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thesakuragarnet · 5 months

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When we're staring at the ceiling

Summary: Pro Hero Dabi receives a phone call after work.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: swearing, Villain!Hawks (his alias is Talons), Hero!Dabi, DabiHawks, heavy smvt, Dabi and Mirko are roommates and besties, enemies to lovers, forbidden love/secret relationship

Part of my Hero!Dabi X Villain!Hawks series

Word Count: 1,372 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: praise k!nk, ma$turbat!on, sub Dabi, d0m Hawks, ph0ne s3x, d!rty talk, begging, light dom/sub

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Pro Hero Dabi was absolutely exhausted. He’d spent all day doing press interviews regarding the recent villain uprising, but, luckily, his best friend and roommate Mirko decided to take care of the rest of the PR for the night, leaving him to come home to their empty apartment. Toya kicks off his boots, closes the door, and trudges off to his bedroom. Once inside, he unzips his Pro Hero suit jacket, letting it fall in a heaping pile to the floor. He tears off his undershirt, throwing it in a ball into the corner laundry basket.

BZZT!

He pulls his phone out of his pocket to see a call from “<3”. Toya groans, kicking off his pants and putting his phone flat on the nightstand before practically face-planting onto his bed. Talons was calling him…formerly known as Pro Hero Hawks…unknown to the public as Dabi’s on-again-off-again lover. They never really ever broke up…never really ever put a label on their forbidden relationship…just sometimes were a little rougher during their altercations or went weeks without speaking or seeing one another. Talons was a very powerful villain in the Underground…and Dabi knew if he wanted him dead, he’d have done it himself already. Toya sighs, face buried in his pillow, preparing to fall asleep.

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!

Toya grits his teeth before grabbing the phone and answering it.

“What do you want ?!” He grumbles, his voice raspy and dry from talking all fucking day. A familiar titillating laugh pours from the speaker, and it sends chills down Toya’s spine…straight toward a certain something.

“I’m sorry, am I bothering you? I couldn’t help but watch your Commission routine you put on for everyone,” Talons’ voice is smooth, and Toya rolls over on his back, staring at the ceiling as he puts the phone on speaker and rests it beside his ear on the pillow.

“I’m tired ,” Toya replies curtly, balling up his fists.

“Poor little hero is exhausted from so many questions? How tragic,” Talons murmurs patronizingly, another chilling laugh oozing from the speaker.

“You remember how they used to drill us,” Toya retorts, eyebrows furrowing, and Keigo Takami sighs on the other end.

“You know…I just wanted to tell you…you did such a good job performing in front of the cameras, firefly,” He grins, his voice hushed and intense.

‘Ah…so that’s why he called.’

Talons was no stranger to Toya’s very touchy praise kink. The Pro grew up with so little, that even the slightest bit of praise from a romantic interest was enough to make him swoon. The burned-out gifted kid to praise kink pipeline was real, and Keigo knew just how to take advantage of it. Toya freezes, breath stuttering in his chest when he processes Keigo’s words as his heart skips.

“R-really?” He blushes, suddenly wide awake.

“Mhm…really,” Keigo trills, his voice laced with flirty tension. “You know…You’re so fucking gorgeous. All I could think about while I watched those interviews was how much I wanted to kiss you until you’re fucking breathless . You had your jacket unzipped in that low shirt…such a goddamn tease and I love it. If only those cameras got a shot of your ass in those pants,” Keigo sneers, and his words go right to Toya’s cock. It doesn’t take long before his hand snakes down his body, fumbling to free his erection from his gray boxers. Toya huffs, silently hoping that he’ll say more as wraps his hand around his dick, slowly stroking himself. He’d had such a rough day…this seemed like a valid solution to help him sleep better.

“Damn, even if they did. Nothing compares to the real thing up close and personal. Skin so soft. Hole so tight. Eyes so pretty,” Keigo continues, intentionally egging Toya on. He’s well aware of what he’s doing to the Pro Hero.

“You think I’m pretty?” The needy question blurts out of Toya’s lips impulsively, and Keigo’s dark chuckle makes his eyelids flutter.

“My pretty little firefly. Strong. Sexy. Smart…just not as fast as me,” Talons teases.

“N-no one’s as fast as you,” Toya laughs half-heartedly, his voice cracking as he tries not to groan. His hand is soaked in precome as he lazily jerks himself off.

“Are you touching yourself yet?” Talons asks playfully… knowingly . Toya gulps but doesn’t stop. They’d done this before.

“Y-yes,” He stutters, chest aching for more praise…for more sweet words from Keigo.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir,” Toya nods his head vigorously even though he knows the villain can’t see him.

“Good boy.”

‘Oh fuck,’ Toya’s thoughts melt into pools of lust and desire as he bites his lip, trying to stifle his own noises of pleasure.

“You’re being so good right now for me, Toya. Lemme hear that pretty little voice of yours, yeah? I know Mirko isn’t home with you. Why don’t you be a good boy and take advantage of that?”

The moan that rips from Toya’s throat is loud and long, and his cock throbs in his hand. His other arm comes up to rest above his eyes, almost like he’s embarrassed, cheeks hot and flustered as he starts to sweat. Dabi’s so turned on it should be illegal, and it feels like an aching burning in every fiber of his body. He needs it. He craves it. The pleasure has a chokehold on him, and it’s intensifying with every single praise that falls from Keigo’s lips into the phone.

“Atta boy. Fuck , I wish I could be there with you right now, baby,” Talons groans, his voice gravelly and… needy .

“ Oh, Kei~go~...mmmm~, ” Toya whimpers, mouth hanging open and breath hitching as he rolls his hips into his hand, squeezing it just the way Keigo does. What he wouldn’t give for Keigo to be pumping inside him right now…for his lips to be on his skin…for his hands to be in his hair.

“If I was with you…I’d be fucking your brains out right now. Might even break your headboard. Would you like that? Do you wanna feel my cock stretch you open? Do you wanna feel my teeth on your neck?” Keigo rasps, his voice getting lower and breathier, making Toya think that he’s not the only one masturbating.

“ Please ,” Toya begs, feeling hot tears well up in his eyes at the emotion as he arches his back, thrusting wildly into his grip.

“ God , you’re such a good fuck, Toya. You’re all mine. My perfectly imperfect little hero…so fucking sexy with those desperate moans of yours,” Talons grunts; breathy pants between his words further confirm Toya’s suspicions.

“ Ah~ffffuck me, Keigo !” The hero wails, his orgasm building up in the pit of his stomach as he gets light-headed.

“I will, baby, I will. Oh, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think. You’ll never be able to forget it,” Keigo sighs, voice breaking off into a horny whisper of his lover’s name.

“C-coming- Kei -gonna come so hard,” Toya blubbers, tears falling down his cheeks as drool drips down his chin.

“Come for me, firefly,” Talons commands, his voice harsh but coated with devotion. That’s all it takes, and Dabi screams like a porn star, his red, overstimulated cock gushing white all over his hand.

“ Fuck !” Keigo chokes out just loud enough for Toya to hear beneath his sobs, signaling that his orgasm caught up with him on the other end of the phone. Toya breathes hard, exhausted, high-pitched, soft moans peppered within each exhale. He releases his grip on his twitching cock, cringing at the feeling of his own seed all over his hand as he comes back down from the high to reality. He’s alone in his bed. Keigo isn’t here to cuddle him after.

“Mmmm…maybe I’ll go have my minions keep Miss Mirko busy…then I can head over there…and put words into action,” Talons murmurs darkly, sounding just as blissed out as Toya. The Pro’s heart skips a beat.

“Promise that she’ll win,” Toya blurts, and he hears Keigo groan in reluctant defeat.

“You have my word, firefly. You better be stretched by the time I reach your window.”

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andersunny · 4 years

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because what’s the fun in having clean lineart if you can’t immediately destroy it with world’s messiest lighting test

#am i doing all this work just so i could put dabi in those pants?#no comment #dabi #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #wip

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angelamajiki · 3 years

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Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

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silversatoru · 3 years

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Hi love! ❤️

Mkay so like.... Suguru walks in and finds out his gf has a cam acc- and just like straight up ruins her online

This has been on my mind all day but idfk how to write it

a/n: AHAH hey babe!!! this concept is 😌👌 so i hope i did you proud w this. also if ur really into the whole getting-ruined-online concept and you fuck w dabi may i recommended @katslutski ‘s smile for the camera series; it is one of my favs

getou suguru x f!reader

tags/warnings: masturbation, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, filming, facial, mild bondage, mild overstimulation

w/c: 1.4k

you rubbed your clit in rushed circles, projecting a cluster of fake high-pitched moans and arching your back for the camera. it really didn’t feel that great, but you were damn good at pretending it did — and the cash was flowing in as a result.

you could see the notifications of donations and new patrons popping up on the side of your screen and you let a soft sigh of satisfaction leave your lips. these fuckers were so horny that they’d send you stacks of their income just to see you fondle your cunt — pigs.

between the blood rushing to your ears from your approaching orgasm and the soft music playing through you room you didn’t even notice the sound of your front door opening. you were completely unaware of your boyfriend’s presence in your home until he was standing in your bedroom doorway — a confused but amused expression across his face.

“am i interrupting something?” he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“suguru! i thought you were busy today, i-” you scrambled to explain yourself and grab a sheet from your bed to pull over your exposed body.

“plans changed,” he shrugged and cut you off, entering your bedroom, “maybe you should start locking your front door when you’re doing shit like this”.

you stared at him with horrified eyes, worried that he might break up with you for this kind of thing — he didn’t seem mad but he definitely wasn’t happy either. you quickly lunged for your laptop/camera set-up, attempting to end your livestream, but suguru moved quicker. he grasped your wrist in his strong fingers and looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“leave it on, doll,” he purred at you, releasing your wrist and pushing you back towards the bed, “go ahead and finish the show for them”.

completely stunned, you fell back onto your elbows and gave him a hesitant look. it’s not like you were embarrassed or anything— shit, you did this like every day, but you were severely confused by his reaction.

he nodded at the computer screen with hazy eyes, “they’re waiting. why are you so shy all of the sudden? you should be used to having an audience”.

after a final moment of hesitation you leaned back, fingers returning down to your clit to resume where you’d left off. it was a little more awkward with suguru watching, but the way he was ordering you around was kind of hot, so your stiffness quickly faded.

and you knew your body well, what worked and what didn’t, so it was only a matter of minutes before you were rocking your hips into your hand and letting exaggerated whimpers slide between your teeth. the orgasm was mediocre at best, but you had to dress it up and wrap it in a bow for your precious patrons.

at some point during your little show suguru had rid himself of his clothing and was now climbing into the messy sheets with you.

“let me see your hands,” he stated blankly, his fingers gripped around the belt that had been looped through his pants just a few minutes ago.

“this is live you know,” you gave him a concerned look — you were confused but not opposed, holding your hands out behind your back.

“oh, i know,” he took care in gently wrapping your wrists together as tight as the belt would go and then helped you onto you knees.

the duskiness of his eyes filled you with a splendid mix of fear and excitement, but before you could even get a good look you were being shoved into the bed.

“put your face in the pillows, doll,” he ordered lazily as you faceplanted into one of the several pillows at the head of your bed.

his strong hands were quickly gripped around your hips, the tip of his rock-hard member brushing teasingly against your entrance. you were already practically dripping, the sticky liquids from your earlier orgasm still glistening around your edges. it made his access easy, his aching cock sliding with little effort.

“let’s show all of your fans how much of a dumb cock-whore you become when i’m inside you,” he thrusted using hard, firm strokes right from the start.

and of course he was absolutely right — you lost any inkling of a coherent thought once you were stuffed full with his length. you moaned, whimpered, and squirmed underneath him like the pathetic little cam girl you were. but with suguru, none of your performance was a façade — he truly knew how to make you melt under his touch. and melted and useless was exactly how he liked you, so he had every intention of fucking you dumb in front of your audience today.

and that’s exactly what he did. it was his own foul way of punishing you; turning you into a drooling cum-slut who had completely forgotten she was being broadcasted live. if you wanted to be a whore for a living, he’d show everyone just how much of a whore you were — but only for him.

you’re not even sure how long it’s been — all you know is that you’re orgasming for the fourth time; or was it the fifth? sixth? you’d lost count somewhere along the way.

dull waves of pleasure racked through your body and sent quivers under your skin. you whined and wriggled, murmuring incoherent babbles as you rocked your hips back and forth on his cock to milk the most out of your climax.

“that’s five times, baby,” suguru’s voice sounded miles away, “my dick feels good inside you, doesn’t it?”

you thrashed your head up and down against the pillow, mumbling the word yes over and over as your body twitched from overstimulation. glistening mixtures of fluids were squelching out as he continued thrusting into your cunt, some dripping all the way down your legs.

and he didn’t let you take any breaks — nonstop fucking you even while your pussy was throbbing with sensitivity. the overstimulation was excruciating, and you were a complete mess of trembles and whimpers.

“so pitiful,” you heard a dark laugh rumble from his throat, “there’s thousands and thousands of people watching you be my disgusting little fuck-toy right now, and you’re just gonna keep taking it, aren’t you?”

you weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly. your brain had short circuited a while ago, and you were just absent mindedly nodding your head and mumbling agreements to everything he said. the pillowcase beneath your head was nearly soaked in saliva now too, your feeble mouth hanging open while drool continued to seep from the corners of your lips.

“i think i want you to finish me with your mouth, doll, how does that sound?” he slowed his pace, pushing lazy thrusts into your hips while you mindlessly nodded your head again.

“pathetic little baby; you have no idea what i’m even saying to you right now, do you?” you heard suguru laughing from behind you; but all you could manage in response was a few scattered whimpers.

he abruptly unsheathed himself from inside you, and strangled whines escaped your throat at his sudden absence. no! more, please, please, suguru please, you murmured with an embarrassing lack of control and your boyfriend couldn’t do anything but laugh at you in your shameful state.

“turn around and open those pretty lips,” he reached down and helped you to flip over before straddling your chest and pressing his hot, sticky member against your lips.

you opened them graciously, too braindead to even notice the bitter taste of his precum mixed with your own fluids. he mouth-fucked you with obscene force, the walls of your throat painfully expanding every time he thrusted in. you choked and sputtered, drool leaking down your lips and all over your chin.

when suguru’s own orgasm was right on the cusp he removed himself from your mouth and sprayed his seed all over your face. from your forehead to your chest you were coated in sticky globs of semen, and you sucked down the drips that made it into your mouth like they were liquid gold.

“lets see how many of your precious viewers come back after this — now that they saw you disintegrate into the helpless little cum slut that you are, now that they know you’re mine”.

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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If the ficlets are still open can I request the “ride me like the little slut you are” noncon scenario with Dabi. Feel free to make it as dark as you can possibly go. Thanks bud and I wanted to say I love your work.

Dabi/F!Reader: "Ride me like the little slut you are."

TW: Noncon

____ could still hear those people's screams--and her own--ringing in her ears as Dabi roughly dragged her by the arm back into his hideout. The smell of burnt flesh and smoke left her feeling like she was going to vomit, and when Dabi slammed the door and pushed her onto the ruined couch she could smell the stale fast food wrappers scattered throughout his apartment.

"So, did you really think I was all talk?" Dabi's voice was eerily chipper. ____ had shut her eyes as she desperately tried to push what had just happened out of her head. "Or wait. Maybe you thought you'd be lucky and flag down a Hero before I'd realized you'd snuck out. A knight in shining spandex to rescue you from the big bad Villain." He stepped closer to the couch and watched her cower with her eyes shut as she curled up in the fetal position. Fuck, she was already cute, but seeing her shiver and trying to stifle her quiet sobs made her downright delectable. Dabi licked his lips and leaned over the top of the couch; he was furious with her for trying to run away after managing to pry open the window he'd failed to weld completely shut, but it was worth it if he got to see her like this.

____ heard Dabi's voice grow closer and immediately froze up. "If you were lucky though," he mused, "You wouldn't have wound up with me in the first place." She sniffled and felt the lump in her throat become heavier as she tried not to cry; she couldn't show that weakness to him, not unless she wanted him to immediately turn it against her. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't.

Dabi saw her shut her eyes even tighter and turn her head away from him in a futile attempt to hide. He reached down to touch her, and the moment his rough fingertips touched her cheek she took a sharp intake of breath. "Sweetie," he said, as soft as it was condescending; it was like he was a parent comforting a child who'd just been scolded. He rested his hand on top of her neck as he caressed more of her soft skin. "Look at me."

____'s lip wobbled until she bit it to keep it still. After a few seconds she cautiously opened her eyes and looked up at her captor. The smile on his face was something she'd never seen before. It looked barely human, with no trace of warmth as his staples and skin split and cracked while his eyes shone with a quiet but blatant anger. All traces of resolve inside of her slipped away, and as she felt him caress her neck again she immediately felt tears start to stream down her cheeks as she started to cry. Dabi, however, just kept smiling. "See? That wasn't so hard. I know you can be a good girl."

His grip on her throat immediately tightened and her cries turned into hysterical sobbing. "Now, show me how good you can be," Dabi said firmly. He climbed onto the couch and kept his grip on ____ as he pulled her onto his lap; now she was shaking and covering her face as she cried, too terrified to even attempt to move off of him by an inch. "Look at me again," he ordered. His nails dug into her skin and he grabbed one of her wrists with his other arm. "Look at me. Now."

A bit of spit flew from ____'s lips as she jerked her head downwards after his grip on her throat tightened. She slowly set her hands down to rest on her thighs, and her fingers trembled. She blinked away her tears and forced her gaze to meet his, and she sniffled as she bit her cheek to keep from crying harder. Dabi let go of her throat and put his hands over hers; he led them to the waistband of his pants and squeezed them. "Pull these down and play with my cock until I tell you to take your panties off," Dabi commanded. "And after that, you're gonna ride me like the little slut you are."

____ wiped the tears off of one side of her cheek with the back of her hand before hastily unbuttoning Dabi's jeans and shoving them and his boxers down. The musky scent of his sweat combined with the faint smell of burnt flesh and antiseptic made her eyes water. She hated when he touched her no matter what, but she especially hated having to put her mouth on his cock; as if being raped by him didn't disgust her enough, she had to taste the filthiest part of him and swallow every drop after he'd finished violating her throat.

His cock was already starting to harden from seeing her cry and shift around on top of his lap. When she gingerly curled her fingers around his length, he let out a pleased little murmur as his cock twitched and he started to thrust against her hand. "That's it, that's it," he sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair and then grabbed ____'s wrist; she whimpered in fear at the sudden movement and he grinned. "Gimme a kiss," he ordered. "And tell me how sorry you are."

____ swallowed the bile at the back of her throat and lowered her head to give Dabi a quick peck on the lips. He grabbed the back of her head as she moved back and shoved his tongue into her mouth, muffling her cries of protest as he continued to fuck her hand. She felt the ridge of some of his staples scrape against her upper lip and winced as he held her in place and suffocated her. When he gave her the chance to pull away, he looked up at the bit of drool on one corner of her mouth and the faint imprints of the staples on his mouth against her skin with a satisfied smile. He was already marking her as his and he had barely gotten started.

"I'm...I'm sorry," ____ muttered, barely audible over the rhythmic slicking sound of her precum-covered hand and his cock. "I'm so sorry, Dabi."

Dabi motioned for her to lean down again and she tentatively complied, only to yelp as he assaulted her neck and collarbone. "You ever gonna try and run off like that again? Get someone ELSE killed by being a fucking selfish bitch?"

____ shook her head and struggled to breathe as she started to break down crying again. HE had killed those people, just because she'd ran out of the alley screaming for help after finding a chance to escape. HE had kidnapped her and kept her prisoner. None of this was her fault. She had no choice but to let him use her like this, but she wouldn't let him try to twist it any other way.

Dabi squeezed one of her thighs and nipped one of her earlobes. "Take 'em off and ride me," he demanded. She immediately complied and shuffled her bottoms off, dropping them onto the floor next to the couch; she just needed to get this over with as soon as possible, come out on the other side, and she would be okay. She could do this.

After positioning herself just above his cock, Dabi grabbed her hips before she could react and slammed her down onto him. She screamed at the sudden stabbing pain of being entered completely dry, and Dabi let out a mix of a laugh and a moan as she sobbed and wailed. "Aww, baby, does that hurt?" He had started fucking her at a steady and rapid pace, with each stroke of his hips making her cry out. "It hurt when you left me, too. Now we can be even." He moved his arms to wrap around her waist and pull her torso down onto his chest, and she buried his head against the pillow by the crook of his neck to shut her eyes and muffle her crying. He dug his nails into her skin and went back to leaving a series of bruising hickeys on her collarbone, making her scream again. Every time he hurt her and she let out another cute, pathetic yelp, he couldn't help but notice the way her cunt clenched around his cock as he ravaged her warm tight walls. He wondered what'd happen if he kept scratching and squeezing and burning her before cumming inside her--HIS girl. HIS pet. HIS pussy. Fucking hell, he had to break her and ruin her right fucking now until her body was too sore to move an inch, much less try to run away again.

He let his hands heat up just enough to make her squirm and panic. "No, p-please, no no no," she cried hysterically. She'd only been burned by him once, just a small flame meant to stop her from fighting him whenever he'd broken into her home and kidnapped her. The pain and searing heat was still fresh in her memory, and the small fingerprint-sized scars along her shoulder were still clearly visible whenever she looked in the mirror. "Please! Please!"

"Then actually ride me instead of just taking it," he said irritably. "Making me do all the work...almost seems like you're not sorry at all."

"I am," ____ insisted frantically. She felt his hands get hotter and she forced her hips to move up and down as best as she could manage. The pain in her core was still present, but as she rolled her hips and followed Dabi's pace she felt something akin to pleasure coiling inside as well. "Sorry, 'm-sorry," she slurred, jerking her head over to desperately kiss Dabi's neck and jawline to try and keep him from burning her.

"You sure?"

"Yes! I'll never run away ever again!"

He made his fingers even hotter as his movements became more and more frantic. "You love me?"

"Y-yes--"

"Say it." He slapped her ass and she screamed again.

"I love you!" She was crying hysterically, barely even able to form words anymore as she sobbed. "I love you, Dabi!"

He spanked her again and squeezed her stinging cheek, finally letting his hands' extreme heat dissipate. "Smile for me then, baby." He let out a breathless chuckle as she tried to smile at him through the tears and pain and heat in something more like a grimace. "God you're pretty," he murmured, cupping her cheek. Her smile disappeared and she willed herself to not flinch at his touch. "Covered in tears, snot, drool, and you're still so fuckin' pretty. 'Cause you're mine. Mine, mine, mine..." He chanted under his breath over and over as he felt himself come closer to cumming. "Mine, mine, mine, mine--fuck, YES!"

He groaned and his eyes rolled back as he came, not even caring about how she'd gone back to crying and covering her face as she tried to bury her face into the couch. His cum filled her up and then some, and the tip of his cock twitched once again as some of his semen dribbled out and pooled between their legs. He relaxed and put his arms around her in a lazy, cuddly embrace as she sobbed. He wasn't good at comforting anyone, much less someone he'd kidnapped and just raped, but he smiled up at the ceiling as he held her and she lay limply against him. He was all she had.

#.myshit #.bnha #yandere bnha #.dabi #yandere dabi #fem darling #tw: noncon #.queue

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redphlox · 2 years

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The only reason I want to see the 10 yr gap for Touya other the just seeing my boy more, but him evolving into his aesthetic. He definitely got more comfortable with the way he dressed after he joined the LOV, heck his trench coat even got upgraded and pants. Like, you can’t tell me those nose and ear piercings are necessary like his staples? Did he do it himself, did he go to some parlor who are now looking at the broadcast years later and are like “Aye, that’s the guy I pierced! Oh…”

Don’t get me wrong, I also understand he was basically homeless (unless HK shows otherwise but to my knowledge Twice was the only one with an actual apartment.) And there were people who made fun of his attire/shoes during his debut even tho the man couldn’t really pick and choose what to wear during that time? Anyway, I do want to see how Touya transitioned from wearing Endeavour merch to wearing more dark and “gritty” clothes (forgive me, I can’t find the right word to use right now lol 😂) So this got long winded, but to put a final note I am interested to see when the staples came to play, if he was the one who figured out the idea to use them or if someone assisted him!

Yesss I definitely want to see more of Touya too, especially young/baby Touya 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 he was so round and sassy. We need more of him.

To be fair I think Touya transitioned out of wearing Endeavor merch sometime between Natsuo and Shouto being born because the last time we saw him wear an Endeavor related anything was in 301. After that he mostly wears plain, solid colored clothing. I always thought he was like Shouto in that regard, because Shouto wears a lot of plain clothing too. Even his hero uniform isn't that extreme when you compare it to his classmates or pros.

BUT you're definitely right, Dabi's choice of apparel is interesting, as are his piercings. I imagine the piercings may have something to do with body autonomy. Jewelry is body art and many people chose the style and location for aesthetic purposes. Touya has a lot of burn scarring so wearing jewelry might be a way to feel good about how he looks. I think Touya curated his Dabi look, too - like, when we first see him he's, again, wearing really plain clothing (which could be explained by lack of financial resources of course), but once he has funding he STILL only wears black and white and goes out of his way to make sure his clothing has sitches on it like his skin does. I feel like Dabi goes out of his way to look the part of a big bad villain in this regard, all edgy and emo and shit. Lol.

You bring up a good point about the staples! I have medical knowledge because I want to work in a burn unit when I graduate from grad school, so I will pre face this by saying that I might take the manga too seriously or look to much into Dabi and his burns and staples. BUT, long term staple use isn't a thing, lol. I think Hori draws Dabi with staples to show that Dabi is barely holding it together. He's emotionally unstable as a result of the neglect and rejection he endured, and the staples are a physical representation of that. Because of that panel at the end of 300 I also feel like Dabi uses some of his staples to track how much his burns have spread instead of using them for health purposes. He literally just moved the staple in his hand to a new spot, and when he's laying on the couch he mentions that he can't feel a thing while looking at his hand. I think it's interesting because he pays a lot of attention to his hands and arms - probably because that's where his fire comes out of.

Anyway tldr; Touya probably curated his Dabi look so he can look like "a big bad villain rawr" and I love him. The jewelry choice may stem from the need for body autonomy after his burns. We need 4 yr old Touya back in the manga.

#Bnha #Dabi #Touya todoroki #Bnha asks #Dabi's jewelry #Dabi's burns #Dabi's staples #I'm trying to have a better tagging system but what are words??? Ugh #Thanks for the ask this was fun to read and reply to!#Bnha spoilers

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bakatenshii · 4 years

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Dabi x Reader (BNHA)

word count: 5.1k

TW: 18+, smut, dub/noncon, drug use/abuse, corruption, virginity, (mild) blood

A/N: I am 12 days late for Sunny’s birthday, but my heart beats for one person and one person only— the light of my life, my wife @blahkugo, who wrote me two (2!!) Shig fics for my bday Charity & Sludge, that I reread on the daily like the morning news. Cheeky shoutout to @thisisthehardestthing for writing one iconic sentence in here that I would have framed if I could.

flushed

/fləSHt/

(of a person's skin) red and hot, typically as the result of illness or strong emotion.

cleanse (something) by causing large quantities of water to pass through it.

Dabi doesn’t prowl for prey, he’s not on the lookout for fowl to take home for dinner. No, they come to him. It’s easy, always so obvious, he plucks them out like chicken in a hen house, ripe for breeding.

It wasn’t hard to spot a desperate girl burning out, Hell, the campus’ full of them. But you had something more, something fun, something that made his lips quirk up and his dick twitch— you were uncorrupted.

He can just tell, despite the airs you try to give, the aura of a virgin’s akin to an omega in heat to a starving alpha. Sweet, honeysuckle, the tiny flinches when a man gets too close, the breathy lilt in your voice when they propose something too risque; he inhales it all, commits it all to memory like you were desperately trying to do as you chewed on the tip of your pen and scratched out lines on the book in front of you.

He didn’t need to push, you were already teetering the line, but he did it anyways— because it was fun.

It was elating to watch you stumble into class the next day, eyes dark with sleepless anxiety, misery painted into every crevice of your features while your notes were tucked neatly into the drawer in his room. Really, you shouldn’t have left them so open on the lecture hall table, it’s like inviting a robber home and cooking him a three course meal.

Finals season marked the end of your social life, and the beginning of Dabi’s career. It was almost boring, the repetitive nature of his job; too easy, too simple, a mockery of the entitled bookworms who look down on scummy repeaters like him. But the entitlement is what fuels him, over-achievers fearing for two simple digits on a crumpled sheet of paper as if it’s worse than death itself.

He thrives off of their stubbornness to accept anything below perfect; the hilarity of it all, the irony that their insurance to achieve higher standards than that of a scum like him only fuels his lifestyle, bringing him deeper down the depths of degeneracy.

He sat behind you closer than usual, spoke a lil louder than usual, dropped in the most nonchalant comment about a study drug kids are crazing over these days. He watched as you flinched, hands stopped moving to listen in to the spiel he was spewing, the fishing hook he was dangling in front of you.

A magic pill, one that’ll help you concentrate, kill any sleepiness, get you buzzed for hours on end— best of all, it’s totally legal, he gets it from a pharmacist, scout’s honour.

That’s what he told you when you turned around to him at the end of class, whispering in hushed fear, nerves bouncing off your skin in goosebumps on your exposed arms.

Why he’s selling it? Because he needs some extra cash, he said. He knew you didn’t believe him, but he knew you were desperate enough not to care.

When you met him in the dead of night at the empty carpark of his building, he knew he’s got you; hook, line, and sinker. No self-respecting girl would meet bottom-barrel trash like him in a deserted location at half three in the morning, no, you were untainted, but you weren’t pure.

He didn’t need to know it worked, doesn’t matter what your test results reflected, all that mattered was that you came back to him a few weeks later, met him at the same dingy carpark, hands trembling slightly less this time.

He pretended to scold you, reveled in the way your lips curled into a soft pout, and warned you that tolerance builds fast. Do it in moderation, he had said— he’s the world’s biggest hypocrite.

You came to him only a week later this time, and Dabi had pretended to be shocked. He wasn’t, he gave you a lower dosage the last time, there was no way you’d have been satisfied. Microdosing leads the unsuspecting to addiction, the one fact he learned from school. He lectured you, asked you if you’d built up tolerance too fast, if you wanted to try something different?

He watched as your eyes lit up, pupils dilating in excitement at the promise of something different, something better. It really was too easy. You were too easy.

That night he invited himself over to yours, said he’d wanted to make sure you didn’t have any side effects. It was new, after all, and it was stronger. He’d sit there and be quiet, he promised; it was all out of the kindness of his own heart.

It was almost embarrassing how eagerly you’d lie to yourself in hopes of a better grade.

Dabi wasn’t gonna do anything to you that night, trust takes time to build up after all. Besides, it’s no fun to pounce on the prey before they started running. You studied the nonsensical scribbling on annotated novels, he studied your tiny movements, twitches, nervous habits; etched them into his brain for future use.

A too-long breath, a gasp, a clench of the fist signaled your come-up. He timed it, approximately thirty-five minutes for the initial peak, then smaller spikes at half hour intervals, totaling in four hours before you came down. Impressive, still, considering he’d given you the same dosage as the first time.

He stuck to his words, staying quiet only until prompted, offered you water every once in a while, really, he deserved an Oscar for playing the best supporting dealer. It only took two more sessions before your tolerance peaked again, calculated and timed to perfection right before the next assignment.

The beauty of seeking out an English major was that they’re always searching, reaching into the void for any type of inspiration to translate into eloquently formed words. The beauty of seeking out you, was that you were already in too deep, hooked by the lil pills and plunged into the bottom of the ocean.

Your grades rose while your inhibitions sank, a dramatic irony, isn’t that what they called it?

It’s cute, really, he only had to give you a nudge this time. Asked you how your assignment was going, played the sympathetic friend, and offered you something completely new, completely different. ‘Have you ever tried 2CB?’

Silly question, rhetorical, almost; of course you hadn’t. Innocent sweet girl like you never would’ve even touched weed, much less a hallucinogen. But he poses it to you in an eager tone like he’s genuinely waiting on an answer, like this isn’t just one big game to him. He laughed when you said no, asked him what it was— do you want him to show you?

You trust him, don’t you? He’s helped you through your exams, supported you through your assignments, honestly, he deserved a pat on the back. Don’t tell him you didn’t trust him, come on now, that’d break his heart.

He didn’t expect you to put up a fight, but you gave in almost too easily, guess those lil pills really did migrate and nest in your bloodstream.

The safety of your own dorm room was always granted to you, a faux-sense of security to veil you in, shield you from the true depth of depravity you’ve sunken to. He held you underwater in a net, ensuring you that he’d pull you up whenever— ‘just say the word.’

The net had long been cut, he’d admired the way you’d comforted down there, paddling aimlessly in hopeful conviction.

It’s become routine, almost. Dabi lets himself in easily, settles into the couch across your desk, pulls out a baggy and passes it to you. “A psychedelic,” he explains, “you’ll see colours you’d never seen, find beauty in everything, an artist’s best friend,” if he does say so himself.

He watches you pop the lil pill in your mouth, follow the stream of water pour down your throat, traveling the rips and divots of your tongue, before it drops down your throat into your bloodstream with a bob of your larynx. You’re so pliant, so obedient, he reminds himself to thank your parents for grooming such a cute lil doll.

You let out a loud gasp an hour and a half later, and he watches your fingers curl into themselves; and for the first time he speaks unprompted.

“You good?” It’s almost genuine; the curiosity, at least. He wants to know how articulate you are, needs to know how deeply submerged your consciousness has become.

He watches as you meet his gaze, little tongue dashing out to wet your lips, and nods once, twice, slowly. You shake your head almost immediately after, croaking out an, “I feel ill,” before pushing meekly at your desk to stand your body up. Cute, weak.

Just how he likes them.

He reaches an arm out to you, pulling you into his chest easily and nests your head into the crook of his neck. “Nauseous, aren’t you?” You nod, and he smirks. “Don’t worry princess, it’s just a rough come-up. I’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

It’s almost believable, how sickly sweet he sounds. Too many sitcoms accumulated in recycled dialogues to woo girls in any situation; mix and match, simple yet effective.

He can feel the restless rise and fall of your chest pressing against his, short quick pants as if gasping for air, a small hand scraping at his arm; yeah, you’re definitely coming up.

He picks you up and nestles you into your own couch, so easily as if handling a ragdoll, then walks to the kitchen and pours you some water. The perfect friend, the perfect support, the perfect dealer. You’re so vulnerable, so exposed, you don’t even know it; it makes his brain fog over with carnal desire to pounce— but he doesn’t. Not yet.

He lays back on the couch with you, arm snaking around your shoulder to coax you into a subdued euphoria. All the words he’s garnered throughout the years of fishing for his next meal come bubbling out so naturally in practiced scripts, “It’s okay princess, it’s a stronger pill. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.” He’s promising a whole lot, tonight.

“Hey,” he tips your face to meet his with all the tenderness of a lion stalking its prey, “I’m here, right? You trust me, don’t you? I’ve never let you down. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

It’s hard to force down the gagging noise on cue with his disgustingly fake, rom-com lines, but the way he can feel your body loosen, relax, and mold into his tells him he’s close. So close.

This is the best part, this is what he’s good at; the last stretch of patience while stalking his prey, with footsteps so light, treading so carefully, until the air slows down around him and he can taste your scent wafting through the air.

It happens in an instant, a whole-body jolt as you tense up, euphoria announced with a sharp gasp. The smile that crawls up his face is nothing short of sinister, predatory, but he knows you don’t notice. You can’t. Your eyes are strewn shut, basking in the high, and he takes the moment to swallow the pill he’s held under his tongue.

It’s no fun to tripsit, he doesn’t get anything out of that, and Dabi doesn’t do things for free. He feels your head fall back onto his shoulder, short breaths warming a ripple of goosebumps up his neck, and watches as you push your heavy lids open to gaze at the ceiling.

He can feel your giggles reverberating through his chest before he hears them, innocent, pure, unsuspecting. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, because virtuous girls like you like to be treasured, made to feel special, safe— he can make you feel safe; no one’s told him not to play with his food before he eats it.

He watches as you flutter your eyelids at him, sigh into his touch, really, you’re the textbook prototype, he doesn’t even need to adjust his tactics. “You feelin’ good?” A hot breath into your ear, and he revels in the way your lips pout to let out a soft sigh.

Funny how differently you react when you’re high out of your mind, maybe it’s the drug, or maybe it’s just Dabi? You’ve always wanted a bad boy like him, didn’t you? Good girls like bad guys; it’s textbook cliché, and you’re the blueprint.

He doesn’t wait on an answer, he knows it: you’re feeling good, great— divine. He’ll be right there with you soon, he promises.

“Tell me what you see, princess,” Dabi’s not listening when a cascade of nonsensical descriptions come bubbling out, he doesn’t care. It’s all to get you to keep talking, shift your attention elsewhere while his hand slithers down your arm to play with the hem of your shirt.

At the first brush of his finger on the bare skin of your waist, he feels you purr into him, eyes rolling back in bliss. It’s his cue to give you more, invitation for him to snake his other hand up your naked thigh and knead the flesh gently.

Gentle does it, he’ll bring you higher as you go.

He ghosts a breath just under your ear, nipping at your lobe, and admires the full body shiver tumbling through. Moans, loud and needy, come panting out past your lips and echoes off the walls before bouncing back to him. He lets you symphonize short breaths and whiney pleas with each lick and suck traveling down your neck, painting blooms of purple and red as his hand travels dangerously high.

A firm grip is all the warning he gives you before he tucks his fingers into the crease of your thigh, laughing almost at how obediently you spread your legs. What happened to that pure, innocent girl? Guess under all that laid a dirty whore, just like the rest of ‘em.

It was slick, so wet, pussy dripping past the delicate lace and drooling over his fingers. Lace, befitting of a slut who lured him in with the fake charms of a virgin. He slides a finger down your slit, gathering up all the juices before presenting it to you.

“What do you see?” He holds up his finger, slick dripping down like syrup, and watches your pupils dilate in effort to focus. He can see the way your lips part, string of saliva connecting the two soft molds, before gasping out, “melting ice cream.”

“Want a taste?”

You clamp over his finger before he even asks you to, sucks on the digit like it’s a melting ice lolly, before your eyes shoot open and mouth twists in disgust. Of course it doesn’t taste nice, normal food isn’t even edible when you’re rolling like this. You’re sticking your tongue out, in an attempt to air out the taste, or maybe you’re just a dumb dog, a dumb bitch, he’s not sure. He doesn’t really care.

The same hand, now slick with saliva, grips your chin and crashes your lips into his. His tongue finds yours first, tip licking up the crevice of yours lolling out, and he sucks it into his mouth like it’s a crime for it to be kissing the air.

There’s no modesty, no gentleness, his tongue pries your lips open, and he feels the weakest form of resistance before he’s thrusting the muscle down your throat. He lapping over the back of your teeth, traces over each bump and rugae on the gummy sides, and snickers at your shit attempt to kiss him back with your slack mouth drooling out the corners.

He feels a pawing at his arm— your hand meekly grabbing at the sleeve of his shirt to bring him in closer, press his chest into your soft tits, crowd him into you more, more, more.

It’s cute; it’s stupidly desperate.

He gets it though, it’s no worries. Human nature is all it is; the desire to climb higher and higher— he wonders if he can get one out of you before the pill hits him.

There’s no gentleness in the way his hand slots between your legs and cups your dripping cunt this time. He wishes he has more time to admire the way your legs quiver and twitch with every firm pat against your clit, but he’s on a time crunch. There’s so much time to spare, he can play with it all he wants later.

He can feel your needy moan vibrate through his lips and reverberate straight into his brain, sloppy mouths working simultaneously together and against each other as he rips your panties and shorts off in one go. Any self respecting girl would shut their legs in shame, in embarrassment, any attempt to protect their dignity, but you don’t. He doesn’t let you, anyways.

A hand moves under your shirt to roughly grip at your tits in the same breath he sinks a finger into your sopping hole. Inhale; squeeze, thrust, exhale— you moan. It’s tight, as tight as a virgin pussy should be, but not too tight that it fights against the foreign digit ramming into it at a relentless pace too rough and quick to befit an unexplored hole.

He can feel the pulsing around him, gummy walls milking his finger for all its worth, and he digs his palm into your swollen bud; it’s all he needed for you to come undone. You don’t squeal, you don’t scream, the 2CB in your system rendering you incapable of anything except long breathy sobs of his name.

His finger pops out with a wet squelch, and he brings it to his mouth to taste it; tarty, thick— he’s still sober. You’re blubbering out drivel about the stars you saw, the colours swirling around at the peak of your euphoria, you think you saw God— is Dabi God?

Dabi had to laugh, pat you on the head with his hand covered in syrupy slick, watch it leak and clump your strands of hair. He picks you up with your shorts and panties drenched through dangling at your ankles, and walks you to your bed.

You don’t notice, still basking in the afterglow; he knows this. Not that you’d push him off, tell him to stop. Not in your state anyways. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

He drops you once the bed’s in frame at the same time he feels his pulse rise, heart palpitate, and a wave of nausea threatens to bubble over. It doesn’t; he doesn’t let it. An experienced veteran would never. It’s a welcomed sensation, one he’s all too familiar with, and he gives himself a brief minute to breathe it in, savour it, before glancing back down at your limp body on the bed.

Is it your body? He can trace your silhouette from the dip of your waist, the full of your hips, something glistening, gleaming in the light— your pretty little virgin cunt. His eyes roll back at the next inhale before he finds himself landing on the bed on top of you, forearms digging into the soft mattress of your bed.

He hears your voice singing into his brain, soft lulls of his name stringing out in DabiDabiDabi— the desperation and need shooting straight to his cock, he doesn’t even need to look down at your soft pliant body, welcoming him, inviting him in.

“Feels good, yeah?” His voice comes out rougher than usual, low and strained, and laughs at how eagerly you nod, watches your chin catch the air and paint strokes of colour following the route it takes, “Who makes you feel this good?”

He knows, he knows because it’s all you’ve been able to say the past while, the only word on your mind that you can even blubber out—

“You, Dabi,” your pants grow heavier; his pants grow tighter, “it’s you Dabi, please—“

A hand reaches up to cradle his cheek, your soft, uncalloused, hand, and he grips it by the wrist before bringing it up to his face. He traces every line that curves and meets on your palm with his tongue, letting it be covered entirely with drool before wrenching it down under his joggers and into his boxers to cup his aching erection.

His hips rut into your palm almost immediately as a knee-jerk reaction, every hump into your tiny hand has him panting into your face, sweat beading at his temples. His tongue drops down to lick at your lips, asking for entrance, begging for access. Your lips might’ve parted just a fraction, maybe just to let out a breathe, but Dabi takes it as permission to thrust his tongue in and prod at your dormant one.

He can feel you gag at the sudden intrusion, throat convulsing to push back the unfamiliar slimy muscle, and he briefly considers yanking your hand out and shoving his cock down that pretty little mouth of yours.

But he doesn’t, because he doesn’t have the patience. He needs it urgently, needs your tight virgin cunny stretching and agonizing over his overbearing size, needs to feel the flutter of the gummy walls with each thrust; he needs it bad, he needs it now—

Your hand is wrenched away as he yanks both waistbands down to his thighs. He looks at you, eyes blurring through kaleidoscopic vision, and makes out your disoriented gaze staring back at him. Disoriented with toxins, disoriented with need, lust, desperation— a hand reaches behind Dabi’s neck and pulls him back down to crash bruised lips together.

It’s all the invitation he needs, not that he needs it, no, what he needs is to sink his painfully hard cock into that sweet, sweet cunt of yours. There’s a faint squealing coming from underneath him, and he thinks he can feel nails digging crescents into his nape, but all he can feel is your warm, wet walls clenching around him.

There was no need to prepare you for any longer, there’s no point if he doesn’t stretch your virgin pussy out with his own cock; it’s wasted on fingers, his fingers don’t deserve to feel the way you walls quiver and contract around it. The pitched cries stop eventually as he feels your body go pliant and soft, and he has half a mind to realize you’re probably starting to come down soon.

He doesn’t wanna deal with that, you won’t be sober for another few hours, but you’ve peaked already, and not with him; that’s not fair, that’s no fun. His cock stills inside you with half still unsheathed and he reaches down into his pocket to take out a baggy of powder. There’s a spoon in, thank fuck, and he feeds a small bump right up to your nose.

“Inhale,” he slots it right up your nostril, “it’ll make you feel good, didn’t you feel good?” Your head lowers to nod, bumps the edge of the spoon right into the cartilage of your nose, and inhale. Good girl.

The baggy is tossed haphazardly before he’s working his dick into you again, cockhead pushing through the doughy walls in search of that pocket at the end of your pussy.

You don’t struggle anymore, instead clinging onto his shoulders and carving half-moons into the flesh. It hurts a lil, and Dabi doesn’t like it when it hurts, not when he’s the one hurting.

He snatches your hands off him and pushes them above your head, into the plush forgiving mattress. His teeth are back on your neck, biting over the ripples of purple and green and red and blue, reveling in your cries and moans that come out in symphonies.

It feels good, great— divine, it’s what he deserves for bringing you to Nirvana. He’s basically your muse, after all, how can you truly describe rapture without experiencing it first?

He can hear your moans ringing out from underneath, can see them traveling in the air in hues of reds and pinks and reds and reds— there’s red on your bedsheets, of course there is. He forgot that’s what comes with a virgin cunt; blood, mixing with the translucent coating his cock, dripping down and painting the crisp white sheet red, drifting into the air and congesting the whole room with red.

He inhales the colour, sucks it into his lungs, and uses it to fuel the pistoning of his hips. Your breaths turn to pants, turns to sobs of his name leaving your lips again, and he thinks you look good, so good, taking his cock like this. You should thank him for bringing you to your second orgasm.

Just look at you, crazy isn’t it? Crazy what a lil pill can do. But he’s got something better, something so much better, something that’ll bring you to a new dimension. You want that, don’t you? C’mon don’t be shy, Dabi will bring you right there, don’t you worry.

There’s still the faint cries from your orgasm when he flips you over and pushes your face into the untainted sheets. He watches as your hands sprawl up to grip and grasp at something, anything, and his hands ease up on the hold on your skull for a second to let you wheeze and greedily gasp for air.

He flickers a trail of blue down your back, watches the flames dance and rage in a mirage, every bouquet indented by the ligament of each tender rib, and there’s a faint scream. The pitch rises with the flames, taunting it to go higher, faster, paint murals in every swell of your back until he can’t see anything except ash coal char.

Dabi blinks, squints his eyes as he throws his head back to focus on the paint chipping on the ceiling. It cracks and crinkles, shying away from his pointed glare, before he sucks in a deep breath and looks back down at you.

There’s no ash, no char, only warm tanned flesh, pressed flush against the pristine white sheets underneath. It burns against the pads of his long fingers splayed out across your back, and he winces in annoyance at the irony.

You don’t seem to notice his pause, too fucked out or fucked up to register what’s going around you probably. A mixture of both; Dabi can’t really remember what he’s given you or how long he’s been there.

He can’t decide if he wants to stay there anymore, can’t make out the pros and cons of either. He counts them off with each painful yank of your hair, each harsh thrust into your abused virgin cunt— it was that, wasn’t it?

He was there because he sniffed out a cute lil virgin, one so untainted and untouched, one begging for him to corrupt. He’s not known to be very generous, but sometimes he gets into one of those moods; it can’t be helped when there’s a desperate doll waiting to be torn apart.

He knows what you want, can read you with his eyes closed— you don’t need eyes to feel the pulse of a greedy cunny; it clenches with every slap of the face, damn near clamps down entirely as his slender fingers slither around to the front of your throat.

Two fingers shove past your lolling tongue and yanks your head back by the digits hooked on the corner of your mouth. There’s drool, and spit, and so many fluids coming and entering all at once— and then you’re coming, again, probably, for the third time that night. Fourth?

It’s methodical, straightforward, he reads the instruction manual once, maybe twice if the first one’s a bit faulty, and he’s got it down to muscle memory.

At the sound of heaving he looks back down again, admires the feel of two of his fingertips fucked straight into the back of your throat, and pushes down on the rugged gummy wall. You gag, and he laughs. It’s cute, so cute, you’re real cute, you know?

“Such a good lil whore aren’t you?” He digs his nails into the flesh of your hip and rams his cockhead until he can feel the kiss from your puckered cervix. “All fucked out of your mind, bet you can’t even hear me, can you?”

He watches as you gurgle out words past his fingers wedged down your slack mouth, and choke on the pools of saliva drooling out. It’s the funniest sight, fascinates him to death, really.

A slap to the face might bring you out of your daze, so he slips his hand back out of your sloppy mouth and revels at your body propelling forward straight into the headboard. He grasps at the tips of your hair and wrench your body back towards him before any satisfying impact could sound out. It’s a shame, but concussions are not in his agenda.

“Been fucked so loose, filthy slut can’t even keep your body up,” he rolls your hair around his hands and yanks back until your skull meets his chin; it’s excruciatingly painful, probably, and that’s why it’s the best.

It’s the perfect way for your mouth to fall open naturally, to scream, squeal, fluster around in attempt to be freed from the position— it creates the perfect hole for him to spit in. He watches as your face contorts in disgust, tongue pushed out to let his spit drool out the sides, but that’s no fun, not very nice of you, is it?

“Swallow,” he assists you with an extra hard thrust, and you choke on the moan coming out. His hand comes forward from your hip to rest under your chin before pushing it up so it clamps shut, “I said, swallow.”

Your eyes flood with tears that waterfall down your face, and God, he thinks you look the best like this— wrecked on his cock, body littered in purple and red, covered in sweat and blood and cum; his perfect lil cocksleeve, just for him.

It’s emotional, almost— religious, even, he can feel the palpitations in his heart thumping against his chest echoing off the headboard banging against the wall, and lets the euphoria consume him, wash over him as he coats your walls with hot ropes of cream and white, hips stuttering with your greedy cunny fluttering and clenching around it, milking and sucking in his cock in deeper, deeper, more.

He thinks you might’ve cum, might still be cumming, but all he can hear is the Messiah calling for him, choir singing lulling him into an infinite jubilation; he closes his eyes to bathe in it, let himself be cleansed and washed over with ecstasy.

When he pulls out, your body flops onto the mattress, and he watches as white dribbles out your quivering hole, mixing with the red on the sheets, creating a puddle of pink and magenta, before passing out in the fuschia.

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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BY! THE! FUCKIN! GODS! ABOVE!!!!! 🥵🥵

Those ideas for my poly suggests… Hell yes, Ma’am! 🥺❤️‍🔥😩 Omg your ideas are hot as fuck & absolutely got those dynamics down good. Shit, you could take me down with genius like this…

😏😏 Still, like, I gotta add a decent bounce back, yanno~? Enjoy~!!!!!

😏😏😏😏❤️‍🔥

Shinsou would encourage all those little acts of rebellion in you, plans formed to tell Bakugou later & setting up the scene jus right — but he would also use that deep, sensual & commanding tone when you go some inches too far. He half enables you to take it further on, these bad behaviors, & half warns that you really, really don’t wish to do that, baby girl.

A pity you don’t listen to that latter part. (or is it?)

Pushing the limits would have you tied up in the blink of an eye & restrained all in such a way that you wouldn’t be able to move, at his mercy to where he could, & will, do anything to punish a brat like you. He’d have you begging & whimpering wantonly, especially if he had that bratty mouth of yours all busy with a toy or his dick.

If it’s a toy than he can set you up with it in place of a ball gag, or maybe connected to a fuckmachine, leaving him free to edge you for however long youve earned. In, out, but never deep, never hard enough. He would tease you through your punishment & how!!!!!

If it’s his dick, well, his hand would be firmly in your hair, guiding you just so, all alternating between soft pets & firm tugs as he scolded you, asking what you were thinking, tsking you for being so naughty as to ignore him, telling how disappointed he is… But maybe you can fix that by taking what’s due… & if you’re a particularly good girl, well, then Katsuki doesn’t have to know about your behavior that day. It would already be taken care of— if you obey & are punished like the brat you’ve been acting like, that is. (Hitōshi will just save it for another, far more enjoyable day later in the week.Watching his work unfold,having a right to be satisfied after all.)

❤️‍🔥😏❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😏

Touya and Hawks would be such little shits through their relationship with you. Oh, they can be romantic, and you’d never doubt their love for one another and you, but like Dabi has you tie Hawks up, Hawks also will get back at y’all’s boyfriend with you in the next go around.

Hawks will wait until Dabi gets you just so hot & bothered, panting like a cat in heat with hands scrabbling at the ties that bind them & only allow enough movement for you to be flipped over without injury. Dabi would get you to the point of begging for more, for relief— your clothes singed & torn, scraps now really, & panties just pushed aside instead of taken off, though they’re jus so already absolutely ruined either way. He would’ve used his fingers in long, light pets along your skin, your legs, thighs & firm yet long strokes inside you as he opened you up with a smirk on his face. Smug as fuck.

He’d use his mouth to tease with open kisses along your skin, surging up to devour your mouth when you least expect it and then switching to sucking & nipping at your breasts just as he changes the pattern of the strokes he’s making inside you, smirking all the more pleased with himself at the sounds you make.

& like if that wasn’t enough, he’d of pulled away each time you came close and left you wanting more only to come back to play with a toy or more— toys used in such a way that it oughta be illegal for how it absolutely wrecks you, has you filthily wet & babbling, your face full of tears & a gorgeous sheen of sweat all over.

Yet, he still hasn’t given you what you want. Still hasn’t hit that spot. No, he’s done everything but take you how you need. That’s okay, though, he murmurs into your hair. He’ll fix that right now, since you’ve been such a good girl for your Daddy, letting him get you all ready.

Then, just as he’s about to take you, Hawks will snatch the opportunity away. He’ll have moved just a bit quicker to settle himself inside you, preening line a peacock at his prize as he informs you both of how good you feel to be inside while ignoring Dabi’s words & glare. Dabi whos growling lowly in your ear, sayi g how he’ll take you soon like he promised so you’d better not tire out jus yet. All of those words mixed in with a buncha insults for the birdman.

Because, as I said, they’re both absolute lil shits. But they’ll take care of you between this & the next round, because they do love you, & Dabi is set on getting his turn to be inside you. You’ve got enough energy left for that, right? For your Daddy to finish up with what was stolen from him? You’re a good girl who can still take it, who needs to be filled up all over again.

& when he puts it like that, how can you say no? Your empty pussy wouldn’t let you anyways. All he has to do is slip a finger inside & you’d clench around him in want, need, no matter how spent you’ve been already. He did promise, after all.

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🥵❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

…whew!!!!! That took some outta me lmao! Don’t think I took a break since I started writing up my reply! Ngl, I’d pretty it up for ya, but I am in desparate need for some food rn. 😅😝

- Invisible Ribbitch

I didn’t expect to wake up to this type of filth in my inbox, but I fucking LOVE it 😩🥵 you’ve started my day off so right lmao

Being toyed with & fought over like that by such fine men?? A dream 😍

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dabiboy · 3 years

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Ok, so I tried to keep this one as canon as possible, so I hope it turned out good and you guys like it!

Tiny Thing [Dad!Dabi]

Your relationship was not even a relationship. The two of you were together, yet there were days in which Dabi went missing for weeks, and you had no idea if he was coming back alive. And didn't change when the happy not so happy little accident happened. He let you make the choice, keep it or... Just finish with all of it. After days and days of thinking, you have decided that you were going to keep the baby, and of course, you gave him the liberties, either if he wanted to stay or just go away, at the end of the day a kid was not a game, neither something simple or temporary. It was a surprise when he said that he was going to be there, not all the time, but he was going to try. It was not only his past that haunted him, but also the fact that he was a villain. How were you going to explain your hero friends? family? How could he tell the LoV that now he had a kid? The two of you just couldn't, and that creature was your best secret.

Everything was set for that Friday morning, your best friend was going to babysit Kaji as you were out for half of the day, but things are not always how you expect them to be.

''I'm coming!'' You said, letting the ten-month-old infant on his crib as you went to open the door.

''Hey there'' Your jaw dropped when you saw the black-haired man standing in front of you.

''Dabi? What are you doing here'' Your voice was full of surprises, but you quickly pulled him in so no one could see him.

''Told Chapstick he could fuck off today'' He smirked, sliding his hands on each side of your hips as he kissed your jaw.

''As much as I would like to do this, and ask you where have you been, I can't. I'm already late and-'' He interrupted you when it hit him.

''The thing. How is it?'' Dabi asked, moving away from you so he could see you.

''The thing has a name, Kaji. And it is your kid'' You raised an eyebrow.

''My thing'' He replied back, making you roll your eyes.

''He's fine'' you punched his chest softly ''Ema is coming today to take care of him.''

''Who the fuck is Ema'' he asked furrowing his eyebrows ''Where are you going?'' Dabi asked again.

''My best friend, and I got a call from the job. They need me there until two pm, so she will be here in a few minutes.''

''I can take care of him'' He stated simply raising his shoulders, and you opened your eyes in surprise.

''You what''

''I can take care of him today, is my son after all.'' he said again ''I'm not gonna burn him alive as my father did with me, so don't worry princess''

You hit him on his shoulder again, making him laugh at his dark joke. And you thought for a second, was it a good idea? You trusted him, but not the people that were after him. What if the League finds out? What if some hero arrived at your door and saw him with a kid, without knowing he was indeed his father? Those questions were screaming inside your head, but you decided to give it a try. It was the first time in three months he was back, and... You wanted Kaji to spend time with him.

''Ok, fine. But call me if you notice things start getting messy, or if you suspect something, got it?'' You said with concern, the baby boy was your life. And certainly, your love for Dabi remained the same even though things were informal between the two of you.

''Messy as in he threw up on me, or messy as in there's a bunch of villains coming over?''

''You know which one'' you said and started moving quickly, grabbing your bag. ''Listen, gotta go now or else I'll lose my job. He's sleeping in his crib, the toys are all over the place, if he doesn't stop crying you'll have to pick him up, his favorite toy is the one that looks like you, he has to eat at one pm, then take a nap. But I should be back soon, I'll call you''

For more than you wanted to stay more time with the two of them, you couldn't. Your incomes were the only thing that allowed you to live in the apartment, and of course to give Kaji what he needed. You left a soft kiss on Dabi's lips before going back to the baby's room and press a kiss on his forehead. You were going to call Ema on your way to the job to tell her there was someone else taking care of the baby.

Dabi just stood there, and look at the number of colorful toys scattered on the floor, why had he said that he was going to take care of the baby? He had no idea what to do, but a part of him wanted to spend time with Kaji, his son.

He walked slowly towards his bedroom, and saw at the crib with some kind of panic, confusion, and maybe a little sadness because he had lost enough of his life already. The boy sleeping in the crib was just like him, the same facial features, and he was thankful he had your hair color and not his, not another reminder of his past. It was still hard to believe that he had a son, that tiny innocent creature had no idea of the father he had, but he was trying, trying hard not to be so shitty. Dabi rested his forearms on the cribs, looking at him.

''Fuck you're cute, you little accident'' He said to himself, trying not to wake him up. ''So you're just gonna sleep there until you find something better to do, huh? Fine then''

Dabi started walking around the room, looking at the plushies, interactive toys, everything. Was his childhood like that? He had some good memories, but the bad ones were more. And looking at the little thing sleeping on the crib, he couldn't even imagine putting him through the same hell he went. He was a bastard, but not a psycho. Nor a selfish hero.

He had no idea how many minutes he spent looking at the toys in the room, until he heard a babbling. Dabi turned around, and there he was. Awake, showing off his turquoise eyes. The same eyes he had. There was no doubt he was his son. Once more his forearms were on the edge of the crib.

''Hope you remember me, you came out of my pants anyway'' He raised an eyebrow. The infant moved his tiny hands, and also his legs. But right after a few seconds, he pouted his lips and started crying as if there were no tomorrow ''Shit, don't cry. C'mon you thing'' Dabi almost pleaded, and he grabbed the first toy he saw, moving it in front of him ''Look at the toy, c'mon''

But the cries didn't stop, on the contrary, they just kept increasing. Was he hungry? did he miss you? maybe he wanted to go back to sleep, and Dabi had no idea what the hell to do until your voice echoed in his head ''Pick him up'' and then he cursed to himself. He was smart, so it didn't take him too much time to know how to lift him, however, he was scared he might hurt him.

''Is this what you wanted?'' He asked when the baby's cry was slowly fading. Kaji looked at Dabi, right in his eyes and it felt like looking at a mirror. He was thinking about everything he has done, all the crimes he had committed until now, how could he be holding a bundle of innocense in his arms? It was as if Kaji heard his thoughts, because he started crying again, louder than before. Dabi hissed and started walking around the apartment, trying to calm him down. ''I know I have an ugly ass face, but you'll get used to it, your mom did so you can too''

Dabi looked around the toys in the living room, looking for the one you said looked like him. Was it a blue one? Or maybe one that was ripped or something. But right in the corner was a pirate teddy bear, his ears and nose full of rings, more like piercings. He scoffed and picked it up, it doesn't look like me, he thought. He moved the plushie, trying to call Kaji's attention with it.

He sat on the floor, letting the kid there too, trying to ease his crying while moving his favorite toy in front of him. But it wasn't working either. And Dabi was frustrated.

''For fuck sake.'' He cursed, using his hand to cover his face, a few gleams of tiny blue flames leaving his hand. And the crying stopped. ''Did you like that?'' Dabi asked, moving a little bit away from him so he could do it again, and when he did, Kanji laughed with puffy eyes. ''You little bastard'' Dabi smirked, repeating his actions and the boy clapped in happiness.

It looked as if the blue fire caught his attention, since it was the only thing Kaji was looking at, not even his toys. Dabi kept using his fingers to light up little but multiple blue sparkles. ''Ok, I need to stop this or else I'll burn the entire apartment down, and we don't want that, do we?'' In a gesture that surprised himself, Dabi left a soft pat on Kaji's head.

The two blue-eyed boys stood there, sitting on the floor. Dabi didn't even notice his own expression, a tiny smile on his face as he saw every little action the kid did, how he crawled around the living room, or how he chewed some toys. But at some points, the toys were boring again, because he started to climbs Dabi's thigh, a way of asking for his attention. Dabi picked him up again, holding him right in front of his face.

''What is it no-'' Dabi hissed. And he hissed in pain because the baby grabbed his chin, pulling at the skin, and by doing so also the staples ''You little fucke-'' He interrupted himself again, as he tried to pull his hand away, and when he did the kid giggled ''There are better things than my dirty staples'' He lifted him on the air, making Kaji laugh again. ''Yeah, you're cute''

Dabi was smiling again, repeating the action of lifting his arms with Kaji on his hands. It was a weird feeling, was it unfair? The baby had no idea what his father did, the things he had done. His smile was slowly fading, the little boy's eyes were pure, shiny and innocent, how could he clap at that man's face? Dabi was feeling guilty, he wasn't worthy of that cute little thing.

''Listen,'' He sat him on his lap, flexing his knees so Kaji could lay his back there. ''I'm a shitty father, but... Damn, I am a shitty father,'' He scoffed at the affirmation ''I'm trying, okay? I know I'm fucked up but I'll try not to be shit with you'' He pocked at his chubby cheek with his index finger.

Hours went by, playing and talking at him as if Kaji could understand every word, even the bad ones. The clock on the wall stroke 1pm, and being functional he stood up holding the boy in his arms, walking to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he found a tiny dinosaur bowl, the content? A disgusting green color, probably many vegetables crushed in order to make that kind of... Soup. Dabi looked at it with a disgusted expression, but he had no idea how to cook for a kid so Kaji would have to it anyway.

The black-haired man took the bowl and the kid back to the living room, sitting him on his tiny chair. He heated the food with his hand, and took the spoon to try to make him eat. Kaji seemed to enjoy it, until he slapped a full spoon against him, staining Dabi's cheek. He cursed and his face had a deadpan expression As if my face wasn't fucked up enough already he cursed under his breath and took a napkin so he could clean up himself. The rest of the lunch went smooth, and once the bowl was empty he left in on the table.

Dabi remembered your words, Kaji had to take a nap after his lunch. Big failure. Twenty minutes, thirty five, an hour, and the baby was still awake. To his eyes, his father was funnier than a nap. But then he thought you should have been home by now, but that changed when you called him. A trip to another city, you said. And a part of him was happy, and the other was worried. Was he going to be able to take care of him the rest of the day? Maybe. He took a deep breath and kept with his task for the day.

They went back to the floor, the kid sitting between his legs as he kept playing distractedly with his toys. There were moments when Dabi lift him up, and made him set his little feet over his, and trying to make him walk, but Kaji was having the time of his life rather than learning how to walk. Dabi took some pictures of him, even he got a selfie. And there was no way he was going to let Toga near his phone again, they couldn't found out about Kaji. No way.

When night arrived and after his dinner, Dabi tried to make him sleep on his crib, but then a thought haunted him. What if something happened? What if someone entered through the window and take Kaji away while he was sleeping? He couldn't do that. So he picked him up again and went back to your room. Dabi opened the bed and set the kid in the middle of it. He got rid of his boots so he could lay by his side, and resting his weight on the side of his body he laid a hand on Kaji's tiny belly, preventing him from falling.

''I meant what I said earlier, tiny thing'' He whispered ''I'll try not to be a shitty dad. Just give me some time and I’ll figure this shit out’’ '' He closed his eyes.

Taking care of a baby was tiering, and eventually, Dabi could feel his eyelids heavier and heavier. He didn't even notice when he fell asleep next to him, not moving an inch away from Kaji. He didn't want that.

You arrived home at two am, and you were quite scared because Dabi was not answering your calls, and when you got home all the lights were off. The door of your room was open, and you slowly walked in. And the sight made your heart clench. Dabi was asleep, and Kaji was peacefully sleeping by his side, his tiny hands over Dabi's hand, somehow holding his fingers. When you took a step in, Dabi woke up and move away from Kaji a bit.

''I was... I was making sure this thing was breathing'' He said, raspy voice and tired eyes. You laughed softly at his embarrassment ''How was the trip?'' he asked in a whisper.

''It was fine, longer than I expected tho'' You laid on the other side of the bed, kissing Kaji's forehead and caressing his head. ''Was it hard?'' You asked him.

''I think this creature loves me more than you do'' Dabi teased and tried to sit on the bed, but the baby whined a bit.

''I think you're right. He doesn't want you to leave'' You looked at him ''And honestly, I don't want you to leave either, Dabi'' He scoffed.

''I guess I can make an exception for the two of you today'' He laid on his side again, and Kaji curled up next to his side. ''And you owe me my payment, dollface'' Dabi said, laying a hand on Kaji's back. Your heart melted again.

''And what is it?'' You asked in amusement.

''Your shitty kisses, because I haven't got one since I fucking got here'' He smirked, closing his eyes one more time.

You didn't know in what stage your relationship was but at that moment? It didn't care. You were there, with the two men you loved the most by your side, and even if it was one night in a hundred, it was a night you were going to keep in your heart and soul forever.

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The Silence after sex

This is an answer to that one anon who legit sent me a blank ask it’s right here. (Apparently it didn’t let me answer it directly) But, Seriously -.-‘ I’m not sure if you did it on purpose or if it was an accident. How am I supposed to answer silence???? You know what since ya like trolling me so much I’ll indulge ya. So I looked at this ask and, thought okay silence hmm-

The silence after sex

All characters 18+

Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hawks (Takami Keigo), Fatgum (Toyomitsu Taishiro) Twice (Bubaigawara Jin) x reader (They are in that order if you wanna skip around)

Shigaraki Tomura

After he cums inside you, you’re both a panting mess of sweat and saliva. He takes his time to pull out and, immediately demands cuddles. It’s a peacefully silence; His arms wrapped around your waist as yours cradle his head running your fingers through his greasy hair. It’s soothing. It’s safe. When you pull him up, he can’t help but feel emotional, What with you pressing soft kisses on his forehead your fingers tracing the wrinkles around his eyes. He feels loved. It’s a new and odd feeling but he doesn’t hate it. And, when you feel him grinding into you again you can only roll your eyes with a smile. Because if this rat boy only knows how to show how much you mean to him by fucking the shit out of you then by all means you were going to let him.

How the silence broke:

“I Love you Tomura.”

“I don’t hate you.”

(I love this crusty man!!)

Dabi

After your well and fucked your out like a light. And, once your eyes close the smirk that was on his face drops and, he’s looking at your abused body. He’s burning with turmoil angry that he does this to you and, angry that you let him do it. He’s thinking of how beautiful you are and, how you deserve better than some street rat. Any other person wouldn’t call you defaming things or get off at making you cry. They wouldn’t spit in your mouth and use you like a urinal. He was bad for you. But the moment leaving you enters his mind he’s pissed because he’ll be damned if anyone else got to see you like this. You were his and as he dressed in silence his eyes never left your form. So long as you were willing to shed tears for him and, beg for his return he’d always be back. But in the meantime he was going to snap a picture of you and leave. He’ll wait for one of two things. For you to wake and call him or for you to text him that you never wanted to see him again.

How the silence breaks:

“D-dabi where are you? Why’d you leave?”

“That’s none of your damn business dollface.”

“….Okay be careful…and…..remember I love you Dabi. I’ll be waiting for you to come back so…. don’t die…Please”

(Kaz is a Dabi fucker……)

Bakugou Katsuki

He breathed in the scent of your hair as he held you flush against his hard body. His arms cocooning you protectively. He was in awe. He was always left in awe after he made love to you. You and, Bakugou never just fucked even when he was rough with you it was never mindless. You were the only person he’d every be vulnerable and open enough to have sex with. You were the only person in this world who carried a gold band on your finger given to you by the hero himself. He always thought of how lucky he was when ever you guys were snuggling in silence after sex. Today he was in a daze. After two years of marriage you were allowing him another part of your body. Your womb. His arms went down to caress your stomach the same stomach that will one day hold another little Bakugou. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head and, untangled his limbs from yours to get a rag to clean you up. You were already drifting when he came back a snort escaping his lips as he wiped off your drool. His lips coming into kiss you as he whispered-

How the silence broke:

“I love you so damn much.”

“Mmm”

(He’d be soft with his s/o afterwards and no one can tell me otherwise.)

Kirishima Eijirou

It was a silent morning. He woke up before you, wincing at the pounding of his head. It really felt like his brain was training to be an MMA fighter. He cast a look to your slumbering form a sad smile on his lips. You were undeniably gorgeous. You would also wake up with a hangover and, how he wished he could stay and tend to you when you awoke. But life didn’t work that way. He was just a booty call. A friend you called over to smash because another lover had broken your heart. Why couldn’t you give your heart to him? Why was he always reduced to a rebound? He let out a heartbreaking sigh as he pulled up his jeans. Once dressed he walked into your bathroom to pull out some asprin. His red eyes were shot tears threatening to spill over. Sex with someone you loved was supposed to leave you feeling happy and complete. But, whenever he and, you had sex he felt hallow, sad and regretful. Putting a glass of water by your bedside with the pills he ran his fingers through his hair. He knew the drill leave before you get up and come back when you called in tears….. But, he was done the post-it on the glass should be enough of an explanation. He was done with the vicious cycle and, next time you called he wasn’t going to be back.

How the silence broke:

Your sobs could be heard from outside of your apartment as you clutched the note to your chest. You had realized to late how wonderful Kirishima really was.

(Whoops…. This happened)

Shinsou Hitoshi

The smile on his face afterwards could only be compared to the sun. Bright and shining as your fingers traced shapes on his bare chest. You made him completely happy and, whether he was topping or not he was always left with a feeling of connection to you. You completed him and, thoughts like those ran wild in his head. Thoughts of how you’d raise little gremlins and, grow to be rocking chair raisins. His fingers came to stroke your cheek his lips parting in a soliloquy-

How the silence broke:

“Last night I dreamt of the sun….. it was bright, it was warm, and it was wonderful….. Her light shone upon me granting me warmth from the cold. Her luscious heat making me smile. She illuminated the grey filling up my heart. She brought warmth to my sheets, a fire to my soul, joy to my life and with that she took my heart. When she captured it, I thought for a moment why is it that sun chooses to shine for me? Isn’t the sun so breathtaking? Radiant?! Blinding?! Why…the sun?.. It brings life, it brings hope for a new tomorrow…. She brings me life, she is my hope for tomorrow….And I? I am her earth the one she fills with creations, with hopes and dreams. I am her earth that will never cease to spin around her. Even when I’m blue and dizzy my dance will be for her. But then I woke up…..I wasn’t dismayed because when I turned to the side she there was the sun right beside me.

(Shinsou is a poetic romantic! Change my mind!)

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

He was content with the silence. After years of unspoken attraction, it finally happened and if he was much happier than he was at that moment he’d burst. That’s why his face was buried in your stomach as he laid upon your legs. Your arms came down to caress his wings. Your fingers felt like heaven on his soft feathers that he could feel his arousal begin to rise again. However, it was a tender moment that and, he felt so comfortable. It was as if your arms were made to hold him and the thought had him drawing circles into your lower back. From your seated position you looked down missing his blissed-out expression as his sandy locks blocked your view. You didn’t stop threading your finger through his feathers and he wasn’t going to ask you to stop either. You stroked the red plumage until you felt him shudder. You paused. It didn’t look like it harmed him, so you repeated the action receiving the same trembles from the man. It was then that he made a sound and you couldn’t help but look down at him incuriously.

How the silence broke:

“Keigo? Are you cooing?”

“Roo.”

(If keigo cooing isn’t a thing it is now!)

Toyomitsu Taishiro (Fatgum)

Toyomitsu was scared. He wasn’t speaking and neither were you. Were you dead? Did he drown you in his cum? Oh Lord please don’t let that be the case. He could see it now ‘Pro-Hero Fatgum kills his girlfriend via oral!’ He was relived when he heard the audiable sound of you swallowing. Streams of his essence slipping past your lips as you were unable to swallow it all. Hell Fatgum didn’t mind he was more impressed with the fact that you could even take him in your mouth. When your eyes finally met his, he gave you a sheepish grin making you roll your eyes with a smile. You felt like a turkey on thanksgiving with how stuffed you were. Fatgum stretched your cunt beyond what you thought possible and, had filled you up so well that it was still flowing out. That wasn’t anything compared to how sore your jaw was and how full your belly was. He really took being a whole ‘meal’ to a whole ‘nother level. Toyomitsu knew he was a big man even without his quirk so he was quick to make sure you were okay.

How the silence broke:

“Ya scared me darlin’ thought ya died for a second there.”

“Ha. Ha….. Ugh I’m so damn full. Wipe that grin off your face!”

(He has so much lewd potential that I can’t even!)

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice)

He had pulled out a while ago a bashful look on his face as he looked down at you in your afterglow. His eyes took in everything from your frazzled hair to the light sheen of sweat that made your skin glow. He didn’t waste a single second and immediately took you into his strong arms cuddling you. You smiled brushing your nose upon his in a cute bunny kiss his stubble brushing against your chin. You ignored the scratchy feeling in favor of running your fingers down the scar of his forehead leaning up to press your lips upon it lovingly. Twice didn’t say a word. Although he ached to tell you how much he loved you and how happy you’ve made him he refused to open his mouth. He was afraid that after he said something to melt your heart, he’d ruin it by saying something rude. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. You who had completed his life. He had finally found a place with the league, comrades a family and, then you came in to complete the picture. You came in to love him all! Damn he loved you! So much. Maybe he should just say it.

How the silence broke:

“I love you (Name), That’s right my fucking bitch.”

“This fucking bitch loves you too Jin.”

(Love him!!! Love him please!!!)

(There you got 8 characters happy??!! Lmaoo you can totally tell who I follow with these scenarios that and there so damn self-indulgent but hey can you blame me? The ask was to make something out of nothing right? Right?!?!)

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Thankyou so much for sending in a request🌸💕you cuties get what you ask for :)

tw: noncon/ dubcon, captivity, a lil bit of violence?? , bakugou and shoto are aged up obv

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DABI

🌸 he’s obviously a sadist like- look at him you just know.

🌸he’s has probably been with women who like it rough in the past so he is not like hesitant to show that wild side to his partner. i think he puts everything on the table- slapping, kicking, spanking and even spitting in his s/o’s mouth. he also enjoys degrading his s/o. humiliating them, making them cry. yup all of it. this guy is hardcore.

🌸but, all those carnal feelings kind of get buried when he meets you. you’re a pretty little thing. you must be protected. always so cheerful, always rwady to help others, and oh so innocent. dabi practically cringes whenever he sees someone else talking to you.

🌸don’t you know that they don’t really care about you? they just want your attention so they can corrupt your angelic soul? Why are you still talking to them?

🌸he gets pissed off from all the useless people trying to come between the two of you so, he locks you up. he’s the only on you can talk to now, he’s the only you will see from the start of the day till the end. until the kids come in, obviously.

🌸he’s finally happy. he has you for himself now. he protect you, love you. he can be your friend, your lover. he feels complete.

🌸you on the other hand.....

🌸you cry, scream at him. call him a monster, ask him to kill himself and never show you his again. dabi never loses his cool. he looks at you with silent rage in his beautiful cerulean blue eyes and the next thing you know he’s dragging you into his room, cuffing your hands to the bed posts and leaving you there the entire day. nothing to eat or drink, you have to sit in complete silence while you starve.

🌸dabi promises himself he would never hurt you, physically that is. it’s the entire reason why he had brought you back home with him, to protect you, silly.

🌸it starts of as a mistake, he never meant to hurt you. you had just pissed him to an extent he lost all his cool.when he realizes what he’s done, he’s ready to cut off his arms for you. guilt takes over his being. he feels like he was a child again, and his favorite toy had broken, he couldn’t live without that toy.

🌸that would have been the case but, when he realizes you like it. oh boy, rip darling. you’re moaning, he’s confused for a second but after he realizes that it turns you on he’s going to ask you to beg which you gleefully do. you beg him to hurt you, tie you up, use you however he pleases.

🌸dabi is on cloud nine, he’s so proud of you.

🌸you’re never going to hear an end to it. he likes teasing you about it, something as innocent and petite like you gets off to being used ? well, dabi is going to make sure all your needs are satisfied. he’s your husband after all.

🌸expect him to start using toys on you. punishments become so much more fun for him after he learns about your little secret. now instead of tying you up and leaving you alone for days, he can beat your ass black and blue and deny you release only you for you to cuddle with him while he dotes on you.

🌸he wonders how he got so lucky.

🌸You were doing the dishes, Dabi had forced you to them. The reason was, "while I am out working for us. you should take care of this place, hmm?" or simply put, he wanted you to play the housewife for his perfect family fantasy.

Perfect family, you scoffed internally. At this point, you knew better than to disobey him. Disobeying him just resulted in you being locked in a dark room for days on end while he went about his day doing god knows what. You feel him stalk behind you as he hugs you from the back. His body pressed to your back allows you to feel his inhumane warmth. A normal person should never be this hot.

He tilts his head so it levels with your neck, the water from the taps still running as you stay frozen while he pampers your neck with kisses. His hands are tightly wrapped around your waist making it impossible for you to escape his sinful intentions.

You sigh as he trails kisses to your jaw. Quietly accepting defeat. Next, you feel his hands creeping south. You feel his hand cup your womanhood his middle finger pressing onto your covered hole.

“You know, y/n, I think we’ve been getting along. You don’t even cry when I kiss you anymore.”

You turn off the tap as Dabi continues the assault. He slips his hands under your pants and you let out a whimper. “Dabi, no please, I’m not ready”

Dabi stops his actions. He completely detaches himself from you and takes a step back. You turn around and face him, he is looking down on the floor his hair scanning his eyes. The aura of the room quickly turns from mundane to something worse and you stay quiet. You already know you've pissed him off. You want to mutter out apologies but you know better, speaking now would mean punishment worse than what he has already planned in his head.

“y/n,” his hand comes in contact with your neck. He squeezes around it, you frown as you find it harder to breathe. Your hands wrapping around dabi’s trying to get him free you but he doesn’t budge.

He looks at you, his eyes filled with rage. Glaring down at you, he scoffs, “I was being nice with you! but you don’t understand do you?” his free hand slips under your shirt grabbing your chest. He gropes your tits, pinching and pulling your nipples until they harden. Despite the twisted scenario you feel yourself getting wet, you could not believe it but you were enjoying this, you felt disgusted.

It was getting harder to breathe as dabi’s grip never loosened. His hands now traveled towards your cunt which grew wetter every second.

He slipped his hands under your pants and a sicking grin took over his features, his staples looked like they could have popped right out. The animalistic glare only drove you further towards insanity.

“So, my sweet, little, baby likes getting choked? Who could have thought?” he remarked sarcastically, “you got something to say, baby?” his voice was sickeningly sweet. If you could have, you would have punched his face whipping that smirk but you couldn’t and Dabi did not fail to notice how riled up he had gotten. If you wanted more you had to beg.

Your dignity had left you the moment he had chained you to his bed and making you into his obedient little housewife. There wasn’t much to lose so, you begged.

“Phle-” you started and Dabi’s hand left your neck. You huffed in air and he pulled your hair arching your neck to face him. Your neck hurt and so did your head but the pain regretfully pleasurable.

“Please, Dabi,” you say in a whisper

“Please what?” he growls. You swallow your last shreds of pride.

“Please hurt me.��

You know you’re fucked when he looks down at you like he’s a hunter who finally caught his prey. His tongue peeking from his mouth as he licks his lips. “Whatever you say, princess.”

The entire night goes by as he continuously abuses your hole, spanking, slapping, and even spitting on you. Dabi makes sure you feel sub-human the entire time. Calling you names, making fun of your insecurities and he doesn’t feel bad making you cry. He couldn’t, the way your cunt squeezed his cock deeper inside he had forgotten about all his promises.

And you couldn’t deny it either. You kept begging him to use you even though you felt sick, the pleasure was far greater.

SHINDO YO

🌸 like dabi, i also imagine him being a sadist like its just his vibes. he loves breaking down his s/o into a whiny little mess only for him to put them back up together.

🌸when meets you, that desire only grows stronger. whenever he’s out with you on dates (what he likes to call them) he can’t help but imagine your how your lips would feel like on his cock while you suck on your ice cream bar. you probably don’t even know what you’re doing.

🌸the more time he spends with you, the more it grows on him. the carnal desire to pin you down and defile your innocent, helpless self.

🌸he wants you all to himself, he asks you if you trust him and, come on, you obviously do, he’s the pro-hero grand after all! how could you not? that’s how he lures you in. he invites you into his home- it’s you and him, you don’t think much of it even though your friends warn you. you trust Shindo, he’s a great friend!

🌸your mistake. next thing you know is that: you’re in his basement all tied up.

🌸unlike dabi, shindo discovers about your masochistic side much earlier. he does have any personal issues with hurting you. if you’re being a brat he’ll not hesitate discipline you and bring you to your place.

🌸the worst part is when he has you bent over his legs, your ass sticking out in the air and his heavy hand comes down to smack it with brutal force: you like it.

🌸you enjoying this catches shindo off guard. he didn’t expect that you enjoyed this of course, he never lets it go. your punishments are always something sexual, he riles you but doesn’t let you cum. you have to beg him to let you cum and he degrades you while you chase your high.

🌸he definitely uses his quirk on you, overstimulating you until you pass out. he probably does not like using toys, his hands could do better but he doesn’t shoving dildos up your holes as punishment so, expect him to buy expensive dildos just for you.

🌸as rewards, shindo asks you what you want. you better tell him otherwise he’ll edge you hours and then leave you hanging.

Shindo has you bent over his lap, your ass facing him and your hands tied in front of you. Your panties pulled down to your ankles. He rubs your ass as you sniffle, "This is your punishment, Y/N, take it like a good girl, okay?" you cry louder. This was humiliating, you didn't want this. Tears stream down your eyes as you beg him. "Shindo, please, let me go. I- I won't tell anyone."

Shindo clicks his tongue, "There you go. You're started with that bullshit again, huh? Don't you understand? This is where you're safe. Safe from the world here with me."

"No, I am not!" you yell as you squirm around hips lap. "Y/N," Shindo's voice darkens and you quiet down, "Good. Now don't move around too much and we'll be done quickly."

Shindo lifts his hand high and brings it down to your bottom. Your ass jiggles as Shindo's hand comes in contact with it. A smearing hot pain flows trough your backside and you let out an involuntary moan, you feel yourself getting aroused by this situation as your pussy starts tingling. Shindo freezes, he looks down you and you quiver.

"What's this?" He asks as he rubs your ass, "Did I hear a moan? Of pleasure?" he taunts as he sets down another and you moan harder. "You like this baby?" another slap, embarrassing sounds won't stop leaving your mouth as he continues spanking your ass.

He stops after your skin turns a dark shade of red all the while your pussy drools. Shindo brings his hand down to your pussy and spreads your lips, his finger runs from your clit and plunges into the hole.

"A little pain slut. Didn't expect you out of everyone to be into this."

he pushes his finger inside, knuckles deep, and you out. He keeps thrusting his finger inside you adding a second, his thumb lands on your clit and you feel vibrations spread throughout you- he's using his quirk. You cry out feeling the fire in your belly build-up- you were so close. Moans fall from your mouth and Shindo eagerly drinks them up, "I- I am so close!" you cry out, and just when you thought you'd find your release, Shindo stops. You sigh as you feel yourself clench around nothing, you turn your head back and catch Shindo sucking on his two fingers- which were inside you seconds ago. You blush at the perverted scene. Shindo looks down at you, "What was that dear, Y/N? You did not tell me that you liked it rough?" he asks smirking but you only turn your face away from him. You feel another smack on your back and you squeal. He squeezes your ass, kneading the flesh.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

SHOTO TODOROKI

🌸He finds it really cute that his beloved,sweet Y/N was longing to be dominated and to be abused,he wasn't the one to deny what the love of his life wanted

🌸knows how to inflict the right amount of pain,admires the way your tears glides a and dampens your cheeks

🌸loves it when you call out is name absoluTELY LOVES LOVES LOVES it when you moan out his name when he burns his name into your skin

🌸Unlike dabi,shoto is a slightly softer yandere,this boi is W H I P P E D,his feelings are so intense for you,he would go through any lengths to be the perfect husband for you

🌸His feelings growing more out of hand when you both started dating,

🌸 he'd learn about your masochistic tendencies,when he's break into visit your house one night after your date. theres nothing wrong with checking up on your beloved

🌸he expected you to be dozing off on your bed.what he didn't expect was you to whine out his name

He bit back a moan at the sight of your naked back facing him"ah fuck,shouto~"your head throwing back a string of dirt words spilling out of your mouth at the erotic scene displaying on the screen of the laptop screen, a woman tied up,being sexually tortured

Your fingers knuckle deep inside you,your breath becoming irregular fantasizing about him.unbeknownst to the monochrome eyes fixated on your fingers moving in and out of you

You almost don't hear your door creaking open in the midst of your haze,and within seconds you were abruptly interrupted from your session as you find yourself pinned under shoto todoroki

You don't even get the chance to react before he pulls you into a hot kiss filled with animalistic desire and lust,you moan as he bites your bottom lip,your tongue darting out over his. He grabs your ankles and opens your legs for him

He grips your wrist and holds them above your head swiftly restraining your hands swiftly together with his belt,his tongue slides into your mouth again as he brings his hand around your neck and pushes you down so that your flat against your bed.his clothed dick grinding against you

He brings his hand onto your neck,squeezing cutting air as his nails digging into the soft flesh

Your eyes darkening with lust as you gaze at him above you

Your nipples hardening at the sudden drop in the temperature of the room

"is this what you want?"grunting in your ear pinching the hardened bud between his fingers,your mouth dropping open as you nod,writhing uncontrollably underneath him

"use your words,beloved"

You swallow dryly,a chocked sob escaping your mouth,finding it hard to speak "sh- shouto please,please fuck me,I want you so badd"

Using his strength to hold your hips down, You tremble as he lines himself up your entrance,he pushes himself in,knocking the air out of your lungs as he fills you up to the hilt walls clenching around his girth

"god,Y/N, you're so fucking tight"

Ruthlessly moving in and out of you making your eyes roll to the back of your head, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts

your wrap legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you

His hand reaches between your thighs and rubbing his fingers over your clit at a rapid pace making you clench tighter around him

He thrusts faster and harder grabbing your throat once again, you mewled feeling yourself go closer

You came with your toes curled cum dripping onto the sheets beneath you

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

🌸bakugou is a violent man. yelling at people to “die”, casting explosion anytime he feels like it might come as an surprise but he doesn’t like hurting his s/.o. He does not want to hurt his s/o- he wants to protect them.

🌸he finds you very innocent, treats you like a porcelain doll, always so careful. he is horrible with showing affections- thinking he might hurt you by mistake.

🌸but, when he finds out about his darling being a masochist, he couldn’t stop but get curious. he doesn’t the appeal, he’s always a little hesitant about hurting his darling but he kinda thinks its hot. he’s into it. if sweet little y/n wants it- he’s going to give it to her.

Panic settles down on you as katsuki forces himself between your legs. You shut your eyes, tears falling to your cheeks as pushes himself into you, "Oi shitty woman, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" your breath hitches at his words. "Why the fuck are you crying? It shouldn't hurt too much. We've done this before!"

"Katsuki, I don't want to do this!" you cry out and Bakugou growls, "What do you mean?" His large hands come down to your thigh landing a hot smack as he had activated his quirk. Feeling the burning hot pain melting into your body you moan and tighten around him. He stops thrusting into you, his cock still buried till the hilt he looks down at your tear-stained face, his eyes wide in astonishment. He brings down his hand, activating his quirk letting it fall against your in swift fall. You squeak again. He does it again and again and you clench around him every time.

"Are you seriously fucking turned on right now?!" he asks chuckling darkly. His surprised expression subsiding into a cocky grin. His large hands start groping your breasts, taking them in his mouth and biting on it, bruising the skin and drawing blood

"You like it when I hurt you don't you? Filthy woman," he growls at you. You nod desperately, finally giving in.

"Say it." You open your eyes to meet his furious red ones, "Yes, I like being hurt." you whimper and Bakugou laughs wickedly. Watching your pupils dilate and darken with lust as he traces your cheekbones softly before bringing it down harshly, slapping you across your face. You feel the tinge of another slap, your face growing hotter with the increasing severity of each slap.

The sound resonating across the room, he slaps your face a few more times, leaving imprints of his palm heated by his quirk. Hooking a finger under your chin and running his hand over your mouth, pulling at the bottom lip, his brain almost short circuits at the sound of your moans, shamelessly getting off the pain. Forcing his fingers between your lips, prying your jaw open, spitting inside your mouth

His dick twitched at the sight of you drinking it up.

"Fuck, such a kinky little bitch"

He pulls out of you, his thick cock standing tall and proud, the shaft glistening and glowing with precum and your slick glistening under the dim lighting of the room, he takes his cock in his hand and guides it to your mouth.

"What are you waiting for? Suck me off!" he growls. A chocked moan leaves his lips at the feeling of your tongue on the angry red head, tongue tracing the prominent veins on the underside of his shaft.

Grabbing the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair and shoving his dick further down your throat. Causing you to gag and tense around him, feeling every texture against your tongue and the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat. Loss of air making tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision. His rips rocking faster, his balls slapping against your chin. His eyes devouring the sight of your mouth filled with his dick, mixture of drool and tears dribbling down your lips. Teeth gritting as he reaches his climax, his cum shooting in thick, hot ropes on your face. Bakugou smears the cum all over your face and breasts, smirking while he looks down, "Fuck, look at you-" he beginnings. You take in deep breaths, exhaling from your mouth you whisper "Katsuki, please.." the burning in your south becomes unbearable but he doesn't do a thing. Annoyed, you snake your hands down towards your drooling cunt but Bakugou slaps your hand away.

"You don't get to cum yet." He barks. His hands touch your cheek and you flinch thinking he'll slap you again but he caresses it gently.

"You're in for a long night, baby."

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qitwrites · 3 years

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Midoriya is the one that begins the entire ‘nervous system compression’ ritual.

Back at the training camp, when he was banged and bruised and tattered to all hell, bumping into Shoji had been the best-case scenario. Being wrapped up in his many, many arms had cocooned Midoriya’s body from further damage, provided him with great mobility, and Shoji’s grounding personality had been a major reassurance during a frankly abysmal situation.

After they’d finally recovered Bakugou, and after that tragically big reveal of All Might’s biggest kept secret, something in Midoriya had broken.

He was still doing his best to train his quirk, he was still doing his best to exist and thrive alongside his classmates, to study and work hard and eat well and sleep on time. For the most part, he was himself, and he was doing ok.

But then there were the nightmares. Nightmares in which Bakugou misses Kirishima’s hand, or All Might dies at the hand of All for One, or Midoriya somehow fucks up and gives the League of Villains One for All. There’s visions of his friends laying dead at his feet, of the world burning to the ground, and the utter helplessness of letting his friends down, letting his teacher and his idol down, letting them burn.

Sometimes, the world exerts a pressure on Midoriya that would put Atlas to damn shame.

2 weeks after the Kamino incident, when Midoriya is sitting at his desk, his dumbbell moving up and down as he pores over his notes, a wave of anxiety, sudden and heavy, rolls over him and he can’t breathe. There’s not enough air in the room, in the entire world probably, and his vision tunnels, darkening around the edges. He drops the dumbbell and clutches his head, trying to get his breathing under control, but it isn’t working, and he can’t seem to hear or see or breathe.

Distantly, he remembers the training camp. His memories of that time are tainted by the agony he felt when Dabi had vanished with Bakugou in his grip. He doesn’t remember the more fun parts, the training and the cooking and the overall learning experience. He just remembers pain.

And then, a small part of him, so small he almost misses it, remembers warmth.

He remembers how warm Shoji was. He remembers feeling, amidst all the panic and chaos, a sense of safeness in Shoji’s arms. He remembers burrowing in that space against his back, and he knows, even though they failed, that he was only able to find a way to help Tokoyami because Shoji gave him his support, took care of him, supported his weight and his burden, if only for those few minutes.

He remembers how warm Shoji was. And he realizes, even as he’s choking for air, that he wants to feel it again.

The walk from his dorm to Shoji’s feels endless. He stumbles along and drags his feet, and he’s not really seeing at this point, moving mostly from muscle memory. He usually visits Todoroki and Uraraka in their rooms, but he’d memorized the entire layout within the first three days of moving in. Shoji lives two floors above him, right next to Kirishima.

When he finally gets there, he’s hollow and empty and there’s still not enough air. A flash of worry pierces through him because he doesn’t want to bother Shoji right now. He doesn’t even know if its ok, what he’s about to ask for. He doesn’t know if it’ll help, if it’s what he needs. He worries, the way he always does, and the air around him is disappearing faster, and he just wants to breathe.

Somehow, before he can talk himself out of it, he reaches up and knocks, pulling his hand away quickly.

10 seconds. He’ll give himself 10 seconds to wait and see if anyone answers, and then he’ll leave and never bother Shoji again.

Shoji comes to the door in 4.

He opens up, clad in pajama pants and nothing else, his iconic mask covering the lower half of his face even in his own room. He looks at Midoriya patiently.

‘I-‘ Midoriya chokes out, voice rough and scratchy. ‘I am having a panic attack.’

Shoji’s eyes widen marginally. ‘Whoa, ok. How can I help?’

If his vision hadn’t started to tunnel again as he hears Shoji say that Midoriya might’ve noted how easily Shoji had understood the situation, and how quickly he was asking Midoriya what he wanted, rather than doing whatever he thought was appropriate. He knew what he was doing. Clearly, he’d done this before.

Midoriya tries to breathe in, and it gets stuck somewhere in his chest and everything hurts but he starts to ramble, ‘I read in a scientific journal somewhere that our nervous system controls our emotions and that when we are anxious, there’s a dissonance in how we function and there’s a quick fix for it, well maybe not a fix, but more like a way to help, if only a little. It’s like a nervous system compression.’

Shoji listens to him with a furrowed brow before carefully asking, ‘Are you saying you want a hug? Will it help you if I hug you?’

To put it simply, yes. Midoriya wants a hug. Midoriya needs a hug. His body physically needs to be grounded because there’s not enough air and he’s going to pass out if his breath keeps getting stuck in his throat and his fingers are numb and the back of his neck is cold and it hurts.

Midoriya nods because the words are getting stuck in his throat.

Shoji opens his arms slowly, and Midoriya looks up. Shoji holds his gaze and carefully moves forward, keeping himself completely in Midoriya’s line of sight.

‘I’m going to hug you now,’ Shoji says, ‘and I’m going to hold you tight. If you want me to ease up, or get off, just tap me anywhere once. If you want me to tighten up, tap twice.’

Midoriya feels himself starting to hyperventilate and then -

Warm.

Shoji is so warm. He exudes heat, his skin soft and warm and alive. He wraps himself around Midoriya, and he blankets him from everything, driving away the light, the distant sounds of Ashido yelling at Kaminari, the cries of the cicadas, everything. He holds Midoriya against his chest, and he holds him tight. Shoji is strong, ridiculously so, and he knows Midoriya is strong too. He holds him with the kind of pressure that actually lets Midoriya breathe.

And so he does. His shoulders start to slump as he takes one deep inhale followed by another, measured and timed. He follows the rhythm of Shoji’s breathing, follows the rise and fall of his chest, and his fingers loosen up, warming slowly. Hesitantly, he brings his hands up and puts them around Shoji’s middle and receives an encouraging squeeze.

From there, the tension seeps out of him, slow and heavy, draining out of every jagged edge and every crack in his body. When he feels another wave of anxiousness, he taps Shoji’s back twice, and Shoji squeezes, hard enough that Midoriya’s breath stutters, but also hard enough that the anxiety slips away, almost tangible in its intensity. Belatedly he realizes that he’s been crying, but he can’t apologize when his face is smooshed against his friend’s chest.

After what seems like forever, Midoriya is breathing again. He feels somewhat normal. He feels as close to normal as possible, at least. He has feeling everywhere in his body. Nothing feels stuck in his throat, and his mouth isn’t dry. His tears have stopped, and his hands aren’t shaking. His heart is beating, fast and strong and slow. He takes in one more steadying breath before tapping Shoji’s spine once.

The arms around him loosen slowly, opening him back to the world. The overhead lights are bright, almost too much, but Midoriya looks straight ahead, right at Shoji’s chest as he pulls his arms off and steps back slowly. Shoji keeps his arms on Midoriya’s shoulders, and he waits. Patiently, he waits for Midoriya to speak, he waits for him to make the next move.

‘I’m ok,’ Midoriya says, rubbing at his eyes. He sees Shoji nod and pull away his arms, always in Midoriya’s line of sight.

‘That’s good. Can you see and hear properly?’ Midoriya nods. ‘Awesome! And your breathing is ok?’ Midoriya nods again.

‘That’s great Midoriya, well done.’

Midoriya barks out a watery chuckle, and then he remembers his tears.

‘Oh,’ he says, reaching into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief, ‘I haven’t used this yet. Please wipe off my tears and possible snot.’ He turns beet red with embarrassment.

Shoji doesn’t laugh though, or even look disturbed. He takes the offered cloth and wipes his chest gently.

‘No problem at all. I will give this back after washing it.’

Midoriya shakes his head, ‘It’s my snot, it’s fine! I can just…’

‘It’s ok, Midoriya. I’ve got it. Really not a problem.’

They stand by the door for a while longer, not speaking but not really needing to either. Shoji is just endlessly patient, and Midoriya is breathing again, and the world feels ok.

When he feels brave enough, Midoriya looks up and catches Shoji’s eyes.

‘Thank you.’ It’s quiet, but his voice doesn’t waver.

Shoji gives him a nod. His eyes are softer, just a little bit. ‘It was not a problem at all.’

Midoriya worries his bottom lip with his teeth before breathing out with a huff. ‘I, um, I was hoping I could, maybe, if this happened again, I could come back to you for a, you know, a nervous system compression? If you’re ok with it?’

Shoji’s eyes go softer still, and he holds Midoriya’s gaze the entire time as he says, ‘Absolutely. I’m here when you need me. Don’t forget that, ok?’

Midoriya gives him a smile, small and tentative but true, and Shoji squeezes his arm. They say their goodbyes in hushed tones and Midoriya walks back to his dorm slowly, feeling more aware of himself than he has in days.

That night, he doesn’t dream. It’s the best sleep he’s had since Kamino.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha: thicker than blood #midoriya izuku #shoji mezo #panic attack #hurt/comfort #platonic comfort #i think shoji would make a great hugging partner #midoirya knows this too #i think the entire class would face a lot of nightmares and anxieties post kamino you nkow??#they all need a hug damn

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noayuusukki · 4 years

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Dabi x fem!reader Angst with a Fluff ending (cause I need it, not other reason) Word Count: 1,583 . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

After your own gruesome fight with the heroes in an abandoned office building, you some managed to get away from them, weaving through the maze of cubicles. And instead of getting away from this scene and getting patched up. Your arm was in pain, and your head was slightly pounding from overusing your quirk.

But you couldn’t help but wonder about your boyfriend, Dabi.

You guys had only been dating for a few months, hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ yet. But you trusted each other, he trusted you enough to tell you a little bit about his past. You both knew that Endeavor was here, and you wondered if Dabi and him met yet.

Your questions were answered when you heard a loud boom, and saw orange flames mixed with the all two familiar blue flames you’ve seen day after day.

You sprinted down the hall once the flames had subsided, holding your arm closer to you as you ran. You hoped that Dabi was in better shape than you were.

Reaching the door way, you were welcomed to the sight of a bloodied and panting Dabi. While Endeavor was standing tall and proud on the other side of the room. You could cut the tension with a knife, as the three of you stood still.

“Just give up. You’re a nationally wanted criminal, you have no where to run!” Dabi scoffed, not caring if he was wanted or not. “I will take you in-”

“That’s all you ever cared about!” You don’t know what come over you, but you made yourself known when you shouted at him.

“You only ever cared about what the public thought of you! How you could become stronger- just shut up!” Endeavor’s turquoise eyes widened at your outburst, not knowing how a low-life villain as yourself knew any of that.

“Using your children when you couldn’t find another way to become number one, you abused the people you were supposed to protect- ack!” A sudden wave of heat tickled over your skin as you activated a part of your quirk, making sure it doesn’t burn you.

“Doll!” Dabi’s sudden voice distracted you, causing your quirk to weaken, and for you to start to feel a lot warmer than before. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Dabi start to rush towards Endeavor, trying to take his attention away from you and towards him.

And it worked.

It happened in the blink of an eye, Endeavors flames disappeared from around you and a powerful blast was sent towards Dabi. The blast was powerful enough to send Dabi flying across the room and cracking the wall behind him. Dabi fell to the ground, a groan falling from his mouth as he landed.

“Touya!” Without any thought you ran to his side, using the rest of your energy to put up a small barrier to protect you and Dabi from Endeavor. You caressed his scarred face with your free hand, tears welled up in your eyes.

“Touya, Touya please respond...” You tried your best to keep your voice from wavering, but it was hard when your lover could possibly die right in front of you. On the other side, Endeavor watched the interaction with wide eyes, not believing that, that was his dead son.

“Touya... Please...” You whispered as you moved the hand caressing his cheek to the hand that laid across his stomach. Intertwining your fingers with his you move so your sitting next to him, now to tired to squat in front, and more than ready to fight Endeavor yourself if it meant protecting Dabi. You felt his hand lightly squeeze your and your gaze instantly went to his face, his turquoise eye starring at you.

“Doll...”

“Touya!” The sound of his name rolling off your tongue made him weakly chuckle before coughing. You moved from beside him to slightly in front of him, cupping his cheek with your free hand. He mimicked your movement, cupped your cheek and looking at you with hooded eyes.

“Doll, drop the barrier-”

“He’ll take us in if-”

“I don’t-”

“He’s not going to do anything, and if you call Kurogiri,” he coughed more. “He should be able to get us before they can take us anyway-”

“No, no, I’m not doing that. I’m not allowing them to touch you!” You shook your head, tears now streaming down your face as your arm started to shake. Dabi used his free hand and placed it on your shaking arm, giving you a warm smile before lowering your arm.

“No, Touya, stop-”

“Eraser is at the doorway,” His eyes never left yours. “So do it on your own account and not by his.” You shook your head once more before feeling Dabi lower your arm, more tears streaming down your face as you gently fell against him.

Clinging to him.

Dabi was lying when he said Eraser was there, he didn’t know if he was or not. His eyes never left your crying face, and it broke his heart that you were crying over him. As far as he knew, it was only you three.

Dabi slightly pushed you away from him, cupping your face to make you look at him through teary eyes. You chocked out a sob as you clung to his torn and burnt shirt.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Dabi wasn’t one for emotions, he didn’t really know how they worked- no one did, but hearing those words only made you sob harder. You tried to reply and say that you loved him back, but you couldn’t.

But Dabi knew they you did, even if you couldn’t form the words.

When you felt someone else’s hands on you, you only clung to Dabi, wrapping your arms around him as you screamed. Sure you seemed like a child, but you didn’t care- you didn’t want to be away from him.

“Ma’am, please let him go so we can treat him.”

“It’s okay, Doll.” Dabi pushed you away from him with the energy he had left, the police dragging you away from him and putting quirk nullifying cuff around your hands. You watched as they carried Dabi out of the room, Endeavor still in the same place he was when you put the barrier around you and Dabi.

Glaring at the man, you tried to get the officers off of you, not wanting anyone to touch you, but they wouldn’t listen.

“I got this,” it was Endeavor, his deep voice instantly made the officers back away leaving the two of you alone in the room.

“He’ll get treated-”

“I don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth. I don’t even want you near me- why did you tell them to leave.” It was more or less a statement, not a question, but you wanted him to answer none the less.

“I didn’t, but I understand what you’re implying. Is that really Touya-”

“The public doesn’t know about what you did to your family- I think that’s all the answers you need. What are you going to do with this information?” You had to bit your tongue, not only from biting off Endeavor’s head, but also from breaking down and crying over Dabi.

Endeavor didn’t say anything, lowering his head as he tried to think of what to say.

“Knowing you, you’re probably going to cover this up- I don’t care what happens to me, but I think you should at least tell your family. I think they deserve to know their brother isn’t actually dead.” A sudden portal opened in front of you, you were quick to try and break the cuffs before walking through to the hideout.

Walking into the hideout, you saw Dabi laying on the couch with some stolen medical supply’s around him as an under ground doctor worked on him. It was a few hours before the doctor said that he was as stable as he could be, and that he would probably wake up in a few days.

You never left his side as you wait for him to wake, only leaving for bathroom breaks. Twice and Toga had to force you to each with one of them watched Dabi- promising to get you if he woke up while you were gone. A week went by and you were resting beside his bed, not next to him so you won’t accidently injure him. Your head resting on your arm and your body hunched over on the edge.

Dabi woke up with groan, the light from the windows hurting his eyes. He was about to rub his eyes, but the weight on his hand caught his attention. Turning his head, he saw you, the last time he saw you was when you were being dragged away from him and cuffed before he fully left the room. He smiled, and used his free hand to start petting your hair.

You grumbled, suddenly feeling something on your head. You lifted your head to see Dabi smiling at you. Your puffy, red eyes widened before lunging at Dabi, but quickly pulled away. Dabi chuckled and pulled you toward him, engulfing you in much need hug.

After some time, you slightly pulled away from him, placing you hands on his chest and looking at him with glossed eyes.

“I love you, Touya. Please don’t leave me.”

Dabi smiled and pulled you into another hug, petting you hair as you moved closer to him. “I love you too, Doll.”

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Thought of this while reading Dabi fluff at 1 am, and I HAD to write it now it’s almost 4 am when I finished~ I regret nothing

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bonkwrites · 4 years

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Come On, Fuck Me, Emo Boy (Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

Description: Shigaraki’s only sanctuary is you but he’s too busy to appreciate any peace recently.

Warnings: begging, a bit, if you squint. Some switch!shiggy/switch!reader. riding?? is that a warning??? Idk this isn’t beta read either so plz enjoy at ur own risk. degradation of you squint.

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You get it. Fighting the heroes is end game, he’ll never hold you above that, you understand that about him. But, now that All For One is in jail, you can be out as a couple within LOV, so why won’t he let you in on anything? When had he gotten so far from you?

You thought you were making progress, getting him to ditch the creepy hands, put the cream on his skin…. when had he gone backwards?

“Baby?” You poke your head out of the bedroom door when you hear the door close.

“It’s just us.” Shigaraki replies, the sound of boots and shoes being kicked off in the mud room echoing through the increasingly lonely apartment.

“Cool.” You step out of the bedroom, sweatpants and his sweatshirt hanging off you.

“Y/n!” Toga slings herself onto you in a hug.

“Get off my girlfriend.” Shigaraki deadpans, glaring are Toga.

“We’re friends!” Toga insists.

“We barely know each other, Toga.” You reply, holding her away at arms length. “Take me out to dinner first.”

“Don’t tempt her.” Dabi says from the kitchen island.

“Are you guys having a meeting?” You walk away from Toga to give Shigaraki a welcome-home hug.

“Yeah.” Shigaraki replies. “Go back to bed.”

“I wasn’t asleep.” You say. You’ll stay this time. “I’ll just stay, won’t even listen.”

The cold had been bitterly biting at you through the walls of your apartment all day so Shigaraki’s odd warmth despite his quirk was a welcome experience. You leave your head squished against his chest and you feel a hand slide up your back to settle between your collarbones. He’s wearing the artist’s gloves you bought him. They were the high quality ones.

“Whatever.” He drags. “So, guys..”

You tune out most of his monologuing and droning about the LoV’s next plans. There’s no reason for you to listen and Shigaraki told you that you could be tortured if anyone captured you to give information, or even have your mind read, so the less you knew the better.

“What about you, Y/n?” Twice asks. “Doing anything fun this weekend?”

“Hunting.” You reply. “Hanging out here when I can but this one’s high profile.”

“Get that cash, girl!” Toga hypes you up, high-fiving you.

“Who is it?” Dabi asks. You narrow your eyes, he’s only with the LoV if it benefits him.

“A huntress never revels her prey.” You raise a finger to your lips.

“You’re so badass.” Shigaraki says. “Let me give you targets.”

“I’m freelance, baby.” You pull away to give him a kiss on the nose. “The LoV is too popular for me, I like to hide away.”

“I’ll hide you away.” Shigaraki leans down to kiss you. Twice whistles and Toga giggles. Maybe he wasn’t as pulled back as you thought.

After the League sees their way out it’s just you two. Shigaraki sits comfortably on the couch, playing video games to unwind while you lounge out next to him, your legs thrown over his thighs.

“Hey.” Shigaraki puts down the remote after about an hour. You look up from your phone, buried in his sweatshirt. “About what I said… you know I wouldn’t pull you into the LoV unless you wanted to come willingly, right?”

It’s easy to forget that he thinks behind that scary mask of a villain he throws up for missions. You smile and nod.

“I know, baby.” You reply. “I would work for you if we weren’t in a relationship.”

“That’s the only reason why?” He asks, shuffling around to wrap himself around your legs, head on your stomach.

“It would fuck with our dynamic, don’t you think? You would hold a lot of power over me by controlling my clientele. I like it now, we’re equals.” You put your hand in his hair, ignoring your phone completely now.

“I like it too.” He agrees. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” You reply. “I wish I could show you off.”

“You’d show me off?” He asks, looking up to see your face.

“You think I wouldn’t? Parade you around? Make you my arm candy on my undercover missions? Pretty boy hanging off me?” You watch his blush crawl up his neck to spread across his cheeks.

“Pretty boy.” He scoffs, hiding his head back in the fabric of the hoodie. You giggle.

“I could dress you up, get you in a suit, buy you a martini at the bar and all you’d have to do is keep your arm around me-“ you run your hand down his arm to squeeze it- “and let me con my way into my next kill.”

“You’ve had lots of arm candy, then?” He asks. Always the jealous type, you think, he never had much to call his, did he?

“Nope.” You reply. “At least… not arm candy as good as you.”

He looks up at you, silent for a moment, before he moves up quickly to kiss you. You get caught off guard a little but you wrap your arms around him easily. He hums, kissing you slowly, letting you kiss him back just as slowly.

You tug on his hair just a little and he moans, a shiver running down his spine. You smile, breaking the kiss.

“What are you doing?” He asks, head ducking to your shoulder as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down.

“Treating my pretty boy well.” You reply, kissing him again. This time, you let him grind his hips into yours. He moans shakily and you whimper into the kiss, hands tangled in his hair.

“You wanna go to bed?” He pulls back from the kiss. You nod and follow him to the bedroom.

“Sit down.” You put your hand on his shoulder and push him to sit on the edge of the bed. He puts his hands on your waist, looping his thumbs into the waistband to pull them down.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Shigaraki pulls you down into his lap with his hands on your thighs. “I could fuck you all day and never get bored.”

“Could you?” You ask, hands in his hair.

“Yeah. F-fuck.” You grind your hips down into him and tug on his shirt. He pulls it off.

“Come on, then.” You kiss him. “Fuck me.”

He kisses you, hand roaming up to tangle in your hair and pull on it. You arch your back, neck bared for him. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth biting little bruises into your skin. You gasp, hands spreading across his shoulders.

“B-babe-“ you gasp. his hand slides up your torso to play with your nipples. you whimper, back arching further.

“I love this.” He growls. “You’re so sensitive. I’m gonna play with you all night.”

“Fuck me.” You say, words slightly broken.

“You’re so pushy.” He lets go of your hair and your boob to grab onto your hips. He twists you both around so that you’re under him.

“Shi- Shigaraki-“ You stutter out his name as he kneels between your legs, pulling your panties down and throwing them off the bed.

“I’ll help myself.” He growls before pushing your thighs apart and putting his head between your thighs.

You moan, hands pushing into his hair. He grunts, eating you out like you’re his last meal on earth. Your thighs fight to close but he pushes them back down, the actual meals you’ve been feeding him are paying off in strength.

“Fuck- baby- you’re- you’re so good at that what the fuck.” You struggle to form cohesive sentences through the pleasure.

His fingers dig down into your thighs and you cry out, the slight pain mixing in with the pleasure deliciously. He moans as he eats you out, one hand leaving your thigh to press two fingers into you. You arch your back and he pulls his face away to watch you grind down onto his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan. He smiles up at you sinisterly.

“Are you gonna cum?” He baits. You nod, your hands pulled out of his hair. One of them grips at the sheets and the other tries to reach your clit.

He catches your wrist with a glare.

“You’ll cum from just my fingers inside you.” He demands. “Won’t you, slut?”

The name makes you gasp as thrusts his fingers in and out of you. You nod, biting your lip as you buck your hips on his fingers.

“I need more.” You cry out, squirming down, trying to get his fingers deeper impossibly so.

“Oh, do you?” He says, voice hoarse. He pushes in a third finger and you gasp, shuddering as he thrusts them slowly.

“Shiggy~” you pull out the nickname you use for him when you’re trying to act cute. His eyes get wider and he laughs, turning his head to kiss your thigh.

“Sorry, babe, am I being mean?” You nod and he bends down to let his breath graze over your clit.

“Guess it makes sense that I’m a villain then.” He leans in to close thie distance and licks at your clit.

You whimper loudly, hips twitching. He’s gotten you so close from his fingers that you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your hands go back to his hair, tugging on it.

“I’m- I’m- Cum- I’m gonna cum- fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moan loudly as your hips buck into his mouth and fingers. He grins as he pulls back, watching you ride your orgasm.

“F- fuck-“ he climbs up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his tongue. He moans, pants and boxers long forgotten as he grinds into you.

“Fuck me.” You whisper when he pulls back. “Come on, fuck me.”

“You’re so fucking hot, babe, fuck.” He growls into your neck as he lines himself up and slowly thrusts in.

You moan lowly, hands on his back digging in. He starts up a slow pace, content for a while to get those sweet moans he likes so much, before he sets a quicker pace. You moan and whimper loudly, crying out for him as he manipulates your hips to go where he wants them.

“Fuck- baby- eating you out turned me on so much I can’t-“ He’s so sensitive, you think, a hand curving up his neck to pull on his hair.

“Let me ride you.” You whisper into his ear and he nods, stopping and pulling out.

You smirk as you straddle him, taking his hands in yours and intertwining your fingers. He moans as you sink down onto you but you stay mostly still, grinding down just slightly.

“What are you doing? Just. Go already.” He moans, eyes looking up at you.

“Ask nicely.” You whisper. You let go of his hands to bend down and kiss with your hands on his face.

“Ask- what?” He’s so turned on he can barely understand you. You scoff out a laugh, one hand still on his face.

“I’ll just give you a word.” You grind down again and he moans. “Beg.”

“F-Fine.” He hisses. “Please ride me. I’m not above begging, just- just ride me.”

Hearing him beg satisfies your soul. Smirking, you lift your hips and bring them back down, continuing to bounce on his cock as he slowly falls apart beneath you. You moan breathily, hands on his chest as he grips your hips.

“I’m gonna cum- baby- oh, oh, fuck-“ he bucks his hips up off the bed as he cums, moaning loudly, fingers pressing bruises into your skin.

You lift off of his slowly, muscles aching, and lay beside him panting for a moment.

“Hey.” He turns over, hand grazing your cheek. You smile at him. “I like you.”

“I like you too, Shiggy.” You say, leaning in to kiss him.

What a dream this was.

#my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia fic #boko no hero academia #mha #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #shiggy #boku no hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x y/n

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weallsimpfordabi · 3 years

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Switching Sides (Part Three)

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A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support 🥺 I really do appreciate it! Also, the next chapter will be some fluff and then it’s gonna get crazy from there, so I hope you’re ready for all that! 😇

Pairing: Dabi x Reader, Ex!Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1,933

Warnings: SMUT, jealous ex boyfriend, cursing, yelling, choking, fingering, bruising, oral (male receiving )

Tag List: @platinumbelle @sweet-bunny-writing @bunbunsblog

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Of all things you could wake up to, Katsuki looking through your phone with a hurt and confused expression was not one of them. You hoped to your core that you were still dreaming, but he noticed your eyes opening and looked right at you. Your heart dropped, not sure what you should do in this moment. He looked so angry, which was normal, but there was also pain in his eyes. You slowly sat up, keeping your eyes on his. You reached for your phone, but his large hands wrapped around it completely and squeezed, and that’s when you knew you were absolutely busted and most likely screwed. You had hoped the day off you got because of some maintenance would be peaceful, but of course, probably the worst thing had to happen instead.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” He bore his eyes into yours, making you feel as if you were shrinking right in front of him. You felt the back of your throat start to burn as tears threatened your eyes. You shook your head, putting on a confused look, hoping he would let it go. He growled, standing up from the bed. “Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re one of the smartest people I know! How could you go out and even consider associating with one of...them?” The last word fell from his lips like poison. You stood as well, stumbling over the words that refused to come out.

“‘S-Suki, what are you talking about? I’m not...doing anything.” You tried to lie, but you already knew Bakugou was the absolute last person you could do that to. He quickly unlocked your phone once again, showing you your texts with Dabi. You immediately felt sick, he really had figured it out.

“Are you seriously hanging out with one of the people that want to kill us? I mean, for fucks sake!” He threw your phone against the wall, making you jump. Your hands started to shake as anxiety set it. He knew, and you were fucked.

“I swear it isn’t like that, ‘Suki.”

“Then tell me how it is! How am I supposed to believe you when you won’t even tell me what the hell is going on!” You looked up at him, your shaky hand reaching up to his cheek. He jerked his head away, glaring at you. You recoiled your hand back to your body, crossing your arms.

“I can’t. I can’t tell you, because if I do, we’ll all be in danger. You’ll just have to trust me on this one, okay?” He suddenly got very quiet, looking away. He then swung his arm, an angry shout following it as he slammed his fist into the wall beside him, leaving a deep hole. Both of you were now breathing heavily, and you looked at him in shock. That vein on his forehead popped out, and you knew you were about to get screamed at.

“What if the teachers find out? You could be expelled! Or arrested for being an accessory! Fucking idiot! Why are you jeopardizing your future as a pro for someone like that?” He looked at you, and that’s when you noticed his eyes were glazed over. He was suddenly deep in thought, keeping his eyes on your face. Then, something hit him. He scoffed quietly, biting his lip, contemplating his next move. He then wrapped his free hand around your neck, staring daggers into you. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was enough to let you know that he was upset and wanted your attention. His eyes narrowed, the darkness behind them being fueled by his jealousy.

“Are you telling me that you think a fucking villain is better than me? I guess I need to remind you of a few things, teddy bear.” His voice had become gravelly, sending familiar shivers to your core. You furrowed your brows, his change in attitude almost giving you whiplash. But, at the same time, this is Bakugou and his ego’s been hurt. That’s a recipe for either destruction or, in your case many times in the past, very rough sex. You swallowed thickly, lips parting as your breathing deepened. He pressed his lips to yours forcefully, your breath caught in your throat.

An almost whining moan left his lips, vibrating against yours. Your hand found its way into his hair, fingers curling into those ashy blonde spikes on top of his head. His hand moved from your throat to your hips as he pushed you to the bed. You fell back, looking up at him as he got a devilish grin on his face. You blushed, pulling the hem of his shirt so he fell on top of you. He connected your lips again, his knee pushing between your thighs. He bit your lip, his hand finding its way to your waistband. You whimpered, needing more. He moved his lips to your neck, biting down before sucking on the same spot. It hurt, but you both knew you loved it.

He wasted no time, fingers slipping past your underwear and into you. You moaned, head falling back as he continued marking your neck. His fingers curled inside, hitting a spot that made your body tense in a very good way. It was like heaven, being touched this way again. You moaned once more, and he lifted his head to look at you.

“Quiet, teddy bear, don’t want other people to hear you, right?” He covered your mouth with his other hand, the pace of his fingers picking up speed. As much as you wanted to keep quiet, you couldn’t help it. His hand muffled your noises as the pad of his thumb started drawing circles on your clit. Your eyes fluttered slightly as you felt your high coming close already. He noticed the look in your eyes, humming to himself. He pulled his hands away from you, much to your protest. “You don’t get to cum yet, teddy bear.” He started to take off his pants, and you followed suit. He was already hard, watching you undress in front of him. “If you wanna cum on my cock, you have to suck it first.”

You nodded, getting into a comfortable position in front of him before slowly taking him past your lips. He moaned, holding your hair back so he could watch you. You moaned, vibrating your mouth that took him in completely, all the way to your throat. His hips started moving gently with your pace, hissing through his teeth as you hollowed your cheeks to suck harder. Your name fell from his lips like honey, and it only made you want to keep going. He groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair while he watched you.

“Your mouth feels so good and warm, baby, fuck.” He pulled you off, pushing you back onto the bed. “But I know your pussy feels so much better. Fuck waiting, I wanna feel you get all tight around me.” He kissed you deeply, positioning himself at your entrance. You wrapped your legs around him, and he took the opportunity immediately, slowly pushing himself into you. You both moaned together, his muffled by him burying his face into your neck.

His pace was slower than you thought it would be. It was like he was milking the moment for every single thing he could. He wrapped his hand around your neck again, rocking his hips against yours. He was slow when he pushed into you until he almost bottomed out, then he shoved the rest of it in, making your head spin.

“Fuck, I miss this.” He whispered against the skin of your neck, right underneath your ear. It made your stomach flutter hearing him be so vulnerable. You scratched down his back, making him arch deeper into you. You had missed this too, you couldn’t lie. It was like coming home after a long day of hard work. You moaned his name, making sure it was right in his ear. He shivered, starting to pick up the pace.

“You think a villain is better than me? You think he can make you cum like I can? Huh? Nobody can fuck you better than me, teddy bear.” He choked you tightly as he slammed into you. It didn’t take long for you both to get your highs. He fucked you hard as you came, making both of you see stars. He collapsed next to you, breathing heavily with shivers interrupting them every so often. As if it was an instinct, he wrapped his arms around you, trying to be as close as possible to you. You bit your lip, letting him hold you for a minute or two before you pulled away from him.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s bad timing, but I have to go. If I don’t get to patrols I’ll be in trouble.” You avoided his gaze as you put your clothes back on, quickly leaving the room to go to patrols, just as you said. Though, if he knew you were going to see Dabi, he’d probably lose his mind. As you made your way to the building, you tried to get the hurt look on Katsuki’s face out of your head, not able to deal with the guilt you felt.

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“Hello, little mouse. You look like you're glowing, I’m happy you’re so excited to see me.” Dabi smirked, making you roll your eyes once again. He walked over to you, brow raised. “Find anything out today?” He moved a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. You didn’t flinch this time, though you weren’t really sure why.

“The school let us have a day off today. Apparently they’re fixing something with the security system. That’s all I have. Can I go now?” You turned away, but he grabbed your wrist with enough force to leave a bruise.

“No,” he said darkly, turning you towards him. He grabbed your neck, turning your head so he could see the marks that Katsuki had left on you. He furrowed his brows angrily, looking at you with such a menacing glare that you thought you could just die in that spot. “What’s this, little mouse? You letting somebody fuck you?”

“That is none of your business, Dabi!” You pulled away from him, but he still had a death grip on your wrist.

“You’re mine, baby doll, and that means that if you fuck anybody, it’s me and only me.”

“I don’t even know anything about you! You don’t even know me! You have no idea who I am, and honestly? I’d like to keep it that way. Now let go.” He looked down at your wrist, noticing that the circulation had started to be cut off. He did as you asked, sitting down on the couch. He bit his lip, looking off for a second.

“What do you wanna know?” You looked over, raising a brow.

“What?”

“What do you want to know about me? You could ask a question, and then I’ll do the same. You’re right, we don’t know anything about each other, and that doesn’t make for a very good business partner, does it?” He patted the seat next to him, wanting you to sit next to him. You were about to refuse when you realized that you really didn’t have a choice in this. You groaned softly, sitting down next to him. The scent of cigarettes and some kind of cologne hit you as he leaned back.

“Alright, you first, little mouse. Ask away.”

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Pretty Pink Pill//Dabi

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY!!! Pink Pussycat - also know as the female viagra pill.

TW: nsfw: hard fucking, chocking, spitting, hair pulling, teasing, edging, degrading, praise, oral (both receiving) him slipping the pill into your drink, mention of alcohol, kinda corruption? You’re a sidekick and he’s a villain, so idk if that counts as corruption, burning, slapping

Summary: Dabi has enough of your pride and decides to help the two of you out, because watching you through the window is turning a bit boring for him

It was Friday night and Hawks made you work late, again.

He was very stressed because lately a few members of the LOV just seems to run into you more and more. Of course you couldn’t tell him that it may or may not be your fault because a certain villain caught your eyes and visa versa. You would never admit, Dabi was a murderer after all, a storybook villain. And that’s exactly the problem. Because It was so, so wrong you wanted it more and more every time.

The way he flipped you over with such an ease after you won dominance battling him, ready to throw your first punch in his wicked, perfect face, pushing your hands down, keeping you from moving until you used your quirk on him, throwing him off.

The way his flame licked on your skin so dangerously. He never really burned you, promised the only time he will is when marking you with his name while you battled once again, now you winning, having him in choke hold until Hawks yelled out your name, Dabi disappearing within seconds.

In your last fight Dabi may or may not stole your phone and left it on your doorstep the same night with a note attached to it:

“Wait for my text doll, I still need to fulfill my promise ;)”

That has been two weeks ago. You can’t say your heart didn’t jump for the first five days whenever you got a notification, but it was never Dabi and it bothered you how disappointed you felt. After those days you gave up, slowly forgetting about it.

That was until now.

(8:42 p.m) Unknown: Hey doll, miss me yet? Read (8:54 p.m) Unknown: You know I love it when you play hard to get (8:59 p.m) You: ? And who am I supposed to miss? (9:01 p.m) Unknown: Ouch. Already forgot about me that fast? (9:09 p.m) You: Probably didn’t leave a big impression when we met :)

“You sure about that Sunshine?” you jumped up, grabbing your weapon and holding it to his neck. “How the fuck did you get in here?” you asked him, watching his every movement. He pulled up his arms in defeat. “Careful now, you could hurt someone with that thing,” he chirruped with his tongue, slowly pushing it away from his Adams apple. “That’s the point,” you explained, raising an eyebrow at him. “I came in peace,” he put one of his hands over his chest, the other one up in the air. He grabbed something from his back, causing you to raise your weapon once again. “Relax, it’s just a bottle of rum,” he explained. “Well, that’s a shit peace offering, I don’t drink,” you pointed out. At least not when he’s around. “I thought so, so I got you this,” he pulled out one of your favorite drinks, making you squint your eyebrows. “How-” “You have tons of it in your fridge,” he said nonchalantly. “That’s burglary,” you stated, watching him as he pulled two glasses out the cupboard. “Not if you have the keys,” he turned to you with a smirk, putting them in the table. “Do I even want to know how you got them?” you signed, watching as he purred in both of your drinks. “Hawks has- had a spare one. He lost it the last time we fought and keeping a tag with Y/N written on it, isn’t as mysterious as one might think it is,” You held your hand out towards him, causing him to pull out the keys to your space. “That’s it? No spares?” “Can’t confirm, neither deny,” he shrugged, giving you your drink. “Great, so I have to change the locks once I’m home,” “Where is the fun in that, huh? What if you need a hand in those lonely nights? Or something a bit bigger,” you looked at his crotch and rolled your eyes at him. “As if I would let you ever touch me let alone fuck me, you’re a filthy villain. What are you dreaming about at night?” “You on your knees, mostly. Sometimes doggy. Maybe a position where you can show me how flexible you really are,” he took a sip of his drink, before motioning for you to do the same. You didn’t realize how thirsty you actually are, but once the taste hit your buds you gulped the glass down in one go, secretly thanking Dabi to make you drink something after four hours. He stared at you, watching you swallow, the way your lips glistered from the wetness. “I should call Hawks, let him know you broke in,” you went to grab your phone but Dabi was faster, taking your wrist in his hand and pulling you to him. “Already? Doll you really are no fun,” “I’m a hero-” “Sidekick,” “Hero. I don’t do business with villains, especially not you,” you tried to look disgusted, pulling your wrist away from him. “I give you five seconds, then I will press this button and alarm the top heros about a break in,” you threatened, your finger already ghosting over the red button. He went to grab you again so you punched his face with your bare knuckles, causing him to stumble back again. You grabbed your weapon and went to strike again. He blocked your attack, grabbing your hand and throwing you over his shoulder onto the ground. You let out a grunt and pulled out a small knife, going for his throat. A small flame to your skin made you drop it, causing you to hiss in pain. “What the fuck?” you stared at him angrily, then your hand. “I don’t play nice doll, I’m a villain after all,” he pushed both your hands down to the floor, not moving and watching you closely, waiting for the pill to kick in. You trashed against him, trying to use your quirk on him, but there was no use. “I should have told you, I spiked your drink. Sorry about that, but it will only be temporarily, don’t worry,” You grew angry, at him for being... well, him and you for letting your guard down enough for him to spike your drink.You tried again and when it didn’t work you collected your saliva in your mouth and spit it at him. He was taken aback for a second, only to collect it with his thumb and licking it off of it. “You just don’t give up do you doll?” that when he felt it. You clenched your legs together underneath him, rubbing them against each other in hope of friction. “Go fuck yourself asshole,” you gritted between your teeth and he grabbed your face, his lips now ghosting over yours. “If you behave well I will help you out with your little problem,” he offered, grinding down with his semi hard dick. A whimper left your lips and you bucket your hips up. “Ever heard of Pink Pussycat?” he asked, his hand going to down to grab your boobs, circling around your nipples through your shirt, a shutter going through your body. “So sensitive,” he murmured, going down to kiss your neck, licking along your collar down, up to your chin. “You didn't,” you stuttered, a moan following. “Oh but I did. Your pride is standing in my way, so I had to get some help,” “Stop this,” his hand slipped into your pants while you were talking, his finger finding your clit with ease. “Are you sure?” he attacked your neck again, sucking and biting on your sweet spot, while playing with your pussy, flicking it and circling it as much as your pants allowed. Dabi noticed you were hesitating to answer, feeling you grind onto him every now and then when he would go painfully slow just to tease you. It pleased him more than anything in that moment to have you, usually all high and mighty, like pudding in his hands. The tall man held you down, keeping you in place between himself and your desk, parroting everything you said with a fake pout, a devilish smile on his face every time a moan slipped out. ”Dabi please, I don’t want to- ah,” the pinching of your clit cut you off, the slight pain pleasuring you more than you were willing to admit. ”Dabi please, I don’t want to,” he was choking you while mocking your plea, not hard, considering he didn’t want to keep you from moaning. ”Don’t want to what, huh? Don’t wanna cum from just my fingers? Is it because it’s me or because I’m a villain? Be honest doll, if I wasn’t a villain this wouldn’t be half as hot as it right now. And I know you like me, your body language is very open,” your breath was getting uneven and your eyebrows contracting slightly. ”Okay if you don’t want that, I understand,” he said with overbearing sympathy. Next thing you knew he pulled his hands out of your pants. Before you could stop yourself you grabbed his wrist, whimpering out a no. The build up orgasm vanished, leaving you hanging in the ear and almost crying for his touch. You were more shocked about the neediness in your voice than he was. Dabi knew exactly what he was doing, knew how to get you to your breaking point. “If you want me to continue get undressed. We both know that you want this just as much as I do, don’t think I haven’t heard the way you moan out my name when you touch that little cunt of yours,” he locked his lips with yours, holding your face in both of his hands that were surprisingly warm and silky. The two of you got undressed in-between deep kisses, your tongues battling for dominance but once his snaked one of his hands around your throat and squeezed shut he won, picking you up and sitting you down on the table you were working on just a few minutes ago. “Fuck you’re so hot,” he breathed when he broke the kiss, looking your body up and down. “Shut up,” you ordered, pulling him in again to kiss you more, wanting him to touch you everywhere, your body felt like it was fire. And you knew he was the only one capable of putting it out. He pushed your back down on the table, going on his knees and putting your legs over his shoulders. His tongue was sharp for the first few licks he delivered to your needy little pussy, moans tumbling out of your lips without any shame. Nobody was here anywhere, so why bother? A sudden unknown feeling made you jolt up and you looked at him with wide eyes. Dabi stopped for a short moment, pulling out his tongue and revealing his new piercing. “Got it done two weeks ago, thought you might like it,” He heard a small ‘fuck’ before his lips were attached to the bud between your wet lips again, his tongue changing from sharp to flat, sometimes dipping into your dripping hole. His hands roamed your body, gripping and smacking the inside of your thighs every now and then, knowing how much you liked the pain. “Harder,” you pleaded, feeling him smile before his hand delivered harder slaps to your jiggling flesh. An idea popped into his mind and he decided to use his quirk slightly, his palms heating up before his next slap. Never in his life had he heard such a with pleasure dripping sound, his thick cock jumping in his tight pants. You were so close, you knew only a few more licks and you would be over the edge, finally. You gripped his hair and clenched your thighs around his head to. “What?” you yelped when he stopped once more, right before you came and you saw his deviant smile. “That’s for spitting on me doll, don’t try that shit with me again,” he grabbed you by your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and the way he dug his nails into your skin made you moan sinfully. “Can’t deny, can’t confirm,” you repeated his sentence, a bratty glow in your eyes. His dick was hard, throbbing at the filthy look you gave him but he wasn’t done with eating you out yet. This time he added one, then two and then three fingers into you, stretching you out, curling them up and changing his pace every once in a while. He played with your clit again, slurping and licking away, not letting anything drop. Dabi pressed down on your abdomen and you gasped, ready to come undone on his skilled finger. He pulled them out of you and stopped, blowing cold air onto your warm cunt. You were whinning, kicking him with your legs and he smirked, continuing his torture. After he denied your orgasm a fourth time you had a few tears rolling down your face, a complete and needy mess. The hormones making your go wild. “Please, Dabi, please let me come, please, please, please, I’m begging you, god” you whined, trying everything for him to just touch you again. He looked at your helpless form, having you in complete control with how he was holding you, pinning you onto the desk. “There is no need to call me god,” he told you, kissing your thighs and bitting into it. “Fuck, please Dabi, fuck me, finger me, I don’t care just make me cum. I can’t, it’s too much,” you were almost full on crying now, the arch in your core killing you. “I thought you wouldn’t let a filthy villain like me fuck you?” he asked, acting as shocked and confused. “If you won’t maybe I’ll ask Hawks, I bet he can actually fuck me properly,” you provoked the man in front of you. He slammed into you without warning, making you scream. He was a bit bigger than average, but wide and you could feel some piercings adore his shaft, rubbing against your thighs walls just perfectly. “Yeah, think Hawks can fuck you like this, slut? I don’t think so,” he grunted, choking you until you almost passed out. “But I bet you already know that, I bet you let him fuck this little pussy, bend you over the table when nobodies here anymore? Or maybe you leave the door unlocked and let him use your little hole when the risk of getting caught is right outside this door, am I right? You’re my little cock hungry slut, remember that only I can fuck you like this, I’ll ruin you for everyone else,” he slapped your tits again, pinching your nipples. “He won’t touch you ever again from now on,” your eyes grew wide when you noticed the blue flame on his pointer finger. “No, Dabi, st-Fuck-stop,” you tried pushing his hand down but the way he was pounding into you, circling your clit made you go dizzy, there was no strength in your left. A sinister smile formed on his lips when he burned you beneath your right boob. The pain was awful, but the way it mixed with pleasure was overwhelming and you came undone on him, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, while he continued fucking you rapidly, knowing he’s going to leave you bruised for days. For a short moment you forgot everything, only feeling pure bliss, like you're on clouds. He turned you around and the cold glass underneath you cooled down the fresh mark on your chest. “I’m not finished yet, think you can handle me?” he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you back into him, looking at the reflection in the window. You looked so fucked and used. His eyes fell onto your chest and he felt his cock twitch inside you. He loved the twisted shit the two of you just pulled, the fact he is fucking your tight little hole right in the office at the hero agency. The fact such a cute, little hero was so filthy, letting him fuck her cunt without much of a fight. He knew this wasn’t the last time, knew he had to get more of you.His hand snaked into the front, twisting and pulling on your nipples, his lips finding your sweet spot again. You came again, hard and fuck, was he dreaming? He watched your shaking form, feeling you squirt all over him and some on the table, letting it drip down at the front. Dabi pulled out of you, your weak form sacking down onto the floor.He sat down in one of the chairs in front of your office table. He was stroking his cock, giving you as few seconds before grabbing your neck, pushing his dick past your lips and holding you down. You choked and gagged, while he held you still, watching the way drool was dripping down on the floor, mixing with your cum that was dripping from your pussy. “So worn out, hm doll? But look at you, still taking my cock like a good girl. Maybe next time I won’t let you wait so long until I fuck you senseless,” he pulled you off of his dick, your mouth open to gasp for air. He used the opportunity to spit into your mouth, pulling you to his dick again. “Now put yourself to use and make me cum my dirty little slut,” he made you look up to him with his hand on your chin before letting go, so you can suck his dick. You went up and down on his dick, sticking out your tongue and letting it circle around his tip from time to time when your mouth needed a small break. Your hand stroke up and down with your mouth, while the other one was massaging his balls.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore. This is by far the best blow job I ever received. Don’t stop, just like this, fuck,” he dragged out the last fuck when you looked up to him through your lashes. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, but he grabbed your hair and pulled you off, his hand gripping his dick and giving it some sloppy strokes before he came all over your face, some dripping down onto your chest. “You still sure you don’t want this?” he asked you after he came down from his high. He took his shirt from the floor and gripped your chin tightly. Dabi gently wiped away his cum from your face, leaving what was left on your chest. “Fuck you,” you whispered, worn out from the heavy orgasm that just rolled over you. “No, that’s your job from now on,” he grinned down on you and pulled on his pants again. “Hey, how fast will it take for the heros to come here once you pushed this button?” he wondered, his eyes laying on the small red button. “Around five minutes for Hawks, the rest 10, why?” “Well, I hope you can explain this mess to Hawks,” he pushed the button, an alarm immediately going off. “You fucking asshole!” you yelled, panic filling your body. “What? There is an intruder in your office, someone should come and help you, you’re a bit fucked out right now” he winked, throwing his jacket over you. He kissed your forehead before a portal appeared behind him. “Text me sometime,” Dabi told you before walking into it and disappearing.You watched him in disbelieve, pulling his jacket off while standing up. A cream for burn marks fell out of his pocket. “You might need this,” was written on the small note attached to it. You looked at the mark he left on you, claiming you as his and his only, T/D

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