so fuckin' pretty

watching kuroo break down has got to be the most satisfying thing ever. he thinks he can get away with anything - a wink here, a grin there, and he’s used to all the chips falling in his favor. he thinks he can flirt with other girls all he wants and come home and fuck you so good you forget all about it.

no.

that’s not how it’s going to work.

he looks a bit less smug when you stick your sharp kitchen knife into his stomach. in fact, he looks rather pale. it suits him. his flesh melts like butter, bleeding scarlet as you cut up his insides. he howls like a fucking dog when you do it, eyes opened up all big and round and teary as you twist and twist.

“please...” he whimpers. “i won’t ever do it again.”

you smile. big powerful businessman kuroo tetsurou, reduced to a pathetic, drooling, bleeding mess?

yknow what? i actually think dabi's a sick little masochist. i know he gets written as a sadist more on this site, but this is a man who actively uses his quirk even though it hurts him every time(if this isn't true don't come at me i haven't read my hero in years). he clearly has a higher - a different - pain tolerance from most others.

so that's why you gotta kick it up a notch.

every time you hear that sickening crunch, your cunt pulses with pleasure. he's holding on by a thread - any more and you bet he'll be openly sobbing. wouldn't that be such a pretty sight? his skin is beginning to purple in the places you've hit him, and you think that shard of white below his knee might actually be a broken bone sticking out.

oops.

whenever you do this to him, he always gets this manic, crazed look in his eyes. he struggles so desperately beneath the ropes you've bound him up in, but when he looks at you, eyes gleaming and voice hoarse from screaming, there's only one word that leaves his lips:

she keeps touching herself without permission.

it’s starting to get on your nerves. you can’t even count on your hands the number of times you’ve caught her with her fingers buried in her cunt, drooling face-first into the pillow, squeaking like a whore as she creams again and again. seriously, does she have no concept of self-restraint?

perhaps you should be more explicit and set an example, give her a little reminder of what happens when she disobeys. it’s a simple solution - an obvious one, if you think about it, and very effective, too.

you break her fingers.

of course she cries a little, pathetic little whimpers filling the air as you bend each digit so far they crack. when you’re done, her fingers are a bruised, mangled mess - but at least now you won’t have to worry about her touching what she’s not supposed to. this way, every time she wants to cum, she’ll have to come looking for you, hands clasped together as she begs you to get her off, to stuff her sweet cunt full.