposed to do.

Once the main meeting is finished, if Re-Destro isn't needed back at Detnerat for more meetings on that side of the PLF, he and Dabi usually have one to make certain he knows what's going on and how to adjust the schedule for when he's gone as well as Shig. He spends an hour with him today setting things up. He's going to be away from base for a week, and Skeptic will only be around for two days as they take care of some kind of corporate bullshit that goes over Dabi's head that he pretends doesn't.

When he's done with that, it's usually around afternoon and he has another protein shake before he goes out to deal with Geten and giving combat training to their members, both new recruits and old, he's not content with the disorganized bullshit that they saw when they took Deika. The only reason they managed to hurt them as badly as they did was because the MLA had such higher numbers than they were expecting. Only their lieutenants had real combat and quirk training, and that is absolutely not enough. Dabi does not want these members to be nothing more than a larger number of no-name villains like the ones that Shigaraki lost at the USJ on his debut as a villain. No. He wants them all trained, and he doesn't want them dying or severely overworking their quirks to do it.

Which is what Geten had them doing when Dabi hadn't been joining in to oversee these sessions. He also marks out particularly unique quirks for Shigaraki and Ujiko. Aside from the high-ends, which did come with a conversation and active consent from those members, they're not actually harvesting quirks from their people or using them for run of the mill nomu-fodder. But Dabi does want notes to be made because they are gearing up to start a war, and in a war, people die. They have the good fortune of having the doctor around who could turn their dead, and dead heroes, into more soldiers for their forces. So Dabi keeps a log to ensure that if any promising soldiers die, they can be made into one of the better versions of nomu when they go.

Training with Geten usually lasts two to three hours, and afterwards Dabi goes to hang out in one of the common areas of the villa. He sticks around in the open with his laptop, writing reports and answering emails, and he does it there and not in one of the offices they've been given, because when he sits in common areas, people become used to him, his scars, his attitude. And slowly, over the past few months, they have started to also know him as the lieutenant to go to if they think something needs to be talked about or changed. Sure, the MLA had a long history and Destro's teachings held a fanatical reverence for a lot of the people who joined. But now things are different. And because they're different, those devout are also starting to see other things that maybe should be different too. Sometimes it's as small as the fact that the grocery delivery used to come on Tuesdays, which was not convenient because it was a delivery for the hundreds living here in the mountains and there were usually pallets of things that needed to be unloaded. And because most of their members are normal, functioning members of society, that meant there weren't enough people to unload the trucks, turning it into an all-day affair that ground things to a stop. So Dabi switched deliveries to Fridays instead. Still a weekday, but he also added an extra pallet of alcohol to the deliveries, so that when everyone got back from their day jobs, they would be more interested in lending a hand to get things unloaded quickly so that they could indulge to kick off their weekends. It worked, and everyone suddenly liked and trusted him and the rest of the League a little more since their takeover.

And sometimes it's something more complicated. Finding out that they're having a hard time actually getting costumes on the scale they need them despite putting an entire factory towards the task is a headache. The woman who brings it to his attention winces as she tells him, and he's pretty sure it's because she knows how bad that is for their timeline and that something like this is really going to be a mess to deal with. He thanks her and sends her off, he would rather know now than wait for things to get worse and more backed-up. It is a nightmare though, and one he has to deal with on a truncated timetable given Re-Destro is going to be unavailable for a long while once he departs. The issue is coming down to getting accurate measurements, and many costumes needing alterations because of the bad self-reporting. So Dabi goes back to their wing to find Jin.

He's in their personal common area, hanging out with Toga and Spinner who are having a racing tournament on their new console.

"Hey Twos, gonna need you to put your specialty to good use." He explains the issue and also forwards him a spreadsheet of everyone they're supposed to have costumed by the end of this quarter and how far behind they are. Jin listens,

"You got it, Dabs! No way, what a snooze," And Dabi hopes that's that. Jin will have the most accurate measurements for people, and once he's taken all of the ones that he needs to for the backlog, hopefully he'll go to the factory so he can use his doubles so that the altercations can get made without needing to pull their actual soldiers from their work.

When everyone else is winding down for the evening and starting to talk dinner, Dabi usually just orders something easy to be sent to his and Tomura's room. He eats while he finishes the actual worksheets, essays, and other homework that he has to do for the day, which usually takes him till around eleven. Then he goes to shower again after training again in the afternoon.

As he's leaning against the wall of the shower he looks down at the cage that is gleaming against his skin and sighs softly. Perfect. He can be perfect for his lover.

He dries off, brushes his teeth, applies medicine to his seams and staples, and then goes to get into bed. He makes sure that he sets his alarm for tomorrow morning and finally lets himself sleep.

///

The next day is the same, though instead of meeting with Re-Destro, he ends up having to help Jin actually get all of the people he needs to see scheduled to take their measurements because otherwise he's totally lost on where to even start with the large number of them and all of their conflicting schedules as well. And when he goes to train with Geten, he discovers that the ice user has fucked off back to whatever other mountain top he feels like now that Re-Destro and Shigaraki aren't around to tell him that he has to train these people that he sees as subhuman because their 'meta abilities' are too weak to make them worth the ice under his boot. It's great to know that he gets that kind of quirk superiority bullshit from both sides of his family tree-- though he's been very careful not to let on they're related somehow once he learned Geten's last name. Which leaves him to do the full lesson by himself. He manages it, but it would have been easier if he had a secondary instructor with him too. Whatever. He gets it done.

When he goes to sit in the common area, he is immediately hit with the news that the Hearts and Minds party is in the middle of dousing a scandal caused by one of Trumpet's employee's misconduct in the workplace that seems to have escalated to stalking. Dabi has met the kind of people who worship Trumpet through his quirk. He one-hundred percent believes the dude did it, and unfortunately that means that PR mess is going to take up valuable time from campaigning and may impact their recruitment numbers. Fuck.

He goes to find Toga then, given she's part of the recruitment squad and finds her sitting on the couch in their common area with her laptop perched on her knees.

"Did someone already tell you about Trumpet's situation?"

"Yeah..." but the tone of her voice is a little hesitant and Dabi leans his elbows against the edge of the couch.

"Yeah?"

"I guess I don't get it. Like, I mean if his employee did it, won't he just get fired and arrested? Why is everyone making such a big deal about it?"

And he is sharply reminded she's a teenager, and one who didn't have that much interest in politics or anything besides whatever trends she pretended to like to keep her peers from being scared of her. And, eventually, Stain. But he wasn't exactly talking about PR scandals when he was making his own manifesto online. "When one person does something bad and they're working for someone with power, people usually think that the person with the power was okaying it. Even if that wasn't the case, now Trumpet's gotta suck up to the press to try and prove that he didn't have anything to do with it. No matter what, people will trust him less and that will mean it'll be harder for him to recruit. So you're gonna have to try to step-up, princess."

"I don't know how to do that when I can't even show my face!" She whines, blowing out a breath up to ruffle her bangs.

Dabi spends the rest of the afternoon trying to help her figure out how to recruit on her end, aiming for a younger demographic than those who would be lured in by the Hearts and Minds party. It's a long process because she is too eager to try and find anyone instead of looking for people who they can actually use to grow their goals. He tries to teach her to spot people who are high value, but not potentially dangerous and who might out their goals. He teaches her to go on forums and social media and try to vet people, showing her how to track down those who might have an ulterior motive based on the company they keep or political views they may have expressed in the past. He does his best to educate her the way he'd educated himself growing up on the streets looking for any places he could find a home that had anti-hero and anti-police sentiments that would let someone stick around so long as he didn't cause any obvious trouble.

She gets frustrated after a few hours as she starts to realize how hard vetting people can be, and he agrees to set aside some time tomorrow to help her learn to navigate the other databases that Trumpet has compiled for PLF use of potential businesses and other high-priority potential recruits. He actually doesn't know how to navigate those completely himself either, but he'll figure it out tonight and give her the rundown tomorrow. She also gives him puppy eyes until he caves and makes them all dinner, sitting down to eat with them and shoot the shit for an hour or two before he heads back to his room.

He still has homework and other work to wrap up, and the math and history tests he needs to do are difficult and take an hour each. He does not understand what the point of proofs are and he's going to have to find a way of burning the physical concept of math. But he does manage to get them finished and then he spends another two hours learning Trumpet's absolutely massive database as well as he can so that he can at least get Toga started tomorrow.

By the time he gets to bed there's only three hours left until he has to get up again to start his day. He curls up tight, shoving his face into Tomura's pillow and takes the sleep that he can get.

///

The next day he helps Toga, though he does make her sit down in the open common area with him in case some other problem arises that needs his attention. It's not a surprise, but not a welcome inevitability when one does. Two of the mid-tier grunts come to him asking about some supply chain issue, to which he directs them to Compress or Spinner since those two are in charge of that division when it comes to making sure that they have what they need to actually wage their war. It's only then he finds out that Mister left to deal with a different issue and isn't in the building, and probably won't be back for a day or two, and the reason they're coming to him is because Spinner hadn't been able to give either of them a definitive answer. He considers the check-in earlier, what he knows about everything being moved, and gives them a temporary solution before leaving Toga to do her work and going to find Spinner himself.

He finds the other in the hall going up to their wing and asks about it, and the gecko man shrugs, scratching the back of his neck. "They both seemed important so I told them to just split the team and handle both?"

Which is a fine compromise-- but not for something like this that needs swiftness to be done effectively. As much as they like working and planning here like the war will come on their terms, it could be at their door in minutes instead of months. Deciding whether medical supplies are more available over shelf-stable rations is important, and having some, but not enough of either will only make their fights harder. In this case, immediate survival needs should come first and the team should be moved into place to get that sorted out as effectively and efficiently as possible, only then moving to the next task if they have the luxury of time. Sure it will suck if their soldiers are dying of their injuries and infections. As someone who is predisposed to illness because of how bad his skin is, Dabi really doesn't want to face the reality of not having medicine readily again. But an army that is starving is an army that fails. He doesn't really mean to give Spinner a lecture, but he's listening and he's going to have to handle these decisions by himself for the next few days while Compress is gone, so he would rather have this conversation now than have to put out fires later.

When he finishes with Spinner and goes back downstairs, Toga is off talking to some of the other members. Socializing instead of working, and as much as Dabi does want to get her back to her regiment work, she and Twice are the best with the grunts. They have golden retriever-like charisma that keeps them happy and not thinking about how many of their friends and family they killed in Deika, so he resigns that to technically being part of her job and leaves her to it.

And he goes back to work.

///

Technically, given the corporate structure of the PLF that echoes the structure of the MLA before it, they're supposed to have the weekend off. But he usually takes the time to finish as much of his coursework as he can, catch up on any information he can find out about Endeavor, or--

"Pidgeon." He drawls lazily as the hero swoops onto the rooftop of the warehouse a few meters from him.

"Hey, hot stuff," Hawks drawls with a lazy smile and mocking salute. He does lazy poorly. Dabi doesn't understand how he's cultivated that image for himself when he is clearly so driven and has the sharp eyes of the predator whose name he shares. Dabi is a lot better at faking lazy. It's not just about the drawl or the look, it's about cultivating the worst expectations of everyone around too. No one thinks someone who is stupid, or pretentious, or gluttonous can be driven and hard-working in a way they find admirable, because they don't want to see anything positive in them.

Hawks is easy to trick into underestimating him because he always leads him to believe the worst of him. He's the arrogant, thuggish oaf who has control over the recruitment process, and now that he has Hawks on a leash, he's constantly looking to exert his superiority over him. He teases him with information that he thinks Hawks is too stupid to put together on his own-- and Hawks believes it because Hawks doesn't think that a man like him can be more clever than himself. Even though Hawks has never once been able to fool Dabi into believing his façade.

"You got the files?"

"Course I do, don't tell me you still think I'd show up empty handed?" The hero shows his hand just by bringing up, however vaguely, that Dabi has doubted him in the past. He wants to know why he's being held at arm's length, and Dabi hasn't budged. The HPSC has even stopped doctoring a lot of the information he's asked for. And he's asked for just about anything. But nothing that they needed. He's been meticulous in trying to figure out what to ask for from the hero. He doesn't want survivor's bias, which he only learned about recently in his studies, to give him away. Instead he's asked for nearly everything he can from the hero. He picks it at random, acts more excited or more disinterested on the flip of a coin. He lets himself be inconsistent so that Hawks never quite has anything solid he can hold onto. And it's been frustrating the hero to no end as the HPSC is starting to doubt he's even still running with the League. They think he may just be an idiot trying to coast by on their two public jobs and he lets the hero think that.

He puts a lot of effort into being as lazy as the hero barely pretends to be. It's good to see it paying off.

///

Of the people that Dabi thought would have a fire for him to put out, if there would be one at all, he did not expect it to be Compress rushing up to him about thirty seconds after he stepped back into the villa. He hasn't even made it upstairs yet to change out of his old gear and get into something cleaner and more comfortable after two days on the streets again to make sure the bird wouldn't be able to tell that he's got more funds than he thinks he does. But Mister is right there and without and arm--

"Uh-?"

"I had a bit of a mishap," the older villain says, huffing slightly himself. "I noticed some squeaking and attempted to take off one of the panels so I could make sure everything was alright, and had a catastrophic failure when a loose screw inside got pulled into the gears."

"Shit, you okay?"

"I'm fine, but I need to go visit our mechanic to get everything working again."

Shit. "Okay, when?"

"Ideally now," Compress informs him. "I don't want to cause a delay, and if Twice were here--"

But he's at the factories still making sure that supply line is good. "Yeah, but medical shit comes first. Why were you waiting on me?" Because he really didn't need to if he was going to go and get treated and get a new prosthetic.

"I know that you're already busy, but I was hoping you could keep an eye on the incoming requisition requests and organize them for me? That way I can take the highest priority requests and see to them as soon as I return."

He doesn't say that technically that should be Spinner's job. They both already know it, but given Spinner's inability to make those kinds of calls was put on such stunning display a few days ago, Dabi understands why Compress would come to him instead. "Yeah I can do that, Mister."

"Thank you, Dabi, I'll try to be back in a day or two."

"Got it," he gives a half-hearted wave as he starts to head upstairs, wanting to shower, finish his homework, and go to bed in an actual bed for the first time in a few days. He makes it about two steps onto their floor before Toga spots him and comes bounding over beaming,

"Dabi! What about using social media to recruit?" And he pivots towards the coffeemaker, knowing he won't be sleeping for a long while.

///

He loses track of the days. No, that's not quite it. He knows the day and date, he has to because if he doesn't, then he wouldn't be able to keep up with all of his responsibilities, but he doesn't even notice when two weeks have come and gone. He just sees that his lover is in their room one morning when he comes back in from his morning workout and gives a soft sigh of relief. Tomura immediately has a smile for him, pausing him on his way to the shower to give him a kiss.

"Missed you, firefly."

"Missed you too, Duster. Give me a minute and I'll get the write-up for you."

"Don't you want to go clean up?"

"I can shower while you're reading." He says and he goes over to his laptop. It takes about twenty minutes for him to get everything compiled even though he's already been doing his best to keep up with it, he just wanted to go through all of the reports and flag things that he thinks his lover should take a closer look at and what he should know before they go into the meeting in an hour. The rest he can read later.

He goes to shower then and when he's finished, he gets dressed and Tomura joins him on the way to the meeting, switching seamlessly over to their work. They go to the morning meeting and even though their Grand Commander is back, it doesn't change Dabi's routine. He still has all the same responsibilities as he did before, he just gets to get a kiss from Tomura before he goes off to continue his work. And he gets another when they have lunch. And after dinner, when they're back in their room, Duster goes back to finishing up all of the overseeing that he needs to and Dabi does as much homework as he can possibly finish during that time. He still doesn't make it through as much as he wants before his lover moves up behind him and starts to press kisses along his neck and shoulder.

"Were you good while I was gone, pretty boy?"

But he's not about to deny him when it's been two weeks and he's wanted him every second he was gone. "Yes, sir."

"Show me, baby."

He doesn't actually let Tomura take off his cage. He's been good and he's been working hard, and that means he's earned a reward. So instead, Dabi asks if he can get on his knees tonight, and he lets himself relax for a little while as he cock warms his lover, Tomura's hand stroking his hair gently and telling him as many praises as he can find words for. Dabi doesn't really know what it means when he starts crying halfway through, before he's even coaxed his lover to fuck his throat, but thankfully he does cry often enough in bed that Duster doesn't think that there's anything wrong. He still thinks that Dabi is perfect as he wipes away the crimson tears from his cheeks and dribbles of cum from his chin as he pulls him close and holds him as he shakes and sniffles as he comes down from his high.

///

Tomura gets to stay home for five days this time before the doctor wants him back, which is great. Dabi shifts around his schedule a little so that he can be certain that Duster has everything he needs to ensure that he can catch up on everything that's happened while he was gone, as well as get ahead enough he can give Dabi and all of them his orders when he needs to leave again. The fires he's managed to put out while he was gone earn Dabi some additional praise which helps to soothe some restlessness in himself he keeps noticing off-hand. But he's still busy. Nearly every hour of his day is already dedicated to something, and spending time with Tomura on top of all of that, even though he loves him, starts to feel like just another task that he has to make time for if he wants to remain worthy of his love in turn. It puts a strange, uncomfortable strain on the edge of his mind and he keeps trying to shake it and be happy that his lover is home.

But he keeps flinching whenever they're alone together because there's so much for him to do. He ends up feeling like he's avoiding Duster just so he can be certain that he gets everything he needs done.

Which makes it particularly uncomfortable when he realizes that after three days of being home, Duster seems to be almost following after him and trying to see what he's doing. Checking up behind him on his work without actually speaking to him. But Dabi notices how his lover seems to arrive places just before he departs, going to talk to the people Dabi spoke too, a frown slowly setting in across Tomura's features and growing more pronounced each time they pass each other. It has him nearly smoking when he ends up letting the others fend for themselves for dinner that night in favor of going back to their room, unable to do anything else but pace as he waits for his lover to return. He's fuming when the door handle turns and Duster comes into the room. Before he can even speak, Dabi's temper and tongue are flying ahead of him.

"What the fuck is your problem, Shigaraki?"

He has the audacity to blink at him like he's the one who's being unreasonable. "Dabi--"

The placating tone does the exact opposite, nearly making Dabi ignite, actually making him hot enough under the collar that he tosses his coat over the chair at the desk as he whips around to snarl, "I've been doing everything you could possibly want! I'm keeping the soldiers in our regiment trained and on a schedule-- even when Geten fucks off for his own training! I've been teaching Toga how to take over recruitment now that Trumpet is out of the building! I've been cleaning up Spinner's messes when he's too indecisive and untrained to make the hard calls. I covered for Compress when he was hurt. I made sure that Twice's job was organized so that his condition wouldn't cause him or the organization any issues. I've been keeping up with Detnerat and the rest of the PLF for Re-Destro and you! And-- And--" Oh. Dabi doesn't know when he stopped yelling and his voice broke. When he started to cry and his limbs went so heavy with complete misery and exhaustion. But he feels like he can barely stand as a sob bursts from his throat.

He's not smoking anymore, just crying, so Tomura comes into his space and pulls him close. Dabi wants to stay angry, he wants to demand to know what he could have possibly done wrong to earn the other's scrutiny, but he can't find his words through the choked, heavy sobs that are coming out of him. Instead he finds himself clinging to Tomura's suit jacket and staining it with his tears as he cries and cries.

///

It takes a long time for him to stop, and his face hurts so badly when he manages it that Tomura has to go get him some medicine, an ice pack, and replace two of the staples under his eye seams. Then he makes Dabi go take a shower and they both get into their pajamas before he pulls Dabi close on the bed again, holding him and stroking his hair and along his arm as he hides his face against his lover's chest like that will protect him from having to find out how badly his meltdown ruined everything.

But they can't stay like this forever, and eventually, Dabi makes himself mumble, "...I'm sorry."

The hands don't stop petting him. "Are you ready to talk now, firefly?"

He's not sure he'll ever be ready to know how much he's let Tomura down, but he would rather tear the band-aid off now so that he can start working towards making amends again instead of lingering in his misery. So he nods slightly and waits.

"Dabi, I wasn't double-checking your work because I wasn't happy with it." He says gently. "I was worried. You've gotten so much done since I left, and I see how hard you've been working just for the past few days. The others said that you've been drinking a lot of caffeine, and I already saw how little sleep you're giving yourself. Baby, I wasn't following you around to chew you out for not getting enough done. You're doing more than enough. I was trying to see if you're actually giving yourself any time to rest."

Dabi doesn't say anything for a minute before he mumbles. "How am I supposed to do that? There's so much to do, and no one else is--" He stops himself and shuts his mouth. The others are trying. They're working, and he only sees them for a short while each day. He can't speak to what they're doing when he's not around. It wouldn't be fair of him to discredit whatever else they might be doing when they're out of his sight. And worse, "And when you're not here-- someone has to make sure that everything is perfect."

There's another long pause and the hands petting him do actually stop this time as Tomura hears what he said and considers those words. "Firefly, that's not your responsibility." And his voice is sad when he says it, the hand on his arm moving to catch his chin and tilt his face up to him. Dabi doesn't really want to, but Shig actually has his gloves on for once, which means he's already trying to be extra careful with how fragile he feels right now and he doesn't want his lover to think it will be any worse or more than it already is. "Dabi, I only took over the MLA so that we would have the resources so that none of us would be expected to bite off more than we can chew. I wanted to make sure that we would be able to prepare for this war without burning ourselves out before the fighting even started. You don't have to do the jobs of ten other people. That's not how this is supposed to work."

Dabi tries to backtrack, "I'm fine, Duster. I can do this--"

"You don't have to, Dabi. I don't want you to--" Tomura knows it was the wrong thing to say as soon as it's out of his mouth because the way the words hit his ears, and how he flinches, makes Dabi think it would have been less cruel if his partner just decayed him from the heart out. "I don't want you to be so overworked that you're falling apart." He elaborates more gently. "It's not about what you're capable of doing, I know that you could turn the entire world to ash. It's about making sure that you're healthy and happy, and that you have a balance between what you're doing for yourself and what you're doing for work." He shifts his hand, moving from his chin to his cheek, frowning a little more at how bad he's sure the seams under his eyes look after crying for so long before. "And until we figure out a better way of doing that, I think you should take a break."

The fact that his eyes hurt so badly is the only reason that he doesn't start to cry again. It still takes him a second to croak, "Yes, sir." Even though it feels like he's being scraped raw as he says it.

"You're not being punished, precious," Tomura promises him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm so grateful for everything you've managed to stay on top of while I've been gone. But now it's time for you to rest. Alright, baby boy?"

It still feels like a punishment, even when Tomura doesn't make him talk anymore and holds him close until he falls into a fitful sleep.

///

When he wakes next it's early and he automatically starts to get up, wanting to catch up on the lesson that he missed the night before because of his meltdown and talk with Tomura, but when he sits up to get out of bed he finds that his lover is already up and sitting on their couch, the coffee table is covered in files and folders, and he's got both of their laptops open in front of him. Tomura hears him shift to the edge of the bed and looks back at him,

"Did I wake you, baby?"

"No, what--"

"You skipped dinner last night, are you hungry?"

"No--"

"Okay," and Tomura gets up, leaving the papers as they are and coming over to the bed. Dabi's head feels like it's swimming a little as he is pulled back into bed and Tomura holds him close again. "It's still early. Stay with me until sunrise?" He asks.

And after last night, Dabi is absolutely helpless to do anything that goes against his lover's wishes. "Yes, sir." He can wait until sunrise. It's just another hour or so away. He curls up against his chest and lets out a soft sigh, just closing his eyes to wait.

///

When he wakes up again, Dabi feels like death warmed over. He's somehow more exhausted than when he woke up this morning, his eyes are crusty, his seams beneath still ache from crying last night, his mouth tastes like something crawled into it and died, and his limbs are full of a solid, heavy warmth that only comes from running too hot for too long while he was asleep, something that usually only happens when he's sick or when he's slept for a very long time.

He can't afford either of those but the clock on the nightstand tells him that it's past two in the afternoon. Dabi scrambles out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for his very belated start to the day. He's half dressed and scrambling to find his laptop that he knows Duster had last night, but that is nowhere to be found in their room, nearly crazed, when his lover walks back in with one arm full of more files, and the other holding a takeout bag.

"Did you sleep well, firefly?"

"I slept through half of my meetings!" He's supposed to be out training the recruits right now--

"I canceled all of the group meetings for the next week. I'm going to be conducting individual ones with the different regiments. Come sit down, I brought you lunch."

That's... something. He doesn't know quite how to make sense of what he's being told though. "I'm supposed to be training the soldiers--"

"Geten is back and will be here training the new recruits, so you don't need to go rushing off. You took care of them for the past week. Now it's his turn. I got you black sesame cookies too."

"I--" But words fail him. He doesn't know what to do, what he's supposed to be doing when Tomura is able to come in and so thoroughly restructure his schedule on a whim. Tomura sets down the papers and pulls him over to the couch, making him sit and unpacking his food for him. The spicy tofu, melon soda, and cookies are all things that... he's mentioned off-handedly that he liked when he was younger. The tofu and cookies were things that he remembers his mother making for them before her mental state deteriorated so sharply. And the melon soda was something that he and Natsuo would sneak to get on their way home from school since Enji had been so strict about letting him have too much sugar when he was supposed to be training.

He kind of feels like a child as he's made to sit down and have lunch, and he doesn't do a very good job hiding how he's pouting given his lover stops him halfway through the meal. "What's wrong, love? Do you want something else?"

"I'm sorry I freaked out yesterday," he mumbles instead, pushing away his bowl. "It won't happen again. You don't have to treat me like a kid."

Duster sighs. "Dabi, I'm not trying to treat you like a kid, I'm trying to get you to take care of yourself. You've barely been sleeping, even when you make food for the others, they said half of the time you end up having a shake and a granola bar or something else quick. You've been working so hard, you've been doing the jobs of nearly all of the other lieutenants and me. That's too much for anyone, and I want to make sure that you're taking a break." He sets aside the file he was looking at and offers a hand. Dabi hesitates for a second, but takes it. Tomura pulls him up and into his lap, wrapping him in his arms. "The PLF was supposed to take away some of this stress. I thought that giving you each specific jobs and teams would help you all take care of things while I was gone. It was irresponsible and short-sighted of me to leave as soon as things were set up, without even making sure things were actually running the way I thought they would be."

"...You needed to get treated."

"For my injuries." Tomura concedes. "But I could have held off on everything else. I should have." But he didn't and now they’re here. Dabi doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what he's supposed to. "I already talked to the doctor, I'm going to delay my treatments for the next month and a half, and I'm going to make sure the infrastructure I set up actually works." He presses a kiss to the top of his head. "I can't make you take a break for that long, but will you at least take a few days? No more work, I'll take care of all of that. Sleep for at least eight hours and eat three meals a day?"

Dabi wants to protest. He's been fine. But... no he hasn't, has he? If he were fine, then he wouldn't have fallen apart the way he did last night. "...Two. I don't like having breakfast."

"You can have a smoothie or shake, but no more than one cup of coffee's worth of caffeine a day."

Dabi is less than thrilled to find himself in a negotiation about his health, but it is what it is. "Fine. I still want to train."

"You can train, firefly, but no more than four hours a day, and you have to get an extra hour of sleep those days and have a pre and post-workout snack if you're doing it more than an hour away from your next or last meal."

"You're a tyrant." He grumbles, turning his face into his collarbone.

Duster just hums, but doesn't protest, holding him close and petting his skin. "Do you want to pick out something else for lunch?"

He sighs softly and shakes his head. He's not going to keep fighting off the ways his lover is trying to comfort him. Maybe he's right. Maybe he needs a break. Maybe he needs that comfort.

///

Tomura works hard for the next few days while Dabi almost entirely keeps to their room. He lets himself sleep when he's tired, he takes medicine when his seams ache, and he eats when he's hungry. He reads a book that doesn't have anything to do with heroes or villains or any of his homework, and he ghosts Hawks when the hero tries to get him to come to the city for another meet-up. And Tomura makes sure he knows how proud of him he is every time he sees him. He tries to set a good example too, making sure to come back to the room to eat with him at regular meal-times, and even though he still struggles with his insomnia, he still does his best to go to sleep with him at night for as many hours as he can physically get.

Duster makes Dabi take a break, and after a week, he sits down to start working on his lessons again. And he realizes that he needs to go back to the past few weeks of them because he doesn't remember anything he learned. He was so overworked, so focused on just making sure he knew what he needed to for the tests, that he didn't actually process the things he was supposed to be learning.

When he starts to train on his own again, he realizes that even though he was getting stronger in increments, he feels like he's made bounds of improvements after giving himself the time to rest.

And when he is able to go back to work as a lieutenant, he finds that things have changed drastically around the rest of the organization too. Not only are there the lieutenants, but each regiment also now has a group of three to five additional formerly high-ranking MLA members who they can delegate to and help to spread out their workload. Spinner and Toga are in classes like him, though Spinner's are focusing on military history, business, and leadership, and hers are focused on sociology and cult indoctrination and recruitment processes. Twice is now regularly seeing a therapist to help him keep on top of his condition and try to get him to a place where he'll be able to use his quirk however he wants, and not just when he's under duress. Because Detnerat is still taking up so much of Re-Destro and Skeptic's time, their roles as lieutenants have been reduced so that the rest of the organization can run without them around and not fall apart because of the absence.

He goes back to work and tries to take up his old routine, but it's just not possible. People aren't pulling him in every direction anymore, and he's left only with the responsibilities that he originally thought that he would have when they first restructured the organization. Dabi suddenly has so much free time, even when he's working, training, and continuing to get his education, that he's... restless.

It's been about two weeks since Tomura came home and decided things needed to change when Dabi wakes up a little after one to find his lover's insomnia has already forced him from bed. He's not even working though, he doesn't need to late at night now. Not when everything has been taken care of during the day. Instead he's tapping away quietly at one of his games. Dabi slips out of bed and pads over to the couch, moving to push his lover's hair over his shoulders, so that he can lean down and start to press kisses along the back of his neck.

"Sir," they took a break from this too. Waiting for Dabi to not be so exhausted and in such a bad headspace that he was practically begging for a drop. He sees his lover smile softly, as he sets aside his game and gets up.

"It's late, firefly,"

"I'll sleep in," he promises. It's been over a month now and the thought of not having the other is a little too much for him. Tomura is wearing his gloves, so when he reaches for him, he's able to cup his face against his palm with his whole hand and pull him in for a soft, sweet kiss that makes Dabi nearly vibrate with anticipation. His lover only starts things so gently when he plans on working him over until he cries and Dabi wants that.

Tomura relents and links their pinkies together, a holdover from when he doesn't have his gloves on, and pulls him over to their bed. Dabi's skin is already tingling with anticipation as his lover's eyes roam over his body. "You've been doing such a good job of taking breaks lately, sweetheart, I think that you've more than earned a reward for taking such good care of yourself." That's more credit than he deserves, really. Dabi wouldn't have bothered at all if his lover hadn't forced him to. But he's not about to argue the semantics of that if it means he's going to get a reward.

Sir gets him onto the bed, his lips moving over Dabi's skin. Kisses are peppered along his cheeks, his jaw, down his neck, and over his chest as his hands move in tandem. They stroke so gently up his sides and along his seams, finding the places that could ache and hurt, but that fill him with a needy bliss instead. He relaxes against the bedding, letting his arousal start to build, knowing that all he needs to do is whatever his lover asks. When his hands go to his waistband, Dabi lifts his hips enough so that he can pull them down his legs. He kicks them off and lays back, and Tomura's eyes linger on him for a long moment before his hand goes to his caged cock.

He runs his fingers along the bars, back around the loop, trailing the backs of his knuckles against Dabi's balls and making him tremble and shiver as his body tries to send blood there that is choked away by the restriction of the cage. "Are you finally ready to come out, precious?"

Dabi hesitates. He's kept the cage on for the past few weeks because it felt... safe. It was a reminder of how in control he was of himself even when Dabi knows now he was so far out of control that he's lucky he didn't actually ignite again. He hadn't let his lover take it off when he'd come home because he was clinging so tightly to the idea that wearing it, that being restricted, could make him even more perfect in his eyes.

But it's been weeks, and Dabi is learning how to let himself breathe again after drowning for months. He wants to let himself have this too. He wants to let his lover turn him into an inferno. "Yes, sir." His voice is soft and a little unsure, but Tomura just smiles at him and gives him another kiss.

"Good boy, let's unlock you. I want to see my baby's pretty cock."

The praise makes him tingle with warmth as his lover pulls out the key from his pocket and undoes the closure. He is careful as he slips the ring and cage off of his body, and the first thing Dabi notices is the lack of pressure there that he'd grown so used to, he hadn't even remembered it was weighing him down. The next thing he notices is how good it feels to actually harden as his body gets hotter from Sir's hands roaming over his skin.

"There, I missed seeing you so much, precious." He runs two fingers up Dabi's length, and the sound that he makes as it happens is humiliating as his hips jump off of the bed, looking for more. Oh, he's so sensitive after not being touched there for so long. Dabi whimpers and Tomura smiles, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he reaches towards their side table. "How about," he says as he extracts a bottle of lube from the top drawer before reaching back in, "For your reward, we try to catch up on all of your missed orgasms, baby boy?"

His cock is more than eager at the suggestion, barely touched and already fully hard and curving up against his stomach. "Yes, sir." He wants that, wants his lover to touch him until he can't move, until everything else falls away.

Tomura pulls out one of their vibrators. It's a thin, curved rod in black silicone, with a loop for the handle that can be held. It's only a few inches long, and it's barely as wide as two of his lover's fingers, but it's one of their favorites for its versatility. Tomura sets it aside on the sheets as he opens the lube, leaning down to give Dabi another slow, deep kiss. He licks into his mouth and Dabi threads his hands through his lover's hair, spreading his legs open a little wider, hoping he can coax him into making him feel good where he wants him. But his slick fingers don't go to his hole. Dabi won't complain about his hand lingering over his cock instead.

The touches are nearly feather-light, but that doesn't stop the loud, desperate moans that are slipping out of Dabi's throat as he's made wet, both from the lube, and from how quickly he begins to weep pre. It’s humiliating how sensitive he is after finally being allowed out and encouraged to take care of himself and destress. Sir has barely been touching him and Dabi feels absolutely desperate for it. He whimpers as he thumbs over his head, hand barely wrapping around him, gliding along his length and making his whole body tremble.

"You're so sensitive, baby." He purrs, teasing him, eyes bright with his satisfaction. "Oh, baby boy, you're not going to be able to hold on for long, are you?"

"I'm sorry," he whines, "f-feels good, sir." He hasn't felt good in so long. Even the last time sir took him to bed and helped him float, that session was weighed down with the knowledge that Duster needed to leave as soon as they were finished. But now Dabi can have his lover for as long as he will give him and the relief of not having to rush is somehow making his body too eager.

"You don't have to apologize, sweetheart," Tomura soothes, tightening his hand a little more as he strokes him, "I want you to feel good, baby, you don't have to hold back. Just let me make you feel good."

He really can't do anything else as his lover keeps stroking him as he kisses and bites along his neck. His pleasure builds and builds and far too soon he's digging his nails into Sir's back as his hips jump and he gasps as his balls draw tight. Dabi didn't think it was possible for him to forget how good an orgasm can feel, but this is blinding as it crashes through him. His cock is pulsing with pleasure that radiates so sharply through him and his spend is nearly burning, copious, and thick as it coats his stomach, nearly going up his chest from how hard his orgasm hits him.

It leaves him shaking like a leaf against their sheets, gasping for breath, and is only made worse when Tomura gives him another slow, sweet kiss before there's something solid and cool pressing up just behind his balls. Dabi keens as the vibrator is pushed there and switched on to its lowest, constant setting and that sends those sharp, overwhelming buzzes through his skin and makes his nerves go molten immediately. And his other hand doesn't stop. He keeps stroking Dabi even as his body tries to pull back from his peak and his cock wants to soften. But the hand and the vibrations as it's dragged along his balls, around them, and up the underside of his cock, lingering between his piercings and making him thrash and whimper as the sensations go too sharp so soon after his orgasm, force his cock to stay half-hard in his lover's grip.

Dabi's head swims as he tries to fill his lungs between the whines and moans that are coming out of him as he clutches at his skin. But he doesn't relent. Tomura just gives him more kisses, dipping his head to lick at his nipples and tease the buds with his teeth as his hand moves from his cock so that he can press the toy along him instead. And he keeps it there, forcing the vibrations along Dabi's shaft and making the muscles in his thighs tense as jump as it feels like he's forcing lava beneath his skin from how sharp his pleasure gets.

It's not a surprise when he bursts into tears as his wet fingers do start to circle his hole like it's even possible for him to handle anything else on top of what he's already being given. "Oh, firefly," and there's such a satisfaction in his lover's voice as Sir circles his rim and teases those nerves to life too. "Already?"

Already crying, when it's clear that Sir has so much more planned for him and he can't help it. But it doesn't stop his lover from pressing inside of him as he clicks the vibrator up to a higher setting. Dabi lets go of Tomura, wrapping his hands around the bottom of the headboard before they can get hot enough to burn his partner. That earns him a reprieve, at least against his cock that is aching from being forced to stay full, as Tomura locks the cuffs around the frame in place so that Dabi doesn't set the bed on fire. But then he has the vibrator again and has its blunt head circling his tip and tracing the underside to his first piercing as he slips his finger into his body. He strokes and coats his walls with lube, making the slide easier and more comfortable -- as he immediately crooks to find his prostate and starts to work pressure there in time with the movements of the toy over his cock.

The noises that he's making sound wounded from how completely overwhelmed he is. But he doesn't ask to stop. He doesn't want to stop. He just wants Tomura to force his body to be everything he can make it. He just wants to be molded into something perfect for his lover and it's a sharp relief that broken, messy, and sobbing, is perfect for his lover from how hard he can feel the other is against his thigh. By the time that he has two fingers inside of him and the vibrator has been turned up to its third speed, Dabi can't even find his words anymore and only managed a slightly louder sob before his cock twitches again.

This orgasm is even more stinging and sharp than the first, but it's only accompanied by a small spurt of cum that joins the mess already painted over his skin. That doesn't make the pleasure that rolls through him any less intense and when it ebbs away, his limbs are so heavy against the sheets and he can't do anything but try to catch his breath and sniffle as Sir decides that still wasn't enough for his reward.

Instead he pulls the vibrator away from his cock, softening now despite the constant, rhythmic movement of his lover's fingers petting along his inner walls. But he doesn't stop feeling good. He's wrapped up in the pleasure that Sir is giving his body, completely lost in it. He doesn't know if his body can handle anything else, but when he murmurs,

"There, pretty boy, all ready for my cock, aren't you?"

Dabi can only manage a weak nod. He tries to reach for his lover, always likes to hold onto him when he has him on his back like this, but his wrists are caught in the cuffs. Tomura chuckles and gives him a kiss before he shifts, pulling his fingers out of Dabi's body and leaving him uncomfortably empty for a moment as he sheds his sleep pants, before he moves back between his legs. Dabi's cock manages to stir, but he's only half-hard as his lover slicks up his cock and starts to press inside.

It's been so long since he's had him like this and Dabi moans weakly as the stretch and pressure along his walls makes his entire lower half start to tingle and radiate out a fresh pleasure. He knows immediately why Sir worked over his cock so much before he was inside, as he begins to move in deliberate, measured thrusts. He wants Dabi to cum again from having his insides toyed with, wants to give him that other, more intense, deeper orgasm that he usually can only manage in his cage or ring, without either in play now.

His lips fall against Dabi's cheek, kissing away the tears that are trickling across his skin. "You're doing such a good job, baby boy. I'm so proud of you. Does that feel good, precious?"

It's so hard for him to find his voice, to focus when he's swimming so deeply through his fog. But thankfully, him nodding blearily and turning his face towards the other to get a kiss is enough of an answer for his lover. Tomura gives him that kiss, as slow and sweet as his movements between his thighs.

Which makes feeling that second head against his hole all the more shocking. The vibrations are already on, and they're back to their lowest setting, but the sensation there makes all of his nerves tingle and burn from the too much that his body has already been subjected to. Tomura teases the toy around him for a few thrusts, giving Dabi time to protest, but he doesn't. He relaxes even further against the sheets even though his nerves are sharp. Sir knows what's best for him. He knows what Dabi's body can handle more than he does at times. He trusts Tomura to take care of him.

Sir pulls out nearly all the way with the next movement of his hips, and when he pushes again, he pushes the toy in alongside his cock. He inserts it so that curved shaft is pressing up towards his stomach and after another thrust and some gentle manipulation, the blunt silicone head is putting a constant, buzzing pressure against his prostate. It sends his nerves screaming and a rougher sob from his throat as he tangles his hands in the chains of his cuffs for something to hold on to. He shakes his head weakly, and Tomura shushes him gently, still not moving quickly, but stroking him so deeply, moving the toy with his cock, and against it and making it feel like the vibrations are reaching even deeper inside of him. It feels so good and like too much, and Dabi thinks he's going to tremble apart beneath his lover completely.

"You're doing such a good job, baby. Being such a good boy. You just have to hold on for me a little longer so I can make you feel good again. Can you do that, sweetheart? Or do you want me to stop?" He murmurs, his free hand moving to stroke Dabi's hair and his words only making his aching pleasure go even higher.

It's so hard to think through the too much inside of him, but he whimpers and manages to shake his head weakly. "Want it, sir, please--" he can't hold on for long, he doesn't think, but he wants to taste that sweetness again. He wants to float with his lover like this forever.

"Perfect, sweetheart. Can you take a little more?"

He whimpers, unsure what that can even be when his cock is still only half-hard and he doesn't know if he can survive another touch there. But he nods weakly again.

"Good boy, just a little more," Tomura reassures him, peppering his face with kisses as the hand between their bodies clicks the vibrator up two settings.

That sharp increase in sensation has Dabi screaming his pleasure as it aches and burns across his nerves. He nearly thrashes beneath Sir as he is so full and made to endure such unrelenting sensation as his movements slowly start to increase in pace until the bed is rocking beneath them and Dabi's close to pulling the seams across his palms from how tightly his fists are clenched. The pressure and heat go higher and higher, his prostate sending his pleasure vibrating all the way through his bones before Dabi can't hold on any longer.

Orgasming from there is always so different from doing it from his cock. It radiates through every muscle in his body, making his voice crack around how loudly he moans, as his toes curl against the sheets. And it lasts for so long. It's not the explosiveness of cumming with his cock, which only just manages to twitch and drool out a few droplets of cum against his thigh, where it's a firework and then an echo in rapid succession. This kind of orgasm takes his entire body and leaves that bliss radiating across each and every nerve and doesn't let go of him even as his limbs turn to lead in the wake of it.

He's floating so high he doesn't even feel it when his lover cums. He doesn't know when his hands were uncuffed, he just realizes a while later as he whimpers softly as his oversensitive cock is cleaned with a wipe, that he's being cleaned up. Tomura is gentle as he does it, making sure that he's clean of the cum that was all over his skin before he tosses the soiled wipe away and pulls Dabi close, settling in with him.

It's been a long time since he's felt so good, and when his eyes grow heavy in the wake of that pleasure, Dabi lets them close.

///

He wakes up again just after dawn, still curled up tight against Tomura's chest and his whole body still heavy from his pleasure. He can see the clock on the nightstand. Past time he should have already been up for training.

Dabi snuggles in closer to his lover, his arms tightening around him automatically, and Tomura's face turning to press into his hair. Work can wait. He doesn't want to disappoint his lover by not taking care of himself again. Besides, he feels perfect already, just laying in the circle of his arms.

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mustainegf · 1 day

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OHMYGOD I FEEL LIKE A GENIUS!!!!!! imagine dave has you tied up and all that and he does NOOOTT let you cum like at all (i think its called orgasm denial idk or is it edging ☠️) until he decides you can .. js a silly thought really 🤭

no rush tho :3

This was such a good write!! This is sooo good hehehe

Dave and I's makeout session had quickly taken a turn, and now I found my hands bound above my head, whimpering as Dave tied my ankles apart, keeping me spread open for him.

Dave had never tied me up completely before, just my wrists every once in a while, but right now, I could tell he was in a particular mood. A teasing mood.

I'd never seen his eyes glow before. But now they did, dark, and full of amusement, as if this was all some big joke to him.

I squirmed agaisnt the bindings as Dave flicked at my folds just softly, chuckling to himself at my reaction.

"I-i-is this really necessary?!" I whined. "No," Dave chuckled, "but it will make you even more desperate."

Dave started slowly, rubbing cricked on my throbbing sex. "Lets lay down some ground rules, sweetheart," he began. "If you feel like you're going to cum, you tell me. If you don't tell me, than I'll have to punish you."

He pressed harder down on my clit. I nodded hastily, just begging for him to go faster. "I will.." I whimpered.

Dave focused on my sensitive spots, sucking dark marks onto my thighs as his fingers quickened on my pussy.

"Such a sensitive pussy" he cooed, letting spit drip from between his pink lips and onto mine, rubbing it in with his fingers.

Fuck, his saliva felt perfect as he used it to push his fingers inside of me.

My hole clenched around him, twitching at the feeling.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "Faster!" I pleaded, bucking against his touch. "You want to come?" He smirked.

"Not yet." I was starting to think that maybe he had other plans after all. "Hmmm... "

he murmured, sliding his hand back into me again. This time, he didn't stop at one finger, pushing two into me at once, curving them upward to find my g-spot. "Yes! Yes! Please!" I begged, bucking harder.

"Dave I'm gonna cum!" I cried, it felt so perfect. But he stopped.

He sucked his fingers clean, kissing my thighs as I was left without orgasm.

"No cumming until I say so," he muttered.

I growled in frustration. "What?! Nooo!" I whined.

"Hush, baby, I'll make you feel good"

Daves fingers found my pussy again, teasing them down my wetness and up to my clit as he helped me build my climax back up.

"Ahhhhh" I moaned, arching up into his touch.

"That's it, you like my fingers huh?" Dave teased, his free hand rubbing up the array of marks he'd left on my thighs.

My body was vibrating, ready to explode. I'm not sure how long we went on for, but it was coming quick. "I'm gonna cum!" I cried again. And just as I feared, Dave quit all friction as he pulled his fingers away.

I screamed in frustration. "No, please dave!" I cried, bucking against the restraints. I was so close.

But no, he wouldn't let me cum. "Please!" I begged.

"I need it!" Dave just laughed.

He rubbed my legs again waiting for my pussy to calm. He repeated this pro maybe 5 more times, leaving me even more desperate than the last time, I was throbbing, pulsing and red with the need for release.

"Pleaseeee!" I begged. "Please, please, please, I'll do anything, just please let me cum!" "Anything, sweetheart?" Dave asked in a mock serious tone. I groaned in frustration. "Yes! Anything!"

I promised, just wanting to have an orgasm. Dave looked down at me, his face lit up with mischief.

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you then" He purred, looking down at me hungrily. I bit my lip.

"I'll let you cum, if I can use my cock. And the vibrator." He said under his breath, grinning mischievously.

I hesitated only for a second, then I blurted out

"Deal!" My cheeks flamed as I realized what I'd done. "Are you sure about that, sweetheart?" Dave chuckled.

"Ugh yes, I'm sure. Just hurry!" I whined, gritting my teeth in anticipation. Dave laughed. "Alright then, baby"

he hummed. "I hope you can handle me, because I plan on fucking your pretty little pussy all night."

Dave stripped himself, showing off his swollen erection, he looked painfully hard. He reached to the bedside table grabbing my vibrator with a smirk.

Dave hummed as he turned it on, teasing the buzzing up my inner thighs.

He pushed my legs farther apart, and slowly eased the toy between my lips. "Ooooooh!" I moaned, squirming to get closer. "Just wait, sweetheart," Dave purred.

"This is nothing compared to how good I'll make you feel." Dave circled the head of his cock over my folds, pressing the tip against my swollen bud.

He groaned as he pushed his length into me, I was already soaked from all his teasing and he slid in perfectly.

I bucked up against him, my entire body thrumming as he moved inside me. His hips moved in time to the vibrator as he fucked me, his eyes glowing brightly in pleasure.

He pressed and rubbed the buzzing vibrator onto my clit, his hips thrusting faster.

"Oh god, oh god, ooooohhhhhhhhh!" I cried as he fucked me, I was on the edge, close to coming. But before I could, he withdrew the vibrator and pressed a button, sending the toy into a rapid vibrate.

It hit my clit perfectly, sending me into a frenzy.

My legs shook, quivered, trembled, everything, as I came, screaming Dave's name. I tried to hold on for dear life, but it was too much.

Dave was still thrusting into me, holding me tight, almost as if he were afraid I might float away. I finally regained myself enough to realize that Dave hadn't yet finished himself off.

I purposely clenched my hole, tightening around him.

It only took him a few final thrusts before he shot his load inside me, filing me with that familiar warmth.

"That's it, yeah, you did so good," Dave heaved, glancing up at me.

Dave was quick to untie me, pulling me close

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biteapple · 22 days

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Today I plan to clean my dridge out and get groceries to put in the dfridge aafter it's all cleaned and take the trash out and make a nice dinner for me. And maybe make cookies. And take a nap.

#Don't know if I have time for allllll this but I'd like to clean out the fridge to prep for groceries #But ... i think the nap will come first honestly lol #I have soooooo much I wanna do but aoooooooo little time...#I have a few days off after my shift today #and next week's gonna slow down so I'll have more time to myself #But ughhhhh I hope I can get to all of them soon #Especially since one of the things I wanna go do is gonna close mid-May so I wanna go before it's gone....

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selineram3421 · 5 months

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здраствуйте можно сделать реакцию на ревность аластора

Translated:

Hi, can I get a reaction to Alastor's jealousy?

Yes.

Jealousy Headcanons

Alastor X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ platonic to romantic, violence, all caps in bold italics = SOUND EFFECTS, implied torture/murder, gore? eyeballs, possessive? Alastor wants all of your attention ⚠

Alastor has never felt jealous! How absurd of you to think that! Hahaha! Ha... Who is that demon taking up your attention?

He always had your attention.

You could be talking to the Princess but still focus on him.

Hell, you could be checking in a guest and still keep up with his tale of the day.

But now it was quite odd.

There was a demon coming by the hotel, not to see if they were interested in the cause but to use up his friend's precious time.

Even now the beastly thing walked up to the check in counter and started up a conversation with you.

He watched from the bar.

"Hey! I see its dead as ever in here.", the dragon demon grinned as they leaned on the counter.

"Not true~", you had replied. "I checked in four new guests!"

Yes, you had a knack of persuasion. Able to convince many to do almost anything. Sometimes even him.

"Oh yeah? How many sinners walked in?", the scaled creature leaned close.

Far too close for his liking.

"I just told you how many.", you replied and placed a finger on the dragon's snout, pushing them back as well. "Personal space."

He didn't like this demon.

Everything about them set something off. Their manners, their way of speaking, the way they move-

"Oh come on, I don't bite sugar cake~", the beast took your hand and kissed their way up to your elbow.

The way they t̵̬̥̻͂̿̈́ȏ̴̒͠u̸c̷̈́̊̆́̓͘h̷e̴̖̖͒̓͂͋̎ḑ̴̣̋͜ you.

"Nope!", you yanked your arm away and held it close. "None of that.", you laughed nervously with an uncomfortable smile.

It looked wrong. Your smile should be a happy one.

"I said I don't bite!", they laughed and tried to grab at your arm again. "You know I'm messing! When's your break?", they leaned over the counter, still trying to get at something to pull you closer. "I know a good bar to go to, or we can go to the club! I'd like to see your ass in something a little less-"

"Ew, no.", you rejected and backed away.

"Come on!", they started to climb on the counter. "Its just one time! I'll even help you get in and out of your clothes.", they grabbed onto your sleeve.

That's ENOUGH!

He quickly shadow traveled and snatched the wrist of the dragon.

"I believe they said no."

The beast growled with a sneer before looking at him, freezing up once realizing who had their wrist.

"I was just joking man. Haha..", the dragon looked between him and you. "I understand! I'll back away. The slut is yours."

"Excuse me!?", you said angrily.

His antlers grew, the low static that hummed now raising up in volume.

"₵₳ⱤɆ ₮Ø ⱤɆ₱Ɇ₳₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₮?"

"The slut-"

SNAP

He held the demon's snout shut as they screamed and cried over their broken wrist.

"Now, there is a no killing rule in the hotel.", he said and then grinned menacingly. "But that doesn't apply outside."

His smile widened after seeing the panic in their eyes.

"Dear.", he turned to face you. "Has this guest overstayed their welcome?"

You stared at the beast with such a terrifyingly hateful glare.

"Yes they have.", you replied, crossing your arms. "I'd like to keep a souvenir, for memories."

And then you gave him that lovely smile.

"Alastor, do you think you could get me a dragon eye or two? I hear they make nice details to things."

"I'll make sure to get them.", he released the demon, only for his tendrils to take hold of them. "I won't be long.", he reassured, lifting up your hand to kiss the back of it.

He saw you blush before he 'escorted' the demon outside.

After finishing up (and calling Niffty to clean up), he returned with two freshly picked dragon eyes.

You thanked him with an odd little gleam in your eyes. No doubt your mind jumping idea to idea of what you could create with them.

Now with the pest gone, he would have your attention again.

Just like he wanted

"Thank you Alastor. I'll be able to make something interesting with these."

"I can't wait to see what you make this time."

Perhaps he'll ask you that question sooner than later.

Of course he has to prepare everything to properly court you.

I am using a website to translate requests. Please let me know if I have translated anything wrong.

~Seline, the person.

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hotseok · 1 year

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helping out

#hotseoksims #hshsy #cory completely upgraded the robot vacuum thing since i do have BTD enabled and i dont want no dust bunnies in my sims house #maya & jessie cleaned up for him & it turns out sending aspen to uni wasn't a waste of money after all #since he managed to install the internet himself & i didnt have to deal with the simzlink technicians #anyway the repoman came bc aspen aint paid his student loans yet 😭 GOD-. and he has like 1k to his name rn #+ the 50k loan he took out to pay for the apartment i NEVER learn when it comes to loans in this game 😭😭#anyway of course simba came with him since he's technically aspen's cat. i wish i'd taken a picture of bobby before he died #but uhh i named the robot vacuum after him?😭

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absentlyabbie · 11 months

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i'll tell you what converted me to being all-in on keeping cats indoors only:

living for a year and a half in a rural area with a sudden feral cat colony explosion on the property.

i moved in with my folks for a bit and at that time, one (1) stray cat mama had taken up residence on the property, but was too feral to let my mother anywhere near her. but especially after she brought three kittens around, mom fed her and the kittens in hopes they'd grow trusting enough she could catch for spay and neuter at the minimum. momcat stayed mean and hella wary, but the kittens would hang around a little nearer and play with my mom via long stick, but still wouldn't come close enough to touch or catch.

unfortunately, two of the three kittens were girls and started having kittens of their own before further progress was made, shortly after i moved in. and that was pretty much instant doom.

there were so many kittens. SO MANY. multiple litters. every time we turned around, more kittens.

we fed them. we hunted for and located the kittens every time anywhere on the property and would move them to a repurposed doghouse anytime a mama cat had them somewhere else, so that they could grow up human-socialized and we could spay/neuter them when they were old enough. (also it was a handy tactic to push the issue of the mamas getting more used to/trusting of us themselves. only really worked with one of them, though.)

and we watched them die.

we watched litter after litter of kittens never make it to the age they could be spayed or neutered. the moms stayed, for the longest time, too skittish to more than briefly touch, much less catch and crate for a vet visit.

it sounds like a silly joke to say i have kitten-related ptsd, but i absolutely do.

too many goddamn times i'd walk out of the garage and find the carport and gravel drive strewn with tiny bodies. others simply went missing, never to be found.

one in particular, i wish i hadn't found, and the visual literally haunts me still, almost a decade later.

i saw so many kittens die of snake bite, spider bite, wild dogs, birds of prey, hit by cars, respiratory illness, covered in fleas and eyes crusted with infection.

and we loved them all. scrimped for antibiotics if the vet could be convinced to give it to us despite our being unable to bring them in. bought flea collars and ointments. we cared for them and fed them and petted them and played with them, brushed their fur and cleaned up their little faces, put ice in their water in hot summer, rigged a heating lamp in their house in the winter.

and they died. horribly. that property is pocked with unmarked graves of kittens and cats.

all the best intentions, not enough resources, and it didn't matter anyways because the population went from three to almost twenty (at times, over thirty) in the blink of an eye.

they died and died and died. our hearts broke over and over again. the stress and anxiety wore us down like sandpaper. i think, by the end of it all, we managed to find less than 10 of them all homes, including batman the disabled kitten i found a home across the country through tumblr.

it was carnage and tragedy, frankly. and we were helpless.

it only ended because they started dying faster than they could be born, and because we finally caught the two remaining mom cats in traps and got them spayed.

the points about outdoor cats being invasive predators devastating to local wildlife populations is true and valid and important.

but i know cat people, and cat people who don't know better than to let cats outdoors. what matters to you is the cat itself, generally. the cat being happy and taken care of.

keeping cats outdoors, letting them outdoors, is not taking care of the cats. it's not protecting them. it's not giving them any happiness or invigoration that couldn't be provided to them as indoor-only pets with just a little research and effort.

they die. they get ill. they get hurt. they're at risk of predators, and cars, and disease, and carelessly cruel children and deliberately cruel adults. they're at risk of disappearing on you because someone else saw a cat outdoors and intervened to give it a better, safer life not in conflict with the local environment.

and if that offends and angers you that someone would just take a cat they saw roaming outdoors, even collared, and that it sounds like i'm endorsing that, i am, but not if you intervene and be that person yourself for your own cat.

if what matters to you is doing right by your cat because it's family and a living creature whose happiness and health and safety is important to you,

keep them indoors. not part time. always. exclusively.

edit: since apparently i need to clarify this, i'm saying cats should live inside, that they should not live outdoors, even part time. visiting the outdoors supervised on a leash or in an enclosed catio is not the same as even part-time living outside, and i am certainly not advocating against it.

#long post #cats #indoor cats #outdoor cats #keep your cats inside

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sluttydomme · 15 days

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I'd love a shy princess on my strap right now, just have her sit on it to warm it up, not letting her move an inch so she could relieve the ache between her legs. I'm just eyeing her up and down, watching how she's blushing and she is dripping wet. Let two fingers brush over her cunt just enough to soak them a bit before I make her suck them clean, make her taste herself like the good slut she is. And then, I'm going to make her tell me all the dirty fantasies she has, the ones that she's touching herself to, but she's just so shy. She's a stuttering mess because my strap is stretching her out so good and she just wants me to pin her down and destroy her pretty little hole. But of course I won't do that until she tells me what she wants me to do. Come on, be a good girl for Daddy. Use your words.

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dearaceofhearts · 20 days

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you walk out after an argument

characters: husk, alastor, angel dust, vox, lucifer word count: 2.9k genre: angst to fluff summary: after an argument with them, you walk out and don't come back for a few days. how do they react? author's note: hello yes this is my first time actually posting something. erm, i think i wrote too much (sorry) but hey we roll with it!! also dude i accidentally posted this before it was ready twice and i had a heart attack oh my god. anyways i don't think vox's is really fluff (oops) but everyone else's is

♡ husk

when you slam the door shut on your way out, husk lets out a low grumble, setting down the glass he was cleaning onto the bar counter with a quiet sigh. it was one of the first arguments you'd had in a long time. although he wasn't usually one to get riled up so easily, the two of you knew each other well enough to know just what buttons to push to get under the other's skin. that, alongside him already having a bad day, had been a recipe for disaster.

in the few days that pass by, it's hard to tell just how affected he is by your absence since he does a pretty good job of keeping a cool facade. to anyone looking, he wouldn't appear any different than usual, just idly cleaning bottles as he always does.

but it's the small things that give away just how much husk cares and worries for you, like how his eyes flicker towards the door whenever someone comes in, his ears perking up slightly. he hates the twinge of disappointment that follows when it's not you, a slight scowl curling at his lips as he takes a swig of alcohol from one of the many bottles on the shelves of the bar. he misses talking to you. you're his favourite drinking buddy, after all.

his gaze always seems to wander back to the front door of the hotel, lingering for just a little too long before he eventually turns back to the bar, expression settling back into its usual grouchiness. but underneath that lies a hint of worry that gnaws at him in the back of his mind, even though he knows you're more than capable of handling yourself. at the end of the day, you can never be too careful in hell.

husk won't force you to come back, but he just wants to know that you're safe and sound. he trusts that you'll come back when you're ready so that the two of you can talk it over and hopefully resolve things. he doesn't want to leave it like this, and he's sure you don't either. you mean a lot more to him than he'd like to admit.

when you decide to finally return to the hotel, he pauses upon catching sight of you stepping through the doorway. he can't help the small wave of relief that washes over him, though you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he smoothly resumes restocking the bar. when you approach the counter, he looks up, giving you a short nod. "hey." he greets you, tone surprisingly softer than you're used to, "you're back."

husk's not really the type to beat around the bush, so he'd likely address the argument pretty quickly. he's also not particularly one for verbal apologies, so he'd probably be more willing to show it through his actions. you see it in the way he lets you cling to him a little longer than he normally does, leaning into him as he wordlessly holds you, his tail loosely curling around your leg. if you listen closely, you can hear some faint purring, too. it makes you smile slightly.

"alright, 'nuff of this sappy stuff." husk grumbles after a few more moments, patting your back gently before pulling back. "i'd kill for a drink right now. care to join me?" he raises a brow, a familiar glint in his eyes as he slides back behind the counter, already moving to make what he knows is your favourite drink.

you grin as you meet his eyes, expression softening. "of course. i'd love nothing more."

♡ alastor

"you're not listening, al." you murmur, exhaling quietly. this makes him pause for a moment, head tilted. your voice sounds different to what he's used to — you're not even angry, no — you just sound... tired. the argument had been going on for a while, and neither of you were getting through to the other.

when you move to leave, he makes no move to stop you, simply watching you with an intent gaze. his voice rings out clear as day in the empty silence. "where do you think you're going, my dear?"

he falters ever so slightly when you turn back to face him with a sturdy, stern gaze, responding with a flatly spoken "out", leaving no room for anything more to be said before closing the door behind you with a quiet click.

alastor won't chase after you, because he expects that you'll come back to him of your own accord. to him, it's basically guaranteed how this'll play out. he's used to demons falling right into his hands without having to exert much effort on his end, and believes that this would be no different.

so when a few days pass by with you not approaching him at all, he finds himself slightly irritated and mildly perplexed, eyes narrowed as his clawed finger taps against his cane with idle impatience. why haven't you sought him out yet?

he's seen you around the hotel, but you've never once acknowledged his presence even if the two of you were in the same room, breezing past him while he's left staring, watching you converse with everyone except him. his eye twitches in irritation, the perpetual smile on his lips strained.

...eventually, after playing a long waiting game to no avail, he decides that perhaps rosie would be able to offer some helpful advice on how to approach this situation, since he's not used to actually handling delicate emotional matters without the— well, the manipulation and deal-making.

one of the main issues is his massive ego. it's that unfaltering pride that gets in the way of him apologising. he may be the radio demon, but all that power can't help him here. and he'd never openly admit to such, but he truly is at somewhat of a loss here. he's already tried most things that he's sure would usually make you forgive him, though for a reason unbeknownst to him, it's not working this time.

"oh alastor," rosie shakes her head with a small huff, "a lady's heart is to be treated with care." she lends some further words of wisdom and encouragement that he listens to with great attentiveness, since he does (begrudgingly) enjoy your company, and it would be a shame if it was lost over such a, in his eyes, trivial matter.

upon his return to the hotel, he manages to get you to sit down with him (after much polite pestering and insistence) to have a chat over some tea. when all is said and done, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. you sip your tea, watching the blazing fires of hell from the balcony.

"refill?" alastor offers, glancing at you briefly through a sip of his own tea.

"much appreciated." you hum, legs crossed as you throw him a small, slack smile.

♡ angel dust

his frustration slowly fizzles out as the door closes behind you, and the guilt slowly starts to creep in. he knows he shouldn't have said what he did, and he wants nothing more than to apologise and make it up to you — but he understands that it's probably better to give you some time to cool off before trying to approach you again.

despite the argument and the harsh words exchanged between you, the fact that he cares for you with his whole heart will never change, and he hopes you know that too.

while you're away, angel always finds his thoughts drifting to you, wondering how you're doing. are you eating okay? are you drinking enough? sleeping enough? with a shake of his head and a small sigh, he tries his best to return his focus back to the task at hand, whatever it may be.

he knows you can take care of yourself perfectly fine, but he just... misses you. the guilt eats away at him when he's reminded of the look on your face when you left, the brief glimmer of hurt in your eyes before you masked it with anger and tore your gaze away.

one particular night, angel heads over to your room in the hotel out of habit, not really thinking about it when he raises a fist to knock on the door. he had been hoping to spend some time with you, since today had been a particularly rough day for him. he's also been craving for one of your sleepover nights for a while, those nights where you two would stay up to talk about anything and everything until dawn rises. those times were comforting for him — a rare moment of respite in his life.

but then he stops abruptly, remembering that you're not there. he lets his hand fall back to his side, expression quietly downcast. he stands alone in the silent, empty hallway. has it always been this cold?

after a few days, he's just about damn ready to go looking for you, making his way down the stairs as he prepares to head out. he's so focused that he almost misses the sight of you seemingly casually sitting at the bar, nursing a drink in your hands whilst exchanging low murmurs with husk.

he freezes momentarily, taking a deep breath. while he mentally debates with himself whether to approach you or not, husk notices him hesitating on the staircase. he catches angel's gaze, giving him a subtle nod. that's all the affirmation angel needs.

he slides on his usual relaxed demeanour, though it's a little weaker than normal, as he approaches you. he's admittedly a little nervous, but he's determined to work things out with you. he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. "hey, darlin'. can i talk to you for a minute?"

the two of you head back to your room, where heartfelt apologies are exchanged and a long overdue conversation takes place. at some point during the talk, his hand had found its way on top of yours, thumb brushing over your skin gently. at the end of it all, he gives you a small, content smile. "...baby, you have no idea just how much i adore you." he whispers into the quiet, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly as your head rests on his shoulder.

it was an unspoken agreement that tonight was going to be a sleepover night. prepare for lots of cuddling and gentle, soft kisses.

♡ vox

he's the type to go "ha, see if i care!" when you leave, but he'll still check on you occasionally through the various cameras and electronics around the city — he swears it's just because he's making sure the new limited edition voxtek product he had given to you isn't damaged.

(...it's totally because he's looking out for you, by the way. even if it's only a little. you are his darling, after all. and uh, you'll never know what happened to that guy who tried to hit on you that one time).

(vox made sure not even a trace of that bastard remained).

his obnoxious pride makes him reluctant to reach out first. that, and he's a petty little shit. so everyone around him, whether that be the other vees or his employees, is stuck dealing with his foul mood. he's become even more irritable and susceptible to lashing out than usual since you left.

he'd rather die than admit it, but you were a calming presence in his life that he hadn't realised he needed until you were gone. he hates just how much power you have over him, though you may or may not realise it. he's supposed to be the one in charge. when did you manage to sneak into his heart? his mind is occupied with thoughts of you.

and it only frustrates him more, because you're not here.

all his employees are left on edge, even more so when he takes his anger out on some poor soul who had gotten the numbers wrong on the report they handed in. "clean this mess up." vox snaps, glowering as he fixes the cuffs of his sleeves. the demon at the door hurriedly moves to do as he says, not wanting to risk meeting the same fate.

"what? what are you looking at?" he turns, eyes narrowing at the rest of the employees who flinch, hastily turning their eyes back to the screens in front of them. "get back to work." he mutters sharply, an unspoken threat in his words.

his volatile temperament goes on for a while, until velvette decides she's finally had enough and sends you a (not so) polite text to resolve your little lover's spat before she takes matters into her own hands.

meanwhile, vox is in his office. nothing seems to be going his way, and he's just about to blow another fuse when you nonchalantly throw open the doors, inviting yourself in. he freezes, staring at you for a few moments. you raise a brow. "...so. i heard you were throwing another hissy fit."

vox scowls at that, grumbling under his breath. "oh yeah? and what'd you come back for, you prissy little princess?" he sneers, clawed fingers digging into the desk with a quiet screech. "couldn't go without me for long, huh?"

"ha. you wish that was the case." you scoff, rolling your eyes with a half-amused, irked smile curling at your lips. things escalate into another argument pretty quickly, with the two of you at each other's throats. he towers over you, eyes narrowing as his grin widens in mild irritation.

it's a back and forth for quite some time, until you get sick of it and grab him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer until you're glaring at one another face to face. "what the fuck do you think you're—" he starts, but he's quickly cut off when your lips crash into his. vox is stunned for a few moments but soon snaps out of it, swiftly returning your kiss with equal, if not more, ferocity and intensity.

"finally got you to shut up." you murmur, grinning as you part to catch your breath and release his shirt from your grasp. before you can pull back completely, however, his hand reaches up to rest against the back of your neck, the other firmly on your waist. it takes another long, drawn-out kiss for him to finally let you go — though not really, since he's still holding you close in his arms.

"...that was hot." he whispers breathlessly, staring down at you with a somewhat satisfied glint in his eyes. but you both know that there's more to come.

suffice to say, the two of you sorted things out.

♡ lucifer

he would regret everything almost instantly. lucifer realises just how badly he fucked up when you leave without looking back. he's not even quite sure what happened as he stands alone in the room, blinking as he's left to process everything on his own. his mind is a jumbled mess, and he can't think clearly.

all he can feel is a suffocating rush of fear as he snaps out of his daze and hurries after you, desperate to find you before you're gone. he doesn't want to take his chances. what if you don't come back? what if—

he had said things that he didn't mean, and now the weight of it all feels crushing on his shoulders. he's torn between wanting to reach out to apologise and giving you time to cool down. he doesn't want to be a bother, but also really wants to make things up to you.

most of all, he just wants reassurance that you'll come back to him and that he hasn't messed things up for good. he doesn't want to lose you. you're too precious to him for that, and he's mentally kicking himself for ever making you question your importance to him for even a second.

thankfully, you haven't gone too far so he's able to catch up to you, taking a hold of your wrist firmly. however, when you turn to look at him, he falters, the words dying in his throat. he swallows, softly clearing his throat as he scrambles to say something, anything to stop you from leaving. to reaffirm his love for you.

"...sweetheart, i'm so sorry," he whispers, expression twisted and heart heavy with remorse and sorrow as he brings you close, grip subconsciously tightening because he's afraid to let you go. "i'll do anything, i'll make it up to you, i—" he trails off, burying his face into your shoulder, "just, please... don't leave. i'm sorry."

you really can't stay mad at him for too long after seeing his genuine sincerity. he acknowledges his wrongs, wanting nothing more than to make up for his mistakes and make you feel as appreciated and cared for as you've made him feel over the course of you two knowing each other. you sigh gently, thumb lightly brushing over his cheek. "...alright, silly. let's go home."

his eyes light up at that, and he's reminded of just how grateful he is to have you here by his side as you guys make your way home together. he holds your hand the entire time.

after the two of you make up, you find that he'll leave little gifts and cute trinkets around for you despite your gentle assurances that he doesn't have to. he also gives you lots of forehead kisses. he just wants to make sure you never forget how much he loves you, and that you mean the world to him.

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willows-peak · 4 months

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heyyy, I've literally never requested before so I'm kinda nervous but...

could you write about getting eaten out for the first time with jjk men? reader is insecure and worried they won't like it??

Yes yes ofc <33 i luv writing this stuff ty anon

*･ﾟ✧ Munch City

tags: multi character x reader, fem! reader, oral (f! receiving) dirty talk, insecurity, first time, face sitting, doggy position, pussy! whipped choso because it's choso, slight massaging,

word count: 3.4k

MDNI

a/n: I'm soooo sorry this took forever!! the fire alarms have been going off 24/7 and it's been super annoying 😭 I made this a lil shorter than i'd wanted for times sake, I'm very sorry nonnie </3

⋆｡˚ ♡ Gojo: is gonna talk you through it step by step, and how it makes him feel doing it

You're sitting at the edge of your bed, legs spread open by Gojo's wide shoulders, with him grinning eagerly at the display in front of him.

He almost rolled his eyes at you when you first voiced your concerns, finding the mere idea of him *not* liking this ridiculous. But when he saw the hurt in your eyes from his reaction, he was quick to come back and reassure you that yes, he wanted to do this because yes, you are beautiful to him.

His eyes didn't miss the way you clenched around nothing at his praise, the grin he lost earlier creeping its way back onto his face as he started to come up with an idea. He pried your thighs back open as he leaned into your core, nose pressing against the top of your pussy as he pressed a light kiss against your clit.

The way his tongue flicked over your sensitive clit made your back arch up against him, hearing him chuckle against you. "That felt good, didn't it? When I lick your clit just like this" Gojo teased, sly eyes peering up at you as he flattened his tongue down against it, letting it drag down against you until the tip of it reached your hole. You covered your mouth with the knuckle of your finger as he hummed, the tip of his tongue circling around it gingerly.

You could feel the way Gojo was lapping up the wetness that came out of you, moving his tongue up inside of you while you muffled a cry into your hand, feeling him quietly groan against your cunt. "You're so sexy when you moan like that, makes my dick throb so hard." he dragged out his words as he lifted up your leg, placing it onto his shoulder before burying himself into your cunt and grinding his nose down against your now swollen bud.

Wet, thick swipes of his tongue made their way all across your cunt as he closed his eyes, panting for a few seconds before diving back in like a man who was starved. "Fuckin' love how you squeeze around my tongue, keep doing that, please," Gojo panted out, not wasting another moment before shoving his warm tongue back inside of you, the tip of it coming up to thrust against your g-spot. You cried out his name again as your hand shot down to grab at his hair, legs spreading wider to feel more of him.

The combination of Gojo's strong arms flexing, pinning your thighs down to the bed, and his messy tongue slurping and fucking your hole was making you dizzy, shuddering at how soaked Gojo's cheeks were when he pulled away to talk to you. He looked up at you with such a clouded-over expression, his bright blue eyes glittering through his thin, white lashes. Every moan you made only egged Gojo on further, your head tossing back as Gojo's mouth came to wrap back around your clit, groaning along with you and replacing his tongue with his slender middle finger.

"It taste g-good, 'toru?" You asked, your voice wavering as he nodded into you, making little 'mhm's and popping off of your clit to clean up more of your wetness. "Fuck yes, tastes so good honey, lemme keep doing this for you, please baby-" He begged, almost leaping back down on your cunt when you nodded.

⋆｡˚ ♡ Getou: makes you watch him jerk off while he’s grinding his nose into your clit

You're hovering above Getou's face, thighs being held apart while he licks his lips at how wet you are.

Though when his plea for you to lower yourself onto his lips already was met with nothing, he glanced up at your worried expression with a matching one. His hands glided down the smooth expanse of your thighs and rested just above your knees, giving them small rubs as you fiddled around with your nails.

Getou bit his lip as he felt himself twitch in his boxers in tandem with a stray drop of wetness flowing down your inner thigh, swallowing thickly as he attempted to remain composed for you. He knew that right now, what mattered most was your comfort, especially for your first time, even when you were looking unfairly hot above him like this.

"Turn around baby, lemme do something," Getou spoke, voice soft with arousal as he loosened his hold on your legs. You were reluctant, unsure what Getou was planning, but you complied either way, shuffling around until you were flipped to face the opposite wall of your bedroom. "Watch me," Getou instructed, your eyes fixated on his body lying flat against the bed. You stilled yourself as you watched his arm, making its way down to the bulge that you'd failed to notice until now.

Getou grinned at how you throbbed when he pulled his boxers down, sighing loudly with relief as he brushed his finger over his leaking tip, smearing pre cum over it while starting to pull your hips down towards his face. "See that? Look at how hard I am, all for your pussy." He whispered, making you shiver at how you could feel the vibration of his voice dancing along your skin, your back arched as you leaned your stomach down onto his neck, to avoid smothering his face with your butt.

"Fuck..." He murmured, pinching his thumb and pointer finger down onto his tip before thrusting his hand down, sticking his tongue out to gingerly lick at your exposed pussy. You squeaked in surprise, Getou taking the opportunity and shoving you down onto his face. You whimpered at the base moan that he let out, the hand wrapped around his cock quickly stroking it up and down while he messily started to eat you out.

You made a broken moan of his name as your hips were shoved back and forth across his face, eyes locked on how desperately he fucked into his fist at your taste. You spread your thighs open more so his tongue could get deeper inside you, gasping when it curled up against your slit and massaged your clit with the back of his tongue. You clenched down around nothing from the constant and intense stimulation, whimpering and moaning and crying out shamelessly as Getou's tongue lapped at your cunt.

His husky grunts and shuddering groans vibrated deliciously against you, making you ache with how turned on you were getting from all this. Anytime you tried pulling your hips up, his hand pushed down harder to keep you in place, your upper half bowing down in pleasure as the fast, slick sounds of Getou getting himself off fell in tandem with your moans.

⋆｡˚ ♡ Choso: tells you how much he loves your pussy while he eats

With a pillow underneath you, almost like Choso is serving you on a platter, your thighs are wrapped snuggly around Choso's neck.

You weren't able to hide your apprehension long, with how Choso was always looking up at you between your legs as his mouth made its way up your inner thighs. He noticed immediately how you seemed to want to look anywhere but where he was, peaking his head up and calling your name in concern.

Meeting his eyes made you relax, if only by a little bit, as you hesitantly asked Choso why he was doing this for you. Your question, when it managed to reach his ears, left Choso close to baffled. He could think of nothing else he should be doing for you, with how willingly you've taught him about pleasing you.

"I love you," Choso spoke, his voice full of certainty as he looked up at you. You blushed at his words, not expecting such a heartfelt statement as a response. "I'm in love with you. Of course, I'm gonna do this." He stated as if it was something so obvious he didn't need to point it out. "I...I love you too, but, are you sure you're gonna like it?" You asked again, feeling the words get stuck in your throat at the hungry way Choso was eyeing your cunt.

You gasped as Choso dived back down, nestling himself comfortably between your thighs, his hot breath passing up your cunt and making you shiver from how exposed you felt. "I love how good you look..." He breathed out, pressing sloppy kisses to your cunt while messily licking up any wetness clinging to your lips. You mewled into your hand as he continued. "Love how good you taste," Choso spoke, sounding like every second spent with his lips not on your cunt was a waste of his time.

The hand that once was covering your mouth now shot down to bury into Choso's hair, fingers curling around the dark strands as he let his eyes close in bliss from the taste of your pussy. "You're so good, looks so pretty down here," Choso mumbled, paying no mind to the harsh grip of your fingers in his hair as he put sloppy kiss after kiss against every part of your cunt. "Wanna make you feel good, I love this so much" The constant praise with the desperate sucks and grinds down into your opening made you moan helplessly, humping down into Choso's mouth and being met with his own grunts and whines of need.

"So good, so pretty, tastes so perfect," he chanted, his tongue curling to lick up every ounce of wetness that leaked out of you. More muffled moans of your name were heard as Choso buried himself into your sopping wet cunt, his thick tongue finding its way inside you and making you cry out loudly. "Give it t' me, please honey, I need it-" Choso begged into you, shaking his head as his nose harshly rubbed against your clit. Your voice was cutting itself off from how intense the pleasure Choso gave you was, tossing your head from side to side as you took everything Choso selflessly gave to you.

⋆｡˚ ♡ Nanami: gives your thighs a massage to relax you, slowly kissing upwards until his mouth is above your cunt

He has you face down, ass up against the comforter of your bed, spreading apart the fat of your thigh enough to get to your pussy.

He had thought this position would make it easier on you for your first time, with the lack of eye contact. But, he could still feel how stiff your body was under his touch, gasps of shock rather than pleasure leaving your lips whenever he let his fingers travel too close to your cunt.

Nanami's low voice cut through the tense silence surrounding you, your head whipping around to face him. You could feel how his hands were wrapped around the point between your ass and your thighs, not spread open anymore as you nervously glanced away. Nanami seemed to understand you without any words being said, gently pulling your knees apart before speaking.

"Relax for me, dear, there's nothing to worry about." He reassured, his gruff and low voice full of tenderness as he spoke to you. After watching your back smoothen out from the arch it was in, Nanami gently squeezed your thighs, working his thumbs in a downward motion to ease any tension that had built up in your body. Your head came up as Nanami placed a kiss on your lower back, your hips moving back against him slightly.

Nanami's hands seemed to work into your thigh with practiced ease, the slow, chaste kisses being planted across your lower back while his hands inched their way up your thigh to grope at your ass making you breathe shakily. You made a sound of surprise when you felt him push your cheeks apart, the warmth of his hands staying against your ass while your cunt was exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. "There she is..." Nanami's voice sent chills up from the base of your spine, the vibration of his voice making you squirm in his grip.

"I'm gonna use my tongue, is that ok, dear?" The curtness of his words sent a spike of arousal straight towards your pussy, forcing out a small 'mhm' before attempting to keep your body relaxed and pliant. "Ohh-" you let out, eyes shooting open as Nanami ran his tongue down your slit, taking his time to taste every inch of you before flicking his tongue across your puffy clit. Your eyelids fluttered as you pressed your hips back against his tongue, whining out when he pulled back from your wetness.

You only got a small kiss on your opening before he let his mouth roam back up, resting on your lower back and making small love bites against it. "Did that feel good, beautiful?" He asked, smiling against your skin when you shuffled against his body in response, a noise of complaint being muffled by the pillow underneath you. His middle finger slowly came to rest above your pussy, lifting up the hood of your clit while his ring finger made feather-light strokes against it. "Good, good.. we're gonna take our time tonight, understand?" He asked, stopping his hand until he got another needy 'mhm' from you. "Good girl."

⋆｡˚ ♡ Toji: makes you cum until you can't focus on being insecure

He's in the middle of tugging your panties off, kneeling between your legs while they're propped up on his shoulders.

When you quickly sat up and held his arm after he swiped your panties out under your foot, he was swift to stop and ask what was wrong. From seeing the fear in your eyes, he could almost think there was a monster in the room with you two, however silly that thought was. So you could imagine his initial confusion when you timidly asked if he really wanted to do this with you.

"Do I really wanna do this with you, huh?" He asked back, leaning his body weight down onto you as he stared into your unsure eyes with his own. "Am I sure I wanna eat your pussy? Make you get my face all messy with your cum? Is that what you're asking me?" His brash wording was making you get at a loss for words, staring up wide-eyed at him as he scoffed at his own questions.

Before you could backtrack on what you'd said, your body was suddenly effortlessly lifted up, your core now a hair's width from Toji's wide mouth. "I'll show you how much I want this, don't worry," was the only warning you'd gotten before he latched his lips down around your clit, sucking on it harshly while his hands were holding your legs spread open, knees resting on his shoulders as you let out loud moans from the rush of pleasure going through your body.

"T-Toji, ohmygod, please!-" you cried, your voice getting cut off by him pushing his mouth deeper onto your cunt, loud, obscene slurping being heard as he moved his tongue around, curling it just underneath your clit. His deep grunts sent vibrations through you, hips bucking up against his fat tongue as he inched it down inside of you. Moans and cries felt like they were being punched out of you from how Toji's mouth was pulling you apart at the seams, head shaking against your cunt as his nose ground down right above your clit.

The wet sounds of Toji eating your pussy mixed with your shaky and loud moaning made for an obscene ambiance of the bedroom, making your ears feel hot with embarrassment while Toji continued pulling whimpers and begs from your lips. "Tell me how good this feels, baby," He groaned, running his hot tongue up your cunt as you tried your best to obey his request. "F-fuckme, it feels so good To-ji, right there, yesyesyes," you mewled out, hands clambering around you to grab desperately at the sheets beneath you.

"Yeah, that's right, keep it up pretty girl. 'M not stopping anytime soon," Toji's smile held a sharp edge to it as he continued to shove his tongue against your sensitive pussy, holding your trembling thighs still as he thoroughly ate you out.

⋆｡˚ ♡ Sukuna: “shut up and lemme eat” Spreads you open and tells you everything hes gonna do to your pussy until youre begging him to touch you

Makes you hold your legs up to your chest while he's running his thumb up and down your slit

Sukuna bursts out laughing when you start to shy away at his touch, your voice hesitant when you speak about your worries. You're *nervous*? You had the King of Curses himself, between your legs, and you were nervous about him not liking this? The concept of that claim made him laugh until you looked away in embarrassment, face red.

He tsked at you, his thumbs coming to either lip of your pussy and pulling them apart. "Nah, don't look away from me," he spoke, his tone leaving no room for negotiation as you quickly looked back down at him. You whined at the feeling of being so exposed, lips pressing together at how close his mouth was to your cunt while he spoke to you.

That smile crossing Sukuna's face was enough to tell you that he had gotten an idea, one that would make you regret speaking out your concerns. "Yeah, you're right, maybe I'm not ready to eat you out yet." His eyes glimmered with joy at how your face morphed from confusion to upset in the blink of an eye. Before you could sputter out any apologies, he leaned closer toward you, keeping his eyes on yours before continuing. "I was gonna make you ruin your sheets too, what a shame you can't handle that."

You swallowed down a whimper at the visual your brain gave you at his words, watching him place his forearms onto the back of your thighs as he continued speaking. "I bet you'd be screaming my name too, I'd be fucking my tongue into you until you couldn't take it anymore." You couldn't hide the breathy moan that left your lips as the gears in your head turned, realizing what Sukuna had in mind. "Sukuna-" Your protests were cut off by the way his fingers crept closer towards your opening, waiting with bated breath on what he'd do next.

"Oh no, I understand, not all girls can handle it. You probably wouldn't want to get tongue fucked all night for your first time, right? And my fingers stroking your lil clit would be so much for you, too, we can't have that." Sukuna didn't stop with his barrage of dirty comments, his gravelly voice right above your pussy sending waves of arousal through you. You could practically feel everything he was describing, a surprised moan coming out when the tip of his thumb pushed against the soaked ring of your hole.

"So tight, too, you'd feel any little move I'd make. I bet you'd still feel tight even after I made you cream on my tongue, wouldn't you?" You moaned pitifully as the barest hint of stimulation was taken away, Sukuna's fingers returning to holding your lips open. "It's a good thing you stopped me before I started, thanks for warning me." The mocking sincerity of his tone made you throw your head back in frustration, whining out a plea as he looked up at you confusedly.

"What's the matter?" You weakly glared down at him, stifling another whimper as you throbbed yet again, pressure building up inside your core and making you ache desperately. "Aww, poor thing, you're so needy for me already. I bet it'd feel so much better if I touched you, yeah?" He asked, tongue lolling out in front of your cunt and making you whine hopelessly as you tried to grind your hips against it. A thin drop of saliva started to form at the tip of Sukuna's tongue, gathering and threatening to drip down onto your aching pussy before he slid it back inside his mouth.

"Ah ah, no whining, you chose this. Now, lemme tell you everything else I'm gonna do, won't you?" He chastised, feeling restlessness settle in your belly as you grumbled in defeat.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk fanfiction #gojo x reader #choso x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #geto x reader #choso kamo #geto suguru #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro #ryomen sukuna #nanami kento

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piplupod · 1 year

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becoming more and more apparent to me that i am well and truly fucked so. that's cool. doing great

#i cannot catch up on schoolwork lmao i cannot make myself work any faster than my admittedly slow pace #so like. i cannot catch up. im going to fucking fail out of this program lmao #maybe its for the best idk maybe it'll lower everyones expectations of me and they can see how fucking useless i actually am #i cant even keep up with this shitty course that shouldn't be this difficult #im just so incredibly stupid and useless. im tired. im too tired!!#i hate that i isolated myself away from a good portion of my social group too bc i was scared I'd have a blowup in there #i dont want to freak ppl out fhfkdl and i dont trust me or the others in this head #im trying to just get my shit together before i go slinking back but my shit is not coming together fjfkld its only falling apart more #idk what to do anymore dhdksl i am behind on literally everything rn #schoolwork and cleaning and dishes and keeping myself fed and letting myself rest and DMs and creative projects #the only thing im keeping up with somehow is my medication refills which i NEVER keep up with so idk what's up with that fhdksl #anyways self pity post lmao wah wah my life is so hard and i want to kill myself like always boohoo sorry for doing this every fucking day #i am just so... idk. no words for how much i loathe myself and my situation rn #i dont know how much longer i can keep doing all this shit fhfkdl im so constantly distressed #pippen needs 2nd breakfast #suicide mention

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lovverletters · 1 month

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ILLUSION˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

❝IN WHICH ㅡ Your husband seems to have change for the better. Although is it really him? Or somebody else masquerading as your husband ❞

A/N : Unofficial comeback hihi !! I made this in 3 hours please don't judge my word vomit

T/W : bad relationship, mentioned of murder, not edited, yandere theme, twist at the end

«────── « ⋅ʚ💌ɞ⋅ » ──────»

[name] sighed for ninth time of the day, everything is going horribly for them.

Early this morning, they had accidentally burnt the breakfast they were cooking for you and their husband, Mauve. He did not take kindly to it and yelled at them before leaving for his work.

It only worsen as they had forgotten their lunch and had to work on an empty stomach while their less than pleasant boss chewed them up for their failing performances.

Then, their car broke down and had to be towed away while they went home on a cab with the world most unpleasant driver ever.

It felt as if the world was against them. Pinning them against the corner like a bully demanding for their lunch money.

Now, they sat at the dinner table staring at the food that's slowly growing colder as they waited for Mauve to come home. As the clock struck 10 and their husband was still not home, [name] sighed once more before cleaning up the table.

Despite their very best effort to avoid addressing the glaring issue of their crumbling marriage, [name] couldn't ignore it anymore.

Mauve and them hardly resembled a married couple, they don't spend time with each other due to clashing schedule and even if they were free, they'd much rather be alone than with each other. The two of them would bicker and argue over unnecessary stuff, don't even mention being physically intimate with each other. They're practically practicing abstinence.

[name] has been the only party making effort to keep the relationship going but Mauve was not doing the same.

It is clear as day that the spark and love they have had simply dried up.

" I should just divorce him at this point .. " [name] muttered before falling into a deep slumber.

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The next morning, they awoke to a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. [name] sat up in surprise at the smell and walking to the source of the wonderful aroma.

To their surprise for the second time, they sees Mauve flipping pancakes in his suit and ties. Upon hearing their approaching footsteps, Mauve turned over and greetes them with a smile.

" Good morning honeybun, I made pancakes for breakfast. Come take a seat " He plated the freshly made pancakes and placing it on the table.

Huh? Honeybun? Where did that come from?

[name] were puzzled at Mauve's odd behaviour. He glanced at them worriedly when he realised they had not yet taken a seat and had been standing at the doorway with a gaping mouth.

" What's wrong honeybun? Why are you standing there like you've seen a ghost " Mauve placed a gentle hand on their shoulder.

" Whㅡ what's the special occasion, Mauve? " they dumbly said.

" Hm? Don't I always makes us breakfast everyday? " He said, albeit a bit confused.

[name] blinked. Once. Twice.

" No? I'd always do the cooking " They replied with an equally confused face.

Mauve went silent before rubbing the back of his neck nervously with a sheepish smile.

" Ah, I don't? I was just messing with you honeybun~ "

They squinted their eyes at their ' husband ', feeling suspicious of his change of behaviour. Just yesterday he was yelling at them for burning his toast and today he's done a complete 180.

" You don't usually call me petnames either. What is up with you today? " They sat down on the chair and begun cutting up the pancakes.

Mauve closed his mouth once again and stayed silent, [name] could almost hear the cogwheels in his brain turning to form a response. After a while, he finally spoke with a deep sigh.

" Look. [name], baby. I've realised all these years I've been a dick to you and not treating your right " His voice quivered.

" Yesterday, I had an epiphany of sort and I don't want to lose someone as amazing as you, [name]. Will you give me a second chance in loving you? " He held their hand in a gentle grasp, his eyes reflecting his sincerity.

[name] was at a loss for word. They genuinely didn't expect to hear that from their husband. They were ashamed of the tiny flame that sparked within them at his words.

They were conflicted, however after contemplating for some time in their head. They finally made up their mind. [name] placed their own hand atop of Mauve's and gave him a gentle smile.

" I honestly don't know what happened to you yesterday but .. I'm willing to give us a second try to make it work " They said softly.

A grin broke out on Mauve's faceㅡ something they had not seen in years. He then pull them into an embrace and littered kisses all over their faces.

" Thank you, baby. Thank you so much " He happiky hummed onto their skin.

[name] couldn't help but grew flustered at his onslaught of affection. They were not used to it but it wasn't unwelcomed. They slowly reciprocated Mauve's hug and buried their face onto his shoulder.

Finally, something's going right for them.

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He almost felt bad for fooling [name] on thinking that their pathetic excuse of a husband could ever change.

For someone as successful as Mauve was, he is incredibly stupid for neglecting the most amazing spouse a person could ever wish for. Honestly, he felt his blood boils seeing [name]'s astonished reaction to him performing simple husbandry dutiesㅡ it shows that the bastard never treats his spouse right.

It disgust him greatly to be Mauve's döppleganger, to share the same likeness as him. But without it, he wouldn't be able to intervene and replaces him.

Nonetheless, he'd already removed Mauve's out of the picture. If there's one thing he doesn't regret is watching the light slowly dimmed from Mauve's eyes as he kills him.

Now, he shall fulfill his position as [name]'s husband, 'Mauve'.

THE END˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

#tw: yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #gender neutral reader #yandere male #yandere headcanons

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maxtermind · 2 months

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if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow

★ : summary :: when they lose a race ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: hurt/comfort; angst; fluff ★ : word count :: 2.7k

Max Verstappen

Max had never felt so distant from you. He had the win in his bag, he started good and was going to give it his all but was forced to retire due to a sudden engine failure while leading the race.

He was rightfully disheartened. The post-race meeting only added to his frustration as blame was thrown around instead of taking responsibility. It only got worse when he walked out of it with a, ‘This is such a waste of time.’

As he ranted in the car, his anger palpable, you listened silently, and caressed his hand when, had gotten a call from his dad.

“Just let it ring,” you whispered from the passenger seat. Your attempt was futile though before he picked up the call and put it on bluetooth in his ear.

You waited until you reached home before discreetly ending the call, giving Max a moment to compose himself. He didn’t let you hear anything but as he sat in his seat, rubbing his face to get rid of his emotions, you knew the conversation had affected him deeply.

Opening his car door, you pulled him out using his hand before getting home before you both took a shower in silence, allowing Max the space to process. It wasn't until you were tucked under the covers, clean and warm, that he finally spoke.

"I just hate feeling like I let everyone down," Max confessed, his voice heavy with guilt.

"You didn't let anyone down, Max,” you reassured him, kissing the top of his hand. “You gave it your all out there.”

"I still feel like I'm constantly disappointing everyone," Max muttered, his voice thick with frustration.

"You're not a disappointment, Max. You're a phenomenal driver, and sometimes things just don't go our way.”

"It's hard to believe that sometimes," Max admitted, his gaze distant and you realized what exactly he was thinking about right now.

"Your dad's words don't define you, Max. You're so much more than that," you said firmly, refusing to let him internalize the negativity.

"It's just… I've always looked up to him, you know? His opinion matters," Max confessed, his tone tinged with sadness.

"But you're your own person, Max. And you're incredible in your own right," you reminded him, squeezing his hand gently.

"I know, but… it still hurts," Max admitted, his shoulders slumping with the weight of it all.

"I wish I could shield you from all of this," you murmured, feeling a pang of helplessness. Your boyfriend nodded softly, looking so so so small that it was physically hurting you to even keep looking at him, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within.

"Hey, look at me," you said, gently tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "You are loved, Max. Don't ever forget that." "Thanks, Y/N. I needed to hear that," Max replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Anytime, Max. I'm here for you, through the highs and the lows," you said earnestly, offering him a comforting embrace.

He looked conflicted for a second and you were sure whatever he was about to say was going to officially break your heart into two. Max's voice was barely above a whisper when he admitted it, his expression pained,"It's just… seeing them celebrate my failure, it stings."

"I know it's tough seeing those celebrations, Max, but remember, those people celebrating are just haters who can't accept that someone is doing better than them," you said firmly, trying to inject some perspective into the situation. "Their joy comes from a place of envy, not genuine happiness. Don't let their negativity dampen your spirit."

"I hope you're right," Max said, his voice tinged with doubt. "Thanks for always being there, babe. I don't know what I'd do without you," Max said sincerely, his eyes reflecting gratitude.

"You'll never have to find out, Max. I'll always be by your side.”

Lewis Hamilton

Your heart dropped the moment you saw the tire puncture Lewis’ car in the second last lap of the race. His frustration and curses echoed through the headphones, reaching you with a painful clarity.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! This is all so shit!” Lewis’s distorted voice cried through the radio. “I was so fucking close!”

As much as it hurt you to listen to this, you decided to keep your emotions at bay so you could handle your boyfriend’s better. Silently making your way through the people in the paddock to the back.

The chaos and disappointment from everyone forcing your chest to hurt a little. The only thought in your mind was how Lewis was probably feeling much much worse than you right now.

You heard his car before you saw him, and when you did, the defeat etched on his face made you want to cry. Lewis seemed drained and defeated, devoid of the usual fire.

“Baby?” You called, catching his attention. He nodded at someone before making his way towards you. Pulling you into a less crowded area before wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

"I don’t think I can face the interviews and media circus after this," he confessed, his breath warm against your neck.

"Should I go get the getaway car ready?" You joked, delighted to hear a small huff from his mouth.

“Can’t really leave before that though,” Lewis replied. “I’m beat, just wish it wasn’t this close to winning.”

Realizing he needed encouragement, you took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"Lewis, it's incredibly tough luck to have a tire blowout so close to the finish line, especially when you were leading so strongly," you said, feeling his grip tighten around you. "But these moments, they test your resilience and determination."

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing a fraction as you continued to rub his back.

"I know it's hard, Lewis, but remember, every setback is just a setup for a comeback," you whispered soothingly.

"I just had my heart set on this win," he murmured, disappointment evident in his voice.

"I know, love, but sometimes things don't go as planned," you replied, offering a comforting squeeze.

"It's like the universe has it out for me today," Lewis said with a bitter chuckle.

"Maybe it's just testing how badly you want it," you suggested optimistically. "Well, it's certainly made its point," he said, a hint of bitterness lingering.

You were about to speak again when he interrupted.

"I just wish it had been enough."

"It will be next time," you said confidently, refusing to let him dwell on the defeat.

"I hope you're right," Lewis said, a hint of determination creeping back into his voice. "Thanks for always believing in me.”

"Always, Lewis. That's what lovers are for," you said, smiling warmly at him, admiring his eyes that had some of their shine back intact.

Carlos Sainz

The relief you felt when Carlos walked out of the safety car before making his way towards you was indescribable. From the moment his car collided with another due to a racing incident until now, with his arms around your shoulders, you hadn't taken a single calm breath.

It was probably less brutal than what was shown on the screen, given that it happened so fast that none of the drivers had even processed what was happening. Still the incident had left you with a knot of dread in your stomach.

Carlos was okay, you repeated to yourself, but it didn't quell the pounding of your heart or the trembling of your hands. You were trying to stay composed but it was really hard while your boyfriend talked to someone from the team, frustrated that he had to retire so soon.

"Hey, at least you're still in one piece," you pointed out, trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation but it sounded dry and that was when Carlos took a good look at you, his gaze sharpening as he realized how shaken you were. "Babe, are you alright?" Carlos asked, his concern evident in his voice as he reached out to touch your trembling hand.

"I'm fine, just a bit shaken," you admitted, forcing a shaky smile as you tried really hard to stay in the present and not let your brain run rampant.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that," Carlos said, his eyes filled with regret as he pulled you into a comforting embrace. Knowing that he would’ve been the same if it was the other way around.

"I promise I'll be more careful out there," Carlos vowed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm just glad you're okay," you whispered, burying your face in his chest as you finally allowed yourself to let go of the tension you had been holding.

"It's not your fault, Carlos. These things happen in racing-”

"I know, but I hate putting you through this," Carlos said, his voice filled with remorse. "Let's forget about the race for now, okay? We'll focus on us."

"That sounds perfect," you agreed, feeling a sense of peace wash over you as you leaned into his warmth, longing to put the ordeal behind you.

"I love you so much," Carlos said earnestly, his eyes filled with love as he looked at you. Hands holding you tight against him, grounding you so you could understand that he was real and wasn’t going anywhere.

"Let's get out of here and grab some dinner, just the two of us," Carlos proposed, eager to shift your focus away from the day's events as he led you towards the exit. Mentally making a list of things he would tell you to take your mind off of what happened today.

Charles Leclerc

You found yourself seething almost as much as Charles after yet another podium slipped away due to a messed up pit stop. It lasted more than a fucking forever at such a pivotal moment in the race.

It really made you wonder whether his team was even working with him or deliberately against him to make sure that neither of them could score more points. He had opted to stay silent, shutting out the media and team meetings, and unfortunately, that meant withdrawing from you too.

“Charles?” You asked after giving him ample time to process the race in the sitting room all alone like he requested.

He simply hummed before taking a sip of whatever his glass held before you carefully took it from his hand and put it on the table. Crawling into his lap to make sure he knew he could lean on you.

"This isn't the solution," you whispered, pointing to yourself. "Talk to me. Mid-life crises are lighter when shared."

“I don’t think I have the brain to make a correct decision ever.”

"Hey, don't say that," you said firmly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of concern and determination. "You're one of the most talented drivers out there, Charles. One pit stop mishap doesn't change that," you assured, brushing a stray hair from his face.

"But it keeps happening, Y/N," Charles replied, his voice heavy with frustration. "I know, love, and it's unfair. But you can't let it define you," you said, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"I understand how frustrating it is, Charles," you said, your voice soft but determined. "But dwelling on what went wrong won't change anything."

"What do you suggest, then?" Charles asked, a hint of desperation in his tone. "Let's analyze what happened today. Break it down step by step," you suggested, gently guiding him to a more constructive approach. "Let's start with the pit stop. What went wrong there?" you prompted, encouraging him to identify the specific issues.

"It was a miscommunication between the crew members," Charles recalled, his brow furrowing with concentration.

"Okay, so how can we prevent that from happening in the future?"

"Maybe we need to implement clearer communication protocols," Charles suggested, a spark of hope flickering in his eyes.

"That sounds like a solid plan. Let's discuss it with your team tomorrow," you said, nodding in agreement.

"But what if they don't listen to me?" Charles wondered, his confidence wavering.

"You're their driver, Charles. Your input is invaluable. They'll listen," you assured him, offering a reassuring smile.

"I feel a bit better now," Charles admitted, a hint of relief in his tone. “I was just so lost, I should've talked to you a bit sooner.” Your boyfriend whispered before leaning down and dropping a soft lingering kiss on your lips, conveying what words couldn't. "I'm lucky to have you, Y/N."

"And I'm lucky to have you, Charles. We make a great team," you replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Lando Norris

The usual smile was off of Lando’s face. He faced an unavoidable collision with another car in the chaotic start of the race, resulting in damage to his car and an early retirement. Though he tried to maintain a facade of normalcy, the tension in his jaw and the sharpness in his gaze betrayed his true emotions.

Lando typically a laid back playful guy who was always joking around, had retreated into himself on this dismal day, with even the reporters giving him a wide berth. No one has seen him this dejected before and it was killing you.

However, as soon as the race concluded, it was clear why he was keeping up appearances. Lando pecked your cheek and told you to stay put before following the rookie who had collided with his car.

Alarm bells rang in your head and you were right behind him, stopping him using his shoulder.

“Babe, maybe it's best to cool down before confronting him.” You saw him sigh and open his mouth to retort but you were quicker. “Walk with me.”

You understood him obviously, knowing that the incident was beyond his control and shattered his hopes for a strong finish.

"I can't just let it slide, Y/N," Lando said, his voice tight with frustration as he glanced back towards the rookie's garage.

“I understand, Lando, but lashing out won't change anything," you said gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm, relieved when he finally started walking away.

"I just feel so helpless," Lando admitted, his shoulders slumping with defeat.

"You're not helpless, Lando. You're just taking a moment to process everything," you reassured him, placing a gentle kiss against his lips.

"It's just hard to stay positive when everything feels like it's falling apart," Lando confessed, his usual optimism dimmed by disappointment. "I just hate feeling like I'm at the mercy of circumstances.”

"I know, love. But remember, you're not alone in this. We'll figure it out together," you assured him, intertwining your fingers with his. “You, me and the team. He’s going to face penalties anyway.”

"I just wish I could turn back time and avoid that collision," He sighed, letting you drag him to a park nearby for a walk.

"I understand, love. But dwelling on what could have been won't change the present. Let's focus on what we can do now," you suggested, leading him away from the chaos of the race track.

"But what if this affects my standings in the championship?" He wondered aloud, his brow furrowing with worry, a pout evident on his face.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, babe. Right now, let's focus on taking care of you," you said, your voice filled with determination. "Let's just take this walk and clear our heads, okay? If you still want to talk to him later, I’ll support you."

He was extremely grateful that you pulled him away at the time because not even an hour later, the rookie approached Lando and apologized for his mistake.

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