#but it turns out they’re just scummy >_<

[merakiui]

giving keys to the trio who would absolutely use it as an opportunity to come and go at their leisure, especially when it’s most inconvenient. only riddle can be reliable and trustworthy enough to not abuse the honor of having a spare key.

[xazse]

new to your account but I've been reading you works ALL DAY. Can I req a wanderer/scaramouche x fem reader fic, reader was being attacked by hillicurls in the rain, scaramouche helps reader and let's you into the tent hes staying in.. because rain lol. Anyways he's h0rny and expecting repayment for saving you. He's very rough w reader lol. Sorry if this sounds stupid, I've never made a req before.

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Synopsis: When you’re saved by a man in inazuma attire you can’t help but be interested in his offer.

Notes: THANK YOU FOR BINGEING MY WORKS IT MEANS A LOT!! Also it’s not stupid at all you explained it perfectly! I HOPE YOU ENJOY<33 plus I decided to turn this into a little ficlet it’s such a good prompt thank ya.

Pairings: Scaramouche x Fem!reader

Warnings: Scummy!Scaramouche + bargains + smut + armlocking + female reader

Slimy, that’s exactly how you feel right now, these damn hillicurls have been following you for god knows how long. You’d thought the rain would’ve rid them of your scent but they’re extremely president, especially the Mitachurl.

You could easily take them down but not when they’re in a group like that, something’s making them group together in larger packs than before.

All you can do is run as fast as you can through this thick mud while they gain on you., you’re such an idiot for taking this request from the guild, they even warned you but you just had to be cock. You’re so deep in thought that you don’t see it: a hole in the ground, you’re tripping and falling stomach down onto the ground. The monsters run with this opportunity and you’re being pulled by your ankle into the air.

Quickly taking out your pole-arm from it’s confines, you strike the arm that grabbed you, the monster wretches in pain and drops you flat on your ass but that makes space for the others to start tearing at you it’s not before you see a bloom of air that the monsters suddenly aren’t in front of you anymore?

Looking to where it came from you see a man looking in your direction with the utmost disappointment and disgust on his face.

“You couldn’t handle a couple of lackeys? Why were you bestowed a vision then?”

“It’s kinda hard when it’s a group of them.” You deadpan

“Am I sensing attitude? From your savior at that.” He continues “I didn’t have to come to your screams, I could’ve let you die.”

“Screams? Whom?” You glance down at your body, you’re extremely dirty and the rain is only getting heavier.

“Thank you though, I appreciate the help.”

You stand carefully as much as the slippery ground will allow you.

He watches as you make your way to wherever, you only get five steps away before slipping on your ass. You’re being picked up by your armpits: such a small man has the strength to lift you like you weigh nothing?

“You can come to my little hideout, it’s dry and I can provide you with other clothing” he doesn’t allow you to answer, he’s already slinging your arm around his shoulder and taking you. You can only whisper another thank you.

As he takes you, you’re quick to see how pretty he is, there’s no imperfections in his face, it’s as smooth and pale as the day he was born most likely.

He looks at you, caught staring at him you quickly snap forward. He scoffs.

His tent is pretty spacious definitely fits holding up to three people, it feels much better to be in a warmer place than the cold hard rain. You realize after a few minutes inside that your clothes are sticking to you, you want out so badly.

“Could I have those clothes you mentioned?”

He raises his brow, dick.

“Please.”

“Of course you can.” There’s a smug smile on his face whilst he says that, he rummages around in a chest before throwing a large shirt your way and some equally big pants, you won’t ask why he has clothing that doesn’t look like it fits him.

You’re about to lift up your shirt before you realize that this is a man, a man you don’t know no less, he’s staring at you with a bored expression.

He meets your eye and gets the memo to turn around.

At least he’s respectful.

You lift the soggy shirt over your head, it hits the ground with a splat. Your bra is soaked as well, as much as you’d like to keep it on it has to come off, you reach around and to unclip it at least you try to, finding that it doesn’t budge. A few more frustrating attempts you cave and ask the man.

“Hey, uhm-“

“Scaramouche.”

“Scaramouche- could you help me for a moment?” You give him your permission to look and he makes his way over to a kneeling you. He seems confused but you guide him to unlock the tricky thing and with that it comes off, you catch your boobs and cover yourself.

Scaramouche thinks you have a nice back, and he liked helping you with that little bit. He doesn’t engage in conversation with women expect for the lumine woman, this is rare.

He also feels weird, weirdly uncomfortable, glancing down he can see he’s actually fully hard. Curse these male bodies and their weird maley functions. Why is something as small as this making his pants tighter and his cock throb. He thinks a little more, why does he feel uncomfortable in fact he feels owed?

You do someone a favor aren’t they supposed to do one for you as well? That’s how human customs are as far as he’s concerned. He’s now sometimes glancing at you: you’re working to get your pants off.

“I can feel your stare, what?” You question while looking at him in your panties at least they didn’t get wet.

“mm, nothing important, seeing as how you were in that type of weather you were doing some kind of mission? Request? So I’m gonna put two and two together and say you don’t have any mora on you.”

He continues

“There’s no possible way for you to pay me money wise-“

You interrupt him: “you didn’t save me out of the kindness of your own heart?”

“What- no? Of course not” he chuckles at that inquiry.

“Okayyy… what is it that you want?”

He doesn’t even have to say it, his eyes are already roaming your body.

“I’ve always been curious about you women and how you work.” he removes his hat and relaxes his body a little on the futon.

You women? He talks funny but besides that is he expecting you to give him your body? Having sex with a stranger isn’t on your bingo card.

But you also like being dealt wild cards, he isn’t ugly by any means. Your eyes slide to where he’s relaxed and see he isn’t afraid to hide how hard he is, heat rises within in your body: he’s hard because of you.

When the words “yes” had came out of your mouth he was fast to pin you down, using his rough grip to have you face down and ass up.

His hands are clumsy but that’s because he’s so eager to see all of you on display, when he’s face to face with your cunt he loses all body function, he’s quiet as he pokes and prods at your wetfolds, he’s so amazed that every time he licks his fingers clean that dipping right back in your wet hole produces even more slick.

He loves this, he takes his cock out of its tight confines. It’s leaking and a cute pink color. He doesn’t let you admire it for long, he needs to be buried in you immediately and that he does.

He lines his weeping tip up with your hole, the stretch of him is uncomfortable but definitely not unwarranted.

A screamish moan slips from your lips, he slammed his entire cock right to the hilt and holds himself there.

“Feels- oh..” he locks your arms behind your back, then you feel his cock leaving your sensitive walls just to feel him slam down inside you all over again. He fucking dies for the view, your pretty ass is bouncing right off his abdomen like it’s stuck in a loop.

“Ah..fuck- please slow-“ it’s so hard to talk coherently, it’s also getting hard for you to think.

As fast as he’s going your nipples are following, you know they’re gonna be incredibly sensitive to the touch, but it feels so good in the moment, that paired with his cock moving alongside your gummy walls is a killer combo. You’re being used like a mere sex toy.

You don’t comprehend that you’re convulsing and squeezing his cock, it’s not until he moans and laughs at how fast he’s made you cum that you realize.

For his first time too? He’s swooning and already praising himself.

You grip the tent floor in an effort to get away from the overstimulation but he’s pulling you right back on his thick cock.

Scaramouche is infatuated, his balls are heavy and dripping with your slick, you’ve got the audacity to run from him? He’s loving your pussy and you want to deny him of it? He just can’t have that!

He’s gonna milk you dry and after he’s done with that he’s gonna make sure to take care of himself.

[lilies-n-slander]

Hazbin Hotel would be so much more interesting if charlie’s naïveté and surface-level kindness were treated as the actual flaws they are and didn’t work. Heads up, this kinda just turned into a text wall of charlie neg and ranting so don’t read if you don’t want to see that.

How she currently is, she just doesn’t make that much sense in the setting. I’ve seen ppl say that charlie is a fresh take and contrasts the edginess, but I just don’t see how she is possible. You’re telling me she’s been in hell for 200 yrs but still has this childish and naive personality, is still disgusted by the sinners being cannibalistic, violent, and even just horny, and is so detached from those she calls “her people”? She was born in hell, shouldn’t that make her more used to the sinners’ depravity and not less? She doesn’t seem to have a good grasp on what the sinners want or how they behave. It would make more sense if the show leaned into the toxic positivity white savior nepo baby angle (or rather, actually portrayed it as a *bad* thing) and rather than naïveté, her ignorance was out of self-centeredness and/or lack of true empathy for the other sinners. She would be more interesting as a character too imo.

She looks down on the other sinners (and honestly so does the show?? When she’s showing lucifer around and introduces him to her friends, they’re framed as unappealing as a joke… these are the characters the audience is also supposed to care about.. and many of the bg chars, such as the cannibal town residents, are portrayed as simple-minded brutes), there’s a lot of condescending “….ooookay” type of lines and she constantly has to think of nice ways to frame the clearly negative things she thinks about others. So why does she want to save them so much? The more reasonable explanation is a sense of white savior-ness than actually caring about them.

She’s eager to excuse whatever sir pentious did (which I’m assuming she doesn’t know?) and let him in, despite how he makes the other residents (including her own gf!) uncomfortable. And yes I say excuse, because she never inquires about his past sins or discussed him repenting. It seems to start with sorry, but also end with sorry too. This could’ve been made interesting if she simultaneously looked down on but also excused all sorts of heinous acts. Like val is the most openly manipulative and scummy character, he licks her arm, and yet she’s still apologetic about ruining things (Side note, if she’s genuinely apologetic, then she’s actually an idiot because why is she talking to the boom-mic employee *while they’re filming???*).

She doesn’t know what she’s doing and has no concrete plan but gets incredulous at ppl who don’t blindly trust her. Angel has to leave in ep 4 and she gets SO frustrated over it, like you seriously expect everyone to drop all of their other commitments for you? She has her webster definition notecards for the meeting with heaven and has to improvise and rely on angel being good at the club but she gets mad that lucifer isn’t 100% behind her plan?

Also, trust falls? Really? Then she goes “why isn’t this working? We’ve tried everything!” But on that note, the actual episode portrayal is kinda exactly what I’m going for. Not only do the trust falls not work, charlie says, “I love all of you so much,” pulls her puppy eyes, and only vaggie catches her. It’s surface level and shallow, and does not win anyone else over.

In contrast, vaggie’s attempt at building trust, throwing everyone into a battle, *actually works* (despite vaggie only being in hell for 3 years and being heaven-born, she already knows how things work better than charlie!) and yet charlie talks about it as though it already failed. She says “we work best as a team,” with the underlying message being “I can’t trust you to do things on your own.”

If she was waiting so long to reconnect with lucifer, then why hasn’t she called him in years?? Altho I’m currently rotating lucifer in my brain so I might be a bit biased

“If angels can do whatever and stay in the sky” they can’t?? Your dad is RIGHT there. I. What

She has a power dynamic with every other character except lucifer since she has her demon powers, not to mention she’s giving them a place to stay. When vaggie says she appreciates that charlie doesn’t use her powers, charlie doesn’t say “it wouldn’t be right,” she says it would be too *mean.* But if someone pushes her buttons, who’s to say they wouldn’t slip out (see her flip on a dime after val hits angel. Obv it’s justified in this case, but it shows that she’s willing to use her powers on sinners)? Again, it would be interesting if the show actually leaned into this angle. Imagine if she put on a nice front, never swore, seemed genuinely touching and understanding, but the second someone annoys her she annihilates them and becomes threatening and violent. Then she turns around and is nice again. Too much like alastor? idk

Also, many characters refer to her by calling her lucifer’s daughter, so clearly ppl know that if they cross her they’ll face his wrath by proxy (this also fits in thematically with what lute tells her in the first episode, that she’s exempt from the exterminations bc nepotism privilege). So realistically, everyone else would be a bunch of sucking-up yes-men bc they’re afraid of her. Which they kind of are when push comes to shove?

At first, she doesn’t help at all during the war and lets everyone else fight for her. Doesn’t want to get her hands dirty ig, even though all of this was caused by her in the first place. She only starts fighting at vaggie’s urging.

Like husk points out, every meeting charlie has with the angels makes things worse for all the sinners. Despite lucifer’s warnings that the meeting with heaven won’t work, and against vaggie saying to calm down, charlie basically picks a fight with heaven at the risk of *everyone else EXCEPT HER.*

What were charlie and lilith doing to stop the exterminations before lilith took her 7 year leave? Hell, what was charlie doing during those 7 years? Why does she have 0 connections outside of vaggie, who she only met 3 yrs ago? Why does she have to introduce herself to rosie, rather than her already knowing her name?

Also in ep 7 she says to alastor “I can’t believe how you can do exactly what you told me you would do!” (standing by and watching everyone fail at redemption) almost like she wasn’t paying attention to him at all.

“Why would vaggie hide that she was an exterminator” -> Rosie asks “how did that make you feel?” “It made me mad and doubt if she loves me” like I get it, it was a betrayal, but IS she stupid

Ready For This is charlie manipulating a town of ppl to join the army. Her pitch includes “on the way to the hotel the scenery is nice and you can make friends :3” and “have you ever wanted to die for a cause? Notably I myself am spared from being killed but uh that’s your problem.” Alastor pipes in that you can eat the angels and that’s what actually moves the crowd, because he understands them.

Her perspective on violence and where she chooses to draw the line is really confusing. Why does she care about sinners being violent to each other if they’ll just respawn? She stops alastor from beating up sir pentious at an arbitrary point, but is fine with him eating and presumably killing the gangsters who come after mimzy. (Edit: forgot to point out yet another example, that she was fine with vaggie tossing sir pentious and angel off the balcony but stops her from tossing niffty as well for no reason.) Why is she so apologetic to the angels actively killing sinners but was distraught over vaggie having partaken? Why was she opposed to the CANNIBALS being eager to eat the angels and saying “idk, they seem kinda murder-y” WHAT. What? I’m struggling to even begin to describe how ignorant that is during a WAR. What did she think was going to happen, that she wouldn’t have to fight anyone herself? Why did she stop her dad from killing Adam but doesn’t react strongly to Niffty finishing the job? If it mattered so much to her, the lack of reaction seems strange to me.

Isn’t it just so poetic that her weapon in the war is a shield that she uses exclusively on herself, which she hardly even needs due to her contractual immunity?

Why doesn’t she think to use her powers to build and maintain the hotel? That doesn’t require any violence or domineering. Yet when lucifer comes over it’s run-down and falling apart. Or ask lucifer to help her build it? She was concerned that asking for the meeting with heaven was such a big ask—why not start with this small thing? Father-daughter bonding.

Why does the show end w lucifer + the sinners congratulating her, and in particular, rebuilding the hotel? Hell doesn’t know that sir pentious got redeemed, so from their pov charlie’s idea didn’t work at all.

Can you tell that I’m writing this while I’m rewatching the show?

Aaand that’s that. Her char has always come off to me as somewhat condescending/fake, but I keep finding more and more things to dislike about the way she’s been written. Unfortunate. Honestly tho I might enjoy watching her more if I read her through this lens. You could probably write a similar post for most/all other chars in the show, limited only by the amount of screentime they get lmao

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒.

DAY TWELVE OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader, max phillips x oberyn, max phillips x reader x oberyn

genre: explicit smut, minors dni, enemies to lovers

summary: after you left the court and hence Oberyn, no one is eager to forgive you for your betrayal. Especially those closest to you.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: everyone's a vampire including reader, orgies, voyeurism, mlm, threesome, sub!max, switch!reader, dom!oberyn, this is hella explicit btw so read accordingly, rimming, ass play, anal sex (oberyn x max), piv (max x reader), biting, mild mention of blood because vampires

a/n: and this concludes the last day of haunted hoedown! thank you for joining in everyone, I appreciate it! (also this was normally just supposed to be oberyn and reader but oh well, gotta go big am I right?)

Your steps echo down the hall, the ends of your dress trailing behind you, swiping against shiny marble. You’ve hated coming back here. Hated seeing the pity and the mockery in the eyes of the rest of the court. But you had no choice. You knew Oberyn would take you back, in a sick twist of faith, you did belong to him after all. He was a part of you as much as you were a part of him. He had looked at you with anger, betrayal. In a similar fashion, he too had thought you’d left for selfish purposes but it was so much more than that. 

So much more. 

Now you’re basically the errand girl despite your status. You were made to be a guardian. A protector. Lords began to turn humans for this sole purpose. When a human is turned, they are more loyal to the vampire that turned them. The bond would be strong which made most of them lay down their lives for the one who turned them, the one that gave them eternal life. However, like many things, there was a catch: the vampire had to save the human before turning them. It could be from something minimal or something grand, the grander the threat, the more passionate the new vampire would be to protect. 

Of course higher vampires didn’t really care, they just wanted guardians. With time they began to cause the threats that would require the human to be saved themselves. It was a scummy thing to do, but there were no rules dictating otherwise. 

Oberyn was different. You would know, he was the one that had turned you. 

He actually saved his humans, be it from psychological harm or physical, he saved them and gave them a choice. They could live out their lives however they pleased, they didn’t have to be guardians. And despite the choice, they all stayed. Oberyn provided protection, pleasure, and eternal life. 

So everyone stayed. 

Everyone except for you. 

You stand still at the lord’s quarters. You don’t need to see to know what’s happening on the other side. Lustful moans, the sound of skin smacking against skin—sinful sounds that set a wildfire between your legs. You haven’t been touched since you left, your body remembers his touch, how he would linger and taste. . . 

You inhale a sharp breath and knock—loudly. 

“The door is open.” 

Oberyn. He sounds disinterested already. 

You push the large doors open and the sight before you is exactly what you expected. 

Men and women kissing, sucking, fucking. They’re all lost in the pleasure, their moans mixing and becoming a beautiful melody. Your nipple grows tight at the sight, your legs slightly buckling under your weight. 

Oberyn, of course, is playing with his favorite toy. Max Phillips. The younger vampire is sitting between Oberyn’s spread legs, his cock wrapped with the lord’s fingers. They both gaze upon you at the same time, one cold and one heated—though the warmth of that gaze has nothing to do with you and has everything to do with the fist around his length.

Max smiles crookedly, a puff of air escaping his lips as his hips thrust into Oberyn’s fists. The lord’s eyes drop to his lover’s, lips curling with amusement, “Needy.”  

His eyes harden when you clear your throat, “What do you want?” he asks, tone dripping venom. “I am busy, as you can probably tell.” 

“I’ve been informed to tell you the meeting for tonight is rescheduled for tomorrow.” he shoots you a glare and you add. “My lord.” 

You hate calling him that. He never made you call that before, Max also didn’t call him that. It just proved to everyone that you were now nothing but an outsider within your home. Your heart drops. You always hated being an outcast. 

Oberyn’s hand stills on Max’s cock and the latter whines pathetically into the air, a bead of precome trickling down his length and over Oberyn’s knuckles. You meet his gaze. He gazes at you for a second later before commanding the rest to leave. If they’re startled, they don’t show it—they just move the party elsewhere, leaving only you, Oberyn, and Max. 

The younger vampire makes way to leave but Oberyn stops him, “Stay,” he murmurs, dragging his lips down his neck. Max shudders, his cock twitching eagerly. 

You swallow as Oberyn approaches you, his body bare and cock jutting darkly between his legs. You focus your gaze on his face and find it hard not to look down. His smile is mischievous, “You look troubled,” he says. 

“I’m not, my lord,” you add a bit more attitude this time, prompting the raise of his brows. You notice Mac looking towards you curiously, his back against the headboard of the rather large bed. 

“You do understand you brought this upon yourself, do you not?” he says. “I do not enjoy punishing my subjects unless it is for pleasure. You were free and you chose to betray me instead.” 

In your defense, you wouldn’t exactly call what you did a betrayal. 

“I understand.” 

He’s irritated. You can tell by the way his jaw twitches, “Forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you,” he spits out, angry. This time you do look away, feeling too much all at once. “Not only did you leave after your oath, you left to join another court,” he seers. “And then when they throw you to the street what do you do? Come crawling back with your tail between your legs. You took advantage of my kindness and the peace of this court. Pathetic.” 

It all happens in the blink of an eye. Your anger flares, overtakes every fiber of your being, and before you know it the flat of your palm connects with his cheek. The sound of it echoes through the chamber. From the corner of your eyes, you see Max’s eyes going wide, his body going tense as he straightens up to subdue you if need be.  

Your slap hadn’t done much to Oberyn. It had simply resulted in a slight turn of his head, the lack of effect you have on him angers you further, and you attempt to smack him again—

However, as unaffected as he might be, he doesn’t allow it. 

You grit your teeth at the way he holds your wrist, his fingers too tight around your bone. You attempt to snatch your arm back but he doesn’t allow that either, he flashes you his fangs, eyes momentarily turning purple before resuming their warm brown color. 

“Careful there little fox, you don’t want to be angering my favorite guardian now, would you?” 

Your eyes snap to Max who is now standing, a sheet loosely wrapped between his waist. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t look angry only worried. 

Once more you pull your hand to break free of your hold but the effort only makes him smile, showing your fangs, you hiss. “Let go of me, Oberyn.” 

He lets go of the fact that you used his name. 

“Why so angry all of a sudden?” he rolls his tongue over every syllable. “Did you not leave? Did you not go and work for the court who murdered my sister? Do not expect forgiveness.” the pink of his tongue moves over his bottom lip. “I was sad when you left. And when I grow sad. . . I grow angry.” 

“I did not have a choice!” your voice booms against the walls, startling both him and Oberyn, taking advantage of it, you snatch your hand away. “You do not know what’s it like to have a bond you cannot control, to be tethered to you in a way that I would lay down my life for you. He does,” you point at Max, his lips are tight, his gaze hard. You look back to Oberyn. “But you do not. It overwhelmed me Oberyn. I was scared of it. I was scared of feeling so much so suddenly and left because of it. They were the only court that would take me in. No one else dared.” you hiss out. “I did not enjoy it. I did not revel in the fact of being away from my home—from you. I was thrown away because they noticed I purposefully caused more harm than good.” 

His lips part but you don’t allow him to say anything, “You do not get to call me pathetic. Especially since you do not know how it feels to be us.” 

Your heart rams against your chest, your breath coming in short, quick pants. You have no idea what comes after this. Do you leave? Do you say something else? Do you apologize? Your thoughts are a hurricane, scattered and constantly spinning. 

Oberyn’s gaze lingers a second longer before turning around and heading to the bed, “Very well,” he says, pulling Max back between his legs. “Come and join us, little fox. You want to, I saw it in your eyes when you first came in.” 

Your mouth opens, closes, and then opens back up again, “Is that all you have to say?” 

Oberyn’s hands move down the inside of Max’s thighs, he still seems on edge but melts when he squeezes his plump flesh. A fresh wave of arousal dampens the fabric of your underwear. 

“You should have told me before you left,” he says and kisses Max’s neck before he continues. “I would have tended to you, make the process easier. I would have looked after you. I know how hard your. . . previous life was. However, I still can not fully forgive you for leaving to work with them. No matter how much chaos you might have caused there. That will take time. But. . . in the meanwhile,” Oberyn suddenly grips Max is jaw, forcing the other’s gaze onto you. He slips two fingers into his mouth and Max sucks greedily, the sheets falling away from his waist. “You may resume being my guard again. This one. . . this one has missed you greatly.” 

Heat blossoms all over the expanse of your skin, your arousal growing as Max averts his eyes, “Has he now?” you mutter, knowing that they both heard you cristal clearly. Oberyn’s grin is predatory. 

“He has,” Oberyn roughly jerks Max’s cock and he moans around the thick fingers in his mouth. “Look how aroused he gets with you watching, such a good boy.” 

Max’s hips jerk and a loud whine rattle in his throat, Oberyn only cackles, “Tell her.” he commands as he pulls out his fingers. 

“I am not telling her that,” Max says, the first words you’ve heard him speak of since you entered the chamber. “Just because you are eager to forgive and forget doesn’t mean I have to.” 

“Such a brat,” Oberyn hisses, eyes finding yours. “Well, I guess you need to make him forgive you,” he teases. “I would start by sucking his cock.” 

Max’s lips split into a wide smile, “That might work.” 

You fight against the urge to roll your eyes, your lips tug in a half smile, your heart feeling light and playful. Both of their eyes eat you up as you drop your charcoal dress to the floor. Max’s cock twitches repeatedly within Oberyn’s palm, eager to feel your lips. You share his enthusiasm as you climb the bed. The sheets soft like velvet under your knees. 

“You want me to suck your cock?” you tease and pry away Oberyn’s fingers. Max doesn’t say a word, lips shut tight as he pushes himself back further into Oberyn’s chest. The lord grins. He teases the sensitive skin between Max’s ear with his fangs. “If you don’t tell me I can’t give you what you want.” 

He snarls, “Yes, I want you to suck my cock,” then he adds with a smug grin. “I’ve missed seeing you gag around it princess.” 

You try very hard to hide how his words affect you but it’s for naught. His grin only widens at the sight of your very visible shudder. When you drop your gaze to his torso, he quickly forces your gaze back up by sneaking two fingers under your chin. He holds your gaze only for a moment before sliding his hand to the back of your neck and pushing you down. 

You slide your tongue underneath as you take him into your mouth. You’ve forgotten how much you had to part your lips to wrap your lips around him. Max groans loudly, thrusting shallowly between your lips. 

“Does that feel good, pet?” Oberyn asks Max. “You’ve missed that eager mouth a lot, huh?” 

Max makes an affirmative sound and presses his lips against Oberyn’s, you hear both their moans as they devour each other, tongues lacing together in a messy claim of mouths. 

You take him further down your throat and pull back, Max breaks the kiss with a gasp and looks down. He watches you with blown eyes, his brows furrowing with pleasure as you allow a sting of spit to fall to the slit. Oberyn continuously decorates the other’s neck with fleeting kisses, soothing his nerves. Your eyes fluttering but not closing, you push his cock to his pelvis and lick the skin that leads to his hole. A choked moan rips from his throat and you head Oberyn shushing him immediately after. 

Stroking his cock, you press your lips against his cute little hole and trace the rim with the tip of your tongue. He follows the movements of your tongue, inching closer, whimpers of your name fall one by one, you fight the urge to touch yourself and instead, you push your tongue inside. 

“F—Fuck,” he gasps. “Shit shit— that feels so good, don’t stop—” 

You smile as you force your tongue deeper, Oberyn chuckles, “You never get this desperate with me,” he says sounding almost jealous. His next words are directed at you. “Get him wet and ready for me.” 

You hum with approval, spitting again before pressing your mouth. Max ruts into your tight fist, whining and groaning as you prepare him for Oberyn. You feel his hand in your hair, his needy tugs while he attempts to both push you away and pull you closer. You squeeze his thighs, thrust your tongue deeper into him. 

His back arches and his body shakes, parting away, you look at him through heavy lashes. Max looks at you with a hooded gaze, swimming in lust, he only understands the look you’re giving him when you slowly open your mouth and show your fangs, “I missed the taste of you on my tongue,” you say, breath hitching. 

Oberyn looks at you with interest and amusement, his gaze quickly moves to Max. 

He blinks heavily, lips parting, he spreads his legs further, giving you a delicious view of his flesh, “Go ahead,” he murmurs. 

You accept the invitation gleefully. You kiss the inside of his thigh before grazing the sharp edges of your teeth against it. Only those who truly care to sink their teeth into one another because it is done out of choice, not hunger. You lick the salt of his skin before biting in, you feel the puncture of skin and flesh against your teeth, the flood of warm blood trickling down your throat. Max shudders, with the corner of your eyes you see him burrowing into Oberyn’s neck who is holding him tightly as you swallow. 

Max tastes sweet. He always has, despite his sometimes unagreeable personality. Warm blood trickles from the corner of your lips, down your throat, he kisses and nips at Oberyn’s strong neck. 

When you part, you’re whole again. 

“Come here,” Oberyn mutters and without waiting, he grabs you by the neck and crashes your lips together. He slides his tongue over yours, tasting Max, he swallows the moans you make. Meanwhile, Max’s fingers trace between your wet folds, swirl around your clit. He bites the top swell of your breast and you flinch, yet leans into the sharp pain at the same time. 

“I want you so bad,” Max groans between swallows. “You taste so sweet.” 

“Do you want him to fuck you?” Oberyn asks against your lips. He already knows the answer but you nod helplessly. “Let us switch places then.” 

You lay down where the two were sitting not moments ago. Max settles between your legs and as he does you still feel the throb caused by his fangs above your breast. He leans in quickly, as if you might vanish into the night, and claims your lips, tasting himself, you, and Oberyn on your tongue. 

“Gonna fuck you so good,” he says with a slurred speech. “Gonna fuck you so good that you’re never gonna leave again.” 

Your heart sinks a little further down your chest, beating painfully at his words. You nod because you don’t know what else to say or do. The heft of his cock lays heavy over the softness of your stomach. You arch your back gently, wishing to see his face twisting with pleasure instead of bitterness. It works, it must have because, at the graze of your skin, his lips part with a gasp. 

“She won’t,” Oberyn answers instead. “I think our little fox learned her lesson about leaving.” 

You swallow thickly and nod. You fear that maybe forgiveness is most certainly out of reach—that Oberyn could never forgive you, not truly. He drags you away from your thoughts with a touch to your lips, your eyes flutter as he slightly parts your lips and feels your fang under his finger. 

He doesn’t say anything but the gesture is enough to relax your guilt-ridden heart. Oberyn’s gaze shifts to Max’s back. He makes a show of spitting into his hand and jerking himself, a fresh wave of arousal wets your thighs at the sight. 

“Do you think you will be able to take me?” 

Max nods and pushes himself back to grind against his lord’s cock, “Yes,” he breathes out. 

“Good. I am feeling impatient today.” 

You watch breathlessly as Max’s face morphs into one of absolute pleasure. His brows furrow and jaw drops, face growing slack. He moans loudly only an inch away from your face, his breath fanning your heated skin. You cradle his face and pull him to your lips. You two meet in a sloppy kiss as Oberyn buries himself to the hilt. The other man shudders and gasps into your mouth, he falls into your neck. Your lips snug against his forehead, you reach between your sweaty bodies and wrap your fingers around his weeping cock, you guide it to your core, urging him to bury his cock deep into you. 

“I thought you were going to fuck me so good that I would never want to leave again, Maxy. Show me what I missed.” 

He whimpers but manages to push himself up, Oberyn keeps still as Max thrusts forward, sliding into you with ease. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He always stretches you so thoroughly, filling you up perfectly. Max adorns your neck with kisses and soon Oberyn pulls back and pushes forward, the movement forcing Max to fuck you even deeper. 

You thread your fingers through Max’s hair and pull him closer, making sure he can kiss and suck on your neck as he thrusts into you. His hips move sloppily thanks to Oberyn pistoning from behind, the heat building quickly between your bodies as he fucks further and further into the other. Oberyn’s hands are all over Max, gripping his hips and guiding his motions as he fucks him hard. Oberyn grunts and drops down to sink his teeth into there Max’s neck meets his shoulder. Max’s hips stutter with a pitiful whine tearing from his throat. Oberyn feasts on his blood, moaning into his veins as his hips hammer into him. You can feel the sheer strength in Oberyn’s thrusts, and it only adds to the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through you.

A sudden pulse of pleasure washes over you as you clench around him, Max moans out loud. 

“Fuck baby, are you gonna come?” he nuzzles your neck and you let out an equally pitiful whine, your entire body burning, trembling, with him filling you over and over again. “Please come,” he says in a daze. “Come for me, baby, please. I want it so bad, come on my cock and I’ll fill you up so good—please please please—” 

“F—Fuck, Max—” You feel the familiar heat pooling in your stomach, your body only needed that final nudge to tumble off the edge. But Max is lost in the pleasure, only taking what he’s given. You beg for him to fuck you harder and he hears none of it, his lips pressed into your neck, inhaling your scent. Oberyn, however, knows what you need. He always does. His hands move to grip your hips as well, pulling you back against Max with each thrust.

Your skin goes taut over muscle. The sensations overwhelm you as you come with a loud cry, clenching around Max’s cock as he surprisingly follows suit, his own cries mixing with yours. 

“Look at my sweet pets,” Oberyn breathes, burying himself even deeper, pushing both you and Max together. Max chokes on a cry, his hard cock still throbbing as he spills himself into you. Your lips part wide and Oberyn sneaks two fingers between your lips, pressing them into your tongue. “Look at me as I come,” he growls as Max whines for more, his body pliant and willing. 

Oberyn groans and stills, buried deep inside Max, he finds his own release. He doesn’t break his gaze from you as he fills and fills and fills the other man. You feel him leaking as his spend trickles down and moves down your spread cunt. Your lids flutter yet, you still manage not to look away, wanting desperately to please your lord. 

“Good little fox,” he teases, pressing further one last time before pulling away. His fingers leave your mouth and Max collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he continues to breathe heavily in post-coital bliss. 

You quickly wrap your arms around him, his cock softening inside of you, “Good boy,” you mutter. “You felt so fucking good Max, I’ve missed your cock.” 

His cock twitches with interest and he smiles, “If you continue with the dirty talk I might have to fuck you again.” 

Oberyn lays beside you and pulls you both towards his sweaty chest. Your bodies are a tangle of limbs and sweat as you all catch your breath, slowly coming down from the intense high. Max rolls off of you, sliding between you and Oberyn, but you don’t mind the loss of his warmth as Oberyn kisses you, holding you close to them both, not allowing you to pull away. 

“If you ever leave there won’t be a third time,” he says against your lips, your breath catches in his throat upon hearing the silent threat in his tone. Max presses his lips right above Oberyn’s sternum, kissing him slowly as if to calm him. Oberyn pays no mind. “Tell me you understand what I am telling you.” 

“I understand, my lord.” 

Both of them stiffen for a second before loosening up, Oberyn smiles. 

“Good.” 

[hotvintagepoll]

Welcome to the HOT AND VINTAGE MOVIE STARS tournament! We are currently on a break between tournaments, having just finished the Hot & Vintage Movie Man Tournament last week. The Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament starts next week on February 29th (Leap Year Day) MARCH 2ND. The submission form for the ladies is now closed.

All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, old tournaments, the various shadow brackets, and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. Every poll in the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be tagged with the hot woman in it if you need to search for a hot woman in particular. There have been around 400+ submissions, so Round 1 will probably be posted over the course of a few days.

FAQs:

“I have propaganda for the hot women!” Great! Please don't send or tag me in any hot women propaganda until the poll including that hot lady is posted.

"....but you're posting gifsets of hot ladies?" Yes. As a special treat to myself I get to post a little additional propaganda of my own between tournaments. (Once the tournament begins I am sworn to neutrality and only post the propaganda sent to me.) The gifsets I reblog are not representative of my own views—ie I reblog both my secret favorites and other hot ladies who were submitted numerous times—and are intended just to get us in the Hot Lady spirit™.

“How do I send in hot women propaganda once the tournament starts?” Send me an ask, or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. I don’t boost all the propaganda I see or receive, but I try to boost the best of the best.

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot lady, I don’t accept propaganda that’s from beyond the end of this tournament’s era (ie don’t send me pics of them from after 1970). I also don’t accept them acting in TV shows unless it’s clearly a cameo where they’re playing themselves (ie, no I Love Lucy or Catwoman appearances). I'm more likely to post your propaganda if it's not extremely long.

I don’t post or boost negative propaganda about any hot woman. If you really hate that a certain hot woman is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. If you think a hot woman shouldn’t even be included in the tournaments because of scummy things she did in her lifetime, please read my take on it here.

"Can I still submit propaganda for the hot men?" You can, I guess, but it's a bit pointless because there's no tournament for the hot men going on right now, and I won't post it. Toshiro Mifune was crowned winner and every other nominated hot man was sent to the shadow realm. "I'm catching up on the brackets now! How do I find out more about the Hot Men tournament?" You can do a tag search for a specific hot man if you want to see if he was included and all his propaganda, or you can just go into the #hotvintagepoll tag in my archive and dig through the old posts to see everything. I've turned most of the rounds into featured tags in the archive to make it easy to follow the tournament (#round 1, #round 2, etc).

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot woman’s flaws or misdemeanors, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

On that note—if you have an issue with a poll, don't be a dick and I'll try to solve it. If you hate a poll pic, complain AND send me something I could use instead. I'm not going to go hunting for new photos on my own. In general I try to keep this poll fun but I will block if I see thoughtless bitching.

“I KNOW THEY'RE ALL IN THE SHADOW REALM BUT I want to see all the hot men who competed in one place!!” You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!).

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I love hearing from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

[tawus]

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!! Tawus! We got 33 Q&A’s from Gege about Gojo! 😫 His parents are alive but they couldn’t raise him bc apparently it would ‘interfere’ with his education as a jujutsu sorcerer. 😔

Until you answer this ask I won’t be asking any ‘what-if’ scenarios with this new information. Omg Infidelity ‘what-ifs’ are about to expand.

And we love to hear that

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This answer confirms Gojo has a huge dick.

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Another one of my interpretations of his character that’s luckily turned out correct

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Such ~mwah~ answers that I had to include them

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I love cats also, but as a fellow Sagittarius, I confirm that we like dogs more…

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Not surprising, given his super fast metabolism.

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I don’t remember where, perhaps in that one answer about Gojo’s personality, I said the same thing. Good to know I’d interpreted him sufficiently well.

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I’ve left this one for last for a reason. Gege’s answer about Gojo’s parents comes contrary to what I’d envisioned, which was that Gojo did have a loving mother and father at least up until his teenhood. The reason I was so sure of that is because Gojo, despite being in the league of gods with his power, does have a certain sense of empathy, compassion, and justice. These things don’t just come to be in someone as privileged as him. Someone else has evoked and entrenched those principles in him. It had to have been either his parents, or parental figures, or a childhood friend, or a mentor.

I screenshotted this question in particular, even though the one about his parents was a few questions back, because here Gege states that Gojo did have a mentor within the Gojo family. It had to have been like that. If it weren’t his parents, then there had to be someone else in his childhood who instilled those principles in him. It could’ve been an uncle, a grandparent, a sensei, or even one of the servants. But there definitely WAS someone.

Now, I am taking a callous step in suggesting that Gege himself may not have had the best relationship with his parents… And I’d said it more than once in the past that Gojo and Mechamaru are both his intentional representations, they’re two sides of Gege. Which is why I reckon Gege chose to not give Gojo a very strong bond with his parents. I personally have experienced both a good parent and a shitty parent. And I can trace a lot of my behaviours and tendencies to both my genes as well as how these parents brought me up. The society and the world is inherently harsh and self-serving. So the good and the noble qualities in us have to be instilled by someone in our childhood, for them to become a part of our core in adulthood. If Gojo didn’t have someone in his childhood teaching him compassion, teaching him that the strong must not terrorise the weak, and teaching him that human life has irreplaceable value — he would’ve turned out a scummy person, indifferent to the sufferings of humans; in short, he would’ve been a villain. Since he’s perfect in every way, he, from the start, has no way of sympathising with other people. So that sympathy had to have been taught.

Following Gege’s answers, I’m really curious who that mentor in Gojo’s childhood was. I hope that it’ll be addressed in the next Q&A 🙂‍↕️🪄

[prolibytherium]

This Is Not An Undiagnosed D/S Kink This Is Being A Misogynist And Having Extremely Common Far Right Misogynist Views. This is typical manosphere and/or trad and/or incel shit.

Someone with this viewpoint who gets into D/S is almost definitely not going to be like "Oh haha turns out I just had a fetish this whole time and women are actually not inherently subservient! I just want to do fun kinky sex roleplay and I will treat women normally otherwise :)" they are going to be abusive (or at the VERY least scummy) to the women they are with and it will not translate to healthy and respectful D/S interaction

Edit in case it’s unclear I am NOT saying screencapped tags are right wing just that what they’re describing is

[nostalgic-woodwind]

Sick Day

CG! Husk and Regressor! Angel Dust 🍼

Plot: Angel is feeling sick and Valentino wants him to work, regardless of his health. Husk is having none of Valentino’s bullshit.

TW: Valentino being a scummy piece of shit, verbal abuse

Request by @AutisticallyYours on AO3

Angel woke up feeling under the weather. His head was pounding like a drum, and his throat was scratchy like a desert. He weakly got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. He pulled out a thermometer from the medicine and took his temperature.

100.3 degrees.

“Shit…” Angel grumbled. He pulled out his phone and dialed Valentino’s number.

“Angel Cakes, baby, it’s so good to hear your voice,” Valentino’s voice spoke through the speaker.

“Hey, I can’t come to work today. I’m not-”

“What do you mean ‘you can’t come into work?’”

“I’m not feeling really good. I was wondering if I could take the day off or two so I can-”

“What are you fucking talking about? You’ve never missed a day from work.”

“I know, but-”

“Are you telling me that you’ve decided to get out of work? You’re probably faking sick just to spite me!”

“No, that’s not true. I swear I’m not faking it. I just need a day or two off to-” Angel tried to speak, but was interrupted by his coughing.

“Listen to me, you fucking shit-for-brains, you better be at the studio in exactly one hour, or else there will be literal hell to pay,” Valentino threatened.

With no other choice, Angel sighed heavily and responded, “Yes, Valentino.”

“That’s more like it. See you in an hour, baby.”

Angel sighed again as he hung up his phone. He grabbed some Ibuprofen and took it, hoping it would soothe his throat for a while. He walked out of the bathroom and saw his pet pig, Fat Nuggets, walking towards him with a cold compress.

“Thanks, Fat Nuggets,” Angel smiled weakly as he placed the compress on his forehead.

Fat Nuggets walked over to Angel’s bed, pulled his Rainbow Puppy and Twinkle (Rainbow Puppy’s pig friend) stuffies next to his pillow, and motioned for him to lay down and rest.

“I can’t lay down, buddy. Val wants me to power through my shift today.”

Angel slogged out of his room and made his way downstairs. He plopped down on one of the bar stools and groaned as he put his head down.

Husk, who was wiping down drinking glasses at the bar, saw how sick Angel looked and asked him, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” Angel nodded as he lifted his head and coughed harshly into his elbow.

Husk grimaced and placed his paw on Angel’s forehead.

“You look and feel like shit,” Husk commented in a concerned tone.

“It’s nothing. Just a frog in my throat, that’s all. Can you make me a drink to go? I heard that alcohol helps with headaches.”

“Yeah, no. You need to call Valentino and tell him you can’t come in today.”

“I did that and he still wants me at the studio. He even accused me of faking being sick.”

“That fucking son of a bitch…”

“Don’t worry about it. I just-”

“I have to worry about it, given the condition that you’re in,” Husk argued.

“Look, Val never listens to me. I can’t let you interfere because I don’t want to see you get hurt. I have to go,” Angel said as he got up and left the hotel.

Husk sighed wearily as he continued his work.

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Later that day, Husk had just finished feeding Fat Nuggets when he got a text on his phone. He pulled it out and read the message.

“Papa help me. No feel well…”

“Oh, shit…” Husk muttered worryingly. Angel had regressed at work.

The winged cat texted back that he was coming as soon as possible. He hurriedly flew out of the hotel and to Valentino’s studio.

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The studio doors flew open as Husk sped over to Angel’s dressing room. As he was about to open the door, he heard a sinister voice speak from behind him, “And just what do you think you’re doing here?”

The winged cat turned to see Valentino glaring at him.

“I’m taking Angel home,” Husk glared. “You know full well not to force anyone to work when they’re sick.”

“Have you not noticed that I own Angel? He will do anything for me, no matter what he is feeling!" Valentino hissed.

“You may own Angel and his soul, but you’re not gonna treat him like-”

“Papa…” Angel’s voice whined from behind the dressing room door.

“It’s okay, Angel, Papa’s coming. Look, Val, at least let Angel rest for a couple of days. Besides, isn’t it a health code violation if an employee goes to work sick? None of us know what Angel has is contagious or not.”

“Alright, alright, but that bitch better get ready to work overtime when he gets better,” Valentino smirked.

“Fine,” Husk sighed. At least Val is going to let Angel not work while he’s ill.

Husk opened the dressing room door, where he saw Angel in his robe, curled up into a ball on the couch, and groaning. He slowly approached the spider and whispered gently, “Hey, Angel. It’s me, Husk.”

Angel turned his head over and began crying.

“It’s okay, we’re going home,” Husk comforted.

“But Val…” Angel whimpered.

“I got him to let you go home for a while, now come on.”

Husk helped Angel get dressed in his normal clothes and took him back to the hotel.

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Husk had opened the door to his room and sat down on a reading chair he had, cradling the silently crying and softly sniffling spider on his lap.

“Papa…” Angel hiccuped as he coughed. “‘m sorry…”

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. Val is just…” Husk said, trying to think of what to call Valentino without Angel repeating any bad words while he was in his tiny headspace. “He’s just not a caring individual, but he’s not here right now.”

Angel’s head began aching after a while and he began crying again, hiding his face on Husk’s shoulder.

“I know, I know, shhh,” Husk cooed as he rubbed Angel’s back. “It’s okay, Papa’s here.”

After a few minutes of comforting the spider, Husk changed Angel into a Pull-Up and a long-sleeved onesie. He then dressed him in a pink sweatshirt.

Husk laid the spider down in a full-size side crib next to his bed and tucked him in. He then spotted Fat Nuggets walking into the room with Angel’s Rainbow Puppy and Twinkle stuffies.

“Looks like someone came to visit you and keep you company,” Husk smiled as he picked up the pig and laid him next to Angel.

“Hi, Nunu,” Angel said as Fat Nuggets handed him his beloved plushies. “T’ank ’ou.”

Fat Nuggets nuzzled Angel’s cheek as a response while Husk turned on his ocean side lamp/crib toy that hung onto the crib rails, setting it to a low lighting and low volume.

“I’ll be right back, okay? I gotta get you some medicine,” the winged cat said as he gently ruffled Angel’s hair. He left the room and came back a few minutes later with a tray of get-well essentials: some medicine, a cold compress, a small bowl of mixed fruit, a baby bottle filled with water, and a pink pacifier. He also held an Invader Zim blanket under his arm.

Husk sat on his bed next to Angel and carefully placed the compress on his head. He then gave Angel some of the medicine and covered him up with the Invader Zim blanket.

“Here. You don’t have to eat all of this if you don’t want to, but I just want you to have something in your stomach,” Husk offered as he took a fork and stuck it into a piece of pineapple and held it to Angel’s mouth.

Angel ate the pineapple and allowed Husk to feed him the rest of the fruit. Husk then fed him some of the water while he sang lullabies to him. This caused the spider to fall asleep.

Husk smiled softly and kissed the spider’s forehead as he carefully placed the pacifier in his mouth. The winged cat laid down and covered Angel up with his wing.

“Get well soon, little ragno,” Husk whispered tenderly before falling asleep himself.

[the-grimm-writer]

Opposites

(Greaser! Dabi x Reader)

warnings: major character death, non-con, breeding kink, manipulation, drug use, drinking, misogyny, slight bondage 

honestly just using the 1960s aesthetic (not the accurate time cause it sucks ass) because who doesn’t want scummy greaser dabi 

Dabi felt his lips stretch into a mocking smirk as he watched the preppy male in front of him struggling to get up. He slowly stood up and gave him a fierce glare that could make other people intimidated, but did nothing but make the greaser laugh.

Struggling to catch his breath as he coughed up blood, he sneered. "Kicking someone when they're down, huh? Real mature. Even if I don't win this I'm still a bigger man than you'll ever be.” He sauntered towards him and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to collapse onto the hot concrete. 

“Like I’m concerned about what a little bitch’s definition of a man is,” Dabi retaliated, rolling his eyes. “Not so tough now, huh?” 

The brunette looked up at him, golden eyes connecting with electric blue. “Whatever, just stay away from (Y/n).” 

He raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence.”I’m sorry, who’s that? You’ll have to refresh my memory.” He was taunting him, both of them knew that. Instead of thinking about it too much, Dabi decided he wouldn’t let him respond, not wanting to hear him go on about his beloved girlfriend. 

“Kai! Kai!” Dabi had his foot raised, ready to kick him again, and everyone turned their attention to you, running towards them. 

“(Y/n)?” Kai groaned. “What are you doing here? Get out of here, quick!"

You shook your head, dropping to your knees beside him. "I'm not leaving here without you!” Dabi crossed his arms, looking down at your injured boyfriend with narrowed eyes as you were trying  your best to comfort him. Finally, you turned to him. 

"Oh hey, doll!" Dabi grinned. "Fancy seeing you here. Say, why don't you ditch this loser and come with me? I'll show you what a good time really is." He winked.

You frowned, pretty (e/c) eyes darkening as you scowled at him. "Why are you doing this? Leave him alone!"

He shrugged. "He punched me first, it was self defense, really.” 

Kai held on to you as you helped him back up. You were a little surprised Dabi didn’t charge at him again but you weren’t about to complain. You knew that he wasn’t entirely wrong but you still decided to focus on your boyfriend. 

You wrapped your arm around Kai. “You know what? I don’t care who started it, it’s over now.” 

Dabi rolled his eyes, swimming with annoyance, mixed with amusement. “You need to relax, doll. The whole goody two shoes act is no fun.” 

You began walking back, trying no to give him a reaction like he wanted. All he was trying to do was get a rise out of you. You weren’t like Kai, you had no interest in petty fights or useless arguments. 

Walking away with Kai, you finally stopped when you were far away enough, in a fairly vacant parking lot. He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, hissing softly in pain. 

A frown made its way to your face as you looked at him. He was bruised up, Dabi obviously had the upper hand in that fight. You weren’t surprised, tough as Kai was, he picked fights for fun, while having everything handed to him. “You need to stop doing that.” 

You shook your head when Kai decided to play innocent. “Stop doing what? I didn’t do anything wrong,” he protested. 

“Antagonizing them!” You sighed. “Honestly, Kai, who cares if they’re on the wrong side of the track, I’m pretty sure if you left them alone they would do the same.” 

He sighed. “So what if I mess with them a little bit? They’re always terrorizing our area.” 

Deciding now wasn’t the time to point out that his little friends that followed him around like he was a king did the exact same thing to them, you just brushed off what he said. “I’m serious,” you protested as he grabbed your hands and pulled you against him. “You could get seriously injured one of these days.” 

He could tell that you were getting annoyed with him so he leaned towards you, smiling. “Aw, you can’t stay mad at me. Let me make it up to you, I promise I won’t let it happen again.” 

You tried to stay upset, you really did, but you couldn’t help but smile. You reached up and kissed his lips. "Remember to be over at my house at six, my parents want you over for dinner.” 

Neither of you were aware of the piercing cerulean eyes staring at the both of you with an envious rage. You didn't notice Dabi's friends having to hold him back the moment your lips connected, calming him down as you walked away hand in hand. He let them hold him back, knowing he would do something irrational if they weren’t.

Kai  smiled at you,following the path to your home. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You hummed softly in response, hoping that was true. 

You had patiently waited. The hours blurred together, and suddenly you were being called down for dinner, the scent of your mothers cooking filled the house. The longer you waited, the more anxious you became, leg shaking as you sat at the table, passing the salad bowl around the table once you had some. You looked up. “Can I be excused from the table please? I need to call Kai real quick, to see what’s going on.” 

When you were excused, you made your way to the telephone, putting his number in on the rotary dial. Kai walked you home, and you had reminded him to come back in a few hours. Now you were standing with the phone pressed to your ear, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for an answer. 

“Helloooo?” You stiffened as you were greeted with slurred speech. 

You looked back as laughter filled the table, your little brother telling a story about what happened at his school that day. 

“Seriously? You’ve been drinking? Kai, you were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You kept your tone hushed, resisting the urge to scream at him so as to not disturb anyone. 

“Babe, don’t be mad,” you could hear obnoxious laughter in the background, and you’d met his friends enough times to recognize their voices. “My buddies came over, and I lost track of time.” 

You pinched the bridge of your nose, praying that you didn’t lose your patience with him while your family was in the house. “Whatever. Just - forget about it. I’ll make up an excuse for you.” 

You could hear the grin in his voice. “I knew I could count on you. I love you.” 

“Kai!” You heard a feminine voice call out when you were about to speak, it didn’t sound familiar to you. “Get over here, baby, you’re missing all the fun!” 

That was the last straw, ignoring the way he tried to tell you it wasn’t what it seemed. "Asshole," you whisper hissed, “Kai Chisaki I wish we never met.” You ignored his drunken protests to not hang up on him.

You loved Kai, at least, you think you did. But sometimes you couldn't stand him. You stood up for him, even though you knew he was in the wrong, you're always there for him. You've forgiven him for all the stupid shit he's done and even tried to help him. And he can't even return the favor by doing this little thing for you. 

Tears sprung in your eyes and you slammed the phone back onto it’s holder, not realizing that would be the last time you ever talked to him. You dried your eyes before making your way back to the dinner table.

"(Y/n)?" Your parents questioned, concerned. "Is everything alright?" 

You nodded. It wasn't like you could tell them, sometimes you felt like they loved Kai more than you. They thought he was a golden boy that could do no wrong. "Yeah, everything's fine, something just came up at his work. He has to stay in late and can’t make it," you lied easily.

"What a good kid," your father nodded in approval. Your brother rolled his eyes, and you mentally agreed with him.

He never hid his dislike for your boyfriend, and sometimes you didn't blame him. The biggest reason why you didn't break up with him most of the time was because your parents would be more devastated than you'd be. That, and you knew he'd lose his shit and hurt not only himself, but others while he was at it. He didn’t handle his liquor well, a fact you had the dismay of living with. 

Taking a shaky breath, you swiftly changed the subject, pretending to be interested in your dad’s work. It was a short dinner, one that seemed longer than it actually was because of your impatience. As soon as everyone finished you started to clean up, volunteering to do so as everyone went to the living room. You liked doing the dishes as much as the next person but it was a nice distraction from your thoughts. 

You took your time, making sure that every dish was spotless before drying and putting them all away in their proper spots. Then you went over to spend some “quality family time” with your parents and little brother. Really, it was just watching television but if it made them happy, you would do it. 

Your father would sit on the couch with a cigar in his mouth, constantly reminiscing about how in his days it was all black and white pictures, with some of them silent films still. You laughed softly to yourself as your sibling groaned and said what you were all thinking, “Get with the times, old man.”

You wished that your life was as easy as these moments. Where the image of a cookie cutter family wasn’t just an act. You didn’t have to worry about the nights you spent with your little brother clinging onto you for comfort as you hid in your room, your parents spent the early hours of the morning in a screaming fit. It was peaceful, and you just prayed that it would stay that way for the rest of the night. But it was never worth getting your hopes up just to get set up for disappointment. 

Upset with the recent events, you excused yourself after an episode of an old black and white show you weren’t paying attention to ending. Just using the excuse that you needed to file for some more scholarships. Your parents had quickly given you the okay, glad you were always taking studies seriously, even in the summer. Your parents didn’t know that you were just staying there for the summer until you got into your choice of university, which was far, far away from here. 

You hoped your parents didn’t come up to your room, because you just went in and plopped down on your bed, staring up at your ceiling. You let out a huff before closing your eyes. You didn’t know what you were going to do about Kai, you thought sleepily, and for now deciding you’d sleep off the stress. 

It was eerily quiet in your house as you walked down stairs the next morning. It creeped you out a little bit, looking around. Had you gotten up earlier than you thought you had and everyone was still asleep? 

Your mom was on the couch crying silently, your father right beside her, rubbing her back, looking on the verge of crying himself but pushed it down. You rushed over to them, thinking that a close friend or family member must have passed or got into an accident. 

At the sight of you, your mother started crying harder, making you step back. “What’s going on?” You said softly, knowing your brother was still upstairs asleep.

“Sit down, (Y/n),” your father responded hushly. You immediately sat down as you were told. He pressed his lips together, a grimm look on his face. “It’s Kai… He was found dead this morning in the fields. A couple found him and immediately reported it. He was shot.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling like time had stopped. You were glad that you were sitting down or else you would have fallen, your knees feeling weak. “Dead?” He nodded, making you feel nauseous. 

“You can stay home for the day, I know it’s a lot of process.” You agreed, letting your parents pull you into a tight hug before sending you upstairs back to bed. 

Sitting back down on the bed, staring at the floor, hoping that you were just in shock and not crying. You curled back, snuggling into the blankets, that sick feeling in your stomach still there. 

The days blurred together leading up to the funeral. You stayed at home for most of it, but you were eager to get back to your life. And besides, you were beginning to look forward to a life without Kai. You’d been planning on breaking up with him anyways, but this way you didn’t have to deal with the backlash that would come with it. 

It got old quickly. The sympathetic stares, the fake offers and comments that they’re there if you ever need to talk to somebody. Even your teachers were going easy on you. You didn’t want special treatment because your boyfriend was dead. 

You didn’t smoke, not falling for the propaganda that they were actually healthy for you, but at the moment you craved one; suddenly understanding why some of your friends who smoked while under stress. 

Getting dressed in the only black dress that you owned and a pair of mary janes, you followed your family out to the car, all of them dressed in their dark attire. 

You felt guilty for the most part just wanting to get this over with. You wished that you were more sympathetic, but Kai had made you so fucking mad the months following up to his death, you knew he was leading himself into a hole. 

In a sick sense, you had been expecting this to happen. Especially since he liked to pick fights with the kids on the other side of town. Nights of getting drunk and being a dick wouldn’t end well, and it was obvious that he was going to piss the wrong person off one day. 

It was a closed casket funeral for obvious reasons, and half the town there for the golden boy's funeral. You numbly accepted the hugs and even more prayers and condolences. You felt your head start to pound as you watched the ones he insisted were his best friends speak about him, obviously leaving out all the illegal shit that they did together. 

Your eyes narrowed. They encouraged his dangerous behavior, therefore they were just as responsible for his death as the one that shot him. You ignored them, your glares enough to keep them from coming up to you. You didn’t do a speech, which you were glad that everyone accepted. You dropped a singular red rose on top of it before walking away from it.

One girl in particular caught your eye. She wasn’t from town, and most definitely not from your school. She was sitting in a corner, alone. Curious, you went up to her, needing to know who she was and how she was connected to Kai. 

“It’s tragic, isn’t it?” You asked, sitting down next to her, legs crossed. 

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, wiping them away with a cloth, turning to you. “I can’t believe that he’s dead. I genuinely believed we had a connection.” 

You sat down next to her, crossing your legs. “Really? Tell me more. Were you and Kai together?” 

She ran her hand through her hair. “Well, we’d been talking for a few months, and we went out a couple times. I was really hoping he’d ask me to be his girlfriend, and the night he died I really thought he was going to.” 

You clenched your fists. “Girlfriend?” 

She sniffled, nodding her head. “Yeah, but he never made it official. I never knew why until… oh.” You could see the panic on her face as she put two and two together. “God, you’re his girlfriend, aren’t you? (Y/n). I’m so sorry!” 

A part of you wanted to snap at her, scream and tell her to leave, slap her. But you know that it wasn’t her fault. She was just another soul added to the long list of people that Kai had manipulated. 

You let out a shaky breath and stood up. “It’s fine. You should be thankful you weren’t his girlfriend.” You weren’t as fortunate.

But unlike him, you were dealing with the consequences of his actions even beyond when he was dead. And it pissed you off to no end. 

Not wanting to deal with this any longer, you hurried up and said your goodbyes, promising the Chisakis you would stop by for dinner one of these nights and kissed his adopted baby sister Eri on the cheek before you left. You alerted your parents you’d be walking home and rushed off.

It was so bright outside, just like the day you’d last seen him alive. With friends sitting together in their cars and chatting with one another, smiling and laughing. Kids running around, embracing their childhood, eating soft ice cream as they screamed with delight while they chased after each other. Delinquents in ripped jeans and leather jackets that stayed huddled together talked among themselves. You almost relaxed, but failed because that’s when you thought about Kai some more. 

A frown fell onto your face as you recalled different memories. Like the time he’d snuck into your home when he knew you were alone babysitting your little brother, blacked out drunk, grabbed your hand and told you that he couldn’t live without you, ignoring how you told him he couldn’t be there. “God, I hate him so much,” you whispered to yourself, thinking that no one was close enough to hear you. 

Laughter interrupted your inner monologue. That, and bumping shoulders with someone. “That’s the spirit, tell me how you really feel.” 

Embarrassed, you slowly looked up at the guy you ran into. “Shit. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t see you there.” 

He chuckled. “It’s fine. Where’d you just come from? A funeral? Or is it some sort of new fashion trend?” 

You nodded your head. “Yeah, a funeral…. My boyfriend died. He was shot.” 

The blond’s eyes widened, looking sympathetically at you. “Oh. I’m sorry for your loss.” 

“Thank you.” You finally got a good observation of him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue overalls, stained with grease. You were guessing he was a mechanic. Scruff around his chin, and hazel, almost amber colored eyes that shined in the sun. 

“I’m Keigo, by the way. But everyone calls me Hawks.” He held his hand out for you to shake and you took it. Now you knew why he looked familiar, your friend had taken her car over to the repair shop and wouldn’t stop raving about the hot mechanic that worked there. 

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n), huh? I know who you are now.” He perked up, looking all too happy to be talking to somebody that just left a funeral. 

You tilted your head, confused. “Really, how so?”

“Dabi.” He smiled, changing the topic. “I almost forgot, where’s my manners?” He dug from his pocket and held out a carton of Marlboro cigarettes that was half empty. “You want a cancer stick of your own?” 

You shook your head politely. “No thanks, I don’t smoke.” 

Hawks nodded in approval. “Good. Don’t start, kid. It’s a nasty habit. Really don’t recommend it.” He dug out a red lighter at the end of the last sentence and lit his own. He let out a puff of smoke before speaking up again. “You know, I’m glad that I ran into you. I was hoping I would, Dabi was just talking about you and I wanted to get a look at you myself.” 

You were confused, but started walking again with him following you. “Why was he talking about me?” 

He shrugged. “It’s a small town, people talk. I’m sorry for your loss.” 

“It’s fine…” 

“Anyways, where are you heading?” He tilted his head, messy blond hair falling against his forehead as he did so. 

You turned to him. “Home. What about you?” 

“Anywhere and everywhere.” He draped his arm around your shoulders, and for some reason you decided to just let him. “Ya know, Dabi may seem like a mean ol’ man but he’s actually soft at heart. Don’t tell him I said that though,” he added. “He may get into fights and gets high off his ass in his free time, but he’s a good guy, promise. And a hard worker.” 

You quirked an eyebrow. “Are you trying to set me up with him or something?” 

He chuckled. “It depends, is it working?” 

“No,” you said bluntly. “I quite literally just got out of a relationship. He died before we even broke up.” 

“Who said it has to be a relationship?” He smirked down at you. “You can just fuck him, let all those frustrations loose. He’d be all too happy to oblige. Hell, I’d offer myself if Dabs wasn’t my pal.” 

You shrugged him off, aggravated now, nose scrunching to hide how his vulgar words flustered you. “That’s disgusting.” 

Keigo pulled you back. “Wait! Just think about it.” He sighed when you narrowed your eyes at him. “C’mon, what do these little boot lickers do for fun anyways? Tip cows? Speed down the dirt roads drunk? Steal from the convenient mart for the thrill, not a necessity? Use daddy’s money to get away with shit everyone does anyways? I think you’re one of the good ones, though, so you should hang with us. Live a little.” 

If you were one of the “good ones” like he said then you wouldn’t even be considering his offer. You would say no and rush away, but you were still curious. Besides, it was a breath of fresh air that he wasn’t treating you like some delicate flower that was about to wilt. You usually avoided parties, but going to one where no one knew your name or situation sounded refreshing; a much needed break. 

You almost wanted to slap yourself as you said, “Fine. I’ll think about it.” Both of you knew that he’d convinced you to go. 

He grinned, digging out of his pocket a piece of paper with an address on it. “I heard  that as a yes. See you then. Promise you won’t regret it.” 

You already were, getting home. Even on your worst days you wouldn’t dream of lying to your parents, but the opportunity quickly presented itself when your little brother rushed over to your parents, begging them to let him go to a sleepover one of his friends was holding. 

Honesty was the best policy, but one little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone as long as it was a secret, right?

You let out a shaky breath. “Can I spend the night at my friend’s too?” You wrapped your arm around your little brother. “I’ll even walk him over to his friend’s before going over there.” 

Your parents looked all too happy to agree, almost making you feel guilty for lying to them. “Of course you can!” Your mother beamed. “Just be careful, you two. Stay close to each other.” 

Walking up the stairs, you packed some things for your brother and then yourself, quickly grabbing a nice dress. It was your favorite one. Then you walked hand in hand with your brother, the sun setting which meant all the kids were already inside for the night and the teens and adults were wandering around doing gods know what. 

You almost chickened out when your brother nearly tripped from running towards the front door of his friends after giving you a quick hug. You took deep breaths as you hid behind one of the houses, getting dressed as quick as you could, praying that no one happened to walk or drive by as you did so. 

Satisfied,you made sure your hair was the way you liked it before you began walking once again. Going back and forth, you contemplated the pros and cons. 

On one side, it was a new experience. That’s what life was all about, wasn’t it? On the other hand, so many things could happen. You didn’t know anyone, and they could easily hurt you when it came down to it. Your small area in town was considered “safe” so you never had to worry about self defense. 

You discussed it with yourself the entire time, and before you knew it you were standing at the front door. There was music blasting, even outside you could feel the bass of drums and guitar in your chest. A bunch of cars were parked outside, most of them old and rusty, a few diamonds in the dozen that were squeaky clean with leather seats and a shiny paint job. For some reason those were the ones that you wanted to avoid. 

There were voices talking and screaming, so when you knocked, you doubted that anyone heard it but you still thought that it was polite to do it before opening the door and stepping inside. 

This wasn’t a place you’d consider your normal spot. Most of your friends would flip if they saw you even remotely in this area. 

It wasn’t trashy, that wasn’t the right word for it, and you didn’t want to be rude. It was a low income area, different from the suburbs you grew up in. The houses were a whole lot smaller and rural, kinda dirty but not too terrible. You looked around, hoping nothing went wrong tonight because you knew well nobody would be calling the police if you did. 

Nervously, you scanned the small (yet large, considering the size of the place) crowd, regretting your choice of clothing. Your dress was too clean, proper for this type of party. You hoped that you could find Keigo, or even Dabi fast. You shifted uncomfortably as some heads turned to get a good look at you. 

Luckily you didn’t have time to panic as you were getting stared at like you were a piece of meat, connecting with a pair of amber eyes. He’d been talking to a pair of girls, but at the sight of you he excused himself and made a b-line towards you. 

Keigo grinned and quickly wrapped his arms around you in a lazy hug. There was something charming about the blond, you couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him. You hugged him back. “I’m glad you could make it, kid. I was getting worried you weren’t going to come for a second there.” 

You smiled, tense. “I was thinking about it,” you admitted. “But I decided to say screw it.” 

He chuckled. “A drink will make you less tense, trust me. You can get it over there.”  He pointed, and you could hardly see the kitchen he was pointing to through the puffy clouds of smoke. 

You nodded, walking over there, missing Dabi that was right behind you, standing beside Keigo as he watched you worm your way through the crowd. 

Dabi shook his head, playfully hitting him. “I could kill you, you know?” 

His best friend let out a bout of obnoxious laughter. “But you won’t!” He jeered. “After all that I’ve done for you.” He pouted and rubbed his shoulder where Dabi punched him. “What was that for?” 

He rolled his eyes and scanned the crowd for you. “For annoying me. And for making (Y/n) come here without telling me first.” 

“There’s this thing called surprises, maybe you should pick up a book once in a while if you can’t tell what that is,” he teased. 

“Fuckin nerd.” Dabi pushed him back. “Thanks man, I’m going to go find her now.” 

You were easy to spot, Dabi almost laughed as he saw your dress. Not because you looked ridiculous, he thought you were cute enough to eat. You just looked like a lamb in a room full of wolves. And he knew others got whiff of that too, so before they could do anything stupid like make a move on you, he sauntered over to you. 

“Long time, no talk.” 

You looked at him, trying your hardest not to check him out. He was painfully attractive, and you could see why half the girls in town secretly drooled over him. “It’s only been… two weeks.” Two long, painful weeks, for the both of you, but for very different reasons. 

“Too long to be away from such a pretty face.” You waved him off, thinking that he was just joking. 

Dabi observed you, laughing when you took a sip of the drink you’d grabbed and scrunched your nose, nearly coughing from how strong it was, the liquor burning your throat all the way down. You set the solo cup down when you finished it. Your cheeks were already flushed, and you had that big, proud smile on your face that let him know it was your first time. 

He chuckled, turning and pouring you another drink. “Here, this should be more to your liking.” 

You took it, taking a cautious sip before your eyes widened. “This is good.” 

“There’s more where that came from.” 

It always amused him, maybe more than it should have, watching good little things like yourself let loose. He hoped you didn’t crash too fast. The night was only getting started. 

You were a lightweight, already laughing away and chatting away like you already knew everyone in the room. Your body buzzed, and you could understand why people liked the feeling so much. But all the new sensations got overwhelming quickly. 

You were getting hot, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and shirt clinging to your skin. Noticing, Dabi grabbed your hand, leaning into you. “Let’s step outside for a moment, c’mon.” 

You nodded your head and followed him, looking around at all the people and their different attire as he led you outside. You greedily inhaled the fresh air, relieved to get away from the clouds of smoke that were waiting for you back inside. 

“So.” He leaned back against the porch railing and looked at you. “How’re you handling Kai’s death? He was a piece of shit, but I’m sorry for your loss, I guess.” 

“Nothing.” You blurted out, feeling the giddiness you were feeling from the alcohol start to die down from the thought of your ex. 

Dabi looked at you, urging you with his eyes for you to explain. 

“I mean, I know that I should be more upset about it, sometimes I feel like a horrible person for not being torn up about it. But a little part of me feels... relieved.” You admitted, much to his shock. “I didn’t even want to be in a relationship with him, I just felt trapped, too pressured into staying with him to do anything. I guess a good chunk of it was because he wasn’t a good guy, not in the way most people thought him to be. I hated it, but could never do anything about it. And it just reminds me of my parents' relationship, pretending everything’s fine and dandy when it’s not. Felt like history repeating itself and I could do nothing about it.” 

Dabi listened in silence, processing everything you told him. It had to be the alcohol making you open up. He should’ve known you’d be a lightweight. 

You stopped and turned to him. “Sorry for ranting to you. I know what you’re thinking, poor little spoiled girl complaining about her life.” 

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think that. I know where you’re coming from.” He smiled bitterly. “The perfect ones are usually the ones with the most to hide.” 

You looked out at the other houses, each one worn down, in dire need of an upgrade. Despite not being in the best circumstances, you always admired how close Dabi’s community was.. “I’ve never thought of it that way. But you’re right… Thank you for understanding.”

Dabi nodded, brushing you off. “Yeah, whatever.” 

“No.” You walked over to him, having to look up at him. “I really do mean it. Thank you.” 

He bent down, a smirk making its way to his face. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think that you’re starting to take a liking to me.” 

A smile twisted your lips upwards. “Maybe I am,” you challenged, leaning up so you were almost kissing. 

“I would. But you’re not ready for that yet,” he mused. 

You always liked challenges. Before the logical side of you took over, the one you knew that would regret ever doing this, you closed your eyes, gently kissing him. 

Dabi immediately responded, arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you close until you looked like a couple making out with each other. A euphoric feeling rushed through him. Kissing you felt better than he ever imagined. 

You whined against his lips, grinding against him, your hands going to pull at his shirt. He groaned, slowly pulling away. You couldn’t tell it took all his willpower to do so. There were so many things he wanted to say, stuck in his throat, lingering on his smooth pink lips. But it wasn’t something that he wanted to say while you were drunk off your ass and most likely wouldn’t remember it the day after. 

He chuckled softly as you pouted, trying to kiss him again. “I thought you wanted me...” 

“I do want you.” You smiled as he pushed you against the wall, one hand balancing himself over you, pressing his forehead against yours. “But when I finally take you I want you to be aware. When I have you, you’ll be sober, and I’ll be the only thing that’s on your mind.”  

He gave you what you wanted, at least a little bit. A short, sweet kiss on the lips. Enough to feel the warmth of his mouth against your own, the faint taste of whiskey on his tongue. But it didn’t last as long as you would have liked. It was a teasing taste yet it still managed to take your breath away. 

Dabi looked smug as he pulled away, grabbing your hand. “Let’s get back inside. We’re missing all the fun.” 

You swore that you hated alcohol. Because once you did one shot, it was hard not to do another. Especially since you were in a rowdy crowd, basically pressing the small glass against your lips and encouraging you to drink it. In a blink of an eye one had turned into six. 

Everything all blurred together. You drank everything in the red solo cup that Dabi had given you. You couldn’t lie, you liked how the alcohol helped you get loose. You were dancing around, hugging the girls around you, cheering each other on and talking like you were close friends that have known each other for a while instead of complete strangers. 

You were grinding against Dabi, a rock and roll song your parents would’ve called the devil’s music and would beat you and send you directly to church if they knew what you were doing. 

Dabi wasn’t so different from Kai. But what made him more attractive was that he knew his flaws, and owned them with no hesitation. He didn’t hide behind a fake perfect appearance and you respected that. Maybe it was because he was off limits, or maybe it was because he felt like a breath of fresh air. 

The night flew by and you woke up on a raggedy old couch, your head pounding like a drum. The small house reeked of bad decisions. The scent of marijuana and alcohol blended together, and it did nothing but make your head pound even more in protest. You’d never had a hangover before, but you were relieved that you had enough experience taking care of Kai to know what to do. This was just the first time you were on the receiving end of it. You sat up, panicking when you saw someone walking out the hallway. 

Messy short blonde hair sticking up in every direction, a scar running down his forehead, you could tell that it’s been healed for a long time but even now it looked painful. He was wearing a white wife beater and black sweatpants, holding a half drank beer bottle in his hand. 

He paused for a second, obviously not expecting to come out to his living room to see someone sitting up on their couch so early in the morning. He took the cigar out of his mouth, letting out a puff and pointing it at you. “You look familiar. You were with Dabi, right?” 

Flustered, you nodded, getting off the couch. “Yes, I’m so sorry, I’ve never really drank that much before.” 

He shrugged. “It happens all the time. There’s a first time for everything.” 

You smiled nervously, looking around. You were glad that you hadn’t brought any valuables, because you would have surely lost it. “Dabi…” Did you kiss him last night?

Confused, he just decided to brush it off. “Take your time, kid. Don’t push yourself too hard, the first hangover is always the worst,” he warned.

“I won’t… Do you need help with anything? This seems like a lot of work to do for one person.” The place was trashed. Empty alcohol bottles thrown everywhere, trash and cigarette buts littered the ground, empty pizza boxes on the counter and floor. You tried to ignore the murky colored stains on the carpet. You’d feel guilty if you just left in this condition. 

“Nah. I have a few others coming over later on to help, thanks. But you know, come crash here anytime. You’re the only one that’s passed out here and offered to help clean up. I like you already.” 

Remembering the time, you were glad that he didn’t accept your offer. Your parents were most likely losing their minds right now. You smiled, waving him goodbye as you left. You liked him too, he seemed like a nice guy. Most of the people you knew would have lost it if a random person was still in their house after a party. Now that you had been in that position, you were glad he wasn’t one of those people. 

Rushing to your home, you knew how bad it was going to look. It was mid afternoon, you were supposed to be back home hours ago. First thing in the morning. You tried thinking of excuses you could use when you 

Your mother was pacing back and forth across the living room, and your father was sitting on the 

“You’re late, young lady.” He said in his stern voice. 

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time! It’s just, everything is slowly starting to go back to normal and I almost forgot how that feels.” You said honestly, hoping for once they’d let this slide. 

After blowing her nose, your mother rushed over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You know what happened to Kai! We just don’t want anything to happen to you as well.” 

“I’m an adult -” 

‘That still lives in our house. Which means you follow our rules. Now go upstairs.” 

Groaning, you begrudgingly did as you were told and went up to your room. You didn’t regret what you did, you needed to feel normal for once. So if you had to stay holed up in your room for a few days before your ridiculously strict father gave you permission to go out again, you would gladly do it. 

You glanced at your little brother as you walked past, who looked up at you with a smile. “If it helps, Miss. Fields baked a pie for you, as a get better soon gift, she said. 

Smiling, you ruffled his hair. “Well next time you stay over there tell her I said thank you.” 

The next few days passed slowly, and you found yourself staring up at the ceiling waiting for time to pass. Even if you didn’t agree with it, you understood that they were just worried about you. It still was upsetting, all you had was to reread your books. 

Your prayer was answered on Saturday night. You were in your room, having just finished dinner when there was a knock on the door. You didn’t think anything of it, it had been a few weeks sense Kai’s death and neighbors were still checking up asking how you were. 

“Is (Y/n) home?” You immediately perked up when you heard your friend’s voice. “We were going to take her to the drive-in as a surprise since everything that’s happened…” She trailed off, looking at your parents. She didn’t want to mention Kai’s name just in case. 

You were shocked, rushing down the stairs towards your friends who were talking to your parents. 

“I don’t know.” Your father sighed, shaking his head. “Now’s not really a good time. 

“Please!” You looked at your parents eagerly, you could tell your friends in the back were helping your cause, eagerly looking up at them. “We’ll take good care of (Y/n), Mr. and Mrs. (L/n)!” 

“Yeah, we won’t let her out of our site!” Chimed your other friend. 

Sighing, your father looked at your mother. When she gave a nod of her head he turned back to you. “Oh, alright. Go have fun.” 

“But not for too long!” Your mother added. “We expect you to be home before midnight.” Your three friends cheered, thanking your parents and quickly pulling you away before they could change their mind. 

You left the house laughing, linking arms with them as you skipped over to your friend's car. You sat in the back of your friend’s cherry red car, resting your head against the tan leather seat, enjoying the wind blowing in your hair as they drove off.

The drive in was one of the very few places you’d see everyone hanging out together. It was filled with either groups of friends like yours goofing around and enjoying the movie on the screen, or couples making out and hooking up in the back of their cars. 

“I’m going to go get a coke,” you told your friends once the car was parked. The line wasn’t too long, thankfully. Getting there at just the perfect time. You were about to get in the line, and perked up when you saw a familiar blond, deciding you’d go up to him real quick before you got your drink. 

You didn’t recognize anyone else in the group, but you thought it would be good to say hi to Keigo. He had been nothing but nice to you, after all. He was in the middle of a conversation, shrugging off his leather jacket and flipping it over his shoulder. 

It was rude to snoop, and you were just about to walk away when you heard your ex’s name. 

“So is it true? Dabi’s the one that finally took that Chisaki brat out?” They were gathered in a circle, all of them looking at him eagerly. 

“Yeah,” Keigo chuckled. “It was a real shit show, but you know Dabi. He only gave him what that shit head deserved.” 

“And stole his girl too.” Another added, making the group burst into laughter.

You stepped back, covering your mouth as you felt nauseous. You couldn’t believe that you’d given Dabi the benefit of the doubt, or any of his friends, for that matter. You just didn’t want to admit the rumors of them being dangerous was true. But now - you had to get out of here. And as much as you and Kai left on bad terms, he deserved justice. Well, his family at least deserved to know what happened that night. 

There was a guy with light blue hair and red eyes standing beside Keigo noticed you first. He nudged him, staring at you but Keigo was too into telling the story to notice until he hit his arm.

“Huh?” Golden eyes flickered towards you. “Oh, hey, (Y/n). I don’t know how much you heard but it isn’t what it sounds li-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when you turned around and made a b-line to where your friends were waiting for you. 

You didn’t hear him swearing to himself, pushing his friends back and going to the nearest payphone to alert Dabi of what was about to happen. 

You shakily returned to your group of friends, who looked concerned. “You look shaken up! Did one of those guys bother you again? I thought you went to get a coke.” 

Shaking your head, you leaned against the car. “No, nothing happened. They were out. I just saw someone who looked like Kai and it shook me up a little.” You felt bad for lying to your friends, especially when they looked at you like you were a wounded puppy. 

“Oh. If that’s the case do you want to go home?” Your friend on the driver's side spoke up first. 

You immediately nodded, glad you found a way out. “Yeah, I don't feel so great, so I’m just going to head back early. Don’t worry though! You guys stay here!” 

They looked hesitant. “Are you sure? We don’t mind leaving early, it’s no problem driving you there instead of walking.” 

You smiled and nodded, hugging them all. “I’ll be fine, it’s only about a fifteen minute walk, anyways. Besides, I need the fresh air,” you reassured them. Even though they weren’t sure about it, you were relieved that they let you go. 

Dabi’s place was around a half hour away. You walked there slowly, despite hearing the sound of thunder in the distance. Your parents would be wanting you home earlier cause of the rain, and would be scolding you for leaving your friends, but that was the least of your concerns. 

You were shaking even before the rain started. You were so furious that you weren’t thinking straight. Logically, you knew that you should’ve called the police, but you needed to hear it from him first. That it was true. 

Rain was pouring down as you stormed towards the front door, pounding on it as hard as you could. When there was a moment of silence, you starting knocking against it with both of your hands. “Dabi!” You screamed out. “Come on! I know you’re in there.” 

Dabi answered it wearing a white wife beater, exposing his muscles. “Well, well.” He crossed his arms, a lit cigarette dangling between his lips. “Finally come around, huh?” 

You pushed your wet hair out of your face as you looked up at him. “It was you! I know you killed him!” You were shaking as you stepped closer so he could hear you talk. “You shot Kai.”

He feigned innocence with a look of confusion. “Doll, I’m a lot of things but a killer isn’t one of them.” 

“Don’t lie to me! I know you did it! I --” You stopped for a second. You really didn’t have any hard proof that he did anything, besides overhearing something his friend said. “--I heard it. I just know. Keigo himself confirmed it.” 

Dabi laughed, playfully blowing smoke in your face. You immediately stepped back, waving it away. "So, what? You came here by yourself without any evidence, no backup, nothing, accusing me of murdering your ex boyfriend? That's cute. Now get your ass in here before you get yourself sick."

You knew it wasn't a good idea to do it. You should have said no and left, taking your chances out in the pouring rain, but you let him grab your wrist and pull you inside. 

“I don’t know if you remember the other night.” He went over to a closet and got out a towel, throwing it to you as you just stood there, water dripping. “But I wasn’t lying when I said I care about you, (Y/n).” 

Drying yourself off, you hesitantly sat down beside him when he patted the seat next to him on the couch. “I’m not sure what to believe anymore.” 

“You know why I go by Dabi, (Y/n)?” You shook your head, confused. You thought that was his name, everyone called him that. 

He smiled bitterly. "You might know me better as Touya."

You gasped. "Touya Todoroki? Like that boy who went missing years back?" It had been on the news for months when it happened, but as time went by they just considered him dead and the hype lowered considerably until people stopped talking about it all together.  

He nodded. "That's me. I ran away. I was homeless for a good month or two before I ran into Keigo and he helped me out. Took me in, made sure my bastard father would never find me. I tried to get my siblings out of there too but wasn't able to. Old man would have had me thrown into jail, or worse."

You felt horrible for him, though you were still confused. "I'm glad you got out of there... " You almost added the word safely but didn't. There was nothing safe about Dabi. "But why are you telling me this?"

The male shrugged in response, rolling the blunt. “You may not believe it, but I like you, doll, I really do. That’s why I want to help you, you remind me of myself in a way.”

Looking at what he was doing, you were shocked when he pressed the joint against your lips, the lighter in his other hand. “Inhale, but don’t do it too hard. Don’t want you to take too big a hit your first time.”

Dabi laughed as you broke into a fit of coughs. You don’t know what it was about Dabi that he managed to convince you to do things you’d normally never do, even when you were on edge. Not even Kai could get you to do things like that, no matter how hard he tried to persuade you. 

Just after a few minutes your mouth was dry and your eyes were red. It was a strange feeling, getting high. Everything felt so light. And when Dabi got you a glass of water, you just drank it, not noticing the bubbles in the water that weren’t supposed to be there, from the pill that just dissolved in it. 

After a minute or so, you were starting to feel different already. Your body felt heavy, like you couldn’t move because there was something heavy on top of you. Hazily, you looked at Dabi who had a grin on his face, making it clear that he had something to do with how you were feeling. 

“Wanna know something?” He pulled you into his arms and you groaned, lolling your head back as you were now on his lap. “I did kill that motherfucker you used to call a boyfriend. You wanna know why? He showed up in our spot shitfaced, pulled a knife on Shigaraki, waving it around claiming that he’d be doing the world a favor if he just killed him. Me too, for trying to take you away from him when he charged. So I took out my gun and shot him. Of course him and Kei helped me cover it up, him and his shitty friends deserve to die anyway, and we weren’t about to go down for that.”  

Numbly, you tried to turn away from him. A singular tear fell down your cheek, and you inwardly cringed as his thumb wiped it away and he cooed at you. “Aw, don’t worry, I don’t blame you. Not a bit, you were just blind to his true nature. He didn’t deserve you, hell, I don’t either. But that’s the difference between me and your ex, I’m willing to take what I want. Now get some rest, baby. You’re gonna need it.” 

You tried to fight the drug coursing in your system, your eyelids growing heavy as you barely realized that he was carrying you to his bedroom. You were out like a light the second you hit his bed.  

You knew you fucked up the moment you woke up. Your head throbbed in pain, your arms were uncomfortably above your head, and a cloth had been shoved into your mouth and tied around the back of your head. Aside from that, you would have been comfortable. You were dry, clothes no longer clinging to your skin. Instead of wearing an oversized shirt you could tell by the scent of ash that it wasn’t yours.

Dabi, you thought.

The thought about him sent a surge of panic to go through you, and you tried to sit up, only to be pulled back, a sharp pain shooting through your wrists. You were gagged and cuffed to his bed, it took your hazy mind a minute to process it. The moment you did you began to panic, thrashing around on his bed, kicking the blankets back as you did.

Dabi walked in a few minutes later, smoking another cigarette once again. 

He chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed and observing you. “You know, I’ve always had a thing for ya.” You were still struggling against the cuffs and screaming against the gag, but he was just admiring your beauty, paying it no mind. “I knew from the minute you walked past me that I would wife you up. Maybe that’s one trait I got from my old man. Todorokis can always appreciate beauty when we see it, and we always have to have it.” 

For a moment, you stopped struggling. You didn’t like the way he looked at you, like you were his most prized possession. It made chills go down your spine. 

“Won’t that be nice, doll? I can see it already. We’ll work together perfectly, you'll be such a good mommy, taking care of our kids. I'll always be there, making sure we always have bread on our table. And don't worry, I'll take care of you, my own little housewife."

You shook your head, trying to move away from him. There were so many things wrong with that sick fantasy of his. For starters, you despised the idea of being a housewife for anyone, let alone him. You had planned a future for yourself, waiting to hear back if you’d get the scholarship so you could leave this town once and for all. 

You started to cry, and not just because he was tearing your clothes to shreds with his pocket knife, trailing it down bare skin to show you what could happen if you squirmed around too much.

It made you feel a little better thinking this was always bound to happen. You wouldn't be surprised if he planned to kidnap you with the help of his best friends. Fate just hated you, going from one trapped relationship to the next.  

I hate you, you screamed in your mind.         

You couldn’t say anything with the gag in your mouth, but Dabi was still amused at the muffled swears that flew out of you as he placed his warm hands on your breasts. Licking his lips as his eyes scanned your bare body. You didn’t miss the predatory gleam in his eye, feeling like a prey about to get devoured by a ravenous beast. 

“You know, I wanted to kill the mother fucker long before I did just for kissing you.” Feeling himself getting heated at the thought of your ex, he shook it off. “That doesn't matter anymore, because I’m going to have the rest of your firsts.” 

Tears burned in your eyes as his warm hands ran down your body. His cerulean eyes connected with yours as he rubbed your slit, chuckling when you gasped and almost closed your thighs around his hand. “Are you scared, baby? Never been given the pleasure that you deserve before, huh?” 

You wanted to deny it, but you couldn’t get yourself to shake your head as he gently rubbed your clit with thumb. Smiling at your small moan, he slowly pushed his finger inside you, making your eyes go wide. 

“So tight. You’re doing so good,” he praised,slipping another finger inside you and began pumping his fingers. You started to whimper as you felt your stomach get all warm from the pleasure. You’d touched yourself a few times before, but it had never felt like that. “Yeah? You like it, huh?” His fingers were starting to get coated with your juices he finally pulled away. He licked his fingers, groaning at the taste of your pussy. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely ready now.” 

You went stiff when he stood back up, slowly taking off his clothes. There were tattoos on his chest and stomach, and you tried to distract yourself as he completely got naked. You didn’t understand why Dabi was doing this, he was extremely attractive, You knew he had no problem getting girls, so you didn’t understand why he was doing this to you. 

“You’re mine,” he said softly before he pushed into you. Your eyes went wide, not used to the sudden intrusion. It hurt, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant given how wet he’d gotten you. It took all his will power to continue the slow pace sinking into you. His cock throbbing as your walls sucked him in. The sting was still there as he bottomed into you, but he waited. When he shifted and you didn’t cringe, he started to thrust into you. 

It was confusing, your mind spinning from the mixed signals your body was sending you. But Dabi knew what he was doing, knew exactly what to do to make your body open up to him. You couldn’t tell if  that was worse or not, trying to get you to accept him by using your body. His hips pressed against yours with each testing thrust. 

He undid your gag and threw it to the ground, pressing his lips against your own as he kept a steady pace that worked for the both of you. The sound of skin slapping against skin started to fill the room, ringing in your ears as he groaned. 

“Fuck, Dabi!” You cried out, clenching your fists together, overwhelmed at everything that you were feeling. It felt good, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. The pleasure making your sensitive body shake. “I think I’m gonna -” 

“Cum.” He growled. He’d already been so close, but until he felt you cum around his cock he wasn’t going to yet. 

You nearly screamed as you felt yourself unravel, your toes curling from the sheer force of your first orgasm. You swore you felt tears in your eyes from it, shaking as Dabi quickly followed, his cum thick and warm shooting inside you. 

It took a lot out of you, barely noticing the way his hand pressed against your stomach, looking down at you with a strange look in his eye. It was wishful thinking, but you prayed that your first time wasn’t enough to get you pregnant. Your high was gone quickly, the weight of what just happened crashing into you hard, almost feeling numb. 

He was panting, rolling over before pulling you into his arms. You winced, feeling like your sweaty body was glued to  his own as your back was pressed against his chest. 

“I love you,” Dabi said softly as he kissed your neck, closing his eyes. 

Tears ran down your face as he started to fall asleep. You just laid there, still cuffed to his bed. A position that you knew you’d have to get used to.

[nymphthesimp]

@celabi just for you. how do you think the reader would react if they found out?

cw: scara being especially gross, cooking with cum, reader unkowningly eating cum, stolen panties, fingering, squritng, overstimulation, scara collecting his cum, mention of scummy Xiao and Heizou, really just a lot of cum being used for cooking.

Cleaned up scummy scara is still scummy. even though he’s your boyfriend, he still is gross. He always made him lunch so he wanted to like cook for you to, and he actually turned out to be really good at it when he actually tried to learn but one day he had the bright idea to use his cum as an ingredient.

When he first gave it to you, he so was nervous. Would you be able to tell? Would you be disgusted if you found out? Would you break up with him? Perhaps get off on it? Surprisingly, you couldn’t tell you were even gave an audible moan like you know the ones where you taste something so good it gives you a foodgasm? (if you have yet to experience this i hope you do one day it changes the way you look at food i swear to the archons)

“This is so good you’ll have to make it again for me sometime.“ You we’re pretty much singing his praises.

You have no idea the monster you just created. He starts to replace ingredients that like call for like salt or hell mix it with condensed milk. You’re always confused on why he refuses to let you watch him cook always says

“I can’t give away my secret recipes.“ Or something along those lines.

Hell probably he even eats it with you. He doesn’t want to be suspicious and he’s already taste tested it after all.

He always keeps a close eye on you. He watches each of your reaction so he can tell if he added too much, or if he could add more.

Scummy Scars also gets a sick pleasure out of watching you share like your lunch with scummy Xiao or Heizou he doesn’t know why, but it’s like gives him a superiority complex. Normally he would hate seeing you share but knowing it’s with those assholes I think he just can’t help but feel better than them. You like his food so much that you want other people to try it and they’re also eating his come.

He even starts to like eat better so his cum is gonna taste better. I don’t know it’s just something that he’s really in love with doing. I really it’s not hard for him to cum especially since has your stolen panties in his back pocket. They’re his favorite since they were the ones he fingered you in. He just pushed the crotch over so he could slip his fingers into the warm wetness of your pussy. He fingered you until you were completely overstimulated and squirting he didn’t stop until you had a dry orgasm. Sometimes he’ll suck on them other times he’ll just smell the and on rare occasions he’ll jerk off with them around his cock.

Oh he probably has a mini fridge hidden somewhere, like one of the little red Coca-Cola ones? To seem less suspicious he might have different was of storing it.

• He hides it in those tinted reusable protein shake bottles.

• He has a mason jar that used to have salve for a scrape he acquired. The only reason he used it was because you bought it for him at Bubu Pharmacy and it was expensive. He cleaned out the jar and said it was more of the salve just in case

• Cartons of condensed milk

He’s constantly looking for more ways just incase you find the fridge but as of now he’s safe.

[aita-blorbos]

( 🍤 for tracking purposes. And this is a different POV from an earlier situation.)

Am I the jerk for confronting a shopkeeper over his scummy business practices?

Ugh. Can’t believe I’m doing this. But I’m hiding out from some monsters right now, and it’s better than doing nothing.

I (M, idk and idc. Young I guess?) used to be a part of this dumb kids show. I only participated because I was bored. Not because I wanted to teach kids or anything. Teaching lessons is so boring!!! Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. I had to work with my fellow toons and interact with kids and stuff. And I’m sure you can tell how I felt towards them all.

To tell you the truth, I actually liked it when people stopped showing up at our home, cuz’ then I didn’t have to be a part of the show anymore. The only problem was when toons started going crazy for no apparent reason. We called these guys Twisteds (this is relevant later.)

Out of all the toons, the one I probably dislike the most would be D (M, don’t care. 5 or 6?) D runs a supply shop which is all fun and dandy, but I noticed that he rarely had good stuff for sale. Just useless junk food and cheap trinkets.

It didn’t help that he only accepted VHS tapes. Those things are hard to get, man! And his prices were seriously inflated. After the umpteenth time of getting tapes just to find he had nothing good in stock, I knew something had to be done.

So as any rational toon would, I snuck into the back of D’s shop when he went on a scavenging mission. If he thinks he’s gonna get ME to work my butt off just to buy some junk he thought wrong! Anyways, I start ‘borrowing’ his extra tapes (he had boxes and boxes of the things!) when D shows up again.

He starts YELLING at me to drop the tapes, to which I said no. I told him that he was saving all of the good items for himself, and that his prices were unfair. I wish I could have taken a photo of his face!! The smug, proud D pushed off of his high horse. If I didn’t do it, then surely someone else would eventually.

Dangit. Going on a side tangent again. So I was messing with D, and he kept trying to snatch the tape out of my hand.

To further tease him (as “friends” do), I push a shelf, causing a big box to fall over. Surprise surprise, it’s full of tapes. But D stopped going after me at that point. He just. Froze. And kneeled down by the box of spilled tapes. As the others enter the room to see what the heck is going on, I’m briefly considering if what I did was too much.

That consideration was short lived, as D freaking twisted in front of our eyes!! Twisted? Twist-ified? I dunno!! But he turned into a monster, and beat the stuffing outta me!! This one girl and these twins who I tolerate (F, and both M. They’re both like 5) managed to calm D down, before another guy knocked him out. But not before me, and a few others, were seriously injured. Who knew an angry flower could pack such a punch?!

…I didn’t stick around much longer, especially when D started waking up. Everyone was glaring at me and refusing to even come near, so I knew I wasn’t welcome anymore. Fine by me. I never liked them anyways, and it didn’t help that they all took D’s side. I’ve been wandering the lower levels of our home in search of a place to stay, and now you’re all caught up. So am I really the jerk for messing with D in the first place? I still think he could have run his shop better.

Edit: quit asking what floor im on its not like im gonna tell you. Its also gotten hard to type so no nore edits

Edit 2: MY MOUGTH IS GON WHWRE IS MY MOUTH

[merakiui]

scummy, sleazy floyd who messages you randomly one day (just like him, most of his texts are often sporadic and spontaneous, but somehow he always texts when you’re available—as if it’s some psychic skill of his) and asks if you’re doing anything for new years. your friends who are in relationships are busy and you’re really not looking to third wheel, and friends who aren’t have their own separate, personal plans. this leaves you perfectly alone. you consider turning him down because you know the new year will be rung in with you and floyd rolling around in his bed and you’ll be stuck wondering if anything more will come out of this situationship. but then what else did you have planned for the evening? as fun as sitting around and drinking champagne is, you wouldn’t mind the company, even if that company is coming from your fuck buddy. besides, it might be fun. floyd always knows how to pull you out of your own head when you start to worry.

so you pack an overnight bag, as you have plenty of times in the past, and you arrive to his apartment within the hour. it’s jade who opens the door, greeting you with that pleasant smile of his. it stretches just a tad wider when floyd leaps over the sofa in an effort to get to the front door and shoo jade away so he can drag you inside. it’s adorably humorous to see him so enthusiastic. he’s even wearing those goofy sunglasses that are molded into the shape of the new year.

you weren’t expecting to be treated to an entire buffet for dinner. floyd tells you jade made too much, and jade tells you it was floyd who spent hours in the kitchen preparing every dish. he even prepped some of the ingredients last night, which you find unlikely because you know floyd’s not one to plan in advance or follow rules by the book. you’re not sure who to believe, but it doesn’t change the fact that the food is delicious.

at some point, between discussing resolutions and arguing over whether or not they’re pointless, you find yourself watching tv with floyd. jade’s slinked off to somewhere (likely his bedroom), which leaves the two of you alone in front of the large flatscreen. floyd, expert in silly icebreakers, asks a curious question when your previous conversation stalls out into silence.

“what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do during the holidays? can be anything ya think of. somethin’ cheesy or somethin’ sexy. doesn’t matter s’long as it’s somethin’ ya’ve always wanted to do.”

you sense there’s an encroaching punchline to this question, so you don’t take it seriously when you jokingly answer with: “have sex in front of a fireplace.”

floyd blinks at you, allows your reply to sink in, and then, completely stone-faced, reaches for the remote to change the screen to that of a ten-hour magitube video of a real life crackling fireplace. you stare at it, watching the flames flicker and pop. your gaze slides to floyd next. he’s looking at you with an expectant grin, and there’s a glimmer of hope in those two-toned eyes of his.

oh, he’s actually serious about the fireplace…

[mortispoxi]

https://videogames.si.com/news/disco-elysium-dev-zaum-layoffs

Today it was announced that Studio ZA/UM's upper management has not only decided to let a third of its employees go but has subsequently canceled the majority of the projects the studio had been working on and let me tell you I… am not the least bit surprised and find the whole thing rather ironic. (rant incoming)

First and foremost, before anyone tries to twist my words I am not celebrating people losing their jobs, especially now that the UK is in a recession. No, what I am highlighting is the irony of it all. These employees, some of whom if you recall argued with fans that Robert Kurvitz's dismissal was all his fault and we were buying into the auteur theory for the last two years, are finding out they were not the exception after all and that upper management can and will do the same thing they did to Kurvitz and co once they've outlived their usefulness. We all knew this was going to happen sooner rather than later but it’s still devastating to know that so many people are going to be affected by the greed of these conmen. The other shoe has finally dropped, and these are the unfortunate repercussions.

Kompus's decision to lay off a third of the employees, some of which have been part of the studio since its inception, does not come as a surprise to anyone who has been paying attention. It's been more than obvious that it was a matter of time before they would drop the façade of a caring boss to reveal their true nature. These employees running to the press crying about their future redundancy is acknowledging a truth those looking in from the outside always knew; the investors are slowly squeezing the life out of the company and no one, not even the founding members of ZA/UM, are safe from being snuffed out by these money grabbing conmen because nothing is sacred to them. This goes beyond just another game studio letting swaths of developers go over the past year and a half because a) at the time of me writing this the studio has not released another game so firing everyone on project X7 seems a bit overkill when you can potentially transfer them to one of the two projects they’re confirmed to still be working on especially when the company is already so small, and b) this is a well-established pattern of morally bankrupt behaviors the investors engage in whenever they encounter anyone who will interfere with maximizing their gross income.

The irony of it all is that these people are now turning around and finally crying mismanagement when Kurvitz had warned them, even before he got fired (and multiple times after), that yes, the investor’s mismanagement is the reason things fell apart so quickly and only now are they seeing he had been right all along. If they truly believed the same wouldn't eventually befall them like it had with their former coworkers, then I'm sorry but that one’s on them to reconcile with. There is no reason for anyone to still be defending the studio at this point since, again, it's pretty clear the investors did this to maintain control over money rather than their excuse that they care about the well-being of their employees. It doesn't exactly take a brainiac to realize the investors have been lying this entire time about the reason why the studio has such a toxic work environment when the guy they accused of being the source of the toxicity has been gone for 3 years and yet the studio’s environment remains the same, ya know? The investors don't care, they never cared, and this is just the consequence of believing that they ever cared to begin with catching up to these people.

Robert Kurvitz was right, continues to be right, and will always be right about how scummy the investors are, and the sooner people acknowledge this the sooner it’ll take to put the IP rights back in the hands of its rightful owner.  

[thepervymermaid]

Guard Dog

Warning(s): (Spoilers for Book 5) Yandere themes, manipulative darling, violence

Character(s): Deuce Spade

More twst! Request are open (◕‿◕✿)

After seeing how Deuce acted towards Epel during book 5 It got me thinking about him with a weaker darling.

I feel like he’d turn into a rabid dog. He wants to be an honor student so badly, make his mother proud, and show you just how good of a student and influence he is. He wants you to be comfortable around him and to trust him, but there’s always some scummy student lurking around every corner trying to hurt you.

Really they’re not. In fact, you get along with most of the students in NRC, but he’s convinced they all have bad intentions toward you and you just can't see it. He’s pretty delusional in his belief that you're in danger, even when no one is around. He’s even got angry at Ace for being too rough with you…

… and you love it. No, you're not weak, not in the slightest. Whether you have magic or not, doesn't matter. You’ve learned to handle yourself in this school, but there’s something so endearing about seeing Deuce act so protective over you. It’s not like you're even pretending to be frail, he just decided on his own that he needed to protect you, and you never corrected him.

So when he snaps a student's arm in half for grabbing you too hard and gives another one a bloody nose for talking to you rudely, you only wipe the blood off his hands and thank him for protecting you once again, maybe pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

Poor Deuce practically melts into a puddle, stuttering out words of devotion, and promises to continue protecting you. In his mind, this isn’t a bad thing. There’s no possible way he could still be a delinquent because he is doing this for you. He’s doing it for love.

[seraphfighter]

Hey! 3 for the OTP prompts! ❤️❤️❤️

3. Write about your ship holding hands in a tense moment.

Listen, I do not know how this turned into a 1.6k-word piece, but it did. For some context, this is set in my modern au, because in the canon au Val would simply not put up with this, the badass merc that she is. (and you can blame @glitchinginthegarden for the idea)

To anyone reading, be advised: This fic has references to past abuse and features a man being creepy and scummy in general.

The night air feels refreshing after being in the stuffy bar all night. 

V retreats to the entrance of the alleyway next to the bar's main doors. Leaning back against the brick wall, she pulls out her pack of cigarettes and places one between her lips to light it. She takes a deep drag and exhales, the smoke billowing out in front of her. God, she’s worn out. Nights with Judy are fun but she can only handle being crowded against a bunch of drunk people for so long. It’s not her scene. 

Checking the time, V pulls her phone out of her pocket. 10:03 PM. Johnny should be here soon. He’d agreed to pick her up coming back from a late night at the studio. Shockingly, he didn’t whine about her lack of a car this time. Probably because she’s sleeping over at his place. She’d been planning on it anyway and she wasn’t going to hop on her bike after a couple of drinks, even though she doesn’t feel the effects of the alcohol. 

She occupies her time by scrolling through her feed on her phone while she smokes. Hearing footsteps to her right, she doesn’t think anything of it until a deep voice asks, “Got a spare cig?” 

V glances up at the man coming to a stop by her side. Already, she’s annoyed. She has no interest in talking to a random stranger. Hoping he’ll take the cigarette and leave her alone, she pulls out her pack and passes him one. “Thanks,” the man says, mustering what appears to be his best attempt at a charming grin as he uses his own lighter to light it. 

She doesn’t respond and returns her attention to her phone. But as her luck has it, the man doesn’t leave and keeps speaking, “What are you doing out here all by yourself?” 

Fuck, she knows where he’s going with this. “Not interested,” she responds flatly, not bothering to look up from her phone. 

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that. I’m just saying a pretty woman shouldn’t be out here by yourself like this.” Out of her peripherals, she sees him move a step closer. She moves a step back. 

Unease begins to curl in her gut. She shuts her phone’s screen off but keeps it in her hand with a tight grip as she turns her attention to the man. “I said, I’m not interested.” 

The man blatantly drags his eyes over her body and she fights back a shudder. A picture of false innocence, he tilts his head. “I’m just trying to be friendly here. Night City’s dangerous you know, it’s not safe for a woman as beautiful as you to be here alone. Something bad could happen.” 

God, you can’t be a woman and go anywhere without being harassed anymore. V throws her cigarette down on the ground and uses her boot to smother it with more force than necessary. “I can handle myself, thanks.” She’ll just wait inside the bar for Johnny. Hoping that this will be the end of the conversation, V moves to step past him, but the man is faster, blocking her path. He approaches her and it’s not until she backs up that realizes he’s got her cornered against the wall. 

Her heart leaps into her throat. Fuck, fuck. She glances to the side to see if there’s anyone within sight, but they’re alone. 

“Let me at least walk you inside, then. I’ll buy you a drink.” When he speaks, she can smell the bourbon on his breath. Markus. Backed into the corner of their room. Her palms are clammy.

She feels like she’s going to be sick. 

“What? So you can spike it? Fuck off.” She tries to move past him but again, he blocks her. 

The man’s not that much taller than her but she feels small beneath his stare. “Where are you going? We’re just having a friendly conversation.” He flicks the last of his cigarette to the side and braces his hand against the wall above her. 

She could knee him in the balls and make a run for it. V’s fast and the man is clearly drunk. It’d be easy to outrun him, right? Why doesn’t she have her pocket knife on her? She should know better than to not carry it. 

“Choom, back the fuck off right now.” She’s proud of how steady her voice sounds. 

“Or what?” 

The screech of tires against the asphalt of the parking lot echoes down the alleyway. Before she can process it, the man is being hauled back and away from her. The man stumbles away and then Johnny’s in front of her, his back to her. With a hard shove, he has the offending man crashing into the opposite wall. Johnny spares a glance at her, his face contorted in an anger she’s not used to seeing on him, before he advances on the man. 

“The fuck did you think you were doin’, huh? She told you to back the fuck off!” His voice is a loud angry growl, akin to some of his vocals in his songs. 

The man holds his hands up. He looks terrified, the confidence he was exuding with her long gone. “I-I didn’t mean anything by it man!”

“Cut the bullshit!” Johnny barks. “Didn’t mean anythin’ by it? So you think it’s okay to harass my girl when she tells you to back the fuck off?!” 

V hates how hearing Johnny refer to her as his girl makes her feel all fuzzy inside, even in this situation. 

“I didn’t know! She didn’t say she had a boyfriend!” 

Pathetic. This man is pathetic. V steps forward but still keeps herself behind Johnny. “ It doesn’t matter, I told you I wasn’t interested. It’s the same fucking principal,” she snaps. 

Johnny’s fists clench down at his sides. “Well? You aren’t fuckin’ deaf! You still think it’s okay?  I should teach you a lesson right now, you piece of shit. Maybe then you’ll get it through your thick skull to leave women alone.” 

“I’m sorry!” The man almost looks close to tears. 

In the parking lot and near the entrance to the alleyway, people are starting to gather. Their yelling is drawing a crowd. V sees more than a few phones with the cameras facing them. They need to get out of her before Johnny’s recognized. 

V grasps his hand, forcing his fist to unclench so she can weave her fingers through his. She doesn’t know if it’s his hand trembling or hers. Johnny looks over at her and beneath the anger, she can see concern for her. 

“Johnny, he’s not worth it.” Subtly, she flicks her eyes over to the crowd gathering and he turns his head to glance. She keeps her voice pitched low, “We need to get out of here.” 

Oblivious, the man keeps babbling. “I won’t do it again, I promise!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Johnny snarls at him. 

“Johnny.” She tugs on his hand, more insistent this time. “Let’s go.” 

He wants to fight her on it, she can tell, but ultimately he steps back. He turns to leave but not before growling to the man, “Get out of here. I better not see your fuckin’ face again or I’ll bash your skull in.” 

Hearing a few murmurs of Johnny’s name, V keeps her head low and turned away as they retreat from the alley, still not used to the public attention. Johnny, as usual, is unbothered. He keeps his head held straight and high as they make the short walk to the Porsche. As soon as they're sat inside, he peels out of the parking lot, gripping her hand tightly where it rests on the center console. 

The farther they get from the bar, the more adrenaline V feels fade out of her body. The glass of the window is cool against her forehead as she rests against it. She closes her eyes and focuses on her breathing until her heart rate slows and there’s no longer bile climbing up her throat. 

She doesn’t notice Johnny pulling over until they're stopped along the side of an unbusy street. Lifting her head from the window, she turns to ask Johnny what he’s doing, but he doesn’t give her a chance before his free hand cradles the side of her face and his lips are on hers. V exhales through her nose and melts into it, languidly kissing him until he pulls away. His eyes dart over her face. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks quietly and tucks her hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah.” When her voice comes out shaky, she clears her throat and tries again, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little shaken up is all.” She tightens her grip on his hand as she pauses for a moment, gnawing on the inside of her lip. She debates on continuing. “Memories and all that, y’know.” 

Understanding fills Johnny’s features. “Shoulda let me beat the fucker up,” he mutters darkly. “Teach him a lesson.” 

“The last thing we need right now is you getting a criminal offense. You know that.” She smiles wryly. “The media would have a hay day with it, though.” 

He scoffs, “The media’s published worst things about me. Still doesn’t make it right, what he did. What either of them did.” 

She blinks past the threat of tears. Dropping her head to his shoulder, she breathes in the familiar smell of tobacco and cyprus. “I know.” Johnny pets the back of her head, toying with her hair and if he notices a few tears soak into the fabric of his jacket, he doesn’t say anything. “Can we just go home, get some greasy takeout, drink too much, and watch a shitty movie?” 

Home. She doesn’t even care she called his place that. In her heart, it is home. 

He presses a kiss to her temple. “Course we can, Val.”

[xenascribbles]

Really sorry it's feeling like a scummy day so early, especially when your birthday was just yesterday. Hopefully it turns around soon in some fashion.

anon, i don’t think my “friend” is really my friend and i think im figuring this out today. this is gonna get personal, you don’t have to read it, but i have to say it.

this “friend” has a history of using people. of expect them to support and provide for her. she does nothing to save her own money or try to be independent at all. she’s 25 and she owes hundreds of dollars to her roommate, owes thousands to the same roommate bc she gave her her car. i had to pick her up today bc she had a flat tire and can’t afford to fix it - but she spends all of her money on bullshit like edibles and fancy rocks and stupid shit she doesn’t need instead of trying to pay back the people in her life or take care of herself.

anyway. just a little backstory to the type of person she is.

yesterday, she didn’t at all tell me happy birthday. it feels like a silly, unimportant thing for me to upset about, but i think it’s a smaller part of a bigger issue of her not thinking about anyone else but herself. she messaged me a bad joke yesterday, but never said happy birthday.

and then today, i had to drive 30 minutes out of my way, leave an hour early, and will have to take another 30 out of my time to take her home. i don’t expect any type of compensation for gas money because that’s not the type of person she is. and to be clear, i don’t ask for gas money from my friends. they’re my friends and i will do anything for them.

except when they stop being my friend and just start expecting things from you. i have been friends with her for as long as we’ve been able to drive, and i think she’s driven us somewhere once in all that time.

it’s exhausting. i might have to cut back on my time with her after this.

and maybe it’s petty, but i won’t be telling her happy birthday later this month when it’s her time.