โ ghh ! . . โ gaze sharpening as he was powerless to stop dabi from doing just about anything. itโs humiliating how he had to rely on him just so he wouldnโt fall.
โ itโs a bodily reaction. nmm . . โ he countered , โ doesnโt mean i want you. donโt get it twisted. โ
"Fix that mouth now. Already know how heavy my hand can get."
Forcing a knee between his legs, dragging him closer, lifting his chin to keep eye contact.
"Such a whore for getting forced, yer probably dripping already, huh?"
truly , heโd become more pliant than before , just like that. though , mentally he still seemed to hold up well.
โ f - fuck you . . โ he already felt lightheaded , gagging at the impending feeling of throwing up. he clung to the villain tightly , seeing as he couldnโt stand.
"There we go...."
Bottle pulled out and thrown away, yet again grabbing him by the CHEEKS of his FACE.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now you're so much more bearable."
"There we go...."
Bottle pulled out and thrown away, yet again grabbing him by the CHEEKS of his FACE.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now you're so much more bearable."
ah , he probably shouldnโt have provoked him.
the alcohol frothed and bubbled on his lips immediately as he had no choice but to keep swallowing.
his wings slowly began drooping down as a sign that the fight in his body was giving up.
"Think I won't?"
Grabbing his jaw and forcing his mouth open, the bottle top is forced down his mouth, till the tip reached his uvula.
Grip too tight for him to pull away as the drink went straight into his system.
Clicking his tongue, backhanding him in the cheek. Grabbing him back by the head and pressing the bottle to his lips.
"Open your fuckin mouth."
Annoyed, he was being nice, but Hawks clearly didn't deserve, or want, nice.
Swinging the bottle side to side, tilting his head with a wide smile.
" Gonna open your mouth yourself or do I need to force this down too? "
He's already bringing it to his, still forced open, mouth.
โ dabi โ โ
choking on the liquid as it burned through his throat. his wings fluttered erratically.
โ b - bastard. โ
he could already feel the heat rising to his cheeks.
Catching it before it fell, he raises a brow at him and, forcing his head back, and then dumping the alcohol right now his gullet.
"So nice indeed, want another?"
Already reaching for the entire bottle.