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butterfly-writer · 1 month

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Punishment & Pleasure

Dabi x Female!Reader

Summary: Dabi was being a brat, always interrupting his beloved during meetings and conversations. I’m sure he deserved what she’s willing to give him as punishment..

★☽A/N: I never wrote smut in a long time.. This is like– My second time writing, and my first wasn’t exactly a satisfying one.. So I hope this one is not too bad! I might be making a separate account for smut if this one turns out okay!

Contents: SMUT

Power bottom AFAB reader, sub top Dabi – Manhandling, anal play, orgasm denial, masochism.

18+ MDNI

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It was a cold evening. The sun was slowly setting and the sky was a beautiful hue of orange and red. The League of Villains was having a few short meetings, all ending with Shigaraki getting pissed.

But someone was getting a lot more pissed.

That someone is Y/N L/N.

She was talking to Toga, listening to her rant about her obsession over a certain green-haired boy. And just before she was about to respond, Dabi had come behind her and interrupted her speech. She was surprised to see him, and she was a bit upset about him interrupting her. But, like the patient soul she was, she let him off easy.

But as the day went by, Dabi kept interrupting her. His continuous interruptions were starting to bother her. He continued in that manner because he wanted to see her lose her cool. She was always calm and collected, even during missions and when faced with enemies. Her personality only made him curious for her angered state.

And what better way than to interrupt her everytime she talks?

With each interruption he did with everyone she was trying to talk to, he could see the frustration flicker in his beloved's eyes, her patience wearing thin by the second. He started to feel a bit excited. Not aroused, but excited. Her face was a dead giveaway that she was getting pissed, and that’s exactly what he was looking for.

He wanted to see her enraged, maybe even lash out. He could take it, her anger couldn’t possibly be bad, right? He had experienced much worse from other people. And he was a villain, he couldn’t easily be scared by some “tantrum” from his beloved.

Dabi couldn’t resist doing it again one last time. She was talking to Mr. Compress and she managed to talk to him for a good amount of time. But before she could talk to him longer, her response was cut off by Dabi’s annoyance.

"Hey, Y/N," he interjected, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Did you hear about that new hero in town? Word on the street is they're cheating on their married lover.” He grinned mischievously.

Y/N's jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation flashing across her features before she composed herself with practised ease. She shot Dabi an annoyed look, but kept a smile on her face, and responded. "Yes, Dabi, I'm aware. Now if you don't mind, I was in the middle of a conversation."

“Really? I didn’t notice..” He teased with a grin. Before she could say anything else, Mr. Compress excused himself to talk to Kurogiri. She calmly said goodbye before her facial expression turned into a really pissed off one. She turned to Dabi with an annoyed look. She looked almost menacing. Steam could be seen coming out of her mouth.

He had done it! He finally got her to snap! But why did he feel… afraid? Her face looked almost scary to him, unrecognisable to him. To look composed and calm, he grinned with mischief. “What’s wrong, love? Cat got your tongue?” He cheekily said.

Dabi was caught off guard when she pulled him towards her. His body slowly bent down as he was face to face with her. She was a few centimeters shorter than him. “Are you going to behave like this all day? You think this is funny, huh?” Her voice was low and menacing.

By now, Dabi was sweating bullets. He had to swallow hard, feeling a sudden wave of apprehension wash over him. He hadn't expected Y/N to react like this, to confront him so boldly. But even as fear prickled at the edges of his consciousness, he couldn't help but admire the fire in her eyes.

He grinned a weak grin, trying to compose himself. “It.. It was just a joke, love! You know I didn’t mean any harm!” He awkwardly chuckled. But Y/N wasn't buying it. She tightened her grip on his arm, her nails digging into his skin. "You crossed a line, Dabi," she growled, her voice cold and unforgiving. "And now, you're going to pay for it."

She grabbed his arm and dragged him to his room despite his protests. While she lived in her own apartment, Dabi didn’t have the money and agreed to stay at the League’s base after Shigaraki’s proposal. She tossed him onto the bed and straddled him as she took off his shirt before taking off all of his garments, leaving him bare on the bed.

She took his belt and tied it around his arms onto the headboard. He squirmed in his place as he tried to get out of it. Y/N could see Dabi’s flames starting to ignite. She felt pissed at his attempt to escape. She slapped him harshly on his thigh, causing him to flinch.

“Don’t you dare use your flames on me.” She sneered, causing Dabi to stop his flames. She sat in between his quivering legs, she forcefully spread them open and placed them beside her hips. He tried to close them but that just earned him a slap on his thigh and a grunt out of his mouth.

She scoffed with annoyance. “You’re shivering? This was your own doing, fucking disturbing me during my conversations. You need to be taught manners.” She said before slapping his thigh again. He grunted again at the impact, the sting still lingering.

She quickly got to work, her hand on his erected cock. She stroked it slowly and painfully, teasing the tip with her thumb. His groans slowly turned into low-pitched whines, his body squirming in place. She stopped him by grabbing him tightly on the hips. “Stop moving,” she demanded with a low tone.

Despite it had only been minutes, Dabi could feel his release. But before he could even release, he felt a finger probing his entrance and a thumb covering his slit, preventing him from releasing. “Why did you-” His speech was cut off by Y/N’s lips on his. His sounds were muffled by her lips as she continued her assault on his body.

He didn’t know what was so arousing about this. He shouldn’t like this! But as she continued the same action, he could feel himself losing himself to the pleasure. Her lips eventually left his, her face close to his. “So, are you going to behave?” She whispered. And as a last attempt of keeping his dignity and ego, he smirked with his tired eyes. “Fuck off, bitch..”

“Oh? Is that how you want to behave today? Fine.” She slapped him on the thigh again before squeezing it harshly. With lube on her fingers, she slowly pushed a finger inside his entrance, ignoring his whines. “Stop..” He muttered softly, almost like a whisper. She started to finger his ass, slowly making room for two.

She looked down at his leaking cock, red and angry, begging for its release. With a random idea in her head, she flicked the tip with her index and thumb, getting a sudden moan out of the scarred man. She was surprised by his response. But her surprised look turned into a face of amusement. She flicked his tip again, getting the same response from before.

She couldn't believe how quick Dabi was to falter. His moans started too much louder and higher in pitch. Everytime he tried releasing, a thumb on his tip prevented him. She fingered around his insides, trying to find that one spot.

“Ah!” He yelped, feeling a sudden spark in his stomach. He looked down to see the massive grin on his lover’s face. She hit that spot once again, causing a moan out of him. She continuously stimulated that one spot while stroking his cock.

He ended up releasing all over Y/N’s hand, aching his back as he felt his release. Her smile grew even bigger. “Now, this.. This is going to be fun.”

He knew… He was in for it now..

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dabisqueen · 2 years

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Dripping For You

Header by me (some random manga panel redraw)

Dabi/Touya x fem!reader

⇢ word count: roughly 1.7K

⇢ plot: there's none, just slow sex.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, fluff, slow sensual unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, slight breeding kink

⇢ personal note: teamwork with @/crumbly-scrombly— thanks so much for this

He's waking you with a gentle kiss to your lips, shifting in the bed to whisper in your ear "Morning babe."

"G'morning," you mumble, your mind still clouded with sleep.

Dabi's fingers trace from your navel down your belly, over your mound into your panties and start rubbing slow circles over your sensitive nub. It instantly ignites a warmth in your core, one that you desperately need him to turn into blazing heat.

He keeps increasing his pace before slowing down again, the bliss you're feeling carrying you up and down like the tidal waves of the ocean.

But even though you mewl and beg for more, for him to go harder he shushes, "Quiet babe, trust me on this one."

When a thin sheen of sweat covers your body, when your eyes fall shut with pleasure, he's shifting, guiding his warm body on top of yours and in between your legs, slowly prying them apart with his weight.

You feel him slowly rubbing his hardening cock along your folds and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around his neck to nudge him further on, just a little. Pulling him down, your lips meet, tongue dipping out to taste him.

“C’mon Dabi, don’t tease me–” you desperately gasp between open mouthed kisses.

“It’ll pay off, just lemme do my thing,” he mumbles lowly, the pressure between you two building up.

His smokey scent is on you and his warmth nauseating. You want him – no – need him, sweet whimpers involuntarily escaping your throat as you rub up against him, earning a few hot gasps from Dabi.

He looks at you and gently cups your cheek with his rough hand, loving the way you need him but also torn on keeping you waiting.

Pushing his lips onto yours and shoving your panties aside, he can finally give you the thick fill of his cock you frantically crave.

His hot, spongy tip prods at your eager entrance and then he slowly inserts himself. It's so intense, the way he leans into you, his lips tracking the lines on your neck, it has you arch your back in an instant.

Dabi reaches down to firmly intertwine his fingers with yours, sinking into you in a steady, slow rhythm. The bed creaks gently as his dick drags along your tight walls and you can really feel every vein, every ridge, every time he bottoms out and his tip just kisses your cervix softly.

You can't help but notice how lovestruck he looks, how he takes this much time to worship you, kissing you repeatedly, gripping you closer to him as if you could just disappear at any given moment.

You hear his soft low groans each time you clench down on his cock, your toes curling in bliss, your nails digging into the back of his hand.

"Touya, harder, please–" you beg but he shakes his head, continuing his agonizingly slow pace.

You start to sob realizing that you cannot touch yourself to relieve the lingering ache coiling in your belly because your hands are imprisoned by Dabi's strong grip.

You are helplessly trapped in this gentle pace. He doesn't go hard enough on you to crash you straight into the orgasm. No, he prefers to torture you gradually, giving you pleasure in slow ebbs and flows. You can't help yourself, you need him further, so you wrap your legs around him, pushing Dabi’s hips deeper into you.

It's almost pathetic how much you beg and mewl for him. If it wasn't for Dabi's steel will he would’ve already flipped you into a mating press, pressing his hard throbbing cock into your wanton walls. But this, this is careful, planned, he knows this all will be worth it, and so he just keeps kissing you apologetically.

His mismatched lips tasting you as he presses them on you, his heart racing along as he keeps up this agonizingly slow and steady pace. But also loving to hear your sweet sounds of pleasure, wanting him this much, this fire of lust consuming the both of you.

He wants to keep this going as much as possible – thrust by thrust, drag by drag – bottoming out slowly again and again, the intensity hitting differently.

You start moaning louder as he steadily pumps his hard cock in and out of your swollen cunt. Each powerful thrust is deliberately timed to your breathy gasps, each shove is calculated to ensure maximum friction and pressure against your rippled warm walls.

"M gonna… fill you up with my… cum–" Touya mumbles, completely drunk on you, whispering praises and love confessions to you.

"Gonna put a baby inside of you–" he bottoms out once more before slowly dragging his cock along your tight walls.

He is so delirious on your pussy he doesn't even realize he is allowing himself to daydream a better future with a family that actually wants him, a family which doesn’t see him as a mistake.

“Mmh, you're gonna look so good as a mommy," his grip on you tightens and his words slur as he loses himself more and more in pleasure.

Your head starts spinning from his words and you go limb underneath him. He has to restrain himself to not go harder, not to impale you on his throbbing cock.

A family with you.

“'M Gonna fill you up to the brim,” his hips shake, he is about to burst, "Gonna make a happy family with you–"

Bottoming out particularly hard, you clench up around him, a breathy moan falling from your lips. His hips strutter and he halts for a moment, having to use all his concentration and willpower not to cum right then and there.

You feel so amazing, with your soft warm gummy walls squeezing him oh so well and his cock is twitching, he's feeling his balls starting to tense up and manages to breathe out between clenched teeth, "B-Bite me, now!"

And you do. Without thinking, your teeth sink into the soft flesh of his shoulder and for a moment there's just this pain slicing into his brain but it's all he needs to continue. With his senses back and his cock stilled, he continues dragging his hard girth out of you – just to press back in at this agonizingly slow pace that has you soon see stars.

He's so into this he doesn't want it to end. But the delirious expression you have on your sex-flushed face as you're starting to climax excruciatingly slow is all he needs to drive himself even further, continuing his pace, angling his dick just a bit differently inside of you.

It all starts in the tip of your toes and fingers, rippling in small waves through your body. It feels like you're floating, and everything around you fading as the orgasm reaches its peak, a warmth filling your core, spreading through your body and rolling in gentle waves through your body.

Continuing to drag his cock along your pulsating walls, he prolongs your euphoria, every time he bottoms out a new wave of warmth and pleasure rolls through you.

He's driving you crazy with this level of stamina, and he soon switches his position, flipping you over so that you’re in his lap, slowly meeting his thrusts, gasping and panting along with him, naughty squelching sounds emanating from your pussy in tune with the soft creaking of the old rusty bed.

And you're still so out of it, you can't move, body like putty. He's holding you up as he slowly fucks into you, sucking in a nipple to roll his tongue around it, taking on the other before leaning his head against your chest.

Looking up at you, he sees that you're just as in love as he is and, both of your hearts beating in sync as they do everytime the two of you join together. And it almost feels like one completes the other in a wonderful way, as if two souls become one whole making you soon cum again.

He's dripping with your juices right now, a ring of frothy white at the base of his cock from you cumming so often. Instinctively, his arms wrap around you while he takes in your scent.

And then he can't hold back anymore, he feels his orgasm bubbling up, his guts tensing, and he presses his face between your breasts, where your scent is the strongest, so irresistible and intense.

He wants to thrust up so badly, wanna give in to his urges but he holds himself back, edging himself subconsciously and then he feels it. The intense heat starts in his crotch, rippling through his body in waves and he shudders out a groan, breathing hot against your skin while he feels his balls tightening up, his cock starting to twitch when he unloads his pearly essence into your warm womb.

Pleasure crawls up his spine, making his vision blurry as he continues to drag his length in and out of you, cock still splurting and twitching. It makes you clench around him again, cumming for yet another time. Your head falls back and you slump down on him, impaling yourself on him even more.

Sweaty, warm skin pressed against each other, you both come down from your high, his calloused hand tracing the curve of your back. Regaining your breath, he slowly gets soft inside of you and you feel him scooting down on the bed, taking you with him.

His cock slips from your tired heat, leaving a trail of your combined release behind as he lays down with you, rolling over on his side.

His arms circle your waist while his nose presses into your soft hair, breathing a merely audible, "I love you… s'much."

You feel him caress your belly unintentionally and your cheeks go ablaze, knowing just too well what he is implying. Closing your eyes, your heart doubles in size as you reply, "Touya, I love you too–"

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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Hyunjin: Age-Restricted (Part Two)

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader (ft the other skz members but minus jisung)

Genre/warnings: nanny!reader, boy next door/neighbor!hyunjin, virgin!reader, very bold and flirty!hyunjin and painfully shy!reader, fluff, some humor, mentions of poop (i mean reader’s a nanny, this is a given), it reader gets a lil turned on in some parts but nothing happens, implied that reader is tall (again, only one of the few times i mention reader’s appearance), reader has anxiety and second guesses herself a lot lmao, minors dni!!!

Word count: 6,116

Summary: You think it’s luck when the new family you nanny for is so stupid rich that they rent you a fancy new apartment just so you can live closer to them. You think it’s luck when the guy across the hall is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and makes an effort to talk to you. But that’s just about where your luck runs out, because Hyunjin is more out of your league than you could ever imagine, and you’re just some hopeless virgin who never had good luck in the first place.

tag list: @hyuneyeon @ack-aashi [be added to the taglist by filling out this form!]

permanent tag list (italics are unable to tag): @minluvly @awkwardnesshabitat @woozarts @septicrebel @4kwp @thepencilkorner @shmooooo @bubblelixie @byunhoebaek @dejavernon @ahandfulofkeys @slut-for-dabi

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You marched up the stairs of the house, knowing exactly where Seojoon was hiding. This kid was so easy, it almost seemed stupid that his parents would pay you as much as they were on top of paying for your apartment. Then again, they asked you to clean up the house when you could, so that was another task that made up for how much you made.

“Jesus, how big is this house?!” Minho gasped from your phone that you were holding at face-level.

“Move your fat head, I wanna see,” Seungmin demanded before shoving the older boy’s head out of the way and poking his own head into frame.

“How can you even tell?” you asked. “I’ve just been showing my face.”

“I can see the background.”

“Hardly.”

“Yeah, because you’ve got a fat head, too,” Seungmin quipped with a wide grin like he was oh-so proud of himself.

You sharply shushed him, “I don’t need Seojoon picking that up and calling his parents fat heads when they get home.”

You walked down the hall, knowing exactly where you were going. Spending three weeks with the kid, you figured he’d at least keep you on your toes a little. A toddler would be more exciting, right? But not Seojoon – not that he was boring. But Seojoon had his patterns and he stuck to them. It made taking care of him easy, at least. And he liked you because you always seemed to know exactly what he wanted and when.

Finally, you made it to Seojoon’s room. You pushed open his door that was already left cracked, the light turned on. You held a finger to your lips, telling your friends to be quiet on the video call as a smile broke onto your face slowly. You got down on your knees by his bed and carefully wrapped your fingers around the bottom of his sheets that hung over his bed. And then you ripped them up, letting out a yell.

Seojoon, who hid underneath the bed, began squealing and giggling.

“C’mon, bud,” you told him after he’d calmed down, “let me check your butt.”

“That’s a sentence I’d be scared to hear,” Minho mumbled.

“Who’s that?” Seojoon asked.

“My friends,” you replied. “They missed me.”

“No, you’re my friend,” he corrected with a giggle.

You feigned a pout, “What, I don’t have any other friends?”

“No!” he continued to giggle at the same time your two friends deadpanned, “No.”

“Alright, enough from the peanut gallery,” you decided before ending your call with your friends. You turned your attention fully to Seojoon. “Did you go potty in your pull-ups?”

“Nope!” he grinned proudly.

You narrowed your eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Can I check?”

“...Noooo…”

You let out a sigh, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. C’mon, let’s change you.”

At least you were settling into habit. You were getting used to coming home to your new apartment, and becoming familiar with the people you’d occasionally pass in the lobby or on your floor – you especially liked the nice freckled boy who typically worked the front desk during the nights. The first time he’d seen you coming home from work, he stopped you.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” he asked with a deep voice that took you by surprise considering how young and…fluffy he looked. “I know pretty much everyone in the building.”

You nodded, “I’m in room 805.”

“Oh, the nanny!” he grinned, and you thought the way his face lit up was cute. “Yeah, that couple showed up to put down the first few months' rent, and they told us it was for their nanny. We kept making fun of them for how boujee they sounded. You’re kinda popular with the bellboys now.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You also got a pretty nice room – some good neighbors up there.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Well, I’m Felix if you ever need anything. I usually work nights, though, so don’t need anything during the day. Jerry sucks.”

Jerry did, in fact, suck, you learned quickly. You tried to greet him the morning after meeting Felix, only to be met with a grumble as he continued to stare down at his desk.

“_____!” Felix greeted you with a warm smile when you entered the lobby. “How was work?”

You made a face, holding up the garbage bag you held in your hand that only contained one thing: your sweatshirt. His eyebrows furrowed as he cocked his head to one side like a confused puppy, not understanding why you had a garbage bag in your hand with seemingly nothing in it.

“Blowout,” you stated.

“What?” he asked.

“A one-year-old shit so much it came out of his diaper and his clothes.”

His eyes widened as he let out a gasp, “What?”

“But I didn’t wear a shirt under my hoodie, so I had to text his mom and ask to borrow something from her closet,” you continued, annoyance in your tone. You weren’t necessarily mad at Hajoon – he was literally one, it wasn’t his fault – just at the situation. “Unfortunately, she only buys like, Gucci and shit, so.”

“That’s a bad thing?” he questioned.

“I cannot explain to you the anxiety I feel wearing her expensive clothing, like I could ruin it at any minute and get fired.”

He chuckled, “Well, lucky for you, we have in-house dry cleaning. Send it down when you get changed and I’ll have Jeongin get on it.”

“Thanks, Lix,” you sighed as you made your way to the elevator, praying that you would be the only one in it all the way up to the eighth floor.

“Okay,” you whisper to yourself before taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

Gucci shirt was being dry cleaned, you were out of your leggings that may or may not have also gotten poop on them – but what were you going to do, ask to borrow Mrs. Park’s pants, too? – and your makeup was taken off for the night. Now you just had to figure out what to do with your sweatshirt. Should you try to salvage it or should you throw it out?

Well, you’d already lost one sweatshirt to a blowout before, and you really didn’t want to lose another. Plus, this one was one of your cozier ones, so if you could wash the poop out, then you’d prefer that route than just tossing it. So you took your trash bag that you’d left by the door, and you opened the door to go to the laundry room.

Except there was something – or rather, someone – in front of your door with their fist up, ready to knock.

“Oh!” you both said in surprise at the same time.

“Sorry, _____” Hyunjin’s startled expression melted into a smile. His eyes drifted down to the white bag that you held in your fist, and his nose crinkled for a moment. “Taking out trash? Not a lot.”

“Uhhhhhh, yeah,” you decided to say, figuring trying to explain you were going to throw your poopy sweatshirt in the wash was not only going to make you seem disgusting, but was also not something that sounded great. How did you explain to someone that you got human feces on your clothes?

Especially when you had a crush on them and wanted them to like you back.

Hyunjin stayed true to his word about being your friend. While you were too shy and intimidated to say anything to him at first, he always went out of his way to at least say hi when he saw you passing him by in the hall, or wish you a good day when he saw you leaving the lobby, or hold the door if he saw you going for the elevator he was in. And so you slowly started saying hi to him first, but that was really where your ‘friendship’ – if that – ended. So him knocking on your door was something that hadn’t happened since you moved in.

But at least you were getting more comfortable around him. Progress was progress, you supposed -- or at least, that’s what Chan always told you.

“So, what’s up?” you asked him.

“So, um…” he began slowly, eyebrows furrowing together but looking like he wanted to laugh at himself, “this might be a weird request, but like… Okay, you’ve colored your hair before, right?”

“Like, did it myself or just in general?”

“Yourself.”

“A couple times,” you shrugged. “It wasn’t good because I can’t see the back of my head, but, yeah.”

“No, that’s fine!” he said quickly as if he thought you’d change your mind. “I was just wondering if you’d maybe help me with bleaching my hair…?”

You had to reply quickly or he’d think you were weird, so you didn’t have the time to sit there and wonder why he would ask you and not literally anyone else. He had to have friends he could ask. Hell, you’d sooner call up Chan and have him drive his ass to your apartment to kill a spider than walk across the hall and whine to Hyunjin.

But also, who were you to question a perfectly good opportunity to not only be around Hyunjin and talk to him, but actually physically interact with him. Running your fingers through his hair? Yes please.

You shrugged and offered up a smile, trying to seem like you weren’t bubbling with nerves, “Yeah, sure!”

“Cool, we can do it at my place if you want,” he offered, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to his door he’d left slightly ajar. “I don’t want bleach getting on any of your stuff.”

Could Hyunjin hear your heart slamming against your chest? He was inviting you into his apartment? The last time you were alone with a boy that you had a crush on was when you still lived at home and went to your sister’s house for a cookout and you and one of her friends had to sit in the living room together because both of you were waiting for the bathroom. And you didn’t say a word to him, you just pretended to be on your phone the whole time. S to say you were nervous now was an understatement.

“Yeah, let me just…” you trailed off, realizing you didn’t actually know what to do with the sweatshirt, so you just kind of tossed it by the door before stepping out into the hall with Hyunjin.

“Smooth,” he chuckled before he led you across the hall to his apartment.

You figured his place would be almost exactly like yours, but you quickly realized it was so much nicer. Everything was a perfect stark white that was a beautiful contrast to the jet black accents, which was similar to your apartment. However, his had an upstairs, the loft of which hung over part of the kitchen/living area. He had large art pieces hanging on the walls, making it seem like some rich big shot lived there — which he may have been for all you knew.

“C’mon, we can use the bathroom upstairs,” he told you, leading you around the corner to the staircase.

“You have an upstairs bathroom…?” you asked quietly, mostly to yourself as you followed him up the steps.

“The apartments on the left side are a little more…more,” he explained, turning his head to talk to you over his shoulder.

“Oh…” was all you replied with.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he completely turned to you, continuing to walk backwards toward the destination, “I don’t really need this much space since it’s just me, but I have a lot of stuff, y’know? Plus, I felt like I had more freedom to decorate this like I wanted. I wanted it to feel more like…me, I guess.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” you shrugged. “I like my apartment, but it does seem kind of plain right now. I couldn’t take a lot of my stuff when I moved out of my mom’s because I had three other roommates in an apartment made for only three people, so when I moved here, I couldn’t really decorate a ton.”

He frowned slightly, “Why not go get your stuff from your mom’s?”

“I’d rather not,” you stated, making a slightly sour face.

Hyunjin chuckled with a nod, “Yeah, I feel that.”

Then he turned back around just in time to push open a door ahead of him at the end of the hall.

Inside, the scent hit you and smelled intoxicating and expensive. It was warm and spicy but still smelled clean and fresh with a hint of vanilla. There was a large bed with silk black bedding, even more artwork, a t-shirt or two laying on the carpeted floor, and two large mirrors — a standing one opposite the bed, and one on the ceiling hanging above it. There was a dresser on either side of the room as well, that faced the bed. You assumed it was Hyunjin’s room. But you didn’t get to look around much because he walked by the end of the bed to another door on the same wall and opened that one.

Through this door was a large bathroom that had a separate bathtub from the shower. It was a large clawfoot tub, with a spacious shower taking up the entire back of the bathroom, blocked off by frosted glass. His counter where the sink was took up most of the length of the wall, with the mirror being equally as big.

“Your bathroom is massive,” you commented, hearing your own voice echo back to you.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I guess so. If you ever wanna come over to use it, just let me know.”

You definitely saw him toss you a wink over his shoulder, but for some reason, you chalked it up to some kind of twitch. Some of the dads you’d met had a weird habit of winking a couple times when they spoke to you, so maybe he was the same. Maybe it was just a…man thing. But still, you weren’t sure how to respond, even if it wasn’t intended as suggestive as your brain made it out to be, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit. You wanted to say something while he opened the plastic bag that sat on the counter, beginning to read the directions of how to mix the bleach, but everything you came up with was either boring, stupid, or just had absolutely nothing to do with anything.

“Do you know how to do this?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed as he looked over the large, unfolded piece of paper.

“Is it a 1:1 ratio or 1:2?” you asked, looking in his direction instead of pretending to continue to admire the bathroom.

“Uhhh…” he trailed off, seemingly unsure. Then he passed the paper to you. “I’ve never done this, I’ve always had it done.”

You took the paper and scanned it over. Ratio, processing time, yada-yada. Then you looked back over at Hyunjin, your eyes flickering to the counter and then back at him, “Do you have gloves?”

“Yup.”

Then your eyes drifted down toward his shirt, taking note of the grey Off White brand t-shirt he was wearing, eyebrows pulling together as you narrowed your eyes, looking back up at his face, “What about a shirt you don’t care about?”

Hyunjin looked down at his shirt, holding out the hem and taking a moment to look it over before looking back up at you, “What’s wrong with this?”

You opened your mouth, wanting to ask him if he was crazy. You wanted to ask him how goddamn rich he was that he’d bleach a shirt that was over $300. But instead you closed your mouth, not wanting to upset him when this was the first time you were hanging out with him.

“Nothing,” you told him. “How did you wanna do this…?”

He shrugged, “You can reach.”

“It’s still more convenient if you’re sitting and I can see your entire head.”

“I can kneel,” he said almost happily.

And before you could tell him how uncomfortable that would get, Hyunjin got down on both knees in front of you, resting on the plush bath mat that rested in front of the counter. He looked up at you, blinking with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and wide, innocent eyes.

But you wondered if he knew how badly your face heated up and how your heart thumped in your chest because he was on his knees and so close to your literal crotch that it made you want to pass out. Because as you felt yourself internally panicking, you were pretty sure Hyunjin’s smile was growing, reaching his eyes until they turned into crescent moons.

“Th-that’ll be like, really uncomfortable,” you told him, trying to keep your casual composure even though you wanted to explode. Your eyes were looking anywhere but down at him, because you just simply couldn’t hold eye contact with that man. But thankfully, it gave you an idea since your eyes were wandering and landed on the clawfoot tub. “You can sit in front of the tub on the floor, and I’ll sit on the edge.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a better idea,” he agreed with a smile that seemed…strange. It was like he already thought of it and was waiting for you to say something.

‘You’re going insane,’ you told yourself. ‘Fucking relax, idiot.’

Hyunjin stood and walked over to the tub, while you began mixing the bleach. He sat down on the edge, and you could feel his stare piercing your back – or maybe you were imagining it, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

Yup, definitely wishful thinking. Because when you turned back around, he was typing on his phone, dark hair hiding his face like a curtain.

But you also might’ve seen him look down at his phone at the right second.

Or you were gaslighting yourself into thinking you saw that because you wanted him to be staring.

‘Can you stop and get on with this already? He’s gonna think you’re crazy.’

“Ready?” you asked him to get his attention.

His head snapped up as he smiled, “Yup!”

You sat down on the edge of the tub, and Hyunjin sat down in front of your legs, back toward you. He immediately settled back against your knees, but this still wasn’t as convenient as you would’ve liked.

“Um,” you shifted your legs apart, “could you move back a little?”

“‘Course,” he replied, wiggling until he had moved back and was now sitting against the tub instead.

You prayed he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was beating in your chest at the way he intimately sat. Hell, you were praying that you didn’t like, smell funny or something. Of course, your brain always came up with the dumbest things to be self-conscious about, so you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your head and tried to focus on bleaching Hyunjin’s hair.

First, you combed through his hair with your fingers, wanting to get most of the possible tangles out. You heard Hyunjin hum softly, and your movements stuttered as you tried to not lose your shit. You felt tingling between your legs just at a fucking noise this dude made, and you were internally scolding yourself while also trying to get yourself to just fucking relax.

‘It’s just a hum. It wasn’t anything like, erotic. Chill, bitch.’

“This might be cold,” you warned as you got ready to put the bleach on his head.

All he did was hum in reply, but this hum was different, you told yourself. But it was true. This one was way more casual, and the other sounded relaxed and content, like maybe he liked the feeling of you playing with his hair…

‘Oh my god, stop it.’

You applied bleach to his dark hair for about a moment in silence, trying to steady your breathing and simply focus on just not melting the hair off of his head – though, maybe he’d look good bald…or like an egg.

“What kind of music do you listen to?” he wondered suddenly, and you could see over his shoulder that he was scrolling through Spotify on his phone. “I can play some music.”

“You pick,” you told him, eyes going back to your hands. “I’ll listen to anything.”

He sighed, and had he been facing you, you would’ve seen him roll his brown eyes, “Oh come on, every girl says that but they really won’t. There’s definitely things you don’t like.”

“Okay, um… Not a big classical fan, and I could never get on board with heavy metal.”

“Country?”

“Grew up with it, so I like the old stuff – except that one song. Fuck, it’s called uh… It’s by that Luke Bryan guy.”

“Ah, I know the one.”

“But don’t play it,” you told him before, for some god-forsaken reason, deciding to admit, “I will throw it back.”

Hyunjin let out a loud laugh, leaning forward away from you to turn around and look at you, “Seriously?”

You nodded, laughing along with him, “It’s just one of those songs. One of my old roommates used to get me drunk and then play it really loud in the kitchen. We got a lot of noise complaints.”

“Sounds worth it,” he was still chuckling as he went back to his original position. “So no Country Girl, got it. How do we feel about a throwback playlist?”

You shrugged, going back to work on his hair, “Sounds good.”

It didn’t take you too terribly long to coat his entire head in bleach. Then you put a cap on it and told him to sit for no more than 30 minutes.

“I’ll probably need some help toning it,” he said as he washed out the bowl and brush you used for bleach. “You mind sticking around?”

You shrugged, “I’ve got no plans tonight.”

He turned to look at you, placing the bowl and brush on the counter and flashing you a smile, “Well, now you do. Wanna start a movie or something?”

“What kind of movie?”

“You can pick whatever your heart desires.”

So you picked the movie. It was one you’d already seen already, and you were sure there were no scenes in it that would make anything awkward. But the problem was the sitting situation. You didn’t want to sit all the way on the other end of his couch because that seemed kind of rude. But you didn’t want to sit too close and be creepy. So you eventually just plopped down very un-gracefully about an arms length away from him, grabbing a throw pillow to hug tightly to your midsection before leaning back into the couch.

Thankfully, you were able to get absorbed into the movie mostly. It took a few minutes, but your mind eventually shut off and stopped worrying, and your thoughts were focused on the movie. It was a nice rest of not being hyper aware of only Hyunjin.

Well, until he shifted. He moved to cross one leg over the other, and threw his right arm across the back of the couch, his hand landing by your head.

Back to being hyper aware of only Hyunjin.

You tried not to make it too obvious that you were trying to steal a glance at him, but when you did finally turn your head ever so slightly to look at him, he was facing toward the TV, eyes focused – as far as you could tell, anyway. Maybe he was bored, you didn’t know.

Suddenly, Hyunjin turned his head ever so slightly to the right, side-eyeing you without changing his expression. You quickly averted your gaze, finding the TV in a split second, praying and hoping he didn’t notice you staring.

But what you didn’t notice was him silently smiling to himself and looking back at the TV.

You wondered if Hyunjin knew how to do anything. He asked you to bleach his hair, which was fine. But then he asked you to rinse the bleach out for him in the sink. Maybe he didn’t want to go lock himself in the bathroom to shower, leaving you alone in his apartment. But still, why couldn’t he just rinse it out himself in the sink?

Still, you did it. You weren’t complaining, you were just fighting the nerves and anxiety and butterflies.

Then you had to help him tone his hair, and again, rinse it. Then he asked you to grab his conditioner, so you conditioned Hyunjin’s bleached-blonde hair. You were pretty sure creepy men on TV shows when you were younger used to fantasize about being able to wash and condition pretty girls’ hair, so hey, you were living somebody’s dream. That was a win.

Hyunjin’s neck was still bent over the sink as he towel-dried his hair, scrunching it to get the water before messing it up with the towel.

“I hope you think it looks okay,” you let out a small, nervous laugh.

“Eh, it’ll look fine,” he said as he moved the towel to toss his head backwards, moving his hair from his eyes. “Can’t look worse than it has before.”

“What was the worst?” you wondered, still watching him from his right side as you both stood at the bathroom counter.

He continued to scrunch the ends of his hair, trying to get all of the water droplets that were falling, looking in the mirror at himself and his hair rather than at you, “I tried to go bright red and missed a big patch of roots at the back of my head.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you paused, trying to make sense of his story, “...But I thought you’d never dyed your hair before.”

That was when he finally looked at you, a smile on his lips that you’d give to your slow friend who finally got the joke and you wanted to pat them on the shoulder and make them feel like they weren’t stupid.

“I lied,” he admitted.

And that was when your heart dropped, but in a way you didn’t really expect. Because your mind immediately went to, ‘he’s a murderer!’

He must’ve seen the way your eyes widened – you really needed to learn how to control your facial expressions – and the way you eyed him, because he let out a laugh that sounded like your new favorite sound in the world. It just sounded so…happy and amused. Like, happier than you’d heard him sound before – not that you’ve really heard him actually laugh much.

“No, it’s nothing bad,” he explained. “I just– How else am I supposed to get a pretty girl to come to my apartment and play with my hair?”

You wanted to combust – maybe you were going to. Your face was rapidly heating up, and you weren’t really sure what your expression was doing but you were biting back a smile unsuccessfully, deciding to simply hide your face in both hands. You could hear Hyunjin laughing the same way he had just a moment ago, and then you felt warmth on your shoulders, his hands placed on them as he dipped his head to try and see some part of your burning face.

“Aw, don’t be so shy, _____!” he teased “I told you I think you’re pretty so now you’re going to hide from me? That’s not fair!”

You whined into your hands, the noise coming out muffled but still making Hyunjin continue that beautiful laugh as he smoothed your hair back that had fallen in front of your hands that still covered your face.

“You’re...really...bold…” you said very un-boldly into your hands.

“Only because I’m pretty sure I know where you stand with me,” he chuckled.

Another loud whine that only made Hyunjin wrap his arms around you, holding you to him. God, you wanted to die then and there. Did he not realize this was making your butterflies worse?

“How?!”

He shrugged, “I’ve gotten pretty good at reading people over the years.”

“‘Over the years’? You’re talking like you’re some old man; you’re like, my age!”

You felt him move slightly away from you, keeping one arm around your waist while the one that rubbed your back moved away. You felt him trying to get between your arms and your chin to put his hand there, trying to guide your head up.

“Will you look at me already?” he asked in a murmur, his playful tone now so soft and almost gravely. It was a contrast, that was for sure, and it made you feel…a lot.

What made you feel even more was how he looked at you. His brown eyes bore into yours, faces inches apart. You could almost feel his breath fanning against your lips as you stared back and tried to control yourself internally. But you knew what was coming, and you knew what would happen after that.

As much as you wanted Hyunjin to kiss you like you were pretty sure he was going to, you knew what always happened. You knew it would be a lot – not just for you, but probably him – and that it would be very, very embarrassing. You also knew that it would probably effectively scare Hyunjin away, which you didn’t want.

But you also couldn’t find it in yourself to say no. You’d never been good at doing that, always wanting to be a people pleaser. You were never one to stick up for yourself or much of anything, really. So when Hyunjin leaned in ever so slightly, eyes flicking to your lips and then back to your eyes, you just tried to tell yourself to relax and absolutely not panic. But with the anxiety warming the pit of your stomach, and the way your hands trembled against his shoulders, you already knew that it was going to be a rough start, anyway.

Buzz.

A soft vibration against your thigh made you jump, but it didn’t seem to phase Hyunjin at all. He continued to hold your chin gently in his hand, keeping your gaze locked.

Buzz.

Someone was definitely calling you.

Hyunjin broke into a smirk, “You might want to get that.”

He dropped his hand and went back to drying his hair like nothing had happened, leaving you frozen for a second as you stared at the space Hyunjin used to be in front of you. You tried to get your heart to calm down and the feeling in your stomach to subside. But you also probably looked like a moron still just standing there, so you finally slid a hand into the pocket of your biker shorts to retrieve your phone.

Chan.

“Hey,” you answered the phone in a breath.

“Hey, I– Are you okay?” he asked. “You sound stressed.”

You glanced at Hyunjin, but he either couldn’t actually hear your friend on the phone, or he wasn’t showing that he could.

“I-I’m okay,” you replied, though you were not. You still felt nervous and shaky, like you’d just gotten off of a rollercoaster. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to play some Smash with me,” he said cheerily. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to really talk to you and I miss you.”

“Um, y-yeah, we can play. Just let me finish something real quick and I’ll call you back.”

“Awesome, I’ll see you in a bit!”

You hung up and put your phone back in your pocket.

“Roommates?” he guessed.

He definitely could hear.

“Yea–” you paused, thinking of something suddenly. “How did you know I’m not with someone? That could’ve been my boyfriend for all you know.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before turning to face you, “Well, if my girlfriend stared at some guy the entire time they were watching a movie, I’d be pretty pissed.”

Well, that effectively shut you up. All you could do was stand there and look at him, then down at the ground, then at the open bathroom door.

You looked back at Hyunjin and announced very bluntly but still quietly, “I have to go.”

“I figured,” he chuckled with a nod. “I’ll walk you out.”

So he did. He walked you all the way to the front door of your apartment, waiting for you to unlock the door. And then you turned back to face him, only to see him leaning against your doorframe with a casual smirk on his face that made that frenzy begin inside you again.

You wanted him to kiss you so bad, but you didn’t want to deal with the consequences or the aftermath.

“So will you actually reach out to me this time?” he asked, quirking a brow.

‘Well now that I know you think I’m pretty, maybe I will.’

“Maybe I will,” you smirked right back at him.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he winked before backing up. “Have fun with your friend.”

“Goodnight, Hyunjin.”

“Goodnight, _____.”

You closed the door and let yourself settle on cloud 9 for a moment. The hot neighbor thought you were pretty and openly hit on you. You might just have a shot despite what you thought.

‘But,’ you reminded yourself, ‘just because he thinks you’re pretty doesn’t mean he wants anything more than sex.’

Which was the harsh reality of ‘dating’ as an adult. Sex was nothing to a lot of people. Sex was something you did just once with someone or even on the first date with someone you were interested in being with. And it wasn’t that sex really meant much to you, it was just…you weren’t comfortable with it yet. And you were scared of having to explain that to Hyunjin because what if that was all he wanted? What if he thought you were a baby for still being a virgin? What if this, what if that?

Your phone vibrating in your pocket pulled you from your panic.

Christopher 🦘🧡: Reminder that we’re playing together

Christopher 🦘🧡: I assume you’re still easily forgetful lol

You were. Some things just unfortunately never change, and your memory was one of two things that you were feeling hopeless about changing anytime soon.

“You seriously bleached your hair?” Changbin sighed. “Why?”

Hyunjin shrugged, holding his phone at an angle so his friend could see him on their video call. He was honestly wishing he didn’t even answer Changbin’s call since he clearly was judging his choices, but he needed to tell someone about how he was feeling, and Changbin was basically his only friend, “I needed an excuse to have _____ hang out with me, and she seems too shy to go for me outright asking her to watch a movie randomly or something.”

“Is that the girl who moved in across the hall?” Changbin asked before shaking his head and closing his eyes. “Seriously dude, what’s gotten into you? You hardly know this girl and you’re bleaching your hair just to talk to her.”

Hyunjin’s cheeks were beginning to turn pink as he narrowed his eyes at his phone, “Alright, hear me out, okay?”

“‘She’s different, I can sense it’, I know. You’ve said it like, 15 times since you’ve met her.”

“Well it’s true! And you know I’ve never been wrong about my reads on people.”

Even though he knew the younger man was right, Changbin still sighed again, rolling his eyes, “Just because she hardly speaks to you doesn’t mean she’s ‘different’.”

“Well she clearly doesn’t know who I am, and she’s also just so… I don’t know, she’s not really like what I’m used to. She keeps to herself, she’s not bold or outright – I like it. So sue me for trying to pursue this.”

What, was he just supposed to ignore the cute, shy girl across the hall when he could try to, at the very least, make another friend that wasn’t the bellhops who worked nights?

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t go after her if you want to, I’m just saying it seems like a lot to fry your hair over a girl you’ve hardly spoken to the last month.”

“Well, jokes on you, because I made a move,” Hyunjin sang, sticking his tongue out at his friend, “and she liked it. So we’ll be talking a lot more…I hope…”

Changbin chuckled, “I am happy for you, man. Let me know how things go.”

“You’re always the first to know.”

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hydrangeyes · 7 months

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Blueberry eyes

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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edit Nov.8.2023: This is still by far my favorite one! just ughhhhhh this and the gojo one I made

Song makes me weak in the knees. Established Dabi x Male reader

waking up to a sleepy Dabi is the best imo

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You mumbles softly, feeling warm and content laying in your bed. Slowly your mind gets started and you move slowly to sit up, only to finally take notice of the added weight on you. Cracking your eyes open you almost melt seeing a slightly drooling Dabi fast asleep half on your chest.

The way the pink morning light made him glow softly, you could for once see the details of his short lashes. Without much thought you lean down and gently kiss his forehead, trailing soft kisses down to his cheek.

“Hm? ugh cut it out n/m..” Dabi grumbles, hand reaching up to pat your face away in a mock slap. You chuckle and nuzzle the top of his hair breathing in. “mm sorry to wake you, you just looked so cute all soft and relaxed.”

Dabi stares up at you with a half hearted glare, rolling over fully off you. “Sap.” He says making you laugh and try rolling after him. “Nooo little flame, it’s so cold without you.” you coo wrapping an arm around his waist. You were going to kiss his shoulder when you noticed a familiar f/c shirt.

See before you went to bed, Dabi wasn’t here. But you knew and were use, to him coming late into the night. Smiling gently you tug gently on the fabric “love it when you wear my clothes.”

Letting out a breathe Dabi turns to you looking annoyed, but you can see how pink his cheeks were and the soft edge in his eyes.

“You’re not gonna let me sleep are you?”

“I would if you were tired.”

Rolling his eyes, he nips your bottom lip smiling when you try to lean in for more. You pout a little, moving a hand up to cup his face and guide him into a slow deep kiss.

You both didn’t mind staying there for a while. Keeping the make out slow and deep. Dabi tugs at your hair a bit pulling a stunted gasps from you, and taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

After abit, you pull back softly panting. Dabi looks victorious at your dazed state, refusing to show how flustered he actually was. You look him over and without a thought cooed out something you both haven’t really said before.

“I love you.”

#x male reader #male reader #Dabi x male reader #Toya x male reader #fluff #top male reader

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anime-addict-362 · 11 months

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Tired Pt. 5/6

CW: NSFW, Female Y/N x Dabi, sub Dabi, oral sex (male receiving), overstimulation, deep throating, cum eating, penetration (male receiving), spit as lube, fingering (male receiving), crying (kinda)

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Dabi moaned both at the feeling, and sight of Y/N sucking his dick. It was only a minute and he felt like he was going to come.

Scratch that, he WAS going to come.

"Y/N," He moaned, head falling back. "I'm gonna come."

Y/N hummed and he tensed at the sudden vibration of it. He came in Y/N's mouth, eyes practically rolling back.

Then he realized Y/N wasn't pulling away. He didn't know whether to be relieved or not.

He said months ago he like overstimulation, and ever since, Y/N has done it randomly. Obviously this was one of those times.

He let himself fall back, unaware of how long he was gonna feel the hot feeling of Y/N's mouth. He hoped it was long.

He couldn't stop his hips tensing as she continued, taking him in farther, not daring to give him a chance to go soft. He also couldn't shut up.

He didn't bother to try and string together a sentence, just moaning and whining. Then he felt his dick slide into Y/N's throat.

His jaw dropped and he let out an opened mouth moan, that... Was truly embarrassing. But Y/N apparently liked it, by the moan she let out of her own mouth, vibrating his cock once again.

He practically sobbed at the moan Y/N let out, the sensitivity taking over. He just kept swearing, moaning, whining, doing his absolute best not to thrust into Y/N's throat while she was already doing so good.

Then a finger slid into his mouth. He knew she wanted him to suck, but he wasn't sure if he could. He tried his best anyway.

By the time she was pulling her finger away, his chin was covered in his own spit, and he was on the very edge of another orgasm. He couldn't talk, and he didn't want to come as deep in her throat as he was at the moment, so he pulled her hair, looking her in the eye as she looked up to her.

She just hummed again and he was coming on her tongue, and he felt his legs shake. His eyes did roll back this time, and he came louder than he wanted to.

He sobbed as that spit covered finger slid into his ass, slowly. "Fuck," He yelled out, the hand in Y/N's hair tightening.

Y/N pin pointed his prostate perfectly, and he let out a cry as she pushed into it. She pulled off his dick, and leaned over him, opening his mouth with her free hand. She kissed him messily, and he immediately felt his come in his mouth.

She continued to massage his prostate with the finger, and he could only cry into her mouth. It was too good, almost too painful, but he fucking loved it.

Y/N pulled away from his mouth, and he looked her in the eye. His eyes burned with the tears that wanted to be there, but they just weren't falling with the way his scarring was around his eyes.

"Y/N," He sobbed and she kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his chin, before laying the most loving kiss on his lips.

He tried his best to kiss back, but it was just messy and uncoordinated. "I love you," He opted for sobbing that out.

"I love you too, baby," Y/N smiled softly. "I love you so much, taking me so good, you're so pretty, you're so perfectly for me, babe."

Dabi nodded, feeling the third orgasm build up, very slowly. He started shaking his head. "I- I can't- It's too much-"

"Yes you can," Y/N whispered. "You're so close already, and you're doing beautifully for me so far. You can do it, come for me."

It only few times that he's able to come from just his prostate, but he was sure the overstimulation and sensitivity of it all was helping a lot.

So he nodded rough, bring a hand down to grab at Y/N's busy wrist, holding hard. It hit him harder than any of the other ones, and he was sure no cum came out anyway. He whimpered and whined, legs shaking hard.

This time, Y/N pulled away. He took a deep breath of relief, then huffed as Y/N landed on him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulder gently.

"You're insane," He grumbled, pretty sure his dick was numb.

"Thank you," Y/N yawned.

"No falling asleep, we have to get clean," Dabi groaned. "Especially you, you smell rancid."

"I smell amazing and you know it."

He smiles softly and kissed her, putting a hand into her messy hair to hold the back of her head. "I love you."

"I love you too, Dabi."

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rotten-pomegranate · 1 month

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Master list

Lots of these links take you to this blog because that’s just a blog of some of my fics from before I had a masterlist

my new fics are at the top and the old ones are at the bottom

Hunter x hunter

Feitan

reader is scared of hospitals

chasing reader through the woods

reader escapes forever

Yandere Feitan with a darling that likes that he tortures

Feitan making reader smoke weed | she’s allergic to it

what Fights with Feitan are like

drunk sex with Feitan

Really dark Feitan headcannons

How long it takes Feitan to trust reader after she escapes

yandere Feitan when reader escapes for years

Yandere Feitan with hybrid reader

Yandere feitan with reader that has wings

phinks

chasing reader through the woods

reader escapes forever

phinks making reader smoke weed | she’s allergic to it

How long it takes phinks to trust reader after she escapes

yandere phinks when reader escapes for years

Yandere phink with hybrid reader

Yandere phinks with reader that has wings

shalnark

yandere shalnark x pet reader

chasing reader through the woods

reader escapes forever

shalnark making reader smoke weed | she’s allergic to it

How long it takes shalnark to trust reader after she escapes

yandere shalnark when reader escapes for years

Yandere shalnark with hybrid reader

Yandere shalnark with reader that has wings

hisoka

hisoka takes chrollos kurta sex slave and “helps” her

telling hisoka he doesn’t have to use a condom

reader escapes forever

hisoka with a hybrid reader

dark hisoka headcannons

Hisoka forcing reader to get high | she’s allergic to it

How long it takes hisoka to trust reader after she escapes

yandere hisoka when reader escapes for years

Yandere hisoka with reader that has wings

illumi

yandere illumi when reader runs away and gets an abortion

telling illumi he doesn’t have to use a condom

reader escapes forever

illumi with a hybrid reader

Illumi headcannons

illumi forcing reader to get high | she’s allergic to it

How long it takes illumi to trust reader after she escapes

yandere illumi when reader escapes for years

Yandere illumi with reader that has wings

chrollo

chrollo makes reader get high and she allergic to it

chasing reader through the woods

chrollo keeping kurta as sex slave because he gets turned on by her eyes |Part two |Part three

yandere chrollo when reader won’t eat

yandere chrollo when reader is scared of sex

yandere chrollo with reader that doesn’t like sex

telling chrollo he doesn’t have to use a condom

reader escapes forever

chrollo with a hybrid reader

fluffy chrollo headcannons

How long it takes Chrollo to trust reader after she escapes

yandere chrollo when reader escapes for years

Pregnant reader escapes yandere Chrollo

Rough noncon with yandere Chrollo | aftermath

Yandere chrollo with reader that has wings

uvogin

chasing reader through the woods

Beast Uvogin x reader

uvogin making reader smoke weed

uvogin headcannons

Nobonuga

chasing reader through the woods

machi

chasing reader through the woods

Pakunoda

chasing reader through the woods

shizuku

chasing reader through the woods

kurapika

gets kurta reader from chrollo who keeps her las a sex slave

series

kurta darling

chrollo takes her as a sex slave | hisoka “helps” her | chrollo gets her back |kurapika gets her

my hero academia

shigaraki

really dark yandere shigaraki headcannons

dabi

short very dark yandere Dabi headcannons

Jujutsu kaisen

mahito

yandere Mahito x civilian reader

Sukuna

bully yandere sukuna x reader collage au | she gets stockholm syndrome

naoya

naoya impregnating his reluctant wife

gojo

yandere gojo x tsundrre reader

Short Yandere gojo headcannons

toji

sugar daddy toji

nanbaka (I don’t write for anymore)

uno

uno finding out why darling is in nanbaka

seitorou

seitorou finding out why reader is in nanbaka

imagines

imagine for Uvogin, mihawk, endeavour, gyomei, senami, hisoka, Sebastian, orochmaru, ryuk, buggy, all might, toji, Dazai, yami, Arlong here

#masterlist #hxh masterlist #jjk masterlist #nanbaka masterlist #writing #hisoka #Feitan #naoya #chrollo x reader #hisoka x reader #illumi c reader #hxh x reader

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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🪦Apocalypse 🔪

Bnha boys x GN Reader

Characters: kirishima,Bakugou,Dabi,Sero

Hi everyone! I’m back and this ‘story’ its extremely different from my others. It much more violent and metions some very sensitive and disturbing topics. So please read the warnings! I am very happy with how this came out but that being said it is still graphic. This totally wasint inspired by the Last Of Us becoming so popular and some other reading choices- yeah no….

As always request are welcomed!!

This story is a mix of head cannons and story’s!

WARNING: Blood,knifes,weapons, guns, Depiction of wounds, scars, Fight Rings, physical fighting,swearing

○ Kirishima ○

Kirishima first sees you working in the kitchen- or more so the makeshift one that’s used to feed the camp(compound).

You’re just humming, cutting carrots with this smile on your face. One of the little girls from the camp is sitting on the counter across from you. She’s both singing and talking to you- about some game she and the other girls were playing outside.

He’s just staring at you with these stars in his eyes as you hum with her. It for some reason makes the whole room feel cozy. Like the world hadnt just decided to throw a deadly curve ball. And instead, you’re working in a actual home and not a cement room.

He watches you, his eyes taking in the smooth motion of the knife. You’re good with it- like really good with it. You’re looking back at the girl, talk to her before looking back ahead, catching Kirishimas eye.

Kirishima is just standing in the doorway, his red (mostly black now! hair pushed up from his bandana. His gray shirt having small moth holes with the words RIOT chipping off. His dark blue jeans were stained at the knees and bottom leg. His lift arm had bandages from a wire cut.

He’s never met you before- you must be from another camp. Meaning you joined this one recently.

“Hey, Crimson Riot, you okay?”

Kirishima smiles, his chest bubbles and his cheeks get warm. His tanned skin hinted a light orange-pink.“You know those comic books?”

Kiri watches you pause mid-carrot cut, he can see the excitement in your face.

“Hell yeah, that was my childhood!”

“Bad words aren't good!” The little girl huff, breaking Kiri from the trance he just entered. Your so… bubbly.

“Shh let’s not tell Mama, k?” Kiri watches you pick her off the counter and place her on the ground. She pinkie promises you, whispering something about wanting a strawberry. And he watched in utter amusement as you hand her one from the counter. Her giggles echoing in the hall as she runs away with her treasure.

Kirishima and you remain, talking about comic books while he’s helping you cut vegetables and make the stew for tonight.

Slowly he keeps coming in and ends up singing songs with the little girl who always seems to be with you in the kitchen.

He finds out you’re from the compound in the south. It had been overrun by the undead due to the attack that had happened earlier that day. An attack by a gang. You had been by the river doing laundry when it happened. The gunfire and explosions- the undead weren’t the problems so much anymore, it was more so people. The undead second.

Kirishima held you the night you told him that, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you push your head into his chest. You both lay in his bed, a late night cleaning dishes brought you here. You’re in between his leg, leaning against his chest as you whisper out your venture here.

Kiri listens intently, his face barrier in your hair. When you go silent, he squeezes you tightly, whispering out comforts.

○ Katsuki Bakugou ○

Bakugou comes across you in the middle of a supply run with Mina

You’re alone- they can tell- and your huffing air. Your baggy pants hang on your waist and Katsuki can see glimpses of a striped tank top under your zip-up All Might sweatshirt from that old cartoon. Damn, you must be around his age considering the old branding on it.

They both stare at you as you swing your bat down on some poor fool. Pure anger and strength run through your body as you kick the man hard in the chest. Your breath comes out in puffs as you reach down, grabbing the man’s small handgun and disassembling it in an instant.

Bakugou watches in utter amazement from behind some bushes and trees. Mina at his side eyes the both of you. Bakugou remembers the feeling of his mouth going dry “I ant gonna join your shitty cult ya fuckin creep.” You spit at the man. Kat watches, seeing if you’ll go possibly to the final stage of your anger. Are you in control of your rage?

His heart twists as you stare down for a second more. “Now SCRAM. And tell that damn Erny I am not joining.” The man, who’s now sitting up slightly staring at you starts backing away- before full-on sprinting.

“Y’all want something?”

He remembered the look Mina gives him, her fading pink curls bouncing off her dark skin. The sly grin. Fuck.

Bakugous heart flutters a bit when he watches you teach the little kids about proper punching form- self-defense of course.

His cheeks dust prink when you coo at him, dragging your fingers across the back of his shoulder blades as you stroll past him.

God you drive him crazy, but he loves it.

○ Dabi ○

Dabi finds you in an abandoned building. You’re a patchwork of a person if he’s ever seen one. And that coming from him. His face and body were covered in burns from a fire that happened during the chaos of the outbreak. But you- you’re wrapped in bandages, bandaids, and a Cotton pads. You’re eyes are sunk in and you're pale. You’re bruised, and Dabi can see it peeking from your stained shirt collar.

Dabi watched you pathetically lift a handgun, your shaped lips parting to speak out

“I’m not fucking going back”

“No one’s gonna make your doll.” Dabi raises his hand when he hears togas feathery footsteps pad up to the room. A silent signal to say ‘stop’

“I don’t wanna go back.” you’re sniffling and Dabi feels a bit awkward watching it, believing your about to cry till he watches drips of blood fall from your nose.

He lowers himself to the ground and just slowly stalks towards you before he’s wrapping his tattered coat around your shaking form and picking you up.

You’re… different. For someone scared shittless when he found you, you’re incredibly snarky. You throw comebacks like candy and roll your eyes with annoyance at a certain comment.

He watched in utter amazement as you told Shigarki to shut up and later danced in the middle of the kitchen with Toga and Twice. It’s like you’re a different person.

Dabi doesn’t mind the days you switch tho. When you plop yourself next to him on the worn-out couch, shoving yourself into his side shaking slightly

He’ll sigh as tho he’s annoyed but open his coat for you. You'll shuffle closer, laid against him, his coat and arm around you. Those are the days you don’t do much.

You came from a Fight Ring. One where humans went against the undead for entertainment. Or even human against human.

Toga told him you fight like what she imagined a Viking would. Ruthless. He’s unsure if believed Toga when she says you’ve ripped the head off the rotten remains of a walker (a zombie) - expertly avoiding being bit.

That being said. You have bites on your arms. “They’re not infected.” That is all you say and Dabi just nods. He understands all to well. He’s seen those rings.

You where shaking when you told him, rage or fear he didn’t know. But you found your wrapped in Dabi coat, huddled into his side. His low hum the only indicator he’s listening as his palm fins your back.

○ Sero ○

Sero knew you before it all went to hell. You were both neighbors, grew up together as children and hung out when you were teens. You slept over a lot too. It started when you were middle schoolers, watching cartoons. High school had you smoking- that was hard to hide when his parents got home . And college had you both staying up late and studying. And now, you two sometimes sit together a little to be considered friends and talk in hushed tones. As if speaking to loud would break the fragile barrier you had.

Sero rememberers how you yelled for him, causing him to stubble down the stairs of his home and to the door to find you. Your in a pajama shirt and blue jeans. The remains of your other neighbor now is on your face. Blood splattered on your cheeks and chest from the heavy blast. A shotgun resting in your shaky hands. You look both scared and calm, but your breathing is sharp.

Sero currently watches you talk to Denki. Something about a new compound that may need scouting. You've grown so much in just a year or two. In ways, Sero sometimes can't comprehend.

“Mi Amor(my love)” Sero called and you turned. His smiles widens at your own bright one. Denki sees him too, waving his eyebrows before saying goodbye to you and walking off.

You and Sero are dating, and have been since 3ish months after it all started. During one of the scariest movements in your life, you had let out your confession. You, Bakugou, Sero, Denki, and Kiri had been patrolling for food but had come across some twisted people. Something happened, and in the end you’re group had been split up. It was you, Denki, and Sero trapped in a building. Denki had been knocked out, by a rifle butt. You stood at a window, rocking a rather deep slash on your arm. Between you and Sero, there was no real firepower.

“If we make it out of this, we’re going on a date.”

“What?”

“I think I still have some instant ramen in my pack.”

“I wonder if that old ramen shop will still have your favorite kind.”

“You mean the one we got kicked out of?”

“Yeah, that one.” Sero hummed looking towards you. “You wanna go there? I wonder if they still have those seasoning packets.” Sero, Smirked. Remembering the time you snorted the power of one by accident.

“Yeah.” You smiled at him warmly.

“Well, now we gotta get out of here.”

Sero and you danced in the middle of your kitchen. There wasn’t any music, just Sero humming to a song that wouldn’t ever end.

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xlovely-daydreamsx · 1 year

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xlovely-daydreamsx masterlist

a lot of you have been asking, so here’s my formal masterlist for all my fics ! i will be updating this as new chapters release

but first, here are my links if you’d like to support my work :)

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Patreon

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full-length fics

Black Lab (Yandere!Hawks x Reader x Yandere!Dabi)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

An Angel On My Shoulder And The Devil In My Heart (Yandere!Hawks x Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Ace of Hearts (Yandere!Zhongli x Reader x Yandere!Childe)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

IFHY (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

Chapter 1

headcannons and drabbles

BNHA

nsfw dabi and hawks / sex addict darling

shigaraki escaping darling

hawks top/bottom reader hcs

yandere kirishima and iida

yandere ojiro

Pokemon

yandere N and Allister (male reader)

yandere hop hcs

yandere leon and raihan / challenger reader

yandere milo and gordie

yandere sonia

yandere hau and gladion

Arcane

yandere silco hcs

yandere arcane women

yandere viktor / workaholic reader

Misc.

yandere steve harrington

ravenfire commission

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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Can you do mr.compress x female reader smut.

Soo reader has a bunny quirk, they're got floppy ears and cute white fluffy tail, mr.compress find them so hot and she's got very cruvy body. *plussize*

Soo I was thinking they're do like a magic trick roleplay type or maybe he's used his quirk in kinky ways😏💦 but I'm letting you be creative with the smut ^.^

Btw your fanfics are amazing😉- 🐰

Smut. 18+.

Hope you like this! I had a lot of fun with it!

You’ve been dating Atsuhiro, Mr. Compress, for several weeks now. It all started innocently enough. You’d noticed that he kept casually mentioning his former career as a stage magician, as if he really wanted someone to ask him more about it, but no one in the League had. One night you decided to ask him about it, mostly because you felt sorry for him, and he talked your ear off. Dabi and Spinner had both walked by at separate times and given you looks of pity, but you were actually interested in Atsuhiro’s stories. He had a way of making them all so dramatic, you wanted to hear more. This led to the two of you spending more time together, which led to a quick kiss before he left for a mission, which led to you spending the night in his room when he came back. All in all, you were happy together.

So a week before Atsuhiro’s birthday, you began planning a wonderful night for him. You ordered a special outfit and some props, and even decorated your room in a specific way and wouldn’t let him come in so as not to spoil the surprise. You were so excited that you spilled the beans to Toga, who seemed amused by the whole thing but had thankfully kept quiet about it.

Now the night is here. All your preparations are about to bear fruit. You put on the outfit you ordered and get in position in your room, then yell, “Ready!” to Atsuhiro, who is waiting outside the door.

From where you are, you can’t see him enter the room, but you can hear the door open and shut behind him, then his soft laughter as he no doubt realizes what you were going for.

The room is decorated to look like a stage, and there are various magician’s items placed around the area. In the center of the “stage”, is a giant top hat turned upside down, and you’re currently hunkered down inside it, only your white floppy bunny ears, a product of your Bunny quirk, visible as they stick slightly out of the hat.

Atsuhiro approaches the hat, but you call out to stop him. “Wait! Don’t look yet! You have to pull me out of the hat.”

He laughs again and says, “Alright. I’ll pull you out now.” You see his hand, the one real one he has, reach in and lightly grasp your ears. He’s touched them many times before, and has in fact seemed quite enamored with them, but there’s something thrilling about feeling him gently tug them upward, you rising along with them to stand up inside the hat.

When you fully come into view, Atsuhiro’s eyes widen and he releases your ears so that he can step back and get a better view. You’re dressed in a stereotypical “Magician’s assistant” costume, with fishnet stockings, a glittery bikini bottom, and a cropped jacket with tails that split apart to reveal your fluffy bunny tail. The costume is tight on you, accentuating your curves. On a thinner woman, the outfit would have been cute and sexy, but on you, with your large breasts and plump thighs, it’s almost obscene.

“Wow,” you hear Atsuhiro say, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He’s wearing casual clothes and no mask, as he normally does when not on missions for the League.

“Do you like it?” you ask playfully, hopping out of the hat and turning around so he can see how fantastic your ass looks in this outfit. You wiggle your bunny tail a little for dramatic effect.

Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, his hands groping at your curves. “I love it,” he murmurs against your ear.

You smile as you pull out of his grasp and turn to face him. “I thought you could show me some magic tricks first,” you tell him.

He looks around the makeshift “stage” and his eyes fall upon a large box that almost looks like a coffin. It’s a prop used to saw someone in half. He gives you a devious look and says, “Want me to split you in two?”

You blink, feeling heat rush to your face as well as your groin. Atsuhiro isn’t usually the type to engage in much dirty talk, but when he does, it’s hot as hell. You hop up to the box as he opens it, then you climb inside. “How does this even work?” you ask him, genuinely curious.

He shakes one finger at you. “No no, a magician never reveals his secrets.”

You’re lying in the box, and it’s such a tight fit that you can’t move a muscle. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and your feet are sticking through two holes at one end of the box with your head sticking out the other. Atsuhiro is standing over you, looking down with a heated expression, his eyes gleaming as he strokes your ears. Having him touch such a sensitive part of you while you’re completely trapped in the box sends shivers through your whole body.

He reaches toward the side of the box with one hand and your hear something click, as if a small door opened. Then, you feel his hand slide into the box and between your legs. You gasp and tense up, surprised by the sudden sensation of his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of the bikini bottom to stroke you through the fishnets. You can’t move. You’re completely locked in and at his mercy, and you’ve never been more turned on in your life.

You look up at his face, your own blushing as you breathe harder. He’s watching your expression with a smile, his fingers having found their way through the holes in the fishnets. You moan as he rubs your most sensitive spots, wishing you could arch your back but having no room to in this box. And then, he stops. He opens the box and looks down at you, watching your chest heave with your rapid breaths.

“Let’s make your top disappear,” he says.

You sit up and pull off the jacket, then unbutton the white shirt beneath it and toss it over the side of the box, exposing your large, round breasts. You climb out of the box, remembering that this is Atsuhiro’s birthday, and he’s the one who should be feeling pleasure tonight. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him and unbutton his pants, then pull his cock free. He’s already hard, so you close your lips around his length and slide forward until the tip hits the back of your throat and your nose is pressed against his torso.

Atsuhiro groans and grabs one of your ears, just a teensy bit roughly but not enough to hurt. He’s always been gentle with you, perhaps a bit too gentle. Just once you’d like for him to absolutely rail you while squeezing your ears so hard you couldn’t hear a sound. But, this night is about him. Maybe you’ll put in a request at your birthday.

You pull back, letting a string of saliva connect his cock to your mouth, then you extend your tongue and proceed to lick him like an ice cream cone for several seconds before taking him as deep into your throat as possible again.

He’s panting and groaning, lightly squeezing your ear with one hand and burying the other in your hair. This goes on for several minutes, and then he gives your head three taps, the signal that he’s about to cum. You don’t care. For tonight, you want to savor every part of him. You pull back just slightly, leaving your tongue on the tip of his cock so that when he shoots his load, it hits your tongue directly and splashes on your lips. You swallow it, then lick your lips to get the rest of it.

Atsuhiro looks at you with awe and lust in his eyes. Then, as if just realizing he was still gripping your ear, he quickly lets it go and says, “Sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You look up at him, still licking your lips clean. “Not at all. It felt good.”

“Really?” he asks, holding out a hand and helping you to your feet.

“Yeah. You can squeeze them even if harder if you want.”

His eyes shift downward and he asks, “What about your tail?”

“Yes! Squeeze it, pull it, do whatever you like with it!”

“And you’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”

You grin at him. “Maybe I like for it to hurt a little.”

He blushes and looks away for a moment, then his eyes return to your face. He reaches around behind you and grips your soft fluffy tail in his hand. Watching your eyes, he squeezes, gently at first, and then more tightly. Your tail is extremely sensitive, even more so than your ears, so you can’t suppress a moan.

Atsuhiro leads you over to your bed, and says, “Can I ask a favor?”

You’re so wet and horny, you’d do anything he asked right now. “Anything,” you say.

He lowers his voice, as if he’s almost embarrassed to say it, but the words come out anyway. “Get on all fours.”

The words hit you like a lightning bolt. You get on your hands and knees, your ass in the air. Atsuhiro climbs onto the bed behind you and rips a large, gaping hole in your fishnets. He rubs his hand through your hair, moving it down your spine, then stops at your tail and grips it firmly. You gasp in pleasure as he squeezes it like he did before.

His metal hand is holding tightly onto your hip and just as he gives your tail a hard squeeze, he pushes his cock inside you from behind. You cry out, “Ahhh! Atsuhiro!”

You feel him thrust in and out of you, using your tail like a knob to hold onto. It feels so good that you think you might lose your mind. After a while he leans over you, pressing his body against your back, and says, “I love you so much.”

“Ah… I love you too!” you gasp back.

He releases your tail to squeeze your ears, and then goes back to your tail again. The sudden shifting sensations are too much for you, and you climax with a moan. Atsuhiro strokes your hair gently as you press your face into the pillows, exhausted. A little while later, you hear him inhale sharply and then groan. He must have cum into a condom. He pulls out slowly, then moves beside you, rubbing your back as you shudder.

You roll your head over so that you’re facing him and smile. “Happy birthday, Atsuhiro.”

He smiles back. “Thank you for making it special. It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

#Mr. Compress x Reader #Mr. Compress #Mr. Compress x You #Mr. Compress smut #Atsuhiro Sako #Atsuhiro Sako x Reader #BNHA Fanfic

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hangesbrattyapprentice · 10 months

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Sleuths & Syndicates

Part 4

Detective! Aizawa x fem!reader

Mafia Boss! Shigaraki x fem!reader

˚✧₊⁎ find Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3 here ⁎⁺˳✧༚

CW- kidnapping, elements of dubcon, murder, psychological trauma, angst, explicit sexual content.

Shigaraki doesn’t know what he expected when he answered a call from Mustard, one of his newest recruits, but it wasn’t this.

“Don. The little lady wants to talk to ya. Says it’s urgent. ’salright if I give her the phone?”

His heart beats in his throat, but you sound fine when you’re on. Cheery, even.

“Tomura, what time will you be home today?” You lilt.

“The fuck kind of a question is that to call over?” He rasps into the phone.

“It’s just…” your voice dips low, cadence syrupy sweet. “Could you maybe bring me some bubble tea on your way back?”

He swallows thickly. The last time you asked for bubble tea, he very nearly transcended to a different plane of existence, so yes he’ll get you some bubble tea. Buy you a freighter full of the stuff if it’s what you want. He stays on the line when the conversation’s done, distracted by smutty thoughts of what could happen later tonight, but something on the other end catches his attention. He hears laughter, yours and the boy’s.

“That’s what was so urgent?” Mustard complains and you’re giggling.

“Shut up!” comes your voice, and then more laughter before the line goes silent.

Cracks form along the glass screen in his fist.

You’re dressed extra cute in preparation for his return. Nothing but thigh-high socks, cheeky panties, and a loose t-shirt that you’ve cut up to just barely cover your nipples and ass. Bored as you are here, you’re looking forward to this. But your grin instantly drops when you see Shigaraki walk into his room. He’s told the guard at the door to call for Mustard and he’s got one of his consiglieri in tow – the one with icy blue eyes and all the piercings. He’s smiling at you but his eyes have that look in them that makes your blood run cold.

Mustard is at the door before you’ve thought of something to say to break the tension. He asks if he can help with something. He can indeed, he’s told, and then Shigaraki pulls out his Colt 45 and shoots him in the middle of his forehead.

You catch yourself, not allowing your body to betray a reaction beyond the initial twitch from the shock. You’re sitting at the edge of the bed frozen in terror.

“Get that cleaned up, will you?” Shigaraki tells the consiglieri at the door, but the man’s looking you up and down, pierced lips curved in a smirk. Shigaraki bristles. “You wanna be next, Dabi?” to which the man laughs, heading out to get the required help. You’re left to stare at the dead body of the one person you’d felt remotely comfortable around in months.

Shigaraki’s regarding you like he’s seeing you as your own person for the first time. “Eh, Sunny,” he asks, finger cupping your chin to tilt your face up towards his. He’s still got the Colt in the other hand. “You’re mine, right?”

You’re shaking, fighting not to let your eyes glaze over with frightened tears. You bite your bottom lip and try to nod as best you can with him holding your chin.

“How many others’ve had what’s mine?”

At that, you can’t stop the tears from falling.

Part of you had given up ever getting out of here and had made peace with whatever may happen to you. But this changes things. It isn’t just you in danger anymore.

Shota, your mind screams. He’s going to kill Shota.

“I-I didn’t know, Tomu. I’m sorry,” you stutter, but he shushes you, stroking the top of your head with the hand that’s holding the gun. The metal’s warm.

“Names, Sunshine.”

You consider lying, but you falter. Your past relationships are easy enough to track down on social media, and while Aizawa doesn’t do socials, you two weren’t exactly a secret. Even the look Shigaraki’s giving you seems to say that he’ll know if you’re not truthful.

And surely, not even Shigaraki could get away with murdering a member of the police force, right?

“A-a-aizawa…” you whisper, after you’ve quickly mentioned the others. Shigaraki’s ruby eyes widen.

“Detective Shota Aizawa?” he asks, and your throat burns but you nod in confirmation. He’s chuckling, grin sharp and wide and humourless.

“You’re a badge bunny?” He chuckles. “Really, Sunshine, who’d’ve guessed?”

“I didn’t know, Tomu,” you wail, “didn’t know I was yours. I was so stupid. Please. It was only a couple of dates – it m-m-!”

You stop short of saying it meant nothing, not wanting to oversell the act.

“Well, this changes things, doesn’t it? You being a little cop-slut,” he punctuates the moniker with two patronizing slaps to your wet cheek. “I know the guy. Met him a couple times. Pretty cool, that Aizawa…” He’s quiet for a beat, seems to be considering something.

“You obviously think so,” he drawls, looking down at your small, flinching form and scratching the back of his neck. “You wanna go back to him?”

His voice becomes soft and you sob harder at the thought of being safe in Shota’s arms. You hadn’t let yourself think about him in so long. Knew you wouldn’t have the strength to carry on with your life if you reminisced about what it was like before, the happiness that you had been torn away from.

Above you, Shigaraki has asked a question, and you need to make him believe that you are his by choice.

Steeling your resolve, you leap up and throw your arms around his waist, hugging him tight underneath his blazer.

“Please,” you sob into his shirt, “please don’t send me away, Tomu. I’m sorry about the others. I don’t want to be with anyone else, just you!”

You’re nuzzling into his chest, hands grasping at him, pressing yourself fully into his strong frame as you whimper, “just you, Tomu,” over and over. You’re halfway convinced that he’ll shoot you right there or maybe drag you to Aizawa and then shoot you in front of him, but you feel him tuck his gun back into his belt. He brings his hands to your shoulders, resting them there for a second before slowly prying you off of him. His eyes are staring into nothing, thoughts far away.

That night, you sleep alone, and you’re disgusted with yourself for what you’ve become. You were forced to remember Shouta today, and it drags you back into a world that would abhor and reject the things you’ve done to survive, how you’ve adapted.

You are repulsed by yourself for missing Shigaraki’s cool touch, his head cradled in your arms, because he’s all you’ve got. You try not to think about what will happen to you if you lose his affection. Instead, you let your mind go where you haven’t let it for months. You think about Aizawa Shota.

You think about the last time you woke up with him beside you, and how there had been too few of those mornings in your life. He’d sometimes get one of his subordinates to babysit Eri so he could spend the night with you. And those nights, he’d be a bit different. He was always attentive and you could tell he loved being around you, but on those nights he’d be so much more relaxed because he knew he finally had time with you – just you.

Whatever you did for the evening, it always ended up with you both curled up comfortably on your couch (your cat occupying the opposite end, slightly annoyed). You’d tell each other stories and things about yourselves and just take the time to get to know each other. His chest would be so warm under your cheek and you’d feel the soft rumble of his voice as you rubbed your palm along the rippled expanse of his torso.

Maybe your thumb would inadvertently stroke over his nipple and you’d feel his abs tighten. Gentleman that he was, he’d do his best to carry on and pretend nothing happened. Until you happened to do it again…and again.

Then he’d stop mid-sentence and use the hand that was softly rubbing your arm to lift up your chin, making you meet his heavy-lidded gaze.

“Need something, pookie?” His lip would twitch, holding back a smirk.

Rubbing your thighs together, you’d nod up at him coyly. Sometimes he’d pull you in and kiss you senseless. Other times, you’d act fast and pounce on him, pushing his shirt up to his neck, flicking the tip of your tongue over his nipple and sucking on it like you’d been thinking of doing. Drinking in his low, soft gasps and choked moans until he slung you over his shoulder and carried you to your bedroom.

And because it was one of those nights, he would take his time. He would get to know every inch of you, worshipping each and every part of you, learning you. He’d kiss from your neck all the way to your fingertips. He’d palm both your breasts and alternate between your nipples, kissing and sucking them until you were close to tears with how good it felt. He’d spend long, so long between your legs, experimenting with all the different sounds he could pull from you with clever flicks, prods, slides…

His cock would be flushed and aching but you’d have to fight to flip him over and get your turn. And then you’d do your own exploring. You knew that Shota wasn’t one to be fooled by innocent looks. But you loved how you always made his eyes widen slightly with just how filthy you – sweet little you – could be for him.

Breasts squished against the tops of his thighs, you’d frame his shaft between them and admire how it throbbed, tongue peeking out to lick at the pre dripping from his slit every time it twitched toward you. He would grunt under his breath but would really let go and moan when you sucked on the sensitive flesh just under the tip. And when you hovered with your open mouth just over him, hot breath fanning over his silky, glistening length, he’d go wild.

Sex with him was always raw, intense. He’d be tired from endless days of overtime but when it came to being with you, he was a ball of fire. On those nights, that intensity would take on a whole other form. He would go hard and deep, but his girth would drag against your walls slowly. He was in no rush, after all. With every languid pull back, he’d unsheathe himself almost all the way before thrusting back into your hole hard, stretching it out so perfectly, filling you up so completely.

If he felt himself getting close sooner than he liked, he’d pull out entirely and then prod only his flared head in and out of your cunt, just past the tight first ring of muscles. The sudden, heavily contrasting emptiness and that teasing stretch – maybe a deft pinch to your clit – were enough to make you come undone. He loved watching how your pussy contracted around his cockhead, as if desperately trying to suck him in.

He loved interlacing his fingers with yours against the pillows, kissing you, making your knees touch your shoulders as he leaned over to catch your parted lips with his. He wanted you as close as possible when he came. Loved that you let him come inside you, that you insisted on it, even.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of Shota deep inside you, every throb against your walls like a flare burning you up from the inside out as he relinquished rope after rope of his white-hot release to you.

But you never told him that. You’d held it close to you like an ace you were looking forward to play when the time was right. Maybe on a video call a year or two down the line if one of you was out of town. Or maybe on the first night you’d both call the same place “home”.

He loved when you ran your fingers through his hair as he drifted off, when he finally, begrudgingly accepted the end of your day together and let himself rest. You found out, that one morning, that he loved when you woke him up with soft kisses littered across his shoulders and neck, so you’d made a mental note to do it more often.

You never got to do it again.

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