[through some stroke of fate or just dumb luck, kaiba had managed to avoid most of the hellish torture until now. sure, he had been scarred and burned by cultists, but he wasn't intimately acquainted with knives until now, as he's shoved into the nightmarish room with his sins laid out for all to see. or maybe just one person in this case.
he doesn't even look at the lists. instead, he stares warily at the blades as lucifer booms in his head.]
Well, this sucks.
[yeah. no kidding. he's not too fond of scars and that's exactly where this was headed.]
way down low. cw: drugs, alcohol, aphro
[against his better judgment, kaiba decides to check out the re-opened club penance. and regrets it immediately.
sex was sex. he doesn't care one way or another; he's had a few partners here and dalliances back home. so it doesn't bother him to see it on full display. it does bother him, however, that the demons keep needling him to shed his layers and even undress entirely. eventually he sates them by stripping down to skintight leather pants, which hug his hips and leave him bare above the waist. now he's on display too, sipping at his mojito and letting the drugs -- slipped into his drink -- lull him into submission.
for the most part, kaiba keeps to himself in the booth. but he's not adverse to company or conversation and may even be lured into a dance, if one chooses to engage him.]
we bonded. cw: dubcon
[as kaiba winds down in the club, he unwittingly gets roped into testing out hell's latest concoction: a curious drug said to bond people together.
it's exactly the sort of thing he would rather avoid. because people were pretty much the worst. even under the best circumstances, even with those he could tolerate, he kept them at a distance. it was easier that way, to act above it all. it was easier to seal those emotions shut and pretend they didn't exist. except he can't now.
when he locks eyes with you, it's pretty much over. intensity takes over. there's no escape from it.]
Hey. Come with me.
[where we they going? it didn't matter. he just knows they have to be together.]
wildcard.
[kaiba can also be found at helluva cup, bitching about pumpkin spice, or breaking curfew. feel free to run into him there or anywhere else! his "canon" scar has already been decided for the first prompt, but multiple threads are welcome. the second prompt is open to anything in the club as well. hit me up with any other ideas!]
seto kaiba | yugioh | ota
cw: cutting, blood, torture
[through some stroke of fate or just dumb luck, kaiba had managed to avoid most of the hellish torture until now. sure, he had been scarred and burned by cultists, but he wasn't intimately acquainted with knives until now, as he's shoved into the nightmarish room with his sins laid out for all to see. or maybe just one person in this case.
he doesn't even look at the lists. instead, he stares warily at the blades as lucifer booms in his head.]
Well, this sucks.
[yeah. no kidding. he's not too fond of scars and that's exactly where this was headed.]
way down low.
cw: drugs, alcohol, aphro
[against his better judgment, kaiba decides to check out the re-opened club penance. and regrets it immediately.
sex was sex. he doesn't care one way or another; he's had a few partners here and dalliances back home. so it doesn't bother him to see it on full display. it does bother him, however, that the demons keep needling him to shed his layers and even undress entirely. eventually he sates them by stripping down to skintight leather pants, which hug his hips and leave him bare above the waist. now he's on display too, sipping at his mojito and letting the drugs -- slipped into his drink -- lull him into submission.
for the most part, kaiba keeps to himself in the booth. but he's not adverse to company or conversation and may even be lured into a dance, if one chooses to engage him.]
we bonded.
cw: dubcon
[as kaiba winds down in the club, he unwittingly gets roped into testing out hell's latest concoction: a curious drug said to bond people together.
it's exactly the sort of thing he would rather avoid. because people were pretty much the worst. even under the best circumstances, even with those he could tolerate, he kept them at a distance. it was easier that way, to act above it all. it was easier to seal those emotions shut and pretend they didn't exist. except he can't now.
when he locks eyes with you, it's pretty much over. intensity takes over. there's no escape from it.]
Hey. Come with me.
[where we they going? it didn't matter. he just knows they have to be together.]
wildcard.
[kaiba can also be found at helluva cup, bitching about pumpkin spice, or breaking curfew. feel free to run into him there or anywhere else! his "canon" scar has already been decided for the first prompt, but multiple threads are welcome. the second prompt is open to anything in the club as well. hit me up with any other ideas!]