Pixel Café Network

You fidgeted in your seat, partially boredom, but mostly because you had to urinate. You hated asking Katsuki for things. Especially to use the restroom. It just reminded you how small and pathetic this is making you feel.

Unlucky for you, Katsuki notices everything. A sigh of annoyance followed by a closed laptop, Katsuki stands up. You gulped. You know what is coming next and you hate it. This power hungry son of a bitch is getting high off on making you feel so damn powerless. Don’t let it show this bothers you, Y/N.

The familiar whistle from Katsuki’s lips catches your attention. As trained, you go to kneel before him. Katsuki can hear you clenching your jaw so tight that you are grinding teeth, but he didn’t comment on it as he placed the leash upon your collar.

It took everything in you to not bite Katsuki as his hand was near your mouth. If he wanted to treat you like an animal, you would show him one. Just not now.

On cue of the tug of the leash, you stand up to follow Katsuki to the nearest bathroom. You dared to ask the question, “can I have some privacy?”

“No.”

Bastard didn’t even pretend to think about it. You are convinced the word “no” is his favorite in the dictionary from how much he tells you it. You were already not a fan of the word to begin with, but Katsuki knew how to make you loathe it.

Doing your business, you avoid eye contact with Katsuki as much as humanly possible. Though you have to do this quite a few times a day, it never gets any easier. Just a reminder how degraded you truly are in this twisted situation.

Once finished, you wash your hands and Katsuki leads you to the living room. Bravery decides to set in once again for Y/N as Katsuki goes to unhook your leash from your annoying collar. His fingers were right there, the perfect moment for you to chomp down on his calloused digits.

You bite down as hard as you can, praying to the high heavens you can inflict even the slightest fraction of physical pain Katsuki has endured upon you. But, you forget, Y/N, Katsuki has been a hero for years now. His pain tolerance is quite high and you are not the only brat to ever bite him before.

Katsuki arched a brow, annoyance written over his features. “Really? You thought this would do something?”

His free hand clenched your jaw and prys’ it open with ease. Of course, Katsuki was the petty type. So, not before you felt the said digits you snacked on were shoved down your throat.

Katsuki smirks at the sight of you choking. He was a mastered manipulator and all your cheap tricks he knew how to turn it around to benefit him. You hated him for it.

Forcing you to meet his gaze, digits still lodged in your esophagus, he states, “next time, it’ll be my cock. Tread carefully.”

A tug on the leash for finality of his words before releasing you to go back onto the couch where you remained. The threat lingered in the air which made you behave for a little bit.

You were laying on the couch, watching anime while tugging at your collar. Your tags are making noise which automatically draws Katsuki’s attention towards you. He shot you an annoyed glare.

“Quit fuckin’ with it.” He grumbled before returning to typing on his laptop.

“But I hate it. Can I please take it off?” You whined, your hands no longer touching it.

“No.”

“Katsuki, please?” You plead. The pro-hero did not even look up at you.

“I said no.”

“But Katsuki—“

The slam of his laptop closing gave you the message loud and clear. You knew better than to argue with him, but you can only be compliant for so long. You are on day five and those marks on your bum are starting to fade rather quickly. Maybe you have forgotten how harsh Katsuki can be with his punishments. Maybe the one from earlier wasn’t clear enough.

You brought your knees up to your chin as Katsuki continued to lay his harsh gaze upon you.

“What did I say about arguing with me, Y/N?” Katsuki interrogates, his eyes seeming quite darker than before.

“Not to.” You mumbled as you looked down at your twiddling thumbs. Events from earlier always seem to be fresh in your mind during moments like these.

“And what are you doing right now?”

You let out a heavy sigh. All you did was show Katsuki the respect he requested of you. Not once speaking out of turn or commenting on his unfair rules. You greeted him in the mornings with the fakest of smiles and the sweetest of greetings. You don’t have much of a choice, — considering he is more than happy to make your ass bruised again — but this facade is only lasting so long. There is going to be a time where you break and that is exactly what Katsuki is waiting for.

“I’m not arguing with you, Katsuki!” You exclaimed in annoyance. “You never consider what I want. This isn’t going to make me—”

“Y/N, you better be very careful with your next choice of words.” Katsuki warns with a dangerously low tone. Shivers danced down your spine, but you still persisted.

“I’m not going to love you if you keep treating me like I’m a damn dog.” You sigh, hoping your calm tone would make Katsuki at least consider going easy on you.

It didn’t work.

Katsuki’s mind went animalistic. He really does try to be so patient with you. Oh so patient, but this just isn’t working anymore. Katsuki is not one to play the waiting game and you have pushed your luck more than once. The grown man pounced onto your frightened body like a lion who just caught a lonesome gazelle. A scream escaped your trembling lips as tears brimmed your sorrow filled eyes. His hands found a way to your neck, squeezing as hard as he could without committing murder. The look in his eyes showed no mercy as you struggled for air. Your nails dig into his flesh just trying to escape his suffocating grip, but your strength is little to none compared to your captor’s.

“You’re one selfish bitch, y’know that?” Katsuki growls as he witnesses you start to turn blue. “All I have done for you and you have not once shown me an ounce of gratitude,” he lets go of your throat as he still straddles you, chuckling scornfully.“I am the only one who truly gives a fuck about you. While everyone else has turned against you, I’m the one who takes you in and protects you from this shitty world. Not them,” he points to himself, “me, but you seem to have no fucking respect .”

“Katsuki—“ You cough still trying to get air to your deprived lungs. Katsuki’s hand collided with your left cheek.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. You have spoken more than enough today.” Katsuki scolds as you whimper pathetically underneath him. His weight was already suffocating enough as it is. All you wanted was to be free from him in all aspects.

“Since you claim I treat you like a damn dog, I will.”

You didn’t even have time to contemplate what that could even mean. Oh God, what could that mean? What harsh, cruel punishment is Y/N in for now?

Katsuki climbed off of you, throwing you over his shoulder with no trouble at all. You tried to break free, sobbing out your deepest apologies, but the damage has already been done. Five days you were able to fake it, but not anymore. Katsuki is done faking too. Though he has never pretended to be pleasant, he was done playing your games. You are going to learn some damn manners whether you want to or not.

Laying you on the bed, his presence overwhelmed you. “K-Katsuki, I’m so-sorry.” You sniffled.

“Save your pathetic attempts for another time.” Katsuki scolds with the roll of his ruby orbs. He snaps his fingers and points to the floor in front of his feet with a demanding whistle. “Get on your knees.”

Your eyes grew wide before closing them. He cannot be serious right now. This is just all one bad dream. Yeah, that’s it. A terrible, awful dream. You are not here right now and even if you are, Katsuki is just overreacting. He is not really going to do what he said earlier.

The yank of your collar brought you back to the present moment. You dared to open your eyes as Katsuki’s are burning holes through you. “Did I fucking stutter? Get on your damn knees.” You cringed away as he spat those words in your face. Dropping you to the floor, you land on your ass and look up at him. He looked like a mountain from your position which made you feel even more small.

You watched closely as Katsuki began to pull down his joggers and boxers to reveal his erected cock. Your breath hitched in your throat. You were disgusted to even be this close to it.

Using the palms of your hands to scoot you back as far as you can, you go until you hit the nearest wall. Warm tears stream down your terrified face as Katsuki follows you, stroking his dick. He laughs scornfully at your fear.

“Get away from me you freak!” You cry.

“Y’know I’m really sick of your fucking mouth today. C’mere.” He growls as he grabs you by your collar to put you on your knees. His length is brought to your lips as his free hand entangles itself in your hair. Pulling roughly, you yelp and Katsuki stuffed his cock down your throat.

He said this would happen, Y/N.

Choking on the girth, Katsuki keeps a satisfied smirk on his face as he witnesses you struggle. You attempted to push him away, but again, there is just no use as you continued to cry and please him.

“Don’t have much to say now with my cock down your throat, do ya, brat?” He chuckles as he removes his dick from your mouth. You let out little coughs as saliva dribbles down your chin. You look up at him with such disgust and the fact he is stroking himself while looking down at you is causing you to become queasy.

You opened your mouth to insult the blonde, but Katsuki is quick to thrust his dick back into your hole. This time, he thrust in-and-out of your saliva filled mouth instead of waiting on you to put in the work. As much as he wanted you to look at this as a secret reward, he knows you hated him even more for throat fucking you. Punishment isn’t supposed to be fun, though. He warned you and you just refused to listen. This is what happens when you talk back to the hero.

Your gagging and crying only encouraged him to keep going. The way your tears danced down your cheek and your nose excited Katsuki. He is breaking you. Any mental strength you have built over the past few days is getting obliterated with each thrust.

Just like Katsuki wanted.

Your throat was throbbing by this point as he was sure you took in every single inch of him. You were not going to be able to talk for a while after he is through with you. Katsuki was not small by any means. His cock was not only above average in length, but it was thick. Even if this was consensual, there is no way in hell you would be able to deep throat him this early on. Still, you have no choice in the matter as Katsuki’s thrust picks up speed.

Groans and slurs spill from Katsuki’s lips. The hand that rested within your hair now rests on the wall to keep him standing.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good.” Katsuki grumbles as your throat hugs his dick. You are just praying he bust already. The thought disgusts you, but this is the only way you are going to get out of this situation. Pre cum was already leaking from his sensitive head and onto your tongue.

He is almost there. Just a little bit longer, Y/N.

Taking matters into your own hands, you begin bobbing your head on his length. You spent some extra time pleasing the head and every vein his dick contained. Katsuki’s groans let you know you are doing a good job. Your eyes finally meet his. Katsuki is surprised by your actions, but he would be dumb to intervene. He hoped you would do this. Especially since he is taking his sweet precious time to bust. He was enjoying every moment while you die inside. You wanted this to end already.

Your wishes came true as his dick twitched and Katsuki grumbled, “Shit.” The warm cum oozed into your mouth. You refused to swallow it as your cheeks became full. Katsuki removed his cock from your mouth to put it back in his pants, some sperm dripping down your lips to your chin then on your shirt.

“Swallow.” Katsuki commanded. You stared at him with defiance. You would be damned if you swallowed his semen. You have already done more than enough charity work today and the thought of swallowing anything seemed painful.

“Fine. Keep it in your mouth then. Doesn’t hurt me none.” Katsuki shrugged. Grabbing you by your collar again, he lifts you up to meet his height. Not a drop was swallowed during this. As much as you contemplated spitting the semen at your captor, you decided this was not the best idea. You wanted it out of your mouth, sure, but your pride refuses.

You feel Katsuki’s hand slip down your pants and in between your legs. You tried your best to kick him away, but the tighter grip on your collar made you give up. His fingers swipe your pussy to see if you are wet. Much to his dismay and now injured ego, you are dry.

“You’re dry.” Katsuki stated the obvious, a dissatisfied look in his ruby eyes and his infamous scowl. Removing his hand from your pants, his grip on your collar didn’t loosen as he carried you to the bedpost. Setting you down on the ground — roughly — he pulls out the familiar item he keeps in his pocket; the wretched black leash. He latched it onto your collar before tying it tight around the bedpost.

“You will stay here and think about how much of an ungrateful slut you are.” He instructs as he puts the leash in another tight knot around the bedpost. “You will keep my cum in your mouth until instructed otherwise. Any drop missing and we will do this shit again.”

Sadly, you were not surprised by Katsuki’s words. Didn’t stop you from trying to plead with him, though. Your groans didn’t go unnoticed as Katsuki bent down in front of you, grabbing your chin to meet his gaze. Though no words were actually said, Katsuki still found it disrespectful.

“Wanna say that again, Princess?” Katsuki interrogated, squeezing your puffy cheeks so cum would slip from your sealed lips. It dribbled down your chin, on Katsuki’s hand, and onto the front of your shirt. Katsuki smirked. “Such a messy girl. Probably love having my cum in your mouth.”

You shook your head no. Katsuki let go of your face, wiping his hand on your shirt then pat your face before standing up.

“Whatever you say, brat. I’ll check on you in a bit.” He assured you before exiting the bedroom to leave you alone.

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Akaza

As Akaza sits at a desk at his company, he can’t help but think about how much he misses you. Unfortunately, his boss, Muzan, is forcing him to stay late, and he can’t help the bulge that forms in his slacks when thinking about you. You’re probably missing him so much. Touching yourself as you wait for him. He quickly goes to the bathroom, locks himself in a stall, and opens the camera on his phone. He unzips his slacks and removes his cock from his boxers. He begins to record himself while he begins to pump his cock.

“Oh, baby, fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you,” he breathlessly moans. “Gonna make me cum from just thinking about you.”

He pumps faster as he zooms in on his hard cock that leaks tiny beads of precum.

“You love it when I send you these videos, huh?” he says teasingly. “I bet you’re clasping your thighs together, huh?”

He bites down on his lower lip as an image of you squirming on the couch at home, watching this, pops into his head.

“When I get home, I’ll be sure to fuck you nice and full,” he says. “You better not cum until I get back. Your orgasms belong to only me.” His cock twitches in his hand, so he pumps faster and begins to groan lowly. Finally, after a few more pumps, Akaza’s cum shoots out into his hand. He chuckles at the sight.

“Can’t wait to cum on you instead.”

Gyutaro You log into Discord and notice that you have a ping notification. It’s Gyu. He’s sent you a DM. It’s a video of some kind. You open it to find him sitting in front of his camera, showing only the lower half of his body. You grow hot when you notice he’s holding his hard cock in his hand. His broad chest sits upright, and his sweatpants are around his thighs so his cock can be in full view for you.

“C-Can’t wait to see you,” he says as he rolls his thumb over his tip. His shaky breath is picked up by the microphone on the headphones that you assume he has on. “I-I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since you left.” He gives himself one pump as he speaks. You can feel your arousal stain your underwear as you watch him.

You move your hand down to your shorts and dip your hand into them. You begin rubbing your clit as you watch him.

“Fuck, pretty girl, I want your pussy so bad,” he speaks closely into the mic. “I miss how fucking tight you are.” He grunts into the mic as he quickens his pace. You see him raise his hips to meet his hand. You circle your clit faster to match the thrusts he makes.

“Gyu,” you mutter. You hear his breathy moans, and as they come through your headphones, it makes it seem like he’s right here with you.

“Fuck, baby,” he thrusts harder into his hand. You feel your abdomen tighten, and you rub faster. He grunts your name, streams his cum onto his hand, and spills some on his sweatpants. You also reach your orgasm, and it squirts into your panties and shorts. You both breathe heavily, and you watch him collect himself as he ends the video.

You decide you’ll give him something in return. You open your phone camera and take a picture of your soaked panties and shorts. You send it to him and say you can’t wait to see him.

Inosuke Hashibira

Inosuke loves to send you both videos and photos. A lot of the time, he probably shouldn’t. You’ll be sitting in a lecture, and he’ll send you an image of his hard cock.

One night, as you’re studying for an exam, he sends you a long video of him fucking a Fleshlight. You can hear him moan in the video as he thrusts hard into the device.

“Shit, doll, come over,” you hear him say. “I need your cunt.” Of course, you want to, but you really do need to…

Fuck, you really want to.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans. You shift in your chair, trying to get some friction. You watch as his cock goes in and out of the Fleshlight with an artificial slick coating his cock. “Want to cum in your pussy. Fuck!” He keeps jerking off into the fake cunt.

You really, really want to.

“Doll, come here,” he pleads. You close the video and get up from your desk. It’s late, but you don’t care. You text Inosuke, telling him he’s won and you’re on your way. He sends you a response saying that he’ll make it worth your while.

Tengen Uzui

“Fuck, baby girl,” Tengen groans as he watches you insert another finger into your wet pussy. “You’re so naughty for daddy.”

“All f-for you, daddy,” you moan as you scissor the two fingers inside you.

“Good girl,” he says. You watch him fist his cock once more. His large hand pumps his thick cock harshly. “Rub your clit, baby girl.” You do as he commands and move your thumb to rub your clit. “Shit, baby girl, just like that.”

“A-Ah, daddy!” you moan. He pumps his cock faster, watching you finger fuck yourself at his command.

“God, baby girl, you’re so fucking hot,” he groans.

“Mm, d-daddy,” you moan. “G-gonna cum.” He chuckles darkly.

“Baby girl wants to cum?” he tsks.

“Y-yes, please let me cum, daddy! I’ve been such a good girl for you,” you plead.

“F-fuck,” he can barely contain his own release. He loves it when you give yourself to him. “Cum, baby girl.”

“D-daddy!” you scream as you squirt on the bed sheets under you.

“Shit, baby girl,” he says. Having watched you, he also cums, and you see his white stream shoot out. It makes a mess like what you did. “Seeing you cum always gets me.”

“S-sorry,” you apologize, and he chuckles again.

“Don’t apologize; it’s so hot,” he says.

Katsuki was in the kitchen making tamagoyaki. You were ordered to stay in that chair and don’t make a movement or sound. It was hard to keep still, though, with Katsuki glaring at you every few seconds. To avoid any trouble, you continued staring at the plain wall.

Your thoughts raced. Your failed attempt of escape was only building up anticipation for the next. Katsuki was prepared, but so are you.

Well, in your head at least.

You have to be cautious moving forward, Y/N. That idea was stupid earlier. Katsuki disarmed you with no hesitation. He wasn’t even threatened. What hurts worse: the punishment or your pride?

Once breakfast was ready, Katsuki set a plate down at the end of the table where he sits before pulling your chair out to face his direction. You let out a deep sigh as you knew what was to come. Shitty actions have shitty consequences, Y/N. You have to earn the right to do the things you want to do.

He brought a slice of the tamagoyaki to your lips for you to eat. You just glared at him which caused Katsuki to roll his eyes. He is not in the mood to deal with anymore of your shenanigans right now.

“How do I know it’s not drugged?” You interrogated, raising an eyebrow with your arms crossed against your chest.

“Guess you’ll have to bite into it and find out.” Katsuki shrugged.

“And what if I don’t want to?” You challenged the blonde. Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows.

“Then that’s just too damn bad, Y/N.” The tone of his voice was warning you to be careful with your boldness.

Maybe it was the loss of control, maybe it was the collar, maybe it was the nearly broken ankle, or maybe — just maybe — you didn’t trust Katsuki, but your left hand seemed restless as it collided with the chopsticks. The slice of tamagoyaki went flying, landing straight onto the white dining room wall. Your eyes trailed over to the wall then slowly back to Katsuki’s enraged crimsons. You did not even have time to defend your actions as Katsuki stood up and whipped you up by your collar. You let out a whimper as you were now leveled with his height.

“I've done told you how I feel about spoiled little brats yet you just don’t fuckin’ listen, do ya?” Katsuki spat, his hot breath hitting your face.

“I-I’m sorry, K-Katsuki!” You cried, regret sinking in from what you just did.

“Oh, you will be.” Katsuki sets you down on the ground with his fingers still cuffed around your collar.

“What are you—“ Your sentence was cut short as

he drags you to the couch in the living room. He did not let up once no matter how much you begged and pleaded with him to do so. Warm tears were already streaming down your face from his rough ways, but that is the least of your problems now.

Katsuki hates spoiled brats, Y/N.

Katsuki finally let go of your hair as he sat on the middle cushion of the couch. Your head was resting on Katsuki’s knee. You were not wanting to meet his gaze, but if you were going to even attempt to get out of this you had to. So, you turned to face him, sniffling.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki. I’ll be good. I promise.” You whimpered. Katsuki’s hand ran through your hair as he let out a disappointing sigh. He was doing his best to calm down before punishing you. Somehow, feeling you beg for forgiveness at his feet and his hand running through your locks made him rethink some things. Given that he is older than you, he has learned to control his temper more than when he was younger. He still has a ways to go, but he is trying his best. Especially when it comes to you.

Work with him, Y/N.

After a few moments of you sniffling pathetically and Katsuki contemplating on what is the best punishment for your actions, he finally spoke.

“Over my lap.” Katsuki ordered, patting his thigh.

You looked up at him with a confused expression. “What?” You mumbled.

“Did I stutter? I said "lay over my lap.”

You remained stunned, unsure of where he was going with this. What does he plan to do to you? Is he going to—

Katsuki growls in agitation before hauling you up there himself. “Are you this dumb all the time, Y/N? Or do you just enjoy pissing me off?”

You are still confused on what he is planning on doing, but the removal of your pastel skirt — thanks to Katsuki — was giving you some horrid conclusions.

“Since you want to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like one,” he begins removing your lace panties, “you’re getting spanked.”

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“Thirty swats.”

Your eyes grew wide as your body became noticeably tense. Your bottom lip quivered as tears brimmed in your eyes again. You shook your head in disbelief. He can’t be serious right now. A spanking? What are you, a child? Sure, your actions were a bit immature, but a spanking is just humiliating and out of line.

“Y-You can’t be serious.” You stammered.

“Thirty-five.” Katsuki replied, showing he was far from joking. He was always the serious type.

“Please no-“

“Forty. You are making this worse for yourself.”

Tears fell as you felt Katsuki’s calloused hand rubbing your exposed bum. It seemed to be getting warmer when it dawned on you that he was going to use his quirk. You already feel so powerless and the fact that Katsuki is going to give your ass a nice beating isn’t helping.

“You’re going to count aloud,” Katsuki’s free hand finds a way to your hair, pulling it slightly so he is certain he has your full attention, “and thank me.”

“Yes, Katsuki.” You grumble in defeat. You earned a head pat for that.

A firm hard slap collides with your plump ass causing a yelp escaping your parted lips. “O-One. T-Thank you, K-Katsuki.” You stuttered. You were not sure which hurt more: the spanking or the fact you have to thank Katsuki for punishing you. Either way, the whole experience is embarrassing and you have thirty-nine more swats to go. This could not go any faster.

By slap seven, you were sobbing. Why does Katsuki have to be so rough? This is your first time getting spanked by him and he is not showing a single ounce of mercy. Your poor bottom is already aching. Katsuki has not even used his quirk in full effect just yet. This is the warmup.

“What number are we on?”

“S-Seven. Thank y-you, Katsuki.” You coughed out. You feel a gentle pat on the head.

“Good girl. Say it faster next time or we start over.”

“Y-Yes, Katsuki.”

Seven turned to fourteen which turned to twenty. You are only halfway done by this point. Snot flowed from your nose and your grip on Katsuki’s pants leg was enough to rip the fabric. He was not concerned about it, though, as he carried on with the punishment. You have to learn a lesson one way or another.

You are finally on the last five of your spanking. Smoke came into your view and crackling could be heard from behind you. This is the moment you were waiting for. You knew he was going to use his quirk at some point. In all honesty, you thought he used it already, but Katsuki’s body is naturally warm because of his abilities and his strength is unbearable. Your ass was nice and bruised, but this didn’t satisfy Katsuki nearly enough.

“This is going to hurt like a bitch.” Katsuki warned before his activated palm collided with the tender flesh. He waited a moment for you to spit out the words. He was even feeling nice enough to massage your contusion bottom while he waited.

“T-Thirty-F-Five. T-Thank you, K-Katsuki.”

Forty could not come soon enough. You felt like you were going to vomit. You have cried so much that you began hyperventilating, but Katsuki was sure to admire his work before sitting you up to comfort you. You wanted to deny it, but he is the only person that can provide you this sense of relief right now. So, you didn’t fight the affection as you sobbed into his neck.

Your arms clinged onto him, holding on for dear life as your body wanted to give out. Even though you were a mess and got all of your tears, slobber, and snot onto him, Katsuki didn’t mind comforting you. You needed him and he wanted to be there for you. Especially since you handled your punishment well. One of Katsuki’s hands rested on your throbbing ass while the other switched between rubbing your back to brushing through your hair. He stayed silent until you decided to speak.

“I’m,” you exhaled as your body began to relax, “sorry, Katsuki.”

Katsuki hummed in response, encouraging you to elaborate. He wants to be certain you know what you did wrong. That’s the only way your punishment will be effective.

“Wasting the food.”

“And?”

You look up. You were not sure what else to apologize for. You are not even truly sorry for your past actions. You were just wanting to get off the hook with your captor. Especially since his hand seemed restless on your bare ass cheek.

“For being a brat..?”

A gentle pat on your butt told you that you picked the correct answer. You winced at the action. Katsuki is certain you are secure before standing up and walking to the stairs to take you to his bedroom. He gently set you on his bed, his eyes lingering on your bottom half for longer than appreciated.

“I’ll be back. Don’t move until I clean you up.” Katsuki instructs before leaving the bedroom to retrieve items from his bathroom.

He returns with Aloe Vera and wet washcloth. Setting the Aloe Vera beside you on the bed, Katsuki begins cleaning your face. You cringe as you feel him get the snot and spit off of you. He softly chuckles before throwing the rag into the trash bin beside his bed. Katsuki was mentally adoring you in this state. So weak, so compliant, so dependent on him. He loved it.

Your face was nice and clean before you were instructed to lay on your stomach. Katsuki admired his work again before rubbing the Aloe Vera onto your burning flesh. You wince and whined every time he touched spots that seemed to be more vulnerable than others. A satisfied smirk could not help but creep onto Katsuki’s face.

“Alright, your ass is all bandaged up,” he taps your outer thigh lightly so you know he is done. “I’m goin’ to take a shower to get this shit off my neck. You are going to stay here for the time being.”

You nodded in response. Since your ankle is hurt and Katsuki now has a punishment to hold over your head, he feels secure enough to leave you alone in his bedroom while he showers. You remain laying on your stomach, staring at the wall as you hear the water start in the master bathroom.

Katsuki stepped in the shower with a throbbing erection. He did his best to contain himself while comforting you, but the sadist in him could not remain tamed for much longer. Seeing you marked up, sobbing into his shoulder, depending on no one but him was such a power rush. He was the one to give you those bruises and heal them. How could he not get turned on?

Katsuki’s hand wrapped around his length and began stroking it. Thoughts of you flooded through his mind as they usually do. The way your delicate skin was all marked up due to him. The way you sniffle and cry because of his actions. Your eyes show nothing but hatred yet you clinged onto Katsuki for comfort and affection. That made him feral. You need him to survive. You could not possibly hate your caregiver that much if you depend on him, right? He is the only human you have left.

This man shattered you and he is getting off on it.

“Fuck,” he groans as he continues to stroke his throbbing cock. The hot water sprayed upon his naked body yet all he could imagine was you, on your knees, being his perfect little cock sleeve. The water may not be your saliva but in due time, he’ll make his fantasies come to life.

Katsuki let out grunts as his strokes became slower. Pre-ejaculation started to flow from the head of his cock before all of his cum proceeded. A few more strokes before Katsuki was panting, using the tile wall as support. Cum covered most of his dick and right hand. If only he had Y/N in here to clean him off. If you only knew how bad he wanted to march on in there and fuck you until you were limp.

Patience, Katsuki. Getting ahead of yourself.

Luckily, the hot shower rinsed it off rather quickly so Katsuki could finish cleansing his toned body. He did his best to not think of you then he would be hard all over again. He can keep his composure with you around, but behind closed doors, he’s a wreck for you, Y/N.

Drying off, he wraps the towel around his waist before walking into the bedroom where you remained put. You were facing the other way so you could not see Katsuki’s body. You did not want to see him in general. The last thing you wanted to see was him naked. The thought alone made your stomach turn.

Katsuki was pleased to see you still in the same place he left you. A bit disappointed that you were not turning to face him, but regardless, he was content with your actions. He slid on a pair of boxers, gray sweatpants, and a plain black v-neck t-shirt. Using the towel that was wrapped around his waist, he dries off his hair a little more to give it that messy damp look.

You were too distracted looking anywhere but behind you to notice Katsuki walked over to you.

“Wanna watch some TV while I work?” He called out, peering down at you. He was reading every single move you make.

You contemplate his suggestion. You were not against watching some television to get your mind off of your own thoughts. You also can’t put it past Katsuki to put you in your room to stare at the wall the whole time. He is trying to be nice. You should take this opportunity.

You turn your head to meet his gaze. “Yes, actually.”

“You’re going to behave, right?” He rhetorically asks, his fingertips ghosting your bum.

Don’t roll your eyes, Y/N. Behave.

“Yes, Katsuki.”

You feel him softly rub your bottom. “We’ll get you in some fresh clothes then go downstairs, yeah?” You nod in response. Katsuki helps you get dressed in some panties and an oversized t-shirt. He helped you down the stairs and get you comfortable on the couch. Lucky for you, Katsuki decided to sit on the furthest end of the sofa so he can do his reports while you chill on the other end, deciding on a television show to watch.

This is your new normal now. Get used to it, Y/N.

©bakugosbratx

You just expected elite government agents to act like adults.

Between coffee spills, computer issues, and misfiled paperwork—that was littered with grammatical errors—you were ready to clock out before lunchtime. Unlucky for you, you weren't able to leave until your shift ended.

It was almost time for you to leave when it happened, your snapping point. There you were, alone in the copy room, grabbing the papers you had just printed to turn in to your boss, when he came in.

Trent, the company clown. You preferred corporate idiot, or bloodline ender, depending on how much he pissed you off. He didn't have to tell you he was a nepo hire—even though he has multiple times in those exact words—because he reeked of incompetency.

And incompetency smelled like ash, and cheap cologne mixed with the god-awful smell of Slim Jims.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a copy room like this?"

Rolling your eyes, you ignored him and kept working, hoping that would work.

It didn't.

The stench reeking off of him was getting closer, as you silently prayed the printer would hurry up so you could leave.

"I don't think you heard me," he hummed, leaning against the copier, putting himself into your view. "I asked you—"

"Admiring the wallpaper," you deadpanned.

Trent laughed, tilting his head to look at you. "You would be an art lover, wouldn't you?"

The walls were the most boring shade of beige you had seen. Of course, he would equate that to art.

"Is there something you want, Trent? If you can't tell, I am a little busy at the moment."

"Not too busy to go out with me, are you?"

And there it was. The reason he followed you in. Trent had a reputation for asking out every female coworker within a mile radius. It seemed everyone had a bit of common sense, because he kept getting rejected.

You had told him multiple times you had a boyfriend, one who worked in the building a few floors up, but that didn't seem to deter him. You and Leon kept your relationship on the down low, not wanting to draw too much attention or distract each other from work. Working on different floors helped, but it made moments like this a little harder to handle.

Too often, you daydreamed about Leon coming to your rescue, putting this asshole in his place with a pointed glare and a subtle threat real enough to make Trent piss his pants. But you couldn't ask it of him. Leon was just as busy as you were, if not more so, as he was the Leon Kennedy.

Besides, you could handle an idiot like Trent like it was nothing. You just didn't want to.

"I have a boyfriend,"

"I don't see him here."

"Just like I don't see a date in your future."

Trent let out a ridiculous sound he hoped would pass as a laugh. You weren't fooled, though. All you wanted to do was finish up your work, go home, and maybe eat some ice cream. Was that too much to ask?

"You can change that," he grinned. "You know, let me rock your world."

And that was the moment all of your patience ran out.

"Trent, if you do not leave me alone, I will shove this pencil through your hand. No one will believe a word you say when you tell them otherwise."

You spared him a look, and it seemed Trent didn't take your threat too seriously. But there was an underlying fear in his eyes that maybe you were. Maybe it was time to drive it home.

"Or, maybe I should go get Mr. Kennedy from upstairs and have him shove the pencil through your hand?"

That seemed to do it. Trent turned sheet white and quickly hightailed it out of there. A threat to go get one of the most respected agents from upstairs was enough to make anyone shit their pants, and you were convinced Trent almost did.

Once he was gone, taking that awful stench with him, you let out a breath and relaxed. The copier finished, now all you had to do was turn them in and go home, hopefully without any more interruptions.

Stacking your papers together neatly, you tucked them into your chest and quickly made your way out of the room and down the hall. Not paying much mind to the people passing you by, you weaved through the bodies, evading them easily. You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn't see the body coming right at you.

You only noticed when you walked into a wall of solid mass, and a pair of hands came up to steady you before you fell over.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Hearing his voice, you looked up to see Leon in front of you. His brows were furrowed with slight confusion, but still had that look of fondness—a look he only reserved for you.

Readjusting your grip on the papers in your hands, you nodded. "Just had a long day,"

Leon could tell something was bothering you, and he knew better than to press. That was a job for when you both went home, somewhere he was sure you were desperate to get to.

"Well, don't let me keep you from finishing up," Leon winked with a boyish smile, before he stepped away and continued down the hall.

It didn't take long for you to turn those godforsaken papers in, pack up your purse, and head down to the garage. Your car was where you parked it every day, a reliable white car of no significant brand next to a sleek black Porsche.

Leon tried to get you a new car, saying you needed one that was new and up to code, so he would know you were safe. The conversation ended with you telling him you didn't want to give up the car your parents gave you, so he didn't push. The offer was always on the table, though.

Within half an hour, you were downtown pulling into the parking garage of your apartment. Leon was due to be off soon, so you were tasked with the duty of figuring out dinner. After today's events, you wanted nothing more than to order takeout and just enjoy your evening.

It didn't take you long to get out of the car and make your way up to your apartment. Grabbing your phone, you dialed the number for the Chinese takeout place down the street. The two of you ate at this place frequently, so you had the orders memorized. Placing the order only took a few minutes, long enough for you to get up the stairs and unlock the door.

Once you were inside, you let out a long sigh. You were finally home. No stupid coworkers, no stupid tasks, and no stupid copiers taking forever and a decade to print out ten pieces of paper. Tossing your phone and keys onto the table by the door, you quickly kicked off your shoes and inhaled the welcoming scent of your apartment.

As you made your way to the bedroom, you opened the curtains and turned on the lights. The sun was setting beyond the horizon, bathing your place in a beautiful golden glow. You grabbed the hanger off the bed before sliding your blazer off, hanging it up to be worn the next day.

Once it was off, you quickly changed into more comfy clothes consisting of an old t-shirt and a pair of Leon's sweats. Checking the time, you saw that the food was due to arrive soon. Letting out a huff, you pulled on your socks and slippers before making your way back towards your front door.

The next few minutes passed in a blur. The food arrived, you paid, and began to set it out on the counter. With the window open, you could hear the nighttime traffic wafting in with the cool evening breeze. Over the noise, you faintly heard the soft click of your door opening with a familiar thud of boots entering in after it.

Everything was perfect now, Leon was home.

"So," he drawled, coming around the corner to lean on the wall and watch you. "Do you want to tell me what happened today, or are you going to make me guess?"

Sparing him a look out of the corner of your eye, you smiled. "I don't know, you tell me, Mr. Wears-A-Leather-Jacket-Even-Indoors."

Leon chuckled at your joke, sliding his brown leather jacket off his shoulders and laying it on the chair next to him. That only made you more distracted than anything. It was like he was teasing you with the sight of his biceps in that tight compression shirt, and the lines of his chest defined through the fabric.

"I'm going to guess that it has to do with a complaint I received about a certain employee threatening someone with the idea that I will stab them with a pencil?"

"He wouldn't leave, and the meat stick smell was nauseating."

Focusing on dishing out the food, you heard him walk around the bar counter towards you. "That doesn't mean you can threaten them,"

"You would too if you had to smell it."

"I think it was more than the smell that bothered you,"

That was when you finally turned to look at him, Leon only a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest. You tried your hardest not to look, but how could you not when it looked like he was trying to make his pectorals more prominent?

"It's Trent Hawks; his very existence bothers me."

Even Leon couldn't disagree with you on that. "Yeah, he sucks. How does he still work there, again?" he asked, leaning against the counter.

You turned with a shrug, "I have no idea, really; he doesn't go on field missions, and he is incompetent at anything to do with numbers or the alphabet."

Leon didn't miss the way your eyes trailed over him. If anything, he was entertained by how you were able to air your grievances about a coworker, and still undress him with your eyes. Besides, he'd be lying if he said he didn't find it hot that you were wearing his clothes.

He watched as you finished dishing out the food, leaning over the counter to look for some cups to pour the drink you ordered as well. His eyes drifted to the hem of the shirt riding up, exposing the small of your back to him.

Leon walked up behind you and placed his hands on your waist. His thumbs brushed the skin of your back, tracing the lines leading to the dimple at the bottom of your spine. He felt you shiver in his hold as he pressed close to you.

Nudging your hair to the side with his nose, his breath fanning down your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You felt his nose nudge the back of your ear, lips dangerously close to the skin. A grin formed on his lips as they connected gently before pulling on your lobe.

A shocked gasp slipped past your lips, a hand coming to rest on his. Knowing full well what he was doing to you, this fucker kept going.

"Leon—" his name was all but a whimper, as he pulled back before moving lower.

The grip he had on your waist tightened a little as his lips brushed the skin of your throat ever so gently. Leon's lips curved into a smirk, it growing as he mapped a path to the spot beneath your jaw. You kept a hand on the counter, trying to keep yourself grounded as the other gripped his forearm.

Leon let out a soft chuckle as you leaned into him, tilting your head back to give him better access. His grin grew wider feeling your hand come up to rest on the back of his head and grip the wispy hair, resting there.

"Fuck—" Letting out a groan, Leon nipped gently at the skin of your throat. Enough to make you jump, but not to hurt you. Yet. His hands began to explore your body more, one moving up your stomach and the other lower to your thighs.

The soft whines you let out spur him on, encouraging him to keep going with his lips still pressed to the column of your throat.

"Someone sounds like she missed me," is all he needed to say before you officially became a puddle in his arms.

Quickly turning you in his arms, Leon's hands held your waist as his lips finally met yours. You felt him sigh into the kiss as his tongue found its way into your mouth, laying claim to every bit of you he could. His kiss tasted of coffee and those cheap mints he liked so much, a combination only he would be crazy enough to enjoy.

Your hand tightened its grip on the back of his head, threading your fingers through his blond locks as the other pawed at his chest, nails digging into the skin through his shirt. With a harsh tug of his hair, Leon groaned from the back of his throat as he kissed you with more ferocity.

"Do that again, and we are going to have a problem," he muttered against your lips, using his strength to keep you upright as your knees threatened to buckle.

With a grin, you snagged his bottom lip with your teeth and pulled as your hand only tugged his hair harder.

Leon couldn't stop the moan from escaping his lips; his brain was overloading with the feeling of you pressed against him.

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" he huffed, pulling back from the kiss to look down at you. "Let's see how funny you think you are when I'm done with you."

Before you could register what was happening, Leon had you lifted in his arms and made his way towards the living room. His lips attached to your collar as he walked, kicking whatever was on the floor out of his way. Quickly laying you on the couch, Leon was on top of you with his hips pinning you down, his hard cock pressing through his cargo pants.

You watched as his hands traced over the curves of your body, cupping your breasts and giving them a soft squeeze. He watched your chest rise and fall with each breath, his eyes trailing up the column of your throat before landing on your face.

"Fuck, you are so gorgeous," he groaned, moving his hands to the bottom of your shirt. "I want to see all of you, baby."

Obliging to his request, you sat up and helped him get your shirt off. The second it was off your body, it was gone. Neither you nor Leon cared where; his attention was currently on your bra and how it was in his way.

He watched as your hands moved to undo the front clasp, but his impatience won out. Batting your hands away, Leon popped the clasp and watched as your bra opened. Sliding the garment off your body, his hands cupped your breasts and kneaded them. His lips were on your throat again, your back arching off the couch into his touch.

"Leon—fuck—" you whined, moving your hips up into his, trying to find some form of friction. "Leon, please!"

Your hands moved to the back of his shirt, fisting at the fabric as you tried to pull it up.

"I want this off," you all but demanded.

Leon chuckled against your throat, sitting up long enough to pull his shirt up and over the back of his head with one arm and toss it. Your eyes wafted over the physique of his body; from the hard lines of muscle from years of training, to his pecs that were glistening from the sheen of the sweat he worked up already.

He kept you pressed into the couch, clothes already half discarded, his shirt was across the room somewhere; yours was tossed half-hazardously in a random direction, not caring which. Raking your eyes over him, you began to run your hands up his body.

Your hands were all over his chest, tracing the defined lines of muscle. Leon's lips held yours in a kiss, one filled with passion and need. Moving to grab at his pectorals, you cupped them as you bit and sucked on his bottom lip.

Leon felt like he was in heaven, or the closest thing to it. Your hands were doing things to him he couldn't explain, and your lips were making his brain fuzzy. Moving a hand to cup the back of your head, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently pulled back, exposing the skin of your throat to him.

Letting out soft pants, he attached his lips to your flesh, keeping your hips pressed to his.

Moaning at the sensation, you let your hands wander further south, dragging your nails across his skin. Leon's body shivered under your hands, his stomach dipping at the touch as you made your way to the button of his jeans. With skilled fingers, you quickly popped the button and pulled the zipper down, letting his erection press through his boxers and into your hand.

Feeling your hand press into his cock, Leon groaned lowly as he moved his hips into your touch.

"Fuck me,"

"I'm trying."

You chuckled at his response, hand cupping his bulge as you squeezed lightly.

No one would believe you if you told them that the great Leon Kennedy whined. A surge of pride rolled through you, watching Leon's whole body shudder from you handling his cock.

"Shit—" he groaned, trying to keep his voice from lifting into a whine again. "Sweetheart—fuck—You're making it hard."

Looking up at him, you only grinned. Leon's eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks going a soft pink from the embarrassment of whining for your touch. His bangs hung in his face, just inches from your own.

"I know I am, I think that's the point of foreplay."

Leon raised a brow at your words, a playful smirk back on his lips. "Is that how you want to play it?"

Before you knew it, Leon had your pants and underwear off with your thighs thrown over his shoulders. His stubble brushed against your skin, the prickly hairs making you shiver and writhe in his grip.

Wrapping his hands around your thighs, Leon kept his grip tight to make sure you couldn't get away. Looking down, you saw he was watching you with those piercing blue eyes of his. The curve of his back rippled from the grip he had on you. Without warning, Leon winked at you before running his tongue through your folds.

A shocked gasp escaped your lips, a hand reaching down to fist his hair. Wasting no time, Leon got to work exploring your cunt with his tongue. His moans vibrated against your body, sending delicious tingles all through you.

"Fuck!" You tightened your grip on his hair, pulling his mouth closer to you every time you felt he moved too far away.

Feeling his nose brush your clit, Leon let out the filthiest groan you've ever heard.

"So fucking good, sweetheart—so fucking good for me."

His words made the heat spread through your body, the sounds of him singing your praises as he devoured you like a man starved. His hands tightened on your thighs, sure to leave fingerprints later on. Your body writhed against him, something he clearly enjoyed as he kept pulling you back closer to him.

When he wanted to be, Leon Kennedy was a fucking fiend, and this was proof.

You could feel that all too familiar feeling begin to approach, Leon quickly working you to your peak. Your body began to tremble, your whines and moans getting higher in pitch while Leon was only motivated to keep going.

"Leon!" You cried, arching against the couch beneath you. One of his hands was now gone from your thighs, and instead was inserting two fingers into your pussy. Pulling back just enough, Leon pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, fingers still thrusting inside you as he watched your expressions.

"You gonna cum on my fingers, baby?" he hummed, looking up at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Or do you want to cum on something else?"

Leon slowed his hand down, the change in pace making you whine. "Yes!"

"Yes what, sweetheart?" he tilted his head, moving up your body with his chest pressed against yours. Keeping the slow pace, Leon curled his fingers, brushing that bundle of nerves that had you wailing his name.

Leaning closer, his nose traced lines down yours as you canted your hips into his hand. Your lips were only a breath away, brushing each other with each movement of your body. Leon's lips formed into a grin, watching as you became nothing but putty in his hands.

Moans and whines escaped your lips, mixing with the breathless chuckle he let out.

"Is this what you want, baby? Me fucking you open with my fingers?"

You nodded quickly, desperate to reach your peak. "Leon—" you gasped. "Leon, please—"

Picking up the pace of his hand, Leon continued to curl his fingers, abusing that spot that had you seeing stars. He watched as your body reacted to the sudden change, a wave of satisfaction spreading through him, knowing he was the one who reduced you to this.

With a hand still in his hair, you kept a tight grip as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. "Don't—ah—don't stop," you panted, tightening the hold you had on his hair and bicep.

"Wouldn't dream of it,"

Leon's hand continued, and before you knew it you felt that wave crash over you with a cry of his name. Keeping you pressed to him, his fingers worked you through your orgasm as Leon moved his lips towards your ear.

"That's it, baby, cum for me." He pressed a kiss to your temple. "You're doing so well, such a good girl,"

His words made you dizzy, as everything shook around you. Waiting until you finished, Leon peppered your face with kisses, whispering soothing words to you as you came down from your high. You watched as he removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth, sucking your release off them with a satisfied moan.

"So fucking delicious too,"

Feeling your face heat up, you pulled him into a kiss. The taste of your arousal was thick on his tongue, making you moan against his lips. Slowly, you ran a hand through his hair as you pushed him to a sitting-up position. Leon complied, moving to pull you into his lap with your cum streaking down your thighs and onto his cargo pants.

"Fuck, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he mumbled, leaning into your touch as your hand slowly moved from his hair down to cup his face.

Keeping his eyes on you, Leon kissed your palm as it passed his lips and moved down to his jaw. He felt your delicate touch trace the curve of his jaw before moving to the column of his throat.

"You need to go look in a mirror, babe. You're the beautiful one here."

At your words, Leon looked away, not wanting you to see the blush creeping on his face. But you couldn't miss the red blooming up his neck and ears.

"I mean it," you hummed. "Gorgeous eyes, kissable lips, a jawline you could cut me open with, I could keep going?"

Clearing his throat, Leon turned to look at you, his cheeks dusted with pink. "Yeah, yeah. I get it."

"Oh, I don't think you do, baby," you grinned.

Before he could figure out what you were doing, you pressed a hand to his chest and pushed Leon back against the couch with a thud. You watched his eyes widen in surprise, looking up at you as you straddled his lap completely bare.

Placing both hands on his shoulders, you traced your fingers and palms down his body. "I love getting to look at you like this." Your hands were on his chest, cupping his pecs again before moving down his body.

"Hard, yet pliant. Rough but smooth. Soft yet firm."

Leon watched your hands explore his chest and abdomen, groping at his muscles, and the soft fat on his sides and hips.

You felt his body jolt when you got to the waist of his boxers, his hard cock desperately seeking the release it demanded. Leon's pants were still unbuttoned, his belt dangling at his hips with his bulge keeping them there.

Dipping your fingers into the waist of his boxers, you slid them down enough to free his cock. Not bothering to remove his pants the rest of the way, you looked down as it stood in front of you. Head red and angry, his pre leaking from the tip.

"Such a beautiful cock," You watched as Leon closed his eyes, feeling you wrap your hand around him. Soft moans fell from his lips as your hand slowly moved up and down his shaft, thumb tracing his slit lightly.

"Shit—"

He had been so patient for you, wanting to make sure you got to cum before he did, and now you were going to reward him. Lifting your hips, you kept his cock in your hand as you carefully lined up with it.

"I'm going to ride this pretty cock of yours, you'd like that, right, baby?"

Leon nodded quickly, hand moving up to grip the armrest above his head. He didn't have the chance to respond before he felt you slowly lower yourself over his cock. His second hand moved to grab your hip, helping guide you down as you took him inch by inch.

He watched as your face scrunched up, feeling the heat of your pussy wrap around him.

"So fucking tight," he moaned, moving his hips up into you.

Placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself, you moaned his name, feeling his fat cock bully its way inside you. The stretch of his cock had you seeing stars, nails digging into his skin to keep yourself grounded.

"So big…" You whined.

Leon couldn't fight the chuckle. "Way to inflate a man's ego."

Taking a few moments, you let yourself adjust to his size. His cock filled every inch of you, carving your pussy to fit his shape. Leon felt the way your walls contracted around him, pulling a low moan from his chest as it rumbled.

With his hand still on your hip, Leon guided you as you began to lift yourself up and down his shaft.

The sounds the two of you let out were debauched and downright filthy. High-pitched whines left your lips with each movement, walls fluttering around his cock. Leon's low moans mixed with yours in the evening air, creating a symphony of sound.

"Fuck, you look so gorgeous from here."

Leon's eyes wandered over your body, from the expression on your face to your tits as they bounced with each movement. He was mesmerized watching them as you picked up the pace, moaning his name.

Biting his lip, Leon tightened his grip as he began to move his hips in time with yours.

"Fuck!" You cried out as his hips pistoned into you, increasing the pace. Your nails dug into your chest as you tried to ground yourself, thighs shaking from the exhaustion.

"Does my baby need some help?" he gasped, watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he was giving you.

Quickly, you nodded, head dropping as you moaned his name.

"Come here,"

Leon immediately had you on your back, hands pinned above your head, and a shit-eating grin on his face as he looked down at you. "Looks like I have to do all the work." With that, Leon set a brutal pace with his hips. One that had you wailing and writhing against him as he pounded into your pussy.

The force from the thrust of his hips as you moved on the couch, the sound of creaking wood underneath you.

"Leon! Oh fuck—Leon—"

"That's right, sweetheart, say my name," he grinned, watching you fall apart under him. He felt your walls tighten around his cock, as it throbbed with desire and want.

"Gonna fill this pussy up with my cum, you'd like that, yeah?" he moaned, watching your face as he brought you closer to your climax.

"Yes! God, yes!"

Leon chuckled, glancing down to see where your bodies connected. A ring of slick was strung around the base of his cock as it thrusted into you. "Look at you, greedy pussy so needy for me," he teased. "Needs my cock to fill you up, is that right?"

All you could do was nod; your orgasm was fast approaching. Your moans increased as Leon kept up the brutal pace. Releasing your hands, you watched as Leon moved his hand down between your legs and began to circle your clit with his thumb.

"Leon!" you wailed, wrapping your arms around him. The pleasure was intense, the attention to your clit ready to send you over the edge.

"That's it, baby, cum for me. Cover my cock in your cum."

His words were the final thing to send you spiraling, the intense feeling taking over you as you came. Your legs shook as the pooling warmth flooded between your legs. Leon moaned, feeling your walls contract around his cock, as he continued thrusting. It was only a little bit more before he followed, filling you with his warm seed with a grunt.

Both of you were completely spent, Leon collapsing on you. His sweaty body felt tacky as his skin stuck to yours. Cupping your cheek, Leon looked over your face, moaning softly as he pulled out.

"You okay?"

Looking up at him, you brushed his bangs back with a smile. "Yeah, I feel amazing." Glancing down, you let out a chuckle, seeing the complete mess the two of you made. "But it seems we made a mess."

Leon shrugged, "What can I say? My girlfriend is hot, especially when she bosses me around."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled his face towards yours and kissed him gently. "I love you,"

Leon's expression softened hearing those words. Sure, he's heard them hundreds of times before now, but each one was special and meant everything to him. After all the people he's lost in his life, you were the one thing that stayed constant, and he'd be damned if something ever happened to you.

"I love you, too."

"But if this is what happens when you are having a bad day, I'd love to see when you are having a good one."

A grin formed on your face. "Get rid of Trent Hawks, and we can do whatever you want."

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It was another day in the office, the sun was shining, and you were working on paperwork. The usual suspects came and went: mailmen, interns with the lunch order, and several others. The one person you did not see, however, was the one you were glad seemed to have disappeared.

In fact, it seemed he wasn't at the office at all.

Furrowing your brows together, you decided to take a break from staring at a computer all day and take a small walk around. Trent was nowhere to be seen in his usual haunts, trying and failing to pick up a date with the women around you.

You were only slightly ashamed to have your first thought be the possibility of him being hit by a bus on the way in, but you'd have heard that on the news by now. Deciding it was time to be brave, you walked down the aisle that led right past his desk.

When you got there, you saw that it was empty. Completely empty save for the computer and company equipment.

Did he quit?

Taking a quick look around, you couldn't find a thing to inform you where he went. You were so engrossed with looking that you didn't notice the body appear behind you until he cleared his throat.

Quickly, you rose to your feet and turned, expecting to see your boss, only to find Leon there with an amused expression on his face.

"Looking for something?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stared at him. "Trent?"

"Gone, resigned this morning. I guess the guy wasn't cut out for the job," he shrugged.

Even after all this time, and several potential global catastrophies, Leon Kennedy was a shit liar.

"You had something to do with it, didn't you?"

Again, Leon shrugged. "Maybe. All I told him was that if he didn't start respecting the female staff around here, he would soon be on a first-name basis with my fist. And that the pencil threat was very much still on the table."

"And so he resigned?"

Leon nodded. "And so he resigned. Quite quickly in fact, I think he was scared of me for some reason."

Stepping forward, you rolled your eyes, placing a hand on his chest. "Well, good riddance."

Taking your waist, Leon pulled you closer. "I hope you have some leave saved up, because you and I are taking a weekend off."

Meeting his gaze, you gave him a look of confusion. "For what?"

Leon grinned. "We're gonna need it for everything I have planned."

-

It’s late in the year for a frost. But clearly, mother nature didn't get the memo. 

Like it has been every day since you moved in, his side of the bed is cold and tightly made with military precision. Once, in a conversation with his friends, you overheard one of them call him a cyborg. But the changes in him are far more than just mechanical. 

His amazing work ethic has been twisted. 

He is overly disciplined in his routine. Never allowing himself comfort unless his refusal directly inconveniences you. It’s as if he doesn’t see himself worthy of joy. If you two didn't share a bed, you wonder if he would force himself to sleep on the cold tile. 

~

Once dressed, you find him in the living room, eyes dull as a soccer game from the other side of the world flashes across the television screen. His posture is perfect as he curls a massive dumbbell with his bicep. He doesn't seem to be focusing on the game at all. He’s lost in thought more often nowadays, the dark circles under his eyes never seem to disappear, no matter how much he sleeps. You have to call out to him several times to bring him back to you. 

Once he notices your presence, He shakes the cobwebs from his head and sets the weight on the ground. “Good morning,” he says with a strained smile. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you lie. He tends to toss and turn more often now, the nightmares he experienced in the wild-card round of the project are unwilling to let him rest. “What about you?”

“Fine,” he nods, as much of a liar as you are. The living room falls deathly silent once again as you linger in the space between you. Hoping that maybe today will be the day it gets a bit smaller. His eyes are still trained on you, a sliver of warmth still residing in those sorrowful pools of amber. 

“It’s cold out there,” you offer, pointing to the window. 

“Yeah.” he says like there is a weight on his tongue. “I uhhh scraped the ice off your windshield."

“You did?”

“Yeah. I saw it when I came back from my run.” he says. The faintest trace of pink in his complexion. “It took a second.”

“Thank you,” you beam. Your heart skips a beat at such a small and thoughtful gesture. “You’re my hero.”

If there was anything to say in that moment, clearly, this wasn't it. 

In the past, before all this craziness, he would bask in the warmth of the title. Cheeks flushing brilliantly as he smiles goofily at you. “Hell yeah, I’m your superhero.” he would say. Flexing his well-loved muscles just for show. 

But now.

He stiffens. Jerking his head away from you as his gaze turns to ice. “No.” he says with a furious, almost mechanical shake of his head. “Not a hero. I’m not a hero.”

It’s a mantra. Another side effect from the Blue Lock Project.

You weren’t sure what happened to him in there. Legally he can’t tell you. Blue Lock's army of Lawyers and NDA’s have welded his lips shut. What you do know is that your boyfriend came out of it with the sense of self hatred for the goodness inside of him.

Goodness that, despite it all, is still there. 

~

Later that night, you slide into bed next to him. 

The room is dark, but you can tell that he has his back to you. The slight of his bare torso is enough to fracture your heart. 

What breaks it though, is the corner of the pillow poking out from between his arms. He once told you that he doesn't trust himself to hold you the way he used to; that he doesn't deserve it. He thinks he doesn't deserve a lot of things. 

You are one of them.

He can give up his favorite meals, warm showers, and superflicks, but his ego won’t let him part from you. Because he loves you. You see it in his eyes, in his actions, in the way he lingers in your presence. It’s one of the reasons you keep trying to break through those walls of disciplined isolation that have been built around him. Sometimes though, when a wall is too thick, you have to find another way through. 

So, tonight, you climb. 

Peering over at him, you notice that he’s too still to be asleep. The valley between your bodies is wide, but bridging the gap is not impossible if you take the leap right now. Sliding across the sheets you cling to his back, holding him from behind. 

He stiffens in your hold, his massive frame unused to being the little spoon. His heart pounds against your lungs,

Once

Twice

“Babe, is everything okay?” he breathes, trying to twist himself to face you. But you don’t let go.

“Jus wanted to hold you,” you respond. “Is this okay?”

You feel him nod, tense shoulders loosening just a tad. “Yeah…that’s fine.”

“Thank you, for scraping my window this morning,” you say, lips so close they brush against his skin. “You’re my hero.”

He freezes once again. Teeth grinding against themselves as something in his brain forces those words out once again. “Not…A… Hero…”

Your head shakes fervently. “You are, Rensuke. You are still my hero. No matter what.”

He’s silent for a moment, as your words ring out through the still bedroom. His breathing becomes shaky as his strong shoulders tremble against you.

“Please,” he croaks, trying to twist around again. The muffled sound of the pillow in his arms thudding to the floor reaches your ears. “Let me see you.”

You do as he says, giving him enough space to flip around revealing his tear streaked face, his eyes are glassy but there is raw humanity breaking through to the surface. He clings to you, for the first time in what feels like a lifetime. His grip is much stronger than you anticipated, but it’s a welcome pressure.

You have breached the wall. And as he sobs into your skin, you know that it’s the first step on a long journey to healing the ballprint-shaped scar they left on his spirit. 

The smell of curry rice filled your room as Katsuki made his way over to you. His presence overwhelmed your tired body as he peered down at you.

“Ready to eat?” Katsuki asks as you shift in your bed.

“Not hungry.” You admit, groggily, keeping your gaze upon the dull wall. This view is better than the monster peering over you

“I didn’t ask if you were hungry, dumbass. I asked if you were ready to eat,” Katsuki sits on the end of the bed and pats the spot next to him, “you’re going to eat whether you like it or not.”

You let out a heavy sigh. You could put up a fight, but what is the use? He’ll just punish you even more. Maybe when you have more stamina then it is worth the effort. Right now, your best choice is to cooperate.

“Okay.”

The fact you submitted without a fight made him happy. Which for you, this is a good thing. Keeping Katsuki content should be high on your priority list. He is willing to let go of what happened earlier today and even reward your behavior if you continue to act accordingly.

You sat up in bed, examining the room. You were not sure how long you had been asleep, but the illumination of the moon coming through your window helped you draw to the conclusion it was night time. For those brief moments of sleep, you were no longer here with Katsuki. You were living a normal life and you were happy, but the feeling of sadness kicks in. A happy place is only a dream state that you will probably never meet again in this cruel physical world.

And to think heroes are supposed to be the good guys.

Your bare feet touch the chilled floor below. Katsuki noticed you wince in pain. You glared at the blonde.

“You have been trying to get the shackle off, huh?” Katsuki chuckled, his sadistic side peering its ugly head once more.

“Obviously.” You say sarcastically with the roll of your orbs. You let out a yelp once Katsuki’s grip on your chin forced you to meet his harsh gaze. You attempted to close your eyes, but Katsuki was not going to let that happen.

“Y/N, look at me. Now.” He demanded. When you did not oblige, he decided to open them for you with his fingers.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes. His face was inches away from yours which made you tremble. You attempted to pull away, but this made Katsuki’s grip even more firm.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ disrespect me again. I’ve been lenient since this shit is still new to you, but you’re really pushin’ your goddamn luck.” Katsuki spat.

“Leninent?” You scoffed. “You chained me up in a small room, took me away from my family and friends, and made my life hell way before kidnapping me. What part of your actions is lenient?”

Katsuki’s jaw tightened as his blonde brow raised. The intimidating stare down was enough to devour up any lack of spark you have left.

“Ungrateful bitch.” Katsuki hisses as he pushes you back down onto the bed with enough force that could make you go through it. Your air leaves your lungs as your back hits the mattress. The bed creaks from the harsh impact.

Your heart races as he stands up and takes the delicious smelling food with him. Turns out you are hungry after all and knowing the little you know about Katsuki,

Swallowing your pride, you scurry to your knees. “Wait,” he pauses when he hears your desperate plea, large hand on the doorknob, “I-I’m sorry, Dynamight-“

“My name,” his grip on the door handle tightens, the sparks on his palms forming as he speaks through gritted teeth, “is Katsuki.”

You swallowed hard. “Katsuki.” You corrected yourself even if it ruined the minor appetite.

Katsuki observed your features before letting go of the door handle. The room is heavy with tension and superiority radiating from the interaction. You feared you would vomit the food your body craves, but it’s a risk you have to take. Who knows when your next meal will be?

Katsuki made himself comfortable on the floor so he can begin feeding you. You furrowed your eyebrows. This was another method of Katsuki asserting his dominance. Could he feed you on the bed? Of course. But that would make you comfortable and he can’t have that.

Katsuki snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. “Quit with the dirty looks and sit your ass down before I change my mind.”

You did as you were told —in fear of missing a meal, mind you — and sat across from Katsuki. You seethed as the restraint on your ankle tightened. Katsuki snickered.

“As you probably have figured out by now, that shackle is what we use on villains who act like wild animals. It tightens every time you pull on it.”

“Can I,” you met his eyes with pleading ones,”uh, please get it off?”

“No.”

As much as Katsuki would like to help you - lies - you do have to learn a lesson. You are also beneath him. Who are you to ask him for favors? It’s your first day here and you are already asking for things. You need to learn your place in this relationship. Plus, he clearly doesn’t trust you yet. Why should he? You threw a tantrum when all he has been is nice to you. That is no way to act towards your caregiver, Y/N.

You decided not to question him, but you still had a childish look of upset on your face. Katsuki brought the spoon of rice and curry up to your lips. To Katsuki’s pleasure, you ate it without much complaint. There are many negative things about Katsuki, but one positive thing you can appreciate is that this man can cook. Missing a meal from him would be tragic for your stomach.

He fed you in silence, observing you. Just to be difficult in your own way, you made sure to take as long as you wanted to eat. Katsuki noticed, but this just meant more time he gets to spend with you so he didn’t comment on it which was quite surprising to you. Katsuki always has something to say.

Once you finished your food, he reached over with a napkin to wipe your face. You cringed, which only resulted in Katsuki thinking it was adorable and he softly chuckled.

“I’ll be back.” Katsuki informs you before standing up with the dirty dishes and exiting your room.

When you were finally alone, you rolled your eyes. You started to feel funny and you were not sure why. Your ankle started not to hurt as much, your limbs felt weak, and your head became droopy.

That bastard drugged you.

Katsuki washed off the dishes in the sink before heading back into your room. As expected, you are passed out on the wooden floor.

So peaceful.

Taking a key out of his jogger's pocket, he unlocked the shackle and examined your ankle. You knew he was moving your ankle but you could not feel it nor would any words produce for you to comment on it.

Katsuki whistled at the sight of your bruised and swollen ankle. “You really fucked up your ankle, babe.”

All you could do was mumble incoherent words. Katsuki chuckled at your weak state. He begins picking you up, wrapping your limp limbs around him to make you secure. You mentally cursed his strength. Katsuki was very muscular and took pride in taking care of his body. He is a hero, after all. He has to beat up villains, survive brutal falls, and save numerous lives. He does not only strive to be the best, he becomes the best.

The natural warmth of his body felt great amongst your skin. The light scent of caramel lingered on him and it made you miss the little things you took for granted before life turned into this. What you wouldn’t give to be writing an essay last minute, or going out with your friends to one of your favorite coffee shops, or to just sleep in your own bed. The thought made tears brim in your eyes.

Katsuki looked down at you with an arched brow, his grip tightening upon your limp body. “Whatcha cryin’ for?”

Once again, you tried to speak only for it to sound inaudible. Katsuki shakes his head. “Always cryin’ over somethin’.”

He carries you to the bathroom down the hall. It seemed a bit small. Surely to goodness, he has a bigger one. Hell, you have not even seen his bedroom yet. Does he even sleep? Is this monster even human?

The smell of lavender filled your senses along with the sound of running water. Katsuki set you on the counter and began taking off the clothing you were wearing. With little strength you had, you nudged him to make him stop.

“I’m undressing you for your bath, dumbass.” He grumbles.

“I can bathe myself.” You argued, but it did not translate into actual words, but Katsuki knew your argument already. You both knew due to the drugs that you would not be able to bathe yourself, but you sure as hell was not going to let Katsuki do it.

The hero glared at you with a look you know all too well by now.

“When you know how to behave then we can discuss your bathing regime. Until then, I’ll do it.” He huffed

Your breasts were exposed to Katsuki’s viewing. As much as he wanted to keep his eyes on them, out of respect for you, he hurried to finish the task.

He picks you back up and gently immerses you into the porcelain white tub. The warm water mixed with lavender bubbles consumed your cold flesh to put you in an even more relaxed state. At any moment, you were going to fall asleep due to the drugs in your system.

Just like Katsuki planned.

He began bathing your snoozing body. He propped your head up so you were above the water as he cleaned your delicate skin. When he knew you were for sure unconscious, he began talking to you.

“I hope you are liking your new home so far,” he starts as he lifts your right arm to cleanse it. “It’s, uh, weird having you here. I didn’t know this day would come so soon.”

Katsuki tensed when you stirred some in your slumber. He did not mean to, but he was holding his breath, waiting for you to lash out. Nothing came of it, though. You were anywhere but here and that is exactly where Katsuki wanted you to be. To be quite honest, the only time he was ever near you was when you were resting. He has never been so close to you while you were aware of it. It saddens him, but he also is getting used to you, too. There is only so much you can learn about someone through stalking.

Katsuki continued bathing you. He was sure to not miss a single ounce of skin. When he deemed it safe, he spoke again.

“I hope one day you will realize how much I truly do love you,” he swallowed, “and then, maybe, you will reciprocate the same emotion.”

Katsuki was frustrated. Not necessarily at you, but with himself. He never meant to fall in love with you. Hell, he didn’t even know he could possess such an extreme emotion. Katsuki was no stranger to having multiple women come in-and-out of his life. They were all flings or for publicity which was fine with Katsuki. They only wanted him because of his job title and he only wanted them for sex. It was a win-win for both parties. He never felt a thing for them, but you were a different story. The moment he saw you, God, you were perfect. Every aspect of you. The way you laughed, smiled, walked. Pure perfection. He could not get out of his head no matter how hard he tried. The term love at first sight was true in Katsuki’s case and now he is bathing you in your shared home. His hard work paid off.

Katsuki finished bathing you. He wrapped you up in a towel and carried you to his bedroom. Setting you — gently — down on the black comforter, he gathers some clothing that was not his. Katsuki was nice enough to buy you outfits that he would love to see you in, but he could not help himself the first night he brought you home. He just wanted to see you in at least one outfit of his. He wanted to mark his territory.

Unwrapping the towel to reveal your damp body, Katsuki did his best to dress you quickly. If he stared for too long then he would do shameful things that he did not want to do to you just yet. He wanted you to be present when he showed you his affectionate side.

Quickly dressing you in some sexy panties and cream silk pajama shorts with a matching button up shirt.

You did not feel a thing the entire time.

••••••••••••••••••••••••

Morning came way too soon for Katsuki and Y/N. Your eyes slowly opened to view a room you have not been in before. You were not even sure how you arrived at this location, but a heavy breathing down your neck brought you up to speed.

Katsuki’s arm rested on your waist, his hand finding homage on your breasts. You were quick to push his hand off of you which made Katsuki stir. His red orbs awoke to find you fidgeting.

“Good morning.” He greeted, groggily.

“Let go of me!” You whine in disgust. Just the thought of him being this close to you made you want to gag.

Katsuki let out a yawn, still keeping his left arm snaked around you.

“No.” He sternly rejects.

“Please?” You begged. Katsuki’s grip became tighter as he stared daggers into the back of your head.

“I said no. Now shut it.” He growled into your ear.

You did as you were told. If you were going to find a way to attack him, you had to get him with his guard down. Acting up now is not the way to do it. Especially with Katsuki laying right beside you.

You laid in silence. The only thing that could be heard was Katsuki’s soft snoring and any incoherent grumbles he made due to his dreams. Any attempt to inch away from him only resulted in Katsuki awakening to fuss at you for disturbing him. He has to work in a couple hours. Be generous, Y/N.

You reflected on yesterday’s events. Your ankle was still sore and swollen, but it was wrapped up in gauze tape thanks to him. Also, your captor was pleasant enough to buy you a pajama set. You should really work on your manners, Y/N.

Katsuki’s alarm on his IPhone went off on the headboard beside him. He groaned in annoyance, releasing you for the first time since last night to turn off the alarm. You definitely took the opportunity to try and gain space between the both of you. It was short lived as his arm found its way back around you, pulling you closer than before.

“Going somewhere?” Katsuki chuckled, too tired to think too much of you pulling away. He’ll always be there to pull you back to him, Y/N. You know this.

Rolling your eyes, you keep silent. The last thing you need is to get yourself in trouble. Katsuki rubbed his thumb on the silk, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence.

Silence.

“Y/N,” Katsuki called, sleep faded from his voice.

“Yes?”

“Tell me good morning.”

You dramatically exhaled and followed your master’s orders. “Good morning.” Sarcasm was clear in your tone, but Katsuki did his best to ignore it. You are still learning the rules around here.

“Good morning, what?”

You waited longer to say his name than he preferred, but Katsuki remained patient. He’s really trying, Y/N.

“Katsuki.”

Katsuki patted your head.

“Good girl.”

Both of you sat up. Katsuki was the first to leave the bed to walk to the master bathroom. You stayed put while he used the restroom. Your bruised ankle was a huge reminder to act right. Who knows what else Katsuki is capable of?

Katsuki was pleased to return to see you did not move without command. Gesturing with his hand, he pointed to the bathroom.

“Go ‘head and use the bathroom while I pick out your outfit.” Katsuki commanded while walking towards the closet. You climb out of bed, groaning once you apply your weight on your sore ankle. Regardless of the pain, you hurried to the restroom when Katsuki stopped you.

“Hey,” you pause in the doorway to look at him, “this is a privilege. Don’t fuck it up.”

You prevented yourself from rolling your eyes. You replaced it with a nod and a sweet “Yes, Katsuki.” You had to force yourself to say those words, but nonetheless, it made him happy.

Walking into the bathroom, you close the door behind you and do your business. This bathroom was much larger than the other one. Two sinks with a marble countertop, a huge mirror, and a porcelain bathtub with water jets on the inside. Even the toilet was fancy in its own way. The bathroom was annoyingly white and marble, but you didn’t expect any less.

You finish using the restroom and wash your hands at the sink closest to the toilet. You notice that Katsuki has shaving cream and a razor resting on the countertop. A light bulb went off in your head. It isn’t the best of plans, but you need to get out of here one way or another, right? You were going to attack him then run. You need to ignore the pain in your ankle right now for this to work, but if you go as fast as you can then there is a slight chance of escape.

You have to fight.

Grabbing the razor, you take a deep breath and open the door to charge into the bedroom parallel to the bathroom. You attempt to run towards Katsuki, but he grabs a hold of your wrist in a death grip. Using his free hand to grab his razor, your knees start buckling. You let out small whimpers in pain. He glared down at you with an unamused look.

Katsuki tsk while shaking his head. “A razor. You are going to have to try better than that.” He lets go of your wrist so you fall to the floor with a thud. You quickly observe your wrist to be sure it was not broken. Lucky for you, it isn’t.

“Stay there.” Katsuki orders down at you while he goes to return the shaving razor where it belongs. You dared to sit up and crawl towards the exit only to be dragged back into the room by your sore ankle.

“Fuck that hurts!” You curse at Katsuki. He did not care that his lethal grip on your already wounded ankle was making it worse. Was his hands hot from his quirk or was he naturally hot handed?

Releasing you, he retrieves an item from his large closet. Pulling out a box from the top shelf, he retrieves a pink collar with tags attached to it. You tried to back away from him, but Katsuki stomped his foot on your bruised ankle.

A scream of agony escapes your mouth as you try to break free from Katsuki’s pressure. At this point, you are convinced it’s broken. No way it couldn’t be.

“We haven’t even officially started the day and you’re already being a real pain in my ass,” he sighs as he bends down to match your height. Letting your ankle free from his weight, he begins putting the collar on you. You look up at him with glossed eyes as he finishes buckling it around you. He puts his middle and index finger in between your neck and the collar to make sure it’s tight enough.

“You’re like a damn mut. I have to watch you to make sure you don’t do no dumb shit.” Katsuki complains. He gently taps your face with a calloused hand before standing up. “Get dressed so we can go downstairs and eat.”

“Yes, Katsuki.” You sniffle in defeat.

©bakugosbratx

What you weren’t used to, was the man standing only a few feet away from you with his gaze zeroed in on your back. Trying your hardest, you pushed the thoughts of him to the back of your mind; there were more important things to do, like finding a way to get away with murder.

Looking down, you saw the blood on your shirt and let out a sigh. That was another cute shirt ruined. Once your hands were clean, you reached to lift the bottom of your shirt before you felt a pair of hands take your waist.

Jumping in surprise, you turned to see Geto invading your space. His hair was down already, framing his face perfectly and his shirt halfway unbuttoned. 

“G–Geto, I need to–” 

“No need for the formalities sweetheart,” he grinned. 

“Suguru–” his name barely left your lips before he pulled you closer. Watching his name fall from your lips as they sounded each syllable had him ready to make you scream it for hours on end.

You watched as his massive frame caged you in against the wall, dark eyes tracing every movement you made. Before you could even think, you felt a pair of lips on your neck, pulling soft sounds from you. "You have any fucking idea how much I crave you?" His voice rumbled against your throat, making your knees weak.

Supporting your weight with his thigh between your legs, you couldn’t resist the urge to grind your hips against it as he made quick work of ridding you of your shirt. Tossing it behind him, Suguru grinned against the skin of your throat before pulling you along to the musty old bed, the mattress creaking as he almost threw you on it in desperation. 

Barely able to catch your breath, Suguru was on top pinning you down to the mattress as he claimed your lips with his, a low groan rumbling in his chest that had you shivering in place. 

Holding your hands beside your head, Suguru slotted himself between your legs with his hips rutting against yours at a slow rhythmic pace that had you moving in his hold trying to get more. 

Breaking the kiss, Suguru looked down at you and your flustered expression. Lips swollen and kiss-bitten, eyes glossy and the cutest pout he’s seen. With a wink, Suguru took off your pants before moving lower. 

“This pussy so good,” he hummed as he teasingly slid your panties down your thighs. “Can’t wait to eat every last bit of cum I can,” 

Suguru’s filthy words made you squeak in response. No matter how many times he said something like this, you weren’t used to it feeling your face heat up each time. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Suguru throwing your thighs over his shoulders as he got right down to business and licked several long stripes through your folds effectively taking your breath away. 

Hands flying to his hair, you couldn’t help but pull him closer. Arching into his touch, you couldn’t fight the pleas begging him to keep going. 

“S–Sugu–!” You felt him moan, the sound rumbling against your aching core as he peaked up at you with a dangerous look in his eyes. If you didn’t know better, you’d say Suguru did this for your pleasure. 

But you did know better; Suguru ate pussy for his pleasure, not yours. There was nothing more he wanted than to have his face buried between your thighs at all times; in bed, in the car, hell even at the table. 

Suguru loved the taste of you on his tongue, especially after he’d spent hours fucking you sensless so your cum was streaked with his. The way your thighs would tense around his head, keeping him in place as you pulled his hair drove him further. 

There was nothing he loved more than having you unravel beneath him, reduced to nothing but a whimpering cum-covered mess. And that was exactly what he was going to do. 

Your moans turned into cries, as he brought you closer to your climax almost begging him to let you cum. The way his hands gripped your thighs were sure to leave prints, as he devoured your sweet cunt. 

Barely able to make out the mumbled words over your moans, you heard him say “Mine, all mine.” over and over as his tongue worked you into a state of pure bliss, cumming all over his face. 

The lewd sounds of him slurping up your juices, with the occasional creak of the bed filled the room before he sat up and brushed his hair back with one hand while the other spread your lips to give him a view of his good work. 

“Look at my baby, all worked up with that look on her face.” he hummed, “You’d think I just spent hours fucking you repeatedly.” 

You watched as he removed his fingers from your pussy, and started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way with your desire leaving stains on the fabric. Suguru knew how to rile you up, and with the way he was looking at you while he undressed had you squirming. 

“Sugu–” you whined, eyes darting down to the v-shaped muscle of his hips where his pants were unbuttoned and his bulge pressing though. 

“Need you, need you in me–” 

There was a deep rumbling sound you knew to be his laughter, clearly amused at the sight of you eyeing him over begging to be filled with his cock. 

Shoving his pants down to his knees, you could see the outline of his cock through his boxers with a wet patch forming. The sight made your mouth water, you needed his cock and you didn’t care where he shoved it. All you knew was that you needed it in you, and you needed it now. 

Using his thighs to keep yours apart, Suguru leaned over you with his hair falling over his face. Having him this close, you could see streaks of your cum coating his mouth and chin, along with a streak of blood over his forehead. You knew he was a messy eater, but this was a different level of messy. 

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he hummed, pressing his hips against yours making you gasp softly at the contact. 

Opening your mouth to speak, you didn’t get a word out before Suguru pressed his thumb to your tongue with a malicious grin on his face. “Of course you do, why else would you beg for me to fuck you?” 

Moving closer, he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck keeping your mouth open continuing to move his hips against yours. Suguru thrived off the pitiful moans you made, wriggling under his body as he pressed you deeper into the mattress. 

“Look at the way you’re drooling all over my thumb,” slapping your ass with his free hand before moving it up your body to your throat. Pressing your tongue harder, Suguru watched your eyes go wide as he tightened his grip around your throat cutting off your airflow just enough to make your mind go fuzzy. 

“So pretty like this, and all mine.” Removing his thumb from your mouth, Suguru pressed his lips to yours. 

His kiss was intoxicating, pulling every ounce of breath from your lungs as his hips continued to roll against yours, teasing you with the length of his clothed cock. Suguru was dangerous, you knew he was the second you met him. But it wasn’t the murder or the crimes he committed that made him dangerous; it was the way he had you drunk on nothing but his kiss making you pliable in any way he wanted.

The way he kissed you was messy. Messy, nasty and so fucking addicting with how his teeth clashed against yours, spitting in your mouth as he sucked on your tongue claiming you as his in every way he knew how. 

Suguru Geto was toxic, dangerous and it only made you want him more. 

With your fingers tangled in his hair, Suguru only grinned as he slowly removed his boxers, sighing in relief as his cock sprang free bouncing off your hips. 

“Feel what you do to me, huh sweetheart?” he groaned. “Feel how hard you make me with your sweet cunt and pretty little mouth?” 

Whines were the only thing to leave your lips, feeling the swollen tip of his cock stroke through your folds as he teased you mercilessly with the very thought of having inside you, splitting you in half with the sheer size of it. 

“Sugu–Sugu, please–” you nibbled on his lips, tugging on his hair with your thighs pushed up to give him better access. “–hurts how much I need you–” 

A high pitched squeal was pulled from you as Suguru pulled his hips back just enough to rub the head of his cock against your opening, coating it in your sweet nectar. The smell of sex was in the air, as you gasped for breath feeling him bully his fat cock in you slowly thrusting until he was buried to the hilt.

His moans mixed with yours, his breath fanning over your face as he continued his pace keeping his grip on your throat accompanied with the sound of the bed creaking and thudding into the wall with each thrust of his hips. 

“I wanna hear–fuck–wanna hear you say it.” he grunted. “Say you’re mine,” 

“Yours–all yours–” 

Granting you with another kiss, Suguru grinned as he picked up the pace moaning against your lips feeling your nails dig into his back. “That’s my girl, let me hear how good my cock feels stretching that tight little pussy of yours.” 

Your moans picked up, matching the pace of his hips as you clawed down his back crying his name; begging him to keep going. Nothing in your life had ever felt this good, not even when you were drunk trying to forget the horrors you’ve committed. Suguru knew how to make you forget, almost like he was trying to forget himself. 

Hearing his breaths speed up, you knew he was close and from the way you were clinging to him Suguru knew you were too. 

“Come on baby, cum on my cock and let me fill you; stuff you full with mine.” He panted, “Let me mark you as mine, all fucking mine.” 

Nodding your head, you arched into his chest drawing blood from his back as he brought you closer to your climax. 

“You’re mine,” he growled. “If anyone even thinks about touching you, I’ll rip them apart.” 

Listening to his words made you desperate, you’d be lying if you said Suguru’s possessiveness wasn’t hot, or the way he had to be the only one allowed to touch you made you feel things you never have before. 

“Sugu–fuck!” you felt your body shake from the force of your orgasm, panting heavily as he thrusted his hips a few more times before filling you with his hot seed, moaning against the skin of your throat. 

“So fucking good for me baby,” he hummed. “Pussy so fucking good, lips so good–fuck it’s like you were made to take my cock.” 

Your hands were in his hair now, threading it through your fingers as the two of you laid there letting the atmosphere settle around you. Suguru wasn’t a man to say what he was feeling, but the way he pressed soft kisses to the base of your throat as he held you close told you all you needed to know. 

He cared, in his own fucked up way, Suguru cared and that’s what mattered. 

“How about we shower?” you hummed, looking down at him. 

Glancing up at you with those beautifully haunting eyes of his, you could see the smile behind them. “Sounds like a plan sweetheart,”

What the sorcerer didn’t expect when he came upon a simple girl—one who was radiating high levels of cursed energy—was the king of curses himself to come to your aid. He couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Sukuna, the king of curses, was holding you—comforting you—as if he was the one who did wrong.

Did you not know whose arms you were in?

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Sukuna cupped your face with two of his hands, making you look up to meet his eyes. He tried to keep his demeanor soft, to hide just how enraged he was. You were shaken enough; his rage on top of it wasn’t needed.

Keeping an arm wrapped protectively around you, Sukuna pulled you into his hulking form, slowly turning his gaze on the sorcerer, his look anything but soft.

“As for you, dog. Who gave you the fucking right to so much as look at her?”

His voice wasn’t angry; it wasn’t even raised. It was calm, unusually calm that sent shivers down the sorcerer's spine with every bone in his body telling him to run. If he did, then maybe—just maybe—he’d have a chance of getting away.

Sukuna didn’t so much as blink before the sorcerer in front of him was sliced into ribbons, falling into a bloody lump on the floor.

Daring to spare a look in that direction, you saw his hand outstretched. You didn't have to see what was left of the sorcerer to know he took care of it.

“Don’t worry about that anymore.” Sukuna ran his hand over your hair, checking you over. “Let’s get you home, maybe in a nice warm bath? How does that sound?”

Nodding your head quickly, you held tight, listening to his laughter as he whisked you away to his shrine. His hands never left your body, leading you to the massive stone bath already filled with water and scented bubbles.

Taking a deep breath, you were greeted with the sweet smell of jasmine and lavender filling the room. Closing your eyes, you leaned into Sukuna’s touch as he slowly removed the clothes from your body, and his before carefully climbing into the bath with you.

Pulling you into his lap, your back resting against his chest, you felt your muscles slowly relax, letting the warmth of the water seep into your tired and achy bones.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” Sukuna hummed from behind you, placing a kiss on your cheek. His massive form caged you in as his hands roamed your body carefully, massaging the various knots out of your muscles.

“Did I ever tell you that your hands are heavenly?”

You felt his laughter rumble against your back at your words. “Heavenly is not the word I’d describe myself with.”

“Well, it’s the word I used.”

Leaning down to press another kiss to your cheek, Sukuna couldn’t fight the laughter. “Alright, at least let me take care of you.”

Grabbing the oils, Sukuna rubbed them between his hands before placing them on your shoulders, getting to work of massaging out the knots. Slowly, his hands made their way down your back and spine, making you arch your back into his touch with a low groan.

“Sore spot?”

You shook your head. “Tense spot.”

“I can tell, let me take care of it, my love.”

In all your years as a jujutsu sorcerer, you never in your wildest dreams thought the infamous King of Curses would be the doting type. Growing up, you heard the tales of the man, the king of curses, and how cruel he was to his victims.

Yet here he was, sitting in a bath as he gave you the best back massage you’ve ever had in your life. His hands worked at the tense muscle meticulously, working every inch into relaxation. Sukuna would occasionally press a kiss to your skin, whether it be your back, shoulder, or neck with the affirmation that you were indeed his.

There was nowhere else you wanted to be, other than sitting in Sukuna’s lap, soaking up the soft moments like this. After a while, his hands slowed before resting on your waist, keeping you close to his chest.

“You should probably get out soon, don’t want you to turn into a prune,” he hummed, running his thumbs over the dip of your hips.

Closing your eyes, you turned and wrapped your arms around his waist the best you could, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Don’t wanna, it’s nice and warm.”

Raising a brow, Sukuna poked you between the eyebrows, making your furrow them up and glare at him. “Come on, brat,” he hummed, failing to hide his amusement at the look on your face. “There is plenty to do, not in the bath.”

Wrapping his arms around you, Sukuna rose to his feet as he lifted you out of the water and carried you to where the towels were waiting. Setting you on the floor, he took one in his hands before he began to dry you off.

The way his hands roamed your body made you sigh in relief, the pressure adding the right amount of relief to your aching body. It wasn't long until you were dressed and wrapped in the blankets on his massive bed. His bed was big enough to fit several men, but with the curse lingering over your shoulder, there was only space for the two of you.

Sukuna pulled you into him, using one of his free hands to brush the stray hairs out of your face. "Sleep, there will be plenty to do in the morning."

Unable to fight it, you just simply nodded and closed your eyes. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, keeping you secured tightly to him as if he was afraid you'd disappear when he wasn't lookng.

The last thing you heard before sleep overtook you, was the soft breathing of Sukuna as he fell asleep with you.

His skin was coated with your juices, having cum twice already with the pathetic pleas he adored so much. One of his arms was wrapped around your back, his palm resting on the plush skin of your ass guiding your movements at a leisurely pace. 

“You’ve been so good for me princess,” he chuckled, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Showing everyone in here just how well behaved you are for daddy.” 

For a moment, you forgot that you two weren’t alone. Below the podium Sukuna’s throne stood on, were several of his subjects watching as you pleased yourself on his thigh. If they were bothered by your lewd display, none of them were stupid enough to say something for they risked their own demise. 

Pressing his lips to your skin, a loud moan tore through you as he licked up the shell of your ear.

A pleased grin formed on his face as he did it again, sucking on the lobe of your ear. Your fingers wound themselves into the hairs on the back of his neck, gripping tightly to try and keep yourself grounded. 

Your hips moved at a faster pace, chasing your high for the third time that afternoon. Your moans were pathetic as you begged Sukuna to help you cum. 

“Daddy–Daddy please,” you panted. “Wanna cum–” 

“Aw princess, is your pussy so needy for my cock that cumming twice wasn’t enough for you?” 

You nodded your head, kissing his throat to try and coax him into giving you more. The chorded muscle of his thigh felt too good for you to stop, trying to move your hips faster. 

Keeping his grip on your ass, Sukuna grinned as a mouth formed on the palm of his hand playfully biting at the skin. 

A soft yelp left you, feeling his teeth against your skin before soothing the spot with his tongue. 

“Please!” you pleaded, your voice echoing around the darkened room. 

You could feel his cock press against your knee, coating it with his arousal. A hiss left his lips as you pressed against his cock every so slightly, a mouth on your ass biting harsh enough to leave a mark before going back to suckign on the supple skin. 

“Behave,” he chuckled, before looking back at the people below him resuming his duties. 

The words blurred as he spoke, the pleasure making everything else seem irrelevant. The hand on your ass pulled you down onto his thigh as he flexed the muscle, the action being just enough to send you over the edge. 

A loud cry left you, broken sobs muffled by his shoulder. Your thighs ached, your cunt soaked and throbbing from all the overstimulation as you glided across his skin. 

“‘Kuna–’Kuna please,” your voice broke into a moan, feeling him press his thigh further into you. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, with the tack skin of your chest sticking to him. 

“Look at the mess you're making Princess,” he hummed. “I bet your pretty little pussy is absolutely soaked, coated in your delicious cum.” 

Licking his lips as he looked over you, Sukuna savoring the taste of your sweat on his tongue. But now he craved more, wanting to taste all you had to offer him. It was getting harder and hard to ignore the soft pout of your kiss-bitten lips, the little ‘oh’ they formed when he hit the right spot. 

Leaning into the lick up your throat, Sukuna looked out of the corner of his eye to see his subjects still there, obviously aroused and uncomfortable by your display. Deciding he didn’t want to share the sight of you completely fucked out, he waved his free hand. 

“Get the fuck out, before I fucking kill you all.” 

You could hear the rustle of everyone present getting to their feet and practically diving out the door to the throne room, shutting it tight behind them. 

Now that you were alone, Sukuna’s attention was on you and you only. The mouth on the hand placed over your ass continued to playfully bite at the skin, as he maneuvered his other hand to grope your breast with another mouth forming to suck on your perked nipple. 

His lips were attached to the skin of your throat, marking it up to his pleasure. Your moans filled his ears, with the smell of your arousal flooding his senses. He had to have a taste of you in any way he could. 

“I’m going to make you feel so good princess,” he muttered, “Gonna make you beg for daddy’s cock by the time I’m through with you.” 

Before you could process his words, you felt a mouth open underneath you and a long tongue swipe through your folds. Your body jolted at the feeling, your screams making Sukuna grin against your throat. 

“So fucking good,” he grunted, his mouth salivating for more. “Such a good fucking girl for me,” 

The mouth on his thigh continued to devour you, tonguing your pussy with such ferocity you were seeing stars. Arching into his touch, you couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure surrounding your body from his mouth. 

“Fuck!” Bucking your hips, you ground your hips deeper into his thigh, aching to feel the pressure of his teeth against your clit. 

Your face was flushed, hair sticking to your face from sweat. 

“Close! ‘M close!” Writhing on his thigh, Sukuna kept you in place as he continued to devour your body with his mouth. It was intoxicating with the feeling of your tit, pussy and the supple skin of your ass in his mouth at the same time. 

“You taste so fucking good, Princess.” he groaned, watching you lose yourself on his lap. “Cum for Daddy, cum so he can clean your filthy cunt just to destroy it again.” 

The movements of his tongue on your cunt had you crying his name, tipping your head back as you reached your high, coating his tongue and thigh with your slick. The aftershock of your orgasm had you shaking on his lap while he stroked your back slowly. 

“Such a good girl,” he hummed. Sliding a hand down, his long fingers swiped through your folds making you whimper. “But look at all this wasted cum.” 

Sparing him a look, you saw his fingers coated in your slick as he rubbed them together before sucking them clean. “Better not let any more go to waste.”

Before you could say anything, Sukuna lifted you up and sat you on his cock. A loud moan left his lips as you squealed his name, toes curling at the sudden intrusion. Your body was so exhausted, that you leaned against him slowly moving your hips against his. 

“If you think I’m done with you, you better think again, brat,” he growled, his nails digging into the skin of your hips. “I’m going to use this pussy and stuff it full with my cum.” 

“Y–Yes daddy,” you gasped, looking up into his eyes. 

“That’s my princess,” he cupped your cheek before moving to grip the back of your hair and pulled, arching your neck for him. His teeth grazed your pulse point, making you whine in his ear. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he asked. 

“Y–yours,” the word falling into a whisper. 

Pursing his lips, Sukuna pinched your clit making you jolt in his hold. “I said, who’s pussy is this?” The bite in his tone made you shiver as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit now, his cock throbbing deep within you. 

“Yours!” 

A smile formed on his lips, as he pulled you close again. “That’s right princess, and what is daddy going to do with his pussy?” 

“St–Stu– Fuck!” the words failed to come out as you felt the mouth on his abs open up and lick at your navel and clit. 

You could feel his chuckle rumble through his chest as it made your hair stand on edge. “Fuck is right, princess. I’m going to fuck it until you forget your own name.” 

Tightening the grip he had on your hair, Sukuna pulled you in for a kiss as you continued to move on his cock. With each whine and moan you made, Sukuna’s grip on your hair tightened as his tongue explored your mouth claiming every bit of you he could. 

“Fuck–” he grunted, his breath hot against your lips. Dragging his teeth over your bottom lip, Sukuna bucked his hips making you squeal. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock”

“Cu–Ah! ‘Kuna, please!” you pleaded, thighs burning and stomach twisted into knots. 

Pulling your head back, Sukuna looked at the fucked out expression on your face. “What was that princess?” he teased, taking control of the pace you moved. With his free arm wrapped around your waist, he moved your hips faster as his cock abused your swollen pussy. 

“Cum–” you gasped, “Wanna cum–” 

“My baby wants to cum, does she? Fuck, your pussy is so greedy that just sitting on my cock isn’t enough for you?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” 

A groan left his lips at the sight of your face when his cock brushed your g spot. Your body was shaking from the pleasure, it being too much for you to handle. 

“Go ahead princess, cum on Daddy’s cock so I can fuck it back into you.” 

At his words, it was like something within you snapped. Your vision flashed white, as you screamed his name clinging to him like you would wall through the floor if you didn’t. The pathetic noises that followed made him grin, as he kept you fully on his cock.

Sukuna looked you over, a dangerous look in his eyes. “My dumb little baby,” he cooed. “Daddy is gonna fuck you dumb, you’d like that yeah?” 

Fluttering your eyes open, you saw his staring at you with a smirk on his face. “Daddy is gonna fuck your brains out, leaving you as his dumb little princess. How does that sound?” 

Unable to form words, you nodded your chest heaving as you felt his hands wrap around your waist. 

“Good, cause Daddy never finished and you aren’t leaving his cock until he does.” 

Rising to his feet, Sukuna kept you on his cock as he propped you on the arm of his throne. Your leg was spread across the seat to the other arm of the throne with your other leg propped on his shoulder. 

Sukuna positioned himself between your legs, bracing himself with the floor and the cushion of his throne as he plowed into you. Your hands flew to his hair, cries of his name leaving your lips. 

Burying his face in your shoulder, Sukuna listened to your screams as he fucked your spent cunt. The idea of having you on his throne like this was driving him nuts, he wasn’t sure if he could handle the sight of you naked on this throne, waiting on him. 

If he could, Sukuna would just burn all your clothes so he would be graced with your natural beauty. But of course, you would kick his ass, as fruitless that would be. 

“Fuck, I love your body princess.” he grunted, “I love the way your pussy takes my thick cock.” 

The words made your head spin, listening to his praise as he continued to piston his hips into yours. 

“I love the smell of your cum, and the taste of you lingering on my tongue.” His pace got harsher, hips stuttering as he became overwhelmed by his own pleasure. 

“I love you, and I am going to make sure no one will ever fucking lay a hand on you,” he growled, chasing his high. “You’re mine and I’ll rip apart anyone who dares try to take you away from me.” 

Arching against the throne, you leaned into his touch nothing but jumbled letters leaving your lips as Sukuna thrusted his hips a final time before filling your pussy with his hot seed. A guttural moan left his lips as he kept you pressed to him, slowly fucking his cum deeper into you. 

“Gonna stuff you so fucking full princess–” he moaned. “You better not waste a single drop, or we’ll have to start all over again.” 

“‘M so full…” your voice was hoarse, throat scratchy from screaming his name. “So full, and tired…” 

Tilting your chin to meet his gaze, Sukuna watched as you struggled to stay awake. 

“My good princess,” he hummed, pulling you into his arms. “Let’s get you some rest.” 

Not caring that he was exposed one bit, Sukuna carried you to bed where he laid you on the silken sheets. The second your skin made contact, your body melted into the soft fabric as you stretched across the mattress. 

Pulling the sheets over your form, Sukuna brushed your bangs back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep my dear, we have all eternity together.” 

Staring down at your still-throbbing fingers, the necklace seems to hum around your neck. You notice that the chain feels unnaturally warm against your skin. Not hot enough to burn, just enough to make you aware of it.

Mammon’s nervous chuckling fills the room as his eyes dart anxiously from side to side. “Silly human,” he says with an unconvincing poker face. “If ya wanted help gettin’ the necklace off, ya could’ve jus asked me.”

With all eyes on him, he approaches you, slowly raising his hands up to the clasp behind your neck. Before he makes contact with the silver mechanism, the necklace’s jewel emits a bright, baby-pink light and jerks out of his reach.

A startled cry leaves your lips as you are forced to follow the pendant's tug. Knocking over your mimosa glass on the table, you are sent sliding off your chair and onto the floor.

Everyone springs from their seats, not bothering to push in their chairs as they rush to you. Simeon gets to you first, crouching down to your eye level. “Mc, are you alright? You aren’t hurt anywhere are you?”

You shake your head, still too frazzled to speak. The glow of the necklace has disappeared now, but there is no doubt there is something within, something that does not wish to leave your being.

“What is this?” Diavolo asks, his eyes aglow with concern and outrage as they flicker to the necklace.

Barbatos subtly wipes the remnants of your drink from the table before it can drip onto you. “It appears that the necklace you have been given is cursed,” he says at last. “Definetly cursed” Solomon adds. Ten pairs of eyes snap to Mammon filled with rage. If you weren't so terrified, you’d feel bad for him.

“MAMMON,” Lucifer yells at the Avatar of Greed, who stands frozen, his face drained of color as he gapes at you. “WHAT DID YOU DO?”

He blinks, “I-i uh~.”

“Way to go Mammon,” Belphie glares, Dark horns emerging from his head as his tail swishes back and forth. “You just had to cheap out and get Mc another crap gift.”

“Seriously Mammon,” Satan asks, fist shaking as he struggles to remain composed. “Did you even think to check the necklace for curses before you bought it at some back alley pawn shop?”

From behind you hear Levi let out a low hiss. “Major L, idiot.”

“I-I jus wanted to surprise them,” Mammon stutters, looking as if he may cry. “Mc, I swear I didn't do it on purpose.”

Your heart hurts for him, “I know,” you sigh, as Simeon helps you from the polished floor. “It could’ve happened to anyone. Let’s just try and fix this.”

Lucifer’s sigh puts yours to shame as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Mc is right. Dwelling on his mistake isn't going to do us any good. Solomon,” he turns to the sorcerer, who has turned all his attention to your neck. Analyzing is so intimate, you feel a flustered heat creeping through your skin. “Are you able to discern what type of enchantment is within the necklace?”

The Sorcerer shakes his head as his eyes travel upwards to meet yours. “Not yet,” he says, giving your hand a protective little squeeze. Lowering his voice, he reassures you. “But I will get to the bottom of this.”

“As much as I hate to say it, if the necklace wanted to harm Mc, it would’ve by now.” Satan mutters. “I worry that any attempt to remove it could prove dangerous.”

“There is no way any of us will be touching it then,” Levi says. “Mc is too important.”

“But what if something happens?” Beel asks. “I don’t like this at all.”

Asmodeus, with his eye for beauty, takes in the gemstone curiously. “You know, this piece looks older. I remember hearing about a trend called Eternity Pieces. Couples would give each other jewelry with an enchantment that would make them stay on forever.”

“That’s kinda beautiful,” you muse, glancing down at the necklace.

“Until the couple breaks things off and they are stuck with a reminder of the person who broke their heart,” Belphie says with snarky pessimism.

But that really would suck.

“Does this mean that I have to wear this for the rest of my life?” you ask. As the others look around, unsure of what to answer.

It’s Beel who surprisingly breaks the silence. “Oh I did that when my team won the FangolBowl. We decided to enchant our championship rings.”

“When did you do that?” Lucifer asks, looking at the sixth-born's noticeably bare finger.

“A couple hundred years ago,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal.

Mammon cuts in, eager to be the one to solve the problem he created. “How did you get it t’ come off?”

“Enchanting jewelry is kinda like eating,” he explains, grabbing a mini quince from the table and popping it into his mouth. “When you first fill it up with magic, it feels full. But nothing can stay full forever. Believe me, I know.”

“I see,” Solomon holds his chin. “So the magic in the necklace will wane since it is consistently activated. What a relief.”

Beel frowns, “But there may be more to it than that. When I tried to remove my ring, it felt like glue. No matter how hard I pulled, it wouldn't budge.”

“And this one tries to protect itself,” you chuckle dryly. “Great.”

Gloved fingers brush against your arm as Barbatos nods. “We will need to investigate this thoroughly. While also keeping a close eye on you.”

Diavolo straightens up a bit, his smile strangely excited based on the circumstances. “Then perhaps we shall continue with the day as planned. Mc will still get to enjoy the dates we have planned while the others investigate.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Asmo brightens. “Of course you do, Hon. A date with me is too tempting to pass up.” He leans in, his breath tickling your ear as he lowers his voice just so you can hear it. “I can’t wait till you see what I have planned for us.”

“You’re right, I can’t wait,” you breathe, for a moment forgetting about the chain around your neck. “But it doesn't feel right that you guys have to do all the investigating while I take it easy all day.”

“You’ll be watching the necklace.” Solomon persuades. “You should keep track of what it does just in case we require more information.”

“It could be fun,” Satan adds. “We have a mystery to solve. I’ll head to the library and start reading up on enchantments. Maybe I can find a spell that can break it before our date.”

“That would be nice,” you hum. “Good thinking, Satan.”

As the demon basks in the warmth of your praise, you miss the wanting looks in the eyes of the others. Diavolo steps up first.

“This necklace doesn't seem to hold much power at all,” he observes, eyes aglow as he stares through the eye of the gemstone. “But the style is familiar to pieces in the Royal Treasury. Perhaps there is a connection.”

“May I join you?” Simeon asks. “There is nothing more I would like to do than help free Mc of this burden.”

“Of course,” he nods, “We should check the archives too.”

Lucifer clears his throat. “Well, since my date is all ready. I may as well take the opportunity to watch Mc first.”

“Then I’ll go next~,” Mammon nudges in. Only for the words to die in his throat after an eerily homicidal look from Barbatos.

“No Mammon, You will be showing me the shop that sold you this item. Asmodeus, would you join us? Your interrogation skills may be useful.”

The Avatar of Lust grins wickedly. “I love this kind of roleplay. We got the sexy, the scary, and…” he looks at Mammon. “That's stupid.” “And the Sorcerer,” Solomon says much to the irritation of the butler. “Who knows what kind of relics one could find at a back-alley pawn shop?”

“B-but what about my date?” The Avatar of Greed asks. “Mc’s gonna love it.”

Clearing his throat, Lucifer steps toward his younger brother. “Maybe so, but until Mc is free from that necklace. You do not deserve any alone time with them.”

“As much as I hate to say it, it’s only fair that Mammon reaps what he sows.” The angel sighs. “Mc could’ve been hurt due to their actions.”

Opening his mouth to protest, Mammon’s blue-gold eyes flick to you, but when he sees the pendant, he goes quiet. “Yer right.” he hangs his head, “I’ll bring ya to the shop. I’ll be waitin’ outside.”

He leaves, not meeting your eyes as he passes you. Seeing him this way, so dejected, breaks your heart.

“I c-could go next then,” Levi says, breaking the awkward silence. “I got the coolest date picked out. Honestly, now this kinda reminds me of this anime I pirated from the human world. ‘The LoveOfMyLifeIsBeingHeldHostageByAPossessedNecklaceAndIHaveToKeepThemFromBeingSentToTheirPrisonRealm~’

“I have no desire to watch that,” Belphie mutters with a yawn. “But I do want to help Mc. We should find your ring, Beel, and see if we can learn anything from it.”

“Good idea,” his twin says. “It’s probably in my sports locker at RAD.”

You look around, emotion swirling in your chest as you see your loved ones rush out the door, ready to alter the course of their day just for you. Although today is shaping up to be a bit more interesting than you thought, you can only hope that the curse on this necklace will be lifted quickly and everyone will be able to take it easy.

Looking down at the necklace, you notice how the baby pink gemstone looks almost transparent in the light. You touch it cautiously, feeling the unnatural warmth radiating from its stunning center.

“Mc, did you hear me?” Lucifer asks from behind you.

You shake your head, distracted by your own thoughts. “Oh, sorry. No. I guess I was just thinking.”

His smile is soft as his eyes meet yours, filled with understanding. “I know things aren't the way we wanted them to go, but believe me. We will stop at nothing to break this spell.”

“I just wish I could do something more to help,” you frown.

His lips press tenderly against your forehead. “You help plenty, My Dear. You always are the first to lend a hand when we need it. Let us help you this time.”

Deep down, you know he is right. The best thing you can do right now is enjoy the day and keep calm.

“Now come along, I can’t wait for you to see what I have planned for your first date of the day.” Relenting, you take his arm and he escorts you from the dining room, the weight around your neck growing lighter as you place your trust with your loved ones.

Lucifer -

Lucifer’s hand hasn't left yours since the dining room.

Although he isn't one to have his nerves betrayed by sweaty palms and tremors, the firm hold he has on you tells you all you need to know. He’s terrified of what this necklace could do to you.

He hums softly to the tune of one of his favorite records as he continues with this nonchalant mask of indifference. The same one he was wearing when Mammon dealt him a full house during the final hand of the after-dinner poker game. As you get closer to his office, you begin to wonder what he has in store for you today.

“So, does this super romantic date involve paperwork?” you ask teasingly. “Because I don’t mind it as long as I get to work the stapler.”

He smiles, the first real one since this whole mess began. “Impatient are we? You’ll find out soon.” With the silence broken, he pauses just short of his office door and turns to you. When those crimson eyes of his land on the necklace, he looks more than annoyed; he looks sick.

“Mc, I apologize for Mammon’s carelessness this morning. Although he meant well, you could’ve been hurt, or worse. I promise that he will be punished for this.”

Shaking your head, you remember just how heartbroken the secondborn looked when he stormed out of the dining room. “It was an accident,” you say firmly. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

“I suppose you are right,” he relents. “I just can’t help it, you are irreplaceable to me, and all I wish for is for you to have the most wonderful time today.”

“With you, I always do,” you hum, watching as red eyes flash purple with blue pride as his pleased smirk grows hungry.

“What am I going to do with you?” he rasps. Bending over to capture your lips as you are caged between his arms and the office door at your back.

He pulls away, far too soon for your liking. Making you aware of just how breathless you are at the moment. “As tempting as this is, we can’t get carried away now. You still have to see the surprise.”

Your lips quirk into a pout, “This wasn't the plan? I’m pretty cozy right here.”

“And they say I’m the demon,” he chuckles, reaching for the doorknob and gives it a little twist. A warm light spills out the door as you enter. Your eyes adjust and you realize that instead of  the office you are used to, you find yourself in an enchanted greenhouse filled to the brim with hundreds of strange fruit-like flowers.

Charmed sunlight streams through the glass walls, warming your face as you listen to the serene rippling of the water fountain in the corner of the room. Your jaw hits the floor as a large purple butterfly lands on the tip of your nose. “What is this?”

“Just something I’ve been working on,” he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you breathe in the florals. “The air is so fresh in here. I’ve never seen flowers like these before.”

“These,” he explains, plucking a blue flower with seeded petals from a vine inhaling deeply. “Are special varieties of flowers that have been bred with different fruits, the petals are closer to berries than anything else. This one is a cross between a blood strawberry and my favorite variety of blue rose. I heard they are quite delicious.”  He breaks off a plump petal and feeds it to you.

As your lips close around the petaled fruit, you bite, as the out of this world flavor dances across each and everyone of your taste buds. The petal is sweet with an almost mature finish that has you reaching for another one. “This is.. Wow. You have to try this.”

You tear another petal off the flower and feed it to him. His expression of wonder matches your own as he kisses a droplet of fruit juice from your index finger. “This is wonderful,” he croons. “These will work perfectly.”

“Perfect for what?” you ask curiously. Surely, this greenhouse filled with special plants is the surprise.

He turns to the back wall of the greenhouse, where there is a sort of assembled kitchenette with a vat of bubbling sugar over a burner. “For this. I thought we might try our hand at candying them like fruit. Since they come with stems, all we have to do is dip them in our sugar mixture. And then immediately dunk it in this bowl of ice water to harden.” “Sounds easy enough.”

“It’s fairly simple, but tastes wonderful,” he nods. Directing your attention to the low flame beneath the glass bowl. “Just be sure to keep this flame low so the bowl does not overheat.”

You nod as he demonstrates, dunking a peach-scented tulipy thing by its sturdy stem into the simmering pot of sugar. The smell is dizzying, and you have never wanted to munch on a flower so much in your life.

He sets candied flowers into a crystal vase and raises a brow. “Is this interesting to you?”

“Yes, let's do this,” you say, bounding around the room, collecting flowers of each variety for this elevated edible arrangement. You arrive back at the workstation with your arms full when Lucifer brushes behind you, setting his bounty of blue strawberry roses down on the wood. “I guess you have a favorite,” you tease. “Save some blue ones for me.”

“There are plenty,” he says, glancing back. “And we can come back here anytime you wish.”

Your heart feels full as you begin to candy the flowers, just as he did, “This has been a wonderful gift. I am so excited to try these.”

“Me too~” His gaze trails down to your neck, where your necklace begins to glow faintly.

“What the?” You furrow your brow as the glow gets stronger.

“Mc, get down!” The Avatar of Pride yells, suddenly pulling you to the ground, covering your frame with his just as the sugar bowl explodes. Glass and burnt liquid confection go everywhere, thanks to the quick protective barrier he put around the pair of you; you are thankfully unharmed.

“W-what just happened?” Your breath is shaky as he cleans the mess with a wave of his hand, dropping it all into a trash can.

“The magic with the necklace must’ve interfered with the burner; it wouldn't take much to increase the heat,,” he says with a frown. “This is concerning. I apologize for putting you into harm's way.”

You stand so fast you make yourself lightheaded. Steadying yourself on the countertop, you stare at him. “We had no way of knowing something like this would happen.” His eyes land on your vase of candied flowers, completely ruined from the explosion. “Still, I should have been more careful. This could’ve gone differently, you could’ve been hurt.” His tone is firm, final, but not accusatory. As always, he is putting the burden on himself.

What he should be doing is placing it on this damn necklace that is weighing you down. You can only hope that the rest of the day goes smoothly, for all your sakes. “Lucifer, once this thing is off. Can we try again?” you ask,“This really is such a lovely present. I’d like to make candied flowers for everyone.”

He smiles, spirits lifting with the corners of his mouth. “Of course, my dear. I would love nothing more.”

Leviathan-

Levi’s gaze has been trained squarely on your necklace since the two of you left the House of Lamination. You know he’s just worried about you, especially after what happened with Lucifer, but you can’t help but want him to look at you instead.

You take his hand and smile brightly, distracting the worried Otaku with a bit of your signature charm. “I’m so excited to see what you have planned for us today, Levi. You’re so good at things like this.”

“I do... uhhh I-I am?” he breathes, steam comes out of his ears as the demon’s face turns concerningly red.

“Of course,” you nod, heart tender as you see excited confidence grow on his face.

“It’s just ahead,” he says eagerly, pointing to a corner building in the heart of Majolish. Upon closer inspection, it looks like he has taken you to a pop-up arcade. The familiar machines through the window fill you with a bit of nostalgia.

“Are these retro arcade games from the human world?” you ask, recognizing the Mrs. Pac-Man logo on the side of one of the machines.  

“Yep,” he nods, so excitedly you worry he is about to take flight. “With a twist. For Valentine's Day, all of the games are programmed for two players to play at once. And we can create our own avatars to play with.”

To say you are pumped would be an understatement. You're buzzing with excitement as he checks you guys in, hands you your special lanyard, and leads you to the character creation station.

From what you can tell, it looks like the lanyards you were given are what makes the games customizable. You pass a couple playing a Donkey Kong machine, their little pixelated avatars jumping over the barrels instead of Mario.

“First, we need to make our username.” He explains, “It’s only three letters, but having our names posted to the top of the leaderboards would show everyone who is the most OP couple.”

Thinking for a moment, you let out a low humm. “Hmm, if it’s only three letters, what if we went with H.L.P?”

He raises a brow, “H.L.P? What’s that?”

You grin, knowing the effect those words would have on him. “Henry and Lotan’s Parents.”

The purple-haired demon sways faintly on his legs, dangerously close to losing consciousness. “P-parents?”

“Or we could do something else~.”

“No! I like it.” He punches it in, and you guys are sent to the character creation screen. “Do you maybe want to make each other's?"

You nod in agreement and focus intensely on his face, wanting to make his avatar as cute as he is. He certainly has no problems making an avatar that looks just like him, muttering proudly about how he has practiced for this very moment. As you work however, you notice that the longer you look at him, the more flustered he gets.

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask, “I just like your face and want to do it justice.”

It appears that Levi.exe has stopped working….

With your avatars made and Levi back to a normal body temperature, you guys started playing your way through the arcade. With each jump over turtle shells and flaming barrels, you find yourself relaxing. The troubling events of this morning fading as you enjoy this moment with Levi, bumping arms and brushing fingers as you play.

If you are being honest, it may be a bit unfair that you two are partnered up together. As a human, you are a bit more used to the mechanics of this game than some of the demons around you, and Levi is well…Levi.

H.L.P sits at the top of pretty much every leaderboard in the arcade when you decide to take a break.

In the back corner of the arcade, you stumble across a familiar-looking game. It’s one of those robotic arm wrestling games where you have to overpower a metal arm like you would in a real arm wrestling match.

“Oh I haven't seen one of these in forever.” You say, fishing into your pocket for some tokens. A dull robotic voice counts down from 10 as you place your elbow on the foam pad and grip the machine tightly.

3

2

1

The machine comes to life, the arm way stronger than you thought it would be. You’re losing terribly. Even when you cheat and use your other hand, it’s no use.

“Levi, I need help,” you whine, pleading to the demon. And although he may not be known for his physical strength, he jumps right in.

“O-okay.” He says, placing his hand on top of yours as the two of you struggle against the machine. You are aware of how close you are to him, how loudly his heart is thrumming in his chest as you shakily gain the upperhand. The robotic fist gets closer and closer to the table when suddenly a wave of tiredness shoots through you.

Around your neck, the necklace glows as an electrical current shoots from it, traveling through not just your machine, but every single one in the arcade and they all crash. “What the?” The arm of the machine stiffens and the lights in the arcade flicker much to the confusion of everyone else.

“No,” a demon cries as he looks at the leaderboard of his restarted game. “All of our scores just reset. What happened?”

“Was that you?” Levi whispers as you look down at the necklace,

“I think it was.” you realize, shame prickles the back of your neck as the Arcade employees whisper amongst themselves, staring at you. When one breaks away from the group and starts off in your direction, you know what is about to happen.

“Excuse me,” they say with a forced, fang-filled smile. “We have a strict policy against tampering with the machines. I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

Levi bristles, hand on your lower back. “It’s not thei~”

You cut him off. “I’m sorry, I’ll go.” you say, face burning as you rush past the rows of glaring demons. The necklace emits a buzzing laughter against your skin as you step out into the cold air. Completely humiliated.

Not only did you ruin the event for all those demons, Levi worked really hard to plan such a fun date. Sure, he could’ve used his power or standing to brush this incident aside, but what was the point?

“Hey Mc. Wait up,” The Avatar of Envy wheezes running up beside you, the necklace going quiet as he places his hands on his knees. As he looks you over with wide eyes.“Are you okay? Did you get shocked?”

“I’m fine, I’m just sorry I ruined the date.” you sigh. “We were having so much fun and then I just~”

“You didn't ruin anything.” he says firmly. “It was the necklace. But we should tell the others what happened. I don’t think the charm is supposed to do that.”

“You’re right,” your smile is a bit strained. “But still, I want to make it up to you. You planned something so wonderful and we didn't get to finish.”

“We’ll be back,” he grins. “And next time H.L.P will rule those leaderboards.”

His genuine excitement helps, but you have a feeling that when it comes to this necklace, the worst is yet to come.

Satan~

The Library doors are snugly shut as you wait for Satan to fetch you from the hallway.

Not that you mind waiting.

Thanks to the cursed necklace, the first two dates of the day, as well as the special breakfast you planned have been a disaster. You aren't in a hurry to have the other dates end the same way.  

You stare at the pendant, anger simmering in your eyes. You’ve dealt with cursed objects before, ones that tie your shoelaces together, or give you an incurable case of the hiccups. But this one is inconveniencing more than just you. Your loved ones took the time to plan these dates, but all it takes is a bit of magic to ruin their hard work.

The library doors open and Satan steps out. His blond hair is tousled, as if he has been raking his hands through it all morning trying to solve your problem. His eyes are bright, alert as he searches for you, smiling when he finds you sat on your little bench. “There you are,” he says, “I hope I haven't kept you long.”

“Did you find anything?” you ask hopefully.

“No,” his lip twitches as his eyes blaze emerald in determination. “But I will. I won’t stop until I know you are safe.”

It’s a bit intense, but you know he means every word of it. “I know today hasn't gone the way we planned,” he notes joining you on the bench.

“That’s an understatement,” you mutter, wanting nothing more than to snap this sliver chain. “The dates would’ve been so fun, if it weren't for this thing. You all put so much thought into our time together, and I just ruined it.”

There is tender understanding in his expression as he places his hand on your knee. “At the end of the day, anytime spent alone with you is precious. You are what I want, the date is just a bonus, even if it comes with a bit of magical interference.”

Suddenly, you become very aware of your heart’s palpitations. “Well aren't you a romantic?”

“Would you like to see what I have planned for us?” he misdirects with darkened cheeks.

You’re hesitant, but after his sappy little pep talk, you are coping with the inevitable chaos that will happen once you follow him into the library.

The hundreds of priceless books on the library shelves have you sweating.

What if the necklace does something to destroy them?

“I know that look,” he says running his fingers along the spines. “If it’s the books you are worried about, don’t be. I have dozens of protective charms in place to prevent anything that little necklace of yours can throw at them.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he nods, tugging at his collar. “Sometimes with my Sin, I lose control of myself. I had to plan accordingly to save myself some heartache.”

You’ve seen what the demon is capable of when his Wrath takes control. If the charms on the books are strong enough to handle him at his worst, this necklace won’t leave a scratch.

“I trust you,” you smile. “And I am so excited to see what you have planned for us today.”

His smile is eager as he takes your hand and leads you to the small table in the back of the room. Usually, it is covered in piles of books, a tea set, and other reading accompaniments but today, you find it polished and dust free. With only a book-shaped construction paper wrapped bundle and a wicker basket filled with what looks to be some type of art supplies.

“What is all this?” you ask, as his eyes flick between you and the braided string on the package that is just begging to be tugged.

“I haven't any idea what you mean,” muses. “But you should probably open it and find out.”

“Okay, liar,” you tease, pulling the little bow apart and unwrapping the bundle to reveal two leatherbound journals, their faces blank save for the careful gold painted lettering on the cover.

“Our Stories,” you read.

“As much as I love reading, the adventures I have with you can be far more appealing. I figured we could write some of them down.” He says looking at you as if you were the lost tome he needed to complete a historical set.

“I love it,” you beam. “We have our own adventure journals. I can't wait to start writing.” Although the journal is swoonworthy enough as is, you can’t help but look at the basket near the table’s centre. “But what’s in the basket?”

“Customization equipment,” he says, popping open the lid, revealing straps, leather paint and brushes, stamps, charms and goodness knows what else. “Although I’m not one to judge a book by it’s cover, Asmodues told me once that unsightly ones stay on the shelf. I didn't want to take any chances with these.”

“This is amazing,” you say, eyeing a particularly interesting stamp design that would look great on the corners. “Pass me the basket.”

As the two of you begin to decorate your new adventure journals, the conversation shifts from dread and concern about the hazard resting on your chest, to excitement for the future. With Satan, it’s easy to relax in his presence, giggling as you bump elbows. You may be sitting a bit too close to each other for arts and crafts but neither of you wish to move.

“How’s this?” he asks, holding up his practically professionally decorated journal that has you slyly scooting your own out of sight. “Do you approve?”

“It’s beautiful. We may have found your calling,” you answer, noticing something flicker on his cheek. A speck of glitter (which is incredibly weird because there is not one sparkly thing in the basket of supplies). “Oh, you got something on your cheek.” you brush your finger over your own face to mirror the action.

“Right here?” he asks, swiping at the opposite side of his face and looking down at his glitterless finger.

“Other side.”

“Ah, thank you,” he says, missing the speck once again this time deliberately. “Did I get it?”

“Oh, just sit still,” you huff, reaching out and grabbing his inhumanly beautiful face with your hands. His green eyes shine as they take in your concentrated frame above him and his flustered lips part. You brush the speck from his cheek, but before you can let go, his hands come to rest firmly on top of yours.

“This feels rather nice,” he whispers amongst the bookshelves. “Will you please keep them here for a moment longer.” Your breath hitches as he tilts his chin to the left, and trails his lips along the inside of your palm, never breaking eye contact with you.

The tender moment has your heart racing as the elephant in the room tries to make itself known. The necklace begins to buzz against your skin, visibly straining as it’s light flickers dimly.

Satan drops his hands and stares at the necklace. “It can’t be,” he mumbles, eyes brightening with realization.

“What is it?” you ask. “What do you see?”

He shakes his head. “It’s not what I see, but what I feel. I sense anger coming from within the gem. I feel its wrath.”

“How can that be?” you wonder aloud. You may only have a limited knowledge of charms and enchantments, but you learned early on in your time here that charms are like technology. They can only act. Not produce their own emotions. “Are you sure it’s wrath you feel?”

The books on the shield rattle under the limited power of the necklace when suddenly the thinnest, lightest one flies off the shelf, barreling towards Satan’s head.

He catches it easily as the necklace dims once again. Staring down at the projectile, there is a finality in his expression as he nods. “I’m positive. This necklace isn’t just cursed. It’s alive.”

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"I am the queen, and what I say goes!" she pointed to you and Katsuki. "Sissy will be the princess and you will be our royal guard, Katsu!"

You chuckle. "Isn't the older sister supposed to be queen?"

She does her best impression of a royal laugh, projecting her voice theatrically. "Not in my land! It's my kingdom and if you don't like it, I'll send you to the brig!"

"You're confusin' pirates 'n princesses again,” Katsuki taunts playfully.

She stomps her foot on the slide. “Silence in my kingdom! Izu will be my knight!”

Katsuki pouts. “Hey! Why don’t I get to be the knight?!’

“Cause I say so! You’re the royal guard cause you’re tough. Izu is the knight because he’s brave!”

You can’t help but let out a loud ‘hah!’ at her comment. Your sister never failed to push Katsuki in the cutest ways. He probably was thankful to be an only child whenever you guys would go home for the day.

Katsuki huffs at her declaration, taking the challenge with stride. “Fine! I’ll show you who’s tough and be the best dang guard in the whole world.”

“Do I get a cool set of armor, queen?” Izuku asks, bouncing up and down at the bottom of the slide.

“Of course! Only the best armor and ponies for my royal kingdom.”

She sits and pushes herself down the metal slide, rocketing off the edge past Izuku and barreling toward Katsuki. She trucks into him at full force — but, being small, that force isn’t much for him to withstand.

“What the heck was that for?!” he yells while catching her before she hits the wood chips.

“A test of your toughness, Katsu! And you passed! You’re deserving of a spot in my kingdom,” she giggles, mashing his cheeks together with her tiny palms. He protests her closeness and tries to fight her off, setting her feet back on the ground while she’s wiggling in his hold. Watching the two of them act like siblings themselves always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing your two closest friends also adored your sister as much as you did.

You meander over to grab her from him. “Alright, I think you made your point, queen. Your guard and knight have other duties to get to.”

She waves goodbye to the boys over her shoulder as the two of you stroll home for dinner. She gleefully remarks how cool they are and that she can’t wait to marry them someday.

You can’t help but giggle at the thought. “Both of them? Wow, all to yourself, huh?”

She pouts and whips her head upward. “No, sissy! We both get one!”

”Oh yeah? Because you’re the queen of the kingdom, you get to pick?”

“That’s right! They’ll have to fight to see who gets to pick you!”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the thought. You’re only ten years old, the thought of boys fighting over you was hilarious.

”Promise not to tell Izu, but I think Katsu would win that fight,” she whispers, tugging on your hand to get you to lean over closer to her face. “He’s taller and faster!”

The thought of marrying Katsuki flashes in your mind. You have zero clue what that even looks like, but you imagine him bringing you flowers on the playground or giving you a bite of his ice cream. A blush creeps over your cheeks and nose at the thought. Your sister catches your reaction and gasps dramatically.

“You like Katsu?!” she exclaims.

You shush her. “No! Don’t go yelling that!”

That’s a big fat lie. You liked him a lot, he was your favorite person, but you’re kids.

It’s just a harmless crush.

───

An Enchanted Afternoon: Elementary School

A week later, the four of you returned to the playground after school. Snacks from your pantry in hand, the bunch of you sit on the swing set to eat. Your sister seemed extremely eager today, more so than usual. Once you all finished eating, she demanded your attention.

"Gather 'round! Your queen summons you," she declares, arms raised above her head. You and the boys huddle around her.

"Katsu, go fetch flowers!" she orders as she points to a nearby patch of grass. "Zuzu, clear out the sandbox of any villagers."

There wasn't anyone else here today, so that job was easily done. Izuku doesn't say anything and smiles as he heads over to the sandbox as ordered. Katsuki is confused, nose scrunched and arms crossed.

"Why do I need to get flowers?" he asks, tapping his foot in the wood chips.

"Do you dare defy your queen?!" she shouts, grinning wickedly. He obliges, sauntering over to the grass to find a few spare daisies.

"What's all this for?" you ask, genuinely curious to her plans. She doesn’t answer you as she grabs you by the wrist, dragging you over to the sandbox.

A few minutes later, Katsuki comes back with a handful of daisies, picked and pruned clean of any dirt and weeds. Izuku stands on the edge of the sandbox patiently.

”Perfect! Katsu, Sissy, please approach your queen.”

You play along and stand in front of her with Katsuki. It’s amusing how small she is in comparison to the two of you, easily shadowing over her figure.

“With my knight as witness, I give the blessing to the princess and royal guard to be married forever!” she exclaims, waving her hands around to mimic casting a magic spell.

You're pretty sure she got that line from a princess movie, but that doesn't make the sentiment any less adorable. You begin to chuckle to yourself, smiling ear to ear before turning toward Katsuki. You're expecting him to be disgusted, repulsed by something so sickly sweet, but are shocked to see him standing with the flowers outstretched in your direction. He's biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact by staring directly at your feet.

"H-here," he whispers meekly, pushing the flowers into your hands. You've never seen him so shy before — that's usually Izuku's demeanor. His unexpected affection makes your little heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you 'Suki," is all you can muster up the courage to say, your mind running blank on the right thing to say. It's just an imaginary scenario. It's not real, not like you're actually marrying him. Katsuki exhales, turning his back to you to hide his strawberry colored cheeks.

"Now you're together forever!" you sister raves, dancing on her tip toes with satisfaction.

Maybe that was the moment she bound you two together with some unknown magical force, or it was a mere coincidence. The sappy part of your young brain believed in fairytales and chose to believe she was weaving your golden string to him, binding you two for life.

───

Leftovers: Middle School

”Yo, brats! Come eat already so I can get the hell outta here,” Katsuki called from your doorway. He’d come by with leftovers from his mom for you and your sister, since your own mom was working later that day. The two of you were still…friends? You weren’t sure. Being in seventh grade and all, he started acting like you weren’t cool enough for him. He did the same to Izuku, starting to ditch the two of you for other kids in class to hang out with at lunch or walk home with. Did it hurt your feelings? Absolutely. But you didn’t own him, he was allowed to have other friends, even if it did suck to see him less outside of class.

“Coming!” you called back, skipping down the hallway with your sister in tow. She happily ran into the entryway, hugging Katsuki by the waist. She was taller now, but still much smaller than him as a fourth grader.

“Hiya Katsu!” she beamed up at him, rubbing her face against his uniform jacket.

He grunted, uncomfortable with her sudden affection and poking her in the forehead to release her grip. “Let go, squirt!”

He turned his attention to you as your sister finally let go of him. “Here, take these. I gotta get to practice.”

”Thank you! Tell your mom we said hi.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You hand the containers to your sister as she wanders off to the table. Before Katsuki opens the door, you tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He scoffs at your question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem distant lately. Wanna come by sometime for a movie marathon?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.

“We’re not kids anymore. Got better stuff to do.”

Ouch, that stung. Your smile fades away as you reply. “Well…I know. I just miss hanging out with you.”

“You have Deku an’ that other group of bitches you hang out with, ya don’t need me.” His harsh comment has notes of jealousy intertwined in his words. He goes to put his hand on the door again before you take a step forward to stop him.

“Kat, they’re not a replacement for you. You’ve got your own friends now too since you’re on the soccer team. You’re saying we can’t hang out 'cause we have different friends?”

He glares at you before pushing past you and pulling on the front door.

“Hey!” your sister shouts from the dining area. “Katsu, that’s not nice. My royal guard doesn't act like that!” She’s always thought of Katsuki as a guard since your elementary school playground days.

“Cut the shit! We’re not kids anymore!” Katsuki rebuttals with a growl of frustration.

He makes eye contact with you. “We’ve grown apart, end of fuckin’ story. Get over it.”

He slams your front door closed and leaves you standing in the entryway, your eyes stinging from the urge to cry. You feel a small gust of wind rush by as your sister is sprinting to the door, throwing it open and running outside without shoes on.

“Hey!” She calls after Katsuki again. “Get your butt back here, Katsu!”

He turns on his heel. “Hah?!”

She stomps on the ground, fists balled at her sides. “Apologize to her!”

Katsuki cackles, a little too manically. “For what, brat?”

“You’re being a mean jerk to her! She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. Friends are friends forever, idiot!” she yells, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched together.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at her calling Katsuki an idiot and turn your head to hide your amusement.

”That’s not who you are, Katsu. That’s not how you treat your princess!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut in annoyance, exhaling dramatically. He locks his gaze on you, storming back up to the doorway. He roughly ruffles your sister’s hair as he passes by her as a pseudo apology. Katsuki sucks the air through his teeth and shoves his fists in his pockets as he stops in front of you.

“Look, m'sorry for yellin’, okay?” he sighs, kicking a foot against the pavement. “I'll come over Saturday, we’ll have that movie day ya wanted.”

"You don't need to if you feel forced to hang out with me." Your eyes shift to your feet to avoid looking at his reaction.

" S'fine. I'll be here at noon, don't pick anything lame."

With that, he turns to leave for a second time in silence. You watch him disappear around the corner and can't help but feel like a burden for asking him to make time for you. As if reading your mind, your sister shakes you out of the negative train of thought while walking back to the house.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just being a dumb boy. That’s what my teacher says when boys are mean for no reason.” She grins a toothy smile up at you and grabs your hand. “Come on! Foods getting cold!”

Katsuki rounded the corner and waited to be out of sight before palming his face in anger. He had no idea why he said those things to you. None of it was true, especially that you’d grown apart. If anything, he was jealous of your friends and missed seeing you all the time. But he couldn’t bring himself to say so, like always. Ever since middle school started, he’d harbored some unknown rage inside of him that lashed out every chance it could. He hated it and didn’t know what to do to stop it — hence trying out for the soccer team, looking for an outlet for the pent up emotions in his body. Katsuki secretly hoped you wouldn’t end up despising him for it.

Even after all this time, he still thinks of you whenever he sees a patch of daisies. Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you about it.

───

Running Late: High School

The front door to your home opens as Katsuki slips inside, kicking his loafers off by the door. Your younger sister peeks over the kitchen counter while spreading jam over her toast and nods in his direction.

"Hey Katsu, pretty sure she's still asleep upstairs," she calls, rolling her eyes. "I tried to get her up three times, maybe you'll have better luck."

It was hard to believe that she was already in her freshmen year of high school — shit, it’s crazy that you and Katsuki were seniors. The age of playground days and summer adventures went by in the blink of an eye.

He makes his way to the kitchen island, leaning over to mess up her hair. Some things never change. "Thanks, bean. I'll get her ass movin’."

“Stooop! You’ll mess it up!” She whines as she pulls away, fixing a few stray pieces of her fluffy mane.

“Ya look fine, don’t sweat it,” he compliments while heading for the staircase. He makes his way to your bedroom on the second floor. The door is surprisingly cracked open. He taps on the doorframe to grab your attention.

“Come in,” you call, lying on your bed facing the wall above the covers while scrolling on your phone. You presume it’s your sister until a soft kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Katsuki whispers, rubbing your shoulder to turn you to face him. He sits on the edge of your bed beside you. “You wanna be late for our last first day of high school?”

You shift to sit up and drop your phone to your bed, reaching to cradle his face in your hands.

“No, I just wanted to steal a few kisses first,” you mumble as your lips quietly meet his. Katsuki places one hand on your cheek while the other lightly grazes your back. After a few moments, the two of you part with a soft smack. You stand and straighten up your uniform skirt, flattening a few of the panels to work out any stray creases.

“Do I look okay?” You ask, spinning around for Katsuki and showing off your uniform.

“Y’always look good,” he sighs, standing to his feet. “Let’s get movin’ before bean suspects somethin’.”

You hadn’t told your sister about your relationship with Katsuki. Sure, you guys had been friends since you were children and he’s always around…how would she know the difference?

The two of you patter down the hallway and skip down the stairs to the kitchen. Your sister is waiting for the two of you, arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.

“Finally! Get your damn shoes on,” she orders while pushing you toward the door. She does a double take at Katsuki while you’re putting on your shoes, raising an eyebrow at him. “Katsu…are you wearing lipgloss?”

Oops.

Katsuki’s searching for something to say as his face glows scarlet. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and turns away, grumbling while attempting to hide his embarrassment.

“Oh come on, you two," your sister huffs. "I knew you guys started dating months ago. You think I didn’t notice?”

You spin around to face her, cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched. “You never said anything?!”

She laughs, walking up to Katsuki and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“If you ever hurt her, Katsuki, I’ll knock your lights out. I know where you sleep,” she threatens, grinning mischievously. Katsuki pulls her into a headlock, ruffling her hair a second time.

“Deal, but I plan on stayin’ alive.” He lets her go, chuckling as he smooths out the pieces of hair he messed with. Seeing the two of them get along never fails to make your heart swell with joy. Katsuki has always treated her like his own sister — one that he could easily give back at the end of every day, anyways.

She turns with a pout and her hands in the air.

“You both have my blessing, you should know that. I didn’t marry you two in a sandbox for nothing!”

───

Today Was A Fairytale: Current Day

“It’s an honor to be doing this for a second time. You’re in luck, my vocabulary has grown exponentially since our sandbox days.”

There’s a wave of laughter through the crowd at your sister’s lighthearted joke. You can’t help but smile as Katsuki’s fingers dance across the back of your hand to regather your attention.

God, he looks so damn handsome in that tux. His usual wild hair is slicked back and tamed — an extremely rare sight. Carmine eyes stare back at you, full of devotion and excitement for this next chapter in your little fairytale.

“By the power vested in me, and these people as my witness, I pronounce you two as king and queen of the kingdom!”

Friends and family alike cheer and whistle as you and Katsuki intertwine, kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife. He spins you around and dips you low, kissing the tip of your nose playfully.

“I love you,” he mouths, a silent profession of adoratio, reserved just for you.

The two of you strut down the aisle to the dance floor in the reception hall, the DJ already queuing the first dance song. Katsuki gently tugs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as he begins to sway side to side when the music begins to fill the room. You rest your head against his chest and get lost in the moment.

Right now, the world belongs to the two of you. Every worry, struggle and hardship is stripped away from your lives to give you the peace you deserve.

There’s one thought that lingers in your mind as you catch a glimpse of your teary-eyed sister watching you from the corner of the dance floor, latched onto Izuku’s arm for support.

She tied that golden string with an unbreakable knot.

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Within seconds, Dabi found his perspective changing, his back thudding softly against the mattress. "Care to say that again, hmmm?".

His turquoise eyes looked at yours, searching for the smallest hint about what you were going to do. Clicking his tongue, he diverted his gaze to the side, now avoiding any eye contact.

His silence spoke volumes to you, and you could feel the painful way your heart tugged. "I heard exactly what you said, and you'd better shut up before I shush you myself...".

The pad of your thumb brushed his lips. The contrasting sensations were obvious, sensations you knew made him feel like him, feel like home. "...You're anything but a monster to me. If anything, you're my ideal man, and I'd kill for you".

Dabi's eyes softened slightly, shifting in a way he knew you'd understand. Long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. "Whatever you say, doll, whatever you say".

Rolling your eyes, you stuck your tongue out and began mocking him, only for a laugh to pass your lips as you squirmed. "Dabi, stop, you know I'm....".

You couldn't finish your sentence as you tried to move away from his fingers tickling you. Your laughter rang around the room as a smile tugged at his lips.

Not an absurd smile, one that showed how unhinged he was as his blue flames roared behind him, but one of genuine love for you.

A smile that only you ever got to see once the door was shut and you were the only two in the room. A smile that held an untold amount of love for you.

"Now, where was I? Ahhh, that's right, showering you with all the love and compliments you deserve, Dabi".

It was nothing more than the ceaseless rambling of fools to her.

Then, a day came when the Tsaritsa introduced a pale-skinned woman to her company of Harbingers who, for lack of eloquence in a moment of abnormally heightened emotion, absolutely reeked of the moon.

"There you are," purred a voice that became increasingly grating to Sandrone the more familiar she became with it. The voice was accompanied by wood-soled footsteps clicking against the stone of her laboratory.

Sandrone was in the middle of calibrating a newly acquired Chaos Bolt for use in some weaponry, but she decided that she would wait until after the disturbance had left her to continue her work. There was a slim chance that, in her vexed state, she would toss the device against a wall. The bolt in her hands was in near-mint condition when she was presented with it by one of Zandik's foot soldiers, and she wouldn't risk ruining it because of her temper.

"Zandik." She placed the Chaos Bolt on her workstation without looking up, already sensing the man's physical proximity to her by the heat waves rolling off his body. His presence in her laboratory raised the temperature in the room, which disrupted the sensible chill she enjoyed working in. How irksome. This was precisely why she insisted that only automatons be allowed to step in. Whatever freedom was allowed her by the Tsaritsa didn't include forcing warm-blooded beings into an ice bath before stepping into her workspace. "State your purpose in fifteen words or fewer."

In the pause between her question and Zandik's impending reply, she had already shed her gloves and was beginning to sweep away the debris left behind by her tinkering that he had interrupted. Her less than cordial reception of him appeared to be something of a treat, if the way he laughed at her greeting was any indication.

"Now, now. I come in peace," he said. "And with an offer that might interest you yet."

With the last of the ruin machine dust cleaned off the surface of her workstation, Sandrone thought to dignify the patiently waiting Zandik with a response: "Go on. I'll spare you a minute of my time."

Her internal timer started, but even when he still had twenty-seven seconds left, she lifted a hand to stop his rambling. Zandik scoffed, and she could sense the slight increase of perspiration on his skin that told her of his emotional state.

"I've no interest in child-minding the Harbinger initiate. Now, get out."

Ever the contrarian, he dragged his wood-soled feet as he left, irking her with the useless noise that filled up her previously quiet laboratory. Before she could prompt one of her reawakened ruin machines to shove Zandik the rest of the way out, he made sure to throw one final dig at her. "There's something you must know about this child you speak of. The Tsaritsa is planning to bequeath the girl the presently unoccupied seat of Number Three. Fascinating, no?"

Sandrone felt her patience wearing down as if it were a physical sensation.

With each rasp of the sandpaper in her hands against the bit of rust-eaten Khaenri'ahn machinery, she became more certain that this discordant and useless sensation was what the short-lived beings referred to as the feeling of their blood boiling. The pass of the sandpaper against metal grew increasingly agitated and, as a result, increasingly careless. Sandrone cursed under her breath when she realised that she had scraped off more than just the dark rust on the surface.

"You sense my presence, but you ignore it," came a billowing voice from above.

Sandrone lifted her face to glare at the intruder, tossing the now-ruined hunk of metal away from her in a huff. Neither the clangorous sound of metal on metal nor her overt display of hostility made a dent in the indifferent mask of the pale-skinned intruder watching from the beams that hung from the high laboratory ceiling.

What an uncanny gaze. If it could even be called that, when the intruder never once opened her eyes.

Admittedly, this was a source of curiosity for Sandrone. How did this woman move so seamlessly about Zapolyarny Palace without the use of her eyes? Echolocation was Sandrone's first guess, but it would require the woman to be constantly murmuring as she moved, which was not the case. Electrolocation or thermoception was her second guess, but confirming which to sate her own curiosity would require fairly involved procedures that she was sure the woman wouldn't agree to. After all, why would she? The Tsaritsa had given this woman the Harbinger's seat immediately beneath Zandik's much lauded Number Two. In the pecking order of the Tsaritsa's favourites, this woman outranked her by several places.

"Why is that?" the pale-skinned intruder asked.

Sandrone fumed when her internal dialogue was so rudely interrupted. With an indignant stomp of her foot, she snapped, "Ask yourself! You're not even supposed to be in here."

In the span of half a blink, Sandrone found herself nearly nose to nose with the intruder. It wasn't with elemental energy that she accomplished the feat, and Sandrone recalled the foolish thought she had at their first meeting. It couldn't be. The moon of Teyvat had no such power—

"Her Majesty has seen fit to gift me the name 'Columbina'."

The pale-skinned woman was unruffled. Her behaviour made no sense at all, which was perfectly in line with what knowledge Sandrone had gleaned about her from the whispers of the foot soldiers collected by the nondescript automatons she hid around Zapolyarny Palace.

"And you are called 'Sandrone', yes?" The intruder continued speaking, tilting her head to the side to punctuate her question.

Something about this erratic yet perfectly reasonable manner gave rise to a temptation that looked rather more necessary the longer the pale-skinned intruder was in Sandrone's presence. It would cause a few minor delays for a research task that Thrain had set her to, but a momentary deactivation would, in the very least, cease this unpleasant disturbance in her work. It was impossible to focus.

"I did my best to introduce myself to everyone," the intruder said, though Sandrone hadn't asked because she most definitely didn't care a whit. How irksome. "From what Her Majesty told me, I was most interested in you, Sandrone."

"So?" Sandrone's response was immediate, biting.

As she considered how much injury to the woman she could get away with, completely disregarding that it would be counted as disrespect against the Tsaritsa, the woman reached out a too-cold hand and smoothed it over Sandrone's cheek.

Something about that foolish moon conspiracy flooded back into Sandrone's train of thought, but she squelched it where it stood and promptly slapped the pale-skinned woman's hand away.

Sometimes, the core that powered Sandrone suffered from irregularities. Those were rare occasions, few and far between, but she had the practice of powering herself down after setting a timer for her system to force reactivation.

It was as close to sleep that she would ever get, and the more times she pretended to sleep, the less she understood the existence of flesh beings who took pleasure from it. Rosalyne was a great advocate for sleep, often goading Sandrone to attempt it without any inner malfunctions forcing her hand.

When Sandrone roused from one such venture at artificial sleep, she reviewed the memory files of her automatons to ensure that she didn't miss anything of importance for the duration of it. The bulk of what she saw was routine: the foot soldiers gossiping, the servants at their tasks in the upkeep of the palace, Zandik cooing at her with mock concern.

She read the memory file of the automatons she placed around her laboratory, and it called up in her again that sickly, misplaced outrage she felt when she was first introduced to the pale-skinned woman.