#well... I suppose that's not true. it's not in Scum Villain.

[mikkeneko]

watching Jiang antis go, as a Scum Villain reader, never ceases to be kind of wild

[mortifiedatbeingknown]

"Power Transfer"

Masterpost:

“I’m sorry, pet. If there was any other way I could do this without hurting you… you know I would do so in a heartbeat, right?” 

Whumpee nodded, gratefully leaning into the touch as Villain gently stroked the top of his head. “For the good of the world, Master.” He reminded softly. 

“Yes. To maintain order and peace, so the empire may never fall.” 

“And to crush the rebels, who grow stronger by the day.” Maybe Whumpee shouldn’t have added that last part. Villain hated how strong his enemies were, how desperate he was to defeat them. It was the only reason he was forced to do this to them, over and over. 

Sure enough, the punishing slap came swift and strong. “Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that! Not when we’re on the verge of breaking them. Not when we’re this close, do you hear?” 

Whumpee nodded enthusiastically, their eyes lighting up with relief. They’d been close to victory for so long...so long… maybe this was the day. Maybe this was the last session. And the Villain wouldn’t have to chain him up anymore. Villain wouldn’t have to cry over having to treat him so badly. And Villain could be happy… and Whumpee would be the one who made him happy. He would have been useful. He would have been good… The thought alone made him squirm in happiness. 

“T-torture me, Master.” He begged, before Villain had a chance to ask him like he usually did. “My pain is yours to transfer. Give it to your enemies.” He was so good, he even added a “Please.”

Whumpee was rewarded with a brief chuckle that sent his heart fluttering in joy. Villain was happy! And it was him who cheered him up! “Very well, my little pet,” He said as he reached for a disciplinary instrument. “And who would you like to make suffer today?” 

They made sure to keep their eyes down, even though that was the hardest

part. If he didn’t know what was coming, neither would the enemy, and the pain would be even worse for both of them. If he had the choice, Whumpee would have wanted the cane. But the choice today was different, and that was good, because Whumpee knew just the right answer that would make Villain pleased. 

“...Superhero…” 

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“I’m telling you, you can’t do this! My men fought and killed and died to free all who were hurt by Villain’s reign, and that would include Whumpee right here, too!” 

“With all due respect, “Superhero”, they were the entire reason so many died. Everyone who went insane or died in their sleep?” A harsh boot knocked Whumpee to the ground. “It was this scum’s pain that did it. He deserves the same fate as anyone else.” 

And I took it all. All like a good boy. 

“You’d kill a victim for being abused? Excuse me, but I didn’t depose a sadistic tyrant to have another put in his place!” 

    "We would never. But this is not a victim. All testimony we could gather from him points to him being in league with Villain." At least, any testimony Whumpee gave before Villain had hissed at him to be quiet. Their mouth was now sealed, and nothing would make him open up again. 

   “Superhero's” voice had dropped to a whisper. "Do you know how much pain was transferred to me? The sound of ripping of fabric tore through the air, and there were audible gasps. "His scars match my own. If his only crime is being hurt, then I'm as much to blame as he is!" 

  Whumpee nodded in agreement. Finally she had said something true! After hours and days of lies… it was nice to hear, even if it didn't make up for the "death sentences", and "new government" and "defeated evil" trash. Villain would never be defeated. But then what was going on? Maybe he wasn’t supposed to know. Maybe… but whatever was happening, could it stop? The light was hurting his eyes, even if Whumpee was keeping him closed. The new chains were too tight, and every voice was slandering Villain like there would be no punishment for it. Was this a test? Yes, yes, a test. And Villain was counting on him not to fail. 

I’ll be loyal. 

The words above him float out and through. It was a babble of meaningless noise. Meaningless, blasphemous noise. Who cared if it was growing louder? He was being good enough to not be punished by strangers. 

I won’t fail. 

A hand touched his shoulders. Whumpee snapped at it and rolled over. Hah! He couldn’t be fooled with any old gloved hands. Those weren’t Villain’s gloves, and Whumpee was good enough to know the difference.

I’ll be loyal. I won’t fail. I’ll be loyal. I won’t fail. 

I’ll be--

Whumpee bit back a cry as an enemy grabbed at his chains and dragged him backwards. 

I’ll-

A smaller hand grabbed at his waist and hoisted him so that Whumpee was forced to stand up, against even his best efforts. No! He had to fight. He had to kneel! 

I can’t fail, I can’t fail I can’tfailcan’tfailcan’tf--

The next voice pierced through to his soul. “This is now your charge, Superhero. Any trouble they cause will be on your shoulders, and we trust you to punish it accordingly.” 

Whumpee’s thoughts froze. Punish? 

no. No. NO. “No!” The thoughts had become so loud they pushed through his lips. “You can’t do that! Only the Master can. Master!” 

His cry was cut off by a sharp cuff to the head. Whumpee’s eyes widened in horror. Villain never hit him there. “The rebels can take your pain,” He would say, “But they’ll never take your brains. I like your character too much to lose it, so let’s take care of it, shall we?” Villain would never let anyone touch his head either. Why wasn’t he scolding them? He struggled harder, and was smacked again even as Superhero’s voice cried out in protest. 

That was it. They weren’t going to follow the rules he wasn’t either. In a burst of rebellion he opened his eyes to a giant, crowded chamber filled with eyes, all staring at him, judging him, pinning him down as he begged and pleaded for Master, Master, 

“Master?”

Villain… His Villain stared helplessly back, in even more chains than Whumpee deserved. No...No! He froze, his eyes filling with tears. Villain… His poor, sweet Master tied up like a dog. It made him sick. What was going to happen to him? What was going to happen to Whumpee? If Master wasn’t around to protect him, then...then… 

“I’m sorry.” Villain mouthed. “You be a good boy now, OK?” 

“Master!” 

Whumpee flailed even harder, kicking and clawing get away, to be free, to be at his rightful side next to Villain. If any voice tried to stop him, he screamed louder, fighting until the very last scrap of him could be given to the cause. He would die if he had to, die loyal and brave and--

His screams died in his throat halfway. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t move!” A cruel snicker from behind it confirmed the attacker. “There. That should do it. Gotta say, I don’t pity you a bit, Superhero. You sure you’re not regretting it already?”

“Not a bit. The poor thing is just scared out of his mind, and you’re not doing him any favors!.” The smaller hands now picked him up, and he had no option but to let them. “Besides, if no one here has the heart to take care of him, I will. 

Whumpee’s heart stopped. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t! Rebels were “taken care of”. Traitors were “taken care of”. He’d been good! He’d been loyal! He’d been-- The realization crashed over him with the force of a club. He’d been good...for Villain. He’d been loyal...to Villain. These were rebels. Enemies, barbarians, scum… What Master was trying to protect him from. In their hands… he was nothing. A speck of dust. A burden. A burden who had just shown he could scream really, really well. 

Tears flowed from his eyes freely, with no barrier to stop them. He couldn’t help it. Everything was gone, everything he and Villain had worked toward… and the freedom he had worked for so very well and so very hard was never going to come. It had all been a lie, like the voice that whispered nonsense in an attempt to sound soothing, or the way his eyes were closed by a hand that proceeded to stroke his hair, like it could ever replace his Master. 

Master...I’m never going to see Villain again… 

That brought on a new wave of tears, and a new wave of murmurs. “Shhh...shhh...it’s going to be alright now. I’ll get you out of here, and everything’s going to be alright…”

No...No it wasn’t. It never would be. But maybe if he tried hard enough, he could pretend. Pretend he was back, safe underground. Pretend that the cuffs fit perfectly, and his knees were recently bandaged. Pretend that the hand currently stroking his hair was not of his worst enemy, but of Villain, soft and smooth, and caring. That this was all just a bad dream, and he’d wake up to the sweetest words he could ever hear: 

“Well done, my little pet. You took that wonderfully.” 

[kittyfuckincheshire]

💙COLD💙 dabi x reader

You were walking home from picking up some essentials from the corner store by your apartment when you bumped into someone. Oh apologies I was not looking were I was going. Well look what we have here a little lady like yourself shouldn't be walking alone this late at night.well excuse but I can take care of my self and I'm almost home so if you'll excuse me I mist be getting home.hold on there what's the rush? Why don't you stay and keep me and my buddies company for awhile yeah? No thank you I'm good. I don't think you understand it wasn't an offer... The man quirky grabbed you by the wrist but you were faster and kicked him hard in the gut. One of the others ran to tackle you but you dodged and kicked him in the back. Just as the third guy was coming up behind you with a punch a burst of blue flames shot right by you. Hey three against one doesn't seem fair hmm? Huh mind your own business and walk away freak. Hmm no. Another bright blue blast of flames came dying by you. You had barley dodged when they hit the man behind you burning him alive. The other two ran off as quickly as they could.

Thank you...? Dabi. Well then thank you dabi. Aren't you scared? Why would I be you just saved me? I just killed that guy though aren't you scared? No in my point of view you just rid this world of scum that doesn't deserve to walk it I mean come on the second you let him go he would have just gone down a few blocks got more beer and wait for another girfn Hmm true what's your name? Y/n. Well see you around...y/n bye. You finally got back home and put your stuff away. You went to your desk and grabed the folder for your application to the lov. You were supposed to meet some members tomorow to see if you qualify you put the folder in your bag and then head to bed.

(THE NEXT DAY) I guess this place is it it looks sketchey enough to be a villain hideout. Hello? Ah welcome I am to assume you are a new recruit? Yes. Well I'm shigaraki. I'm y/n. Here's my resume you had him the folder you had put in your bag last night. Alright your in on a trial basis will see how this goes. Follow me late introduce you to everyone this is toga and twice,hi I'm y/n, hi were gonna be besties! This is compress and dabi. Dabi? Yes why? Oh I think I met him yesterday he kinda saved me. Hey what are you doing here? She's a.new member we are welcoming here on a trial basis. Hmm. Alright. Toga will give you the tour goodbye. After the tour you went and settled into your new room.

(TIME SKIP) because I'm lazy right now I'm writing this at 1in the morning) you started to fit in of course it took some getting used to but you became great freinds with toga and shots talk and you and dab I had grown close you to were almost always togther on missions even when just chilling Dani was super protective of you and did not like it when you were around others. To say you had a crush on him was a lol bit of an under step at ment you really liked this boy but you thought he only liked you as a friend little did you know Dani was absolutely in love with you. Your personality always drawer him in you always had this somewhat calm deminor that always seemed to put him at ease.

It was late November almost December and the entire hideout was like an icicle you had woken up freezing cold and thirsty so you went to get a glass of water and returned to your room but no matter what you did you could not shake the chill in your room so you put on some sweat pants grabbed your blanket and headed down the hall to probably the only warm place in the whole hideout Dabi's room.You knock on his door no answer so you knock again this time you hear shuffling feet and then he opens the door. What? Oh hi dabi. Y/n what's up? Its cold. Okay? Can I stay here tonight? Why? BECAUSE ITS COLD! So? Uh hello I have a walking heater as a friend I'm going to use that as an advantage to get warm duh. Then yes you may stay the night here but you can't call me a walking heater. But you are one. Do you want stay or not? FINE. Were can I sleep? Well I have one bed so I'm gonna say on the bed. Are you sure. Y/n get in bed. Okay. He crawled in behind you after he turned out the lights. He grabbed you by the waist flipped you over and pulled you to his chest. You slowly began to fall asleep to the warmth radiating of his chest and to his steady breathing. Before you fell asleep you said hey dabi? Yes y/n? I love you goodnight. When you started to slip out of consciences you could have sworn you heard. I love you to y/n. Sleep well.

What do you think?

[afreakingdork]

...

how do i even start.

Miss Dork, do you realize you make me miserable? how am i supposed to wake up everyday and deal with the fact that i'm deeply in love with a man that doesn't exist.

How am i supposed to cope with the fact I will never hold him on my arms or hear his voice say my name? I will never be able to ask him how his day is and ask wtf he meant when he uses his nerd words.

Having said that

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1-SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON

HE IS SO CUTE, I WANNA PUT HIM IN MY POCKET I WANNA SLEEP WHILE HEARING HIS DRONE FANS

HE DESERVES THE WORLD THE INTERACTIONS BEETWEEN THE 3 OF THEM WERE SO AMUSING

2. AH YES, READER GIVING DONNIE A TIME OUT IT'S WHAT I NEEDED TO INCREASE MY LIFE EXPECTANCY

3. THAT FUCKING BITCH HID HIS IMPLANTS!!!!! MAKES SO MUCH MUCH SENSE OMG!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO HUG HIM SO BADLY (had to look up for that on the google, i've been reading the chapter with the browser and traductor open as always lmao)

4. POSSESIVE DONNIE YES I LIVE FOR THIS

5. Reader: "didn't u said u named urself?"

me: HELL YEAH READER ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTIONS I NEED TO KNOW SO BAD

donnie: *ptsd*

me: MISS DORK WHY DO U DO THIS TO ME

(splinter splinter splinter splinter??????????????? i can smell daddy issues, I KNOW THAT SMELL SO WELL)

6. tbh donnie is so lucky to have reader. can a person fall in love with the reader? well, seem like it's possible, look at me. Theyre so sweet.

7. "If all of this hasn't finally cemented your decision otherwise..." YOU WISHED BITCH UR NEVER GETTING RID OF US

8. "it will aide my explanation and give me achance to itemize all the individual apologies necesary" fucking nerd i love u so fucking much for that you have no idea i will kill for you.

9. I love mikey but "orange oaf" sound really fitting. At least coming for someone who doesn't entirely understand the weight of the insult sdgjh´guj.

10.All of the conversation about the bastard's three (i'm starting to have question about this name) is just so sdhgusdghhsfhdfhusg

11.YEAH FREE CONTEXT FOR OUR POOR READER

12. Donnie: "fucking botched bullshit rescue attemnt. He's utter scum. I'll"

Me: u///u

13. "Sort of.. kicked him off the roof?" "Oh and I called him carrot cake and told him to get lost"

"kiss me"

I HAVE- I CANT EXPLAIN-

YEAH I WILL LITERALLY TEAR APART EVERY PERSON YOU DON'T LIKE IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL HAPPY AND PROUD AND LOVED. I DON'T CARE IF THEY'RE "THE GOOD ONES" AND GOD I WILL COMMIT ALL THE WORST ATTROCITIES IF IT MEANS YOU WILL LOOK AT ME THAT WAY AGAIN URGGGHHHHHHHHH

14. NO PLEASE DONNIE DON'T LEAVE ME I LITERALLY NEED YOU FOR MY BRAIN TO GIVE ME THE HAPPY JUICE

15. BIG ASS APOLOGY WALL TEXT I'M GONNA TATTOO IT IN MY OTHER FVCKING TIGHT I SWEAR TO GOD

YEAH BITCH APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING SO I CAN FORGIVE YOU WITHOUT A SECOND TOUGHT AND THEN HOLD YOU IN MY HANDS BECAUSE YOU DESERVE THE WORLD IDC YOU CAN KICK MY MOM AND ILL SAY "AWW NO BIGGIE BBY"

16. OF COURSE HE HAS LOTS PROPERTIES ALL LOOKING THE SAME YEAH READER HE IS INDEED A STUPID RICH IDIOT

IT'S SO SAD BUT SO FUNNY THAT HE CAN'T GET ATTACHED TO ONE PLACE SO HE HAS TO DO THAT HE CAN LEAVE IN MY HOUSE NOBODY WILL EVER FIND HIM IN MY SHIT ASS TOWN (jk i love my town)

17. Donnie being seduced by reader insulting his (not) brothers

18. "I had made it to 30" the exact moment I started to cry.

19. "I will never be more than a deplorable villain." YESYESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING

THE CONVERSATION- ITS HAPPENIGN

DONNIE EVEN IF THAT WERE TRUE I WOULD LOVE U FOR THAT DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT

20. "Your blind eye will get you killed and I will decimate this planet for even considering bringing harm to you" THIS EXACT MOMENT FREAKING DORK, THIS EXACT MOMENT MADE MY BRAIN STOP FUNCTIONING.

LITERALLY, THIS FANFIC IS A COCTEL OF ALL THE STUFF I LOVE AND THIS IS THE FUCKING CHERRY ON TOP. I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SINGLE LINE. I WILL SCREENCAP THIS PART OF THE FIC AND IT GOES TO MY WALLPAPER.

21. the final scene is so touching. I really love those two and I know they'll be together again but part of me feels so bad for them for having to be apart for so much time ("at least a few weeks" it's a fvcking lot). I wonder how will reader process al this information when she's away from all of this. I wonder what will happen with dispute of donnie and his (not) brothers.

I WONDER IF THE BASTARD IS SPLINTER OR IT'S THE TURTLES. I GOT THE DOUBT AND LOOKING IT UP IN GOOGLE TRANSLATE ONLY CONFUSED ME MORE.

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My asks are getting longer and longer BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH I NEEDED TO YELL ABOUT I SWEAR TO GOD

I've decided chapter 19 was my favorite yasterday but now you blessed us with this one. THIS IS MY TOTAL FAVORITE, I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO THINK TWICE, IF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THIS CHAPTER WASN'T ENOUGH TO MAKE IT MY FAVORITE THAT LINE, YOU KNOW WICH, ABSOLUTELY BOUGHT ME.

i hope you have a good day bye!!!!!!!

You miserable? I'm the same way! It's excruciating to be in love with a purple turtle. He is both everything and some how nothing when he is so real in my dreams 😩😩😩😩

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. is the best white noise machine. There, i said it.

Daddy issues, huh? 👀👀👀

Mr. Alliteration over here has a color insult for each brother. Oaf is a little lighthearted overall, but from Donnie it's straight hate.

Ahhhh!! I'm not commenting on every item, but you highlighting them makes my heart swell!!! I can't thank you enough! This really made me smile!! You have a wonderful day as well!!!

[kiarazuri]

Cover Appreciation: The Scum-Villain’s Self-Saving System by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

This hilarious story of a man reborn as a villain in a fantasy novel series who ends up romancing the male protagonist is now in English, for the very first time. Half-demon Luo Binghe rose from humble beginnings and a tortured past to become unrivaled in strength and beauty. With his dominion over both the Human and Demon Realms and his hundreds-strong harem, he is truly the most powerful protagonist...in a trashy webnovel series! At least, that's what Shen Yuan believes as he finishes reading the final chapter in Proud Immortal Demon Way. But when a bout of rage leads to his sudden death, Shen Yuan is reborn into the world of the novel in the body of Shen Qingqiu--the beautiful but cruel teacher of a young Luo Binghe. While Shen Qingqiu may have the incredible power of a cultivator, he is destined to be horrifically punished for crimes against the protagonist. The new Shen Qingqiu now has only one course of action: get into Luo Binghe's good graces before the young man's rise to power or suffer the awful fate of a true scum villain!

(The Scum-Villain’s Self-Saving System book 1, Amazon)

Beautiful. So so SO beautiful. Both the art-style and the character designs. (My biggest criticism of the latter is that Luo Binghe’s not supposed to look like his dad all that much… but they look IDENTICAL in their pictures 😂 Similarly, I wish there was a picture that showed the differences between Shen and Mushroom!Shen cuz I’m curious exactly how different they look. I know that’s a ridiculous ask but still. I can wish 😂)

When it comes to the font choices I know that when these and the other MXTX novels were announced a lot of people didn’t like that there were so many different fonts on a single cover but I personally think it works well. I like the emphasis/italicization/immaturity(?) of “Scum Villain’s” font versus the really mechanical sans serif of the rest of the text. My only gripe with the titles is that the section of background they’re on is always very crowded (bamboo 2x, cherry blossoms) or a similar color (rocks/ground). It’s not so bad as to make them illegible but it can be a little hard to read. In terms of the title itself I like that they added the pinyin title but I think they should have also had the hanzi... but that’s just my opinion. I know that having all three would’ve been even more crowded than it is so I understand why they didn’t but... still.

In addition to people not liking the fonts... I also remember people were miffed that the first cover wasn’t romantic and I have to say: thank FUCK it’s NOT. LUO BINGHE’S 14 IN THE FIRST BOOK! Besides, regardless of his age, it also wouldn’t make sense story wise. In regards to what’s happening in-story, Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan’s progression from “not touching but still protecting” to “touching but one looks simultaneously like they wanna attack and kiss while the other is just swooning” to “protective handholding and shielding” to “SLEEPING IN LAP” is PERFECT. It’s so beautiful and heartwarming.

The colors follow a similar route. From light and airy with them dressed in matching colors that also match the background (like... there’s a surprising dearth of colors in the first cover. So much so that Sha Hualing’s red outfit really pops out on the back cover) to the shift in Luo Binghe’s clothing to demonic colors and the darkening of the background as the two color palettes mix (white x red = pink, black x green ≈ blue) and then to a neutral background with their color palettes that shows they’re no longer roiling and are instead in harmony. The last book (which is an anthology of short stories about the characters and is actually not part of the main story) is the darkest of the covers but its a very mellow darkness, a sort of warm candlelight that affects their own color palettes so they match even with the background being similar to book one. It’s a very well done color story.

Lets not forget about the back covers. Usually back covers are just meh but these explicitly connect as extensions of the front covers:

The back covers also show that there’s a very clear formula to how everything’s set up:

And I LOVE covers that follow a formula. The fact that all these translations were able to be released together in a row and weren’t dependent on how the book before it did means that the covers were able to be made in tandem which means that they match PERFECTLY. Nothing’s worse than a cover change halfway through a series. Even if a cover style sucks STICK WITH IT for the entire series I BEG YOU. Once everything’s out THEN you can change the covers for the next editions.

I really appreciate the inclusion of character pictures. It works very well with the contents since it often feels like Shen’s in a game rather than a book; he has all these stats for people and access to an interactive computer system so game-like character bios work to help the reader keep this info in-line the same way Shen does. I wish more books (particularly serieses... particularly complicated serieses) did stuff like this.

Before I finish this post I wanna take a moment to appreciate the title of this book in and of itself. I know a lot of people hate how long isekai titles are but I personally love them. I love how straight to the point they are and how you can tell most of what the story’s about just from the title alone, even without reading the description. Personally I think it’d be helpful if more genres started doing this, especially since there’s that gods awful trend of books just having absolutely no summary anywhere on them, and instead just having review quotes that tell you nothing about the actual story. If books insist on doing that, at least tell me what the books about in the title. Thankfully, SVSSS has a descriptive title AND a back summary to let potential readers know what they’re getting themselves into. I think the only way I personally would’ve improved these is by adding some trigger and content warnings (this is also related to the lack of summary and descriptive titles like... why are people against even the slightest, barest, most miniscule spoilers? I beg ya’ll) specifically for the end of the third book (for r*pe).

- Kiara 🌸

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Shen Qingqiu - the scum villain

Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System volumes 1-3 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu / Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives (6) / What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado by Emily Palermo (10) / Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card (14) / Dogfish by Mary Oliver (21) / The First Bad Man by Miranda July (26) / The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector (29)

Text descriptions for each photo: 1- from here on out,” Shen Qingqiu said at last, "but you must always remember what I've told you here today. In this world, there is nothing intolerable to the heavens. This is true for all races, as it's true for humans." 2- In that instant, Shen Qingqiu completely forgot about Luo Binghe's plot armor. At the moment of truth, subconsciously, he once again moved to protect his student. 3- An in-book image from Scum Villain volume 1, page 99, depicting Shen Qingqiu taking a hit for Luo Binghe 4- When their palms connected, blood churned in Shen Qingqiu’s chest as if someone had punched him there. The spiritual energy in his body surged like it was boiling over. Though he had already formed a core and his cultivation wasn't low, what was a golden core against the right hand of the future demon lord, Luo Binghe? But he had to go all out and try. 5- Luo Binghe had been paying keen attention to Shen Qingqiu's condition. He noticed something was off and asked, "Shizun?" "It's nothing," Shen Qingqiu rushed to say. "Focus on yourself." 6- I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel I am all the things they might have said to you 7- to protect himself. What if there was an unexpected accident? This was really too concerning. How could he not do his part to watch over them? 8- Liu Qingge instantly assumed that Shen Qingqiu intended him harm, but he was helpless to avoid the touch. Only after the palm connected did he feel a clear steady stream of spiritual energy enter and flow through his body, smoothing his circulation. 9- Anyways, this sequence of events had unfolded in the original work. Shen Qingqiu had thought he could avoid it before, but he hadn't expected things would still circle back to this set plot arc. Why force Cang Qiong Mountain and Huan Hua Palace to have a falling out as well? 10- I AM VOLATILE VIOLATED MY BODY WAS NOT ALWAYS MY OWN

I ONLY LOOK INTO THE MIRROR TO SEE THE WHITES OF MY EYES 11- The reason Yue Qingyuan had ordered Liu Qingge to step down was so he could step up to fight himself?! Unbelievable! Reportedly, ever since the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s Peak Lord of Qiong Ding, Yue Qingyuan, had succeeded his position, he’d only drawn his sword twice: once during his succession ceremony and once when he’d 12- Tianlang-Jun nodded. “So that’s how it is. No wonder his bladework and spiritual power are so superb. But why would the Bai Zhan Peak Lord suddenly grace the southern border with his presence?” Liu Qingge leaned to the side slightly, and Cheng Luan flew back into his hand. He flicked away the beads of blood gathered upon the blade tip and said coldly, “Is Shen Qingqiu here?” Shen Qingqiu was overwhelmed by this show of favor. What, was Great Master Liu here to save him? 13- If Liu Qingge had done such a thing... Surely he isn’t taking revenge for my sake, is he? 14- Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be. 15- Cheng Luan flared, its sword glare sweeping past Luo Binghe’s cheek and whipping up his hair. Luo Binghe put his hand on the sword hung at his waist, returning bite for bite. “You overestimate yourself.” In the end, however, the two swords failed to cross again. Shen Qingqiu stood between them. 16- After all, she was one of Luo Binghe’s harem. She was the one who was supposed to be clawing at the ground, wailing to the heavens- but instead she’d come to comfort her master. Had his instruction actually had some effect? 17- Butterfly effect - noun - (in chaos theory) the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere. 18- “I’m no longer a child,” said Ning Yingying. “I don’t need to be taken care of! It’s always Shizun taking on everything himself, whether it was that time with the demon woman or against Huan Hua Palace at Jin Lan City. So this time, why must it be you again? Why is it always Shizun who needs to suffer each and every time?” 19- [Ning Yingying: Subverted the trope of a female character being a brainless martyr for love. B-Points +100.] [Ming Fan: Subverted the trope of a side character being an illogical idiot. B-Points +50.] [Liu Mingyan: Subverted the trope of a female character being a nonsensical martyr for love. B-Points +150.] 20- “Then that means this creature has never done anything malicious. There’s no need to exterminate it. Moreover, all it’s ever done has been to drink the dew water in this cave. We were the ones who intruded and disturbed it.” 21- Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. 22- The young man stood by the table and smiled. “Humans have a saying: a drop of kindness should be repaid by a flood. Moreover, the kindness from Immortal Master Shen far exceeded a drop.” 23- “Who’s there?” Liu Qingge asked quietly. Shen Qingqiu didn’t answer and instead sent more force through his hand. The two peerlessly powerful streams of spiritual energy merged into one. 24- Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge sent a message with their actions: Go ahead and fight, but under no circumstances may you strike the Qing Jing Peak Lord! 25- “You fear becoming a burden to Cang Qiong Mountain,” Liu Qingge said, “but Cang Qiong Mountain fears not your burden.” 26- up without bothering to hang up. Finally, in a low whisper, he said, “I think I might be a terrible person.” For a split second I believed him- I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing. 27- When the sower threw itself toward a Qing Jing Peak disciple, Shen Qingqiu flashed between them and planted a foot in the sower’s chest, sending it flying through two tables and spewing fresh blood everywhere. He turned his head to yell at the group. “Hurry up and leave!” 28- The Old Palace Master said leisurely, “I’ll ask again: Will you step aside or not?” Shen Qingqiu lowered his arm. The blood that had slowed its steady flow from his palm began to drip once more. “The Old Palace Master himself said that he’s my darling disciple,” he said in an even tone as he lifted his head, “Tell me, do you think I’d step aside?” There was nothing for it; now was not the same as then. No matter what, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t convince himself to use the protagonist’s plot armor, to coldly stand aside and let someone else hack at Luo Binghe, to bet on whether he would live or die. 29- who hasn’t ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person? 30- What he said was, “For all that has passed, I repay you today.” Think of it as me doing one good thing at the end. Then he toppled backward and off the building.

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2022: Chastity (18+)]

MoShang | Scum Villain Self-Saving System Modern AU 06-10-2022

Day 6: Pa̷n̷t̷i̷e̷s̷ ̷&̷ ̷L̷i̷n̷g̷e̷r̷i̷e | [Chastity] | S̷t̷r̷i̷p̷p̷i̷n̷g

Mobei-jun has worn a chastity cage for the past week as punishment for not following his lover’s words one night. Shang Qinghua teased him all week, but now he can have his reward.

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The closer he was getting to the end of the week, the more desperate Mobei-Jun was getting, but the more excited he was too. He was finally going to be able to be freed because he had been /a good boy/ all week and surely Shang Qinghua saw it.

And he’d finally be out of this chastity cage.

His husband was punishing him for touching himself when he was not allowed to do so. Mobei-Jun would lie if he said he hadn’t somewhat done it on purpose, he had wanted a little punishment for disobeying his master.

But he hadn’t expected /that/ to be his punishment.

A full week in a chastity cage, unable to touch himself, nor could he touch Shang Qinghua (the man sure knew how much Mobei-Jun liked to serve him, even without just his hands and mouth).

It was a bit embarrassing (and exciting) to know he was walking around with his dick caged up like this. There was a certain thrill to it, wondering if it was visible through his clothes that he was wearing one.

And when he needed to use the bathroom he had to be careful, since anyone could see him.

He had heard people talking about him when passing by them, these people would probably be disappointed that their fantasy wasn’t true.

He wondered what would be their expression if they saw what Shang Qinghua made him wear under his suit sometimes.

But while he couldn’t do anything to himself or Shang Qinghua, his husband sure seemed to love rilling him up. To see if he’d crack and do something.

The smaller man was clearly taking amusement and pleasure in seeing Mobei-Jun trying to stay calm and collected when he’d press himself close to him. He’d also purposefully tease him, hand straying to sensitive places of his body, teasing him when he knew no one was around.

He was being more risque than usual and thanked to the cage for keeping him trapped, people were none the wise of their boss suffering.

And at home, it wasn't fully better. Shang Qinghua would tease him even more, clearly trying to push and see if he’d crack and try to do something.

Mobei-Jun was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind extending his punishment if he dares to do anything.

And seeing how much fun and pleasure Shang Qinghua got from ridding his dildos and playing with other toys while forcing Mobei-Jun to watch quietly; he’d be fine even with an extended week.

And it took a lot of self-control from Mobei-Jun to not beg to be allowed to at least /do something/ while Shang Qinghua was pleasuring himself in front of him.

But he didn’t, trying to keep as quiet and immobile as possible unless ordered otherwise, because another week of this seemed too much.

Then the weekend finally came and Mobei-Jun hadn’t felt so excited about the week finally ending in quite some time.

He felt like he could barely stand it anymore, wanting to finally be free again.

“Look at you” Shang Qinghua cooed as he sat on their large bed, amused eyes looking at Mobei-Jun who was waiting at the door. “Come here” he called.

And of course, Mobei-Jun obeyed, kneeling in front of his master, leaning into the touch when he patted his hair. “Look at you, still being a good and obedient boy” the man stated, making something in Mobei-Jun spark to finally be called a good boy.

“I see you’ve listened well this week,” Shang Qinghua started, a foot brushing up his thigh to his crotch, “Did you learn your lesson?”.

“Yes,” Mobei-Jun quickly replied, sounding both eager and desperate to have him agree. It did seem to amuse his husband.

“Then I suppose I can end your punishment here, seeing how much of a good boy you were this week” Shang Qinghua hummed, feet now teasing him. “I’ll need you to undress for me then” he smiled.

He didn’t need to be told twice, Mobei-Jun already getting up to take off his clothes. He didn’t hesitate to make it a little show for Shang Qinghua, knowing the man seemed to enjoy seeing him put on a show for him.

Although in his excitement he might have made it quicker than usual.

“Come here again” Shang Qinghua smiled, twirling keys around his finger.

Again, Mobei-Jun didn’t need to be told twice, coming to stand in front of Shang Qinghua who carefully unlocked the cage and took it off of him. He bites back the sound of satisfaction that came to him upon finally being freed.

“You look so desperate for relief,” he pointed out, hands on his hips pushing down. He didn’t fight, kneeling down yet again at his feet. “Why don’t you keep being a good boy and show me how desperate you were,” Shang Qinghua asked, feet now teasing his already growing erection, “Without your hands” he added with a grin.

Mobei-Jun didn’t even complain about the request, not really caring that he couldn’t use his hand.

He instead started humping against the foot that was still teasing him, before moving Shang Qinghua’s leg a little. He waited a breath to see if it was alright, before starting to hump against his leg instead.

He was pretty sure he looked like a dog humping its master legs right now, but he didn’t care. It felt so good to finally have friction on his dick after a week trapped in a cage. He couldn’t help the moan escaping his month, incoherently mumbling about how good it felt.

He ended up hugging his husband’s waist, hiding against him as he came embarrassingly quickly.

He lead his head on Shang Qinghua’s thighs as he came down from his orgasm, closing his eyes when he felt a hand come and pet his hair softly.

“You did good” he heard Shang Qinghua tell him, which made him really happy.

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(I feel like Chastity is a kink that is better visualised (or one oneself) and not a focused subject exactly. hopefully, I still made it good.

And of course, I continue with my sub!MBJ agenda, because this man can't possibly be a dom in my mind)

Original - AO3

[greenflamedwriter]

*Edited* Oh my god Shen Yuan- I can't believe you're allowed to have TWO boyfriends

More scum villain prompts- I suddenly wanted a story and ot3 of Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan/ Luo Binghe in a poly relationship. So the premise is that Shen Qingqiu-Shen Jiu is the oldest, with Shen Yuan in the middle with Luo Binghe the youngest. So Shen Yuan transmigrated into an NPC and decided to stop the story from going down the drain- he was brillaint in the sense that he had a good job of protecting locals from demon/huanting attacks and was paid well enough, he loved documenting the fuana and updating his bestiary he couldn't do that once the reals merged and became more dangerous and he might end up dying a second time! so his mission, go to Qing Jing Peak and assasinate Shen Qingqiu.

It goes as well as a slow trainwreck. He gets attacked by a monster on the way there and gets saved by the most prickly disciple he has ever met and see's that the current Sect Leader is a stranger, so Shen Yuan is too early for the Qing generation and has to wait.

After this Shen Jiu or rescues him and takes care of him both end up fighting, Shen Jiu is cruel and completely sadistic and Shen Yuan wants to hate him but he saved his life he just has no clue why Shen Jiu hates him? Shen Yuan excells since he has expereince outside the sect and has a plethora of knoledge that he learned first hand theres rumours he might become head disciple since he was accepted into the Qing Jing peak [He had to be here this was where Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe faced off! He had to have a first row seat!]

But being a sect leader? Shen Yuan didn't want to be tied down especially when there was so much in this world that he could explore!

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Shen qingqiu watched as his eldest disciple fret, his face an open book he could read the panic in the others eyes his complexion pale.

“Luo Binghe has feelings for me.”

He spoke almost stunned.

Shen qingqiu raised an eyebrow, finally figured it out.

“What made you think that?” Shen qingqiu words dipped in sarcasm which earned a heated glare from Shen yuan.

“I don’t understand, he was supposed to have a harem, wives! and I’m not- I don’t-" He tripped over his words, usually Shen Yuan never tripped over his words unless he was really rattled. "I don’t like men, and once he realises...” he rambled and Shen qingqiu could only sigh.

Shen yuan was truly oblivious, Shen Qingqiu thought he was being a fool on purpose. All of those men who thought his disciple the world and when Shen Qingqiu pointed it out to Shen yuan the younger would just deny it.

“I told you Luo Binghe wanted you,” he has been saying this for years. He scooted closer, both tied up and waiting for their fates.

 Shen Yuan glared at him, “You say that about everybody.” his lips pressed into a pout.

Shen qingqiu couldn’t take it, he might die here. Ripped apart if what Shen Yuan said was true.

 He was right on some accounts, the abyss, Luo Binghe's return and Shen Qingius trial.

But sometimes he was wrong. Binghe's lack of harem and Shen Yuan gaining the favour of men left right and centre. In matters such as those he was mistaken, he had to take some of what his disciple said with a grain of salt.

But for some one like Shen Qingqiu he was always unlucky. Nothing ever worked out for him so it was a fair bet that if he was to die by Luo Binghe's hands in a gruesome death, he wouldn't be surprised.

Shen Qingqiu made his decision, since Shen yuan was oblivious he would have to be blunt about it.

“Shen yuan.”

He spoke cutting through the others turmoil thought like a knife through butter.

“You are really dense about others feelings.”

Shen Yuan brows furrowed before his eyes snapped open as Shen Qingqiu leaned towards him.

Shen Qingqiu kissed him, Shen yuan made a noise akin to a squeak body stiffening, but not moving away, Shen qingqiu plied his mouth open and felt the others exhale, he pressed forward nipping the others lip and they groaned eyes shutting tight, each sound he greedily soaked in coaxed from the younger, Shen Yuan made some pretty noises his own mouth tentively licking back and Shen Qingqiu felt smug. 

If Shen yuans preference was ever in question it was answered, he took his first kiss and would gladly take more, after all he was a greedy man.

He leaned back hearing Shen yuans panting breath ghost his skin.

“You…Shizun…?” He sounded unsure his voice fragile and Shen Qingqiu with his tied hands could only loop them around Shen yuan nuzzling his face into Shen yuans neck as he whispered.

“Do you know why I hated that little beast?” He spoke into the skin, Shen Yuan shivered. The others mouth opened then closed. “I see myself in him, a pathetic waif of a boy who had only known cruelty. I know what he’s thinking every time he looks at you, wants to steal your time, dote on you, serve you, spoil you." He nuzzled into Shen Yuans skin and spoke softly like a secret. "I know every vile thought and perversion in his mind because it’s the same wretched things I want to do to you myself.” He nipped the skin at his neck feeling Shen Yuans sharp inhale.

He felt Shen Yuan pull back and let him, almost letting go. If Shen Yuan didn't want him back he'll accept this.

But Shen Qingqiu knew nothing would be the same, he had a bad habit of ruining things it was just a matter of time before he ruined Shen Yuan and broke what they had.

Instead of disgust, Shen Yuan only looked disbelieving.

ShenQingiu swore he and Luo Binghe could duel cultivate with Shen Yuan and he would STILL think nothing off it. They were just being really friendly!

Shen Yuans eyes widened “Shen Qingqiu- you?” 

“Yes,” he spoke resigned. “You were the only one who saw me, had accepted every ugly piece but you never shied away from me, you even stood up against me." Even more than Yue Qingyuan, he was distant almost afraid to touch him as if Shen Qingqiu was still that dirty slave a regret that he wished would just die and disapear.

Not Shen Yuan, he saw him and accepted him, prickly nature and all.

"You even loved that Luo Binghe," He and Binghe were alike- too alike which was why he hated the beast for stealing his disciples attention. Both had a taste of real kindness and they wanted to hoard that to themselves."

"Luo Binghe always wanted to be stronger to protect someone. Did you fail to realise that person he wanted to protect was you?" Shen Yuan still looked unsure, as if he was trying to solve a complex puzzle. “But I don’t like men,” He looked down, and Shen Qingqiu almost scoffed he’ll prove it, Shen yuans response to his kiss was enough-

But the other kept talking, “The others Mu Qingfan, Gongyi xiao , Yue Qingyuan.” Shen Qingqiu hands clenched why was he mentioning them - did he finally get it through his thick skull how they doted on him, was he entertaining thoughts of them? Shen Qingqiu almost scowled, why did he mention them at all?

“I admit they’re handsome,” Shen Yuan always thought so, but he was just mumbling out loud. “But I never liked them like this, if they kissed me it wouldn’t feel like this.”

…idiot.

Shen Qingqiu wanted to kiss him again.

“But you- and Luo Binghe, Binghe has his harem and you have Yue Qingyuan!" shaking his head, Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes "What harem? You've changed things, there is no harem. And for Yue Qingyuan..." Shen QIngqiu tilted his head "Would I be here in your lap if I wanted anything to do with him?"

Shen Yuans face flushed as he remembered their arrangment.

He wet his lips "I don’t you, or him-, he doesn’t deserve that.”

“Doesn’t that prove it? You’ve always liked that sticky disciple of yours,” Shen Qingqiu spoke his breath ghosting Shen yuans neck, and why was he being Luo Binghe's wingman?

He knew how much Shen Yuan loved the little beast, and trying to seperate the two would be worse off for him in the long run. Didn't mean he couldn't have a taste first.

“You always cared for him, risked your life by taking without a cure for him-“ Shen Qingqiu will admit he was jealous, he choose Luo Binghe as his disciple for Shen yuan to keep the cultivator there in his peak. He hadn’t realised how the two would gravitate for each other.

“If he were here now what would you do?”

He looked back up and saw how Shen yuans jade pale face blossomed pink.

Well that answered it.

“But you- he,” Shen yuan shook his head “I don’t want to choose.” 

Shen yuan always prioritised saving Shen Qingqiu after all it was a life debt, he could let Shen yuan go to the little beast. He could die becoming a human stick and he was fine with that.

Shen yuan instead scowled “Luo Binghe had a harem, so why can’t I until I figure this out.” He decided with a firm nod.

What…?

Shen Yuan stared at him and Shen Qingqiu felt something shift to be pinned under that gaze.

“Well? If those were my terms.” Could he share A-yuan with that beast?

“I’m not kissing Luo Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu spoke and Shen yuan smirked “No, you’ll be kissing me.”

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Shen yuan had a plan, that just tumbled down the great mountain of qang Cong and slammed into the water shattering like his hopes and dreams.

He had a plan as a rogue cultivator a young upstart that ran away from his scumbag master to kill Shen Qingqiu.

Shen yuan liked this world, he liked the beasts and fuana if Luo Binghe became a tyrant and merged the two realms he would be so fucked.

He had a good job, saving humans solving mystery’s but with the merged realms and more monsters the humans would be overwhelmed and he would have more work!

He was lazy in nature! His soul reason I’m loving was minimum effort!

Of course he would get attacked on his way to qing peak.

Of course a disciple with no bedside manner took him in and Shen yuan realised he was too early. Shen Qingqiu wasn’t a peak lord yet.

He had to wait so it would be better to do what Luo Bknghe did when he was rescued by the huan hua palace and become head disciple.

He would do the same thing became a qing peak disciple, not the head part being a peak lord sounds like too much work. But why was the boy Shen joy who rescued him giving him the stink eye?

From his travels and experience Shen yuan was a bit ahead of everyone else each immortal alliance he excelled at there was talk of him being the head disciple which he rejected outright.

Minimum effort.

But then there was Shen Jiu- he was grateful he saved his life. But the teenager was cruel and prickly, Shen Yuan had no idea why he was so cold but figured he should play nice to the boy that saved him.

His Peak master always made the share missions together for some bizarre reason. Shen Jiu words were cutting and if Shen Yuan didn't think this was a fictional world and that Shen Jiu was just some rude character he would've said a thing or two.

Shen Jiu always brought up how bad his cultivation was and when they sparred Shen Jiu would always go too far, turning a simple friendly sparring match into a life or death situation. Shen Jiu had a weird habit of turning things from 0-100 real quick.

Aware from the sect the two encountered a monster and barely survived. Shen Yuan was grabbed and dragged into the water- he saw Shen Jiu look on then turn around.

A cold put settled into his stomach.

Shen Jiu was leaving- he left him.

Pure panic, Shen Yuan activated a tailsmen and managed by the skin of his teeth to escape killing the beast in the process, by himself.

As he crawled back on land he gave Shen Jiu a dark look. "What is your problem?" He asked, Shen Jiu saved his life but this? This didn't make any sense. Shen Jiu face was cold as he lightly fanned his face. "You can never count on others to save you." He shut his fan turning away "You can only depend on yourself."

Shen Yuan hands clenched then unclenched. Still shaking from adrenaline and the hurt that he was going to abandoned.

He walked past and both made their way back up the mountain.

Once the Peak Master asked how it went, Shen Yuan spoke first. Call it being petty, but he always thought killing others wih kindness was way better than being confrontantional.

"Shen Jiu killed the beast, and he saved me. I wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for him."

He almost laughed since he didn't know who was shocked more, the Peak Master, the Disciples or Shen Jiu himself.

"I give Shen Jiu the full recocmendations to being head disciple, he's earned it." With that recomendation Shen Yuan breezed past to have a nice long soak he was sick of smelling like river water.

Days passed, and someone was trying to kill him.

Strangely, Shen Jiu was always there. Right as a snake lunged from his bed Shen Jiu would intercept, the axe he used broke away and almost sliced his hands, Shen Jiu grabbed it before it could do more damage.

He would've thought this suspicious, but Shen Jiu would suddenly have cuts and bruises and a strange limp- what was attacking him was targeting Shen Jiu as well.

"Whats going on?" If this was bullying it was way too overboard. Shen Jiu scoffed "Isn't it obvious? Most are fighting for the title of head disciple. Whoever is chosen becomes the next Peak Lord."

Shen Yuan didn't look amused "Of course I didn't know that I've never been part of a sect."

"Which is why you're getting the worst of it, you've barely been here and year and already they're talking of you taking the position."

Shen Yuan now looked panicked "I don't want it- I spoke to the Peak Master, she said I had no obligations." Now Shen Jiu looked at him like he was a stranger.

"You don't?"

"Why would I want to stay here? I've always traveled, and hunted beasts how can I do that if I'm stuck on a mountain?" Shen Yuan shivered at the thought, although it would be nice to have a home and somewhere to stay and not keep moving. But the paper work- he couldn't deal with that!

Shen Jiu only hummed, "Well since we're both the targets it'd be best to stay together and expose the ones responsible."

Shen Yuan frowned, what happened to counting on others?

He had no way to trust Shen Jiu, but if he was lying then best to keep your enemies close.

Shen Jiu never changed he was still a prick and his words cut deep, Shen Yuan wondered if he was a masochist. But he had to admit, the boy had a sharp mind and was clearly a strategist. In no time he exposed the disciples who were then black-listed and kicked out of the peak.

Shen Yuan barely sighed with relief, it was too close. One of them almost killed Shen Jiu, it wasn't on purpose but too close for comfort. Once Shen Yuan stepped in he cried out almost feeling his arm being ripped from it's socket. The scream stunned the other disciples as they never meant for it to go that far.

Shen Jiu was pissed and almost killed them, Shen Yuan cradled his arm, of course Shen Jiu was pissed, that was almost his neck!

Strange how they grew closer, Shen Yuan when he wasn't teaching younger disciples was working on his beastiary, there were some creatures on the mountain that wasn't mentioned- maybe it was because he was too early. He even poured everything he knew about flowers and possible sex pollen in his book as well, he had the knoledge fresh in his mind from PIDW AND from his own adventures he couldn't forget anything important.

Shen Jiu watched him lazily using his fan, Shen Yuan was strange he acted like a rick noble, easily lazing around and chewing on sweets like a child even though his was older. Shen Jiu would've hated him his whole life, a privaleged cultivator who was spoiled and had a care-free life.

But that wasn't the case, Shen Yuans robes were filthy and patched, he always slept with his back to the wall facing the door of their rooms, he also matched Shen Jius frantic sparring not getting upset that Shen Jiu would slip into a panic treating it as life or death almost like he understood.

And when Shen Yuan would pack away food, as if he had no clue when real food would come about again.

Signs Shen Jiu was aware off, unlike Shen Jiu who wanted to find stability and a home, Shen Yuan was flighty like he couldn't stay still in one place. Once he realised he was an idiot who had no dellusions of becoming Peak Lord did Shen Jiu relax. He almost felt bad for bribing those Disciples to scare Shen Yuan away and had to pretend they were acting on their own.

He already left a bad impression on the boy once, he didn't favour doing it again. This was someone who actually looked at him, without guilt like Yue Qingyuan, or disgust like Liu Qingge.

Shen Jiu sighed as he stared at the sleeping form of Shen Yuan. He didn't feel bad but felt that he couldn't continue with how he was acting.

Shen Yuan had a dry sense of humour, and he was just as mean as he was, if it wasn't for their rocky start he could almost say they could've been friends.

Shen Yuan had no such qualms and was fine with Shen Jiu being Prickly and found he liked his company, both had a love of fans, literature and tea and since Shen Jiu always squirelled away the best of sweets Shen Yuan found himself in his company.

On the night that they announced the new head Disciple did Shen Yuan relax and stretched thank GOD this nightmare will soon be over!

He'll just wait here for a couple of years for the arrival of Shen Qingqiu and just discretely assasinate him then be on his way! Easy!

“I announce Shen Jiu to be our Head Disciple of Qing Jing Peak, Here we bestow the name as new peak lord Shen Qingqiu!”

Shen yuans clapping and proud face stiffened.

What?

He couldn’t kill Shen j- Qingqiu! He would rather die- okay change of plans be here to stop Shen from bullying Luo binghe he can fix this garbage story!

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When Shen Qingqiu tossed Luo Binghe into the abyss he had a good reason.

He grabbed Luo Binghes robes shoving him closer towards the edge “Listen you brat!” He hissed quickly, before Shen Yuan could get to them.

“Thousands of masters have lost their disciples to demons! They’re dead! what would they do when they find you, a demon- here? they would accuse you of conspiracy, they’ll kill us- they’ll kill Shen yuan! So jump in and get stronger!” 

“Shen Qingqiu don’t! Don’t do it please! We can figure this out-” Both hesitated at the anguish in Shen yuans voice.

And Luo binghe was going to jump, but his shizun didn’t give him the chance and pushed his disciple in before he could blink-the bastard!

Luo Binghes face warped into a snarl he’ll pay for that, he saw Shen yuan reach out his face wretched and watched how Shen Qingqiu tugged him away from the edge.

A viscious thought that Shen Qingqiu was lying that he wanted Shen yuan for himself-

He would get out of here, he wasn’t going to die, he vowed if that’s what his old shizun wanted he'll pay him back ten-fold.

Once the rift sealed shut, he braced himself for whatever Shen Yuan would do. He expected to be hit, screamed at, called a monster-

Shen Yuan grabbed him by the robes his gaze panicked his breathing sharp and his anger strong enough to topple mountains.

“Do you know what you’ve done!?” Shen Qingqiu knew, he knew he lost Shen Yuan that he would hate Shen Qingqiu for the rest of his life-

“You’ve doomed us all! You have doomed yourself! He’s going to come back and he’ll kill you!” Shen yuan didn’t look like he was going to make him pay-

He looked afraid for him.

Shen Yuan was shaking and Shen Qingqiu was unnerved.

Months trickled by like sand and Shen yuan was a ghost calling out to Binghe only to be reminded that he was gone- dead.

He would gaze into the distance and have nightmares those easy days they had were gone and only then Did Shen Qingqiu feel guilt.

Shen yuan finally snapped out of it from Ning yingying to not grieve that the other disciples hated seeing him waste away.

That seemed to wake him up.

Shen yuan needed to save Shen Qingqiu but he had to die by Luo Binghes hands...Hmm.

Shen yuan hoped that Luo Binghe wouldn’t destroy their sect he tried everything to make sure his white lotus was happy what of it wasn’t enough would they all die because of one man?

He told Shen Qingqiu his plan, with the mushroom and all that he knew.

Shen Qingqiu held him close as Shen yuan cried “You’ve been carrying this burden for so long…” he felt like a idiot. Shen yuan pain tolerance was startling and his mask even better than his own he had visions of the future and if he was right then Shen Qingqiu was going...

Shen Qingqiu envied how Shen Yuan could adapt like water of a ducks back how he would seem so calm and collected better than Shen Qingqiu could ever manage.

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Shen yuan had to wonder why he was in the water prison with Shen Qingqiu. Apparently he was an enabler as if! He was born a few years after Shen jiu and didn’t even know him! They didn't even go to the same sect until later! All because Shen Yuan was Shen Qingqiu right hand man or something stupid.

Might as well have arrested yue qingyuan!

Then the palace mistress appeared why were they in a wife plot?

He did take Ning yingyings place by helping Luo Binghe find his jade pendent and entered his dream realm-

Both he and Shen Qingqiu ducked and dodged the whips but they still sliced their clothes Shen yuan grew tired, his without a cure acting up even with the immortal binding cables.

But Shen Qingqiu noticed distracted and the Palace mistress whip slashed Shen Yuan moved without realising moving with his back to the palace mistress facing Shen Qingqiu as his back was struck he grunted in pain.

"Shen Yuan-" The other hissed anger in his eyes and Shen Yuan fell forward with the momentum on top of Shen Qingqiu and gasped, shit he was going to kill him!

Shen Qingqiu grunted as the two collided Shen yuan grimaced then swallowed as he felt Shen Qingqiu shift, and he looked pissed.

“What is going on here?” Luo Binghe growled disposing of the palace mistress whip into the acid, he glanced at the two Shens and paused to see Shen Yuan on his top of Shen Qingqiu his face furrowed in pain as he looked up at Binghe and Shen Qingqiu in between his legs and their chests flush together glaring at Binghe.

Luo Binghe’s throat was suddenly dry.

Shen Qingqiu scoffed and shifted, it only made Shen Yuan slip further with a yelp. his leg rising in between the others legs. Shen Qingqiu figured his mistake as Shen Yuan straddled his legs looking panicked.

 Luo Bonghe approached helping Shen yuan “Let me-“ shen yuan flinched jostling and Luo binghes claws ripped through his robes- the palace mistress whip was aimed more towards him for some reason unaware how Luo Bonghe always spoke of shen yuan and she was jealous.

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Shen Qingqiu saw Shen yuan shivering and binghes robe tucked around his body. Shen Qingqiu felt seething rage.

“Come here,” he stretched his arms and pulled Shen Yuan to his lap “sleep.” 

The boy was wrecked practically stressed, and fidgeted in shen Qingqiu lap. The man breathed evenly through his nose trying not to react mediating while he waited for Shen Yuans shivers to die down.

Xiao gongyi saw them in this state and paled.

“Shen yuan you have a message.” Once shen gazed up at him did the Huan hua disciple speak. “Shang Qinghua says he’s sorry he couldn’t take care of your plants and that they died, it was too early for them.” 

Shen yuans face was stricken eyes brimming with tears.

Shen yuan was always strong, he never showed emotion unless it was really dire! Was his plants really that important?

“Is master shen alright?” 

Shen Qingqiu saw his chance his gaze narrowing “Lord Luo Binghe’s hospitality isn’t really so accommodating.” He said pointedly glancing down at the man in his lap.

Xiao gonglyis expression paled at the duress of Shen yuan, his ripped robes his shaking and open tearful face.

Luo Binghe was really Dispicable.

Shen Qingqiu was internally preening, and this was why he was the strategist.

The Huan hua ex-head disciple helped them escape and noticed Shen Yuans limp- from sitting in Shen Qingqius lap but it really helped sell it.

He was confused when xiao gonglyi gave him his robes “Thank you Xiao this really helps.” Shen yuan spoke with gratitude and Shen Qingqiu had to wonder if shen yuan was doing this on purpose or was really oblivious.

Of course they get kidnapped by a giant snake! And taken to the demon realm and used as hostages for Luo Binghe to trade his Xin Mo sword.

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes "As if he would trade that for us- you're wasting your time."

Shen Qingqiu, the snake and Tianglang-jun stared, sometimes Shen Yuan was really smart...other times he was a bit of an idiot.

[lunarmochi]

vent

i'm suddenly reminded that i exist outside my own perception, as well as the perception of the people i care about.

to some people, i'll just be the toxic monster that broke someone's heart.

or that one person on the street that always looks upset/angry.

people that don't know me can see me and form an opinion about me, no matter if they're wrong or right. people's perception can match my innermost, intrusive thoughts and that's that. it's not like i can really prove that i'm a good person to them.

when i do something wrong, people will almost always take a side. if someone breaks up with me, their friends will probably form an extremely negative opinion of me and view me as scum on earth. their friends that i talked to and bantered with could shun me at a moment's notice.

"don't listen to them, others' opinion of you doesn't matter" well is that really true?

how long until i believe them? if the entire world sees me as this villain that can't do anything good for anyone, am i supposed to just ignore them? am i supposed to just live on with my probably false view of myself that says i'm a decent person?

it would be easier to just believe them. to feed into their perspective and be the villain in their lives, so that they'll be more motivated to live on and throw me in the trash.

my self-worth isn't high. i'm not the type of person someone should give up their friends for. i'm not the type of person that's worth the world in someone's hands. hell, you could tell me i'm worth a few pennies and pocket lint and i'd believe you.

if other people tell my friends that they should stop talking to me? maybe they're better off listening to them. humans are expendable and replaceable, me especially.

besides, what's another person gone and leaving me in the dust?

[myuni-moon]

#heart in paradise, body in abyss

synopsis: you may be kind enough to forgive but never to forget. those who would've cherished you the most know it, perhaps too well.

warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, mentions of harassment and violence, mentions of death; impostor is referred with fem!pronouns but does not mirror reader’s gender

note: @nicebonescomrade's villain au that @mikachuchu brought to my attention :)) i'm not too proud of it, but i hope it's good lkasngldfag

“you will never know kindness, not even in death will you find peace."

perhaps, it's true that you'll never know kindness. you’ll never feel it on your skin when the breeze of mondstadt tickles your cheeks. you’ll never see it on the kind faces of the citizens of liyue. you’ll never hear it from the gentle pluck of a zither. you’ll never envision it when the stars align once more in place long forgotten.

maybe that is what fate has decided as your body caved into the pain, and the tests of your strength has failed you. your legs had long gone numb, your arms just the same. it’s such a nice place to rest, you think. if only it could stay that way for you, letting yourself fall into the solitude of nature once for all; you’d never have to run until your lungs have pit, never had to starve in the midst of being hunted down.

you no longer recall whatever fault it is they decided you committed, only offensive enough to invoke the wrath of those you loved once upon a time. it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, knowing that the era of your laughter has long passed. instead, it has been replace of an age where the reign of such a tyrannical ruler clawed at you.

the swift rustle of grass keeps you wide awake, even when the call of death coaxes you to finally close your eyes and rest your weary soul. the sickening high-pitched laugh of teyvat’s beloved deity rings in your ear that you’ve come to akin to the annoying buzz of a mosquito. you wheeze painfully on the forest opening, accepting your fate.

your gaze remains on the cloudless sky before you, too painful to move even a single muscle of your body. you don’t even care to identify which characters on your past roster that she brought with her.

“given up, i see.” her tone is obnoxious, yet you can only imagine of shutting her up; you’re too powerless to ever go up against the characters you oh, so tirelessly built for months on end. how ironic that they’d kill you with the weapons that you provided for them.

“can you hurry it up? i’m tired enough as it is. i don’t even want to deal with you anymore.” you’re able to pick up all kinds of sounds after that, a few growls and clicks of tongues. nothing you aren’t used to before.

“be more respectful to her grace, scum—” you faintly hear the voice of scaramouche as footsteps indicate someone has moved closer— “you’re lucky that our beloved god has shown you kindness. if it weren’t for her, we would’ve killed you where you stood.”

you almost want to double over.

“kindness?” you wheeze painfully. “what do you know about kindness?”

“mercy.” zhongli retorts from afar. “it’ll be the only kindness you’ve been shown, yet you don’t even deserve it.”

despite the ache that roots itself deep within your bones, you force yourself to smile. a cloud drifts right in front of you, and you wonder what it’d be like if you were one. at least, you’d be able to live in bliss, no longer paranoid if you’ll live to see the next day.

“i suppose offering a little more wouldn’t hurt,” their god exclaims and puffs out their chest in pride, “say your last words. it’s the least i can give for such a pitiful creature.”

“last words, huh?” you hum. there’s nothing in particular in your head. you’ve long since been abandoned by the ones you’ve cared for the most, so who’d even be kind enough to give you a eulogy? you can no longer dwell on the pain, to spout out curses in your last moments. instead, you reminisce on the times of joy.

the grass underneath you caresses your skin as you sink further into the earth, back into the soil from whence you came. "i knew kindness once— offered it, even. i always thought that teyvat was a beautiful place, but i underestimated just how cruel it would be."

"the merriment of mondstadt's windblume festival, the lights of liyue's lantern rite, the fireworks of inazuma's summer festival— i'll never forget them. the adventures we went on, and the time i spent with you all are things i cherish the most." you smile. "maybe somewhere in my heart, i can find it to forgive you. i'm just thankful for the good memories."

as soon as that is said, your face falls once more, and the grin on your lips drop into a frown. "but i'll never forget what you've all done to me."

liquid gold drips down your nose, and you can just imagine the horrified looks on their faces now that the truth has come out. you, their true god, would die of the injuries inflicted by your very own acolytes; it'd make such a good drama, you muse. you've lost enough feeling in your body that you fail to register the desperate hands that run up and down your limbs in hopes of soothing the pain that pulsates underneath your skin.

a shriek rings in the air, and you're mildly surprised it isn't yours. you find yourself crowded by all kinds of bodies, but you can't force yourself to care. if you die here, at least you were kind enough to show them the truth— even if it meant leaving them to blame themselves for teyvat's downfall.

[morallygreyprompts]

Bad Things Happen Bingo 3.0 #9

I would love to explain how I fell off the face of the planet again but alas I have no explanation. Blame work and my hyperfixation on my cloudwalker series.

Anyway, here’s the next BTHB:

Chained To A Wall

Characters: Hero, Villain, and Supervillain Warnings; Contains kidnapping, threats, and a knife wound and descriptions of blood, nudity (top half, not sexual).

Hero woke with a pained groan, keeping their eyes closed as they used to the aches and twinges of pain in their body. But why pain? What had happened? It was all so faint and blurred.

With a hiss, Hero slowly opened their eyes, wincing as the light met their eyes and stung. They groaned again, but what surprised them was that it kept going even when they’d stopped. They strained to look up, and that was when they saw Villain chained to the wall, dangling down by their arms. Hero’s eyes widened. “[V.Villain]?” they croaked, trying to step towards them. It was only then they realised they were tied the same way.

“[V.Villain]?” they tried again, a little louder this time. “Huh,” they mumbled.  “Oh… right… I remember.”

Hero managed to get their feet under them, grimacing with the pain. “[Villain], what happened?” Villain’s eyes snapped open and they glared at Hero. “You really don’t remember your sheer stupidity that got us locked up here?” “Well, if I did, I wouldn’t have asked,” Hero shot back. “And I doubt that I was stupid, more like you were doing something you shouldn’t have been.”

Villain gritted their teeth. “You can’t even remember and still you fucking blame me!” “Yes, yes I do!” Hero retorted. “Now please just tell me.”

Villain grumbled and looked away, “You wouldn’t listen to me. I told you to stand down, and we could have avoided this. I told you it wasn’t safe!” Hero was quiet for a moment, letting some memories drip back into their mind. “You did not make it sound like that at all,” Hero grunted. “I was trying to arrest you, wasn’t I?” “Yes, I was stealing, but then I’d realised it was a set up and you wouldn’t listen to my warnings,” Villain said. They sighed and looked down. “Now we’re here.” Hero bit their lip before they also looked away, “Now we’re here...” they mumbled. “Where… is here?”

“We’re being held here by [Supervillain],” Villain said. “So don’t expect a smooth ride. This isn’t going to end well.” Hero swore under their breath. “What about [Hero’s Sidekick] and [Villain’s Sidekick]?” Villain shrugged. “I’m not getting my hopes up.”

Hero sighed and looked away. They pondered apologising, but they also feared it would sound insincere, forced. Villain didn’t seem to care if the conversation continued or not.

It didn't matter. The door opened with an eerie creak, a cry of  a warning before Supervillain sauntered in.

“Awake at last? Excellent. I thought you two might be growing bored, so I decided we could play a game.” “Untie me so I can beat the shit out of [Hero] and I’ll be entertained enough,” Villain grunted. “What’s going on, [Supervillain]? I don’t recall any beef with you.”

Supervillain revealed a sinister knife. “No, it’s true we have no qualms. I suppose one of us has to start somewhere.” Supervillain pressed the blade against Villain’s shoulder and began to dig in. Hero tensed their jaw, seeing the thin line of blood that slipped down their shoulder. “My  game is perfectly simple. One of you is going to suffer, the other gets to watch. Exciting, right?” “Thrilling,” Villain ground out through gritted teeth. Supervillain smirked and yanked the blade away. “But there’s one last twist. You both get to choose who suffers? The city’s saviour? The scum that crawls in the gutters? Fail to come to a decision, and I will hurt both of you. Who wants the knife?”

“Me,” Hero and Villain said at the same time. Supervillain burst out laughing. “Oh, this is precious.” “[Villain], no. This is my fault, I deserve this. You tried to warn me-” “And you’re the hero, you’re the good person. The city needs you, they don’t need me.” Hero growled. “Since when did you care about the city? Why are you protecting me?” “Because I deserve this- for everything. Now for fuck’s sake, [Supervillain], get to it! Hurt me, make me bleed, make me scream, see how long it takes you to make me give a shit!”

Supervillain swiftly set to work, removing Villain’s shirt and using years worth of skill to draw the best cries and whimpers from Villain’s lips. Blood, like the ribbons of a dancer, glided effortlessly down Villain’s body until it dripped lifelessly on the floor beneath them. Supervillain savoured the sight. Hero closed their eyes, but every time they did, Supervillain hurt Villain more, forcing them to watch, to have no choice to take it all in.

But Hero just couldn’t dangle from their chains and endure this. This wasn’t fair! This was their fault! “Leave them alone!” Hero cried. “Hurt me! Please, just leave them alone, please! Please hurt me instead!” “[H.Hero]... no,” Villain groaned weakly, their head hanging limp against their chest.

Hero gulped but didn’t back down. They were meant to be a hero. They couldn’t let someone else take the blame for their mistake. Supervillain chuckled. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

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[bigbadredpanda]

Hi,, I hope I'm not bothering you with this and I'm sorry if my English isn't good, I hope you can understand my questions. I've been thinking about this for a while now and I tried to find information online but I found nothing.

MDZS is the first Chinese Novel I've read and I still haven't finished it yet,,but I've heard about rumors that said that MXTX is in jail, because she sold copies of her books. The rumor isn't true, however it made me wonder something,, I know China's censorship on lgbt related stuff is really heavy and that's why the donghua and drama adaptations of MDZS and other bl works are censored, but I didn't know that authors couldn't sell their novels.

So my question is,, how does MXTX earn money if she isn't allowed to sell her works? She has already finished 3 Danmei novels, and her works are really popular, they even have manhua, donghua or drama adaptations. The adaptations have earned quite a lot of money, but since she's an anonymous writer, does part of it even go to her?

To make the drama, the donghua and the manhua, producers had to ask her permission, I think. So, since the adaptations are doing well, she should get part of the profit, but how does it work? If the Chinese Government really is against lgbt themed works, shouldn't they have done something about her?

I really love her works and I hope that she earns something since she is the one that created all of them. Thanks for considering my question!!

Hi both of you and welcome to the cnovel fandom! Quick intro of the author, MXTX uses a pen name like many webnovel authors, it’s the abbreviation of Mo Xiang Tong Xiu which literally means “Ink Fragrance, Copper [Money] Stench” (墨香铜臭). Fun fact, it’s her mother who coined that name. MXTX wished to pursue a major in literature during university but her mother wanted her to graduate in economy instead while keeping writing on the side, that way she would have the fragrance of ink in one hand and the stench of money in the other.

We also know that she is fairly young, she wrote Scum Villain while she was a university student and she started working on the outline of MDZS in her final year. Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official’s Blessing) is the third book she completed and a fourth novel is/was in the works, its provisional title is “No rest for the death god” and is supposed to be a supernatural story taking place in a modern setting.

MXTX is one of the most popular webnovel authors on Jinjiang Literature City, the webnovel platform, but her popularity also comes with a great many detractors. You’ve heard some of the malicious rumours circulating in the English-speaking side of the fandom, it’s just a drop in the ocean compared to the outpouring of heated controversies in the Chinese side as the latter can have real-life consequences. There is a different nexus between the creator and the audience and the fandom culture is not the same either, it can be quite deleterious due to the tendency to report any content that one disagrees with.

Censorship in China is... ever-changing and nebulous. How severe it is depends on the medium. Nevertheless, gay literature (同志文学) does exist in China and it is distinct from danmei. I also want to nuance a bit the pervasive idea that anything lgbt is systematically and relentlessly censored in China. The reality is more complex than that and it would be dismissive of the hard-fought gains and visibility that Chinese lgbt activists have obtained these past two decades (some concrete examples: the work of the lgbt centre in Beijing or the pride festival in Shanghai). I don’t know if people are aware of this but lgbt dating apps are thriving in China, the most popular one, Blued, is also the largest lgbt social network worldwide. With that said, the official policy towards homosexuality is the three No’s: “no approval, no disapproval, no promotion”. A stance comparable to the “don’t ask, don’t tell”. It’s not explicit persecution but it manifests in the silencing of public discussion and the limiting media representation of homosexuality. In 2017, the top media regulator that oversaw radio, film and television  issued guidelines banning a number of things, this included obscene and violent content, homosexuality, superstitious pseudoscience (such as reincarnation or spirit possession). On top of that, there is also an ongoing crackdown on online pornography that gets increasingly intense. And that concerns everyone on the internet, it’s astonishing the lengths netizens will go to in order to circumvent the censorship, new slang is developed to refer obliquely to banned words, fanfics are published in image format to prevent text recognition, etc... The censorship might be increasingly prevalent but netizens push back with their resourcefulness. Pushing back is also not without significant risk. Perhaps you have heard of the case of the danmei author that received a severe jail sentence? A few Western media picked up on that and criticised the ruling that was deemed homophobic. Chinese reactions tell a slightly different story, the author's crime was not writing danmei, she was in fact accused of making a profit by illegally producing and disseminating pornographic material. I’m not too keen on the details but it seems she printed the books herself and sold them online. To some Chinese observers, the ruling was not discriminatory because she did break the law. To others, it was absurd because this law dates from an era when internet barely existed and it would have been much more laborious to mass-produce and share porn at that time. There’s a bit of truth in all these points of views. It’s also not disingenuous to say that lgbt content is more likely to be targeted than het content even if the charges are not directly lgbt-related.

Usually contracted authors of webnovel platforms have a more secure status. They get a fee from the purchase of VIP chapters as well as tips from the readers. Other sources of revenue arise when webnovels get popular enough to get the opportunity to be published through official channels or when adaptation rights are sold (I assume that the author receives a share of that deal but perhaps does not get any further financial gain from the adaptation or its merch).

To support the author, I would suggest purchasing TGCF on Jinjiang (guide) or buying the physical versions of her three novels in Chinese (shop, change to English with top-right world icon), the special boxsets of MDZS and TGCF come with tons of goodies!

Hope I could be of service and that my tirade was mildly informative ^^'

[palbabor-writes]

yan Shigaraki pt. iii

Also known as: MOMMY KINK 

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, dubcon, mentions of rape, bondage, drugging, kidnapping, blow jobs, cunniliginus, vaginal fingering, mind break, manipulation, prostate milking, switching, mommy kink, DARK FIC 

Word Count: 9307 

Notes: back y’all. this one focuses on that mommy kink everyone has been requesting, so, uh, come get your juice. 

this fic is dedicated to & beta edited by @kugutsuu​. i am but a humble acolyte at her shrine, so if you wanna see some grade A mommy kink, or more Tomura porn, plz, go read her stuff. it is marvelous.

Part III: MOMMY KINK

part i || part ii  

The shower is grimy. Thankfully, most of the stains are old patches of soap scum or neglected bits of grout. You’d asked Tomura once, to clean it, but he’d just chuckled and shoved you into the glass box, saying he’d think about it, if you’re good. 

It’s a pity you haven’t made it back onto the “good,” list.

It’s been three weeks and although Tomura has kept you close, hardly letting you slip from his sight, binding you when he has to leave the confines of his room, he’s clearly sulking in his lingering annoyance. An annoyance that’s firmly directed at you. 

His touches are less frequent and there’s been a decided lack of that early, awed, wonderment and soft persistences. He used to stroke his fingers down your skin when you slept beside him, careful to let you know that he’s being cautious, not wanting to frighten, or worry you. Now, when he flops beside you, he turns his back, curling up, on his side of the mattress, shouldering off your tentative pets.  

He’s distant and you can’t adjust to it.

You reach for the plain sliver of bar soap and work it into your shivering arms, building suds and foam under your fingers. The shower door is fogging up, thick with the wet heat from the spraying water, but you can make out Tomura’s outline. He’s perched on a low stool, one that he’s placed specifically in the tiled room, so he can keep an eye on you, so he can make sure you don’t try to slither away from him again. 

It’s frustrating, the warring closeness and aloofness he’s giving you, and you grumpily slough off the bubbles of soap, watching as they swirl down the rusted drain. You were going to come back, you justify, wetting your hair and hoping there’s enough shampoo left to give it a proper soak. You only wanted to get your cat. It’s not your fault he’d forgotten him, when he’d drugged you and placed you under his power. Sure, you could have told him about the feline, but you just…

You wanted to do it yourself. 

Since he’s taken you, you don’t get to do a lot of things by yourself anymore and you needed to prove...no...that’s not right. You’d wanted to taste the fresh air that night and yank yourself out from under Tomura’s omnipresent thumb. It’s exhausting, being held like this. You know, in his own twisted way, that Tomura loves you and there’s some answering part of you that’s starting to care for him, too, but those feelings don’t make you any less caged. Besides, you sigh, combing the shampoo into your hair, how could you not find yourself slipping into a ragged dependency?   

How were you possibly supposed to prevent those budding needs? After all, took care of you and he fed you, both physically and sexually. God, you’d never had anyone fuck you like he did. You’re almost certain that he’d been a virgin when he fucked you, that first night, but damn, he’d more than made up for his inexperience with a genuine desire to see you satisfied. 

It’s an odd rush of emotions. 

You feel equal parts guilt and anger pressing at you. You didn’t mean for this to happen and it’s not fair he’s still taking it out on you. Besides, you’d only wanted to get your cat that night. You didn’t have grand plans of escape, or reporting Tomura’s undoubted villain status to the police. No, you would have come back. The most you would have risked was sneaking one quiet night's sleep in your old bed, but you would have slunk back to him in the morning, ready to see his outstretched arms and those lovely, fervid, eyes that flashed so much adoration when they rested upon you.

Yes, it had all gone to plan, that is, until he caught you. 

He hadn’t spoken much, since that night, and you missed those early conversations the two of you shared. You know you’ve perturbed him, angered him, hurt him, and it’s starting to feel like there's nothing you can do about it. 

However, while you were kept under strict watch, your rescued cat, on the other hand, has grown into a regal prince, free to strut about the hideout, often weaving under Tomura’s red shoes. Never, never, ever, would you have thought that you’d be jealous of a cat, of your cat. But you can’t help but bristle at the affection Tomura showers down on your feline, and your cat, that damned smug little thing, lapped it all up, purring and fat, content with his new supremacy.

You suck your teeth at the thought and quickly dash your head under the reassuring spray of the shower. When you turn, you catch sight of Tomura’s outline again and a sudden idea pops into your head. Before your failed rescue mission, Tomura had often luxuriated under your touches, almost vibrating some nights, drunk off the pleasure of your stroking hands. Although he’s been detached, maybe...maybe you could bridge that gap, with the right incentive, of course. 

“Um, Tomura?” you call, curling your arms about your chest, shivering as you step from the misting of warm water. 

He grunts, but that hazy silhouette doesn’t shift, solid and unyielding, despite your soft voice. You bite your lip and step closer, pressing yourself against the slick glass, not ready to give up. 

“Can you come here, please?” you try again, infusing honey and light into your tone, hoping it might convince him to turn. 

“What is it?” Tomura grumbles, but you notice him shift and you smile at your tiny victory. 

“I need you, just for a second, if you...please, Tomura?” you’re trailing your fingers over the frosted dips and imperfections of the shower door and you can tell he’s starting to waver. It’s hard for him to pull away when you whine out his name like that. It’s likely a control thing, but that gasping want, that echo of need is something he’s done his best to encourage, liking that he can make you slip into a gooey, broken, state. 

He stands and pads toward the steaming shower and you bite back a grin, pleased he’s maneuvering into place. Once he’s close, you crack the door open and poke your dripping head out, searching for his eyes. Tomura pauses when he catches sight of you, vermillion iries dark, narrowed and suspicious. 

“What?” he asks again, his lips curling, lifting that jagged scar and revealing a line of straight, white, teeth. 

“Can...can you do me a favor?” you question, dragging your tongue across your lower lip, tugging at the plush skin, silently rejoicing when you catch his eyes lowering, following the motion. 

“Depends,” he snaps, his gaze flashing back to yours. You give a soft huff, disappointed that he’s not bending, at least, not yet. 

“Will you, um, take a shower with me?”

Tomura snorts, looking over your sopping hair. “Don’t be stupid, you’re practically done.”

“What if I want to clean you off?”

“You calling me gross?”

“No,” you stammer, aghast and unsure if he’s joking. “I just...I want to do this, for you. You’ve been so good to me, I want to do something nice for you, too.”

“Liar,” Tomura taunts, but he does step closer, leaning one arm on the brass frame and peering over your half concealed form. 

“I’m not lying. I’d really like to– ”

“Not that. You’re lying about me being good to you. Don’t give me that look, you know it’s true. Should I list it out for you? To prove it. Let’s see, I’ve kidnapped you, fucked you, against your will, until all you can do is drool, begging me to stop, and I’m pretty sure that’s fucking called rape. What else? Oh, I’ve drugged you, tied you up for hours, almost killed your cat, ah, and I’ve been ignoring you, doing my fucking best to make you feel like the ungrateful little slut that you are. That enough? Or should I give you some more?”

You roll your shoulders, agitated. “Tomura, that’s not...I don’t want to talk about that. I want– ”

“You want to pretend again. To put on an act and go about the motions. Wait until I’ve lowered my guard and then you’ll fucking– hey– stop!” Tomura bristles when your wet fingers curl around his dark shirt, yanking him toward you and dangerously close to the wet tiles. His nose wrinkles and he tries to bat you away, hands roughly knocking against your pruned skin. 

“Tomura, please. I’m not...I just want to be close to you. Don’t push me away, I’m sorry. I’ve told you that before and I’ll tell you again. You know I didn’t mean– ”

“Didn’t mean to sneak out of a window? You fucking accidentally woke up and thought, good time to make sure he’s out on a meeting, better make the most of this? Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you (Y/N),” Tomura growls, finally succeeding in shaking himself free, glaring down at your damp, wrinkled, brow. 

Sighing, you sulk back into the warmth of the shower, pouting your lips and shaking  your head, dropping tiny flecks of water across Tomura’s dark shirt and bare feet. “You’re really not going to forgive me, huh? Even if I tell you that I’m sorry, even if I ask for you to let me hold you? 

That’s fucking mean, Tomura. You’re such a jerk. A fucking ass. You’re making me feel like some kind of bitch. Yeah, I didn’t ask for you to fucking kidnap me, but what do you want me to do? 

It’s not my fault that...that I like you. That I like when you’re nice to me, that I like when you make me feel so...so good, and, well, wanted. You can’t...what am I supposed to do? At this rate, I’ll just hate you. So, if that’s what you’re...what...what you’re want...oh.”

You’d turned your face, while you snapped and berated him, so the feeling of his hard, bare chest, and the sucking pressure of his lips startles you. When your face lifts to his, his long fingers wrap under your chin, forcing you to look at him. His red gaze ensnares you and your breath catches, granting him the opportunity to shut the glass door behind him and press you against the slippery tiles. His free hand shifts to the temperature gauge and he rolls the heat down, hissing at the sting of the shifting water. 

“Fine,” he smirks, slotting himself against your curves, letting you feel his rising cock and the sharp planes of his muscles. “I’m here. What is this, so called, nice thing you want to do for me?” 

You laugh at his dripping sarcasm and arch into his arms, pleased when he gifts you a quiet shiver. “Turn around,” you smile, your eyes roving over his exposed figure hungrily. Tomura sucks his teeth, but he does as you ask and you reach beside him, slipping the block of bar soap into your palm. You scoot close and dampen the sharp protrusions of his shoulder blades, slicking them with the lukewarm water before pressing the soap over him. Once you get a decent lather built up, you let your fingers dip into his corded sinews, massaging out the rough patches until he’s groaning, a pleased hum radiating from his chest. 

“Does that feel ok?” you ask, watching him tremble when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. Tomura responds by shifting back, cracking his back as he bows into your touch. You smile and cup some water over him, sloshing away the bubbles. Once his back is clean and gleaming, you rub yourself against him, kissing his neck. 

“What’s your plan?” Tomura sighs, his voice hushed. He cranes his neck and you catch a glimpse of one bright eye, watching you, waiting for your response. 

“Plan?” you ask, confused by his meaning. 

“Yeah, you trying to butter me up? You think this is gonna change my mind? If you do something nice for me, I’ll have to repay you? Let my guard down?”

You click your tongue and pull him to you, urging him to turn around, so you can see him properly. “Stop it,” you tut, raising the soap again and repeating the soft circles and easy massages, liking that he’s starting to duck his head, a light flush seeping over his chest and nose. “I want to do this for you. Call me stupid, but it makes me happy to see you relaxed. There’s something nice about your face and...and how you look at me. Besides, you haven’t looked at me like that...since...since before that night.” 

Tomura glances away at the reminder, breaking the hard stare he’d fixed you with, but he takes a shallow step toward you, letting the tips of your nipples glide over his slippery pectorals. You gasp at the sensation, enjoying the sweet tightening that races along your areola, puckering the buds into stiff peaks. 

“Well? Don’t leave the job half finished. Keep going,” Tomura rasps, his hands cupping your lifted wrist and moving the soap over his sternum, before passing it along his abdomen. Nodding, you gulp and work your way down until you have to kneel, your knees digging into the water logged floor. Your head lines up with his half hardened cock and you eye the velvety flesh ravenously. You chance a peek up at him, but he’s still refusing to meet your eyes, his head turned, scowling darkly at the wet tiles. 

“Tomura,” you begin, releasing the bar of soap, letting the rushing water snag it, carrying it toward the pull of the drain. “Why don’t you let me take care of this for you?”

Above you, his jaw sets and you can hear him grinding his teeth, trying to shrug off that deepening red blush. You’re not quite sure why he’s so affected by this, but you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Your fingers slide up his thighs, nails gently scraping and pressing as you near the apex of his hips, watching him rise under temptation of your proximity. Once you’re grazing along his dark curls, he unconsciously thrusts toward you, a tiny droplet of precum budding out of his slit, gleaming in the light of the bathroom. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” you ask, your heart thumping wildly, unsure where this sudden urge, this need, to have him supplicate himself for you, is coming from. You want him to ask, no, you want him to moan for you as he blushes and pants. Oh, yes. That would look so good on him. “I can help,” you continue, careful to keep your eyes down, not wanting to give yourself away. “It looks...it looks like you need me to take care of you. Just ask me, Tomura. Ask me to..to…”

Tomura’s hand on the back of your head makes you lose your train of thought and you sputter into silence, your eyes lifting to his, waiting. He glares down at you, imperious and chilling. His nostrils flare when you breathe across his leaking tip and his hips shift again, thumping his heavy cock head against your parted lips. 

“Suck,” he commands and immediately, you do your utmost to take him all in, your jaw aching at the familiar weight of him. Tomura groans at the suction and his eyes finally slip closed. You hollow your cheeks and curl your tongue, racing the wet appendage over his thick veins, feeling him pulse and swell. He’s salty and so, so deliciously earthy. Your mind clouds over and all thoughts of making him bend to you fly out the window, content in the happy pleasure of making him spill down your waiting throat. 

******

Later, when you’re both dry and stretched out on his tattered mattress, he turns to you, pressing his face into your arms, sighing happily when you stroke a hand down his hair. It’s been a while, since he’s come to you like this, all contented nuzzles and heavy exhales. Even before your misguided escape, he would rather have you cling to him, than he to you. No, this is a different kind of touch. You curl around him and he begins to slacken in your hold, drifting into the welcoming embrace of sleep. 

As the night passes around you, you revisit those musings you’d had in the shower, when he was doing his best to ignore you as you gently needled him, wanting to hear him ask you for your attention. You’d never thought much on domination, how could you? Half of the time, you were bound or gagged, especially in the early days of your capture. Tomura had always been unrelenting in his control and you hadn’t done much to question his iron backed rule, at least, not until tonight. 

But once you noticed that tight lipped expression and that delightful blush he’d given you? Oh, you wanted something very different from him then. Imagine, you think, a mischievous smirk lifting your lips, just imagine him, gasping and whining, just for you. He’d look so nice, so handsome, like that. 

You’ll have to be cautious and you’ll need to go slow, but fuck, you want to see him beg. Tonight was a good step. You’d slipped back into his good graces and you’d shown that he can trust himself, and you, to let him show you a gentler, more vulnerable side of himself. Now, let’s see if you can get something different from this arrangement. Besides, you reason, if you’re stuck here, you might as well have a little bit of fun. 

******

He’s got you pinned down, his powerful thighs digging into your spread hips, slapping his meaty balls against the wet curve of your ass. His fingers are hovering over your clit, but he’s careful not to touch. He isn’t wanting you to cum, not yet. You can’t breathe when he takes you like this and his lips are close to the hollow of your throat, rising and lowering in time with his jagged thrusts. 

“You’re too quiet tonight,” Tomura rumbles, his tongue dipping out to swipe up some droplets of sweat that have slipped down your chin. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me this is all you can take? I’ve seen you give me more. That’s it, be a good little slut, be my good girl, let me hear you.” 

His thumb slithers to your pulsing bud, slipping under the swollen hood and encouraging that pulpy flesh to throb out, hot and wanting. You gasp and he lifts his head, pressing a rough kiss to the side of your mouth. 

“Almost,” he taunts, positioning his index finger above his thumb, at the top of your clit, trapping it in his hold. The sharp, painfully cloying sensation he sparks makes you arch and his cock slips deeper, the head tapping against that final barrier of your cervix. You hiss at the distant echo of pain and Tomura sighs above you, surging his hips forward and grinding down, scraping his pelvis against yours, watching you tremble around him. 

“You take me so fucking well, (Y/N). Such a pretty little pussy, all wet and open, so flushed and all mine.”

When he tucks back, gliding his length from your weeping cunt, you find your voice and you shiver out a question, hoping, praying, he’ll entertain the idea. “T-Tomura, I...I want to ride you.” 

His brow furrows and he gives you a bewildered look, red eyes flashing over your distant, blissed out, expression. “Huh?”

“I said, I want to r-ride you. I want you on your back so I can...ohh...fuck,” your demand shakes to a halt as he gives you a harsh cant, his cock swelling as your walls flutter around him. 

“What’s wrong with this?” he scoffs, lifting his rubbing fingers and leaving your clit abandoned and aching. You keen at the loss, hips blindly rising, hoping you’ll catch him before he’s too far away. 

“Damn it,” you sulk, missing your target and tilting your chin, meeting his hazy eyes and wrinkling your nose. “There’s nothing wrong with this, I just want you deeper. Fucking you...ah– fucking you, when you’re on your back, will let me take more of you. Come on, just this once? If you don’t like it, I– ”

In the blink of an eye, Tomura wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, slinking under your quivering legs and stretching himself on the sheets. Your fingers scrabble for balance, accidentally scratching down his stomach. He growls at the sudden, trickling, pain but he’s impatient for you to move, so he responds to your unintended hurt by thrusting up, into your heat, leaking some of your copious arousal onto his thighs. 

“This doesn’t feel any different,” he grouses, his eyes glaring up at you before they dodge away, scowling out at his room, already frustrated that he’s given into your request, especially since it’s not looking like he’ll be getting much out of it.  

“Give me a second,” you complain, finally steadying yourself and bracing your knees on the soft mattress. Once you’ve gotten your barings, you rise up, savoring the sting of his thick cock as it’s lifted from you. You roll your hips when you lower yourself and Tomura grunts, minutely curving his back, his lips curling into a pleased grimace. “How’s that?” you ask, preparing to repeat the motion, keeping your legs close and your pussy clenched, exulting in his choked moans. 

“It...it’s ok,” Tomura concedes, a lovely blush beginning to seep over his face. His fingers tremble when they settle on your working hips, urging you to pick up your pace, but you ignore his silent request, circling yourself as you bottom him out, gently teasing him. 

“Awe,” you pout, trailing your hands to him, cupping at his jaw and turning him toward you. His eyes meet yours briefly and he quietly murmurs a few curses, trying to pull his chin from your warm digits. “Just ok?” you continue, letting your legs spread, rutting him into you, squeezing your sopping channel around his length. “I’m hurt. I figured you’d like this. Don’t I feel good? You feel amazing, so fucking hard and oh– Did you like that? Mmm, that felt nice. Tell me what it feels like for you, Tomura. I wanna know.” 

He dips his head back, unable to resist giving you a few sharp thrusts, his hips taking on a mind of their own as he begins to pulse inside you. That blush has bled down his neck and onto his broad chest, sprinkling his skin with a rosy hue. You drag your nails over the redness and he sucks in an unsteady breath, his eyes popping open and fixing you with a dazed stare. 

“Come on,” you taunt, bringing your knees back to the sides of his hips and lifting, rising, until his tip is beginning to slip from your quivering core. He hums at the feeling and the scar on his lip quirks as he gulps down a snarl. “I know, I’ll make a deal with you. Tell me how it feels for you and I’ll give you what you want,” you bargain, jutting your hips back and forth, teasing his swollen cock head until he’s digging bruises into your plush thighs. 

“What...what are you…doing...” Tomura gasps, his head lifting as he attempts to regain some control, his hands gripping you, trying to force you back to him. You click your tongue and lean away, out of his reach. “Don’t be like that. I just want to hear what you think. How can I possibly know if this feels good, if it makes you happy, if you don’t tell me?”

Tomura’s legs curl under you and his head shakes, white hair trailing along his neck, sticking to his damp skin. “I– it...it feels ok, I told you that.”

“Daw, but that’s vague,” you sulk, although you do sink down his straining cock, not quite all the way to his base, but low enough to reward him. Tomura sputters out a hiss when you do and he flops back to the bed, shaking. “Come on Tomura, give me a little more? Please?” you ask, fingers trailing along his stomach, drawing patterns into his slopes and grooves. 

“It feels...warm and it’s wet, so fucking wet, but...it...it hurts...I want more. Give me more. You said you’d take me deeper, not...not...ah– yes...yes…” He’s rasping as you engulf him to his hilt. You use your hands to brace yourself, picking up that cant, spearing him into you and keening when he hits something soft at the front of your pussy. Tomura’s eyes gleam when he notices your trembling and he lifts his legs, planting his feet under you and slamming himself into your undulating cunt. 

Your fingers wander to your clit and you start to roll those heady circles against yourself, oscillating waves of pleasure from your slippery bud. Tomura lets out a long sigh and he shivers as you break, edging yourself along that sharp ledge and falling into the mind numbing ecstasy that waits. As you drip and clench around him, Tomura gives out a weak shout and releases into you, thick bursts of his cum pulsing against your overstimulated and aching walls. 

You fall against him and he clings to you, kissing sloppily at your damp brow. After the heat of your coupling, your skin quickly begins to cool and you burrow into his warmth, careful to keep him tucked inside you, enjoying the softening of his length and the oozing slop that’s leaking from your cunt and onto the sheets. 

“What was that?” Tomura asks, his voice distant, awed.

“What?” you repeat innocently, pleased that these little pushes you’re giving him are working. You like seeing him disheveled and desperate and you want to see more. 

******

 It’s been easier between the two of you, since you’d worked your way back into his trust, but Tomura, being Tomura, still has his darker moments. 

He hasn’t permitted you to leave his room, still bringing you meals and keeping you close, binding you, or locking you in, when he can’t. But the nights are very different. He’s gentle with you again and he likes to duck into your arms, his white head pillowed against your breast. For your part, you’ve done your best to foster those urges, welcoming him and whispering soft words of praise over his bowed head. It’s a quiet lull and you like the shaking kisses he gives you, pleased with your acceptance. 

One evening, however, he comes to you in a blind rage.

Someone’s done something to shake him, to work him into this state, molding him into a walking, talking, callous being of anger and vitriol, but he won’t give you any names, or any particular reason for the sudden wrath. Instead, he opts to shove you down and spread you open, barely slipping his pants over his hips as he tugs his engorged, leaking, cock from the elastic band of his boxers. You’re not prepared for his first thrust and he growls in frustration as he sticks to you, lingering outside of your heat, unable to press forward. 

“Fuck,” he snarls, slicking his tongue over one thumb and lowering it to your clit, frantically rubbing at you, encouraging you to bead some of that glimmering arousal over your lower lips. 

“Tomura...Tomura...wait...I’m...ouch,” you whine, unable to hold still, shrinking from his aggression. “You can’t just shove your dick in me...I’ve gotta– ”

“Shut up,” Tomura grunts, maintaining that rough pressure, pinching at your half risen clit, pulling the hood away and mashing the pad of his thumb over the tiny bud. “I just want to...damn it…why won’t you– This isn’t fucking fair. I thought...I thought you were always ready for me, now? Why bother with you if you can’t give me what I want? Fucking slut, come on. I know you want me. Why won’t you– hey!”

Grateful that he’s neglected to tie you down today, you kick at him, scrabbling away from his belligerent touches. Tomura, displeased, snatches your ankle and tumbles you over, cracking his hand against your newly presented ass, startling a strangled gasp from your lips.

“Stop that,” he scolds, yanking you back and pressing you down, lifting your posterior and running a warm palm down the fleshy curve, soaking in the heat he’s struck from your skin. “I’m going to fuck you, so you might as well get used to that idea. Now, keep still (Y/N).”

“And I told you to hang on,” you grumble, twisting your head around to glower up at him. Shockingly, he pauses, his eyes narrowing as he leans back, lowering his hand to his throbbing length, tugging at himself, relieving some of the pressure that he’s worked up, waiting.  

“Just...what happened? Can’t you at least talk to me, before you try to fuck me inside out? What– ”

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” Tomura frowns, already pulling you back to him, prepared to line up with your unprepared cunt and shove his way inside you, ready or not. 

“No, wait. But what if– ”

“But what if?” Tomura mimics, unamused with your continued struggles. “My head hurts and I want to feel you. So, stop arguing with me, stop being such a–”

“If you finish that sentence I swear to fucking God, Tomura, I’ll– ”

“What? You’ll what? What are you gonna do? Huh?”

“Ugh, stop being such an ass, Tomura. It’s not like I pissed you off. How would you like it if I did this shit to you?”

“If you fucked me until I couldn’t think anymore? I’d say thank you and not be so– ”

“So let me do that,” you snap, wriggling out of his grip and flipping yourself around, fingers already reaching for his half clothed thighs and pulling yourself up to him. Tomura freezes underneath your touch and his eyes are wide, whisking over your upturned face. 

“You’ve got this, mmm, backwards,” he grouses, unable to resist bucking into you when one of your palms slips over his dripping cock.

“Do I?” you smile, kissing along his jaw, pausing to suck at his earlobe. He gasps at the sensation and his head butts into you, easing you off of that sensitive skin. “I’ll make it good for you, I promise,” you coo. 

He’s quiet for a time and the only sounds you can hear are the wet squelches of your hand, gliding up and down his succulent cock, squeezing when you reach the tip and working some of that dribbling precum over your fingers. You’re about to posit another question when you hear him, breathy and low, rumbling out his answer to your soft seduction. 

“Fine. What do you want me to do?”

Oh, fuck yes. You bite back your smile and pull yourself from his neck, meeting his eyes and reveling in that sweet blush he’s gifting you. Your hand keeps up a delicious friction, mollifying his ragged needs, and you study his face, debating your next move. He looks frustrated, but there’s something else hiding behind those vermillion eyes, something that’s curious, avid. 

“Let’s see,” you ponder, already feeling intoxicated off of this new sensation, this burgeoning power he’s bestowing you. “Since you were, oh, so impatient earlier, how about you show me just how wet you want me to be?”

Tomura snorts, rolling his eyes. “You could have just said you wanted me to eat you out.”

“Oh? I’m sorry, was my request unclear about that?” you smart, lifting your fingers away from his cock, pausing to wipe his slick lubrication down his pants. Tomura sucks his teeth at that, but lets the impudence slide. “Well?” you question, laying back and cocking your head at him, spreading your legs, granting him a swift peek at your flushing pussy. “You gonna make me wait all day? Oh, and take your pants off. It’s not fair you always get to keep all the layers on.”

“Why the fuck am I letting you do this, again?” Tomura growls, slipping his long legs out of his stained jeans and tossing them on the floor. His shirt follows and, despite his grumbling, he quickly slots himself between your spread thighs, his nose already dipped and sniffing loudly, inhaling the heady aroma of you dampening curls. 

His fingers thread to your dewy folds and he splits your lips apart, gathering some of the gossamer webs along his fingertips. You give him a pleased hum and he sinks his index finger into you, head lifting so he can watch you arch against the intrusion. “Hey, (Y/N),” he smirks, adding a second finger and v-ing the two, stretching you open, “I asked you a question.”

“Because you wanna see what I’ve got planned for you,” you gasp out, lifting yourself onto your elbows, wanting to observe his teasing explorations. 

“Do I? What makes you think that?”

“You can’t help yourself. Besides, I think you like pleasing me. You like when I tell you nice things or when I say you’re doing a good job.”

“Hmph,” Tomura jeers, shaking his head at your assessment, but he doesn’t comment further, content to silently watch as your cunt swallows his fingers. Your arousal soon coats the digits and begins to drip down his palm and onto his wrist. He’s just about to lean forward, to press those rough lips against you when you tut at him.

“Uh-uh,” you scold, lowering one knee and trapping his hand between your thighs, barring him from you. Tomura flashes a displeased expression your way, but humors you, stilling his movement. “Gotta ask,” you inform him, arching one delicate brow at his redding cheeks. 

“Ask? I thought you said you wanted me to make you wet?” Tomura sneers, his red eyes hardening, like flecked rubies in the darkness of his room. 

“Sure did. So, do you think you’ve done a good enough job? Or are you wanting to do more?”

Tomura’s jaw flops open and he fixes you with a sour look. “What?”

“It’s not that difficult, Tomura. I want to know if this is the best you can do?” 

“Of course it’s not. It’s– ”

“Well then,” you interrupt, lifting your knee again and arching yourself toward him. “Show me. Ask me if you can eat me out.” 

“I’m not– I–” His eyes have drifted from yours and that blush is deepening, seeping over his skin, staining him with his flustered want. Oh, this is working too well, you think, tilting your head at his abashed grumbling. 

“Come on, handsome,” you call, trailing your foot along his lean side, watching him quake and gasp. “Do it for me? Just this once?”

Tomura glances back up at you and he clicks his teeth together, trying to muster his wavering desires. “C-can I eat you out?” 

“Oh, baby. That was so fucking good, thank you. Go on, you earned it.”

In seconds, Tomura’s beet red face is buried between your thighs. His lips latch onto your clit and he starts to suckle at the budding flesh, his saliva leaching from his lips. The warmth of him makes you shiver and your fingers sink into his silvery hair, threading along the strands and scritching at his scalp. His caresses are sloppy and he hunches himself closer, lapping and slurping at you, groaning when you flutter around his imbedded fingers. 

As you’re indulging yourself, whispering soft encouragement over his bowed head, you notice one of his hands drifting toward his straining cock, his fingers twitching as they grasp at the bulbous head, eager to work out some of that simmering pressure. “Stop that!” you snap, startling him, making him lose his grip on you. 

You curl your digits into his hair, yanking him up, straining his neck as you demand his full attention. His eyes are narrowed and gleaming, ire written all over his slicked face. 

“What the f-fuck?” he growls, tongue lapping at the residual threads of your arousal, trying to work steel into his voice.

“I said you could eat me out, not that you could touch yourself,” you retort, tugging at his hair until he’s moaning, his hips unconsciously humping against the bed. “Oh, you like that? Well that doesn’t work at all. Get on your knees.”

“What? I thought that– ”

“Get on your fucking knees, Tomura.”

“Stop telling me what to do you fucking– ah– God.” Your fingers release his hair and before he can stumble out another snarl you’re shoving him back, your hand wrapping around his cock, squeezing and pressing quick jerks over him. 

You let him fall to his back and you loom over him, teeth latching onto his scarred neck, biting and pulling, coaxing a low whine from his throat. Your hand slows and he keeps trying to rut into your palm, his legs trembling as he flounders against the sheets. “You wanna cum? Hmm, do you? You want me to finish you off? Talk to me, Tomura.”

He’s overwrought under your ministrations, his head lowered and his brow furrowed. His eyes keep opening and closing, too disjointed to focus on anything but your touch. He tries to gulp something out, but it’s lost in a smothered groan seconds later. He looks fucking cute, you think, watching him, rutting your hips over his raised knee. Drool starts to fleck out of his mouth and his back bows and arches. He’s practically unhinged, but it’s not enough. He’d never let you get away with not answering a question, so why should he get special treatment?

Your hand slows and he pouts, a long groan leaching from between his clenched teeth. “I asked you a question,” you mime, licking along his cheek, pulling some of that extra saliva he’d frothed out into your waiting mouth. “Do you want me to finish you off? Or should I leave you like this?”

“P-plea...finish me off,” he whispers, his voice rasping. 

“Ooh, was that what I think it was? Baby, did you almost say please? I’d love that so much. Oh fuck, that makes me want to take care of you.” You kiss at his temple and he quakes, his hips rising, trying to force your palm back into that rhythm. 

“I didn’t...I didn’t mean to...just fucking…(Y/N)...” Tomura lets out a reedy whine when you lift your hand from him, letting his cock spring from your grasp, the tip curving toward his stomach, swollen and red. 

“Oh no, you didn’t mean to? That’s not nice, no that’s not fucking nice at all. Especially after I just told you how much I liked that idea.” you lift your sticky fingers to your lips and lick up the last bits of his precum, humming contentedly and lifting your eyes to his. He’s watching you, his eyes hooded and dark. His breaths are coming in low heaves and he’s gritting his teeth, but he hasn’t reached for himself. No, there is a wild look in his eyes and you want to see if you can make it worse.

“Say please and I’ll touch you,” you tell him, your voice lulling, tempting.

He looks away from you and he starts to shake his head, but then you hear him, whisper thin, broken, and oh, so fucking needy, so exquisite. “Please, I-I wanna cum. Touch me, please (Y/N).”

You take him back into your hands, your fingers gentle as they wrap around that velvet skin, careful to build him back up slowly. You rise up on your knees and tilt his chin up, wanting to feel his lips on yours. Tomura sucks in a ragged breath when you tap soft caress to him, his body surging forward, demanding more. You indulge him, letting him slip his rough tongue into your mouth, pressing and dipping until he’s inebriated off the sheer closeness of you. When you pull away he lets out a huff and you stroke a hand down his flushed face. 

“You’re doing so well baby. Do you like it?”

“Y-yes, can...can you g-go faster?” he stammers, his mouth falling open and head tipping back when you acquiesce, picking up speed. He’s starting to sway, his back hunkering forward and backwards, knees spreading, drifting closer and closer to his release. Your thumb traces over his slit and you pull a glistening strand of precum from him, clinging and wet as it dangles across the short distance you’ve created. 

“God, handsome. You’re doing such a good job, I’m so fucking proud of you. I know it’s not easy, but you’re perfect. How does it feel, love? Are you gonna cum for me?”

He moans at your declarations, unable to even gasp the words out, leaning forward and burying his face in your shoulder. His brow is jagged against your smooth skin, but you let him rub himself against you, feeling the heat of his blush and the damp stick of his lips as he tries to catch his breath. 

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll take care of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Are you ready to cum for me?”

He nods, his head thumping on your neck, another thin strip of drool escaping his open mouth. It trickles down your breast, cooling and prickling your flesh as it passes. You kiss at his lowered brow and he sighs, muttering something that’s too distant for you to hear. 

“Hmm, love? What was that? I can’t hear you,” you tell him, tightening the grip on his slippery cock, feeling those tell-tale flutterings that proceed his release. He’s scalding under your palm and he keeps trying to scoot closer, his hands shaking beside his hips, one of them reaching for you and digging into your side. 

“I-I said...fuck...let me cum, mom...m-mommy, please,” the last two words leave him on a yelp and he pulses in your hand, spurting thick cables of his cum across your lap and his. 

In the lull that follows, Tomura drags you against him, not caring that he’s smearing himself all over you and his chest. He pulls you down and wraps his long arms around you, caging you to him as he regains his breathing. You ignore the wet sticking that he’s rubbing into your lower half and you pull yourself higher, shifting until you can see his face. He’s still flushed and his eyes are clouded, but he lets you kiss at the side of his face. 

A silence stretches over the two of you and you’re unsure what to say. 

You’d liked pushing him and you’d liked how he bent to your demands, but that last comment, that final utterance he’d grunted into your shoulder as he worked himself into a frenzy, well, you’re not sure how you felt about that. Sure, it had made your pussy clench and you’re fairly certain it would only take a quick tweak of your fingers to shatter that burning ache within you, but what exactly have you awakened? Would he even acknowledge it, later after he’s escaped this haze that he’s slipped into? Would he...would he let you do that to him again? 

His drying cum is making your skin pull and you try to shift from his hold, but Tomura keeps clutching you, refusing to budge. 

“I- I just want to clean myself. Can I go to the bathroom? I’ll be– ”

“Don’t go, not yet,” Tomura replies, his tone gravel and forgotten ash. His arms tighten and you chance a quick glance at his turned face, meeting his eyes and absolutely melting. 

His expression is slack and his eyes are wide, with a childlike wonderment, and when you look at him he smiles. “Stay with me?” he asks and you wrap yourself around him, feeling for that familiar beat of his heart as it pulses, steady and strong, under your shaking fingers. 

******

A few days later, Tomura tells you to put on a new, grey, robe and leads you down one of the long walkways, toward one of the closed rooms that sits at the back of the hideout. He opens the door and hot steam pours from the tiled space, bushing against your face and tickling your nose. Inside sits a porcelain, square, ofuro bath. Your eyes lift to his, but he’s not looking at you. Instead, he’s wholly focused on tugging you inside, sliding the door shut and sealing you both in the fresh condensation.

“Leave your robe on that table by the door,” he tells you, already stripping off his dark shirt and lowering his four fingered grip to his belt, clattering the metal under his nails. You shift to obey, carefully folding the soft fabric and waiting for him, shivering against the cool tiles.

Tomura turns to you once he’s finished and regards you silently, his eyes lingering over your face. “Come on,” he rasps, gesturing his head toward the bath. He lets you step in first and once you’ve sunk into the water he wedges himself behind you, hissing against the warmth. Tentatively, you lean your back to his chest and Tomura shifts you over him, slotting his legs alongside your hips. Once you’re both comfortable, you slide your feet to the end of the tub, resting your head close to Tomura’s collarbone, quietly luxuriating in the gentle warmth. 

“So, um, I didn’t even know this room was here. Not that I know a lot about any of the rooms, so I guess that’s a stupid point. Anyway, why did you wanna do this? I mean...I like this, I’m just confused,” you correct, tilting your head up to look at his face. His eyes are closed and his lip is set into a light curve, smirking at your question. 

“Think of it as my way of getting you back for the other night, in the shower,” he rumbles, his voice deep as it reverberates around your ears. 

“Really?” you laugh, trailing your hand over the water, watching the ripples spread and fade. 

“Yeah, haven’t seen you this off balance in weeks,” Tomura teases, resting his chin over your head. 

“Pfft,” you scoff, brushing a bit of water over his chest, “you wish.” 

“I do,” he sighs, bringing his arm down over you, quieting your playful splashes. “I figured you’d like this and you’ve shown me that it’s nice to do things for the people you love.” The mention of the word love makes your heart miss a beat and you try to peek up at his face again, but his chin holds you still. It’s not the first time he’s said it to you. No, he’s said it plenty of times before and in plenty of ways. Sometimes it was a threat, other times it was a calculation, something that was supposed to make you pause, make you second guess yourself, letting a strange, nagging guilt prick along the back of your mind. 

But, there’s something different about this utterance of the endearment.

It’s quiet and it’s spoken with no layering of underlying motives. No, he said it like he...like he meant it, perhaps for the first time. You press back against his slick pectorals and he hums at the weight of you, pleased by your response to his declaration. The water laps at your sides and you snach his arms, wrapping them around you, stroking delicate designs over his wet skin. 

******

“I don’t– I don’t think that’s it,” you pant, your fingers slick. They’re too slippery, really. You can’t get a good grip on him and you keep flicking your eyes up to his, positive he’s gonna to buck you off of him any second.

He’s quiet, his lips set into a white line, but that blush of his, oh, that will never not look nice. When you fumble again he shifts, arching and impatient, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Why would he?

It was his idea after all.

He’d murmured the request when the water cooled about the two of you. But your chill was forgotten as soon as he rasped the words against your ear, tickling your sensitive skin. When you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, his cock began to swell behind you, prodding and curious. 

As you entered his dark bedroom, he didn’t even give you a moment to breathe, lifting you to him, lips biting, sucking, licking you senseless. Once your knees bumped the mattress he urged you to sit, leaving your side to fish something out of a nearby drawer. He tapped the bottle down on the lone side table, nudging it expectantly and fixing you with a grinning leer. 

You’ve never done anything like this, never thought about it, never...no...no, that’s a lie. You have thought about it before and you’ve heard about it, too. I-It was supposed to feel good, right? 

Now, if you could only do this correctly.

You ball your hand into a fist and bite your lip, take a steadying breath and give him another lidded glance, watching him from the curtain of your eyelashes. “Ready?” you ask, rubbing your thumb and index finger together, trying to warm up the glossy lube. 

Tomura doesn’t grace you with a verbal affirmation, instead he simply nods his head, cascading his white hair over his forehead. Alright, you think, scooting closer and lowering one finger to him, reaching for his cock with your opposite hand. You grip him firmly, coiling your digits and admiring the dribble of precum that greets your pump. Tomura lets out a low exhale and arches again, those fervid eyes falling behind his eyelids. 

While you’re pulling and squeezing him, your trembling finger traces a circle around his puckered asshole, teasing at the muscle, giving him time to adjust. Once you’ve dampened him to your satisfaction, you dip into that warmth and gasp, your other hand faltering, accidentally loosening your hold on his straining length. 

You peek up at him, but his head has fallen back and his broad chest is heaving. Again, he’s not protesting, or demanding that you stop, so you keep going. That first ring of muscle is tight, pinching your intruding digit when you try to sink further. As you wait for him to acclimate to the foreign sensation, you focus on his cock, bending your head over him and giving him a long suck. Your tongue swirls around his tip and you lap at the bubbling, salty, precum that floods your mouth. Again, Tomura stretches and shoves his hips forward, encouraging you, wordlessly telling you to keep going. 

His dick slides from your lips with a wet pop and your hand makes up for the loss, jerking moans from his open lips. You twist your opposite wrist and drive your finger in, plunging the last knuckle past that quivering ring. Flexing the digit, you begin to feel around for a bulge, the one that he asked you to stimulate for him.

He said he wanted to know how it felt and, best of all, he wanted you to push him until he begged you to stop.

It’s hot and sleek inside him and you’re worried that you might miss it. After all, it’s not like...wait...what...is that? There’s something protruding and it feels both hard and soft under your finger pad. Unsure, you stroke over it again and Tomura does something wonderful in response.

When you apply the slightest whisper of pressure his legs curl up, bracing his feet against the sheets and he lets out the breathiest whine. His fingers scrabble beside him, slapping and gripping at the bedding until you’re sure he’s about to decay the whole fucking thing and leave you both blinking on the dusty floor. 

“D-did– that feel good?” you query, amazed at the clenching his body is doing. Tomura nods his head, white hair splayed across the mattress and you pause, waiting for him to gather himself back together. 

“Again,” he finally grunts, craning his neck to give you a staggered glare, his eyes cloudy.  

Licking your lips, you give the gland another press and Tomura practically writhes off the bed. He’s groaning and gasping, choking out your name as he works himself closer. His cock pulsates in your hand and a line of milky white cum spurts out. It’s not enough to be a true release, but it makes your mouth go dry. 

Tomura sits up and his eyes immediately ensnare yours, blazing as he looks up at you. “Fucking keep going, don’t stop,” he barks, his voice splintered, hoarse. Keeping your finger close to the swell of his prostate, you shake your head at him. Tomura snarls at your impudence, but when you start to withdraw your finger he quiets, his teeth grinding behind his scowling face. 

“Don’t be an ass,” you challenge, fingers scooping up some of his leaked cum, using it to ease your renewed motions. Tomura buckles at that and his head drops to his chest, shaking out a few unsteady breaths. “If you want me to keep touching you like this, you better ask me nicely.” To emphasize your point, you lightly scrape your nail over that sensitive spot inside him, making him shudder and sigh. 

“Keep going, please,” he spits out. It’s dripping with more false supplication than true politeness, but you’ll take it. Since he reacted so well to that first press, you can’t help but wonder what he’ll do when you circle some modulated pressure around him. Oh, and it’s a perfect reaction. As soon as you complete that first rotation he’s a gooey mess, his bowed head shaking and nodding as he scrapes out your name.    

“Oh handsome,” you sigh, watching as another burst of precum trickles from his slit, coating your hand in a tacky sheen of pearl colored liquid. “You look so good. Being such a good boy and taking me like this. Does it feel good? Do you like it? Talk to me.”

Tomura whimpers when you repeat the oscillation, his voice slipping into a giddy edge, cracking and rising. “Fuck yes. It– it feels– oh fuck– again, again. Do it again. I-I mean...please. Ohhh God, (Y/N)!” 

He’s laughing now, his throat snagging as his moans hit a high pitched garble. “Ah-haha— I know, you liked it when I called you mommy. I saw your fucking face. It looked so pretty. Want me to say it again? Ah– oh, oh. I’ll do it. I’ll do it if you keep– hahaaa— fuck, fuck, fuck– I’ll– m-mommy. Oh, fucking God. Mommy don’t stop! Come here, fucking come here. I don’t care if you’re not rubbing my dick. Come here mommy and let me show you how much I fucking waaant you.”

His hands paw at you and he drags you up, lifting you with a lithe strength that you’ve never seen. Your finger, too slick to withstand the pull, slips from him and he groans at the loss. “I didn’t mean–” you begin, but he silences you with a fevered kiss, his teeth clinking against yours. He drowns out your protestations and swiftly straddles you over him, pressing you down and spearing you onto his messy cock. 

Once he bottoms out, the tip of him pulsing deliciously as he indulges himself in your wet heat, he leans back and gives you a wild grin, his eyes bright. “Fuck, yes. Ride me mommy. Let me show you what a good boy I am.”

notes: (￣▽￣*)ゞ  

tags: @libiraki​ (i’m tagging you cuz imma make you into a tomura fucker if it’s the last thing i do) @spicy-skull​, @xwildskullx​, @yixxes​, @ghstmthr​, @rekoii​, @diaouranask​, @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love​

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❝ if you’re done lying to me, then you should stop lying to yourself. ❞ ❝ it’s not going to be easy, you know. ❞ ❝ well, it sounds like you’re working for a nutcase. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ look, i wanted to tell you! i wanted to! but how could i? ❞ ❝ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry for what happened to you. ❞ ❝ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❞ ❝ wait, wait, wait. something about this feels kinda hinky. ❞ ❝ what a warm and homey place, huh? ❞ ❝ i’m willing to forgive and forget. for old time’s sake. ❞ ❝ looks like he was killed. ripped to shreds actually. ❞ ❝ these guys have been tailing me for weeks. thought i lost them. ❞ ❝ should i be flattered, or worried? ❞ ❝ so with our luck, what’s the odds this volcano is going to erupt on us? ❞ ❝ i hope i don’t go to hell for this. ❞ ❝ i can handle this. i’m tough. i grew up with nuns. ❞ ❝ fair warning, last person who betrayed me wound up dead. ❞ ❝ you told me you’d say out of trouble. ❞ ❝ how do i know you’re real? ❞ ❝ don’t ever point a gun at me again. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ i have made a lot of mistakes. a lot. i’m not a perfect man. ❞ ❝ i had a lousy father. lousy childhood. ❞ ❝ sounds terrible. check his wallet. ❞ ❝ let's not forget who walked out on whom. you don't get to be jealous.  ❞ ❝ progress demands sacrafice. ❞ ❝ shut up. i really thought you were gone this time. ❞ ❝ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❞ ❝ on a scale of 1-10, how scared were you that i was gonna die? ❞ ❝ i can’t walk away. i’m tired of walking away. ❞ ❝ even an enemy must be fed and sheltered. are you my enemy? ❞ ❝ we can still stop him. i can help you. ❞ ❝ gotta say, you have a real knack for breaking things. ❞ ❝ do as i say not as i do. ❞ ❝ looks like hell spit you back out. ❞ ❝ what’s your story, anyway? ❞ ❝ i don’t take big risks without a good payday. ❞ ❝ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❞ ❝ you can’t reform the villain and save the day. it’s just not done like that. ❞ ❝ sorry, i just need to get my head back in the game. ❞ ❝ this isn’t our fight. it’s my fight. ❞ ❝ i won’t let them hurt you. ❞ ❝ skip the mind games. you don’t know me. ❞ ❝ no offense, but your ancestor was a right asshole. ❞ ❝ you’re unusually quiet. what’s up your bum? ❞ ❝ that was my last cigarette. ❞ ❝ okay, well, why don’t you just walk away? ❞ ❝ why this obsession? i’m just worried. ❞ ❝ i can’t...i can’t breathe...i just...can’t breathe... ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❞ ❝ if you let these bastards win - after this - i will never forgive you. ❞ ❝ you’ve got your pride all tangled up in this thing. it’s making you reckless. ❞ ❝ any trouble you shoot first and ask questions later. ❞ ❝ dangerous to be out so late.  ❞ ❝ easy now. look at me. ❞ ❝ my leg! don’t touch it! i know it’s broken! ❞ ❝ are you going to join me, darling? ❞ ❝ this is my gig. you want your share, you play by my rules. ❞ ❝ we don’t get to choose how we start in life. real greatness? it’s what you do with the hand you’re dealt. ❞ ❝ i always felt that we were destined for something great. ❞ ❝ you should relax. you’ll live longer. ❞ ❝ i taught you better than that. ❞ ❝ so that’s a no? felt like a no. ❞ ❝ quit acting like you’re gonna lie down and die, all right? ❞ ❝ i have a spare bed.  ❞ ❝ is there no bottom for your ignorance? ❞ ❝ even cornered dogs bite back.  ❞ ❝ that one is my favourite. it makes your eyes twinkle.  ❞ ❝ admit it. you’re gonna miss this ass.  ❞ ❝ you think i’m a monster, but you’re no different from me.  ❞ ❝ how many people have you killed? how many?  ❞ ❝ you will not stand in the way of destiny.  ❞ ❝ you stick with me, i’ll teach you a few things. ❞ ❝ well, if you’d like, i can tell you where to stick it. ❞ ❝ face it, genius, you’ve been played. ❞ ❝ yeah, keep smiling, asshole. ❞ ❝ i got nothing to prove. ❞ ❝ don’t hand it to me. i’ve had everything handed to me ❞ ❝ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❞ ❝ you stick your neck out, you’re asking to lose your head. ❞ ❝ oh, and now you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ just so you know, it’s not my first lost city. ❞ ❝ are you always this clever? ❞ ❝ i was trying to rescue you, as a matter of fact. ❞ ❝ you know, at this point, i’ve run out of words. ❞ ❝ what do you say we really ruin this guy’s day? ❞ ❝ whether you die or not, i don’t really care. ❞ ❝ i thought you...i saw you get shot. ❞ ❝ it’s like a camera. you just...point and shoot, right? ❞ ❝ god, who’s being unprofessional now? ❞ ❝ i always knew you were gonna make something of yourself one day. ❞ ❝ let’s just pretend i skipped all of sunday school. ❞ ❝ oh no you didn’t do that. that’s not funny! ❞ ❝ save the world, triumph over evil. ❞ ❝ are you trying to kill me? ❞ ❝ know what i love about partying with a bunch of crooks? nobody cares that you smoke indoors. ❞ ❝ you gave me a goddamn heartattack. ❞ ❝ i’ll die a thousand deaths before i let you win.  ❞ ❝ i didn’t tell you because i was afraid...of losing you. ❞ ❝ what ever happened to just living a normal life? ❞ ❝ even if you think you’re protecting me, you don’t have a right to shut me out like that. ❞ ❝ i mean... thanks for saving me. ❞ ❝ en garde, dickhead. ❞ ❝ i love you. ❞ ❝ come on! we can get out of here together. ❞ ❝ everything i touch turns to shit. ❞ ❝ how did you find me anyway? ❞ ❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞ ❝ you were going to sell me out, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ love to know what you’re thinking. ❞ ❝ well, well, well. get it? ‘cause you know, it’s a well. ❞ ❝ it’s a shame we’re leaving empty handed though. ❞ ❝ okay...yeah...how do i look? ❞ ❝ thank me after we get out of this alive. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky that i found you when i did. ❞ ❝ they’re just saying that because it gets to you. ❞ ❝ look, if you’re into shady stuff it’s totally cool. ❞ ❝ ha. that’s my girl. ❞ ❝ i made a promise that i was done with this life. ❞ ❝ listen, sunshine, the world doesn’t care. ❞ ❝ well, that’s it. now you know everything. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ you know, i shot the man who told me that. ❞ ❝ i thought that i’d be satisfied. instead, i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness.  ❞  ❝ as thrilling as the next adventure may be, in the end, you’re always left with that same feeling. ❞ ❝ you know, i didn’t think i could trust you either. ❞ ❝ i almost lost you once before. i just can’t do that again. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ that’s it! no compassion! no mercy! ❞ ❝ sentimentality in this line of work will get you killed. ❞ ❝ i need your help...and you need mine. ❞ ❝ i kept your tears in a jar. ❞ ❝ i expected you to have my back.  ❞ ❝ tell you what. when i get back, pizza’s on me. ❞ ❝ death. it smelled like death. ❞ ❝ so they have beaten you, eh? your quest’s over?  ❞ ❝ you listen to your mum, okay?  ❞ ❝ trust me - your ego will mend.  ❞ ❝ i hope i live to regret this.  ❞ ❝ these men were all shot.  ❞ ❝ be a lot easier just to let go.  ❞ ❝ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?  ❞ ❝ seems like i am always saving your ass. ❞ ❝ i never asked for any of your bloody heroics. ❞ ❝ the guys in prison used to say, ‘you can steal to eat or you can steal to get rich.’ i say, why not both?  ❞ ❝ you were never a chocolate and flower kinda girl.  ❞ ❝ i don’t have your luck. people like me know when to walk away from the table.  ❞ ❝ appreciate the update, captain obvious.  ❞ ❝ you made your choice.  ❞ ❝ don’t tell me you’re buying all into that supernatural nonsense.  ❞ ❝ i couldn’t sleep last time i saw that.  ❞ ❝ it’s actually nice working with a woman for a change. ❞ ❝ i’m lucky you’re on my side. ❞ ❝ do you really think all this really could be true?  ❞ ❝ you know, it’s kind of romantic down here.  ❞ ❝ just wish i’d brought something to read.  ❞ ❝ you can relax. we’re safe here. ❞ ❝ i am surrounded by traitors and fools.  ❞ ❝ just don’t get us killed. ❞ ❝ what are you shaking for? ❞ ❝ parents must be worried about you. ❞ ❝ i wonder what you’re really scared of...not bullets, or blood, or broken bones... ❞ ❝ i don’t need your bullet-ridden-corpse on my conscience. let’s go. ❞ ❝ yeah, i’m fine. oh, but - you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ i do seem to attract the scum of the earth. ah - no offense. ❞ ❝ all this grandeur, hidden away from the world.  ❞ ❝ if we don’t make it out here, i just want you to know - i hate your guts. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a bad feeling about this place. ❞ ❝ that’s my blood. that’s my blood. that’s a lot of my blood. ❞ ❝ you should play the hero more often. it suits you. ❞ ❝ eyes ahead, don’t look down. ❞ ❝ here - grab my hand. ❞ ❝ no matter what it is, you’re supposed to come to me so we can work it out together… as a team.  ❞  ❝ you know nothing is ever truly destroyed. just purified and reborn.  ❞ ❝ you just - totally crushed that moment. you know that, right?  ❞ ❝ you’re a selfish dickhead.  ❞ ❝ i do speak a little bit of ____, you know. wait, what did you say? ❞ ❝ i know you. you’re no hero.  ❞ ❝ i wish you could’ve been there. ❞ ❝ hey, are you happy? ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna pass out on me or nothing, are you? ❞ ❝ look, i...um....i’m not good with the whole people thing.  ❞ ❝ i’ve had worse nights, believe me.  ❞ ❝ let’s find somewhere a little more private. ❞ ❝ hey, take it easy. you’ve been out for almost half an hour.  ❞ ❝ to rule people, you first must sow chaos.  ❞ ❝ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❞ ❝ take me with you. ❞ ❝ i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness.  ❞  ❝ anyone ever tell you, you have a funny idea of romantic?  ❞  ❝ it’s nothing that years of therapy won’t fix.  ❞ ❝ no. it’s my turn to walk away.  ❞  ❝ nothing about our lives have been fair, but we’ve made it work. ❞ ❝ your people will beg me to save them.  ❞ ❝ we’re not on a first-name basis.  ❞ ❝ you know nothing about me.  ❞ ❝ do tell. maybe over some drinks?  ❞ ❝ we must keep to the shadows.  ❞ ❝ hey, you cool? ‘cause i need you to be cool.  ❞ ❝ you must be tired of these lectures. i know i’m tired of giving them. ❞ ❝ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❞ ❝ is that a sin? i think that’s a sin. ❞

[generallypo]

in all sincerity, kim dokja makes me happy and he deserves to be so too :^(

incoherent yelling and sobbing under the cut. these fEELINGS will not be contained aaauuunnghhh. 

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anyway i binge-read all 500+ chapters of ORV this week and i honest to god feel bad for this -- completely! fictional! aghhhh -- guy. in case you haven’t figured it out, the following is some spoilerly shit

i went in expecting a fun, brainless power trip fantasy for dudes with an isekai addiction. instead, it turns out ORV is actually a gigantic, self-deprecating prank on the entire genre itself. kdj plays more into the sad -- if high-functioning-- clown trope than the sexy, edgy, chuuni bastard type i was prepared to laugh at. there were -- gasp! -- female characters with personalities! parents (aka ADULTS who act like ADULTS) who actually survive and feature prominently! adorable children! a real sexy, edgy bastard! a power trio with amazing fashion! sexual tension and bickering! friendship! life and death bonding! 

*breathes in deeply* fouND FAMILYYYYYYY.

like, yeah, the plot around the first few arcs seems a little aimless, but the buildup is worth. the world-building is pretty decent. there’s discernible effort put into the fight scenes, and i can appreciate that. but -- but! what i stayed for were the characters -- namely, the fantastic OT3 of KDJ, HSY, and YJH -- who come together despite their initial rivalries and end up saving each other’s asses, like, every other day. granted, the other characters don’t get as much focus, and they do fall into certain character tropes.. 

but a trope done well is nothing i would gripe about. every significant character in ORV has a coherent, and more importantly, respectful take on their respective trope. maybe it’s because sing-shong is actually a married couple, but all the interactions between even minor characters are a convincing blend of awkward rambling, suggestive humor, sharp remarks, and casual banter. in other words, this cast of mostly working adults (plus a teen and two kids) talks like working adults. the relationships built throughout the story are, frankly, some of most realistic of its genre. sing-shong has managed to craft a dynamic that undoubtedly brims with fluffy fondness all around, but also drips with sarcastic tension, with unspoken urgency, with a wariness that softens into sincerity over the course of many, many chapters. it’s the kind of progression that makes even stock characters read like more than just the 2-bit villain or comrade or love interest. here, we have relationships both straightforward and not, strained or otherwise, romantically-oriented as well as decidedly the opposite -- and then numerous others scattered along the spectrum with the freedom to shift either way. 

it’s also an interesting point of note that our MC kdj actually does not end up with a stated romantic partner, much less a conventional heteroromantic harem. he gets teased about that fact from time to time, but it’s with less of the sleazy shonen locker room humor one would expect and more of the good-natured ribbing you’d find among friends or that one especially nosy auntie at the yearly family reunion. kdj is a grown ass man. in the background, i applaud his maturity, and he handles all the prodding like a champ. 

so instead of finding and fulfilling his horny, he builds himself a wealth of loving family. yeah, there are beautiful men and women around him. yeah, they unequivocally adore him. but they’re also adults, and they have priorities, too -- which are not so much finding a way to bang kdj’s brains out and more so simply keeping the damn guy alive. this is truly not ‘oblivious mc with his thirsty, sex kitten harem’. it just so happens that a guy proves himself to be unflinchingly gentle and capable in an apocalyptic setting despite his broken self-esteem, and lots of people find that attractive, romantically and platonically. 

it.. kinda makes sense? he’s a hard worker, thoughtful, and good with kids. kdj is the kind of guy you know would make a reliable partner, and anybody with eyes can plainly see and appreciate that. 

and it’s not that our MC’s a total brick wall. in fact, it’s likely the opposite, and he’s just too darned repressed to admit it. from what has been implied, kdj does indeed recognize and accept love, or at least a primitive concept of it. i like to imagine that the kind of love that he ends up seeking out simply manifests itself more easily as acceptance and safety, as warmth and a home of people to return to every day. even better, the people who surround him know this, and they give him exactly that. it’s refreshing, and honestly, really sweet.

(as a side note, i really, really do appreciate the cosmic bi energy radiating off of kdj, who canonically earns the title of being loved by all and is all but in name married to yjh and hsy. he also respects women and small children and honestly anyone who isn’t total scum to him or his family. i respect that.)

but the happy stuff aside, you know it it just ain’t ORV without the generous screaming dollop of angst. admittedly, there’s self-sacrifice, injury, lonesome wandering, more sacrifice, some epic fighting, reunion and confrontation. all of it is a lot to digest, sure, but never does it feel entirely hopeless, or truly, truly heart-clenching. ORV, up until the final act, is a mostly light read. you relax in your chair, thinking that nothing beyond this point can disturb you. 

yeah fucking right.

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and then the beginning of the end arrives. when the squad finally break through to their ‘ending’, the scene that kind of breaks me is the reveal of the Most Ancient Dream. it ties so much thematically into the little tidbits that we get of kdj’s past, and it though it feels like almost a joke that the source of the goddamn apocalypse is a kid with bruises smeared across his skinny ass body -- it’s such a pathetic picture that it’s kinda poetic, actually. you’re left mystified but somewhat convinced, like a math problem explained halfway through. this.. child.. is a villain somehow, isn’t he?

and then 999th turn uriel speaks up, and she. just. hugs him. 

[[You are this universe’s most powerless existence, aren’t you.]] 

that. that gets me. kdj’s reaction immediately upon this revelation? absolute murder. seeing him essentially self-destruct upon realizing that all these people he’s surrounded himself with -- some who continuously proclaim their loyalty and affection for him throughout their journey, some who suffered eons of war and loss and trauma because of his existence -- not only forgive his younger self but smother him with unconditional acceptance and love is stifling, is too vulnerable and exposed and he simply can’t cope -- it’s so telling of his true mentality, of his crippling insecurity and crumpled sense of self-worth. kim dokja is a liar, through and through, so much that he fails, or perhaps refuses, to comprehend the veracity of others’ kindness and love towards himself. 

by some miracle, the events at the end of the world somehow resolve.. or so it seems. there is a departing train, a liberated team of ex-gods, and a child rousing from his slumber. in the aftermath, i am left shaking. somehow, despite the ending having been (happily?) reached, there’s still another chapter ahead. what is this witchcraft?

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and then ah, yes -- the epilogue arc. i teetered on the edge of being critical for a little bit there -- is that display of deus ex machina, of sad, self-sacrificing nobility a bit too egregious to be acceptable? is this some wild last let-me-yank-this-outta-my-ass plot twist to drag out the chapter count? i sincerely thought that the arc before it would have been the finale. i was wrong. thank god.

anyways, as an answer to the above: no, and no. i stake my firm claim on the belief that the epilogue arc was meticulously planned out well in advance of its release, confusing and time-warpy as it is. i liked it. tremendously. even if it entirely invalidates all of kdj’s supposed development (”haha lol yeah sure i won’t sacrifice myself or anything anymore guys don’t worry about me” -- KDJ, at some point because he’s a lying rat bastard). actually, our beloved MC disappears for a large chunk of this arc, and i think it’s great. in his absence, the other characters not only go absolutely fucking nuts, but they have to figure out this new problem on their own, even if the lure of peaceful complacency in the newly saved Korea might convince them otherwise. 

and then the whole time paradox thing comes around. yjh goes to space, hsy saves the only life she can, and kdj grows up. the crew waits, holding onto their hope even if it bleeds them dry. sing-shong does a damn good job of illustrating their fraying calm, their lurking madness, the unseen but pervasive depression that seeps in from kdj’s absence. the kids lose their father, lhs and jhw lose their reliable leader figure, ysa loses a best friend and confidant, lsk -- as distant as she pretends to be from her son -- loses her only child. and then there’s hsy and yjh , who are essentially bereft of the other half of their existences. their pain is palpable, is grounded in the hopeless, gnawing frustration of an utterly meaningless victory. emotionally, ORV hits all the right -- if agonizing -- beats.

however, a story can’t sustain itself just through its pathos. i’m happy to say that ORV doesn’t drop the ball after the first milestone, and after all the hurt, the characters do leap straight back into action. even better, the plot holes actually do get patches, and the poetic cycle of writer, protagonist, and reader comes full circle by making use of all those supposedly throwaway characters from the myriad world lines. 

at the end of the road, there is a distinct sense of unity, of a delicate but undeniable cohesion to the world lines and their origins. sing-shong lets us guess a little here at the finish, but there’s just enough information to feel hopeful. maybe there never had been a definite start -- or finish -- to the story of kdj company, and... that’s okay. everybody ends up where they were meant to be, where they fought and struggled to reach. it’s.. almost like a happily ever after, if we’re allowed to dream of that.

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now, i realize, this was all an orchestrated maneuver.

i’ll take it.

to me, all of this work sounds like someone put some serious thought into this behemoth of a plot. it cements the entire original premise of the story. it suggests -- but never explicitly confirms! -- the possibility that breaking free of the cycle is possible through the exact same system that sustains it. it’s terribly interesting -- and inspirational! with all the dramatic revelations and life-threatening scenarios  and the cast’s resigned acceptance of them that essentially make up ORV’s entire mood, there’s still that last hint of rebellious and righteous anger that lights up the whole damn nebula. it’s like the kdj company blasting away at the heavens just to yell into the nether: we’re not looking for the happy end, but the free one. stay alive.

it’s subtle, and yet it’s such an emotional gut punch. i came away with the most ruinous, frustrating, bittersweet sense of longing in ages. i pined. for these fictional darlings. god, i am weak.

so. yeah. ORV is pretty good. flawed, but ambitious and impressively thought out.  i’m stoked that the webtoon is making pretty good progress, even if it’ll take an eternity and a half to meet that monstrous chapter count. i’m still gonna follow it. hell yeah. 

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(by the way the idea that secretive plotter and co are literally gonna take care of and raise baby kdj and spoil him and be the best friggin family a kid could ever want does things to me. protect him. he’s suffered too much. let at least one worldline’s version of him know happiness. and actually, aLL OF THEM DESERVE DOMESTIC BLISS TOGETHER IN A BIG OL MANSION WITH SUN AND FRESH AIR AND TENDER FAMILY MOMENTS UGH)

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and there you have it, folks. you made it to the end. in the far, far distance, i’m cheering you on and crying my eyes out in gratitude. thanks for tuning in!

[youryanderedaddy]

Lady Luck (pt. 1)

I was so hyped to write this lol. Heavily inspired by Kaiji <3

Tw: mafia mention, unrealistic potrayal of mafia, mentions of threats, implied obssessive behavior (will get more hardcore in the second part tho), mentions of gambling, kidnapping /not reader/

 You knew that you were a scum, a lowlife, a miserable loser without much hope in life - that’s exactly why you had no problem joining the deadliest underground paradise and following under the steps of the Lucciano family. They controlled everything - the casinos, the drugs, the guns, the whores, you name it - they provided it. And you had nothing - neither a past, nor a future. But everything changed when the oldest son Thomas decided to help you get out of the mud and step onto your legs - he gave you a home, a friend to return to, a shoulder to cry on when reality felt too painful and harsh, just too much to bear on your own. “Why would you do that for a stranger?” You had asked him once while tipsy, sitting by the hearth, a slight blush adorning your soft cheeks. “That’s easy.” The man had responded right away without giving it much thought. “You remind me of myself.”

 You spent long nights thinking about his words but never came to a conclusion - he was born into a powerful, wealty family, so it made no sense for him to have experienced rock bottom the way you had. And his small black eyes displayed such a variety of terryfing emotions - bloodlust, greed, sin and so much sadness. Why would a monster ever feel scared, you wondered. 

 Working for the Luccianos wasn’t especially hard or even dangerous - you ran small errands for them, took care of the younger kids, helped with insignificant deals, acted as a croupier when their staff was sick or missing or had to be taken care of, but one thing you were thankful for was how they never tried to force you into doing something you would never be able to forgive yourself for. Thomas was kind to you -  always so considerate, willing to listen, to understand how you felt even when the worlds you two lived in differed so greatly. He was supposed to be villain of the story, big and scary, demanding, taking whatever he wants without asking and never feeling an ounce of regret about it. And for a while, you were suspicous of the man’s every move - you were desperately waiting for the mobster to fuck up and show his true colours so you could let yourself hate him, despise him. And yet the sweet, sweet moment of revelation never came. You knew, of course, of the many evil deeds the criminal bestowed upon thousands of innocent people each and every day, but you never witnessed it with your own eyes and when the man was treating you like a part of his family, holding you close and giving you chance after chance to prove yourself, it was slowly getting impossible to view him as the bad guy. Perhaps you should have waited just a little longer.

 It happened during a warm, spring day. You didn’t expect it, you couldn’t. You had just finished your shift at midnight in the small shop you worked in, which belonged to Thomas’ mother, and were heading to the Lucciano mansion. It had been a particularly long and exhausting day, so you wanted nothing more than to feel the soft, silky, white sheets down your half-naked body while the quiet classical music took you to dream land and back. But upon opening the heavy wooden door, you quickly noticed something was different - there was no music, the big black TV in the middle of the hall was set to camera mode instead of the normal one, and it was awfully quiet. “They must have had to leave the country for a while.” You rationalised. “It has happened before after all.” You kept reassuring yourself while taking a tiny step towards the centre of the room where light was the strongest - it could uncover every hidden little detail.

 And then the TV was turned on. You shifted your gaze up, paranoia eating at you from inside out. Soon there was clear image on the massive screen, but what you saw left you speechless. There were hours of footage from your personal life - working, hanging out with friends, eating, bathing. What made the shivers down your spine run cold was a scene where a guy, your boyfriend, was kissing you, touching you, undressing you with his praying eyes. It was nothing unusual for a young woman to have a love life, but this broke the only rule Thomas had told you upon entering the house - you were forbidden from having close relationships with men, especially dangerous ones, and for the longest time, you had no issue living by that as long as you came back to the luxury and warmth the mobster provided for you. Until you met him - a charming, clever member of a local gang. You knew it was wrong and could cost you more than you were willing to sacrifice and yet you still gave in. It was your first time experiencing the highs and lows of love, so who could blame you when it was such a magical feeling, a mixture of adrenaline and opium. Alex made you feel like a real human being instead of someone just existing, leeching off the stronger, wealthier species.

 There was a shadow moving out from the corner, playing into your delusions. But soon enough you realised it was all a reality as none other than Thomas walked slowly towards you, clapping his hands dramatically, a sly smirk on his beautiful, scarred face. Did he...

 "Congratulations." The man started off, dark eyes set on you, slowly coming closer and closer like a big black hole, ready to swallow you whole. "You went and got yourself a little boy - toy." The criminal chuckled viciously under his breath, making you cringe at the crude nickname he used. The situation felt surreal and yet the fear and panic were already suffocating you, making you dizzy wish regret. "I wish you would have told me though... I never thought someone I hold so important would lie to me." The mobster kept rambling, waving his arms in the air theatrically, while holding a lit cigarette, but never moving it to his lips - it was just a prop, a way to create a thick smoke mist in your eyes. It was finally the hour of judgement.

 "What do you want?" You asked, faking confidence, desperate to take control of what was happening. It was a bizarre thing to see your dearest friend act in such a eerie, frightening way, almost treating you like one of his victims - nothing more than an indebted bastard or an unfortunate bystander, unlucky enough to catch a deal unfolding right behind the scenes. It hurt but you had forced this upon yourself and you had to fix it.

 "Nothing much, really." Thomas replied, finally inhaling the deadly smoke into his open mouth. He played with his collar for a while, as if you weren't standing there, scared for your life. "I just want to teach you a lesson in obedience, doll." The mafioso continued, circling you slowly, his heavy gaze never leaving your body. You felt awfully exposed even when all your clothes were present, covering every inch of your skin. With a swift snap of his fingers, the man summoned most of the gorillas that worked under him. Two of them were dragging your kicking, screaming boyfriend towards the centre of the room, but a quick punch in the guts managed to quiet him down. He looked terrified, his face bloody and injured, covered in dust and misery. But he was still alive and only that mattered to you.

 "I wanted to make this entertaining for all of us." The oldest Lucciano spoke out, his husky voice echoing trough the golden ceiling. He moved over to your lover and harshly pressed the cigarette butt against the exposed skin of his unprotected arm. The man cried out in pain, silently pleading you to help with his big, terrified eyes. And here you were, as helpess as he was - if not even more. "So I decided to initiate a little gamble of sorts, ya know?" Thomas winked at you, smiling with malice. You couldn't help, but recall all the times you two had played poker together, betting less than pocket change. You never understood why the man always got so excited despite winning such small sums, especially when his casinos already did well. But now you could see it clearly - he got off crushing his opponent, taking the victory under their noses. Money meant nothing. As long as he was able to ruin your mood, your life, the man was pleased.

 Soft white light lit up the furthest corners of the hall and you saw dozen square boxes, arranged in a circle. It looked harmless enough on its own, still they were stamped with Thomas’ symbol - a dove. You used to wonder why someone in the most dangerous depts of mafia would choose such an innocent, sweet signature pf representation and now the answer was right in front of you - that way it was easier to trick the enemy into thinking they were safe. And how wrong were they. 

 “As you can see, there are nine wooden boxes in total. They look exactly the same and on top of each one there is a hole.” Thomas stopped to point at them, the raw anticipation flooding his otherwise dull pupils. “Six of the boxes are empty. In the other three though, there are placed some of the most poisonous snakes in the world. One bite and you are dead.” The madman gave a loud, breathy laugh while your boyfriend squirmed uncomfortably in place, restrained by the strong arms, holding him down. “Both of you will take four turns putting your hand in the boxes. After every round the box would be closed off and you would be able to choose only from the remaining ones. ” The mobster grinned widely, looking at your horrified expression. You couldn’t believe that the man was willing to put your lives on the line simply because you had neglected one of his orders. “Now you may be wondering where the suspence is - after all you would probaby manage to hear the hissing from afar and avoid the place it comes from. Rest assured, my foolish little friends. Right now the snakes are heavily intoxicated and absolutely silent - which doesn’t mean, of course, that they won’t attack any soft flesh they see. If you die, that’s on you, but if you survive, you will be rewarded.” Thomas clapped his hands together and his man let go of your lover, resulting in his falling to the ground with a heavy bang. Thomas pursed his lips together.

 “Shall we get started?”