#alleycat x wolf

[isabeauwolf]

What's everyone thinking of my Villainess OC Mary/Silver from My Hero Academia? (Art done by @kurumi-igarashi) Thank you again! 🥰 Thank you, Slay for the giveaway! @slayfics I'm still so happy that my girl has come to life! T-T

My Villain Academia/My Hero - Villainess: Mary/Silver!

Kai Chisaki's/ Overhaul's fiance, future wife and Mistress of the Shie Hassaikai 🐦‍⬛🐺🌸 They were arranged to be married by the previous heads of their clans, Pops and her mother Lady Sara.

This beautiful and cheerful, plus sized she-wolf isn't a pushover. As the heiress to her own yakuza clan from overseas, she's a skilled assassin; specializes with guns, knives and hand to hand combat.

She is patient and sassy, with a smart mouth. Often gets her into arguments with Shigaraki as his trainer in leadership, and doesn't baby him 🤭 Handyman's got a crush on her.

She will butt heads with Kai every now and then, but she's a devoted spouse for him.

Dabi's obsession with Mary starts out as curiosity, trying to steal her away from her birdman, then the casanova falls for her hard and fast.

Mary's over protective and nurturer nature immediately makes her claim Eri as her own child.

She thinks of Toga as a younger sister and Twice as an older brother; members of her pack.

Villainess name: Silver

Hobbies: reading, baking and cooking

Favorite things: cherry blossoms 🌸 books, cheesecake and pancakes

Dislikes: liars, and thunderstorms

Height: 5'6

Fun fact: Kai gave Mary her cherry blossom necklace as an engagement gift. She never takes it off.

Yes, she is wearing Overhaul's jacket~ ;)

[trashmouth-richie]

older! eddie x fem! reader

summary: when your bf skips town /‘s you can’t pay your rent, you put on your best outfit and knock on your landlord’s door begging for forgiveness

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the Eddie edit

w/c: 3.8k

t/w: 18+ ONLY —heavy smut, degrading, hair pulling, mouth fucking, choking, edging, switch!, daddy!kink

He was an asshole to extraordinary proportions. A life full of mold covered lemons would do that to a person. You were nervous, to approach him. But something told you he’d hear you out— listen to you. Maybe even be sympathetic to your pleads.

Yeah right.

As if he were made of anything but pure hatred. Toxicity swirled in his veins, his poisoned skin covered by decades worth of tattoos; all dark and sharp edged.

His peppered scruff balanced out his naturally soft eyes. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A scowl that would make any resident of Forest Hills Trailer Park think twice about crossing. But you were left with no choice. When Trey had ditched town with the human bicycle Chrissy Cunningham, you were short on rent. Bills were tight, and you often ate in the dark, or by candle light. Anything to save a bit of money.

And that’s what led you here. Standing at your landlord’s door. Putting on an extra swipe of lipgloss, making sure to curl your hair, and wear a low cut tank top, the only push up bra you owned, and some cheap lashes from the mall— you knocked politely on the sun faded door. Hoping for some sort of a miracle that Mr. Munson would take pity on you.

One knock. Nothing.

Another. Still nothing.

It’s not until you are slapping your hand into the door that a voice behind you startles you nearly out of your too short skirt.

“What’d’ya need?” He’s covered in motor oil and grease, standing below you on the dirt and sparse grass covered ground, wiping his hands on a once red rag, a ring of sweat around his white tank top, bandana wrapped around his head, cigarette hanging gingerly from his slack lips.

He remembers the day you had moved in, it was freezing cold in early February. All by yourself, moving things one at a time in a shitty old Buick he hadn’t seen around since his high school days. He wanted to offer his help, something he didn’t give to anyone. But something about the way you smiled as he showed you around the dingy shithole of a trailer, voicing your opinions on what could be spruced up, made him hate you a little bit less.

Everyone in the park knew not to bother Eddie. He was a grumpy, mean son of a bitch and his patience was rail fucking thin. The Johnson’s dog went missing? No shit, he was the one who called animal control to come and pick it up, fucker had fleas and probably rabies. Can I paint the kitchen? Fuck no. The sink isn’t working at lot 8. Call a mechanic. And just for the annoyance he upped their rent $100.

Seeing you on his steps, dressed like that, sparkly tits, and your bra showing through your tank top had his dick twitching in his pants. Of course you were a smoke show, and he was honestly surprised to hear that ol’ what’s his face ran out on you with Chrissy Cuntingham. Her shit had been rode hard and put away wet more times that could be accounted for. Bitch still wore her homecoming tiara and had her green and orange pom poms in the back window of her car— despite the fact that graduation was more than 25 years ago. Worse than an alleycat, and smelling like one, Chrissy mostly kept herself busy by buying the minors alcohol or showing her many “party tricks” to the bachelors of the park. Sitting on his porch, smoking a joint like he did every night, Eddie took note of the black jeep that showed up every Thursday outside trailer 6, a graying head of suave douche boy hair could only be one person, Jason Carver.

He took note that your trailer, right next to his, was full of screaming and yelling when your boyfriend was home. A noise all too familiar in the trailer park, bouncing off Eddie’s ears like birds chirping.

But when he was gone? The window to your bedroom would be cracked open ever so slightly, propped open with the soft cover of Stephen King’s IT. The kitten purr of a vibrator and your delicate moans sang out to him. A siren amongst lonely fishermen, calling out to them in song of entrapment only to eat their souls, bodies never found amongst the dark sea bed. At first he thought it was wrong to listen, wrong to hear your pleasuring yourself, but he had sworn he heard his name on your lips, more than once. Fisting his cock angrily to your voice, your wet mouth, swollen lips from him sucking on them, pretty little pussy aching for him. He didn’t need playboys anymore when he had your face to imagine. And imagine he had.

What would your sweet pussy look like wrapped around his cock? Would you swallow his load down your throat if he asked, demanded you to? Sweet thing like you wouldn’t have to worry about anything if you were his. The choked laugh after he finishes all over his hand makes him shake his head at the idea. He didn’t know your age, old enough to be on your own but definitely not 45 like he was. Visions of your sugar plum tits bouncing in his face as you rode him on the itchy couch in his living room, lulled him to sleep most nights.

He saw a peek of a tattoo on your side when you were hanging clothes on the line. Your body drove him in, his eyes melting around your curves, the swell of your ass in the jean cut off shorts you wore. When you saw him staring you waved him over, a devilish grin on your lips, a wanting sparkle in your eye.

He knew your type, trouble. And oh fuck the trouble he would love to be in. He’d never volunteered to fix anyone's appliances. But your silky saccharine voice had him calling a mechanic in a few days time, would have been sooner if he could have tore his eyes away from your tanned legs, but he kept those extra days all to himself, whimpering at night with a sore cock your name on his breath. It had been seven months of you living next door, your vibrator turned on like clockwork every day your boyfriend left for work.

And now here you are. Looking at him with “fuck me” eyes and a glossy smile on your lips. Those same lips purring out pleasantries about how fuck face left you and you were needing an extension on rent. The swell of the summer sun hit your cheeks, making you glow like some love sick angel on his steps. He was fucked. And soon— you would be too.

“So what?” He tried to gamble, tried to keep his hard facade, “an extension and then what’s next? You’re gonna tell all your little friends that I give hand outs to the needy? Oh no doll, not today.”

He pushes his way around you and into his trailer, the pungent smell of too strong incense burns your nostrils as you hold the door from him shutting it.

“Please, Mr. Muns—.”

“Eddie,” he grumbles.

“Eddie, please— I’m begging you,” the glimmer of a tear welling in your eyes, your voice dipping low into an almost whisper as you made your way inside, shutting the door behind your back and feeling around for the lock, “I’ll do anything.”

Eyes dripping of sex appeal and lust, you tip your tongue to the center of your top lip, eyeing his tightened jeans and you swear you see his dick twitch beneath the stretched denim.

Cock at full alert he shakes his head, his head dipped low and eyeing you up and down, lip bit between his teeth. A low groan in his throat, he talks in a gritting whisper, “Don’t start something you can’t finish sweetheart.”

“Oh I plan on finishing, big boy,” you hum walking towards him, devilish grin planted on your lips, “I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that, will we daddy?”

Fuck. Not even touching you yet and Eddie is rock hard, he could probably cum if you asked him to. Thanking a higher power that he wasn’t twenty anymore, he’s got years of stamina built under his worn leather belt. “You’re about to write a check your ass can’t cash doll, you sure this is what you want?”

“stop talking,” you breath, inches from his lips, he can taste the peach flavored lipgloss on his tongue, “and fuck me.”

Not needing any more of an okay than that, Eddie turns you around in a swift motion, a gasp escapes your lungs and he catches you before you stumble over your heels. He drags your hips down into him, your ass round and luscious on his stiffened length. He rips the neck of your tank top open exposing the mountainous swell of your chest and your cheap K-Mart bra. Pinching your laced nipples between his rough fingers, he rolls them like joints as his hot mouth assaults your neck, painting you, he sucks bruises into your neck, licking them better with tiny flicks of his satanic tongue and ending in a bite, marking you as his.

Pushing your ass into him you can feel his cock. His achingly girthy length has you soaking your panties, dripping wet just for him. His smokey smell is mixed with sweat as you angle your neck back against his shoulder, moaning into him as he sucks like a vampire into your neck. His stubble rubbing against your skin.

“Eddie,” you moan breathless into the humid air of his trailer.

He groans, your body pushed tight against him has his head spinning, drunk off your touch. Grabbing your skirt and yanking upward. Dripping in anticipation, your panties could be wrung out, your arousal pooling from the center and beading slowly to the ground. He hisses and hums when his finger first skates along the slick of your panties with a schlick, “fuck, all this for me doll?” He’s playing now, his thick fingers moving in lazy circles around your clit, your creamy pussy clenching desperately on nothing, you nod with a whimper.

“You gonna make all those pretty little noises I hear from your window once that dumbass you let fuck you leaves the house every day? Hmm? Didn’t think I could hear did you?” His cocky bravado kicks his cock up on your ass, sending a moan through your body as you rub deeper into him.

Quite the opposite actually

Purring into his neck you lick the expanse of skin he’s showcasing. Blowing hot on the slicked spit from your tongue, you rotate your hips to angle his fingers better on your clit, the sensitivity rolling like an electric current through your veins.

“I did it on purpose,” you confess breathlessly as Eddie’s fingers stop. “Watching you stare at me for months, I knew you’d touch yourself over me.”

Eddie groans gutturally twisting your body into the front door, back hitting the broken shades with a thud. In milliseconds he is on you, hot tongue lapping up your neck and biting with enough force to break skin. No time to be patient to have you undress for him, he shoves your skirt up tipping your panties clean off. Your exposed pussy shuddering with his blown breath on your slick core. His devilish eager tongue expertly licks and teases your clit. Humming with each jerk of your body as the sensitivity makes you squirm. Tongue wiggling inside of you like an eel, your hands are gripping his hair for dear life, yanking at the roots like you’re pulling weeds. Your thigh is on his shoulder, the leg on the ground begins to shake as your first orgasm rips like a tidal wave through you. Head thrown back against the door, moaning loud enough for the entire park to hear— you don’t care.

Your noises stir Eddie’s arousal even more. Whimpering as he grip him impossibly tighter he a broken, “fuck,” into your folds as he goes back for seconds, “you’re gonna get me into trouble, pussy so fucking sweet.” His lips are wet, your arrival shining like pretty lipgloss allover hos chin and lips. Already spent from the teasing and the damn breaking, Eddie hikes you up over his shoulder, your bare volumtuous ass bouncing with every step. He throws you onto a king sized bed, unmade and reeking of weed. Rolling papers on the night stand along with several lighters you aren’t given much time before Eddie kicks his jeans off, boxer briefs do him justice as his cock jumps to his belly when he unthreads his legs from them. Pearly beads of pre cup drip from the thick head.

Eddie leans forward and places a thick hand on your neck, your vision blurs and returns with each grip he threatens and releases his teeth biting your lips, slow drops of blood seep from his bites, he licks the wounds clean.

“Havent used rubbers since the 80’s and I won’t, so are you on the pill or are we ending this right now?”

“Pill,” you warble, chords of your neck strained against his hand.

“Thatta girl,” he praises, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “I’m gonna fill you up full with my cum you’ll be leaking it out for hours.. maybe days.”

Tears sting your eyes at the thought of his glorious pearly cum deep in your walls painting them pretty, “please daddy, I need it.”

Eddie grins, “so needy baby, you want this cock?” he asks, flicking it through your folds, a noise resembling macaroni and cheese is blasts from your core, he groans deep, “so fucking wet,” his lip is almost bit in half with how he’s trying to hide his excitement, “I’m gonna wreck this sweet pussy so you won’t be able to walk home.”

Whimpering like a bitch in heat, Eddie flips you over, angles your ass up, slapping each cheek hard enough a red hand print sized welt develops almost immediately, he pushes all of himself into you, bottoming out as you moan and cry thanking God in your head as you’re split open, a welcomed pain. Spit soaks his sheets from your mouth when he pulls out, “oh you can take it, honey, don’t fucking quit on me.”

“I’m n—,” gasping loudly when he spits harshly on your ass. Rubbing his thumb against the pink button. The new sensation brings color to your closed eyes, stars and shapes of all size float in your closed mind, your pussy clenched harder around Eddie as you whine his name.

“Yeah?” Eddie moans, “told you daddy would take care of you, that needle dick can’t make you feel like this can he?”

you try to choke out a ‘no’ but no noise comes out, your head is thrown back violently as Eddie grabs your hair in one hand and pounds mercilessly into you.

Eddie is grunting with each slap of his heavy sack against your clit, “this is what you came here for right? Bad girl can’t pay her rent so she came to fuck the owner in exchange?” His taunting only makes you wetter, makes you clench his harder as you come undone for the second time. Screaming his name until you’re breathless. Panting and sweating like you ran a marathon. He gives you one more deep thrust of his hips and watches you fall forward.

“Look at the mess you made you little whore,” Eddie spits, venom laced words on that glory filled tongue, as he drags you by your hair to look at his soaked cock, “lick it up, want you to know how fucking sweet you taste.”

Eddie flips you over like a rag doll, positioning you the way he wants. Head dangling off the mattress, Eddie groans as he jams his cock into your throat, holding it there and choking you simultaneously. He reached to the night stand and grabs a black small vibrator placing it on your clit. The vibrations make you moan and choke around his length and against his hand. Eyelids fluttering shut you’re positive you can’t breathe, just when you’re about to pass out he brings you back, letting you breathe for a few seconds, chuckling to himself as you enter the hazy bliss of intoxicating euphoria. Your body convulses under his. Begging for a third orgasm, you can taste the earthy tang of your release and Eddie’s pre cum mix on your tongue.

His girth fills your throat completely, barely leaving room for your own tongue in your mouth. He’s dripping sweat onto your own body you can feel it slip from your belly button down into the curve of your neck. Eddie's hair is swaying in conjuncture with his hips slamming home against your face. Using your mouth like his own fist has you soaking the sheets, clit over stimulated, a deep bruise settling inside the soft silk of your velvet folds. A bruise you’d wear proudly for weeks to come.

Slapping your face as you gag lightly, mind steadily focusing on the jerking of your legs and the vibrating pulse of your cunt. Eddie shushes you reassuring you, tauntingly “someone too big for their britches huh? Work through it, sweetheart— that’s it, fuck good girl,” he chokes a whimper down his own throat as your tongue swirls around him. “Christ, swallowing what I give you, such a good girl for daddy.” Eddie thrusts one more deep cant of his hips into your mouth groaning deeply when you hollow your cheeks. Letting you breathe freely.

“You like that? Like me using you like a worthless fucking toy?” Eddie lifts you up to his face by your hair, kissing your lips delicately, you nod and whimper as he harshly sucks and nips at your neck leaving purpling marks in his wake.

Unabashedly you scratch your long nails into his chest, leaving your own mark on him as he groans against your skin. “My turn,” you whisper as you crawl into a standing position in front of him. Kissing him sweetly and pulling his bottom lip between your teeth, he whimpers at your touch. A tantalizing smile radiates across your lips. Eddie Munson a switch? Who knew? Pushing his shoulders backwards he falls on the bed, curtains of curls cascade around him and his face is turned up in shock then to a satanic grin.

Wiggling your tight skirt down your body you stand in only your heels.

“Fuck, you are a goddess.” Eddie groans, stroking his thick length in slow rhythmic motions as he stares at your body shamelessly, you climb towards him on his messy sheets between his legs your poor abused throat sore and bruised from his animalistic fucking.

His chest is littered with tattoos both old and new, faded and blown out lines mixed amongst sharp edged fresh ones stark against his pale skin. Blistering red lines decorate him from your nails earlier. Knees on either side of his hips you slot your pussy lips against his needy thick cock, sliding forward and back again, your hands on his chest for leverage. Leaning up on his elbows and moving you both backwards so he can rest his back against the headboard, he scants forward to kiss you but you push his forehead away dumbly.

Tsking and using few words to speak with a hoarse voice you whisper, “no touching.” Grinding your hips down into him, pocketing his cock in your slick folds like a sword in a sheath, you lick a stripe up his neck and land at this ear, your pretty moans singing to him like a demon seeking a naive victim. His hips jump with each roll of your own, desperate for relief he whimpers and whines as he’s close and you retreat. Starting all over again. After the third go around his bangs are stuck to his forehead, cheeks warm with a frustrated, worked up blush as you edge him again and again.

“Mmm’ fuck that’s a good cock daddy,” you moan as you come hard on his cock again making a mess yet again, he groans as you milk him for all he’s worth, your creamy pussy clenching against him, and your denial of his release is too much for him. “you wanna come for me?”

Eddie nods in spent anticipation, practically tearing up from being so worked up and being able to release himself. “Please— I can’t,” he groans, as you start grinding on him again, only this time you give in, hugging him in a pinky sheath of gummy walls and slick floors. “Christ,” he melts as you bounce atop his cock, dragging your hips backward and forward helping him hit the spot you so desperately craved from him. His thick hands are on your hips moving you to his liking, a pebbled nipple in his mouth makes you cry out his name as he pumps into you holding you still.

He slaps your ass, “I’m gonna come, shit, fuck!” He hums your name as hot ropes of his thick release coats your walls and floods out you don’t stop riding him, coaxing every last drop out of him until he’s hissing through his teeth as his softened length falls out of you, hot, reddened and aching.

Eddie pulls you to him, kissing your neck and scooting you both down the bed. “Think you’re my favorite tenant,” he laughs as you lay motionless on top of him, both breathing heavily.

“Jesus, I’d hope so, but maybe Miss Richard’s comes over here to get some money knocked off her rent,” you tease, tracing circles into his spotty chest hair, “heard she’s real pretty in her nightgown, just gotta be careful of her poligrip.”

He laughs again, smacking your ass, “you’re a fuckin’ brat y’know that?”

“And you’re a filthy fucker, quite the pair I’d say,” you spit before biting his chest.

Eddie yanks you by your hair to look you in the eyes, “not every day a pretty baby like you comes knocking on my door to rattle my cage and get free rent. But I’d like if you came over more often, that attitude needs adjusting.”

“oh really?” you question, hand under your chin like you’re bored as you roll your eyes, “and your old ass is gonna be the one to tame me huh?”

You spend a greater part of the night bent over Eddie’s knee, his studded belt in his hand as he whips you again and again. Tears spill from your eyes, and coat his thighs. Eddie’s sadistic ass only grins, a joint hanging limply from his lips, shushing you softly, “don’t cry honey, I told you your ass wouldn’t be able to cash that check.”

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👅 I’m gonna go touch grass now

[fuck-yeah-romantica]

The original "I'm not gay mum I'm glam rock", Karen Fox.

First romantica photoshoot, 2004

- Position: Voice, Lyrics.

- Birthday: 1977/march/5 (our man is fucking old)

- Zodiac: piscis

- Height: 190 cm

- Previous musical projects: Afrodita, Bestias negras, Karen fox.

First look, 1996

- Favourite bands: X-japan, Lareine, Malice mizer, Me/dousa, Hizaki grace project, Celestia le ciel, Moi dix mois [Juka era], Luna sea, Kuroyume, Je*reviens, D, Schwarz stein, Velvet eden, Pride of mind, Syndrome, Phantasmagoria, Kisaki Project, Vidoll, Dir en grey [Visual kei era], Psycho le cemu, Shazna, Parasite, Sadist, Neil, Hide, Seikima ll, Dead end, Angel heart, Due le quartz, Madeth gray'll, Eliphas levi, Missalina rei, L'arc en ciel, Baiser, Noir fleurir, Shiver, Silver ash, Loudness, Ziggy, Kamaitachi, Klaha, Izam, Jun, Guitar Wolf, Sex pistols, The damned, Judas priest, Ingwie j. malmsteen, Pretty boy floyd, Tigertailz, Whrathchild u.k., Helter skelter, Foxy roxx, Crashdiet, Heart throb mob, Queeny blast pop, Peppermint creeps, prom queen star, The guttersluts, Alleycat skracht, blitz lipstick, Murderdolls, Spiral fetish, Motley crue,Vixen, Ratt,W.a.s.p., Twisted sister, Whitesnake, Bon jovi, Europe, Stryper, david bowie/ziggy stardust, King cobra, Mark free, Signal, Him, The rasmus, The 69 eyes, The horror pops, Tiger army, Boy george, Dead or alive, Visage, Sigue sigue sputnick , Adam ant ,Talk talk, berlin, Billy idol, Duran duran, Depeche mode, Pat benatar, Cetu javu, The human league, New order, The cure, Lords of the new church, Soft cell, The ramones, Baltimora, Pulp, The beatles/Jhon lennon, Enuf z'nuff , Lacrimosa, Velvet Revolver, Dana international, Alaska, y dinarama, Fangoria, Alta tencion, Gothic sex, V8, Hermetica, Logos, Friccion, Virus, Abuelos de la nada, Nervios, Acacia, Americana, Moderatto, Juana la loca, She-ra, Venus desnuda, Nino bravo, Raphael, Camilo sesto. (Our man really couldn't choose)

- Favourite disc: Blue blood (X), The last of romance (Lareine), Merveilles (Malice mizer), Requiem [Phantasmagoria], Dignity of crest [Hizaki grace project], Systems of romance [Pride of mind], Nevermind the bollocks (sex pistols), Hit list (Hearth throb mob), Leather boys (Pretty boy floyd), Young and crazy (tigertails), Stack atack (wratchlid u.k.), Whatever happened to fun? (Spiral fetish), Shake the fundation (Foxy roxx), Creep show (Peppermint creeps), Vixen (Vixen).

- Favourite videoclips: Weekend (X japan) - Beast of Blood (Malice mizer) - Fuyu Tokyo (Lareine) - Sakura Hanazaki Somenikeri [D], Guardian angel [Celestia le ciel], Philosopher [Hizaki grace project], Zuihyoku ~Emerald~ (Je reviens) - Sad Mask (Velvet Eden) - Cage (Dir en Grey) - For dear (Kuroyume) - Iris (Izam) - Melty Love (Shazna) - Michi no sora (Psycho le Cemu) - Nostalgia (Syndrome) - Fairy times memory (Phantasmagoria) - Occult Proposal (Vidooru) - Blurry Eyes (L'arc en ciel) - With Transparent wings (Klaha) - Jisatsu Ganbou (Due le Quartz) - Eyes love you (hide) - Shadow of love (The Damned) - Breaking the Law (Judas Priest) - On and on (Raven) - Rock n roll (Pretty boy floyd) - Lesvian (Peppermint Creeps) - White Weding (Murderdolls) - Live wire (Motley crue) - Blin in texas (W.a.s.p.) - We are not gonna take it (Twister sister) - She don't know me (Bon jovi) - Life on mars? (Ziggy stardust) - Iron Eegle (King cobra) - Join me (him) - In the shadow (The rasmus) - Lost boys (the 69 eyes) - Incorporeal (Tiger army) - Karma chamaleon (Culture club) - Out of fashion (boy george) - Spin me round 80's (Dead or alive) - Fade to Grey (Visage) - Prince charmin (Adam ant) - Rebel yell (Billy idol) - Don't you want me (The human league) - The metro (Berlin) - Boys don't cry (The cure) - Rock n roll highschool (The Ramones) - Take on me (a-ha) - Like a prayer (Madonna) - Tarzan boy (Baltimora) - Disco 2000 (Pulp) - Imagine (Jhon lennon) - Fly high michelle (Enuff z'nuff) - Fall to pieces (Velvet revolver) - Diva (Dana international) - Hoy no (Entre rios) - Sueño sensual 2 (Karen fox) - Lady Oscar (Romantica).

- Hobby: watching rock videos

- Interest: Hollow earth, Reptile connexion, Flat earth, Necronomicon (Lovecraft), Nazi esoterism, Comics ,Horror movies, Romantic movies, Sci fi movies, mangas.

- Personality: strong

- Favourite Colour: violet

- Ambition: nothing

- First love: at 19 years old

- would you like to be in love again?: I don't have time!!!!

- Romantica in one word: putos (faggots)

- Favourite phrase: "You are a horrible public and i hate all of you" by: Zorak (Space Ghost)

- Favourite book: The Picture of Dorian Gray

-Favourite writers: H.P. lovecraft, Oscar Wilde, Julio Verne, H.G. Wells, David Icke, Lord Byron.

- Favourite movie: Hedwing and the angry inch

- Favourite t.v. serie: Lost.

- Favourite politician: Gral. Juan D. Peron.

- Favourite word: Rock

- Type of woman liked: like Arcueid (Lunar legend tsukihime), Lady oscar (Lady oscar), Aya toujo (ichigo 100%), Satsuki (ichigo 100%). Sakurouka sei (Gantz), Kotomi (DNA2) (our man likes heterosexual lesbians)

- Type of woman disliked: all i met in my life. (Our man is also an incel)

- Treasured thing: cd's, videos and comics.

- Favourite anime: Lady Oscar, Saint seiya, Pet shop of horrors, Gravitation, Robotech, Astroboy, Mazinger Z, Mazingkaiser, Great mazinger, Ufo robo grendizer, Getter robo G, Voltron, Lunar legend tsukihime, Gantz, Dna 2, N.H.K. ni Youkoso?, Neon genesis evangelion, Get backers, Full metal alchemist, Oh!my goddes!!, Mikami, Ranma 1/2, Yamazaki, Captain harlock,Cosmo warrior zero,Gun frontier, Sailor moon, Galaxy express 999, Crayon shin shan, Elf, New angel, Ikitousen, ichigo 100%, Cyborg 009, Speed racer (2000).

- Animated series: South park, Dr. katz, The simpsons, Futurama, G.I.joe, Transformers, Thundercats, Spiderman and his amazing friends, Mask, Jem and the holograms, Batman the animated series, Batman of the future, Justice league unlimited, X men, Fantastic four, Hulk.

- What did you wanted to be as a child: super hero

- What was your favourite subject at school: none, I hate school.

- Something you always carry with you: my photo book

- Time of the year: winter

- How do you recover from depression: I don't recover, i live depressed.

- What places would you like to go: Tokyo, London

- Who you would like to meet: Yoshiki hayashi

- A song that defines yourself: Weekend - X japan.

- Message to fans: I don't have fans, I don't want to have them, I hate 99% of human race. Die!!! FUCK OFF!!!!!! (Our man was almost 30 when he wrote this)

[silvcrignis]

"You doubt what I can do?" (Gabe. Roast him lmfao)

{Meme} Send "You doubt what I can do?" for my muse's reaction {x}

((Why did you throw Soft Serve to this damn she wolf like this????))

“In terms of being ditzy, unreliable & a terrible person to have the misfortune of caring for because you slink off like an underfed alleycat at damn near every opportunity for no discernible FUCKING reason? No not at all, you’re FANTASTIC at those things! Everything else requiring even a hint of competence or tack? Yeah, I’m pressing x to FEVERISHLY doubt.”

“Now get out of my sight before I decide to hurt MORE than your feelings today.”

[isabeauwolf]

Monsterhaul x Mary: She Wolf and the Beast AU (Slight Dabi x Mary)

Chapter 1: Donuts and alleycats

It had only been a few months since Mary and her father moved into this town. She likes it here. It was a quiet and cozy place compared to the overly bustling capital.

Only down side was the odd and judgmental looks she would get for her wolfish features. Manly, her ears, tail and sharp canines. It didn't bother as much as used to when she was a child.

Being the child of a famous Hero had it's ups and downs, her father was always busy, but he made up for it on his days off. Traveling together for festivals, Hero meet and greets, book shops and bakeries all over the world.

No matter how much time passed after her mothers passing when she was a baby, her father never remarried saying that her mother was his one true love, his moonlight and stars. The only treasure she had to remember her by was the golden oval locket: a blue sapphire and a moonstone were in the middle, inside was a picture of her parents smiling as her mother held her.

Portraits of her mother and father were hung up around the house, then ones of herself and her father, but the one in her locket was one of a kind.

Her father wore a matching locket, one side was him and a grown Mary and the other was the happy couple.

Another down side, if Mary was being honest was.... all of the men either wanted her for her body, or her father's money.

Yes, her father spoiled her. What dotting father wouldn't want to give his only child and daughter the world? As many dolls, clothes, books, food, anything her hearts desired, but being the odd girl, she buried her head in books, played outside, cleaned, cooked and baked whenever she wasn't helping widows and single mothers teach their daughters how to read and write.

Did she give a portion of her allowance to people in need? Of course she did.

Did she have to? No.

Why was she born in this world, if not to share it?

Was she a saint? Hell no.

Perhaps it was her wolfish nature, but she was overly competitive, loved a challenge, a good race, adventure. Despite her patience, she was stubborn and wasn't afraid to speak her mind.

It also didn't help that she was stronger than other women. If she got it from her mother or fathers side, she didn't know. On top of her keen sense of smell and hearing, which she mostly kept to herself, except for their handful servants and her father.

Mary felt bad now, but when she was a toddler her father swore up and down to the old gods and new, that he watched her play outside, giggling and laughing like any normal three year old when all of a sudden she saw a snake. Any other child would have screamed, cried and wailed, but what did toddler Mary do? She pouted, glaring at it, bared her baby fangs, picked up a boulder and slammed it down as hard as she could!

Her father rushed outside, scooped her up, checked for injuries, then he handed her off to his guards in training Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada as her father picked up the giant rock. The snake was definitely dead, there was a crater in the ground littered with blood and snake guts.

Toddler Mary still growled and glared at the dead snake, snorting and puffing her chest with pride.

Needless to say, she nearly gave her poor father a heart attack and received a scolding. That was the first day Aizawa and Yamada become her personal bodyguards. The overly tired and grumpy teenager followed by his childhood friend, who was overly boisterous and chatty joined her little family.

Aizawa had a soft cats and loved coffee while Yamada had a fear of insects, saying that he was more of a city kid and hated going into the woodlands.

Nemuri Kayama, a beautiful woman, who was openingly flirty. A expert in matters of the heart, bedroom and body positive, on top of being Mary's personal seamstress. She's close with both Aizawa and Yamada, apparently, their third friend Oboro Shirakumo, who was Nemuri's fiancee, sadly died in battle before they could get married. She still wears her engagement ring on a silver chain underneath her clothes to this day.

It would have been Nemuri's influence on her, looking up to the older woman as a mother and older sister figure.

Mary loved her differences. Her heterochromia: one violet eye and one gold. Her wolf ears and tail. Her curves and figure. She was comfortable in her body. Her waist length silver-white hair that shone like starlight against the full moon.

If their was one thing, she could change about herself?

It was probably to lower her expectations on men and suitors, who called and asked for her hand.

She wanted love, the same her parents had. Someone to talk to about anything and everything, her love of books, someone tall, handsome with eyes that could draw her in. Helped her grow as a person, valued her opinions, instead of thinking of her more like a mini piggy bank or brood mare.

Mary was sick and tried of being looked at like an object, a prize to be won. Being told to her face what she can or can't do. To hell with them!

Mary sighed, walking her early morning stroll towards the bakery every morning for freshly baked pastries and coffee to share with her father and their servants and hired help. It was the lease she could do to brighten their day, rain or shine, she smiles brighter watching her found families face brighten after drinking fresh coffee, donuts, muffins and other confections.

As she neared the shop, a familiar scent of burnt flesh, smoke, burnt caramel hit her nose. Mary's smile on her lips tightened, of course, he's waiting.

Inwardly sighing, she opened the door and walked inside. The freshly baked smell of baked goods and coffee helped ease her nerves a bit.

There he was, the towns number one stray burnt alleycat and casanova, a real ladies man and womanizer.

Dabi.

She will admit that his turquoise eyes were pretty to look at. His hair looked fluffy, despite the lingering scent of hair dye. His piercings and staples made him easy to spot in a crowd, and wonder about his story.

She wasn't bothered by his burn scars, having seen worse from retired and battle survivors. Scares to her were a badge of honor and attractive, but... with Dabi?

His voice was pleasant and raspy.

It was what came out of his mouth that made her bristle and pissed off.

He's been persistent and a royal pain in the ass since day one.

She noticed he had been waiting around the bakery for the last week, as if, he had been waiting for her, or someone else. Was this place a new dating spot? Or was it a coincidence?

"Good morning, Mrs Harris." Mary greeted, the baker and owner. Her husband and boys sold fresh baked goods outside and coffee during first light and came back before brunch or lunch rush. "Is my usual order ready?"

Mrs Harris smiled, "Morning, dear. Yes, I have it ready for you." She already had everything bagged and ready on the counter.

"Is Thomas, James and Oliver with their father this morning?" Mary asked, keeping the conversation doing and pretending that Dabi wasn't there.

She could still feel his lazy and heated gaze on her.

"Yes, they are." She nodded and winked, "can't wait to see you for lunch. It's your favorite."

Mary's smile widened, eyes sparkling. "Pot roast with carrots, potatoes, onions with cheesecake for dessert?" Her tail wagging back and forth in excitement.

Dabi noticed, raising an eyebrow and inwardly chuckled in amusement.

Mrs Harris laughed, "Of course, dear. You are my number one customer after all. Plus, the recipes you share are good."

Mary blushed, a pinkish hue adoring her pale cheeks. "Oh no, it was only a few trial and errors on my part. Oh! don't forget to use the left over broth in the pot to make a homemade gravy for mashed potatoes." She reminded, gushing. "Gives them more flavor while adding the flour."

"Yes, I wrote it down somewhere, but thank you for the reminder."

"Good morning, princess." He leans against the wall, arms and legs crossed and looks at her with a smirk. "Maybe later I'll buy you a drink?"

"Thank you for the offer, but no thank you." Mary grabbed her fresh cup of coffee, a huge 2 gallon container of coffee, disposable cups and large bag full of pasties, paying Mrs Harris as she smiled brightly at the treats, gave her thanks and walked out the shop.

Mrs Harris waved as she went in the back towards the kitchen, setting more order ready for the next customer.

Of course, the black haired, scarred and burnt man was ever persistent as he chuckled, following her outside. "Ouch." Placing a hand over his chest, "Such a cruel beauty, aren't ya." His glaze burning holes into her curves, specifically her ass and hips without shame, openly leering.

"I've heard about you pyro." She replied without glancing over her shoulder. "Dabi. The infamous pyromaniac, sex addict and womanizer, leaving single and married woman with a trail of broken hearts. I'll pass, thank you." Stopping and half turning, "Don't think I can't feel your burning stares you horn dog."

His smirk widened, raising his hands. "Guilty as charged, princess. Can you blame me?" His eyebrow lifts again as he glance down at her chest, clinging to every curve of her body, complimenting her pale skin and silver-white hair.

Her eyes fall to his full lips as she watches his tongue darting out to moisten them, then blinks, turning and resume walking as her cheeks fully turn rosy now. Don't give him mix signals Mar. She scolds herself. "Why are you following me anyways?"

"Call it curiosity, beauty." He admits, taking advantage of his taller high and long legs to quickly catch up with her, walking at her side. "Is it true that wolf shifter women are feral in bed?" Dabi asks bluntly, linking his hands behind his head, azure iris' glancing at her face.

Mary blinks, tilting her head and surprised. "Wha-" Her cheeks fully heated now as she huffs and furrow her brows. "How much more crass and shamelessness can you be, casanova?" Mary asks, wolf ear twitching in irritation and tail swishing back and forth in anger.

"Why should I hide who I am?" He refined back, smirk widening. There's a certain hint of amusement in his eyes as he speaks.

It must be a joke she's missing, perhaps it's for the best.

It wasn't long before Dabi followed her home.

Aizawa and Yamada greeted them at the gate.

Mary stopped and offered them each a donut and poured them a cup of coffee in their reusable thermals, both thanking her.

"Is he bothering you, Lady Bliche?" Aizawa asked, his gaze on Dabi the whole time, overly cautious.

Dabi stared back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Mary sighed, "It's fine, Aizawa. He's just walking me home."

Yamada ate his donuts and sipped his coffee, god, the man loved gossip and would no doubt share it with Nemuri later. He'd tease Dadzawa later about being overly protective of Mary.

Aizawa sighed, lower his capture scarf. "As you wish, my lady."

"There will be more coffee and such in the kitchen, help yourself while but not too much." She smiled, "I'll be making breakfast."

"You truly spoil us, my lady!" Yamada gushed after finishing his donut, tears in his eyes.

Mary laughed, passing them and waving. "Don't worry about it. Think about it as a treat for working so hard."

Dabi followed, he heard the pair talking.

"I don't trust him as far as I can throw him." Aizawa huffed, sipping his coffee.

"Give the guy a chance, Shouta." Yamada shrugged, lowering his shades, "besides, trust Mary. She wouldn't let him pass, if she hated him."

"She's just being overly nice again and you know it."

Dabi's lips curled, if only they knew. His gaze returned forwards, taking in the sights of the big house. Nice and cozy.

As she reaches for the door, he stops her and holds it open and offering her a mocking bow and a wink, "Ladies first, princess. See I can be a gentleman when I wanna be."

She walks in and thanks him as he waiting outside.

Watching as he turns to leave, she bits her lip. Closing her eyes and holding the bag closer to her chest, opens her eyes and calls out to him. "Dabi, wait."

The black haired stray stops, his lips twitch as he fought to keep the smirk from widening into a shit eating grin. He half turns, tilting his head. "Need something, princess?"

She opens her mouth, then closes it. Exhales through her nose, offering him the giant bag, a noticeable blush on her cheeks. "Here, take as many as you want... as a thank you gift."

The criminal blinked, taking it and glancing inside. "Thanks," his half lidded gaze widened when he seeing a strawberry glazed donuts, he snatched two as he felt his mouth salivate. "How did-?"

"Mrs Harris told me that strawberry was your favorite." Mary answered not looking, as she poured him a cup of coffee, then offered it to him, waiting patiently. "I hope you don't mind that it's black? Unless you want me to get you some sugar, creamer or milk?"

His smirk softened, not much, but she noticed. "Nah, it's fine. I could use the pick me up anyways, it's been a long night." He gave her the bag back and took the beverage.

"Enemy soldiers giving you the great Dabi a hard time?" She joked, closing, tilting her head.

"Not a chance in hell, princess." He fired back, his lazy and cockiness returning. "Those wannabe's will need a lot more fire power to take me and my team down." He winked, "Don't worry, I'll keep ya safe. Call my name and I'll come, any day or night." He purred the last bit, between them.

"Thank you for the offer," Mary blushed, "and walking me home. You didn't have to do that. I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you can." He chuckled, azure eyes lighting in amusement, he knows something. "I've seen you show your claws and fangs, lifting a guy and slammed him into the ground like a doll." He was impressed.

Mary's eyes widened, "Shit." She nearly dropped the bag, growing more flustered. "Sorry that you had to see that. Most guys would be scared off."

"Why?" He asked, biting into his donut. "Doesn't bother me."

Her shoulders sagged, "I'm sure."

He hummed, turning again and gently raised his cup to his lips. "Thanks for breakfast. Maybe you'll let me inside next time, princess." He walked with laziness and confidence, past the guards, around the corner and was gone.

Mary groaned, "So much for not giving him mixed signal, Mar." She walked fully inside the house and closed the door, towards the dining room where her father, waited as he read his morning paper. "Morning, dad." She greeted, moving towards him.

He glanced up, moving his long blonde mane out of his eyes. He had a lettering laying on top of the newspaper, he closed it.

She placed the items onto the table.

"Mar." Her father takes her hand, squeezing lightly. A deep crease forms between his eyebrows, and his mouth is pulled down into a frown.

Mary scans his face for any indication of what's wrong. Worry and nervousness clinging onto her fathers scent. "Dad what's wrong? Something's troubling you."

Her father's blue eyes are filled with nothing but sadness as he looks around the room, it's quiet. He was usually a man who's always seen smiling, these last three years had been rough on him; he retired as a retired hero after he suffered from a near fatal injury. This once strong man was reduced to the appearance of frail looking, broken man. Blackness surround the whites of his eyes, sunken and every once in a while he still coughs up blood.

The strong arms that would lift her high into the sky, appear as if she was flying. So much had changed, but she supposed moving into this new town was for the best. No matter how much everyone gossiped about her or how Dabi wouldn't take no for an answer.

It was still their new home.

He remained quiet and avoids her eyes. "Yes."

Mary glances around, her heart sinking in her chest. "Was it what the doctor said?"

"No, it's nothing like that sweetheart." He waves her off with a sheepish smile, slowing standing to his feet.

Mary lets out a breath, relaxing a little. "Then what is it?"

"Come sit, please," Taking her by the arm, leading her into the chair closest to him, pulled it out for her and in as she sat down. He walked back to his own seat. "I'm worried about you, Mar." He swallows nervously as he sits down, leans his elbows on the table, interlocking his hands. "You work so hard and try to make everyone happy, but who's making you happy?"

Mary blinks. "Dad where is this going?" Please don't let it be where she thinks it's going?

"You've turned away every suitor who's asked for your hand." He sighed, leaned over and placed his hand over hers.

"Dad," She shook her head. "When I marry I want it to be for love." She admitted, "most of these men want your money and connections." She frowned, "They don't want me for me."

He lightly squeezed her hand, "Don't give up, sweetheart." Offering a small smile, reaching out and patting the top of her head, between her ears. "Now, let's eat. These smell amazing." Smile brightening into the big, heroic and cheesy smile her father was known for; soothing her worries as she returned it.

"Mrs Harris is making my favorite for lunch and using the recipe I shared." Mary answered, nearly bouncing out of her seat. Opening the bag, pulling out a blueberry muffin for herself and a plan donut for him. He loved the classic and dunked it in his coffee.

"That's wonderful," pouring them each a cup, adding two spoonfuls of sugar and creamer for her and black with light creamer for himself. "See? Moving here wasn't' all so bad was it?"

"Dad," she groaned lightly, laughing and shaking her head.

He tilted his head, "What? Give this old man some credit for finding this place despite it not showing up on the map. Peace and quiet, it's what we need." His lips quirked up, teasing lit in his blue eyes. "What's this I hear about the Dabi showing interest in you?" He slipped on his beverage. "He's certainly an interesting and handsome character." He shrugged, "No judgement here, as long as he takes care of you, it's all I ask. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Dabi?!" Mary's face grew heated and her tail fluffed up behind her before she used it to cover her face. "What makes you think he's even interested?" She asks, growing more embarrassed hearing him chuckle wholeheartedly. It made her own grin widen.

"I've seen him follow you around like a puppy, it's cute. Men like him usually fall for a sweet young lady eventually." Lowering his cup, arching an eyebrow. "Do you not find him handsome?"

Lowering her tail into her lap, she sighs. "It's not that. He's handsome despite his flaws, he's powerful, crass, but rude and concede..." She sipped her coffee. "I don't think he's the one for me."

"It's your life, Mar. Don't let me stop you from fulfilling your dreams." He reached over and patting her hand, smiling softly.

Mary nodded, grinning and sipping her coffee before eating her muffin.

His interest turn to his breakfast, breaks his donut in half and dunking it into his coffee, setting it soak, then ate it. He swallows his mouthful and raised an eyebrow, teasing. "What about Young Midoriya or Shinso?"

Mary nearly choked on her coffee as she sputtered, "Daddy! They are way too young for me." A five year difference might not seen like much, but she would must rather date and marry someone closer to her age. "Besides they can't legally drink yet."

"Alright, alright," he raises his hands in surrender. "I'll stop. Just promise that whoever you decide to marry, I get to meet him first. Can't give my daughter away to a stranger."

Izuku Midoriya was a young newly rookie adventurer who trained under her father for the past year and a half. A mini famous of the famous All Might, it was adorable when she heard him nerding out, overthinking and muttering to himself out loud. His green eyes and black and green curls, freckled cheeks were adorable, but Mary looked at him as a younger brother. He's such a kind soul, genuinely earnest and honest.

Hitoshi Shinso another young man who's been training with Aizawa since they moved here. His gravity defying indigo locks, matching eyes and eyes bags made him look similar to his feather when Aizawa's quirk activated. Shinso had gotten Midoriya with his quirk a few times during their sparing matches, one of the biggest and most hilarious moments was when Shinso made Midoriya's childhood friend Bakugo strip down naked and ran through the street yelling, "fight the fairies!" during last summer fest.

"I'll put these away, then head to the library," Mary downed her coffee, picked two donuts from the bag and put away the left overs in the kitchen.

Her father stood, taking his dishes into the kitchen, washing them, dried them and hung them on the drying rack hanging over the sink. "The next Hero meet and greet is this weekend. Want to come?" He asked, drying his hands.

"I'll home down the fort." Mary nodded her head, covering her mouth with her hand in-between bites of her chocolate glazed goodness. "Besides, you could use the piece and quiet without Aizawa breathing down your neck. I know you might want a breather."

"Do you want me to bring you anything back?" He offered. He always felt bad not bringing her back any kind of souvenirs from his travels.

Food wouldn't travel well. She didn't need anymore books right now or clothes. Mary thought of her favorite flower, something simple and always brought a smile to her face. "A rose," she hummed. "A single rose, please. You can wait and get it on the last day."

"It that all?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't have to hold back any request you know? Your the daughter of the former number one hero, you can ask for anything. Name it, sweetheart." He pressed lightly, returning the hand towel in it's place. "Don't hold back on my account."

"Dad," Mary snickered, "just a rose," she leaned against the kitchen island, ears flattening against her head and frowning. "I already have everything, I could ask for. Just please, be safe and take Philippe with you." She encouraged, "he needs the exorcise and I'm sure he'd love all the fresh apples."

"Alright," He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly. "If a rose is what you want, I will bring it back."

Mary hugged him as he rests his chin on the top of her head, returning the hug. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Giving her a gentle squeeze and lets go, glancing down. He's reminded everyday that his little girl isn't so little anymore. Twenty-one years has gone by in a flash, he just wishes his wife could have been apart of it. "I'll go pack. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm away." The retired hero chuckled and ruffling her hair as he lets go.

"It's not me you have to worry about," She defends herself, crossing her arms and gathering ingredients for lunch, waving a hand behind her without looking. "Tell that to all the weirdo's out there."

"You are just as bad at attracting trouble as someone else I knew." Toshinori shook his head and heading towards the exit.

Mary raised her voice, laughing. "It's you dad, don't deny it! I've heard stories from Grand Torino and you know it!"

"Am not!" He denied it, hard. He knew it was true.

"Keep telling yourself that!" Mary glanced at her recipe books, smiling brightly.

Outside the kitchen window, Himiko Toga crouched, hiding in the flowerbed, waiting silently, listening and smiled. Dabi is going to be able when he finds out that his princess will be home alone. Giggling to herself, covering her mouth with the long sleeves of Mary's sweater. Such a pretty wolfy for our future queen. She wore it to mask her scent and was tasked to bring back a few of their queen's belonging to Dabi.

Simple things that wouldn't easily being noticed as missing.

Himiko couldn't help noticing Mary's and Dabi's cute encounter and obvious flirting. Mary was so cute, beautiful and strong! The younger teen blushing as she remembers seeing Mary walking out of the woodlands one morning, completely naked and covered in blood.

Closing her eyes, she could still picture it. The most magical and beautiful sight.

In the early mornings, the mixture of oranges and purples as the sun slowly rising - when she saw her.

Mary panting and stumbling, Himiko's breath hitched and the scent of cooper and iron coming off the wolf woman in waves. Blood splatter in her silver-white hair as her sharp cainines glittened, a trail of the crimson liquid running down her mouth as she wiped it away.

Then patches of fur growing and spreading, covering the woman as her body shifted from woman into wolf. Her coat the color of freshley fallen snow and her eyes were glowing, a shade of icy blue.

The she-wolf trotted towards a pile of discarded clothes laying on the ground, picking them up with her teeth and ran off, fast as lightening, she quickly became a blur in the distance.

Himiko was still enthralled, she had never met another person who craved blood or had a blood related quirk apart from Mister Stainy, or the Adventurer knows as Blood King.

Himiko opened her bright, honeyed cat-like eyes and blinked the memory away, cupping her heated cheeks, completely flushed as she cooed inwardly to herself and bit her lip. Mary, my dearest blood sister. You will apart of our family soon~

Kurogiri's warp gate opened beside her, The League was waiting.

Himiko frowned, quickly turning and peaking into the window watching as Mary hummed to herself and cooked what looked to be loaded potato soup. Her frown deepened, she wanted to gossip about girl talk and romance while cooking, or shopping trips with Mary.

Inwardly sighing, Himiko backed away, crawling towards the warp gate and clutching her haul tightly against her chest, peaking over her shoulder one more time, then disappeared while thinking. Until next time, bye bye, sister.

Mary blinked and glanced out the window, she had the strange feeling that someone was watching. The strong scent of affection hit her nose? Did she have an admirer? Did someone want to talk with her? Placing the lid on the pot as she stepped towards the window and opening it, closing her eyes, tilting her head back and scenting the air.

This scent was unfamiliar.

Opening her eyes, it was best to keep it in her memory banks for later. Perhaps, she could make a friend? Smiling lightly as she closed the window, returning towards the stove, lowering the heat to a simmer and setting the timer, carrying it with her as she excited the kitchen and headed towards the library.

Unaware that this weekend would change everything she's ever known.

-------- Ending of Chapter 1 -------

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Did ya'll except Dabi to become Gaston? Yes? No? I can't help it! Zombie man wouldn't leave! If ya'll thought Dabi was overly horny and feral for Mary in my other fanfics, you ain't seen nothing yet!

Get ready for Yandere Dabi as he fights for Mary's affection against Monsterhaul! (Yeah, I switched Dabi and Shiggy's roles with Dabi as the Leader and Shiggy as his cousin and right hand man; it fits!)

On another note, I decided to make All Might into Mary's dad to change things up. Plus having Aizawa and Present Mic as her personal guards :)

Do ya'll get the reference I made Bakugo say? XD

Gimme your thoughts!

[kurumi-igarashi]

I had fun (too much fun with the necklace AHA-) with the project! And it's nice to finally meet/know the Mary's details! /ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

What's everyone thinking of my Villainess OC Mary/Silver from My Hero Academia? (Art done by @kurumi-igarashi) Thank you again! 🥰

Kai Chisaki's/ Overhaul's fiance, future wife and Mistress of the Shie Hassaikai 🐦‍⬛🐺🌸

This beautiful and cheerful, plus sized she-wolf isn't a pushover. As the heiress to her own yakuza clan from overseas, she's a skilled assassin; specializes with guns, knives and hand to hand combat.

She is patient and sassy, with a smart mouth. Often gets her into arguments with Shigaraki as his trainer in leadership, and doesn't baby him 🤭 Handyman's got a crush on her.

She will butt heads with Kai every now and then, but she's a devoted spouse for him.

Dabi's obsession with Mary starts out as curiosity, trying to steal her away from her birdman, then the casanova falls for her hard and fast.

Mary's over protective and nurturer nature immediately makes her claim Eri as her own child.

She thinks of Toga as a younger sister and Twice as an older brother; members of her pack.

Villainess name: Silver

Hobbies: reading, baking and cooking

Favorite things: cherry blossoms 🌸 books, cheesecake and pancakes

Dislikes: liars, and thunderstorms

Height: 5'6

Fun fact: Kai gave Mary her cherry blossom necklace as an engagement gift. She never takes it off.