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[pixeldemonia]

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[dabisqueen]

With Consent

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 3.7K

⇢ plot: what plot? there's no plot, just porn (ok, ok. You go to meet up with Dabi at the warehouse but he doesn't show up. Or does he?)

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, kabedon, lots of kissing, Dabi is a teasing piece of shit, fingerfucking, consensual unprotected sex, orgasms, creampie, no aftercare but at least he calls a cab

⇢ personal note: the second part or rather missing porn to "Without Consent". Thanks to @/sharlockart for allowing me to use your magnificent art again.

Thanks to @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again. Lub u!

9:58pm

Staring at the display of your cell phone, you sighed. It wasn't like you hadn't been excited. All day long you've thought about this moment, the moment where he would walk into the street, his smirk welcoming you like… like what? The boyfriend you never had? Tch…

10:08pm

Letting your eyes wander around, you noticed the dry leaves from the past year trailing a pattern along the ground, the dingy street light barely illuminating the street.

What are you doing here anyway?

10:20pm

Your knuckles turned white with the way you strained your grip on your phone. This was the right meeting place. There was only one abandoned factory in town. 

Should've stayed home tonight.

Shuffling your feet, you clasped your open jacket shut. The air outside had gotten a little chilly, the warmth of the summer day dissipating quickly. It hadn't been as cold or breezy as yesterday but still - you felt a little chill creeping up your spine with the skimpy dress you were wearing.

10:30pm

Well, this sucks.

With a frustrated sigh, you stuffed your phone back into your pocket and headed down the cracked sidewalk, skipping over some potholes as the light of the dim street lamp slowly faded behind you.

When you rounded the corner of the building, a hand clamped around your arm and pulled you into the darkness.

A second hand covered your mouth, muffling your rising scream. You stumbled backward, until your back was pressed against the brick building. The hand holding your arm let go and slapped against the wall beside you, boxing you in.

"Leaving already?" Someone chuckled against your ear. "I thought we had a date?"

You would have recognized that voice anywhere. 

Dabi.

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, dragging from the dip of his collarbone right in front of you all the way up to his face. It was indeed him, strikingly handsome as always– you tried your best not to shrink beneath the intensity of his gaze.

"You didn't show up!" You tried to defend yourself.

"I was here the whole time, doll– " his eyebrows drifted upward, sly and smug, "–watching you." 

You blinked dumbly.

"You were there the entire time?" You were trying not to tense too much. 

He didn't answer. He didn't need to, the way  the corners of his mouth quirked up suspiciously was all the answer you needed.

"You’re such a fucking asshole," you spat.

"Villains aren't nice, sweetheart," he said with a cocky smile on his face, "didn't ya know?"

Biting your lower lip, your face heated up from embarrassment but– something else lurked beneath the shame.

His azure eyes trailed along your face, tracing every feature carefully, slowly, lingering on your mouth. His free hand came up, thumb running over your lips. 

"Missed those," he revered, lust-filled azure eyes trained on your lips.

"Dabi, w-what do you want?" Heat bloomed in your face at his proximity.

"Can't you guess?" He angled his face to the side, slotting it closer to yours.

You tried to move but his thigh slipped between your legs, hips pinning you in place. It made your heart pick up its pace as you flattened yourself further against the building.

He tutted quietly. "It's rude to leave without answering someone's question."

Your head thumped against the bricks when you realized he was moving even closer, eating up the space between you. This close, you could see the brilliant hue of his sapphire irises, framed by thick dark lashes that complemented his intense gaze.

You tilted your head to the side, cutting eye contact, heart fluttering like a butterfly. His warm breath ghosted over your ear as strands of his messy raven hair tickled against your cheek.

"J-Just– stop the teasing already...” You stuttered, your voice cracking.

"I thought you liked it… had to clean my pants after our last encounter." He trailed off into a half-hearted chuckle.

"Fuck you!" You spat, knowing all too well that he had hit the nail on the head.

"Hm– what was that?" His lips brushed over the rim of your ear.

"Y-You –ahhh– heard me right." You uttered, distracted as he continued ghosting your ear. His lips were warm and soft, the rough texture of his calloused lower lip a teasing stark contrast.

"Say it again." He cooed.

He was such a little shit. 

"F-fuck you." you mumbled, feeling the heat rush to your ears.

He laughed airily, "Such a naughty lil girl, aren't ya—"

"I'm not…" it was hard trying to think with the way his mismatched lips pulled into a teasing smirk against your skin.

"I think you are. Meeting a villain at night, wearing this—" his hips rolled slowly against yours, "—skimpy dress."

"I-It's not skimpy." You swallowed hard, heat rising to your face.

But he was right. You had dressed up for him in hopes of doing more than just kissing.

And you were getting off on this. On him.

Deep down inside you knew that you had already lost the game. Your hands tentatively came to a rest on his belt as you leaned your head against his shoulder, breathing him in, his smoky scent, his comforting warmth.

"Good girl," Dabi rasped as his lips finally met your skin, licking over your earlobe before sucking it into his warm mouth.

…Shit. 

You lost your strength right there and then, your knees buckling under you. A soft, breathy moan escaped you and you felt it travel right into the growing swell of his cock at your hips.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin, causing every hair to stand straight. There was no helping it. Parting your lips, another breathy moan escaped you as Dabi's tongue flicked over the soft piece of flesh before pulling back, releasing it with a pop.

Your resolve was wearing thin as his lips– so soft, so warm– trailed along your cheek. There was only one thing on your mind– the desire to have this man all over you, touching you, kissing you– inside of you. 

Clutching his belt tighter, you drew him in, pressing your hips against his hard erection. It was all you could manage right now, with your brain succumbing to his scent, his heat– his very presence.

His hand moved up your thigh, hitching your dress up high, tracing small circles on your skin, with each pass drawing closer and closer to your core. Every time his pinkie slid closer to the seam of your panties, you felt ready to explode, wanting more than just his fingers brushing along your skin.

"What happened to the attitude?" He murmured, his fingers dancing closer to your puffy folds.

You were trying to formulate a response, really trying. But your brain short circuited and you were left sucking in short little breaths instead. With one more graze of his pinkie you decided you had enough of his teasing.

"Dabi, stop the games." A small trembling whimper –all you could manage with your heart in your throat– left your lips.

He stalled, his brow quirking up."Oh, you think I'm playing games?"

You didn't know how to respond, your mind completely focused on his fingers going still at the crease of your thigh, the heat radiating off them igniting the fires within you even more.

"I'll show you games…" he growled low and tempting, hooking his other hand under your chin to tilt up your face.

His lips crashed on yours without warning, coaxing your mouth open with his dexterous tongue. It was hungry and devouring and urgent. There was no holding back, entwining your tongues following a low groan that he let escape into your mouth. You were gasping for air, your insides clenching around nothing.

A lustful moan was pulled from your lips, his hot hand traveling up and under the seams of your panties, long fingers finally finding your swollen folds and stroking along to gather your warm, slick juices.

Dabi pulled back, looking at you with molten desire as he started circling your clit, further stoking the blazing fire inside your core. 

Arching your back, your head pushed against the damp bricks as Dabi bent toward you, the hot press of his mouth against your pulse intoxicating.

"Tell me what you want, princess." He demanded between kisses and nibbles.

You tried to fight the arousal building up even more with each pass of his finger, but the coil was seconds away from unwinding.

"I asked you a question…" he pinched your clit, making you jerk.

"N-Nothing!"

"Didn't your daddy tell you to not lie to a villain?" He mused, pinching your clit again.

"Dabi, please," you winced.

"Answer me!" His tone became low, rumbling through his chest.

"I-I want you, Dabi."

"Wrong answer." His words were punctuated with another pinch to your sensitive nub.

That fucking jerk! You felt so humiliated but you had no choice, not with the coil inside wound so tight, desperately begging to be released. You looked up with as much courage as you could muster, meeting his eyes before biting your lips.

"W-Wanna cum—" You whined pitifully.

"Atta girl," Dabi chuckled and gave your clit a light graze.

Then he dipped down, pushing three fingers past your tight entrance without warning. You keened, the stretch heavenly, much needed to stoke the white heat into exploding below your belly.

"So fucking wet—" Dabi groaned, starting a rapid pace, smearing your glistening juice all over his hand, your panties, your thighs– everywhere.

His searing tone traveled straight to your pussy. The way his hand pumped between your thighs felt amazing– better than you'd imagined. This wasn't a dream, this was the real villainous Dabi between your legs, fucking you with his fingers in earnest now, reaching deeper and curling them to hit that one spot even you couldn't as his thumb continued to rub your clit. 

Please don’t stop… oh God. 

It felt so lewd. But more than right. It didn't take long for you to come undone. Losing your composure, you sank into him, eyes fluttering shut as the beginnings of it started washing over you.

And then the tension exploded, intense waves of pleasure racking your body. You felt dizzy, holding your breath as a hot glow spread through your body. Your muscles clenched and released around his fingers as he kept working you through your high.

Then he pulled out, leaving you tensing around nothing, heart still beating a thousand miles a minute. While you tried to calm your beating heart, the blood rushing through your ears nearly made you miss his low chuckle and the clinking sound of a belt being undone.

Dabi dipped down, his hands sliding along your exposed thighs to dig into your ass, long fingers squeezing rough and hard. He had you up in a flash, your arms flying around his neck, your legs coiling around his hips in an attempt to seek some purchase.

"You want this dick in your pussy?" Dabi glanced at you from behind his dark bangs.

You shuddered, knowing exactly what the answer to his question was.

"I need it," you pleaded, so desperate for him, for his cock to fill you up, it had you nearly in tears.

His chuckle resonated from deep within his chest as he effortlessly slid aside the fabric of your panties, slotting the hot tip of his cock, hard and ready, against your leaking entrance.

Your head was spinning, unable to wrap your mind around what was happening, too high on endorphins to realize—

—that you were about to let yourself get fucked by a wanted criminal. A murderer. Yet, a hot one, that allowed the overwhelming ache between your thighs to continue to muddle your brain. Your core clenched as you realized that all you wanted was for him to fill the emptiness inside you.

"You ready, sweetheart?" His eyes met yours while he rolled his hips, slickening his shaft along your folds, gathering your juices on it.

You were about to shake your head because nothing in this world would ever prepare you to be ready for this. But then Dabi slammed his hips against yours, slotting balls deep inside you with one swift thrust.

There was no preparing for how it felt. You felt so full, so stuffed, his girth stretching you unlike anything you'd felt before. A jolt of pleasure tore up your spine and you collapsed against him, helplessly impaled on his shaft.

"Taking me so well," he groaned the words out between gritted teeth. "'S fucking tight—"

Looking down, he watched his dick slip from your drooling pussy, each piercing popping out before he slowly shoved it back inside your gaping hole.

"Kept thinking about fucking you dumb on my cock." He started thrusting into you, the stretch of his cock rendering you stupid.

"Shit. Taking me –fuck– so well." He made sure you could hear every filthy swear he let out while he kept pumping his dick inside of you.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you." He growled.

"Yes, please!" You choked out.

Your mouth hung open, drool wetting the corners of your mouth, as you cried out his name over and over again.

His cock ground deep inside your pussy as he started rocking into you a little faster now, making sure you could feel every single piercing, every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you.

His biceps flexed each time he lifted you up just to drop you back down on his cock, splitting you open. Rolling his hips, he kept hitting different angles, tweaking positions until he caught that special spot that had you crying out.

"There?" His gaze was heavy with desire, punctuating each word with a wet grind of his hips against yours.

"Y-Yes, Dabi–" you were on the verge of losing your mind, lashes heavy with the tears of overwhelming pleasure.

You tried to focus on him, taking in as many details as you could so you would forever remember this night. He looked like a dream to you– pupils dilated, face coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His lips pressed to a thin line as he took you in, his hips smacking forward, balls slapping against your ass with each rut. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “So damn sexy."

All you could do was cling to him while he fucked you, listening to the wet slap of his balls against your ass. 

It had you gasping out, "H-harder—" 

"Oh yeah? You want it? You want my cum? Fuck!" He panted, breathlessly, "Gonna make this fucking pussy mine–"

It was all too much. His smokey, burnt scent, the way his cock reached too far, kissing your cervix each time he dropped you down on it. You couldn't help the way you started clamping down on him, tears spilling from your eyes as you bit your lower lip to suppress more cries of pleasure.

"Ahh– fill me up," with the next thrust he pulled a loud mewl from you, "Please—" 

"Fuck–" Suddenly, he pulled out and left you empty, your gummy walls fluttering around nothing. 

Dabi's face was unreadable, as he stood there, his cock, white and creamy with your arousal, sitting heavy against your stomach.

Letting go of your ass in favor of grabbing the base of his cock, he squeezed it tight, huffing desperately. 

"You're dangerous," he growled, trying to calm his breathing and hoping to still his twitching cock. "So fucking dangerous."

His gaze flicked from his dick to your face, licking his lips. For one blink of a second you could see affection in his eyes, lust and desire– all for you.

The moment was gone as quick as it had appeared, making you wonder if you even saw it at all. He slotted his cock back against your hole, wearing his signature bored expression again as he leaned forward.

"Ready?" He panted against your mouth, not bothering to wait for a reply.

His hips snapped hard into you before he upped the pace, nearing his high. You could feel him going deeper with each slam of his hips, each time he dropped you ruthlessly on his shaft.

You held onto him for dear life, tucking your face in his shoulder, fingers tangling into his coat. You just let go, feeling him propel you toward another climax with every vigorous thrust forward.

You couldn't have stopped your orgasm even if you wanted to. The speed of it slammed through you so quickly, you forgot how to breathe. 

You started dripping around him, each thrust building up a frothy white ring around his cock as your pussy convulsed to his rhythm. Waves of intense pleasure washed through you and Dabi groaned under his breath, forcing himself to power through the tightness of your walls as you came for him.

He kept snapping his hips up, frantic now, his eyebrows drawing close, the wet shine of his parted lips speaking to his animalistic desire to claim you. Several strands of hair were stuck to his forehead which glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as he groaned out your name.

When his breathing became ragged, his hips began to stutter and with one last thrust up, he remained buried balls deep inside you as his cock twitched with his release.

"Ohhh –f-fuck!" He groaned before his eyes closed shut, painting your gummy walls white, stuffing you full of his creamy seed.

He looked so good cumming, and the idea of him filling you up with his warmth, marking you as his, had you toppling right over the edge again. You moaned as you felt your pussy contracting again, slow deep ripples of pleasure surging through your body.

It dragged another hiss from his lips as his eyes snapped open, meeting your hazy, blissed-out gaze before dropping down to see the thick drag of his cum on his cock when he pulled out. His piercing blue eyes trained back on your face as he slowly pushed back in, the cum squelching obscenely along your folds, ruining your panties when he did. 

"Fuck, you take my cock–" he breathed heavily, "–my cum– so well."

After a final thrust, he stilled deep inside of you, catching his breath, his cock slowly softening against your walls.

"Look at you, princess. So messy." His face was unreadable, serious in its intensity.

You let out a weak moan at his words, your cheeks dusted a dark crimson.

When his soft dick slipped out, he pulled your panties back into place, keeping all his pearly seed trapped inside. Gently setting you back on the ground, he watched as your legs gave in immediately. You shakily dropped to the ground, head hanging low on your chest.

You felt some of his warmth flowing out of you, puddling in the small piece of fabric meant to keep you decent before overflowing and dripping onto the dusty concrete below.

Your vision was blurry from all the tears and the exhaustion set in as you continued to stare at the ground before you. He was still standing in front of you, his dark boots just a foot away, pants pooled round his knees. You heard the rustle of fabric, and then a used tissue was dropped carelessly to the ground next to you. Pulling up his pants and fastening his belt, he towered over you.

"That was fun." He proclaimed. "Should do it again some time."

With that he turned and disappeared into the darkness, the sound of his heavy boots hitting the ground slowly dissipating into the night. It grew quiet and after a while you scrambled to your feet, leaning against the wall until your heart had steadied its pace.

What an asshole, you did your best to suppress the sob arising in your heaving chest. Straightening out your dress with your sweaty palm, you rummaged around in the pocket of your jacket for a scrap of an old tissue. 

Gritting your teeth, you slid your hand into your panties, stuffing it close to your leaking entrance, trying to stop his cum from flowing out.

So fucking messy, you snorted inwardly, so much fucking cum. Well, it wasn't like you asked for it but he could’ve at least—

The noise of a car pulling up cut your thoughts short and your head snapped up, your hand quickly pulling out of your panties to pull down the hem of your dress. Relief washed over you as you saw a cab pulling over to the sidewalk near you.

Straightening up, a window rolled down and the driver called your name.

Wait, what? You looked in disbelief at the car.

He called your name again. "That's you, isn't it? I’m here to take you home. Fare's paid 'n all." 

You remained glued to your spot.

"Well?" The driver cocked his head, giving you a closer look. "Hurry up, I don’t have all night."

"Y-Yes, Sir–" you blurted out, picking up your feet to approach the car.

After sitting down in the back, you were careful to cross your legs to keep the mess between them from soiling the seats below.

As the driver rolled up the window he asked. "So, to this address, right?" 

He held up a folded piece of paper in his hands, "Your boyfriend with the dark hair, the one who paid the fare, gave this to me..."

"He's not my boyfriend…" you corrected, taking it from his offering hand.

The driver simply shrugged and gazed at the street in front of him, waiting for you to confirm the route.

Unfolding the paper, you stared at the unfamiliar handwriting. "That's not my address either..."

But then, whose was it? 

It took you another second to realize it.

Stunned, you fell silent.

…oh fuck.

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[nightfall-kachiniko]

Dear god, keigos cologne.

If you think cologne isn’t the sexiest part of a man, you’re wrong.

When they’re wearing that expensive fancy scent it makes you go nuts.

The moments when he pulls you into a loving hug, his Amber musk scent never fails to make your knees weak.

When you put on one of his hoodies and it smells like him, it serves as a constant reminder that your his and his only.

When you lay in his bed, his bedsheets smell just like him, wishing he could come home faster.

#I swear this isn’t some alpha wolf shit LMFAO #hawks cosplay #hawks imagines #protective hawks #hawks icons #soft hawks #hawks smut #bnha hawks #i love hawks #mha hawks #hawks comfort #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks x oc #hawks x self insert #hawks x male reader #hawks x gn reader #hawks x female reader #takami keigo #keigo x reader #keigo imagine #mha takami keigo #keigo takami #bnha keigo #keigo x y/n #Keigo x you #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n

[doumadono]

Warnings: blood, mentions of decomposition, violence, mental & physical abuse, toxic relationship, gore, nakedness, merman!Dabi, female original character, original characters, descriptions of murders and drowning, smut (p in v, oral - f & m receiving), manipulation

Summary: Miyaka, a young woman driven to the brink by a domineering and aloof husband, resolves to end her life in the lake near her husband's estate. Little does she realize that one quaint encounter will irrevocably alter everything, reshaping her understanding of herself, and blurring the boundaries between reality and the inexplicable

Word count: circa 12.1k A/N: I'm delighted to have had the opportunity to take part in this captivating even created by talented @candycandy00 It was my maiden voyage into the world of horror writing, and I genuinely hope that you find my contribution enjoyable. A huge shoutout to my merman specialist, @crystalwolfblog – her unwavering support and expertise were instrumental in shaping this story!

It was an enchanting night.

She stood at the edge of the great lake, its inky waters reflecting the dim glow of the moon like a mirror tainted with despair. Her heart, heavy with the weight of an unhappy marriage, throbbed in her chest, matching the rhythm of her labored breaths. Tears welled up in her eyes, and a lump formed in her throat as she gazed into the blackness of the abyss before her.

The night was eerily silent, save for the distant croak of a lone frog and the rustling of leaves in the chilling breeze. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the darkness that had consumed her entire life. A long, white, flowing dress clung to her trembling form, a stark contrast to the beauty of the night. It felt like a shroud of misery, concealing the bruises and scars that marred her body.

She had been married to a man she loathed, a man who had wed her solely for her parents' substantial dowry. He was possessive, controlling, and violent, and every day with him was a torment she couldn't escape. As she looked down at the scars on her palms, she could hear his voice in her mind, venomous and cruel. "You're mine, and you'll do as I say," he would snarl, his eyes filled with a possessive rage that chilled her soul.

Tonight, as she stood by the lake, she knew she had reached the precipice of her despair. The moon's silver rays bathed the water in an eerie glow, and she found herself muttering out loud, as if trying to rationalize the unthinkable. "I can't go on like this," she whispered to the inky depths before her, her voice a hollow echo in the night. "There's no escape from this torment, no end to the pain he inflicts upon me."

Her fingers brushed against the bruises on her neck, a painful reminder of her husband's merciless grip. The darkness seemed to envelop her, offering a macabre solace, a release from the relentless agony that had become her life.

A sense of dread washed over her as she took a step closer to the water's edge, the lake beckoning with a malevolent allure. She could hear the echoes of her own pleas for help, trapped within the walls of her loveless home. She had no one to turn to, no one to confide in, for he had isolated her from all those who cared about her, even though there weren't many of them.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and sobs wracked her body. The weight of her misery threatened to drag her under, deeper into the cold abyss. Her mind was a whirlwind of torment, and she continued to speak her sorrow aloud. "I just want the pain to stop," she murmured, her voice quivering. "I want freedom from this living nightmare."

Meantime, claws, like daggers forged in the abyss, pierced the tender flesh of the fish, snapping it asunder with the ease of breaking brittle twigs. Delicate bones shattered, their lamenting cracks akin to dried leaves crumbling beneath a malevolent force, as the ichor of life spilled forth in crimson tendrils, vanishing into the dark, ravenous depths. Razor-edged teeth, like shards of obsidian, tore through the delicate meat, rending it into fragments devoured by the insatiable monster.

This lake, embraced by a shroud of old woods, lay in proximity to a quiet city, a deceptive guise for an ideal feeding ground, or so it would seem. Elders strolled along its shore, seeking solace in the serenity of its waters, while children harbored dreams of frigid immersion, and clandestine encounters found their haven amidst the trees. Yet, the reality proved far bleaker.

Touya had ventured here in the hopes of a bountiful feast, having expended immense effort to navigate a subterranean passage connecting the vast expanse of the open sea to this secluded lake. His rewards were meager, a pitiful array of minuscule fish, native to these forsaken waters.

Resting on the lakebed, his lithe form culminating in a shark-like appendage, he contemplated a return to the boundless sea, where sustenance was plentiful. However, his sharply pointed, fin-like ears detected a peculiar disturbance, both auditory and visual.

The cacophony of a loud splash rent the silence, an intrusion too substantial for a mere fish or woodland creature's leap. Touya's senses honed in on the source, identifying an anomaly—an unmistakable human presence.

Swiftly, he propelled himself towards this enigma, only to discover a form cloaked in a long, flowing white gown, gradually succumbing to the lake's murky abyss. Drawing nearer, he seized the delicate ankle, hauling the figure closer for examination.

Fortuna's fickle favor had delivered a woman into his grasp, and while the prospect of her tender flesh stirred his primal hunger, an audacious notion overcame his instincts. The thrill of an encounter akin to a true siren's seduction beckoned, and the notion of her consumption transformed into a sinister game.

Against his ravenous desires, Touya encircled the fragile woman's frame with his sinuous arms, drawing her from the water's embrace onto the shore, where the macabre performance of a siren's sinister plan would soon commence.

As she splashed and struggled in the water, her vision blurred with panic. Her arms flailed wildly, and she gasped for air, unaware of what had caught her beneath the surface. Each thrash seemed to pull her deeper into the dark abyss, and the murky water filled her mouth easily, making her gag and sputter.

She couldn't see what had a hold of her, but the sensation of strong arms wrapping around her fragile body only heightened her fear. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her lungs burned for oxygen as she continued to fight against the unseen force.

Desperation set in, and she opened her mouth to scream, but instead, she inadvertently swallowed more water. It flooded her throat and rushed into her lungs, choking her, a burning sensation filling her pharynx and nose. The world around her grew dimmer, and her struggles weakened as her consciousness waned.

In the end, the water won, claiming her as its own. She slipped into unconsciousness, her body limp.

The beast, concealed beneath the watery veil of his domain, observed her futile resistance with a dispassionate eye. In the realm of aqueous shadows, humans were like vulnerable prey, their minds adrift in a soporific stupor. Submerged in liquid depths, they became rabid creatures confined within a cage of their own making, drawing ever nearer to the precipice of their demise with each gasping breath.

In a stroke of providence, the woman in his grasp surrendered to the dark embrace of unconsciousness. Her unconsciousness spared him the ordeal of wrestling with her thrashing form. It was a mercy he granted her, one she should consider herself fortunate to receive, for he had contemplated a far less compassionate fate.

With a grace befitting a creature of his nature, he transported her limp form to the water's edge, a sanctuary where the forest's tender grass merged with the lake's sandy shore. Touya did not deign to change his form, instead choosing to remain perched beside her prone body, a silent sentinel.

Reclining with his tail coiled comfortably, his scrutinizing gaze fell upon the woman's fragile form. Despite the dark blemishes that adorned her skin like aged spots upon a ripened fruit, her flesh beckoned like an illicit delicacy. The mere thought of sinking his serrated teeth and razor-sharp claws into her tender form sent his mouth awash with anticipation. He yearned to hear her cries of agony, to witness the crimson cascade of her life's essence, to observe the last flicker of vitality extinguish from her eyes as he ravaged her insides.

Yet, in a rare moment of restraint, the monster resisted the primal urge. No, he would savor this encounter, extracting a different form of pleasure if she were to awaken, for the thrill of her torment held a dark allure all its own.

Coughing violently, she jolted back to consciousness, her body wracked with spasms as the water that had filled her lungs was expelled with each hacking cough. It felt like her chest was on fire, and every cough sent painful ripples through her body.

For a moment, she struggled to sit up, her vision still blurred and her head pounding. She couldn't see clearly, but she had a distinct feeling that she was not alone. Panic gripped her again as she realized that someone or something was nearby.

Her coughs soon subsided, and she took ragged, shallow breaths, trying to clear the lingering water from her airways. Her gaze finally focused, and she saw it – a creature unlike anything she had ever encountered.

It sat beside her, its sharp features illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. Its eyes, piercing and predatory, had turquoise irises with black sclera, a striking and unusual combination, creating an otherworldly appearance. The turquoise color itself was vibrant, reminiscent of the clear, tropical waters of a pristine ocean. Its gaze was fixed on her. Its body was a grotesque blend of human and sea creature, with scales and fins that seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

Terror coursed through her as she realized she was not in the safety of her own world anymore. She had been pulled into a nightmare, and this creature, this beast, was surely about to kill her.

She scrambled back, away from it, her heart pounding in her chest. Her voice trembled as she stammered, "W-who are you? What do you want from me?" But deep down, she feared that she already knew the answer.

As she desperately attempted to crawl through the grassy-muddy ground, every movement felt like a relentless struggle against the unforgiving terrain. The thick mud clung tenaciously to her hands and knees, making progress slow and arduous.

Eyes, vibrant and eerily alive, remained fixed on her every frantic movement. Yet, the pallid form that lay behind her, marred by ominous, dark splotches, remained immobile, preserving its enigmatic stillness until the woman's frenetic struggles yielded to silence.

A hand, adorned with webbed membranes that stretched sinuously between each finger, terminated in formidable claws. It moved through his own hair, a short cascade of pristine white, like freshly fallen snow. An insidious smile played upon his lips, revealing rows of serrated teeth that glistened malevolently in the dim light. His ears, akin to the finned appendages of some abyssal creature, possessed two sharp points and twitched slightly as he cocked his head in contemplation. "Is this how you extend gratitude to your savior?" His voice, a beguiling cadence that rivaled the most enchanting melody, seemed ill-fitted for his grotesque form. Yet, it was a weapon, not an adornment, a reminder that he wielded both power and allure. "One should exercise greater caution around these waters, miss. The prospect of losing one's life so recklessly hardly seems appealing."

The sight of her futile attempt to flee stirred a perverse pleasure within him. He found himself increasingly torn by his own plot, yet its wheels were set in motion, and he felt compelled to carry it to its conclusion. "Are you unharmed, miss? Do you feel any pain?" The inward cringe he felt at his unexpected benevolence clashed with his innate siren pride, an unsettling dissonance that inexplicably satisfied him.

The shock of hearing the creature speak, its voice so mesmerizing and soft, took her aback for a moment. She struggled to regain her confidence, her voice quivering as she managed to stammer out a question again, "W-What are you?"

As she continued to tremble, she finally collapsed onto her still-muddy knees. The weight of despair and desperation bore down on her, and she found herself confessing her dark intentions, her voice heavy with anguish, "I... I wanted to end my life."

She couldn't fathom why she had confessed her merciless plan to end her own life to this strange water creature. It felt surreal, as if she had already crossed into some sort of hellish realm beyond the realm of the living. Perhaps she had succumbed to the deadly water filling her lungs, and this creature was nothing more than a manifestation of her fractured mind.

But despite the uncertainty and the eerie circumstances, a part of her clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, this encounter held some deeper meaning.

End her own life? He understood all too well that humans were, in his estimation, pitiful and often nothing more than a source of sustenance. However, this act was a new level of wretchedness, a lamentable display that played perfectly into his hands. It would grant him effortless dominion over her fragile psyche, cloaked in a deceptive veneer of benevolence, free from the shadow of his true nature. It promised to be a game as simple as toying with a child's plaything.

Touya edged closer, his movements constrained only by the limits of his domain. His cold hand, pallid and adorned with menacing claws, extended toward her own, long fingers encircling her palm with a touch that grazed her skin like a whispered threat. "End your life? Miss, how could you contemplate such a tragic act?" His voice, like the sweetest of lullabies, dripped with feigned empathy. "A woman of such exquisite beauty, extinguishing her own light — it would be a grievous loss to the world."

The sole witnesses to this deceitful charade were the moon, whose silvery glow bathed the lake and the encircling dark forest, and the enigmatic veil of night. The woods formed an impenetrable barrier, a divide between his aquatic realm and the distant human settlement, lending an illusion of sanctuary. This tableau, a fusion of darkness illuminated by the radiant moon, resembled a masterpiece plucked from the realm of the surreal, gracing the place with an eerie charm.

Her body shivered, not just from the cold but from the sensation of the creature's wet hand with its sharp claws closing around hers. It was an eerie feeling, like a surreal dream that she couldn't wake up from. The moonlit darkness around her only added to the strangeness of the moment.

The creature's soothing voice seemed to be at odds with the sharpness of its claws, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and fascination in the beast's presence. Everything about this encounter defied logic and reason, and she was desperately seeking some semblance of understanding in this bizarre situation. "What are you?" she asked once more, her voice trembling as she stared into the creature's captivating turquoise eyes. "Am I... am I dead?"

Touya tenderly clasped her hand, his fingers exploring the contours of her skin and the supple muscles beneath. An insidious hunger stirred within him, and he battled the overpowering urge to sink his teeth into her soft flesh.

Instead, he brought her delicate palm to his lips, where his tongue languidly traced a sinuous path across her skin. A shiver of desire coursed through him as he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance that clung to her, an aroma as sweet and irresistible as the most alluring of temptations. "I believe you are quite alive, miss," he purred, his voice a seductive whisper. "One cannot be considered dead while radiating such warmth."

Horrified and disgusted by the creature's unsettling actions, she finally found her voice and strength. With a shudder, she forcefully withdrew her hand from the creature's grasp, her face contorted in a mixture of revulsion and fear. "What are you?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a newfound determination. The earlier feeling of hope had been tainted by the creature's disturbing behavior, and she needed answers more than ever. She was no longer willing to tolerate the enigmatic presence of the creature without understanding the truth of its nature.

A pair of luminescent, cerulean eyes bore into her with an eerie intensity, even as the monstrous figure let out a low, mocking laugh. He unfurled his form, revealing a pale body adorned with enigmatic dark markings and a magnificent tail that shimmered like a sinister jewel beneath the moon's ghostly radiance. "Is it truly so challenging to discern, miss?" he taunted, his voice a silky, melodious cadence. "I am a water-dwelling creature, inhabiting these very depths. You seem remarkably ungrateful - I saved your life, and not a word of thanks graces your lips."

The sudden audacity displayed by the woman intrigued him. It was a peculiar sight to behold — someone who had sought to end their own existence, now attempting to assert dominance as if he were the lesser of the two. He harbored a morbid fascination for this unfolding drama and was more than willing to indulge her in this charade.

As she shivered in the coldness of the night, her mind raced with conflicting emotions. The creature's words were unsettling, yet there was a grain of truth in what it had said - it had saved her from her own desperate act, and she couldn't deny that fact.

Swallowing her fear, she decided to pursue the conversation further. "I... I appreciate that you saved me," she stammered, her voice still shaking. "But I need to understand. What's your name? Do you even have one? And why did you intervene? I didn't want to be saved, that's not what I hoped for."

"You may call me Touya," he acknowledged with a nod, bestowing upon her a disarming smile that revealed a row of dangerously sharp teeth. "I am, by nature, a siren, and you, dear miss, have disrupted the tranquil harmony of my lake. At first, I assumed it was some unsuspecting creature taking an ill-fated plunge, but when my eyes fell upon a human as resplendent as yourself, I simply couldn't ignore the spectacle."

He offered this explanation in a voice as smooth as velvet, its mellifluous tones designed to insinuate themselves into her fragile psyche. Touya typically employed this beguiling cadence to lure unsuspecting individuals into the water, but in her case, he sought to quell her anxiety and delay her inevitable flight. "I dare say, fortune itself must be watching over you," he continued, his voice dripping with a honeyed reassurance. "For you have chosen to cast yourself into these depths, and in that choice, you've affirmed the value of life, young miss."

She remained silent, her shock and bewilderment apparent in her wide eyes as she stared at Touya. She blinked several times, as if trying to convince herself that this surreal encounter was real.

Her formerly white dress, now covered in mud and grass, clung to her body, the once pristine fabric marred by her ordeal. Some marine flora had found its way onto the dress as well, further adding to the disarray of her appearance. Her hair was a tangled mess, damp from her recent struggle in the lake. The soaked material of the dress offered little concealment, and her perky breasts were subtly visible through the fabric.

The woman struggled to make sense of it all, torn between the desire to flee from this creature and the nagging feeling that there was something soothing about his presence.

The woman's bewilderment bore a certain charm, and Touya couldn't help but relish the success of his beguiling voice. Seizing the opportunity, he inched closer to her until he was positioned right beside her, his attention now devoted to the delicate task of untangling debris from her disheveled hair. "I hope you don't find it intrusive, but might I inquire about your name, miss?" he asked, his voice a soothing melody, while he carefully plucked remnants from her tangled locks. "I find myself quite intrigued by the enigma I've just rescued."

His gaze wandered to her, swiftly detecting the telltale marks that marred her neck — a grim testament to the assailant who had been thwarted in their pursuit. With a possessive glint in his eyes, he whispered softly, his fingers lightly grazing her throat as he voiced his observation, "It seems someone has inflicted harm upon you."

"My name is not important," she replied with a distant, haunted look in her eyes. "I've been called so many slurs, I almost forgot my own name."

As Touya got closer, her senses were alarmed, and she instinctively got up, her stained attire a mess as she attempted to improve her appearance. She felt a mixture of fear and unease in the presence of this enigmatic creature.

Suddenly, a male voice came from afar, calling out for Miyaka. 

She gasped, her heart pounding as she recognized the voice of her husband. The very mention of her name sent a chill down her spine, and she knew that her desperate escape had not gone unnoticed. Panic washed over her, and she turned to Touya, her voice trembling. "I need to go now," she said urgently. "I have to go."

And with that she simply ran away, stopping twice to look back at the merman over her shoulder. Soon yet, she vanished in the woods.

Touya felt the embers of his anger smoldering within him, stoked by an ever-growing hunger, especially after the tantalizing taste of her skin.

With a frustrated growl, he retreated back into the murky depths of the lake, cursing himself for the absurd notion that had briefly gripped him.

The embrace of the cold water swiftly quelled his rising temper. As he sank to the lake's bottom, he contemplated how best to reclaim the woman he refused to let slip from his grasp.

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Over the following days, Touya employed his hypnotic voice, weaving a mesmerizing aria to beckon her back to the waters. It did ensnare a lost, young soul, but not the one he so fervently desired. Nevertheless, the young girl, enticed by his enchantment, undressed and ventured into the chilling embrace of the lake a few nights later.

That was the moment he seized.

As the girl floated on her back, lost in the tranquility of the lake's surface, a sinister force latched onto her ankle, yanking her beneath the water's surface.

Desperation and fear churned within her, and she thrashed wildly, her outstretched hands clawing at the surface, futilely struggling against the monstrous grip. A pale hand, equipped with menacing claws, clamped onto her slender ankle, sealing her grim fate as prey to a relentless kelpie.

He held her under until her struggles ceased, ensuring her life was extinguished before allowing himself to retrieve the lifeless body.

With an eerie detachment, Touya surveyed his gruesome feast. He tore into her flesh, devouring the most succulent portions and discarding what he deemed unworthy. Each organ yielded a delectable, squishy texture, untainted by the ravages of time and human indulgence. 

But the heart, that was his ultimate indulgence. Delving for the heart was always a pleasure for Touya, akin to prying open a clam. He reveled in the visceral experience — ripping through flesh, unveiling the rib cage formed from robust bones that snapped like dry twigs under his unrelenting grasp. Inside lay the heart. Sinking his teeth into the still-beating organ was akin to prying open a precious pearl encased within the ribs, the bones cracking like brittle twigs beneath his formidable grip.

Having sated his appetite by consuming the choicest portions, he discarded whatever seemed unworthy, flinging it aside. Seated beside the lifeless body on the bottom of the lake, he seized the hand, twisting it until the elbow joint surrendered with a gruesome pop. The skin tore haphazardly, leaving jagged edges adorning the amputated limb. Now he could relish the taste of human flesh as he bit into it.

This grotesque repast sustained him for the next few days, casting a pall of momentary satisfaction over his insatiable hunger. All that remained were bones, some still intact while others lay shattered, along with soiled garments and scattered remnants of meat.

Yet, he didn't forget about the girl named Miyaka. He toiled tirelessly to entice her back to the lake, driven by an unrelenting determination to make her his own once more.

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Her husband was furious at her attempt to escape, and his anger had escalated to violence. The evening had been unbearable, her husband's rage unleashed upon her for daring to defy him and attempt to escape. He had scolded and hit her, his anger leaving her bruised and terrified. As a punishment, the man decided to confine her to a cramped guest bedroom in their shared, or rather his exclusive, house.

The memories of her near escape and her encounter with Touya, the merman, haunted her constantly. She longed for the soothing presence of the lake, where she had briefly found respite from her torment.

One evening, as the sun began to set and darkness crept over the land, she heard a faint, melodious voice carried by the evening breeze. It was distant, yet unmistakable. The voice belonged to Touya, the merman who had saved her life just a few days prior. The sound seemed to come from afar, but Miyaka was more than sure of its origin.

Miyaka cried throughout the day and night, her tears eventually lulling her to sleep in her cramped confinement. And there, in the depths of the night, the magical, soothing voice of Touya returned to her. Sometimes she would shake off the feeling, trying to rationalize that it was impossible for her to hear his voice from so far away. But in the lonely darkness of her captivity, she began to dream about the merman, his appearance simultaneously dangerous and alluring. His presence in her dreams became a lifeline, a glimmer of hope in her otherwise bleak existence.

One night, Miyaka decided to try her luck as their maid forgot to lock her in the bedroom after bringing her supper. The nights had become colder, and she threw a light coat over her shoulders, concealing her black dress beneath. Tiptoeing downstairs, she could hear her husband engaged in a conversation with his friends who had come to visit. Luck seemed to be on her side as she also heard the clinks of glasses, most likely filled with sake – it meant her husband wouldn't notice her leaving the house.

Quietly sneaking through the corridor, she closed the front door gently behind her. The cool night air filled her lungs, and a smile crept onto her lips – she felt free again.

Suddenly, a female voice emerged from the darkness on her left. "You shouldn't be seeing him, he's a demon," it cautioned. It was their maid, an old lady named Yuki.

Miyaka frowned and replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I just need to take a walk. I can't function like this."

Yuki sighed, her eyes filled with concern, and she moved closer, holding some logs in her hands. She reached out and gently placed one hand on Miyaka's shoulder. "My child, stay away from that lake, it's a cursed place. Many souls were lost there, long forgotten by this world. Don't let your sadness and loneliness drag you there, to that hellish place."

Miyaka shook the hand of the older woman off her shoulder. "Please stop, Yuki-san. I'm a grown-up, and I know how to take care of myself. I've been there many times before, and I've never seen or heard anything unusual," Miyaka lied smoothly. "People often concoct unusual stories, usually to frighten children away from venturing there on their own, to prevent accidents or drownings. And don't tell my husband you saw me."

Yuki let out a deep sigh, her eyes carrying a sadness that seemed to weigh her down. "You're making a mistake, my child."

But Miyaka wasn't listening anymore. She was already running towards the lake, as if some strange, invisible force was pushing her towards it.

Touya's throat felt raspy as he completed his haunting melody. A gnawing doubt crept in, questioning the worth of straining his vocal cords for the sake of a pitiful human.

With an irritated growl, Touya glared at the moon before submerging himself back into the water. He couldn't help but feel frustrated that the woman hadn't been devoured when she first plunged into the lake; it seemed like that was her intention after all. Yet, the irresistible urge to play with human pathetic life had taken precedence.

As he rested on the lake's bottom, he patiently waited, a glimmer of hope in his heart that perhaps she had at last heard his enticing voice, sparing him the need to actively seek her out once more.

Miyaka finally arrived at the lake, the moon casting an eerie glow over the surrounding woods. The night was heavy with a sense of foreboding, the tall trees looming like silent sentinels in the darkness. The lake, approachable through a narrow path in the woods, shimmered like a dark mirror, its surface reflecting the cold, distant stars.

As she crouched near the water, her fingers trembling, she tapped the surface with her fingertips, whispering his name in a hushed, desperate tone. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a chill ran down her spine. The air seemed thick with an unnatural stillness, as if the very forest held its breath, waiting for something to happen.

Miyaka's feelings were a tumultuous mix of fear and longing. She had been drawn here by an inexplicable force, a connection she couldn't explain. Her mind told her to flee this eerie place, to return to the safety of her husband's house, but her heart and soul yearned for something else, something she couldn't quite comprehend.

As she continued to call out to him, the water remained still, and a sense of dread settled over her. In the heart of the night, in the midst of the haunted woods, she was about to confront a reality she could never have imagined.

A shock of white hair emerged from beneath the water's surface, followed by a pair of radiant blue eyes that observed her with an eerie, almost otherworldly glow, resembling the lost flames of souls.

So she had returned! The woman had willingly walked back into the snare that would ultimately lead to her demise. It was a stark testament to the foolishness of humans, their vulnerability to the allure of his voice despite their long-standing awareness of water creatures like him. Truly, their ignorance was nothing short of pathetic.

As the woman extended her hand into the water, he gracefully swam closer and gently enveloped her hand with his own, guiding it beneath the water's surface just enough to plant a delicate kiss on the top of her palm. To her, it likely appeared as a customary human gesture, but for him, it was an opportunity to savor her essence once more, and she tasted exquisite.

He released her hand and revealed his full form to her. "You've returned, miss," he stated calmly. "I thought you were too frightened of me to come back."

When her hand dipped into the water, she felt a gentle pull, and her breath caught as the merman's lips pressed against the top of her palm. It was a fleeting gesture, one that she perceived as a kind human custom, but the sensation sent shivers through her.

As he let go of her hand, she finally saw him in his entirety. He revealed himself to her, and she was spellbound by his otherworldly appearance. His words reached her ears, and she couldn't help but respond, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and fascination. "I... I couldn't stay away," she admitted, her gaze locked on his mesmerizing eyes. "I don't understand what's happening, but there's something about you that draws me back, despite my fear."

"Oh? Is that so?" He mused with a hint of curiosity. Without further ado, he gracefully submerged beneath the water's surface without unnecessary words.

Miyaka watched with a mixture of fascination and trepidation as he hummed and disappeared beneath the water's surface. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his return, her mind awash with questions and a growing sense of unease.

She couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath those dark, mysterious waters.

Touya emerged from the murky water just a moment later, but there was something different about him this time.

Instead of his tail, Touya was now standing on his own two legs. His body was strong, but his skin was pale with dark purple splatters all over it. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his wet hair.

Then he turned to her, standing there like the day he was born, completely unbothered by his nakedness. "Maybe it was destiny itself that brought you here, or perhaps you are in love, miss. How about we take a little walk?" he hummed, using his voice in a specific way to maintain his control over her.

Miyaka's eyes widened in shock as she saw him looking more like a human. Her cheeks flushed at his nakedness, and at first, she turned her head away, trying to regain her composure. His voice, however, was so sweet and enchanting that she found herself unable to resist his offer.

With a shy smile, she finally met his gaze and nodded in agreement. "A walk sounds nice," she replied, her voice slightly trembling.

"Then, come on, for it would be my privilege to stroll alongside a lady of your grace," Touya whispered, his voice a gentle melody, its soft vibrations resonating in the quietude of the night.

As they embarked on their journey, the moonlight filtered through the forest canopy, bestowing an otherworldly glow upon their surroundings. Miyaka found herself caught in a swirl of emotions. On one hand, the night's beauty enthralled her — the moon's tranquil reflection upon the serene lake and the enigmatic presence of her companion held an undeniable allure.

Yet, beneath this surface enchantment, a lingering fear clung to her heart. She walked alongside a creature she could barely fathom—a being who had both saved her and possessed the potential to harm her. Her steps were cautious, her senses acutely attuned, yet she couldn't deny the strange magnetism of the situation that kept her near him.

"Touya," she ventured with trepidation, "you mentioned being a siren earlier, and I believe you obviously... But I've been pondering... What sustenance does a being like you feed on?"

The merman gazed at her through half-lidded eyes, offering a subtle shrug of his shoulders. "I am indeed a siren, and I'm pleased that you trust me. If you're truly curious, I subsist on fish and other creatures that dwell within this very lake." Touya gently entwined his hand with hers, their fingers interlocking. "Is there a particular reason for your concern?" he inquired softly.

Miyaka's fingers held onto Touya's hand with a hint of tension as she confessed, "Our maid, Yuki-san, she warned me about you. She called you a devil and spoke of the many people who have disappeared near this lake." Her gaze wavered between fear and fascination as she continued, "Despite her warnings, I couldn't resist the pull of this place, and of you."

In response, Touya emitted a low purring sound and drew a bit nearer, his hand reaching to tenderly brush her cheek. "People often spin tales to frighten children or to add intrigue to their lives," he remarked, his voice laced with a soothing quality. "Do you truly believe I would have saved you if I were the monster they depict?" he lied smoothly.

Miyaka yielded to the allure of Touya's touch, her fear momentarily giving way to an inexplicable attraction. "I... I don't know what to believe anymore," she confessed, her voice quivering with uncertainty. “But I trust you…”

As they continued their walk, Miyaka was suddenly assaulted by a foul odor that made her wince and scrunch up her nose. "Oh God, what an awful smell!" She scanned the area, trying to locate the source of the stench.

Dabi's brow furrowed with a sense of foreboding; he already had a suspicion about what she was referring to. It was likely the remains of the girl who had come to the lake before her, her torn and discarded body now possibly decomposing in the tall grass, right where he had left it; Touya had no inclination to allow the wretched remnants of a pitiful human to decompose within the sacred waters of his lake. He cursed himself for not disposing of it more discreetly, hiding the evidence of his previous encounter.

Miyaka couldn't resist investigating the foul odor. She carefully approached the nearby bushes, her heart pounding with dread. As she parted the dense foliage, she was met with a gruesome sight.

There, partially concealed among the tangled branches and leaves, were the decaying remains of what appeared to be a human. The body was in a horrifying state of decomposition, and the stench was overwhelming. Maggots crawled in and out of the decomposing flesh, and Miyaka felt bile rise in her throat.

She stumbled back, horrified by the grisly discovery. "Oh my God," she whispered, her voice trembling with shock and disgust. "What... what is this?!" The realization that something terrible had happened here sent shivers down her spine. "Oh my dear God!" She started crying.

Touya swiftly ensnared her in his grasp, drawing her nearer as his arms coiled around her, a tight and sinister embrace. His hushed whispers carried an eerie weight, like a sinister lullaby meant to enthrall. "You humans are often desperate creatures," he murmured, his tone taking on a dark, chilling timbre. "I didn't know she was here. She probably came for the same reason you did those days ago, but she succeeded."

The sinister undercurrent in his words hung in the air, weaving a web of unsettling secrets and uncertainty. Miyaka's heart raced as Touya pulled her into a tight hug, but his touch only intensified her fear and disgust. The overwhelming desire to escape this situation consumed her, like a trapped animal seeking freedom. As her mind churned with conflicting emotions, the feeling of unease grew stronger. She needed to get away, to put distance between herself and whatever had transpired here. "That's disgusting! Poor soul..." she whispered, her voice trembling. 

But then realization struck, and her horror deepened. "Wait... How do you know it was a woman? These remains are unrecognizable, you can't determine who it was... Oh my God... oh my God, you killed her..." Miyaka began to back away slowly, her eyes filled with a terror that clawed at her very soul.

Touya's frown deepened as he regarded her, her skepticism gnawing at his patience. His voice, laced with irritation, rumbled like distant thunder, "You are too quick to pass judgment, miss. My existence is far removed from your understanding, and my senses perceive the world in ways you cannot fathom."

Turning away from her, he continued in a lower tone, his words designed to play on her human psyche, "I saved your life, yet you accuse me of murder."

Miyaka, caught in a conflict of emotions, felt a wave of guilt cascade over her like a shadowed waterfall. Had her accusations been too hasty, she wondered? Touya's words, though cryptic, resonated with a strange sincerity. Yet, the puzzle pieces of this enigmatic encounter didn't quite fit into the mosaic of her understanding.

Opting to retain her doubts in the vault of her thoughts, Miyaka approached Touya, her arms encircling his waist from behind with a hesitancy akin to a delicate breeze quivering through a forest of doubts. Her voice trembled, a blend of trepidation and contrition as she spoke. "I... I apologize if I misconstrued, Touya. The world here feels surreal, and my fear cast shadows over my judgment. Forgive me."

Touya's lips curled into a smile, hidden from her eyes. In her vulnerability, her heartstrings resonated to his voice's enchanting tune. The pieces of his plan were falling into place as he desired.

He released a deep, contemplative sigh, his fingers gently caressing the arms wrapped around his waist. His voice, a velvet whisper, embraced the still night air. "Yes, I saved you. If I were the monster you fear, you would have been my meal the very day you graced the water with your presence. But, dear miss, I forgive you, for there's something about you that intrigues me."

Miyaka's voice quivered as she made her request, her longing for confirmation overpowering her doubts. "Touya," she murmured, the name like a sweet melody on her lips, "would you... kiss me? To anchor this moment in reality, to assure me that I'm not merely adrift in some dream?"

Touya's hands gently slid to Miyaka's, separating them from his waist. He released himself from her embrace and turned to face her, his smile still present as he cupped her face with his cool palms. "Sirens are known for granting wishes. Your wish is my command, fair lady," he whispered softly before leaning in to kiss her.

Their kiss was both slow and intense, a dance of desire and mystery. Touya's sharp teeth clanked against hers, but he quickly took control of the kiss, his forked tongue parting her lips, exploring her mouth.

Miyaka responded eagerly to Touya's kiss, her initial hesitation giving way to a surge of desire and curiosity. Her hands began to explore his physique with a boldness she hadn't known she possessed. Fingers traced the lines of his pale skin, feeling the strange yet alluring texture of his body. As their lips moved in a passionate dance, her fingers traveled from his chest to his back and further south, grasping his ass. Her tongue danced with his.

Touya blinked, and retreated, his gaze locked on her with a smug, playful smile dancing on his lips. He ran his tongue over his mouth. "Behold, dear lady, clutching a monster’s ass, nurtured by the wild with manners undefined?" he mused with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Miyaka's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she felt the heat of embarrassment wash over her. She stammered out an apology, her words a mixture of guilt and confusion. "I'm... I'm so sorry," she murmured, her voice quivering. "I don't know why I did that. It was impulsive, and I should never have... I didn't mean to offend you." Her eyes averted, unable to meet his gaze, she felt a strange mixture of attraction and shame clouding her judgment.

The monster chuckled, capturing her lips with a playful kiss, his palm caressing her cheek. This time, his arms enveloped her waist, and his hands embarked on a slow journey downward, firmly fondling her ass.

Miyaka's gaze locked with Touya's as she struggled to find the words to convey her complex feelings. "Touya," she began, her voice filled with uncertainty, "I want to be with you, but I'm lost. I don't know what to do or how to navigate this... connection we have... What am I supposed to do?"

Touya emitted a soft, melodic hum, gently pressing his forehead to hers. "You see, my dear, you have the power to rid yourself of your tormentor, to break free from those chains that bind you. Return to me, and I shall envelop you in a love that knows no bounds, a love that will shield and cherish you," he whispered, his words like a seductive melody. 

Dabi couldn't contain his satisfaction. He marveled at how effortlessly he manipulated her. She was not only surrendering herself willingly, but she was also unwittingly becoming a pawn in his sinister game. The thrill of her impending arrival, the promise of chaos in her wake — oh, how he relished it all!

In that surreal moment, Miyaka found herself strangely drawn to the merman's words. The idea of breaking free from her tormentor, of taking control of her own destiny, it all felt so tempting, so liberating. The plan that had sounded wrong at first now seemed like the path she was meant to take, the one that would finally lead her to a life free from the clutches of her abusive husband.

She hesitated for just a moment, the weight of her decision sinking in, and then, with newfound determination, she whispered, "Yes... I'll do it. I'll break free from him, no matter what it takes." 

Using his seductive voice, he whispered into her ear, his tone laced with malice, "Do it. Show him what you're truly made of, and we shall be bound together for eternity." His words were a siren's call, leading her deeper into the abyss of darkness that he reveled in.

Touya watched Miyaka's retreating figure, a sinister smile curling on his lips as he imagined the torment he would inflict upon her. To him, she was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game, a foolish woman who had fallen right into his meticulously set trap. The prospect of torturing her and relishing in her suffering thrilled him.

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That night Miyaka found herself trapped in a nightmare. She stood alone in a strange, dark room that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions. There was no light, no discernible features, just an overwhelming sense of oppressive darkness that threatened to swallow her whole.

The first thing that assaulted her senses was the pungent scent of blood, heavy and metallic, hanging in the air like a suffocating fog. It clung to her, filling her nostrils with a sickening, nauseating aroma that made her stomach churn with dread.

As she cautiously took a step forward, her footsteps echoed eerily in the void, the sound resonating through the darkness. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the fear intensifying with each passing moment. She called out for help, but her voice seemed to vanish into the abyss, swallowed by the oppressive silence.

The room felt like a labyrinth, a never-ending maze of despair. Miyaka's breath quickened, and her skin prickled with a cold, clammy sweat. Panic welled up inside her as she desperately searched for an escape, but the darkness remained unyielding, trapping her in its suffocating grip. 

In the next moment, the oppressive darkness was pierced by a strange, eerie light that suddenly illuminated a portion of the floor in front of her. The ghastly scene that unfolded was horrifying beyond imagination.

There, sprawled out in a grotesque and mangled state, lay a heavily destroyed female body. It bore the unmistakable marks of teeth, deep and savage, along with numerous bruises and cuts inflicted by sharp, brutal claws. The sight was enough to make her blood run cold, and a wave of revulsion surged through her.

The lifeless figure on the ground seemed to be a cruel testament to unimaginable violence. It was as if some malevolent force had unleashed its fury upon this unfortunate soul, leaving behind a gruesome tableau of suffering and torment.

Miyaka's breath hitched, and her heart pounded in her chest as she gazed upon this macabre scene. The strange light continued to flicker, casting eerie shadows that danced across the lifeless form. She felt a suffocating dread wash over her, realizing that she was trapped, unable to escape the horrors that lurked in the shadows.

Suddenly, amidst the surreal horror, Miyaka heard a grotesque noise that resembled something being voraciously chewed. Her heart raced as she turned her head to the side slowly, where the eerie light flickered once more, revealing a chilling sight.

In the dim illumination, she saw a dark figure, unmistakably Touya, slowly devouring a still-beating heart held in his clawed hands. His sharp claws dug into the quivering meat of the organ, his eyes glinting with a sinister hunger.

The gruesome scene played out before her eyes, and she was paralyzed with terror, unable to look away from the horrifying spectacle unfolding in this twisted nightmare. Miyaka's terror reached its zenith as she opened her mouth in a desperate attempt to scream, but to her horror, no sound escaped her lips. Her voice had been stolen by the darkness surrounding her.

The next moment, she was outside, and the moon hung low in the obsidian sky, casting a sinister pallor over the desolate landscape. The eerie silence was shattered by the mournful cries of ghostly sea creatures that drifted ominously in the air, their twisted forms contorted in agony.

Amidst this nightmarish scene, the water's surface rippled and churned, as if it were alive with malevolent intent. From the inky depths, a grotesque figure emerged. It was Touya, but he bore no resemblance to the benevolent creature she had encountered before. His once-lustrous white hair now hung in limp, tangled strands, darkened with the stains of blood and decay. His eyes, once mesmerizing pools of turquoise, were now empty voids, devoid of any humanity. His scales and fins had become jagged and twisted, oozing with an otherworldly ichor.

Touya's mouth gaped open unnaturally wide, revealing rows of serrated teeth, each one gleaming with an eerie luminescence. He lurched toward Miyaka, his movements disjointed and unnatural, as if he were a puppet controlled by some malevolent force. With a gut-wrenching lurch, his grotesque form surged out of the water, and he loomed over her, his breath rancid and putrid. He reached out with his twisted, clawed hands, and ripped right through her chest, pulling her heart out; his touch sent a searing pain through her body.

The next moment, Miyaka found herself standing at the edge of the dark lake once more, alone. The haunting memories of what she witnessed still lingered, but a strange compulsion had drawn her back to this place.

She began to undress, her trembling fingers fumbling with the fabric of her dress. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on her as she shed each layer, leaving her vulnerable in the night. The cool breeze rustled the leaves in the surrounding woods, and the night seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself watched in anticipation. With each piece of clothing that fell to the ground, she felt a strange sense of liberation, as if she was shedding not just fabric but the weight of her past as well. She stood bare under the moonlight, the lake's dark waters reflecting her silhouette.

Miyaka shivered, whether from the cold or from the anticipation of the unknown, she couldn't tell. 

As the woman stood by the edge of the lake, the moonlight illuminating her bare form, a sudden change in the atmosphere caught her by surprise. Without warning, the heavens opened, and rain began to pour down in a torrential downpour.

The raindrops drenched her, mingling with the tears that had welled up in her eyes. She felt the cool water cascade down her skin, as if nature itself wept for the strange and unsettling journey she had embarked upon.

The rain intensified, soaking the earth around her and turning the once-silent night into a cacophony of sound. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

As another loud clap of thunder echoed through the night, the world seemed to vibrate with its intensity. Miyaka stood drenched and shivering, the rain pouring down around her, when something utterly unexpected unfolded before her eyes.

From the dark depths of the lake, a figure began to emerge. Slowly and deliberately, Touya materialized, his form once again taking on a human shape. The rain-slicked water glistened on his bare skin, accentuating the contours of his body.

He stepped out of the lake, his movements graceful and unhurried, and stood before her in all his naked glory. The moonlight and raindrops played tricks with the shadows and highlights on his body, creating an almost ethereal, mesmerizing effect.

Miyaka's heart raced, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from this captivating sight. The storm raged around them, but in this moment, it was as if time had stood still, and the world held its breath in the presence of the enigmatic creature before her.

She watched helplessly as Touya's delicious naked body walked purposefully towards her. She felt as though her heart were consumed by a white-hot fire, and was being stabbed with a thousand needles, and she didn't know why. Never had she felt a pain even remotely like this before; it was horrendous. It was a pain she would never wish upon anybody, even a foe.

Touya wrapped his arms around Miyaka, pulling her close, and they both sank to their knees on the wet sand. The storm raged fiercer around them.

Touya, with a powerful force, pushed Miyaka down onto the ground, pinning her beneath his weight, the storm's intensity mirroring the tempestuous passion that had ignited between them.

Miyaka parted her lips, rolling her head back, as Touya's lips found the sweet spot on her exposed neck. His mouth closed over it, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through her as he gently sucked on the sensitive area, right where her pulse point was located.

The merman, displaying skill and patience, gently inserted two fingers into her, his groan reflecting the tightness he encountered. Leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along her body, his head descended to her pussy, where he proceeded to wrap his lips around her needy core. Two fingers gently ran across her clit, up and down, up and down.

The woman moaned in pleasure at his fingers massaging her insides.

Touya seemed to be savoring every moment, leisurely tracing his tongue along her slit. His captivating turquoise eyes locked onto her, a mischievous smirk gracing his face as he reveled in the heavenly expression on her face. His forked tongue, with expert precision, skillfully explores every tantalizing crevice, evoking a passionate response that leaves her drenched with desire.

They shifted their positions, with her now kneeling between Touya's legs. She proceeded with deliberate and seductive movements, using her soft hands to sensually stroke his aroused member. A smile of satisfaction graced Miyaka’s lips as she noticed the uncontrollable moan that escaped the merman's mouth when her tongue made contact with the engorged head of his throbbing shaft.

A heated tongue writhed sloppily inside of her cunt, catching Miyaka off guard once more. 

Her breath caught in her throat, and she surrendered to the intense pleasure coursing through her. In a symphony of blissful moans and gasps, she couldn't contain herself, her body quivering as Touya's skilled hand rubbed her swollen clit raw.

Soon, Miyaka mounted Touya, aligning his throbbing dick with her glistening, slick  entrance. She eased his impressive length into her eager pussy, relishing the intense sensation of being stretched beyond what her husband had ever provided.

Touya's hands firmly gripped Miyaka's hips, and he drove himself into her with unrestrained fervor, lost in the primal rhythm of their connection. Each powerful thrust was accompanied by a guttural growl leaving his lips.

Miyaka's breath caught in her throat as she rested her hands on Touya's chiseled chest, snapping her hips back and forth, riding him like he would be a wild stallion. 

Her young body quivered as the successive waves of her climax surged through her. Miyaka's breathing quickened, and her gaze appeared to lose focus as if her eyes were drifting backward. She rode Touya for what felt like an eternity, and then, in a sudden motion, she forcefully slammed down on his throbbing dick, her pussy muscles clenching tightly around his shaft. As she relaxed her pussy slightly, merman shot hot, sticky ropes of cum deep within her core. Miyaka leaned forward to share a passionate kiss with him; their tongues danced together. 

As the ecstasy of the moment began to fade, Miyaka's senses returned, and she suddenly became aware of the rain growing thicker around them. But to her profound horror, when she reluctantly opened her eyes after breaking the passionate kiss with Touya, she realized that it wasn't water pouring down upon them; it was a deluge of blood, staining everything in a nightmarish crimson hue. 

Miyaka wanted to scream, to release the overwhelming anguish that gripped her, but no sound escaped her lips. Instead, she felt like she was suffocating, the blood rain gathering in her nose, making each breath a painful struggle.

After she blinked, Miyaka found herself standing by the side of their marital bed, a sinister calmness in the room as her husband slept soundly. The air was heavy with the weight of her suppressed emotions, and in the distance, she could hear the cruel slurs and insults he had hurled at her throughout their troubled marriage. Each word echoed in her mind, a painful reminder of the torment she had endured.

The anger within her boiled over, a searing rage that consumed her. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she reached out and began to strike his chest with a fury she had kept buried for far too long. Her screams filled the room as she unleashed the pent-up hatred she felt towards him, her voice cracking with the intensity of her emotions. "I hate you!" she screamed, her voice raw with bitterness. "I hate everything about you!" Her fists hammered down, each blow a cathartic release of the pain and suffering she had endured in silence for too many years. The room seemed to close in around her as she confronted the source of her torment, the darkness of the night bearing witness to her long-suppressed fury.

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A haunting, low moan pulled Miyaka out of her nightmarish slumber. Confusion gripped her as she slowly opened her eyes, disoriented and uncertain of her surroundings. It took a few bewildering moments, but then the horrifying realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She stood next to her marital bed, her trembling hand gripping a bloodied butcher's knife. On the bed, the nightmarish scene unfolded before her eyes — her husband, lying there with numerous gruesome cuts to his chest and neck, blood pooling around him. His eyes, filled with terror, locked onto her with a fading, desperate gaze, his voice stolen by the brutality of his wounds.

Miyaka's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the gruesome tableau of violence she had somehow become a part of. 

"Noooo!" Miyaka screamed. Her world shattered in a cacophony of horror as she screamed hysterically, the knife slipping from her trembling hand. Her husband's neck bled profusely, a torrent of crimson that stained everything it touched.

In sheer desperation, she pressed her trembling fingers against the gaping wound, trying to stem the relentless flow of blood. Warm, sticky liquid soaked through her delicate palms, mingling with her own tears splashing on top of her palms as they streamed down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, my love, I'm so sorry! Oh my God, what have I done?! What have I done?! Oh God!" Apologies escaped her trembling lips, choked with guilt and fear. 

As Miyaka stood over her husband, the time seemed to slow down. 

His once-threatening presence now lay vulnerable before her, his breaths shallow and labored. The weight of her decision bore down on her, and a tumultuous mix of emotions churned within her.

She knelt by his side, his life slipping away with each passing moment. His eyes, once filled with cruelty, now held a hint of fear and regret. The realization of what had transpired seemed to dawn on him in those final moments.

Miyaka watched as his chest rose and fell for the last time, his breaths growing weaker until they ceased altogether. His life ended in her arms, and as she looked down at him, a complex array of emotions washed over her — relief, sadness, and the haunting knowledge that her life had taken a dark turn. She had taken control of her destiny, but it had come at a cost she could never truly escape. The memory of his death would forever be etched into her soul. "What have I done..." Miyaka was whispering, her tears streaming uncontrollably.

The old maid, Yuki, was rudely awakened by the piercing screams that echoed through the once-quiet house. Fear gnawed at her as she rushed to the source of the disturbance, her trembling hands clutching the edges of her nightgown.

When she entered the room and laid eyes upon the nightmarish scene, Yuki’s own scream pierced the air. Horror contorted her features as she beheld the lifeless form of Miyaka's husband and the distraught Miyaka herself, tears streaming down her face.

Yuki, her voice shaking with dread, stammered, "What... What happened here, ma'am?! You... You murdered him!"

Miyaka, overwhelmed by the gruesome events, could only sob in response, trying to explain the inexplicable. She was lost in a maelstrom of emotions, her world unraveling before her eyes.

In the end, unable to bear the weight of her actions and the night's horrors, Miyaka made a fateful decision. She fled from the scene, her tear-streaked face a mask of desperation, and ran toward the only place she believed was safe — the dark embrace of the lake that had lured her with its eerie allure, where the enigmatic merman awaited her. Her mission was accomplished.

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Touya's keen senses detected the hurried steps drawing nearer to the lake, and the unmistakable scent of blood hung heavy in the air. She had done it — Miyaka had followed through with their dark plan! He could already sense the turmoil coursing through her, her distress palpable.

With a predatory grace, he decided to rise to the surface of the water, and he waited there, anticipating her arrival.

Miyaka ran through the woods, her breath ragged and her heart pounding in her chest. Her once-silky, pink nightgown was now marred by dark stains of blood, a chilling testament to the horrors she had taken part in. Her long, dark hair was tangled and matted, wild strands framing her flushed cheeks.

She moved with a frantic urgency, her feet making a wet sound as they pounded against the damp earth. Every step took her farther away from the nightmarish scene she had left behind, but the memory of it clung to her like a shadow.

Miyaka reached the shore of the lake, her voice trembling as she called out for Touya. Her desperate cries echoed through the eerie stillness of the night, each plea carrying the weight of her fear and longing. "Touya!" she called, her voice quivering with emotion. "Please, I need you!" She scanned the dark waters, her heart racing in anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. 

Touya's head emerged from the water, his wet hair clinging to his pale skin, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto her. "My love," he beckoned, his voice soothing yet strangely commanding. "Why the distress? Didn't I promise to protect you? Come to me, and find the safety and solace you seek." His words were laden with an irresistible invitation, drawing her deeper into his world.

Miyaka, trembling all over her body, took slow, hesitant steps into the water. Her tear-stained face glistened in the moonlight as she approached Touya, her heart heavy with guilt and despair. She continued to cry, her voice shaky as she began to tell Touya about what she had done. "I... I did it," she whispered, her voice quivering with remorse. "I... I followed your words, and I hurt him. He's gone now." Her confession hung in the air like a dark cloud, and she looked into Touya's eyes, seeking some form of understanding or absolution for the choices she had made.

The water enveloped Miyaka, and she shivered involuntarily as its icy coldness seeped into her skin. The sensation sent a shock of discomfort through her, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. Her nightgown grew heavy, soaked with the icy water.

Touya extended his hand, gently seizing hers, and drew her closer, enveloping her in his warm embrace. One of his hands tenderly caressed her hair, his touch a deceptive contrast to the darkness that lay beneath.

He savored the sensation of her distress, finding it akin to sweet nectar, adding an intoxicating layer to the unfolding narrative of their entwined destinies.

"My sweet Miyaka," he murmured, his voice laced with a sinister sweetness. "Such a good girl." His praise was both soothing and unsettling, as he reveled in the intricate web of emotions he had woven around her.

Miyaka found solace in Touya's embrace, even as her body went numb from the cold water. His presence provided a strange comfort that she couldn't quite explain.

She looked up at him, her voice quivering, and asked in a trembling whisper, "What... What do we do now?" The world around her had descended into chaos, and she clung to him as her anchor in this bewildering nightmare.

Touya held her in a tight embrace, "I shall shield you, for you are mine," he said with eerie grace.

Miyaka looked up at Touya with worry in her eyes, her voice filled with desperation. "My maid... she saw what happened. I can't return to the estate. What should I do now?"

The monstrous being scoffed dismissively. "Don't concern yourself with that old hag. She knows nothing. You are under my protection now, and you shall remain safe for all time."

Miyaka snuggled closer to Touya, resting her head on the crook of his neck for comfort. Her curiosity piqued, she asked in a soft voice, "Touya, what are those dark purple spots on your skin? I forgot to ask earlier..."

"That's how my body looks," Touya replied openly, "They are just marks from years ago when some sailors tried to burn me alive after I killed their captain on the open sea."

Miyaka's eyes widened as she listened to his gruesome story. She struggled to reconcile this dark tale with the merman who had saved her and told her he had never attacked anyone. She asked, her voice filled with uncertainty, "But... you saved me, and you said you've never harmed anyone. I don't understand, Touya..."

"Perhaps it's because you're nothing more than a naive, little human," Touya chuckled, his hold on her growing stronger.

Miyaka winced as Touya's grip tightened, causing discomfort. She mustered the courage to speak up, her voice trembling. "Touya, your hold is hurting me," she said softly. "Please, let's not be unkind..."

"Well, my dear, I need to ensure my prized possession won't simply slip through my fingers," he remarked with a sinister smile. "Oh, I've been waiting for this moment for so long — to have you back in my embrace."

Miyaka attempted to slip out of Touya's strong embrace, but her efforts were in vain. Instead, a sudden force of his hands pushed her beneath the water's surface, and panic surged through her. She thrashed and struggled, desperate for air and to break free from the grip that had become suffocating.

Her distress only seemed to heighten his pleasure. The sight of her desperately thrashing around, fighting for her own life, sent a thrilling wave of excitement through him.

The merman seized a handful of Miyaka's hair and yanked her back up, a cruel grin on his face as she gasped for air. "Did you truly believe that I would want a pathetic human like you?" he taunted with a chilling edge to his words.

Tears streamed down Miyaka's face as she sobbed, her voice trembling with desperation. "Why are you being so cruel and nasty?!" she pleaded, her distress palpable in her words. "I love you, and I did what you told me to do so we could be together, Touya!"

Her cries echoed through the dark waters, mixing with the eerie ambiance of their surroundings. Her huge distress was like a storm within her, a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume her. She continued, her voice broken and filled with anguish, "You... you visited me in my dreams, brought me pleasure... Why are you doing this now?!"

Touya's voice dripped with cruelty as he responded, "Visit someone as pathetic as you? Never. But it seems my voice has indeed worked wonders on you." He playfully tugged at her hair even harder, causing her pain. "To me, you're nothing more than a piece of meat, and I take great pleasure in tormenting naive humans like you. It adds a delightful flavor to the meal." His words sent a chill down her spine as the darkness of their situation enveloped her.

The merman summoned his strength and, with a powerful motion, pulled Miyaka beneath the water with him. 

Her world plunged into darkness and turmoil as she was dragged into the depths of the lake, her struggles intensifying as she fought against the relentless force pulling her down. Sinister shadows danced around her, and she felt a suffocating pressure in her chest as the water closed in on her.

The eerie silence of the underwater world was broken only by the sound of her muffled cries. She could see Touya's malevolent grin in the dim light, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. The water seemed to press against her, threatening to crush her as she struggled for breath, her desperate gasps for air drowned by the malevolent embrace of the lake.

Dabi launched a relentless assault on Miyaka. His sharp claws tore through the water, leaving vicious trails in their wake. With terrifying swiftness, he closed the distance between them, his razor-sharp teeth bared in a menacing grin. He attacked with ruthless ferocity, his claws raking across her skin, and his teeth sinking into her flesh. The water around them turned crimson as the horrifying struggle unfolded, and Miyaka's desperate cries were silenced by the watery abyss that enveloped them.

Miyaka's nightgown offered little protection as Touya's relentless assault continued. With a vicious tear, the delicate fabric was rent asunder, leaving her exposed to the cold, merciless waters of his lake.

Touya's clawed hands gently cradled Miyaka's cheeks, holding her gaze with a cold, unfeeling intensity. Their eyes locked in a chilling embrace as she struggled to hold onto the last remnants of breath in her burning lungs, each painful gasp a stark reminder of her impending doom.

In that haunting moment, beneath the unforgiving waters, they were locked in a macabre dance of predator and prey.

With a swift and cruel motion, Touya pierced Miyaka's chest with his clawed hand, the flesh yielding easily to his monstrous strength. A searing pain shot through her. Dark haired woman's senses barely registered the horrifying reality of what was happening. The world around her dissolved into a surreal blur, and the excruciating pain in her chest seemed distant, as if happening to someone else. As her life ebbed away, her consciousness faded into a murky abyss, and the last remnants of her existence were swallowed by the cold, merciless waters of the lake.

Touya tore the beating heart from her chest, the organ pulsating in his grip, still warm and alive. As he held it before him, the last vestiges of life ebbed away from Miyaka, her body going limp.

Touya, with a grotesque hunger, sank his sharp teeth into the still-beating heart he held in his clawed hand. The organ yielded to his bite, and the taste of youth surged into his mouth. He savored the sickeningly sweet taste. 

Once he had consumed the last morsel of Miyaka's essence, Touya's malevolent gaze turned towards the lifeless body he still held by the arm. A fleeting pang of guilt tugged at his consciousness, but he quickly dismissed the emotion. "You're mine now, forever," he declared, his monstrous arms embracing the lifeless form. "You'll remain with me for all eternity, sweet naive girl, at the bottom of my lake." 

Touya, in a sinister tone, offered a twisted form of thanks to the lifeless Miyaka. "Thank you for your heart, love," he murmured, his voice laced with malevolence. "It has provided me with the strength I needed to regain my full power." 

The waters of the lake seemed to shiver in response to his sinister words, bearing witness to the unholy pact forged in the depths.

After a moment of holding Miyaka's lifeless body close to his muscular chest, Touya swam further down into the unfathomable depths of the abyss that was the lake. With Miyaka's body firmly in his grasp, he descended into the darkness, disappearing from the realm of the living and vanishing into the watery tomb that was his dominion.

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[kesshavx]

Resilience

Hey everyone!

I wanted to jot down a quick note regarding Nanami and his portrayal in this story. While I've taken inspiration from the character you know and love, I understand that my interpretation may not be entirely accurate to the original series.I've endeavored to capture Nanami's essence and bring him to life in my own writing, but please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and my own creative interpretation. I apologize if there are any deviations from his established traits or if certain aspects don't align perfectly with your expectations.That being said, I hope you can still enjoy the story and the interactions involving Nanami. I've aimed to create a compelling narrative that showcases his strengths, complexities, and the impact he has on the other characters.Thank you for your understanding and for giving this story a chance. I appreciate your support and hope you find plenty of enjoyment

Pairings➪Nanami kento x female reader

The mission had been grueling, a battle against a formidable curse. As a second-year special grade sorcerer, you shouldered the weight of immense responsibility. However, despite your power, the curse had managed to evade capture, leaving you injured and consumed by guilt.

Days turned into weeks, and the wound on your waist festered beneath the surface. You carried on, wearing a façade of strength, but inside, the turmoil was relentless. No one suspected the storm raging within you as you navigated through your daily routine, feeling the weight of your perceived failure.

The arrival of the Kyoto students brought a festive atmosphere to Jujutsu High. Amidst the excitement, a grand party was organized to celebrate the goodwill event. Laughter and joy permeated the air, but your heart remained heavy with self-doubt and remorse.

In the midst of the revelry, Mai, caught up in the festivities, accidentally struck your injured area. A surge of agony coursed through your body, and you winced, desperately trying to conceal your distress. Unable to bear the pain any longer, you excused yourself quietly, retreating to a quiet place away from prying eyes.

As you found solace in the solitude, your pain overwhelmed you. The weight of guilt and self-condemnation bore down upon your shoulders, and the walls you had built around your emotions crumbled. Collapsing to the ground, you curled up, tears streaming down your face as your body trembled with anguish.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanami Kento, ever perceptive, had noticed your departure from the festivities. His concern grew with each passing moment, and he followed your trail, determined to find you. And find you he did, your body wracked with sobs, crumpled on the floor.

"Nanami-sensei," you choked out, your voice filled with pain and self-blame, "I'm... I'm a special grade. I let that curse get away. I failed... I failed everyone."

Nanami's gaze hardened, disappointment etched into his features. He knelt beside you, his voice firm yet laced with concern. "You are a special grade, yes, but that doesn't make you invincible. Failure is a part of our journey, and it's how we respond to it that defines us."

His words carried a touch of sternness, emphasizing the gravity of your mistakes. Yet, as you glanced up at him through tear-blurred vision, you noticed a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. It was a silent promise that he wouldn't abandon you in your darkest moments.

"But remember," Nanami continued, his voice softening, "failure doesn't diminish your worth or your potential. It's an opportunity for growth, to learn from your mistakes and become better. You are not alone in this. We're here to support you, to help you rise above your setbacks."

With those words, Nanami gently cradled you in his arms, drawing you close to his chest. The pain in your body still lingered, but his presence offered solace and comfort. He held you tightly, his touch reassuring as he whispered words of encouragement, reminding you that you were not defined by your failures.

In that quiet moment, feeling the warmth of Nanami's embrace, you began to find solace amidst the turmoil. His scolding had ignited a spark of determination within you, but it was his kindness and understanding that mended the shattered pieces of your spirit.

Time seemed to stand still as Nanami held you, supporting you through your pain. He provided a safe haven where vulnerability was embraced, and you felt a glimmer of hope rekindling within your heart. With his unwavering support, you knew you could find the strength to face the challenges ahead.

As you lay cradled in Nanami's arms, the pain gradually ebbed away, replaced by a sense of comfort and acceptance. Your tears subsided, and a newfound resolve took root within you. You knew the road to redemption would not be easy, but with Nanami by your side, you felt ready to face it together.

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[dance-to-mythoughts-blog]

Pro- Hero Todoroki x Black Fem! Secretary Reader

From Secretary to Pro Hero

Hey guys! Long time no see. Sorry. Haven't been in a writing mood as of recently. So here is something for our little icy hot friend. I went down a rabbit hole with our favorite icy hot bastard lol. I got this idea from a Todoroki imagine I read a while back about them hate fucking and this was the inspiration for it. When I find the story, Ill link it.

AGED UP CHARACTERS!

Warnings: D in P, degrading, cream pie, spiting, hardcore, backshots, mating press, dick sucking, choking, hate fucking, office sex

"Are those papers ready? Mr. Todoroki needs those ASAP for the meeting."

"Yes. They're on my desk. Grab them please"

"You cant get them? Mt. Todoroki needs them in his office ASAP" Carla, the secretary complained. Slightly rolling her eyes.

"Again, I'm working on finishing touches for the meeting that he is likely to request 5 minutes before the meeting. Please get that stack of papers of my desk and hand them to him. Advise him that his notes will be done in 2. Thank you, Carla. For actually doing your fucking job" Y/N said. Carla was upset and she rolled her eyes, huffing and puffing. Knowing her, she will more than likely exaggerate some shit. Sure, enough I get a phone call from the infamous Todoroki himself.

"Carla informed me that you were working on some last minute things. Why would u do that?"

"Because sir, you always do that? Every time you have a meeting, you decide that you want certain things to be in order, right? So, before your meetings, I prep your regular notes and then print out extra notes. Anything else? If not, I'll be there in 45 seconds goodbye" Y/N hung up the phone annoyed. Making her way to the room where the meeting was, she was in for a pleasant surprise. Hawks is your fav. hero and he is also here with Deku and Ground Zero. And nothing could've prepared you for how fine they were in person. Hawks was so damn fine. He stood tall at 6'3, with beautiful crimson wings that stood out like the sunset, golden eyes, and spiky golden blonde hair with red shades that complemented his pale yet toned skin. Showing several tattoos. Deku looked just as good. Scars covered all of Deku's body, spiky black and green hair, and big puppy dog green eyes. He had on a tank top and he had some black joggers on with a black tank and showed his back tattoos as well. Then there was the infamous Ground Zero. Spiky blonde hair, piercing beautiful Crimson eyes, tattoos, and a scar that comes from the left-side of his jawline to his left pectoral chest muscle. They all had earrings in both ears wearing street clothes because Todoroki's father called a quick meeting about a villain attack. They looked so fucking good that it hurts and had my pussy throbbing.

"Hello. Sorry to call you guys in on such a short notice, but we needed to discuss the villain attack that recently happened." Endeavor started.

"There has been a constant focus on attacks in the minority of Japan. We have to figure out a way to combat this. Otherwise, our minority citizens will not trust us to help keep them out of harms way."

You heard they just started and attempted to sneak in to not disrupt the meeting but that was unsuccessful. Forgetting that this meeting room had a squeaky door and you're black so you kind of can't go unnoticed until Endeavor called you out. Now all eyes are on you.

"Y/n, what is your opinion on the issue? We know you're a minority and we want to hear from your perspective of things. I know you were sitting out there listening to the briefing like you always do"

Well shit. Now all eyes are on you and this is your chance to make a name for yourself and actually be useful for once instead of just handling papers n shit all day.

"Well, I think the first thing is to figure out why they're targeting black people. Once you guys figure that out, then you can move forward with trying to make it up to your supporters. After all, you guys were sworn in to protect just like the police and y'all work with them correct?" All eyes were on you. Even the heterochromatic eyes from the infamous Todoroki were staring at you intrigued. You can't even lie, Todoroki looks good just like the other heroes. He had on a white T-shirt with some black joggers and some Nike slides. The shirt was tight enough to see his muscles.

"It would be crucial to make sure that you dont leave your black citizens out because they need you just like the other citizens do as well. Oh, Here are your notes on the matter and Carla gave you the papers from my desk. Does anyone need anything while I am here? Sorry to interrupt."

"Do you have a quirk?" Deku asked?

"What the fuck do you need to know if she has a quirk for nerd?" Ground Zero said.

"I agree" Todoroki mentioned. "What is the purpose of her quirk being known? If she has one."

"Well, I do have one. It's similar to telekinesis. When I just do it, my body produces a dark blue aurora around my body, and my eyes turn dark blue. I have Sai swords, a staff, and fans that I use similar to Mileena, Jade, and Kitana from Mortal Kombat. Idk how, but this blue aurora can also help heal the injured too."

After I explained my quirk, they got so off-topic that they kept staring at me. I left and heard them asking Todoroki how come he hired me as a secretary and not a sidekick. They finished their meeting, and I was in my office packing up. Today was only a half day, so we could wear casual clothes. The heroes were not in today because they had press, they were doing while we stayed behind to make sure they were not double booked and doing sectorial things. As usual, I was the last one to leave even tho it was a half day at the office. As I was gathering my things and cleaning up, I heard my door open and close. Who did I see to my surprise? Our favorite Icy hot bastard. Looking slightly annoyed.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked

"Have you ever heard of knocking? That's number 1. For 2, what the fuck you mean? Deku asked me a question and I answered it. Was I supposed to lie to the man?"

"Because now they voted to have you come for this mission. They found the hide-out and they think you'd be a good asset. Your quirk intrigued them for some reason. Did you do this to spite me?!"

"TO SPITE YOU? YOU THINK I WANNA GO ON THIS MISSION?! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS UNTIL YOU SAID SOMETHING YOU CUNT. SO HOW IS THIS MY FAULT? But I guess it would be good to show you up in front of daddy's baby huh?" you asked as you knew you struck a nerve. We all know Todoroki is sensitive about his family and what he's gone thru. We all know his father is extremely overprotective after what happened.

"Yes Y/N. To spite me. you have been a pain in my ass ever since you have been hired. Fuck. The only reason you are still here is because you do good work and you make the place structured."

"So, your business would crumble to shit if I was not here basically huh?" as you walked around your desk to meet him halfway..

"Fuck no. This shit can stand on its own. Don't fucking play." he said meeting you halfway as well. Before you know it. he was towering over you. He smelled good. You can give him that. He was 6'2 towering over your small 5'2 frame. I guess the shirt that you wore made him stare because you could clearly see him staring at you in a way you'd never seen.

"Suck a fucking prick. I bet you are scared huh pussy. It's ok. We're going to do the mission and then we can find you a cat after. I think a kitten is the closest thing you would ever get to some pussy huh?" you said striking another nerve. You have to admit, he is a man and most men are sexy as fuck when they're angry. He looks so fucking goood but you will not fold. your pussy has a fucking heartbeat now and it's becoming louder and louder.

"The fuck you say to me!? Y/N don't fucking play with me." he took another step closer and was all in your grill. He scoffed "I bet you can't even handle this dick if it was thrown at you. just a crybaby who can't do shit." He stood over you grabbed your throat and kissed you. He finally kissed you. You kissed him back. The kiss turned hungry as you wrapped your arms around his neck and also, he put his hands on your waist and grabbed your ass. You were so taken back that you are making out with Pro-hero Todoroki in your fucking office, and he is about to fuck your brains out soon.

"You *kiss* are *kiss* a *Kiss* good *kiss* kisser. Shit." you giggled.

"Hmmm. Much more than that princess." He smacked your ass. "I knew you had a fat ass. Always teasing me with them tight ass skirts" as he grabbed your ass again, harsher this time to where you were on your tip toes and your pussy lips spread open a little. He kissed your jaw to your neck and started sucking on it. You ran your hands down to his pants and started rubbing the clear bulge in his joggers. He felt big, even though he was clothed. He bit your neck just a little.

"shit" you moaned out. "Feels good"

"What you want baby? Are you to be finger fucked in the office like a whore? hearing him talk dirty was a treat and a complete turn on.

"Yess baby" you moaned. "finger fuck me please."

"your wish is my command" he slid his long thick fingers in and out of your wet hole. Here you are, being Shoto's good little slut like he wants you to be. He finger fucked you so good.

"Uhh Shit babbbbbyyyy....I-I" you moaned in broken moans.

"You gone cum for daddy?" he said in your ear. " cum for daddy all over his fingers" after he said that, you came everywhere. His hand was soaked up to his forearm and the area on the desk was a mess.

"Fuck that was good. Let me suck it" you begged while panting for breath.

He chuckled a deep chuckle like you knew yo ass was in trouble.

"Another time baby. I wanna fuck you so bad. Can I fuck you Y/N?" he asked lustfully.

"Yes daddy." He slid right on in. He fit like a fucking glove. He slide all the way in and bottomed out.

"Please move" you said breathlessly.

"As you wish" and he started thrusting slowly. Letting you get adjusted to his dick. Now, you talked all that shit but you sure were wrong about how his dick looked. He was big. He was long and thick with a nice vein you could feel on the top of the shaft. His tip oozed with precum because you were so fucking sexy a moaning mess under him. He started to pick up the pace.

"Fuck you feel good To- Uhh" you moaned out.

"Fuck you tight. Shit. It's Shoto from here on got it?" He hit you with a hard thrust.

"Yes daddy. Sho you feel good baby." you whined. "keep this up imma cum"

"Already? Just getting started love." He had you in missionary on the desk. Ass hanging off the table while your legs were on his shoulders and he was drilling your shit.

"Fuck *thrust* you *thrust* feel *thrust* good." he panted. "Gonna make me bust in the pussy huh baby?"

"yes cum in me," you whined desperately. "Fuck Sho I'm Cumming, Fuck!" you screamed out.

"Shi baby. Almost there. Gonna fill that pretty pussy with my seed."

His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier and he finally came.

We stood there. Trying to catch our breathes quickly.

"I got to go get ready for this mission. We leave tomorrow. Do what you need to prep Y/N" he said as he gave you a kiss. "When we get back, we can go on a proper date. Would you like that?" he asked? As he grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him for another kiss.

"I'd love to go on a date with Pro-hero Shoto." you kissed him back. "See you tomorrow solider" you winked.

"Sure will." he winked. Smacked your ass one last time and kissed you before he left. "We leave tomorrow night. Meet me here around 8:30 pm. "

After he left, you went to get ready for your mission tomorrow. Hoping that everyone remains safe. Especially him.

AN:

Here you go, everyone. Sorry I haven't been on in a min. Got the urge to write and went for it. I think I might make a part 2 as a follow-up on this. Let me know if I should.

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[thesakuragarnet]

Say My F*ck!ng Name (Spies AU)

Summary: Dabi feels the need to prove his loyalty to his partner.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: Dabi X Fem! Reader, 3rd person POV, swearing, alternate universe (spies and secret agents), heavy smvt, smvt, established relationship

Word Count: 1,512 words

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Spicy Tags: dom/sub, dom top Dabi, d0ggy style, over$t!mulation, vag!nal f!ngering, vag!nal s3x, quirk use during s3x, multiple 0rga$ms, praise k!nk, teasing, 0ral s3x, cunn!l!ngus

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Her heart was racing. She couldn't find the briefcase. She'd looked everywhere. Under every seat on the plane. In the other hotel rooms. It was nowhere. She looks under the bed in her hotel room, making one last-ditch effort when she hears a pair of boots click behind her. 

"It's right here." His gravelly voice purrs as she stands up and whirls around. It's Dabi: her partner. Her lover.

"You mean to tell me you had it the whole time?! Are you even on our side anymore?!" She snaps, and, suddenly, his amused expression turns into a cruel, haunting stare. 

"Are you really doubting my loyalty to you?" He slowly asks, taking a dangerous step toward her that almost makes her fall backward onto the bed. 

"Uhh-I-" The woman stutters, but Dabi cuts her off, harshly grabbing her by the sleeve of her jacket. His face is mere inches from hers. 

"I guess I have to show you just how far I'll really go for you, princess," He chuckles darkly, and, in a split second, he's all over her. His hands harshly grasp fistfuls of the back of her leather jacket, threatening to rip it from her body as they passionately kiss. She sheds the jacket without breaking the kiss as he slips his warm tongue into her mouth, and his hands find their way to her breasts before he firmly grabs the edge of her tank top. 

RRRRRIIIP!

The sounds of ripping cloth cut through the air as Dabi tears the clothes right off her body, throwing the shreds over his shoulder as he unclasps her bra and tosses that aside as well. He breaks the sloppy kiss, shrugging his leather jacket off. 

"Clothes off. Get on the bed," Dabi commands without hesitation as he starts removing his shirt, and she hurriedly takes off her pants, barely slipping off her panties in time for her boyfriend to pounce on her. A deep, raspy laugh echoes through the room as he forcibly spreads her legs, his fingernails digging into her thighs as his alluring blue eyes gaze up at her; his lips are only a few inches away, purposefully teasing. He sighs, letting her feel his hot breath against her slit, and she shivers beneath his possessive stare. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to do something?" He smirks mockingly, pretending to be confused. His partner practically squirms, loathing the tension Dabi's drawing out. His eyes flicker from the lewd display in front of him back up to her face. 

"I don't think you're quite ready for that, yet," Dabi slowly sneers, taking his time as he climbs up over her until they're face-to-face, his hands on either side of her head. She sharply inhales as his tip brushes up against her clit, and Dabi's eyes show pure amusement. 

"You're really that down bad, huh, princess?" Dabi snickers before planting a lustful kiss on her lips. Slowly, he plants kisses down her chin to her neck, his warm tongue delicately tracing over her skin as he drags his rough hands down her body, stopping at her breasts. His girlfriend winces in pain as he sinks his teeth into her neck, biting just hard enough to not draw blood as his heated fingertips play with her nipples. A moan escapes her as he marks her skin until a trail of maroon splashes and bitemarks leads to her chest. Dabi stares up at her with a look of obsession as he starts sucking on her tit, teeth grazing the nipple as he continues to torture the other one with his fingers. Slowly, Dabi snakes his other hand down her body, and his partner gasps when she feels his fingers sliding up and down her cunt. He immediately pulls away from her. 

"Oh, you're definitely ready," The scarred man remarks curtly as he backtracks, pulling her to the edge of the bed as he gets on his knees. Before she can react, he pulls her legs over his shoulders and effortlessly plunges his tongue inside her, making her cry out his name. Her fingers run through his black hair as she feels the sweet combination of the cold staples pressing up against her inner thighs mixed with the indescribable warmth of his mouth. Dabi fluidly flexes his tongue, groaning at her taste as his eyes flutter shut. He replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, curling gently inside her as he presses his lips to her clit. Dabi's partner crosses her ankles behind his neck, locking him into her, and he swirls his tongue deliberately. His name falls from her lips, pitching higher and higher as he feels her tensing up around his grip. 

"Come for me, baby. I'm not gonna stop until you do, and even then I'm not gonna fucking stop," He hurriedly mutters between sloppy, torturous licks, slowly pumping his fingers inside her. 

"TOYA!" She screams her love's name in pleasure, hands turning to fists in the sheets as her body practically convulses with the climax. Dabi's eyes roll back into his head as he immediately grabs her stomach with his other hand, hungrily lapping her up like a starving animal. His girlfriend turns into a stuttering mess, her cheeks flushed and her body shaking as Dabi continues overstimulating her. Her rapid-fire high-pitched sighs slow down as he stops, clearing his throat before slowly slipping his fingers out of her. His partner trembles beneath his passionate gaze, staring up at him with wide eyes as he purposefully sucks his fingers clean of her and wipes the slick off of his mouth with his arm. 

"So fucking delicious," He huffs before standing up, giving her full view of his arousal. 

"Turn over. I'm gonna let you muffle your screams. You're not gonna be ready, but you're gonna love it," Dabi growls, and she complies, her body shaking as she gets on all fours. She cries out as he pushes into her inch by inch until they're skin to skin. His fingers trace down her spine, just hot enough to not blemish her skin, subtly threatening, yet, simultaneously representing intense trust. Without warning, his hips snap against her, his thrusts deep and intentional. Before she can scream, his hand wraps around the back of her neck, forcing her face into the pillow. 

"Safeword is water. Don't let me suffocate you, princess," Dabi pants loud enough to ensure she'll hear, and he sees her spastically nod beneath his grip. He squeezes her neck once before letting go, moving his hand back to dig into her thighs as he ruts into her. He can hear her muffled curses and moans. 

"Lemme hear you say my fucking name," He growls, picking up the pace as he lifts up a hand, spitting on his fingers before reaching around to rub circles on her clit. 

"TOYA!"

The word is unmistakable, even with the pillow, and it makes a cruel smirk spread across Dabi's face. He loves hearing her say it. She's the only one who's allowed to. He maintains his rhythm as he feels her tightening up around him. 

"Come for me. Be a good girl and come for me. Fuck, I love watching you fall apart. All for me," He groans lustfully, and he hears her faint moans growing louder and faster. He needs to hear her. Dabi reaches for her, tightly gripping her shoulder and roughly pulling her toward him so that her back is up against his chest. 

"Such a fucking good girl. Let it all out. Let those pretty little noises out for me," Dabi commands as he bends down to suck on her neck, one arm draped across her chest as he holds her up against him while his other hand continues to stimulate her swollen clit. His girlfriend moans over and over, and he breathes his name in as it falls from her lips. Dabi feels her clamping down on him, and it sends him over the edge. Slowly, he rocks his hips to a halt before pulling out of her, still keeping her locked in the safety of his arms. He leans back, slowly lying down on the bed, bringing her down with him as he nuzzles into the top of her head. She's shaking, practically stuttering from the overwhelming pleasure. She's impossibly warm and impossibly enamored. 

"Shhhh," Dabi hushes, releasing the harshness of his grip and gently rubbing her arms, trying to coax her down from the high as his own brain fog clouds his head. 

"W-we have to m-meet-" His partner starts stammering, and he turns her to face him, gently silencing her with a kiss. She melts into his tender embrace, hands lovingly tracing the scars on his arms and chest. Dabi breaks the kiss, his glowing cerulean eyes gazing into hers. 

"They can be on our timetable. We're the ones with the case. Get some rest," He murmurs, reaching down to yank the throw blanket over the top of them. She rests her head atop his chest, falling asleep to the sound of her lover's heartbeat. 

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[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter One - Wistful Thinking

Pairing: Bully!Dabi x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Summary: If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you. She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt. But because it was exactly what she wanted.

CW: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Bullying, Manipulation, Humiliation, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Power Play, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm. Future Tags: Drugs, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Smut, Porn With Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst and Porn, Sadism

A/N: In celebration of Dabi's dance being animated, I'm posting the first chapter of a request for a Bully!Dabi fic that should've been a one-shot, but just went completely off the rails (where have we heard that one before? Lol). Currently, the fic will be completed at three chapters, but I actually really like the idea so it' not impossible that I might expand it further once Play Nice is completed. ^_^

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[excerpt]

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

That’s what her mother always used to say.

“I told you to get me orange juice.”

She flinched at the venom in Dabi’s tone as he glared up at her from his desk. She stood in front of him, ready for her reprimand like a dutiful employee. A good little slave.

His eyes narrowed when she didn’t answer, “Didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes!” she yelped.

“So what the fuck is this?” he demanded, grabbing the can she’d presented to him and waving it in her face.

She dropped her gaze to the ground, hands wringing anxiously. It wasn’t just the heat of Dabi’s glare or the bite of his words that was making it hard to stay standing. The sadistic amusement of his friends, Jin and Keigo, perched lazily on the desks around him were just as painful. Not to mention the rest of their class watching on with smug little smiles and whispers.

“T-They were out of orange juice,” she stammered, “So I got you orange-flavored tea…”

Dabi watched her, waiting for any more qualifications, any last excuses. But her eyes stayed down, lips stayed shut. The only change was in her now shuffling feet.

So he popped open the tab and took a drink.

“Hmm.”

Hope swelled in her chest. Maybe she’d done enough this time. She looked up tentatively. Bored, piercing blue awaited her. He held her there for a moment, letting her think, letting her settle into relief and security.

Catching her in a trap.

He smirked.

“It’s fucking disgusting.”

And threw the open can straight at her chest.

It hit her with an audible force, dousing her uniform and splashing all over the desk and floor.

Jin snorted out a laugh, “Oh shit.”

Keigo next to him was noticeably silent, just watching for her reaction.

“Seriously, how can you be this useless?” Dabi spat, pulling his legs off the desk before any of the tea could spread to his shoes.

Dripping, she tried desperately to fight the quiver from her lip. It was not a fight she was winning.

He stood with an annoyed sigh, “Now I’ve gotta go get it myself. Happy?

She didn’t dare respond, not with that familiar lump growing larger and larger in her throat. If she so much as breathed in that moment, she’d cry for sure. And crying in front of Dabi would only make things worse.

So much worse.

“Better clean up your mess before class starts if you don’t want to get in trouble,” he called back as he made his way to the door, Jin close behind him.

Keigo stayed for a moment, watching with furrowed brows as she knelt down on trembling legs into the spreading orange-tinted puddle. 

“Oi, Bird Brain. Let’s go!”

He quickly turned on his heel, following the call without a second thought.

She picked the can up, fruitlessly trying to stop the spill — it was practically empty at this point.

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. 

That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.

But because it was exactly what she wanted.

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[takingchences]

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★ Rated PG-13 ( most chapters )

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language, fluff, slow burn, heated make outs, violence, and angst. Also, this story will probably be rated +18 in the future, so... yeah 😅

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Ch. 1 ❀ Sana Sakano: Origin

Ch. 2 ❀ Class 1-A

Ch. 3 ❀ Interlude

Ch. 4 ❀ Old Friends

Ch. 5 ❀ Masks

Ch. 6 ❀ Class Field Trip

Ch. 7 ❀ Into the Unknown

Ch. 8 ❀ Girl on Fire

Ch. 9 ❀ Frenemies

Ch. 10 ❀ Heart to Heart

Ch. 11 ❀ Things Unsaid

Ch. 12 ❀ Roaring Sports Festival

Ch. 13 ❀ Cavalry Battle

Ch. 14 ❀ Games, Bets & Propositions, Oh My!

Ch. 15 ❀ Little Miss Understood

Ch. 16 ❀ Confessions

Ch. 17 ❀

Ch. 18 ❀

Ch. 19 ❀

Ch. 20 ❀

more to be added...

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[goddessofbees3600]

Bnha shindeku OC child!

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[mha-cuties-pls]

Stolen Hearts.

Todorokis girlfriend is captured one day after the attack on the UA summer camp, and is ready to battle her way out of it; but when her devilishly handsome captor makes an odd request, she has to make a dangerous choice: does she fight? Or, does she just, give in?…Does she want to give in?

Pairing: Reader x Dabi | Words: 11.7k | Rating: M | genre: smut

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Your eyes watering did little to loosen the tape over your mouth like you had hoped, and when you were thrown onto the ground by one of your captors your head hit the hard floor with a loud thud. Looking around to where they had brought you to, it seemed as if you were in some kind of hideout. There were minimal decorations and furniture adorning the concrete room, save for a charred punching bag in the corner and an old ratty couch running along the back wall. Also, you noticed, there was a door off to the side, that looked like it had maybe 4 deadbolts on it. Your head was spinning from what was definitely blunt force trauma as you tried to piece it all together.

What was happening to me?

All you could remember was, one second, you were walking back to the dorms from the convenience store down the street in broad daylight, and then the next second, was a bit of blur. You remember a blow to your head from behind, and a cloth around your mouth when you tried to scream out and then suddenly, next thing you knew your arms and legs were tied up and you were being dragged through an alley, the sunset signaling to you that significant time had passed.

The sound of a door unlocking tore your attention away from your thoughts, and onto a tall, dark haired man who entered the room. His presence immediately caused a tension in the room, palpable not only to you, but to everyone, illustrated by the way that the group of men who had captured you suddenly began to stand at attention. You took a moment to study the strange features on this man more closely, and saw the way parts of his skin looked marred and...h-held together by staples?

A gasp left your mouth upon realizing that you had seen him before; That day, at the summer camp when UA was attacked. He was there.

Suddenly, the man turned his head down to face where you were laying, and the look in his eyes as he zeroed in on you caused your blood to grow cold. "Hey there, gorgeous." He said languidly as his face inched closer, allowing you to see his strikingly handsome features juxtaposed against the staples and damaged skin, and you couldn't help but let fear begin to flood your body.

Along with a tiny flicker of something else, something you refused to acknowledge, that ignited a fuzzy feeling deep in your stomach; You told yourself it was just nerves.

The man crouched down to where you were laying, and turned his head to the side as he stared, an eerie smile etching on his lips. Your breathing picked up watching him stand above you, and was made more exasperated by the fact your mouth was taped so you could only breathe through your nose. When he reached his hand out toward your face, you flinched back, earning a chuckle from him when he simply brushed some of the hair that was matted to your sweaty forehead, behind your ear.

Surprisingly, his touch was light, and his skin was so cold it almost felt soothing against yours.

"Now, now, now, no need to be scared, 'darlin." When his fingers moved graciously through your hair your eyes couldn't help but close for just a second in a moment of over-exhaustion and weakness, taking a deep breath to cherish the fleeting moments of pleasurable contact, before being able to think straight enough to realize you shouldn't be so relaxed in front of such a notoriously deadly villain.

Though upon opening your eyes and being met with his minacious stare, you wondered if you should have just kept them shut. You began breathing a bit frantically, huffing loudly through your nose, nauseous from the smell of the tape as you borderline hyperventilated. You were flinching at every change in his movements, even though they remained unsettlingly gentle.

"I ain't gonna hurt 'cha," The dark haired man said, stopping for a moment. His hand moved down to caress your tear-stained cheek, and you had to stop yourself from instinctively leaning into his rather soothing touch, the deep lull of his smooth voice almost coercing your exhausted brain into submission. Your eyes widened as his face inched closer to yours, and he put his lips millimeters from your ear when he whispered, "Not unless, you want me to, that is."

Abruptly grabbing the corner of the piece of tape that was covering your mouth, he yanked it off harshly and stood back up, leaving a stinging sensation behind that caused your eyes to tear up even more.

Screaming out at his action, you watched his face to see if he felt any remorse, but the cheeky look on the man before you didn’t seem to falter at all. If anything, you thought he may have just started to smile a little wider. "You fucking bastard." You spat back at him, a sour look on your face. "If I ‘wanted’ any of this, you wouldn't of had to kidnap me." But still, your words seemed to have little to no effect on the mysterious man in front of you, as he remained silent. Just staring staring down at you with that dark look in his eyes that made your skin crawl. You tried to use your quirk, but something seemed to be blocking it. Must've been that drug they put on the cloth from earlier. From what you had seen on the news about it, the effects of the drug should wear off eventually, but it could take hours; or even a whole day. Sighing, you dropped your aggressive tone. "What do you even want with me?"

Finally seeming to elicit some kind reaction out of him, the man in front of you turned to the others for a brief second to wave them off, requesting to be alone. Watching the last of your captors walk out of the room from where you lay on the cold concrete floor, and shut the door behind them with a click, made your heart start to beat a mile a minute; and the man with scars unlike any you had ever seen before, turned his full attention to you.

What was he planning to do to me, that he needed us to be alone?

The obvious answer hung menacingly in the air, taking your mind inevitably back to Shoto with a pang running through your heart. He must be so worried about me. Your boyfriend and you were still a fairly new relationship, but a bonded one nonetheless. The six months you had spent together proved to be filled with your fair share of ups and downs, but it was your first real relationship with a guy, and Todoroki had been one of the most caring guys you had ever met.

"I brought you here to help me out with a lil' somethin'." The mans voice broke the silence. Standing up, he walked over to the where the couch was, on the wall opposite to where you lay facing, and took a seat.

Before he sat down though, he took off his long coat, and you couldn't help but gaze up at the way that his muscles seemed to look so defined in the low light of the room you were in. It was absolutely not the time, but you allowed your eyes to follow the sharp contours of his arms and chest that disappeared under his low-cut tank top, and your mind started to picture what the rest of him would look like; Wondering how far his purple scars continued. It didn't help either that the way he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees allowed him to look down at you, literally, and you had to acknowledge how despicably good looking he really was. Especially from that angle. All his piercings glittering as he stared down at you with a foreboding look in his eyes, but fear wasn't the only thing he was causing to stir inside you.

The way your abdomen suddenly started to ache, and you felt your heartbeat in between your legs, you could tell. Some sick part of you actually liked the way his predatory eyes were making you feel; the way he- Stop it. You seethed internally, hes a villain, he hurt you. He wants to hurt you. How could you even begin to let your mind go there?

Maybe it was just adrenaline and anxiety, getting the best of you and your hormones. They had been raging long before any of this mess ever happened anyway. You tried to forget about it completely; Just shake it off, you had bigger things to worry about.

But, you couldn't stop yourself from rubbing your legs together just a bit, trying to shake the feeling off that you feared was growing more intense by the minute.

"Something distract you there, princess?" He interjected, drawing your attention back up to his face, which was embellished with a devilishly handsome smile. Though, it looked like he wasn't going to bring up your wandering eyes, if he even really noticed. "As I was sayin', when we attacked your little summer camp, you caught my eye—I mean, a water manipulation quirk? Very powerful potential." Looking away from you for a moment, he studied the purple on his arms with a strange and suddenly absent expression before he continued, "But, that wasn't what sealed your fate." However, when he turned back to face you, the glossy look in his eyes seemed to have left just as quickly as it came. "It was your healing powers." Then, almost as if on second thought, his face twisted into a nasty grin, and with malice behind every word, he continued, "Probably why Shoto chose you, too." Releasing an evil chuckle, he continued, "S'nothin personal. Just kind of a thing for us, to be turned on by thinking of shit like that."

Your eyes suddenly grew wide, your breath caught in your throat. Shoto? "W-What?" You knew he was probably just trying to bait you into talking, but still; How did he know about your relationship, or anything about you for that matter? It's not like you and Shoto were ever very public about your budding relationship.

And 'us'? What the hell was this guy even talking about?

The mean look on his face intensified and you wanted to squirm, but with the way he seemed to bask in every reaction you've made, you tried to contain yourself. "Oh, come on, ____."He said, lips curled into a cruel smile while his analytical eyes never strayed form yours, making you feel smaller with each passing second. "Ya gotta be smarter than that." And with that he got up, your mind racing as his heavy boots came closer, and closer to where you lay; helpless.

Visibly shaking your head, you shut your eyes and tried to focus. Maybe you could fight the drug.

"Stop!" You screamed, "You don't know anything about me!" Beginning to act out of short spouts of rage, you pulled and thrashed at the restraints on your wrists and ankles behind you. Hitting your head on the floor in the process and feeling your wrists stinging from rope burn, tears welled embarrassingly in your eyes once more before you stubbornly shouted, "You're just a random lowlife trying to stop UA students because you know were gonna destroy you, and The League Of Villains!"

The futile attempts to break free of your binds that were made during your little outburst did little but cause the man in front of you to realize, that he really liked watching you struggle like that underneath him. All tied and bound, that absolutely adorable, helpless tear-stained expression on your face, just waiting, begging, for him to come and take care of you in ways he knew you needed, even if you didn't yet.

That being said, he decided that it was finally time to release you at least of your ignorance, and shed some light onto why it was exactly he had you brought here in the first place.

With a theatrical gasp, he placed a hand over his chest. "'Random'? That hurts, princess." Bending down, he grabbed you by your arms and, quite easily, placed you so that you were now sitting up instead of just laying on the floor. Still remaining at your eye level, he ran his hands through his messy black hair and pulled it back a bit, allowing his face to be seen more clearly through the low light of the dark room. "You're tellin' me you can't see the family resemblance?"

Still thrashing your wrists around behind your back a bit, you were wincing from the pain, so you declined to really study his newly displayed features at first. "Yeah right," you started, still fruitlessly struggling to escape, "like you're related to any one of-" But, when your eyes met finally his in a passing second, your vision uninhibited by shadows or hair covering his face, you stopped dead in your movements and gasped. Those eyes. They were unmistakeable, but, it couldn't be,

"Touya?"

Though your last word came out barely a whisper, the dark haired man in front of you smirked, and threw his hands up like he was caught upon hearing your utterance. "Guilty, but I'm going by Dabi nowadays."  He reached down, making you flinch back a bit. But when he only went to untie the rope around your ankles, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Looking back up at your face, Dabi was met with that precious deer-in-headlights look you had been giving him the whole time that caused the animalistic urge to claim you as his grow inside him even more. Breifly, he even wondered if you knew how fuckable it made you look, and if you had been doing it on purpose the whole time to try and entice him even further; or maybe you really were just a helpless little slut who needed someone like him to take care of you in ways those little school boys at UA never could.

Finally pulling the rope away, and releasing your legs, Dabi never broke eye contact as he continued to say, "though I dont know which one Id like hearing better, coming from that pretty little mouth of yours."

Your mind was spinning way too much to react or even try and think about a way to use your newly freed legs to escape. This...was...is? Todorokis...older brother? The one...who Endeavor...killed? The bile rose in your stomach as your thoughts raced, and your body suddenly flushed, the intense heat flash not helping the fact that you felt like you were gonna throw up. That must be what all those scars are from, then. The accident. But then...where did the unscarred pieces of flesh come from? "Ho-How..." Was all you were able to muster out before you began to feel a bit woozy once again.

Dabi stood up, watching all those precious emotions flash across your face with more enjoyment than he expected. "S’a long boring story, but to cut it short, after ‘the accident’, I happened to have been chosen by a doctor looking to experiment." He reached to take off his shirt, and couldnt help but notice with a satisfied smirk, that you bit your lip while you watched him tug it over his head; and he definitely saw where your eyes lingered. Letting out a low chuckle, he now displayed his bare chest before you, admiring the lines of his patchwork body while running his hands along the staples. "Let's just say, it was mutually beneficial in the end."

As you sat looking up at the freakishly handsome, shirtless, Frankenstein in front of you in disbelief, your mind still craved answers to one important question. "But, why," you gulped, mouth dryer than expected, "why do you need me?"

Dabi seemed to have forgot he was explaining that himself for a second, too busy finally watching you piece it all together, savoring your reactions and watching you hang onto his every word. The big reveal was one of the best parts of being a villain, after all.

Your eyes intuitively followed his hand as it moved to where he hung it dangerously low from his belt buckle, and you swore you saw his pants twitch, making you look down frantically to avoid his gaze. However, he was quick to reach down and grab your neck with a tight grasp.

Yanking your body up roughly towards his, you were met with a startlingly close proximity to his calculating eyes when you landed on your feet. A light-headed, spinning feeling you had never experienced before began to flood your head from the way he was choking you, and you had to admit; It felt kind of good. So good, you couldn't help but release a little involuntary whimper as you felt goosebumps form down your arms.

Smirking at your reaction, his free hand moved down, caressing the side of your body, and ending its descent with a rather harsh squeeze under skirt, on your butt; causing you to gasp, much to his amusement. "All this death happening recently got me thinkin' about passing on my amazing power to a little, 'creation' of my own." Looking over your body briefly, as if sizing you up, he removed the hand he had around your neck to cup your waist on either side; An action that served to make you blush more than it should have considering your current situation.

"Why do you need me for that?" You said, voice trembling as your body remained frozen, trying not to focus on the way that you almost missed the feeling of his hand clasping tightly around your neck.

Another nasty smirk made its way onto his lips, a predatory one you had seen on men many times before, and you felt his right hand suddenly move to cup your lower abdomen. Having his hand press over where your womb was sent another involuntary shiver down your spine, though you couldn't deny that you liked having him touch you like this, which is why you didn’t exactly try to move away.

Was it really so wrong, to simply just go along with what he was doing? An obvious part of you couldn't help but feel guilty for lusting after someone this hard while still technically with Todoroki. But honestly, a bigger, louder, hungrier part of you, felt enticed and unbelievably aroused by the thought of having such a forbidden night with someone so powerful and alluring; Someone so daunting and sexy. Besides, it was obvious by the fact that you were kidnapped and drugged that no matter how you felt about it, he was going to take whatever he wanted; which you hated to admit, turned you on even more.

So, was it so wrong if you liked it?

"I happen to have a minor defect to my otherwise amazing quirk, thanks to my dear old dads messy breeding." He continued to explain, his hand suddenly dropping further, moving under your skirt and dragging the tips of his fingers ever so lightly across the thin fabric of your underwear. It took every ounce of resolve you had left not to moan out and feed his ego even more than you already had. Your legs became a bit wobbly, and Dabi retracted his hand to steady you by your waist once more, though not without letting out a low chuckle at your small display of weakness. "Whenever I use my quirk, it burns me thanks to my bodies heat intolerance from my mother." Pulling you flush against him, and steadying your limp body against his sturdy one by holding your butt and lower back, he met your wide eyes with a fleeting glance before putting his lips so close to your ear you could feel his breath. You inhaled sharply when you felt his tongue lap out at the sensitive skin, even moaning a bit without thinking when he gently bit down on your earlobe. "But," he continued, his husky voice basically purring in your ear, "with your powers, our child would be unstoppable."

The whisper danced menacingly across your skin, causing even more goosebumps to form down your spine. That's when it hit you.

'Our child?'

You felt him smirk against your skin, and wanted to simply give into the unexpected pleasure and forget the harrowing events of today by getting lost in Dabis warm and admittedly inviting embrace. Though still, it seemed as if your conscience finally found its voice, and managed to propel it out of where it seemed to get caught in your throat.

"What?!" Your exclamation seemed to come across, however, as more of an inquiry based on your hushed tone, and the way that you declined to move at all away from him. Suddenly remembering what he said earlier, you couldn't help but look up at him and ask, "And...and what did you mean earlier, about Shoto?" Trying to think back, you wondered if there had ever been a time Todoroki even mentioned having kids with you.

At first, nothing really came to mind. That was, until you remembered one specific date, maybe a month into your relationship, that had ended with Todoroki a few more sakis deep than you, and him drunkenly admitting to you that he fantasized about 'impregnating you since the moment he saw you fighting at the entrance exam'. Which, funnily enough, was also the date that marked the first time you and Todoroki had slept together.

Sure, it might have been a pretty odd thing to say, but at the time you had just written it off. Besides, while you may not have had too many real boyfriends, you been around enough to get a pretty good grasp on the inherently deviant sexual nature of men. All men have weird fantasies in bed, at least his was something that seemed relatively normal. Why wouldn't he want to have a baby with the girl he was dating, right?

"Well," Dabi said, lifting your body up by your arms gently one more time as he began to guide you over to the couch while your hands still remained tied behind your back. In that moment, he noticed quite suddenly that you didn't seem to be putting up much resistance as he dragged you over. You were even helping him out by walking yourself over to where he plopped you down to sit in front of him once more. Though, at least this time you were on a couch cushion and not the cold concrete floor. "Guess it's kinda our dad's fault." He said, shrugging as he lowered himself down onto his knees, swiftly moving in between your legs while making sure to catch your eyes. You felt frozen as you watched him take his position, his shirtless torso so close to where you had been aching for him that you were sure he was going to be able to feel the heat radiating off of you; but you weren't concerned, your mind was shot and your body was exhausted. In this moment, all you wanted to do, was to keep gazing into his beautiful piercing blue eyes, and hope that he continued to placate you with his soothing touch. "And, to be honest, I never thought that was going to be possible for me." Reaching out to brush another stray hair behind your ear, he smiled. You weren't flinching anymore. "'Till I saw you, that was."

Then, with his other hand, he cupped your cheek, and you couldn't help but inhale sharply upon feeling the icy contact. "Your skins pretty cold for someone with a fire quirk." Must be what he was talking about earlier. But, the feel of his cold skin against your flushed body inclined your rapid heart beat to slow down ever so slightly, and your breathing became just a bit more even.

You had assumed this whole time that you had been brought here to be tortured into a confession about UA secrets, or maybe even tied up and sold to harvest your body parts on the black market. And, while you had been tied up and kidnapped, as you were faced with the possibility of the dark and mysterious man in front of you using you to...breed, a part of you couldn't help but feel...

Intrigued? Insanely guilty? Like a deviant?

Along with that achingly familiar feeling that you could no longer even pretend to deny was pooling in your abdomen, completely soaking your underwear, telling you that your body had betrayed you long before your mind ever made the conscious decision to. As terrible a person you felt when the back of your mind echoed images of Todoroki, the more selfish part of you reminded yourself that you couldn't deny, there was definitely a part of you that felt increasingly untouched and ignored by him.

You tried to push it down at first; You could live without that, right? It's only one small aspect of the whole relationship. Besides, Shoto was so nice, and doting, and the most polite gentlemen you had ever been with. And its not like you two didn't have sex, because you did. It was just that sometimes, your mind couldn't help but imagine being dominated by him in a severely different way. It was more than slightly disappointing every time you tried get him to just act a little bit more aggressively in bed, only to have him constantly stop to make sure he hadn't hurt you for real in the process, even though thats exactly what you were begging him to do. Though you told yourself you wouldn't give up. He would get it eventually, as long as you kept communicating. Right?

It was always your hope that one day, he would finally be able to understand. However, as time went on and you found yourself having the same awkward conversation over and over, you began to think that maybe you were just asking Shoto to do something that he simply wasn't into.

But, Dabi? It wasn't hard for you to see that he might be exactly what you had been dreaming about; He was dangerous and sexy and rough, like the guy you thought about late at night when your hand travelled down into your underwear, trying to satisfy the ache deep in your abdomen that never seemed to completely subdue. If anything, he probably was a lot more intense than what you ever imagined, causing a little bit of fear to bubble up inside you alongside the copious amounts of lust that had been building.

Not to mention, how could you really be held responsible for this? You were literally drugged, tied, and kidnapped by a notoriously powerful villain, now matter how breathtakingly sexy he may have turned out to be. If you didn't give him what he wanted, he would take it anyways.

Right?

"Still, you seem to love it when I put my hands on you." Dabis low voice spoke once more, commanding all your attention back to the present moment and the electric feeling his skin gave you, and those bright blue eyes that mesmerized you. His thumb made a soothing motion along your cheekbone, and you finally released all restraint, leaning into his hand with a soft, high-pitched sigh of relief. "See?" He said, a malicious chuckle emanating from his chest, "I told you," You could hear the smile behind his words as his other hand began to tangle further into your hair, and you almost didn’t hear what he said next, getting lost in the feeling. "You'd be beggin' me to hurt you by the end of this."

But you forced your eyes to snap open. He couldn't really mean that, could he?  Upon being met with his half lidded ones, and a close proximity to his bare chest, you decided to ask, "Why would I want you to hurt me?" You squeaked out in the meekest voice you had ever heard yourself use. Though when you felt his hands drop down to your thighs, sliding easily under your skirt to give a harsh squeeze, another moan left your mouth.

"You know what I mean, doll face." He said, matter o' factly as he pushed your legs further apart. His grip, while a bit bruising, didn’t feel threatening to you at all. It honestly made you feel electrified, and sent your body reeling with each squeeze and slap made against your skin. Reaching behind and placing his hands on your butt, he hugged your body forward, colliding his bare chest with your noticeably damp underwear. It made him bite his lip and close his eyes, how he could feel how wet you already were for him after just a few little whispers and touches. "M'not really gonna hurt ya." You felt his fingers slip in between you two and brush teasingly light past where your clit lay throbbing on the other side of your underwear, causing you to hold your breath as you felt knots turn in your stomach. "I just wanna get a little rough with you when we have our fun, s'all." When his fingers declined to move at first, you almost instinctively bucked your hips, your body trying to create that little fluttering feeling he caused to stir inside you only a few moments ago. Dabi snickered at your actions, placing his hand back where it was on your bum and earning a small whine from you. "Besides," planting a sloppy kiss on your neck he whispered in your ear, "Somethin' tells me you'd like that."

Still trying your best to fight how good his skin seemed to feel against yours, you made one more, rather weak attempt at protesting against his actions. Though you both knew at this point your objections were ceremonious at best. "N-no, st-aaahhh." Your sentence was cut off by the feeling of his calloused fingers finally sliding past the thin barrier of your underwear and along your slick folds, causing your eyes to roll back a bit as he stroked you.

The feeling his hands gave you as he rubbed and circled your heat was truly unlike anything you had ever felt before, and you felt yourself not being able to think about holding back the moans and mewls that escaped your mouth, even trying to spread your legs open further to give him better access.

Reeling from the small sounds he was causing to escape from you, he began to tease your hole mercilessly while he basked in the sight of you turning to putty in his hands. But, he couldn't just let you get what you wanted that easily, not after all that big talk earlier.

"Whats that?" Spreading his fingers, his voice seemed to mock that of one who's concerned as he watched you fall apart from his every move. "You said 'stop'? M'kay," he said, abruptly withdrawing his hand and beginning to back away from you, "if ya' really want me to stop I can-"

"No!" You shouted suddenly, the words leaving your mouth before you really had a chance to think about what you were saying, making him smirk down victoriously. But you didn't want to think; All you wanted was to feel his fingers against your throbbing pussy again; and you were ready to do anything to make that happen. "P-please, Dabi." You choked out, inviting him back in between your legs by opening them wider for him, even grinding your hips a bit out of frustration as you stared up at him through your eyelashes; A look that you knew almost never failed to charm men, probably because of how submissive it made you seem.

He had finally given you a taste of the delicious intimate aggression and desire you had only ever been able to dream about, and there was no way you were letting this opportunity pass you by. You would think about the consequences later.

For the first time in your life, you decided, it was time to put your own selfish needs first; and, you were going to have fun doing it.

He took back his place in between your legs, making you sigh in relief, and this time he began to reach for the rope that was holding your wrists behind your back. Once your faces were inches from each other, and your noses just barely touched, he whispered with a playful gleam in his eye, "Gonna be a good girl for me if I take this off?" His gruff voice served to send another shiver down your spine as you nodded frantically up at your captor, causing another knowing smile to take over his enticing lips. "Keep begging for daddy like that and I promise baby girl, I'm gonna make sure I pound that pussy nice and hard. 'Kay?" Finally loosing the knot enough to let you remove the rope, he began to stand up, and step back a bit to undo the fly on his pants; the needy look on your face causing his chest to swell with triumph, "You're just gonna have to do a little something for me first."

It was obvious what he meant. Eyes going wide, you couldn't seem to speak up nor look away, and you watched silently as he swiftly undid his boots and pants, discarding them haphazardly to the side while never looking away from you. Though, when he pulled down his boxers, your eyes were drawn to the way his hard dick plopped out and bounced around deliciously in the air for a bit, making you subconsciously lick your lips.

He shoved himself inside your mouth without warning, causing a loud gag to echo through the small concrete room. Steadying himself with a groan by placing his hands behind your head, he turned you so you looked up at him with his dick still shoved down your throat, spreading those pretty, soft, plump lips of yours around him. "Ahh, sorry about that, princess." But really he wasn't sorry; He loved the way your big eyes were tearing up again because you were choking on his girth. That helplessly dumb, fuckable making him go a little more feral every time he saw it.

Giving one more violent thrust into your mouth, he savored the feeling of your throat closing around him as you gagged, and the lewd sound of you finally choking on him filling up the room. Something you always should've been doing for him, and him only. "Couldn't help myself, with the way you were just starin' at my cock like that." Starting to move himself in and out slowly, he was pleased to feel you grip behind his hips without him having to tell you. However, he was surprised when one of your hands expertly began to cup his balls, while the other moved to swirl around the base of his shaft that was more than generously lubricated by the globs of spit you provided.

Maybe you weren't the innocent little hero-course student he initially thought you were. Especially with what you were doing with your hands, he was certain this wasn't your first time sucking dick. A part of him breifly wondered if you had ever shown out like this for his little brother; If he ever got to stare into those big beautiful eyes of yours as he fucked your cute little mouth enough to make you gag all over his dick.

Even if you had, he decided, it didn't matter. He was going to make sure that by the end of this night, the only Todoroki your needy little cunt would ever be satisfied with, the only man your brain would ever think of when you felt horny and needed to be touched and fucked, was him.

You felt another loud groan vibrate through his chest as you continued to pick up the pace of your hand that was pumping what couldn't fit in your mouth. Feeling the moment begin to take over, and all restraint fly promptly out the window, you giggled a bit at his reaction, proud that you had made him make a sound like that, and you felt your walls clench eagerly in anticipation as you pursued the primitive urge that had been building up inside you.

Every fiber in your being was screaming for him, wanting his hands back on your body and around your neck while he stuffed you to the brim with his thick girth, stretching you out and bouncing you up and down while you screamed out his name.

But, you knew to really get a man like him invested in your own sexual pleasure, you were going to have to entertain his desires first. Not that you minded, though. Especially for someone so alluring and sexy, you honestly felt like he deserved it, which made the task of sucking dick a lot more enjoyable.

You couldn't believe this dark, mysterious man, the one who tied you up and imprisoned you, had you practically feigning to satisfy him in any way you could. Every trick in the book you had ever learned, you were pulling out for him; Spitting, gagging, choking, you were even blowing bubbles in the spit and taking his balls into your mouth occasionally as you slapped his hard cock all across your face, sneaking fleeting looks to see him bite his lip back, and even fidget around as you worked your mouth around him. You don’t think you've ever wanted to suck a dick more than you did right now. It honestly felt kind of freeing, to be able to completely loose your sense of composure and let yourself become so uninhibited and debauched. Not to mention, you don't think anyone had ever made you feel so sexy in your life, and you wanted to thank him.

Spitting more huge globs over his swollen red tip you slid your thumb over it as you pumped your hands, and made sure to throw a wide eyed glance his way as you took him back in your mouth, shoving him all the way down your throat and then back out again with a 'pop'. The amazed look in his eyes as he watched made you giggle while he was still in your mouth, and judging by the way he threw his head back for a second to let out a strangled cry, that must've felt good.

Dabi watched intently as your tongue ran along his length and you worked to shove him down your throat so enthusiastically, making a little show out of how you sucked him off. The way you were spitting and making a mess all over yourself just to please him, all while looking up at him with those big, gorgeous eyes of yours, told him exactly what he needed to know.

You were officially his.

Pulling his throbbing cock out of your mouth with haste, he threw your body back against the couch and quickly crawled over you. Not caring to waste any time with buttons, Dabi ripped your uniform shirt down the middle, finally fully exposing your perky breasts to him. It was then that he took a moment to stare down at you, appreciating the way you had begun to submit to him completely.

And you really were so beautiful, he thought. All soft and nice and clean, an innocent little pro-hero in training, dating the s0n of the number one hero. Yet, here you were lying under one of the filthiest, nastiest villains in the country just begging for him to ravage you, probably cock-deprived and craving a nice, hard, pounding; one like his gift-of-god little brother had probably never been able to do. It wasn't hard for Dabi to tell after how you reacted to him choking you that you definitely preferred it a little rougher than the average girl, making him wonder how far he could push you. But he didn’t have to rush; something told him this wouldn’t be the last time he would have you naked and begging under him.

In the short moment he took to admire your exposed form, however, you seemed to have grown impatient, and your hand snaked its way down to push your underwear aside while you let out a whine. "Dabiiii." Your voice was pained with sexual frustration as you rubbed small circles on your clit, staring lustfully up at him with furrowed brows and parted lips. The rise and fall of your chest signaling how hot and bothered he had made you.

He was right about hearing you say his name. He noted, feeling his dick twitch upon listening to it roll off your tongue like that while you pleasured yourself underneath him. Such a fucking slut for him, already. The way you simultaneously looked like the naughtiest and also most innocent woman he had ever seen made him want to mark you and claim you as his. He wanted to bend you over, and slam into your precious little cunt harder than you had ever felt while he filled you to the brim with his seed. Suddenly, he wondered: Have you ever let a man finish inside you?

Had you ever let Todoroki?

"Let's get a little more comfortable, hmm?" Dabi suggested, planting one more sloppy kiss on the side of your neck before beginning to help you up and guide you over towards the side door you had noticed earlier.

And, finally feeling the haze of lust and exhaustion you had been in dissipate in the silence of the room as you walked over, a sudden moment of clarity hit.

You realized, you were now mindlessly following your kidnapper, who you were admittedly still at least a little bit afraid of, into another room, with the hope he would take you and finally fuck your brains out the way you'd been dreaming since you saw him.

And impregnate me. Your brain reminded you, That’s why I’m here in the first place. And you almost hated to admit that you felt butterflies in your stomach from the thought. You had never let anyone even come close to doing that before, and the thought of a man filling you up like that made your knees instantly go weak and you faltered a bit in your steps. Dabis hand was quick to steady your waist as he unlocked the excessive amount of locks on the door.

No one from your past even came close to making you feel like they loved you enough to spend the rest of their lives with you, let alone even want to reproduce with you. The fact someone so powerful, and so incredibly sexy, not only chose you, but specifically sought you out to bring his kids into this life, to grow them inside your womb; It made your head swell a little bit, your thoughts becoming even more dazed as your ego reeled in the thought of being desired like that by him.

The door opened to reveal a large, messy king bed littered, surprisingly, with pillows and fluffy blankets that looked so soft you were drawn to it immediately, not even the slightest bit interested in anything else the room might have had in it. Pushing past Dabi almost thoughtlessly, you raced to feel the soft textures against your skin and planted yourself face down.

Simply laying there, you sighed in relief, relishing in the simple and delicate feel of the grey micro plush blanket against your skin after enduring such rough treatment all day. Your eyes closed instinctively as you took in a deep breath, an enchanting mixture of sandalwood, cologne, and a very faint hint of smoke wafting through your nose pleasantly, and you realized you felt more relaxed than ever as you exhaled.

Though, you were soon met with the feeling of his heavy body above yours, and the heat returned to your face when you felt him quickly tug your skirt and underwear down your legs while you remained laying on your belly. Finally pulling both annoying pieces of fabric off and throwing them to the side, he pulled your cheeks back to give the small swell of heat that was peaking out from in between your legs a gentle, wet kiss, making you squeal a bit as you jumped forward instinctively, hiding your face in your hands; and you could literally feel the smirk grow on his lips. "Kinda cute," he mumbled against your skin, placing his hands under your hips to gain him better access, "how shy you are." His hands felt so big, and the way he was squeezing your hips made you moan out loudly.

When you tried to formulate a response you felt another swipe of his tongue along your already soaked entrance, and you buried your face deep into the bed to muffle the screams that he was causing to come out of you. Then, you thought maybe you could at least prop yourself up on your elbows, until you felt his tongue begin to lap out at you mercilessly. Another sharp cry left your mouth as your arms faltered, and you fell face first onto the bed. "I-I-f-fAhhh-" was all you were able to muster up as a response before being reduced to a stuttering, begging mess in his lap.

Dabis low chuckle that followed your screams vibrated through your body, and you felt his grip on your hips tighten despite the way you were squirming around. Pulling himself back a bit, he flipped your body over with ease, causing you to land on your back as he moved back in between your legs, spreading them open while his hands were squeezing the inside of your thighs.

"Mmm," he said, his eyes glistening as he stared shamelessly at your heat, "such a pretty pink pussy you have baby." His gravely voice and the words he was saying while his eyes were fixated on your most intimate part made your entire body flush as you felt all the heat suddenly rise to your face again. "Fuck."

You wanted to try and hide yourself, or close your legs because of how exposed you felt, but his grip wouldn't let you. While the way he was gripping and squeezing your legs while holding them down was bruising, the feeling of pain was mixing with the adrenaline and the pleasure all at once; making your brain a fuzzy mess once again, incapable of any coherent thought that wasn't centered around the seductive man in between your legs.

Then, he placed a lingering kiss on your clit, and sucked ever so slightly; Something you've never felt before.

You couldn't help but let out the high pitched scream that followed, and almost immediately went to cover your mouth in embarrassment. "S-sorr-" but you were cut off by your own screams again when he continued sucking, your hands grabbing fistfuls of sheets at your side. The feeling he was giving you sending shockwaves through your body, making your legs jump around and shake in his grasp.

It wasn't hard for him to hold you in place, but seeing the effect he was having on you by doing something so simple definitely inflated his ego. "No need to be sorry babe." He drawled out, a smirk plastered across his lips that were shining with a mixture of spit and your juices. "Sure are a loud one though, huh?" One of his hands met his mouth on your pussy, gently running his fingers along the slippery folds while he continued to suck and kiss your clit.

All you could do was try and let out a hum of approval, throwing your head back onto the soft pillow and getting lost in the feeling he was giving you. Usually whenever Shoto, or any of your other hookups for that matter, tried to eat you out, it wasn't exactly bad, but it wasn't that great either. You always thought that maybe, it just wasn't your thing; Maybe you just didn't like it.

But the way Dabis skilled tongue kissed and sucked while his fingers slid teasingly across your pussy, made you see stars. You were sure that you were screaming the loudest you ever had, and anything that you tried to say just came out as a mumble that ended with a high pitch moan. Also, you noticed secondarily, a lazy smile had painted itself across your face as you embraced the euphoric feeling.

Every time his lips closed around your bundle of nerves you could feel yourself pulse and clench, the needy feeling in your core growing more and more with each movement he made. A whine escaped you alongside all your moans and yelps, and you wiggled your hips under his grip, trying to satisfy your body's need for something deeper.

Dabi laughed, an almost incredulous look on his face as he continued to play with your pussy and watch you fall apart in his hands and beg him for more. He knew he was going to be able to seduce you into this eventually, that much was a given; especially if you already had a thing for Todoroki men.

But, what he hadn't expected, was how much of an effect you were having on him.

He typically never let himself become attached to his conquests. They weren't worth more than a few fleeting hours of his time before he was done with them. Yet, every sound that you made and the way your body felt so small and frail as you wriggled around in his grasp made his cold heart swell, and he really liked the way it made him feel. It was incredible to him how you could be so innocent, so vulnerable and helpless, and yet, still so seductive and so sexy at the same time. Your body responded so fervently to his every touch and the look in your eyes mesmerized him. Seeing you with your head thrown back on his pillow, and that dazed expression on your face, awakened something animalistic inside him.

It made him want to go harder, and be rougher. When you had gotten here, you were so apprehensive; fighting his every word and pretending like you were just an innocent little hero in distress, worried about her boyfriend back at school. Dabi grit his teeth at the thought, a scowl forming on his lips briefly.

He should be the only thing on your mind right now.

He pulled back enough to land a small slap against your swollen clit, making you to cry out in pain suddenly, much to his amusement.

When your head snapped up, you met his eyes, and felt a shiver go down your spine when you looked into them.

"You like it when I kiss your pussy baby?" He asked, now feeling his pants become uncomfortably tight as he stared back at you. Rubbing his thumb in circles on your clit quickly, he never took his eyes off your face as you threw your head back once more. Your eyes were glued shut as you continued to scream and gasp at his every movement, though you definitely made sure to nod your head fervently at his question, making him smile. "Such a good little whore for me." Planting another sloppy kiss against your clit, he dragged his tongue languidly along your folds before teasing you with it around your hole. The way he felt you pulse each and every time he licked and prodded, caused his own lust to begin bubbling up to an uncomfortable level.

It was time to start getting you ready.

Running his index and middle fingers across your sopping wet entrance, he made sure they were properly lubed up before pushing one in, making you gasp. He couldn't believe you were so tight, especially just around his one finger. "My little brother isn't taking care of your pretty pussy, is he?"

Him casually referencing Todoroki, for just a moment, did send a small pang of guilt through your exhausted heart and mind; But then, another part, your most deviant part which had really only begun to find its voice tonight, made you realize:

You were about to fuck Todorokis brother. His insanely hot, powerful, villainous older brother, who was clearly more skilled in physical intimacy than anyone you had ever been with before. And no matter what type of person you may be because of it, the thought of that only turned you on even more. 

His words caused you to flush deeper, if that was even possible, and you pulled your head back up to look at him. Not able to muster up any words, you shook your head slightly; a mixture of embarrassment, lust, and guilt washing over you in waves as you tried to think about your situation.

But still, you could tell. You knew from the moment you laid your eyes on him.

He was definitely the type of guy you were looking for. The one that you dreamt about late at night, hoping that he'd find you somehow one day and help alleviate the ache you have felt so deep inside yourself for so long.

There was no doubt in your mind that Dabi was more than capable, and probably make it even better than you ever could have imagined. You needed this; you just had to throw your pride away, and ask him for it.

"Can you?" Was all you were able to say, your voice barely above a whisper as you spread your legs open more, inviting him deeper as he slid his finger in and out of you at a delicious pace. He released another low chuckle in response and suddenly, you felt him add another finger; and then one more again, without waiting even a second for you to adjust, the stinging sensation mingling with immense pleasure as he stretched you open wide.

The satisfied cry that filled the room caused him to smile down at you deviously. "Can I what, doll?" He drawled out condescendingly.

I knew it.

He was going to make you beg for it, just like he said he would. In no shape to even attempt to preserve whatever shred of pride you had left, you almost immediately gave in."P-please Dabi." Your voice was small, and sensual, and you made sure to look up at him with the biggest doe-eyed look you could muster; But, even after you asked him, he suddenly stopped the movements of his hand, and pulled it out; his teasing fingers lingering just ever so lightly over your skin, leaving you with an even worse ache, and making you take a deep, shaky breath before continuing your groveling. Obviously, he wanted to really see you beg, as if you hadn't been humiliated enough tonight already. "Please, Dabi! I-I want you to keep playing with my pussy, please." It wasn't as hard to find the words as you thought; Turns out the thought of having to beg for his touch did turn you on.

Genuinely distressed, your voice carried the tone of someone truly desperate, satisfying Dabi enough to finally push his fingers back inside you with such enjoyable force you sighed in relief at the feeling of being filled by him again.

"Good girl." He cooed, watching your face twist and smile and gasp with pleasure as he pushed his fingers in and out of your tight cunt. Slightly curling them when he was in past the second knuckle, his eyes were glued to your face, feeling like he was hypnotized by the sight of you; Your lips were parted lazily in an 'o' shape while your hands gripped the sheets of his bed so tightly your knuckles were white, screaming and moaning for him, all because of the way he was able to make you feel with just a few fingers.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Dabis head, causing a devious smile to form on his lips once more as he reached onto the nightstand to grab his phone. At the same time, he continued to work his fingers at a steady place along your folds, occasionally rubbing circles against your small bud, while pulling up the camera app on his phone with the other hand.

He clicked the camera on, the flash so bright you could see it behind your closed eyelids and it caught your attention slightly, but it wasn't enough to make you really react at first.

"Such a pretty little slut, spreading your legs for me." Dabis low voice rang through your ears, finally making you open your eyes and look up to see that he was recording you. The lewd sound his fingers were making as he worked your clit echoed loudly through the room, drawing your attention down to look with an appreciative sigh. Moving the camera between your cunt and your face, he asked "You like watching me play with your pussy baby?" And though you couldn't see him behind the flash, you could practically hear the smirk behind his words.

Normally, you wouldn't ever let yourself be recorded like this; but tonight was different. Tonight, there were no rules. Besides, what was he really gonna do with it, anyways?

Looking up at him, and then into the camera lens directly with the most sensual, doe-eyed look you could muster your nodded your head obediently, a chorus of moans falling from your lips as he continued working you with his fingers. He snickered, moving the camera over your exposed body, and down in between your legs, that were spread wide open for him as he worked your cunt.

Suddenly, he put the phone on the bed beside you, removed his hand and started to get up, earning a whine of protest from you, making him laugh again. "So needy." He sneered.

Dabi was quick to grab your legs, and yank your body down to meet where he was standing on the edge of the bed, his throbbing erection catching your eye as you watched him position the swollen tip at your entrance. Seeing his impressive length and girth in comparison to yourself, almost made you a bit nervous; but not nearly as much as it excited you.

You all but screamed out in suspense, waiting for him to finally push inside and stretch you out like you so desperately needed him to; But just as you felt the pleasant sting of his swollen tip pushing inside, he moved it purposefully so it slipped out, and the pathetic, needy little whimper you let out because of it, made the smirk on his face grow even more.

Without completely pushing it in, he rubbed his slippery cock head along your folds, this time making sure to coat it even more in your arousal while once again teasing your weeping hole despicably by just slipping the tip in, ever so slightly, before moving it back out, up, and down again; The anticipation and desire building in your body had you in tears, your head thrown back and eyes shut once more as you called out variations of his name and 'please' mixed with high pitched squeals that escaped every time he almost entered you. You were in such agony that you hadn't even noticed he pulled the camera back out.

As Dabi held the phone above where he was teasing you, he was beaming down with admiration as the flash caused your drenched pussy to glisten and shine while he ran his cock along your folds. The wet, squelching noises that filled the room coupled with the pornographic moans and gasps and pleas you were making, crying and begging for his cock, was almost too much to handle; He had to fuck that tight little cunt of yours, or he felt like he might explode. But, just as he was about to give in, and finally shove his cock inside you, he heard you cry out.

"Daddy," you finally managed to moan out, your voice sultry and dripping with desperation, "daddy please, stop teasing me!" Reaching your hands down to spread your lips open wider for him, you opened your eyes back up to stare up at him, cheeks stained with tears of frustration. At this point, you didn't even care about the camera, looking directly into the lens when he shined the light in your face. "I need your cock inside me Dabi, please." Behind the bright light of the flash, you could see the way he was looking at you, his eyes hungry and mouth slightly agape while he watched you rub slow circles against your clit with one hand while you held the lips back with the other.

In response, Dabis free hand immediately wrapped around your neck, your eyes fluttering closed as he restricted your airflow and positioned himself at your entrance. He began to push himself in agonizingly slowly, and when you felt the pleasant burn and stretch of him filling you up, you don't think had never felt so euphoric. Your mind started going blank and as you mumbled out a chorus of jumbled "thankyous" and moans, he made sure to point the camera at your face once more, making sure to capture the exact moment he violated you, and the look on your pretty little face in the moment he claimed you as his own, before tossing it aside.

"Fuck." He breathed, shutting his eyes for a moment as he bottomed out, trying to focus. The way your warm gummy walls squeezed and clenched around his throbbing cock made him feel beyond elated. "You are so fucking tight baby girl."If he wasn't concentrating, he would've totally painted the inside of your womb by now. Beginning to move himself in, and out, his hands moved to grip onto your hips tightly, pulling you into his thrusts with extra force that had you seeing stars. "Perfect. Fucking. Pussy." Each word he breathed out was accentuated with a harder thrust than the last, his teeth gritting as he felt himself loose control.

You were absolutely cock drunk, unable to form any kind of coherent though or sentence, high pitched moans and squeaks escaping you every time you felt him slam into you. Opening your eyes just enough to see the expression on his face, your hands made their way to his body; One hand steadying itself on his impossibly chiseled torso, and the other around the bicep that was currently choking you out, giving a squeeze of appreciation as he continued to hammer into you.

His eyes locked with yours, and the way his pupils seemed to be blown out caused his lecherous gaze to appear even darker.

"Such a fucking mess for mess for me already, aren't we?" He leered, his fingers clutching your neck just a bit tighter. Leaning his face down closer to yours, your noses were centimeters away as he continued fucking you with a hard and steady rhythm while you stared into his blue eyes with adoration. "You love being fucked like a helpless little doll, don't you?" His voice was coarse and breathy, making you melt for him even more, if that was even possible.

"Ye-yes da-daddy-y." You moaned out weakly, not being able to steady the cadence of your voice against the impact of his thrusts while your eyes unfocused. A slight shift of his hips and suddenly, he was pounding into you so deep, you were positive you could feel him in your stomach. Sure enough, once you glanced down at your abdomen, you saw the not-so-faint outline of his dick popping up every time he filled you up completely. Your eyes went wide as you admired the sight, "wow."

Dabi watched you intently, pride swelling inside him watching you realize what you were seeing. Positioning himself up again a bit, he released your neck and grabbed your hand, placing it over where the bulge was appearing. "You feel that babygirl?" He asked, his smile growing wider as he watched you nod obediently at his question, while pursing your lips and letting out the most delicious whining noise he had ever heard a woman make. Involuntarily releasing a moan after that himself, he felt his release steadily building up.

He grabbed your hip with his free hand while still securing your other one down, and thrusted up into you, making you scream out in pleasure as he continued to hold your position, another lazy smile taking over your lips as you felt the pleasant burn and sting of his impossible length filling you up past the brim.

Quickly grabbing his discarded phone, he pressed record and watched the flash illuminate your features once more. His other hand pressed down harder on yours, making you feel where his cock head was poking out as he asked, "Want me fill you up, baby?" Focusing the shot on your pleading expression and nodding head, he let out one more satisfactory chuckle, "Want me to breed you like a good little whore?"

"Yes!" You screamed impatiently, "Please Dabi!" Tears were falling in steady streams down your cheeks from the force of taking his thrusts, and shutting your eyes so tightly. "Please cum inside me daddy, please.” Crying out, your voice pleaded for him so sincerely as you begged, “I wanna feel it dripping from my pussy so bad." The way his movements began to get harder, and more sporadic, you knew he was about to give in; and your heart was beating so fast you felt like it might explode. “I want it so bad.”

He threw the phone to the side once more, and began to pick up his pace, your words egging his animalistic side on to an uncontrollable degree. "Fuck." He breathed out, cursing himself for having to bust so soon when he waited so long to get you into his hands; no matter, though. There'll be plenty more days like this where this came from. "M'gonna cum." Dabi mumbled out in a rush, his hand finding its way tightly around your neck.

His mumbles and groans were music to your ears, and you had to force your eyes open upon hearing them, wanting to see his expression when he finally released into you. You squeezed your cunt around him as hard as you could, and felt as the weight of his torso distributed against your own as he tucked his face into your neck, a deep groan emanating from his chest as he pushed himself into you as hard as he could.

At the last moment, he grabbed your thighs, pulling them in and pushing them back a bit with the weight of his body while he felt himself finally release inside you; his hot cum coating your insides while you cried out in unison with him, the way he was folding you under him making you feel stretched and filled to the brim.

Your arms wrapped themselves tenderly around his neck, your fingers finding their way up through his messy locks while he rode out the wave of his orgasm, giving delicious low moans and sloppy kisses to your neck, his hot breath across your neck sending shivers down your spine. Burring your head into his hair and closing your eyes, you held his body close, relishing in the feeling of holding him so close; being so intimate.

After a few moments, you felt the full weight of his body rest down onto you, before he pushed himself off and to the side. Pulling you into a tight embrace, he pulled your body flush against his in the bed, securing your butt tightly against his crotch with his hand while rested his head on top of yours; and it wasn’t until that moment, that you truly realized the height difference between you and him. He was massive.

His lips planted a slow, loud kiss on the top of your head as one of his hands lazily reached for his phone around the bed, and you shifted to turn around. Stealing a quick glance up at him, you appreciated the way his handsome and striking features seemed to be softened by the calm expression that settled on his face after his release. Seeing him like that made you smile, and you felt comfortable as you tucked your head into his chest, closing your eyes, releasing a sigh and pulling one of the blankets he had strewn around his bed to cover your bodies.

While you fell into a deep, comfortable sleep tucked into his chest, one of his hands ran itself soothingly through your hair, and he occasionally planted a small, soft kiss against the top of your head while whispering praises in your ear. What you didn’t notice, however, was him grabbing a second phone with his free hand, that you didn’t happen to realize, was on the bedside table beside his.

He slid his finger over the screen, surprised that you didn’t even bother locking your phone with a passcode, but eternally grateful for how easy you were making achieving his little scheme go along. Clicking through the screens and apps until he found your contacts book, he didn’t have to scroll through the list for long until his eyes landed on the name he was looking for.

A wicked smile painted itself across his lips as he shared the contact to his phone, placing yours back on the beside table beside him before opening up the messages on his phone. He saved the shared contact, and began to compose a message.

Attaching the video files and pictures he had taken of you falling apart on his cock, Dabi debated whether or not to just send the attachments with no context, before deciding to include a short line of text in his message that read:

She sure was a fun time.

And then, after hitting send, he finally discarded his phone and laid down, closing his eyes with contentment washing over him as he held his new pet in his arms; sleeping so peacefully, with his cum still dripping down your legs.

The last thought in Dabis mind before he finally drifted off himself, was that he was going to have to fuck you a few more times for good measure once you woke up, just to make absolutely sure you were bred properly; But he’ll let you rest for now, you were such a good girl for him after all.

A/N: omfg yall i finally did it ;) it took me literally a month, I hope it was a good read. I’m kind of obsessed with the concept of dabi stealing away Todorokis girl srry the oc ended up being a pos questionable character lMAO

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[m3l0man14c]

a little story art!

(Grace belongs to my friends rina ♡)

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[daisydaphne]

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 - 𝓓𝓪𝓫𝓲 𝔁 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Summary: Dabi is sick as fuck and you help him.

Warning: fever, sickness.

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Dabi once a month has this fever thing where he can’t even talk. The temperature of his body caused a high fever that paralyzes him for one whole day. Usually, he tries to avoid human contact, but he doesn’t have a place to go.

Now he’s at your front door, feeling down and helpless. And there you are, with your new extravagant pjs that he loves to undress.

“‘M sorry, but I can’t go to my building and this shitty fever is killing me” Dabi knows that he’s more than welcome in your place, but it still feels strange.

You have been dating Dabi for two years, and this is the first time that he actually beg for help.

You knew that it’s a serious shit now.

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You left him in your bed without knowing what to do. I mean, you knew the basic stuff but it wasn’t working very well. It was like he was paralyzed.

You placed a cold washcloth on his forehead, waiting for a miracle but nothing happened. You even tried to touch him but your hand were burned by his skin.

It was the first time that his quirk hurt you. Dabi as a boyfriend was really careful, and knew how to protect you from him.

“Damn quirk you’ve got, honey” you said when you saw your hands and your fingertips burned.

You were getting exhausted, so you started putting dozen of ice on his body. Yeah, he would be mad tomorrow but you didn’t care as long as he get better.

He’d try to disappear from you tomorrow morning. You knew that he didn’t like to be help and how his family affected him. But you didn’t care at all, you’d help Dabi no matter what.

“Common baby, drink some water for me, okay?” You knew that hydration was important in those cases.

Dabi was still in that paralyzed state, but managed to drink some water. Something about your voice calmed him in a surprising way.

He started feeling better at 5:00 am, when you were sleeping next to him, holding the stupid washcloth on his forehead. It was new for him, to be nursed all night, to be loved by someone.

He couldn’t get use to that feeling, maybe he would never get use to.

Dabi couldn’t move at all yet because of the high fever, but he was able to see your sleepy face from his angle.

You had sleepy bags under your eyes and one of your hand was slightly burned. He knew it was because of him.

He knew that everytime you got closer, you got hurt by him. However, the only thing he could do was crying in silence, afraid of losing you one day.

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[yasashii-leaf]

Koji et Minori traînent souvent ensemble

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[doumadono]

Guys!! I'm shedding tears, kicking back in sheer delight, and zipping around with excitement because this mind-blowing sketch unveils Witcher!Bakugo and his enchanting dragon!oc companion Ayame from my little Witcher MHA AU. Major kudos to insanely talented @explosion-island for conjuring this masterpiece 💜 If you haven't already, do yourself a favor and dive into their phenomenal work. Trust me, their skills are on a whole other level! 💜💜💜 (click on the pic for better quality)

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[pixeldemonia]

My girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend

Fem Kats 'cause my sapphic needs were acting up

I love her hair, she reminds me of a lion 🦁

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