“A-ah.. darling-” His hips lifted against the bed, trying to chase your touch as the silk ties pressed against his wrists. He was trapped. Tied to his own bed and left at the hands of your mercy. “Darling, please-”
“What are you begging for, Mirai? We’ve barely even started.” You purred, drawing your touch away from his cock. His head had been steadily leaking precum from your teasing, ghostly touches. This was revenge. Revenge from him teasing you for the past week, skittering his fingers against your thigh in meetings or laying in the bed shirtless as he read.
He knew what he was doing. And now you were getting revenge against him.
“Ah ah ah,” You tsked, shaking your head in faux-disappointmemlnt. “What did I say about trying to cum? Do we need to get the ring back on your cock instead?” You hummed as Mirai’s chest heaved as he panted. His hair was askew as you slipped his glasses of the bridge of his nose, carefully setting them next to the bed.
“Not- Not to cum..” He swallowed, looking at you as small tears pricked at far corners of his eyes from the denial. The edge of his orgasm teetering haphazardly. “Not to cum until you tell me to.”
“Good boy.” You praised, running your fingers through his hair as he smiled at the praise. “Where do you want to cum, darling? My mouth or my cunt?”
“Your pussy- please?” He spoke quickly, looking at you as he tugged at the bonds. You hummed, moving your bottoms off before straddling his hips, teasingly running his tip against your cunt with a soft moan leaving your lips. He chewed on his bottom lip, fighting the urge to buck his hips upwards as you sunk down on his cock.
You moaned, feeling him stretch you as you rocked your hips against him. The sound of ripping filled the room as Mirai brought his hands down, gripping your hips as he snapped his hips against you, controlling your movements as he sat up to kiss and bite at your neck.
Cheating, house husband! dabi, mutual cheating, compress being a flirt.
Wc: 614 words
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House Husband! Dabi who’s the definition of toxic. He’s a pretty trophy husband.
House Husband! Dabiwho gets upset when his pretty little partner doesn’t cook and clean up after coming home from work like he expects. You just worked a long day and now coming home to a mess.
Dishes in the sink, laundry piling up by the washing machine. A burned out wick from the candle that was lit last night, wax all melted onto the coffee table. That was going to have to be scraped off-
“Dabi?”
Lewd noises were coming from the bedroom, platform boots tossed aside from your husband, bed creaking from whatever movement was on top of the old box spring and mattress. He was doing something again-
“Dabi?” You tried again, calling out the name of the man that you married. It wasn’t a nice life, god it wasn’t easy either, but at least there was someone that you could share a bed with. Even if you had to take control of the household chores.. and handling your job.
“What the hell do you want, doll? Why aren’t those done?” His gruff voice speaks up as he walks into the rancid apartment. “I’m busy right now, go get your shit done.” The box spring squeaking with every movement that he makes, pornographic moans coming from whatever girl he picked up from off the streets. This was just to be expected by now, he was just a pretty trophy husband, if that.
..There wasn’t much else to say when it came down to Dabi.
But maybe something fair would make things better. The door shutting behind you as the moans become silenced once more, Dabi’s unenthusiastic grunts leaving him. Maybe finding some random guy to fuck would make you feel better…
“What is a lovely face like yours doing looking so solemn, darling?” A man spoke up, adorned in an oddly fitted suit. A white mask covering his face completely. “Someone as lovely as you does not deserve to frown, darling. Perhaps I might be of assistance to help give a performance if that would bring your mood back up?”
You glanced at the man, swallowing thinly before looking around. No one else was one the street… Wasn’t this the same guy that Dabi worked with? What was his name?..
“I- I’m sorry… who are you?”
“Oh- my apologies, my dear. I go by the name of Compress, but you may call me Atsuhiro.” The masked man spoke, offering a gloved hand. “Perhaps I can provide some company for the night, it is a shame that you are alone.”
…were you alone?
Dabi was at home.. but it wasn’t you in that bed. Sure- hell, anytime you did share a bed with him it ended in something amazing but- it wasn’t fair, was it? To work and come back… back to your husband. Back to him fucking someone else…
Maybe it was time to get a little revenge against him.
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You didn’t know how it got to this-
Finding refuge in his arms, your steps matching his as his arms wrap around your waist. Passing breaths escaping as you break away from his lips for a small moment before chasing after him again. Mask pulled up from his face, the stupid black cover curling around your fingers as you desperately tugged it up to see the man’s face.
“Please.”
Atsuhiro lifted an eyebrow, a soft chuckle leaving him as he helps lift the covering away from his face before looking at you, lifting you up into his arms.
“Don’t worry, darling, I promise to take care of you properly. Just how you deserve to be treated, mi amor.”
Khonshu x Reader- During a game of truth or dare involving humans, vessels, and gods, things can get very interesting. Between the teasing prods of Layla and Marc, Steven’s obliviousness, and Jake’s invisible joy for seeing the reactions things can become very interesting.
Word Count: 2209
Dusk had just begun to settle as the sun slowly faded into the horizon, basking in the colors of the sunset. With the unique colors painted across the sky as the silhouette of the moon rose above the clouds, everything was seemingly better than it once was. The boys, namely Marc, had managed to convince Khonshu to let them have a small break before going out all Moon Knight for the rest of the night just to make the body want to pass out from exhaustion and have whoever was in control have to deal with it later. The group was small, with it being merely you, Layla, and the boys lounging around Steven’s flat for the night.
Steven had been the first to talk with you away from work, offering to hang out by a nice little boutique that had really amazing vegan pastries. “Honestly, you have to try them- they are like the best thing you could ever have in your mouth. Oh my- I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound dirty!-” His adorable nature and insane knowledge of Egypt was one of the first things that had drawn you in. He had been one of the first to show himself before you met Layla.
Layla was interesting in a multitude of ways. The way she talked about the boys, along with the fact she had nearly threatened your life if you ever planned on hurting any of them should feelings ever arise. She had been the one to be more open than the others when it came to talking about the Egyptian gods and goddesses, Layla had been the one to figure out in the first place that you were capable of seeing the god of the moon who seemed to regularly throw tantrums according to Marc. When that piece of information came out there was an inane amount of confusion on everyone’s sides, especially to the god who had previously thought that only his current avatar could see him. Not some-
Some human creature! Someone who held no power, no strength- How in the world could someone like you see him?
That should never have been a possibility.
Never in his entirety, stone and everything, was this ever possible. Only his chosen avatar was capable of seeing him but out of everyone… It was satisfying to know that you could see him as the god that he is. Unlike that worm. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. To have someone properly see him at his fullest power, protecting those that travel beneath the night sky just as you do. Yes, this may just be a useful thing after all.
“Alright, alright-” Layla waved her hand through the air as she caught her breath. The game of Truth or Dare had been decent for now, everyone attempting to take turns as best they could with the others attempting to bud in when it brewed down to certain truths not wanting to be said. Khonshu had become an unwilling viewer of the game, appearing in the back area of Steven’s kitchen as he crouched with his staff in hand. Steven had nearly yelped when he turned to grab a water bottle, only to be face-to-beak with the god as he lost his footing against a stray piece of clothing. “Back to the game now that Steven isn’t dying.”
You laughed quietly, an amused smile tugging at the corners of your mouth before glancing at the god that stood in the corner of the room. There was something about him that made you feel special in an odd way. Marc tended to say he threw tantrums, Steven had never been particularly fond of the nickname that Khonshu had placed on the brit, Jake was- Well he was Jake, to put it lightly.
All the boys had their different opinions on the god, but things were different when it came to you.
Khonshu preferred to act a certain way, whether it brewed down to referring to humans as ’Worms’ or merely having the boys act as Moon Knight to protect people. He was intriguing, to say the least.
From the moment you had caught him in the corner of your eye to when he had been told you could actually see him, things had changed with his behavior. Days had since passed, the god choosing to stay near whenever you spent time with the others. His presence behind you as others passed by, brushing your shoulder as the wind picked up with swirling force.
It was just small coincidences.
That’s all it had to be. Khonshu had no interest in humans- he protected the travelers and did what he was assigned to do as a god. That was all… He didn’t carry any emotions for you, despite the pestering and teasing of Marc and Steven.
“We have got to put a bell on you, mate, I’m not kidding.” Steven spoke as he ran a hand against his sore end before grabbing the bowl he had left on the counter. “I don’t think my heart can take it whenever you pop up all silent and brooding."
"I do not brood." The god spoke, Layla raising an eyebrow at the seemingly one-sided conversation as you snickered. "Khonshu said he doesn’t brood."
Layla laughed, shaking her head at the statement. Even without the ability to see or even hear him, there were times one could very easily tell when the god was ‘upset’.
Steven hummed happily as he made his way back to the couch where Layla sat before taking his seat back. A content sigh leaving his lips as he set the snacks onto the small table before leaning back against the armrest of the couch.
"Well, now at least we can get on with our game. Steven, your turn to pick.” Layla spoke up, looking at the other before taking a sip from her drink. The others had been taking turns as to who got to answer or take a dare, with Marc playing a bit unfairly in some chances.
Steven hummed, playfully tapping his hand against his chin in thought before looking at his reflection. “What? I am not going to ask them to do that- No- Marc don’t even bloody think about it-"
The brit’s words were cut off as Marc took control of the body, an amused smirk quirking at the corner of his lips.
"Y/n, truth or dare?” He hummed, leaning against his knees as his eyes held a glint of amusement. Knowing him either option would lead to something possibly embarrassing.
You sighed quietly, looking at the man from across the table with a playful glare. “Knowing you, either is going to be mortifying so I’ll choose dare for now. I’d rather like to keep certain things not said.”
Marc’s grin grew as he chuckled in amusement. “Oh no, I’ll be sure to think of a good dare for you.” He hummed before leaning back against the couch as he looked around the flat. There had to be something interesting he could think of.
Steven’s books? Nah, not fun enough. Maybe something more fun- There had to be some semblance of non-breakable shit. Or illegal, really. Wait a minute… There was definitely something.
“I’ve got it.” He declared, turning his attention back to you as Layla arched a brow at his face.
“I know that look, Spector, and normally that means nothing good,” Layle commented, leaning away from her husband as she looked at him. “I advise you change your mind, Y/n.”
Marc held his hand up, shaking his head slowly as he chuckled. “Oh no, it’s nothing bad. I dare you, y/n, to share your true feelings about Khonshu."
Your eyes grew in shock as you glanced at the god that now stood by steven’s bed. When did he move- Nevermind that, but dammit-
Was it too late to even go back on the dare? Maybe he’d pick a different truth. That’d be hoping for too much, wouldn’t it? The look on Marc’s face was a definite yes to that answer.
Khonshu looked at the group, the tip of his beak pointed in your direction as he hummed. What did a mortal like you think of him? You were quite an interesting specimen to him, not fearing unlike the others that would cower. You looked at him with intrigue instead of disgust.
What could ever possibly intrigue you about him? Perhaps it was the fact he is a god? But that didn’t bother you even after everyone found out the truth. He made a small clicking sound as he stood, his staff next to him. You were truly an odd little creature, very faithful to those around you.
It was obvious that the worm enjoyed your presence, his heartbeat rose whenever you were in his presence. Even without it, he would talk about it. Aggravating Khonshu’s nerves with unintentional purpose. How was that even possible, the god scowled indignantly, nothing should be capable of making him feel this way. Nothing did make him feel this way.
And yet- it felt as if his skin crawled at the idea of you with that worm. There were better options than just him. More worthy options that you could choose from, than Steven Grant of the giftshop.
Options like him- Khonshu scorned under his breath, lost in his thoughts as wind picked up through the flat. He would be the one capable of protecting you- not those worms that would lie and decieve for their own greed.
"Oi, Khonshu. Can you not blow things around the apartment? Steven’s throwing a fit cause of it.” Marc raised an eyebrow at the god as he scoffed under his breath, “Still gotta answer the question, Y/n."
You internally groaned, rolling your eyes at him as you looked at the god. This would go a number of different ways depending on how you answered it. Welp- Only one way to find out, isn’t there?
"Khonshu is interesting, to say the least.” You mused, glancing over the wrapped bandages as you took a small breath. “He’s protective of those he wants to be. He helps protect innocent people-"
"Skip the basics, Y/n, I know you like him.” Layla interrupted, cutting off your sentence as she looked at you. “It’s obvious, even I can tell and I can’t even see him.” She arched an eyebrow, looking at you with a bemused expression.
Khonshu tilted his head, looking at you as he hummed lowly. Perhaps that’s what it was, liking somebody, that’s what he felt. “Is that what you truly feel, little dove?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, hearing the other speak as you stood up. "I- I am going to step outside and check if the food is here yet."
Marc snickered quietly, looking at you with an amused smirk. "We haven’t ordered food yet.” “Shut up-” You muttered, quickly leaving the flat as you entered the elevator. This was not how you wanted things to pan out.
Out of all the questions or dares he could’ve done- why did it have to be Marc to create that dare? Was there a god or something after you? You sighed under your breath, stepping out of the building as you ran a hand against your face.
“There is certainly nothing after you, little dove.”
You jumped, your hand moving down to your racing heart. Looking at the bandaged man with widened eyes. When in the hell did he get here? “Khonshu- what the fuck- Don’t scare me like that!"
"My apologies, little dove, you were merely thinking if anything was after you. If that were true, I would protect you." He spoke, looking at you from the alley as he stood at his full height.
You furrowed your eyebrows, moving your hand down as you looked at the god. Why in the- "Khonshu, why were you in my head? Look- if this is about what Layla said, let’s just forget about everything like that and continue on with our lives. Deal?” You held your hands up, looking at him as you gave the offer.
“Little dove, the idea of you with another makes me filled with enraged emotions. I would rather be cast in stone than see you with a worm that cannot provide what you are worthy of."
"Khonshu-"
"You are like a mourning dove, little one. You give faith to others and show love to those you like. You have shown love to me and in return, the idea of you being with another fills my being with a rage unquelled."
The god spoke, stepping closer as the wind slowly picked up in small swirls against you. Your eyes widened slightly as the 'breeze’ pushed against your legs to push you closer to the egyptian immortal. "Khonshu.. If this is because of the dare-"
"I can asure you, my mourning dove, it is not from what those mortals said. You are special to me in a multitude of ways, and one of those is making me feel certain ways that I believed were impossible."
He murmured, looking at you as he rested a hand against his staff. "What will you choose, mourning dove?”
Thoughts of Kai Chisaki slowly becoming obsessed over his dentist…
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“Chisaki?”
The masked man looked up from his seat in the waiting room as he set aside the magazine that he had been glancing through with gloved hands. It was his regular examination for his dentist’s office, he should be done soon enough.
“The dentist does have an open seat but there is a slight change with the doctor that normally does your check-ups. We do have an open chair on a different dentist, but we do understand if you’d prefer to wait for your regular dentist.”
An assistant spoke towards the masked man, nervously messing with their hands as the man arched a brow.
His schedule was already prepared for other tasks to complete. It would be redundant to wait even longer for an appointment he has had scheduled for months now. Waiting would be a waste of his time, this was just a check-up.
Chisaki sighed behind his mask, observably golden irises looking down at the mousy assistant. “I will take the chair open currently if it means the routine can continue as scheduled.” So long as he gets out at the scheduled time, the routine can continue as planned.
“Great! Follow me and they will see you in just a few minutes,” The assistant spoke with a relieved tone as they lead him to another office.
The smell of disinfectant was pungent in the air as the man sat in the chair. Parchment lining the seat as a disinfectant measure. A good precaution, with the different clientele here, Kai didn’t wish to gain anything from a passing germ.
His eyes glanced over at the small table next to the chair he sat in, tools neatly placed in clean paper towels. Whoever you were, it was clear that you kept your space clean and tidy, something he greatly appreciated.
His hands rested on his lap impatiently as his eyes flitted to where the door squeaked open. Finally, he could get this check-up complete. There was much to do to complete the steps to his business and tie away any possible loose ends from competitors.
“Ah, you must be Chisaki. I’m doctor l/n, I know you’re a regular for the other dentist but he’s doing an oral surgery right now and is pretty booked. In for a routine check-up, I see.” You hummed, quickly going over the items that the assistant had given you as you adjusted the sanitary mask.
Proper scrubs covered your form as the man’s eyes gazed over, watching you prepare the tools and set aside a new set of gloves. A mask covered the lower half of your face as it looped around the backs of your ears. You would definitely be a decent enough substitute for his regular dentist, talkative but it would be suitable.
Kai sighed quietly behind the mask before moving a hand up to undo the black mask so you could properly complete your job. Laying back against the chair as it declined slowly, the lights above his head shining into his pupils as he mulled over the plans in his head.
He slowly opened his mouth, feeling the utensils poke around his inner cheek as you hummed quietly. It seemed like you knew well enough as to what exactly you were doing.
“Oh wow-” You hummed, checking for anything in the man’s teeth as you muttered quietly to yourself. “You take really good care of your teeth, not one cavity or stain.”
Of course, he didn’t have anything wrong with his teeth, with the amount of care he puts into his body, why in the world would he have bad teeth? But… Why did it sound so good coming from your mouth? Having someone praise him like that…
The appointment well over well enough as Chisaki listened to the hushed words behind your mask. The giddiness inside his chest fluttered against his skin in a familiar sense- Why in the world was he feeling like this? How could someone like you do this to him?
“-And would you like to schedule your next appointment with your regular doctor?”
The receptionist looked up at the masked man as he arched a brow at her query. “Sir?”
“I will schedule with the doctor I was with today. My next cleaning should be in a few months, I want to be put on their schedule.”
-A night stroll turns into something with questionable morals..
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The night air was chilling, enough to send goosebumps up your skin, cracked sidewalks lit up from the building lights. Street lamps that flickered against the dark sky, music playing from your headphones, just quiet enough to know if someone were trailing behind your steps.
“Someone like you should be careful of where you walk,” A man spoke up, his posture relaxed as he lit the end of the pale stick held between his fingers. Staples trailed over the exposed skin, scarred purple flesh twisted again the healthy skin.
You knew who it was…
“I’m alright by myself.” You commented back, looking at the villain who stood back against the wall of the dingy bar. Music was loud enough to feel the vibrations of the bass through the concrete floors and bricked walls.
The loud music enveloped the quiet streets before the heavy door slammed itself shut, red wings curling around the tan jacket. Great another one- A hero. Not just any hero either-
“As much as I love my fans, gotta say- it is exhausting.” Hawks chuckled, fixing his gloves before looking up at the villain, golden irises trailing to you instead. “Who’s your friend? How much you wanna risk?”
The blond spoke, looking at you with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I’m not looking for somebody with some super human gifts.” You retorted back, looking at the blond hero.
Dabi snickered, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he shook his head slightly. His heel scuffing the dirt against the ground as he lifts himself off from the wall, his eyes watching the two beings before taking a few steps closer.
“Some superhero? Some fairy tale bliss?” His voice questioned with an amused leer to it as he rose his eyebrows, looking at the hero. His words a mocking tone to what Keigo’s profession was. “C'mon doll, come with me and I’ll show you what real fun is.”
His eyes turned to you, a cocky smirk resting on his lips as he chuckled lowly. “What’ll it be?”
Desire paths have led to many things in life, and in some cases, they become forgotten through the years. Never walk in a quiet forest, you never know what you might just find...
-C.W: yandere themes, reincarnation, mention of lucidity, mentions of death; destruction; war/battle
Part one- here | Part Two| Ko-fi Link
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There have always been a number of gods that plagued the Earth for centuries, some are dormant whilst others lay awake. Tilling the land to become fertile for scavengers to plant and nurture the various, living beings that everyone helped take care of. Villages were scattered across the lands. Textures only known by the gods above painted the air in forms of whitened streaks as darkened clouds that rolled against the sky’s horizon. Clashing colors of smoky blacks and of greys that ranged from the darkest charcoal to the lightest shades of steel and smoke.
Tiled roofs of imbrices and tegulae overlapped one another, as more important buildings were tiled with pieces of bronze, marble, or even gilt fired against the tiled elements. Communal buildings were shared amongst the people, worshippers, and travelers alike seeking shelter from the seasonal storms or the wrath of an angry god and goddess. Desire paths lead throughout the villages, leading animals and people to their chosen destinations. Many different paths strayed in different and similar directions, all leading to different desires chosen.
One path, in particular, led to the temple of two special gods that observed and cared for the lands that were under their reign. At first glance, a new worshipper would have held the belief that the two opposing forces were paired together from their appearances. Stories and tales portrayed the two gods as a form of yin and yang, diametrically opposed forces that lived in harmony with the other. The very few worshippers that managed to have seen the gods at the temple would say that they believed the wrong person to be in control of the dark and the light.
Each god that lived in the temple wore a simple chiton made from sheer linen that showed their outlines lain against the fabric. There were two gods in specific that lived amongst the carved stones of the temple that stretched across the forested land.
A golden-haired, lithe-figured god strolled throughout the quiet halls of moss-covered stones. A simple chiton covered his body, the fabric dyed a simple color of a dark, russian violet that complimented the god. He would be known as Yin.
As commonly known, with every Yin, there is a Yang.
The raven-haired god adorned a simple, white, chiton that brushed against the solid stones of the hall as he gazed at the scenery with his passive husband. His physique was moderately different compared to his lithe husband, a stronger physique built his human form.
Peaceful scenery filled the temple area, light streaked from the gaps of the leaves of the thick branches of the oak trees. Cracked and carved stones that built up intricate points of the temples edged walls as vines climbed between the cracks, morning glories peaking up into the sunlight. For a small moment, everything was peaceful with the quiet sounds of the linens as they brushed against the cusp of their ankles before stilling its movement.
Sadly nothing lasts forever-
Eons had long since passed from the temple’s once vibrant days. Many had come and gone from having their faith entrusted to the many deities that once roamed the lands, to forgoing faith in its entirety. Wars had broken out over gods and those that believed in them, murder and genocide streaked the world as olde gods let themselves fall comatose. Only a few lucky ones managed to bring themselves back into the world as different beliefs rose and fell through the world.
Two gods were lucky enough to acclimate, favoring holding their power in those that believed in yin and yang rather than the old offers that the passing travelers would set down for safe travels across the globe.
Neither were ever able to part from the massacred ruins of their temple, where they had once found love and joy in. Where peaceful sounds once filled the air; a deadly, chillfull quiet took place. A ruined temple standing in place of a god's wrath.
Rushed footsteps pounded against the dirt, unknown forces leading down the faded and overgrown desire path that led to a forgotten temple. To those who had forgotten, the forest seemed untamed. Overgrown with weeds, vines, and moss alike -shaping around hanging limbs and fallen trees- Everything had been destroyed. What once shaped pathways through the wooded land had become cracked and buried ‘neath scorned and scorched earth.
Everything had turned quiet, yet no peace was found in the scorched woods.
‘Faster.. Faster… Faster!’
Never travel alone. That’s what everyone always said, that was the rule. If you’re going to go somewhere, never attempt to travel alone unless necessary.
Some tourists never seemed to listen. Antagonizing jeers of drunken men faded as you forced yourself to run faster, stumbling against upturned roots as decay coiled against the greenery. Nothing good would come if anyone stepped over the line. No one ever came back the same.
The boundary line was something natives stayed aware of. The gods had set the burnt line years before anyone could remember, stories passed through generations to respect what they had done. Humanity had been the ones to set the first flame against the gods and incur their wrath; it was best to respect the line burned in stone from it.
Fallen trees spread across the decayed land as bugs made their way across the rotting bark that they called home, or food. No one could remember what the old temples looked like, architects could only attempt versions of the temples; Pastiche architecture brought ideas of what the buildings could look like.
What was once filled with vibrant life now cloaked itself with darker greens. Clashing against decayed browns, faded yellows, a hopeful speck of maroon and gold sparked against the undersides of the leaves. To have seen the forest in its once abundant state would be considered a dreamer’s wish.
Natives who survived off the lands shared stories with their families, making sure that no one would attempt to break the boundary. It had been created for a reason.
Measures had always been taken to make sure everyone stayed safe. Natives, travelers, and wanderers alike were meant to be kept safe from the line that featured the power that the gods held in their palms.
Muted footsteps pounded against the ground, pushing through thorned stems that pricked at your legs as the plants brushed back to cover the faded desire path that led into the woods. The world was put on mute.
At least, that’s what it seemed. How else could one ever explain the unnatural quiet that lurked amongst the shadows, grazing its claws against your back to draw away lurking visitors and those that didn’t belong?
“Silence is the most powerful scream-” That’s all that could come to mind as you looked around the forest, chest rising and falling as you made attempts to catch your breath. Heart pounding in your ears as your eyebrows drew together, where the hell were you?
Animals had long since fled away from what they had reserved as home when the first scream pierced the air so many decades ago. Measly things had stayed, broken stones and boulders that formed unstable foundations; trees fallen from being wounded –leaning against one another akin to a soldier fallen during battle.
The gods were angered that day. Angered. Irate.
That’s what the survivors had told the new generations, warning to never cross behind the back of a god. ‘Least they fear the wrath of what created the deafening yell, destroying the temple and all its remains.
What was unknown, hidden beneath the layers of ferocity, was distress— a cry for someone, anyone, to bring them back.
The world had become broken that day as the temple became destroyed and buried amongst the land, trees, and moss acting as a shield to cover the shelter. Some would utter words of disgust under their breath, others would simply turn their backs on the ruined building, but the few others– One word could only be said…
“Beautiful…” The word slipped past your lips before you could catch it. You brushed your hand against the hanging vines, giving yourself an opening before slipping past to the other side. Mossy stones stacked against each other with carved divots. “This place—” You tentatively moved forward, taking small steps into the beginnings of the temple as you brushed your fingers against the stone. “Something bad happened…”
Your words couldn’t have been more true, something bad occurred and no mortal man could ever have done the destruction. The temple's beauty still buried in the markings on its walls, as vines coiled like snakes against broken pillars. No mortal man could ever have caused this much destruction and yet, have kept the temple’s beauty alive.
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“Sho, someone’s here.” His words laced with worry as he turned to look at his dark-haired partner. A shaky hand clasping the other’s for comfort as Hizashi knit his eyebrows closer. “I can hear the footsteps, someone’s here.”
He whispered the last word cautiously as his partner gave a small look. Shouta didn’t have to say anything as he shared a look with the blond man, words needn’t be said as he gave a small nod. An unsaid rule took place as he let go of Hizashi’s hand, trailing his fingers against the other’s palm. They just needed to protect the temple, he’d protect it like always.
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Your footsteps echoed quietly against the broken floor, greenery encased the broken, swirled patterns. The temple was broken, embraced with the heart of the forest instead as moss, vines, and climbing plants held the temple together.
Glazed black and white chipped tiles patterned the mossy floor as your shoe nudged against a dirt-covered tile. Your eyebrows furrowed as you crouched down to look at the piece, it was just big enough to fit against your palm as you cautiously picked it up.
“What?” You muttered, brushing your thumb against the dirt as white and black slowly became uncovered. “Yin and Yang..”
You looked up, swallowing as your eyes grazed over the broken statues before slowly standing back up with the taijitu in hand. “This is a temple- That’s it, I’m going crazy.” A breathless, stressed smile pressed against your mouth as you gave a breathless laugh. “There is no way in hell that this place is what they were talking about.”
This temple wasn’t supposed to exist, right?
Stories about this place surrounded the town, the older generations would talk about the stories revolving around this place.
“-’fraid so, buttercup.”
A voice came from behind you as you jumped, clutching the stone tightly against your palm as your eyes widened at the man. This- This had to be a dream, you were dreaming? Right-?
You swallowed thickly, taking a small step away from the man as your eyes ran over his form. The dyed cotton tunic that covered his upper body, was dyed a soft powder blue that seemed to match the untamed hair that sat atop his head -wild, unruly- almost like the mane of a lion that one would see when visiting.
A bright grin that never seemed to leave the man’s face, bearing his teeth in a way one would approach a close friend that you haven’t seen in a long time. Even the man’s eyes, shining with the brightest capability he seemed to possess naturally. Electric blue- that was the only way that seemed to give some semblance of a name to the never-ending shades built up in the iris.
A soft breeze brushed against the cusp of your pants as the small cloud that the man sat atop of dissipated into the air. This- This couldn’t have been real… The man held a strong build, with broad shoulders and toned arms. His skin tanned from what you could only guess was through years of working in the sun and yet he showed no sign of aging past his youthful looks, with bright eyes that held soft lines at the corners brought out by the smile he bore.
His right hand curled around smoothed wood of a quarterstaff, the darkened oak seemingly light as a feather in his touch as he brought the staff behind his shoulders, lifting his free arm around it. His eyes never seeming to leave you as he cocked his head to the side in a soft gesture.
“You remember them, don’t you?”
He softly questioned, his eyebrows drawing together slowly as he mulled over the silence that filled the air. You had to remember them, it was only a few days ago that he saw you the last time with the others. When Sho and ‘Zashi would go in the gardens and they’d watch him paint the sky with clouds, blissfully enjoying the bright laughter and points of when one of you would teasingly make shapes from his creations.
“ –Buttercup?”
No. No no no… this had to be a dream. A messed up, lucid, hallucination… “You do know them, right?” The tanned man pointed a hand towards the taijitu still in your hand, the black and white perfectly swirled together. “You.. remember them.”
It wasn’t a question. The man spoke clearly, confusion lacing his tone as he looked at you, his right foot slowly dragging forward before being followed by his left. How did you not remember?.. It was only a few days ago that he saw you last. He watched as you took a small step back in return to him moving closer, your fingers twitching against the soft edge of the symbol.
“I- I don’t know you, I’m sorry..” You shook your head, swallowing thinly as you felt the anxiety slowly build inside your chest. This- you were just dreaming, it had to be a dream…
Camboy! Hari who knows how he affects the small viewers that show to watch him on the regularly streamed videos. There’s never many viewers but who’s to care? His day job pays him well enough as is and he doesn’t need tips that badly
Camboy! Hari who keeps himself ‘entertained’ throughout the entire stream by watching the chat and giving small glimpses or touches to himself just to pass by time
Who lets his professional mindset wander on if his boss would ever stumble across what Hari does in his open time. Hari’s a good worker, getting everything done and minding his business, he’s never been one to mistrust.
Camboy! Hari who strokes himself casually, small groans rarely leaving him as it becomes a game within the chat to get him to moan. Cock ring nestled to the base as it occasionally turns on when a small tip comes through. The bigger the tip, the higher the frequency.
There hadn’t been anything interesting going on in the site, not many had been streaming or posting much new content. You were just about to give up and just watch something else before stumbling across the livestream, the chat staying active with begs for someone to tip. It was worth the shot-
It was a small amount at first, just a few dollars to see what would happen as Hari’s breath hitched against his throat. His grip faltering ever slightly against his cock as he eyed the chat cautiously, an amused smirk playing against the corner of his lips. His voice was calm as he welcomed the newest tipper, eyes reading over the name with a hum
People kept spamming to send more, to get higher- Sending a slightly bigger amount, you could hear the toy buzzing as it turned higher with a dull hum against the man. Your username gliding off his tongue as he read it off before arching a brow at the computer.
Camboy! Hari who’s intrigued by his new regular. Sending tips on the occasion, never every time he would stream- Sometimes he would try to goad the viewers for his own amusement, reading over the words swiftly as he aimed to find any comment of yours at the moment. He’s intrigued, and want to have more.
cw: Mention of power imbalance, misogyny, bones moving/transformation
W.I.P for @dabislittlebeaniebaby--
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‘Once upon a time, a handsome young prince lived in a castle. Although he had everything his heart desired… the prince was selfish and unkind. He taxed the village to fill his castle with the most beautiful objects. And his parties with the most beautiful people.’
Dabi snapped his fingers, leaning against his chair as the piano slowly filled the air, the women curtsied before standing back up, turning to one another as they began to dance. Dabi moved to his feet, joining amongst the midst of women adorned in white dresses with elegant hairstyles. He swayed with the different dancers, switching between different partners as he moved through the gaps of the groups with ease.
He could tell some of the women wanted to be with him, in one way or another, who wouldn’t want to be with a prince? He could have anything he wanted handed to him at a moments notice and barely lifted a finger for his needs.
His face contorted slightly as the song picked up its pace, the women moving faster as he swayed between them, barely paying them a passing glance now as he looked back at where his golden chair was. Women giving him smiles as they moved past him to the song.
A knock against the window broke the song as everyone paused in their motions, eyes drawn to the sound as rain poured outside of the castle. The doors opened with a gust of wind as the candles on the chandeliers blew out from the force, a hunched figure clothed in a dark cloak walked in as they walked with a stick.
Dabi grasped onto one of the candelabrum as it was handed to him by one of the servants, his head whipping back to the unknown figure walking into his castle.
‘Then one night an unexpected intruder arrived at the castle… seeking shelter from the bitter storm.’
Dabi marched forward, holding the candle in front of his gaze to look at the hunched figure who kneeled down in front of the prince. Wrinkled lines were etched into the elderly womans face as she looked up at the prince. The woman cautiously held up her hands, bringing up a dark flower with its petals in full bloom as she looked up at the prince.
‘As a gift, she offered the prince, a single rose.’
Dabi’s face became etched in disgust as he looked at the woman, her offering was pitiful at best to him. A mocking laugh made its way up his throat as he turned to look at the others behind him, laughing with a mocking grin.
The women began to laugh as well, most likely either agreeing with the prince’s notion, or merely attempting to win his favor. Some offered looks of disgust at the haggard woman as they looked at each other.
‘Repulsed by her haggard appearance,’ Dabi took the base of the flower between his fingers as he brought it up to his face with a disgusted look etched across his face. ‘The prince turned the woman away.’
He made a small look before throwing the flower back down in front of the woman with a disgusted scoff under his breath. He was a prince, he had whatever he wanted and his castle was already surrounded by carefully trimmed flower bushes that gave beautiful roses. Why would he ever settle for less?
‘But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances. For beauty is found within.’
‘When he dismissed her again.. The old woman’s outward appearance melted away.’
Magic slowly wrapped around the cloaked woman as the party guests gasped, stepping back away from the prince and the woman. Dabi took a step back as well as he watched the woman take the rose from the floor, rising to her feet
‘To reveal… a beautiful enchantress.’
Dabi could hear the guests and servants alike gasping as they attempted to move away. He fell to his knees as he gazed up at the woman, turning his head back as the guests screamed before running away from the enchantress.
‘The prince begged for forgiveness, but it was too late. For she had seen that there was no love in his heart.’
Everyone attempted to run away, pushing through the open door to leave the castle as the enchantress looked at the prince.
‘As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast. And placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.’
Dabi groaned in pain as he felt his bones begin to grow, magic seeping into his body as fur grew and covered his skin. His teeth sharpening to form more of a beastly appearance as horns sprouted from his scalp, a roar escaping his throat. Anger coursed through his body as he dragged his claws across the painting, digging across the inked page and over what he had once looked like in disgust.
‘As days bled into years, the prince and his servants were forgotten by the world. For the enchantress had erased all memory of them… from the minds of the people they loved. But the rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell… the spell would be broken.’
‘If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.’
The beast cupped a clawed hand over the glass capsule that held the cursed rose, petals already had began to form on the bottom as winter seemed eternal in the castle.
‘As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?’
