#yandere bhna x reader

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Strawberry Bunny

Day 4 of celebration marathon

Yandere class 1A x bunny!hybrid!fem!reader

-£ ask: “Yandere mha reaction with Strawberry Bunny reader in their bunny form” I was telling them about this so they requested it for this marathon @serxinns

-£words: 1k

-£ warning: yandere behavior, readers fur color being pink and white, bunny from coral island, short fic.

no one knew were you hid yourself at random parts of the day, one minute you’re there and the next you’ve disappeared.

the class was overbearing in your normal form, constantly picked at your cheeks and touching your fluffy ears. no one cared how flustered you got, they’d just coo and continue to baby you. the girls found it comforting to have you on their laps and play with your ears, even enjoying to watch you eat with your nose twitching.

however, todoroki was part of that train. you were his source of comfort when he was angry or needed a break.

Mina liked to dress you up in pink clothes, Tsu would be there taking pictures with Ochako.

deku knew about your quirk front to back like everyone else in his notebook. which foods refilled your energy, how often you took naps, were to scratch your ears. he knew everything about you, good and bad.

however none of them had ever seen you as a bunny. the small animal you turned into made you shy and skittish, and you wanted to rest without your friends petting you. even your teacher, aizawa had never seen you like that before.

“guys,” denki put down the switch in his hands while his friends payed attention to different things. Bakugo and kiri fighting over the game on the tv, Jiuro looking through a magazine while Mina watched tiktoks with her feet rested over kiri.

“do you guys hear that?” the only one to turn their heads was jiuro. She looked around and tried to listen but the boys yelling blocked her from hearing anything.

“No, no,” denki got up from the bed , “it’s whimpering, and it sounds like a animal.” Mina looked up to the boy jumping over her. this caught her attention at the word animal. she placed her phone down and lifted herself up to follow him.

“What animal would be in the dorms? Do you think koji has one?” it wasn’t a bad guess really, the boy did it often.

“Where the hell are you guys going?” The angry blonde shouts while still staring at the tv and smashing the controllers in his hands. “Bring me a coke if you’re going to the kitchen.” Kirishima asked while doing the same as his friend.

they hummed and exited the room and they heard the sound get louder, just outside their door was a vent at the top of the wall. They heard squeaky. Their eyes fell on a small fluffy animal with pink and white fur, the legs kicking around to try and stay in the vent but was close to falling.

“That’s weird,” denki titled his head when he noticed something familiar. You had the same patterns on your ears, he knew them like the back of his hands.

“Don’t just stand there!” Mina elbowed him and jumped forward to help the animal stuck, she tried to reach for it but was to high. “It’s okay little buddy, Mina’s got you!” She tried to soothe the thing but it just got more intense with it’s kicking.

but it didn’t help them, when they started to panic their body started to fall back and the small feet started to kick them off the walls.

you started to squeal and pray you could get back up but you weren’t ever that lucky. so you feel down and Mina was quick to catch you and hold you close. you tried to get away but she didn’t let you go.

“it seems so scared,” she coo’d and looked over your bunny form, “what do you think spooked it?”

She didn’t get a response as denki just looked at you. The gears in his head spinning and it only took a moment before his eyes went wide while looking into your eyes.

“It’s y/n!” he shouted excitedly and tried to reach for you but mina turned and held you close.

“No! I got her first! She came to me.” She started to pet your fur. The mention of you made her protective and clingy. and now that you were a hopeless little bunny, she couldn’t let you go!

“Not fair,” he pouted, “I heard her cries! It was me, so give her to me.”

the whole class heard them argue, and you whining to be let go. soon the students exited their our rooms and find them in the hallway, even the students below. they found you in her arms as a bunny. now everyone started to fight at who got to hold you since they have never seen you like this before.

some tried to steal you away. So you were going from classmate to classmate. You hated it. This was the reason you didn’t want to show them!

as they all fought they didn’t notice their teacher approached and readying his quirk. sero got to you and made a run for it but he was met with Aizawa standing their with his scarf and his eyes glowing red. He looked deadly and ready to fight a villain.

“Give her.” He demanded and sero was quick to obey. Once aizawa had you he walked off to his room leaving them disappointed and upset. iida and Tsu tried to calm everyone down but missed your presence.

once you were back in his room he placed you down, “you okay kid?” within seconds you transformed back into your human form. you sighed.

“No, I just wanted some peace and quiet. I took a wrong vent and got caught.” he hummed and patted your head.

“all you have to do is ask and I’ll tell them to back off, or you can come here and rest.” He threw a blanket over himself and yawned.

“I off all people know how much naps help.”

you nodded your head, “can you lift me into the vent again?” he groaned but complied to your request.

once you were back into your bunny form he lifted you into the vent and you ran off, your little footsteps echoed off the metal. you went back to your dorm and locked your door, then went under your bed to the nest you made for yourself.

but the underlying problem was that when you went to class the next morning they would all be all over you.

[toji-bunny-girl]

subby panty sniffer loser!shigaraki i cant stop thinking abt 😖

Shigaraki has always hated you.

Ever since All For One brought you in, and your jaded eyes first met his—you’ve always goaded an odd, frustrating burn in him. At first, you both merely ignored each other’s presence. And he has always preferred that. Then things soon got annoying when you started cozying up to him and trying to be friends with him. It’s fucking irritating and the burn gets worst the closer you press yourself into his space.

All it took for you to switch it up was his unrequited demeanour to your friendliness. It’s a bit too easy, really. A harsh word or two and a sneer at your face already got him on your bitch-list—just like everyone else would.

Everybody’s the same.

And you’re nothing special. That’s what he tells himself, repeatedly, over the years. Even when the glow in his belly comes alive whenever you brush pass him, his eyes memorised the curves of your grown body behind the curtains of his shaggy hair and god—the sweet, head-spinning scent of your underwear that sends his nerves tingling.

Yes, you’re nothing but a pest. A pest who always leaves her clothes in the laundry room, and often finds her panties gone without a trace.

Stupid and forgetful and—

“What…the hell?”

The hair on his nape flew erect, prickly dots snaked beneath his skin in a shot the moment he heard your voice—laced in utter disbelief and disgust.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You weren’t supposed to collect your laundry this early yet. Weren’t you supposed to be training with All for One?!

“So, you’re the panty thief?” you sneered at him, the same way he would at you. You would’ve never in a million years even think of the scene in front of you—Shigaraki Tomura, who openly despises you, rubbing his cock with your panty? “What a joke.”

His pale face grew crimson red from the blood that rushed through his pulsing veins, his pride ripped from his clutch with every blink of your eyes soaking the embarrassing sight of him. God, he wanted to die right then and there. He shouldn’t have initially neared your laundry before, he should’ve ignored the tugging burn that urged him to touch the remnants that enveloped your bare body, and you shouldn’t have came here in the first place!

His thoughts are chasing after his sanity, and his heart threatened to beat its hard last. You’re nearing him and his sweating form with every dreadful step, and his body had the guts to feel…excited—his cock throbbed and the familiar burn came roaring through his vessels again.

Just what are you doing to him?

You snatched the damp piece of underwear from his grasp, soaked with his sticky precum, and his cockhead twitched from the lost warmth that previously hugged his shaft.

He’s now bare, blood continued to pump his cock hard as you stared at the mere size of his—length and girth you’d never thought would be hiding behind his dirty clothes; tip flushed in a pretty shade of pale pink, and veins that stemmed from the bush of light blue. His heartbeat thumped loud in his ears as you looked, and he almost lost of your words from the beating.

“Is this some kind of perverted hobby you have? I always knew you’re weird, but not to this extent,” you threw your underwear aside before shoving him, his back roughly bumped into the wall behind. Fuck, he doesn’t know what to say—and what to do other than to watch how you’re reacting to this twisted mess.

You’re staring at his twitching cock when his gaze flickered to your face, his hot panting hazed the air and it scorched your cheeks in a burnt shade. What are you thinking?

“It’s only fair for me to touch you after you’ve been jerking off to my panty, right?” it’s almost a reassurance for your own self than to him. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as you wrapped your hand around his throbbing member.

“W-What are you doing?!” he bit his bottom lip to muffle a moan, fingers curling into fists against the wall, nails poking into his flesh.

“Entertaining myself with a freak like you,” you snickered, stroking his veiny shaft with your cold fingers. Shigaraki shuddered to your touch, the nerve-numbing burn soaring through his stomach as his chest rose and fell quicker by the second.

“Get your d-dirty hand off of me,” his breath hitched as he stretched his throat, pushing his head against the cool wall. His toes curled as you pumped his length, and his nerves tingled from the sight of you staring at his cock with that look in your eyes.

“You seem to enjoy it, hm? I thought you hated me, I can’t believe you’ve been busting over my fucking panty. Do you have a crush on me or what?”

“Y-You…hngh—bitch!”

“I didn’t know a mutt could talk…much less call me a bitch?” your grip tightened, unforgivingly so around his slippery cockhead, earning a pretentious grunt—which tumbled out of his chapped lips in the form of a pathetic moan. “What was that? You sound like a little girl,” his cheeks burned in embarrassment as you made fun of him, your snickers ringing in his hazy mind, taunting the pleasure that piled over his nerves. “I want an apology, you perverted loser.”

“N-No way—nngh!” Shigaraki’s sweat-glazed body jolted from every painful twist of your fingers, his thighs shaking from the way you’ve been abusing his cock; flashes of bloody ruby glinted from behind his greasy bangs. It’s funny, really. He thought he looks all fierce and intimidating when actually, he’s nothing but a slutty mess holding back his drool.

“It’s not a fucking request,” your hand wretched his face closer to yours, his eyes nearly melting under your flinty gaze.

“F-Fuwah—aanh!” his hips drew backwards in creeping sensitivity, and a loud slick sound bounced off of the lewd-seen walls as your nails flicked in contact with his twitching red tip.

“You know I’m impatient, hm? So hurry,” your thumb hastily rubbed over his leaking slit, splattering his pre-cum all over the both of your clothes. His body shook into your arms, jerking and whining as his hands scrambled to hold onto you for support.

“Mmmgh! Haa—” his weight slopped onto your body, and his heavy head rest against your shoulder as you continued to stoke his throbbing fat girth with your tightening grip. “So—aangh! S-Sorry, m’sorry!”

“Aww, who knew you’d sound cute when you all whiney,” your other hand rose to tilt his chin, his ruby eyes glistening with tears of desperation, drool slipping past his mouth as he clenched his teeth. “What a pathetic face.”

His hips pistoned into your hand, clumsily rocking forward and messing up the fine rhythm of strokes you had, his moans sounding more and more breathy—you could tell he was at the near edge. Drawing your face closer to him, your soft lips met his cracked ones just as a crooked cry leaped out of his dry throat, and you could feel his hot cum shooting onto your shirt, staining your top white with the smell of him.

Shigaraki stayed unmoving, merely gulped as you licked and wet his lips with your tender tongue, your saliva mixing and dripping down his chin. The burn in him wasn’t just a flame anymore, it had exploded into chains of reaction—his heart squeezed and insides bursted into a sloppy, chaotic mess.

Does he have a crush on you?

[bloodyboi]

for your "what do you hate about smut fics" post. When authors make a character speak aave and act ghetto.

omg yes. As a black person, please stop. Act like a real writer and write.

[fl100r]

♡JEALOUS KING♡

Katsuki 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎 𝗑 Top! 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

WARNINGS: SMUT with plot, Bakugou teasing u, cream pie, male orgasm, blowjob, standing sex, public sex, degrading Bakugou.

-King Bakugou x Butler! reader.. world in a historical fantasy setting, being gay is a scandal might get killed if u gex say, so Bakugou want to suck M/N's cock but gets cock blocked. ages: Bakugou (25), M/N (27)

"I love you.."

"my apology dawg, the world kinda homophobic rn."

"so what? I'm gay for you."

"were gonna get cancelled no cap lil bro."

"Just put ur cock in my mouth bro."

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭

You and Prince Bakugou have been childhood friends for as long as you can remember. His mother visits your orphanage often, donating funds to support your education. Bakugou noticed you immediately when you first met. You were the quietest person he had ever encountered, rarely showing any emotions, even to him. One day, during an event his mother was hosting, where orphans and other children from the kingdom competed in fun challenges, there was a two-person team competition. Without hesitation, Bakugou grabbed your arm. You had been standing by the food table, quietly enjoying your favorite snacks.

"Old hag! I want to team up with him!" Bakugou shouted, raising your hand as he held it up. "But I don’t want to join," you mumbled, confused.

"Too bad! You're joining anyway!" Bakugou glared at you, leaving no room for argument. He didn’t even know why he wanted to team up with you—he just felt some strange connection, like there was something about you that intrigued him. The competition turned out to be a boat race. Bakugou sat in front, his expression irritated as usual, while you were seated at the back. Your stomach grumbled, still craving more food. You absentmindedly grabbed the paddles on either side of you, glancing back toward the food table one last time. Before you could dwell on it, the horn blared, signaling the start of the race. Bakugou surged forward, paddling furiously, far outpacing you. It was clear he was practically carrying the team through the competition, while you struggled to keep up.

You ended up doing nothing during the race, leaving Bakugou to handle everything on his own. Naturally, he won, and he jumped up in excitement, shouting about how he was the best.

As you tried to head back to the food area, Bakugou grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you back to his side. He threw an arm around your neck, holding you in a loose headlock. "Ahaha! You're all just extras compared to me and my sidekick!" he boasted, grinning widely. Irritated, you sighed. "Erm... can you please let me go?" you asked, turning your head toward him. Bakugou looked down at you, only to freeze when he realized how close your face was to his. His cheeks flushed slightly as he stared at you.

You managed to slip away from Bakugou’s hold, leaving him behind in the boat, still a bit flustered. Without saying a word, you casually walked over to the food table, grabbing a plate and piling it with your favorite snacks. As Bakugou stood there, frozen and flushed, still processing the moment, you made your way back to the orphanage, seemingly unfazed by the entire ordeal.

✦───── ❝ Years Later ❞ ─────✦

"Your Majesty, please wake up. You still have paperwork from last night," you said as you opened the curtains, letting the morning sunlight flood into Bakugou's room.

"Son of a bitch..." Bakugou grumbled, turning away from the sunlight and refusing to face the open curtains. The insult was clearly aimed at you. "I don’t have a mother, so I wouldn’t know if she is a bitch or not, sir," you replied calmly. "Anyway, sir, please get up." Before you could finish, Bakugou reached out and grabbed your collar, still lying down as he pulled you closer. "Listen here, you tea towel tyrant! I don’t care about the paperwork from last night—it’s already irritating me! Now leave me alone before I have your head chopped off!" Bakugou growled, his face now uncomfortably close to yours. You wrinkled your nose and muttered, "Ugh… sir, your morning breath… I’m sorry." Bakugou’s face flushed in embarrassment, and he swung a punch in frustration. You quickly backed away, dodging just in time.

"Sorry, sir, for stating a simple fact, but you really do need to get ready," you said. "I’ll start your bath." You walked into his bathroom, turning on the golden faucet and letting the tub fill with water. While the tub filled, you went into his bedroom and sorted through his closet, picking out clothes for him. After selecting his outfit, Bakugou entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "I'll prepare breakfast, sir!" you called out as you made your way down the gorgeous hallway. Statues of Bakugou’s ancestors lined the walls, and you passed by them on your way to the kitchen.

As you chatted with the chef, who was busy preparing Bakugou’s excellent breakfast, you busied yourself in the kitchen, making tea for him. Once the meal was ready, you carried it to the long dining table where Bakugou had already seated himself in the far chair. You placed his meal in front of him and poured a cup of tea, setting it down beside his plate.

You motioned to the other servants to assist Bakugou while you began to walk away. However, as you started to leave, Bakugou tugged on the black suit you were wearing from behind his chair, where he was eating his breakfast. "No, you stay here," he said firmly. You tried to protest, but Bakugou was insistent. As you waited for Bakugou to finish his breakfast, you motioned to the other servants to take over your chores. You knew that since you became his butler, Bakugou didn’t want you to leave his side, so you had to find ways to manage your tasks while remaining close to him.

One of the butlers handed you a stack of envelopes, which you took and began to read aloud for Bakugou while he continued eating his breakfast. "Sir, there’s an invitation from the Todoroki royal family. They’re hosting a celebration ball for the crowning of Shoto Todoroki, the youngest sibling of the Todoroki family. You should consider going—" Bakugou cut you off, his eyebrows furrowing as he sipped his tea. "No. I’m not going to some stupid coronation."

You tried to convince him, but Bakugou wouldn’t budge. His temper was well-known, and despite your efforts, he remained adamant. You knew that aligning with the Todoroki family or showing them some respect could be beneficial, especially given his many enemies. Ever since his parents had died a few years ago, Bakugou’s demeanor had only worsened, making him even more difficult to manage.

You rubbed your temples in frustration. "Maybe… sigh, I could come with you, sir. The ball is tonight. I can clear my schedule if that’s fine with you—"Bakugou cut you off but, of course, he agreed. He then went about his daily routine, snapping his fingers to motion you to follow him. You sighed, following him like an irritated dog.

One of Bakugou's routines was horse racing in the woods near his castle. As he mounted his usual horse, you sat at a nearby table, lost in your thoughts while watching him. Suddenly, Bakugou’s voice cut through your reverie. "Hey, peasant! Come over here!" Bakugou yelled, summoning you to join him. As you approached, he handed you some gear that looked like it was meant for horseback riding. "Sir, I can’t ride a horse," you said, holding up the gear. Bakugou climbed onto his horse and replied, "You’re riding with me. Put on the gear and get back behind me." He looked at you with his usual furrowed eyebrows, always seeming annoyed.

You sighed again and put on the gear. As you tried to climb onto the horse, you managed to successfully get on and position yourself behind Bakugou. However, just as you settled in, Bakugou grabbed your shirt and pulled you closer to him, forcing you into close contact with him.

You tried to get comfortable, but before you could, Bakugou kicked the horse into motion. The sudden movement shocked you, and you instinctively looked for something to hold onto—anything other than Bakugou. But as you started to slip, you had no choice.

You quickly wrapped one arm around Bakugou’s waist, your face pressed against his left shoulder. Glancing to Bakugou, you noticed him smirking, as if he knew this was going to happen all along. You glanced around and realized just how deep into the forest you were. The horse started to slow down, eventually coming to a stop. You tried to remove your arm from around Bakugou’s waist, but before you could, he grabbed it, pulling you closer as he leaned back into you. His head was now resting against your chest, making the situation even more awkward at least for you.

You both sat there in silence, Bakugou cuddling against your chest while you looked around, trying to avoid the awkwardness. Bakugou kept squirming, shifting around until he reached for your other arm, wrapping it around himself, pulling you even closer.

For you, it was an incredibly awkward position, but Bakugou seemed unfazed. You kept your gaze fixed on the forest, not wanting to face him. As you noticed the sky deepening into a rich orange, you remembered the ball. "Oh, right, we must get ready for the ba—" you started to say, but before you could finish, you felt something rubbing against your crotch. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you realized it was Bakugou, his body the closest to you. He was rubbing his backside against you, seemingly unaware—or perhaps he just didn’t care. He didn’t say a word, continuing his subtle movements.

"Sir, ugh... stop, you know this is forbidden... ergh," you panted, trying to keep your composure. Bakugou didn’t miss a beat. "What’s forbidden? I’m just sitting, M/N," he said with a smug tone, clearly enjoying the situation. You gritted your teeth. This royal bastard—he knew exactly what he was doing, As you tried to keep your composure, Bakugou reached his hand onto your crotch, rubbing even harder.

You panted softly, trying to regain your breath when you heard a distant voice.

"Your Majesty! Where are you? You need to get ready for the ball!" one of the maids called out, her voice echoing through the forest.

Bakugou immediately stopped and, with a quick motion, urged his horse to head back toward the castle. Once you reached the stables, Bakugou dismounted with ease.

"Get M/N ready too. He’s coming with me," Bakugou commanded, still smirking as he walked off.

"Sir, M/N, can you get off the horse?" the maid asked hesitantly.

You cut her off, "Go inside. I’ll go in when I’m ready," you said, still sitting on the horse. This bastard got you hard. Embarrassed, you hesitated to get off, not wanting the maids or other servants to notice your situation—especially since they loved to gossip.

He’s going to get you killed someday.

✦───── ❝At The Ball ❞ ─────✦

“Presenting the new king of the Frostflame Empire! Shoto Todoroki!”

The ball was in full swing, with everyone dancing and chatting. Bakugou was mingling with his friends, while you stood in the corner with the other servants.

“M/N!” a familiar voice called out. It was Midoriya.

“Hello, Sir Midoriya—” you began, but Midoriya cut you off with a nervous laugh. “Oh, come on... you don’t need to call me that, ahah.”

Even though you and Midoriya had been childhood friends and remained close, his status as a hero made you feel compelled to address him formally. To this day, you still considered him a friend.

“Midoriya, how’ve you been lately?” you asked.

Izuku was momentarily surprised by the change of subject but quickly responded with enthusiasm. “Great! I recently got engaged to Uraraka!”

As you continued talking, you found yourself smiling at one of Izuku’s funny jokes. You missed your friends from the orphanage and felt a pinch of nostalgia. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you intensely. You tried to brush it off, but before you could think much of it.

Bakugou suddenly stepped between you and Midoriya. “What the hell are you doing, Deku!” he shouted.

Izuku looked surprised. “W-What?? I was just talking to—”

Bakugou cut him off, continuing to argue and insult the nervous hero despite Midoriya’s attempts to defuse the situation.

Seeing the commotion, you quickly intervened, pulling Bakugou away from the scene and guiding him into a large, empty hallway. “Sir! What are you doing?! You know people are going to gossip about this—especially talking like that to everyone’s favorite hero! Have you lost your mind?!” you yelled at him quietly, trying to keep the confrontation discreet.

"I've been trying to keep your image from getting destroyed! You seriously can't just calm down for one second, sir? Fucking hell..." you said, frustration evident as you covered your face with both palms. You didn't notice Bakugou had already dropped to his knees and was trying to get your belt off. "Sir, what the fuck are you doing now?" you demanded, bewildered by his sudden action. "What does it look like, dumbass?" Bakugou retorted, successfully removing your belt and now zipping down your zipper. pulling out your cock out, started to lick it up and down. You panted in frustration, at the same time feeling aroused.

As you looked around your surroundings, trying to see if anyone was watching this scene, you turned around until— Bakugou took your cock fully into his mouth, him gagging on it. This made you even more frustrated. "You fucking bastard—" you said, grabbing Bakugou’s blonde hair and pulling him closer to your cock, God his mouth is warm. You thought as he sucked your cock faster, holding your hips as you put your hand onto a wall to support you as Bakugou went faster.

"Augh.. goddamn it, you're gonna get me killed.." you said to him as he sucks your cock faster, basically begging you to cum inside his mouth. "Augh!- Fuck.." as you climax filling Bakugou's mouth with your semen. You panted, sweat already beading on your forehead.

As you look at Bakugou, he has your semen on his cheeks as he tries to get all of it into his mouth don't wanting it to be wasted, "Get up…" you said to Bakugou. He stood up, but before he could say anything, you grabbed his neck and pinned him to the wall beside you, pressing your lips against his. He struggled a bit, but eventually, he calmed down, his hands resting on your shoulders. You pulled away, panting. "Pant… Is this what you want..?" you asked, before kissing him again, but this time more roughly.

You pulled away again, your face now against the side of his neck. You kissed and bit it as you spoke, "I've been trying to survive and not get killed because of your reckless actions, rubbing against me, grabbing my cock without my permission, even sneaking into my room at night just to relieve yourself."

Bakugou’s face blushed the moment you said that last part, clearly embarrassed. He looked away from your eyes, but you grabbed his face, making him look at you. With his eyes watering, he gazed at you. “You seriously frustrate me Sir.." you began to unbuckle his pants, still pinning him onto the wall. as Bakugou's pants dropped on the marbled floor, You turned him around, so now his back was facing you. you put your tip onto his hole, rubbing on it, teasing him as he whimper. "you son of bitch.. please.. eurgh.."You grabbed his neck, pulling his arched back against you. "Come on, sir, that’s not my name. You know it…" rubbing you cock onto Bakugou's hole, teasing him even more as your tip closer to get inside him, "Argh... P-Please M/N.. Sir, please just..- Agh!-" you put your cock inside him. you didn't let him take adjust of your size as you quickly slamming your hips into him. "Argh! Argh! Haah.. M/N-" you covered his mouth with your hand, mumbling him.

“Shut the fuck up, would ya?.. I don’t want both of us to get beheaded because of your moaning, F-Fuck.." As you rested your head on his left shoulder, you look down to his harden cock seeing already white liquid out of his cock. "Did you already fucking cum?.. Goddamn, are you really That pent up? Eheh.. S-Shit.. I'm close.." you grabbed Bakugou's cock, started stroking it fast. You looked at Bakugou’s face, his eyes rolling back and drool already dripping onto your hand. "Disgusting.. you should really see yourself right now.. Sir.." You slightly giggled, "Insulting Midoriya, Argh.. Making a scene, Damaging your already broken Image, for just my cock.." you felt wet in your hand, it's Bakugou's semen, he came again. "Cumming again sir.. F-Fuck.. Get ready for my mine then.." As you pin Bakugou onto the wall harder, you slamming your hips again and again onto him. you feel your climax close, "Argh!...Stand still.. ergh.. G-Goddamn it you're shaking.." you slammed your hips onto Bakugou releasing your semen into him.

Both of you were panting and sweating as you zipped your pants up cleaning yourself up. “Shit… we gotta go, sir, Before someone finds you like this.." You grabbed Bakugou's pants from the floor and put them on him, Bakugou went limp against your chest. “Sir, come on, wake up from your fantasies. We’ve got to go.” He tried to walk but failed, falling into your arms. You sighed. “We’re not doing this again. Ever." you said, "Hey! Not my fault you went rough on me! you Tea Towel Tyrant.. Tch." You grabbed Bakugou and carried him as if he were a damsel in distress. You headed in the direction outside, making your way to the carriage driver. You avoided the ball entrance, where many people were gathered, and took the long way instead.

Don't want any one to know that you just Slammed your hips and Came into your King, "Tch.." you rolled your eyes, avoiding eye contact with Bakugou, just focus on going Home instead.

✦───── ❝In the Carriage ❞ ─────✦

You closed the door behind you and sat beside Bakugou. "Urgh your semen is dripping out of me.." Bakugou said, Looking out the window of the carriage, you were lost in thought. You had just done something so sinful and unforgivable that you were sure you’d be killed if anyone found out about the scene you and your king had just made in that hallway, You kept thinking about it over and over. until Bakugou Touching your clothed cock. You sighed. "Seriously..?" you said, looking at him with disappointment. He avoided eye contact with you, instead staring out the other side of the window where he was sitting.

you rubbed your temples, but didn't move his hand away instead let him be. you get closer to him, and whispered "if you keep doing that, I might just fuck you in front of a mirror." You knew your king very well. You knew he hated seeing his vulnerable self in the mirror. But that didn’t stop him. Instead, he brought himself closer to you, essentially cuddling you.

You sighed, the threat failed at your favor. "What am I gonna do with you Sir.."

✦𓆩♡𓆪Thank you for Reading! 𓆩♡𓆪✦

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Filthy Obsession

★ Adult!Yan!Katsuki Bakugo x Mean!Dom!Fem!reader.

☪︎ short dabble/thoughts.

☪︎ Warnings: dom/sub, rough and mean reader, bakugo being just a person who wants to be the readers everything, hair pulling, unsafe choking, name calling, toxic relationships, yandere who wants any attention, yandere behavior, uncanny bakugo, reader using Bakugo. THIS IS REALLY KINKY AND MEAN.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and he tried so hard to be the one to get your attention. In his eyes the only person that was worthy of his love and attention was you. So he made sure to be around while fighting villains when he knew that you would see.

But it was more then that. He followed you around everywhere, to the bar, to the grocery store, to your work and anywhere to make sure you are safe.

‘Such a idiot,’ you constantly think to yourself while accidentally leaving your curtains open and touching your pussy so openly. as if he didn’t know he was so easily noticed by the public, you noticed the patterns in the media, the news. he was following you.

So each night when you knew he was there, you’d give him a show. Moaning like a pornstar for his attention and fucking yourself with your fingers, pressing a vibrator to your clit. The mission was to make him so hard and have him cumming to the thought of you, acting innocent. and sometimes you just sleep with little clothing to still get something out of him. and you got it, he’d touch himself from the widow and sometimes you find drops of white cum on the porch.

you knew when he’d come into your apartment to steal your clothes, panties mostly, and he was always on schedule. and that’s exactly when you set a trap for him, come home early to surprise him and tell him just what you thought of him.

“The top two hero gonna cry?”

you tug his hair as hard you could, pulling him up slightly from his knees. his hands stay on your legs as you stood above him. A mini skirt just right in front of him and the only thing in the way from your unclothed cunt.

Smirking down at the blonde and his begging eyes, his throat a big scratched from all the screaming he had been doing. it was so pleasurable to watch that you couldn’t feel that bad about it.

“A filthy little man who sneaks around to steal my panties,” you glare down at him, “who said you were worthy enough for them? Huh!”

“Fuck- please, I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Buy whatever you want, anything at all,” his glossy eyes and red cheeks looked so pretty from your view.

“Don’t even deserve my attention. Say it.” You demanded and moved his head around by his hair again.

he groaned. you were right, he was disgusting. if anyone knew he was a bitch to be dominated then he wouldn’t strike as much fear. if this got out he would have a new reputation, but he didn’t care. you were worthy.

“n-not worth your attention. no one deserves you. so generous to put up with me.” it was powerful to know you had him like this. so weak and unable to fight back.

a giggle came from your lips when you jumped forward to place as hand on his neck and squeezed, not caring if it hurt or caused damage. He chocked back on air and his cheeks went fuzzy, his head grew lighter and lighter until his eyes began to close. he didn’t try to pull away, only tapping your things slightly to beg for mercy.

“Oh? I knew i could do anything to you but this is way more then I thought, so you’d let me do anything…” a cocky smirk stained your lips as you let go of his neck and he gasps for air. you even released his hair and let him go limp back down to the floor.

backing up onto the wall of your apartment you spread your legs just a bit. “I am feeling very generous, I’ll let even someone as worthless as you eat me out? then, you’ll become my toy.” he was coming back to life with your words that he lunged and began to say his thanks, kissing your sweet and soft thighs.

“number two hero has money, so you’ll be spending it all on me. Fuck you when I please, when and how.”

nodding his head eagerly he couldn’t take his eyes off your dripping pussy, pushing up the skirt with his hands and holding them there. “thank you, spoil you fuckin’ rotten for the taste of your sweet cunt.” his tongue lapped over your clit like he was starving dog, he sucked and licked on every inch.

Bakugo was willing to be your toy bank, because he knew that you’d never be able to get away from him even if you tried.

@ Don’t steal my works. I don’t give permission to repost on any platform, don’t translate it and repost, don’t steal my work!!

[ataraxiaspainting]

Dealer.

Yan Dabi x F Reader.

Synopsis: Your date at the bar doesn't go so well. While crying, a scarred hand passes you a cigarette without a word.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, violence, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 600.

*~*~*~*

“How did you know?”

The stranger makes no move to answer your question that is laced with slurred wording and sniffles, instead opting to lean against the telephone booth’s door. He holds a mere box of cigarettes, but to you, he may as well be holding your world in his gloved palm.

After a while the man shakes his head, placing the tip of his thumb just beneath the edge of the unlit cigarette. In the blink of an eye, it was lit just like yours was seconds ago.

There are plenty of sounds to be heard tonight in this crowded city – cars revving up to undisclosed locations, people leaving and entering buildings, bright lights that come with little beeping sounds every time they change color. The City of Angels is what it is called, despite it attacking your dreams every evening you decide to give a man a chance.

What you will never forget though, are the sounds of ignition and the man’s grunts as the already dirty air begins to decline in quality. 

This time was no different – your date never showed up and you drank all alone until you could hardly walk.

“How did you know… I smoke?” You ask, inhaling the refreshing scents of smoke and alcohol. If only you had some of the latter to wash down all that overpriced bar food; you can swear that some of the fried dough is stuck between your back molars.

“Seemed like the type, honestly.” The company replies. Your opinion of him is at a standstill – he is both unwanted and wanted, all because of the nicotine-filled sticks in his jacket pocket. If it weren’t for that and you were sober, you’d call a cab faster before he even had the chance to speak to you.

“Am I supposed to be insulted?”

“No. Just an observation of mine.” He then resumes to not looking at you and instead to the inside of the telephone booth. Putting the sole reason you’re talking to him back to where it came from, he takes out a single small coin. It disappears into the slot as he picks up the phone, dialing away. Despite him not saying anything, you cannot hear anything else aside from how his fingers slide back and forth on the rotary dial like a carousel. “Can’t believe they still make these, huh?”

“Oh.” 

You didn’t realize you were staring for a bit too long, but he still hasn’t looked at you since passing along one of his cigarettes.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I get them sometimes. Used to it, you see.” He picks up the phone, leaning it on his shoulder to support it. “Your boyfriend dumped you?”

“He wasn’t really my boyfriend,” You answer, still drunk and not seeing the bigger picture. You’ll see it soon though, after this first encounter. “We were matched online, and this was supposed to be an introductory date.”

“That’s what I hate about those sites,” The man sighs. “They always pair up someone good with someone not good enough for them.”

“I suppose…” You respond, looking up at the smoky sky. With your hazy vision, the stars seem so close – like they can burn you if they want to. “Thanks for the cigarette.”

“Anytime, [First].”

You didn’t hear the other word, but Dabi didn’t care much that he slipped up. You’re drunk, after all. Soon enough ripe for the picking.

[seaweedjelly]

Apologies

You upset your captor, Keigo, so to prevent making your situation worse you apologize in the best way

Tags: Deep throating, Blow jobs, Praise, Vocal Keigo, Cum Swallowing, Not edited

NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW

“Keigo?”

“Yes, my angel?” He chimed. Not even looking away from his paperwork. He was mad.

Normally he gave you his full undivided attention. His tone of voice didn’t give away he was mad and most would have noticed it but, having been around your captor so long the fact he didn’t turn to you and give you the most smug smile at the call of his name says a lot.

At Least you could try to fix this as soon as possible.

“You’re not mad, are you?” you piped, with less confidence than you hoped for.

“No, my love just…disappointed” he sighed. He said faux sorrowfully, with that pity pout he always used on his face.

He sighed, the bastard.

You were going to do this though.

“I’m sorry Kei…” you paused. “I just wanted to see my family… I’m bound to miss them being away for so long.” He turned to you and he looked anything but amused. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you… an apology perhaps?” He raised an eyebrow. “My love” you added.

“Well, even though you’ve disappointed me so much I suppose there is one way you could make it up.” He says nonchalant. “If you’re up for it”

A chance.

“Yes!” You said more enthusiastically than you’d hoped. “Yes.. anything.”

He turned towards you taking off his reading glasses he’d been using to do his paperwork earlier. He looks at your lips, long enough for you to notice, then spreads his legs.

“On your knees”

Fuck

Well a mad Keigo was truly a scary one. If you didn’t appease him now and appease him good you were sure it would be more trouble later, so you walked over to him and got on your knees.

You began to undo his pants while he peered down at you seeming bored almost.

“With your teeth.”

“How am I suppose to-“ you started.

“With. Your. Teeth.”

He’s insufferable.

You began to pull down his zipper once again only this time with your teeth.

“Fuck you’re so hot…” He said breathily and with his wings twitching behind them.

You glanced up at him and you could tell he was already excited. His face was red and he was looking at you like he was starved, no, craving you.

Once you finally got him out of his underwear you began to lick up his shaft with small licks.

“You’re so hot babe.” He gripped the back of your head and you could tell he was already impatient with your pace. You moved your way up to his head and began taking his length down your throat. “Fuckkk” he groaned.

He began to push your head down and you shot him a glare.

“C'mon” He drawled impatiently. “Faster? For me, please babe?” He whined.

Fine if he wanted faster then he was gonna get it.

You reached one hand and cupped he balls and he immediately started moaning like a little bitch.

“Fuckkkkkk… You don’t know what you do to me babe.”

You began to go up and down faster with your throat constricting tight arohnd him.

“Ah.. fuck”

Faster.

“Fuck.”

Faster

“Ah f-fuck m’gonna cum babe”

You looked up at him with your big eyes and did one final squeeze to his balls and that did him in.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, cumming loads down your throat.

“Ah you’re the best babe, apology accepted.”

“I’m never apologizing to you again”

“Yes, my angel?” He chimed. Not even looking away from his paperwork. He was mad.

Normally he gave you his full undivided attention. His tone of voice didn’t give away he was mad and most would have noticed it but, having been around your captor so long the fact he didn’t turn to you and give you the most smug smile at the call of his name says a lot.

At least you could try to fix this as soon as possible.

“You’re not mad, are you?” you piped, with less confidence than you hoped for.

“No, my love just…disappointed” he sighed. He said faux sorrowfully, with that pity pout he always used on his face.

He sighed, the bastard.

You were going to do this though.

“I’m sorry Kei…” you paused. “I just wanted to see my family… I’m bound to miss them being away for so long.” He turned to you and he looked anything but amused. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you… an apology perhaps?” He raised an eyebrow. “My love” you added.

“Well, even though you’ve disappointed me so much I suppose there is one way you could make it up.” He says nonchalant. “If you’re up for it”

A chance.

“Yes!” You said more enthusiastically than you’d hoped. “Yes.. anything.”

He turned towards you taking off his reading glasses he’d been using to do his paperwork earlier. He looks at your lips, long enough for you to notice, then spreads his legs.

“On your knees”

Fuck

Well a mad Keigo was truly a scary one. If you didn’t appease him now and appease him good you were sure it would be more trouble later, so you walked over to him and got on your knees.

You began to undo his pants while he peered down at you seeming bored almost.

“With your teeth.”

“How am I suppose to-“ you started.

“With. Your. Teeth.”

He’s insufferable.

You began to pull down his zipper once again only this time with your teeth.

“Fuck you’re so hot…” He said breathily and with his wings twitching behind them.

You glanced up at him and you could tell he was already excited. His face was red and he was looking at you like he was starved, no, craving you.

Once you finally got him out of his underwear you began to lick up his shaft with small licks.

“You’re so hot babe.” He gripped the back of your head and you could tell he was already impatient with your pace. You moved your way up to his head and began taking his length down your throat. “Fuckkk” he groaned.

He began to push your head down and you shot him a glare.

“C'mon” He drawled impatiently. “Faster? For me, please babe?” He whined.

Fine if he wanted faster then he was gonna get it.

You reached one hand and cupped he balls and he immediately started moaning like a little bitch.

“Fuckkkkkk… You don’t know what you do to me babe.”

You began to go up and down faster with your throat constricting tight arohnd him.

“Ah.. fuck”

Faster.

“Fuck.”

Faster

“Ah f-fuck m’gonna cum babe”

You looked up at him with your big eyes and did one final squeeze to his balls and that did him in.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, cumming loads down your throat.

“Ah you’re the best babe, apology accepted.”

“I’m never apologizing to you again”

[tatortotqueen]

* †* 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲*†*

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡-𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕩 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚, 𝕕𝕦𝕓-𝕔𝕠𝕟, 𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤, 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕩

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕒

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦-

‘𝕤𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖’ 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡-𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕘𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖, 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖, '𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠' 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 ��𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕠𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕛𝕒𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕃𝔼𝔻 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕥 '𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥' 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

ℍ𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖 '𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪' 

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥 '𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥' 

ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 '𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕠' 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕤 '𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜'

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𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪

‘𝕄𝕞𝕞𝕙 ~ 𝕗-𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟

ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕦𝕓 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.

‘𝕚-𝕚’𝕞 𝕤’𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕗 𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤.

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝔸 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥.

‘𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕’ 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖.

‘𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕦-’ 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨.

‘𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’ 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕦𝕡, 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕜.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 ��𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖.

‘𝔹𝕖𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖’

‘𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕗~𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕖’

‘𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥’

‘𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥.

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥.

‘𝕠𝕙 𝕤-𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥.

ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

‘𝕗~𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕞’𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕’ 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤.

‘𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪, 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪’

‘𝕪~𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕗~𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕖𝕤’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕜.𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕓 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖.

ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥.

‘𝕞-𝕞’𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖.

𝔸𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟��𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪.

‘𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪’ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙.

𝔸 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕓, 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕠𝕝𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜.

‘𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖’

𝕠𝕙 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖.

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Monster rule 101: Don’t play with fire around your Mothman!—————-:—:————

Mothman! Dabi x monster hunter! Fem reader

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🔞MDNI🔞

C w: Humiliation, asphrodiasic, slight mind break, degradation, praise, NFSW, monsterfuxking, overstimulation, breeding, impregnation, usage of cunt

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You were on a mission.

A very dangerous mission that was a code gold also known as Legendary. Meaning that the monstrous threat was equivalent to a whole country being wiped off the map. However, due to certain circumstances only one solider could be dispatched to deal with the golden threat.

The reason for that being because of how hyper sensitive the Mothman is to overcrowding within its territory. The team dispatch leader decided to proceed with the utmost caution lest they trigger its frenzy mode. Which would ultimately result in the loss of lives country wide, burning underneath the raging pure blue flames of the otherworldly demon.

<< Have you located the Mothman? Over >>

“Yes I’ve got eyes on the area sir, permission to proceed?”

<< Permission granted. Over >>

You were chosen out of a select few individuals for being the cream of the crop, to carry out this dire mission to save all of mankind. If you could succeed then you’d be set for life! Having the fame and the riches that come along with it, all in exchange for exterminating the deadliest bug humanoid in existence. You’d say that’s a fair trade, since it was high risk high reward type situation.

But as you approached the abandoned cave you could feel a sense of dread wash over your entire being.

You were being watched.

You could feel the sweat accumulate upon your lush chocolatey skin littered in goosebumps. Then you heard a sharp chuff that echoed off the walls, seemingly the Mothman enjoyed watching you squirm from his focused attention.

Venturing even deeper into the unknown you tightly grasped at your equipment, a tool of reassurance you could say. That happened to be a flamethrower. Yes, out of all the weapons you chose a hazardous contraption that resembled a dragons breath.

Why? Mostly because you thought it’d be cool to go out in a blaze of glory should you happen to fail in your conquest to get the target in check. But it was also strategic in a way, since moths were attracted to light. You’ve had to find some kind of way to draw them out.

Too bad you didn’t get the chance to use it before you’re snatched into furry arms that secured you to the monsters chest. Which vibrated from his snarky greeting.

“You took too long enough for my liking doll, now shall we get down to business already? “

You could feel his bulge press up against the your ass, rubbing between your cheeks.

“I’m feeling a bit pent up”

He rasped impatiently into your ear, boy did his voice do wonders as it spiked your arousal. But you had a job to do, unfortunately. Gathering your composure you asserted yourself to the monster.

“You already know why I’m here right? Mr. Mothman.”

You could feel him chuckle darkly against your neck, highly amused by your sense of professionalism. Even while having his dick steadily grind against your back, covering you in clear fluids. Making your thighs shake in excitement.

“Obviously, but just call me Dabi, dollface. You’re gonna wear it out in a few moments might as well get a lil practice in ya?”

You were dumbfounded. Could he be implying what you’re thinking—

“Judging from the look on your pretty face, I’m guessing your little agency didn’t fill ya in on our little inside deal huh?”

He purred

You could feel his loosened grip completely leave your body. Allowing you to be able to face the Mothman hunched over in all of his 7ft glory. He had tuffs of black fur covering his toned ripped chest, arms, and legs. His overall body type was lean and slender. The dark colored wings sprouting at large from behind, before being folded back neatly into place. To avoid you from seeing his jagged scars littered across them.

“All I can say is that you’re in for one hell of a ride once I get my hands on you Baby. So Outta the kindness of my heart I’ll give you a 5 minute head start—”

He paused, as you gave him an warm embrace of your own. Grinding against his bulge that continued to grow even further against you. He looked down at you in disbelief, but it wasn’t before long until he connected the dots.

“ Don’t tell me, You’re one of those monster fanatics aren’t ya?”

To be quite frank yes. You were an absolute fan of monsters, you fantasized about getting close and becoming friends with one. But now you were gonna be the mate of a code legendary?? You couldn’t believe your luck. Plus it was the mission you were given, so as the loyal solider that you are. You gratefully accepted your fate with no questions asked.

The Mothman merely laughed in the irony of it all, a monster hunter wanting to be fucked by a monster it was so priceless. A devious smirk planted on his face As he bended over down to your height charred lips barely touching the shell of your ear only to whisper darkly of a precautionary warning of what you’re getting into.

“ You do realize that I’m in heat right doll?”

He reached his hand down running his tempered claws down the fat of your thick ass giving it a tight squeeze before hooking your leg up to leave some room for him to freely press his huge twitching bulge against your moist mound.

“I’m barely hanging on by a thread, so Don’t hold anything against me if I lose control got it?”

It wasn’t long until you were on the brink of being fucked to death by the Mothman of your dreams. face pushed down into the cocoon like nest he prepared in advance as his extended feeler limbs sprouted out from his sides, to grasp at you from behind hooking onto your waist. Keeping you grounded on his intrusive dick. While his primary arms wrapped around you tightly to play with your breasts that jigged violently from his ruthless thrusts from behind.

“You’re sucha pretty lil thing for me aren’t ya?”

The strong pheromones that wafted off from his wings made you feel so vulnerable and helpless within his smoldering embrace. You couldn’t keep count of how many times you’ve came alone from him just penetrating your cervix. It was as if you were on cloud nine enjoying the way his cum covered cock kept digging even deeper inside your snug snatch trying to ensure that you’d get pregnant with his brood.

“Your slutty pussy just can’t seem to get enough of my dick, don’t worry doll I’ll make you take all of it”

He murmured eyes staring down dangerously at the way your pliant body bended to his ministrations. He payed close attention to the way his dick continued to be devoured by your juicy cunt. That sucked and messaged his thick cock inside the hot mesh of your inner walls determined to be flooded with his baby batter.

“ Mmh D-Dabi please I can’t—!”

You babbled dumbly with drool hanging down from the corners of your fucked out plump lips. As the intensity of his rapid heavy thrusts began to increase its assault against your quivering quim.

You tried to crawl away from yet another approaching high that was dead set on crashing down on your senses. But his firm grip on your neck yanked you back into reality.

“ Aye Dollface don’t ever try to fuckin crawl away from me again, you’re mine you got that?”

Dabi hissed, giving you a sharp tug on your butterfly locs and a harsh bite on your shoulder as a fair warning.

The cave was emitting loud strange sounds from the inside, alerting to anyone from around the area to vacate the premises immediately. In case the Mothman were to come out of his home and start wrecking chaos. But little did they know that Stowed away deep inside the cave for a whole week did you lay beneath the Mothman in all your naked glory.

Freshly fucked all the way to Sunday during his still ongoing heat cycle. Where the only thing covering you was his semen that painted your caramel skin from your breasts down to your overused cunt stuffed to the brim with his cum that trickled out from your puffy pussylips. Only to be pushed back in by his long veiny dick just to ensure that the next of his kin would live on inside your womb.

Hey At least you prevented a worldwide tragedy, right?

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Monster rule 101 pt2: Always get along with the Scarecrow

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Scarecrow! Hawks x fem farmer! reader

Cw: Humiliation, impact play, degradation, NFSW, monsterfuxking, exhibitionism, creampie, breeding, praise, fingering,

🔞 MDNI/ NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞

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It was a joyous Halloween night.

The children were prancing with delight at their collection of sweet treasure. While the parents took pictures to commemorate their night out round the neighborhood.

While you were out in about getting ready to be dicked down by the sexy scarecrow.

“Why dontcha present that sweet ass of yours for me like a good girl”

Keigo crooned, as he tapped his unnatural girthy shaft against the top of your forehead with a sleazy grin. Loving the view of you being tainted by his thick seed.

“Make me strawboy”

You huffed, as you began to wipe away the cum he defiled you with.

Now that you had some clarity of mind you thought coherently that even if you were out in the open there would be a low chance of you being spotted in the dark of night within the maze of cornfields.

Also if he tried to grab anyone’s attention which would be somewhat difficult as everyones currently occupied with the festivities going on. You’d just have to make sure to get the hell outta dodge which was easy given your athletic physic meant for doing a hard days of farm work.

Sure you felt a bit guilty for moving him against his will from his rightful post. But you refused to be led by the nose any longer especially not from a man whose job was to keep the crows away from your crops.

“Oh would you look at this cheeky farmer slut acting up.”

He hummed, amused and heavily turned on by your defiant antics. Damn you really knew how to get a scarecrow all riled up. Didn’t you know that being bratty is a major turn on for him?

“Not too long ago you were on your knees sucking my cock like a fresh whore but now you wanna act up, sweet thing?”

Just gazing into your defiant glare paired along with those full pouty dick sucking lips of yours was a killer combination. That only made him get harder than physically possible given his straw like constitution.

God he could get off just by looking at your beautiful face alone. And the urge to wank out yet another orgasm all over your face to make sure his balls didn’t back up with excess sperm batter was resurfacing.

But that wouldn’t be fun, he wanted to break you down. Make you cry and get you so addicted to his cock that you’d never get tired of worshipping and indulging in his seed.

“ I guess I’ll just have to slam my dick up inside that disobedient hole of yours and knock some sense into ya don’t I?”

Keigo sneered with a mean smirk plastered on his flushed face exposing his pent up arousal for you.

You knew from your previous experience that the scarecrow was unusually strong but you didn’t expect was for him to snatch you up by your kinky curls and steal your breath away. He was relentless in making sure that you didn’t have the time to recuperate from him passionately meshing his ravenous chapped lips against yours. Savoring the taste of your sweet lips with a flicker of his tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

Failing to recognize his rough hands avidly undressing you from your overalls exposing your skin to the cold autumn breeze. He continued to make out with you in tandem with his wondering fingers trying to find the source of wet heat that radiated from your aroused cunt only to swipe two fingers up against your mound.

“Mmh!”

you moaned in surprise as he continued to rub up and down against your moistened slit. Whilst biting your lip in order to have your mouth open so he can take the chance to do the devils tango with your tongue. Tightening the grip around your waist whenever you’d start to squirm from when he began to ease his fingers into you pushing the fabric of your lacy underwear deep inside your wet cunt.

“ Damn your pussy really wants to be filled huh? Squeezing my fingers so tightly. Shit, Ya wanna milk my dick that badly lil miss farmer?”

” Mmh As if your strawy dick ahn- it’d snap under the pressure”

“You wanna bet princess?”

Keigo purred into your ear his patience thinning the more he fantasizes about how good you’d feel wrapped around his dick. Gaining a good grip on your panties he decided to forcibly remove it from your person eliciting a beautiful whimper falling from your lips.

Not being able to contain his freverent excitement he lightly pushed you to the ground onto your back quickly caging you within his arms. Leaving you exposed to golden hawk like eyes that looked down at you in a sinful manner.

Damn did he know how to get a farmer girl weak in the knees. You couldn’t help but swoon from how devilishly handsome he looked licking his lips as he stared at you like you were his last meal on death row.

“What cat got your tongue baby? It’s a little too soon to be so distracted I need all your attention on me”

He nipped at your velvety skin grabbing the fat of your thick thighs as he propped them up on his shoulders shuffling his pelvis to interlock with yours so he could slide his heavy cock against the slick dripping from your clenching hole.

He teased the fat mushroom tip up and down your second pair of lips. Rubbing in his thick pre against the gaping pink flesh of your pussy that was spread open by his two thick nimble fingers which resembled a v shape.

As much as he wanted to get his dick covered in the honey like substance being produced by your sweet love canal. He wasn’t going to do anything until you starting acting like his proper farmer slut.

“W-what’s wrong strawboy you got cold feet?”

you scoffed.

Trying to act as if you were still the one in control when in actuality the heat from the previous romp in the cornfields. Left you yearning for more despite your brain telling you to run away from the animated scarecrow. That oddly resembled more of a man made of flesh than a man made of straw.

”Oh baby I’d love nothing more than to be buried deep to the hilt inside your needy dripping cunt…”

He whispered huskily into your neck.

“But I have no intention of fucking a spoiled brat who can’t even ask me nicely for what she so desperately needs.”

You reeled from his bold remark with a low whine bubbling from your throat. As he continued to tease and prod at your winking hole and use his other hand to stimulate your budding clit.

Keigo bit his lip in concentration with every slight push of his plump tip dipping cruelly in but not all the way inside of your wavering cunt. Fuck just pressing his cockhead against your hole was gonna make him blow his load. The slick sounds of his lewd ministrations were replaying like a broken record in your head.

Oh how you wanted him to scratch that aggravating itch he planted deep within your heated molten core. But would your pride allow you to stoop so low as to beg the cocky scarecrow to fuck you into oblivion?

Yes, yes it would.

It was almost as if the both of y’all were in the midst of losing your minds. However, you were the first to break as you grabbed at his ratty clothes to look up at him with pleading teary eyes. While grinding haphazardly up into his evading cock.

”P-please..”

”Please what sweetheart?”

”P-please fuck me! I need it! I need your dick inside me right now-“

Before you could even finish your pleas Keigo roughly locked his lips with yours. pushing his tongue inside to taste every inch of that pretty mouth that had once swallowed his seed. Before he pulled back briefly with a loud smack to give you a look full of adoration and love.

”That’s my good girl”

He rasped before pulling his hips back to shoving his throbbing shaft deep inside your gushing cunt. The amount of force he used made all the air from your lungs evaporate into a wordless scream. You could literally feel him in your stomach his dick imprint becoming alarmingly present as you looked down between your conjoined bodies.

Pounding into you as if he couldn’t contain the primal need to ravage you with his cock over and over again. Using your lovely whorish moans as fuel to keep pumping his hips into your soaking heat. Whiling enjoying the view of you bending to his will breasts bouncing wonderfully as tears of exhilaration ran down your face as you finally started getting fucked for all of what your worth.

” You feel so good wrapped around me fuck I’ve been waiting for you for so long to come to this farm I’m glad the wait was worth it.”

He murmured softly to himself as he began to grope and tweak at the dark areoles of your full tits that bounced at every thrust of his hips. His long deep strokes kept you on the precipice of a long awaited climax feeling his thickened pre cum fill you up in ways you never imagined.

”Yes that’s it keep taking my cock just like that sweetness I need to fill you up real good to make up for all the times I haven’t been able too.”

As Keigo continued to punish your overstimulated cunt into completion a puddle of fluids collected from beneath your connected bodies. Which mainly consists of the leakage of thick pre cum and your juices. Making it all the more apparent to hear the wet audible smack of his balls against the fat of your ass.

How long has it been when the two of you starting fucking like wild animals? Cuz as of right now you could barely remain conscious with how much cum he bullied into your tight walls.

“N-no more…ish too muchh”

You slurred. While Keigo was humping his 3rd recent load into your puffy cunt from behind since he had half the mind to manhandle you into the doggy position because he figured you were uncomfortable being flat on your back pumped to the brim of his gunky seed.

”Shhh you’ve been sucha good girl for me I’m almost done. I just need ta make sure that you’re full to the brim of me baby”

Like a madman possessed he was obsessed with emptying out his breeder balls into his pretty farmer girl until nothing was left. Leaving your skin marred with love bites and hickeys. He managed to find purchase on your love handles to ram in his meat within the depths of your cunny kissing the head of your overfilled cervix with an oncoming wave of his baby batter.

“Shit Imma cum, imma cum inside your slutty pussy ahh fuck here it comes! Take it all!”

Keigo groaned loudly as he slumped over you. Your legs had given out awhile ago so he had to hoist you up by your hips to rut further against your rump. Making sure all the cum threatening to overflow is plugged in throughly within your overused snatch.

Wrapping his arms around your middle he pulled you up into his lap to lay against his chest. Your head falling back into the crook of his neck with a peaceful expression. Smiling softly at your soft snores Keigo brushed his lips against your cheek in a faux kiss.

”I think we’ll get along just fine my cute lil farmer”

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Silly Darling

—£ Yan!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader x Yan!Ochako Uraraka.

—£ In this the reader is used as They/them. They also live in a apartment and work as a waiter/waitress.

—£ Warnings: Stalking, Killing, Knifes, Blood, Possessive, Obsession, Short stories.

Deku & Ochako already have a relationship, secret to the public, but they stayed together through it all. They were in a rough patch of the relationship with all the work loud, nothing was threatening the relationship but it was hard for them. Pro hero life was stressful and they were working their way to get somewhere.

Then they finally have free time a whole weekend to themselves and they decided to go out for dinner at a restaurant. This is where you come in, their darling waiter! How you smiled at they and welcome them when they came in. You treated them normally and not like a fan.

You were attractive, so much that they fell for you instantly. The kindness you showed them was making them go crazy that it started to bug them when you didn’t make a big deal. Are they not popular enough? Don’t you know who that are?

“Me and girlfriend here are just off hero patrol, it’s our night off.” Deku replied when you asked if it was a special night.

“Oh, that’s amazing.” You hummed and smiles at them, not giving them enough praise for their liking. “You must be hungry then, should we get started?”

Oh boy did they never forget you. The moment they got in the car they both started to talk about you.

“They were too perfect, I mean I love you deku. But they- I don’t know.” She played with her thumb nervously in her seat.

“I understand what you mean. They’re too kind for their own good.”

They start to come in more to see you often and they sit in your section. It was a way to see you close and have you talk to them.

And not just from watching you from a window or following you home. No, this was your attention. Way better.

Having two pro hero’s follow you around is more scary then you think. They have train in not being seen, how to find someone and have many connections. So it’s easy for them to find out every detail of your life. You’re first day of school pictures, who your friends are and family, and your ex’s.

You hated the feeling you got in your apartment. The feeling of constantly being watched and no matter how many times you checked around you couldn’t find anything.

After a few weeks they ask you out while they get ready to leave the restaurant. Making you flustered that both of them want you but you say yes and run away, after giving them your number.

They are always texting you. About your day or their’s, if something reminds them of you, where you’d like to go out next. After the first date it is hard to get away from them. Next thing you know, you’re in the a relationship with them out of the blue. Even if you felt hesitant about it they convinced you.

Then the yandere behavior really starts to take over.

They are aways near you. They are either staying at your place or you over at theirs. They also start to control your time out without them and even if they are working. You start to see less and less of your friends and get less calls from your family. And they try to talk you into quitting your job since they have money to take care of you.

“Don’t look so sad darling,” she twisted her hair and leaned on your body, “You have us and you need no one less!” She chirped happily as you cried over missing your family.

Then you are stuck. They made you get fired and now staying at their place and aways sabotage your job interviews. Making them your only hope in having money.

It wasn’t until you saw them beating up a man that hit on you at the grocery store in the alleyway. Blood drilling from his mouth as they continued to hurt his limp cold body, making it send a shiver down your spin and a ill feeling in your stomach.

“Guys?” You call out and clinch your chest and take a step back in fear.

They turn to you with blood on their face and glowing red eyes, “Baby, we told you to wait inside.” You swallowed to try and restore the dryness in your throat. “Tsk tsk, never do as you’re told.” Ochako pulls the knife from his corpse.

“You guys are sick! I thought you were heroes?” Screaming you tear up and grow angry. “We are through, I can’t believe I ever-” your breath hitches when wind blows on your skin and you see green lightning flash in front of your eyes. A hand wraps around your mouth, and breath hit the base of your neck.

“Don’t be like that love. We just do what’s best for you, this man was disgusting and touched what belonged to us. It’s only fair he pays the price,” his other hands wrap’s around your hips and his lips give you a soft kiss on the upper neck. “You’re our doll after all. The others had what was coming to them, and so did he.”

The others….There were more? How many people have they killed. How long have you been dating murders. You saw the flags before but you didn’t think they were this crazy for you. How in the hell could you get out of this?

“Silly baby, you disobeyed us. When we get home you’re going in time out, even more because you saw this.” She cupped your cheek as you stare fearful at the girl you once loved.

“Don’t be afraid, doll. We would never hurt you.”

[serendipitous-girl]

Fingers grazed the screen, caressing his face gently. He was talking to the news about a recent save, the bright colors of the tv lighting up the otherwise darkened room.

"Oh, my love." She cooed, kissing his lips when they do a close up towards him, "Soon you will be mine."

The video shut off, leaving her in complete darkness. She sighed quietly, dropping her phone down on her bed. Then she stood, tracing her lips as though she could pretend they were his.

There in front of her was a beautiful shrine for her darling. She knelt in front of it, admiring the pictures that were there of him. Her eyes fell forward to the single strand of purple hair she had been able to snatch, one night while he eas sleeping soundly. (One of the few times she has noticed him sleeping.)

"I love you, Shinsou." She breathed, her heart already starting to race and heat begin to pool between her legs. He would be hers, to touch and to hold. To kiss and to love. He would be hers.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[bloodyboi]

What was the most embarrassing things reader/YN has ever done in a smut you’ve seen?

[ghostlyforxst]

This might be a fun idea

What if one day naga Bakugo and kirishima's little one managed to sneak out only for them to come back with food?

I know how to hunt and fish thanks to my parents, I just think it would be cute. One day our "fathers" just wake up to breakfast. 🤭

Idk

A/N- That would be so adorable, so here you go!

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Toothe-aching sfw and a Kiribaku scolding

CHARACTERS: Kirishima Eijirou and Katsuki Bakugo

The sun poured into the hollow tree, waking you as it shone into your eyes.

You glance down at the two resting nagas; Kirishima's soft snores and Bakugo's drowsy murmurs were still perceivable, thankfully, since you had managed to detach yourself from the grasp of their twitchy tails. You smiled, short of breath, and ambled towards the entrance of the tree.

At the beginning it was tough, your parents being slaughtered by the two grieving serpents, but the three of you worked through it. You were content with them, you had your awful days when your mind dwelled on what they had done, but you had accepted that you wouldn't be able to slip away from their obsessive clutch.

Your stomach grumbled and churned with hunger, "breakfast for all of us wouldn't hurt!"

Since they've done plenty for you, why couldn't you?

You stepped out of the tree and into the morning air, fetching your makeshift spear and a woven basket before, and mosied your way to the lake.

༻༺

You struggled, but you've managed to catch a few fish. You've already cleaned them and currently you are plucking a few fresh vegetables and herbs from the garden to serve with breakfast, throwing what you needed into the woven basket. You gather your stuff, nearing the kitchen bakugo had fixed together. But before you did you poked your head into the tree, checking on the slumbering nagas, and you got to work.

Whilst you were setting up the dishes, you heard Kirishima's panicked cries and Bakugo cursing underneath his breath. The both darted out the tree, they went rigid when they caught sight of you.

Bakugo spoke first, expressing what he thought. "Y/N, how many fucking times do we have to tell you? Never leave the nest unless you're with one of us."

You frowned as you quietly cried, "I wanted to make breakfast for us."

Kirishima gasped before embracing you in his tight hold, squealing, and pulled away. "Wake us next time, you made us worried!"

"I wanted to surprise the both of you, sorry." You sniffled, smearing your tears away.

"It's fine, we enjoy it more if we do it together," Bakugo assured as he ruffled your hair, "now let's eat!"

[ataraxiaspainting]

So Close, Yet So Far.

Yan Dabi x GN Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships/implied kidnapping, addiction, and threats of violence.

Word Count: 300.

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As opposed as it may seem, smoking makes it easier to breathe – especially when the shitty television across from the even shitter couch is working, or even better at full volume. Your life is hard to deal with and the characters of whatever show is playing helps you get into a better mood.

Dabi’s hands are touching things he promised never to touch – despite him stating the line when he was drunk and stumbling to your shared bed, you believed him like you always do – his soot stained fingers and palms touch the television remote and the box of cigarettes he had gotten you just twelve hours ago.

With how addicted you had gotten to the highs, it’s the equivalent of holding your heart and lungs in your world.

“Babe,” The nickname comes slowly from his chapped lips. “You gotta get better. You look sick.”

“I’m not.” Your rebuttal is automatic. Instinctual. An act as simple as blinking.

An act that would be as simple as breathing, should you be able to feel nicotine coursing through your veins once more.

“Listen. I got you a TV and cigs to keep you entertained, not to like more than my company. They’ll go away for now until you learn to do better.”

“Fuck you.” You spit out, your voice so hoarse your throat feels like it just got stung.

“Excuse me?” Dabi takes a step forward – you smell smoke, but it doesn’t bring you euphoria. It brings out the fear in you that only shows up when you step out of line. “Say that again.”

You fucked up again.

“I’m sorry.” You respond as you bow your head, closing your eyes in case he changes his target from your prized possessions to a part of you. “I’m so sorry, Dabi.”

“You better.”

[bb-sg]

Wildfire

Relationship: Yandere!Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: Dabi can't stop thinking about the new warden of the prison. Prison AU.

MDNI! Please mind the content warnings, this fic contains dark content and themes.

CW: Smut, masturbation, violence, gun use, yandere!dabi, obsession, language, implied murder, language, punishment, implied non-con/dub con, domestic violence, darcyphilia

You were a natural disaster waiting to ravage him. You were like lightning; you were striking and consuming. You were meticulously put together, not a hair out of place, always presenting your best self. You shone through the bleakness of these cold walls. Just like lightning, your presence was electrifying. The moment you entered a room, your energy flooded the room and demanded attention.

Where there was lightning, there was thunder. Just like thunder, you made your existence known. It was the way you walked with confidence and an area of authority that made you impossible to miss. You carried your head high, beautiful eyes facing forward, your composed demeanor never faltering.

Why shouldn’t you carry yourself like a queen? You were the new warden after all.

The first time he saw you was in the cafeteria. A fight had just broken out between two gangs. Men in faded orange jumpsuits brawling over the thriving contraband economy. It was nothing that concerned him, so he sat back and watched. Secretly cheering certain men on until the security guards called for a lockdown. He rolled his eyes, annoyed at the inconvenience of having to lay on the ground. He complied but kept his eyes glued to the commotion.

He had never been happier that a fight broke out when he saw you. Alarms started blaring as you burst through the door with your face set in stone. He watched every move you made as you surveyed the scene. Two security guards protected you as you approached the two original instigators of the altercation.

“Take these two to solitary. Along with anyone else who was involved.” You snarled, looking down on the prisoners being detained on the ground. “Take the injured to the infirmary.” The clack on your heels could be heard as you walked to one of your guards, delegating him to get the rest of the prisoners back to their cells. You took one more look around when you locked eyes with him.

He thought you were too beautiful to be in such a wretched place with people like him. Everything about you drew him to you. You stern but gorgeous features never displaying any emotion as you stared him down. He let his eyes drift down your body, devouring your delicious figure under his gaze.

What really made him want you was the way you tried to exude control when he knew that you were just begging to be dominated. He could see it in your eyes, you wanted- no you needed, to be put in your place.

“Get them back to their cells and get this cleaned up. Now.” You barked out, while turning on your heels to leave the room. You paid him no mind as you sauntered away, but he could not help but watch your hips sway with every step. He listened for the sound of your heels fading away, like rolling thunder in the distance.

Each step echoed in his head as you disappeared from sight. That is when it began, when he found the silver lining about being locked up. Each step you took punctuated the thoughts that consumed him.

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.

You. Will. Be. His.  

That was six months ago and since then he has poured all his energy into finding ways to be close to you. He would purposely get caught with contraband, pick fights with a guard, and try to incite chaos wherever he went just to draw you out.

Every time he got called to your office, he wore a smile proudly. He always greeted you with compliments, pick up lines or charming anecdotes to try and get you to open up. The guards frequently jostled him around to try get him to behave but you stopped them. Each time you said the same thing. 

“He’s harmless, he is just trying to get a rise out of me. Don’t entertain him.” Your eyes always stern and unwavering. He wanted to laugh; you really had no idea what he could do. What he would do.

“Yeah, harmless.” He smiled a little too much, almost letting a chuckle slip out. “You do have me chained up like a dog after all.”

“This is the second time this week that you’ve been caught breaking rules. Do you want to be thrown into the hole?” You drawled out, with disinterest.

This annoyed him. He wanted to hold you by the neck while he railed you mercilessly. Wiping the arrogant look of your face. He wanted to make you cry for forgiveness, cry for ever thinking you were above him.

He painted on a calm face and leaned back in the chair positioned in front of your desk.

“There are a few holes I wouldn't mind being in, but solitary confinement isn't one of them.” His voice was laced with honey, batting his eyes at you.

“Please, at least have the decency to refrain from hitting on me.” You were unmoved by him.

“You always seem so high strung, I know how to get you relaxed, let me show you.” He smirked.

“I’m happily married, not that it’s any of your business. Now I’m assigned you to janitorial duties until you can knock off this shit attitude.” You deadpanned.

He was impressed with you. Never once in the past six months had you broken character. It only made the build up to the inevitable better for him. He couldn’t wait to see you reduced to a sniveling mess under him.

“Always work and no play.” He whispered to you. “Your husband must be slacking at his duties.” He laughed as the guard pulled him out of your office. He would keep chipping away at you until you revealed a crack in your armor.

Another six months had passed, and he continued his onslaught of mischief around the prison. It was like clockwork; he would break the rules and you would call him to the office to scold him. His crimes began to escalate, waiting for you to truly break and for him to see the real you.

Then one day he got a glimpse of it. He had gotten in a guard's face and refused to follow orders. On the way down the familiar corridor to the office he heard you arguing with someone. He heard your distraught voice drifting down the halls, your voice shook, wrought with emotion.

He savored it, trying to walk as slowly as possible to bask in the way the timbre in your voice made it impossible to miss the pain you were feeling.

He loved it.

The guard knocked on the door gently, undoubtedly feeling uncomfortable with disturbing you.

“Excuse me ma’am?” the guard beckoned to you. On the other side of the door, he could head you scrambling to get off the phone, shushing whoever was on the other end. You cleared your throat before inviting them in.

It was obvious, your normal shell was cracked. Your eyes were darkened from exhaustion, your hair wasn’t as neat as usual, and your usual conservative clothing was replaced with more relaxed, casual wear. He loved the way your tank top clung to your body, he took in every little detail.

When you saw it was him you audibly signed. You rested your hands on your hips while you tried to compose yourself.

“What have you done now?” you groaned, clearly not in the mood to deal with him.

“That’s no way to greet a friend warden. You don’t look so hot today, what’s troubling you?” He smiled and cooed at you.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to wipe away your fog. The guard shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, the tension was thick, and the atmosphere was heavy and stale.

You walked around to the front of the desk and leaned against it, eyeing Dabi down.

“Can you please give me a minute alone with him?” You croaked out meeting the guard’s eyes. The guard nodded before he exited your office.

Dabi kept his eyes on you, standing still waiting for you to make a move.

“What is the purpose of all this? I don’t get it anymore. Do you want to be stuck in here forever? You have a parole hearing coming up soon and I have no reason to vouch for you to be released early. So, give me a good explanation on why you’ve been you’re constantly getting into trouble?” You ranted, speaking faster and louder than you normally do. You crossed your arms in front of you protectively when you waited for his response.

“What can I say? Seeing you is the best part of my day warden.” He laughed taking one step closer to you, his kept his eyes trained on you, almost stalking towards you. He couldn’t believe his luck that you asked to be alone with him, this was his chance to finally get to you. He didn’t know what he wanted to do first with you: force you to your knees and make you cry on his cock or push you down on the desk and make you beg to be let go, tears running down your face, whimpering beneath him. He knew you would look beautiful when he broke you and you were so close to finally letting your façade crumble.

“Stop fucking around. You are going to catch a new charge at this rate that you’re going, and you will end up rotting in this prison alone. Is that what you want? I’ll happily throw you into the hole for as long as I can if you don’t drop this act.” You snapped back, dripping with venom. You stood your ground when he took another step closer, his handcuffs rattling cutting through the silence.

“C’mon, you wouldn’t do that to me. Don’t act like you don’t enjoy seeing me warden. If you want, maybe I can get you out of your shit mood and make you feel better.” He sauntered closer to you, now standing directly in front of you. “Just beg for me and I’ll happily make you forget about everything. I’ll put you in a good mood and send you back to your doting husband, you’ll have a great night with him, make dinner, watch your boring shows and pathetically fall asleep next to him in your bed. Fuck, he will be none the wiser.” He whispered, baring his teeth like a wolf who has trapped his target. “What do you say warden? You wanna drop that whole bitch act and give in?”

“Shut up! You’re insufferable. Fine, you want to fuck around? Let’s fuck around and I’ll write a letter to the parole board begging them to keep you in here for your full sentence and then some.” You pressed a finger to his chest and pushed him back when you stood up tall. You gather all your strength to put forward some bravado, but your voice betrayed you as your voice shook with every word.

“You think you know everything about me, don’t you? You don’t know anything about me! How dare you talk to me like that! I’m so sick of the men in my life acting like fucking assholes! What is it about me that makes people want to take advantage of me…” You trailed off quickly and sunk back against the desk.

Then he finally got what he’s been pining for, seeing you break down before him. You covered your face, shoulders slumped and shaking.

Where there is lightning and thunder, there’s also rain. Right now, you were pouring. You started weeping, your sobs wracking your body while you struggled to breathe through each cry. You collapsed into yourself, holding your body as you fell forward.

His smile fell when he saw you. This was supposed to make him happy, overjoyed even but now all he wanted to do was to break the neck of whoever did this to you. The sight of you so disheveled made him feel feral with rage. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he was supposed to be the one to break you. He wasn’t basking in your pain like he had wanted to, he actually felt sorry for you.  He would find out who did this to you and rip their throat out, he promised this to you silently.

You tried to pick yourself up, attempting to stop crying and fixing your clothes and posture. You wiped your tears away endlessly, still sniffling. Your eyes were puffy and red when you made eye contact with him again.

He was right about one thing though; you did look beautiful when you cried. It made you look more human, vulnerable, and weak. He wanted to protect you, keep you safe from whatever was happening. Keep you safe from this world, lock you up and throw away the key so nothing can make you cry again, except for him.

He lifted his arms up slowly, adjusting the handcuffs slightly to allow him to wrap his arms around you so he could comfort you. He expected you to push him away, but you didn’t. Your head fell to his chest as you started crying more. You knew it was inappropriate, but you didn’t care. He awkwardly tried to pat your back, but his restraints didn’t allow him to. Instead, he just held you, silently waiting for you to be done crying.

“I’m sorry.” You choked out between sobs. “This is so unlike me.”

You nuzzled into him, inhaling the scent of his body wash. He smelled like rich dark wood and smoke. It was soothing and relaxing to you. His broad chest served as a pillow for you while you drained yourself, purging out your frustrations.

After a few moments he spoke, his voice shaking you from your stupor.

“Who did this to you?” The base in his voice vibrating against you.

You pulled back, coming face to face with him. You admired him for a moment. Taking in his features for what felt like the first time. He was handsome, his eyes were beautiful and enticing. His lips fixed in a line while he looked at you, not giving away any of the thoughts running through his head.

“I’m so sorry, this was incredibly unprofessional.” You half-heartedly laughed and unraveled yourself from him. “It’s just some stuff going on at home.” You uncomfortably cleared your throat, fixing your clothes again and cleaning your face with a tissue.

“Is it your husband?” He said quietly. He secretly hoped it was.

He eyed the framed picture of you and your husband on your desk. He pictured beating your husband within an inch of his life for hurting you.

You bit your lip and looked at your feet. “Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, okay?”

Bingo, he thought as his eyes shifted back to you. Your body language told him everything that you didn’t want to tell him. He shifted his attention back to the photo, he memorized it, burning the image into his brain. He vowed he would find your husband and rip him apart, piece by piece, make him plead for his life. He would laugh while he snuffed out your husband’s life. The only person that had the right to make you weak was Dabi and he would make sure of that. You were his and his alone, you just didn’t know it yet.

He couldn’t help but commit how you looked in the photo to memory too. How could he not? You looked ethereal, your smile was radiant, spreading to your eyes. Your skin was glowing, your eyes were bright, and your lips looked so inviting. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about your lips around his cock while you drooled and gagged around him. It made his blood rush to his stiffening member. That was going to be one of his favorite ways to make you cry. In the photo you’re wearing a sundress that fit you perfectly, the color complimented your skin tone beautifully. He daydreamed about seeing you walk around in that dress, teasing him with the way the dress flowed around you and gave him hints of your body underneath. In his daydream he preys on you, pouncing on you while ripping your dress off you so he can take you properly. Whether you wanted to or not. He almost audibly moaned at the idea of sheathing himself inside you and fucking you like an animal. Your pussy clenching around him more with every thrust until he came deep inside you, breeding you. You wouldn’t be able to leave him if you were swollen with his baby, right?

You noticed him staring at the photo and quickly put it away in a drawer, feeling uncomfortable with the intensity of his stare.

“Let’s get back to the issue at hand. You need to knock off all your shit if you want to have any chance of getting released early. I don’t want to see you in my office again or I’ll throw your ass into solitary, and I will personally beg the parole board to keep you in here for as long as possible.”

Just like that, you were returning to your normal self, the armor was put back together and your walls were up. You glared at him, waiting for a snarky reply.

“Understood, I will be a saint. You have my word warden.” He held his hands up in defeat and smiled at you.

Oh, he would be on his best behavior, he has to get out in order to be able to find your husband. He’ll be a model prisoner if it meant that he would be able to see that man’s life leave his eyes and he would have you all to himself. He wouldn’t miss the opportunity to have you stuck in a prison of his own design.

You resigned and called for the guard to take Dabi away, hiding your face to prevent the guard from seeing your tear-stained face.

That night in his cell, the only thing he could think of was you. He made a list of ways he would fuck you and another list of ways he would put you in your place. The way you would be sobbing while he railed you from behind, his hands locked around your throat, made him hard. It was only a matter of time.

He swiftly pulled his hard cock out of its confinements and stroked it softly. He groaned at the feeling, thinking about how it would feel even better if he was in your hands. He caved into his lust and increased the pace of his strokes. He used his thumb to swipe the precum from his slit, shuddering at the touch.

“Fuck…” he whispered and lifted his shirt up, holding it out of the way with his teeth. Closing his eyes, he thought of how warm and tight your pussy would feel around his cock. How you would clench around him every time his tip hit your cervix, writhing with pleasure and pain when he held your hips down, making sure you take all of him. The strong, fierce woman he sees everyday reduced to the fuck toy you really were. His fuck toy. The idea of you blubbering over how good his cock felt almost made him cum too quickly. He moaned and slowed his strokes, he wanted this to last, he had too many fantasies of you that he wanted to play out in his head.

His cock twitched when he thought of you riding him, desperately trying to please him. Your breasts bouncing in his face while he lies to you and tells you that if you can make him cum in under five minutes, he would let you go. You would try your little heart out but fail, not only to make him cum but you would fail to deny that he makes you feel so good. The feeling of your slick covering his cock was evidence that you enjoyed every second. Then an even better idea dawned on him. Maybe he would make you make you cum in front of your shitty husband. He’d fuck you stupid while your husband watched his wife scream for another man. You wouldn’t be able to hide the shame you felt from cumming around Dabi’s cock, but you wouldn’t be able to help yourself no matter how much you tried.

His pace quickened and he let out a series of whinny moans while his toes curled in pleasure. He was thankful for the shirt in his mouth that was stifling his moans. The fantasy was perfect, you would look irresistible beneath him, your lips shaped in an “O”, eyes screwed shut and moaning for him. Just for Dabi. He was tethering on the edge, pressure building up as he approached his climax. He focused on imagining how beautiful you would look while he fucked into you relentlessly while your husband begs for Dabi to stop. Would he take you again after he killed your husband? Maybe. He would make sure that you were too scared to ever try to leave him. You’d be his to keep, a pet to play with, forever. He came hard as pleasure washed over him.

He laughed to himself as he came down from his high. You were going to be his. He would keep you hidden away, just for him. You’d hate it at first, but he’d break you down and make you appreciate him. One way or another.

The next few months passed by without an incident. Dabi was true to his word and stayed out of trouble. Keeping to himself and watching you from a distance. You went on like nothing happened, only sparing him a glance from time to time. Every time you graced his presence he memorized every detail about you, each time saw you he felt like he knew you more and more. He was obsessed with you, and he knew it.

His life had become monotonous, until one day he saw you speaking to your staff from across the yard. He noticed your lip was busted and eye swollen. You looked like you had taken quite the beating. He saw red. He knew it had to be your husband. He was filled with a blinding rage, barely able to hold himself back from approaching you. He thought about taking out his anger on the poor bastard next to him, beating him until Dabi felt better. Poor guy would be collateral damage, but it would be a win, win for Dabi. He would get to get this rage out of him, and he would be able to see you when you inevitably threw him into the hole.

He stared at you, his self-control weakening every second he saw your beaten face. How dare another man lay a hand on what was his? He was the only one that has the honor of putting hands on you. He wasn’t going to stand for this. He wanted you and your husband at his mercy.

Now.

He let out a deep breath and calmed himself. Deciding that tonight was the night he was going to get out. He couldn’t wait any longer, he wasn’t going to be able to sleep until you were his for good.

It was one in the morning when the sound of your cell phone ringing woke you up. You groggily rolled over in your bed to feel around for your phone on the nightstand. You figured it was your husband, presumably out at a bar getting plastered before he came home to start another fight with you. For months it was the same thing over and over. The smell of whisky overwhelming you while he yelled in your face about anything and everything. Ever since he lost his job, he hasn’t been the same.

You looked at your phone and noticed the call was from the prison. Your eyes widened in concern as you quickly answered the call.

“What’s wrong?” You croaked out, your voice gravely from sleep.

“It’s an emergency! A riot has broken out and some of the prisoners have escaped. We need your help, t-there’s not enough guards here to handle this!” One of the guards cried over the phone, panic evident in his voice.

“What! Who escaped and how?” You scrambled to get out of bed and throwing on whatever clothes you could find. You picked up a tank top and sweats from the floor before digging in the closet to get shoes. Your mind racing with all the possible ways prisoners would be able to escape. Trying to think of a solution to get the riot under control.

The guard listed several names before he sputtered out Dabi’s name. You froze, panic overwhelming you.

Why would he escape? His parole hearing was coming up, he could have been released. It didn’t make sense. You recalled the way he has been watching you over the past few months, the look in his eyes when you made eye contact and you shuddered.

“Okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible.” You frantically hung up the call and rushed to find your keys. You ran to the front door to where you kept your keys, but they were gone. You were sure you left them here when you came home. Your husband must have taken your car; that was the only explanation you could come up with.

You sighed as you pulled your phone out of your pocket to call your husband. You cringed at the thought of having to ask him to come home, expecting him to be too obliterated to be reasoned with. You called him, bracing yourself mentally when you heard the jingle of a cell phone in your living room.

You couldn’t move. Something wasn’t right. Why did your husband come home and not come to bed? He always ended up passing out next to you. If he’s here, then where are your keys? Your stomach dropped and your chest tightened with fear.

You hesitantly called out your husband’s name but received no response. You heard footsteps coming from the living room and the sound of a chair sliding across the floor.

Each sound reverberating through your body, your heart rate quickened, and you started to sweat. You thought about running out of the house and screaming for help, but you couldn’t bring yourself to flee. You slowly tip toed towards the living room, telling yourself it was just your husband. It had to be. You gripped your phone tightly in your hand, ready to call for help as you rounded the corner.

You stopped in your tracks when you took in the sight before you. Dabi was standing in your living room. He wore baggy joggers, a white tee that was tattered and splattered with blood with a crazed smile on his face. His hair hung in his face, but you caught a glimpse of his bright eyes staring at you. Fear jolted through your body when you saw him standing over your husband. Your husband was gagged and tied to a dining room chair, badly beaten and unconscious. You were about to cry out when Dabi pulled a gun from his waistband and cocked it against your husband’s slumped over head.

He tutted and shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you warden.”

Your eyes filled with tears; your heart pounded in your ears as you tried to process the scene in front of you. Maybe you were having a nightmare. You wanted to believe you were still in bed, but you couldn’t wake up.

“Come closer and hand me the phone, doll.” He cooed at you.

You slowly walked towards him, your body acting of its own accord. With a shaky hand you gave him your phone, never taking your eyes away from the gun.

“Hey, look at me.” Dabi whispered, pushing the barrel of the gun against your cheek to turn your attention to him. Your heart skipped a beat when you looked into his eyes. His blue eyes looked at you adoringly, he smiled as he leaned closer to you.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt about this moment. Don’t ruin it by doing something I’d have to punish you for darling.” He whispered his voice low and dangerous.

“Dabi. Why are you doing this? Why?” The tears in your eyes spilled over and raced down your cheeks.

“To see that look on your face. It’s just as beautiful as I thought it would be too.” He grinned while he watched your tears run down your face. “Plus, this piece of shit here needed to pay for what he’s done to you.”

Dabi kicked the leg of the chair your husband sat in, causing it to break. Your husband fell to the floor with a loud thud, waking him up. Dabi laughed when your husband cried out into his gag.

“Dabi...”

You tried to reason with him, but no words came out. You watched in horror as Dabi knelt down closer to your husband.

“Now, tell me. What do you think I should to him?” Dabi asked while locking eyes with you. You wanted to cry for your husband, plead with Dabi to let you both go but you couldn’t. You thought of the torture your husband has put you through, the screaming and yelling, the other night when he finally snapped and hit you in a drunken haze.

“Shoot him.” You whispered softly, your mind going blank as you uttered the sinful words.

Dabi burst out laughing, surprised by your response. Truly were perfect for him.

“Oh dove, you really are a force to be reckoned with, aren’t you? I’ll make a deal with you, I’ll do your little dirty work and rid you of this cockroach but in return you’re mine. You’ll. Belong. To. Me.”

You fell to your knees as you contemplated his proposition. Trying to weigh out your options, figuring out which was the lesser of two evils.

“This is crazy...” You whispered.

He smiled tucking the gun away as he moved to kneel in front of you, capturing your face in his hand.

“What can I say, you make me crazy. I’ll let you in on a little secret love, you’re already mine, whether you like it or not. So, I’ll do you a favor and get rid of him,” he nodded in the direction of your husband who thrashed against his restraints. “But first, let’s show him who owns you.”

He leaned in, holding you still as he pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you feverishly, moving his lips against yours hungrily. He bit your lip harshly, causing you to yelp. He used the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and taste you. You couldn’t stop yourself from moving in time with him, your skin burning with desire. You shouldn’t enjoy it, but you did. You hadn’t been intimate with your husband in months, and Dabi’s touch caused your body to tingle, you didn’t even want to fight it.

He pulled away from you and hummed in approval. He licked the tears off your cheek and smiled to himself. This was better than he imagined it. You tasted sweet, your lips and skin were so soft, and he could hear your heart beating rapidly in your little body. He felt his cock straining against his pants, the sight of you making him hard. Nothing and nobody was going to be able to take you from him now.

“Oh doll, you don’t know how far I’m willing to go in order to make you mine. Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll forget all this asshole. You’ll learn to love how I make you feel. You’ll learn to love me.” He whispered in your ear.

You trembled at the feeling of his breath on your neck. You couldn’t think, speak or move. You could only focus on the heat radiating off of him, the tickle of his breath and cadence of his voice.

You may be a storm; you may be made out of lightning and thunder, but he was a wildfire. He would burn the world down to keep you by his side. He will destroy everything that gets in his way, and he will consume you with his flames. The passion he felt for you fueling him.

He stood up, unbuckling his belt. “Now take off your fucking clothes or I’ll do it for you.”

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This was inspired by a yandere prompt list and a fan art of Dabi that has been living in my mind rent free.

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