#boku no hero academia x male reader

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I really need a sub Dabi x male reader Imagine that reader has a Tartaglia-type form and he transforms during the battle, thinking that he scared Dabi with it, but this only manifests dirty thoughts in his head. Nsfw please (sorry if it's too much 😭🙏) P.s I watched the new season and it's soooo good 😩

Short Fuse.

Dabi x Hero!MaleReader

-smut, dirty thoughts, rough sex, DOM!READER, sub!Dabi, size difference, dubious consent(?), knife mention, crying, slight degradation

-thank you for the request. I haven’t caught up with the anime yet but I’ve been reading the manga and wowie.. but I hope this is what you wanted or meant, wasn’t sure if you wanted villain or not..

The League of Villains surrounded you and your fellow heroes, you’d been stuck with their flame quirk user and it put you at a standstill.

You held a typical hydro quirk, one that allows weapons to manifest from water alone and gave you the ability to cause on land tidal waves and seismic ripples with underground water reserves.

But, even with the upper hand you’d become exhausted because of the power of Dabi’s quirk; being able to turn all the water that surrounded you to nothing but steam that would burn those around who hadn’t trained to succeed in such a scorching environment.

“Say hero, why don’t ya give up already. All your friends are dyin’ around you.. can’t you help them?”

He was right, but the way he chuckled ignited a new surge of energy.

You would surely fall into his hands if you pushed your quirk any further without using.. that side of your quirk.

A secondary trait wasn’t common but it’s what you had. It wasn’t a flattering trait and you’d been told to keep it under wraps.. it could be viewed as a villainous quirk. That’s what you were told at least.

It was scary. Terrifying even, one that you’d imagine a villain to have.

It would be a shock factor, hopefully, and this was life or death for you and the others..

Inhaling deeply, you allowed for the electric currents caused by water and the seismic rifts to fester in your body. It hurt, and you would have hell to pay physically for doing so.

Screaming loudly you charged at the patched male, before he could burn you to a crisp you quickly used him as a launching pad and tossed yourself into the air above him. He fell to his knees and quickly whipped around with his hand out to let a burst of flames out.

His eyes widened, the large form creating a dooming shadow over him and shading the blazing sun from him.

Dabi shook in excitement, you’d grown twice maybe triple the size you were, violet tinted black armour covered your body and a feathery collar to top it off.

The single eye in the center of the new mask pointed its gaze down to him.. before he could fully comprehend the sight he was sent flying from a sudden shock of electricity.

Grunting, he went to try and hit you again but was only pile-drived through the terrain. Even through the terrain and pain, he felt himself heat up from the grasp you had on him..

You were so big.. your hands easily wrapping around his waist and the power you exuded.. he was excited.

“Ugh.. quite the form ya got there..”

He pathetically laid under you, pinned by your weight and with his shirt shredded to bits he was almost exposed to you. The tightness in his pants was keeping him from moving further..

Dabi couldn’t help the perverted thoughts he had, scanning you as you loomed over him..

Did everything grow? Was this just armour or is everything huge now.. he could see your neck through a gap in the armour, feeling himself drool a little at the sight of your shiny sweat.

How would it taste? How would you taste? Were you salty, sweet, pungent.. maybe even savoury? Was there an underlying musk or was it overwhelmingly musky and manly.. the idea of tasting even a lick of your sweat made him cross his legs even if he was held under a deadly grip.

You took his silence and halted movement as fear, he only stared up at you with wide eyes and his body was stiff and rigid in your grip. The swirling in your stomach festered while his bright eyes stared, you heard the cameras flashing and people scream around you. Even in such a fierce battle the cameras were always on, there were still onlookers who stood too stubborn to leave- claiming you’d save them even if they stayed.

“No more moves, Dabi?”

Dabi gulped, swallowing his excess saliva and the lump in his throat bobbed.. he didn’t want you to let go of him or leave and he needed to find a way to keep you near him.

Raising his hand, he reached out towards your face.. instinctively you flinched away and shoved your hand further into his abdomen; making him wheeze out from the pressure.

Before you could question or do anything further, he blasted a large burst of flames into your face- the heat making you collapse along with the fumes taking every ounce of air from your lungs.

Dabi expected you to fall on top of him, ready for the impact of all your weight ontop of him but you managed to fall to the side.. smirking, he greedily took in the image of you lurched over and grinned while he watched you shrink. Before the smoke and flames could clear he grabbed you and took off.

You were bigger and buffer than him before, with him carrying you the size difference in your normal form was still enough to keep up his excitement.. your hand that laid over his shoulder was almost twice the size of his.. did you really finish shrinking or were you naturally this big? He shuddered, thinking of all the things you could do to him if he wasn’t so sly and greedy. He always got what he wanted, and he wanted you.

—

He brought you to a hidden area, not that far away from the actual fight but far enough that it would be considered an evacuated zone.

You came to almost as soon as he dropped you to the ground, and he smiled deviously while you blinked away the pain- trying to stand only to stumble around without finding your footing.

“Havent you found yourself in a fun scenario, hero?”

Looking up, you caught the bright eyes of Dabi, he sat on a chair with his legs crossed.. you went to attack but only fell to clutch your side.

The after effects from your secondary trait kicking in, your thoughts no longer all that self preserving or even coherent.

“Gotta say.. that form you took out there. I’d love to know more about it.”

Wincing, you sat down on the ground.. staring up at the man who looked like he would eat you alive..

“W..what do you mean?”

He chuckled, smoothly moving to sit infront of you- running a finger up your neck and only lightly grazing before you slapped his hand away. The finger glistened with a thin veil of your sweat, silence halted in your throat as you watched his pierced tongue lick and suck on the finger..

“You’re so big.. does that go for the rest of you?”

Going to crawl on his hands and knees, he inches closer to you- his arousal growing as he smelled you.

It wasn’t unpleasant, your faint odour covered by a cologne smell and the scents mixed only furthered his thoughts. You didn’t dare move, unsure what he was actually trying to do but the way he took in deep breathes right by your neck.. it made you gulp and want to.. you weren’t sure what you were going to do.

“It would be so fun to play with you in that form.. have you ever tried it? Do ya think anyone could even take you without being torn in half?”

“What the hell? What are you saying?!”

He pulled away with a frown, lowering himself to your thighs and only hovering above them.

“You saying it’s never been a thought? Cmon.. most people would kill to have someone as large as you tear them up..”

Your breathe hitched, blush coming over your face.. the realization hit you. He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t scared of your form back there.. he was.. aroused?

“You’re not scared? My quirk didn’t scare you?!”

Dabi chuckled, taking in and reading your body language, deciding to run his hands across your thighs and up to flutter over your waist.

“I’m a villain, it takes a lot to scare me and I would never be scared of some hero.. I can tell you’re weak and won’t be able to get away from me..”

Licking his lips, his eyes trailed up to yours as he laid his cheek on your plush thigh

“Why don’t you have some fun? Push your quirk to the limit, let me see how big you really are..”

He couldn’t help it, the need, the want, for you to fuck him silly- tear him to shreds, it ached and throbbed inside of him.

You stared down at him, it had been a thought of yours but.. it was never an idea that you’d sleep with a villain!

—

Sweat, musk, a thick fragrance filled the room. It reeked in the best ways- it smelled like sex and desperation. It smelled like sin.

A hero and villain fucking each other as if it was still a life or death battle, aggressive moans and screams emptied themselves between each wall in attempts to fight their ways outside.

Dabi laid with his face pressed against the ground, tongue hanging out of his mouth while he panted like a dog. His free forming moans and whining sounding strangled from his throat.

“Such a filthy fucking villain.. where is your pride? What’s all.. this for?”

His eyes rolled back into his head, the degrading insinuations of your words bounced around his head. A life where he only stood by to be a toy for a hero would truly be a scandalous turn of events- imagine that?! All his hard work to get where he is, all the hardships, the reputation he built.. only to be dummied down to nothing but a slut for a hero..

Every buck of your hips left even less of his pride and self worth- god you were big. It felt so full. Your dick was almost in his guts and rearranging his intestines- he swore!

“What’s that? Got something to say? Let me hear it, tell me with your big boy words.”

His lip quivered, knowing he couldn’t speak through his own sounds he resorted to writhing under you.

“That’s what I thought.”

You pulled out, letting go of his waist and sitting back. Dabi looked behind him, seeing you catching your breathe and pumping yourself.

“Get over here. Now.”

With legs like jelly, he moved to pathetically crawl towards you and sit in your lap.

“Ride it.”

With a weak nod his hand reached around to fill himself up again. With tears in his eyes he tried to bounce himself- only to have his legs tremble under him and threaten to give out.

Nothing he did satisfied how you fucked him. But, his protesting whines fell on deaf ears- the look in your eyes burnt at his skin.

He needed more.

Tears started to pour from his bright eyes, with a smirk you used your quirk on his tears and made a small and razor sharp blade from the sweet liquid.

It went to his throat and pricked his skin, his sensitive scarred skin being nicked made him cry harder.

“Finish yourself, I’m getting bored.”

With a choked sob, he bounced with every drop of energy he had.. all the exhaustion from being abused by the fight and by your dick catching up far too quickly- he wasn’t done! It just wasn’t enough time but through it all he made himself cum. The gooey liquid hitting his chest and shooting just underneath his own chin.

“How pathetic. Disappointing. Can’t be a good villain and can’t even be a good fuck!”

Your hand came up and shoved his face away harshly, forcing him to fall back and get pinned by you once again- the small blade threatening his jugular once more as you laid atop of him.

“Now, I need to get myself taken care of since you wasted my time.”

With a rough thrust, your full length intruded his tight hole and hit against his gummy walls.. every thrust was deep and harsh. Dabi could only lay under you weakly and let you have your way with his body.

He wasn’t scared by your form, he was scared of you. How could a hero be this mean in sex? What a filthy and unhero-like mouth you had.. what a filthy and lewd body you had.

The time you spent abusing his body wasn’t even a tangible thought that he couldn’t comprehend- he felt like it’d been years and his body wanted to give up so badly. When he felt the hot load of cum shoot across his stomach he let out a shuttering breathe- his ass already clenching around nothing.

He needed to keep you somehow.. he needed to see you at your best if this was you tired and aching..

“And yeah, to answer you question.. it all grows. Don’t think you could handle it though, even if you are such a slut.”

With a weak smirk, he watched you leave him alone in all his shame- the faint smell of you left on his skin and making him want to try you again.

With a final shred of energy, he used a finger to pick up your cum on his stomach and shoving it down his throat.

It made every dirty thought he had resurface.. you tasted amazing. He needed more. He’d find you alone again, and show you he isn’t this weak and could please you more, he could impress you.

He wanted a hero to ruin him, and it needed to be you.

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summary | 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝟥 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌

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author’s note | 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐. 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐

𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌

𝗁𝗈𝗐?

𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌?

𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗏𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗒.

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖴.𝖠'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗍'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅���𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖪𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌? 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅!

𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗐.

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𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗃𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺. " 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖸/𝖭, 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? " 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈'𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. "𝗍-𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗈𝗇- 𝗎𝗀𝗁!~ 𝖸/𝖭 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈.. " 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍.

𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍. " 𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗁.. 𝗈𝗁 𝖸/𝖭!~ " " 𝗒-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾. " 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. " 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖸/𝖭, 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌~ " " 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.. " 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋.

𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒'𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽.

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾. 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌. 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.

" 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌? 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽?~ "

𝗈𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝖽.

𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?

[stinkysam]

Jin Bubaigawara - Sleepless

Warning : nsfw, top!reader, spit, slight somnophilia, blowjob, handjob, come eating, two orgasms, crying.

Genre : smut

Synopsis : Horny twice waking up his bf at night to fuck but reader is too tired to do anything so he tells twice to fuck himself on his cock

Reader : male (you/yours)

>Non mlm dni

You were sleeping peacefully until something nudged you gently.

"[Name]."

You tried to ignore it, turning around and pulling the sheet above your head. Yet it didn't stop.

"[Name], I'm horny. We wanna fuck ! Only if you're okay with it."

"Mnh, I'm too tired, do it yourself." You said turning back around to face him, lazily getting rid of your pants. Jin helped you eagerly, already excited at the idea, humming a song you couldn't quite tell what it was.

Once your pants were discarded, Jin went to work, spitting on your cock, a poor imitation for lube, and began to gently stroke you before taking your soft dick in his mouth.

Bobbing his head slowly and fondling your balls with his hands, your dick began to harden at the attention. You let out a sigh, as you repositioned yourself for more comfort you accidentally humped his mouth, making him gag around you.

"Sorry. Needed to move."

Jin hummed what you could imagine was a "That's fine." before sucking you again.

Once you were fully hard, you placed your hand in his hair, pulling him away. He let out a whine at the gesture but obeyed nonetheless. His cock, on the contrary to yours, was painfully hard, standing proudly between his thighs.

"Can you give me your hand, love ?"

You did as he asked, placing your right hand in his. He moved a bit, approaching himself and you felt something by the tip of your fingers. He opened your hand and placed his dick on your palm before closing it, before slowly fucking himself in your hand. Jin moaned at the sensation, hips bucking against your firmly closed hand.

"Fuck, so good…" he whimpered, fastening his pace, keeping your hand closed around his dick with his balls slapping against your wrist.

Jin came fast, cum spurting out of your hand to fall on the bed-sheets, moaning your name so loudly it snapped you awake.

"Babe, c'mon, be quiet please ?"

"I'm sorry, love, ah… it felt- it felt too good."

"Mh, I'm glad." You smiled.

He pulled out of your hand, "Can you… can you lick it please ? Lick it clean, bitch !"

You sighed but complied, licking the come out of your hand as Jin watched intently. His hands were on your dick, jerking you slowly.

He spat once more on your cock before aligning it with his ass, slowly pushing it in.

"Fuck… [Name]..."

One hand was on his mouth, stopping himself from moaning too loudly. Instead he mewled, blushing hard at the sounds coming out of his mouth. But it didn't take long for him to moan again, fucking himself on your cock at a slow pace. He didn't want to come yet again. It was torture to go this slowly but he had no other choice. Mewling and crying, Jin began to babble softly, letting out praise and loving words. You weren't doing anything but it was still perfect in his eyes.

You were awake now, you couldn't sleep over all the noise he made so you decided to watch instead, and what a sight.

His dick was hard again, precum pooling at the base as his balls slapped against your lower abdomen when he fastened his pace.

He came loudly again, crying out your name as tears spilled down his face.

He kept fucking himself until you came, he was now crying from the overstimulation. You held your hand out for him to lean his face on and you gently caressed his cheek with your thumb.

"You did good, love."

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: implied noncon, break-up, toxic relationship, crazy ex-boyfriend, intrusive thoughts, anger issues

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about gamer boyfriend who doesn’t know what he has before it’s gone…

You told him you were leaving, but it didn’t dawn on him that’s what you’d meant. He was deep in-game—he couldn't pay attention to your whining. He figured you went out to the store or something, but later, after midnight, he realized he was hungry, and you were nowhere. Not in the kitchen making dinner, not in his bed sleeping, and not in the bathroom either. 

Did you go home? He wonders, standing alone in the dark, empty silence—feeling a little put off at the sight of his room—how even in the dim light, it’s a clear fucking mess. You usually tidy up a bit for him, but you hadn’t this time—no, there’s old underwear and socks everywhere, shirts and hoodies too, empty cans and pizza boxes. It’s a bit gross, actually, he admits while scratching his neck. 

The drawer he’d dedicated to you in his dresser is open and empty. Did you take everything to get it cleaned? You are a bit of a neat freak—unlike him. Suppose that would be something you’d do. Weird of you not to take any of his laundry as well, though.

Oh, well. He shoots you a “gn bby” on his phone, then collapses on his bed and falls asleep—smiles a bit as he does so—it’s nice not having you here to tell him to undress and go shower first. Yeah, you can be such a nag sometimes.

He wakes up late in the day. You’re not there. Usually, you come over to wake him with some breakfast. He checks his phone—you didn’t reply last night. It isn't that weird—you were probably already asleep at that point. But why didn’t you answer when you woke up? There’s no way you’re still asleep, right? 

Fuck, he’s hungry.

“gm,” he sends—contemplates asking you what’s up but doesn’t. You must be busy with something not to have checked your phone yet.

The entire day goes by, and you still don’t answer. He doesn’t take it too hard. But he won’t deny being a bit miffed.

It’s when three days go by that he’s well and truly confused. He’s sent you several texts at this point, even called you a few times, getting a little worried something had happened to you before he got the message that he’d been blocked. 

What the fuck’s going on with you?

He thinks back to the last time he saw you. What did you even say? He can’t remember. Something about being tired—something, something—I’m leaving.

He swallows thickly. No… No way, that’s what you meant, right? No, can’t be. You love him. You’re his pretty girlfriend. The one that comes with his food and later comes back for his bowl. The one that sucks his dick under his desk as he goes on a kill streak. The warm pillow he uses when he finally drags his bad posture to the bed and falls asleep.

No. Where the fuck are you? Are you sick or something? Yeah, must be, right? So delirious you’ve managed to block him somehow. You were probably only trying to call him back. You were never so tech-savvy—a fever must have worsened it. He should go to you. He can bring his pc. Or no, he can get you and bring you back here. Yeah, that would be easier.

He calls your roommate, tells her he’s coming, and asks her to let you know to get ready.

“What are you talking about?” she says through a piece of gum—her voice all dull as if bothered to have picked up the phone. Or, rather, she sounds a bit drunk. There’s music in the background. “Girl broke up with you, didn’t she?”

His blood runs cold at that. A lump forms in his throat—a thick, unmovable lump that makes him think he’s about to throw up. “N-no, she didn’t.”

“Hey!” she calls out, not to him, though—she’s covered the mic with her hand. He only hears the muted distortion of voices and bass through it before your roommate comes back to him. 

“Sorry—she’s telling me a different story,” she relays, popping her gum in his ear before sneering—or, at least, that’s what he pictures. “Honestly, how long did you think she was gonna put up with cleaning up after you anyway? I know I wouldn’t last half as long as she has.” The lump in his throat grows thicker, swelling up until it's choking him. “Anyway, good luck.”

She hangs up, and he drops his phone. There’s a crack as it hits the floor. And then something wet on his face. Something hot. Something searing as it tracks down his cheeks and drops off like acid onto the floor. 

What should he do? What do you want him to do? To tidy up? He can do that! He’s not some imbecile like your friend makes him out to be who can’t even do the basics of chores. Of course, he can! And so that’s what he does—hands shaking as he tidies. 

It feels foreign, and he’s not even sure where to start. And it quickly proves to be a lot worse than what he’d thought. Beyond stinky clothes and dirty dishes, there’s trash, rotten food, sticky surfaces, and other things he can’t even put a name to. It’s gross, actually. Downright disgusting. How long’s it been like this?

Even after everything’s put in order, there’s a smell that lingers and no end to the dust he has to clean—cringing at the little insects that come crawling out of their hiding spots. Geez—has it really been this bad?

He falls asleep on the floor at some point—having completely forgotten to eat—then wakes up feeling awful the next day. The kitchen is barren, and so he orders take-out. Eats and then goes back to cleaning. There’s still a lot left.

It’s barely recognizable once he’s done. Nice and bright and tidy and clean. There’s a sum of a dozen large black trash bags in the hallway he needs to take out, but other than that, everything’s perfect—perfectly presentable to have you come over again.

Still, he gives it a couple of days. He knows you. You’re going to change your mind. You’re too sweet to be breaking up with him. Too nice. You wouldn’t just leave him, not like this. Yeah, you’re only trying to teach him a lesson—after a while, you’ll come back on your own. You’ll be ecstatic over what he’s done with the place—apologetic even as you tell him you were wrong about him—and then everything will go back to normal. Make-up sex and everything. 

But you don’t. No. You’re nowhere to be seen or found—even after a week’s passed. You’re still gone. And he’s starting to believe you might just be gone for real.

No. He sees what this is. You’re waiting for the grand gesture, aren’t you? He never knew you could be so petty—but it’s actually kind of cute. Fine then. He’ll play along—come crawling to you on his hands and knees with the best apology you’ve ever heard. And then you can end this whole thing.

And so he finds himself at your place, pressing the buzzer, not knowing if he’s catching you at home—if not, he’ll just try again tomorrow, and so on until he does. He hears someone at the other side of the door—they must be looking at him through the peephole. It takes a while before the locks click and open.

“Hey…”

It’s you. 

“Hi,” he smiles in return, happy to see you. He’s been so nervous, but somehow, your face and voice are enough to calm him down.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

Oh, of course. You weren’t expecting him. Still, it feels weird of you not to gush happily over the surprise and rush him inside. It’s not every day he goes outside—you should be a little impressed.

But no, of course, you’re playing the part of fed-up girlfriend—acting hard-to-get. He’s got you—he’ll play his part, so don’t worry.

“I wanted to apologize,” he announces. “I haven’t been a good boyfriend—I see that now. But I’ll be better from now on, I promise—come over, and I’ll prove it to you.”

As far as apologies and promises go, he thinks that sounded pretty smooth—not too desperate, not too demanding. Pretty slick, if he can say so himself.

And so, why aren’t you smiling? He can understand being nervous—so is he—but why do you look guilty?

“That’s really nice. And… I’m really happy you’re looking better. But…” you start, and his gut’s already wrenching. “I think you need more time for yourself to just… enjoy what it’s like to be independent, you know?” 

No, he doesn’t know. What are you saying? And why are you holding onto the doorknob like that? Holding it steady as if you’re planning to shut it as soon as you can—why?

“Thanks for stopping by. It was nice seeing you—it really was. Take care of yourself, okay?”

It’s shutting—his plans—disappearing right before his face. He knows he isn’t owed a second shot, but this isn’t fair. You can’t be serious—are you?

“What? No, wait—” He stops you, weighing his own hand on the door, keeping it open. “Listen, I’m good now. I’ve pulled it together, you’ll see—I’ll come in, and we’ll talk about it.”

You resist, using both hands to almost push the door back on him. “I have company, so—”

“What’s up?” another voice announces himself—deep and presentful. He comes into view behind you—taller than you, taller than him—looking down his nose at him with a raised brow. “Who’s this?”

You look a bit panicked—no, embarrassed. “Oh, uhm—”

Why are you embarrassed? “Who’s that?” The bitterness in his voice surprises even himself—loaded with the same type of spite he seethes with when players use cheats to win.

“He’s an old friend, but he was just leaving,” you say, but you’re not speaking to him. No, you stroke a hand over the guy’s broad chest, looking up at him apologetically before turning back to him again, voice strict in a way he’s never heard, “Bye.”

“But—”

You shut the door. On him. In his face. 

His skin crawls—goosefleshed and chilled. Was that a date? No, right? You have a brother, don’t you? Yes, must be. No way you’re dating. There’s no way, right? It’s only been a week… no way you’ve moved on in only a week, right?

You looked really nice—wearing that sweet blouse with all the little bows and that cute little skirt you’d always wear out on dates. Damn, when was the last time the two of you went on a date? Must be months ago, if he can’t even remember. 

Come to think of it, the two of you would always have sex when you wore that skirt. Yeah, it’s your fuck-me-skirt. Are you going to fuck this guy too now? On the first date? Is it your first date? No, probably not—who has their first date at home? That’s more like a third or even fourth or fifth date, right? Were you dating him while the two of you were still together? Have you been cheating on him all this time? Laughing at him behind his back—talking shit with your bitch-roommate? About what a pathetic loser he is? About how he’s a slob who can’t take care of himself? How he needs you? Have you!?

He shouldn't be texting you all this from a random number. He knows that, but the full realization doesn’t dawn on him before it’s too late, and he’s sent you over a hundred messages, some small and others at such a length they take up more than what the screen allows. What the fuck’s he doing? He’d bought the new sim so that he could contact you in an emergency, not to spam you with accusations like some crazy ex. 

He starts deleting them—in some desperate wishful thinking, with the hope you wouldn’t see them, but then the dotted line starts beating, jumping in taunt. His eyes are wide as he stares at it, holding his breath. Ten seconds pass before it disappears—no message sent.

You blocked him again. And he can’t blame you.

And yet, he can’t let you go, either. 

He spends the first few weeks hauled up at home—his flat becoming as trashed as ever as he doomscrolls all your socials through a fake account. You’ve deleted all the pictures of him—even the ones of yourself when you’ve been with him. There’s no evidence the two of you were even dating.

How could you do this? How could you erase him like this?

He has questions, and he needs answers. You can’t just do this—the two of you haven’t even had the talk—he hasn’t even got to say his side yet!

He just wants to talk to you—why won’t you let him? He just wants you to hear him out. He deserves that much. But since you’re not giving him any option of contacting you, he’s had to resort to medieval methods—lurking outside your apartment like some creep, eyes peeled on your building’s entrance, waiting for you to show.

He’s there for hours, patiently—refusing to go home—thinking he’ll be there all night if he has to.

But then there you are—coming out of the complex, stepping down the alley, dressed all nice for the night. You seem to be in a hurry—are you on your way to another date? Well, wherever you’re going and whoever you’re meeting, they can wait.

“I need to talk—” he doesn’t get the words out.

You’d noticed him following you and tried to out-pace him—make him lose interest. But the area your flat’s situated in is a sketchy one—at least for girls, and you’d made the decision long ago that you’d never walk outside unprepared. And so, as soon as feeling the stranger's hand on your arm, you whip around to maze him right in the face.

“Argh!” he screeches and stumbles back, hands covering his eyes. “Fuck—ow-fuckin’dammit, shit—what the fuck did you do that for? Fuck—”

You were going to make a run for it, but the familiar voice has you halt—wait a minute…

You call his name, and sure enough, it’s him who looks up at you through the teary redness of your pepper spray assault. 

“Oh my god, shit—I’m so sorry—I thought you were a—” you stop yourself. “Fuck—never mind. Come—” You link his arm with yours and lead him back inside the apartment you just left. “I’ll help you rinse—I’m so sorry.”

You rush him to the bathroom, seating him atop the toilet lid as you wet a cloth and start soaking his face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see it was you—” you apologize again. “Are your eyes okay?”

“Not really,” he hisses through clenched teeth, though steals himself soon after. “But they're getting better…”

His face unswells after a good thirty minutes, after which he’s able to keep his eyes open again—sore and no doubt bloodshot, yet fine, if not for that. You’ve moved him into the living room instead, having done what you could to rinse off your attack—having provided him with an apologetic glass of water. Now sitting with him, waiting for the effects to wear off.

It feels nice to be with you again despite the circumstances—but it’s awkward how you don’t speak.

“You look nice,” he says—trying to break the tension. It’s not as if the two of you are strangers, and so you shouldn’t act like it.

“Oh, I’m going to a party—roomie’s already there, so…” you say, sitting at the edge of your seat. “If you’re okay, I should probably head out… soon.”

A silence fills his head, as well as the room—a heavy stillness before a single word leaves him. “What?” His face sinks—part confusion, part offense, and something else—something that makes his voice come out accusatory and outraged, “You maze me in the face, and you’re just gonna fuck off to a party?”

Your eyes widen.“Well… it’s—”

“No—what the fuck?” He stands abruptly. His head’s so empty except for the blinding darkness slowly overtaking it—leaving him feeling boiling and all but nuclear. “That’s all I get? Are you fucking serious?” He’s shouting now—and then he’s on you, with one hand fisting your pretty dress and another around your throat. “First, you dump me without warning, assault me like some maniac, give me a lousy apology, and then tell me to fuck off? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

You splutter his name and push, but it’s like fighting a wall.

“Where are you actually going dressed like that, huh? What’s so fucking important? Is it another date? What, with that same oaf I saw here last time? Or is it someone new already? I know how flighty you can be. I mean, fuck, I knew you were a little freaky, but I didn’t know I was dating a fucking slut!”

His strength comes as a complete and utter devastating shock. You’d think sitting in a chair all day would make any muscle obsolete—but the hands holding you don’t right now is more than anything you could hope to fight against.

“Stop! Get off me—” you cry, thrashing hopelessly as he lifts your dress and rips your lace panty down your thighs. 

A growl in his voice and nothing but rage on his face.

“If anyone can get it—I might as well help myself.”

♡ BNHA – Shigaraki, Dabi, Denki, Kirishima ♡ BLLK – Nagi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[luviisabella]

Stubborn!Bakugou who completely denies the idea of possibly liking you when Kirishima asks.

“Like hell. Who would like some idiot like that?”

“Whatever you say man.” And Kirishima can’t help but smile knowing the truth.

Stubborn!Bakugou who secretly watches as your desk fills up with chocolates and love letters on Valentines Day. A silent scoff in disgust at the guys who fawned over you.

Stubborn!Bakugou who laughs at you for coming back to the dorms soaking wet because you offered your umbrella to someone else and now you’re drenched and cold.

“No one told you to be nice.”

After he walked away he leaned against the wall asking himself, “Why the hell did I say that??”

Stubborn!Bakugou who gags when you show him your Halloween costume, you decided to dress up as a witch. A cute pink little witch hat, your dress that was pink and black, tight at the top and loose at the bottom and it wasn’t too short either, black tights and cute little black flats. You even had a candy apple to offer.

“Tsk.” He got up from the couch. “Halloween is for babies.” And he walked away turning the corner.

What you didn’t see was him clenching his heart to keep it from jumping out of his chest. “So fucking cute.” He thought to himself in attempt to keep himself together.

—

“Kats-?” You look up at him as you open your room door.

He stood there for a moment, frozen in place.. what was he doing here?? Why the hell did he-

and you just kissed him.

You knew exactly why he was being fussy.

He didn’t push you away either, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer and that was confirmation you were right. Kirishima had told you about it because he expected Bakugou to never say anything, probably letting the feelings build and spill over.

“I like you too dummy.”

[finsplurtz]

— waking up to a horny Bakugo gulp

He’s all squirmy and touchy, kissing sloppily at your neck. “I need you yn…” he’d whine pathetically as he’d grind his clothed dick on your thigh. “hon, you have work in the morning..” you kiss back. He has an important job tomorrow, you can’t take away his walking abilities tonight. “I don’t care yn pleeease~..” he sounds so cute and needy:(

having him sit in between your legs and wrapping your hand around his and guiding it to his dick.“you can make do with this, can’t you..?” You whisper into his ear, kissing his neck. He’d whimper and grind up into his own hand. He’s all sweaty and loud, chasing after an orgasm. “look at my hand hon..” he’d looked down at your hand moving with his, he’d gasp and let out a small cry. Hold him by his jaw as you whisper dirty little things into his ear. “aren’t you needy tonight…don’t worry.. next time I’ll make sure to take real good care of you..put that tight hole of yours into use..~” He’d moan so loudly, curse words falling out of his mouth. you’re fighting the urge to have him bounce on your cock it’s killing you

“you’d like that..~?” You tighten your hand around his having him jerk up. “y-ye…yes..”

“yeah..?” “mmhm..! fuck I’m go-..nna c-come..fuck fuck fuck..” his dick would twitch violently just at your voice. “wanna come, baby?” The smirk can be heard in your voice and it has him spiraling “yh…please..” he’d beg humping into his hand. you whisper something into his ear before sucking at his neck as he perks up and releases all over his and your hands. “fuuuck…hngh..~” his mind is going blank as you stroke him thru his orgasm. Little noises leave his mouth and his hand goes limp.

You use his thighs to get off when he’s sound asleep

[ghostsy]

Stay

YANDERE x READER

WARNINGS: yandere, implied imprisonment, a lil angsty

read at your own discretion.

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“Don’t leave me.”

The arm wrapped around her middle tightened, squeezing the remaining air from her lungs. But she stifled her discomfort; he would only ever reprimand the feeling. 

“I won’t.”

It had been like this for a while now; where he crawled into bed at night, oftentimes after he made sure to thoroughly bed her, and wrapped himself around her like a child–an overgrown child with strength that could snap her in half if he so chose. But a child nonetheless.

The whining was new, though. 

“I’m serious,” He rasped, breath tickling against her hair, “Don’t you ever leave me.” 

As if it were her choice. She was silent for a moment; what response could she give that would assuage his paranoia, or more pertinently, spare her the consequence of his rage? 

“I’d die,” He continued, lips brushing her ear, “I’d kill everyone, and then I’d die.”

“You won’t die,” She sighed out the words, trying and failing to stamp down her building annoyance, but self-preservation won out in the battle against her own emotions, “I’m here, so you won’t die.”

She felt his heartbeat speed where his chest pressed against her, “No,” He curled deeper into her if it were even possible, face pressed to the crook of her neck, “But you’d like me to, wouldn’t you?”

Before she could respond, she felt wetness on her skin. Was he crying? “Bet you dream about it,” She’d never seen him cry before, never seen a chink in the armor, “Leaving me here to rot.” She didn’t like the uncomfortable burn in her chest as she listened to the shuddering breaths behind her. It had to be pity. Of course, it was pity.

“That’s okay, you can dream,” The rasp of his voice made even deeper with the cracks in his words, “You can dream all you want, so long as you’re here with me when you wake,” Before she could even consider her actions, she was turning in his arms. Or struggling to, only succeeding as he lessened his iron grip when he was sure she wasn’t trying to leave. 

His eyes were wide when she was face to face with him, no doubt surprised she’d chosen to be closer to him of her own free will. He was handsome, with a devastating kind of beauty to the lines of his face. She always thought it cruel, a handsome monster she was chained to forever. 

“I don’t,” She breathed, lips uncomfortably close to his own, “Want you to die, I mean. I don’t want it.” She wasn’t sure if she was lying, but the words had the opposite effect she’d intended.

His brows furrowed in the way they usually did before red hot anger took control, but the night was full of surprises, it seemed, because this heat was only directed at himself.

“You should,” He spat, the arm at her waist squeezing so harshly she couldn’t help but wince. He weakened his grip immediately upon notice, "You should hate me," And she saw what she could only call self-disgust swimming in his eyes.

“Yes, I should,” The words spilled out before she could stop them, but this moment between them felt it was owed honesty, promised safety. 

“I’d still love you if you did,” It was a breathless confession, and he pressed his forehead against her own, eyes closed, “No matter what, I would still love you,” He made it sound like an apology, like he knew his love was a torture he’d inflicted on her without reprieve. 

“That’s stupid.” She sighed out the words, but her hand came to rest at his cheek, nearly admiring. Admiring the unbelievability of his vulnerability. 

“Yeah,” He huffed out a low laugh between the unsteady breaths, and turned to press a kiss to her palm, “It is kind of stupid.”

There was a sort of finality to the words. Because in the end, his cruelty masked as love, stupid as it was, was not something either of them could escape. It was a painful realization that he hadn’t just trapped her in a cage, but locked her into his own.

Her fingers traced patterns along his jaw, and their eyes met in the low light of the early morning hours. Maybe when the sun rose he’d return to the monster she knew, and she would only have this moment as a memory with a man she thinks she could have loved. She’d take a moment.

Slowly she inched forward, and his breath hitched, fingers flexing where they rested against her skin. Before she could connect them she froze, considering, hesitating, rethinking. But he took the opportunity, and pressed forward, lips uncharacteristically soft against her own, before retreating nearly as quickly. A stolen kiss. Unbearably cruel in its deceptive innocence. 

“Just tell me,” He whispered it like a secret, “Tell me you’ll stay with me.”

“I will.”

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Couldn't pick just one character, but had a few in mind:

BNHA: Bakugou, Shinso, Todoroki Shoto

JJK: Yuta, Megumi

Blue Lock: Nagi, Rin

Haikyuu: Oikawa, Bokuto, Kuroo

BSD: Dazai, Chuuya

[dreamyblossommwrites]

Bakugou having a soft spot for his gf

Its not like you two told everyone youre dating, one day you just decided to start a relationship after long time of dancing around eachother. There was no big announcement to your friends that now you date Katsuki, but you also didnt hide it either. If someone asked you whats going on with you two, you would answer honestly, and you think Kats would do the same.

But Its not like anyone would ask, even if they are not 100% sure, they can see all the signs.

They see how his angry look becomes soft the second you enter the room, how all his attention is on you when you say or do something in the common area. He even shares his spicy ramen with you! And dont get me started on the movie nights with bakusquad, how he lets you rest your head on his arm, going completely motionless when he realize youre asleep. Only barking at the rest to "shut the hell up" when they are to loud, ignoring the teasing from his friends. Oh and the little, almost not visible smirk appearing on his face when you ran up to him, all happy and proud of yourself after you won the training match, giving you a quick pat on the head and a "good job" making you smile even more. Also the little sleepovers in your room? Mina still cant stop laughing when she remembers Bakugou sitting on your bed, watching a movie with you while you apply a face mask on him 😭..

Yeah, you dont need to tell them youre dating. The actions speaks for you two <3

[loveriotss]

DINNER WITH THE TODOROKIS ⸻ shoto todoroki

SYNOPSIS — shoto todoroki invites reader over to a family dinner just to get on endeavor's nerves. REQUEST — "Hi...Could I request a Shoto x reader, where Shoto brings over the reader to family dinner just to piss off Endeavor? <3" INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, 1.2k words WARNINGS — minor spoiler (change in hero rankings), like one swear word

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

“would you like to have dinner with me and my family next saturday?”

you look up from your homework, your eyes meeting his two-colored ones as you freeze for a second at his sudden request. you and shoto were curled up in your dorm. textbooks, notes and stationary sprawled all over the small round table in the middle of your room while you two were completing an assignment given by mr. aizawa.

“dinner? are you sure i won’t be intruding?” you asked him, your fingers fiddling with your pen.

“my sister invited me to a family dinner again. she has been trying her best to make our family..work. my old man will be there too." your eyes widen for a split second before you relax again. oh yeah having dinner at the same table as the number one hero wasn’t a big deal at all! you can handle that..right? you've watched countless journalists having interviews with the fiery man and have read even more comments about him and his cold personality. you didn't know what scared you more — the fact that he was the top hero of Japan or that he was the father of shoto.

“oh..are you sure he won't get mad or anything?" you ask nervously. "if he even tries to be rude to you, we can leave. i don't want you to feel uncomfortable. i'm sorry if this seems like a selfish request of mine..i just wish to see his reaction towards you. i understand if you're busy or don't wish to accompany me-" “NO” you interrupted hurriedly, face turning red as shoto looked at you, slightly startled by the sudden interruption. you cleared your throat before speaking again, “i mean, i’m not busy. i'd love to join you all for dinner.”

shoto’s eyes immediately return to his paper at your words, a hint of red on his cheeks. “okay, I’ll let fuyumi know,” he says with a soft smile on his face.

you stood nervously in front of the gate to the todoroki abode. the exterior of the residence looked like any other traditional japanese house with a stone path leading to the front door. the greenery around the house was neat and well maintained. the house seemed to be emitting a soft glow. you fidgeted with your fingers, wishing you’d had a little more time to practice your “not-freaking-out” face.

you didn't realize how tense your body was until shoto slithered his fingers between yours, interlocking them and giving them a soft squeeze. you relaxed into his touch and gave him a smile before ringing the doorbell.

a pretty young lady with white hair that had hints of red mixed with them emerged from the house and excitedly greeted the two of you, she must be shoto's sister.

"shoto! i'm so glad you're here!" she said before turning towards you and grabbing both your hands, a sparkle in her eyes as she spoke, "and you must be y/n! shoto has told me so much about you! it's so nice to meet you!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"hello! nice to meet you too! thank you so much for having me today!" you say, returning her energy.

"thank you for clearing your busy schedules to drop by! and please, call me fuyumi!" she states as she gestures for you two to come in.

you turn your head towards shoto for a moment, mouthing a "she's nice," before following behind fuyumi.

the house wasn't very modern, with tatami mats and sliding doors everywhere. the air was slightly cold but still comfortable enough. there was a delicious aroma in the air; it seemed fuyumi had gone all out. there was the slightest scent of incense sticks wafting down from a hallway but you brushed it off.

fuyumi led you two to a room that consisted of a table surrounded by traditional japanese seats. the dining table was elegantly set, with a feast of rich dishes spread out across the table. however, the air in this room seemed much more tense than it did outside. at the head of the table sat a tall sturdy man who you immediately recognized as endeavor. two seats down to his left sat a young man with white hair.

"hello!" you start, trying to sound as confident as possible, "my name is y/n l/n. thank you for having me!".

"call me natsuo, I am shoto's older brother. it's nice to meet you." says the white-haired man. "it's nice to meet you too natsuo!" you exclaimed happily before turning to endeavor.

"it's nice to meet you, mr. todoroki." you say firmly. endeavor’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he managed a curt nod. “likewise. let’s get on with dinner.”

as you took your seat, you noticed endeavor’s gaze occasionally flicking towards shoto, a mixture of curiosity and irritation in his eyes. meanwhile, shoto ignored his father's eyes and carried on eating his cold soba. you could tell that his relaxed demeanor was deliberately designed to get under endeavor’s skin.

as the dinner flowed, you made small conversations with fuyumi and natsuo while shoto piped in once in a while. the room was filled with soft laughter, the clinking of utensils, and occasional requests to pass dishes.

“so, l/n,” endeavor started gruffly, causing your attention to immediately snap to him, “how did you and shoto meet?” you took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “we are in the same class. shoto and i were paired for a project and we gradually became closer because of that.”

endeavor’s eyes sharpened. “and what do you think of my son’s… career aspirations?” you hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “I think shoto is very dedicated to his work. he’s passionate about what he does.”

a flicker of surprise crossed endeavor’s face, but he quickly masked it with a gruff nod. the conversation continued with a noticeable tension, but you were able to keep the mood from becoming too uncomfortable.

as the meal came to a close and dessert was served, endeavor’s demeanor was a mix of frustration and reluctant acceptance.

“well, y/n,” endeavor said as he stood up, “it’s been… interesting having you here. i hope you enjoyed the meal.” “thank you for having me,” you replied sincerely, giving him a warm smile, “i did enjoy it.”

you bid farewell to natsuo and fuyumi, thanking her for the food as you and shoto made your way out. once you two were a few blocks down, you let out a content sigh, "i'm glad that went well. i almost shit my pants while talking to your dad."

shoto let out a little laugh as he interlocked his fingers with yours. "thank you..for doing this." he says, looking down at his feet as you both stroll down the sidewalk. "of course, shoto. this type of rebel behavior is fun sometimes." you reply while giggling.

shoto smiles down at you as he squeezes your hand, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling you in closer, arms wrapping around your waist as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

"i love you." he whispers.

you gently tangle your fingers into the back of his hair as you whisper back, "i love you too."

NOTE — first time writing a full length fic lmk how i did 😓🙏 (dont be mean i will cry). i rewatched the scene when shoto brings bakugo and izu to his home for dinner for some inspoo. YK I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA MAKE THIS ANGSTY but guys i believe in endeavor redemption journey so i just couldn't also i yap so much in these author note things oopsies also i love fuyumi

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[duhlore]

❛ BUT I LOVE MESSIN’ WITH YA !

PAIRINGS; subbot!k. chisaki (overhaul) x reader

CWS; amab!reader, brat taming ig, belly bulge, afab!chisaki, choking, mentions of biting/marking, not mentioned if reader is a hero/villain etc ((up to u >_>)),, cunnlingus/face riding, creampie(s), p in v sex, ooc idfk 😒😒, cowgirl position, lowercase on purposeosos!!,, not proof read

notes: rewatchde mha and im 5 eps away from being doen with s4 and good god overhaul is so..😛😛,,this is lazily done srry but i have TOOOO much shit in my drafts so i needa work on thag.,,,;..

KAI CHISAKI who's always so rude and bossy towards others, pushing and bullying them into doing what he wants them to because he has to get his way all the time for some odd reason, not caring how many nasty comments he has to make to get what he wants. what a brat... KAI CHISAKI who thinks he's better than everyone because of his gigantic ego, like he rules the world or something. it never mattered how small or how little the person was, he always frightened or threatened them enough to do whatever he says. some definitely needs to put him in his place, but no one has the guts to do so because they're all so terrified and intimidated by him... except for you.

a low, almost inaudible whimper falls from kai's lips, a familiar sound you gotten used to as he hovers over your face, staring down at you with half-lidded lust filled eyes. And as he lowers himself down onto your face, he can't contain the moan that immediately left him when he felt your lips suckling on his clit, giving all your attention to the sensitive nub while he began rocking his hips, slowly finding a rhythm.

kai ends up grabbing a fist full of your hand when he's about to cum, grinding down onto your mouth hastily as he desperately chased his orgasm, his soaked pussy making a mess all over your face. and when he does come? he's loud as ever, so loud to the point where he has to cover his mouth with his hand, head thrown back in ecstasy as rides out wave after wave of pleasure.

KAI CHISAKI who'd always keep a stoic face and cold attitude, but when he's around you? he's a completely different person— he's always so loud and whiney whenever you go down on him, his body trembling in ways only you can cause. And he gets wet so easily too... it doesn't matter what you do to him honestly, you could literally just brush your hand against his waist or his thigh and his cunts practically drooling for you, begging for your girthy length.

KAI CHISAKI who loves when you bend his smaller body into all sorts of positions, but his personal favorite is definitely when you let him ride you. It makes him feel like he's in control... at least a little bit. he enjoys being on top because he gets to see your face while he pleases you, which pleases him— a lot.

“hmmph...” kai's breath hitches as he continues to move, his thighs aching while his body screams at him to stop, but he can't bring himself to do so. he loves looking down to see your face, being able to see how much pleasure he was bringing to you as his walls contract around your member. there are pretty marks scattered from his collarbone all the way up to his jawline along with marks on his neck that resembled handprints from you not too long ago, a sign that he belonged to you.

at some point, chisaki's head falls back when he feels your finger start to rub his clit while your other hand press against the bulge of your thick cock poking through his tummy, it was crazy how deep you were— it felt like he could feel you in his fucking throat. there's a white ring forming where the two of you are joined together, the mixture of your fluids causing kai's pussy to make an oddly satisfying squelching sound due to how sticky it was.

KAI CHISAKI who doesn't let anyone control him or forbid him from getting what he wants, but when it comes to you... he's on his knees whenever you ask, willing to give you whatever you want without and doubt or hesitation.

© duhlore,, do not repost or copy at all pls >_>

[madamsommed]

I was just thinking about Bakugou in the Doctor's office with his mother and the doctor suddenly asks how often he has sex.

SUGGESTIVE? (there's no smut but still)

Bakugou doesn't like doctors at all. Whether it's the ones at the hospital or the general practitioners. He finds them obnoxious and nosey. The only reason he sees them is when he's been hurt in battle or when his loving mother forces him to go.

"Why are we here?" Katsuki groans slouching arms folded in the passenger seat of the nice car he bought for his mom.

"Because you haven't gone for a check-up once this year." Mitsuki says stuffing her sunglasses into her already full bag of lord knows what.

"Because I'm fine and I would know that."

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His scowl only deepens as he walks into the smell of medicine flowing in the air of the building. Though he feels better when he finds out he doesn't have to wait and his mother was kind enough to book an appointment.

Unwillingly scurrying off quickly when he sees a fangirl squeal and stand up assuming to ask for a picture.

And for a second he thinks it's not that bad and things will go smoothly until the doctor starts asking all sorts of questions that he's sure aren't relevant at all.

He answers them all quite well until the doctor questions his sex life. And honestly, he was gonna answer in confidence without a second thought until he remembered his mother was sitting right next to him.

"So how often do you have sex?" The doctor asks without an ounce of embarrassment in his voice but then again he probably asks this question often.

"Well uh-"

He cuts himself off and just sits there frozen suddenly uncomfortable with all eyes in the room being on him. Regretting all his choices leading up to this moment.

"I don't- I don't think that's relevant.. at all."

The doctor only chuckles suddenly also uncomfortable with the energy in the room.

"Well uh.. considering the situation it is but would you like mom to step out of the room?"

And he doesn't answer just shrugs his shoulders and gives his mom a questioning look. And now Mitsuki is also uncomfortable with the energy AND the possibility of the answer.

"I don't know is it a worrying answer?" She questions turning the focus back to Katsuki.

"I'm not answering that." He answers letting out a very uncomfortable chuckle.

"Why?"

"I'm just not."

"Do I not wanna know?"

"I just don't feel like you need to know that."

"So I should step out?"

"You should step out."

"Out I go then."

"Yeah."

Mitsuki picks up her bag and walks out in less than a second.

"So.. I'm assuming it's often then." The doctor asks, pen ready in hand to right it down.

"Depends how often you consider often."

[beautifulsenpai]

𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫/𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢/𝗺𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐧/𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐚/𝐠𝐡𝗼𝐬𝐭/𝐝𝐢𝗼/𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚/𝗺𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤/𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢/𝐝𝗼𝐟𝐥𝐚𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐠𝗼 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 (𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈)

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon, incest, abuse of power, sex-slave reader, gangbang

♡ FEM reader

Nasty emperor who’s gone to the pleasure house every day since coming of age. Now middle-aged and a seasoned dictator, fucking his own litter of bastards because they all have his family��s long line of royal hair and eyes—and it gives him some sick sense of pleasure to have made you all—bred to be his own personal harem of half-blood princes and princesses.

Most of you hate him, of course—but none of you can do anything about it. Kept prisoners in pillow rooms, hidden away in the castle. The Kingsguard stands watch, ensuring you all stay put—always on hand for the King’s visit.

You all have your tongues, nipples, clits, and dicks pierced with rings—and yes, he uses a leash on them all to remind you of your place.

He'll wear an open robe—and only that—walking in stride with his cock in hang. And you’ll all kneel for him, in row upon row, as he makes his pick for the evening. Sometimes pointing out a group of three or more for an orgie—other times, singling out just one of you. 

“I created this little pussy—it belonged to me before you ever even came into the world,” he’ll grunt. Fucking your cunt deeply from behind, cockhead cuddling your womb, soon to fill it with his big load—ringed hand pulling that pretty hair you inherited from him, grinning by your ear in huffs and puffs and gross vows, “Gonna breed you, my girl—make you big and round with a pretty sister-daughter or brother-son.”

You cry in disgust, but you don’t dare fight back. It wouldn’t do you any good. Forcing you all to be his little subservient harem of whores is the least of the cruel things he puts you through if you upset him. 

“I’m not just your King—I’m the God that gave you life. You worship me,” he’ll say. “Disobey me, and you’ll face my divine judgment.”

Devine judgment—meaning rope burns, tied up tight and unmoving, allowed no food until you’ve proven your loyalty by making all your fellow half-bloods cum.

Your sisters, in the dozens, will ride your face—while your brothers, two at a time, make full use of both your holes.

And he’ll sit on a throne of blankets and pillows and watch as they all take you—some scared to disobey him and be put in the same position—others equally depraved as him, making a meal of it—each giving you a good slap for not being good children like them.

And that’s how it goes, for hours, until all of them are spent and you—reminded of your place.

♡ BNHA – Enji, AFO ♡ JJK – Kenjaku, Sukuna ♡ AOT – Zeke ♡ DS – Doma, Muzan ♡ HxH – Chrollo

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[luviisabella]

“Mm you’re home” you nuzzled yourself closer to him as he sat on the bed, his weight shifting your body to fall against him.

“Hey.. im sorry I came so late, didn’t think they’d need me for that long.” his voice was soft, his hand coming to gently stroke your cheek as you reached for his hand.

“Let me shower first and then we-“ but before he could get up you huffed in response, all he could do was sigh and look at the pout that sat on your face as you laid with your hands open.

He hesitantly placed his left hand in between yours, the size difference almost funny. His hands were so rough, beaten up too, and covered in scars that you always kissed.

You cupped his hand with your smaller ones and brought it close to you, slowly closing your eyes and just admiring his presence.

He couldn’t help but smile at you before looking over at the window, a display of stars that filled the sky and late city lights still shining and streets occupied with people.

—

“Im proud of you.”

The words caught him off guard, he didn’t look at you, for some reason he couldn’t, his eyes still stuck on the stars.

“You’re a great hero kats and an even greater boyfriend. You always do your best to balance everything out and I see that. I see you.”

You begin tracing a small heart in his palm and he can’t help but shudder at the sensation.

“I love you.” and you held his hand a little tighter this time as you brought it back to your face once more.

There was a moment of silence and that’s when he realized why he recently enjoyed looking at the stars.

Because each one reminded him of you, the reasons he loved you, cared for you, wanted you.. needed you.

This time he turned to look at you, but your eyes were closed, already back to sleep.

—

“I love you too.”

(I love soft katsuki, he loves you so much, and he really does his best to remind you all the time. You’ll always be his favorite star.)

[finsplurtz]

last year of ua you’re sorta slacking off, you realize you’re STRUGGLING in your class late in the year. but not to worry, teacher!Izuku is such a sweetheart, ask for help and he’ll give it to you!

“it’s far too late to turn that in….” you’re kinda stumbling, and you know he’s being serious because he usually lets you turn stuff in LATE late. but there’s gotta be another way. “can’t you make an exception just for me…?” “no” …….. “whatttt ifffff”

and now you’re fucking him on his office desk as he struggles to keep in his noises. keep reminding him of how you’re so much younger than he is nd keep fucking his brains out, makes him cum soo hard

you ACE his class and everyone calls you a teachers pet

makes u giggle

[hollowtakami]

content: NSFW + MDNI! face riding, g/n reader w/ afab anatomy, just throwing my keigo hcs into the hellsite /pos

a/n: tysm for all the love on my posts + new followers! im feeling a lot better now and have a flow for work/tumblr balance! gonna be posting imagines/short fics more than anything too big, but i hope to post more soon:)

Keigo has a big nose, and you can’t tell me otherwise. And fuck, he’s so handsome.

His features are nothing short of heaven for the eyes; a soft smile, eyes that turn hearts to goo and a handsome beak of a nose.

Some people think that big noses are unattractive, but Keigo’s partner is different. They worship every part of him. He was made so perfectly, an angel in disguise.

When you’re riding his face, his tongue teasing your tight hole, your clit brushes against his nose as you rock your hips over his chin. His stubble scratches your labia just right. Every part of Keigo overstimulates you perfectly as you jolt into orgasm, a whimpering mess as you buck into your boyfriend’s mouth as he eats your orgasm, face slick with his reward.