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⋆ asking alastor to ride him ⋆ dabi + you sucking on his dermal piercings

it’s become somewhat of a ritual now, the act of bleaching—burning—remnants of his father from his strands. every six weeks or so, natsuo finds himself standing between your spread legs in his ensuite, large hands kneading your thighs absentmindedly as meticulous fingers work to strip that angry red from his hair.

if only you could do that to his genes, too.

even with you sat on the granite countertop, he’s still too tall, forced to bend his neck at an uncomfortable angle to afford you proper access. his nose wrinkles at the harsh, stinging stench and you coo, pacifying.

it’s almost over, daddy, you say every time, when he starts to get restless, strong fingertips stamping superficial bruises into soft flesh. just a little longer.

thank god he has you, he’s mumbling, eyes squeezed shut, the ghost of a whine in his voice. before you had stumbled into his life—before he had taken you into his life—he was never quite able to achieve that perfect shade of alabaster, blotted out streaks always a tint or two off from his natural colour.

i swear to god touya-nii can never keep his fucking shirt on when he’s in the house. 99.9% of the time that man is walking around half naked, silvery scars covered in flowing ink on full, glorious display, his pants always a hint too low to be considered wholly decent, jutting hipbones peeking out from beneath the waistband.

and you can’t help but feel a flare of envy, sharp and caustic in your chest, when you routinely catch your friends staring at him, eyes wide and glazed with want, pupils gaping as if they’re trying to swallow him whole.

he does it on purpose, you’re sure—taunts and teases them with what they can’t have, what they can’t touch, what will never be theirs; taunts and teases you with what you can’t say, forced to keep your lips pressed in a thin, firm line, tongue sucked hard and flat to the roof of your mouth, smothering the words back off! and he’s mine!