The other humans just beg for death but you? Izuku quirks an eyebrow, flipping through a book and tossing it aside. Bakugou growls again, but paused mid insult to consider what Deku meant. A small chuckle made him snap his head up to glare at his roommate. You got any bright ideas? Bakugou stares at the floor, considering the plan.
Possessive, demanding hands tighten in your hair, and his tail flicks, coils tensing and shifting almost subconsciously. His power, the magnetic draw of his aura; it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Wrapped up in his coils. Reader is gender-neutral. Dark hoists you into the air with ease, leaving you hanging upside-down in his grip. There could be entire galaxies in those pupils of his alone; they leave you star-struck and captivated, even as you desperately try to break free from them.
All you can see is endless black. All the blood is rushing to your head, and making you feel even more lightheaded. His snake-like lower body moves like lightning. Your fingers twitch, clutching at the coils wrapped around you; strong, smooth, such beautiful iridescent black scales. Your mouth falls slack, eyes losing their light.
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You can feed me. You can feel yourself fading. He pulls you closer to him, his coils ever-tightening. Even as you try to scrabble away, his tail only winds further up your leg, and you can feel the power of the muscles as they roil against you. A taste of your essence. But gorgeous.
What… do you want.
Why would there be anything you want? Shadows gathering around him as his power expands, red and blue writhing in vicious delight, an expression of pleasure written across his face. His coils tighten until your bones creak, and you tremble and convulse in his grip.
Or perhaps I could tighten my tail around you until your bones snap, then drink the marrow from them. To get lost in those eyes.
The fangs that come after it draw an outright whimper from you. You can hear your own racing pulse echoing in your ears, breaths rasping and choked. It makes it difficult to recall anything at all. You try to pull out of his grip with all your might, but only send yourself crashing to the ground.
Drowning in him. He could crush you in a heartbeat, you know that with sickening certainty.
Perhaps I could let you lie against me and warm my body with yours. Not a good ending. His voice is almost a purr, you can feel it as much as hear it.
Dark smiles coldly, eyes still trained on you with an icy impassiveness. This time, the way his tongue trails along the length of your throat is far more purposeful, and it makes you shiver. It tears all the way down the centre of your chest, from your jugular to your diaphragm, and you jerk in his grasp. A long, forked tongue flicks out and he tuts.
All you can manage are such weak, helpless convulsions. The very tip of his tail hooks beneath your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
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It was obvious from looking him, but feeling it even more so; the strength he has is unreal. Inhuman, perhaps… grey skin, broad shoulders and a leanly muscled torso, and then—not human at all, from the hips down.
Trying to escape was futile. His eyes glaze, burning darkly, as his aura tears into you. Forcing your eyes to meet his — red and cyan, just like his aura, but with slit pupils.
You should be flattered. Your body starts to go lax within his grasp, and somehow you almost enjoy it when his coils tighten around you even more. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth.
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Held, wanted. Dark huffs a sordid laugh as he considers it. It feels so safe, now, so secure. He reaches out, fingers wrapping around your throat and tilting your head back.
You want—to keep looking at him. He chuckles. You swallow. He raises himself on thick black coils, rolling his shoulders and resting his arms behind his back as he eyes you up and down. The way he stands seems so relaxed and uncaring, yet he carries himself with the heightened awareness of a predator ready to strike and any moment.
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Snake, instead. Dark leans in. Why had you ever tried to escape him? As it is, the way he squeezes around you is only in warning; enough to make your gasping breaths even more laboured, enough that you wince, enough that you know your place. And just like lightning, the tip of his tail wraps around your ankle, and you shriek.
A little twinge of trepidation pulls at your gut again, and Dark must be able to see it in your expression. He even unravels the tip of his tail from around your leg, but—oh, how foolish if you thought he was letting you go. He bites down on your throat. He lowers you back to the floor, none too gently.
Instead, his tail wraps around your waist, then around your whole body; coils looping and constricting, scales sliding across skin as you struggle against the inevitable. You should be afraid. You want to say his name. You could run forever and it would do no good. Powerful, graceful, and impossibly fast.