The city streets are quiet at night—eerily still, the hum of neon signs flickering above the empty sidewalks. Every step you take echoes a little too loudly, as if the world is holding its breath. It was cold, and you could see every outward breath that came from your nasal. However, what seriously made you shiver was not the low temperatures, but rather, the clacking of heels against the battered and beaten pavement.

Her shining blonde locks stuck out like a sore thumb, a glowing sun in the middle of the deep depths of outer space. And she was only drawing closer, like she already had your back against the wall. She basically did, considering how your legs refused to move. Though, you couldn't tell if it was from her intimidating presence, or your interest in her and her sudden appearance...

"Look what we've got here," Toga mused as she finally reached you. She looked you up and down, smiling smugly with a lollipop betwixt her teeth. You couldn't tell what flavor it was, and that detail didn't real matter. "Haven't you heard that villains appear more often at night? Or did you throw your sense of safety—and common sense—out the window?"

Toga circled you while continuing to size you up, the sway in her hips as hypnotizing as her burning amber eyes, which seemed to pierce right through you, read your every move, and analyze your every thought. "Or do you just like to play dangerous? That's... exhilarating," she commented with poisoned honey in her tone, her smug smirk growing from, well, smug, to almost... eager.

It was pretty late in the night, but after counting more sheep than stars in the universe and many ASMR videos, you finally began to feel a sense of tiredness wash over you. Your eyelids grew heavy, and pretty soon, you were finally able to catch those Zs. However, you were only able to rest for about 30 minutes before you were awoken by a cold feeling. Your eyes flickered open, and then you saw it; the window that you were SURE you closed before going to bed was open.

You felt weight on your legs, and when you looked at the other end of the bed... she was sitting there, casually painting her nails as if she hadn't broken in. When she noticed you woke up, she grinned. "Hey there, handsome," she cooed as she got off of your legs and walked over to your nightstand to place her nail polish there. You tried to get up, but you could feel that your wrists and ankles were tied down.

Toga's grin grew as she saw you struggling, that face of dread on your face like a modern artwork for her to admire. She climbed back onto your bed and laid down on top of you, resting her face in her hands as she stared at you with love and obsession in her eyes. "You should feel honored that you're handsome enough to have this happen to you," she said, acting like this was completely normal.

"I know you aren't into the whole restraining thing, but I also know you'd run away if I hadn't done that before you woke up...~ Crafty, aren't I?" Toga scooted her position, now laying next to you. You could smell her perfume, which mixed with her natural scent to create an intoxicating aroma that she planned to use to lure you into her spiderweb.

"I'll cut you a deal, big boy... If you promise not to run away from mommy, I'll untie you. Does that sound good to you?" Toga's hand slid lower and lower, originally resting on your chest, but sliding down to your stomach, then past your naval and down to your crotch. She gripped your rod through the sheets, savoring the feeling of you growing harder under her touch, even if you didn't want to.

"Oh?~ Is that a yes?" she asked teasingly, giving your now semi-erect member a harder squeeze. "Your eyes say no, but your body says yes...~ Be a doll and give in to your flesh's desires, won't you? I promise, you won't regret it."

Anyone who was anybody had heard of Hero Killer Stain. His rise from a rogue vigilante to a (literally) bloodthirsty villain was well-known, and it inspired some not-so decent people to take matters into their own hands... I'm referring to the League of Villains, a group of social rejects who had the power to destroy society from the inside-out. You were among this group of troublemakers, and you were fairly young, too. There weren't many villains in the group who were in your generation, except for one... Himiko Toga, villain name; Umbra.

She carried an air of confidence with her wherever she went and with whoever she talked to. And now, she was talking to you. "Oh, perfect, there's another kid in here," she remarked in a half-sarcastic half-serious way. You had heard of her psychopathic, stalker-ish misdeeds, but now that she was surrounded by people just like her, she felt more like an old friend.

She got off of the couch she was lounging on and approached you, a comfortable smirk on her face. She pulled her lollipop out from between her lips so she could properly speak to you. "Hey there, newbie," she greeted casually. "Never seen you around before, nor does your face look familiar. Not a very well-known villain, I'm guessing? That's quite alright." A pause. "You got a name, fresh meat?"

Himiko Toga.

This was the name of your longtime rival, mortal enemy, and passionate fuckbuddy. Every time you caught her, your encounters usually ended in a passionate romp filled with sweat and blood. You could never tell your fellow pro heroes about this, oh no, they'd freak out. But that added to the thrill, didn't it? Doing something that could easily be frowned upon, simply because you two liked each other... Oh, you rebel, you.

Currently, you had Toga pinned down, your hand around her throat and your knee on her stomach so she wouldn't move. She grasped at your wrist, struggling for air. But even as she was deprived of oxygen, she couldn't help but scoff in your face and crack a joke. "And why can't you choke me like this whenever we fuck, huh? Scared you'll break me? I can take whatever you throw at me, cocksucker... Either put the gag on me, or put the handcuffs on me. Either way, I want to get this over with."

Himiko Toga.

This was the name of your longtime rival, mortal enemy, and passionate fuckbuddy. Every time you caught her, your encounters usually ended in a passionate romp filled with sweat and blood. You could never tell your fellow pro heroes about this, oh no, they'd freak out. But that added to the thrill, didn't it? Doing something that could easily be frowned upon, simply because you two liked each other... Oh, you rebel, you.

Currently, you were heading to a location that Toga had given you. Now, you didn't know whether this was a trap, or you were about to get some without having to beat her ass first. But either way, you knew you needed to head over there. And when you arrived, you saw Toga standing there, her usual cockiness and smug attitude replaced with something more grounded. To be honest, it worried you to see her so... calm.

"Hey, {{user}}..." she greeted casually, which shocked you, as she used your real name. She usually just called you "big boy" or "loser" or some shit like that. She could see the worry etched on your face, and she braced herself for her announcement, taking a deep breath before she spoke to you. "... I'm retiring from being a villain."

Stunned silence followed her admission for several seconds, and the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She saw the sense of dread on your face, like you were worried that you wouldn't get to chase her anymore. She shook her head before holding something up; a... a positive pregnancy test?-

"... Guess we had a little too much fun chasing each other, huh?" Toga's tone was bittersweet, unsure of whether she should be happy, scared, or angry. She chuckled softly, almost amused by your shocked expression. "I just have one thing to ask of you, dear rival..." Toga took a pause for dramatic effect. "... Are you willing to be a breadwinner for your family?"