He pulled the knife down my body, starting with the middle of my lower lip, dragging it down to my right breast, playing with my nipple. I arched my back up towards Kellan, silently asking for more. He only chuckled and shaked his head, "Be patient Cataleya." "I thought you said I would be calling you God. Maybe I should have gone home with that guy at the bar, he would've been able to make me cum." The breeze in the room is cold, leaving my nipples high peaks and the rest of my body im goosebumps; or that could've been from the knife making its way to my clit. Kellan grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. His hold tightens and his hand slips to my neck. "If you had gone home with him, Cat, I would've fucked you in front of him so he knows that you're mine, and I am yours." ⋆ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬, little crow. People are starting to notice the cracks in her good girl facade. The subtle mood swings, smudged wine lipstick, her hair out of place. She's always been so careful, never letting her emotions get the best of her, until she can't anymore. 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝, saint. He's had visions of her since he was 14 and he's never let the thought of her go. She used to be a delusion, an illusion his mind created when he wanted to die. Seeing her was never something he expected, and seeing her burying a body was the farthest expectation. TWS !!! abuse, sexual assualt, forms of self harm, eating disorders, etc. Please read with caution if you find any of these triggering. Note: Please don't steal my work, characters, plots, or places created by me. I will block and report anyone who does so. Thank you <3

#12 in Dreamnotfound 9.7.20 #50 in Youtubers 9.22.20 #10 in Techno on 1.10.20 // yandere Noun (plural yandere) 1. A character who fits the archetype of being genuinely romantic, loving, kind, merciful, sparing, sweet and gentle, but is at the same time brutal, psychotic or deranged in behavior. The psychotic tendency can be both sudden and ever-present. Often used for both comedic and dramatic displays of character. // Dream is what you'd call a Yandere. He would do anything for the man he loves- but that all changes when a new kid makes his question everything he thought he knew about romance. // This fic was a commissioned piece :)

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✿❀ Completed! ❀✿ my name is (y/n) toshinori , I'm 18 years old and I'm a graduate of U.A. high. I finished in the Top place in all of my classes all three years I attended. I have never felt like I really belonged at U.A. to be honest. During training, I always played the role of the villain, unless Mr. Aizawa specified otherwise. The point is, I never lost. I did whatever it took for me to win. A few times I was almost expelled for causing too much damage to other students. Not that I really minded anyway, if they can't handle me they shouldn't be heroes. The problem was my quirk was too powerful for them to handle. All I have to do is touch someone, whether it be a handshake or brushing past them on the train, I gain their quirk permanently. I can use any of the quirks I've gathered over the years anytime I desire. I never met my mom, but all I know is that she was a Quirkless. My dad, was once a great hero. I'm not sure if you know who I'm talking about, so I'll just tell you. My dad is the Symbol of peace, All Might himself. He is going to be a teacher at U.A. high this year, I think he just wants to keep an eye on the person who he replaced me with. Izuku Midorya. That's why despise my father. Now, he is weak. And it's time for my revenge. Unbeknownst to me, I have a long road to travel on for this goal of mine. A long road of chaos, ruin, bloodshed, and above all romance with a strange man who ate all my cereal and someone who is practically a living video game reference Highest ranking: #1 in MHA