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BURNING DESIRE

Chapter 1

Dabi x fem!Reader

Warnings: none at the moment. Love at the first sight. This fanfiction will contain nsfw themes, will lead to smut soon. It will be extremely slow-burn, it will contain angst and drama. Depending on my mood it won’t be updated too fast with each chapter, but I’ll try my best. This will be alternated between Dabi’s POV and your own too.

Plot: You are a new recruit to the League of Villains. Coming from a dark past, you’ll try as much as you can to change this fucked up society and get your revenge. But what happens when feelings for a certain raven haired arsonist get in the way?

Comment if you wanna be tagged in the future chapters. All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

P.s the reader is extremely gorgeous and breathtaking (BECAUSE THATS HOW YOU ARE BETCH). The reader’s POV will come in the upcoming chapters.

Walking past the narrow street, Giran was eyeing the building where he was supposed to meet the new recruit. All he knew that the recruit was a girl, who Tomura Shigaraki had requested a few days ago for her to be found. Giran didn’t care what Tomura would do to her, all he wanted was the money in the end.

Finally finding the building, he almost stopped on his traces when he saw your figure walk out of it.

Damn, what a sight for sore eyes you were..

....

“A new female member? I’m so excited!” Toga said happily as she jumped around the place.

“I wonder what her quirk might be, since the leader specifically requested for her to be here” Spinner said.

“I bet she is awesome! No, she could be a bitch!” Twice exclaimed. All this talking and babbling around were getting into the scarred villain’s nerves. He was smoking a cigarette, leaning to the counter of the bar and a glass of whiskey in his right hand. Most of the time he just wanted to either leave or kill everyone in here, but he had to stay if he wanted to make his own ambitions a reality. Also, not that his crewmates weren’t that bad, they were just annoying.

“Why so quiet Dabi? Aren’t you excited to see who the new member will be?” Toga asked coming near him, touching his shoulder.

“Not a single bit” Dabi muttered annoyed “Now get off me you lunatic” he said as he puffed smoke from his mouth. At that moment Tomura Shigaraki entered the bar, the room immediately quieting down as he sat on the stool, getting a glass and pouring it with whiskey.

“Giran and the new recruit are on their way, Tomura Shigaraki” Kurogiri’s voice was heard. “They might take less than 45 minutes to arrive”

“Good” Shigaraki replied. Then he turned his head to look at Dabi smoking, annoyance plastering his covered face. “Do not smoke inside. Get out” he ordered.

“As if I care” Dabi replied, getting on Shigaraki’s nerves like usual and making the leader question himself why the hell has he not disintegrated this patch-work of a man yet. “I smoke wherever I want”

“Bet you won’t say the same when I disintegrate your burned face. Oh wait, you won’t even manage to say anything at all” Tomura said threateningly.

“Bet!” Dabi smirked, cigarette between his teeth as his hands lit up on hot blue flames.

“Now now, why don’t we calm down shall we?” Mr.Compress said, always so firm and mature, the most mature of them all along with Kurogiri. Dabi and Shigaraki, the strongest villains of the team and yet behaved like siblings, always picking on each other and annoying everyone. Suddenly a knock silenced everyone, as their eyes were directed towards the door.

“They’re here already?” Magne said surprised. The door opened to reveal Giran, a cigarette between his lips.

“She’s here” the only words he said. Tomura Shigaraki had his eyes glued on the door waiting for the new member to enter. It was kind of an awkward silence. Steps were heard and that’s when you entered. Wearing only a baggy hoodie which hid your beautiful body, only your plush thighs to reveal, fishnets and boots covering your legs. It felt like the bar suddenly had lack of oxygen. All eyes were glued on you, especially Dabi who earlier pretended that he didn’t give a shit. He had shared bed with many women, plenty of them who he just found them pretty enough to fuck them stupid. But you? The one who just walked in, had a beauty that could literally blind you, an unique aura that surrounded your figure.

As your enter, your eyes start wandering around to see the people that surrounded you. They went from Shigaraki to Toga, from Spinner to Twice, from Compress to Magne, to the others until....

Your eyes locked together. Dabi stared back at you with those azure orbs of his. Sudden awkwardness and tension was felt around the air as you kept looking at him. He thought you found him disgusting, shocked that a human could look like this, and he didn’t feel that surprised. Who could blame you? But there was not a single glimpse of disgust shown on your face, instead you stared in awe..and almost blushing? As Dabi kept staring back at you, kind of hungrily we might say, your cheeks started heating up and Dabi noticed that. He still couldn’t believe what he was seeing, you blushing at him. The whores he had fucked would blush because of his monster cock, that’s what he always thought.

Then he saw your nervousness and embarrassment washing your face as he smirked slightly, giving you a hint that you were giving yourself away too much. Your eyes went somewhere else, to the boss, where you decided to keep the seriousness.

“So, you are (Y/N) . To what do I owe the pleasure of finally meeting you? I really thought you wouldn’t even accept to come here” Shigaraki said in his crispy voice.

So (Y/N). Her name is (Y/N). What an angelic name to such angelic human being, Dabi thought. You were pretty yes, but you were also hot. He couldn’t contain himself, if he didn’t jerk off soon he would literally expose himself to the others. Imagine how it would feel breaking you...

“Well, first I need to see who I will be dealing with, what our goals are and what I’ll be benefiting from all of this” your soft voice said, yet it was like a voice who sounded innocent but at the same time serious and threatening. Like a little devil in angel disguise.

“Nice point” Shigaraki said. “Well, our goal as the League of Villains is to destroy this rotten society, where corrupted heroes...” and so he kept talking and talking, clarifying every question you had and giving answers. Then the conversation was finally done.

“Okay so, joining the League doesn’t sound bad. Besides, I am already being chased by the police so... at least I can give them a better reason to chase me” you smirk. Toga jumped happily around the place as she wrapped herself around your arm.

“I’m so excited that you joined! So happy! Another female in our group, how neat! We could do lots of fun stuff together with Magne, also did I tell you are so gorgeous?” little Toga kept talking and talking, until Dabi interrupted her.

“Hey crazy, you better sit your ass down and shut up. We don’t want to scare new members away do we?” Dabi said, sticking out another cigarette from the pack.

“Oh I don’t get scared that easily” he heard your voice say. “Especially not from such adorable person like her. But who might you be? You seem to be so caring about the well-being of new members?” you raised your eyebrow.

Oh yes, cocky and sarcastic, Dabi thought. That added to the flavor.

“Right now I go by Dabi. I don’t usually give a shit about new members but you seem like a kid who needs guidance” he said cockily, that shit-eating grin on his face making itself known.

“Well listen here ‘right now I go by Dabi’, I don’t think your leader would even suggest me being here if I was just a weak kid so.... don’t be surprised if I can even beat all of you here at the same time” you chuckle. Dabi sat up as he leaned closer to you, closer and closer until you started backing up. Now he could see you more clearly, that skin of yours which he felt the need to leave marks on. He noticed your blush from earlier showing up again, oh my. What a beautiful sight. He would have fun with you being around the League.

“Oh doll, you wouldn’t even dare....” he whispered as he blocked your tiny figure with one of his toned arms leaning against the wall. He heard your breath hitch, as you gulped and tried to avoid eye contact. His large hand grabbed your chin and lifted your head up.

“Do not fucking touch m-"

“Look at me...” he deeply whispered, interrupting you.

“I am looking” your meek voice said.

“No you weren’t” he said as he leaned closer. The heat radiating from your cheeks could even be felt from miles away. What the fuck is wrong with her, he thought. You looked exactly like these schoolgirls who saw their boy crushes on the hallway.

“Hey Dabi, you can be less intimidating for now and maybe just let her adjust to the new people” Mr Compress said and Dabi decided to pull away.

It took a moment for you to calm down. As you kept getting to know other members, Dabi went out and sat down in the balcony of the base. As he smoked, Magne came out too, sitting down on his right.

“Pretty, yes?” she suddenly said.

“What are you talking about” Dabi asked.

“The new member, I’ve never seen such beauty before. I bet you noticed it didn’t you..” Magne replied.

“And? Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I noticed the way you looked at each other , the way she stared at you” she said as she started litting a cigarette up.

“Yeah I did notice, what a fucking weirdo. Why did she even stare like that, I couldn’t even understand what was going on in that stupid head of hers..” he adds.

“I don’t think ‘weirdo’ is the right term to describe that kind of situation” Magne chuckled.

“Then how do ya explain that?” Dabi asked impatiently. Magne turned at him, removing the cig from her lips as she spoke.

“I bet you’ll cringe to what I’ll say to you right now, but not that I care. I’ll just tell the plain truth”

Dabi leaned closer, paying attention to what Magne was about to say, hoping that what she’d say would at least clear it up. Why did he even care for it to get cleared up in the first place? Why was he even here? Why did he-

“Ever heard of love at the first sight?” Magne said as Dabi stared at her with a dumbfounded look on his face, his eyes wide open.

What?

Dabi bursted out laughing hysterically as Magne stared at him irritated. If his ducts weren’t burnt, for sure he’d have tears in his eyes by now.

“Oh c’mon, ya did not just tell me this Romeo and Juliet crap!”

“I most certainly did” Magne answered. “And it is not crap. It is something common that happens in people’s lives”

Dabi then came close to her face, his turquoise eyes reflected in her glasses.

“Have a look at my face and reconsider your little theory again” he said as he stood up to leave. “Even if this crap is real, it does not apply to me”

Magne let out a defeated sigh as the villain stood up and left. Deep down she hoped it was exactly as he said, just for the sake of that girl. Definitely crushing on a man like him would be like playing with fire, which in the end would get you burned and ruined forever.

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natsuobby · 3 years

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 — KEISUKE BAJI ♡

↳ PAIRING: Keisuke Baji x GN! Reader

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 4.1k

↳ WARNINGS: heavy swearing, extreme fluff/comfort, a lot of grammar errors

↳ SYNOPSIS: Baji has a secret crush on you, and despite how many times he had tried to hint it at you, it seemed like you were a bit oblivious to his flirtatious acts. However, one night, he decides to go out for a bike ride with you to somewhere special... hopefully to confess how he feels.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: i am a sucker for tokyo revengers boys acting so soft and sweet to you, hehe. i really hope you enjoyed this, along with the song as well. this is one of my favorites, and it makes me feel at peace. i hope you enjoy the fic and the song as well. <3

When he needed you, nothing else mattered in the world.

Rather, you became a part of his life quickly, expanding your walls to him where he was able to inhale the familiar scents of your body—sweet scent of cherry blossoms were enough to indulge Baji in a dazed, lovesick high.

He never argued to the feelings, only found himself to be more needy as the moon settled each night, and he encountered your typical frustrations of him being all bloodied in black and blues. However, Baji became amused by it, nonetheless; wanting a more open desire for his heart to fill in the little bit of void that not even cars being set on fire could ease.

“You’re in love,” Chifuyu called him out on it a week ago. Baji spat at him, nearly dodging the bullet when your presence was right around the corner of the school building. Mikey noted that Baji was head over the moon; touch-starved. Always wanting his arms to protectively wrap around your waist in a greedy standpoint. A gambler winning at every game.

Only, the case was that Baji became infatuated—and the three words he yearned to say would sting his throat. ‘The right time,’ he’d always think.

We’ll do it all

Everything

On our own

The clock ticks past nine at night—luckily, on a Friday, where the streets were more wild than usual. Convenience store lights flickered from afar, Baji watched the cars roar down below. He kept the window open, allowing the breeze to trickle through his skin.

Scent of freshly lit cigarettes weren’t uncommon for him. He pouted, nearly dipping his head down on the pillow before boredom could take over his shoulders. Though Baji knew that he had missed sleep for some time. The night was peaceful; still. Yet it was a prison for some, to be trapped within the dark. A fucking hell, sometimes, even for him, when Baji had been tossing and turning the night before.

Draken lectured him about Baji’s confession to you. A strong friendship you two had, even though he threw subtle flirting here and there, and even accompanied you more often than he’d do with his friends. His mind wandered elsewhere, always pondering about the ‘what if’s and what possibly could happen if such words were said from his mouth.

Baji typically did not worry so much. More so, he’d rather chuck out a “fuck it” from his lips and toothy grin, but with you, he felt different. These feelings were new—emotional, and a whirlwind for him. A hurricane hitting the edge of night such as the moment he was experiencing, with tobacco arousing the air and the honking of cars that were starting to aggravate him.

He watched his phone flicker from the desk and he jolted to it immediately, watching your name pop up in the notifications. ‘You’re up, right? :)’ it read, and God. A fucking lovely dovey bastard, he was. Baji’s grin grew in an instant, where he took the phone in his hands. The dancing wind trails into his bedroom quickly; tongue nearly tasting the tip of tobacco and half-lit cigarettes from the bars down the street. He was lost in fulfillment; the edge of excitement and the start of a lovestruck high.

‘Night drive on my bike?’ He texted, fingers moving rapidly on the screen.

His smile doesn’t fade.

We don’t need

Anything

Or anyone

Baji always recalled that the world spun slowly, but it happened to freeze in a moment in time with your presence around. As if you were the magic touch to his life. He could’ve sworn he was crazy—insane, almost. A young boy who was so immersed with the touch of another that could possibly not share the same feelings back—maybe that was silly. Though Baji never gave two damns, or in this case, a big fuck, for that matter. At least you were alive; breathing. Cherishing smiles with one another.

He waited outside of your house, snickering while you snuck your way out of the bedroom window. Typical of you to commit such crimes under the rules of your parents. A ‘baddie’, he’d call you, only to be earned with a smack on his shoulder as a reward. A playful act from you. Even Baji found amusement in it.

“It’s late, isn’t it?” You said, wrapping a thin blanket around your figure.

Baji smirked, leaning on his bike. ‘Act cool... or just be calm,’ he thought, slowly fading his lips into a bright grin. He shook his head, patting on the empty seat behind him. The wind was steady; sweet moon singing its gentle lullabies across the navy blue.

“I missed you,” he said, cocking his head.

You blinked. “We just saw each other at school today. And you miss me already?”

“How could I not?” He chuckled. “It’s you, of course.”

‘Are you getting the hint?’ he pursed his lips at his mental thought.

“Guess that means our friendship is really something special, huh?” You laughed, throwing your head back.

Sighing, Baji nodded. Typical of you to react that way. Part of him wondered if that was your hint right back at him to portray your loss of interest in him romantically. Perhaps that was the case, and Baji was being a dumb fuck—at least, he’d call himself that sometimes, when he didn’t act so stubborn on his own part. The night was young, again, a prison to his mind; thoughts behind bars, but Baji remained his cool.

Or he tried to.

He forced a smile, patting the empty seat once again. “Hop on. I wanna go for a drive.”

“Where are you going to take me?” You asked, tilting your head.

“It’s a surprise,” he responded.

“Oh, so you’re not gonna tell me?” Laughing in response, you nodded. “You might end up killing me in the forest for all I know.”

Baji furrowed his eyebrows. “As if I’d ever do something stupid like that.”

“You already do pretty dumb things like get yourself in endless fights and—”

“Okay, okay,” Baji interrupted, waving a hand. He snickered aimlessly. “Are you going to stand there and roast me all night?”

You smiled. “It’s no different from how I am at school, right?”

His lips tightened. ‘When you look like that… shit,’ he swore in his head mentally before clearing his throat.

Baji felt your body jump on the bike, causing his breath to hitch. He continuously told himself to calm down, like. Seriously. ‘Calm the fuck down.’ As much as he didn’t want to admit it, your words remained true to his ears—it was no different from how you acted in school. Witty responses and cheeky smiles—the one where your tongue stuck out between your teeth kind of thing—and Baji loved it all about you.

At least, he knew how to keep his feelings hidden; a secret tucked within his chest; hidden scripts beneath the moonlight—the night wind rings once more.

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Around the fresh hit of ten-thirty at night, Baji recognized that the world around him began to suffocate him in an unpleasurable way imaginable. It was an odd type of feeling; a large heaviness encircled him, where he gripped the handles of the bike tighter than before. What really kept him at bay was your laughter soaring through the air—humming street lights shimmering from up above, to be the remaining illumination across the splatters of constellations that began to flicker across the dead of night.

He recalled a short moment not too long ago—from the past week—that Mitsuya talked to him about opening up about his feelings properly, rather than throwing hints everywhere from the tight hugs and the quick reassurance of him popping at your front door. “So fucking clingy, man,” Mitsuya laughed at him for it. Baji held back a punch at his friend’s pretty face; he recently dyed his lavender hair, so Baji wanted to be nice for a bit.

Not that Baji would have ever laid a hand viciously on his closest friends, let alone his truest members in Toman. Let alone you. With your dangerous smile that always caused his heart to rise above shore; barely sinking beneath the sea of his smitten emotions—that was enough for him to act more irritated than usual. He didn’t blame you for being dense; partially, but Baji could’ve sworn it would’ve been better as friends, anyway.

He drove on, recalling that his own world was approaching too close in his own head. Though your arms around his waist tightened, causing time to slow down for a short moment. Baji smiled, kissing the night breeze that was striking his ponytail in waves; strands tickling the back of his neck. You. Just—you. Everything about your presence was enough to recall that nothing else mattered in the world. Just you.

He fought back an exhale, thinking about the nearest exit to take to get to the destination he hoped to reach right in time when the night remained young to both of your childish hearts. There was nothing else in this world to him now, not even the passing by cars that swept past his ears.

Hoping that one getaway could only keep him and you together—even if not meant to be as soulmates bound together with each other’s heartstrings; a growth of friendship was enough for him to find acceptance in at some point.

“Hey, are you sure you know where you’re going?” You called out, gripping on him tighter.

He grinned, nodding once. “Of course I do. I’m trying to kill you tonight.”

“No weapons?” Baji practically pictured you pout in his head. Cute. You let out a playful groan. “And you even said you wouldn’t do such a thing to me, what happened?”

“Shit, well, I change my mind a lot,” he said out loud, huffing out a laugh. “Thought you knew that.”

“Nooo,” your voice trailed out. “Not at all.”

“You’re funny,” he quipped playfully, looking back at you with one glance. “And cute when you hold onto me like this.”

You shake your head, sighing. “Well, if I’m just gonna get murdered by you tonight, then I probably should let go—”

“Don’t even think about it, crazy.”

“Says the mass murderer himself. Planning to kill all of Toman too?”

“Hilarious.”

“I aim to please.”

‘You really do,’ Baji thought.

I don’t quite know

How to say

How I feel

Near the edge of the city lies a large open field with mass hills, perfectly shaped for the view of watching the stars dance with one another. Baji took you there, with a greedy smile and prideful stance in his heart, but he also held back at the same time. Your exhausted face planted against his back during the bike ride got his mind to wander elsewhere. Damn. The emotions you took him on—an exciting adrenaline rush that he had always yearned the spark for yet at some point, Keisuke Baji wasn’t all the man he bestowed to be.

A gang member; violent to his bones. Also, a stubborn asshole who had a bit of a temper problem. Heart soft for kittens despite the bits of his enemy’s blood tattered across his knuckles. At some point, Baji wondered if he had been the right person for you—at least, much to his perspective, despite the look of a confident man, he felt so endearing to you—so soft. An opposite from his usual nature. He liked it but questioned it a bit too much.

He turned into the parking lot, mentally wondering why there weren’t that many people on a Friday night. Then again, he kept himself quiet—and thanked God for giving him a precious moment in time where he can find peace with you. His chance. Baji had given himself an opportunity; his walls were structured, but the gate was wide open—only for you to hear his true words.

“Everything looks so peaceful,” you yawned. He parked the bike, gazing down at the swaying grass in front of him. ‘Fuck, can I do this?’ he thought before whipping his head to face you.

“Sure, s’cause you’re here,” Baji grinned; toothy fangs making him look cheeky. “I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Am not.”

“Sure.”

“Hold my hand,” Baji said, laying his hand on yours. Your widened eyes caused him to startle on his breath for a split second, forgetting what reality was for that frozen moment in time. He smiled gently, eyes twinkling underneath the faint moonlight. “Let’s go stargazing.”

You blinked. “You drove all this way to go look at the stars?”

“Well, m’just a little bit of a romantic kind of guy,” Baji smiled, quickly getting off his bike before he grabbed hold of your waist to have you stand close to him. He wanted to tell you about his feelings, during the creep of the evening—lost words hissing like a vagrant cat. “Come on, don’t wanna leave me waiting, do you?”

Smiling, your forehead rested against his shoulder. Baji’s eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by your actions. “Maybe I do,” you responded. “Even just standing here with you makes me feel safe and happy.”

He closed his eyes, lips still pursed into a smile. “I adore you, Y/N. I really do…”

“Buuut!” Your voice echoed throughout the night. Baji could’ve sworn he heard a melody play across the world—the one that had stopped spinning for him. “Let’s go to the fields. You didn’t just drive all this way for nothing, right?”

You grabbed his hand, dragging him into the fields. Baji wailed out that you should’ve slowed down, but fuck it, seriously. At the given moment he had to witness your beaming grin from the sparkles of the night. All for where you two shouted out loud to each other. Voices echoed. Two exuberant souls jogging across the night.

Experiencing a memory with each other like no other—just this.

You.

Baji ached for his feelings to speak for themselves in such a way.

Those three words

Are said too much

They’re not enough

A mere simple three words shouldn’t have been so frightening yet Baji choked up on it several times. He recalled a memory where Mikey and Mitsuya watched him speak in front of his bedroom mirror; an actor rehearsing. They laughed at him, calling him ‘whipped’ for you already—and they were earned with shoes thrown to their heads but they didn’t seem to mind. (Of course not.)

The perfect words never really crossed Baji’s mind. All that swirled in his head was your presence, where he pictured scenarios of your hand tucked with his. Sharing laughter across the blinks of the morning to the farewell of the sun at its peak of the night.

From the boisterous boy he was, every ounce of him was screaming out the three words—enough to break the close friendship that he had with you—but the sound was trapped inside him. Nightly. Prisoner behind bars—once again.

Baji laid there on the grass with you, not minding the slight tickles on his back, and he turned his head to watch you talk about a childhood story—or something. He mentally cursed at himself for not paying attention, but he wandered on about debating if he should hold your hand one more time. Maybe ask you to sit up and listen to his words; an open speech of a perfectly laid-out confession that he rehearsed on repeat in his head.

‘Why is this so fucking hard?’ he thought, fighting back a scoff.

“Hey, Keisuke,” you called out his name, causing Baji to blink back to the present moment. Shit.

He cleared his throat. “What’s up?”

“Can I ask you something?”

He nodded. “Well, ‘course. What’s in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Sometimes, I like the idea of us hanging out like this.”

Baji smirked, raising a brow. “We hang out all the time, love. S’no different from any other time.”

“Well, yeah, but—” you blinked, whipping your head in his direction. “Did you just call me ‘love’?”

He gulped. Fucking hell. “No.”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“I obviously didn’t.”

You chuckled out loud. “I definitely heard you say that.”

“Shut it, Y/N, or else I will hit you.”

“Go ahead. Hit me.”

Baji groaned, placing a palm over his face. Only in hopes of hiding the faint pink tingling his cheeks. “M’kay, yeah. I did. Sorry. Don’t wanna make this shit more awkward than it needs to be.”

“You’re cute, Kei,” you laughed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “For someone like you, you seem to really have a huge soft spot sometimes.”

Baji pursed his lips. “Did you really have to call me out like that?”

Nodding, you grinned.

“Of course.”

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

“Say it.”

He watched you smile close to him, head dipped back into the grass. Baji thought about keeping you close to him—but he fought against the idea of pulling you into his chest. Even then, with you two underneath the belt of Orion and the moon singing to his heart, he felt himself shift in position. You always portrayed a soft month of welcomes, a reminder of orange and red leaves at the start of autumn from the season’s changing hues.

Calm. A fresh breeze of sweet serendipity. Baji adored it, wanted it, needed it—all of you. For it was a breath of air from all of the vexation and conflict he arose being in a gang. At least, like he always said to himself, when the world would stop for a moment in time with you, he’d forget all about it, because you’ve always been beautiful.

He’s on a hook for a long time. Being reeled into your touch. Waiting impatiently for the moment where he could find the right time to speak out the truest words to his heart.

You hummed, keeping your eyes closed. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Baji blinked, sighing. “Right, I got that. So say it, or are you gonna hide more secrets from me?”

“I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“M’kay, so spill.”

You exhaled deeply, shaking your head against the grass. “Do you ever think about a moment in time that feels so unreal that your mind just freezes for a few seconds?”

‘Fucking mind reader, maybe?’ Baji chuckled to his mental thought before clearing his throat. He looks up at the dark sky; stardust twinkling across his irises. Heart heavy in unspoken feelings. “Yeah, ‘course,” he responded. “All the time… especially with you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh.” You said, smiling. Looking down, you reached for his hand, and his fingers twitched for a moment. Eventually, Baji allowed the moment to occur; letting it fall into a subspace of nothing but both of your souls gazing into the constellation of each other’s eyes. His heart bursted—overwhelmed with the build-up confidence for the intangible moment. “One more question.”

He grinned, gripping onto your hand harder. “Do tell.”

“If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Forget what we’re told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Without an answer in response, Baji sat up, pulling you close to him. Your nose lingered the scent of his cheap cologne; a type of perfume he used to ‘look cool’, or so you thought. Moon brightened up to its core of sweet Orions that danced above the two quiet souls beneath the navy’s horizon. Baji sighed deeply, taking in the moment before keeping you closer to his chest. Heaven. His mother consistently talked about the happy moments of an afterlife. Though he knew how paradise was once you inched your fingers across his waist, slowly wrapping into a tighter hug.

“You and me, ‘kay?” Baji whispered, close to your ears. “Let’s waste time chasing cars around our heads,” he chuckled, fiddling back to the memories of the late drives he took you on—only to have the excuse of keeping your body close to his. Unforgotten Polaroids dashed across his mind; cherishable momentos of the perfect existence in life that he always redeemed to call home. You.

I need your grace

To remind me

To find my own

“I have something to tell you.”

You gulped at his bold statement. “Sure. Talk to me.”

“I—” Baji shot his heart for a moment, quickly stopping before turning away. He sighed, dipping his head down to your shoulders, causing you to gasp in confusion.

“Hey, uh—”

“Don’t talk,” his head shook in frustration.

If I lay here

“You’re scaring me.”

“M’sorry,” Baji exhaled, hugging you tighter. “Just don’t wanna fuck this up.”

You pat his head, gently caressing the tousled strands of his hair. His posture softens at your touch before your nose paints the skin of his slightly exposed neck. Baji nearly choked on his breath, only to tighten his grasp on you. Almost as if one trip and you’d fall—not on his watch. Not ever. Like hell.

“I’m here, okay?” You said.

“I can’t fuck this up, seriously.”

“I’m going to stay.”

“Will you—please?”

If I just lay here

You nodded, pulling away from the hug. “I will always stay for you, Baji.”

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Baji blinked in disbelief before chuckling underneath his breath inaudibly. Furrowing your eyebrows at him, he covered his mouth, attempting to hide the tint of pink twirling around his skin. His cheeks flushed into a dusty rose. Embarrassment flickered across his irises.

He knew the right words—what to say. The others always taunted him. A mere simple three words that he rehearsed in his head were now a vinyl on repeat; his heart struck with Cupid’s arrow. Baji admitted to himself mentally, with your presence in front of him, to be the gateway to what heaven was really like—at least, you were everything. Only for him. And a chance to have you—forever.

Forget what we’re told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Without hesitation, without another thought, without another sigh.

Baji leaned in, throwing his palms around your cheeks—ignoring the heat rising to his fingers once his lips were pressed on yours. His legs shook, where you nearly fell back onto the grass but your hands kept yourself steady on the ground. Arms shaking; body falling into a blink of a release, he smiled along with the kiss, not thinking once that you weren’t kissing him back for a second—only before your hands toyed with his hair cautiously; he grinned at that, feeling complete.

All that I am

All that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

“I’m in love with you.”

He shakily said, breaths fanning across your lips. Baji gritted his teeth; toothy fangs prominent from his nervousness. Watching his movement shuffle in an awkward manner was rather new, but instead of being unpleasant, you giggle closer to his lips. Soft, sweet, tender, proud—all at once, Baji felt calm emotions after the emotions had bursted from his erratic heart. A blessing, almost. Similar to love poems that he’d attempt to write or the lovestruck songs on repeat in his mind.

“Finally,” you exhaled. “About time you said it.”

I don’t know where

Confused about how as well

Just know that these things will never change for us at all

“I love you,” Baji said out loud, keeping his palms on your cheeks. Eyes widening at your grin, he laughs pridefully. “I love you, I’m in love with you—shit, I love you!” He yells it out loud, hoping that the moon would hear his confession; wide and clear, voice dancing throughout the bits of grass tickling his ankles.

If I lay here

“Please,” Baji sighed, dipping his forehead against yours. He brushed his lips against the tip of your nose, causing you to stop breathing for a second. “Hear me out again.”

You smiled. “Always, Keisuke.”

If I just lay here

“So you’ve always known?”

“It was pretty obvious.”

He snapped at himself for acting so foolish all this time, but Baji only threw it off to the side as a mere joke. Baji didn’t think much about anything else tumbling through his mind. Three words. Even much more than that—was it enough? Especially for your sake. With the stars dancing in your eyes at that moment, perhaps it was enough to fulfill Baji’s heart even with the soaring burst of silver constellations.

“Okay,” Baji grinned, rubbing his nose against yours, causing you to laugh. “One more question.”

“I’m all ears.”

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

“Be mine?”

tags: @spoofybun @sonder-paradise @duckiichan @nullified-kiss @ravenina14 @3-am-depression @manjirose

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natsuobby · 3 years

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COLLAPSE

“deku x gn!reader„

No one thought the villains would attack here. Good thing a hero is there to save you.

Christmas decorations were hanging everywhere around you, people were smiling and laughing, enjoying the time they could spend with their family and friends. A smile was bought to your lips at the sight of a child laughing with his parents while looking for the toy he would ask santa for.

Christmas musics were playing in the store you were working at. You know they would stay stuck in your head, you still sang along them, waiting for the next clients to come at the checkout.

The last few nights had been calm, you thought. No villains tried to break in any of the shops around, no bags were stolen outside either. It’s as if, for the first time, the villains stopped being villains for the celebrations. You thought, maybe, they were celebrating too. Maybe they had a family that they wanted to spend time with, gifts to buy for their friends, for they children. After all, villains were still humans.

After a few minutes, the couple came to the checkout with their child, arms full of toys. His childish smile bought one to your face as you were scanning the different objects.

“That’s a lot for you alone. You think Santa will still bring you more ?”

The child, who was five at most, shook his head positively at you, spreading his arms as wide as he could before answering you.

“I was a good boy, Santa will give me mooore toys. Mommy said it !”

You smiled at him and put the last toy aside before stating the price to the parents. Sometimes, you wished you could still be a carefree child like that. Enjoying the time spent with your family without worrying about anything else.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise coming from outside. An explosion ? Your first instinct was to get the family to security in the back of the store. You saw the father take the child in his arms while running behind you. Only when they were finally in the back, secured by many walls made to resist these types of attacks, did you finally took your phone in your hands to call the police.

The line rang a few times before a feminine voice answered you. Despite your best efforts to stay calm, you still fell into a deep panic when the line cut out of nowhere before you could even speak to the woman on the other side. A laugh was heard a few aisles to your left and a sense of dread overcame everything else in your mind. You could feel danger and you knew your quirk would be of no help in this situation. Your light was untrained and couldn’t serve as more than a weak shield.

Steps were heard next before a hand came on your shoulder making you jump in fear. When you turned around you saw a face, an ugly one with a mask on its eyes. Instinctively your shield came around you, burning the villain’s hand a little. His laugh was sadistic, and you couldn’t shield yourself for the fist that met your cheek right afterward.

“That’s for burning me, sweet thing. Now be kind and lead me to the checkout. I could use some money right now.”

A smile was decorating his face, if you could call that a smile seeing how wrecked it looked. It was of no use to try and fight him, seeing how you couldn’t win even if he was quirkless. You did as you were told, trembling while you led him to the register opening it before stepping aside. Your breath was short when he turned around, looking angry.

“Is that all ? At christmas time, really ?”

You lowered your head, a small “yes” escaping your lips. You had some hope that he wouldn’t ask for the secret register or didn’t know about it.

“Time had be rough and we didn’t got much as a toy seller..”

Another blow hit you in the face, making you bleed as you felt the blades of his hands making contact with your head. So this was his quirk. Some tears were forming in your eyes as you were wishing for a hero to come.

“Useless sellers. I guess we don’t need you, do we ?”

You eyes became twice as wide as you understood the implication of what he just said. For a second you thought about the familly hidden in the back, hoping that the roof and walls would be strong enough to protect them from what was coming. Though you had little hope concerning your own life.

His blade came out again, chipped but long, before he hit the wall behind you with them. They went right through it, and he started walking along the same wall, laughing all the while. You were stucked in your place, dread keeping you from forming any coherent thoughts. There were so much you haven’t done yet, so much you haven’t learned, so much you haven’t say to the people you loved.

Finally tears came running along your cheeks, their salt burning the injuries you got earlier. When the first crumbling sound came to your ears you let out a little cry, finally moving to put yourself under the register desk. His voice came to your ears again.

“There is no need to be so scared. Your death will be slow once everything falls to the ground but don’t worry. I’ll shorten your suffering if it doesn’t please me.”

The man was crazy, you were certain about it. From the moment you saw him you knew something was off about him. A little something that frightened you to the bones. Your cries were useless but you couldn’t do anything. The roof started to fall around you, some debris falling on the register above you.

The villain was nearing the middle of the third wall when everything came to a stop. You heard some noises, a cry or two before everything stopped for good. Your cries were silent again when you came out of your little hidding spot.

A man with green hair was standing a few meters from you, some sort of colored light threads moving around him. A sigh of relief escaped your lips before the man turned around, seeing you. Rapidly he came to you, checking you for any injuries. His voice sounded cute and like heaven to you, when he asked you how you were.

“I.. I’m fine. There is a family in the back please go check on them.”

The boy that looked familiar to you nodded before doing as you asked. After some tenth of seconds your body calmed down, your nerves not on edge anymore. You felt tired, like you ran many kilometers, and completely exhausted mentally. The boy came back a few minutes after, with the family you hid. Their expression was similar to yours. But you were glad they were safe.

After many thanks and a lot of reassuring they saw themselves out, the bag of toys twice as big as before now that you let the kid took some more as a sorry gift. The green-haired boy came back to you, a small smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry for not coming earlier.”

You laughed, a nervous one, before you shook your head, telling him that he came, and that’s all that matters. You knew that he prevented something worse to happen.

“I don’t know how to thank you for what you did. I thought i would die without even being able to save these people. So thanks. A lot.”

He smiled, and that’s when you understood who he was. You remembered seeing him on TV during the UA school battle. That boy was a hero in the making, but he was mostly your hero for today. You saw his cheeks become pinky at your thanks.

“I’m Midoriya Izuku, by the way. I mean.. Deku.”

His voice was shy and you smiled, presenting yourself in return and thanking him once again. After a few minutes and some more words exchanged with the boy you saw the police come in, thanking the young hero, before taking the villain with them, still out cold.

Both of you were silent during their intervention. His eyes were glued on the villain, yours glued on his cute face. A smile made its way to your lips before you spoke again, only when the police officers were out the door for good.

“Maybe.. We could go out some time ? I wouldn’t mind paying for a café or something to thanks my very own hero.”

At that his face became red and he stuttered an answer, making you chuckle. After all, that encounter with the villain wasn’t all bad. You were able to meet him, your hero. And you knew that after that first date he just accepted, you would do everything in your power to have many others.

#izuku x y/n #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #midoriya x you #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x reader #izuku midoria x reader #mha #mha izuku #mha midoriya #bnha x reader #bnha midoriya #bnha izuku #mha x y/n #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero fic #boku no hero academia

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natsuobby · 3 years

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if that ain't one talented baby writing good stuff in here.

Omg, so we got our man Player Dabi right? The one that you are writing with our current reader at the moment! What if he likes to scare the reader in games, but of course he doesn’t pull through. Like pretending to break their cookie, or feigning on tripping them during tug of war. Its more of getting a sadistic pleasure from it, but he still sticks close since their his ally that he likes keeping around since they make that smarts/brawn duo. Although he is a little of a bully 😬 Sometimes, he scares the reader to the point they try to avoid them making them quieter then usual since they just kind of sit there and listen to Dabi babbling whether they like it or not. And in his own little way, he tries to apologize (of course not outright lol considering his portrayal in this AU) whether it be when he manages to sit them down to eat with him sneaking them a little extra food, and if they don’t want it, it just takes a glare for them to start eating. Or being the big spoon during the night to make them feel a little more “safer” (as safe as reader can imagine with a killer pressed against her back) with reader trying to hide the shivers of fear when a noice echoes the room that of course does not go unnoticed by their companion.

Squid Game AU - Player!Dabi x Player!Reader - Part 2

Part 1.

Squid Game AU Masterlist.

Tw: Yandere Tendencies, Dubcon Kissing, Mentions of Violence and Death (in the context of the game).

You’re cute, he thinks. And somehow, you’re ever cuter when you’re scared.

You're cute, he thinks.

Like a little mouse stuck between the claws of a beast. A defenseless rabbit, a baby bird with broken wings, or even a lamb waiting for a wolf to snatch it from the comfort of the sheepfold and devour it whole, heart, flesh and bones.

Dabi must be a predator, too, because he feels the same.

That very same need to feast on you, the weak little prey that you are, and leave nothing behind in his craving fury.

He likes that look on your face, the one you have when you raise your eyes to his. There's always the slightest hint of fear in your irises then, and that tiny, little sparkle of terror makes him want to go further, to have you cower under his gaze, to make you fall down to your knees and beg for his mercy, his forgiveness, his protection from his own murderous urges.

You have it, already, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want you pleading.

"Are you going to cry, princess?" he asks, biting into the biscuit you're supposed to carve through, so, so close to the shape you have to protect at all costs. "Scared again? Want me to kiss your fear away?" The words fall from his lips mean and condescending, as if he were adressing a child and he is mocking you, after all, but sometimes, he does kiss your fear, your worries, your pain away.

And he knows you're terrified, but he can't help but relish in the way you're trembling under his touch when his mistmatched lips devour yours, rough, violent kisses exchanged in one of the little corners beneath a row of empty beds. They taste sweet, they taste addictive, even, and he can never get enough, no matter how many of them he steals in between the games when no one else is looking.

"I think the next game might have something to do with strength," you say sometimes when he's not keeping you captive in his arms, your brows furrowed as you think and think and think, and he only wants to kiss you more when you're scheming like this, simply because there's that little sparkle of intelligence that lights up in your gaze then, and he wants to look at it closer, until drowning in the oh so pretty color of your irises.

In these moments, you almost seem to forget that you're scared of him.

But then he says something, maybe a dumb little remark about the way he'd crush this guy's skull under his boots if he didn't think he might need him to sacrifice in the next game, or a snarl about that stupid bitch who got what she deserved when one of the masked guy's bullets got through her eyesockets, and just like that, you'll be reminded of the kind of man that he is.

You'll go quiet then.

So, he finds ways to make you talk again, if only because you're the one person he enjoys the company of in this hellhole of a murder game compound. He'll steal a sandwich from another player (who the fuck cares? That guy will probably die tomorrow anyways) to slip it into your hands when you're trying to hide from him in the too small dormitory. He'll sit next to you and glare at you until you take a bit from it, doing your best to hold the bread together in your trembling fingers until he nods approvingly, satisfied that you seemed a bit more relieved with a full stomach.

You're like a kitten, he thinks. One with clumsy little paws that keeps stumbling all over itself, one too weak to even think of being able to do anything on its own. If the world outside might be safe enough for you to roam around it on your own, it's different inside these walls, where you're stuck with murderers and criminals like him.

And so, he keeps you by his side like the clumsy kitten that you are.

"C'me here," he says at night, right before the lights go out.

"W-why?"

"Just come here," he snarls, and he knows his tone has your heart fluttering faster than a goddamn hummingbird in your chest, but it doesn't matter, because you do come to him in his bed, and you do snuggle in his open arms when he pulls you to him, back flushed against his chest.

And sometimes, he does wish you'd feel safe there, but he feels you trembling against his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt and sweats, close, close, close.

"What're you scared of again?" He groans, voice low, his breath tickling the skin of your throat. He feels the shivers run down your spine at every word that falls from his lips. "No one will dare lay a hand on you while I'm here."

You don't ask him, will you? and maybe that's because you're scared of the answer, or maybe, just maybe, you're starting to trust him.

He doesn't know which one he likes more.

——-

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#dabi is baby also #but she's more bby than him #i don't like yandere stuffs that much but damn that's good #ishtal simping ig

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natsuobby · 3 years

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SORRY

“hawks x reader„

Days became weeks without your lover and naturally you wondered, completely broken, why.

Consecutive nights alone had you wondering what happened to the bond you shared with your lover. You knew he was a busy man, a wanted hero and above all, a sweet soul adored by everyone. The television just became another reminder of that as you saw him everyday there instead of your shared home. Today was no exception.

The mug of coffee was hot in your hands as you were sitting in the kitchen, lost in thoughts, an empty mug facing you ; his mug. Soon, the television became a background noise to you, not even paying attention to what was being said anymore. You took a sip of the black coffee, trying to bring back your mind to the world, trying to not let it wander too far.

At first, he told you he would be back soon, that he just had a lot of work on his hands right now. Naive you believed him right away. Then "soon" became a few days, and finally, by now, two full weeks. Another sip, a desperate attempt to make your mind stop creating those horrible scenarios.

Maybe he was with someone else ? What if he wasn't in love anymore and didn't have the courage to tell you ? Did he get bored of you ? What if there was something bigger ? A bitter smile stretched your lips before you sighed.

You remembered the first time he took you on a date. His hero work never permitted him to be really public about the both of you, that's why he simply took you to the rooftop of a tall building. Wine and food was waiting there for you. You laughed pathetically at the memory, instinctively bringing your hand to the necklace he offered you when he asked you to be his fiancée. Those memories tasted sour in your heart as you caressed the red feather.

His face was on the tv once again when you turned your face, showing his sweet smile to the camera as he saved the day, yet again. This time, your smile was sad. His voice sounded tired and his eyes looked sharper than usual, something you couldn't help but feel worried about. For a second you thought that maybe he did have a lot of work on his hands. You nearly fooled yourself before remembering the ignored calls, the gossip about him partying with his coworker Mirko.

Another sigh. Another sip. Another thought going the wrong way before you finally decided to call him one last time. Your fingers were slow to press the buttons on your screen, dreading to have another one of your calls ignored. A deep breath. Three beeps, then a voice.

Sweet and tired, the same voice as those nights spent together after one of his hard missions. Tears were accumulating in your eyes as you laughed. After two weeks without any word from him, he answered. You heard the voices of the journalists getting farther away in the background, before disappearing completely. Only then did he spoke again.

"I'm sorry."

Finally, your tears came out, breaking your voice as you asked him what all that was about. It took him a few seconds before answering you, saying he'll come home tonight, and ending the call afterward. You felt completely let down, taking your head in between your hands as you finally let every emotions you kept inside flow out of you.

By the time the night showed itself, you were dressed, your cries long forgotten as you were applying some make-up to try and cover up the damage left by the insomnia his absence caused you. The sadness, the pain, the anger were locked once again.

The clock was ticking and approaching eleven when hawks set foot in your house for the first time in weeks. His face was devoid of any emotions, facing you as if you were nothing to him. You heard him sigh before he came to sit next to you in the sofa.

Seeing him sent shivers down your spine, pain constricting your ribcage. He looked more exhausted than when you saw him earlier on the television. You were scared, sad, angry, and you had no idea where you should begin.

Your thoughts were a mess and nothing made sense anymore. After fourteen days the man you love was finally back but you couldn't feel satisfied. You wanted to know why. So you began with that. His jaw constricted but he finally answered.

"I had a lot of work, a lot of things to do, a lot to think about also. Maybe.. Maybe this isn't working anymore. I don't think we can continue this anymore. I hope you can understand."

There was silent for a few seconds before you let out a sarcastic laugh. Your eyes were set on his face. A face you loved so dearly for years, a face you woke up to every morning, a face you would cradle in kisses and love through the best and hardest times.

Here was the man you loved, the man you gave everything to. The room was silent again when you stood up, taking off the necklace he gave you last year. The promise of a forever together.

"I don't understand why. Nor how. I don't know if i will understand it, later or never. Neither do i understand why you left me in the dark."

You took a second to breathe, to make sure none of your emotions would take the better of you. The necklace fell in his hands, his eyes avoiding yours.

"I don't understand the promises coming down to that. But if this is what you chose then i'll follow your heart. Thank you for being honest."

There was so much more that you wanted to tell him, so many insults growing in your throat, so many pleas begging to come out of your mouth. Your resolves were set ; you would stick by them. You were strong and you could take it.

"Thank you for the years, for the happiness, for the memories, and i can only wish you the best for the future, Keigo."

Your smile looked fake, you felt it, but you couldn't muster anything better when your emotions were so hard to fight. For a second, you thought you saw hurt cover his face. He stood up, putting the necklace in his pocket, and finally turn his back to you.

The red wings you loved to caress, the one that would cover you when you were crying against his torso, were just one step away. Your heart begged you to touch them, to embrace him and implore that he stays with you.

Still, you did nothing. Letting him go away as he took a phone call, making it out of your shared home that was now only yours, as it has been for the past weeks. The door closed, only then did you let yourself be weak again. Far away from his or anyone's gaze.

an.

this was a run against myself to finish it before i became lazy again. i don't really like how it turned out but i don't think i could have done any better without showing hawks side of the deal. so yeah there'll be his side of the story at some point. for now it's just some angst with asshole!hawks bc im dummy thicc and i like sad shit.

#bnha hawks #bnha hawks x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #wing hero hawks #bnha #bnha x reader

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natsuobby · 3 years

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Dabi x reader in squid game where Dabi is a masked guy and reader is a player 👀

Squid Game AU - Masked Guy!Dabi x Player!Reader

TW: Slight spoilers for the nature of the 5th game, Mentions of Murder and Violence (in the context of the games), Smut.

If the masked guys are all the same, there's one you can't help but recognize, simply because he's always there, watching.

If the masked guys are all the same, there's one you always recognize.

He's one of the more powerful ones. You know that because it's not a circle or a triangle adorning his face, but a square, and you sometimes hear him barking orders to others, nameless workers wearing different shapes that put them below him by the rule of their weird hierarchy.

Circle, triangle, square.

There are not many occasions for staff and players to meet, and yet he seems to take every opportunity to do so, if only, maybe, to get close to you. When someone dies and he comes into the dorm to assess their passing, he makes sure to walk close enough to you that his gloved fingers brush against yours. Another time, his hand discreetly creeps higher until it rests on your ass and tears a quiet yelp from your lips while the players are given their dinner and you're waiting on the side. You can almost hear an amused scoff escape the confines of his mask then.

But he doesn't have a name, doesn't have a face.

Still, he's always watching, whenever he's around, and you start watching him, too. Wondering what kind of expression he's hiding under the black metal, thinking about the color of his eyes. Brown? Green? You have a feeling they might be blue, but you might be wrong. Who knows, after all?

He kills, and kills, and kills, and yet you simply watch.

You feel less like a nameless player, like a random number in a murder game when his gaze is focused on you. And it's nice, in a way, to know that there is still someone who might remember you even if you lose the game. You wonder if he'd be especially careful when wrapping up your corpse.

The very thought is disgusting, and it keeps you awake at night, horror pooling in your gut, fear coating your throat and making it hard to breathe.

"I need to go to the bathroom," you say one night when you can't bear it anymore, knocking on the tall door leading towards the hallway.

Others have struggled with such a demand before you; you've seen it happen a few times. That lady who had to shout and scream for someone to pay attention to her and allow her the permission to go relieve herself.

But not you.

The door opens less than a second later, and he's there.

Watching.

He leads you towards the bathroom, a few corridors away. You expect him to wait for you outside, but instead, he enters right behind you, closing the door before leaning against it, arms crossed in front of his strong chest.

It's as if his demeanor changes then, and you know he's smirking behind his mask.

Dangerous.

"There are no cameras here, angel," he tells you. You've heard his voice before, but this time it's lower, deeper. It brings shivers running down your spine. "I have to be here to make sure you don't try anything stupid."

He says it as if he wished you'd do exactly that. Something stupid.

And of course, that's what you do.

"Can I see your face?" you ask.

Silence fills the room, and you bite your lower lip.

"Since there are no cameras, I thought..."

He doesn't reply. Instead, his gloved hand rises to his face, taking a hold of his mask. Pulling it off, until it falls to the ground with a clang.

He has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. And you were right, they're blue. The beautiful blue of the sky in summer, of those blueberry sorbets you like, of cold, merciless ice. Strands of black hair fall gracefully in front of his scarred face, and, as expected, a smirk pulls at his lips as he stares at you.

Eyes hungry, famished, devouring everything in their way.

"Like what you see?" he asks and he blinks, the slightest bit surprised, when you nod.

"I do."

Silence hangs over the room once again, only troubled by the sound of water dripping in one of the stalls, somewhere further in the room. The nameless man watches you again, carefully, and it feels weird to be able to really, truly watch him back.

You can't say that you're not enjoying it.

"Come here," he says, in the same tone he uses in the games. Strict, cold, merciless.

But you're not scared when you walk up to him and he raises gloved palms to your cheeks, cradling your face in the same hands he used to kill, kill, and kill again, right before having his underlings wrap up the corpses in pretty present boxes.

You don't think about the dead when he leans towards you to pull you into a burning kiss.

And you don't think about the blood he spilled when his hand slips under your shirt and rises, brushing against your skin until he starts playing with your breasts through the thick fabric of his gloves.

The action tears a surprised moan from you, and he laughs against your lips, mean, cruel, monster of a man and yet so warm and gentle when his tongue slids inside your mouth to toy with yours. It isn't long before he pulls at the hem of your pants until they're lying on the dirty bathroom floor, and he uses both hands then when placing them under your thighs to carry you towards a sink so that he can play with you at will as you sit there, the perfect height for him to feast on your lips.

You don't even notice him stealing your panties, slipping them in the pocket of his uniform to use them later, when you're not around.

For now, you are around, though, and his takes off one of his gloves using his teeth, slowly, never breaking eye contact with you as he does so, delighting in your expression because you know what's coming next.

"You've been feeling lonely in these dorms, haven't you, baby?" he asks, ever so condescending. "Tell me what you need, and I might just give it to you. Anything for our dear players, after all."

You might be a player but he's the one playing with you as his fingers hover over your clit, never touching it, waiting for you to give in.

And you do, you do, you do.

"Please, touch me, S-sir..."

You don't know his name but the title has him go feral and he attacks you, cruel and merciless in the way he makes you come undone under his touch, leaving a trail of kisses along your throat as you cry in pleasure, tears rolling down your cheeks and mind too blurry to mutter anything but please.

"Want you, want your cock, Sir, please, please..."

Maybe it's the despair, maybe it's the loneliness at this point, and you know you shouldn't crave for the very person who murdered every single friend you made in this god-forsaken place, for the very person who wouldn't hesitate to raise a gun to your forehead and shoot, but yet you do, and it's as excruciating as it feels exquisite.

He unzips his red outfit, revealing his strong, scarred chest right beneath, and the fabric falls over his hips until he pulls it down just a bit lower along with his underwear to free his aching cock. It stands proud against his stomach, little pearl of precum on top faintly gleaming in the weak lights of the bathroom, but you don't get to stare for long.

A second later, the tip brushes against your folds, and inside it goes.

It feels huge between your walls, and the man laughs when it tears a muffled scream from your lips. His hand rises to your forehead and he pushes away a strand that stuck to the clammy skin there, his gesture almost kind, gentle.

"I'm going to take real good care of you, number 022," he says, softly kissing the shape of your jaw.

And he does.

His rough strokes inside you have you come undone around him twice more before he paints your walls white, cumming with a low, deep groan that you wouldn't have expected from the cold leader of the Squid Game's Masked Staff.

Later, when you put your sweats back on (without your panties - you can't find them anywhere), he stares at you again, his gaze on you now a familiar feeling that you've come to yearn for.

"Tomorrow's game," he says. "Glass panels. Left, left, right, left, right, right and left again."

You freeze, eyes darting all around the room, searching for cameras, mikes, anything.

"Y-you can't do that. The last people who helped a player got executed."

He laughs, as if the very thought was ridiculous, but he still ruffles your hair, amused like a pet owner laughing at a cute mistake their kitten just made.

"Good that I'm not like the others then, Angel, and you're too pretty to kill. Think of it as another debt, alright? I'll claim it once you win and..."

He leans towards you, menacing, until his breath tickles the skin of your throat as he whispers in your ear.

"It's not money you'll need to pay me back."

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