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a/n: I said I wasn't gonna do anymore of toji, but the werewolf aspect kinda suits him, plus I could think of anyone else.

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the werewolf of shibuya | werewolf! t. fushiguro x hunter!reader | 呪術廻戦

contains: Honestly, it's shockingly tame. But for the sake of it, monster x human, love bites, possible risqué scenes.

The night is heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as you move silently through the dense forest. Your footsteps are quiet, well-practiced from years of tracking. The moon, a pale crescent, casts a faint silver glow over the landscape, enough to see but not enough to be seen. You’ve been hunting creatures like Toji Fushiguro for years, but none of them have been like him.

Toji is different.

He’s not like the other werewolves you’ve tracked down—mindless, driven only by hunger and instinct. No, Toji is something else entirely. He’s feral, yes, but there’s a sharp intelligence behind those green eyes, a cunning that keeps you on edge. Every encounter with him feels like he’s toying with you, testing your limits. And you’ve come close to ending it before, but something always stops you. Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase, or maybe it’s the way his gaze lingers on you just a little too long before he disappears into the shadows.

Tonight, though, feels different. You can feel him watching you, feel his presence in the cold breeze that rustles the leaves. You clutch your silver-tipped weapon tighter, heart pounding not just from fear, but from the strange, electric pull between you. It’s intoxicating, and dangerous.

A low growl echoes through the trees, reverberating in your chest. You know he’s close, closer than he’s ever been. Your pulse quickens, every nerve on edge as you scan the darkness.

“Come out, Toji,” you call softly, trying to keep your voice steady. “I know you’re there.”

Silence.

Then, a blur of motion. Before you can react, he’s on you, pinning you against the trunk of a tree with inhuman speed and strength. His eyes, glowing with a feral intensity, lock onto yours. His breath is warm against your skin, the sharp edge of his fangs just inches from your throat.

"You’ve been hunting me for so long," Toji murmurs, voice rough, almost taunting. “But I wonder… are you here to kill me, or something else?”

Your breath catches, the question hanging in the air like a dangerous promise. There’s no fear in his eyes, only hunger—though not the kind you’re used to seeing in a predator. It’s something deeper, something that sends a shiver down your spine.

You press the silver blade against his chest, but he doesn’t flinch. Instead, a dark smile curls at the corner of his lips, and for a moment, you hesitate. This close, you can feel the raw power coursing through him, the wildness barely contained beneath his skin.

“You think you can kill me?” he asks, voice low, almost a growl. “You’ve had your chances. So why haven’t you?”

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your lips. The truth is, you don’t know. There’s something about him that’s kept you from finishing the job, something you’ve refused to acknowledge until now. Maybe it’s the way his gaze never leaves you, or how he seems to understand you in ways no one else ever has.

Toji’s hand tightens around your wrist, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who has the upper hand. His face inches closer to yours, and for a moment, you can feel the pull of him, the raw, animalistic allure that both terrifies and entices you.

“I’m not like the others,” he whispers, voice dark and tempting. “You can’t kill me because you don’t want to.”

Your heart races, but you force yourself to stay calm, to push down the strange desire pooling in your chest. You’re the hunter, not the prey. You have to end this before you lose yourself completely.

With a sharp twist, you break free from his grip and slash the blade across his chest. The silver burns into his skin, but instead of retreating, Toji lets out a low, rumbling laugh. Blood stains his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, hunter,” he says, his voice thick with amusement.

“Maybe,” you reply, your voice colder than you feel. “But I always win.”

Toji’s smile fades, replaced by something darker, more primal. He steps closer, towering over you, the full force of his presence pressing down on you like a storm.

“We’ll see,” he murmurs, his eyes flashing with a promise that sends a chill down your spine.

And just like that, he’s gone, disappearing into the night, leaving you alone in the dark with nothing but the sound of your own heartbeat.

You stand there, breath uneven, heart racing. The forest is still again, but his presence lingers in the air—an invisible weight that clings to your skin, to your thoughts. You can still feel his warmth, the ghost of his touch against your wrist. He’s more than just a monster. You’ve known that for a while now.

Toji Fushiguro is the embodiment of everything dangerous and forbidden. A predator, yes, but also something more—a creature who blurs the line between beast and man, between what you should kill and what you’re afraid to let go of. Every time he escapes, it’s like he’s pulling you deeper into his world, testing your resolve, pushing you toward a breaking point. But tonight, you almost had him. Almost.

You exhale slowly, trying to steady your nerves. The blade feels heavy in your hand, stained with the blood of a werewolf who shouldn’t have been able to move so swiftly after a hit like that. It’s another reminder that he’s not like the others, that he plays by his own rules. You scan the tree line, your senses on high alert. The hunt is far from over, and if you’ve learned anything from your encounters with Toji, it’s that he never leaves without leaving something behind—a clue, a mark, a challenge.

The wind shifts, carrying the scent of something familiar. You lower your weapon, following the trail deeper into the woods. The air grows colder, the silence heavier, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. You know he’s close. He always is.

Ahead, the trees part to reveal a clearing bathed in moonlight. It’s a stark contrast to the darkness of the woods, an open space that feels almost too exposed. Your instincts tell you to stay hidden, but something else—something dangerous and reckless—urges you to step forward. And you do, drawn by an invisible pull that you can’t ignore.

Toji stands in the center of the clearing, his broad frame bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. His shirt is torn where your blade cut him, blood staining the fabric, but he looks unfazed, almost amused. His green eyes catch the light, glowing with that same feral intensity that haunts your thoughts.

You should strike now, finish what you started. But instead, you find yourself frozen, watching him with an intensity that matches his own. There's something magnetic about him, something that makes it hard to remember why you came here in the first place.

“I expected more from you,” Toji says, his voice carrying easily in the stillness of the night. His eyes flicker with amusement, but there’s something darker beneath the surface, something primal. “You’ve been chasing me for so long… but now, when you have me, you hesitate.”

His words hit you like a physical blow, stirring something deep inside you. He’s right. You should have ended this by now, but the pull between you is undeniable. It’s as if the hunt has become more than just a mission. It’s become a game, and both of you know it.

“I didn’t hesitate,” you say, forcing your voice to remain steady, even as your heart pounds in your chest. “I’m just waiting for the right moment.”

Toji’s lips curl into a dangerous smile. “Is that what you tell yourself?” He steps closer, the distance between you shrinking. “You could’ve killed me a dozen times by now, but you didn’t. Why is that, hunter?”

You swallow hard, gripping your weapon tighter. His presence is overwhelming, the air between you crackling with tension. It’s intoxicating, the way he moves, the way he looks at you like he sees right through you—sees the part of you that’s drawn to him, no matter how much you try to deny it.

“Maybe I just enjoy watching you bleed,” you snap, but the words feel hollow, a weak attempt to regain control of the situation.

Toji chuckles softly, the sound dark and rich, like a predator toying with its prey. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but we both know the truth.”

In an instant, he’s in front of you, faster than you can react. His hand wraps around your wrist, the one holding the blade, and he pulls you close. Too close. His breath is hot against your skin, his voice a low growl in your ear.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. “That pull… that need.”

Your body betrays you, a shiver running down your spine as his words sink in. You should push him away, you should run, but the part of you that’s been chasing him all this time is screaming for something else.

“You’re lying,” you whisper, but the conviction in your voice wavers.

Toji’s grip tightens just enough to make you feel the raw strength beneath his skin, a reminder of what he is, of what he could do to you in an instant. But he doesn’t. Instead, he releases your wrist, stepping back, giving you space that feels almost suffocating in its absence.

“I’ve never lied to you,” he says, his eyes dark and unyielding. “You’re the one lying to yourself. But it won’t last. You’ll see.”

You raise the blade again, but your hand trembles, the weight of his words sinking deeper into your bones. Toji’s gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before he turns, disappearing into the shadows once again, leaving you alone in the clearing.

The night is quiet once more, but you feel his presence lingering in the air, in your thoughts, in the thudding beat of your heart. You lower your weapon, staring into the darkness where he vanished.

This isn’t just a hunt anymore. It never was.

The lines have blurred between predator and prey, between desire and danger, and you know that no matter how far you chase him, you’ll never be able to forget the way his eyes burn into yours, the way his touch lingers like a brand on your skin.

And maybe… maybe you don’t want to.

You stand in the clearing long after Toji has vanished, trying to still your racing heart. The cold night air bites at your skin, but you don’t feel it, not really. Your mind is consumed by the image of him, the feel of his breath so close to your ear, the weight of his words lingering in your thoughts. He’s gotten into your head, and worse, he knows it.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to move, to leave the clearing before his presence overwhelms you. But every step feels heavier than the last, like you’re walking away from something inevitable, something that’s already become a part of you. The forest is alive with the quiet hum of night creatures, but all you can hear is the echo of Toji’s voice.

You’ll see.

The words haunt you as you make your way back to your camp, the fire still flickering where you left it. You sit down heavily on a log, the weight of exhaustion settling in. Your body aches from the tension of the hunt, but it’s the tension inside you that’s worse.

What are you doing? You should be planning your next move, sharpening your weapon, preparing for the next encounter. But instead, all you can think about is how he looked at you, how close he was, how your pulse quickened despite the danger.

You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts away. Toji Fushiguro is a monster. He’s killed before, and he’ll kill again if you don’t stop him. But he’s also something more—something you can’t quite define. And it’s that mystery, that allure, that keeps pulling you back to him, no matter how much you try to resist.

The fire crackles softly, the warmth seeping into your bones, but it does little to ease the chill inside you. You stare into the flames, the flickering light casting shadows that dance in the corners of your vision. Your fingers trace the hilt of your blade absently, but your mind is elsewhere—lost in the memory of his touch, the way he looked at you like he was seeing something no one else ever had.

You shouldn’t want this. You shouldn’t want him. But the truth is, you do.

The realization hits you hard, like a punch to the gut. You’ve been hunting Toji for months, driven by a need to bring him down, to prove that you could. But somewhere along the way, the hunt became something else. Something darker. Something you’re not sure you can walk away from anymore.

You close your eyes, leaning back against the log, trying to sort through the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside you. But every time you think you’ve found clarity, his face appears in your mind—those sharp green eyes, that feral grin, the way his presence sets your nerves on fire.

Sleep doesn’t come easy that night. You lie by the dying fire, the distant howl of wolves echoing through the trees, a constant reminder that he’s still out there, watching, waiting. You don’t dream, but even in the half-conscious haze of exhaustion, you can feel him—just out of reach, yet closer than ever.

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The next morning dawns gray and cold, the sky heavy with the promise of rain. You pack up camp in silence, your movements automatic, but your mind is elsewhere, still replaying the events of the night before. You should be focused, should be strategizing your next move. But instead, you find yourself scanning the forest for any sign of him, hoping—and dreading—that he’ll appear again.

You follow the river upstream, the sound of rushing water filling the silence. The forest feels different today—quieter, like it’s holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Your grip tightens on your weapon, every muscle tense, but it’s not fear that grips you. It’s anticipation.

By midday, the sky has darkened, and the first drops of rain begin to fall. You pull your cloak tighter around you, the cold seeping into your bones. You’re not far from where you last saw him, and the pull to return to that clearing is strong. Too strong.

You tell yourself it’s because he’s close. You can feel it in your gut, the way the air shifts, the way your instincts scream at you to be ready. But deep down, you know the truth. You’re not just hunting him anymore. You’re searching for something more, something you don’t fully understand.

The rain intensifies, turning the forest floor into slick mud, but you keep moving. The hunt drives you, but so does the memory of his eyes, his touch. You push through the underbrush, the sound of the river fading behind you, until you reach the edge of the clearing.

He’s there, waiting for you.

Toji stands in the center of the open space, his back to you, the rain soaking his dark hair, his clothes clinging to his muscular frame. He doesn’t move, doesn’t acknowledge your presence, but you know he’s aware of you. He always is.

You step forward, your breath hitching in your chest as you draw closer. The rain beats down harder, a relentless drum against the earth, but you barely notice. All you can see is him.

“Toji,” you call out, your voice barely louder than the rain. He turns slowly, his eyes meeting yours with that same dark intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s no fear in his gaze, no hesitation. Only that dangerous, predatory calm.

“You came back,” he says softly, though there’s no surprise in his voice. It’s a statement, not a question.

“I didn’t come back for you,” you lie, though the words feel weak, hollow.

Toji smirks, the expression sending a thrill of both fear and excitement through you. “You can tell yourself that, but we both know the truth.”

He steps forward, his movements fluid and graceful despite the rain, and you instinctively raise your weapon. But the blade feels heavy in your hand, like a weight you’re no longer sure you can bear.

“You want this as much as I do,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “You can deny it all you want, but it won’t change anything.”

You should strike, you should end this now. But as he steps closer, the distance between you closing, you feel the tension crackle in the air between you, and for the first time, you’re not sure if you want to kill him.

“I’m not like the others,” Toji says, his voice a rough whisper, his eyes never leaving yours. “And neither are you.”

Your breath catches in your throat as he reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The touch is brief, but it ignites something inside you—something dark, something primal, something you’ve been trying to deny for too long.

The rain pours down around you, the world fading into the background as you stand there, caught in the gravity of him, of this moment. You know you should end it. You know what he is. But you also know, deep down, that he’s right.

You’re not just the hunter anymore.

And maybe you never were.

The rain falls heavier now, soaking you both to the bone, but it’s as if the world around you has blurred, leaving only the two of you standing in the clearing—predator and prey. Yet the roles no longer feel so clear. The weapon in your hand feels foreign, as if it doesn’t belong to you, not in this moment. Toji’s fingers have left a trail of heat on your skin, a lingering reminder of the line you’re on the verge of crossing.

You take a shaky breath, your mind warring with your instincts, with every lesson drilled into you since you first became a hunter. Toji Fushiguro is a monster. He’s dangerous, untamable. But standing here, so close you can feel the warmth radiating from him despite the cold, you can’t ignore the pull—the raw, primal connection that sparks between you every time you meet.

“I should kill you,” you whisper, but the words sound weak, as if you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. Your grip tightens on the blade, but it doesn’t feel like a threat anymore. It feels like a barrier between you and something far more dangerous.

Toji chuckles softly, that dark, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’ve said that before.” He steps even closer, his towering presence all-consuming, his voice low and taunting. “But you haven’t. And you won’t.”

Your pulse quickens, the air thick with tension. His confidence rattles you, but it’s not just arrogance. It’s something deeper. He knows you, knows that despite everything, you’re drawn to him as much as he is to you. And you hate that he’s right.

“I’m not like you,” you say, your voice barely louder than the rain. But even as the words leave your lips, you feel the lie in them. You’ve always prided yourself on being the hunter, the one who stands between humanity and the monsters lurking in the shadows. But with Toji, it’s different. It’s always been different.

Toji’s eyes flash with something dark and unreadable. “Aren’t you?”

His words linger in the air, heavy and sharp. You should deny it, should push him away, but the truth is you’ve felt it for a long time now—the pull toward something darker, something wilder. It’s why you’ve been able to track him for so long, why you’ve come closer to catching him than anyone else ever has. Maybe it’s why you’ve never been able to end it.

“You’re fighting it,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. “But I can see it in your eyes. You want this. You want me.”

You flinch at his words, but not because they’re false. It’s because they’re true. You’ve been fighting it, trying to keep it buried, but standing here, with the rain pouring down around you and his piercing gaze locked on yours, there’s no hiding from it anymore.

“I’m nothing like you,” you say, the protest weak, even to your own ears. But Toji steps closer, his chest nearly brushing yours now, his presence overwhelming, intoxicating.

“You’re more like me than you want to admit,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “You’ve been chasing me, but you’re not just hunting a monster. You’re searching for something… aren’t you?”

His voice sinks into your skin, curling around you like a dark promise. Your mind screams at you to push him away, to draw the blade across his throat and finish this, but your body betrays you. You remain rooted to the spot, trapped in the pull of him, the raw, magnetic force that’s been drawing you to him from the very beginning.

Toji’s hand brushes against your cheek again, this time lingering longer, his touch rough but strangely gentle. You close your eyes, fighting against the surge of emotions rising inside you—the confusion, the desire, the fear. His fingers trace a path down your jaw, lingering at your neck, where your pulse thrums wildly beneath his touch.

“You can’t keep denying it,” he murmurs, his voice soft but commanding. “You feel it, too. The hunger.”

Your breath catches, your heart hammering in your chest. His words sink deep, unearthing something buried within you—something primal, something you’ve been too afraid to acknowledge. He’s right. You’ve always felt it. The thrill of the hunt, the raw exhilaration of chasing something dangerous. But with Toji, it’s more than that. It’s a hunger you can’t explain, a need that goes beyond the hunt.

You open your eyes, meeting his gaze. His expression is dark, predatory, but there’s something else there too—something that mirrors what you feel. A connection. A need. You can feel it in the air between you, in the way his fingers linger on your skin, in the way his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

“I should kill you,” you say again, but the words are hollow now, a last-ditch attempt to cling to the person you were before all of this started.

Toji’s lips curl into a dark smile. “But you won’t.”

And then, in a blur of motion, he pulls you closer, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s rough, hungry, and filled with all the tension that’s been simmering between you for so long. It’s raw, untamed, and you find yourself sinking into it, into him, unable to resist the pull any longer.

For a moment, you forget everything—the hunt, the danger, the fact that he’s the very creature you’re supposed to kill. All that matters is the way he feels against you, the way his hands grip your waist, the way his lips move against yours like he’s been waiting for this as long as you have.

The kiss is electric, a storm of passion and fury, and when he finally pulls back, you’re left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. His eyes, now glowing with that familiar feral light, lock onto yours, and you can see the hunger in them, the same hunger that’s been gnawing at you for so long.

“I told you,” Toji whispers, his voice rough and filled with dark satisfaction. “You’re more like me than you think.”

You step back, your mind spinning, your heart still racing. Everything inside you screams that this is wrong, that you’ve crossed a line you can’t come back from. But as you stare into his eyes, you realize something even more terrifying.

You don’t want to go back.

The line between hunter and prey has vanished, and in its place, something far more dangerous has taken root. Something dark, something wild. And as much as you want to deny it, you know you’re no longer hunting Toji Fushiguro.

You’re falling for him.

And the worst part is, you’re not sure you want to stop.

The rain has slowed to a gentle drizzle, the drops barely noticeable as they cling to your skin. You stand there, breathless and shaken, the echo of Toji’s kiss still burning on your lips. The world feels different now—more dangerous, more alive, and for the first time in your life, you’re not afraid of that darkness. You’ve stepped over the line, and there’s no going back. But you’re not sure you want to.

Toji watches you carefully, his green eyes glowing softly in the dim light of the forest. There’s something different about him now, too. The predatory edge is still there, but beneath it is something raw, something real, as if the distance between you has finally closed. He’s no longer just a beast, no longer just the prey you’ve been chasing. He’s something far more complex—and so are you.

“You don’t have to fight it anymore,” Toji says, his voice low, but it carries a weight that resonates deep inside you. “You can stop pretending.”

You swallow hard, your pulse still racing, but the fear that used to accompany it has melted away, replaced by something else—acceptance. He’s right. You’ve been pretending for too long, clinging to the idea that you were simply a hunter on a mission. But it’s never been just about the hunt, not with him. The connection between you is undeniable, and as much as you’ve fought it, you know now that it’s real.

“I’m not pretending,” you say softly, your voice steadier than you feel. “Not anymore.”

Toji’s eyes narrow slightly, as if testing the sincerity of your words, but then something in his gaze softens. He steps forward again, closing the distance between you until you can feel the warmth of his body against yours, the steady rhythm of his breath. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing lightly against your face, tracing the line of your jaw. It’s a gentle touch, so at odds with the roughness you’ve come to associate with him, and it makes your heart ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.

“You’re different,” he murmurs, his voice so quiet you almost miss it. “I’ve known it from the start.”

His words settle over you like a confession, like something he’s been holding onto just as long as you’ve been holding onto your denial. You look up at him, your eyes locking with his, and for the first time, you see him not just as the monster you were sent to kill, but as a man—wild, untamed, but real. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze, something raw and aching, and it takes your breath away.

“And you,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly, “are not what I thought you were.”

He smiles, a slow, almost bittersweet curve of his lips. “No,” he agrees, his hand still resting gently on your cheek. “I’m not.”

The silence between you is thick with everything left unsaid, but it’s no longer heavy. It’s comforting. You’ve spent so long chasing him, trying to force him into a box he never belonged in. And now, standing here in the quiet aftermath of the rain, you realize that you were never meant to be his executioner. You were always meant to find him, to understand him.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” you admit, the words slipping from your lips before you can stop them. It feels like a weight lifting from your chest, the tension that has been building for so long finally releasing. “I don’t want this to be about killing you.”

Toji tilts his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “Then what do you want?” His voice is soft, but there’s a challenge in it, a question that goes deeper than the words themselves.

What do you want? It’s a question you’ve been running from, hiding from behind the walls of duty and the identity of the hunter. But now, in this moment, you know the answer. You don’t want to fight. You don’t want to kill him. You want him—to understand him, to let him understand you. You want to step into that wild, dangerous space you’ve both been circling around and see where it leads.

“I want to be free,” you say, the truth spilling out. “I want to stop pretending. And I want—” You stop, the words catching in your throat. But then you look into his eyes, and it becomes so clear. “I want you.”

Toji’s gaze darkens, something raw and powerful flashing across his face. For a moment, you think he might pull away, retreat back into the shadows where he’s always belonged. But instead, he steps closer, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you against him in a way that feels both possessive and protective.

“You already have me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “I’ve been yours from the moment you started chasing me.”

The weight of his words hits you hard, but it doesn’t scare you. It’s the truth, and you feel it in your bones. The chase, the hunt—it was never just about capturing him. It was about finding each other, about coming to terms with the darkness inside both of you. And now, standing here in his arms, you realize that the darkness isn’t something to fear. It’s something to embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say, your voice steady now, filled with a certainty you’ve never felt before. “Not without you.”

Toji’s lips curve into a small, almost relieved smile. “Then stay,” he says simply, his eyes never leaving yours. “Stay with me.”

You nod, a slow, deliberate motion that feels like the final step in a journey you didn’t even know you were on. You lean into him, your lips finding his in a kiss that’s softer this time, but no less intense. It’s a promise, a surrender, and a beginning all at once.

The rain has stopped entirely now, leaving the forest quiet and still. But for the first time, the silence feels like peace, not tension. You pull back just enough to rest your forehead against his, your breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“I’ve spent so long chasing you,” you whisper, your fingers trailing down his chest. “I didn’t realize I was running toward you.”

Toji’s grip tightens on you, a quiet, steady strength that feels like home. “You’re not running anymore,” he says, his voice low and certain. “You’re exactly where you need to be.”

And in that moment, standing in the heart of the forest, with the moonlight breaking through the clouds and the weight of the hunt finally lifted from your shoulders, you know he’s right.

You’ve found what you were searching for—not a monster to kill, but a man who understands you, who sees the wildness in you just as much as you see it in him. The line between predator and prey has blurred beyond recognition, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re free.

Together, you turn toward the shadows of the forest, ready to face whatever comes next—not as enemies, not as hunter and hunted, but as something far more dangerous.

As equals.

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halosdiary · 4 months ago

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Back of the Skull

You're practically feeling yourself about to pop. Your arms were being held back as he pounds into you harder and deeper. You hear his grunts and groans as his balls slap onto you. You were being a brat again, he was minding his own business and you decided to be a fucking brat.

Now look at you, face down and ass tooted up as he continues to ram into you and it doesn't seem like he's gonna stop any time soon. He had his hand around the back of your neck, it wasn't enough to hurt, but enough to keep you in your place. You scream and sob as you beg for mercy.

"What's the matter?" He asks you. "You were talking so damn much 5 minutes ago, and now look at you.. a sobbing mess."

You continued to sob and cry out until you felt your body tense. Releasing yourself on his cock. He smirked and pulled out, resulting in a wet plop.

TOJI, SUKUNA, Gojo, Suguru, DABI, SHIGARAKI, Aizawa, Hawks, Hanma, Sanzu, RAN, Rindou, MANJIRO, Smiley, Benimaru, Obi, SYLUS, Caleb, KUROO Tsukishima, Kageyama

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halosdiary · 5 months ago

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コンビニバイトリーダー脹相

Convenience store part-time worker leader Choso.

He is very worried because the stock numbers are not correct. He is a hard worker and has been working ten days in a row.

#halo reblogs #jjk #choso #呪術廻戦 #LOOK AT BBY #HES SO CUTE 😍

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halosdiary · 5 months ago

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The fact HAIKYUU won.

WELP, Expect some fics coming up soon, I dunno when, but soon!

#halo posts #fanfics #anime #haikyuu #tokyo revengers being in second place also had me ROLLING #i know it's the bonten girlies and again HOLLERING

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halosdiary · 5 months ago

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#halo speaks #halo's writings #tell me what to do #i need more entertainment #Bleach #my hero acedamia #tokyo revengers #love and deepspace #haikyuu

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halosdiary · 5 months ago

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build a boyfriend | reanimated! t. fushiguro x mad scientist!reader | 呪術廻戦

a/n: I'm really out here with UNHOLY thoughts between 3am-5am GODDAMN—

wc: 2.9k

contains: reanimation, possessive behavior, predatory behavior (in a sexual way), a hint of necrophilia, and various positions.

It was late—well past midnight—when you found myself once again at the dimly lit table, the single bulb above me casting deep shadows across the room. Flickering flames from bunsen burners cast shadows on the walls, and the metallic clinks of your tools echo in the stillness. Your hands, gloved but trembling with a strange anticipation, hover over the form sprawled on the table before you.

The experiment, no—he, lay still on the cold metal slab, just as you'd left him. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his muscles twitching slightly as he stirred from his slumber. Every stitch, every seam that you’d so meticulously crafted across his body remained intact. Your experiment was perfect—no, beyond perfect.

His body was a tapestry of different parts: biceps from a warrior, the sinewy legs of a runner, the strong hands of a laborer. And his face, Toji Fushiguro, was that of a man whose very features had haunted me from the moment I’d stitched them into place. Sharp, fierce, and undeniably dangerous. But you’d chosen these parts for their strength, their lethal beauty. Together, they created something that both repelled and drew you in—something you couldn’t look away from.

And yet, somewhere within that stitched form, beneath the mismatched flesh and the patchwork of bones, something else had emerged—something far beyond mere science.

He blinked suddenly, his dark eyes cutting through the silence of the room. Those eyes, like bottomless pools, stared into mine. You hadn’t expected him to wake so soon, hadn’t expected him to be aware.

“Doctor,” he rasped, voice deep and gravelly, the sound rough, like a creature just learning to speak. “You’re here.”

You froze. His voice—it sent a chill down your spine. That was impossible. His mind, like his body, had been nothing more than fragments, shards of men whose lives were now long gone. You didn’t expect him to be conscious of his new existence. But there he was, staring at me—no, through me—with something far too human in those eyes.

“Yes,” You answered, your voice unsteady. “How… how do you feel?”

A smile curled on his lips. It wasn’t a kind smile. There was something predatory in it, something that made me both fear and long for his touch. He sat up, the metal beneath him groaning under the weight of his body. Muscles flexed and stretched beneath his pale skin as he moved. Every movement was fluid, graceful—deadly.

“I feel…” He paused, as though searching for the right words. “I feel alive.”

His words should have comforted me, should have filled you with pride. After all, wasn’t this the goal? To create life? But instead, a gnawing unease settled in my chest. He wasn’t supposed to be this aware. And yet, there was something mesmerizing about him, something that pulled me closer. You created him—crafted every piece of him with your hands, your blood, your obsession.

“Come closer,” he said softly, his voice like velvet now, smoothing out the rough edges. It was a command more than a request, and against your better judgment, you found myself moving toward him.

Your pulse quickened as you stood before him. He reached out, fingers brushing against the sleeve of my coat, and you suppressed a shiver. His touch was warm, alive, but there was an underlying strength in it—a power that could snap me in two if he chose. But he didn’t.

“You made me,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can feel it. I can feel you in me.”

You swallowed hard. “Yes… I did.”

He tilted his head slightly, a strange smile on his face, as though he were considering something. “Why?” he asked. “Why did you make me like this? What did you want?”

You couldn’t answer. The words were caught in your throat, tangled in a web of obsession and guilt. You hadn’t just wanted to create life—You wanted him. You had wanted to mold perfection, to craft something that would belong to you and only you. And yet, now that he was here, you realized you might have created something far more dangerous than you’d intended.

Toji’s fingers slid up my arm, pulling me closer until you stood between his legs. His gaze never wavered, and youvcould feel the heat of his body, smell the faint scent of death still clinging to his skin.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, seductive. “This… connection between us.”

You couldn’t deny it. There was something between us, something twisted and dark, born from the act of creation and destruction. You had given him life, and in doing so, you had bound myself to him in ways you couldn’t comprehend.

His hand slipped to the back of your neck, pulling me down so that our faces were mere inches apart. “You didn’t just make me for science,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “You made me because you wanted me. And now, you’re mine.”

You gasped as his lips brushed against yours, a kiss that was more of a claim than an affection. It was rough, possessive, and you felt your resolve crumbling beneath his touch. You had been the creator, the scientist, the one in control. But now, with his hands on me, you realized you were losing that control. Or perhaps you were giving it up willingly.

As you pulled away, breathless, his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “You can’t undo this,” he said softly, his voice almost tender. “You and I… we’re bound now. You made me in your image, and now, you belong to me.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Somewhere deep inside, you knew he was right. You had created him, but in doing so, you had given him more than life. You had given him the power to unravel me, to consume me whole. And the worst part was… you didn’t want to stop him.

You had crafted your own undoing, and now, you could only watch as he began to reshape me, just as you had reshaped him.

The days blurred together after that night. Your once-precise routines, grounded in the discipline of scientific work, dissolved into something else—something feverish and unrecognizable. You were losing track of time, of myself, of what was once clear. It wasn’t just your experiment that consumed me; he consumed you.

Toji became more than a creation. He began moving with a confidence that you never anticipated, navigating the world you had carefully crafted around him as though it belonged to him all along. His steps no longer tentative, but purposeful, as though he was adapting to his new form—and, worse, to you.

You tried to keep my distance, to regain control, but your mind… it kept circling back to him, as though pulled by an invisible thread. The way his muscles rippled beneath his skin when he moved, the way those dark eyes seemed to track your every action. He was watching me, studying me in ways you couldn’t fully comprehend. You should’ve been terrified, and yet, every time our eyes met, a pulse of electricity shot through me.

Every part of him had been carefully selected, each piece chosen with precision for strength, durability, beauty. But you hadn’t accounted for his mind, the sheer presence that was now blossoming in him—growing, in ways that made him no longer just an amalgamation of parts, but a singular entity. A being that could think, feel, want.

And he wanted you.

“You’re spending more time here,” he observed one evening. His voice was smooth now, the rasp from his early resurrection gone. He had a habit of speaking when you was lost in thought, drawing me back to him as if you could ever fully turn away.

“I have work to do,” you replied, though your tone lacked conviction. Your hands were trembling slightly as you adjusted the equipment on the table, trying to focus on something—anything—other than him.

But Toji saw through the thin facade. He stood from his chair, his tall form casting a long shadow over you as he approached. His presence was like a gravitational pull, and though I had told myself to be cautious, you couldn’t help but turn to face him. He moved like a predator, slow and deliberate, until he was standing directly in front of me.

“You’re lying.” His hand reached out, tilting your chin up so that you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His touch was firm but not harsh. Your heart pounded in my chest as those dark eyes held mine with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“I… I’m not lying,” You stammered, though the words felt hollow. The truth was, you weren't here for the work anymore. You were here for him. The very thing you had created was beginning to unravel me, and no amount of reason could pull me back.

He smiled then, a small, knowing smile. “You think you can control what’s happening. But you can’t.”

“I can,” you insisted, your voice barely a whisper. “I created you. I made you.”

“Yes,” he agreed, his voice soft, as if humoring me. “You gave me life. But now… now I am alive, and I don’t belong to you anymore.”

You flinched, his words slicing through the remnants of my authority. There was something terrifying in the way he spoke, not because it was aggressive, but because it was true. You could feel it. The bond between us had shifted. No longer was he the experiment and you the creator. Now, it was something darker, something obsessive.

And you were falling deeper into it every day.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” he asked, his hand still gently holding my chin. “This connection. It’s not just because of what you did. It’s because we’re meant to be… bound together.”

You shuddered at his words, feeling the weight of them settle over me like a fog. It wasn’t just his strength, his perfection that had drawn me in—it was him. Something in his soul—or whatever it was that now resided in that stitched-together body—had claimed me long before you even realized it.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” You whispered, finally admitting the truth, though you weren't sure who you were admitting it to—him, or yourself.

Toji’s thumb brushed over your lower lip, the simple touch sending a jolt of something far too intimate through me. “You can fight it all you want,” he murmured, his voice like a caress. “But you need me now, just as much as I need you.”

His words settled in my mind, a dark truth that you could no longer deny. You needed him. Not in the way a scientist needs their success, but in a way that went far deeper. It wasn’t just about the work anymore. My obsession had taken root, twisting into something far more consuming, more dangerous. You wanted him. His presence, his attention, his very being.

“I should stop this,” you said, though even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were hollow.

Toji’s smile deepened, his hand slipping from my chin to rest on the nape of your neck, his fingers curling slightly into my hair. “You won’t,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear now, sending a shiver down my spine. “You can’t.”

Your breath hitched, and you closed your eyes against the weight of it all. I had created him, yes. But in doing so, you had damned myself. The line between creator and creation had blurred, and now, you didn’t know where one of us ended and the other began.

You were falling into him, into this obsession that had taken root in my mind and body. And despite the gnawing fear that came with it, You couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to stop.

He was right.

You couldn’t undo this.

You didn’t want to.

The line between creation and creator has been obliterated. What lies between you now is something darker, something primal.

You could end it. You could destroy him right here, right now. But as his lips ghost over yours, a spark ignites deep within you. It's a fire you've been trying to contain ever since you first began this madness.

"You're mine," you repeat, your voice stronger this time, filled with the very obsession that had driven you to create him. "And you will be."

For a moment, he says nothing. Then, slowly, that same dangerous smirk curls across his lips. "We’ll see about that."

And as he claims your mouth with a fierce, almost punishing kiss, you realize that in your attempt to create life, you may have lost your own.

Toji just picks up once more, ripping your clothes off til you're wearing but your goggles. His smirk was a default, as he can practically smell you. He comes closer to your folds as he places his tongue on you. It sent a shiver down your spine, his tongue felt cold, but he looked like he was VERY familiar with this.

You were trying to fight back, but it was unsuccessful as he pried your legs open and started licking once more. Moans escaped your mouth, you turned away. Toji thrived off of your lust and how much you were built up on frustration. You were panting and crying as you felt overstimulated.

"Fuck!" You cried out.

Toji feels your fluid dripping on his tongue, he drank you like you were a damn fountain. You were still lying down on your back, looking at the ceiling. You were at a daze, still you were staring at the man who was hungry for more of you.

"What's the matter?" Toji asked. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

You were to weak to close your legs, his firm hands still had a nasty hold on you. You felt him prode near your entrance. You winced a bit at the feel, this felt wrong, but shit you wanted him to just ravage you.

"What are you waiting for?" You said weakly.

Not liking the tone of your voice, Toji firmly grasps your thighs and trusted into you. You let out a yelp, you felt the discomfort from it, but soon it felt like pleasure as he was going in and out of you.

"See now was that so bad?" Toji smirked at you. "So dramatic, honestly."

He started off slowly, his groans were low and feral. It felt so good that he could feel this type of sensation again. You felt so warm and tight around him. He lifted up your legs to go in deeper. You felt like you were being dragged but you loved it anyway.

Growing tired of the first position, he flips you over and has you in your stomach. Your bear ass showing to him and all it's beauty. His smirk widened as he gave your ass a hard slap. You yelped out and he laughed at you. He started up again, you were practically a mess.

Strong rough thrusts shook the creaking bed while Toji relentlessly pounded into your wet entrance, holding your hips and roughly fucking you from behind. Despite the upbringing, he was obsessed with your body. Those weeks of waiting when he couldn't fuck you were driving him crazy. Yes, maybe he could just fuck another woman, but most likely, you would not have liked this plan very much. It wasn't that Toji cared, he just wanted to avoid problems.

"Fuck... I can't get enough.." he growled, roughly pounding into your entrance from behind, his calloused fingers digging into her thighs, leaving nail marks on your skin. His thick cock throbbed inside her, his quiet, contented growl filling the small space of their bedroom.

".. Squeeze harder, bitch.." He demanded, slapping your ass while he fucked you fast. His hand went to the back of your head and pressed your head against the desk. His other hand found your belly and squeezed.

"Huh.. I can't wait for you to burst, slut.. Then I can cum inside again.. I hate cumming outside, tsk-tsk.."

You were content on making sure you were fucking him back. Moans leaving your mouth and your tongue out in the open.

Your ass plopping up and down on his cock and making your ass hit his groin.

He grunted loudly as he felt your tight cunt clench around his throbbing cock with each powerful thrust. Your moans only spurred him on more, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he rutted into you like a beast in heat.

"That's it, take my cock like the good little slut you are," he snarled, slamming into you hard enough to make the stuff on your desk knock against the wall and floor.

His balls slapped lewdly against your clit with every deep stroke, sending jolts of pleasure through both of them.

As he continued to pound away at you, Toji's mind wandered to all the ways he planned to use you once he finished you off. He'd keep you tied to the bed and fuck you raw whenever he pleased, relishing in the way your stretched holes would feel around his massive cock after.

It felt like a century of pleasure, you were in cloud 9, you didn't want him to stop. That was until he had a bit of a climax himself. His muscles tensed up as he had a tight grip on your hips and unloaded his seed into you.

He pulled out of you and wanted to see what a beauty he created out of this session. He lets out a low chuckle, he noticed how can was leaking down your slit.

"Such a beautiful site. You really created something beautiful." He says to you and plants a kiss on your cheek.

TAGLIST: @ryomens-vixen @littlemochabunni @blkkizzat @buttercupblu143 @lowkeyremi @yung-notorious @arlerts-angel @honeeslust @nkogneatho @hoshidise

#halo reblogs #halo's writings #呪術廻戦 #toji fushiguro #MY FAVORITE FIC I MADE.#PLEASE.#kinktober 2024

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🌞 sun and moon 🌙 | k. takami x reader | mha

a/n: just a small cute fic, for my cute birdy boy.

wc: 1.6k

synopsis: Hawks is your sun, you are his moon.

"You always seem to be by my side every time, and no, that's not a bad thing."

Keigo Takami, better known as Hawks, the winged hero with a heart as quick as his wings, often found himself soaring through the skies, saving lives and maintaining the peace with a calm and confident demeanor. But lately, his thoughts had been elsewhere, focused not on villains or chaos, but on you.

You were calm, steady, and unbothered by the noise and fast pace of life around you—qualities that had caught Keigo’s attention almost immediately. He found peace in your presence, a tranquility that was rare in his high-flying life. You never fawned over his hero status like others did, treating him like a regular person, which made him fall even harder for you.

As time went on, the two of you became close. Conversations filled with comfortable silences, quiet moments where words weren’t needed. Keigo admired how you were always so composed, even when the world around you seemed to spin out of control. And in those moments, when he allowed himself to be vulnerable, he realized just how deep his feelings had become. But he also knew his life wasn’t built for easy relationships, and with the constant threat of danger lurking around every corner, he hesitated.

Keigo made a vow to himself to protect you, but from a distance. He didn’t want to pull you into his world of danger. Heroes had enemies, and he didn’t want you to become a target because of him.

One night, as Hawks finished another exhausting day of work, he was flying back, looking forward to seeing you. But something felt off. The quiet comfort you always gave him was missing, replaced by an unsettling emptiness. His phone buzzed.

A cryptic message.

"We have them."

His blood ran cold. His feathers twitched involuntarily, spreading out as his heart raced. He didn't need to ask who "them" referred to—he knew it was you.

In an instant, the easy-going persona that he usually wore slipped away, and a cold, focused intensity took over. Whoever took you had no idea what they had just unleashed.

Using every contact and resource at his disposal, Keigo tracked down the location where you were being held. It didn’t take long; villains always underestimated how sharp and quick he was. He flew like a bullet, his wings cutting through the wind as he raced against the clock.

The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city was dimly lit, a perfect hideout for criminals, but Keigo was prepared. His sharp eyes scanned the area, and he noticed the guards patrolling the perimeter. His feathers moved silently through the air, picking them off one by one, clearing his path with swift precision.

Inside the warehouse, you were sitting calmly despite the circumstances. The villains had tried to intimidate you, to make you afraid, but you remained composed. You knew Keigo would come for you. The moment the door to your room burst open, a blur of feathers and golden eyes appeared before you. Keigo stood there, his chest rising and falling with barely contained rage.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and urgent, but his eyes softened when they met yours.

“I’m fine,” you replied, your calm demeanor unshaken, though you felt a rush of relief at seeing him.

For a brief moment, Keigo’s tough hero façade cracked, and he knelt beside you, cupping your face in his hands, searching your eyes for any sign of fear. But there was none. You smiled at him, and despite the chaos around you, he felt his heart calm in your presence.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t want this for you.”

“I knew what I was getting into,” you replied softly. “You’re a hero, and I knew there’d be danger. But I trust you.”

Keigo let out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. “I’ve never been this scared,” he admitted.

“I’m here, Keigo,” you said, placing your hand on his. “You always get me back in one piece.”

In that moment, he realized something he had been avoiding for too long. He couldn’t keep you at arm’s length anymore. He loved you too much for that, and you were stronger than he had ever given you credit for. You weren’t someone who needed protecting from his world; you were someone who belonged in it, right beside him.

With one last look at you, Keigo stood, his wings unfurling once more. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, offering his hand.

As you placed your hand in his, he pulled you close, wrapping his wings protectively around you. Together, you soared into the night sky, the world below fading into the distance.

And for the first time, Keigo felt a sense of peace, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you’d face them together.

As you flew through the cool night air, Keigo held you close, the wind rustling through his wings. The city lights glittered below, but all he cared about was the steady beat of your heart next to his. For so long, he had tried to keep his distance, convinced that pulling you into his world would only bring you harm. But tonight had shattered that illusion.

You were calm, unshaken, even after being kidnapped. That unwavering steadiness that he admired so much had been your strength, not just his. He realized that, in his attempt to protect you from danger, he had underestimated the power of your presence in his life.

Keigo finally touched down on the rooftop of his private penthouse. He gently let you down, his wings slowly retracting as he looked at you, studying your face for any sign of distress.

"You're sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice still tinged with concern, even though you had reassured him multiple times.

"I'm fine, Keigo," you repeated, your calm, steady voice easing his worry again. "You worry too much."

He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess I'm not used to feeling so out of control," he admitted. "Being a hero… I'm always in charge, always quick to react. But with you…" He trailed off, his golden eyes meeting yours. "You make me feel things I can't always handle."

You smiled softly, stepping closer to him, placing a hand on his chest where his heart still raced beneath your fingertips. "Keigo, you don't have to protect me from everything. I know what comes with being close to you. I accepted that from the start."

He swallowed hard, his usual confident demeanor faltering as vulnerability settled over him. "I just don’t want to lose you," he said quietly, his hand covering yours on his chest. "Being a hero… it means sacrifices. And I’m scared of what might happen to you because of me."

"You won't lose me," you replied gently, squeezing his hand. "I’m here because I want to be. We’ll face whatever comes together."

Keigo's gaze softened, and for a moment, the weight of his responsibilities and the danger of his life seemed to lift. He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes tracing the lines of your calm expression.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you," he whispered, the sincerity in his voice so raw it caught even him by surprise.

Your hand moved to cup his cheek, your touch grounding him. "You won’t have to find out."

Keigo’s heart swelled at your words. Without another thought, he closed the space between you, his lips brushing softly against yours. It wasn’t the intense, hurried kiss of someone desperate, but rather the gentle touch of someone who had finally allowed themselves to fall. His wings, so often symbols of his strength and speed, folded around you like a protective barrier, shielding the two of you from the outside world.

In that moment, everything felt right. The chaos of his hero life, the uncertainty of the future—it all faded in the presence of this simple truth: he loved you. And you were more than capable of facing the dangers of his world with him.

When the kiss broke, Keigo rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet night air.

“I’ll stop trying to push you away,” he promised, his voice soft but firm. “But I need you to promise me something too.”

“What’s that?”

“That you’ll be careful. I can’t always be there to swoop in and save you.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. “I’ll be careful. But you should know by now that I’m not as fragile as you think.”

Keigo let out a breathy laugh, his wings twitching slightly in amusement. “Yeah, I’ve definitely learned that tonight.”

The two of you stood there for a while longer, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world beyond the rooftop seeming distant and unimportant. For the first time in a long time, Keigo felt at peace. He had spent so much time running from his feelings, afraid of what loving someone like you might mean. But now, with you in his arms, he realized that love didn’t make him weak—it made him stronger.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words coming naturally, as if they had been waiting on the tip of his tongue for ages.

Your eyes softened, and you smiled. “I love you too, Keigo.”

Hearing those words made his heart soar higher than any flight ever had. He pulled you closer, kissing you again, this time with the passion and urgency of someone who knew exactly what he wanted—and he wasn’t going to let go.

Whatever came next, whatever dangers lay ahead, Keigo knew that as long as you were by his side, he could face anything. Because loving you wasn’t a weakness; it was the greatest strength he had ever known.

TAGLIST: @ryomens-vixen @littlemochabunni @blkkizzat @buttercupblu143 @lowkeyremi @yung-notorious @arlerts-angel @cursekween @nkogneatho @hoshidise

#keigo takami #mha hawks #mha #bnha #mha takami keigo #hawks x reader #mha x reader

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halosdiary · 6 months ago

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#halo reblogs #呪術廻戦 #脹相 #jujutsu kaisen #choso #jjk #CHOSO THE MAN YOU ARE #THE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN #THE LOVE OF MY LIFE🩷🩷

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Kitten's Play | Grimmjow x Shinigami!Reader | BLEACH

a/n: in celebration of Grimmjow coming back into my life, I made this quick fic!

wc: 1.7k

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez thrived on challenges. There was a primal satisfaction in the hunt—the way his senses sharpened, his pulse quickened, and the taste of victory lingered like the finest blood wine. Most prey ran. They begged. They crumbled.

But you? You didn’t run. You didn’t beg.

The first time he encountered you, you stood your ground, radiating defiance. A flicker of intrigue sparked in his mind. Who were you to face him so boldly? A lesser being, yes—but one with a fire that didn’t waver even as his claws swiped dangerously close to your throat.

That day, he let you go. Not because he couldn’t strike the final blow, but because you had piqued something deep within him.

The challenge.

The next encounter was not an accident. He’d sought you out, though he told himself it was only because of unfinished business. You evaded him like a shadow slipping through his fingers, always one step ahead. He growled in frustration, a hunter unused to being thwarted, but there was a grudging respect mingled with the irritation.

He could end you any time, he reasoned. All it would take was one swift, decisive strike. Yet each time he got close, he hesitated. Not from mercy—Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez knew no such thing—but because the hunt had become intoxicating.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. You were all he thought about. The thrill of the chase consumed him, your presence haunting his every step. When he closed his eyes, it was you he saw—your fierce determination, your unyielding gaze. His obsession was no longer just about domination.

It was about you.

Grimmjow didn’t just want to catch you; he wanted to unravel you to know the source of your strength. He wanted to hear your voice, not pleading but spitting venomous challenges his way. He wanted to watch you fight against him, to feel the raw power of your resolve.

And when he finally had you cornered—when the chase led you to an isolated battlefield, the air thick with tension—he didn’t strike.

“Why don’t you run?” he growled, his claws twitching as he circled you like a predator savoring its kill.

You didn’t flinch. “Why don’t you finish it?”

That grin of his stretched wide, feral and wild. “Because I want more than just your blood.”

Your eyes narrowed, suspicion and understanding flickering in their depths. His words carried weight, a promise that this wasn’t about death anymore. This was about possession.

Grimmjow had become ensnared by his own game. You weren’t just prey. You were his fixation, his obsession, the fire in his otherwise cold, violent existence.

And he had no intention of letting you go.

The question was, would you let him catch you? Or would you continue the dance, pushing the boundaries of his obsession until he burned?

The battlefield was eerily silent, save for the wind whipping between you and Grimmjow. His eyes gleamed, a predator’s blue gaze locked solely on you. Every muscle in his body was tense, like a coiled spring ready to pounce. But he didn’t. Not yet. He was savoring this, drinking in the sight of you, defiant even in the face of his power.

Your chest rose and fell steadily, betraying none of the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You knew better than to show weakness to someone like him. It was a game to Grimmjow, one he seemed hellbent on stretching out for his own amusement.

“More than my blood, huh?” you bit out, your voice firm. “What’s the matter, Grimmjow? Getting bored of the hunt?”

His grin only widened, sharp teeth glinting like knives. “Bored? Hell no. You’re too much fun.” He stalked closer, each step deliberate, his reiatsu pressing down on you like a tangible weight. “You’ve got a fire in you, one that doesn’t burn out. Makes me wonder—what else can I pull out of you?”

Your grip on your weapon tightened, the fine line between fear and fury blurring. “Keep wondering. You’ll never find out.”

That laugh of his rumbled through the air, low and dangerous. He closed the distance in a flash, faster than you could track, and suddenly he was right there, his face inches from yours. His hand shot out, claws grazing your cheek but not cutting. Just a warning. Just a taste.

“You’ve got guts talking to me like that,” he murmured, voice dripping with a strange mix of menace and admiration. “But don’t mistake my patience for mercy. You’re still mine.”

Your heart thundered in your chest, but you forced yourself to hold his gaze. “I’m not yours. I’m not anyone’s.”

He tilted his head, his grin softening into something darker, more contemplative. “Not yet.”

Grimmjow leaned back slightly, but his presence didn’t diminish. If anything, the space between you only made his intensity more palpable. He was studying you now, like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

“You’re different,” he admitted, almost grudgingly. “Most people run. Or they fight stupidly, knowing they’re gonna lose. But you... you make it interesting. You make me want to see just how far you can go before you break.”

The weight of his words settled over you like a storm cloud. Yet you didn’t falter. “If that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ll be waiting a long time.”

For a moment, he just stared at you. The silence stretched, heavy with something unspoken. Then he laughed again, but this time it was softer, more genuine.

“I don’t think you get it,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “This isn’t just a game anymore. You’ve crawled under my skin, and now I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time I close my eyes, it’s you I see. Every time I fight, I wonder if you’d be able to match me. It’s driving me insane.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his obsession pressing against your composure. “That’s not my problem.”

His grin returned, sharp and unrelenting. “Oh, but it is. Because I’m not stopping. I don’t care how far you run, how hard you fight—I’ll keep chasing you. And when I catch you...”

He leaned in again, his breath ghosting over your skin as he murmured, “You’ll wish you had let me end it in the beginning.”

But there was something in his tone, something unspoken beneath the threat. It wasn’t just about breaking you anymore. It was about keeping you, holding onto the spark that had ignited something primal in him.

And for the first time, you felt the faintest chill of doubt. Could you outlast him? Could you escape someone who had already decided you were his?

The chase was far from over. But the question lingered in the air, heavy and unspoken.

How long could you keep running before the predator finally claimed his prey?

Grimmjow didn’t give you a chance to respond. One moment, you were holding your ground; the next, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a vice-like grip. You tried to twist free, but his strength was overwhelming, his claws brushing against your skin with just enough pressure to remind you how easy it would be for him to crush you.

“Struggle all you want,” he drawled, his grin twisting into something more feral. “You think that fire of yours is enough to keep me at bay? You’re only making me want you more.”

You glared up at him, refusing to show the flicker of fear crawling up your spine. “Let go,” you hissed, your voice sharp, commanding.

To your surprise, he did. His grip loosened, his hand falling away as he took a step back. But the intensity in his gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it burned brighter.

“Let go?” He tilted his head, mockingly thoughtful. “I could. But what’s the fun in that?”

Before you could respond, he surged forward again, faster than you could react. His hand shot out, this time wrapping around your throat—not tight enough to choke, but enough to immobilize you. Enough to remind you of just how easily he could overpower you.

“I could snap your neck right now,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. “But I won’t. You know why?”

You didn’t answer, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Because I want to see you fight,” he continued, his grin widening. “I want to see that fire in your eyes when you think you have a chance. I want to feel the moment it burns out when you finally realize you don’t.”

You grit your teeth, anger surging through you like a tidal wave. “You think you’ve already won, don’t you?”

He chuckled, the sound dark and mocking. “I know I’ve won. But I’ll play along if it keeps things interesting.”

You slammed your palm against his chest, channeling every ounce of strength you had into a burst of energy. He staggered back, just enough for you to break free.

“Keep playing your game, Grimmjow,” you spat, raising your weapon as your reiatsu flared. “But don’t think for a second I’m going to make it easy for you.”

His laughter filled the air, sharp and wild. “That’s what I’m counting on, sweetheart.”

The space between you crackled with tension, an electric storm of power and defiance. Grimmjow’s reiatsu pressed against you like a tidal wave, suffocating and relentless, but you didn’t back down. If he wanted a fight, you’d give him one.

He lunged at you, and you dodged, your blade flashing as it narrowly missed his side. He countered with a swipe of his claws, the force of the attack sending shockwaves through the ground. You barely avoided it, your movements fueled by adrenaline and sheer determination.

For every attack he threw, you had a counter. For every taunt, you responded with silence, letting your actions speak louder than words. The battle was fierce, chaotic, a whirlwind of power and motion.

And through it all, Grimmjow’s grin never faltered. If anything, it grew wider, more unhinged.

“You’re better than I thought,” he admitted, his voice laced with exhilaration. “But you’re still not enough.”

You didn’t respond, focusing instead on your next move. You wouldn’t let him win. Not this time.

But as the battle raged on, you couldn’t ignore the truth gnawing at the edges of your mind. Grimmjow wasn’t just stronger—he was relentless, unstoppable. And worse, he wasn’t trying to kill you.

He was toying with you. Testing you.

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized the most terrifying part of all: Grimmjow wasn't hunting you for sport anymore.

He was hunting you because he couldn't stop. Because he never wanted to. All you can see was the wide eye smirk and that crazed look in his eyes.

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