Himiko wanted to reach out and cut her own throat as she heard the walls creak. She was alone again and she loathed it. She wanted to drown in her lovers' affection, but Zuzu and Cheeky left to go do...something, so she was by herself for the first time in what felt like forever. She hated the silence, the emptiness of her home. She wanted to feel Zuzu's being just breathe and jump and talk to fill the air or even Cheeky to mildly berate her like a loving sister.
But they were gone for now and she had to wait in this dumpy little apartment for the two people who made her life worth a damn. She had half a mind to call them up, just to hear them talk, but she didn't. Instead Himiko got off her now empty bed and turned to her dresser. It was a pain to hide all her knives from Cheeky, yet that wasn't what she wanted at the moment. Pulling the bottom drawer out, the blonde reached in to grab an old cardboard box no bigger than a human head.
There was a tripod next to it, so she took that as well and set it up. Going to double check that the front door and her bedroom door was locked, Himiko came back and opened the box. Inside was an ancient super eight video camera and a few video tapes, most of which were blank. Testing the power switch she found that the batteries still worked so she flipped the "eject" button on the side and put one of the blank tapes inside the device.
Centering it on herself, Himiko tried to make herself seem less unkempt, but gave up halfway. It wasn't like anyone else would see this. Breathing deeply, she relaxed herself as she got up to hit the "record" button. The emergence of a red light told her it was rolling, so she began to speak.
"Today is December 18, 2126 and I'm Himiko...Ito, I'm making this as a series of video diaries to monitor my life and vent out my thoughts. This is video log number 126 if I remember right."
She sighed for a moment as she moved to sit cross legged on the bed.
"So it's been five days since Ochako pushed her way into my relationship with Izuku and frankly it still pissed me off that I have to share some of his attention, but on the other hand I'm a little grateful to Cheeky since she can take care of him if something goes wrong between me and him. That being said, I rather like having her in bed with me and him. Izuku can't get enough of her chubby body and I'm more than excited to have her screw with me. Well, that and how Izuku manages to do everything he can to make us feel good."
A despondent gloom came over the blonde as she continued to stare into the camera.
"I'm still feeling like shit for not letting Zuzu take me. He wants me like nothing else, he loves me and does everything in his power to please me, but I can't just spread my legs for him? Of course not, because if I drop my guard then he might find out who I was and leave. The man I gave my last shred of innocence to would be gone from my life forever."
She smiled maniacally as she thought about the previous events of the week.
"The fucking bastard out right said he wanted to marry me, even after I abused the fuck out of him. I slapped him, bit him, sliced him up and drank his blood and he still said those things. It wasn't an empty promise either, he meant it and I could see it in his eyes that he did. Half of the time he'll cling to me and just give me every bit of passion he can and...I like it. I really, really like it even if I won't say it to his face."
More turmoil played out on her soul as she stared into the camera.
"I honestly can't imagine my life without him anymore. Sure he's goofy and gross and a wet nap of a person who isn't good at anything other than maybe pleasuring me, but he's mine. He's been nothing but loyal and kind and there hasn't been much to change that even with Cheeky around. He always makes time for me and lets me have my way with him. Then his blood...how would I even begin to describe it?"
She knew a rosy tint had come over her cheeks and she was fighting to hold back a grin.
"It has this good, healthy aroma that's always loaded with copper and iron. Half the time I can still smell it on my breath even a day later if I take only a single gulp and the taste, it changes with what he eats, but it's always so sweet and tart. Almost like pomegranates or a dark sweet."
She giggled childishly to herself as she reached to grab a pillow and wrap her body around it as a tingle ran through her. She knew she was losing herself, but right now was safe. Zuzu was with Cheeky and away from her and even then they weren't having their fun so she could let her fantasies out through words. Better than letting them build up until she snapped. Though, so long as she had fun with Zuzu and kept her diet up to date then she wouldn't have any massive psychosis. Still she shivered as she recalled finally getting to cut him.
The wonderful fear and apprehension on his handsome face as she pulled out the razor, god she could still feel how her hands sweated as she brought over his skin. But the thing that made her squeal was how he gave himself to her. He offered himself to her whims and tastes without much hesitation and she didn't blame him. It meant Zuzu was right in the head enough that she wouldn't have to worry about him egging her on or demanding worse things like those people who might be called her ex's. Granted the image of him with those thick, heavy leather binds around his arms while he waited for her on the bed just made some part of her brain buzz as she had a pocket knife in her hand that was slick with just enough blood to get her really excited.
Himiko kept giggling to herself and the recording camera as she began to roll around on the mattress as a strange throbbing stung at the roots of her teeth. She could feel her womanhood warm up at the increasing catalog of memories of how she had tasted his blood and saw that wonderful expression as he leaned in to escape the pain. He treated her in return and just made a situation that already made her feel good a thousand times better.
Tricky little bastard just loved slipping his fingers in her didn't he? He loved her, needed her, needed the things she did to him, didn't he? He was just as fucked up as her so it was perfect. They were perfect for each other.
She started to babble and coo little nonsense as she lost more of herself, rolling around with a slight tremor to her body as her mind went elsewhere.
"Useless little bastard…you horrible waste of a man, who loves you? Who loves you, who? Not your bitch whore of a mother. Nobody loves you, not a damn soul because you're a worthless piece of garbage, but you don't need anyone else. Not when you have me around, not when you have your Mommy. I'll beat you and cut you and slap you, just like my mommy did, but you're mine."
She went on in her delirium as she let go of the pillow and began to curl up into a ball. Drool was threatening to drip off her top pair of fangs as she kept smiling as more heat was coming from the very center of her core.
"You're a worthless little fucker that everyone hates, they despise you Zuzu. But I don't, nope, nope, nope. I wanna mess you up and see that pretty blood leak out of such nice little cuts while you just hold onto me. I know you wanna put a baby in me, I can smell on you most days and I see it in your eyes. You wanna take me and make me so happy, I know you do."
Her breath was coming out ragged and hot as her heart pounded at the thoughts in her head that made her keep spasming.
"I might let you if you ask nicely, if you beg in the right way then I'll give you myself. But it's a bum deal for you isn't it? Who'd wanna marry a monster? You do you cute fucker, you do."
Reaching over to the pillow as her hand brushed against it in her motions, Himiko sunk her teeth in as those sharp fangs effortlessly punched through the fabric before she pulled away carefully, fully expecting blood to fill her mouth. She kept laughing and giggling like she was a teenager again.
"I love you, you big baby. You useless, dumb, rejected, waste of space, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."
The voice was quiet and mouse like as her excitement constrained her vocal cords, but it faded even more intensity as she spoke. She wanted blood, preferably his blood, her Zuzu's crimson. Himiko felt her forearm slip into her maw as she began to heave heavy breaths to keep laughing and cool the heat that was making her cheeks practically glow red. Her brain traveled to the image of Uraraka and that beautiful, chubby body that looked handcrafted to rear children.
Some of the heat died and with it came a spark of lust driven anger at the interruption. She didn't want to cut Cheeky, she hadn't for a long time, even if it was from a place of affection. Her old crush had withered away, but she certainly didn't wish ill on the woman and she had little problem sharing her baby with her after all she did for her and suffered. Yet soon more heat came back as the smell of blood teased her nostril in her mind.
If Cheeky wanted to have her man, her only thing of worth, then she needed to know her place. Oh, she would lay a hand on the woman, why would she when Uraraka was too strong to break unless it shifted to actual torment. No, as Himiko began to touch and grab at herself as this high brought on a sweat, she couldn't stop seeing that bitch's face as she took Zuzu with a knife in hand.
She would push the man who adores her to the floor and claim him right in front of the heroine before letting him finish right inside her. Then while Zuzu was awash in the afterglow, she'd kiss him and drag the blade over the length of his chest. Nothing deep enough to touch an artery, but certainly enough to leave a scar, especially as she dragged her tongue in the weeping shallow in his body.
Then and only then would she even consider letting that sow touch her Zuzu. If Cheeky wanted his baby then alright. They could fuck, but only after she had him and got to play with them both. She didn't want to mark the brunette, she wasn't good enough for that much of her love anymore and she didn't want it either. No, her body, her darkened soul and every little demented tick she had belonged to Zuzu now.
He wanted it and thus she would give only to him. Though she felt a sharp pain as the fear of them both running away together due to her not having a baby with Zuzu as well simmered through her fantasies, but it faded soon enough as she kept imagining what it felt like to give herself to him and mark him forever.
"If that fat bitch wants my Zuzu, then I'll whip and whip her until she learns what's best. Then I'll tie her up like I taught her and I'll show exactly what'll happen. We'll use her till she breaks again and again and again since Zuzu deserves something nice. That pointless little freak, I wanna spoil you so badly."
Her feet were kicking in the air as she imagined what she and Izuku would do to her savior. Maybe if she taught him right, he'd knick her or bite her. Another wave of heat came as she saw Ochako's skin with burning red marks as Izuku was covered in fresh little cuts and bites when he flogged her with his own belt, all the while she's egging him on and just playing with their adoring bodies until they simply can't continue. She grinned for a moment as she heard the woman call her Zuzu "Daddy" as he took her from behind while Himiko bit deep into one of his sweet spots.
Oh that would be so wonderful. She could definitely make it work and it wouldn't take too long either. Just the right words and Izuku would get his own delight.
She inhaled and giggled once more as she thought about the steps it would take, but as if by some divine hand, Himiko felt the heat creep away from her and her senses return as she slowly sat up. Most of the fantasies were still fresh in her mind, but she had no concept of how long it lasted or what she had said while under the sway of her urges. There was a taste of cotton in her mouth and she saw the set of holes in one of her pillows.
Alright, so she hadn't broken anything. That was a win in her books.
Brushing herself off and getting up from the bed, she cut the recording and put the camera away after popping the tape out. She grimaced at the fact she would have to show this to Ochako as part of her parole, but it had to be done.
Putting it on her dresser, Himiko walked over to the kitchen and downed one of her many packets of blood like her quirk doctor told her to do after a non-violent episode. Throwing the drained pack away, she moved herself to her laptop and opened a blank document and began to vent her fantasies to the screen. Strangely, she felt like this new novel would be something close to a bit.
Two hours of productive work later, the front door swung open and her lovers walked in with bags of groceries, looking refreshed and gleeful to be in each other's presence. Then they both turned to her and Himiko knew they were going to grab her the second they were able. It wasn't a lusty thing, but they were insanely cuddly.
She actually felt bad about having to ruin the good mood, but she had a legal obligation to inform Ochako about her episodes and show she would. Standing up from her chair, Himiko stared at the woman with gloom about her.
"Hey Cheeky, I need to talk to you alone for a moment."
Izuku and the heroine flinched at her dreadfulness, but like the angel she was, Ochako followed her into the bedroom. Pursing her lips, Himiko hesitated a bit before handing the girl the tape.
"While you guys were gone I had another psychosis episode. It wasn't homicidal in nature, but it was violent. Not anymore then the usual shit in my dome, but...yeah. Also, I may have said somethings about you in here so I apologize in advance if it was anything weird."
The heroine studied the plastic brick in her hand for a moment with a seemingly endless supply of sympathy and kindness before giving the villainess the "I'm here for you if you need my help" look.
"That's fine Miko, but what exactly happened? Were you having a quirk fit?"
The blonde blushed slightly and looked to the ground.
"No, nothing that serious. It was a lot more mundane since I wanted to make a diary while you guys were away and then I started thinking about Zuzu and the things we do, then it kinda snowballed until...I was in la la land."
Ochako pursed her lips at the fact and set the tape aside as she stepped forward to hug her. Letting Miko just hang off her for a bit before speaking up.
"I'll file this away tomorrow when I leave for work, but don't worry it won't be anything bad. Now can I do anything for you?"
The slasher sucked in air through her teeth as her latest fantasy still remained fresh in her mind.
"This is gonna sound weird, but...could you start calling Zuzu, Daddy?"
The question wasn't received with nearly the same level of repulsion, hesitation or indignation. Instead Ochako merely shrugged.
"Okay, I can do that."
Himiko blinked in astonishment.
"You're not gonna put up a little fight with this?"
The crimefighter rolled her eyes as she grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her forward.
"Miko, I've kissed you before and had a threesome with you and Zuki less than a week ago, this is nothing compared to that. Now, come on and help us make dinner."
Dragging her out to the living room, Ochako let go of the girl right as Izuku swooped in to scoop her up. He was kissing and grabbing and rubbing himself against her with every bit of comfort he could give, all the while looking like the happiest man on earth. Then the woman who was not being suffocated with affection spoke up as she flicked of the stove.
"Hey Zuki, I'm going to call you Daddy from now on when we aren't in public, understand?"
The man looked up from gripping his beloved darling with surprise, but looked to Himiko with an expression that asked "Do you mind this?" To which she gave a thumbs up, earning her a kiss that flattened her lungs as Izuku made his way to their lover.
"Sure thing Rosie, now how exactly do we make this recipe work?"
Without another word she proceeded to smack him right on the ass the second he stepped into the kitchen and gestured to the upper cabinets with a spatula.
"You just prep the ingredients while the oven warms up, Miko will set the table and I'll handle getting everything right, okay Daddy?"
He leaned over and grabbed the brunette by the hips, kissing her deeply before grinning like a madman.
"Sure thing darling. We'll get this done soon enough."
Receiving another kiss from the man who she adores Himiko was wordlessly dismissed as he began to sort the foodstuffs after washing his hands. Only to have Ochako grip her by the rim of the pants on the way out and kiss her as well. The woman winked at her and swatted her on the ass as she turned to do her self prescribed duty.
Spreading the silverware and plates in order, Himiko had gotten a sneaking suspicion as the two of her lovers eyed each other and her that she may get her desires fulfilled, but more than she hoped for.
And for some reason that scared her.