Beautiful Dealbreaker
There was a game of football on the television. Kouji was sitting leaned against Takuya, laptop on his lap and working on an article while Takuya watched the game. Takuya’s fingers were trailing along a scar on Kouji’s arm. Kouji didn’t mind, he traced their outlines himself sometimes in order to calm down. But Takuya had a frown on his face and Kouji couldn’t understand why.
As the game was nearing its end Kouji closed the laptop. Takuya’s hand stopped. Kouji turned towards him, crossed his arms over his chest.
”What?”
”What what?”
”You’re thinking about something”, Kouji gestured at Takuya. ”What is it?”
”Just…”
Takuya gestured back at Kouji. At the scar he had just been tracing. Kouji felt irritation make its way through him.
”You’ve never thought about getting those fixed?” Takuya asked. ”I know a guy, I could take you to him.”
Kouji’s body turned to ice. He grabbed the laptop.
”It’s just scars”, he said.
”Yeah, but they’re ugly”, Takuya explained.
Kouji’s stomach hurt. He stared at Takuya, didn’t find any words. Takuya pulled a hand through his hair, leaned closer to Kouji and grabbed his chin.
”My partner should be beautiful. Perfect”, Takuya purred. ”Like me.”
He leaned in for a kiss. Kouji slammed the laptop in Takuya’s face and stood up. Takuya’s nose was bleeding, but Kouji was too angry to care. His scars were part of him, his history, reminders of his adventures. If that was a deal breaker…
”Find another partner”, Kouji hissed.
”What the hell, man?!” Takuya shouted and held a hand against his nose. ”I was just offering help!”
Kouji turned his back to Takuya, walked away.
”I’m going to the others. Don’t call me.”
He grabbed his backpack, didn’t stop to grab his coat and shoes. He slammed the door shut behind him, got on his bike and drove away from Takuya’s house.
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tw: stepcest, noncon/dubcon, age gap (20s-50s), pet play, creepy-stepdad-könig, pervy-könig, fem!reader, daddy issues (kinda?) gross&mean men :(.
stepdad könig would love to treat his dumb stepdaughter like an animal, to put you in your place.
whenever your mother is away, your stepfather has full control over you. you're so easily manipulated and influenced; you'll listen to whatever he says and preform it eagerly, just to make him happy in the hopes of getting some validation from a male figure in your life. stuff that consists of you being humilated and taunted, embarrassed and degraded like you're worth nothing, that your only job is to be good for your perverse, greedy, selfish stepfather.
he even has a cage in the basement, something your mother doesn't know about. she's away on a business trip for her work, unaware and fully trusting of her husband to leave him with you. he'll collars you, putting you into the dog cage and locking it there. if you're hungry, he'll treat you to his special. just open your mouth, let him cover your eyes-- oh, and relax your throat a little, schatz!
you're always on edge around him. you know exactly what he's like, his disgusting and deranged needs for his college stepdaughter.
fighting sleep in the dog cage in fear that he'll sneak down and take advantage of you when you're unexpecting and easy. he's done it before. you were awoken to the feeling of pain down between your thighs. feeling sensitive and raw, you opened your eyes, hearing heavy breathing. unable to see who it was, you listened... and when you struggled against him, a familiar voice whispered beside your ear, in an attempt to soothe you. “it’s alright, liebling.-- let your stepfather take what he deserves, prinzessin...”
you can only shake and sob when you're underneath him. it's humilating — humilating to sit in a bath while he watches from above, scarily and eerily perving on you. his hands never leave, the reach lower ‘til they're pumping inside you. and when you're quiet, he pets you like an obedient dog, a good dog learning. he always brushes aside your worries selfishly for his own gross, disgusting needs...
“relax, my dear. let me fill this pretty pussy..-ja, you take it so well, no need to panic, my girl.”
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probably my favourite bit of the fandom's treatment of Crowley is the almost paganistic way of choosing the pronouns. you may generally go the easy route with he/him most prevalent in the show, but we all understand it's in the loosest way possible, barely attached to her presentation. he's a demon, c'mon. you need to feel out the vibes, look at the weather and the current state of affairs, it shall be revealed from the Energy around. he's such a nerd, they're more beautiful than the wine-dark sea, she's my wife. i want them upside down sleeping on the ceiling, she would lead men like sir John Franklin his Arctic expedition. on occasion it's a drawn out snake/hiss, other times a dark glasses grin emoji will suffice. don't even get me started on the Nanny, i dare not to utter the name without bowing down in reverence first. what a gift that keeps on giving
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