#Hawks stalking you

[isabeauwolf]

Ex Dabi x reader x Hawks 2 - It's not Over

(Warning: Stalking from both Dabi and Hawks. It get's spicy. Cheating. Cursing. - Had to add more to the drama, these boys are down bad for you~) Jealous Dabi and Hawks. +18 content, smut - Soft Dabi, character might be OOC, pervert Hawks, overly horny Dabi - It gets super spicy at the end!

The Safety Commission had tasked him with following you to get to Dabi.

So he did.

He'd watch you from a distance.

He'd watch you smile and cling onto Dabi, talking about everything and anything underneath the sun with the taller man listening, he remained on alert, but present. Watching the black haired guy's impassive and nonchalant expression, snark comments turn softer and warmer… dare he say gentle?

You were Dabi's weakness.

Hawks had watched Dabi protect you, kiss you, tease you as you blushed ever so cutely. He even knew what your voice sounded in the throws of passion, embarrassingly enough as he placed a few feathers around your shared room. The Winged Hero's a man after all, of course, whenever he heard your singing whenever on the rare occasion you pleasured yourself alone… he would get overly excited.

To be honest, Hawks didn't know when he had fallen for your siren song. All he knew was that he had fallen fast and hard for The Leagues treasured light in their darkness.

It was unprofessional for Japan's current number 2 Hero, magazines prized bachelor to have such possessive and protective instincts over you, and yet, what could he do? It felt right. Despite how wrong it was to be using you, the same way he had been used all this life. He knew what it was like to be trapped in the darkness, in a golden and guarded cage. Being unable to truly fly freely and alone, even surrounded by adoring fans and his idol.

The ever carefree and cheerful Hawks found himself crave your companionship, you became consuming his thoughts more than he'd liked to admit.

He had noticed his choice in woman and flings lately had similar features or traits to yours.

Even after releasing his pent up urges, he felt unsatisfied and hollow, such a greedy and selfish man he was.

When Hawks spotted you, two months before he was supposed to try to infiltrate The League. He didn't know what possessed him to approach you as you ordered coffee, donuts, muffins and breakfast sandwiches for yourself and the rest of your unsavory companions.

He noticed the overly large bag nearly slip out of your hand and he acted on his honed and trained skills on impulse, using his feathers and commanding them from stopping the bag from falling as you gawked in shock and then flustering in embarrassment as you thanked him.

It warmed his heart and made his heart thunder in his chest, he felt his wings flutter as a birdlike coo slipped past his lips.

His own face grew heated and he laughed it off and joked that you should be called a "beast tamer or bird whisperer." Watching your face glow as you laughed, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, his observant golden hues noticing your cheeks turning rosy from the compliment.

The feathered Hero hated to admit it, but he was jealous of Dabi for having such a cute little girlfriend like you. Kind, sweet, honest, hard-working, beautiful and he'd noticed your more stubborn side as you stared at the black and blue cat stuffed toy in the claw machine while you were at the arcade with Toga and Twice in disguise. The mischievous and unpredictable pair of Villains made wondering off, leaving you all alone.

Hawks watched from a distance as you strolled through the rows and rows of machines with Hero merchandise, candy, plushies, figures and whatnot, it seemed like an endless wonderland. Nothing had caught your eye until your eyes widened on a cat plush - black, blue eyes with a matching blue color and yellow bell, it was covered in white stitches. Ah, it reminded you of your boyfriend, Dabi.

You immediately rushed towards the machine, pulling your coin purse out of your purse, your heart set on this leftover Halloween, limited edition thing.

Each close call to you winning your bizarre and fury prize, watching it slip through the metal claw and fall back down and bounce, out of your reach as your nose scrunched up in annoyance and frustration. He bit back a snicker as you cursed silently, thinking nobody was playing attention, but he'd heard it. "Rigged, money hungry, piece of scrap metal bastard." Well, that was certainly a colorful choice of words.

Decided to play Hero once more, he casually walked up to you and whispered into your ear. "Need a Hero, miss?" His smile widened as you jumps, squealed in fight, but acted on impulse as your fight or flight reflexes kicked in as you turned and threw a punch, which he caught as he stared down at you in surprise. "Whoops, didn't mean to scare you, miss." He gave you a sheepish and guilty grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

You pulled your face away as if you'd been burned as your face grew heated. "Y/n." You mumbled shyly and covered your face, peaking through your fingers. "Hello, again Hawks."

"Oh?" Hawks felt his lips curl into a cocky grin. "You remember me, miss Y/n?" He tilted his head as he moved his viser from his eyes to sit more comfortable on his head. "I'm flattered."

"It's hard to when you left quite an impression like saving someone with your feathers like that." You admitted and muttered to yourself, turning your body to stare longingly at the cat stuffed toy.

Hawks leaned against the machine lazily and rises a golden brow. "Need a Hero?" He asked again, face to face. "It's my day off, but I wouldn't mind giving a cutely like you a helping hand." He teased with a playful wink.

You bit your lip. "I wouldn't want to waste your time, helping me, Hawks." You whispered, meeting his warm gaze.

You hated handouts and asking for help, even Dabi would tease you, bully you lovingly, breaking down your walls until you eventually gave him and taking his "impulsive" choice of gift when he really stole it or bought for you, knowing it was your favorite.

Hawks shrugged his shoulders. "I'm offering and it's not a bother, really." He fully turned, pulling out an Endeavor coin purse from his pocket, ignoring the odd look on your face as he inserted a few coins and excused himself, "Excuse me, sir kitty, but your new owner wants to take you home, little fella." He laughed to himself, feeling your eyes on him before watching as the metal claw grabbed the cat and slowly dragged it towards the hole, then it fell and landed ever so close to the edge.

"Damn, you are so close." Your eyes widened and gushed, watching with fascination and baited breath.

"Come on, be a good kitty and come to papa." Hawks felt his competitive spirit come out to play as he zeroed on the stuffed animal once more, grabbing it and winning it this time. Hearing you cheer and literally bounce on your feet was adorable. Bending down, reaching into the prize box, grabbing the overly soft and cuddle-y black and blue cat and offering it to you with an award winning smile. "Here you go."

Pausing, you blinked and pointed at yourself. "For me?" Staring at the stuffed cat, his out stretched hand and then his eyes. "But it's your win, Hawks." You waved your hands. "It wouldn't feel right to take it from you."

Hawks shook his head and insisted. "True, but I'm offering it to you."

You bit your lip and hesitantly grabbed it, your fingers brushing. "Thank you Hawks."

Hawks felt his heart hammered and thundered in his chest and his wings fluttered. "Your welcome." He couldn't help it and added, "One pretty kitty for such a cutey is more than enough thanks." Damn, that was way too cheesy and cringe-worthy, but it got you to giggle as you hugged the cat tight against your chest.

It was worth it.

"Thanks again, Hawks." You smile in appreciation, glancing down at the black and stitched kitty with adoration and affection, unaware of the Hero's sudden surge of jealousy towards the harmless inanimate object. Wishing you would look at him like that. "I have to go find my friends." You met his eyes once more, "Goodbye." You twirl on your heels and go to leave, raising your hand and waving.

Impulse struck again, Hawks commanding one of his feathers out of his wings and sent it towards you and in front of your face as you stopped and gawked at it. Confusion written clear on your face. The Winged Hero floundered, he didn't know what the hell got into him either, but he rolled with it. "I-" He swallowed and cleared his throat and chuckled awkwardly, ruffling his golden locks. "If you ever need me... call my name and I'll come as fast as I can."

You stared at the beautiful red feather in front of your face, it looked soft. You half turned, a playful lit in your eyes and you raised a brow, "Are you trying to make your swarms of adoring fangirls jealous?" You shook your head, something told you Japan's Number 2 Hero was just as annoyingly stubborn and pushy as your boyfriend.

Against the nagging voice in the back of your head, warning you that it was a bad idea and you knew Dabi wouldn't be pleased with you meeting one of his enemies. Again. You took the red feather in your hand anyways and were inwardly surprised how warm it was.

"For such a cool and carefree guy, you are awfully pushy and stubborn, aren't you, red?" You lightly caressed the feather with your thumb, watching as the Winged Hero, visibly shuddered and his feathers ruffled and his wings twitched, a noticeable blush spreading across his cheeks.

Hawks felt how light and careful you touched his feather. His whole body tingled and shivered as he bit back a groan. Oh, you were a secret tease. Damn, he should have known that it was always the quiet ones who were the most kinky and sinful in bed. "You could say that, little bird." He replied back.

You hummed, deciding to stuff the feather into your bra knowing full well that the stunned Hero observant gaze, followed your movement and he swallowed thickly as he felt your heartbeat and how warm your body was against a piece of him.

God, he was going to have sinful thoughts about that tonight, he knew it.

Without another word you left as he watched you go, placing his viser back over his eyes, walked out and saw Dabi, Toga and Twice waiting for you outside the arcade.

The fire villains uncaring and bored expression brightened just a tad, but it was there, Hawks saw it. His turquoise eyes brightened and came to life as you threw your arms around him and hugged him, leaning on your tiptoes to kisses him, he pulled you closer, cupping your face and leaning down to return the affectionate gesture.

Toga and Twice, gushed and teased, calling you two out on your PDA as you two broke the kiss, you became a huge flustered and blushing mess and Dabi's scarred, burnt and stapled lips twitched upward into a teasing and smug smirk. "Ignore the peanut gallery, doll." He leaned down and murmured into your ear, low and husky, filled with naughty intentions and dark promises. "We can have our own fun when we get back, how's that sound, baby?" He buried his face further into the crook of your neck, bit into your flesh and you gasped, moaned and arched into his chest.

Hawks heard it all. He felt and heard the erratic drumming of your heartbeat as your heart rate sped up and quickened, noticing how aroused you were becoming as you whispered and whined the villains name. Shit. Your excitement was affecting him too as he felt, his own need and desire rising.

Hawks hated it.

He wanted you to moan his Hero name like that, or better his true name. He knew he was in for another long night ahead of him as he watch the group of villains walk away.

He tried to drown out the noises he heard your moans as Dabi bend you over every surface of the Love Hotel room he rented as soon as the two of you closed the door. Who knew the reserved and uncaring Villain was an animal in the bedroom, his pleasure grunts and groans, your high pitch and breathless moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls.

How fucking pissed off and pent up was the half burnt, half zombie bastard to be rutting into your overly abused hole?

It took everything in Hawks to keep his professional mask in place and not pull his pants down to jack off at his desk while at work, golden eyes re-reading the same report over and over again. Dammit, he felt cock blocked and blue balled to hell. Biting his bottom lip as his jaw locked and his gloved hand gripped the armrest of his chair hard as he bit back a whine.

What the hell were you doing to him?

Thanking his lucky stars when it was finally over as you both climaxed. Again. Jesus, four times? Talk about ambitious.

Hawks' face grew flushed and red as he let out a shaky breath when he heard your breathless giggles and teasing grin ringing in his ear. His own breath caught in his throat when you mentioned him to your lover.

It was clear that Dabi was displeased and suspicious.

He licks his teeth, flicking the kitty plush with his middle finger and thumb as you held it against your chest while wearing Dabi's white shirt. "I don't trust that stalking, feathered peacock, doll." He scoffed, his face scrunching in annoyance. "Watch yourself, alright."

"I understand the risks." You blink back and huff through your nose, ignoring the need to roll your eyes.

Dabi pulls you into his chest as you go to get up, earning a surprised giggling squeal from you and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped underneath your breasts, keeping you in place. "Just... be care, Y/n." Pressing his scarred, burned and stapled chest against your back.

You anger disappears and your face softens. You tilt your head back and nudge his jaw with the side of your head. "You big ol' softie, my grumpy alleycat."

"Shut it," His face grows heated and flushed, grunting into your neck and refusing to look at you.

You complained that you both needed a shower as Hawks tuned everything else out.

The flames of jealous twisting like a knife in his gut, burning and scolding as he clenched his fists in frustration. He was pathetic. He need to get his emotions under control. Lock his sick, twisted and desperate emotions for you under control, for the mission.

A few weeks later, Hawks finally got in contact with Dabi.

His mission and tests were going to begin.

He needed to get into The League.

Need to prove his worth, towards the cause.

Needed to ignore his growing feelings of affection, yearning and fondness for you.

His resolution always crumpled whenever he saw you in person.

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Once, he was finally inside the Meta Liberation Army, Hawks couldn't help himself following you around like a hopeless puppy in-between forced to going back to being an "errand boy" for The League.

He felt like an intern and rookie all over again. It made since as the newbie, he was back to square one and working his way up the ladder. As much as he mentally complained and sighed, it had it's perks.

Twice and you seemed to be the only ones who were warming up towards him.

Dabi and Toga seemed to be overprotective of you, both shooting him nasty glares, if Hawks tried to get too close to you.

To say, the Hero was surprised when you still held onto his feather made him happy. No matter, how many times Dabi grumbled and spoke about setting it on fire when you changed his mind, saying, "It could come in handy, during an attack in case we get separated."

Dabi would roll his eyes. Answering your logical reason with an annoyed puff of smoke from his cigarette, "Don't go trusting that Hero too easily, baby doll," blowing the smoke away from your face. " He maybe on our side now, but you can never be too careful." He grunted, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side to keep you warm.

"My boyfriend worrying and jealous again?" You teased lightly, poking his cheek.

"And what if I am?" Dabi admitted, leaning down and stealing a kiss and whispering in your ear. "You love when I get all worked up, dontcha? Don't lie." His grip becoming possessive.

"Maybe a little bit, is that so bad, alleycat?" You gasp and answered, "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Dabi's expression softened, then grew heated, "but that red bird can't have you." His stubborn and bratty nature rising to the surface.

Dabi's phone went off, gave you another kiss, then walked off to answer it and finish his smoke outside.

Hawks didn't seem to want to leave his new perch. Yet he forced himself to open the window, rounding the rows of empty desks, causally walking towards you, panting his ass on your desk and doing as he pleased; watching as you use one of the spare computers Skeptic had given you as part of Shigaraki's orders.

You blink. "Excuse me, Hawks. I'm working." Reaching out, honey combed colored iris' followed your moment, going cross-eyed and the Winged Hero winced as you flicked him hard in the forehead. "Now, please move your feathered ass, red."

Hawks chuckled and rubbed his aching forehead. "I'll be damned, you are just full of surprises aren't ya, birdy." He returns your playfulness with lightly nudging the heel of his foot into the side of your leg. "You can get mad at me, it's impressive," he tilted his head, "seeing how much you can take before you crack."

You shake your head at him. "Nobody is made of stone, no matter what they want to believe." You typed on the keys as you talk, fingers moving on the keyboard like a pianist, possessed, skilled and graceful, but fast as you tapped away, adding, "Getting their feathers ruffled, everyone has their limits, Hawks, even you." You return to your work, picking up the slack for Giran after Re-Destro so kindly, injuries and cut off, your adoptive fathers smoking hand.

You were still pissed off about it. You gave the CEO an earful as the rest of The League watched you showing your rare bouts of anger and rage, scolding the older man like he was a rebellious and misbehaving child in time out.

Dabi and Shigaraki were snickering, and grinned in amusement while Compress, Toga and Twice applauded you, giving you their full support.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but you cut him off.

"You and Dabi have a lot more in common than you two think." You blink, meeting his gaze.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

"What could I possibly have in common with this walking, talking, chicken, doll?" Dabi grunted in annoyance as he came back, blowing the last of his smoke through his nose, placing the burnt out cancer stick into an ashtray, and lazily stalks towards you. "Goodie, goodie boy scout here would probably want to turn himself into the feds before he ever commits a crime in broad daylight." Shoving a hand into his pocket and pulling you in for a kiss.

Hawks' eyes are wide as saucers as he looks from Dabi back to you. His jaw twitched and ached, he felt his tempter flaring and patience snapping. He knew Dabi was pushing his buttons.

"You sound like you need a nap and coffee, mister grumpy kitty," You poke Dabi in the nose with the tip of you index finger.

"Want anything while I send our winged errand boy out?" Dabi replied, picking you up, plopping down into your chair and setting you down in his lap, leaning his chin on top of your head.

"No, thank you." You replied, continuing your work.

Dabi annoyingly clicks his tongue, giving him a look that tells as if he doesn't believe you. The flame villain tells Hawks your order without glancing at the Hero, and his grip on your hips growing possessive.

There's no time for you to go back and forth with him right now.

You cross your arms over your chest in a way that tell's Hawks if he didn't haul ass across this office and out the door in less than twenty seconds, Dabi were going to make him regret it.

Hawks sighs and heads back towards the open window, waving you two off, "I'm going, I'm going, Hawks on the job for two coffee addicted."

Dabi frowns, his jawline more pronounced as he turns his head and glares at Hawks.

He pulls out his phone and quickly does an online order, quickly pocketing his phone, shoving his viser back over his eyes and rushes onto the window seal, waving and taking off. "Be back in a flash!"

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Hawks learned that Dabi was not a morning person unlike himself.

The flame villain would even more irritable and bitchy without his morning coffee or whenever he had a sweet tooth. The walking zombie apparently had a fondness for strawberry flavored drinks, sweets and went gaga whenever you wore your strawberry cheesecake flavored chapstick.

He always noticed whenever you put it on, he couldn't wait to steal your lips and lick the chapstick away just so he could get a taste.

You were holding Dabi's hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and heading towards The Leagues Conference rooms for a meeting and stood outside the door, arriving early than the rest of the gang.

Hawks snuck behind the corner, watching and listening.

Despite the dirty look, you smile sweetly at him. Gently cupping his jaw and forcing him to look at you instead. "Cheer up, alleycat," you say in a sickeningly sweet purr and pepper his scarred, burnt and stapled jaw with kisses. "Once we are done, you get to have me all to yourself. How's that sounds?" Feeling your boyfriends frown lines get deeper before his face relaxes, but his guard was still up.

"I would like it even better, if that stupid chicken would stop stalking you like a fuckin creep." Dabi grumbles, grabbing the handle as he opens the door for you.

"Oh, let the feathered bird look." You giggle and shrug, "I'm sure he'll get bored eventually." You commend, stepping forward.

His body partially blocking the doorway, making you squeeze past him to be able to get in. You feel him pull you into his body, groping your ass hard and pressing your breast into his side before pulling you fully into his chest to steal a proper kiss, hunger, heated and full of tongue.

You kisses him back and close your eyes, running your hands up his chest and into his dyed black tresses unaware that Dabi's gaze never left Hawks as he slowly closed the door, lips tugging into a smug smirk. Your boyfriend pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressed you against the door, he knew Hawks was still out there listening and he didn't give a fuck.

Let that faker listen as he's the one giving you pleasure, moan and cum on his cock, his mouth or his fingers. You are his doll, his baby, his woman and he wasn't going to let that bastard have you.

Ruffling that red peakcock's feathers was fun.

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It was a week later that everything changed.

Hawks was more than surprised how brave and courageous his little bird was for not only standing up to Dabi, but had the guts to breakup with the deranged and powerful flame villain.

If to be honest, how such a sweet and kind person could love freely without fear of judgement was honorable.

You were free of him.

As much as Hawks pitied Dabi, he knew you two breakup was for the best.

Everything in him was secretly relieved that you were no longer a villain.

Why would you still be pinning after Dabi when you left him? It still hurt.

Shaking your head and slowly closing your small duffle bag as more tears were clouding your vision. It was stupid. You couldn't help it, leaving both The League and Dabi behind… it felt as if a piece of you was dying.

"You're second guessing again, c'mon, I'll take that." Hawks reached over and picking up the small duffel bag. The Winged Hero offered her a reassuring smile, pulling you into his side as he strung the strap over his shoulder and across his chest, being mindful of his wings.

"Ready?" He whispered in your ear as he wrapped one arm around your back and the other hooking underneath her knees. "Hold on tight, birdy."

"Y-Yes." You forced the words out between your teeth, swallowing hard and wrapping your Hawks' neck, the settle scent of his cologne hit your nose.

"Is this really everything?" He asked, a small frown on his face.

"I learned to carry light and only the bare essentials." You muttered, "only what I need to survive." You had your phone, left the key on the coffee table for Dabi, a letter for everyone, your wallet and your duffel bag. Everything.

The Heroes frown deepened as he glanced around the tiny apartment shared between you and Dabi. The place felt empty, except for what you had packed. What was Dabi's were his spare clothes you had folded and placed into your shared dresser.

A queen sized bed and box spring layed on the floor. A black mini fridge, a washing machine and portable stove. The pace was spotless, clean. Way too clean.

"I know, I'm probably the last person you would want to hear this from, but…" Hawks trailed off, leaned over and placed his hand on top of hers. "You did the right thing, even if, it hurts like hell now. It will get better you'll see." He pat her hand and let go. "I'm here, if you need somebody to talk to, m'kay."

Your stomach twisted in knots. You felt as if you were taking advantage of Hawks' kindness.

He took you to his home, gave you spare clothes and personal space.

He wasn't usually nervous to bring a woman home, but this was the first time he'd truly grown attached to someone. His song bird and siren.

He sat in the living room after changing into his grey sweatpants and a short sleeved shirt with his logo on it, waiting.

You came down wearing a red towel on your head and fully dressed into one of his spare red joggers and shirts.

Hawks felt his heart skip a beat, you were wearing his clothes and not Dabi's. He knew it was morally wrong, but he felt happy, genuinely happy. He hadn't felt this in a long time.

You sat down on the other end of the couch while he got up to make hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. He hoped it might cheer you up.

Hawks had breakups, but he just shrugged it off. None of them were serious. But.. the thought of something happening to you? Of never being able to see you again, scared him. Was this what it felt like to love someone? Was this what Dabi felt for you?

His hands gripped the mugs tight, then relaxed his grip as he joined you on the couch and offered you the chocolatey beverage with a reassuring smile. "Here, hot chocolate always makes me feel better."

You gave him a hint of a smile, thanking him and taking it. "Thanks, Haw-"

He took a deep breath and cut you off gently. "Keigo."

You blinked. "What?"

"My name.." he blurted as his face grew rosy, chuckling nervously. "It's Keigo. I know everything is backwards and sideways, but... I wanted you to know my name."

Keigo wanted to punch himself in the face.

You giggled, "Nice to meet you, Keigo."

Keigo swore, he felt Cupid's arrow hit his heart. Oh my god, you were too cute!

Feeling sentimental, you finally broke down and told him your story. How your mother died when you were little, your father was a boxer, he became a cruel and bitter man after your mother died. When he started to lose matches, he'd take his anger out on you.

No hero would help, not even the teachers. Left with no other choice your ran away, away from him, from your home. You ran and ran and never looked back.

"Where's you father now?" Hawks asks slowly, his fists clenches hard. His over-protectiveness towards anyone who dares hurt you, his dove.

You chuckles bitterly, "That bastard died in some underground cage fight." You think Giran said it was a kid named Rappa or something.

Hawks felt relieved that he was dead, yet disappointed. He inwardly shook himself. Shoving his more primal instincts back into it's cage. Right now, in his home with you, he's Keigo, not Hawks. Still the words slipped out of his mouth before he could take them back, "So he got what he deserves? Bad Karma."

You closed your eyes and sighed. "I suppose. Losing mom made him focus all his grieving into fighting." Leaning your body against his warmth. "Bitterness, loneliness, heartbreak… people do crazy things when they are in love. It's a blessing. A curse. Everyone wishes for it."

It's funny how much you understand your father now, ironic and fucked up as it is.

"To be loved, to be seen, to be heard, even if… its just one person. Then you are never truly alone." Great, I sound pathetic. Spilling all of my depressed memories and mushy thoughts of romance to Hawks. "You know what? Forget what I said, I'll just.." You went to get up, but Keigo's arms tightened around you, forcing you to stay seated into his lap. "Keigo?"

Keigo buried his face into the crook of your neck. He closed his eyes and inhaled your sweet and comforting scent. "No."

You raised a brow and repeated in confusion. "No?"

Keigo wanted so desperately to press his lips against your neck, give the tender flesh a kisses and nip. "It's not nonsense." He admitted, whispering against your skin. His mouth quirked into a small smirk when he felt you shiver against him. "Love." Yes, he realized that he loved you. He couldn't say it now. Not while you were so vulnerable and recovering from your breakup with Dabi. "Love can be a blessing and a curse." He did agree with that. "Make you see the best and worth in people, it's natural." Keigo felt himself smile and continued, "It can set you free or chain you down for life, but worth it."

Silence filled the space as you took in the Hero's words.

"Wow, what a poet you are, red." You teased, leaning back to nudge your head with his. "Can I get up now? That cup of coffee is calling my name."

"Uh, right." Keigo grew flustered, releasing his hold on you. "My bad." He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly, watching you go.

"Don't worry I'll make some for you two feathers." You waved over your shoulder, focusing on your tasks.

"Thanks, birdy." Keigo leaned back against the couch. This thoughts still swimming from his dark and twisted thoughts from earlier. Hawks had done UnHeroic and shady deals in the past for The Commission. Hell, he's even killed people. He was simply being a good soldier, trained and bred for war, locked in the shadowed and yet chained in the light.

Would he truly have taken vengeance for you? In your name?

It was a scary thought.

It wouldn't have had him, even better than Dabi.

A twisted and deranged villain.

"People do crazy things when they are in love, huh?" Keigo repeated softly, rolling onto his side, snatching a pillow that smelled like you, hugging it against his chest and closed his eyes. He just needed to rest his eyes. The days fatigue were hitting him hard, he needed a nap.

You came back with two cups of coffee.

You stopped in your tracks and smiled, setting both cups down into the coffee table.

You reached over, unfolded the fuzzy, soft blanket you purchased and covered him up. Running your fingers through his soft, golden and unruly locks as he cooed and chirped in his sleep which made you cover your mouth and chuckle quietly. "Night, red." Brushing a few strands from his forehead, leaning down and give it a tender kiss. You grabbed your coffee, sat down in the love seat, sipped it and read your book. You set a timer in case you feel asleep, soon enough you dozed off as well.

Unaware that someone was peaking through the balcony window. He was tempted to pick the lock and steal you away. This intense azure blues stayed on your figure, one of his hands at his side twitched as he continued smoking his cigarette to calm himself down, blowing plums of smoke out of his nostrils.

He knew where you were now.

Of course, that red feathered hypocrite would keep you close. You were still as beautiful as the night you left. His beautiful doll. He missed you. He ached for you. He burned for you. Dabi felt his scarred, burn and stapled mouth grow into a smug smirk. You'll never forget me, my little love. He inwardly, chuckled darkly, mouth tugging back wider into a feral grin. In this world of madness you will never be alone, Y/n.

He has plenty of time to get you back.

Dabi twirled on his boot heels, his coat tail flying as the wind started to pick up, flicked the ashes and cigarette over the edge without watching it fall. He jumped over the railed, feeling the ground rushing towards him, the wind brushing through his hair, the rush of adrenaline in his veins as he bit his lower lip, trying to keep the mad laughter from escaping.

Activating his quirk and jumping, landing onto his feet. Tilting his head back as his shoulders shook, turning towards the back alleyways and into the darkness from wince he came. Only then, did his dark mirth, cackles and laughter burst forth. "Y/n, y/n, it's fate." Dabi muttered to himself, turquoise eyes wide as another spurt of laughter slipped past his lips. "You will never escape me. Oh, my pretty doll, I will steal you from your golden cage. You'll see."

He now owed Mr Moneybags Re-Destro and Skeptic a favor, but it was worth it.

Now that he's found you.

He'll steal you when the time is right.

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After being hauled up in the Winged Heroes house for weeks to get settled and grieve, Hawks decided to drag you outside for some fresh air and a shopping date.

Dabi observed in the shadows, wearing his rain jacket, face mask and shades as Hawks picked you up, carrying you in his arms, ran towards the balcony, unfurrowed his stupid crimson colored wings, jumped and took flight with that fake smile on his face.

His hands clenched and flames ignited, hearing your squeals and screams of fright as you tried to yell over the wind, pleading for Hawks to put you down. "I'm going to sucker punch you, red! Put me down, Hawks!"

Hawks chuckled, whispering into your ear, "Trust me, little bird. I've got you."

Dabi watched as Hawks flew away with you. Decided to sneak into the Heroes house while you two were away to investigate.

He supposed the house was decent, too big for one person. He immediately found your room and layed down on top of your bed, inhaling your scent and closed his eyes, breathing you in. Wishing that it was you he was cuddling with.

He missed you so much. Blinking, he noticed something underneath one of the pillows. Your not so secret candy stash and one of his white shirts that Toga helped you dye black and blue.

You had kept it.

Dabi's mismatched lips quirked upward.

You missed him.

Unzipping his coat and pulling off his shirt, he decided to put the dyed one on and raid Hawks ridge. He made himself a sandwich with all the precut veggies your kept in the fridge. Seems old habits died hard with you.

He sneered at the frozen fish in the freezer. "Yuck." He snatched your tub of ice cream and closed the freezer. He knew you liked salmon, but who the hell like tuna steaks? The bird fuck? Probably.

He sat in the exact same spot he saw feathers siting at last night, kicked his feet onto the coffee table and turned on the tv. Channel surfing while he ate, when Endeavor was on, he paused, smirking.

Having finished his sandwich and ice cream, cleaning up his mess and washed the dishes.

He was tired of waiting.

He needed to see you tonight, he needed answers.

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Hawks became your friend, your rock.

You still messaged Toga and La Brava, but… you still missed Dabi, your Touya.

Seeing the hurt and heartbreak underneath all of his front and anger, hurt you too.

You hated it.

It needed to be done.

Shigaraki tasked you with being their spy.

Hugging Hawks, no, Keigo. The man behind the crimson wings, bright smiles, flashing lights and his reckless, carefree persona as Japan's Number 2 Hero. You could see it since the moment you met him, a lonely person, trapped and caged by The Hero Safety Commission.

Returning to civilian life after many years of navigating The Underground and Black Markets with Giran, gathering Intel and learning peoples body languages and speech patterns, it felt like putting on a dress way too small and clinging onto your skin.

Giran and La Brava helped you start your new life.

It felt like too much freedom, without actually being able to do anything. It was torturous.

Being surround by people who loved you and accepted you despite your flaws and what society had done to them, they were free and lived their lives how they wished.

You felt as if you were drowning, trying to stay strong.

Keigo was a patient and kind boyfriend, spoiling you rotten. He knew he went overboard while buying you presents and gifts. He had all of this money to burn and wanted you to feel more comfortable living in his house since you had nowhere else to go.

All you had was a small suitcase the night you left The League.

Keigo was more than happy and excited to show you off to other Heroes and his fans. The press ate it up, saying Japan's number two Hero had finally found his angel.

He was overly affectionate, needy and clingy. He'd hug you, making you smile and laugh. Kiss your forehead, you cheeks, your nose everywhere except for your lips, saying that he would wait for you to make the first move.

This form of intimacy was nice and different. You felt awful comparing Dabi and Hawks.

Dabi was all passion, heat and in the moment type of guy, if he wanted you, he'd steal your lips, your breath, everything you had to give, and he could be gentle when he wanted to be.

You could see the hunger in Keigo's gaze as he held you in his lap, cuddling you from behind, his crimson feathers wrapping you both like a blanket. Hiding you in your own little world of red.

You listened to the sound of Keigo's heartbeat and steady breathing, lulling you to sleep.

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You awoke to something pressed against your back. Humming you snuggled into that warmth when a familiar scent of cologne made your eyes open and blink past your haze vision.

You were in your room.

The room was dark, night time.

Hawks was gone on his nightly patrols and Hero work.

You were home alone.

"Mornin'." A familiar voice cooed and rasped, huskily into your neck, pressing a soft kiss.

"Dabi," You gasped, whispering his name after so long felt foreign after so long.

Your ex turned you over, pressing your body into the mattress, spreading your legs and wedging himself between them, flattening and molding his body against yours.

Dabi noticed the red feather attached to a silver chain around your neck. His eyes narrowed, clicking his tongue. "If that motherfucker thinks this is going to stop me from reclaiming you, then he's wrong, doll." His snatches the feather in his hand, yanking it until the chain snapped and broke, the feather grew and sharpened into a blade, cutting into his palm, but he didn't care.

Your eyes widened and gasped. Watching him activating his quirk, his turquoise iris' brightened with amusement and chuckling darkly as the bladed feather burned and disintegrated and turned it into ash.

"There," Dabi hummed with satisfaction, crumpling the ashes in his palm, mixed with his blood, dripping onto your shirt. "Now, it's just you and me." He pulled you into his chest, hugging you and burrowing his nose in your hair and inhaling your scent and shampoo, groaning. "God, I've missed you, doll."

His warmth in enveloped you. "Touya, your hand." Your eyes growing misty, the corners stinging and clouding your vision as they fell. You tried to push yourself away, sadness and worrying in your voice.

His grip tightened, he shook his head. "I don't care." He growled, "You are more important."

You whimpered, "Touya, please."

He pulled away, showing you his bleeding hand, reactivating his power and cauterizing the wound. "My nerves are fried, remember."

You cried harder, sobbing, holding his injured hand.

Your voice was shaky and unsteady, as you began to sing, " "F-Flower… gleam and glow. Let y-your power shine, make the clock reverse… " tears falling faster and landing on top of Touya injured hand. "Bring back what once was mine.. Heal what has been hurt." Your hair and the wound began to glow a golden hue as your ex lover watched, "Change the fates' design. Save what had been lost, bring back what once was mine…. what once was mine."

Your secret power and quirk, "Healing."

You were not only The Leagues information broker, but there secret healer.

You were considered quirkless on your records for fear of people abusing your power. No-one had saved you from your abusive drunk boxer of a father after your mother passed away.

You ran away before your father could sell you for paying a debt he was owed. You ran and ran, you didn't care that it was snowing. You ran into an alleyway, waiting for deaths release when Giran found you and took you in.

Beaten and bruised, cold and hungry, nobody reached out to you. No Heroes. Only Giran and then Dabi and Shigaraki.

You shook as memories resurfaced. You trembled in Touya's hold as he felt the warmth spread across his body, slowly healing his burns and healed his injured hand. Feeling slowly coming back to him as he sucked in a shuddering breath, he missed you, holding you, feeling you heal him from the inside out as his heart thundered hard in his chest.

Everything emotion he'd been bottling up since you've left had washed over him, rushing and rising to the surface. He was angry, frustrated and hurt, but above all, he missed you. He couldn't eat or sleep, a piece of him had been missing without.

You uncovered his newly regenerated hand, tilting your head back and meeting his eyes.

He cupped both of your cheeks, leaned down and whispered, "I love you, Y/n." Using the back of his thumbs to wipe away your tears as more replaced them.

Your breath hitched. "You idiot…. big… dumb.. idiot…"

"Yeah.." his voice shaky, lips ghosting over your own. "But.. you still love me.. not that dumb bird.. admit it." He panted, his bottom lip trembled, "Try to shove me away.. you can't," his nose brushed your own.

You knew this was wrong.

Touya, no, Dabi wasn't your boyfriend anymore. Keigo was.

"Don't." You whimpered, frustrated and angry tears falling, mixed with sadness.

You were so happy to see him.

You needed to shove him away and off of you. You wanted to scream, yell in his face, but you couldn't.

Swallowing the hard lump in your throat, felt like you were choking down rocks and sand. Touya was crying and being vulnerable, a side he only showed you. You wanted to hug him, but you remained still. Closing your eyes and trying to remain completely still, letting go of his newly healed hand.

Dammit, you did it out of habit and reflex. You were giving him mixed signals!

He knew you were too overwhelmed to talk. You were still trembling hard against him.

You were sad, mad, frustrated and everything in between.

Sharagaki didn't want you to tell Dabi in the first place because he knew your boyfriend wouldn't allow you to do it.

"Shigs he won't let me go undercover." You protested, trying to reason with your boss, your friend.

He remained silent, frowning underneath his masked hand, father. He took his off, lowering it. "You have to hurt him."

"What?" Your eyes widen.

"Break up with Dabi, V/n." Shigaraki groaned, "It's a stupid cliche, but if I order you to go crispy will question everything, shove his foot down." He chuckles weakly, running a few of his fingers through his hair.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Boss, I can't." You whisper.

"If you break his heart, hurt him. He'll leave you alone." His blood red crimsons met your own. "I know I'm asking a lot. You know we don't trust Hawks. Hell, the feathered fucker is on his way now. If he seeing everything himself. He'll believe it."

Your gaze falls to the floor. You've lied before to people, to strangers, but never your friends, never to Dabi, to Touya.

"Y/n," Shigaraki placed his hand on your shoulder, raising his pinky. "I know this is hard, but I believe in you." He gave a small smile underneath his locks of hair and chapped lips. "When you come back we will celebrate okay?"

You nodded, smiling weakly. "Yes, Tomura. Our Demon King."

"There's our info broker and golden egg." His smile widens, then turns into a smirk. "Let's all level up, yeah?"

You laugh. "Game factory reset."

Having regained his composure, Touya moved his mismatched lips to your ear. "Tap my shoulder twice for yes and once for no." He grinned, feeling you shiver beneath him. "Did boss man give you a mission?"

You tensed, gaze refusing on him, raising your hand and tapped his right shoulder twice.

He chuckled, "I knew it." His voice smug and full of pride. "Naughty, girl.." he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Hurting my feelings and keeping such a big secret from me." Touya licked and nibbled on you earlobe.

You gasped and arced into his warm body, squirming. Cheeks aflame and your breath hitched, heart hammering hard in your chest.

"Poor, dumb, feathers." Touya pulled back cooing in fake concern. His burnt, stapled and scarred lips pulled back wide in a sadistic grin, ocean blues bright, filled with love, adoration and a hint of playfulness. "Falling for our prized actress and trump card." Tilting his head, gaze heavy-lidded. "Does he know?"

You tapped his shoulder once, no.

Touya's body shook as he buried his head into your chest, cuddling and laughing, barking and loud, muffled by your softness as you felt the vibrations.

You heated face was on fire from embarrassment. Your ex was hugging you, teasing you and had you trapped against your bed, alone with you and you did nothing.

The feather Hawks had given you was gone. He will know something is wrong and call you. You started to panic.

Touya noticed, leaning away and gently shushing you, forcing your gaze to meet his own. "Don't panic, I'll steal you away before dumbass can return." He winked, "but first... let me kiss you, please?"

You sniffed and pouted, shaking your head. "I can't leave. It's too soon. Boss' orders." You admitted, a tiny laugh escaped your lips at the bratty pout on Touya's face, it was adorable. "You are still a jackass for answering my confession months later." You huff playfully, "Talk about being cruel and leaving a girl hanging, for shame. Admit it."

He laughed, "Yes." Kissing your forehead. "But I'm all yours." His eyes were soft, glowing in the moonlight. "Say your still mine." He whispered, his voice raw and desperate, pleading. "Say you love me." His body was trembling and shaking as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He's missed you so much. "Please, Y/n." Bloody tears welling and falling, staining his cheeks. "Baby."

You cupped his face, wiping the trails of crimson from his face. The smell of burnt flesh, smoke and bloody never bothered you, his appearance never disgusted you.

You knew it was wrong. To fall back into the devils arms and charms, but how could you leave him again?

How could you deny him?

It's simple. You couldn't. You didn't dare.

All you wanted was right here, even if, he would disappear once more before sun rise.

Your Touya was here.

"I love you, Touya." You closed your eyes and kisses him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he pressed his full body weight into your own. Tilting his head to the side, deepening the kiss, pouring all his feelings, his heart and soul into it.

"Again." He muttered in-between kisses.

"I love you," you giggle.

"Again," he growls, heated hands become possessive, trailing all over your body and curves.

"I- I.. love you." You gasp and moan into his mouth.

"Damn fuckin' right you do, baby doll." He grunts. Pulling away, panting. His mismatched lips curling, turning fully smug. "No matter how high the golden cage that feathered traitor makes his nest." Touya grinds his hips into your own, his eyes trained on yours as he groans in pleasure, "I'll find you. Thinking he can hide away what always has been mine." He growls, his body heating up.

Craving you.

His body was touch-starved and needy, he desired you, only you to cure his needs.

With that spoken dark promise, Touya becomes more feral and greedy. Trailing kisses from your kisses to you jaw, down your neck as he sucks and nips hard at the skin, leaving love bites in his wake.

You pant and shiver underneath him, whining. "Keep… them hidden…"

Touya paused and stilled, he hoped that he was wrong. He still felt his bloody boil and red hot jealousy enter his veins, his grip on your hips tightened. Dark ocean blues meeting your own confused ones. "Have you fucked that feathered peacock, doll?"

You shook your head as you shivered from his intense, heated gaze. Touya was jealous? Why was seeing him all worked up, huffy and borderline feral, so sexy and such a turn on? "No, we haven't had sex. We've kissed..." You admitted, blushing furiously. "We... we helped gotten each other off, but only with our clothes on."

Touya looked conflicted, he was pleased that you two hadn't done the deed, but that bucket of chicken shit heard your pleasure moans and made you orgasm. That tidbit had made his eyes narrow and snarl, he sat upright, yanking his clothes off. "Take off your clothes." He ordered, pulling his white shirt over his head and dropping onto the floor, followed by unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, kicking them off. "Now doll."

You shuddered as heat, pooled between your legs. "Yes, Sir." You obeyed, slipping your thumbs into the waistline of your bedtime short and panties, lifting your hips and pulling them down over you legs and threw them into your laundry basket at the end of the bed. Quickly, followed by your tank top. Leaving you bare, naked and all for the fire user to see.

"Good girl," he purred, stalking towards the bed, never keeping his eyes from you as your squirmed underneath his burning, lustful and leering stare. "You've missed me fuckin' that pussy wide open, haven't ya?" He stroked himself, fisting and tugging on his manhood as it stood fully erect and hard, groaning as you watched, mesmerized and drooling. "Like whatcha see, baby? He's sure missed you too." His lips curl smirking.

You lick your lips, watching the trail of precum drooping from the slit. You felt butterflies in you belly and antsy, shifting and pressing your thighs together, swallowing thickly and nodded your head. "Yes, I have." You bit your lower lip as your hand twitched, tempted to touch yourself, relieve the aching between your legs.

"Lay back and spread your legs." He commanded, voice growing low and husky. "Show me, and I might be generous and eat you out, but don't cum until I say so."

You spread your legs for him and lay back flat on the bed, feelings your grow wetter and wetter underneath his fiery and intense gaze.

"Wider, baby, lemme see your pretty pussy," His voice was low, dark, sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the air conditioning in the room.

You legs fall wider, nearly pressed against the bed.

"That's it," he groans, slowing his strokes to edge himself, rubbing his thumb over the cockhead, smearing his precum from the slit over the sensitive tip, shuddering as he felt his eyes on your slick cunt. "Show me, how much you miss me."

Your heartbeat thudding hard in your ears, cheeks growing rosy, retaining eye contract. You took a deep and calming breath, biting your lip and released a shaky breath, slowly ever so slowly, you dragged your fingers down your chest, past your belly, spreading your legs wider towards your core. Dragging her middle and index finger to circle around her clit, breath hitched as you rubbed the nut in slow and small circles, your hips jerk in reflex.

His eyes twinkling with amusement, "That's my girl," he praises, azure blues glowed and focused on your movements, promising wicked, sinful pleasures with a smug smirk. "Fuck yourself f'me, baby." Stopping his stroking to squeeze his pierced dick hard, lowering to fondle his heavy sack, then return to jerking off. "I wanna hear how nasty and wet she is."

You whimper, god, you missed his deep voice and hearing him dirty talk.

"Hmm? What's that?" He mocked and teased, smirk widening. "Is it too much already?" He shook his head and clicked his tongue is disapproval. "My baby's been slacking." Resuming his lazy stroking, feeling himself grow harder, "Where'd my lil' cumslut crybaby go?" Touya tilted his head, laughing as he stopped to watch you shudder and replying in a breathless whisper.

"No, it's been a while." You admitted.

"Have you no been getting off?" Touya chuckles was a humorless sound. "Oh, right, Hawks hasn't fucked you yet."

You were used to his bullying and mean comments, you suppose you deserve it after breaking and shattering his heart. He's pent up, angry and super horny. It's clear that he's missed you too, wanted you just as bad, as desperate.

You shook your head. "No, not by myself." You panted and fired back, glaring or tried to. "You've ruined me, Touya, you sadistic perverted bastard."

Touya released a heavy, breathy groan as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck yeah, I did. Turned my innocent, shy mousy into my personal cocksleeve and whore." Sucking in a hissing breath, gritting his teeth, fuck, he's so sensitive and his balls are full. "Faster, doll, we don't have all night." His gaze meets your own as he ordered again, his patience wearing thin as he growled. "Fuck yourself Y/n, fuck her open for me."

You run your free hand down your slit to gather your slick, coating your middle and index finger in your own juices, slowly inserting your middle finger, pumping in and out, moaning. Your right hand working faster against you bundle of nerves harder and adding your index.

Your face burned as you could hear the filthy, wet noised from between your legs and whimpering moans escaping.

His burning and intense, heavy-lidded and lust-filled blues never leaving your flushed face, panting gasps and moans, the shaking of your thighs or your dripping cunt.

"Stop." He orders, halting his stroking as his cock, jumping and throbbed in protest.

You stop and whine, getting ready to beg when you noticed him strutting towards you, you swallow watching his hard, pierced and angry swollen dick twitch and begging for attention.

He kneels on the bed, removing your fingers to shove two of his own inside, pumping slow and teasing, then curling them. "Suck on my-"

You cut him off mid-order, taking him into your mouth and reaching around to grab his ass cheek with you hand, pulling him closer and deeper into your greedy, wet, mouth.

"Ah, fuck, that's it." Touya's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he shuddered, god, he's fucking missed you. "That's a good girl," He muttered and blinked, trailing his heavy-lidded, azure blues down at the erotic sight before him, "Show me how much you've fuckin' missed me."

You moaned against his praises, sucking hard, bobbing your head and licking the underside of his cock. You closed your eyes as your cheeks burned, listening to the filthy noises from how wet you were as Touya finger fucked you harder and faster, pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping wet cunt.

You heard his grunts and groans of pleasure, mixed with your own moans.

You felt his move your hair out of the way, so he could see you better.

"L-Look at me, Y/n." Touya panted as he legs started to shake and buckle, letting go of your hair to grip the headboard, knuckling turning white and the wood groaning.

You opened your eyes and meet his dilated, blown out wide, lust-filled, turquoise stare; feeling your insides flutter and clench, you moaned louder against his length.

Even after so long, you knew, he was close to coming undone.

Pulling off his length to use your hand, gripping the base in a firm grip, twisting your wrist, pumping up and down as you moan lower. "Touya... please cum for me." You begging, as you felt the coil in your belly tightened, you were so close.

"Yeah?" His breath hitched, thrusting his hips forward and buckling into your hand. "You want my cum, baby doll? Think you've earned it?"

You nod your head. "Yes, please, I've been a good girl for you." You pant and whine, "Only you."

He shook his head, his cock twitched and throbbed harder in your hand. "Who's pussy is this?" He hissed, picking up the pace on his thrusting hips and his fingers, adding his thumb to play with your swollen and puffy clit. "Say it, baby." He rasped.

"Yours!" You shuddered and gasped, angling your hips to help him hit that sweet spot over and over, "Yours, Touya's! Oh, god!"

"Yes, mine, all fuckin' mine." He growled, hand leaving the bed frame to guide your head closer to his dick. "S-Suck and swallow all of it."

Without another word, you did as you were told. Jerking him off while sucking hard on the tip, licking the underside as you let him use you for his own pleasure.

The knot in your belly snapped, your insides clenched hard around Touya's fingers as you climaxed, moaning around his cock as your body shook and tensed.

"Ah, fuck, I'm-" Touya's warning died in his throat as he reached his peak too, cumming inside your mouth.

You swallowed it all and licked him clean.

Touya panted, pulled his fingers out and licked the juices clean. He groaned, he missed your taste too. Licking his digits clean, knowing you were watching, knowing he wasn't done with you yet. "Not done with you yet." He smirked, crawling down your body, spreading your wider and laying down onto his stomach.

"What a mess you've made, naughty doll." He teased, licking his lips and meeting your blushing face. "Can't waste a good meal." Sticking his long tongue out and licked a stripe between you opening to your sensitive clit, you both groaned.

Your phone rang.

Your heart stopped and you froze.

It rang and rang.

Touya's raised a brow, leaning back. "Answer it and pretend that I'm not here." His dark eyes filled with mischief.

Taking in a shaky breath, you reached over on the night stand, checked the caller id and pale. Oh, shit, it's Keigo.

You bring the phone to your ear and answer it, "Hello, Kei?" You gasp, watching in horror as Dabi resumed feasting, sucking, licking and devouring you.

"Baby girl, are you alright?" Keigo asked in worry. "I felt one of my feathers burn."

Your breath hitched. "I'm sorry, Kei. It got burned on accident."

"I'll have to give you another one then, clumsy." Keigo joked. "I was hopping we could netflix and chill when I got back home in the morning before bed. How about it? Sound good?"

"Y-yeah, I'd like.. that." You stuttered out, noticing Touya becoming jealous as he pressed himself further into your pussy, grip on your thighs become possessive, circling two of his fingers around your entrance, covering them in your slick and shoving them back in.

"Am I... interrupting your private time?" Keigo teased, no doubt, wear a knowing smirk on his face. "I hope that your thinking about me?" He asked, sounding hopeful.

Oh god, your insides were twitching and fluttering.

These two menaces were sooo not playing fair.

It was stupid to admit it that you had been thinking about the feathered Hero before. You knew Touya would get angry, even more jealous.

The intrusive thoughts one. "Y-yes, I have, K-Kei."

You glanced down at Touya who was seething, stopped his fingers, leaned back and nipped at your thigh hard in warning.

"K-Kei, I need t-to go, please?" You stiffened a yelp, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

Touya licked your inner thigh to sooth the bite, then return to eating you out, growing more ferocious and sloppy.

Oh, holy shit, he was trying to make you cum while talking on the phone with Keigo.

Dear god, you felt as if your body was going to burst into flames from embarrassment as you heard Keigo release a low, breathy groan into the receiver. "Damn, sweetheart, you really sound so needy and horny." He practically whined. "Your tempting me to jack off at my desk." His voice teasing and dripping with lust.

Who could blame him? The poor birds been pent up too.

"Lemme hear your sexy voice," Keigo encouraged, the sound of a clothes ruffling and a zipper unzipping reached your ears. "Lemme hear how wet you are, pretty please?"

You bit your lip. You can't believe that you we about to have phone sex with Keigo while Touya was playing with your body.

You put the phone on speaker. "Can you repeat that, please, Kei?"

Touya's interest was peaked, he couldn't stop himself. He stopped his ministrations, much to your displeasure.

If you made both of these men have he worse blue balls, then you might as well endure it.

Keigo chuckled, trying to keep quiet. "Gonna make me beg for it, dove?" He groaned as he spat into his hand, wrapping his hand around his erect cock and strolled himself, tight and hard. "I'll bit. Only for you." He grunts, the sound of his chair creaking and l back as he got comfortable. "Fuck, Y/n. Baby, I'm so hard for you already."

You bit your lips. "You want me that bad, naughty Hero?" You couldn't help, but tease him.

"Yes," He whines, closing his eyes as he pictures you above him, straddling his waist and fucking him, instead of his fist. "Please, please, don't tease me, precious," he whines and cooes, panting. "Lemme hear how wet your pussy is for me, please?"

You met Touya's amused gaze as he removed his fingers, crawled off the bed and...

Oh no, Touya found your vibrator! Of course, that sneaky thief would find it!

You swallowed and shuddered and pressed your legs together as Touya crawled back onto the bed with the black shoe back which left your blue duel vibrator. "Okay." You whispered, nodding your head.

Touya's smirk turned impish as he opened the bottle of lube onto the toy, coated it and shoved it inside you, then without warning turned it on.

You moaned, nearly dropping your phone as Touya worked into toward hard and fast, merciless. "Fuck!"

You could hear the lewd wet sounds coming from your between your legs. You forgot that you had turned the vibrations on the duel toys on high the last time you used it to get it, looks like it was a mistake. You met Touya's burning, lustful, teasing and amused gaze.

The smug, sadistic shithead.

"Holy shit, baby, your soaking." Keigo grunts, fist tight as he buckled his hip upward, fucking into his hand. Wishing it were you. He's so fucking jealous of that cute vibrator, that poor shit excuse of a fake dick. Giving you pleasure instead of him. When he gets a hold of you, finally has you underneath him, he'll show how much he wants you. "Bet you missed getting fucked by a real dick, huh, dove?"

You moan, "Yes."

Touya didn't stop there.

He placed your free hand onto the vibrator to hold as he drags your towards the edge of the bed. Your fingers nearly slip onto the phone as you drag it with you, helpless and hopeless to whatever your flamed loved has planned for you.

You know Touya's ego is soaking in your helpless state and how pathetic you were sure he though Hawks was being right now. So overly feral, needy and horny for you.

Touya shoved your hand away, lips your hips and up, pulled the vibrator of out of your dripping hole, your whined in protest, watching as he used it on your clit while he fucks your pussy with his tongue.

You moan louder. You feel the heat and cord coiling and tightening in your belly, the reach of Touya long tongue fucking you as he hold back the making a sound as his hands tighten around thighs. But you could still hear Keigo's muttering, whines and praising spilling from his mouth along with his the lewd, filthy sound of him jerking off to the sound of your voice.

It was too much. Your legs were trembling, body spasming, you had become a moaning mess. You hadn't realized you had closed your eyes until you opened them, meeting Touya's bewitching and unblinking, heated stare.

The cord snapped.

You let go of the phone, "Oh, god… I'm cumming." You moan, fingers gripping hard into Touya's hair. You bite your lips to not call out his name.

"Fuck, me too," Keigo whines into the phone, "Y/n!" His hips and back arcing, shoving his shirt into his mouth and his wings fanning out, feathers flying, cumming in his hand and moaning your name.

You pant, breathless and boneless as Touya's face is covered in your release, licking his lips and savoring his prize.

Your whole body grows aflame.

You are the worst.

But you came so fucking hard.

"Goddamn, baby bird," Keigo chuckles, panting and gasping for breath. His whole body was shaking, buzzing and drunk from his high and orgasm. You really were full of surprises. "That was amazing," he laughed. He sounded so fucking happy. "I.. uh.. better clean myself up and get back to work. I'll bring you breakfast in the morning, yeah?"

Touya layed you down gently, turning off the vibe as went to the bathroom to clean it with the toy cleaner he found in the shoe box. "I'd like that, thanks." You leaned your head back down onto the bed, legs still shaking. "Bye, Kei and good night." You hung up, feeling guilty.

Your villainous ex/boyfriend came back, leaning his body against the threshold of the bathroom door. Touya's shoulders shook as he busted out laughing, "That poor needy, blue balled fucker. You've got him whipped so hard, baby doll." He crackled.

You placed your phone above your head, keeping your face emotionless.

He helping you further back onto the bed, crawled towards you and grinning wide. "God, I fucking love you." Cupping your cheek and kisses your lips hard. "Bossman would be proud." Towering over you as he fondles and kneads your breasts again in between his hands,

You taste yourself on his tongue as he spreads your legs wide with his knee. Stroking himself with his free hand, coating his hard, pierced length along your soaking wet folds, rolling his hips as you whimper from oversensitivity.

"You've cum twice and I've only cum once." He smirks, "Now that's not fair, is it, baby?" He pressed the cockhead against your entrance, "Don't worry, relax and leave everything to your man."

Thrusting his hips forward, groaning in your ear as he sinks inch by inch into your pussy.. "God, I've missed you." He mutters to himself, "Missed this tight assed pussy." His eyes roll into the back of his head and you moan beneath him, clinging onto him.

"Give her to me," he growls, leaning down, caging you against him, arms on either side of your head, his body temperature rises, pulling back and giving a hard brutal thrust and sinking home; his hard, throbbing dick, piercings and all. As he savored your wetness, your tightness, the perfect hole that could take all of him with ease.

"Fuck," you whine as the air gets knocked out of your lungs.

"Ah, feels good to be home," Touya purrs, lowering his burning azure blues to your face, the rising and falling of your chest. "Gotta make up for lost time. Fuck you, bred you, stuff you full of my cock." Leaning his head down to capture one of your hard nipples into his mouth as he rolls his hips, slow and sensual, then picking up the pace.

He snakes one of his hands in-between you legs, rubbing hard circles on your nub. "C'mon baby, you've got one more left in you." He chuckles as you shook your head, whimpering.

"No, I can't." You whimper and whine in between your legs shaking, tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

"Yes, you do, baby." Dabi growls, pressed harder on your clit, shoving your legs over his forearms and fucking into your pussy harder. "Quit whining and cum on my cock," he grits his teeth, fucking into your faster, his hip slamming into yours, lowering his mouth to whisper filth into your ear, using his seductive and husky voice, "like a good little cum slut."

He felt your insides flutter around his cock.

"Yeah, oh yeah, milk my cock dry, like the slutty spy that you are." He pulled out, flipping you onto all fours, head down, ass up, pillow underneath you as he pounded into you from behind.

Your hands gripped tight onto the sheets, moaning into the mattress. "Touya," you whimpered, voice hoarse and scratchy. "My Touya." You gasped as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Yes, fuck yes, baby, baby," Touya moans above you, his movements becoming sloppy. "Y/n!" He groans, body trembling and shaking above you as he cums, shoving his hips flat against your ass, hands tight on your hips, no doubt, there will be bruises tomorrow.

Leaning his full weight onto your back before pulling out as your roll onto your side.

"Stay there, doll." Touya chuckles, "I'll go get help," walking on shaky legs towards the bathroom like a baby fawn, in-between curses. "Goddamn, curse you and your devil pussy magic."

You giggle, following his retreating figure. "What's wrong, alleycat? This pussy too good for you?" You uncover your hair from your face, meeting him as he comes back with a wet wash cloth. "My dark anti-hero stalking."

"I'm not sorry, baby." He smirks, spreading your legs and cleaning you up. "Damn, who bit you all to hell and back?" Touya raised a brow, admiring his work with pride, shaking his head in disapproval. "Some devilishly rough or shadow monster must have sunk its teeth into you."

You scoffed, "Yeah, you dumbass." You lightly shoved him, laughing. "I told you not to leave any marks dammit."

"Oops, sooo sorry," He shrugged, throwing the dirty wash cloth into the laundry basket.

"Liar." You rolled over onto your side of the bed, feeling the bed dip and groan as Touya crawled behind you, pulling you against him. Wrapping his arm underneath your chest and layed his head onto the crook of his free arm.

"You know you love me." He rasped smugly into your ear. "No take backs, baby doll."

Grasping his hand and intertwining his fingers with your own. You were so tired. "Touya?"

He hummed in answer.

"When's Shigs waking up?" You mutter, eyes growing heavy.

He paused, pressing himself further into your warmth. Your body. "Tomorrow," he whispered. "I'll steal you away from birdman, I promise." His grip on your tightened. "Mine."

"Yours," You hum back, falling into sleep.

"I love you, Y/n." Touya whispered. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He finally told you he loved you. And you still loved him.

He closed his eyes, smiling softly. Having you in his arms again, home, where you belonged. His girl, his lover, his pretty mousy, his doll.

Tomorrow, it's show time.

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Song's inspired by my poll: Its not Over by Daughtry

If I missed anybody let me know!

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

YOU GUYS STINK!

(Danny 0.3 seconds away before smelling the Heroes he just met.)

So I've been pondering about how ghost have the ability to sense one another out when close enough, but now I've been thinking of something for the living. Fanon has something like this in a few fics, making it how Danny can tell who the Leaguers are in/out of costume by calling it Death Touched.

I offer: The Stench of Death.

When a person comes close to a deadly encounter, the event becomes a smell is akin to the near experience. Say if someone survived a fire? The smell would be close to burning the materials being burnt and the smoke for example.

Think like food and how you can smell all the things that go into the dish.

The more you get into deadly situations, the more smells you can pick up on as well as getting stronger. Ghosts can sense the Touch of Death on the living, but not the Stench. Danny, who is a Half alive, can. If he focuses hard enough, he can pick up the scent and sniff people out like a bloodhound.

Now take the Justice League and all their branches/allies, organizations who fight to stop bag guys and world-ending events every couple of months...their smell is prominent enough for Danny to easily pick it up.

Now enter one Daniel Nightingale who has left Amity for [reason] and in [Hero's City], trying to keep a low profile because heroes exist now, he's retired now after sorting out the business between the ghostly and living worlds, and wants to have as close to a normal life as he possibly can before taking the throne.

But one day, he stops a known rouge that would've caused some serious harm to the populace if someone didn't stop them, gaining their attention. They try to get information on Danny, but there's nothing out of the ordinary on his file, so they decided to do the next best thing; watch him.

The young man is very guarded and observing his surroundings often, so the idea of him being a new meta struggling to handle his newly awakened powers or a new alien on Earth are possible theories.

The only problem is that, when they get they close, he tends to leave the area and head home. It's like this for a while until they realize they haven't seen him in some time now and find out he packed up his things and moved to another town...a different city a Leaguer call their hometurf, so they notify that hero of Danny's presence and the cycle repeats itself a few times before Danny is getting tracked by multiple Leauge members.

The latest Leaguer is trying to keep an eye on Danny without spooking him until Danny gets the jump on them and calls them by their civilian name while peltong them with hygiene products.

[noirandchocolate]

Following the lead of @yami268 cause this is a fun idea!

Challenge: Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same.

Okay I have too many faves so to get five I’ll do Characters People Have Associated With Me On the Internet specifically.

…sheesh, every single one of these dudes has a body count. I am associated with Dudes Who Will Kill You to Death. Wow. Anyway pick!

And everybody do one of these too!

[agneaul]

thinking about hawks and the up-and-coming reporter he takes a liking to

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Toxic trait can never see people talking about their own playable bioware characters without immediately thinking of my own and comparing/contrasting.

[celesteleoves]

hcs of bakugou / todoroki being a hardcore simp for reader maybe?

“I WANNA BE YOURS.”

KATSUKI BAKUGOU/SHOTO TODOROKI x fem!reader.

summary: what the request said!

warnings: swearing (bakugou…), mentions of todoroki’s childhood (very brief), that’s it i believe!

a/n: i love this request. i hope i wrote this to your liking!

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI —

he is a very subtle simp. you probably wouldn’t even think he liked you if you guys weren’t already dating. the way he shows his love for you is… questionable.

he does the simple things like following you around like a lost puppy (even though he swears he does NOT) .

he’ll definitely demand you never leave his side so he can always be there to protect you.

“you’re so weak, you need me to be there to protect you at all times.”

you’ll just nod, enjoying your boyfriends presence. (he’s actually geeking over you aswell and the fact you grace him with your presence).

he takes you everywhere with him and doesn’t care about what anyone says. oh, aizawa paired him up with kirishima? you’re coming with. you can’t stay a second away from him before he’s rushing around like a headless chicken looking for you.

your biggest fan by far, anything you do he’s practically on the floor worshipping you. then the next second he’ll be calling your outfit disgusting in the sweetest way possible.

he’ll also deny the fact he’s a simp for you. one time, kirishima caught the poor boy gazing at you, dare i say LOVINGLY, across the room as you did a mundane task.

kirishima has never grinned wider than he did when he noticed this. your boyfriend noticed the quiet chuckles leaving his friend and turned towards him.

“what the fuck are you laughing at?”

“you stalking y/n!”

“I WAS NOT STARING AT HER.” sure… liar. you literally just outed yourself…

bakugou loved you, even though he shows it in his weird, weird ways.

SHOTO TODOROKI —

the sweetest, sweetest boyfriend ever. literally the ideal boyfriend anyone could have SIMPLY because of how doting he is towards his partner.

he’s absolutely enamoured with you. he isn’t shameful about it either! (referencing one of my other head-canons) .

this boy will downright show his love for you.

we all know shoto has a hard time with social cues, he blames it on his childhood and the lack of social times he had – always being isolated.

that’s also the reason why he doesn’t understand why he can’t stare you down like a hawk and not expect people to be slightly worried… why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you?

cuteness aggression is a thing. you both get it when you’re with each other.

you can’t believe you managed to secure this boy. he never opened up to just anyone, yet for you he made an exception. you flew that all the time.

meanwhile your boyfriend is still in denial you two are dating. every time you bring up your realtionship he’s blushing like a maniac and shying away from you.

your classmates notice the little things. such as you placing your phone face up only for it to be face down a couple seconds later because todoroki fixed it for you knowing you don’t want people staring at every notification on your phone (this is so me guys i’m sorry).

he is very attentive, he’s such a simp. he’ll pick up on the little things. sometimes, you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

there was definitely one time you had been making yourself a snack in the kitchen, forgetting to get one of your favourite piece of food for the snack .

once your snack was made, you frowned at the missing piece of your food you wanted.

starting to get upset, you looked around for something to make up for this.

“here.” a soft voice spoke causing you to relax at the sound of todorokis gentle tone.

“i can’t find my-”

“y/n. here.”

you looked at your boyfriends hand, noticing he was holding multiple variations of the missing food item you craved.

your lips trembled at his thoughtfulness and you pulled your boyfriend in for a hug as he returned it with a soft smile on his face.

he’s too sweet for you and such a simp!

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a/n: guys, bare with me if there is spelling errors. this was not proof-read! i hope this was good enough, it was kind of short.

SEND REQUESTS! 🤍🤍

[prettyboykatsuki]

for the two anons this is the drabble of nice guy who isnt nice hawks KJSDHJD its a modern office au and this doesnt really show off their relationship but i'd be happy to expand on it. but this is the little drabble lmfao

Takami Keigo is perfect.

He has the perfect job, perfect looks, perfect manners and the perfect personality.

Everyone in the office loves him. People highest up on the food chain like the way he speaks and charms them, and his co-workers and equals find him friendly and helpful. He's good to his kouhais and treats the especially naive ones to dinner from time-to-time to remain in their good graces.

Takami Keigo is perfect. There's no holes in his armor. He works well under pressure and doesn't flinch easily even when people intimidate him into showing weakness. Perfection is his defense. An iron wall so thick and impermeable that nothing can collapse him

He's worked harder than anyone else to be perfect. Takami Keigo is perfect. Hawks is not.

Hawks is the name he picks up out on the streets. A poor bastard who spent most of his life slumming it out, with an abusive alcoholic father and a mother who couldn't muster up strength to leave.

It's an old story, and a boring one. When people come to take his father away, the rest of his life begins.

There's only one lesson Hawk's has learned thoroughly through this imperfect and ugly life.

People like perfection.

Perfection is loved. Foster parents want perfect, easy children. Schools want perfect students. His peers want the perfect classmate. If you're good looking with good grades, if you show humility and down play your achievements, if you're polite with your seniors. People love perfection and do not care for the work it takes to achieve it. Be perfect, appear effortless and people will reward you naturally.

Hawks is nothing. He has to be perfect in order to survive as easily as possible and prove his life worth something. To stand on his two feet, Hawks becomes Takami. A good child, who does well in school and is kind to everyone. Who followed the rules and smiled. A filial son. A perfect man, the kind everyone wants their daughters to marry.

And he achieves that through tremendous stress and effort when no one is watching.

The only place Hawks is himself is when he's at home or with Touya - who understandably resents him. There's no place for Hawks to go when things get tough except back there. He even refuses to drink outside and let anyone see the sloppiest version of him even on accident.

No one knows Hawks. They only know Takami-san, the pinnacle of perfection. He does not make mistakes.

But there's limits to everything. Limits to how much he can take without bursting at the seams.

His day has been shit from top to bottom. Someone tried to break into his car and shattered his window, he got passed on a promotion he earned because of fucking nepotism, and the guy he was seeing mostly out of pity had the nerve to break up with him first.

The pressure builds until the dam shatters, and for the first time since childhood - Hawks cries and feels pathetic out in public.

More specifically, he is crying and smoking in the back part of a 7/11 - a destitute little place from around his nice luxury apartment. He isn't sure what he's crying about, because it's not nearly the worst thing to ever happen to him by a long shot.

While crying in a dingy back alley, a worker from the nearby 7/11 walks outside toxing bosses, only to see Hawks sobbing while bent over himself.

This is what starts the tumultuous relationship between you and Takami Keigo.

office worker hawks au ill never write u are the best fic ever

[luv-lock]

⸻ ʀ ᴇ ᴅ ʜ ᴏ ᴏ ᴅ ⸻

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem Reader

Headcanon: How would he be when he's obsessed?

Note: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The first time Jason stepped into Wayne Manor, he looked more like a stray cat than a boy. When Bruce introduced him to you—you couldn’t help but notice the defiance in his eyes, like he expected you to reject him immediately. But instead of recoiling from his rough edges, you smiled and offered your hand. It was the first moment Jason felt truly seen.

Jason didn’t know what to do with kindness, especially not from someone who looked at him like he was worth something.

“You’re going to love it here,” you said warmly, still holding out your hand.

He didn’t take it, but he didn’t forget the gesture either. That moment rooted itself in him, and he clung to it in the months to come.

You were the first person to make him laugh in years. It started small—quiet chuckles he tried to hide—but eventually, you had him cackling so hard that tears streamed down his face.

You were unlike anyone Jason had ever met. While Bruce was the stern, brooding authority figure, you were warmth and understanding. You treated him like an equal, never pitying him for his past or scolding him for his sharp tongue. You’d sit with him during his training, patch him up after patrols, and listen to him vent about the unfairness of Gotham’s streets. Jason began to feel that you were the one good thing in his life—a tether to keep him grounded.

Even in those early days, Jason couldn’t help but feel a flicker of jealousy whenever you spent time with others. Whether it was Dick dropping by the Manor or Bruce pulling you away for a mission, Jason would watch, his jaw clenched and fists tight. You were his sanctuary, and the thought of sharing you with anyone else left a sour taste in his mouth.

Jason always found reasons to keep you close. He insisted on sparring with you during training, claiming no one else could push him like you did. He memorized the way you moved, the sound of your laughter when you managed to pin him, and the way your eyes narrowed in concentration. He lived for those moments.

Whenever you went on patrol, Jason was there, watching your back like a hawk. At first, you thought he was just being protective, but over time, his behavior grew more intense. If a thug so much as glanced at you the wrong way, Jason’s fists would leave them unrecognizable. “They deserved it,” he’d mutter, his knuckles dripping with blood, his gaze softening only when it landed on you.

Jason began planting seeds of doubt about everyone around you. He’d point out flaws in Dick’s plans, subtly criticize Bruce’s parenting, and even question Alfred’s judgment, all to make you feel like he was the only one you could truly rely on.

When Jason died, it shattered you. The boy who had been your closest friend, your partner in everything, was gone. Bruce tried to comfort you, but nothing could fill the void Jason left behind.

When Jason came back as the Red Hood, his first thought was of you.

You. The only light he’d ever known. The one thing that kept him tethered to humanity. And you hadn’t saved him.

His obsession became worse, this bitter, consuming need to make you pay for abandoning him—and to keep you. Jason spiraled, his love for you warping into something darker, something unrecognizable.

Jason stalks you now, though he doesn’t see it that way. He calls it watching over you. You’re his, and Gotham is dangerous, especially with the Bat family’s enemies constantly circling.

He knows everything: where you go, who you talk to, what makes you smile. The line between love and control blurs with each passing day.

Sometimes, he visits you in secret. You’ll come home to find your favorite meal waiting on the counter or a new book sitting on your bedside table. Other times, you’ll catch glimpses of him in the shadows—just a flicker of red and black before he’s gone.

And then there are the times he lets himself be seen. He’ll stand in the middle of your apartment, waiting for you to come home. His voice is low, almost dangerous, as he says, “You don’t lock your windows, princess. Someone could get hurt.”

You try to confront him, try to reason with him, but Jason isn’t the boy you knew. He’s sharper now, more unhinged.

“You think you can just forget me?” he growls, pinning you against the wall. “You think you can move on, live your life without me? That’s not how this works princess.”

Jason’s obsession manifests in unpredictable ways. One moment, he’s protective and tender, swearing to keep you safe at all costs. The next, he’s violent and possessive, tearing apart anyone who gets too close to you.

He’s killed for you, though he’d never admit it. That coworker who flirted with you too much? Dead in an alleyway. The stranger who catcalled you on the street? Beaten within an inch of their life.

“I’m doing this for you,” he says, his voice trembling with something raw and desperate. “You don’t have to worry about anyone hurting you. I’ll take care of it.”

You try to push him away, but it only makes him cling harder. Jason doesn’t see the line between love and obsession. To him, it’s all the same.

Jason’s ultimate goal is simple: to have you. To keep you with him, away from the dangers of Gotham—and away from anyone else.

“I’m not asking, princess,” he says one night, dragging you into his arms. “I’m taking you. No one else gets to have you. Not Bruce, not Dick, not anyone. You’re mine, and I’ll burn this city to the ground before I let you go.”

And maybe, deep down, a part of you doesn’t want him to. Because for all his madness, Jason is still Jason—the boy who made you laugh, who understood your pain, who loved you in a way no one else ever could.

But at what cost?

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[merakiui]

thing.

yandere!skully j. graves x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, fear/paranoia, brief mention and description of dead animals note - "he is there—and there again, but you cannot see him plain, for the shadow lies so darkly on the hill."

There is a bundle of black roses propped against your door. Thirteen of them, devoid of thorns, but the threat is still there—nestled within the petals, a foreboding symbolism.

A stupid Halloween prank, you think, gathering the roses and tossing them out.

Come tomorrow, there is a new bouquet waiting for you. These are white, but they have their thorns. A small card accompanies the gift. There’s a message printed in an old typewriter font: No good?

Like before, you discard these flowers. You have no time for secret admirers or daft nonsense.

So the roses stop blooming at your door, tied up with pretty twine and ribbons. Instead, you receive bones and carcasses. A mouse skull. Deer teeth. A mangled bird, its wings snapped and bent at the joints. A rabbit’s foot, warm and still bleeding, the bone jutting out from severed flesh. The roses, you think, were a preview of what was to come—of what you’d soon be mourning.

These macabre presents are wrapped sincerely, shrouded daintily with frilly cloth. They come with their own set of cards, each one typed just like before. 

I can see you.

Good luck on your exam today. Carry this rabbit’s foot with you and you shall know fortune.

This naughty bird is always cawing outside of your window. It wakes you up, so I silenced it for you. It is most beautiful in death, is it not?

Are you going to bring that friend of yours around again? I don’t quite like the scent they leave on your sheets. :(

So you share these morbid anecdotes with your friends over dinner. They don’t believe you.

“You’ve one persistent dog after you,” one of them remarks, eyeing the pictures with a curious, doubtful eye. “A real rotten mutt.”

“But I don’t have a dog,” you reply.

“Well, something’s coming home to you every night.”

“It’s just me. I live alone.”

“Do you? You sure nothing’s following you? You don’t hear the jingle of a collar? The soft padding of paws on tile, loyally trailing after its owner?”

At the time, you thought these were foolish questions.

“The flowers? Definitely a person,” your logical friend suggests. “The dead stuff? Probably a wild animal. A hawk once dropped a mouse in my yard. It’s normal. Someone’s just making a nasty time out of it, leaving those notes to scare you.”

That sounds reasonable. You choose to believe it even when there are inconsistencies and clues that prove otherwise.

You check the locks on your doors and windows. You consider buying cameras, but maybe that’s misplaced paranoia. No one’s inside your house. No person or thing could possibly get in. You’re not sure what would be worse: a tangible human being with human hair, human eyes, and human teeth, or a thing. A thing with claws and a razored maw. A thing with inhuman strength and the eerie quietness of a phantom, plucked right from your nightmares and dropped in reality.

A human being is tangible. A thing could be anything. It could also be nothing.

“I’m not interesting enough to have a stalker,” you tell your logical friend. “Not special enough or rich enough. Not attractive enough.”

“You don’t have to be,” they tell you. “Sometimes all you need to be is alone and vulnerable. Sometimes all you need to do is exist so that they have something to latch onto—something they can covet no matter what.”

“Do you think they’ll kill me?” you ask next, hesitating around that word. Kill. It’s so final and exact. “If they can do such gruesome things to those animals…”

“Or it could be a dog. Dogs don’t kill their owners. They’re loyal.”

“But it’s not a dog. I don’t even think this thing is domesticated.”

“Then what is it?”

“Something.”

It is something malevolent. It is something malicious. It is something you can’t quite fathom—something you can’t picture in your mind because it is always swapping shapes. One minute it’s a nest of mice dwelling within your walls. The next it’s a shadow creature—a demon or a monster. The next it’s a human with strange proportions, too-long legs and too-long arms and a too-long torso. The next it’s a dog with a long, long snout and very human eyes, with human hands for paws, with a curling smile that reveals gaps in its pointed, bloody maw. It feasts on flesh and hunts little, defenseless songbirds, and it’s after you because it wants something you can’t give it.

What does it want? Is this thing even real? Perhaps the anxiety is making a monster out of nothing.

You twist and turn in the dark, wrapped up in sheets that feel more itchy than they do comforting. You’re cold all over, sweating an ocean in your bed. You think your heart might burst out of your chest at any minute. Every creak and groan of the house unsettles nerves that are already pulled impossibly taut. You gaze into the dark doorway, squinting through shadows that look like they’re waltzing in and out of focus.

Or…

Is the door breathing? Is someone there?

You rub your eyes and relief filters in. There’s nothing.

Or…

Your phone cuts a slice of light through your bedroom. You shine it towards the door from where you cower on your bed. There’s nothing.

Your friend—the unfunny one—texts you then, and the vibration scares you more than your imagination. A text is tangible, easily categorized, and yet it’s the scariest thing you’ve just received at this moment, however ghoulishly playful it may be.

u need a leash for ur dog?

You drop your phone. It illuminates the space beneath your bed for a second before the screen shuts off.

You think you hear someone breathing or a heart beating. It’s yours.

Or…

Swallowing thickly, you reach for your phone. You feel soft, fluffy hair. At first, you think it really is a dog when a warm, wet tongue laves over your palm. But you don’t have a dog, and it’s then when you feel the rest of this…thing. Human ears. Human nose. Human mouth. Human teeth. 

Another text brightens your phone. The screen flickers on.

You peek over the edge of your mattress to find a distinctly human face smiling back at you.

might as well get a collar too yeah?

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Illuminated.

Pairing: Yandere!Apollo x Reader (Greek Mythology).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Stalking, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, No Specified Gender For The Reader But They Are A Hunter Of Artemis, and Implied Kidnapping.

[Commissioned Piece. Donate To Palestinians In Gaza Here.]

“You, my love, are the poet’s demise.”

You stiffened at the sound of his melodic voice, shrinking into yourself before thinking better of taking on such a mouse-like posture and straightening. Still, you failed to stop yourself from crossing your arms over your chest, pulling your knees up and hoping beyond hope that the silvery water would be enough to hide your form from his unfaltering stare. You thought it’d be safer to bathe at night, apart from your sisters, when the softened moonlight protected you from his burning gaze, but you’d been naïve to think that any hour could be late enough to spare you haven. During the day, you lived under the burning gaze of his blazing chariot, busied yourself with shooting down hawks and ravens carrying gifts in their beaks, and at night, he had no burdens to keep him from closing the distance between you using less... ancillary methods.

“I’m afraid you must be mistaken, my lord.” You forced yourself to laugh, glancing over your shoulder. Sure enough, Apollo stood on the river’s opposing bank, his tanned skin nearly radiant in the darkness. If the sight of him hadn’t brought you such dread, you might’ve thought him beautiful. “As of late, my aim’s been so poor that I can hardly call myself a stag’s demise, let alone a man’s.”

You were quick to look away from him, but you could still hear his gentle hum, picture the way his lips would lilt upward as he shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s deathly true,” he went on, taking a step forward. The water rushed to part as he stepped where it had once been, and in turn, you scrambled for the robes you’d left on the shore, barely managing to pull the ashen cloth around yourself before Apollo came to stand in front of you, his light quickly doing away with what little protection the shadows offered. It was only after you were haphazardly dressed that you considered it might be considered an affront to hide any part of yourself from divinity, but the worry was quickly forgotten. It was only natural to want to create yet another barrier between you and him. Even insects knew to run from their betters. “For even the most talented bard would struggle beyond words to describe your beauty. They could be chained to their desk for an eternity, study under the Muses’ own tutelage, and still be unable to write a single line.”

He held out a hand to you, but you pretended not to realize he meant for you to take it. “You’re far too kind. If you have a message for Lady Artemis, there’s no need to bribe me with such—”

“My love,” he cut in, his smile unwavering. “If I had any desire to speak to my sister, your help would not be necessary.”

“A prophecy concerning our next hunt, then? If there’s something we mustn’t do, I ought to get the Huntmaster, she’ll—”

“My love.” You felt your throat tighten, your mouth go dry. “Although your voice is sweeter than honey and lovelier than birdsong, I’ll admit – I do find myself rather irritated when it’s used to employ such thinly veiled excuses. Any more, and I might think it better to encase your tongue in gold. At least, then, I might have something charming to admire while you lie to me.” His fingers grazed over your jaw as he moved to cup your cheek. It was not a gesture you had the luxury of ignoring. “You know why I have come here.”

Oh, how you wished you’d gone with your sisters.

“I… I can’t, my lord.” Unlike his, your voice was perfectly capable of trembling, of shaking, of plummeting into the sort of jarring, unsteady downward inflections that would’ve been the death of any proper storyteller. “My vows are to Lady Artemis, and—” It was your turn to smile, now, to lilt your head to the side apologetically. “—she’d never forgive me if I broke them. Especially with you.”

For the first time, his good humor seemed to ebb, giving way to not anger, but a melancholy sort of disappointment. “I suppose you’re right,” he relented, his golden glow dimming ever so slightly. Suddenly, it did not hurt quite so unbearably to look at him. “It’s a terrible thing. Me and my sister never did learn to share.”

Relief nearly managed to overshadow your revulsion. “I really am sorry. My desire is not to insult you, but—”

This time, when he interrupted you, it was not with a teasing remark, a nectar-dipped pet name, the vague implication of an affection he expected you to return. Rather, there was a sudden brightness in his golden eyes, a sharpened point to his smile, and then, his lips were pressed into yours. The kiss was shallow, but lingering, and when you tried to draw back, the hand on your cheek kept you firmly in place – his hold not crushing, but steadfast, resolute. His unoccupied arm wrapped around your waist, his hand finding its place at the small of your back as he sapped the last of the breath from your lungs. It was only when your palms pressed into his chest, your blunt nails burrowing into his bare skin in a silent plea for air, that he pulled back. Panting and flushed, you made a desperate effort to pull away, to escape back to your encampment, back to your sisters, back to your goddess, but he only cooed, his bowstring calloused fingertips fanning over your cheek.

“Such a terrible thing,” he muttered, and you considered, briefly, that you might’ve been the first mortal to realize just how wretched his voice truly was.

“How fortunate it is, then, that you’ve caught the attention of such a selfish admirer.”

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru x darling

TW: NSFW, noncon, fantasy au

gn reader

Thinking about hunter Gojo and the pretty little nymph that gets themselves snared in one of his traps.

You can’t get your poor leg loose, having twisted your ankle in your fall to the ground – something’s wrong with your wing too, you can feel it – the thin network’s been folded, almost broken – so even if you did manage getting loose, you wouldn’t be able to fly away.

Branches snap around you along the crunch of old leaves – and your heart’s beating out of your chest in fear of it – knowing something large and dangerous is not far behind, that whoever set the trap is not something that wishes you well.

“You’re not a rabbit.” The man says, having crept in close before you’d even heard him approach – crouching in front of you with a hunter's grace. Hawk-eyes ice-blue and piercing, hair as white as pure snow.

He’s got three daggers sleaved in his belt – a fillet knife, a gutting knife, and a larger one you imagine is meant to slice throats. He doesn’t carry a sword like most men but has a bow and sack of arrows slung on his back. Otherwise, dressed lightly – brown leather boots, brown slacks, and a blue cotton shirt. You could have mistaken him for a woodland elf if it weren’t for the thick stench of man.

“Eating creatures from the holy forest is forbidden.” You snip, despite your wide eyes and the wobble of fear evident on your lip.

He only smiles at the quip, a grin like a predator humored by prey. “You wouldn’t tell a wolf not to hunt.”

He stalks you, leaning in closer, and you try shuffling away – but the movement only makes you wince.

“I’m just another hungry animal…”

Rope gnaws into your fine skin while his breath puffs hot and dewy on your face.

“And tonight… seems lady luck has favored me once again.”

He gags you and ties you further up before redoing his snare for the next unlucky creature – then carries you over his shoulder until he’s dropping you down on a bed of furs.

Your skin flushes with goosebumps at the thought of being skinned the same way – mouthing a little prayer around the cloth he’s split your teeth and lips with. He’s cut trees down as well; you hear their pitiful screams when he lights a fire with their bodies. You mourn them, too.

At his full height, the man must be two heads taller than any male nymph you’ve ever seen and at least three heads taller than you. You hope you’re enough to satisfy him tonight, to spare the forest of further bloodshed.

You shiver and sniffle when he starts prepping you – removing your clothes and groping your tender, fleshy places with a strength you’re not used to – hands large and crass – kneading you like dough – probably to assess the quality of your meat. He has a smile on his face while at it. 

Humans make you sick – to think he’s planning on roasting then eating you despite the soul fueling your spirit and the beating heart in your chest. But you’ve long known that all death but their own matters little to them – they don’t feel the same way nymphs do – they don’t regard life with the same respect they’ve donned themselves. It must be a sad and lonely existence, you think. It even makes you feel a little sorry for him.

You yelp when his gritty fingers brush the area between your legs – shimmying when he lowers his mouth down to the same place. Oh God – does he plan on eating you raw? While your body’s still hot and pumping blood?

But the bite never comes – not yet eating but tasting it would seem – licking and slurping and sucking on you.

He takes his shirt off. Probably to avoid spilling on it, you think.

You don’t really understand what’s going on until he’s got his fat manhood pointed toward your kernel-sized hole. Eyes wide as he splits you apart slowly and unabashedly – as though it isn't as deviant as a dog mating a cat – sinking in inch after meaty inch.

You whimper at the stretch – wincing when the plush mushroom-shaped head grinds against that special place inside you. 

It doesn’t fit more than halfway, but that doesn’t seem to bother him – rolling his head back with a rusty groan, even with just the tip gaining purchase within you – pounding into you like a beast in his rut.

“What's the matter, pretty nymph? Did you think I was gonna eat you?” He laughs, bearing over you – his hands steadying your hips to meet his sharp thrust – each hit deeper than the last. “I’m the only hunter in this forest; I can eat what I want when I want – but eating you?” He scoffed and snickered. “That would just be a waste.”

The blood on his breath makes you wrinkle your nose – squeezing your eyes shut as his tongue sweeps up the tear streaks on your cheek.

“My stomach’s already full. Time to empty my balls.”

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Yandere/Dark BNHA Texts: You file a restraining order against them

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

Includes: Bakugo, Hawks, Deku, Dabi, Shoto.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Obsession; Stalking.

AN: Trying a new thing, let me know if the photos have quality or not really. Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊

There's a typo in Dabi's text, pls ignore that 😫

[mo0nfairy]

ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ STREETS !

summary :: over 20 years of kenji’s life has been spent preserving the surviving scraps of innocence from his childhood. since then, he has been desperately searching for anything to fill the rotten void in his chest. when a news reporter gives him everything he could ever ask for by merely existing, kenji fears the man he may become without them near.

word count :: 8.3k

content warnings :: mdni! yandere!kenji, obsessive!kenji, g/n reader, blood/violence, alcohol, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, nausea/sickness, mentions of sex, use of ‘daddy’ honorific (but nothing sexually explicit occurs).

kenji sato's yandere traits are . . .

nurturing, heroic, & smothering

──── Over the course of his childhood, Kenji possessed the same desires every child had. The same wishes he’d whisper to planes he mistook for shooting stars.

He remembers climbing the blunt limbs of the oak tree in his backyard, pretending to be a hawk and searching the grass for any delicious rodents to sink his claws into. He can still feel the dirt under his fingernails when he’d get lost in the woods, pretending to be a tiger and barring his teeth to any predators after his kin. His only worries would consist of his next meal and where he'll settle in for the night, instead of the loneliness that resided back home.

However, as all stories go, Kenji grew up. As the years passed, though, the more constricting his grip became on this childhood dream. For every candle Kenji blew out, he only wished to be one with the great outdoors and rid himself of the expectations shoved upon him. As any child innocently wanted.

Now in adulthood, every candlelight snuffed out was a silent plea for peace. And so desperately, he is trying to protect the bird nest he intricately crafted. Woven with strands of his young, raven-black hair, chunks of sidewalk chalk, tufts of fur of his favorite stuffed animals — every forgotten, sacred piece of his childhood that still remains unscathed.

Year after year, the relentless abuse of the world and his responsibilities reign down on him, prying their violent, eager fingers into his beloved bird nest. Today, Kenji holds whatever scraps still remain close to his chest, nestling them beneath a canopy of creativity and everlasting hope. Protecting whatever bits of innocence and childlike luster that survive the weight of the world.

When he pictured his father’s role of Ultraman as a child, he imagined perseverance and bravery. Now with that title bequeathed to him, Kenji is anything but. He is clumsy, reckless, and negligent. The very last thing he wishes to do now is follow his father’s footsteps, but alas, he has been given no choice.

The Neronga waltzes through the city streets, exuding chaos with every step it strides. Tossing around chunks of buildings and fistfuls of debris. And begrudgingly, Kenji trails after it like a parent trying to tame their exuberant child. 

A booming roar echoes from the beast's throat, angry bolts of electricity sparking from its horn. One swift punch to its jaw and the creature is out cold, leaving miles of destruction and disorder in its demise. With the threat neutralized, now comes the clean-up. He plucks citizens like they are tiny dolls and drops them to safety, who all thank him profusely for his aid. All except one.

Several bystanders crowd over a pile of rubble, waving their hands in an attempt at garnering the attention of Ultraman. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming, I’m coming…” Kenji mutters, stepping over passing cars as though they’re scatterings of colorful legos. 

Piece by piece, he brushes past the lumps of bricks and metal. Disinterred from beneath the rubble is you. Hauntingly beautiful in your unconscious state. 

“Oh…” He exhales breathlessly, chest rising and falling with rapid pants. 

And there it is. 

That canopy of creativity enveloping him; that bird nest suddenly overflowing with rebirth and life. Everything bursts in colors so prismatic, Kenji finds himself at an impossible balance between feeling weakly heavy and ecstatically light. Never has his soul been so completely satiated before, even in the brightest days of his childhood.

Love, that’s what this must be! Love, warmth, happiness — every inkling of light this world has to offer! How could he ever feel dejected again with this angel now in his-? 

“Your heart rate is spiking.” That familiar, robotic voice interrupts. “You know what happens when Ultraman gets stressed.” 

Like clockwork, his color timer blares in distressful hues of light blue and sharp red. Though, how could Kenji possibly pay attention to such trivial matters when he’s holding you in his hands? How could he pay attention to anything else? 

Unfortunately for his sake, reality tears him away from his entranced state by brute forcd. A blinding flash of white permeates the street and in a blink, Kenji has returned to his normal self. He is back to being the notorious baseball player, worldwide heartthrob, and, most notably, smaller than his heroic alter ego.

When he shifts his gaze up, he finds you descending from the grasp he once held you in. Just like the fearless prince in every child's imagination, he scurries to catch you before you meet the unforgiving ground.

When his bare hands meet your skin, a gasp is yanked from his chest. His heart lurches, obtaining speeds he did not deem possible. Even sprinting from base to base did not garner this physical reaction out of him. You just feel so good against him, so perfect. Like the missing puzzle piece he’s been tearing apart the house looking for, now within its respected place. Bound to be cemented there forever – that sounds good to Kenji. 

“Ken, they can see you!” Mina’s frantic voice interrupts once again. 

When he pulls his vision from you, he finds a collage of people begin to surround the adjacent area. Their mere gaze threatens to jeopardize his identity once and forevermore.

“I’m sorry, ‘m so sorry, baby.” Kenji whispers into your ear.

Pressing a hard kiss to your cheekbone and relishing at the sensation of your skin beneath his lips, he reluctantly guides your limp body atop of the rubble. A few final caresses to your warm flesh and he is scurrying off into the night, completely inconsolable with these brand new emotions. New emotions he fears terribly, but has now clasped all coherent function in his body.

A single week had passed since the city's last Kaiju attack. These several days have proven to be nothing short of torturous for Kenji.

He has been rendered miserable after latching onto the light he’s been chasing for years, only to have it torn from his hands like candy from a baby. All because he’s been forced into a gig he never signed up for. Kenji has lost the love of his life and nothing can reprimand the grief it has left behind. 

Through extensive, but fruitless effort, he has assigned Mina the task of dissecting all of Japan in search of you. With only a description of your face, coated with dirt and blood, there is very little the efficient robot can do. And once again, his desires are left to collect dust in the hollow corners of his soul.

Kenji now resides in his ‘man-cave’, as he so confidently calls it. “Healthy body, healthy mind.” Mina teases, displaying the assortment of coconut water stacked in the fridge. With a sigh of defeat, he takes a resentful sip and cringes at the horrid taste. His efforts to stuff his face with junk food like some heartbroken blonde in a chick-flick were rejected by Mina, as she is always pushing him to pursue greater health. Waving his white flag, he asks for Mina to just turn the TV on, searching for anything to mend the pain poisoning his heart.

“Ken. I wonder if you might consider taking a break.” Mina confesses. 

He stares at the robot, searching her metal face for reasoning.

“From TV?” 

“From finding that citizen.”

His face scrunches in disdain. 

Quit you? Is she serious? How could he ever do that? Could he even survive such a predicament? 

“Give up the one thing that puts a smile on my face?” Kenji questions. “Sorry. No. TV, please.”

Some sincere praise from saved citizens will surely fill the hole in his chest, he assumes. Help him in his efforts to protect that bird nest he cradles close. 

The TV flickers to life and presents Channel 7 News, the place in which Kenji is featured most on. Seeing his most recent work with a bold “WOUNDED NERONGA AFTER ULTRAMAN EXIT” beneath the scene granted no surprise to him. 

What does stun him into a defying silence is when the screen shifts and your face fills up the expanse. Bandage on your scalp and microphone in your hand, you inform viewers at home of the recent neutralized threat and your new status here on the channel.

“Well, this has been quite the warm welcome! I’ve just arrived here in Japan and I’ve already been greeted by the Neronga, evident in this bandage on my noggin’.” 

The coconut water in his mouth spews out like a sprinkler when Kenji spits out the beverage. He chucks the open can across the room, ignoring the stain it will inevitably leave on his lavish carpets.

“That’s them! That’s them, that’s them, that’s them!” He exclaims to Mina. 

Shuffling off the couch, he crawls over to the television as though his legs had completely given out beneath him. His hand caresses the surface where your cheek is. 

“Sources tell us you were rescued by Ultraman himself!” A news anchor speaks. 

“Yes, that is true. Unfortunately, I was a bit too woozy to thank him properly, but he did save my life. It is heroic acts like Ultraman that help keep this city alive.” 

Unbeknownst to you, your words made a certain baseball player melt into putty. Hearing your praises, even when it is probably written on a script behind the camera, is nothing short of heavenly. 

The anchors, third-wheeling between two soulmates, continue to blabber about other fresh events taking place in Japan. Pressing languid kisses to the fuzzy static, all Kenji can listen to, all he can focus on, is you. Every twitch of your brow, every curve of your skin, every stretch in your smile — it all has him mesmerized. Like a siren lulling a fisher into the sea, where he would dive straight into oblivion had it been you in the deep waves.

“This was Y/N L/N with Channel 7 News.” 

Your name sits like honey on his tongue. Sickeningly sweet and absorbing of every word. 

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” He repeats your name like a magic spell, almost as if you’d manifest into existence had he whispered it enough.

“Signing off.” 

The screen cuts and you vanish from the screen, overtaken by irritating advertisements. As though you were physically there with him, Kenji reaches for you. Desperate to bring you, his Y/N, back into his unwavering embrace.

Now, if there is anything renowned about Ken Sato, it is his charm, which also serves as his most powerful superpower. So, with enough flexes in the mirror to give himself a good ego boost, his “put a ring on Y/N’s finger” plan has now ensued in full effect. 

The foundation of this plan resides in who you are, what intricacies and threadings course through such a marvelous creature. He demands Mina, stronger than he ever has before, to learn every little detail there is to know about you. There cannot be a stone left unturned. Kenji needs to know everything. 

And every fragment of information she delivers to him binds his presumption furthermore: you two were made for each other. You’re like a page torn straight from an ancient fairytale. Crafted by God himself to hold his hand. He’s sunk his fingers into your background, your dreams, your hobbies, and he has nestled them all into his bird nest, entwined with the elements of himself. Bound to remain at one another’s side for eternity.

To enlighten you on these matters, however, Kenji has to find clarity through the whirlwind of emotions overpowering his senses. Then, he is positive he’ll be granted the ability to finally speak to you. However, the thought alone is enough to send a sun-hot shiver down his spine. He’ll need some thorough caresses to his ego before he can garner the confidence to merely stand in the same room as you.

It certainly does not help when everyday is spent battling the intense waves of euphoria, obsession, and of course, the suffocating guilt.

He left you behind. He abandoned the one thing that matters most to him and nothing can atone for this mistake. All because of Ultraman being most imperative, which Kenji had been force-fed to believe. Never again will he choose his occupation over you. Or anything, for that matter. You outweigh everything in terms of vital importance. 

He begins these efforts with baby-steps. To start, he assigns Mina to leave expensive gifts upon your bed. Bouquets of flowers, lush clothing, rich chocolates, luxurious jewelry, action figures and plushies galore! All you have to do is look at something in the store for more than a picosecond and it’s wrapped in a bow for you the following day. You also cannot forget the amount of times you’ve arrived home to find your favorite meals freshly made on the kitchen table.

In your overworked, lethargic brain, you assume everything is left by your sweet, elderly landlord who misses her grandkids and needs a fresh face to spoil rotten. You just choose to ignore how the gifts are impossibly far out of her budget.

Miles away from you, Kenji is tearing himself apart as he assumes your lack of recognition to be rejection. He knew he should’ve purchased those shoes in a different color! What was he thinking buying you roses instead of carnations, God, how cliché can he be!? 

He should’ve known you wouldn’t lend him your heart in return for his riches. You are not that foolish or shallow; you’re far more meticulous than the greedy pigs he’s so accustomed to feeding. 

Kenji will not claim defeat yet, though. He is never one to waver so easily, especially when it is you that is the golden prize. If he cannot flaunt his riches, why not himself? The richest item of all? And if his money cannot slither himself into your heart, he is positive it can push him in the intended direction. 

He’ll leave lumps of cash in the hands of massive corporations, all to cast his face wherever it can reach. On billboards, on buildings, on blimps — whatever place you may possibly be. Inevitably, you will have no choice but to see his gorgeous face and fall head over heels with him. The same way you so easily made him fall for you. 

Unfortunately, though, there are not enough cans of coconut water or buckets of chicken drumsticks in the world to bring you to his doorstep, there to fall into his arms and promise forever at his side. Kenji has failed in claiming your heart as his, once again, but another failure is not nearly enough to get him to welcome defeat. Not when it is you he is promised, never when it is you.

From here, he’ll pursue grander efforts. You’ll be occupied in the studio, skimming through your lines while makeup artists poke and prod at you. A squeal of excitement will permeate through the expanse, shouting out for a man by the name of Ken Sato.

Loud rumbles echo through the city streets as Kenji revs the engine to his motorcycle, complemented by his famous hair-flip and heart-throbbing wink. And feverishly, he scrutinizes every face behind the window, desperate to see those gorgeous features smile and melt at the sight of him. Then, he can spring straight into your studio, gather you in his arms, and race off into the sunset with you. Just like the fairytale dream you deserve. 

But alas, the universe refuses to give him such a privilege. You’re too engrossed with the tasks at hand, not some money-obsessed athlete who adorns the walls of teenage girls across Japan. 

If he could hear your assumptions, he’d assure you are sorely mistaken. Kenji doesn’t want the accolades, the riches, the fame. He just wants you. The one who showed him what it truly meant to be wild; the one who showed him what it truly meant to be free. So desperately, he wants you to know this, as well. To feel it with every beat your heart passes, to feel it imprinted in your skin with every kiss and caress he leaves. He could lose everything, just not you. God, not you. 

The man is speeding off with the pieces of his shattered heart before you can even process what had even occurred.

Kenji, once again, is met with another revelation. If it is not his name that can bring you into his embrace, then maybe it is his second self, the one you so wholeheartedly praise for his heroic acts.

Dressed in these ridiculous garbs, Ultraman leads danger towards your direction to “save” your life, all other innocent bystanders be damned. These efforts do not ever bridge on being dangerous. Merely a quick scare or two. And it definitely pays off, oh, does it pay off. Watching the fear in your eyes ease into relief at the sight of him never fails to get him numb with rapture.

“Fear not, citizen! Kenj- I mean, Ultraman will save you!” 

The last occasion he ever abused his role consisted of an orchestrated car accident. Nearly caught in the crossfire, you ever-so-gracefully dove away from the scene and skidded your knee in the process. A thundering “NO! BABY!” rings through the air. So absorbed in adrenaline, you do not even process the volume of the sound. 

What does grasp your attention is Ultraman taking you into his hand and lifting you far, far away from the ground. You ensnare yourself around his finger in response, clinging to him like a lifeline. Kenji melts from the action, as well as the underlying implications. You, relying on him, your silver-armored prince, for protection — that is everything he could ever wish for sat right in the palm of his hands. 

“Shh… It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay… Daddy’s here…” 

The words, shaky as they are, fall from his mouth like water through a cracked dam. It’s all just so easy, assuring you of his protection and comfort. The only way of preventing him from caring for you is to end his life. And Kenji has a lot of fight in him before he’ll allow himself to be separated from you.

You remain in his hands until an ambulance arrives. For the umpteenth time, he is forced to let go of you again. He cannot hide the perceptible agony it brings him to watch you rely on somebody else for aid. 

One day, it will be him, he assures himself. One day.

In the meantime, your rejection continues to take a heavy toll on him. Kenji is now famished without you, emaciated and starved to the bone. In some feeble attempt at satiating this hunger, he’ll try to find these fragments of you in others. He will drink himself ill then bring a blurry face to bed, all to shake the memory of you out of his head. These efforts, once more, only result in failure.

This time around, a harrowing guilt rots in his chest. There is no one else like you, he should’ve seen it clear as day. Kenji was a fool to ever think there could be. Now, he has cheated on the one who matters most to him. And there is nothing to placate the anguish he’s tormented by.

This perceptible ruination does not go unnoticed by journalists, either, who do not waste the opportunity of an eye-grabbing headline. Articles about him flood the web, detailing his miserable failures out on the field. Crawling to base seconds too late, sprinting directly into walls, and receiving more strikes than anyone can count — Kenji and the famous Sato name are falling apart by the seams.

He examines the glistening trophies and signed baseball cards in another attempt at protecting his ego and its butchered remains. None of it is enough, though. None of this success is notable without you at his side.

In a fit of rage, he throws his Giants helmet against the basement floors, landing with a harsh thud.

“They reject me? Ken Sato!? Best baseball player of all time!? The one and only Ultraman!?” 

His poor helmet is victim to his abuse, once more, as he leans all his might into a forceful kick. 

“Nobody can resist Ken Sato!” 

Another attempt at thrashing around in anger results in his knees buckling beneath him, sending his body to the cold ground. That was the final failure Kenji needed to break down into a sobbing fit. Head buried in his palms, he begs, pleads, for mercy. 

“I… I’m doing my best, okay? God!”

His body curls into itself, like pathetic prey trying to protect itself.

“I buy you everything you want, I save your life again and again, I-” 

Kenji cuts his tangent short by choking on a gagged cry. His fist clenches over his heart, overwhelmed from the sheer pain the organ is enduring. His chest stutters and twitches from the force of his blubbering. Globs of snot and spit gush across down his face, some clumps managing to pervade across his tongue.

“Ken? Are you crying?” A monotone voice speaks. 

“No! I’m… Not crying!” 

His coughing whimpers and wet face reveal the truth. Weakness is something he was taught to be ashamed of, after all. What kind of man would he be if he let himself crumble over such petty matters? Would you ever fall for him after witnessing such a dramatic sight?

“Want me to load up Y/N? That might make you feel better.” 

A few snivels through the silence and Kenji answers her. “Yeah… Yeah, I-I’d really like that…”

Maybe this is what he needs, just a few hits of his favorite drug to keep him in stable condition. Then, he’ll utilize the newfound strength to revive his honor, finally earning your affection in the end.

Pixels unfold in varying colors across the ground, spreading across the walls and ceiling like a reaching wave. The scene overtaking the basement now displays a romantic scene. Cherry blossom trees dance with the warm wind, petals drifting through the Spring air. A grand waterfall descends from a moss-covered mountain and leads to a river, where fish swim along with the stream. As he stands to his feet, Kenji finds himself at an arched bridge stretching over the river as the gentle melodies of nature sing around him.

When his gaze drifts around, he feels his heart practically plummet into the pit of his stomach when he sees you. Leaning over the wicker barrier and tossing out handfuls of kibble for the hungry fish.

Turning over your shoulder, you look up at Kenji with those glittering eyes, causing his breath to get caught in his throat. To make matters even worse for Kenji’s weak self, your face then breaks out into a candy-sweet smile. You are so innocently oblivious to how you’ve reduced his heart rate to an old engine, stuttering miserably. That smile could make even the devil repent, he’s sure of it. With luminosity like that, the greatest evils would have no choice but to succumb to their contrition.

Dusting your hands off, you frolic over to where Kenji stands. A lighthearted giggle escapes past your lips in the process, nearly bringing him to tears from how precious the sight is. Your hand slips into his and he might as well have crossed the pearly gates of heaven. Fuck, why hasn’t he made Mina do this before?

“Come on! Come feed the fishies with me!” You cheer in that captivating tone. That adoring voice could ask so sweetly for death and he’d deliver you buckets of blood. Just keep talking to him like that.

The impact you have on him is so immense, in fact, Kenji falls to his knees. The throbbing ache that his fall courses through his body might as well have been background noise, not when his senses are overwhelmed with how blissful your presence is.

His arms enclose around your legs, burying his face into your fuzzy sweater. With an amused hum, you sink your hands into his dark locks. The gesture makes him dizzy with elation. Spinning around the merry-go-round of devastating jubilation.

“Tell me you love me.” Kenji whines, his sensitive voice muffled against your stomach. 

With another giggle that squishes his gooey heart, you respond.

“I love you, Ken.” 

… Ken? 

No! No, you wouldn’t call him that! 

You’d call him Kenji, or better yet, you’d conjure up some adorable nickname in that witty head of yours. Anything but Ken; anything but what everyone else sees him as. 

And just like that, the fantastical facade shatters and reveals what really lies beneath. None of this is real. As much as he wishes it would be, as much as he’d throw away everything for you to be beside him in this moment, all of this is merely a figment of his imagination.

“No! You’re not real! Y/N- They would never-!”

The tears return and leave his body through broken wails. Once again, he has been forged into a mess of cracked hiccups and ground-shattering sobs.

His clenched fist meets the solid ground, piercing pain invading his entire arm from the impact. The punch was thrown far from where you stand. Even as a hologram, Kenji cannot bear to hurt you. He couldn’t wish violence upon you even if he wanted to. 

The dreamscape stood before him crumbles as quickly as it was formed. Darkness spreads once again and the romantic scene of cherry blossoms and fish kibble fades away. A physical manifestation of what he has become without you present.

Chasing after a sliver of your attention has now thrust Kenji into a staggering state of despair. His sob playlist shakes his house with its ear-splitting volumes, pushing more tears down his face while he stuffs his mouth with donuts. 

The weight of the pain pushes him toward drastic measures, as he is now a hollow shell of who he used to be. Measures he assured himself he would never come to, but has inevitably crashed landed in.

If you do not fall for his riches, his charm, his fame, then Kenji will just have to… “persuade” you towards that goal.

Cameras flash and flicker in his face as he charms his way through another press conference of millions. Only this time, he has ground-breaking news to share. 

“Fans have seen you blow supposed kisses to someone outside the venue. Is there a special someone in your life?” 

Directly across the field is your studio, but he will not tell others this fact. It is his duty to protect you, after all. But, scattering a few breadcrumbs won’t hurt anyone.

“Yes. Yes there is.”

The room erupts in hushed gasps and the rushed scribbling of pens. Another wave of questions tumbles toward Kenji’s way.

“They mean everything to me. I owe all my success to Y/- I mean, my baby.” 

A knowing smirk grows on his face. The Sherlock’s of the internet will surely connect the dots. Netizens will also fawn over how misty-eyed he became speaking of you, while others will rage in jealousy over their dream man falling for someone else. No matter what occurs, he will protect you during your sudden shift to fame. You have his word on that.

Days later, Kenji receives an email. And he almost considers admitting himself into a hospital for the near heart attack he receives upon reading it. 

Signed by none other than Y/N L/N, you ask him to meet with you in order to “clear the air” and “sort out this drama”. 

Several times, he scans the username to find some sort of fault, something that shows him it is just the works of an envious hater. However, his suspicions are never confirmed. The message is purely and undoubtedly you, no online troll or basement hologram in sight!

Without another second to waste, he responds to your email with a place and time, that being two hours from now. Kenji intends on fulfilling his role of the dashing boyfriend and to drive you there himself, flaunting his sumptuous motorcycle in the process. Mina, however, has since been programmed to detect every potential danger in your path, even something as minor as a crack in the pavement. When she displayed the graphic results of recent biking accidents, his heart lurched in his chest.

For now, he will simply have to meet you at the luxuriant restaurant he booked the best table for. In the future, he will convert to safer forms of transportation and your foot will never touch a pedal again. Not with your prince charming around.

Arriving an hour early, Kenji bursts through the bathroom doors and wipes the beads of sweat seeping down his face. All the makeup and detail he put into his appearance, all melted to a mess because of the anxiety you pump through his body. 

It is almost comical. He, Ken Sato, is nervous? He’s done the classic dinner-date over a zillion times, delivering his suggestive pick-up lines and swift winks. Staring at his exasperated face in the mirror, he is at a loss of where to go from here. What will he even say? What famous lines can he use? How can he give you his black card and a copy of his house key without you running away? 

Kenji finally sits down at the reserved table, located on a far balcony and looking over the grand city. His wristwatch blares red and presents the stack of missed calls from his dad, of which he willfully ignores. He went twenty years without his father and survived. Meanwhile, he went one week without you and thought he was on the cusp of death. He cannot bring himself to care about anything else. Not when he’s finally got a hook on you.

A waiter then asks him if he was feeling alright, concerned over the sight of his pale skin, shivering body, and twiddling thumbs. Kenji assures the man he is alright as he restlessly taps his foot, stalking the door ahead for the face he loves most to saunter through. The building could just about crumble to ash and he’d still sit here, waiting for your arrival.

And just like a movie, you pass the threshold and rob all the air from his lungs. 

You merely walk his way, but to him, you resembled a fawn frolicking through a green meadow, an angel wandering across roads of fluffy clouds. Those sporadic nerves die at the sight of you, rendering him to a melted pile of twitterpated nonsense. You tread closer and closer and closer and Kenji does not know how much more his body can handle before you completely dissolve him into a puddle.

“You have five minutes.” 

Your voice perfuses into his ears like birdsong, real and raw this time. That noise greeting him every morning is the only wish he’d ask from a magic genie. 

“Wh-Wh-?” He stutters like a lovesick loser, mentally slapping himself across the head for such a pathetic introduction.

“I said you have five minutes to explain yourself. Then, I will le-” 

“I love you.”

Surprise eases out your scrunched expression. You’ve never met this man before. Yet here he is, spewing out this gibberish. All of this has to be some form of joke, you assume. Where those irritating Youtube pranksters will sprint out from their hiding spots and shove their cameras in your face, cackling like hysterical hyenas.

“I am in love with you.” 

Maybe this is just his way of leading partners into bed with him. A powerful effort to add another name to his lengthy body count. And for whatever reason, he plans to jot down your name on that list.

“And you are worth more to me than anything.” 

You scrutinize his face for some inkling of rationality, something to explain what the fuck he means by that. Your efforts prove to be futile, as those teary, doe-eyes peer into your soul with nothing but sheer, unadulterated devotion. As though you were both fresh newlyweds enjoying the luxury of your honeymoon, complemented by the glimmer of your new wedding rings.

“Okay.” You swallow dryly, unease bleeding through your body. “You get another five minutes to explain yourself. On one condition.”

Kenji perks up at your proposition as though you had offered your hand in marriage. 

“Yes! Yes, whatever you want!” 

The man in question ponders over what riches you could ask him for and how elated he’d be to give you them. Taking you on shopping sprees and serving as your adoring husband, paying every penny and carrying your bags for you while you peruse to your liking. Just say the word, maybe flutter those pretty lashes, and he’ll personally deliver the very planet into your hands.

“I want you to leave me be.” 

If it weren’t for the fact this man was a complete stranger, you’d feel a sting of guilt over the perceptible emotion that washes over his face. Kenji anticipated the demand of clothes, foods, travel tickets, of which he would gleefully fulfill. Not this. Anything but this. 

“Alright, f-for how long? 10 minutes? 20?” 

“Forever.” 

You might as well have surged your fist into his chest cavity and torn his heart out, stomping out the ba-bump beneath the force of your boots. You might as well have climbed the tree behind his childhood home and ambushed his bird nest, tearing apart the array of twigs and squishing the healthy eggs. You might as well have just killed him right then and there, as nothing could pain him more than such a fate. Forever without the one he loves most is a life you couldn’t pay him to suffer through.

His bottom lip begins to tremble, stomach gurgling with nauseated shock. A few gags masked by coughs go unnoticed by you, as you could’ve sworn you saw a bright flash of white in the distance. Did someone… Take a picture? 

“... What’s wrong, baby? What are you looking at, huh?” 

Shifting your gaze back to Kenji, you find his features sheen with sweat and sickly-green from the queasiness you’ve forced upon him. What you especially notice is the accent of smugness beneath it all, etched into the smirk stretched across his lips.

Hushed whispers in the distance accelerate in volume, until the entire restaurant erupts in flashing lights.

Paparazzi!? What the fuck are they doing here!? 

Kenji leans back into the chair and slings an arm around the back post, seemingly posing for the photographers invading your conversation.

“Oh, no! We’ve been caught! The horror! Whatever will we do now that our secret is out…?”

If it weren’t for the sake of your career, you would’ve socked that smile clean off his face. Maybe even knock out a few teeth while you’re at it.

Critics have now officially cleared the name of Ken Sato due to his recent spike in excellent performance. Sports commentators even toss around jokes of how Sato’s new partner has knocked some sense into him.

Another game of hundreds and the cologne of arrogance around Kenji could suffocate the entire arena. A recent report detailed by you is casted on the billboard outside your studio. He blows yet another kiss your way as he jogs onto the field, ignoring the shouting fans who seethe with envy. He has made it official across the nation that his heart is sewn into your hands. And not even God could level the happiness coursing through his body. 

That is, until an uninvited visitor opens his mouth. The Swallows catcher begins to taunt him about his lover on the big screen, unaware of the lethal consequences it would harbor.

“You let the team hit, Sato? Shit, I might talk to coach about a transfer so I can get a piece of th-” 

The baseball bat in Kenji’s hands collides with his jaw before he can finish his sentence. 

Several more plunges into his skull and a swarm of teammates swarm around to break apart the scene. The crowd is alive with excited hollering, drowning out the noise of the blood-stained threats Kenji barks his way, strings of saliva spurting from his mouth like some feral mutt. 

The onslaught of players quickly, albeit with struggle, overpower him, successfully retrieving the weapon from his grasp. The edges of his manicured nails dig into the meat of his palms, forming maroon crescents in his flesh. Blind with rage, more threats that will surely put him behind bars are screeched into the air.

A few harsh yanks from the group of men and Kenji is finally pried from the catcher. He is dragged off the field past the rushing paramedics before he can fulfill his promises.

“And now it looks like there are words being exchanged between Sato and the Swallows catcher... Oh! Oh, no. We haven’t seen a brawl like this in a long time! Both benches have cleared. They’re throwing punches…” 

Soothing his sore muscles in an ice bath, Kenji watches the recording of his public meltdown with trepidation. Your eyes are not far and surely, you will bear witness to the violence his hands are capable of. He fears you daring to think he will treat you as such and his chest aches from the thought alone.

All he wants at this moment is to tear down the door to your apartment, take your precious face into his hands, and speak the utter truth as he assures you he will never bring harm to you. He’ll inform you of the context of the fight and what sparked such a reaction out of him. Then, you’ll thank him profusely for his heroic defense and drown him in your sugar-sweet kisses. Just like he has dreamt of every night, often waking up in the morning with his puckered lips against his knuckles.

Now, however, Kenji has surely destroyed any chances of gluing you to his side forever. You resent him for that stunt he pulled at dinner, and now, you are afraid of what he and his baseball bat may do. The ongoing success of Ken Sato has crashed and burned, resulting in the loss of what he cared for most.

“Ken!” Mina calls out to him. “I have something to show you!” 

Assuming it is another plan of millions to stamp the title of ‘lover’ all over you, he rushes out of the bath and throws his clothes on. Venturing into the basement, he is met with the very last thing he expected.

The containment unit has been raised. Inside is you, fast asleep with a bow on your head. Wearing just his jersey and holding onto a plushie designed after himself. 

“Surprise!”

Mina’s robotic arms stretch out, presenting the gift she captured retrieved for Kenji.

In addition to your permanent presence, the containment unit has been extensively decorated. The adornments are all pink and fluffy, like a cloud draped over a sunset. A circle-shaped bed is strung above the ground, supporting the weight of you and the mess of plushy comforters. It rocks you from side-to-side like a fussy baby who skipped out on naptime.

The scent of lavender pervading the air eases you into a deeper slumber. Tranquil white noise hums from the surrounding speakers, suffusing with the sounds of a light rainstorm. There are even holograms of shimmering stars and a full moon hovering over you, like some colossal mobile strung above a crib. Among the stars is a constellation, of some sort, that reads “Y/N SATO” in glittering letters.

And poor Kenji doesn’t know if he wants to beat Mina into shambles of wires or give her as many HTTP cookies her synthetic heart could ask for. For now, he is too woozy to make a coherent decision regarding her well-being. As he stated before, you always remain of utmost importance.

“My God…” He gasps out through stuttering breaths. 

His heart pounds so violently, he can barely hear the sound of his own voice over the persistent thumping. Kenji wobbles over to you as though he had just stood on his two legs for the very first time. He is almost positive there is a certain air suffusing from your body, entering his bloodstream and choking him with fervent stress. Every step forward renders his body weaker and weaker.

Images then begin to haunt his mind, preceding what may happen in minutes time. Kenji sees your weeping face, crying to release you from this bird cage. He can hear the thundering volume of your voice declaring you will never fall in love with him, how you’ll soon vanish and leave him to forever rot in solitude.

The emotions these thoughts garner stir in his gut like a meal that doesn’t agree with him. Gags poke and prod at his throat, threatening to release the butterflies fluttering around his stomach. A glob of bile then spurts from his mouth and splats against the floor. Kenji, horrified and sick with worry, races away from the scene before he spills his guts in front of you and humiliates himself even further.

What on Earth is he meant to do now?

When you finally awaken, you’re convinced you’ve been melted into jelly. Maybe even restrained in a tank of thick oil. Limbs weak at wet spaghetti, you cling to any fragments of energy in your system as you try and discern your environment. 

“Well, look who woke up!” A female voice greets you. “Do you want to see daddy?” 

Something globe-shaped hovers around the barrier you’ve been ensnared in. If it weren’t for your groggy state, you’d verify it to be a robot and not a talking basketball. 

“’Daddy’? What the hell are you talking about?” Your confused voice protrudes broken and sluggish, still stained with the sleep you’ve just woken from. 

A screen forms above you and before your distorted vision, you find the very last sight you wished to see. Ken Sato, your own personal parasite, sits stiff in the living room just upstairs. Bouncing his leg in an anxious rhythm, he seems to be engrossed by a video on his laptop. As you listen further, the contents become more distinguishable.

“When the moment is right, lean into your partner slowly and tilt your head to avoid bumping noses.” 

The robot clears her throat in an attempt at grasping his attention, but fails to do so.

“Close your eyes and let your lips connect naturally. Match the pattern of your partner to-” 

Another noise of acknowledgment from the robot and Kenji’s attention is finally held. Barely, that is.

“What, Mina?” He answers curtly, eyes refusing to part from the information he is currently absorbing.

“Someone is waiting for you down here.”

In all the years you’ve lived on this planet, you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone move so fast before. Not only did Mina’s words arouse a visceral reaction out of Kenji, but they practically shoved him off the couch from the sheer force of her insinuations. His foot even gets caught behind a chair leg and causes him to land splat on his face, but this is not nearly enough to deter his acceleration. 

The screen you were studying then folds into itself as an elevator descends from above. Through the cyan, blurred exterior, you see the frame of no other than Ken Sato. The doors open a mere inch before the man in question is squishing himself through the tight space. Always the acrobat he is, he gracefully trips onto his face, once again, before clumsily scrambling to his feet.

Now, you’re given the ability to absorb his appearance. Messy locks of black hair lack their normal gelled accentuation. Dark eyes are blown wide as though he were some feral animal. Tan arms are covered in red scratches from the relentless, anxious scratching he abused his flesh with.

The bold ‘ICON’ on his shirt mocks you. Is that what he is? Is that what he expects you to perceive him as? Would an ‘icon’ do such a thing like this?

You ponder over how much time has passed since you’ve been brought into this horrid basement, how much time has passed before friends and family have deemed you missing.

Kenji knows the answer to your questions. It had only been a day; twenty-four full hours of crazed, restless worry. He even skipped out on the championship for this moment, just to ensure you remained safe in the basement. He trusts Mina, of course, but he cannot rely on her to restrain you. The grasp he has on you is dangling by a thread, worn thin by his own stupid antics from before. 

He knows now that if you were to take one step out the door, you’ll be gone forever. And Kenji will die before he allows that to happen. 

Meanwhile, you’re still trying to garner pieces of your memory together. After returning to your apartment from a hectic day at the studio, you allowed yourself to indulge in the hot meals always waiting for you at your kitchen table. Normally, you’d chuck them in the garbage out of distrust. Tonight, however, you were so overwhelmed with lethargy, you couldn’t conjure enough energy to cook yourself a meal. So, the magic dinner-fairy would receive your blessing in the meantime.

One bite in and you were out like a light, oblivious to what exactly is waiting for you once you wake.

What was waiting for you now dashes toward the edge of your dog kennel, as you’d describe it. Kenji places a hand to the surface and his forehead lands against the wall with a light thud. His quickened, gasping breaths fog the glass. He does not leave even a centimeter between himself and the barrier separating both of you. The legs that have scored him more wins for the Giants than any other played in history suddenly grow weak, trembling as they try to support his weight. 

Kenji’s half-lidded gaze is devoted to you only. A curl forms between his brows from the fervency of his emotions the longer he stares. His cheeks go red as two ripe cherries while he just stands and watches, all dewy-faced and blushing.

“Lower the containment unit.” He pants breathlessly, the sheer tone of love drooping from every syllable that parts from his mouth. Like pockets of honey seeping from a honeycomb. 

“Ken. That might be a bad idea. We cannot anticipate how they will react.” 

He presses lazy kisses against the glass as her words go through one ear and out the other. Ignoring her warning, he assures her of these concerns.

“I got ‘em, I got ‘em… My baby…”

To your horror, the walls plummet and grant this monster full access to where you lie. Kenji collapses, again, not realizing he had been leaning his full weight against the walls of the containment unit. This sudden intrusion causes you to flinch and you crawl away from him, attempting to shield yourself beneath the thick covers. 

Body shivering with feverish need, his hand grasps onto the corner of the mattress to stabilize himself. Mere inches away from your foot. His chin lifts to look your way, his eyes only needing to bathe in the sight of you forever. Within his irises, you find swirling pools of darkness illuminated by specks of glitter. Sparkling for you and you alone. 

A smile pokes at Kenji’s lips, bright and formidable, before he addresses your sour expression. 

“Aww, why the long-face? Is my baby hungry, maybe?” 

At the foot of the bed, a fraction of the floor folds open and rises a platter. On this platter is an array of all your favorite foods. Snacks, candies, sodas, juices, whatever your heart could possibly desire. Mina has correlated an all-you-can-eat buffet just for you. Similar to the dishes left for you back in your apartment.

As it spins, displaying every inch and corner of its delicious offerings, you curl further into yourself. You do not want nourishment, you want to leave! To part from this maniac and never hear of his name again! 

With your refusal to eat, Kenji determines the reason behind your dismay to be because of him. Or, in his egotistical brain, the lack of him. The works of an absurdly large ego, you’d surmise. 

“Do you… Do you need… Me?” The hope in his voice is akin to a child in disbelief over receiving surprise tickets to Disneyland.

And Kenji just melts from how gut-wrenchingly adorable you are. By simply existing, you’re yanking at his heartstrings like a puppeteer, guiding him further and further towards the edge of sanity. With eyes peering up at him like that, he’ll welcome the predicament warmly.

“Oh… I’m right here, baby. Daddy won’t leave you.” He coos in your ear, the warm cadence practically oozing into your brain. 

Still overwhelmed with exhaustion, you do not have a morsel of strength left in your body to fight off his affections. Despite how desperately you wish to. Instead, you have to remain pliant as Kenji guides you onto your back, soothing and shushing you as you sink further into the plush surface.

Tearing his shirt from his body, the loss of the ‘icon’ status, he crawls beneath the opulent covers with you. His arm snakes around your waist, while the other cradles your cheek. Hands shuddering and heart pattering as he presses himself against your back, he wonders how he had not simply died right in this moment. You’re too perfect. It’s too much for his poor heart to take. Cupid may as well have discarded the pink-hued arrows and plunged a knife straight into his chest.

Kenji leaves an array of kisses on the back of your neck as you drift back into a tranquil slumber. All those wishes he set on shooting stars have finally returned and placed you directly in his beloved bird nest. All to stay at his side forever.

All to never leave.

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SCREAM FOR ME! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...as you get ready for a Halloween party, you don’t notice a strange man watching you from across the street, waiting for the perfect moment to sneak into your house and play a little game

INFO...ghostface!toji x fem!reader, dark content, toji is a serial killer, stalking, intruding/home invasion, fear play, knifeplay, choking, pet names (sweetheart, baby, slut, good girl), ripping/cutting clothes, slight nipple play, blood play (toji licks your blood), praise, degradation, slapping, cutting your skin/marking, squirting, fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, breeding, dacryphilia, dumbification, finger sucking, not proofread

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You hummed along to your playlist as you sat at your vanity, dipping the mascara wand into the tube. You carefully applied the product on your false eyelashes, just to help lift them a little more. It was Halloween night and you lucky for you, you were invited to a Halloween party by your best friend. Of course, costumes were required. Though it was frigid outside, you still opted for the slutty costume—a bunny. It was basic, but it was the cheapest costume you could find. Anything that was above your price range was not worth it, especially if you’re only going to wear this once a year.

Applying the lipgloss to your lips, you cleaned up around the edges, making sure it didn’t look too messy. It was your first night going out in a while, and it’s been quite a while since you’ve slept with anyone too. You were hoping that tonight would be the night you’d bring someone back to your place, it was Halloween night after all, everyone is down for something. Screwing the top of the lipgloss back on, you threw it somewhere across your messy vanity before standing up from your seat, quickly running over to your closet to look for your bunny ears.

You were too busy trying to look all pretty, too busy getting dressed up to impress, that you didn’t notice the man standing across the street looking right into your bedroom window. He watched you, watched your every movement like a hawk watches its prey. He was hidden behind the tree, leaning up against the rough bark. He wasn’t too worried about anyone questioning him, it was pretty late at night and all the trick or treaters were tucked into bed, houses dimmed of light. Everyone was sound asleep, everyone except for you. He’s had his eye on you for quite some time, first noticing you at the grocery store, then at the park, then now in your home, in your slutty bunny costume as you got ready to go to some stupid party.

He’s been following you for weeks now, keeping tabs on you. He was even in line behind you one time, making sure to memorize your phone number when the cashier had asked if you had a rewards account with them. He saved it in his phone the moment he got into his car before following you home. How stupid you were to go out on a night like this. Don’t you know about the killings going on in the city only a few hours away from you? Didn’t you care about your safety? Clearly not. And clearly, to him, you were the perfect choice. He crossed the street to your house, slipping into the backyard where no one would see him.

“Finally,” you huff as you grabbed your bunny ears, slipping them onto your head, making sure not to mess up your hair. You walked over to the mirror, checking over your outfit one more time before your phone began to ring. Excitedly, you ran over to answer it, assuming it was your best friend. “Hey!”

“Hello,” A deep and gravely voice spoke. Your brows immediately furrowed at the unrecognizable voice and you pulled the phone away from your face to see it was an unknown number.

“Uh, who is this?” You asked, slowly walking around your room.

“I could ask you the same,” they responded.

“Listen, I think you have the wrong number.” You hung up, tossing your phone onto the bed. As you walked over to grab your heels, your phone began ringing again. The unknown number displayed on your screen again as you stared down at it. Quickly, you pressed the decline button and went to putting your heels back on. Not even a second later, your phone was ringing again. With the roll of your eyes, you snatched your phone off of the bed and answered it. “Can you stop calling? I said you had the wrong number!”

“Do I, y/n?” Your eyes shot wide as you quickly stood to your feet. The sound of this persons voice sent chills right down your spine and goosebumps all over your body.

“How do you know my name? Faye, if this is you, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” You slightly shouted, stomping over to your window, only to see the street was empty and her car wasn’t there.

“This isn’t Faye,” they chuckled.

“Who is this and how do you know my name?” You clenched your jaw as you slammed your window shut, locking it and pulling the blinds down. You started to grow paranoid, pacing back and forth in your bedroom.

“Me knowing your name should be the least of your worries.” The smirk was evident in their voice, almost like they were toying you, finding fun in the fear they struck into your heart.

“This isn’t funny, Faye! Haha, yeah it’s Halloween, you got me motherfucker. Now, cut the bullshit!” You spoke angrily.

“That’s not a nice name to call someone. You should know better. If you don’t play nice, then you’ll deal with the consequences,” the nearly said in a whisper.

“Fuck you!” You hung up the phone and immediately went to text Faye. The sound of the ringtone filled the silence of your room as you sat and watched your phone ring, chest heaving up and down and as you began to panic. “What the fuck do you want?!”

“I just want to play a game, that’s all,” he chuckled.

You spoke through gritted teeth, “what game?”

“Hot or cold,” he bluntly answered. “Right now you’re cold.”

Blinking several times, you let out a shaky breath as you placed your hand on your doorknob, slowly turning it, preparing for who or what could be on the other side. You clenched your eyes shut, silence on the other end of the phone as you swung the door open, only to be met with nothing. Standing there in your door way, you scanned the open area of your house, living room quiet as a mouse. Quickly, you darted over to your front door to make sure it was locked, which it was. “Still cold.” The deep voice caused you to jump.

“What…what am I looking for?” You hesitantly asked, stepping away from your front door. The wood creaked under your feet, careful not to trip in the heels you were wearing.

“Don’t worry about that.”

Slowly, you walked through your living room and towards the kitchen, eyes scanning everything in your sight. You took notice of the knife holder, making the decision to grab one. You held it in your hand tightly. “Warmer,” the voice spoke. Whatever this person was having you look for wasn’t in the kitchen, but it was close by. Though your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, the only thing that was left to check was the bathroom, spare bedroom, and the basement, which you surely weren’t going to check. The corridor leading towards those rooms seemed long and dark, only adding to the fear coursing through your body. “What’s wrong? Scared?”

You ignored his patronizing remarks, stepping down the quiet hallway. A creek from upstairs caused you to stop in your tracks, making you look up from your position. Was this person making you look for them? Were they in your house? The house was still as you stepped further, standing in front of the bathroom door. “Warmer.” With the knife in your hand and phone in the other, you hurriedly opened the door, rushing to move the shower curtain to the side.

“Where are you, fucker?” You asked, beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead as you walked back into the hall. Whoever was on the other end of the phone was just messing with you. They weren’t here. They weren’t anywhere near you. Walking to the spare bedroom the voice spoke, “hot.” You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t afraid, even with defense. Trying to trick yourself into thinking this person was just pranking you was barely working. “Open it,” he demanded.

The palms of your hands were sweating, a clear sign of your fear, but you still placed your hand on the knob. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart beating, it felt like you were suffocating. Without thinking, you open the door, nothing but darkness. You flipped on the light, still nothing. “Tricked you.”

“Where the fuck are you? Stop messing around with me! Who even is this, huh?” You started yelling over the phone. You began to walk out of the spare bedroom when suddenly the basement door flew open, almost hitting you in the face. You let out a scream as a dark figure came into view, all you could see was a white ghost mask. Immediately, you dropped your phone making a run for it to the spare bedroom behind you. With the knife still in your hand, you tried to quickly shut and lock the door behind you, only to struggle as the intrude fought back, their strength overpowering yours as they crashed against the door.

You fell to the floor, tripping over your feet. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but fight back. You started swinging with the knife in your hand as the intruder walked towards you, noticing the glint of the knife he had in his hand, a much larger knife—a hunter knife. Before you could blink, their gloved hand grabbed ahold of your wrist, snatching the knife from you and tossing it into the hallway. The smacks and punches you landed on their body did absolutely nothing. “Please! Please, don’t kill me!” Tears started falling from your eyes as your entire body trembled. “Take whatever you want, I won’t tell anyone! I won’t call the cops! Nothing!”

You were confused when the intruder let go of your hand, only to reach his gloved hand up to your face and wipe away your tears. You flinched at his touch, lip trembling. “What do you want?” You asked. No answer. They stood over you, looking down as you cowered in fear. You let out a small yelp as the man lifted you, snatching you by your arm and pushing you onto the bed. Now that you had a clear view of him, you could see how tall he was, his shoulders broad. You could faintly hear his heavy breathing behind the mask, the knife still held tight in his hand.

Toji couldn’t get over how pretty you were with tears in your eyes, mascara running down your puffy cheeks. He admired you in all your beauty, so happy that he finally got to be this close to you. “Are you gonna kill me?” He noticed how you kept looking down at his knife, body trembling. Toji could tell how scared you were, he didn’t mean to make you afraid, he never wants to hurt you. You’re too precious unlike all the others he has come across. So, he placed his knife down on the bedside table. You gulped, chest heaving up and down. The longer he stood in front of you, the more confused you were by his actions. Was this someone pranking you? Maybe a friend of Faye’s you didn’t know of?

Slowly, the man took off his black gloves, his hands large, nails trimmed, and you noticed he had a tattoo on his right hand, one that seemed to blend into a sleeve on his arm. The crazy thing is, you recognized the tattoo, having seen it somewhere before. As you were about to say something, the man grabbed your face, pulling you towards him. A small whimper left your lips, now only inches away from his masked face. You could see his eyes through the mask, low and dark. “Are you gonna hurt me?” You whimpered. All the man did was nod at your question. Instantly, you were brought to tears, in fear of your life. He pushed you back down onto the bed, mounting you.

His rough hands caressed your face, trailing down to your neck, fingertips tracing over your skin. Why won’t he say anything? What does he want with you? Is he toying with you before he wants to kill you? Your mind was racing with so many questions. Toji brought his hand down to your chest, lightly grazing over it before moving to your exposed shoulders. One question that didn’t even cross your mind until now, was how he got in. You were sure that everything was locked, windows and doors. How did he get your number? Why did you recognize his tattoo? “Can you…can at least tell me who you are before you kill me?” You quietly asked. A stupid question. Why would you say anything like that?

He stopped his movements and you could feel him staring at you through the mask. Even if you couldn’t really see him, it still sent fear through your heart. Again, he brought his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb running across your lips, smudging the lipgloss you had put on earlier. You flinched as he suddenly leaned closer to you, only to whisper, “you know who I am.” And you do, but you just don’t realize it yet. Toji remembers the day, of course he does. It was the day you were walking out of the grocery store and had dropped one your bags. When you went to grab it, Toji’s right hand placed over yours at the same time. You thanked him for helping, smiling up at him with those eyes. He introduced himself to you as you introduced yourself to him. That was a day he’d remember forever.

His voice sent shivers down your spine. It was so deep and husky, and you hate to admit it at a time like this, but attractive. “I…I don’t remember.” You gulped, scared that your response might cause a violent reaction from him. He lifted his head, staring down at you before slightly cocking his head to the side. He looked over your outfit, from the white bunny ears, to the pink silk one piece suit, to the fishnet stockings. It’s better now that he can see the outfit up close. His fingers fiddled with the little bow sewn onto the front of the one piece body suit. Cute, he thought. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at the knife on the bedside table while he was too busy looking at you.

Even if you wanted to attempt to grab the knife, he was on top of you, there was no way you’d be able to push him off. You took another chance to speak, “what’s your name?” You asked barely above a whisper. The man stayed silent. He was hurt you really didn’t recognize him by now, but he won’t blame you. You’ve already seen him once before, what’s the harm in seeing him again? He’s never sloppy with his work.

He leans back down towards your ear. “Toji.” Your eyes immediately widen. The guy from the grocery store parking lot. That’s how you recognized his tattoo. How? Was he stalking you this whole time? For how long? You were unsure of how to feel.

“It’s you,” you said with a mix of shock and disbelief. He huskily chuckled in your ear, reaching his up to pull his mask from his face, now allowing you to see him once more. “You,” you spoke again.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” He smirked. “God you look so sweet I just want to ruin you.” His eyes trailed down to your costume. He turned around, grabbing the knife from the bedside table. You grew nervous, unsure of his intentions. “I’ve had time to plan and think about what I wanna do with you, but now that I’m here, I’m unsure again.” He shrugged, trailing the tip of the knife across your soft skin.

You shifted under him, trying to free yourself only to be stopped when he pressed the blade against your neck, causing you to look into his eyes. Immediately, you felt the intensity, darkness consuming them. Toji leaned down, inches away from your lips, the knife still pressed against your throat as he gently connected his lips with yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, lips moving in sync with his as you kissed him back for some reason. Were you crazy? Why weren’t you trying to kill him? Grab the knife from him and stab him, run away, do something. Instead, your tongue was in his mouth.

Weirdly, the fear you had just moments ago seemed to be simmering away. When you first met Toji in the parking lot, he caught your eye, he was handsome, tall, and mysterious. Toji pulled away from the kiss, moving the knife away from your neck. All you did was look up at him, shocked by his actions, by all of it. “Were you stalking me?” You asked.

“Of course I was,” he answered. “I knew you were going out tonight. I was watching you from your window, watching you get dressed in this slutty costume. Were you going to go out tonight just to show off what’s mine, hm?” The blade trailed over the pink silk fabric of your bodysuit. Your breath hitched at his words. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice I was following you. I made it so obvious. I guess you’re just too stupid,” he sighed. “But that’s okay, baby. I forgive you.”

“I…” You were unsure of what to say. Each one of his words left you dumbfounded. He was right, you didn’t notice he was following you. You let out a gasp as his cut open the fabric of your suit with his knife, the cold air immediately hitting your skin. He cut it right down the middle, only leaving the spot right below your abdomen intact. He carefully moved the pieces of cut fabric to the side using the tip of his knife, exposing your tits.

Toji’s eyes seemed to light up at the sight, taking his free hand to cup your tits, gently pulling at your nipple. He took notice of those little whimpers and squeaks you tried so hard to muffle. “Oh? That feel good? Does a slut like you get turned on from having her stalker touch her?” He pulled at your nipple a little harder. Unexpectedly, his hand wrapped around your throat in an instant, your eyes widening. “Such a stupid slut, going out while there is a killer around. Don’t you care that I can slit your throat right now?” His eyes narrowed.

Your hands came up to wrap around his wrist, staring into his eyes. “I thought you weren’t gonna kill me?” You managed to speak, tears brimming your eyes as you stared up at him. “Please don’t kill me,” you begged, lip trembling. “I’m sorry for whatever I did! I won’t do it again!” You hiccuped, clenching your eyes shut as the sharp blade pressed against your neck again.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His hand came up to your face, wiping away your tears as he forced you to look into his eyes again. “Don’t be scared. There’s nothing to be scared of. If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it by now. All I’m gonna do,” Toji’s hands snaked down to your exposed chest, thumb rubbing over your hard nipple, “is play with you. You gonna let me do that?” His hands felt so nice against your skin. “I’ve been watching you fuck yourself every night, seeing how depraved you are, how frustrated you get when you can’t make yourself cum.” Toji loves how you look up at him with those puppy dog eyes, acting like you don’t know what he’s talking about. “Can no one satisfy my baby, hm?” He cooed.

Without even thinking, your body moved on its own and you shook your head no, answering his question. “That’s what I thought. But tonight, I’m gonna ruin you, because depraved sluts like you open their legs for anything. So, are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Toji ran the blade down the middle of your sternum, making a small cut on your skin. You let out a wince, looking down to see the small droplets of blood. His smile widened as leaned his head between your tits, sticking his tongue out and licking up the small amount of blood. A small gasp left your lips as the feeling while he indulged in the taste, savoring the coppery taste on his tongue. “Too fucking precious,” he grunted, taking the knife and cutting the rest of your bodysuit so that you were only left in your underwear and stockings.

“I’ll be good for you,” you answered weakly. Toji’s eyes flickered back up to yours, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He let out a breathy laugh, almost like he was mocking you before he grabbed ahold of your fishnet stockings, easily ripping them open. Your black lacy panties were tempting to keep on, but Toji need to see all of you. The lace easily ripped against the blade, the fabric falling from your hips as he disposed them to the side, leaving you completely exposed.

“Would you look at that,” he spoke. “Look at how fucking wet you are.” His fingers dipped through your folds, gathering your slick. He opened his mouth, licking your juices off of his fingers, eyes nearly rolling back at the taste. You squirmed under him, couldn’t help but get turned on at the sight in front you. You shouldn’t feel like this, it’s wrong, but it also feels so right. What was it about him? “I can’t wait to break you.” He removed himself from on top of you, standing now. He had removed the black costume he was wearing, revealing the black shirt, jeans and heavy boots he was in. Hurriedly, he removed his belt, unbuttoning his pants. “Come here,” he demanded as he pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free.

He was thick, bulbous head leaking pre cum and two prominent veins running on each side. You gulped, crawling over to him and getting down on your knees, the hardwood floor cold against your skin. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Stick your tongue out.” And as you did, he slapped the head of his dick against your tongue, smearing his precum all over your puffy lips as he teased him, teased you. He bit down on his bottom lip, eyes narrowing before he shoved his length in your mouth as far as he could. Immediately, your hands grabbed onto his jeans and you gagged around his cock, eyes clenching shut as tears formed in your eyes. “Fuckkkk,” he blissfully sighed. He pulled out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe, strings of spit connecting from your lips to his length. “Keep looking at me while I fuck your pretty face.”

He guides your head up and down, fucking your face. You gag each time he hits the back of your throat, drool starting to form at the corners of your mouth. You blink up at him with tears in your eyes, watching the way he stares at you lust in his eyes and a mix of something else. He scares you, but he also doesn’t. It’s something that you’ve never felt before. It was hard not to get turned on by him, clearly your dripping cunt was enough proof. And now that you were sucking his dick, you were more even more turned on. Drool started to fall onto your tits, it was clear he liked it messy and sloppy. Glug, glug, glug.

“Shit, that’s it sweetheart,” he grunted, his balls slapping against your chin. He could feel the way your throat squeezed around him each time you gagged, only adding to his pleasure. Toji laughed at you, still gripping your hair tightly. Finally, he let you breathe. A series of coughs erupted from your chest as you tried to catch your breath. “There you go, breathe.”

You looked up at him through thick eyelashes, mascara running down your face. He was taken aback when you licked from his base all the way to his tip, sucking on it. You bobbed your head up and down, moaning around it. The vibrations sent shivers through his entire body. He pressed the knife to your cheek, a devilish smirk on his lips as he watched you suck and choke on his cock willingly. “Of course a sick slut like you is into this.” He watched you reach your hand between your legs, unable to resist the urge of touching yourself, rubbing your swollen clit. “Oh fuck.” He threw his head back, feeling your tongue swirl around his tip before you took him further in your mouth. Toji felt himself getting close, immediately pulling you off of him with a sadistic chuckle. “Almost made me fucking cum.” He let out a deep breath, his cock twitching in front of you, tempting you.

He quickly grabbed you, tossing you back onto the bed before you had time to process. He could see the fear in your eyes, but also see how desperate you were. He loved it. He planted his lips onto you, sloppily kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Your hands came up to cup his face, pulling him more into the kiss as you moved your hips against his leg, begging for any sort of friction. “Filthy slut.” He dragged the cold knife against your tits, your body shuddering. “I bet you’d look so pretty covered in red.” His words brought fear into your heart, but for some reason you trusted that he wouldn’t kill you.

“Ah!” You let out a small yelp at the feeling of the sharp blade cutting against your skin, toji leaving a small mark against your tits just like he did with your chest. He licked the blood from his knife, watching the small droplets of blood flow from the incision. He was right, you did look pretty covered in red. While worried about the marks he was making on your skin, you were shocked when you felt his fingers push inside your aching cunt, stretching you open. Your whimpers were like music to his ears, feeling your walls spasm around him as you tried to adjust. How long has it been since someone else was inside you? Doesn’t matter now, you were his and his only. He began pumping his fingers in and out of you, your hand gripping onto the sheets below as your legs spread further and further.

“You’re soaked. You must like being threatened and stalked, huh? Like being used?” Toji questioned as he began moving faster, curling his fingers up slightly so that he was hitting your g-spot. He trailed the blade against your other breast, making another cut. Oh how he loved watching you bleed. Your pussy was making lewd sounds, squelching as your juices coated his fingers and hands.

“Oh my god!” You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand. You bit down on your lip as you tried to suppress your moans. He only made it harder, each thrust of his fingers causing your body to jolt in pleasure. Your legs threatened to close at the overwhelming feeling. Your skin began to heat up as you grew closer to your orgasm. “I’m…I’m close!”

Toji watched in awe as your body began to quiver, squirting all over his hand, soaking the bed below you. He pressed the knife against your neck as he removed his fingers from your wet hole, a broken moan leaving your lips as the loss of contact. “You…fuck…” He could even finish his sentence, so enthralled with you.

You looked up at him with teary eyes, begging for me without speaking. Warm blood trickled down your chest, though that was no longer a worry for you. All you wanted was him, no matter how sick and twisted it was. “Hurt me,” you demanded, tone soft. Something in Toji flipped upon hearing your words. In a second, your legs were spread wide. He ahead aligned himself with your entrance, grabbing your hair tightly.

“Watch as I fuck you.” He slowly pushed himself in, feeling the stretch of his cock made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Even with how wet you were, it still stung a little bit but eventually the pain turned into pleasure. He thrusted hard into you, a mewl leaving your lips at the sudden change. “Does it turn you on fucking your stalker?” He slammed his hips into you again, a growl erupting from his chest. He reveled in your warmth, feeling your walls squeeze around him. He began fucking you a rough pace, tired of teasing himself.

You watched as his length slid in and out you, reaching deep and hitting your sweet spot each time. “I just wanna mark your pretty body, make you stupid.” His words went straight to your pussy, squeezing around him at the thought. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to hurt you? Cause I’ll fucking hurt you,” he gritted his teeth as he fucked you hard and rough.

“Hurt me, please!” You cried, tears falling down your cheeks. Your juices coated his length, a white ring forming around the base of his cock and dripping down his balls. He was animalistic. “So good!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, reaching a hand down to rub your neglected clit. “Shiiit, yes!” You screamed, toes curling. Toji let go of your hair, roughly grabbing your face to look at him. He loved seeing the tears in your eyes no matter if it was from fear or from pleasure. Before you could blink, you felt a sharp sting across your cheek. He slapped you.

“Such a pretty fucking face.” He took the knife, the blade gliding across your stinging cheek. You clenched your eyes shut, taking the pain because the pleasure was so much better. “Pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he chuckled. He slapped you again on the same cheek, the pain even worse than before. His tip kissed your cervix, your pussy gripping him so tight. It’s like you didn’t want to let him go. His thumb gently grazed over your bottom lip before slipping it into your mouth and laying it on the flat of your tongue. Without hesitation, you sucked on his finger, moaning around it.

Toji couldn’t get over how fucked out you looked, eyes low as you could barely look up at him. “Toji,” you whined, “ah! I’m gonna cum again! F-fuck, you’re so deep!” Your jaw was slack. All the pleasure that built up finally released, squirting all over his cock and making more of a mess. Your juices coated your thighs and sheets below you. Your body convulsed, trembling under him.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. That’s my girl.” His hand wrapped around your neck, pushing you flat against the bed. He pushed your legs up against your chest as he fully mounted you, still thrusting into you throbbing cunt. The overstimulation made you go stupid. “I’m gonna fill up this pretty pussy and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he huskily whispered in your ear, pounding into you.

“Yes! Yes!” You screamed, feeling him deeper than before. His balls slapped against your ass as he fucked you ruthless, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier, a sign that he was close. His grip around your neck grew tighter, your vision nearly fading to black before he landed another slap across your face, snapping you back to reality.

“Don’t pass out on me,” he demanded through gritted teeth. “This pussy is gonna make me cum, fuck!” He growled. Plap, plap, plap! The sheer force of his thrusts sent you into a spiral, only pushing you to another orgasm. “Ah, shit!” Toji thrusted into you once more as he filled you up, hot spurts of cum painting your walls. You let out a blissful sigh at the feeling, only to let your orgasm take control and squirt all over his cock and abdomen, soaking the shirt he had on. His heavy breaths were felt on your skin. Toji slowly pulled out of you, his cum slowly dripping out of your cunt. He leaned back to admire the work he had done, using his thumb to push his cum back inside.

The tip of his knife traveled from your abdomen all the way to your neck, the feeling sending goosebumps all over your body. He pressed hard against your neck, chest heaving up and down while he stared at you. “You’re lucky.” He removed the knife of your skin before standing up, grabbing his robe and mask off of the floor while he left you there on the bed.

“Where…where are you going?” You managed to sit up, legs still shaking. It sounded like you didn’t want him to leave. He slipped his mask on, then his gloves and lastly the robe. “Ah!” Toji yanked you up by your neck, leaving you face to face with him. He could see the fear spark back up in your eyes.

“Leaving before I change my mind,” he huffed. He squeezed your throat tighter, heart pumping in your chest as you felt the knife press against your abdomen. “If you tell anyone about this, I won’t let you go the next time I find you. You understand, baby?” With a nod, he pushed you back down onto the bed, tossing you like you were some rag doll. His heavy boots hit the hardwood floor as he walked out of the bedroom. As you sat there dumbfounded, left to piece together what just happened, your back door slammed shut.

Your fingers traced over the cuts he made on your skin, breathing hitching at the touch of each one, dried blood and tears on your skin. Toji. You won’t forget his name or his face. You should consider yourself lucky knowing the many chances he had at killing you. Why did he let you go? Why was he so keen on stalking you first? Breaking away from your thoughts, you looked around the room, seeing the aftermath. Though, you couldn’t find yourself to move or do anything but sit there.

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Everyone Knows It - ♥∞˚.

protective!Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader ˚. Summary: Rafe will always defend you. Warnings: descriptions of physical injury, vulgar name-calling, arguing, themes of anxiety based on this ask!

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“How long does this shit take?” Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, asked as you began to apply your favorite mascara. You looked at him, rolling your eyes playfully as he tried to stifle his own smile.

“I dunno, Rafe.” You replied with a shrug, giggling as his eyes rolled into his head out of annoyance.

“C’mon baby, we gotta go.” He said, borderline pouting from across the bathroom.

You turned away, finishing your makeup and adjusting your outfit, looking at him with a teasing smile as you walked back over. You tilted your head up, meeting him with a soft kiss as he pulled you closer.

“Not too long, hm?” You said, watching him scoff.

“Oh yeah, only two hours.” He said with a smile of his own.

Rafe dragged you to the car as you looked at him with hesitance. He had been so set on going to a huge party on figure 8 and he eventually convinced you to come with him. Initially, you were equally as excited, if not more. You’ve always loved parties, but this week had been especially stressful on the both of you, so it took some pleading from Rafe to get you up.

However, your mood quickly turned when you were talking with your best friend, Jessica, and she hesitantly told you that all three of Rafe’s ex-girlfriends would be stalking around the party. 

Of course you knew that Rafe loved you and only you. He had been dating you for two years now, far longer than all three of them combined. But, you also knew that none of them had gotten over him and all of them hated your guts.

At least to him, Rafe was blissfully unaware of your concern because you didn’t want to bring it up. Maybe it wasn’t as huge of a deal as you were making it, maybe you were overthinking the whole thing. Rafe didn’t need to know about your predicament, it shouldn’t even matter.

That’s what you told yourself, at least, as you picked your fingers anxiously while Rafe drove, his clueless hand on your thigh. The drive seemed a lot shorter than normal and Rafe was just starting to pick up on your nerves as the two of you pulled into the beach parking lot.

“Hey..” He started, putting the car in park and watching your eyes as you looked at the sunset.

“Hm?” You acknowledge him briefly, hiding the shake in your voice.

“Are you like.. okay?” He asked, sucking in a breath while trying to read your eyes and taking another look at you before continuing, “You just seem a little off, y’know?” Rafe knew how to read you like a book, but he had a strong tendency to second-guess himself. You could thank his father for that gift.

“Yeah, m’okay.” You muttered out, not wanting to concern him now, out of all times. Rafe kissed you softly on the cheek before getting out of the car. You tried to work up the courage before Rafe opened your door, offering his hand to you. A small ‘thank you’ came from your shaky lips and he nodded in recognition.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets when he checked behind him, seeing you practically hiding in his dark shadow. You felt too aware of everything, feeling imaginary eyes on your body. One of the few things you didn’t notice was his ex, Emma, watching the two of you with a hawk’s eye. “Baby-“ He tried to start before you saw Jessica and suddenly your nerves began to ease up.

“Jessie!” You called out, speed walking past Rafe to meet her as the two of you gushed out girly greetings.

Rafe smiled and rolled his eyes, keeping himself close to you while also lingering next to Topper and Kelce.

At some point, the last thing you were worried about was Rafe’s two-faced ex-girlfriends. The drinks were letting you ease up and Rafe trusted Jessica just enough to let you go off on your own, just a few feet into the dense crowd.

Everything was perfect, especially when your favorite song for the past month started playing. A smile spread across your face when you went to find Rafe in the crowd, a small dance in your step as you giggled to yourself.

That same smile faded as you saw one of his exes brushing up on him. You stood deathly still, astonished that he was letting this happen so openly. It was obvious that he wasn’t paying her any mind and even making an effort to step away a few times, but the fact that she was near him made your skin crawl. All confidence that you once had slowly disappeared when you looked to the right ever so slightly and made dead eye contact with his other two exes. The worst part? They had started to stalk closer to Rafe, inch by inch.

You nearly screamed out of jealousy before Jessica noticed the same thing and turned you around. You knew it was a weak attempt to distract you, but it inevitably worked as Jessica held your hand instead, spinning you on beat.

Things faded out again until one spin got a little too personal and you stopped yourself, dizzily looking over at Rafe. The girls were nowhere to be seen, which brightened your face. You started over to Rafe again, wanting to lean into him and to let him show you off like he always did. You were his girl, everyone knew that.

It wasn’t anything but a few steps in his direction before you felt a hand sweep you the other way, followed by two more. Confusion drained the happiness from your smile as you looked around, everything going too quick to fully make out any faces connected to the hands pulling you back and forth.

You tried to protest but found yourself silenced when they stopped and held you still.

“You’re a fucking whore.” Emma spat.

Emma, his first long-term ex. ‘Six months in hell’ Rafe would always say, rolling his eyes and kissing you to remember how victorious his escape was.

The two other girls, Natalee and Avery held you upright, nodding along with whatever Emma said. You rolled your eyes at their ‘yes-man’ mannerisms, which gained you a scoff from Emma.

“You stole Rafe from me. You fucking slut!” She yelled, getting closer and closer.

“Didn’t steal anyone..” You mumbled, making every reasonable attempt to back away but ultimately failing.

She scoffed. In fact, you heard all three of them scoff. You knew that they were jealous, and honestly, you would be too. Rafe broke their hearts and told them he ‘wasn’t ready for a relationship’ before skipping off to the next. All three of them assumed you to be another one of his heartbreak victims, but when you stuck for a little too long, the hatred naturally got stronger within the three.

You were lost in thought, trying to squirm away before you felt a faint sting on your cheek. You looked over at Emma and caught her just as her hand moved away from your face. 

Instantly, tears poured from your eyes as you felt utterly helpless at their fists. One punch landed before another and suddenly you were being jostled around with no thoughts besides the pain coursing through your face and stomach.

Your ears were ringing by the time Rafe ran over and tore you away from their hands. You didn’t hear him yelling or pulling you away. It barely registered in your head when he picked you up and carried you from their jealous screams with a worried look on his face.

The car door slammed shut and you regained a little bit of yourself, feeling hazy in the passenger’s seat. You heard the driver’s side door open and close, watching Rafe struggling with the ignition through your slightly blurred vision.

You felt his panic hit you like a wave throughout the entire car ride, feeling him try and keep your head upright. His voice cracked and his hands shook while he fought through to keep his confident facade. 

The two of you made it to Tannyhill and Rafe had barely put the car in park before he was rushing to your side. As much as he tried to seem careless and tough, you and him both knew that he couldn’t stifle his sensitivity around you.

His emotions crashed down on him while he tried to keep himself together, carrying your weakening body into the cushy living room.

“Talk to me, princess.” He whispered, laying you on the couch and pulling up your dress to look at the bruise quickly forming on your ribs.

You didn’t say anything but a groan of pain. Not because you couldn’t, but more because you didn’t have any words. Shock overtook your originally tearful face and realization set in. For the rest of the night, Rafe held you in his arms. He didn’t let you lift a finger and made sure you were okay before calling a few ‘friends,’ as he said, to take care of the three girls.

It truthfully didn’t matter to you what happened to them. Here he was, Rafe Cameron, with his face buried in your hair and leaving soft kisses as gentle reminders that he loved you more than anyone else.

You were his girl, everyone knew that.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ೀ⋆｡˚── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

[takami-takami]

And If I Want It Soft?

includes— hawks x reader. smut. minors dni.

warnings— gn!reader. taking keigo's virginity.

If this is the corruption they warned him about, let it be sweet and let it be you.

It's hardly noticable; but Keigo gets nervous when you touch him like this. Like he's doing something wrong, something forbidden. His feathers twitch like they're prepared to detect his commission handlers stalking around the corner of his dim apartment hallway, forboding and scolding something shrill and calculated in his direction.

Instead, Keigo blanks at the way you touch him. Leans into your touch like a kitten, purring when you scratch his scalp. A blissed-out coo trills in Keigo's throat when your fingertips scritch at the feathery, baby blonde hairs where his skull meets his neck. A sweet sound. Innocent. Lovesick, those shut eyes and subtle smile.

But oh, the way Keigo stiffens when your hand follows the ridges of his spine down his neck like water over the rocks of a riverbank, splaying beneath the cotton of his shirt and flooding his senses there.

Keigo's body prepares for his handlers to scold him something fierce, now that he's got a pretty thing touching him all over— in ways the commission would surely balk at, too— but that doesn't happen. Instead, your sweet voice lulls him under the ocean waves again, soothing that overworked mind of his. Quieting it with gooey safety.

Calling him words like pretty, and sweet boy, and mine.

Can you blame Keigo for stirring beneath the waist? Honestly, it's quite inappropriate of him to be thinking these sorts of things about you. Your bare hand is massaging the tender junction between his shoulderblades beneath his shirt. His face is smushed against your chest, arms strewn over your body in bed. It's not like he can help whining a little in his throat, nosing at your body like he's thirsty for something more to wet his appetite.

He's a virgin. At his age in his twenties, too. Seen all that life as a hero and the poor thing has never gotten his cock wet. A shame.

You won't let that stay for long, though. He's sure. He wouldn't give it to anyone but you. And lord, God, angels in heaven— he wants you to take him.

But that isn't appropriate to say. So instead, Keigo lets the tension simmer. Luxuriates in it, lets himself sink into it like a hot bath.

Until next time. He thinks he'll let you touch him wherever you want, next time.

---

Where should he put his hands?

Your tongue is pressing against his, but it doesn't feel strange. Foreign, sure. Welcome, absolutely; but nothing about this is unnatural.

Still not used to this, Keigo closes his eyes and allows himself to moan. Judging by the way your lips quirked against his, he's sure he did something you liked. His heart sings at the thought and he huffs against your mouth.

He did good.

Subtle praise makes a man bold, and he decides to try his hand at making more sounds for you with the intention of infecting you back with that imposing heat you impart unto him— only this time, Keigo allows his tongue to curl around words.

Words like you're so beautiful, and I want you so badly, and mine, too.

Your soft hand palms at his cock over his hero uniform and Keigo nearly chokes on a sob, eyes rolling back like he just touched God.

Would it come across as desperate to reach down and undo his pants, himself? A stern voice sharply barks the word greedy in the back of his mind for liking this. Keigo whimpers and turns his head away as if it will help him escape the thought, but then—

"Greedy boy," you whisper, and Keigo's breath hitches with arousal.

"You like this," you ask. Reverent, not judging.

He does. He likes you.

Keigo must have nodded at some point, because your warm laughter and sympathetic mmhm, good boy make his shoulders fall lax and comfortable.

"Can you," Keigo dares to ask, eyes wide. "You don't have to, it's just—"

He hears his buttons undone.

---

This time, you're both wearing much less clothing and Keigo is the one on top. He wonders if you're feeling as exposed as he is; but he doesn't have to wonder if you also feel this right— Keigo can hear your thoughts through your body, now. A honed skill, an acquired dialect.

You did that thing you usually do to him, stole his breath through his cock and sucked his thoughts down your throat as if his body were some kind of holy ambrosia; but tonight, as you both discussed prior, Keigo wouldn't be finding release in your mouth.

When did the most erotic thing ever done to him become simply foreplay? He used to lose his mind at the way you fit him into your mouth, begging garbled pleas for forgiveness from something or someone unreachable for feeling this good. Now, it simply makes him hungrier.

"Like this," he mutters the question to you for guidance, congratulating himself on not choking the moment his fat tip presses against you, prodding at your entrance.

"Mm," you moan and the sound is like lightning down his cock, causing it to twitch. "A little lower. Then press forward and—"

A gasp. Possibly two. Fuck if Keigo can tell, stars swimming in clockwise circles around his head.

The heat of your hands grounds him, palms squished against his cheeks as he presses his forehead to yours, sinking inside.

"Breathe, darling," you smile.

"God, I'm— I, I'm trying," Keigo laughs, boyish, pretty, and golden. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"Right?"

You clench and shift your hips just for show and Keigo's jaw drops in a silent scream.

"You can do that? Don't do that," he whines, nosing into your neck. You feel his bare skin against you and his breath comes panting. You smile triumphantly.

"Sorry, sorry," you say. "I'm nervous, too. You just looked so cute. Your nose got all scrunched up and—"

As quickly as they bubbled up, the words are snatched in your throat like air lifted from your lungs. Keigo's firm hands pin your hips softly in place, grinding his body boldly against yours. Dragging himself deeply in your guts, knocking the breath out of you with pleasure.

As much as Keigo adores the sound of your voice, pillowy and seraphic, he needs to satiate this feeling in his chest somehow.

"It feels good for me, too." A kiss against his shoulder. "You take care of me so good. You're real gentle with me."

Like a lover, Keigo's mind completes for you.

Finally soft. Finally seen. Keigo blinks back the tears and kisses you again instead.

---

Keigo would be hesitant to admit the amount of research he did prior to undressing you, but in the end, it blanked from his mind entirely once you both started melding together. That being said, he does particularly recall most of the advice detailing how unrealistic and difficult it is to finish at the same time as your partner.

Huh. He supposes not everything you read online has to be true.

Your soft, sleepy breaths rouse Keigo from his daydreams, recounting in meticulous detail your eyes, your movement, your voice in the throes of it. One elbow props his body up, the thin sheets revealing more of his torso when he shifts over you.

Keigo tucks a stray hair of yours and watches your dreamy breaths, the rise and fall of your bare chest that was just against his own.

He should probably feel guilty for calling you his spouse already, but he doesn't. He supposes he never will.