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tw for part one: gore : cannibalism : stalking : yandere : death : body horror
tw for part two: noncon : dub con : mind and emotional manipulation : kidnapping : stockholm syndrome : probably more.
tw for part two: noncon : dub con : mind and emotional manipulation : kidnapping : stockholm syndrome : probably more.
the second part will be on my more problematic account. iām so sorry kirishima. and seriously this is your warning to hop off, iām fucking serious.
the thin red liquid dripping down his chin sinking into white fabric, like stained ink against his cotton shirt. the metallic taste fillshis senses; every breath woven with the stinge of blood. the wash of euphoria flooding through his veins.
red. all around him was red.
the beautiful violent colour of wrath, war and rage that furnished him with ecstasy. it covered him, head to toe in a blanket of complete sin.
he loved it.
the grated feeling of bones against his knife; like nails on a chalkboardā but not quite, the soft, supple and wet feel of flesh against his tongue,+
the satisfaction when he sinks his teeth into the tenderness, the sound of horrified, agonising screams that rang through the room not too long ago.
but theyāre dead now, heās dead now.
the fucker shouldnāt have touched what was his. he couldnāt keep his hands to himself so katsuki took them off for him.
the room was silent. no sound could be heard except for the soft dripping of blood that was beginning to pool on the white tile floor; or the occasional sound of slurping.
he licks his bloody lips, the exquisite taste of raw tender flesh on his tongue. though usually he liked his victims thoroughly spiced and slow cooked. there was something absolutely delectable about the taste of fresh meat.
the best part is, he doesnāt have to worry about the clean up today. the bastard made the mistake of walking into right into his palms. the little mishap had costed the fucker his life.
the thought put a soft smile on his bloody face. the way he screamed and begged for his life was truly a symphony to bakugoās ears.
heād put up a good fight, heād admit. but that was the beauty of it all. for someone to fight so desperately for their life only to have their hopes crushed.
he looked over at his clock against the wall, four thirty exactly. he had about thirty minutes to spare before heād have to head off. perfect. his beloved would still be at work and have thirty minutes before heād have to go home.
it would take him 5 minutes to drive to his loveās work, heād. have 10 minutes to browse around and look at his pet from afar, then heād have fifteen minutes to talk to him before the redheads boss would tell him that there were other customers to serve. perfect.
he looked over at the dead corpse. thirty minutes had past since it last said anything; the body was now starting to get purple and the texture slightly waxy. but it was still warm.
he twirled the kitchen knife around his fingers, humming softly to the song on the radio that played in the background.
he got up from his chair; the furniture scraping slightly against the floor. he stretches out his tense muscles before picking up the sanguinare corpse. katsuki places it on top of the metal table, dropping it with loud thud.
he runs his blood splattered hands through his ash blonde hair, before clicking his tongue. heād have to section the carcass into small enough pieces to store away in his freezer. but before thatā¦
he runs his hands along the boyās neck where the skin was starting to darken under his fingertips. there were gaping wounds on his shoulders from where katsuki had taken his feed; the large chuck of flesh being taken out by his teeth.
gripping the blade in his hand plunges it deep into tender flesh. he relishes in the sounds and feelings of skin under his blade. katsuki lets out a soft and satisfied groan as he maneuvers the blades around before he submerges his hand into soft flesh.
he feels the rhythmic pulse against his fingertips and pulls the organ out slowly. the blood splatters everywhere as the guyās heart is ripped out of his chest.
he looks at the soft beating organ in his hands and licks his lips before he puts it to the side. a gift for his beloved of his conquest to prove that heās fair superior; that only he could love, protect and cherish him, only him.
at 5:10 katsuki finds himself staring at the love of his life from across the cereal aisle. heās humming softly to himself as he taps the cash register a wistful look in his bright red eyes.
he canāt help himself, he knows he shouldnāt but after looking around and realising no one was there he raises the camera to his eyes and takes a hesitant breath as he watches the flash go off. to capture ugh beauty in its rawest form.
it makes katsukiās heart leap out of his chest.
he watches from afar with acute fascination. every soft breath that leaves the redheads lungs is an absolute blessing for all.
he takes a step preparing his approach before he feels himself tense with anger. an extra makes his way to talk to love. it takes every fibre of his body and a prayer to god that he doesn't snap.
he watches as eijirou talks to the women with kind eyes and a earnest smile. red flashes through his vision and he has to bite down every ounce of anger. that threatens to rise. but he's calm, heās cool and calculating and he knows better than to cause a scene.
she takes up seven minutes of the redheads precious time and he wants to bite off her head, literally. but he remains calm as he approaches the counter standing behind the women.
he doesn't look up at eijirouā although he wishes he couldā no that would give away his game, hes smarter than that.
the lady moves over and the redhead says a quick goodbye, when he sees bakugou his face morphs from surprised to excited. it makes the blonde's head spin and heat skip eight beats.
āmy favourite customer!ā, he speaks to bakugou with a soft voice and eyes filled with excitement. it makes him feel smug
āyou say that to every customer, shitty hairā, he grumbles, biting back a smile.
the redhead pouts and wrinkles his nose. ādude! what have i told you about my hair! its great thank you very much!ā.
the redhead pouts and wrinkles his nose. ādude! what have i told you about my hair! its great thank you very much!ā.
it is. katsuki wants to thread his hands through the pretty red locks as he fucks his pouty lips. the thought alone makes his cock twitch in his pants.
he makes a soft ātchā before he. slowly places his items on the counter. he wants to spend as much time with eijirou as possible, but also no take it that fucking obvious.
āso, how are you today blasty?ā
āmāfine, work was a nightmare thoughā, he grimaced at the thought.
āhuh? at the restaurant?ā
he grunted in affirmation, i āhad a rude as fuck guy come inā.
eijirou snorted. āwonder what thats likeāā.
āmāfine, work was a nightmare thoughā, he grimaced at the thought.
āhuh? at the restaurant?ā
he grunted in affirmation, i āhad a rude as fuck guy come inā.
eijirou snorted. āwonder what thats likeāā.
he gives katsuki a teasing look and the blonde scoffs.āfuck you iām god damn delight.ā
āsure, sure blastyā. he gives bakugou a wink before he starts to scan the items.
āsure, sure blastyā. he gives bakugou a wink before he starts to scan the items.
its easy to keep the redhead talking. heās like a little puppy filled with so much excitement; it quite endearing really.
the boy could talk about anything and everything; and although often times bakugou would find himself drowning out his words with silence and stare intently at his lips. but today he said something that pricked his ears.
the redhead was recalling his night three days ago and katuki couldnāt help but feel giddy itās excitement as he listened to the redhead talk.
āyeah so, the guy asked for my phone number in the morning and he never called backā, kirishima sighed.
āyeah so, the guy asked for my phone number in the morning and he never called backā, kirishima sighed.
he looked down at the floor, unable to contain his smile as he licked his lips, the metallic taste still hinted on them. the back of his mind still playing those pained screams on repeat.
āstrangeā, he mused his eyebrows furrowed into a feign concern as he looked up at the redhead.
āhonestly at this point iām kinda used to it, all guys are like thatā, he let out a heavy sigh and looked at the counter, a far away look in his eyes.
āhonestly at this point iām kinda used to it, all guys are like thatā, he let out a heavy sigh and looked at the counter, a far away look in his eyes.
ānot all guysā maybe you just havenāt found the right one.ā, katsuki mused making eye contact with the redhead. he watched as the eijirouās outh falls open slightly, a pink tint upon his cheeks before it's gone; replaced with a small cough.
āyeah...maybeā oh crap!ā, from the corner of his eyes he cn see the eijirouās boss and he has to bite back a growl. he schools his face into a more natural expression.
itās the same shit every time, heāll get yelled at, threatened to be banned from the store but it never happens.
heāll show up again flirt with the redhead in a poor attempt to get eijirou to notice him, but it never works. and the thing is he doesn't know why, but it just never works.
it infuriates and infatuates him all same. he wants to get closer. to breathe the same breath, to be the blood rushing through eijirouās veins, to be the first and last thought. he wants to consume him and be consumed by him.
but the redhead never lets him. despite all his complaints about wanting someone, he never lets bakugou close. and although that in itself should have deterred him from pursuing things, it just made things so much more interesting.
heāll get his little red, because if nothing else bakugouās patient; and he always gets what he wants one way or another.
tw: drug use : somnophilia
he watches eijirouās apartment through the small lense of his binoculars. he's been here for about two hours now just peaking through the window; waiting for the redhead to fall asleep.
he knows eijirouās schedule and if all goes as planned, he would be fast asleep by ten oāclock. so now all he has to do is wait.
he kicks up his feet onto the dash board and pushes his chair back. the camera thumps onto his chest as he eases himself into his seat; listening to the soft music of car radio.
he looks into his backseat where his gifts laid on top off the leather; unmoving. the square parcel wrapped in brown appear with kirishimas name writing in cursive gold. he glances back at the clock nonchalantly; about an hour left. he was starting to get antsy.
he pulls out a packet of black devil and a lighter; pulling the black cigarette out of the packet and watches as the flame dances in front of his eyes illuminating his feature as he brings it closer to the bud.
he places it between his lips taking in a puff of vanilla infused nicotine. his shoulders relax as he takes the bud between leather gloved fingers; exhaling out the grey smoke.
he watches with a gleam in his eyes as the smoke blows out of the slightly rolled down window. the pale moonlight was nearing its peak in the late hour of night. it was a starless cloudy night, one that would provide him with the cloak of darkness that he needed.
he's done this before; several times. its routine now, etched into his bones. he knows the place from the back of his palm and could probably do this with his eyes closed. but he knows better.
lack of care and the illusion of precaution was where all the best tend to fail. but not katsuki, never katsuki. not with his deepest trembling desire for aesthetic perfection.
he looks back at the clock; ten exactly. at this time the parking lot was empty and everyone was either asleep or out. perfect.
he grabs the package from the backseat ans slips out of his car stomping the remains of his fifth cigarette before pulling his mask up. he adjust his coat and walks towards the apartment.
eijirouās apartment is small, uncoordinated, colourful, but pleasant. itās got the comforting smells of scented candles, covered in house plants and a shit ton of pillows and blankets everywhere. if it were anyone else theyād probably trip over all the shit he has lying around.
he makes his way toward the bedroom where the redhead rests peacefully. pushing ajar the dark wood door. soft snores fill the room as well as the scent of lavender. eijirou had sleeping problems, one that came with a prescription of medication and a love for lavender.
he knows that his sleeping problems occurred just recently. according to his filesā the ones that bakugou stoleā the redhead had developed an intense paranoia for the dark. it only started to fester recently. coincidentally after bakugou started leaving packages.
it had gotten to the point where hed been getting no sleep at all for a solid. period of three days.
and maybe a part of him found it horrifying that he was the cause of eijirous distress. but that part was overshadowed by by his overwhelming euphoriaā he was ecstatic to know taht he was on eijirous mind; the last thing he thinks of when he goes to sleep.
well, perhaps not him specifically but it was still a win in his book.
he creeps through the room carefully, his shoes barely brushing the floorboards. he makes his way towards. the redhead, taking his leather gloves off with his teeth.
he kneels next to the bedside, so heās eye level with eijirous soft face, eyes shut and open mouth shiny with drool.
he coos at the sight reaching over to run his hands softly through his hair.
he coos at the sight reaching over to run his hands softly through his hair.
the redhead really was beautiful, the nightlight illuminating his feature; giving him an ethereal glow. he leans over to place a soft kiss on his forehead.
he smiles softly at the peaceful sight.
he smiles softly at the peaceful sight.
his fingers move from eijirouās hair to skimming along his toned body; brushing over the smooth and supple flesh. he knows every dip and curve from the back of his hands. but yet every single time it manages to excites him.
hes fingers drumming softly over the redheads back, tiptoeing doin his spine, dipping under the covers when he realisesā oh? his little minx is sleeping naked.
he groans softly at the knowledge.
did eijirou do this for him? did he know he was coming? has he caught up on their little game?
did eijirou do this for him? did he know he was coming? has he caught up on their little game?
he doesn't waste much time thinking about it. instead he places his gloves and camera carefully on the bedside table and pushes himself up.
as smoothly as he can he turns eijirou around, pushing him on his back. the redhead lets out a small groan but other than that he gives no other indication to waking up any time soon.
good, the medication was doing its job.
he peels back the covers away slowly and relishes on every inch of baby smooth skin. he can feel his dick twitching in hes briefs at the beautiful sight.
he peels back the covers away slowly and relishes on every inch of baby smooth skin. he can feel his dick twitching in hes briefs at the beautiful sight.
eijirou was basically made to be fucked. he was like a succubus, straight out of katsukiās wildest dream. he looks absolutely sinful.
he runs his hands slowly up and down soft thigh, groaning at the feeling under his palms. eijirou doesn't move, he remains perfectly still.
hes so fucking close to eijiorus cock, he could just slip his tongue out and lick itā
god he wants to he really fucking wants to, but he cant; not yet. he knows once he starts he wont stop. its an itch waiting to be scratch,a drug begging to be taken and he cant fuck this up, not after hes planned this much.
so he does the next best thing.
he shakes off his leather coat, letting it slip down his shoulders and fall on top of the bed, before he unbuckles his belt; taking off his pants and briefs groaning as at the relief of the slightly cool air brushing his half hard member.
he crawls over eijirou, knees bracketing his small body as katsuki looms over him. he smiles at the sight, his pretty little pet sleeping soundly, drool dripping down his chin.
he lifts his calloused hands, brushing the hair away from his loveās face, tucking it tentatively behind his ear. his thumb brushes eijirouās cheek softly. the redhead dorset stir. not even when katsuki takes two thick fingers and pushes them in his mouth, coating them in saliva.
he lets out muted moan; feeling the warmth and wetness between his fingers. the feeling of his fingers gliding across eijirouās tongue. he runs the pads of his fingers along his sharp canines.
he feels his cock twitch at the sensation. the juxtaposition of feelings that he experiences; the soft a of his flaccid and warm tongue along with abrasive and sharpness of his teeth.
he pulls his hand out, admiring the string of saliva attached to it. it drips between his fingers and he falls on his cock. he sighs at the splendid sensation.
he grips the hard on in his hand groaning softly as he brushes his thumb over the head, spreading the precum. it throbs in katsukiās hands as he slides it up and down his shaft.
he stares down at the sleeping beauty beneath him, biting his lips as he throws his head back a moan escaping his lips.
his hands slide down to the base and works his way up again, gripping his cock tightly. he thrusts into his calloused hand roughly, relishing in the feeling of warmth.
he looks down at eijirou, the innocent face still asleep. he can imagine what it would feel like, look like; to have the redhead underneath him moaning him name.
his soft features morphing into the look of pure ecstasy as bakugou would fuck into him. hed beg for more, beg for bakugou to fill him up with his cum.
heād tell katsuki that he loved him and only him. heād cry for katsuki, tears leaking in those pretty eyes of his when katuski fuck him fatser, harder, in a way that only he could.
the fantasy is so close he can almost taste it. but he cant have it, not yet. but soon.
he shifts his grip just slightly; trying to reach his orgasm faster. but its not enough. he wantsā fuck! he needsā eijirou!
he pants softly, letting go of his cock before hes reaching over and gripping eijirous hand in his own slicked ones.
thats when the redhead stirs, just slightly. shifting just slightly.
thats when the redhead stirs, just slightly. shifting just slightly.
he holds his breath for a second, his heart hammering in his throat before his panic dies down. he swallows the lump in his throat before moving eijirouās limp hand onto his throbbing cock.
he moans at the sensation, eye screwed shut as he bites his lips. its better so much better than his own hands.
he places his own hands on top of eijirous, wrapping it around securely.
he places his own hands on top of eijirous, wrapping it around securely.
āyeah thats it babyā, he sighs, slowly thrusting into the redhead grip.
āfuck thats good, pet. just like that thatā, he whispers softly into the dark.
āfuck thats good, pet. just like that thatā, he whispers softly into the dark.
his thrust become more rapid and desperate, with each passing second. he tightens eijirou grip with his hand, moving it along with his rhythm. the sliver of control he has is gone andā oh godā
godā heās gonnaā fuck! heās gonna, cumā.
he comes with a strangled cry, eijiroās name on him lips like a hymn as he paints the redheads abdomen with his cum.
he drops eijirouās hand to the side, panting as he tries to recollect his thoughts.
fuck.
fuck.
he looks down at the redhead and the sight alone has himm almost spilling again.
the sight that greets himiko one behold, one that shouldāve been hung in a museum of fine arts.
the sight that greets himiko one behold, one that shouldāve been hung in a museum of fine arts.
to say eijirou looked like a million bucks would be an understatement. he looked like sliver of heaven. eyes layer shut, saliva drying down his chin and stomach painted with katsukiās cum, he'd never looked better.
his body stills for a minute while he tries to catch his breath. he wants to leave eijirou like this, painted in his cum and sleeping soundly. but he canāt, it's too soon. it would fuck up hes plan and hes waited too fucking long, for it to go to shits now.
he has to be patient, bide his time. he still has to execute the other parts of his plan.
because see the redhead doesn't love him yet. he will though, soon. he's sure of it, he's the only one for him; he knows it with every fibre of his being.
because see the redhead doesn't love him yet. he will though, soon. he's sure of it, he's the only one for him; he knows it with every fibre of his being.
katsuki gets off the bed, shuffling away to the bathroom in the dimness of eijirouās lamp. he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. he can't keep doing this, its gonna bite him in the ass sooner or later. but he cant help it.
he wants to be close to eijirou constantly. he craves it with every fibre of his bones. it aches, yells and pleads him to somehow find his way back to him.
he needs him, to live, to breathe, to survive. he /needs/ eijirou. the thought unnerves him. shakes him to the core because katsuki has never once needed /anyone/. but there was just /something/ about the other boy that he aches for.
he might have held control over this elaborate scheme of his, but he will forever be a slave to his love for eijirou. he was but a stalwart worshipper amidst a transcendental deity.
katsuki comes back a minute later, his cock tucked back in his pants and a warm towel in his hand. he stares down at the pretty picture eijiro painted just for him. as much as he wanted to leave the redhead like this he couldnāt.
although it wouldnāt hurt to take pictureā¦ for keepsake.
he walks over to the bed dropping the small towel to the side. he picks up his camera raising it to his eye as he watches the flash go off, before he moves to a different angle wanting to capture everything. every strand of hair, heated breath, every face that eijirou makes.
he does so until the film runs out; smiling at the thought. it would fit so nicely in his collection.
he looks at the towel in his hand, entirely unsure what to do with it. he can leave the cum covered towel for eijirou, but he doesn't know if itās too risky? but then again if he takes it, eiās gonna know it's missing.
he decides to wash it and leave it hanging near the heater, where it would probably dry before morning.
katsuki picks his gloves up, carefully slipping them back onto his hands before grabbing his coat off of the floor. he looks back over his shoulder, where eijirou laid asleep.
he battles with himself, for a good minute, before he walks back to the bed, placing a delicate kiss on the eijirouās forehead.
walking back out, to the living room he sees at the parcel he left on the floor. the brown package stares at him, almost mockingly.
he knows its stupid and reckless, really he does. but he honestly can't find it in himself to care. itās a show off tactic, like a bird puffing out his chest, trying to impress a mate and prove that he's the best.
it's dangerous, fucking stupid and could probably get him arrested, but itās the only way. the only way for eijirou to know that heās the only one worthy enough of his love.
he picks up the parcel, and places it on the table. gloved fingers skimming the top of it. looking down he wonders, if it still beats.
he leaves as swiftly as he came, closing the door with a soft click he breathes out slowly.
soon, he would have his eijirou, soon.
soon, he would have his eijirou, soon.
