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moaning 'oh my god' while dabi fucks you to the stars only for him to grab your face and say 'im your god'. <3

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We can talk about how sexy this man looks

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#I’m having ill thoughts. #dabi <3

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Casually sleeping with Dabi for about six months now, it’s the longest fuck buddy he’s had since, well, ever. You’re going at it one evening and he’s on his way down from his post nut high when he exhales a little too loudly and softly vocalizes a very private thought: I love you.

You look up at him and ask what he said, still unsure if you heard him correctly. He sits up on the edge of the bed and grabs a cigarette before pulling some pants on. He tosses a casual “I said ‘I love being inside you’. Ya really know how to work a dick.” and lights the cigarette, not even bothering to wait until he’s outside.

It’s only when he tosses the butt on the ground and let’s out a shaky, final exhale that he realizes how close he was to unstoppering the feelings he’s pushed down for so long.

But he knows that if he keeps pushing everything away, eventually the fragile container holding it all will break, and who knows what will happen then…

#dabi <3

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I Know the End

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Reader: afab! Reader, she/her pronouns

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 18,653

Summary: Alternately, Eren returns from Marley and back to Paradis rather than going through with the raid on Liberio. When he returns, his spirit is low and his health is declining, but Reader helps build him back up despite it all.

Content: Canon-Divergence, Universe Alteration, More than Friends to Ex-Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Smut

Other Content: Reader gives Marley! Eren a nice bath, Nudity, Slightly Toxic Relationship, Mentions of Abandonment, Eren is sooo touched starved, awkward boners, Mentions of Separation Anxiety, strangely intimate, maybe a little bit of biblical symbolism but nothing drastic, Love Confessions, Semi-Public but not rly, Eren and Reader are both inexperienced

Content Warnings: Injury (Amputation, Eye Injury, Self-Inflicted, Starvation), Canon-Typical Violence, Smut (Masturbation Mention, Virginity Mention, Handjob, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Unprotected Sex, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Light Breeding Kink, Multiple Creampies), Potential Spoilers

Authors Note: Diamond Dondada - “She’s Back” [Freestyle] (0:01-0:09)

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#so beautifully written #I cry #nini’s recs

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TW: smoking, weed, suggestive?

Imagining getting absolutely out of your mind crossed on a rooftop with Dabi.

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He’s leaning against a corner of brick, smoke billowing from his nose when he laughs at a joke you made, the scarred skin underneath his eyes pulling tight as his eyes crinkle with laughter, hands clutching his side.

It wasn’t even particularly funny, but between the booze and the weed, his guard was lower than usual.

You enjoyed your rooftop adventures with the man for that very reason. It gave you glimpses of what he was like before he built all those walls, before his only dream was destroying his father.

You would’ve liked the old Touya, you think.

You take the moment to just look at him fondly while his attention is elsewhere, your own softer laughter bubbling up at the sight of his happiness.

He draws his legs up as he leans back, wiping his eyes with his thumb as if he’d been on the verge of tears, eyes settling on you warmly. He settles his elbow on one of his knees as he tilts his head to rest on his fist, studying you intensely as you take another long sip from the bottle of whiskey between the two of you, and he stifles a chuckle when you grimace at the taste.

His mouth quirks up in a gentle smile as he holds out the smoldering joint in offering after a moment, still held too close to his body for you to reach from where you sit.

You heave yourself forward onto your knees, body stretching to reach for the joint. The moment your fingers brush against his, he’s pulling back with a grin, holding it just out of your reach.

You frown at him as he presses the weed to his lips and inhales deeply, exhaling smoke away from you as you settle between his legs, arms crossed.

He takes in your pout and chuckles, leaning forward so that his face is inches from yours, his hand reaching to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His thumb is soft when it traces over the skin on your cheek, following a path to your bottom lip and you can’t help the way your pulse jumps.

He watches intently as he tugs it down slightly, wishing he could sink his teeth into it when it snaps back into place.

“Open,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb past your lips to press down on your tongue, your mouth widening immediately.

His eyes are hooded, from the weed or from the way you’re so obedient, so pliant for him, you’re not sure. He uses his other hand to inhale for a long moment before he leans forward and blows the smoke directly into your mouth, watching your eyelashes flutter and tongue pulse under his finger before he’s releasing you.

He slides a hand behind your neck as he chases the smoke with his lips, unable to help himself and slotting his mouth over yours easily as you lean into him. He half heartedly stamps out the joint to free his other hand, both coming to cup your face as he pulls you in closer.

You’re the first to pull away, when he guides your hands under his white shirt and the familiar feeling of his skin and staples beneath your palms snaps you out of your stupor. You’ve done this all before and you know that just like before, it’s going to end badly for you.

“Dabi,” you warn softly, his breath fanning out over your bottom lip as his forehead presses against yours.

“Touya,” he corrects, voice low. “For you, it’s Touya.”

You know you shouldn’t let him draw you back so easily, but when he leans in again, you don’t stop him.

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Chainsaw Man ED3 »» 「 刃渡り2億センチ 」 by Maximum the Hormone

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dabi always sits with his legs open when he slouches on the couch. every time you see it, you're half pissed off and half turned on. there was something so undeniably attractive about how he sits so... inviting... he's caught you staring from across the room on more than one occasion, and he always smirks in response. he'll tap the inside of his thigh to beckon you over, shifting to get even more comfortable. normally, you flip him off and turn away to hide the embarrassing flush on your cheeks, but today you feel like throwing caution to the wind.

dabi's eyes widen as you approach him, one eyebrow cocked as you kneel between his feet. "hm?" he starts, cold eyes peering down at you. "feelin' brave tonight, babe?" the smirk on his face one again makes you feel a mix of anger and lust. "don't be an ass, dabi." he chuckles at your remark and leans down, ring covered fingers gripping your jaw. "hey now. i've only been tryin' to get you to do this for months now, just know there's no going back." he whispers in your ear. you already knew that, but his words spark something dark deep within you. "better not be a waste of my time then." you shoot back, tugging on his belt.

"mh, that attitude's gotta go. nothin' i can't fix in time."

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genesis | hayakawa aki

this is part one of the series menthol.

PAIRING.  aki x bff fem!reader

PLAYLIST.  nightdrive + sesh

SERIES SYNOPSIS.  after a string of casual dating mishaps leaves you unsatisfied, you find that the grass is greener in the front seat of your best friend’s car.

PART ONE LENGTH.  5.5k words

PART ONE WARNINGS.  slight nsfw (18+, minors do not interact): fantasizing; vaping + smoking; aki is a Car Guy ™ so he drives a slammed car, teaches you to drive stick, and fixes a car up for you; reader and aki have a long history, reader is in makeup and a sundress, reader has a backstory and a personality; there’s a slight age gap (less than two years), but it’s exaggerated as a running joke between them.

A/N.  heavy nasty smut in the next part HEHE this one’s mostly just buildup <3 ENJOOOOYYY

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT.

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#IM RUNNING AROUND SCREAMING #IVE BEEN WAITING FOR DAYS #CANT WAIT TO READ THE REST #nini’s recs

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WHAT AB THINGS DABI DOES WHEN HES DRUNK. u cant ever make me stop talking about him mwahahaha

this has been in my inbox for ages so forgive me </3 but this is such a compliment !!!! its truly my life mission to make dabi rot in everyones brains

imo i dont see dabi drinking that often ??? like i know people hc him to be some big scary guy who does drugs and blacks out every other night to cope w his trauma....but idk i think hes a loser who has absolutely no coping skills. not even bad ones LOL he just raw dogs his mental illness. so its a rare thing to see him drinking/drunk and i dont have to many thots on this 

but i have a few....

CLINGYYYYYY Y YYY YY mother fucker. such a clingy little loser. him being drunk is literally just him fighting off his own soft side LOL like he tries so hard not to let it show but he just feels so warm and comfy ://// he just wants to lean on you and tell you how you make him feel all gross inside ://// he tries fighting it off saur bad. it’s a lot of him resting on you or cuddling you and then suddenly sitting up straight like ��

he has a very big sweet tooth when he’s drunk ??? i feel like a lot of people like typical “drunk food” like pizza, tacos, anything hefty and carb heavy. but not touya. he wants to eat a full store bought cake with florescent neon icing all by himself. he wants chocolate everything….pretzels, candy, cookies, literally anything. if he actually indulges on his cravings, he wakes up with a sugar migraine, not even a hangover one

hes really big on kissing when hes drunk, probably because it feels so intimate for him. like kissing is such a simple act that can be so versatile and can go anywhere or nowhere at the same time. so i think he likes feeling a little loose and tipsy and then kissing on you for a bit. it lets him be a little more vulnerable and explorative with his actions. it feels like a way to show that he loves you, without wanting anything more (plus hes a lightweight so when he gets hard and wants to fuck he’s borderline passed out anyways </3)

i think he laughs a lot more (which isnt saying a lot, he doesnt usually laugh unless its ironic or spiteful) but i see him w rosy cheeks and a giggly way about him. like he’s still himself...he still teases you with shitty comebacks. he still saunters over to where you try and reach something on the shelf and says ‘you look stupid’ but now, he giggles after it like a little kid who knows something they shouldnt. its one of the best parts of tipsy dabi !!!! getting to see him laugh 

#dabi <3

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HANDS SO TENDER — DABI

✶ summary: domestic fluff; bath fic + sick fic. dabi's never been good at accepting help, but when it comes you he's getting better.

✶ pairing: touya todoroki x gn!reader

✶ word count: 1,020

✶ warnings: domestic fluff >:), non-sexual nudity, mentions of eating/food, mentions of non-specified sickness/medicine. this spawned because. i wanna wash touya's hair and burrito wrap him like a cat. he deserves it. 🔫 love him >:( tagging: @atsumeii ; @tobiodose

“Think you’re getting sick.” Touya groans, his head lolling back against the couch cushions as you settle next to him. He can feel your fingers on his skin, skating through his bangs as you smooth them away. “You feel warm—warmer than usual,” the words are soft, concerned, spoken against his forehead. It makes him feel warm. Having someone be concerned for him. For someone to worry and care.

He huffs, “don’ get sick.”

Despite his petulance, Touya lets you poke and prod him, shedding his jacket and draping a cool cloth around his neck. Lets you smooth his hair back again and press your lips back against the feverish skin. Watches you with heavy-lidded eyes as you look him over, brows creased.

“Have you eaten anything?”

The thought makes his stomach churn, “no.” He feels guilty when you sigh, thinks that maybe he should have tried to eat something—toast or crackers—before you got home and found him curled up pitifully on your couch. 

Your fingers tangle with his own, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin of his palm as you think, “I’ll make you some toast—maybe check if I have any saltines in the pantry still.” The guilt ebbs away when you smile at him, all soft and adoring. 

“What about a bath? Get ‘ya out of these clothes.” He doesn’t answer, lolling himself towards you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, “please, baby? Then I’ll let you hole up in the bedroom watching horror movies and The Princess Bride for as long as you want.” Touya scoffs when you raise a hand, “scout’s honour.”

He huffs a laugh against you, scrubbing his face into your neck. You won’t, you’ll hover over him and hand feed him soup and awful-tasting medicine until he’s better and he can’t help but want it. A selfish little desire curling in his stomach, to soak up all your affection and worry.

“Shouldn’t have let you find out about that,” he nips at the skin of your jaw and you know you’ve won, letting your fingers tuck sweat-curled hair behind his ear. “Usin’ ‘em just so I cave—mean.”

“Not my fault you like it so much, pretty boy.”

Touya stands slowly, braced stubbornly against the couch to fight the dizziness before you—equally stubbornly—duck beneath his arm. He caves immediately, body slumping against yours even as he pouts, “I can walk, y’know.”

“I know you can,” you placate.

The bath’s warm, sweet and smelling of sandalwood, steam curling around his shoulders and bubbly water lapping at his collar. He’s easy to maneuver, following the soft warmth of your palms and eyes weighing heavy as you scrub at the flush of his chest. “Good?”

“S’good.” Touya’s quiet as he watches you, chin thunking against the rim of the tub as his whole body goes slack in your hold.

The shampoo—which smells overwhelming like you—is cool against his scalp and he can feel his eyes slipping shut under the repetition, soft strands coiled around your fingers and slicked back from his eyes. Soft contented hums as you comb through his hair, leaning into your touch and soaking up the affection.

He lets you tilt his chin when it’s time to rinse, one hand shielding his eyes from soapy water and the other tipping a cup of water over him. It’s something he brought home one day—a knockoff Jaws shark, clunky and impossible to drink from but you still kept it. Let it hold your—and his—toothbrush and take up space.

You do that with all his things, let him take up space. You’ve carved out so much room for him in your life, to let him be. Half your movie shelf was picked by him and you buy all the muted fruits he loves and let him have claim over half the bed despite him barely getting to sleep in it.

Touya feels you lean in, forehead knocking against his own softly and palms cupping his jaw, “I’m done.” You smile when hazy blue eyes meet yours, letting him nudge himself closer until he can kiss you. It’s simple, gentle and soft, but he feels himself shiver. He feels warm and safe, taken care of.

He lets you dress him too, bundling him in a fluffy towel and oversized sweats.

“Sit, gonna dry your hair so you don’t soak through my pillows.” Despite the warning he still glares at you when you ruffle a towel over him, nipping at the skin of your wrist, before settling into the bed. It’s nice—even though he’d rather die than say it—to be looked after, preened and soothed. 

It’s only after you have him bundled up on his side of the bed that his eyes open again, face cocooned by blankets and eyes dropping with sleep, “gonna let me hole up and binge watch now?”

“As you wish.”

You grin when he huffs, the corners of his mouth downturning to avoid his smile, “you’re a nerd.”

He’s already fighting sleep, head lulling minutely as he tries to keep himself awake. “You’re one to talk—now, scooch.” You don’t get in though, guiding him back into the pillows and tucking the blankets back under his chin. Then, seemingly pleased, you worm your way under him.

It’s quiet for a moment, nothing but the soft sound of waves and your breath—but he’s still awake. Stubbornly staring at your profile in hopes you’ll read his mind. You do. “Hey,” your fingers pause in his hair, tapping softly against the base of his skull. He hums against your sternum, making a show of cracking one, recently closed, eye to stare at you. “Kiss?”

“Needy,” he nips, propping himself up on an elbow, “now who’s gonna get sick?”

“Please, baby?”

He huffs again, eyes half-lidded and full of put-on annoyance, “really shouldn’t have let you know how much I like those. Nothing good ever comes from it,” he leans up anyways, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. And he lets you keep his cheeks trapped between your palms as he pulls away, kissing the tip of his nose and forehead.

“You know you love it.”

#dabi <3 #the way this made me smiling like a fool #nini’s recs

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You shake your head at the tall brunet.

His lips are jutted into a pout and those eyes-those beautiful green eyes are begging you to take his side.

But those pretty green eyes weren’t going to get you this time.

“Eren, babe, c’mon. You know the drill. 3 words, 8 letters—“

“And you’re mine forever!” His mouth stretches into a toothy grin and he takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles. “I love you, (Y/N). I’ll say it again and again. I’ll always love you.”

“Sweet. But no.” You release an exasperated sigh as you gesture to Jean who’s holding an ice pack over his black eye and glaring at your boyfriend. You chide, “Not those three words. Try again.”

It’s Eren’s turn to breathe a frustrated sigh. “Fine, only for you.

He turns to Jean, “I am sorry—“ You’re about to nod approvingly, almost beaming at your boyfriend that he was able to set aside his pride. Key word, almost. “That you’re such a bitch-ass horse face that you go tattling on me to my girlfriend or have to ask my sister to step in to fight your battles!”

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i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

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HAPPY CHAINSAW PT 2 DAY ⚔️⛓

#SJES SO PRETTY #AND COOL #MY GOD

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allegro non molto

dabi (touya todoroki) x reader

Rated M

word count: 5,100

summary: The visitor program was created to help rehabilitate villains. He has no idea how you of all people could fix him – but then, maybe fixing him isn’t your goal.

[hurt/comfort, dabi-centric, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, dabi and reader bond over being members of the bad dad club, obsessive dabi (but in a nice way), names as an agent of identity, mutual pining, dirt talk]

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His stay is marked by nepotism. A shortened sentence, nicer accommodations. He gets to keep his staples, even though the prison doctor wanted them replaced with something with less potential for weaponization. He has extended visiting hours for every one of his do-gooder family members wanting to reconcile. And he gets – whatever this is.

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#nini’s recs #dabi <3

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LOVE IS COMPROMISE (touya todoroki x reader) (wc: 1.1k+)

a/n: a silly and sweet little concept inspired by this hc

“It is a kind of love, is it not?

How the cup holds the tea,

How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare”

- The Patience of Ordinary Things, Pat Schneider

Touya is beginning to think that life isn’t made up of the ground crumbling moments—the ones that leave him writhing and thrashing in the middle of the night. The one’s that suffocate him to think about, leaving his chest wrung out like a damp towel. 

He thinks it’s more so the small moments, the ones that leave him breathless with their confidentiality and closeness, that mean more to him than whatever horrors happened in the past. 

Living with you comes with a lot of normalcy—tiny, intimate moments that are easy to over look. Things you don’t really think about when imaging a future with someone. Taking turns washing and drying dishes, remembering to turn the lights off when leaving the house, bickering over what to watch on television.

Touya can’t remember the last time he watched an episode of television. A part of him feels like he shouldn’t be sitting parallel to you on your worn-down sofa, allowing himself something as silly and sweet as indulging in a false reality for thirty minutes plus commercial breaks.

“What do you wanna watch?” you call to him as you settle down on the opposite end of the tiny futon. You mindlessly pick away at the loose strings from the seams of the armrest, like a cat shredding curtains or a blanket. 

Touya’s head is thrown back onto the headboard of the couch. He makes no move to let his eyes stray from the ceiling—maybe he’s counting the groves in the spackle as punishment. To atone for his sins with boredom, denying himself the pleasure of a casual intimacy.

He drawls, tone blasé, “Don’t care, just put somethin’ on.” 

Paying his disinterested comment no mind, you channel surf for a bit, passing countless amounts of thirty minute segments. Some reality show following teenage pregnancy, a dating competition consisting of contestants with funny accents, a sit-com of a hectic family with an unbelievable amount of children.

Eventually, you land on some repeat of a game show, one with fill in the blank letters and contestants asking to buy vowels.

It takes Touya about three seconds to register the sound of the buzzer and the nasally voice of the show’s host for his head to be jolting upwards.

“Not that.”

You snort at his quick response, impressed with how quickly his nonchalant attitude seemed to change with a simple show.

“But you said—”

“Gimme that,” he grumbles, snatching the remote from your hands with a quick swipe of his arm. 

He doesn’t spare a glance at your disgruntled reaction, far too focused on getting the brightly colored gameshow set off of the television screen. He simply ignores you, continuing to scan the television guide and surf the channels for something more his taste. 

“Mean,” he hears you mumble out from behind your pout before further sulking into the couch cushion, arms crossed and brow furrowed. He knows that your feelings aren’t actually hurt, that it’s merely a faux statement of mild irritation, but he still tsks as he crawls his way over to you. 

“Only for you,” he teases as he plants himself over your lap, his head resting on your chest as his legs sprawl out over the rest of the sofa. You naturally open your arms for him, letting him get comfortable in your hold as the two of you settle into the newfound position. 

Touya eventually decides on some silly horror movie from the 80′s, one where the protagonist is babysitting and the killer somehow knows her whereabouts at all times. The shitty acting and choppy cinematography makes you laugh underneath your breath a few times, but manages to do an alright job of keeping your attention.

Your fingers find themselves mindlessly running through the white tuffs of Touya’s hair. It’s a lot softer now, without all of the shitty dark box-dye—it smells a lot nicer too, now that he washes it regularly and uses your (rather expensive) lavender shampoo. 

Time passed between your intertwined limbs and head rubs. More than half of the movie is over when you’re brought back to reality with a strong urge to stretch your legs out. 

With a quick glance over of the screen, you gather that movie must be nearing its end, based on the high pitched violins increasing and the protagonist’s monologue going on for over a minute now. 

Touya had closed his eyes a long time ago—around twenty minutes into the film being turned on—as he laid on top of you with evened breaths and fluttering eyelids. 

You knew he was asleep, and you wanted to let him rest—it was rare for him to sleep through the night these days. You wanted him to relax in your hold, to know that it’s okay that he lounges, that he takes care of himself. 

You sigh, finally bored with the movie as you quietly pick up the remote control that sits between Touya and the edge of the couch. You cruise through a few channels before landing on some children’s baking show. Entertained by the change of pace, you watch their tiny hands mix batter and roll out fondant for about thirty seconds before you feel a gritty complaint vibrate from your chest.

“I was watchin’ that,” Touya growls from where his head rests, voice far too rough with exhaustion for someone who was supposedly awake and following along with the plot of a film. 

“With your eyes closed?” you entertain his childish quip, hands returning to his hair. 

He moans out a gruff mhm, before grabbing the remote from where it balances on your leg and putting the movie back on—all without as much as lifting his head from the warmth of your torso. 

You remove your hand from his hair to flick his forehead with a rough snap.

“You’re annoying,” you grumpily conclude. 

“You like me that way,” he’s quick to return, grabbing the hand that just flicked him and pressing a gentle sloppy peck to the heel of your palm. 

“Guess I do,” you grumble back, feeling Touya chuckle at your measly defeat.

There has to be maybe ten minutes left of the film now, as the killer had presumably died in the final battle, but alas, the police report that no body was found. 

You feel Touya’s sighs start to become deeper again, more relaxed as the film wraps up. You scoff and readjust yourself to look down at him—eyes closed once more with a slight smirk spread across his face. 

“Next time,” you pat his shoulder, rubbing a few circles on the calloused skin as you continue, “I get to pick the movie and fall asleep on you.”

Your boyfriend’s response pleasantly surprises you. 

“Deal.”

#nini’s recs #this was so sweet ;__; #dabi <3 #my beloved