#not overly so but enough for it to be noticeable

[extinctlesspains]

A/n: Hello gorgeous people 😍 In honor of Cobra Kai coming to an end, I'm putting out a Kwon fic😮‍💨 Love you all and hope you enjoy ♡

𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 [𝐾. 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇ-sᴜɴɢ x ɢғ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sɴᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴋᴡᴏɴ’s ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇs ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴡᴏɴ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

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The hum of the hotel’s air conditioner filled the dimly lit room as you curled up under the plush white comforter, your head resting against Kwon’s chest. His steady heartbeat was a grounding presence, a silent reassurance that he was here, alive, and real.

Tonight had been a whirlwind—Kwon had managed to win the hotel room from Robby, and the second he told you, you knew there was no way you were letting him spend the night alone. Sneaking over had been easy enough. Tory covered for you, making sure no one noticed when you slipped out of your shared room. Now, wrapped in Kwon’s warmth, everything felt right.

His fingers lazily traced circles on your back, his other arm slung protectively around you. “Tired?” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

You hummed softly, nuzzling closer. “A little… but I just like being here with you.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Of course you do. I’d miss me too if I wasn’t me.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his chest. “Cocky.”

“Confident,” he corrected, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. He guided your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss, one that sent warmth spreading through your chest. Even though Kwon wasn’t one for overly sentimental words, the way he kissed you spoke volumes.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips, and though he didn’t say it back, you felt it in the way he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured.

You didn’t fight him on it. The exhaustion from the tournament, the stress, the adrenaline—it all finally caught up to you. Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, and sleep took over.

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It started as a whisper, a distant echo of your name. Then the scene unfolded before you like a cruel nightmare.

The tournament. Everyone going wild. Loose. Like a jungle.

Axel stood across from Kwon, the tension so thick it was suffocating. The crowd too much to see through, the arena lights casting harsh shadows. You wanted to call out, to warn him, but your voice didn’t work.

Then it happened.

Kwon lunged forward with a reckless intensity, his eyes burning with determination. Axel dodged, and suddenly, the world slowed. Kwon stumbled—his own weapon in his grip turning against him.

The blade cut deep.

His body jerked, and the look on his face—shock, confusion, then pain—seared itself into your mind. Blood pooled beneath him as he staggered back, collapsing. His dark eyes, usually so full of life, locked onto yours.

And then… nothing.

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You woke with a gasp, your body jolting upright as a choked sob ripped from your throat.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t—

“Hey, hey—baby.”

Kwon’s voice, groggy with sleep, cut through the suffocating panic. His hands found your shoulders, steadying you as you trembled violently. You could barely breathe. Your chest felt tight, like you were being crushed under an invisible weight.

Tears burned down your cheeks as you turned to him, shaking your head. “You—” Your voice cracked. “Y-you were—”

You couldn’t even say it.

Kwon immediately sat up, pulling you into his lap. “Breathe,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. His hands ran up and down your back, trying to calm your erratic shaking. “It was just a nightmare.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, desperate for something solid, something real. “I saw you die,” you gasped, panic clawing at your throat. “In the tournament. You—you were trying to get Axel, and—and—”

Kwon stiffened slightly, but his grip on you never faltered. His voice was gentler than you’d ever heard it. “Shh. I’m here. Look at me.”

You did, though your vision was blurred with tears. His dark eyes, filled with a rare softness, met yours. He took your hands, bringing them to his chest. “Feel that?” he whispered. “I’m alive. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your breathing hitched as you focused on the steady rhythm beneath your palms.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Real. Alive. Kwon.

“I c-can’t lose you,” you choked out.

“You won’t.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “I swear.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “You’re safe,” he whispered against your hair. “I’m safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You nodded weakly, following his lead as he inhaled deeply. Slowly, you tried to match him, the panic beginning to fade, though the lingering fear still clung to your skin.

Minutes passed before your breathing evened out, your body still trembling but no longer in the throes of a full panic attack. Kwon didn’t let go, didn’t even loosen his hold.

“You wanna talk about it?” he finally asked.

You shook your head. “Just… hold me?”

Kwon didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

He laid back down, pulling you with him so your head rested against his chest once more. This time, though, he didn’t let any space linger between you. One arm stayed securely around your waist, the other gently threading his fingers through your hair.

His lips brushed your forehead. “I don’t care what happens in that tournament,” he murmured, voice softer than usual. “I won’t let anything take me away from you.”

You clung to him, the last of your fear finally easing. His heartbeat remained steady beneath your cheek, grounding you.

And this time, when sleep found you again, Kwon’s warmth never wavered.

He was here. Alive. Yours.

[writingdevil]

hi!! :3 ouh for the writing request, if you dont mind, how about smitten and opportunist? i like them as a ship but you can do them platonically too if you prefer 👍👍

(I think they'd be such a good ship!The one who manipulates and lies meets the world's most unabashedly passionate and loving person in the world!I think Opportunist wouldn't be able to help but fall for Smitten's words of love, and that Smitten would find Opportunist's attempts to charm and suck up to him adorable!Anyways, enjoy!)

"How do I look?"

"Absolutely beautiful, if I do say so myself."

Opportunist smiled at the way Smitten's feathers puffed up under his praise.Smitten had been complaining about the state of his feathers, and Opportunist had so graciously offered to preen him, and Smitten had been nothing but grateful.

They were currently sitting on Smitten's bed, and Opportunist's eyes were taking in every inch of the room-not that it was very shocking or useful.

Smitten kept his room at a really weird halfway point between messy and clean.He had handwritten poems and emotional letters strewn all around his desk and windowsill, but the entire area around his bed was spotless, not a stray feather to be seen. It was as if Smitten was trying to look as put together and as perfect as he felt was needed, but his passions and intense bursts of love spilled out into his room. It looked like he was trying to impress someone, but that someone was also making Smitten express himself in the most chaotic way possible.

Opportunist didn't mind it, really.It was nice to be allowed to peer inside the private rooms of his flockmates-most of the others didn't trust him inside their bedrooms, but Opportunist thought they were being overly cautious.He wasn't going to back stab them or anything-just look at him and Smitten!He's been preening his wings for half an hour, and Smitten didn't have a hole in his back yet. He'd say that was all the evidence the others needed.

Smitten hummed lowly as Opportunist straightened a feather that was awkwardly poking out, and the sound made a low heat form in his chest.He wondered if Smitten would keep making sounds like that if he showed him how good at preening Opportunist was.

Opportunist wasn't sure why he even offered to preen Smitten, besides the fact that Smitten was incredibly kind and was never mean or distrusting to Opportunist once.It was just-nice to not have to work so hard to please others.Smitten was so easy to convince that Opportunist was genuinely sweet and innocent, so he never had to perform that much for him.In a weird way, this was the closest thing Opportunist could call a break for himself, to not use one of his many masks so much, even if he was still wearing one.

Smitten just made everything feel lighter-not as important, and Opportunist really liked that.

Opportunist smiled, leaning back to inspect his handiwork."All done!"he announced, and Smitten straightened up, glancing over his shoulder to try and look down at his wings."Really?Oh, thank you Oppy, you are a darling.You took such good care of my precious wings-what a sweetheart you are."

Those words went straight to Opportunist's head, covering his mind with a blanket of warmth he doesn't usually feel.He ducked his head and smiled softly, hoping Smitten didn't notice how his words were affecting him.It wasn't often that Opportunist got complimented, much less for something that he was doing honestly.

Smitten looked over his shoulder, and Opportunist was quick to replace his soft smile for a confident one."May I repay you for your kindness by preening your wings?"

Instinctively, Opportunist's wings tensed up and pressed up against his back.He tried to keep the panic and anxiety out of his voice as he chuckled and said,"Oh, you don't have to do that for me, Smitten."

But Smitten's voice was firm and determined as he responded with,"Yes, but you were kind enough to take some time out of your day to care for me.I'd like to return the favour."

Opportunist shook his head, going,"No need!It's what flockmates are for.Besides, my wings don't need to be preened."Opportunist spread out one wing for Smitten to see, showing the perfect condition they were in.

Opportunist would never let anybody preen his wings.It required too much trust and vulnerability on his part, to turn away from someone and show his back to them.Opportunist wasn't about to put himself in a position where all his feathers could be ripped out in a matter of moments.That's why he made sure to preen them every night by himself in the comfort and safety of his own room.

He felt Smitten slump in defeat as he looked at Opportunist's wings, and said,"They do look lovely right now.You clearly have a talent for taking care of things."

Despite how incorrect Smitten was, Opportunist still flushed at the compliment, quickly folding his wings behind his back so that Smitten didn't see how much his words affected him.

He knew that he needed to leave and compose himself, but Smitten unexpectedly sighed dramatically and leaned back against Opportunist's chest, putting all his weight against him and trapping him to the spot.

Opportunist froze, hands awkwardly hovering in the air, the feeling of Smitten pressed against him making his head spin.Had anyone ever casually leaned against him before?He knows Contrarian does it to anyone near him, but Opportunist wasn't sure if he's ever been a victim of it.

"U-Um-Smitten?Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine,"he replied calmly, lifting a hand in the air to gracefully wave Opportunist's concerns away, "I just wanted to rest with you.Is that alright?"

Was it?"I-I-I guess so."Opportunist was mentally kicking himself for stuttering like that.This was Smitten-there wasn't any way that this fanciful bird was a threat to him.He needed to calm down.

Smitten tilted his head back to meet his eyes, a soft smile on his face as he studied him for a few seconds, and Opportunist tried extremely hard to look as composed and as confident as he usually does.After a few seconds, Smitten hummed in that way he liked and said,"You are very handsome.Did you know that?"

Out went his composure.

"Excuse me?"he squeaked out, feeling his entire face heating up in a way that he knew he couldn't hide-and don't even get him started on his feathers!

He gulped, and laughed lightly, hoping to distract himself from the thumping of his heart.He looked away as he casually said,"What are you talking about?Smitten, you're the prettiest bird in this land. In fact, if you ask me, I think you're the real attraction of this flock by a long shot."He laughed again, hoping to get rid of these damn butterflies in his stomach.

Smitten just continued to silently gaze up at him for a few seconds, before Opportunist saw the moment that Smitten's eyes darkened.

He couldn't explain it-other than it looked like Smitten's face went from soft to sharp in an instant. The usual light twinkle in his eyes were replaced with a hungry and predatory glint that honestly scared Opportunist.

Smitten's voice was low and husky as he said,"You think I don't know the truth about you?"

"What?"Opportunist whispered, all confidence and bravado being ripped away at that voice, and all he could do was helplessly stare as Smitten straightened up to his full height, taller than Opportunist by a few inches.He still stared down at him over his shoulder as he said,"You think I can't feel your heart pounding against my back?"

Before Opportunist had even a chance to try and think about how to take control of this situation, Smitten suddenly twisted around and pushed Opportunist down on the bed, pinning his wrist above his head.

"Hey!Smitten,what's gotten into you?"he fearfully asked, the intensity of Smitten's gaze sending a shiver up his spine, and he couldn't bring himself to look away.

Smitten's smile was somehow still as charming as ever, as he leaned down closer to Opportunist to lowly say,"You can't hide your feelings from me.I know love when I see it, and I know exactly how people react to the things they love."

He leaned in closer, tilting his head slightly as he studied Opportunist, and said in a curious manner, "You, for example, simply love it when people give you attention.When we compliment you or touch you or even look at you for a certain amount of time, I can see the desire for more in your eyes. That's something you can never hide from me."

Opportunist had no idea who he was talking to anymore.This couldn't be Smitten, could it?No, Smitten was the one who loudly declared how he was feeling no matter how early it was.Smitten was the one who insisted on speaking and spending time with everyone almost every day.Smitten was soft and non-threatening, which was why he was always Opportunist's go to bird to speak to.

But was it actually because he liked it when Smitten touched him and complimented him?It was nice to be around Smitten, but he thought that it was because it was easy to be around him.

Smitten chuckled in amusement, moving to be inches away from Opportunist's lips."What a cute little devil you are,"he whispered, before crashing his lips against his.

Opportunist gasped at the intensity of Smitten as they kissed, his mind spinning with nothing but pleasure and a need to keep chasing it-and when Smitten invaded his mouth with his tongue, Opportunist moaned.

It was only made worse when Smitten kept sprinkling in sweet words in-between the kissing. Words such as-'So pretty', 'Gorgeous', and 'Good Oppy.'It erased any mask and performance from Opportunist's mind and left him falling apart, letting a sliver of truth come out-that Opportunist longed to feel like this, to feel wanted and adored for who he was.

They broke apart, panting while still pressing their bodies impossibly closer to each other.Smitten's eyes flicked off to the side for a split second, before he moved his hands up to intertwine them with Opportunist's, and his smile looked dashing and wicked at the same time as he said,"It looks like your wings need to be preened after all."

Opportunist gulped.

[andre-and-cal]

IK IT'S A A WEEK ISH AWAY BUT CALDRE VALENTINE'S HCS⁉️😘

YESSS I wanted to do Caldre Valentine’s Day headcanons so bad !! Hope you enjoy! :3

Caldre Valentine’s Day Headcanons

At first, Andre thought that the whole concept of Valentine’s Day was stupid. Something he never understood was why some couples only showed appreciation for someone they cared about on one unnecessarily flamboyant day rather than doing so every day. While he stands by an unintentionally tender message, he never really did anything for Valentine’s Day. And neither did Cal. However, during their sophomore year, the teen wanted to make something for Andre, wanted to express his appreciation toward him. Calvin ended up giving him a small photo collage— which he and his parents had designed— of the Army of Two, from their middle school years up until then. With Andre having nothing prepared for him, it left him feeling guilty. As a last-minute gift, Andre decided to lend Cal one of his old switchblades, which he’d painted on. He wanted Calvin to keep it permanently.

The first time Cal asked Andre to be his Valentine, Andre’s heart jumped out of his chest. He’d choked out a simple, “Sure,” and tried to act all nonchalant and casual about it. But his leg kept bouncing up and down— they were in Cal’s bedroom at the time, sitting together and watching Beavis and Butthead. Luckily, Cal didn’t even really notice his overly-conscious behavior.

Ever since, Cal will ask Andre if he wants to be his Valentine, with a witty grin spread across his face. For which, Andre will accept the invitation seriously, but then snicker— he attempts to act like it isn’t serious, as if being Cal’s Valentine is just such a silly thing. But clearly, it is not, with how Andre now indulges himself in some Valentine’s Day traditions.

Following, when Valentine’s Day came around during their junior year, Andre and Cal did start to be a little more receptive toward each other in terms of gift-giving. Andre buys Calvin items that he’s heard him talk about or mention before— like maybe a Misfits album on CD, or a cool poster from a TV show Cal likes. Often, Calvin creates cards and handmade trinkets for Andre, since Andre doesn’t usually ask for much aside from snacks and a bag of chocolate caramel candy bars. Andre is an absolute sucker for chocolate caramel, and Calvin knows this, so when he has no money, he’ll ask his parents to purchase a bag of them for the teen. In addition, when he does have some cash in his pocket, he’ll buy them for Andre. One year, Cal had his little sister make matching bead bracelets for him and Andre— although, the two teenagers don’t wear them in public. Instead, they keep them protectively stored in their bedrooms.

Calvin will stay up late working on little makeshift Valentine’s Day cards for Andre, often putting off dinner so he can work on the cards. He writes poems for him, too !! With Cal being a bit of a teenage poet, his poems aren’t perfect, but they’re lovely enough for Andre. Cal wants to impress Andre so badly, and even though his writing is generally more on the dark and moody side, with sappy topics not necessarily being Cal’s forte, he tries hard to make sure his poems for Andre are lovey-dovey. He wants the other boy to feel good while reading them.

But most of all, they go out together... as usual, really. But when they do, it feels a little different; the atmosphere feels less “needed” and more “wanted”. To elaborate, both boys feel relaxed when they go out together. It feels more like an actual date, less like a mission— which, their private outings do essentially serve as unspoken dates. Especially during “Valentine’s season” as Cal calls it. And by the end of the day, Cal ends up in Andre’s arms, whether at his own house or at Andre’s house.

[letupabit]

I know you'll talk

A/N: Based off of requests from @estelle-skully and @ryoko-loves-roses , I hope you guys enjoy! I had such a lot of fun writing this, thank you for your asks!

Summary: Gi-hun gets a call from his 'new friends' claiming they finally managed to catch the man they've been after for years- The one and only Recruiter. Interrogation is the logical way forward, and Gi-hun discovers the perfect method to get all the answers he needs.

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Gi-hun was abruptly awoken by the dull buzz of his phone. He forced his eyes open from yet another near-sleepless night of being hunched over a map of his city, trying to retrace his steps and fill gaps in his search for the very same gentleman who had recruited him into the games three years ago.  He had since befriended the loan sharks who drove him to the games in the first place, paying off his debt and promising them great wealth if they could track The Recruiter down. He gave strict instructions for them to keep him alive- Gi-hun needed answers, and The Recruiter would be no use to him dead.

‘Hello?’ He sluggishly brought his phone to his ear, barely having the strength to sit upright in his chair. His throat was so dry, his voice sounding cracked and hoarse.

‘Mr Seong! Hello!’ Gi-hun flinched at the overly perky tone coming from the other end, not expecting such a loud noise first thing in the morning. He moved the phone away from his ear as he straightened up with a groan, his entire body aching. He made a mental note to stop letting himself pass out from exhaustion at the uncomfortable wooden table.

‘We found him’

Gi-hun forgot about his body pain, his vision still blurry from sleep as he shot up onto his feet, the chair behind him falling to the floor in his haste. Immediately his skin prickled and he felt a sharp metallic taste in his mouth. 

‘…you found him…really? You’ve really found him?’

���That’s right, Mr Seong! In fact, he’s right here’ Mr Kim chuckled, and added sarcastically, ‘Would you like to speak to him?’ Gi-hun then heard what must’ve been The Salesman furiously shouting through some kind of gag. ‘Ah, too bad. He’s not feeling very chatty right now’

Gi-hun wasn’t in the mood for such joviality. 

‘If this is a joke, I’ll kill you’  He spoke slowly and quietly, as if he were scared that he was dreaming and any sudden movement would shatter the illusion. He stared straight ahead, unblinking and stony-faced.

‘Not a joke, Mr Seong. I’ll send you our location and you can come decide what you wanna do with him. See you later’ The last thing Gi-hun heard before the line went dead was something that sounded strangely akin to muffled laughter. He felt a flash of anger at the thought of The Salesman feeling relaxed enough in such a situation that he could be laughing. This anger turned to hatred as he was reminded of The Salesman’s smug face, escaping on the train years ago. Arrogant prick… 

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The location of which he’d been sent was nothing short of a shithole. It was a small apartment on the edge of the city, in what looked like a rather unsavoury neighbourhood. The jagged bricks of the foundation seemed as though they could crumble under the weight of themselves at any moment. Gi-hun hesitated slightly before pushing open the cracked wooden door, adrenaline flowing from the thought of finally coming face to face with the man he’d practically revolved the past three years of his life around. Was this really happening?

The first thing Gi-hun noticed was the undeniably worn interior of this mystery apartment. It looked as if it hadn’t had any TLC in years. This strangely gave him some peace of mind- at least if it had been abandoned, there wouldn’t be any unwelcome intrusions. 

The second thing he noticed, however, was a lot more…intriguing. The sound of laughter. Muffled laughter at that.

‘I can’t believe that cocky bastard’ Muttered Gi-hun under his breath as he walked through the peeling hallway. He followed the sound of the laughter, which he noticed was weirdly too happy, too…carefree. The same type of laughter you’d expect after hearing a good joke- not held hostage by strangers.

 Then again, The Salesman struck him as someone very obviously deeply disturbed, even if it did seem bizarre given the environment.

He pushed these thoughts out of his mind, coming to a stop at the fringe of what he imagined was once the living room of this neglected place. The laughter had stopped, which only spurred him on. Maybe The Salesman had finally realised the weight of the situation?

Entering the room, his heart beating rapidly in his chest and feeling lightheaded, Gi-hun was met with the sight of his two ex-debt hunters. Mr Kim and Woo-Seok were standing with their arms crossed and their back to him. At the sound of the creaking door, they turned around.

‘Ah, Mr Seong! So glad you’re finally here’ Remarked Mr Kim, clasping his hands together. Gi-hun couldn’t see past the two men, who were standing side by side. Neither seemed particularly irritated or stand-offish, despite allegedly catching the man who up until now was impossible to catch. Woo-Seok turned to meet Gi-hun’s eye, looking very pleased with himself. 

‘Where is he?’ Immediately the previous winner was on even more of an edge. He didn’t have time for formalities or friendly conversation. At the back of his mind he couldn’t shake the thought that this was a trap; but what else could they want? He paid back his debts and they were now in an alliance-

‘Ah, don’t look so worried, Mr Seong’ and with that, Mr Kim stepped to the side, and there he was.

The Salesman.

The man who, as far as Gi-hun was concerned, was just as guilty for the deaths of hundreds of people. Perhaps even moreso. The scumbag who preyed on people at their rock bottom, who took advantage and manipulated and sweet-talked his way into the heads of the vulnerable.

He glowered at the bound man, tied to a chair and gagged with some unidentifiable fabric. Finally. The bastard was out of commission, out of options, out of luck. At last. 

The two loan sharks parted to allow Gi-hun to step forwards towards his enemy, anticipation thick in the air as he strode purposefully towards him. Once he’d gotten closer, he couldn’t help but notice that The Salesman looked…worse for wear, to be polite. 

He had visible tear stains streaked down his cheeks, his eyes watery. He was breathing heavily through his nose as though he’d ran a marathon, which seemed odd to Gi-hun as he was sure The Salesman had been immobilised since the phone call from Mr Kim. The abandoned apartment took him at least forty minutes to drive to, so why was the younger man so out of breath? 

He stood a few paces away from The Recruiter, staring down at him with an unreadable expression. Not even he knew what he was feeling in this moment- anger? Hatred? Fear? Pity, maybe?

No. None of those. He felt a way he’d never felt before. All those sleepless nights, all those ‘what if’s?’, all those hours wasted in his own head with the never-ending back and forth of what he could’ve done differently. All these things leading up to this one moment. 

The Salesman stared back up at him, still taking staggered breaths as best he could through the gag. Gi-hun felt satisfaction in the fact that he could see obvious panic in the younger man’s eyes, blinking away tears as he tried to focus.

Before he could say anything, Mr Kim chimed in.

‘We kept him alive, as you can see- unharmed, too. We thought maybe you’d prefer to do that bit, heh’ He laughed dryly, cocking his head to the side as The Salesman shifted his narrowed eyes to his. However, Gi-hun was confused at this statement.

‘If he’s unharmed, why has he been crying?’ Earning another chuckle from Mr Kim, this time one of true amusement.

‘Well, we discovered something rather…out of character, as we were securing him in that chair there. We got bored waiting for you so had some, uh, harmless fun’ 

At Gi-hun’s confused expression, Woo-Seok approached The Salesman. Immediately his victim started shaking his head and shouting through his gag, indecipherable profanities filling the room. That didn’t stop him, obviously, as Woo-Seok’s hands clasped onto his sides, and Gi-hun expected anything other than what was coming next-

The Salesman doubled over in his chair, laughing hysterically, desperately trying to gasp in breaths through his gag.  He twisted side to side as best as he could, doing all he could to escape the tormenting hands.

‘It leaves no marks and no long-term effects, so we figured you wouldn’t mind’ Said Woo-Seok, continuing to tickle The Recruiter to further tears. ‘Besides, this numbskull is so ticklish he’s practically asking for it’. 

Gi-hun noticed that at that remark, the trapped man’s laughter became angrier sounding, and he could tell he was enraged at the fact that he couldn’t verbally defend himself. Usually he was so full of wise-cracks and wit, but was now reduced to nothing but frantic giggles. 

The previous winner couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was both confusing yet endearing, strange yet satisfying to see this usually so put-together man fall apart at something as childish as tickling. This man who haunted not only his waking hours, but on the rare occurrence he got enough sleep, his dreams, being brought to tears from ticklish laughter… well, it was surreal.

‘Okay, okay, let the man through. I’m sure he has something more effective up his sleeve’ Said Mr Kim, watching as his colleague rolled his eyes and walked away from the still-giggling Recruiter. 

‘Yeah, yeah. You can’t deny it’s a lot of fun though’ Retorted Woo-Seok, letting up on his ticklish assault and stepping back. ‘Go on then, Gi-hun. Make him talk’. 

Truthfully, it had all happened so fast that Gi-hun hadn’t actually formed any kind of plan. The entire drive over he’d been in such a state of shock that he couldn’t think straight, and so he didn’t actually know what to do. All he did know is that he needed answers, and he needed them today.

Without a word, he walked over to The Salesman until he was as close as Woo-Seok had just been. He bent down until he was at the teary man’s level, not breaking eye contact. He grabbed the gag and pulled it down roughly, allowing him to speak. Immediately a string of frantic babbling tumbled out The Recruiter’s mouth.

‘You’re all crazy! The fact you think you’re going to get away with this is laughable. Don’t you know who I have connections with?’ He was so desperate to find a way out. Gi-hun scoffed at this, knowing he finally had the upper hand. 

‘I don’t think you’re in any position to discuss what’s laughable. And as for who you have connections with- that’s exactly what I’m here to find out’ he revelled in the anxious look the recruiter gave him, knowing this feeling was completely foreign to him. When was the last time he had to bargain his way out of something? When was the last time he was on the opposite end of power?

‘Now, you’re going to tell me exactly what you know about the games. Let’s start with an easy one- Who’s in charge?’

The Salesman barked out a nasty laugh, spite filling his voice. 

‘Why would I share anything with trash like you?’ Behind them, Mr Kim and Woo-Seok exchanged excited glances. They didn’t want to interfere with the man who was paying them such an insane amount of won, but hell…this was intense.

‘Hah, you’re kidding, right? You surely can’t have forgotten you’re weak to something as stupid as this’ and with that, Gi-hun grabbed the recruiter’s sides and squeezed up and down rapidly. Both the loan sharks were shocked to witness this, expecting their ex-victim to use violence and harm to extract the answers he’d been so desperate for. 

But truly, inflicting pain wasn’t in Gi-hun’s nature. In fact, he was actually somewhat relieved to have had this silly weakness revealed to him; yes, The Salesman was a hardened, cocky man who deserved far worse, but his hysterical laughter told Gi-hun that this was possibly even worse for him than pain. The humiliation of it alone was killing him, and Gi-hun could tell.

‘FUCK! AHAHAHAHAHAahahaHAHAHA! GEHEHEHET YO-AHAAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHE-AHAHAHA!’ 

Gi-hun couldn’t help but smirk at how effective this method was. The fact that this man was literally crying from this? From tickling? Oh, it was too good. He withdrew his hands, watching with great interest as The Recruiter gasped for breath, residual giggles escaping him to his chagrin. As much as he tried, the smile on his face was stuck there, fuelling his utter frustration. 

‘Were you trying to say something? Speak up, we’re all listening’ Remarked Gi-hun, not even trying to hide his excitement. 

‘…Get off me, I said. Which you clearly have done. So I gue-EHAHAHAHAHA!’ The bound man couldn’t even finish his sentence before Gi-hun went for round two, forming his hands into fists and knuckling The Recruiter’s ribs. He kicked his legs as best he could, laughter going up an octave. 

‘Actually, I’m only interested in what you say if it’s answering my question’ Just as quick as the tickling started, it stopped. ‘I’ll ask again- Who’s in charge?’ 

The Salesman was furious, the very notion of him being subdued by tickling of all things absolutely infuriated him. 

‘I would rather die than give you anyth-IHIHIHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAahahaha-AHAHAHAHAHA!’ Again, his sentence was cut off by Gi-hun’s skilful fingers digging into his ribs. The act of not being able to use his usual witty remarks made him furious, the realisation of his helplessness further exacerbated when his assaulter hit a particularly bad spot, just below his armpits. It tickled like hell, and he couldn’t do anything but laugh.

‘Can you not understand simple instructions? Am I just speaking to myself here?’ Gi-hun focused on this specifically sensitive spot, relishing in the even higher pitched laughter it elicited. Despite how much of a sociopath he was, The Recruiter’s laughter was so endearing. Hearing him laugh so openly was almost…cute. Gi-hun ceased his attack, wanting to give his victim a chance to ‘redeem’ himself. 

The Recruiter took in shaky gasps of air, blinking tears out his eyes. 

‘I-I…I’m not telling you anything. Why would I share-eahaaAHAHAAHAAAHAHA-!‘ He threw his head back and laughed freely, Woo-Seok and his boss staring in disbelief. They both exchanged glances toward each other at the sight of the man they’d been tracking non-stop for years laughing his head off like a little child. 

‘STAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAH! FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!’ The Saleman’s laughter was intense, already weakened from the tickling he’d experienced from the two ex-loansharks before Gi-hun had arrived. Anything further was just salt on the wound. He had expected to get himself back together in time for when the previous winner had joined the scene and administered some kind of painful interrogation technique upon him- he hadn’t expected Gi-hun to contribute to the tickling.

Gi-hun stilled his fingers to give the wheezing man a chance to talk. In a way, he hoped that he wouldn’t give any information- this was the most fun he’d had in a while.

‘I’m not…telling the likes of you…anything…’ The Salesman gasped inbetween words- wow, this guy really didn’t admit defeat, huh?

That didn’t matter to Gi-hun. He had all the time in the world, now that he knew he had The Recruiter under his thumb, knowing he couldn’t be out there manipulating more people- he had no reason to rush. 

‘Whatever you say. I have all day’ and then, in a sarcastic tone, ‘maybe you should call in sick? Seeing as you won’t make today’s quota’ He chuckled at his own joke, however The Recruiter didn’t find anything about it funny at all. He felt such humiliation at the fact this one lowly, gambling-addicted man could collapse him like this. In fact, he started to wish he’d never recruited this man in the first place. If only he’d just skipped him altogether in that damned subway. He wouldn’t be here right now. 

The Salesman looked beyond Gi-hun, at the two other businessmen, with an almost pleading look in his eyes. It was almost as if he were begging them to intervene, or speak up, anything to stop this unusual torture. 

‘Don’t look at us. You got yourself into this mess’ Said Woo-Seok with an amused smile. Mr Kim stayed quiet, observing the scene in front of him.

‘If you think this is going to get me to talk, youUHUHAAHAHAHA-STAHAHAHAHAP-‘ The Salesman was once again interrupted by his own laughter. He tried everything to get the horrid sensation to stop- he twisted and turned, attempted to kick out, even tried to nudge Gi-hun’s hands away with his head as he doubled over, although this was obviously an attempt out of pure desperation and not anything that would realistically work. 

‘Awhh, so pathetic. You’re just such a ticklish thing, huh? You know how to make this stop, so just tell me what I wanna know, yeah?’.

The Recruiter felt his stomach ache with laughing so much, his chest burning. He couldn’t even form proper thoughts at this point, his entire being willing the sensation to stop- but he was as loyal as a dog, and would NOT let himself betray his employer. 

This moral was shattered as Mr Kim suggested, ‘Hey, why not try his knees? That really got him when we tried it out’.

And without a word, Gi-hun moved his hands away from The Recruiter’s upper-body and placed his hands on his knees. So far his ex-loan sharks had been right about everything else, and were clearly enjoying watching the hysterical man laugh until he cried- why should they give him false advice?

And false advice it wasn’t, when The Recruiter quite literally squealed and immediately dissolved into loud, flustered laughter, rocking so hard in his bonds that the chair he had been tied to almost fell over. 

Gi-hun used one hand to keep the chair steady, keeping The Salesman upright, as his right hand squeezed at the sweet spot just above his knee. He was truly amused at the reaction his victim had at a simple squeeze and he wasn’t about to stop. 

‘FUHUHUHUHCK! OKAHAAHHAHAY! OKAhahaha-AHAHAH-OKAHAHAHY!!’ 

‘You really hate this spot, huh? How about I stay right here? Or maybe, once you tell me what I need to know, I’ll just keep going?’

‘I’HLHLHL TAHAHAHALK!’ Came the reply, and Gi-hun knew he was serious. It was obvious the frantic man was at his limit. 

‘I have to be sure you will. Also, you owe me this through all the trouble you’ve caused me’ Gi-hun retorted, the hand holding The Recruiter’s chair moving to squeeze at his other knee. He couldn’t say he had much sympathy for The Salesman if he were to topple over. If anything, it would just make it easier for him to tickle him to pieces.

Luckily for The Recruiter, he managed to keep himself upright, although resisting the urge to throw his body weight about through the intolerable sensation was near impossible. 

‘I- I SAIAIAID- AAHAHHAHAHAahahahAHAHAH! I SAHAHAHAHID I’LL TAHAHAHALK!’

But Gi-hun hadn’t had anywhere near enough of exploiting this weakness.

The Recruiter tried his best to wriggle himself out of Gi-hun’s ticklish grasp, but of course this was impossible. He felt hot tears renew themselves down his cheeks, the ticklish feeling having overwhelmed him long ago. He couldn’t even hope to think about anything else.

‘PLEAHAHAHAahhahaAHAHSE! PLEASE! PLEAHAHAHSE!’ His begging was squeaky and high-pitched, his toes curling from the unbearable feeling. He’d already said he would talk- what else could this sadist want?

‘Beg all you want’ Chuckled Gi-hun. ‘I don’t think I’m done with you just yet’ 

All The Recruiter could do was laugh and attempt to beg, hoping the very man he’d screwed over would show some mercy. Yet, little did he know that the mercy he craved was not to come.

‘I know you’ll talk’ muttered Gi-hun, with a vengeful smile. ‘But I think you can talk so much more…’

[laswells-ashtray]

Are these body types accurate? How tall is she compared to Kate?

What shape of nose? Any of these?

Eye shape? Eye color? Eyebrow shape/thickness? How long is her hair? What’s her hair texture? Hair color? Body hair?

Birthmarks, acne, scars, stretch marks, tattoos, defining details? Feel free to go into obnoxious detail. Is she a nail polish and make up girlie? Does she wear earrings?

Skin color? Undertone? Are her cheeks ruddy? Is her skin tone even? How full are her lips?

First picture body type wise is dead on for the picture in my head, like scarily accurate, but I'd say she's a little wider at the shoulders. She's 1.5, two inches taller than Kate. I've always said just enough that it's barely noticeable, but she can torment the other woman about it.

Nose wise, G.

Eye shape is hooded, colour is dark brown like almost the same colour as Makarov's. Just real dark brown to the point they almost look black in low lighting until the sunlight hits and boom, prettiest eyes you've ever seen. Pretty straight, full eyebrows. She tweezes them but that's about it, never bothered her.

Her hair comes down just past her shoulders, thick hair that's pretty wavy, but it doesn't qualify as curly. Using the picture below as a reference, her hair colour is 4 but with greys starting to show because that detail is so important to me. She has a thing layer of hair on her arms, prefers to keep her legs shaved for personal preference.

No birthmark, acne across the back of her shoulders, and just under ner neck. She has an old eyebrow piercing scar, a few faint lines on her arms from when playing with the cats has gotten a little out of hand and a very small scar on her eyelid from when she cut it open as a kid.

Lot of stretchmarks, all over her upper thighs and behind her knees. Over her hips and arse, also over her stomach. Noticable stretchmarks across the side of her boobs. All generally purplish in colour.

She has Kate's initials on her inner left wrist, four paw prints scattered across her right arm and each of them are slightly different because they belong to a different cat. She has a revolver over her right hip. A ghost wearing a cowboy hat on her right calf. And a very small, poorly done dinosaur on her inner left ankle. It's a t-rex.

Very freckled shoulders, like to the point she looks ridiculously tanned there until you see her up close and realise she's littered with freckles over her shoulders but here's less and less the further down her arms you go. Two freckles that wrap around the inner curve of her left boob, no I won't explain why. Also, she's chesty. Like chronic back pain since she was a teenager levels of chesty.

Mascara and tinted lipblam, likes coloured eyeliner but on her waterline. Like 2000s emo style but with 80s colours. Doesn't do makeup unless she's going to an event.

Has earrings but in her left ear is a small golden moon, in her right is a small golden sun. She doesn't switch them up.

She's just a little more tanned than Kate. It looks like the start of a natural holiday tan, but that's just how her skin is. Warm undertones to her skin, green veins type if that means anything to you as it does to me. Even skin tone.

Isn't prone to overly really red cheeks, has a natural blush, and it gets a little darker if she's drinking, but she isn't generally very red in the face.

Salma Hayek's lips, that's the only way I can describe it.

[serenelystrange]

Check Yes or No

In which Eddie finds peace, enjoys a sugary sweet treat, and gets his man!

T, 1243 Words. Short and sweet and absolutely no hurt!

Eddie shrugs and turns to the side just long enough to lob the balled-up paper cup into the trashcan a few feet away, whooping with delight as it sinks in. “I’m not worried about it,” he says, giving Buck a red-stained grin. “I like knowing you can find me.”

Up at A03, or under the cut.

Chris has been home for nearly six months by the time Eddie finally feels like he can breathe again. His relationship with his son isn’t perfect, but it’s good. Work has been without any major disasters, a thought he avoids acknowledging too hard just in case Buck’s superstitions prove to be true one of these days. The sun is warm on his face as he jogs around the park, the temperature not yet at the oppressive heat that August will bring. Eddie spots a colorful food cart as he winds down his jog, and he’s heading toward it without conscious thought.

The overly sweet cherry flavor of the snow-cone is a shock to his system, but a pleasant one, cooling his parched throat as he settles down on a nearby bench. Disregarding the long plastic spoon shoved inside the cup, Eddie grips the flimsy paper cup in one hand and devours the shaved ice directly, scrolling through his TikTok feed mindlessly with the other hand.  By the time he gets to the end of the treat, he’s four parts into a five-part saga of some woman’s evil in-laws, and he curses as he refreshes her page and sees the final part isn’t uploaded yet.

“Hey.”

Eddie startles at the voice, looking up with a confused but pleased expression as Buck settles down onto the bench beside him. He’s wearing loose jogging shorts and a baggy blue t-shirt, along with his running shoes, but Eddie can’t help but notice he hasn’t broken even the hint of a sweat.

“How did you even find me?” Eddie laughs, smirking when Buck freezes, caught. Eddie clicks his screen dark and pockets his phone.

“Find My Friends,” Buck huffs after a moment. “You never disable it, man. You should really remember that more often.”

Eddie shrugs and turns to the side just long enough to lob the balled-up paper cup into the trashcan a few feet away, whooping with delight as it sinks in.

“I’m not worried about it,” he says, giving Buck a red-stained grin. “I like knowing you can find me.”

“Good to know, Count Dracula,” Buck laughs softly, eyeing Eddie’s cherry-smeared lips for just a moment too long.

“My mouth stained?” Eddie asks, noticing a remaining line of cherry sugar water dripping down his thumb.

Buck just nods, watching intently as Eddie brings his hand up to his mouth and licks the sweetness clean, licking his own lips unconsciously.

“Why’d you track me down?” Eddie asks innocently as he returns his hand to his lap. “You could have just called.”

“Was bored,” Buck says, shrugging. “Cleaned the loft, did all my laundry, I even folded and hung it all up after.”

“Impressive,” Eddie says, earnestly. “Folding it is the worst part.”

“Maybe I’ll get one of those folding robots,” Buck muses. “They can do it so much faster than me.”  

“Yeah, until it gets bored and decides to fold you to death instead,” Eddie snorts derisively.

“They’re only like this big,” Buck laughs, gesturing with his hands. “I think I can manage to fend off a microwave sized robot even if it was evil.”

“Hmm,” Eddie says, unconvinced.

“You’re ridiculous,” Buck says, fondly.

“And you’re stupidly gorgeous,” Eddie huffs, “we all have our crosses to bear.”

He realizes what he’s said a moment too late, as he watches Buck’s face flit through every known emotion in the human spectrum, and maybe a few exclusive to those shrimp who see all the colors.

“Any chance you want to pretend I didn’t say that out loud?” Eddie asks, blaming the sugar rush for the words, and for the blush that no doubt matches his reddened lips.

Buck is silent, which in itself is alarming, and Eddie gulps apprehensively as Buck’s eyes narrow and his head tilts in thought.

“So, you usually only call me gorgeous in your head?” Buck asks, righting his own head so he can stare right into Eddie’s wide eyes.

“No,” Eddie denies, far too quickly if the smirk on Buck’s face is any indication. “Shut up, you’re hideous, actually.”

“Oh my god,” Buck says, breaking into a wide grin. “You like me!”

“You’re my best friend, asshole,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. “Obviously I like you.”

“No, you like like me!” Buck says with a hum. “You wanna pass me a note in Math class and have me check yes or no!”

“I wouldn’t pass notes in class,” Eddie says, relaxing slightly as he realizes Buck isn’t running away. “I went to catholic school; they’d smack us with rulers if they caught us.”

“Jesus,” Buck breathes.

“Allegedly,” Eddie agrees, sardonic.

Buck laughs at the almost-joke; funny in that distant way childhood scars form, ragged and pink and forever just a little bit tender to the touch.

“We aren’t in middle school,” Buck says after a moment, gaze softening impossibly, “even if you do have kool-aid mouth.”

“Shut up,” Eddie laughs, rubbing the back of his hand against his stained mouth uselessly. “It was good.”

“You should’ve shared,” Buck pouts dramatically. “Rude.”

“I didn’t know you were coming!” Eddie defends, reaching up and cupping Buck’s face, rubbing his thumb across one flushed cheekbone. “I’ll buy you a snow-cone, whatever flavor you want.”

“Cherry looks good,” Buck says, eyes firmly on Eddie’s full lips.

“Hmm,” Eddie says, tilting Buck’s head up until he can see his eyes again. “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?”

Eddie smiles, a quietly pleased little thing, as his thumb stops moving.

“Do you like me? Check yes or no.”

“Duh,” Buck says, leaning into Eddie’s hand and fluttering his eyes closed for a moment.

“What was that?” Eddie teases, thinking back to Buck and clipboards and the most confusing erections of his life.

Buck snorts a laugh, not attractive in the least, but catches on, pressing a kiss against Eddie’s palm before looking at him again.

“Check.”

He grabs Eddie’s free hand in between his own and traces a checkmark onto his skin, laughing again even as Eddie moves the hand on his face to thread through his hair instead. Eddie kisses the laugh from his lips, catching the surprised gasp with his own.

Eddie tastes like ice and sugar, almost overwhelmingly so, but Buck chases the sweetness eagerly, melting back against the bench as Eddie twists and leans around him. He grips the back of the bench behind Buck’s shoulder as they kiss and kiss and kiss, holding tight with the hand not in Buck’s hair. Eddie damn near whimpers when Buck finally gently nudges them apart to take a breather.

“We cannot get arrested for public indecency,” Buck rasps, licking the transferred sweetness from his own lips. “Athena would never let us live it down.”

“It was just a kiss,” Eddie argues, pointedly not looking down at their matching tented shorts.

“That wasn’t just anything,” Buck says.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, the very picture of the cat with the cream.

“I parked in the garage a few blocks down,” Buck offers once they’ve calmed down and Eddie has reluctantly removed his hand from Buck’s hair.

“The dark and covered garage?” Eddie asks mischievously.

“Way in the back corner,” Buck nods, watching raptly as Eddie reaches down to his own lap and gives himself just one discreet squeeze.

“Good,” Eddie says, hopping up and offering Buck his hand. “Then what are you waiting for?”

And Buck? Buck can’t think of even one little thing. He grins widely and takes Eddie’s hand.

The End

[imsogonesposts]

Ocean Blue Eyes, Looking in Mine

|| ao3 || finnick masterlist || an: i wrote this cause i thought rep tv was gonna be announced 😕 || based on the song gorgeous by taylor swift || requests are open!! ||

summary: Finnick flirts with you at one of the Capitol parties. (wc: 942)

warnings: drinking, I think thats it!!

The only interesting thing about the Capitol parties you were forced to attend, was that every now and then, you got to see Finnick Odair. The two of you had spoken a few times in District 4, but never enough to be considered friends. But he had always seemed nice, and he clearly still was, even after all these years, even after the Hunger Games.

“You might get alcohol poisoning if you keep drinking tonight, honey,” he whispered, his voice smooth as silk. 

“Why do you talk like that?” You ask, playfully swatting his hand away as he tries to take your glass of wine away. You needed the wine to distract you from the party. From its blinding lights that were starting to hurt your eyes, and the overly eager citizens of the Capitol that were beginning to get on your nerves. You needed it to keep you from counting down the seconds until you could go home. 

“Talk like what?” He asked with one of those charming smiles he always seemed to have on. The smile you both loved and hated. 

“Like that,” you reply, smiling as he looked at you in confusion. 

You had never admitted it to anyone, but you had always had a bit of a crush on Finnick Odair. It started when you were both five years old, and he helped you up after you tripped over a few seashells on the beach. He had helped you up, brushed some of the sand off you, and helped you look for your parents after noticing your legs had started to bleed. And after he brought you back to them, he had stayed to make sure you were okay. You weren’t sure if he remembered that day, but you did, and you couldn’t help but have a crush on him afterward. A crush that still stood as you looked at his face. At his golden hair, at his dimples, and at those blue eyes that reminded you all too much of the ocean that surrounded your shared district. It wasn’t fair that he could still make you feel this way, all these years later, even if you two have only spoken a handful of times since then. You decided to blame it on the alcohol.

“Excuse me,” you suddenly state, “I see someone I should talk to,” you say with a smile. You didn’t know who you would go talk to, but that seemed like a problem for the future. Right now, you just needed to clear your head, and Finnick Odair certainly wasn’t helping with that. 

You noticed the flash of a small frown on Finnick’s face before he quickly replaced it with one of his charming smiles. “Of course,” he replied, taking your free hand and raising it to his lips. “It was lovely talking to you again,” he finished, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as he said your name. 

You knew Finnick Odair was a well-known flirt, which is why you tried to calm your heart as his lips touched the back of your heart. But the alcohol coursing through your veins certainly wasn’t helping with that.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You suddenly asked, immediately regretting the question as he smiled at you—a soft, sweet smile. 

“No,” he replied, “I do not.” 

The two of you stared at each other as you went over his response in your head. His ocean blue eyes looking into yours as you contemplated how to respond. You felt as if you could drown in those eyes as he creased his eyebrows, looking at you in confusion. 

“Why do you look confused?” He asked as you shrugged with a smile.

“I’m deciding if that’s a good or bad thing.” You replied.

“If I have a girlfriend?” He asked with a laugh. You simply nodded. “Why would it be a bad thing?”

Because you’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts. It doesn’t make sense how you of all people could be single. “Because if you’re single, there’s no hope for the rest of us,” you joke. 

“I’m sure there’d be hope for you,” he replies with a smile. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

You could feel yourself grow warm at his compliment. “Does that usually work on the other girls?” You joked. He just laughed. 

“I wouldn’t know,” he replied. “I don’t really go around calling other girls gorgeous,” he said with a wink. 

Oh. “What do you call them then?” You asked. 

“Pretty,” he replied, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re the only one I’ve ever called gorgeous.” His hand drops back to his side as he smiles. 

Oh. He only ever called you gorgeous? Oh

“Well,” he says, glancing around the room, “I shouldn’t keep you from the person you needed to talk to,” he said. 

You had forgotten that. You wanted to admit you had lied about needing to talk to someone in order to avoid his gaze. To avoid the butterflies in your stomach every time he looked at you, touched you, and flirted with you. You wanted to stay and continue talking with him. To continue letting him compliment you as you stared at the captivating eyes you wished to get lost in. But you had embarrassed yourself around him enough for one night. 

“Right, of course,” you replied with a nod, fighting a smile as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand once more. “I’ll see you around, Finnick,” you said as he smiled, lightly squeezing your hand before releasing it. 

“I hope so,” he responded before leaving to mingle with the citizens of the Capitol. 

[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!

[maiuowrites]

Hard Day

Sitting at your computer, typing away and studying some new programs; Felt a sudden pressure in the air that made you look toward the door.

Normally, the stomps of Sans would be accompanying that pressure in the air; It was a magical sense where you knew to stay out of the brothers way when in certain moods... However, this one?

It was oddly silent in the house...

If it was the shorter one, Sans would have came and basically torn your door hinges off by now; Ranting or complaining about something that pissed him off. This, however? This wasn't Sans pressure...

The eerily silence was making goosebumps on your skin, the hair on your arms standing up... Was there an intruder in your shared home?? Who would dare enter this place, knowing of how powerful the Skeleton brothers were?!

Just as you thought that; A knock on your door came before it opened, showing Mutt.

A wave of ease came rushing over you, only to notice his hood was down over his sockets more than normal. His stance seemed too tight, and that fanged smile that would always tease you, was no where to be seen.

"Russ?" You spoke softly, sliding from your seat and giving the brooding skeleton your attention. "Are you-... Alright?"

Mutt's lone eye socket peeked up at you; He was silent, just staring at you... At first, he seemed so pissed; Then it clicked that the pressure was coming from him.

Nerves began to swarm as you locked eye contact with him... Never once had you seen him so upset? He was always calm, flirty even... Felt a little fearful, knew if either of them wanted to; They could kill you...

"Hey... Welcome home?" You tried, opening your arms to him in a means to try and ease your own fears.

That made him slump, his lone eyelight finally easing as he slowly walked to you. His footsteps, which used to be so loud and heavy on the wooden floor; Was silent with the boots he wore.

Mutt shed off his coat as he finally got close to you, letting it drop to the floor with a thud. He was easy to pick you up, aiming for the bed as he fixed you in his arms. Mutt sat on the edge, holding you into his lap as he shoved his shoes off and rolled into the bed with you.

A soft giggle came from you; But silence... Felt that pressure ease down, but nothing too drastic.

Wrapped your arms around him, locking your fingers together and holding him close. Mutt tucked your head under his chin, finally a soft sigh coming from him as he began to curl into you; Felt his fangs bury into the top of your head.

Ironically, he could always engulf you; He was far larger, but it felt like he wanted to bury into you for once...

"Hey, Russ? Here-... Let me do something real quick?" Asked softly, patting his chest and trying to look up.

For a long moment, Mutt didn't want to loosen his grip... In fact, seemed like he held you just enough tighter, that pressure in the air got even heavier...

Until he gave a hard sigh, his arms easing, and gave you whatever chance you wanted to do.

Easily moved up; Saw Mutt's sockets overly tired, that pissed off emotion staying in place though it was obvious he was trying to soften it for you... His poor eyesockets were even more grey, and softly cupped his face-

"Russ... Hun, what has happened?" You spoke so warmly with worry, rubbing your thumbs under his eyesockets.

Mutt closed them, tightening his sockets as he gave that growl; That annoyed growl as he gently rubbed into your hands, though obviously wanting to hide his face... He wasn't up for talking.

Took a few more moments to study his face, only to ease him into your chest; Reciliation dawned on his face as he was quick to follow your lead. He buried into you, his arms coming and wrapping back around and could feel his claws digging into your sides, the clothing giving a soft squeak as he dug holes into them in his grip as your legs tangled up together.

Wrapped an arm around his neck, a hand gently rubbing his skull in what you hoped was soothing, giving him a soft kiss to the cranium.

Mutt began to relax; That pressure in the air slowly began to disperse, a growling sigh reverberated through your body that had you shiver; But hugged him even tighter.

Before you knew it; He was fast asleep into you. Mutt's soft snoring began to filter as that magic energy finally soothed down back to nothing.

He must've had a hard day...

[je-suis-problematique]

You know that meme that goes "say the weird thing"? So I'm gonna go ahead and say the weird thing:

Seeing Raphael having body hair made us feel so much better about the fact we're Not Smooth.

– Pharo

[imtheiliad]

if i look at more depressing shit im gonna throw myself off an emotional cliff but also if i stop it makes me a bad person. i hate it here.

[vainvex]

i wish the levels were better in the andy sirkis hobbit audiobook. the narration is so much quieter than the voice acting and it makes it harder to listen to as a bedtime book

[kirsctein]

it’s kinda funny to read a book and not agree at all to any of the criticism of someone whose reviews you usually rather trust

[kavehayati]

Do I have to start saying not that anyone would care in that super duper passive aggressive way to guilt people into caring or what

[hayatheauthor]

The Anatomy of Passing Out: When, Why, and How to Write It

Passing out, or syncope, is a loss of consciousness that can play a pivotal role in storytelling, adding drama, suspense, or emotional weight to a scene. Whether it’s due to injury, fear, or exhaustion, the act of fainting can instantly shift the stakes in your story.

But how do you write it convincingly? How do you ensure it’s not overly dramatic or medically inaccurate? In this guide, I’ll walk you through the causes, stages, and aftermath of passing out. By the end, you’ll be able to craft a vivid, realistic fainting scene that enhances your narrative without feeling clichéd or contrived.

2. Common Causes of Passing Out

Characters faint for a variety of reasons, and understanding the common causes can help you decide when and why your character might lose consciousness. Below are the major categories that can lead to fainting, each with their own narrative implications.

Physical Causes

Blood Loss: A sudden drop in blood volume from a wound can cause fainting as the body struggles to maintain circulation and oxygen delivery to the brain.

Dehydration: When the body doesn’t have enough fluids, blood pressure can plummet, leading to dizziness and fainting.

Low Blood Pressure (Hypotension): Characters with chronic low blood pressure may faint after standing up too quickly, due to insufficient blood reaching the brain.

Intense Pain: The body can shut down in response to severe pain, leading to fainting as a protective mechanism.

Heatstroke: Extreme heat can cause the body to overheat, resulting in dehydration and loss of consciousness.

Psychological Causes

Emotional Trauma or Shock: Intense fear, grief, or surprise can trigger a fainting episode, as the brain becomes overwhelmed.

Panic Attacks: The hyperventilation and increased heart rate associated with anxiety attacks can deprive the brain of oxygen, causing a character to faint.

Fear-Induced Fainting (Vasovagal Syncope): This occurs when a character is so afraid that their body’s fight-or-flight response leads to fainting.

Environmental Causes

Lack of Oxygen: Situations like suffocation, high altitudes, or enclosed spaces with poor ventilation can deprive the brain of oxygen and cause fainting.

Poisoning or Toxins: Certain chemicals or gasses (e.g., carbon monoxide) can interfere with the body’s ability to transport oxygen, leading to unconsciousness.

3. The Stages of Passing Out

To write a realistic fainting scene, it’s important to understand the stages of syncope. Fainting is usually a process, and characters will likely experience several key warning signs before they fully lose consciousness.

Pre-Syncope (The Warning Signs)

Before losing consciousness, a character will typically go through a pre-syncope phase. This period can last anywhere from a few seconds to a couple of minutes, and it’s full of physical indicators that something is wrong.

Light-Headedness and Dizziness: A feeling that the world is spinning, which can be exacerbated by movement.

Blurred or Tunnel Vision: The character may notice their vision narrowing or going dark at the edges.

Ringing in the Ears: Often accompanied by a feeling of pressure or muffled hearing.

Weakness in Limbs: The character may feel unsteady, like their legs can’t support them.

Sweating and Nausea: A sudden onset of cold sweats, clamminess, and nausea is common.

Rapid Heartbeat (Tachycardia): The heart races as it tries to maintain blood flow to the brain.

Syncope (The Loss of Consciousness)

When the character faints, the actual loss of consciousness happens quickly, often within seconds of the pre-syncope signs.

The Body Going Limp: The character will crumple to the ground, usually without the ability to break their fall.

Breathing: Breathing continues, but it may be shallow and rapid.

Pulse: While fainting, the heart rate can either slow down dramatically or remain rapid, depending on the cause.

Duration: Most fainting episodes last from a few seconds to a minute or two. Prolonged unconsciousness may indicate a more serious issue.

Post-Syncope (The Recovery)

After a character regains consciousness, they’ll typically feel groggy and disoriented. This phase can last several minutes.

Disorientation: The character may not immediately remember where they are or what happened.

Lingering Dizziness: Standing up too quickly after fainting can trigger another fainting spell.

Nausea and Headache: After waking up, the character might feel sick or develop a headache.

Weakness: Even after regaining consciousness, the body might feel weak or shaky for several hours.

4. The Physical Effects of Fainting

Fainting isn’t just about losing consciousness—there are physical consequences too. Depending on the circumstances, your character may suffer additional injuries from falling, especially if they hit something on the way down.

Impact on the Body

Falling Injuries: When someone faints, they usually drop straight to the ground, often hitting their head or body in the process. Characters may suffer cuts, bruises, or even broken bones.

Head Injuries: Falling and hitting their head on the floor or a nearby object can lead to concussions or more severe trauma.

Scrapes and Bruises: If your character faints on a rough surface or near furniture, they may sustain scrapes, bruises, or other minor injuries.

Physical Vulnerability

Uncontrolled Fall: The character’s body crumples or falls in a heap. Without the ability to brace themselves, they are at risk for further injuries.

Exposed While Unconscious: While fainted, the character is vulnerable to their surroundings. This could lead to danger in the form of attackers, environmental hazards, or secondary injuries from their immediate environment.

Signs to Look For While Unconscious

Shallow Breathing: The character's breathing will typically become shallow or irregular while they’re unconscious.

Pale or Flushed Skin: Depending on the cause of fainting, a character’s skin may become very pale or flushed.

Twitching or Muscle Spasms: In some cases, fainting can be accompanied by brief muscle spasms or jerking movements.

5. Writing Different Types of Fainting

There are different types of fainting, and each can serve a distinct narrative purpose. The way a character faints can help enhance the scene's tension or emotion.

Sudden Collapse

In this case, the character blacks out without any warning. This type of fainting is often caused by sudden physical trauma or exhaustion.

No Warning: The character simply drops, startling both themselves and those around them.

Used in High-Tension Scenes: For example, a character fighting in a battle may suddenly collapse from blood loss, raising the stakes instantly.

Slow and Gradual Fainting

This happens when a character feels themselves fading, usually due to emotional stress or exhaustion.

Internal Monologue: The character might have time to realize something is wrong and reflect on what’s happening before they lose consciousness.

Adds Suspense: The reader is aware that the character is fading but may not know when they’ll drop.

Dramatic Fainting

Some stories call for a more theatrical faint, especially in genres like historical fiction or period dramas.

Exaggerated Swooning: A character might faint from shock or fear, clutching their chest or forehead before collapsing.

Evokes a Specific Tone: This type of fainting works well for dramatic, soap-opera-like scenes where the fainting is part of the tension.

6. Aftermath: How Characters Feel After Waking Up

When your character wakes up from fainting, they’re not going to bounce back immediately. There are often lingering effects that last for minutes—or even hours.

Physical Recovery

Dizziness and Nausea: Characters might feel off-balance or sick to their stomach when they first come around.

Headaches: A headache is a common symptom post-fainting, especially if the character hits their head.

Body Aches: Muscle weakness or stiffness may persist, especially if the character fainted for a long period or in an awkward position.

Emotional and Mental Impact

Confusion: The character may not remember why they fainted or what happened leading up to the event.

Embarrassment: Depending on the situation, fainting can be humiliating, especially if it happened in front of others.

Fear: Characters who faint from emotional shock might be afraid of fainting again or of the situation that caused it.

7. Writing Tips: Making It Believable

Writing a fainting scene can be tricky. If not handled properly, it can come across as melodramatic or unrealistic. Here are some key tips to ensure your fainting scenes are both believable and impactful.

Understand the Cause

First and foremost, ensure that the cause of fainting makes sense in the context of your story. Characters shouldn’t pass out randomly—there should always be a logical reason for it.

Foreshadow the Fainting: If your character is losing blood, suffering from dehydration, or undergoing extreme emotional stress, give subtle clues that they might pass out. Show their discomfort building before they collapse.

Avoid Overuse: Fainting should be reserved for moments of high stakes or significant plot shifts. Using it too often diminishes its impact.

Balance Realism with Drama

While you want your fainting scene to be dramatic, don’t overdo it. Excessively long or theatrical collapses can feel unrealistic.

Keep It Short: Fainting typically happens fast. Avoid dragging the loss of consciousness out for too long, as it can slow down the pacing of your story.

Don’t Always Save the Character in Time: In some cases, let the character hit the ground. This adds realism, especially if they’re fainting due to an injury or traumatic event.

Consider the Aftermath

Make sure to give attention to what happens after the character faints. This part is often overlooked, but it’s important for maintaining realism and continuity.

Lingering Effects: Mention the character’s disorientation, dizziness, or confusion upon waking up. It’s rare for someone to bounce back immediately after fainting.

Reactions of Others: If other characters are present, how do they react? Are they alarmed? Do they rush to help, or are they unsure how to respond?

Avoid Overly Romanticized Fainting

In some genres, fainting is used as a dramatic or romantic plot device, but this can feel outdated and unrealistic. Try to focus on the genuine physical or emotional toll fainting takes on a character.

Stay Away from Clichés: Avoid having your character faint simply to be saved by a love interest. If there’s a romantic element, make sure it’s woven naturally into the plot rather than feeling forced.

8. Common Misconceptions About Fainting

Fainting is often misrepresented in fiction, with exaggerated symptoms or unrealistic recoveries. Here are some common myths about fainting, and the truth behind them.

Myth 1: Fainting Always Comes Without Warning

While some fainting episodes are sudden, most people experience warning signs (lightheadedness, blurred vision) before passing out. This gives the character a chance to notice something is wrong before losing consciousness.

Myth 2: Fainting Is Dramatic and Slow

In reality, fainting happens quickly—usually within a few seconds of the first warning signs. Characters won’t have time for long speeches or dramatic gestures before collapsing.

Myth 3: Characters Instantly Bounce Back

Many stories show characters waking up and being perfectly fine after fainting, but this is rarely the case. Fainting usually leaves people disoriented, weak, or even nauseous for several minutes afterward.

Myth 4: Fainting Is Harmless

In some cases, fainting can indicate a serious medical issue, like heart problems or severe dehydration. If your character is fainting frequently, it should be addressed in the story as a sign of something more severe.

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks? 

Are you an author looking for writing tips and tricks to better your manuscript? Or do you want to learn about how to get a literary agent, get published and properly market your book? Consider checking out the rest of Quillology with Haya Sameer; a blog dedicated to writing and publishing tips for authors! While you’re at it, don’t forget to head over to my TikTok and Instagram profiles @hayatheauthor to learn more about my WIP and writing journey! 

[nochepsicodelica]

NSFW

"Don't forget how badly you said you wanted this when it gets to be too much, 'kay, mama?"

A warning that you paid no mind to and instead giggled at, because Toji kissed your knuckles and your forehead when he finished binding your wrists together. You thought he wouldn't be too hard on you, and even if he was, you have a trick up your sleeve. You know that if you beg hard enough with shimmering eyes, he becomes a little more lenient. He eases up on you and gentleness starts to seep into his actions.

Well, that didn't work. Not this time. This time, he wanted to give you everything you asked for and more.

"Fuck..." Toji groans. "Look at that, ma." He displays his cum soaked, glistening fingers and shows you an update on the juices that have made their way down his wrist. "Come on, open your eyes and look," he says, patting your thigh.

Your bottom lip quivers and your eyes flutter open, your dim, weary gaze darting to the face of the man inflicting all these varying sensations your body is feeling.

"Not at my mug. Look at my hand and my forearm," Toji instructs, trying hard not to smirk at how utterly debauched you look. You look like you're going to cry, again. "Messy girl, you did that."

You mumble something quiet and unintelligible, and like a shark, Toji devours your pathetic attempt to speak. "Louder. I know you can be louder, or do you need some encouragement?" He asks, ghosting the knuckle of his index finger along your slit, resulting in your body full on jolting.

"Sorry!" You cry out, loud enough to have Toji laughing at your frantic repetition. "I said-- said i'm sorry," you stutter out, your voice unsteady.

You're ruined, yet somehow, this is a sight that has Toji's heart racing, like he's falling in love with you for the millionth time. It puts him through a conflict. It makes him want to be nice to you, it also makes him want to add on to your ruin, but more than anything, it sadistically makes him want to see you cry, again.

"Don't be sorry. This is what you wanted, right?" Toji groans, quietly, as he lies back down on his stomach, eyes focusing on your glistening cunt, again. "Wanted me to make you cry from the intensity of it all? Said you could handle being overstimulated, didn't you, ma?" His thumb drags up your slit, slow enough to have your inner thighs trembling as he makes his way up towards your overly sensitive clit. "Stay there," he commands, when you squirm the slightest bit away from him. He goes again, this time, dragging the pads of his index and middle fingers through your slicked folds.

"T-Toji," you whimper, your abdomen clenching and quivering with every one of his touches. "Toji, I--" you gasp, feeling the warmth of his tongue dragging through your folds and when you feel his fingers grazing your entrance, you can't help but whimper in anticipation for what's to come.

"Why are you shaking?" Toji asks, looking up at you, condescendingly. You can't scramble quickly enough to respond, before he's feeding his fingers into your drooling cunt. "Wanna cum?" He asks, taking in the sight of your returning tears with a menacing smirk. You don't know what to say, because on one hand, you get another orgasm, but on the other hand, you know you are going to be pushed past pleasure. "Yeahhh, you do. Look at that pretty face. Gonna make you cum so hard," he purrs, curling his fingers inside of you.

You don't know if you'll make it out of this one. You feel like you're being launched into heaven every time he makes you cum with his fingers and his mouth, but it's an immediate, full speed plummet to hell when he keeps going—keeps rubbing your clit while you spasm and practically choke on your breaths.

"Right there?" Toji asks, noticing a shift in the sounds of your moans. They're higher in pitch, quicker, and constantly interrupted by your sharp gasps. "Oh fuck," he growls. "That's it, huh?"

"I-I'm--" you whimper, "--fuck, fuck." Your chest heaves, your back slightly arching off the bed. "Toji," you call, frenzied by the overwhelming sensations. "I'm gonna die..." you blurt. "G-Gonna die," you cry out, tears spilling down the corners of your eyes and treading down your cheeks.

Toji watches, amusedly, as you struggle to figure out what to do while he keeps building you up. The mobility of your hands is limited due to your wrists being bound together, but your palms are dented by your nails to all hell. You barely have control of your legs, because even though they aren't restrained, Toji handles them however he needs to in order to give you what you asked for without you trying to stop him.

"You're fine. You can take it," he says, over the lewd, squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you. "Last one, and you're giving me ten seconds."

"N-No!"

"Yes," he insists. "It's the last one, gotta make it a-"

It's unexpected, the wet mess you make all over Toji's hand, your thighs, and the sheets. You feel like your whole body is buzzing and your toes are curled so tightly that your feet are starting to hurt from the strain.

The countdown starts the second you start squirming and pressing your hips into the mattress. Toji's arms are hooked around your thighs, holding them open and still so he can use his mouth on you for all ten of those seconds and make a mess out of your overstimulated cunt. His lips are latched around your clit, one of his fingers pumping in and out of you, while you shake and pathetically sob from the borderline painful amount of stimulation. The skin of your palms must be broken by now from how hard you've been digging into them.

"Toj--" you barely manage, before your chest is heaving and racking out another sob.

The ten seconds are up, and Toji immediately eases off of you, releasing your visibly trembling legs so that you can move as you please. He crawls up the bed and sits beside you, quickly undoing the binding of your wrists and tossing the strip away.

"I know... I know, doll," Toji coos, wiping at your tear streaked cheeks. He doesn't instantly scoop you up into his arms, because you not wanting to be touched is definitely a possibility. He just sits there, by your side, and attempts to verbally soothe you while you work to compose yourself. "Just breathe, mama. It's all done. You're gonna be okay."

Once your breathing is more calm and you're not so rattled, he works his way up to touching you, starting with your shaky hands and the crescent shapes that litter your palms. He carefully runs his thumbs over the little marks, monitoring your reaction to make sure he isn't hurting you. He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, moving along each of your fingers and ending where his focus is needed most—your palms.

"You good, ma?" Toji asks, lying down on his side, facing you. He's still not pulling you into his arms, but one of his legs is pressed against yours, just to have some sort of physical contact with you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you say, offering a soft smile. "It was just..." you hum, thinking.

"Intense?" Toji cuts in, to which you nod. "But I didn't hurt you too bad? You're alright?"

"Yes, baby," you assure. "I would've used my safe word if it was too much for me to handle. We touched on that before we started this, remember?" Your hand goes to cup his cheek, but he intercepts it by grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to his lips, again.

"Don't be scared to use that word, ma. Don't ever push your boundaries for me, alright? I don't give a fuck if i'm about to bust. If you're not feeling it, we're gonna stop, okay? The last thing I wanna do is to traumatize you."

"Jesus fuck, you're so sexy," you murmur, curling up into him. Your hand splays over his abdomen and rubs slowly, a simple gesture that makes his cock start throbbing and twitching in his sweats, the longer you do it. "Yes, Toji. I won't ever hesitate," you assure, your words promised, physically, through a kiss. The feeling of your lips against his, only further fuels his arousal. You can feel the way he impatiently kisses you back, like he's trying to inhale you. The way he grips your hip and pulls you so that your body is pressed against him, further communicates his need for more of you.

"I'll be so gentle with you, doll," he mumbles, into your neck, pressing kisses to it, afterwards. "Please? Let me treat you right, this time."

You giggle as he continues murmuring quiet little pleas into your neck, through kisses.

"I wanted you to do it, baby, but alright, treat me your way. The right way."