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Riding Ryotaro after a long night of drinking. The bed creaking as you’re using him as your own personal dildo and all Ryotaro does is scratch your back because of the power you hold over him. Manhandle this buff dilf or tease his fat tits until you have this man passed out at the end of your session.

Making Tohru suck your strap/dick as you use his tie to restrain his hand, you making him slobber all over your strap/dick as you immediately put the entire thing down his throat. His pathetic useless dick leaking as you keep on hitting all the way back of his throat. His eyes now gleaming in tears as he is at your mercy.

Eating out Tae inside her little office and trying to stay quiet as one of her patients is asleep on the other side of the room. Having to to tap on her thigh to let you breathe because she’s can’t stop squeezing you whenever she orgasm.

Fucking Sadayo from the behind in her maid dress watching the frills go up and down and you pound into her after a long day of being teacher and your personal maid. Flipping her over to ride on your strap/dick so you now can see her breast jiggle and how her pussy devours your strap/dick.

Using Ichiko’s camera to take a photo while your strap/dick is inside her mouth. And writing erotic things on her body as you take a video of you going inside her pussy. “Fuck me” on her pelvis, “Pinch here!” on her tits with a heart and arrow.

Cockwarming Munehisa in his desk while he’s rearranging gun parts. Every grind you do to tease him makes it harder to put the right pieces into place making him start over again. And he can’t do anything because of the chain around his neck that you have full control.

Using a long distance vibrator on Chihaya while calling you during she’s at work. You mess around with the controls to keep her on the edge when she start doing her fortune telling. You love hearing her gasp and trying to keep it all in when you set the volume to low and immediately to high.

Fingering Sae before she goes to work. Your index and middle finger inside of her as you pinch her clit, for you deem it a reward for her after a long and hard gruelling day at the courtroom. You keep going until you have her arch her back, eyes roll out, and squirting at your face. You’ll make this woman’s mind into mush.

Jerking Takuto behind as you make him face a mirror to make him see his erotic face his making as you also pull his hair. Drool coming down his chin as he tells you to stop but the moment you even slow down, he whines and raises his hips. When you ejaculates you can see every single expression he goes through.

⛓️: When he saw Orion fall in the well of Cybertron, previously shot by his best friend, now turned into his greatest nemesis, Bumblebee, AKA Badassatron or B-127, managed to keep Elita from jumping to his rescue, despite him being smaller than her. She screamed a sparkfelt “NOOO-” and Bee’s audials flinched… he didn’t like too loud noises, and the crowd around wasn’t helping. He saw his best friend, Orion, fall to his death, no more left arm as it was blasted off by D-16…

⛓️: Elita fell on her knees, Bee silently trying to comfort her as he noticed D’s intense scarlet gaze, turning around to Sentinel desperately trying to crawl away, wounded and weak… Bee was overwhelmed, the crowd was cheering way too loudly for D, who was now dealing with Sentinel’s minions effortlessly as his fury took him over

⛓️: Suddenly, D took Sentinel by his back collar, Bee knew what would happen, he wanted to cover his blue optics, he didn’t want to look… but he did… as Sentinel was ripped in half… Bee subconsciously put a servo on his mouth plate in horror, while Elita was starting to not recognize D anymore

⛓️: He gasped when D ripped Sentinel’s t-cog out of his chest, wielding it in the air, making a speech to all high guard members as he started shooting and blasting down everything Sentinel owned… including some innocent cogless miners in the way

⛓️: Elita told Bee to evacuate the city, or at least try getting everyone to safety, even if she knew Bee was still too young to do all this… she couldn’t help but rush at D- wait no… Megatron… He tried to stop her, crying at her that it was suicidal, but instead she ignored the cries of the sparkling… rage also taking over her…

⛓️: Finally when Bee managed to get out of the crowd, he met Megatron’s gaze… it was firing red, crimson sparkles of rage emitting from them as he approached Bee, but Bee was mortified, he stumbled into his pedes and fell on the ground as D-… Megatron crouched to his level…

⛓️: “Come with me Bee… you’ll be safe with me… Sentinel’s gone… you’ll be better with me… under my care… forever” Megatron’s tone was petrifying, his red optics showing desperate possessiveness as he restrained himself from picking up Bee and bring him with the high guard and him… Bee was on the ground, mute from the fear that made his spark almost jump out of his chest…

⛓️: Suddenly, the ground opened from under them, a huge blue blast of energy knocked both of them down… but Bee? He fell unconscious, his processor not able to process anything anymore… he missed the fight of the titans… but what he didn’t know was that when the high guard and him left Iacon for good… Megatron brought something… or more like someone with him…

⛓️: Bee woke up in a room that wasn’t his, or maybe more of a “rusty old place that was falling down” type of room. He felt a painful pang onto his intake pipe… he touched it with a servo snd he saw blue energon on his digits… how was he even alive? He tried to ask himself the question… but trying to use his voice box made him feel intense pain, a pain stronger than Darkwing’s punch, a pain stronger than being left alone in sub level 50… a pain he couldn't even express… At least… not verbally

⛓️: Outside it was dark… smoke was seen outside, fire… then blasts of energy started to be fired in the sky, as if celebrating something… screams and victory howls were heard, which were loud enough to make Bee cover his audials firmly

⛓️: After some time, loud and imposing pedes could be heard walking towards his room, as he tried to get away, he noticed a tight handcuff on the side of the recharging berth he was on… he couldn’t escape… poor young Bee… still a sparkling, forced to live with a future tyrant until maybe, just maybe, Elita and Orion find him… Bee will learn everything that he missed… or maybe he won’t..

— After all, Megatron is known to be more than stubborn at times… he’ll take good care of Bee… as long as he… stays… quiet… —

OMG I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THIS ONE!!! Second ever yandere work, GOD this felt so good to write.. anyway @shatteredglass36, I hope you liked it and I hope anybody who stumbled upon this likes it too ^v^

“Chuuya?” He doesn’t look over as Kunikida sits next to him. “Are those flowers?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why I bothered to buy that bastard flowers at all, but I wasn’t gonna let him keep them after what he did.”

“Well, what are you going to do with them?”

“I don’t know. Burn them, probably.”

Kunikida grabs the flowers from his lap. “That’s such a waste.”

“It’s about the catharsis. Because fuck that guy.”

He hears rustling, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees his partner pull a few of the roses out of the bundle. “I can think of better ways to get catharsis. I just… have to remember how to do this…”

He watches Kunikida try and fail to weave the stems of the flowers together for a few moments, before smushing his cigarette on the concrete. “Hand em’ over.”

Muscle memory kicks in quickly, and soon enough he holds a crown of roses in his hands. “There.”

Kunikida keeps handing him flowers, so Chuuya keeps moving his hands. The rhythmic motions are soothing, and little by little, he can feel his shoulders relaxing.

“Is this another skill you learned during your break?” Kunikida asks.

“No, actually. The… When I was part of the mutual aid group. I would make the other- make the kids flower crowns. Some days we couldn’t do much… but they always smiled when they got a flower crown.”

“I see.”

They fall into a comfortable silence, as Chuuya adds more flower crowns to the growing pile accumulating between them. Soon, the bouquet is empty, and they had seven rose crowns.

“Do you think the president will wear one?”

“Probably not… but Yosano would. Maybe Ranpo.”

“One has to go to Gin, obviously. And Phoebe. And Kenji. And Atsushi. And maybe Kyouka if she wants one.”

“And you accuse me of favoritism.” Kunikida chuckles, carefully holding the crowns in his hands. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You made them all, you should at least have one.”

“Nah. Not a fan of crowns.”

“Well don’t think of it as a crown.” Kunikida picks one up, dropping it above his head. “Now it’s just an extra hatband.”

“Hah! Good one.” Chuuya pulls it off his hat, dropping it on Kunikida’s head instead. “You won’t get me that easily.”

“I think I just did.”

“Alright. Conversation over.” He stands up quickly, ignoring the warm feeling in his chest. “We should check on the others. Make sure Atsushi hasn’t been kidnapped again.”

He hears Kunikida follow him as he makes his way to the stairwell leading off the roof and back into the building. Annoyingly, he has a smile on his face.

“Why are you not speaking to me?” No answer. Just a dull blink. You weren’t afraid anymore, weren’t angry either. It was worse than that, you were simply gone inside.

For the first time in years, All For One felt something like unease. His power, his control, his grand designs all of it meant nothing in the face of the silence he’d created. He reached out, fingertips hovering near their cheek, and pulled back when they didn’t even flinch.

Shigaraki

The controller clattered to the floor. You didn’t react.

Shigaraki had screamed at you again, something about loyalty, about how you didn’t appreciate him, about how no one ever did. But when he turned to see you blankly staring at the wall, eyes blank, mouth slightly open as if words had once lived there and died long ago, something inside him froze.

He stepped closer, trembling hands reaching out, then pulling back before touching your shoulder. “Hey... come on, don’t ignore me like that.”

Still nothing.

He crouched down, his voice softer than he’d ever meant it to be. “You’re not... mad, right?”

You blinked slowly. Then you turned your head toward him, and smiled. But it wasn’t a smile at all. It was the hollow, tired kind that people wear when they’ve given up on being human.

Dabi

The flames had gone out hours ago. Smoke clung to the air, curling lazily through the broken room.

You sat on the floor, knees pulled close, staring into nothing. Dabi leaned against the wall opposite, his usual smirk long gone. He’d yelled earlier. Said things he didn’t mean or maybe he did, once. But now, as the quiet stretched, all he could hear was his own heartbeat and the faint sound of their shallow breathing.

He pushed off the wall. “You can say something, y’know. You always have something to say.”

You turned their head slowly, eyes glassy. “I’m tired, Dabi.”

Two words. Soft. Flat. And they hit him harder than any insult, any tear, any punch could have. He opened his mouth, but no words came. The burn scars on his face seemed to sting, as if even his skin was ashamed of what he’d done.

When he finally sat beside you, his hand hovering just above your shoulder, you didn’t even flinch.

Aizawa

You don’t even look up when he enters the room. The faint sound of his boots, the rustle of his scarf, they used to make you tense, ready to explain, to beg, to defend. Now, you just sit there, still and silent.

“Didn’t I tell you to eat?” Aizawa’s voice is low, roughened by irritation. He sets down a tray on the table, but you don’t move. Not even to acknowledge him.

He sighs and crouches in front of you. His eyes scan your face, searching for the spark you used to have the spark he thought he could protect by keeping you close. But there’s nothing now. Just that dull, distant look.

When he grabs your wrist, there’s no resistance. You let him. You let everything happen, because what’s the point?

“I’m trying to help you,” he mutters.

You only whisper, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Deku

He’s frantic when you don’t respond to him.

You used to cry, scream, fight. Now you sit on the edge of the bed, still and quiet, your eyes fixed on the floor. His voice cracks as he says your name over and over, but you don’t look up.

“Hey—hey, don’t be like that. I didn’t mean to scare you, okay? You just— you just weren’t listening and I…”

You don’t care. The apology doesn’t reach you anymore. The tears on his face blur into the background, meaningless. When he asks if you understand why he keeps you here, you nod, but the movement is slow, empty — automatic.

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Because it makes you feel better.”

Kirishima

You don’t even flinch when he raises his voice. The red-haired boy who once smiled every time you did now stands there, trembling, unsure of himself. His “punishments” were always meant to teach you, to make you “perfect.” That’s what he told himself. But now you don’t argue, don’t cry, don’t beg. You just… stare.

“Come on, at least say something,” he pleads. “Yell at me, hit me—anything.”

But you don’t. You let the silence stretch between you like a wall of ice. You don’t even try to defend yourself when he accuses you of lying, or when he says you don’t care. Because he’s right. You don’t.

When he finally realizes that, his voice breaks mid-sentence. The “manly” strength he always preached collapses under the weight of guilt.

You don’t look up to see it, you’re too far gone to care but he sinks to his knees anyway.

Hawks

You don’t react when he lands beside you, feathers rustling against the floor.

Usually, he’d crack a joke. Call you his little bird. Ask for a smile. But lately, you’ve stopped giving him anything to hold on to. Even now, when he crouches in front of you, golden eyes searching for a spark, you just blink at him like you’re half-awake.

“You’re quiet today,” he murmurs, but the smile he wears doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m always quiet now,” you reply, your tone soft and flat.

He laughs a little, like it’s a joke, but it’s not. You can see his feathers twitch nervously, his wings shifting as if he’s fighting the urge to grab you, shake you, make you react somehow.

“You’re not mad?” he asks after a long silence.

You shrug. “It wouldn’t change anything if I was.”

Bakugo

You don’t fight him anymore.

When he snaps, when he shouts you just stand there, calm and unbothered. It infuriates him at first, until he realizes the quiet isn’t rebellion. It’s surrender.

“Don’t ignore me!” he yells, slamming his fist into the wall beside you. The sound echoes, but you don’t even flinch.

“I’m not,” you say softly. “I just don’t have anything left to say.”

The words hit harder than any explosion.

He grabs your shoulders, shaking you once, desperate to find the person who used to fight him, argue with him, care. But your eyes are empty and it terrifies him more than anything ever has.

“Don’t do this,” he mutters. “Don’t just… give up like that.”

Denki

He brings you little gifts, food, soft words all the things that used to make you laugh. But you don’t smile. You don’t even look up. You just sit there, quiet, detached, like a ghost in his perfect world.

“Come on,” he says softly. “You’re not mad, right? You still like me, don’t you?”

You tilt your head, voice faint. “If I said no, would it matter?”

Denki’s grin falters. He kneels in front of you, hands trembling. “I can fix this. I can make you happy again.”

Shoto

He doesn’t know when it happened — when the silence started to feel heavier than his father’s voice ever did. Maybe it was after the last time he locked the door behind him, telling you he couldn’t let you “get hurt.” Maybe it was when you stopped looking at him altogether.

Now, you just sit by the window, staring out at the snow. It’s peaceful, almost. Too peaceful.

Shoto stands behind you, watching your reflection in the glass. “It’s cold,” he says softly. “You should move away from there.”

“Are you angry with me?” he asks after a long silence.

Your voice is calm when it finally comes. “No. I just don’t care anymore.”

Something inside him cracks at that. Not like fire or ice not visible. Just a small, human sound, deep in his chest.

He steps closer, hands hovering near your shoulders but never touching. He used to be afraid of hurting people with his fire, so he always kept his distance.

Then he murmurs, “You can tell me if I’ve gone too far,” you glance at him for the first time in days. Your eyes are dull, tired, too old for your face.

“You already did,” you whisper.