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Missed drawing Enji! 

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happy halloween

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I colored the French girl drawing

uncensored version:

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Clan head!Gojo

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Hey can we have a yandere sea creature for mer may? I like the idea of dolphins because they're just down right menaces. Funny enough, anything yandere or evil you write weight end up being Canon 😭 yandere dolphin x reader? Or even orcas. They fr cool as hell apex predators. Dolphins are just evil tho. Back street boys if they were criminals. Poor little reader going out diving and gets separated from the group and comes along a pod of dolphins! Surely they'll help them get back to shore...

How mad would you be if I made this fic about my OC Kaleb White? This fic has actually been living rent-free in my head since I remembered it was MerMay, so thanks for giving me an excuse to sit down and write it!

Its been like three years since this ask was dropped in my box and I have been chipping slowly away at it until now. Its done.

Subject: OC, Dr. Kaleb White

Title: Trust Exercise

Trigger Warning: Bisexual, Dub/Non con, breeding, ovipositor, voyeurism, egg laying (implied), aphrodisiac, nonconsensual drug use, biting, kissing

You panted, gasping for breath as you couldn't take it any-fucking-more. This mountain was fucking your ass--and not in a fun way.

For your anniversary this year, Kaleb had suggested that the two of you hike to the lake at the top of Mt. Temperance. Apparently, it had a stunning view and an even more gorgeous waterfall. That would have been enough to excite you, except Kaleb had insisted on going at night.

"An evening picnic alone will do us good, don't you think?" He'd asked with a mischievous smirk.

At the time, getting dicked down in the mountains had been a sexy idea. Now, you just wanted to sit down and take a nap.

"Almost there, babe," Kaleb said. He seemed awfully excited, odd for a guy who only went outside to buy snacks. Actually, now that you thought about it, it was weird he wanted to go hiking at all. He hated the outdoors. Maybe it was to make you happy? But you didn't like being outside much either...

You groaned but pressed on, following him as the sun left its final orange glaze across the world between tall green pines and into a clearing. The sight was breathtaking. Sparkling water lapped in a shallow pool that was fed by a tall waterfall. The trees had managed to block the sound, but now that you were close, its rhythmic rush was soothing.

There must have been unground tunnels that took on the excess water that ran through the mountain. Probably to the ocean or another lake. Amazing.

You breathed in fresh mountain air and thought maybe it had been worth it to hike all this way.

Kaleb wasted no time, throwing out a picnic blanket and laying out the food he'd packed. Jack in the Box and gas station wine. Well, it would fill your stomach. You hadn't expected him to bring anything too fancy since you were both still students--even being geniuses on scholarships couldn't fix that.

Kaleb poured you both wine and set your food in front of you. He'd only gotten a salad for himself. He was so weird about eating.

You clinked your wine glass with his and drained it. You talked while you ate, Kaleb staring behind you at the waterfall as you did. It was beautiful, so you couldn't blame him for not really paying attention.

He lit a few lanterns and brought them to the lake's edge. Odd. It was hard to see with them so far away.

Before you could ask what he was doing, a head emerged from the lake. Silently, a violet dorsal fin cut through the water, approaching the lanterns. Then, a large, pale white face rose to get a better look. Scales bristled along the creature's cheeks, changing to a softer pink around its throat where its gills were frilled violet like the dorsal fin on its head like a mohak.

It took you a second to understand what you were looking at.

"A mermaid...?" You whispered.

Kaleb turned around, excitement naked on his face. "Yes! This is why I brought you here. I've been following the theoretical research of our professor and it clicked that this is where we could find one. Can you imagine the grants we could get if we brought back proof of real, living mermaids?"

Yes it was amazing but he didn't even want to show you the mermaids for your anniversary, he wanted to show them off... for school... It dampened any excitement you had for finding them.

"Come here," Kaleb called. "Don't you want to go swimming?"

"With mermaids who famously drown people?" Despite what you said, you approached the edge of the lake.

Up close the mermaid had big, black eyes, almost like a water droplet that was ready to burst. Sharp teeth poked out behind thin lips, its body effeminate in the clear water. It had long, strong shoulders for swimming and a sleek, almost eel-like tail save for the sharp shark fins that poked out at the end.

"She won't hurt you," Kaleb said. "In fact, I think she's been waiting to meet you."

She. Now your curiosity was peaked. But still... "I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"I've seen you naked plenty of times, babe. Just get in, I won't let anything hurt you."

"You and that salad?" You asked. He chuckled but didn't explain just how he and his thin frame would keep you safe. You were a genius and it was that very inherent desire to learn that made it impossible to stop and think about exactly what Kaleb wanted. Worse, you'd learn nothing by waiting. You stripped down to your birthday suit and put a foot in the water.

The mermaid darted back, watching you carefully.

Slowly you entered, watching her and glancing at Kaleb who couldn't stop smiling. Once you were up to your shoulders, the mermaid darted forward, her big black eyes taking you in, memorizing your body. Her long, webbed fingers rose from the water and cupped your face, staring at you like you were a wonder of god, a rare creature she'd never seen before. She was looking at you the same way you looked at her.

Cold, wet hands explored your body, memorizing the shape of your curves. You couldn't take your eyes off her webbed fingers, the tiny claws at the end, just as entranced with her as she was with you.

The warm light from the lanterns and dying sun washed the mermaid in shades of orange, lighting up the pink scales on her face, throat, and chest. She looked, no she was, a fairy tale come to life.

The mermaid stared at you and then leaned in, her thin mouth pressing against yours. You could feel her fangs, the cold blood in her veins, and a hesitant desire flaring to life. Not wanting to scare her off, you let her lead.

Her hands settled on your hips, her tail snaking between your knees, up your thighs and--

You gasped, feeling something hard press into your inner thigh. You tried to pull back to see but her grip on you was firm, pinning you back against the edge of the pond.

A nervous energy coiled in your belly. Something told you everything was going according to Kaleb's plan.

It wasn't unusual for Kaleb to use your body for his research, especially without warning, but this was new for him. To drag you so far out and have you open yourself to what was essentially a cryptid just wasn't like him. No recording equipment either, just his eyes greedily drinking the two of you in.

That firm, long thing between your legs kept rubbing at your core, teasing presses that left you anxious and breathless. What was it? A cock? It felt like one except for the head, which was a little sharper than you expected. All the while the mermaid kept up her salacious kisses, a soft yet soothing sound emanating from her chest.

You wanted to stop and look at it, to understand if the mermaid mimicked human physiology to attract a mate or prey but you knew if you pulled away too firmly she'd return to the depths in which she'd come.

She spread your legs a little wider and then it was in.

The mermaid buried her pseudo-cock to the hilt in one swift movement. She let go of your hips to cup your face, finally breaking the kiss. You panted for breath, overwhelmed with sensation and exploration. She seemed to smile at you, those pearl-white fangs shining right before she sank them into your shoulder.

You screamed, thrashing until heat exploded into your veins. Every muscle in your body relaxed, your head going fuzzy. The mermaid laid you back and there was that almost smile again, just like the Mona Lisa's.

The lanterns flickered at the edges of your vision, small suns whose only purpose was to illuminate this stunning creature on top of you.

With one clawed finger she rolled your clit, thrusting gently into your cunt which was much wetter than you remembered it being. A few kisses and teases shouldn't have been enough to drench you. It must have been something in that venom she injected you with. A muscle relaxant combined with an aphrodisiac maybe?

You relaxed into her touch, a low moan building in your chest. Your hips bucked into her hand of their own accord, the walls of your cunt squeezing her pseudo-cock. Pleasure pooled in your core and just as climax was ready to crash, pain burst inside of you.

You screamed, tried to move to push the mermaid off but your limbs moved like they were in a dream, slow and heavy, barely responding to your panic. You whimpered for Kaleb. He didn't respond.

The mermaid silenced your screams with a kiss, still rolling your clit as you finally realized what that pain was. The sharp end of her pseudo-cock had latched onto your cervix, opening it enough to start squeezing through marble sized orbs. Eggs. She was laying eggs inside of you.

In the back of your mind you noted the function of her cock was the same as sharks with two penile heads.

After what felt like an hour, your body slick with sweat, the mermaid finished. She nuzzled your face and nipped at your cheeks, offering praise the only way she knew how. Your eyes were puffy and hot, stinging with unshed salt.

The mermaid left you then, your form still prone and panting. You weren't sure if you'd ever move again. Your core was heavy with her eggs and you weren't even sure exactly what you were going to do about that situation.

When you felt ready to sit up, a cold hand placed itself on your inner thigh. You sat up a little, still a little hot, a little numb, expecting to see the mermaid, come again to check on her eggs or shoot in more. You were half right. It was a mermaid but not the mermaid who'd laid her eggs. This was male. Twice the female's size with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Identical in the dark to light coloring of his scales, though his dark ones were a navy blue. He tilted his head at you.

You called for Kaleb again he had the gall to shush you.

You tried to wriggle away but your body was still heavy and his hand was strong. He spread your legs wide open and sank the head of his cock inside of you. He was much bigger than his female counterpart.

Your muscles burst open around him, his cock slick with its own lubricant. It felt so big, taking up all the space inside you until the head was snug against your bruised cervix. You were almost grateful that it was soft. Far plusher than a human's, too.

The male rocked into you, the frilled gills along his throat standing at attention. A low, almost chuffing-like sound burst from his gills with each thrust. One hand remained on your thigh to keep your legs open, the other on your abused clit.

His claws were sharper and yet more delicate, giving you ghostly light touches that had your whole body convulsing. Or maybe that was the drug the female had given you? You couldn't seem to make anything make sense in your head, too many sensations mixing in your body.

The male's pace increased, that low chuff closer to a growl. His grip on your thigh tightened, the smooth ridges along his nose wrinkling as he approached his end.

Unprompted Kaleb finally spoke, "Be good for him, baby, cum on his cock."

If you were a little more sober, you might have yelled at him. Unfortunately, you were closer than you'd like to be.

Between two webbed fingers he pinched your clit, rolling it more roughly than he'd done before. The mermaid pressed his face to yours, nuzzling your soft cheek with the sharp ridges along his cheekbones. That extra, small stimulation was all you needed. A slow, long orgasm pulled at you, rocking through you with dizzying heat. You whimpered into the side of his mouth, toes curling, squeezing your eyes so tight stars burst.

Heat suddenly pooled in your core, a sharp contrast from your cold blooded lover. He pistoned his cum deeper, gentle and slow before removing himself with a wet pop.

Sweat dried on your skin, your body cold.

The mermaid nuzzled you one last time and vanished into the water.

Kaleb came to your side then, wrapping you in a towel you didn't remember him bringing. "You're such a good girl," he praised, petting your hair as he pulled you into his lap. He was so warm. You closed your eyes, exhausted, and let him soothe you even though this was all his fault. You barely even noticed that he closed your legs tightly to keep any cum from dripping.

"You took all of that so well. This couple has been waiting for years for someone like you to come visit." In the back of your mind you processed the confidence in which Kaleb said this. "They need an incubator to hold their eggs for a little bit. We'll come back to the pond when they're ready to lay."

You nodded along even as your consciousness turned to mush. Kaleb liked what you understood him, even if you were faking.

Kaleb kissed your temple. "I'm so glad this went so well." Then he presented you with what was left of your picnic. "Hungry?"

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Quick fic I've been working on. Don't when I started it, but thought I'd finish it since I'm procrastinating on finishing my novel.

I might write another Toji fic soon(ish) because I want to put that man in a maid dress.

Subject: JJK, Toji Fushiguro

Title: Retribution From a Thief (Big Titty! FemReader)

Trigger Warning: Stealing, paizuru/boobjob, dub con, choking, sexual coercion, public, size difference, grinding, humping, masturbation (mentioned) 

Calling yourself a thief was an insult to your craft. You finessed with featherlight touches or well-timed distractions, you slid your hands into deep pockets to strike gold or plucked wallets from idiots with half a brain. Your living was an art and by the time those lucky enough to witness your work noticed, you were well on your way. 

Which is why it was so surprising when the owner of the last wallet you’d taken had suddenly backed you into an alley, your back against exposed brick. 

All you could do was stare at the massive silhouette trapping you, the sheer size of him practically dwarfed you. And seeing that face, you knew it matched the ID in the wallet you’d snatched. Toji Fushiguro. Shit. 

“Don’t appreciate having my cash snatched, doll,” he growled. 

“I’ll give it back,” you said immediately. You’d never been caught before but that seemed like the right thing to do. 

Toji grinned. “You think that’ll be enough to placate me? C’mon, my time is valuable. I think you owe me a little more than that.” One, big hand was suddenly on your hip, the calloused tip of his thick fingers slipping under your shirt. “You know, doll, your tits are huge. Kinda gotta wonder what else you do for money.” Slowly, that same hand, cold as ice migrated past the dip of your belly button, across the lower expanse of your ribs, and suddenly between the heat of your breasts. 

You sucked in a shaky breath, the coolness of his forearm on your hot skin making gooseflesh rise. All you could do was stare, waiting for him to grab or pinch the delicate skin of your breasts, but Toji did neither. 

His huge hand latched onto your throat, crushing you against the wall. “Ya got until you pass out to show me how you’d use those stupid big tits to get me off.” Toji’s smile was feral and cruel, the dip of his scar accentuated by the folds of his mouth. His big, thick body pressed into yours, keeping you trapped as if his hand wasn’t enough. 

You gasped for breath, but nothing came through, your chest struggling to expand around the thick girth of Toji’s forearm. Pressure built in your skull, beating against your temples. You kicked out, but could barely move with Toji’s legs tangled between yours. His muscles were taut, veins bulging. You weren’t getting out of this without doing what he wanted.

Slowly, you moved your hands to cup your own breasts, moving your soft heat to fully envelop Toji’s arm. Up and down the girth of his muscular arm, feeling every protruding vein between the sensitive skin of your tits.

Impatiently, Toji sucked his teeth. “C’mon, doll, I need a little more than that. I want to feel the passion you’d give every inch of my cock.” Those dark, mean eyes zeroed in on the space where his arm emerged from your cleavage, expectant. “I'll help you out a bit.” And then he spat on your tit, splashing it landing on his own arm. 

If you could breathe, you would have cussed him out. “Fucker,” you wheezed out. It wasn't like you were getting anymore oxygen from the air trapped in your lungs. 

He chuckled but didn't make a move to release you. 

Left with no choice, you crushed your breasts against his arm so hard it nearly hurt. The spit he'd so graciously “gifted” you left a lukewarm smear on yours and his skin. If they made him uncomfortable, he didn't show it, just watched. 

Frankly you didn't understand why men were so obsessed with getting their dicks rubbed by boobs. There were so many better things to do with them. 

Still you obeyed, rubbing up and down, pressing into the bulge of muscle on his arms, tracing each vein, until you could feel Toji let out a deep satisfied groan. He pushed his arm harder against your sternum, head lowering like his eyelids, half-lidded with desire. 

“There we go, doll. Just like that.” 

You wished you could bite him. 

His hand pressed harder against your neck and you couldn't help the little noise that came out of you, a gutteral whimper that had Toji bucking his hips against you. In the back of your mind you processed that he was half hard. 

One big hand wrapped under your thigh, spreading your legs fit to himself between them. He let go your throat then and as you gasped for breath, your weight collapsed on his clothes dick, struggling to make acquaintance with your hidden cunt. With his big he was, one of your feet dangled above the ground. You were completely at his mercy, held up by your breasts squashed flat against his abs. 

Toji pushed his cheek into yours, inhaling your scent, a low growl rumbling from his ample chest into yours. “Shouldn't have made that noise, doll. Now I'm actually horny.” He nipped at your throat and you made that noise again before you could push him off. Toji just laughed. 

He pulled back a bit, one hand still under your thigh, the other gripping your ass. “Pull your shirt up. I want to see your fat tits.”

Seeing as you were literally at his mercy, you pulled up your shirt, presenting your full, heavy breasts practically spilling out of your bra. 

Toji licked his lips. 

Before you could process the gleam in his eye, Toji was bucking his hips, grinding his hardening cock into the hollow of your pelvis for fiction, all the while keeping his gaze locked on your bouncing tits. 

Within moments he was hard, bucking furiously into your core. Your clit swelled under his brutal attention, pleasure pounded into you like a punch each time Toji moved. Each movement pumped a grunt out from deep in his chest, scraping the inside of his soft palette on the way to your ear. 

You grabbed his tight, tight, shirt to try and ground yourself or maybe to feel a little more stable because the only reason you were in the ground was his sheer commitment to fucking you through his clothes. Regardless it didn't work because even through the pain your eyes were threatening to roll into the back of your skull. 

All on their own your hips were angling to get a little more pleasure, memorizing the shape of Toji’s thick cock before it vanished and pushed into you all over again. 

This was the kind of immature, needy petting that teenagers did in locker rooms, hiding in plain sight. That’s how you felt now in this alley. Anyone could wander by and get an eyeful of your bouncing breasts, of Toji’s desperate hips, of the fact there was nowhere for either of you to go besides into your cunt. The thought was embarrassing. You’d done lots of stuff for money, who hadn’t? But all of that was behind closed doors. 

If you had a better grip on yourself, you would have pushed Toji off of you. Unfortunately, your clit was taking over your brain, begging for more, more, more. 

Teeth gritted through the rough brush of fabric on your crotch, through pleasure ping ponging around your body, through the sheer embarrassing fact that your feet weren’t touching the ground—you realized you were close. 

You wanted to cum. You were so fucking close. You pulled harder on Toji’s shirt, opening your mouth to beg him to keep going—and then he came. Not you, him. 

Hot fluid bled through his clothes into yours, soaking all the way to your panties so suddenly you snapped back to reality. Forget your clit! This was a dangerous stranger! 

Toji huffed against your neck, his hips stuttering one final time against you before he sagged against the wall. Slowly the ground was under your feet again, your massive chest heaving as you came down from your pleasure high, still aching for more and knowing you weren’t getting it. Not here. 

With Toji finally distracted, so focused on himself and his own needs, you finally had a window to escape. You ducked under his huge, muscular arm, and ran. You didn’t hear him give chase. Probably for the best. You still didn’t stop running though, not until you knew you were safe. 

Once at home, heart racing and clothes wet with Toji’s seed, you did the only thing you could. You finished yourself off and promised never to think about him again, even as you remembered exactly how his huge hands felt around your throat.

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ngl but everyday i think about your yandere space series and how amazing it is. the concept itself is just genius and mind-blowing

Thank you!! I'm glad so many people have enjoyed the series, especially those of you who've had the patience to wait for updates.

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hey there. love yanderspace but i also noticed the lack of likes, reblogs and comments. while it's hard to achieve them, i alsothink you can add more tags that usually work right for yandere writers: tw: yandere; yandere x reader; tw: kidnapping; yandere bakugo; yandere bnha/mha/my hero academia; ...

I can try adding more tags but honestly, my numbers have been deplorably bad for a long while now. It's was a demotivater when I was writing a lot more cuz I assume quality had gone down, then I moved onto larger pieces to ensure quality but I was gone so long that I think people either forgot or unfollowed assuming my blog was dead.

It could also be related to Tumblr being anti-porn and hiding my post notifs or my writing in general tags, etc. I know some of my works from 2024 broken the double digit note lock and got to triple (Gojussy for the win). But yeah at this point if I want numbers I look at my AO3 instead.

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Y/n the night before: I'm getting fucked 😉😎

Y/n the morning after: Im so fucked 💀😭

Me reading this in bed rn

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Hi counting anon here

177 days was last ao3 fic

600 days was last yanderespace update

(for those who are confused)

Also i just read the chap and was surprised that katsuki and i did the same thing (clicked/came too early lol)

Is this what the kids refer to as "doing numbers"?

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wdym half a year? Last time u updated was march 2023 (unless there was a shadow update)

Wait counting anon said it was 177 days ago and there's 365 days in a year, but factoring in that I'm bad at math...

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Sound the bells we finally getting fed tomorow after

Dinner is served.

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After half a year, I finally present the next installment of YandereSpace! Hope y'all enjoy it, I've know exactly what I wanted this chapter to contain since I started the series and its pretty nice to get it all down in exactly eleven pages. We'll see how long it takes me to write the next installment, though. I've been wanting to write more Toji. Also for those of you wanting me to write a sexual sex scene, your wishes are GRANTED in this chapter.

Subject: BNHA, Bakugo Katsuki

Title: YandereSpace Chp. 5 (fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Consent!, Kissing, Alcohol, Belly Bulge, Public, Grinding, Size Difference (implied), Fem Dom/Domination Loss, Fingering, Obsessive & Possessive Behavior, Kidnapping, Power Imbalance is thought about but not used 

All over the world people had made claims of angels, how sunlight gave them halos of gold so beautiful they fell to their knees and cried. Other claimed strangers helped them out of emergencies then vanished into thin air. These people were stunned and shocked by their experiences, forever changed. 

And yet Bakugo knew none of them could compete with him in this moment. In your divine presence, his whole body was on fire, eyes wide as to ensure every cell of his iris could have the privilege of taking you in. 

His face heated and Bakugo was grateful he had the alcohol as an excuse for why his face was suddenly turning red at seeing his fan, at least that's how it would look from the outside. You had no idea you were his soulmate, that you belonged to him.

Guilt struck him like lightning because he'd just been balls deep in Deku’s girl. He could still smell his sweat, burnt caramel and just a hint of sex. Running out of the hotel room had meant he'd barely paid himself the attention necessary to make sure he was actually clean.

For the first time in his life, Bakugo wished you would leave. He was shameful and disgusting, a slave to his passion for you. You deserved better than to see him in this sorry state, a third of the way through a bottle of vodka with beer on his breath. 

If he were a good man, he'd apologize, get on his knees and beg you to forgive his indiscretion even if you caused it. He was a goddamn pro hero, he should be stronger than this. He was just a man and he knew the awful, terrible things men did every day. 

Something must have changed in his face because you suddenly took a step back. “Sorry,” you said in that sweet voice of yours, “am I bothering you?” 

His whole body turned towards you like a flower seeking sunlight. Of course, you weren't bothering him! At his side was where you belonged, even if he hadn't earned you there yet. He resisted the urge to reach out to you, to pull you down beside him and bask in your presence. 

But… he could still feel the needy grip of Deku's darling's pussy around his cock and he couldn't hold onto the feeling of wanting to be beside you. You were pure, unlike him. 

So he would give you the choice, to stay and accept him as broken as he was or leave until he changed. Bakugo replied, “Do whatever you want.” His heart beat against his ribcage, the fear of rejection so thick in his blood he was sure it would stop beating altogether. 

You, lovely beautiful angel that you were, sat beside him in the sand. You hadn't changed out of your swimsuit even though the muggy night was broken up by rough ocean winds. Although you had the insight to tie a sarong around your waist. It was the perfect color to compliment your skin. Goosebumps pimpled along your arms and legs, unable to hide the fact that you were clearly cold. Even with humidity as thick as this, night was cold this close to the sea. 

Bakugo took a sip of his drink, never taking his eyes off you. 

Slowly you reached for the bottle of vodka, waiting for him to reprimand you, but what was his was also yours. You poured a shot into one of the extra cups with just a bit of orange juice. “I wanted to say thank you,” you said. “You work so hard to keep our city safe and whenever I run into you, it makes my day so much better. So… yeah, thanks.” You reached your cup out to toast him. 

How could someone as perfect as you exist? Bakugo’s head swam. He wanted to tell you that everything he did was for you, that you were his rock in the chaos of the world. Instead, he grunted and bumped his cup against yours. 

Both of you downed your drinks. 

A comfortable silence descended, only night insects and crashing waves cutting through the air. 

Bakugo didn't want to break it but he had to ask, “What are you doing out here? Didn't think you could afford such a ritzy place with your salary as a… waitress, right?” Technically that wasn't the title but he technically wasn't supposed to be paying attention to what an average citizen did for work. 

You smiled, shy and happy. You were pleased he remembered. “Yeah, I normally couldn't but one of my friends actually won a couples’ package and since we're both single, we decided to just drop everything and come out here. Some of our other friends were able to get a discount with a Groupon and joined us.” Your gaze cut away from him and Bakugo swallowed the urge to demand it back. The reflection of the night sea turned your eyes into mirrors, so full of this little slice of the world that Bakugo instantly wanted to live there. “I'm so happy. Everything has been so rough but being out here and just enjoying myself and seeing you again… it's so perfect.” 

He could almost agree. If Deku wasn't here, it would be perfect. He could ask you to come up to his room to finish your drink where it was warm and you could acclimate to the smell of him, what it felt like to be with him all the time. You'd never want to leave him after that. Maybe he could even get you into one of his shirts. Just imagining it swallowing your smaller frame, practically a dress as if hung just below the curve of your ass...

Bakugo grunted in response. 

Silence tried to fall but you broke it, “Can I ask a weird question?”

“Already did,” he replied, eager to hear more. 

“Sorry,” you said, “I just mean…” You shifted closer to him, the scent of pool chemicals and sunscreen filling his nose, masking the distinct scent of your perfume underneath. “It's… the night is beautiful and romantic, it would be a shame not to enjoy it right? Maybe we could…” 

Oh. Oh. You wanted to kiss him? You were asking to kiss him? Heat rushed to Bakugo's head and it had nothing to do with the alcohol. Not once in the many times he'd imagine the first kiss you'd share had you ever made the first move. 

He drank in your face, the way your cheeks were red from more than just salty wind, the shy-fast darting of your eyes following the same path from his eyes to his lips to his hands, how your own were curling into nervous balls in your lap. 

Something inside himself softened. Immediately he was melting. You were so earnest, afraid of your own wanting. He wanted to give you everything you wanted.

Bakugo scooted a little closer to you, gauging you for fear, for hesitance, for anything that was dishonest but you remained, still nervous and even more determined. “Guess one couldn’t hurt,” he said, his voice so breathless and raw he instantly regretted speaking. 

You seemed to relax a little hearing his true feelings in his voice. And then you were leaning towards him, lips slightly parted. 

Like a storm, Bakugo’s heartbeat roared in his chest, beating so hard his ribs hurt. Suddenly his mouth was dry, body too hot. Blood rushed south and electricity sparked in his core. This felt like a dream, like some kind of trick that when his lips met yours reality would crash back in with the weight of a sledgehammer. 

And when Bakugo tasted the artificial sweetness of your chapstick, his world exploded. This was real. You were kissing him of your volition. You asked him for a kiss to thank you. He’d committed the worst sin against you he could and you had decided to knock out the first milestone in your relationship. 

You leaned into him, pressing your sweet mouth harder against his and Bakugo consumed you. He opened his eyes, watching the nervous flitting of your eyes behind your lids, how your eyelashes trembled and he knew this couldn’t be the sweet peck on the lips you were hoping for. His large hands wrapped around your head, keeping you in place as his mouth opened and his tongue ghosted the seam of your lips. You whimpered and he swallowed it. 

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth and his tongue slipped inside, the thickness of his muscle forcing your teeth apart to let himself deeper in. Every part of your mouth he could reach he tasted, swallowing the taste of sweet liquor on your tongue. 

Your own was just as shy as you, carefully tracing the lines of his straight teeth, the shape of his mouth, and the taste of vodka on his breath. If you asked him to open his mouth to let you feel every part of him with your tongue and fingers he’d do it immediately. Bakugo shuddered at the sensation of your tongue, his pants too tight, body too hot. 

He wanted more. He wanted the press of your skin against his. He wanted—

You broke the kiss to breathe and it took everything for Bakugo to let you, to hold himself back from slamming his mouth back into yours and drinking every breath you exhaled. Instead, Bakugo pulled back, chest heaving, and watched. 

One of your hands had tangled in his shirt, fist tight enough to wrinkle. “Sorry,” you huffed. “Didn’t think it would be so intense.”

Bakugo grunted, anxious to keep going. He signaled as best as he could by putting one large hand on your thigh, his thumb a little too far down to be anything but wanting. 

Your eyes bulged seeing the way his thick, calloused fingers spread over your skin. He took that as encouragement, leaning in to ghost a kiss along your collarbone. “C'mon,” he pushed, “I want to hear more about what a great job I've done as a hero.” 

Feeling you shiver beneath him was electric. Everywhere your bodies made contact became a conductor and all Bakugo could think about was how to get more. 

It was inappropriate, he knew, to push you like this. Anyone viewing this from the outside would see this as coercion. He was a popular hero with a brand to upload, millions of fans nationwide, and enough money to hire a lawyer to sue you for everything you had. But those same people didn’t understand the connection you shared, the fact that you belonged to him. They would only see the worst of him.

For a moment he feared that you might have come across the same thought, that he was pushing you into this. He tried to offer you a little more power, asking, “Would you rather move to your room?” 

Immediately you shook your head, frazzling whatever thoughts you'd been trying to pull together before. “No, I'm sharing a room with my friend. Honeymoon suite.”

Bakugo grunted, waiting for more. 

“I just… I'm a little overwhelmed. It's one thing to kiss my favorite hero to also maybe hook up? I want to. I really do, I just feel like I need…” As if suddenly remembering, you snatched the vodka and took a heroic sip before gagging at the taste. 

Bakugo couldn't help but laugh. You weren’t nervous because he was more powerful than you, you were nervous because you liked him! He loved having this effect on you. He didn't particularly care about being good-looking, though according to his stats his female fan base was dominating his male one, he would rather do good work. Not only did you appreciate that, but you liked his face, too. God, you were so perfect. 

He moved his hand a little higher, letting the edge of his middle finger vanish beneath the hem of your swimsuit. “It's dark,” he said, voice low and full of his want, “and there aren't a lot of people around. I think we can find a spot to fool around in.”

And like a bobblehead, head swinging enthusiastically, you agreed. 

Your hand in his, the two of you abandoned what was left of Bakugo’s pity party and snuck into the shadows the palm trees provided, far away from the guiding lights left to guide tourists back to the hotel. In this moment between a kiss and what could be so much more, Bakugo felt like a teenager sneaking around. In high school, he’d been too focused on being a hero to care about romance. He hadn’t started dating until the end of college when his obsessive and possessive nature was showing its head. The opportunity to be a little dumb, to get into trouble for something other than violence, to lose his first time to impatience rather than careful planning... 

It was a hole he had that he didn’t even realize existed. Not until you came along to fill it. 

His heart swelled. You truly were perfect for him. He needed to be worthy of you. But that could wait for tomorrow when he was sober and you were ready to put yourself on his arm. Right now your futures were tangling into fate, a red string knotted at this very moment. 

Bakugo couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled you down into the grass, already peppering your face with kisses that all tasted of sunscreen and salt and pool cleaner until there was nowhere for his lips to go but on yours. You giggled into the kiss, a little tipsy and a lot excited and Bakugo wanted to bottle that sound, to put in a place he could grow drunk on it, where no one else would ever be able to touch it. 

Your hands were on his neck, cool and soft, tracing the back of his neck where his baby hairs curled from Okinawa’s humidity. Every part of him you made contact with sang, the shape of your desire on his skin like a brand, stark and burning with proof of ownership. 

He pulled you on top of him, back on the grass, one leg at an angle that you settled into perfectly, your core grinding against his muscular thigh. Now he really did wish he was recording this. The other guys on YandereSpace would never believe that you were willingly pleasing yourself on his body, unbroken and free. He already knew you were his destiny but this just confirmed that you were soulmates. Undeniable. He was never letting you go.

The expanse of Bakugo’s shorts shrunk as his cock swelled, just imagining your perfect pussy currently hot and sticky with sweat and sunscreen against his skin. 

One hand grabbed the back of your head to keep the kiss going while the other slipped under your sarong and grabbed the edge of your swim bottoms. Then, he yanked. Not hard enough to hurt or edge, but to bunch the fabric of swimwear under your clit to increase the friction and God did you love it. The sounds you made into his mouth, whimpering and wanting, weak for him and pathetic for more, were so perfect his cock twitched, suddenly so close to cumming he really did feel like a teenager.

You weren’t the only one needing more. Bakugo bit into your kiss-swollen lips, reveling in your squeal of pain, before sucking it into his mouth to soothe. 

You fumbled with his shirt and he broke the kiss to help you take it off him. He shimmied out of his shorts and underwear and suddenly he was ass naked, fully hard, on hotel property. What the tabloids would say about him if they saw him like this? Unfortunately for them, there was only you to admire him in the dark, to take the hard rolls of his abs, perfect pectorals, strong V, trimmed blond pubes, and swollen cock. 

Still hovering over his thigh, your eyes widened raking him in. Your breath seemed to catch in your throat, hands curling into fists against his abdomen. 

Bakugo knew if he didn’t have the best face, he sure had the best body—okay maybe second best next to Kirishima—after all, he’d been featured on pro hero magazines and even been asked about his workout routine by aspiring heroes. His physique was perfect and you clearly appreciated all the work that went into shaping it. And soon you’d learn it was all for you. 

Right now though... Bakugo slipped a hand behind his head, smirking up at you. “Like what you see?”

You exhaled then, only one word on your lips, “Woah.”

He laughed at that. He had to. You were too cute.

“Come here,” he said, his voice nearly a growl with want. 

You obeyed, your lips meeting his, his hands sliding your swim bottoms to the side to soak his cock in your slick. With the taste of booze and artificial orange on his tongue, with the hot slickness of your needy cunt gushing over the head of his cock, with your softness pressed into his hard body—Bakugo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He felt his end coming, building in the base of his spine too damn fast. 

Even relieving himself earlier wasn't enough to keep him from prematurely finishing. Although frankly, this was a punishment he deserved. A little humiliation for his infidelity. 

He wanted to resist you for a moment, to get his head back on his shoulders so you could enter heaven with him, but you were so good. So perfect and soft and warm. 

White snapped in his head, his hips bucking up, cock crushed against your core as he came, the mushroom tip of his cock marking the underside of your ass and your thighs with his spend. 

You squeaked, pulling back to look down. 

Bakugo gasped for breath, his head spinning. He wanted to get back into reality with you, not to waste a single second but this was what he’d been longing for, craving. The all-consuming feeling of finally getting to taste what he wanted was more intoxicating than any poison. Somewhere far away he heard you laugh and it was nearly the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. Nearly because he knew you were laughing at him. 

He was a man dying of hunger with his first taste of food. Satisfaction was temporary. Soon, much sooner than you knew, he needed to gorge himself.  

“Been a while?” You purred atop him. 

No, it really hadn’t. If only you understood the full effect you had on him. 

For so long he had nothing but YandereSpace to soothe his need for companionship. Other people's happiness living the life he wanted so badly was a balm to an ache that went down to his soul. None of it was enough to fill the hole in his life that was shaped like you. 

Warmth bloomed in his chest not just because this was the first he didn't need to touch himself to soothe the wildfire desire you left in, but also because he didn't need porn to help. This was real. His heart sang a rapid staccato chant against his ribs, pushing blood to his brain that beat in the rhythm of you, you, you. 

He wasn’t fully back in his body yet, his toes tingling and arms weak, but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting a little revenge, the first drip in what he would turn into a flood. Bakugo reached between your legs, pressing his rough fingers against your clit. Hearing your gasp of surprise was wonderful. It pushed him to move lazy circles into your sweet center, his red eyes half-lidded, drinking in the way your hips unconsciously ground against him, searching for more. 

He’d give it to you. Anything you wanted. 

Strength returning, Bakugo moved his fingers faster and rougher, his cock swelling each time he heard how slick your cunt was becoming. For him. For him. For him. Just thinking about sinking down to the hilt inside of you spurned him on, heat in his belly that burned with want hotter than any hell. 

Bakugo caught your lips between his teeth, nibbling your lips swollen, his tongue tracing your teeth and all the while your clit swelled, matching the intensity of his desire. Soon. All he had to do was make you cum and you’d be ready for him. 

Your hands clawed against his chest, searching for purchase as your end was coming. You tried to pull your mouth away from him, to breathe in reality away from all-consuming pleasure. Bakugo politely objected by grabbing the back of your head and smashing his mouth against yours. 

He could feel you squirming, so close, so fucking close. His head felt hot and weightless like this was his own orgasm coming even as his aching cock begged to be housed in your sweet cunt. 

Your end was rising and Bakugo would be the one to make you plummet back to earth. His circling fingers suddenly changed direction, pressing that sweet button of pleasure only to spread the two fingers pleasing you and crush your clit between them. 

You cried into his mouth, cumming so hard he felt your slick drip onto his dick. Muscles tight and hips bucking. His beautiful darling. He drank as much of you in as he could, never taking his mouth off yours, not until you lost the strength to keep yourself upright and slid free from his kiss, panting beside his ear even as your ass was raised to the sky. 

“Such a good girl for me,” Bakugo purred, gently rolling your clit to let you ride out a few more waves of pleasure. You moaned in his ear and something other than his heart swelled. 

There would be no time to catch your breath, though. You'd had your turn and your laugh at him, now it was time for you to learn what your soulmate’s love felt like inside of you. 

Bakugo kissed your cheek down to your neck, using one thick thigh to spread yours a little farther. Both of his hands, one still wet from your orgasm, cupped your ass, easing you down to the waiting, eager head of his cock. 

It twitched as it entered you, his precum slick tip, covered in your fluids and his own, easing inside so easily it was a breath of fresh air. As Bakugo exhaled with delight, you inhaled with surprise. You made a noise, trying to string words together but the orgasm he'd given you had scrambled your brain too much to find any. Poor thing, but with what he'd do to you, you wouldn't need any. 

He eased in more, finally meeting a touch of resistance, your inner muscles tight. Again he thought, poor thing. You probably weren't used to anyone getting this deep inside of you. He was going to touch you where no one had ever experienced inside you. Just knowing that was intoxicating. You'd come to him at the perfect time. He only cared a little that he wasn't your first, but expecting you to stay pure when you didn't know who your soulmate was asking too much. He'd been with others, too, others he'd mistaken for you. It wouldn't be fair to judge, though gloating was absolutely warranted. 

When the tip of his cock crushed your cervix and pushed in and in and in, you whined and he shushed you, running his hands over your hair, down your neck, and back to your hips, anywhere he could reach. “Easy, easy. You're doing such a good job,” he said, “just relax, take me in.” His lips made their way down your jaw to your chin, to the vulnerable side of your throat and clamped down, working his mouth in tandem with the shallow movement of his hips. He would mark you inside and out if it was the last thing he did. 

When you cried again, he felt it against his teeth and deep in his own throat, the two of you so connected it was like being stardust again before whatever God existed tore the two of you apart to search for wholeness again. His hips bucked and you made a pained sound. Shit. He should have prepared you more. Next time. Next time he would be less needy, more patient. Sex took practice and starting tonight, the two of you had all the time in the world. 

Bakugo rocked his hips slowly, his big hands on your waist to keep you just where he wanted, the head of his cock just kissing your sweet spot for now. He needed you wetter, louder, and wanting. You needed to beg for him to go faster. 

He could tell when it started feeling good for you, your hips trying to crush down on his cuck each time he pulled back. The little swivel of your core aching to be decimated into paste. The way your fingers left crescent moon imprints of pleasure on his skin. The hushed little whimpers you could almost suppress. 

He was almost satisfied like this, snuggled deep in your cunt, letting it learn the shape of him before it was forced to memorize his cock when it was slamming so hard you saw stars. But this wasn't about him, he knew what he wanted, it was time you did, too. 

But as you kept crying and moaning into him, his patience was wearing thin. This friction wasn't nearly enough. The base of his cock ached for your warmth, to feel that thick, slickness of your arousal drip down to his pubes. 

Maybe he could wait until next time for you to beg for him. 

Bakugo rolled you into your back, using his waist to keep your thighs wide open, cock still buried deep inside you. He didn't wait for you to notice the change, just pumped his cock as deep and roughly as he wanted, throwing his head back to let out a groan that seemed to come from deep within his gut. Finally. Finally. Finally, he felt whole. 

Your cunt drank in every rough thrust, the tip of his cock bulging under your navel. He couldn’t take his eyes off your skin, fascinated by the way his length filled you. Whatever common sense he still had slipped away, his mind only able to wrap around his need to fucking cum.

This was too much. The wet, perverse sounds of his dick stirring you up. The hot, fluttering muscles of your cunt. Each unrestrained moan you made beside his ear. 

Bakugo felt his cock twitch, ready to explode, his balls eager to unload his seed. 

And when you came suddenly and hard, slick gushing down his cock, cunt squeezing him so tight he saw stars, Bakugo followed. He roared as he finished, bucking his hips hard and fast to get every drop he cum he had as deep inside of you as he could. Even when there was nothing else coming out of him, Bakugo kept moving until he grew soft, reluctantly sliding out of your cunt. 

He'd already been panting, head in heaven, but now the cold taste of salty air was in him, the itch of grass on his sweaty skin, the heat of your small form being crushed by his, the endless black of the sky only broken by dots of diamond dust, waves crashing and rushing back to the ocean and he knew in his very bones that this was where he wanted to be for the rest of his days. 

Fuck hero work. Fuck his friends. Fuck anything that wasn't you. He was an ant, a spec on the greater cosmic scale, and yet that was exactly how he felt about the world when it came to you. 

Bakugo kissed your temple, wrapping his arms around your body to keep you against him. He couldn't let you go. Not now. Not when he'd finally tasted what he'd been missing. 

You didn't move, breathing heavily but not asleep. He could feel each swipe of your eyelashes as you blinked. He didn't want to, but this was necessary to ensure your future with him. Bakugo carefully slid off you, leaving you face up in the grass. “I'll be back,” he murmured against your temple, leaving one last kiss before fixing his clothes to go grab what was left of your earlier drinks. 

You had to be dehydrated from sweating, cumming, and drinking vodka earlier. That would make this a little easier. After finishing your drink, Bakugo handed it to you. “Drink this.” 

Like the good girl you were, you drank it down to the dregs, sticking your tongue out after with dislike. “Is there booze in this?” 

“No, not much of anything else left,” he lied. 

You grumbled, closing your eyes but not fighting him. God you didn't even check to see if he was telling the truth and the bags were right next to you! 

He petted your hair, waiting for your system to get a little heavier. Too much for you to fight back. Then, he executed his plan.

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Bakugo woke up with a pounding headache. His back hurt and his dick was sore. He rubbed his face, groaning until his elbow hit something. When he opened his eyes to check what, bright sunlight stabbed into his eyes. He growled and tried again, then realized he had no idea where he was. 

He was never drinking again. Ever. 

Bakugo was behind the wheel of a small moving van. What the fuck?

That explained why his back was hurting so much, the driver’s seat was beaten to hell and back, the stuffing unable to conform to any more passengers. The keys were still in the ignition, his overnight bag in the seat beside him. The one he’d brought to the hotel...

Memory hit him of Deku’s impromptu vacation and the fact that the front desk clerk had taken his phone. Clearly drunk Bakugo had abandoned whatever plan Deku had, but had he gotten his phone back? He kinda needed it to go home or back to the hotel, rented van or not.

As he reached to check his bag, something moved in the back.

He froze. 

Slowly, Bakugo turned his attention to the shadows. 

There, tied in the dark and gagged with her panties was... you. 

Tears stained your cheeks, eyes bulged large and scared as you stared up at Bakugo. At your kidnapper. Shit. Shit. Shit. He should have known this would happen if he gave in to his desires. He was too obsessive, too possessive for his own good and now here you were. Last night you were so excited to be in his arms and now he’d ruined all of that. You were terrified of him. 

Months of work gone, all because he couldn’t contain himself. 

The urge to scream bubbled inside him, but Bakugo bit it down. He couldn’t scare you anymore than he already had. There was no going back on what he’d done. He’d taken you and you were a danger to his life now, just as much as you were the only thing his world revolved around.

All he could do now was take you home. It was much too early to start keeping you in his apartment, unfortunately, he’d taken that choice away from himself and from you. 

“It's okay,” Bakugo said as softly as he could manage. He reached out a hand, cupping your face with his rough palm. He wiped your tears away with a calloused thumb. “We’re just going home, baby. Don’t worry about a thing.” 

[remember-to-be-gentle]

Hello little people who live in my phone I have good news! I've finished writing and editing the new chapter of YandereSpace much faster than I thought I would. It's going up sometime tomorrow when I get time. I'm going to bed.