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shadowworks · 3 years

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Compulsion

Pairing: Mafia!Dabi X Reader

Warnings: dubconish themes, flirting with Hawks, blood, murder, blackmail, fingering. NSFW, quirkless AU!

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Alright! This piece is for The Smut Pile Mafia Collab

I have to give my wholehearted thanks to @hisoknen @some-kindofgnome , @pleasantanathema, and @ever-enthralled for reading this over the last couple weeks, and making sure it reads well! I am so happy to have you beautiful souls! Also a special shoutout to Raph for brainstorming with me when I was stuck at the very end. 💕

Edit: This has fanart! Beautiful @maewoahoah created a Mafia!Hawks piece right here and a Mafia!Dabi piece here! She’s very talented! ;)

On this ominous winter evening it begins snowing.

You readjust your peacoat and step through the frosty glow of the street lamp to your front door. Your muscles ache a little more than usual, your steps a little heavier. It’s been a long and tedious day at work; far less stimulating compared to Toga’s position working for a bootlegger named Tomura. But both jobs pay the rent. You push papers and withhold your scowls towards clients. Now, you want a bath.

The sound of a muffled radio plays on the other side, and it floods your ears as you walk in with warmth and an iron smell wafting your chilled nose.

“Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary...

Seeeee, my baby there;

She's stretched out on a long, white table

She looks so sweet, so cold, so fair.”

Toga’s playing blues again. It’s a routine she has before the graveyard shift across town. At this time, she’s in the kitchen making something before she goes, but you’re having trouble figuring out what food smells like copper.

“He-e-e-y,” you call lazily, a sing-songy tone in your voice.

She doesn’t answer, though you hear the clacking of stiletto heels on wood, which makes you amble down the hall to see what she’s doing.

“Think you can smuggle some whiskey tonight? I thought we had some, but Keigo probably polished it off last—“

You stop in the doorway.

There’s a poor bastard lying flat on his back, head twisting too far towards the sink. Ribbons of blood streak down his colorless skin, pouring out from a dark and glossy hole just beneath his jaw. You see it puddle and stain the edges of his hair a sticky red, the only sound besides your heart thudding is the soft thrums from the parlor.

“ When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat

Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the gang'll know I died standing pat.”

You’re in a daze, one where you’re not sure how long you’ve been staring. It doesn’t seem real. Is it real? But it’s not until you hear the sound of heels clicking against the wood floors that you drag your gaze to the noise.

Toga’s standing near the stove, her features vacant, shoulders slouched, and she’s holding a knife that’s still wet.

What the fuck?

You want to scream, berate her, seethe what the fuck was she thinking, or if she was thinking for that matter. But the blonde speaks up before you do, with a voice above a whisper.

“He was going to leave me. Said he was too dangerous.” Toga doesn’t look in your direction, moving to the rim of pooled blood which has stopped spreading out, “I told him I wouldn’t let anyone come between us, but he wouldn’t listen.”

Your jaw goes taut, staring incredulously at her steely face. The lack of emotion gives you a sinking feeling in your stomach.

The man wasn’t a random suit who bled out on your floor, this moron was seeing Toga on and off for months and had been trying to be more present.

Nights spent arriving at your door with flowers and sweets, and driving her to work was becoming a staple in his routine. He preferred staying in Toga’s room if they had the day off, and he always slipped out when the morning frost dusted the grass, a soft bluish hue painting the streets before sunlight.

But that’s not the problem. See, he was a core member inside the Mafia running the northern side of the city, ‘The League’ they like to call themselves. The only men above this guy was his boss Tomura, and the underboss Dabi. You don’t know the former, but you’ve spent time with the latter.

You’re aware of his sadistic nature that flashes behind those teal eyes, and he doesn’t try to hide it, either. The sideway glances during a poker match before he fucked someone over , the smile he wore when you asked about the purple bruises on his knuckles.

So fan-fucking-tastic, the broad has some nerve.

You curl your lip, already shrugging your shoulders from your coat. You toss it over the table and start rolling up your sleeves to the elbows.

Toga finally turns towards you after catching movement by her side, brows raising confused, “What are you doing?”

“You’re gonna grab his feet and we’re gonna move him onto the rug in the hall.”

You step in the blood, grabbing him by the rusty black colored jacket and dragging him from the puddle. Of course it leaves drag marks, your heels making tracks alongside, but you can deal with the clean up later.

Toga hurries over to help, carrying him by the legs and letting you guide the body to the floral rug.

“You don’t want to know what happened?”

You stop. Immediately dropping the dead weight, his blond head lolls off to the side. Your palms sheen with red, but you straighten up and push a beach curl from your cheekbone with the back of your hand.

“Not really. All I want is this fucker out of my house.”

It’s her turn to stare at you incredulously. This is completely out of nowhere for you to be assisting in hiding a dead boyfriend, even if you two are roommates. You’ve only been living together for four months now.

“Toga, I need you to listen, okay?” you say, a bit mockingly, “I can look past the murdering business by pretending you acted in self defense, but if you don’t have the goddamn brains to realize this idiot has friends, then I suggest you don’t stab people!”

Toga flinches slightly at the lilted pitch in your voice, already suggesting panicky, “We can take him to the woods and hide him there?”

“That’ll work.” You don’t think Twice about it.

Working together, you both hoist him a couple feet onto the rug, refusing to look at his face. You didn’t need to be feeling a pang of guilt. It doesn’t take long for you to roll him towards the front door, as the material wraps around his figure.

The hardest part is retreating to the car. The moment you push through the door, you see the distance from where you stand and the car parked a little down the sloping street. You both give a hard look to the powdery snow dusting the ground, quiet and enchanting. It would be beautiful...had you not been carrying a corpse.

“Stop being a little bitch and heave!”

“I can’t! You’re making me hold all the weight!”

“He’s off the ground! How the fuck are you holding all the weight?”

“But my arms hurt!”

“Fucking hell, Toga. What if I had stayed at my sister’s tonight? What then?”

“Stop yelling at me! I get it, alright? I shouldn’t have done it in the house!”

Your bickering toils through the winds, muffled by the falling snow. The burst of cold air is running through your buttoned blouse while crossing to the 1929 Chevrolet causing a shiver to roll down your back. When you reach the car Toga plops the rug down onto the snow first, then you. Your wet fingers feel numb against the metal handle.

There’s one entrance on each side, which likely will make shimming the body to the backseat much harder. You pause, looking at the front in thought.

“I’ll go first,” you say, “when he’s in, you go and grab our coats.”

“Are we burying him?”

“Think the lake’s faster.”

“What if it’s icy? They’ll see the hole if we throw him in.”

You both ponder your options for a little while, this isn’t exactly something you’ve done before...You can’t say the same for Toga, but she seems just as puzzled, almost clueless on how to get rid of her ex.

Meanwhile, the rolled corpse behind you starts to slip downhill, little by little. The slanting street gives speed and the rug starts to roll.. Red droplets trail behind in its wake.

You just happen to see it first.

“Toga—Toga, the body! The body!”

Toga cries out, taking off after the rug as best she can on a frozen sheet. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The graceful snowfall flutters with pain and chaos.

Toga skids against the fresh ice, feet stumbling under her navy blue dress. She falls to the ground with a hard thud, and you see she isn’t stopping. She keeps going alongside the body, sliding until the two disappear under another parked car.

You don’t have time to think, a chill strikes up your spine in your panic.

“Toga!” you call out, taking off after her. Unfortunately you find yourself abruptly on your back, pounding hard on the stones and stealing the breath from your lungs.

If you could sigh right now you would. Or rather, if you could punch Toga right now you would, as rage twists with a throbbing pain in your chest. Was all this worth having a mobster roommate? The odds were piling against her. You have a mind to push her in the lake when you get there.

Several silent minutes go by with you staring up at the cloudy sky. It’s brighter from the illuminating white snow, and despite the icy powder prickling your flesh, you have no choice but to wait for the ache in your chest to fade.

“Enjoying the view?”

You hear a new voice, male, and the suave tone tells you who it is before he treads near. He looks over you with half lidded eyes of honey gold.

He’s very pretty. The drifting snow flakes above his wheat coloured head manage to enhance this, though the uplifted eyes lined in black, and nicely sharp features are the last thing you want to see. You’re nowhere near ready to start lying out of Toga’s mess.

“That can’t be too comfy down there,” Keigo says, bending forward with an outstretched hand,“C’mon, upsy-daisy.”

You take his hand, feeling another leather glove hold your waist and lift you onto your feet. When you settle, he starts brushing the caked snow off your back. Mobster or not, he’s at least a gentleman.

“You alright?” he asks, giving you a once over for any fresh scratches.

You give a slow nod, crossing your arms over your chest. Fear’s got the better of you, and you look anywhere but him., “What are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.”

“Oh I am! You could say I’m on patrol, need to pick up a few things.”

Your gaze stills to your left, heart skipping. Keigo’s not alone. Standing nearby, a slim figure dressed in black from head to toe is watching you two lazily. A thread of smoke seeps from his parted lips, clouding a handsome face and spikes of black hair. Keigo keeps talking, but you can’t take your eyes off the ghostly presence you know to be Dabi.

“Unfortunately that includes loverboy. He was supposed to be back hours ago, but we figured he’s still fooling around,” a little smirk tugs at his mouth, suggestively “He’s still inside, right?”

You blink, turning back to face Keigo, “I wouldn’t know, I just got home,” you lie.

“Look at you! You look like you’re about to freeze to death.” He starts suddenly, swiftly slipping his arms out from his heavy coat, revealing a black three piece with pinstripes, and a brighter crimson tie. In one smooth motion he twirls the long, beige coat over your shoulders, letting it rest over your figure.

“Thank you,” you say, before your eyes catch something.

Dabi moves towards the clumsy skid marks, head tilting down to the red dots in the snow near his polished shoe. You stiffen.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Your gaze flashes from Dabi’s retreating back to a politely smiling Keigo, “Yeah, I’m fine! I’m really cold is all.”

“Well, we should get you inside. You know you left your door wide open?” Shit, the door. You forgot about the stupid door—

(Dabi looms across the indents in the snow and follows down the hill like a dark shadow against crystals illuminating bright.)

“Ah yeah, I thought I left my purse in the car. It was just for a second, and then I slipped,” You force a smile. Relax. You need to relax. Keigo doesn’t seem convinced, reading something off in your features.

“Is that right?”

(He gets the edge of the old Ford, and notes the specks of red soak wider here. The spots lead underneath.)

“I know, it’s pretty foolish. It’s um...It’s a good thing you showed up when you did, or...”

Your eyes drift over Keigo’s shoulder. The underboss starts to crouch low. Your pupils shrink, a new wave of panic tingles the back of your neck. Damn him, why was he so clever?

“Dabi, wait!” you shout, pushing past Keigo’s shoulder. In your hurry you kick up the snowy crystals, rushing to the taller mobster in his long obsidian coat. Dabi quickly turns, standing up.tall before you hook onto his upper arm like a lover. “I saw an animal go under there that looked hurt. You shouldn’t mess with it.”

A smirk that breaks into a grin spreads on his face, a look of amusement blooming from your look of fright. You want to glare at him, though that could be dangerous. Why does he like seeing you scared?

“An animal, you say?” he parrots back, adopting the same mocking pitch you gave Toga earlier. He’s not in the least bit on edge, and you really don’t like that. He flicks his teal eyes up to look behind you just then, “Good thing I have the city’s best exterminator right here.”

As if on cue, you hear the crunching boots of Keigo walking to the car. “Give me a break with the dirty work, will ya?”

“What, scared of a little pest?” Dabi taunts back coolly.

“I’m not too fond of getting my knees wet, actually,” Keigo returns quite dryly, sharp eyes studying the long pattern marks. He places his gloved hands on his thighs and drops himself to a crouch in front of the vehicle.

You desperately hope Toga proves you wrong. Maybe she had the common sense to bail while no one was looking. It’s all you can do at this point, while Keigo dips his head underneath. You don’t realize, but your grip on Dabi’s arm presses tighter into the wool.

Keigo inspects below for a moment. There’s a long pause like a winter evening should be. Silent. Calming. You can almost believe in the soothing little lie. Then Keigo coughs a laugh that echoes through the street. Bursts of manic giggles grow louder from the mobster, leaving you tilting your head at his pushed back hair, confused.

“There’s a pest, alright! I think I caught something—“

Keigo reaches under, and with an impressively strong yank, Toga’s head pops out in a doe eyed stare. Her arms are wrapped around a bundled rug with a fairly familiar head sticking out.

“Hey there, Toga!” Keigo exclaims, “When did you become a rat?”

Dabi tips his head down, drawing the lit cigarette back to his lazy smile. He’s shockingly calm which does nothing to ease your shivering panic. Toga however, seems fine. In fact, she’s moved on to livelier feelings.

“Hey! Does it look like a rat could’ve done this?!” she snaps, shaking the body in her arms. It bangs against the bottom of the car sending loud echoes through the nearly empty street. Specks of blood dribble on the white ground, and a couple more drops spray her cheeks.

You stare up at the clouds, rolling your eyes. Goddamnit Toga.

“Yeah, I guess a rat can’t hold a knife, huh? Ya got me there.” Keigo turns and beams you a smug look, eyes half lidded in an expression that reads, nice try, but you failed.

You scrunch your nose, quietly shooting him back a glare. Asshole might’ve caught you both red handed, but he didn’t have to be so fucking cocky about it. It’s only charming when he has a winning hand at cards. Beside you, Dabi’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, though you don’t have the guts to flash him the same glower. He is second in command after all.

“Yeah, see? That’s what I thought!” Toga says in victory.

You blink very, very slowly at Toga when she finally meets your vastly unamused gaze,“...Nice work, Toga.”

It comes suddenly. A fiery warmth ghosts the dip in your waist as Dabi leans in. It’s not unwelcomed, raw and soothing even, but it hardly lasts. His hand curls around Keigo’s coat collar and pulls it off your shoulders. The crisp wind rushes to your exposed arms.

“You got any rat poison on you, Hawks?” Dabi tosses the coat to Keigo.

He catches it mid air as he rises to stand. “Nah, fresh out. But we have some back at the house.”

“You want to take care of our rat problem then?”

“Can do, boss man.”

Before you can figure out what they mean–what they have planned for Toga–Dabi’s pristine leather glove presses at the small of your back and directs you toward the pouring light of the open door. “Don’t wait up.”

It’s barely there, but as you shift your eyes to Keigo, his features take on a darkened look toward Dabi.

“Play nice, now,” you hear Keigo say. This time though, the joyous tone is gone.

A new song hums on the radio when you’re pushed through the threshold, you listen to the richly solemn blues as Dabi closes the door. He turns the lock with a click and pockets the key.

“I forgive you

'Cause I can't forget you.

You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea”

He doesn’t give you a passing glance, instead he turns and strolls down the freshly bare hall. He hasn’t removed his coat, and each room he passes he tilts his head in to search for something, stopping by the parlor. With a twist of a knob, he shuts off the radio.

“Where’d she ice him?” he asks, still not looking at you by the stairwell.

“In the kitchen.” You return. No point in hiding it now.

His steps creak the wood as he ambles further down, knowing full well where to go. He’s been here a handful of times; of course, those were happier evenings filled with drunken laughs.

You watch him stand by the doorway, staring at the vibrant mess of a crime scene. He pops the tip of his cigarette in his mouth before slipping from your line of sight. Dabi’s got the key to the door, so it’s not like you can run away—especially with Keigo just outside. It’s too risky to try and you know it, but it does cross your mind.

Summing up the courage, you decide to follow Dabi with measured steps, “What are you going to do with Toga?”

When you face the kitchen, Dabi’s near the table where you threw your coat. He has a hand in one of your pockets, and he’s fishing for something inside. It jingles in his grip as he stuffs it into his own pocket. Your car keys.

“Are you going to kill her?” you try again, a little irked he’s swiping your things left and right. He doesn’t release your coat either, laying it over the crook of his elbow.

He draws a final inhale from the dying bud, and crosses to the sink to snuff it out. An exhale of smoke blows out from his lips, “Killing her seems like a favor, don’t you think?”

“I thought it was the other way around.”

He turns, flicking teal eyes sheening with energy at you, “That lunatic’s no longer your concern. Right now, you ought to be more worried about yourself.”

Your features go taut, which in turn makes Dabi’s sadistic smirk return.

“I didn’t help her kill him.”

“No,” he agrees, taking a few strides around the blood to approach you,“but you were willing to stash the stiff.”

“Yeah, for this very reason. I didn’t want you coming after me!”

Dabi draws dangerously close, mere inches apart as he glances down with lidded eyes, the smell of tobacco perfumes from his shirt collar nestled under a violet tie. He crooks his index finger, embellished with a silver ring, ghosting it under your chin. “How’d that turn out for you, babydoll?”

With a ruthless smile, he breaks the fixed stare and rounds you to the hallway. He seems to be making his way towards the parlor again, but the swish of your peacoat in his arm, set you off.

How dare he? You don’t like how he’s walked inside, claiming what’s yours. You might have your life screwed over, but at the very least you want your coat back as some semblance of control.

You stalk after him, picking up pace to aim for his arm. The clacks of your heels are loud, but you currently couldn’t care less about being sneaky, “Give it fucking back. You’re not keeping that!”

You lunge for the black wool, but as your fingers brush the material on his left elbow, Dabi whips the coat, rotating arms. You’re not fast enough, but you try a second reach for his right arm, huffing out a growl at his stealthy reflexes.

“Dabi, I’m serious! You’re such a—”

In a twirling motion his newly free palm shoves at your shoulder, pinning you against the stairwell’s wall. He’s close, so close, the blue flames in his eyes are absurdly intense.

“That makes two of us. You’ll get this back when I say so.”

His voice is low, soft lips almost connecting to yours. You tilt your chin up, glaring at him with fearful, tentative eyes. His gaze flashes with mirth, and he huffs a small laugh at you.

“I’ve always liked this about you. That spark inside you.” He muses. The peacoat spills to the floor. Dabi lifts his slender fingers, pushing back a loose curl from your cheek.

Your stomach flips, as shocks tickle your skin. There’s been subtle flirting between you two before. You just wrote it off as overthinking the moment. Even though he only called you, babydoll, and he sat next to you at gatherings. How he filled your glass with water instead of booze as the nights waned. Now, you feel foolish for denying the little signs.

“You have a horrible way of showing girls you like ‘em,” you counter back, your voice’s quiet but leveled.

“Yeah?” he asks. The arm holding your shoulder tightens, while the other lowers to collect your long skirt. He traces his knuckles on the soft flesh of your thigh. As his hand trails up, his eyes remain fixed on your facial features. “Maybe this will help.”

His slim fingers reach the cotton slip, and it’s easy to pull off to the side, exposing the lips of your warmth. He tests the waters, sweeping the tips of his fingers across your folds. Your mouth parts in a breathless hitch in your throat. Dabi parts his own lips drawing near, ‘til his lips touch yours but not quite pressing together yet. His pierced nose bumps yours.

“Now here’s what’s going to happen,” he starts, just before sinking two fingers between your folds, pumping deep and slow inside. “You’ll go upstairs and pack what you need. When you come down—”

He thrusts particularly hard into you, sending a gasping moan to fall from your open mouth. His voice remains calm, a hint of glee can be detected. Fucking bastard.

“—You’ll be leaving with me. You’ll work for me...Live with me…And you’ll do everything I say. You got it, babydoll?”

He adds a third finger, soaking his knuckles deep with your slick. He’s hitting the right spots, the perfectly deep pressure. Your attention turns hazy as wakes of pleasure tighten just below your stomach. Your hips buck against his thrusting hand, yet still, you manage to nod your head.

Moans flutter from your lips and vibrate onto his smiling one. To heighten the pleasure he begins swirling your wet clit. “Ah, Dabi...Oh god, Dabi—”

He slows his fingers suddenly, which makes you cry out. He pretends to ignore it. “If you try to escape me...I will hunt you down and hurt you in ways that will marr that pretty skin of yours. I’ll make you scream so loud, and no one will be there to save you. Tell me you understand.”

He curls his knuckles, pressing into a rough spot at the top, pumping fiercely against your slippery, muscular walls. You cry out, squeezing at his shirt collar and coat. “Fuck—I understand, I understand! Baby, right there, ah!”

Dabi gives you no mercy. He tugs and twirls the bud of sensitive nerves, swirling with driven circles that clench your walls in wonderous pressure. You’re close, he’s so close to sending you in high bliss. Your moans get heavier, and your clenching more and more and—

He removes his fingers. Another cry of protest sobs from your mouth only to be swallowed by Dabi’s lips on yours. His tongue massages the moans from your breath, his scent of cigarettes and smoke immerse your senses as you drown in the kiss.

He slowly breaks apart with a wet sound, looking deeply in your lust-glossed eyes. His voice is low and arousingly husky. “Now get your things.”

Before you know it, Dabi pulls away from your shoulders, and turns for the parlor. You try catching your breath, watching his slim, muscular back...Did that happen? Did he rob you of everything? Your home, your life, your orgasm?

Eventually, with light steps you do as you’re told, and turn to climb up the stairs. What choice do you have? He has your life in the palm of his hand. And right before you make it to the top, your hand drawn on the railing, the spinning clicks of your house phone perk your ear.

A long pause. Then finally, Dabi’s rich voice speaks up from the parlor,

“Hey, I’ll be needing a few guys at Togas...Yeah, we found him….Toga did him in pretty good...No, we’ll need the good bleach for cleanup.”

***

P.S, this might be a mini series 👀

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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day 3 ❅ you are my home, my home for all seasons

don’t cry snowman, don’t you fear the sun, who’ll carry me without legs to run?

day two ❅ day three ❅ day four | series masterlist

characters: todoroki touya | dabi ft. todoroki natsuo

genre: smut + angst

notes: WAAAAH okay listen i swear to god this was not supposed to be as long as it is. uhhhh just over half of this is smut, pls pay attention to the warnings below n stay safe! <33 | title credit: snowman by sia

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), one (1) non-graphic fist fight, tense family dynamics, generally toxic relationships, size difference, drug use, threesome, rough sex, cumplay/snowballing, a hint of mindbreak, slight dacryphilia, slight degradation

words: 7.7k

synopsis:

And the way his eyes glitter as he gazes at you, the way his fingers trace your jaw and then smooth down your hair, melts all of the anxiety and anger that had been building in your chest, burns it all to ash and sweeps it away just like that, with that one look and that gentle caress.

Because his sapphire eyes hold so much love it’s almost suffocating, overwhelming in the best way, has you endlessly craving more, more, more; and his soft touches speak volumes, rough hands scarred and stained with blood he’ll never be able to wash off, so tender when they touch you like this.

I think…I think he really loves her.

And suddenly, none of it matters anymore, Fuyumi’s words and Rei’s worry no longer holding any weight. All that matters is that you love him, and he loves you, and that’s all you need.

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

It storms, the day of December 23rd; a nasty blizzard that has the wooden shutters banging against the outside of the cabin, harsh gusts of air rattling the glass windows as it viciously hurls snow and ice against them.

“God, you can’t see fucking anything!”

“Language, Natsuo,” Rei chides softly, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stares out at the white, at the nothingness, just endless swirls of deceptively pretty snow, being tossed in every direction by fierce winds.

“We can’t even see the cars, and they’re only a few feet away!” Fuyumi whines. “So much for tubing today,”

“That’s alright,” Rei says, forcing her lips into a smile as she turns towards her children. “We’ll just have to find other ways to entertain ourselves, that’s all,”

And not one of you misses the uneasy trembling in her voice.

❅ ❅ ❅

“Up,”

Black obscures your vision for a moment as Touya tugs his shirt over your head, a shiver coursing through your body as your skin is exposed to the cool air of your shared bedroom.

“You cold?” Touya teases, tweaking a peaked nipple.

“Niichan!” you whine, swatting at his hand, blood rushing to your face, cheeks tingling with embarrassment.

“Cute,” Touya smirks, the tips of his fingers caressing a burning cheek before he turns away, rooting through a drawer and looking for your dress today. “It’s adorable that you’ll let me stick my cock in you, or fuck your throat, or coat you entire body in cum, but you still get embarrassed by those little things,”

He turns back to face you with a stupid, goofy smile on his face, though his eyes are shining with mirth, and you can’t help the soft giggle that bubbles past your lips, sprinkled throughout your shy little shut up, niichan!

It’s routine at this point, your actions entirely automatic as your naked body slides off the bed, Touya kneeling to pull a fresh pair of panties—lavender today, trimmed with lace and ribbon—up your legs, lips scattering a few kisses along your thigh as he does so. Arms raise into the air, almost expectantly, as Touya straightens up again, slipping a long sleeved babydoll dress over your head—crushed velvet and plum purple, this time—helping pull your arms through before smoothing it down your body.

Stepping back to assess you, to admire you, Touya dusts his hands together. “Do you think you can pull on your tights by yourself today?”

Your eyebrows furrow, but you nod anyways. Of course you can, you’re a big girl, you know.

“Perfect.” He turns on his heel. “Then, I’ll be back,” he tosses over his shoulder casually, as if there isn’t a blizzard raging outside. “Stay put, yeah?”

“Wait, what?” tiny finger curl in the material of his sleeve, tugging a little. “You’re going out in that?”

“Just for a moment—”

“Niichan!” the honorific comes out as a gasp, your hand smacking his bicep. “Do you have a deathwish?”

“Baby,” he begins, gently taking your face between two large palms, voice supercilious as if speaking to a child. “I need to smoke, or I’m going to crawl out of my fucking skin, do you understand? Natsuo’s gonna come,”

“I wanna—”

“No.” he says instantly, eyes flashing, your body instinctually cowering from his tone. “I’ll only be a minute, I promise,” he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Relax, it’s just a little snow! I want you to sit here like the perfect little good girl you are, and not move until I come back, okay?”

Lips pulling down into an involuntary frown, you nod in his grasp, watching him go with a little pout. It’s only after you hear the backdoor slam, pulled shut by the sheer force of the wind, that you hear them.

“He’s got her entirely brainwashed!” Fuyumi’s muffled voice carries through the walls.

“I’m not quite sure that’s it,” Rei responds, trying to gently reason with her daughter.

“Oh my God, what are you talking about!”

You creep off the bed, springs squeaking under your weight.

“Fuyumi,” Rei sighs, and you imagine her pinching the bridge of her nose. “When’s the last time you saw Touya smile like that? When’s the last time you saw your older brother this happy?”

Bare feet make the softest little pad…pad…pad… against the hardwood as you tiptoe towards the door.

“Mom…” Fuyumi trails off, her voice softer when she speaks again. “It doesn’t make it right, though,”

The brass knob turns slowly, carefully, silently, and you pull the door open just a crack, just enough to push your ear close to the sliver and listen.

The master bedroom is at the end of the hallway, but the door is wide open, their voices floating through the vacant corridor.

Rei responds after a beat of silence. “Would he stop even if I told him to? Is it even worth the fight, at this point?”

And she sounds so sad, so defeated that it drives a dull, throbbing ache deep in your chest, a hand coming up to press against your body, trying to quell it.

“I think…” Rei trails off, and your breathing halts. “I think he really loves her,”

Her words probably shouldn’t inspire such wicked sparks of joy that shoot through your veins and up your spine, but they do, and you have to press your lips together to keep a giddy smile from spreading across your face. So other people do see it.

“Oh God, give me a break, he’s—”

“I’m serious, Fuyumi,” Rei cuts her off sharply, voice curt. “I haven’t…He’s never stayed with someone for this long, never cared about anyone as much as he cares about her—you can see it in his eyes,”

“But—But she’s his sister, mom!” Fuyumi cries. “It isn’t okay!”

“Keep your voice down,” Rei scolds, sounding exasperated. She’s quiet for a moment. “You’re right. It isn’t okay. But I…” her voice fades, and you think you hear sniffling, the thought stinging your own eyes. “I can’t take that from him, Yumi, I just can’t,”

A tense silence settles, and you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears, body rigid and tight as you wonder if the conversation’s over.

“She doesn’t deserve that, you know. He doesn’t, either,”

Fuyumi’s words, murmured so quietly you have to strain to hear them, light a ferocious fire in your chest, sending scalding fury burning through your veins. How dare she!

Your teeth grind together, hand gripping the doorknob so tightly it begins to jiggle. How dare she insinuate that Touya doesn’t deserve your love. How dare she imply that he isn’t capable of loving, when she barely knows a goddamn thing about him.

Sparkling cobalt flashes through your mind, accompanied by that pearly, lopsided smile and that thoaty, syrupy voice that’s always dripping with just a touch of indifference, and your heart swells.

Touya takes care of you better than anyone ever has in your entire life. Touya makes sure you’re well fed, well groomed, well dressed. Touya ensures your final year university assignments get done in a timely manner, buys you whatever you want, whenever you want it. Touya provides for and cares about and loves you.

How dare she pretend as if she understands any of that, as if she knows anything about your relationship at all, as if it’s any of her damn business in the first place.

“What about her father? What does he think about this whole situation?” Fuyumi asks a few moments later, when it’s clear Rei isn’t going to respond, capturing your attention again, jaw clenching.

Another deep sigh, one that surely has her chest heaving with the force of it, echoes down the hallway. “He refuses to talk about it any time I try to bring it up, so I’ve stopped trying. He’d rather just…not know, I guess, ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist, and just look away. I don’t—I don’t think he can bear the thought, so he just…doesn’t.”

Exhaustion is heavy in your step-mother’s voice, weighing down her words and diminishing the flames raging in your chest to smoldering embers, hand relaxing its grip around the doorknob.

“If that were me and Natsuo—”

“That’s enough,”

“Or me and Shouto—”

“I said, that’s enough, Fuyumi.” Rei snaps, and you flinch—in all the years you’ve known her, you’ve never heard her use that tone of voice. It’s unusual, unfamiliar, unsettling.

Heavy footsteps begin stomping up the stairs, cutting off your thoughts, and you yelp softly, scampering back towards the bed. Touya pushes through the door a moment later, eyebrows knitting as azure eyes dart from your untouched tights, still sitting neatly folded on the bed where he placed him, to your bare legs, then drifting up to your face.

“Why aren’t your tights on, princess?” he tilts his head, a smile playing at his lips, more relaxed now that he’s smoked. “Willfully misbehaving? Or are you not such a big girl after all?”

I think…I think he really loves her.

And suddenly, none of it matters anymore, Fuyumi’s words and Rei’s worry no longer holding any weight. All that matters is that you love him, and he loves you, and that’s all you need.

❅ ❅ ❅

By the late afternoon, you’ve all begun to get antsy, resulting in Rei feeling like her kids are actual children again and wracking her mind for an activity to keep you all occupied. She decides on baking and decorating gingerbread men and then a Christmas movie marathon after dinner, gathering the family in the kitchen as her hands nervously rearrange the ingredients she’s laid out on the table.

Everyone’s already a little on edge, shoulders tense and tight any time Touya and Shouto are in the same room together, and you swear the air is electric, cracking and popping with shocks and zaps anytime one of them bristles at something the other said.

Like a storm is brewing.

The entire family works hard to keep them as far away from each other as possible, and attempts to minimize any type of contact at all: seating them on opposite ends of the table, keeping them sandwiched between moderators—family members who speak cautiously in gentle voices, who carefully and dutifully steer the conversation away from a fight—and even going as far to give each ‘group’ their own mixing bowl and baking tools.

The ingredients, however, they have to share.

It feels like a competition: who can make their dough the fastest, who can decorate their cookies the nicest, who can stay the most faithful to the recipe, who’s cookies taste the best.

And yet, none of these efforts seem to matter, because Shouto’s very presence, Shouto’s very existence, infuriates Touya to no end. They clash like thunder and lightning, silent strikes of white-hot fury that you can almost see flashing through the air—Shouto snickering quietly, or making some snide comment muttered under his breath, or reacting to something Touya does with a roll of his eyes or a scoff—followed by a clap of menacing thunder; rumbling—a tremorous growl deep within Touya’s chest; and roaring—the way his deep voice booms through the space; and rolling—his hand clutching you: your hand, your thigh, your wrist, anything he can latch onto to keep him grounded, to keep him sane.

It only continues to build as the day progresses, explosive magma rising higher, and higher, and higher with each spiteful word spit through clenched teeth, each ridiculing laugh ringing out around the room, each malicious look shot in the others direction, until it finally erupts, spouting blistering lava that scorches everything in its path, that seeps through the cracks, beginning to corrode that mask Shouto has been steadily chipping away at.

It was bound to happen eventually—no matter how hard any of you had tried to pretend, you had all known it. It had only been a question of when.

The answer to that question, apparently, is after dinner.

You aren’t even sure how it began, exactly, busy washing dishes with Rei in the kitchen, but your blood runs cold when you hear Natsuo quietly urging Touya to stop, don’t, it isn’t worth it, and Touya growling at Natsuo to let go of him, don’t fucking touch him.

Rei hears it too, of course, because the plate she was scrubbing slips from her hands and cracks as it collides with the aluminum sink, sheer panic etched into her face, wiping sudsy hands on her cardigan as she hurries towards the voices with you in tow.

Shouto’s barking out a laugh as you both round the corner—a harsh, almost piercing sound that echoes throughout the cabin, void of any humour.

“I’m not afraid of you anymore,”

And though his face is harder than marble, eyes positively glaring at his eldest brother, his voice shakes a bit.

Touya picks up on it, of course, because Touya picks up on everything.

“That so?” He asks casually with a shrug, eyes beginning to glitter as Shouto involuntarily shrinks away from him. “Shame. Whaddya say we fix that?”

Touya has always been quick, has always been seemingly one or two steps ahead of everyone else. He reaches around his body, lithe fingers running along the waistband of his jeans, and groans out a curse when his hand meets nothing—Nastuo still has his gun.

That’s fine, he shrugs a little, dangerous smirk on his face as Shouto’s eyes watch his hands with laboured breathing as fingers dip into his front pocket, curling and finding it empty—Natuso still has his blade, too.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Touya hisses, Natsuo’s words from after the snowball incident echoing through his mind. You can have these back, he had said sternly, as if speaking to a fucking toddler, when you’re in your car, behind the wheel, all packed up and ready to go Christmas Day.

Well, that’s alright, Touya supposes, because his fists are weapons in their own right, too, aren’t they?, large hands flexing before curling into tight balls, sapphire eyes glinting in the warm light, teeth bared in a petrifying smile as he cracks his neck.

And it all happens so fast, like a cat pouncing on its prey, nothing but a blur of ivory and black colliding with crimson and cream, a mess of bruised knuckles and split lips and flowing scarlet—so much scarlet, streaming from noses and smeared across cracked picture frames, seeping through little slashes and spit from between clenched teeth.

Something shatters, someone screams, but it all sounds muffled to you, distant and far away as you stare dazedly at the mess of limbs on the hardwood floor a few feet away, watching as brilliant galaxies of periwinkle bloom rapidly on smooth skin, and everything feels numb.

Natsuo manages to catch Touya, receiving an elbow to the stomach in the process as he hooks his arms under Touya’s and hoists him off of their baby brother. Shouto leaps to his feet, ready to lunge at his now incapacitated brother, but your father grabs him before he can, holding him back, arms wrapping around him in an iron grip.

The softest sob sounds, all eyes snapping towards it.

Rei stands with her arms wrapped around herself, gleaming grey eyes darting between her eldest and youngest, and everything stills.

“You leave my sight for two seconds—” she starts, blinking hard as fat tears roll down her cheeks, the rest of the sentence getting lodged in her throat. “Two seconds, a-and—and you—I am so—so—”

She’s unable to force the words through her trembling lips, but she doesn’t need to.

I am so disappointed in you.

Natsuo’s able to haul Touya off to the first floor washroom, curses still spewing from your niichan’s lips as he thrashes against his brothers grip, volatile and malignant and stuffed full of hostility, his rough voice breaking with them. His eyes look glossy, and you think he may even be crying, though it’s hard to tell with his aggressive writhing in Natsuo’s strong arms, muscles bulging under the thin material of his shirt.

Touya’s hands tremble as he taps out those little round pills, as white as the snow outside, a few clattering to the floor during the process. Your fingers knot together in front of your body, wringing and unwringing as you watch Touya toss several in his mouth, dry swallowing them expertly before leaning against the counter, fingers curling around the edge, exhaling a shaky breath.

“Sh-Should he be taking that many?” Your eyes dart to Natsuo, who’s propped up against the bathroom door, your forehead creased in worry. He laughs a little, coos at you as if you’re so cute for worrying about your niichan, like your niichan didn’t just down four oxys at once—before bothering to clean himself up, before bothering to do anything—and wraps an arm around your shoulder, tugging you towards him.

It’s comforting, and you automatically snuggle into the warmth, still shaken up from the events that occurred in the past twenty minutes, burying your head in his chest and inhaling, letting the palliative scent of fresh mint and lemon with a hint of blue raspberry fill your lungs.

He needs them, Natsuo tells you in that gentle voice, in that trusting voice, his thumb rhythmically stroking your back, voice vibrating against your cheek and reassuring you that It’s alright, he’s fine, he just needs a little something to calm him down, to sedate him.

This is the best option, he promises you, stone eyes soothing and familiar when you gaze up at him, bottom lip caught between your teeth. With the snow storm happening outside and all.

He has a point, you guess. Whether you like it or not, Touya’s still undoubtedly trapped in this tiny cabin with Shouto for at least the next twelve hours.

It’s a low dose, he ensures with a kiss pressed to the side of your head, “Gave ‘em to him myself,”

You feel like you can breathe again, Natsuo’s calming words taming the irregular palpitating in your chest, soft fingers swiping across your cheeks, catching glistening tears as he consoles you.

It’s okay. He’s okay. He’ll be okay.

What Natsuo doesn’t tell you, though, is that Touya needs them in more ways than one, that Touya actually ran out of the oxys he had brought for the trip, the ones that were supposed to last him the full five days, and that Natsuo’s pulled from his personal stash to give him more, because the last thing anyone needs on top of this disaster is Touya suffering a fucking opioid withdrawal.

He leaves to check on Shouto shortly after, muttering something about shoving a few pills down his throat, too, to mellow him out.

You pretend not to hear it, rushing towards Touya the moment the door shuts, latching onto him from behind and nuzzling your face into his back, tears threatening to suffocate you again.

Touya turns in your grasp, wrapping large arms around you and squeezing you to his chest, clutching you like a lifeline as his fingers dig into your flesh, head dropping and cheek resting against the crown of your head as he repeats Natsuo’s words.

It’s okay. He’s okay. He’ll be okay—as long as you never leave him.

And you won’t. You wouldn’t. You never will.

❅ ❅ ❅

The movie marathon, to everyone’s surprise, proceeds as scheduled. It’s awkward, and no one actually wants to be there, but Rei’s face is still stained with tears, streaks of sticky salt decorating her cheeks, and none of you have the heart to leave her when she throws on some staticky old cartoon and collapses on one of the couches—not even Touya.

No one talks about it, either. No one talks about the shards of broken glass Fuyumi swept from the floor, or the ugly, weblike crack Shouto’s head left when it whacked off the drywall.

There’s nothing to talk about, you guess, bitterness stinging the back of your tongue, sinking in your chest, as you snuggle into Touya’s lap.

But Touya’s feeling better—Touya’s feeling good, large hands running down your bare thighs, kneading the flesh before he drags them back up, under your dress, the thick quilt draped over your lap obscuring his actions from the others.

“N-Niichan,” you whisper, turning to shove your burning face in his neck and whimpering when he chuckles lowly, a dark sound that has scalding heat pooling deep in the pit of your stomach, that has your thighs clamping together and trapping his hand.

“Shh, behave,” he murmurs into your hair, waiting for your thighs to relax before his hand continues its ministrations, creeping up, up, up until he reaches your clit, flicking his thumb over it once. A gasp spills from your lips, and Touya pinches the sensitive bud, lips at your ear. “I said, behave,”

So you do—or, you try, legs spreading wider for him, molars sinking into the flesh of your inner cheek to keep from mewling. Because that’s all you want, really—to be good for him, to be his good girl, to help him forget, to do anything you can to alleviate his stress and make him feel better.

Touya teases you for the entirety of the marathon, continuously driving you to the edge and teetering you on the cliff, tempting you with the fall, the plunge, the release, before dragging you away from it, only to repeat the process again, and again, and again. Skilled fingers have it down to a fucking science at this point, circling your clit in quick, hard motions, until your thighs are trembling and your hips are pathetically trying to buck into his touch. Such reactions are always his cue to stop, to back off, immediately slowing to unhurried figure eights, sometimes pressing his fingertips into your hole just a little through the thin cotton of your panties. And then, he waits, waits until every muscle unclenches, relaxes, until your breathing evens back out and your whines fade, decreasing in frequency, until the gentle, featherlight touches of nimble fingers against your swollen clit have almost put you to sleep, just to simply begin it again.

The bulge in his jeans strains eagerly against the denim, and it’s hard, so hard, pressed up against your thigh. Long, slender fingers catch your wrist when you try to cup it, to offer him some relief, sapphire eyes flashing as he shakes his head slowly. A deep pout etches itself into your face, you just want to help, but Touya growls in your ear, orders you to stop being a fucking brat, chest rumbling against your back.

And by the end of it, you’re covered in a glistening layer of sweat, legs quivering so bad that you’re barely able to stand, the cotton of your panties soaked all the way through and sticking uncomfortably to your aching pussy, your slick slippery on your inner thighs after having seeped through the thin material.

Everything hurts, muscles feeling like they’ve been filled with sand, Touya chuckling as he stands and stretches his hands above his head, cock still straining painfully against black denim, and murmuring about how cute you are when you’re tired.

“Tired,” Natsuo snorts with a roll of his eyes, just after the rest of your family has trudged up the stairs to get ready for bed, Fuyumi struggling to support a barely coherent Shouto.

You look over at him, head quirking curiously.

“You two were misbehaving,” he smirks, glancing between your faces self-righteously. “You were quite naughty tonight, don’t you think?”

Pricks of humiliation crawl along your skin. He noticed?

Of course he did, how could he not? His voice is sharp, stings like a slap to the face, a tone you don’t hear very often from him, and it wasn’t very fair to make him sit through that and not be able to touch, was it?

“No, it wasn’t,” Touya agrees with a shake of his head, sounding almost solemn, though amusement glitters in his azure eyes, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. I think we should make it up to poor Natsuo, princess. Don’t you?

They’re looking at you like a pair of starving jaguars, stone and sapphire eyes glinting dangerously in the hazy yellow light the little lamp provides as they prowl towards you, trapping you between their bodies and the edge of the couch.

“I-I…” your voice dies in your throat, eyes darting between the two men as your heart begins to race. You don’t know, you aren’t sure, is this even allowed?

Then they’re laughing at you, cooing at you as their hands paw at your body, pinching and cupping and squeezing, Touya murmuring about how you’re going to help Natsuo out like a good girl while carrying you up to your shared bedroom and placing you on the bed, Natsuo following close behind, shutting the door with a gentle kick of his foot.

Then Natsuo’s crawling onto the bed beside you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I bet you look so pretty when you cum, baby,” His voice is low, rough, and it makes your stomach flutter.

His words pull an unexpected gasp from your throat and your eyes find his, blinking twice in genuine question. “D-Do you think about that?”

“Fuck,” he nearly whimpers, sharing a look with Touya, who chuckles smugly, leaning against the wall a few feet away, arms crossed casually over his chest.

“I told you,”

Forehead wrinkling as your brow furrows, your gaze darts between the two of them, unsure of exactly what it is they’re talking about.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Natsuo breathes, eyes hooded as they scan your body slowly, working back up to your face as he grinds the heel of his hand against his hardening cock. “I think about it,”

The burning deep in your belly flares at his dark stare, thighs rubbing together as you hold his eyes, sweet little pants escaping your parted lips. Make it up to him, huh?

“I wanna—” you start, looking over at Touya and swallowing thickly. “Can I cum on his cock?”

Natsuo chokes on a whine the moment the words leave your lips. “Christ, niisan, she’s gonna kill me,”

Touya huffs out a little laugh, though his eyes do not leave yours as he considers.

Usually, the answer would be no, absolutely not. Touya has always refused to share your pussy with anyone—that was his and his alone. However…

If there’s anyone he would even think of sharing it with, he supposes it would be his brother.

“You wanna cum on his cock, baby?” he asks slowly, sapphire eyes watching you sharply, analyzing every micro-expression, every twitch of your brow, every quiver of your lips.

You’re unsure if it’s a trick question or not, but you’ve learned that it’s always best to be honest with your niichan—he’d know instantly if you were lying, anyway—so you nod, sucking on your bottom lip. “J-Just once,” you add, after a beat of silence.

“I mean, it is Christmas…” Touya trails off, looking over at his brother, who’s glassy gaze is glued to your face. “What do you say, Natsuo?”

“Seriously?” his eyes fly to Touya’s, wide with disbelief, not nearly as bold as he was in the living room. “I mean—I don’t—I’m not here to overstep any boundaries—”

“I know,” Touya cuts him off calmly. “I trust you,”

Trust. That’s rare with Touya, an honour to be told, and Natsuo’s eyes soften.

“It’d be a privilege to have you cumming on my cock, baby,” he tells you, voice so gentle, so sweet, so sincere, foiling the dirty words spoken.

But your fingers are trembling, tangled in your lap, and your heart is racing, pounding against your ribcage, and your mouth is dry, throat stuffed with cotton. Blood rushes in your ears as you look over at your niichan again, worried, scared. Is this a test? Is he really allowing you to ride someone else’s cock?

A frown materializes on his face and he stalks forward, stopping in front of you and reaching out to cup your cheek and tilt your head up, thumb caressing your cheekbone as he stares down at you.

“What is it, baby?”

“C-Can I really?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “You won’t—You won’t be mad?”

Both men coo and Touya laughs, eyes shining in the dark. “No, I won’t be mad, princess,”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he nods, hand moving to pet your hair once. “Now, come on,” he gives you a light slap to the cheek, eyes darting to the bulge in Natsuo’s grey sweatpants. “Can’t wait to see you take that monster, baby,”

Monster isn’t exactly an exaggeration.

He’s bigger than Touya—not by much, maybe an inch or so longer, but considerably thicker. The head of his cock glimmers, decorated with a pearl of precum, thick and veiny and nowhere near as pretty as your niichan’s.

“Look at her,” Touya teases from his spot across from you, now perched on the edge of the other bed. “She’s already salivating over it,”

And it’s true, at least in part, your wide eyes glued to Natsuo’s cock as endless heat gushes, throbs, between your legs, little cunt suddenly feeling very empty. Touya’s been teasing you all damn night, an intense neediness building in your chest, powerless to stop the pathetic little whine that gets caught in your throat when Natsuo shifts on the bed, rearranging himself slightly and patting his spread thighs.

“C’mere, baby,” he’s saying as you climb over him, massive hands clutching your hips as you hover above his cock. “Lemme give you what you need,”

And the high pitched moan that slips from between parted lips as you sink down onto him is nothing short of pathetic. Natsuo emits a breathless little laugh as dark grey eyes watch the way your face screws up in discomfort, little whimpers spilling from your lips as he splits you in half.

“Aw, baby,” he murmurs, never slowing his pace as he forces your hips down, down, down. “We didn’t prep you properly, did we?”

No, they didn’t, neglecting to stretch you out at all, copious amounts of your own slick the only thing aiding Natsuo’s cock as he shoves it into you.

“Your fault, you know,” he whispers in your ear as he finally bottoms out. “If you hadn’t been so greedy, so eager to hop on my cock, maybe I would’ve let’cha cum on my fingers first. But what more could I expect from a slut?”

Your eyes snap open, inhaling sharply, unused to hearing Natsuo talk with such derision, unused to the way it makes your stomach positively swoop. He’s already looking at you, a small grin on his face, and, oh, he knows.

Natsuo doesn’t afford you a second to adjust to his girth, though, immediately bouncing you in his lap like you’re just some toy for him to use, hips bucking up into you wildly, malicious laughter escaping his chest as you whimper out Hurts, Natsuo, i-it hurts, Touya snapping at you to be a good little whore and just take it.

But the stinging fades quickly, like it always does, finally yielding to that heady mix of pain and pleasure, and it feels so good, the stretch is so good, Natsuo is so good.

Natsuo snickers, berating you for your extremely limited vocabulary, and you’re so cute, all stupid and fucked out like that from bouncing on his cock—you’re so fucking easy, aren’t ya?

His degrading is punctuated by his hard thrusts, blunt nails biting into the flesh of your hips as he fucks you, as he uses you, each piston of his hips forcing you closer and closer to that edge, the one Touya has already dangled you off of so many times tonight.

Todoroki cock must really make you dumb, huh? Turns you into nothing but a drooling, senseless little cocksleeve, isn’t that right, baby girl?

You’re having trouble concentrating on anything, really, overwhelmed by sensations and sounds, by Natsuo’s steady stream of words and the smack of your ass against his thighs.

Can’t even answer me, foolish little girl, already drunk with cock and we’re just getting started.

Yes, you whine, nodding your head in lazy little jerks, pushing the word out of your slackened mouth. Yes, yes, yes!

Your skin is crawling, itching, blazing, your head lolling to the side, connecting with glowing sapphire, and you swear you can feel his gaze on your body, leaving a trail of blistering heat in its wake.

His cock is still so hard, but he doesn’t touch it, completely captivated by you. He doesn’t ever want to forget this, he tells you, unblinking eyes searing into yours, wants to see the way your face contorts in ecstasy when you cum all over his brother’s cock, wants to commit it to memory.

And it’s Natsuo’s mean, belittling words, spoken in that saccharine sweet patronizing voice paired with each rough drag of his thick cock, plus Touya’s shallow breaths, little gasps and inhales, the way his dark eyes almost sparkle as he watches you, that have you creaming on Natsuo’s cock embarrassingly quickly.

Your eyes don’t leave his, though, sapphire all you can see as your orgasm tears through you almost violently, the pulsing release almost painful after being edged for so long, little pussy aching as it clenches around Natsuo’s cock.

A pathetic little whimper slips through your lips as your body collapses against Natsuo’s firm chest, head automatically nuzzling into his neck. His cock is still so hard inside of you, twitching as your hips involuntarily shift a little. Strong hands find your waist, a patronizing chuckle blanketing you as they begin to knead your flesh.

“Idiotic little girl, we aren’t done yet,”

The words are harsh, almost spit out with that small chuckle, dripping with condescension and rolled in icing sugar—and his tone is so ridiculing, speaking to you as if you’re so dumb, so silly and God, you really do go so stupid from cock, don’t you?

Another laugh rings out—niichan’s this time, and he’s saying something—something about Natsuo’s cum filling up that empty head of yours, you think—as Natsuo roughly rearranges your pliant body, pushing your head into the mattress and yanking your hips up.

It’s hard to focus on the words being spoken, brain hazy and floating on post-orgasmic clouds, but you’re fairly sure Natsuo’s promising to make good use of your cute, empty little skull, telling you it’s the perfect little cumbucket.

But Natsuo’s arrogance fades, finally, morphs into high, needy mewls and quiet little moans, interspersed with sharp intakes of air, sucking in curses and your name as he repeatedly rams into you, thrusts growing sloppier, massive hands keeping your hips held up.

“Oh, Christ,” the curse leaves Natsuo’s throat in a pitiful whimper. And although they were talking about it, joking about it, a mere twenty minutes ago, Natsuo knows he must still get permission. “Niisan, can I—can I cum inside?”

And his voice is so whiny, as if he’s begging Touya to say yes, harsh breaths ghosting over your bare back, cool against your heated skin and mingled with little half-grunts, ones that hitch in his throat as he continues to pound into you, pace never faltering.

Desperate pleads begin spilling from your lips almost instantly, urgent and uncontrollable, brain mushy with thoughts of ice cold hands on your waist and a thick cock buried within you, intoxicated by the scent of cool mint and tangy lemon.

“Oh, please, niichan, please,” you’re sobbing into the mattress, bleary eyes squinting as they try to focus on the watery blur you assume is Touya, still seated on the other bed. “Please, want his cum, want his cum for Christmas,”

“Holy fuck,” Natsuo’s gasps out brokenly, a loud moan reverberating in his chest. “Please, Niisan,”

Touya chuckles, and if it weren’t for the slight breathlessness to his voice, you would have figured him entirely unaffected. “Yeah, fine, go ahead,” he says passively, as if it makes no difference to him. “She’s a little cumslut, anyway,”

A steady stream of overlapping, practically incoherent thank you’s flow from yours and Natsuo’s mouths, getting lost between pitchy mewls and the slap of skin against skin as his taut hips meet your ass.

“Nat—Natsuo-nii!” you cry, so fucked out that the honorific doesn’t even register in your mind, blissfully unaware in that moment that you’re older than him, little hole pulsing around his thick cock. “Natsuo-nii, please, please, give it to me,”

“Oh God,” he chokes on the words, gurgling them in his throat.

His hips piston into you once, twice, three more times, and then they’re stilling, pressed flush against you as he falls forward, sweaty chest pressed against your back, strong arms caging you in as his cock throbs, filling your little cunt with powerful spurts of thick cum.

It’s like a rush of frost through your veins, not scalding the way Touya’s cum is, sending vicious shivers skittering across your skin. It’s soothing, almost, cool and pleasant and has you pushing back against him, hips wiggling a little as you try to milk him for just a bit more. Plush lips find the back of your neck, pressing kisses along your sweaty hairline, a tongue darting out a moment later to lap at the salty substance.

He stays pressed against you for a moment more before straightening up, pulling out with a hiss and heavily collapsing back on his heels, legs tucked under himself.

“Let’s see,” Touya’s saying, as if he’s asking Natsuo to show him his homework, not to examine his brother’s cum leaking out of your aching cunt. “God, look at that,”

You whine a little, hole fluttering as Touya gently blows hot air against it, and Natsuo groans out a curse, voice raw and wrecked.

Hands—Touya’s hands, you can tell, you’re sure of it—curl around your hips, halting them from their slight swaying. A soft, surprised yelp gets caught in your throat when you feel something wet, something warm, something strong, lick along your slit.

“Aw, niisan!” Natsuo scolds, emitting an indignant sound from the back of his throat. “That’s so…That’s so…” his voice tapers off into a soft whine that has Touya chuckling against your swollen lips, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit teasingly before he pulls back.

But, wait, that isn’t fair!

“Niichan,” you whimper, hips squirming in his loose grasp. “Niichan, want some,”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, hands running over the smooth skin of your ass, thumb caressing his scarred name. “You want some of Natsuo’s cum, too?”

“Please,” you beg, hole clenching again at the thought. You can feel it oozing out of you, thick and cold, and hate the thought of it being wasted on the bedsheets.

You expect Touya to swipe nimble fingers along your slit and gather cum to feed you, gasping loudly when you feel his tongue on you again. The strong muscle laps at the cum trickling down your inner thigh, then it’s curling against your cunt, inside of your cunt, collecting as much of the syrupy substance as it possibly can.

A hand fists in your hair, using it as leverage to yank your head up. Your mouth falls open instantly, expectantly, and Touya lets his younger brother’s cum—now watered down with his own saliva—dribble from his mouth into yours.

Natsuo chokes something out—you aren’t sure what, you weren’t listening, hyper-focused on the way sapphire burns into your skull as cream coats your tongue—and Touya’s open mouth molds into a sinful smile, still drizzling the sticky, viscous substance into your mouth, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth as gooey strings of white drip off of it.

“Such a greedy little baby,” Touya says after he’s emptied his mouth, voice almost affectionate. “Now be a good girl and swallow. Swallow for Natsuo,”

And you do, of course, because you are such a good girl, such a good girl for Natsuo, such a good girl for your niichan.

“You guys are nasty,” Natsuo almost pants out, failing to keep the whine out of his voice, gunmetal eyes scanning your little hole, licked clean and now gleaming with Touya’s saliva. “Fuck, that was—hey, wait…What’s this?”

“About time you noticed,” Touya mutters, and your heart sinks.

You know exactly what he’s looking at.

A beat of silence passes, and you keep your head buried in the sheets, terrified to move even an inch.

“What did…Did you…?”

“Yeah, with a soldering iron,”

“Jesus Christ,”

“I deserved it,” you whine out, muffled by the mattress, guilty tears springing into your eyes. “I was—I was very bad,”

Glowing ruby and soft, fluffy tufts of silvery-blue hair flash through your mind, eyes squeezing shut tightly as stinging spears rip through your chest, straight through your heart and right to the core of your body.

No. Now is not the time to think of him. It is never the time to think of him.

A tiny sniffle escapes, your chest hiccupping with it, and you clench your teeth hard, so hard your jaw aches, in an effort to keep any other sounds from escaping. Touya hushes you, large hand warm and heavy and oh so familiar on your lower back, thumb caressing the silky skin just above the swell of your ass. You’re good, he tells you, voice quiet but firm, and you nod into the sheets.

“That is so fucking hot,” Natsuo breathes out, eyes flying to the brand again, his voice breaking you out of the reverie you nearly fell into. “Can I touch it?”

The question startles you—no one else has ever touched it except for Touya. Your mouth stays shut, body stiff and still, waiting for your niichan to make the decision.

“Sure,” Touya finally answers, your entire body flinching when Natsuo reaches out to trace the name with his pointer finger, first forward; T, O, U, Y, A, and then backwards; A, Y, U, O, T, the letters echoing through your mind in Touya’s smooth, deep voice as he does so.

“Holy fuck,” Natsuo whispers as he sits back again, the bed jiggling a little with the motion. “That’s…”

Touya gazes down at it as he blows air out of his mouth, fingers running across it slowly, feeling the slightly raised letters of his name in an almost gentle caress.

He didn’t expect it to scar as bad as it did, his name forever etched into your skin in thin silvery streaks that almost shine when the light hits them right, but you didn’t seem to mind. It’s pretty, you had told him, in that gentle soft voice that makes his chest feel as though it’s blooming its own tiny ball of sunlight. It’s yours, niichan.

He wonders what Shouto would think, if he knew, how he’d feel, if it would make his throat burn and his eyes sting and his chest stutter, if he would weep for you. Touya hopes he would.

“Mine,” he whispers, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to it, his tongue darting out and laving over the entire name once before the tip traces the letters. “Mine.”

“Yours,” you whimper, hips greedily pushing back again. “Niichan, niichan, please,”

He hushes you, tells you he’ll give you his cock now, quiet, quiet, rearranging your body so you’re on your side and bending your legs, pushing them up towards your chest and revealing your little cunt to him. Large hands drag your hips to the edge of the bed, sure to keep the ass cheek with the brand facing upward, facing him.

The gentle clinking of his belt has your toes curling in anticipation, the head of his cock nudging your little hole a moment later.

He delivers one quick thrust, burying himself in your snug little cunt in a singular motion, groaning about how you’re still so tight, how you still feel so good, even after being pounded by his brother.

His pace is merciless from the very beginning, hard and fast and so fucking deep, pulling broken cries and rough little whimpers from your raw throat, one of his hands on the mattress to stabilize himself while the other weighs down on you, pinning you to the surface.

“Niichan!” you’re squealing, Touya’s blunt nails digging into the meat of your thigh as he uses it to steady you, large hand splayed out on your skin. “Niichan, nii-niichan, it hurts,”

It more than hurts—hurts doesn’t even begin to describe the excruciating thorns of pain intermittently racing through your upper body as he slams against your cervix, shooting straight to your core and festering in your throat. You can feel them collecting in the column, wedged tightly between the gummy walls, and you choke on them, gag on them, coughing around them as you urgently gasp in air.

“But you can take it though, right?” he pants out, cobalt eyes wide and frenzied as they burn into your face. “You can take it, because you’re a good little slut for niichan, aren’t you?”

Salt stains the back of your throat, tears and snot mixing as you sob into the mattress, face half-buried in the rumpled sheets.

Yes, yes, oh God yes, you want to be good for him. “Uh-huh,” you breathe out, the noise stuttering past your lips in time with the quick snap of his hips.

And, fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful like this, so fucking hot, taking his cock so well when he’s giving it to you so hard.

“Good,” he gasps, eyes zeroing in on his name etched into your ass, peaking out from between his thumb and forefinger, glimmering when it catches in the pale moonlight. “So fucking good for me,”

Because you are, with your dedication, and your submission, and your pure devotion to him as he brutally fucks you, taking everything he gives you, taking it so well.

And it’s these thoughts, swirling in his mind as you gaze up at him, a mess of sweat and drool and cum, teary eyes dazedly watching him like he’s some sort of god, that have his hips stuttering, filling you with cum, thick and hot and so much, your body going lax under his grip as he chokes out how much he loves you.

Senseless gurgling bubbles past your lips as you try to move, try to roll onto your back or uncurl your limp body, whining softly when you find that you can’t. Two silhouettes loom over you menacingly, the sound of laughter and mingled voices blanketing you, murmuring words you can barely make out. Another pathetic whine hitches in your throat, tongue sluggish in your mouth as you try to speak again, losing the battle with your heavy eyelids a moment later, finally engulfed in darkness.

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi smut #todoroki touya smut #dabi #todoroki touya #there's one line of dialogue in the smut taken straight from my life no joke <33 #ok ok ok dont expand the tags unless u want a slight spoiler!!! promised anon i'd answer here so!!#this almost murdered me #deadass almost jumped out from my laptop screen and stabbed me in the heart #uuuuh YES ANON FROM BEFORE there's ur answer: rei is caught in a moral struggle and her dad would rather not know #tw pseudo-incest #tw drugs

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lethargicsunlight · 3 years

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Dabi X SpookyQuirk!Reader "Conflagration" (mini) (Part 8)

(See the other parts on my directory! LINK)

It's happening again.

The fire.

Bark on a nearby tree has turned black, crisscrossed with cerulean streaks; like lightning, glowing from within. Embers spit and sizzle, arcing down to the scorched earth from the branches and dancing on the thermal winds that send the blaze into organic, breath-like spirals.

It's loud. You've never heard anything like it. The very air was as though bellowing with emotion; tearing it molecularly apart to feed a frenzied beast. Between the cacophony and the sapphire hues--you reach for serenity. To pull apart the pain that keeps you tethered, and move past it.

This was your third time visiting this place.

The second had been like the first, stuck and swallowed by the flames and waking up in a cold sweat.

But not this time.

Determined to change the fate of this vision, you let go of trying to struggle and sink into the scenery. It's wretched--the pain insurmountable despite how you remain absolutely lucid as something you can't fathom rakes through your flesh down to the bone. You can see and you can't see all at once.

Your eyes are closed, but you also know what the fire looks like--what the burning foliage looks like. You know there's a stream nearby, even though your body won't move towards it. You know there's someone that was supposed to be here..

But they never came.

It's their fault.

These thoughts aren't yours. These memories aren't yours. Finally everything seems to mount until at a fever pitch, and your essence finally blends in--syncing with the environment and becoming part of it.

Why didn't he come?!

If he had... just this once..!

I could've shown him!

It was a little boy's voice; echoing through the smoke that rose from burning trees and boiling streams. Broken, angry, and sad.

Finally, the world begins fading to black like dropping ink into a glass of water; transparent at first, but then its pitch darkness.

And at the vision's end, all you can feel is cold.

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This time when you wake up, your body is buzzing. Your arms and chest quake uncontrollably, and you grab for your phone to check the time. It's 2:45 AM. You try to set it down carefully, but instead it clatters unto the wood of the bedside table.

You force yourself to rise and sit at the side of the bed; shaking hands massaging your scalp as you stare at the floor.

This wasn't a coincidence anymore.

At first, you thought this was some subconscious dialogue your own mind wanted to share with you; a warning as you kept finding yourself closer and closer with the League of Villains and Dabi in particular. Seeing as things had turned out, however.. there was no warning that could sway you. Your mind's previous interpretations of 'right' and 'wrong' had evolved, and you could no longer look at the world in the black and white spectrum as it wanted you to.

So why?

You can put two and two together. You were being burned, or rather, whoever you were projecting from had been. And, seeing as how Dabi was littered with burn scars..

It's really amazing you hadn't figured it out till now.

The broken and sad voice of the boy echoes in your mind and it takes a full second to convince yourself that it's not happening again as you fidget, and eventually stand up. There's no way you can go back to sleep now. Instead, you begin to get dressed. You needed to go outside and be somewhere other than this room.

Since you had shared a kiss with the elusive metal firebrand, you had both promised to be more open. Unfortunately though, while you had plenty of confessions for him.. he had little. Not for being secretive, but more because he spent most of his time focused on what needed to be done. He admitted to some personal pleasures, but they were far from anything he 'loved' or 'favored' for more than short-term. Whether that was hobbies or even people. He never kept anyone close, and even the League was often just at arms length.

When it came to his past though, he was always short about his answers and quick to go into his usual manifesto.

"So.." You start, a little awkwardly as the two of you are making headway back towards the base. It has almost felt like a game of twenty questions, as he relinquished to finally asking you about your life and quirk. 'What was it like as a kid?' 'Did you have parents?' 'Was it scary?'

"Those scars..? How did you get them?"

You can see a shift in his posture then, and his eyes narrow as he focuses forward. "Something that happened quite a while ago now. It's a reminder of my purpose.. but it's nothing more important than that."

Your eyebrows dip in, and you know it probably is more important than that, but you don't push. "Oh.."

There's a flash of guilt in his eyes as he recognizes the disappointment in your voice. "It's because of this hero society." He spits the venom laced words, trying to pivot your attention to something else. "They're hypocrites, and they need to be torn down from their shiny pedestals. They think they're invincible because this twisted society protects them.. but we're going to stop that."

He looks at you, eyes hard and hot with malice and determination. "Right..?" He asks you, as though his interpretation of 'we' was actually intended for the two of you alone, rather than the League and its entirety.

"Right."

You're still shaking as you make your way downstairs. You're surprised to find Shigaraki and Kurogiri both there; the latter at the bar and the former with his face lit up by a monitor in the corner.

"Y/n?" It's Kurogiri announcing your presence, fiery yellow eyes unreadable despite the concerned sound in his voice.

"Sorry. Had a hard time sleeping again, I just need some air." You say, making your way towards the exit.

The bell sounds a familiar jingle upon your departure, and you don't notice Shigaraki turning in his chair to stare at the door as it closes.

Kurogiri goes about making you some of that tea he mentioned weeks back, and eventually he brings it out to you; still piping hot and tasting of medicine. It helps, but you never bring yourself to admit to the misty man what you had been dreaming about. You make the excuse that you may have overused your quirk, or weren't used to the extended effects of your new abilities and it affected your sleep. That was good enough for him.

When you return to your room in the hopes of getting the last few hours of rest, you first stand outside of it--wondering if you should take a few steps more down the hall to a certain door. The discovery of your mutual feelings encouraged you--but it was still so new. You feared confronting him about the dreams might turn him away and make him cold again.

Instead you sluggishly return to bed. When chasing sleep didn't work, you grabbed the sketchbook from your bag and used the light on your phone to sketch the fire.

When the image felt empty, you added a silhouette of a boy in pain.

#dabi x reader #dabi x spookyquirk!reader #dabi fluff #touya x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #league of villains #halloween vibez #lov fanfic #shigaraki #kurogiri

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get-shiggy-with-it · 3 years

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Ch. 4

18 + Minors DNI Please Check Rules Before You Follow

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader (brief reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut, allusion to nausea (once), brief sacrilegious language (dabi), mentions of alcohol (dabi), mentions of smoking (dabi), dabi is just a whole warning of his own, gender neutral pronouns for reader, fem cause they're called a woman as an insult, Shiggy is an asshole, grinding, degradation,

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which a project is completed and a new one begins

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged)

Your project was almost complete.

In some ways, it sort of felt like the end of an era. To Tomura, who was a creature of habit by nature, it was doubly strange to imagine no longer spending hours a few days each week locked away in your little study room with you bugging him to teach you simple html and him not-so-discreetly sniffing your hair.

He still hadn’t asked you out or whatever he’d been trying to do, much to Dabi’s chagrin. And because of this, Tomura was consistently plagued with the feeling of time running out.

You were supposed to meet today for probably the last time seeing as the presentation was coming up at the end of the week. He knew it was now or never at this point. If he didn’t fucking say something now, he never would and then he’d have to live with the same his roommate wouldn’t let him live down.

So instead of heading directly to the library after class, Tomura took the old route back to his apartment and shot you a quick text—praying to the fucking boner gods, as Dabi called them, that you’d take the bait.

would you mind putting the finish touches on shit at my place?—

there’s some parts i gotta do from my desktop—

That wasn’t completely a lie. It was nicer working from his pc setup, but before he wouldn’t have let you come anywhere fucking near there. Not until he’d finally accepted that you’d wormed your way into his brain somehow and he couldn’t live another day not knowing what your tongue tasted like.

bitch (endearing):

—no problem

—what’s your address?

Tomura’s heart fucking pounded mercilessly against the bony prison of his ribs. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to some good old fashioned anxiety, but he’d never felt a strange stirring in his stomach quite like this. Like he might puke, but in a good way.

He quickly sent back his street and apartment number, and waited on the corner until you texted back that you’d be there in an hour before he rushed inside.

“What the hell are you doing, creep?!” Dabi snapped at him when he burst through the door and yeeted his backpack onto the kitchen table.

Tomura didn’t answer, just made a beeline for the bathroom and slammed the door. He doused himself in record time, unbothered by the hot water causing red, patchy flare ups to bloom over his skin. He was almost disgusted with himself for putting in this much effort for someone like you. Someone being definitely kind of a slut if the way you dressed was a good indicator. But he just kept thinking about the way your hair or skin smelled so goddamn good when you leaned in close and he wanted you to be obsessed with him in the same way. Wanted you to want to bury your face in his neck and breath him in.

When he stumbled out into the hall moments later, towel drying his hair roughly, Dabi was taking a shot over the sink.

He looked at Tomura like hell had frozen over.

“Two showers in like a month?” he mused, sucking his teeth as the alcohol slid down his throat. “What’s the occasion? The fucking, second coming of Christ?”

“Well the bitch is coming over so…”

“Oh, that is a fucking miracle,” Dabi whistled and knocked back a second shot.

Tomura glared, stepping into his room and tossing his towel aside to tug on his nicest pair of black joggers and t-shirt that gapped a bit at the front, showing off a large expanse of his chest. It made him a bit nervous even just looking at his reflection but you definitely stared the few times he’d taken off his hoodie while you were working, so the risk seemed worth the reward.

“Yeah, well you’re gonna have to piss off for the night,” Tomura shouted into the kitchen as Dabi sauntered over to lean against his doorframe.

“You know, I conveniently do have a dick appointment with my own bitch, but now I don’t want to go.”

His tone was teasing, eyes hooded and clearly enjoying how flustered Tomura was already before you’d even gotten here. Tomura moved to snatch another pillow and do battle but Dabi raised his hands up quickly in defeat.

“Oh no, no, I just fucking did my hair for this Keigo asshole you are not gonna ruin it with that petty shit,” he shot back and disappeared somewhere into his own room. “I’ll be out of your greasy ass hair don’t worry.”

Tomura seethed and bit back of reply of his hair for once not being greasy as hell, but the multiple cum stains—both his and his nasty fucking roommates—marring the comforter caught his eye.

“Ugh,” he mumbled and balled the whole thing up, shoving it under the bed and spreading out one of his merch blankets from that manga you both liked.

Hopefully you wouldn’t think that was too cringey, but he had definitely seen your room plastered with merch in the background of your social media profiles which he totally did not stalk at all and maybe jerk off to on occasion.

The rest of his room was quickly cleared by a combination of shoving random crap into his closet and filling up their recycling bin to the brim with empty energy drink cans. He tackled the kitchen next which wasn’t as hard as he’d expected. Neither he nor Dabi cooked all that frequently, so the dishes weren’t an issue and the vague, lingering smell of whatever the fuck Dabi had been smoking early was cleared out a bit by leaving the balcony door ajar.

He checked the time on his phone obsessively, about ready to pound on Dabi’s door and throw him out on the step when the man in question emerged on his own—black platform boots donned with his ass hugging ripped jeans and a loose tank top.

He had on fucking eyeliner.

God and he thought Tomura was being desperate.

“What? Wishing you’d locked this down first?” Dabi sneered, grabbing his jacket from the rack and shoulder checking Tomura on his way to the door.

“I—” he stammered for a second, bristling as Dabi towered over him a bit in those fucking boots. “No, asshole, just leave before they get here.”

But at the exact moment that Dabi rolled his eyes and flung open the door, Tomura’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking up in mingled horror and embarrassment, he watched the door hit the wall and reveal you, a little more casually dressed than usual looking stunned as Dabi grinned down at you with pierced lips.

“Hi, I’m-” you started but Tomura’s live-in nightmare cut you off.

“Oh I know who you are, dollface,” Dabi wiggled his fucking eyebrows at you, clearly playing up the dramatics as much as possible to a degree even Tomura didn’t think he could pull off. “Name’s Dabi—”

“Uh, yeah and he was just leaving,” Tomura hissed and placed his shoulder firmly in the center of his roommate’s back, launching him onto the welcome mat as you side-stepped through the door.

“Yeah, see ya later creep,” he fucking winked as the door slammed shut in his face.

Tomura’s cheeks burned in the following silence which was only broken by your quiet chuckle. He noticed you did that a lot. Laughed at things without even thinking about whether it would sound weird.

“He seems like a lot,” you mumbled and glanced around at the living room/kitchen/foyer of his tiny apartment.

“Yeah…”

He thought he might feel the same sort of disturbance he usually did when Dabi brought his dates home but you seemed to fit easily into the space, unobtrusive but bright against the dingy walls.

“So, should we get to it?” you asked with a wry smile, spinning to face him and silhouetted by the sun set filtering in past the balcony.

He may not have felt the usual discomfort of intruders in his space, but his hands shook where he clutched at his thighs nonetheless. And just like always, if you noticed the bunched up fabric and the not so slight tremor in his bony arms, you didn’t say a thing about it.

You looked so good propped up on his bed, back against the wall and legs dangling off the sides as the now strangely comforting sound of your furious typing filled his room. It had been a few hours now, and Dabi had been true to his word, seemingly gone until tomorrow morning. The room was illuminated only by your screens and his small desk lamp that lit up your legs like a stage spot light.

His mind fogged over more than once with the fantasy of laying in between them.

“I just shared the final bit of script,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

The notification pinged at the top of his screen and he hummed in acknowledgement, plugging in your last pieces of text and saving the program.

And just like that.

It was over.

“I think we’re done,” Tomura whispered.

He didn’t really mean to say it so softly, but it felt strange to talk at full volume so he rasped out the words, knowing you wouldn’t care how shitty his voice sounded.

There was a creak and soft footsteps behind him as you shuffled off the bed and over to his desk. Your hands rested way too close to his shoulders than necessary while you leaned over his chair to look at the finished product.

It was still a little rough around the edges but Tomura found himself feeling a swell of satisfaction now that it was complete. All things considered, you’d come up with a pretty damn good concept and he liked knowing he played a role in helping it come to fruition.

The piece you picked was weird as shit. Some political satire about eating babies, lots of juxtaposition about the private life versus the public self and some bullshit rants on the nature of humanity blah blah blah.

It actually reminded him of you a little bit, now that he thought about it as he took advantage of you position to stare intently at your eyes scanning the screen. Not the eating babies thing, but the whole private self stuff.

In the half semester he’d spent locked away with you in quiet rooms and noisy, dimly lit basements, he could see such a stark contrast between the you he’d known from class all those weeks ago and the you currently sighing in relief over his shoulder.

Softer, more real—not so Stacy, bimbo, pick me slut like he’d always imagined you to be.

“Damn, we did it my guy,” you nodded, clearly impressed with yourself and him as well, which had Tomura’s chest puffing out just a bit under the attention. “I could fucking kiss you, I thought we’d never get it done.”

You turned to him, eyes closed in a half laugh but Tomura was so far from laughing. Cause you were really, really fucking close and he could smell you again and you’d been chewing that fucking gum cause it was hot on your breath. He knew, he really did, that you were kidding, that this was just a thing people said when they were relieved but he couldn’t help the weird, deer in the headlights stare that his face froze in.

Blinking, you raised your eyebrows at him questioningly when he didn’t make some crude comment about your chest brushing against his arm or shrug you off like he might have before.

And then you got this knowing, little mischievous look that reminds him far too much of Dabi for a split second before you pressed your face just an inch closer.

His eyes flicked down instinctively to your lips and his face burned when realized there was no way you didn’t see how he looked at you. Shockingly, despite the churning in his gut and the shaking in his legs, Tomura leaned forward just a bit too, working up enough scant courage to maybe close the gap. But then you started laughing?

It bubbled up quietly in your chest, more of a giggle than anything else.

You were laughing and shaking your head and his stomach fucking dropped to the ground and his face was on fire cause you were laughing and that meant he’d been fucking played like a goddamn fiddle but—

But then you gave him this faint smile and you weren't laughing anymore, because you were kissing him.

You were fucking kissing him.

Which, while yes he had set out to have this be the end goal of the night, he hadn’t actually believed it would ever happen. He’d never felt it in his bones like he thought he was supposed to.

And holy shit your lips were so soft??

So soft and smooth with no cool, sharp metal poking or pulling at the splits on his. It was like fucking crack, or what he imagined crack might be like with the way your mouth just glided against his. It was so easy to follow you, which was good cause he didn’t have a goddamn clue what he was doing for the most part. But you made it feel simple, and you even ran your tongue over the little scar that bisected his lips in this painfully adorable way that had Tomura pitching a tent in his pants like lightning.

God and when you pulled back and just enough to look at him again:

It was like every one of those cutesy, shojo manga suddenly made sense. The panels where the main characters look at each other and flowers bloom off the fucking page while they stare with those dark, hungry eyes—

Yeah.

Yeah he got it now.

And he was gonna ride that wave while he had it. So Tomura steeled himself and surged forward, grabbing both your arms and smashing his face much less gracefully against yours. He stood and you straightened with him, that same half giggle slipping out in the gaps where your lips parted on his as he clacked your teeth together and pulled back at the jarring sting.

“Eager are we?” you had that stupid smile on your face again but he honestly didn’t care anymore if it was an act or if your face really just looked like that with no fucking ulterior motive.

“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to catch your lips again and you mercifully let him.

Tomura nearly fucking came in his pants when you licked into his mouth and oh fucking god he really could taste the gum and that loud ass shit you were always drinking. Dabi was right, this was a fucking miracle.

Did other people always taste this good or was it just you?

He responded enthusiastically to say the least, sucking your tongue into his mouth and letting out a choked little noise when you prodded the back of his teeth. The movement of your legs, pulling him back towards the bed went mostly unnoticed until he felt himself tipping forward, landing with a thump on top of you as you both tumbled onto his mattress.

Tomura’s lips wondered boldly down your throat, smelling the soap or lotion or whatever the hell made you so fucking baby smooth compared to him and he actually growled into your nape when you laughed again.

“God, what the fuck is so funny?” he sounded muffled from where he was tonguing at the fleshy joining of your neck and shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry,” you pressed your lips against the peeling crown of his head and that alone made up for the interruption, “I’m just basking in the glory of being right.”

“About?” Tomura nipped at your skin once before lifting his chin to rest on your sternum.

“I just always thought you were sorta into me, but it was hard to tell cause you’re so quiet about that kinda thing.”

“....oh,” he didn’t really have an argument for that so he didn’t try to fight you.

“Did you think I didn’t notice all the convenient excuses to touch me or like the fact that you’re mean as shit to everyone else but me?" you asked not unkindly as you stroked a hand through his hair, frizzy from being left to air dry. “I also got the vibes you thought I was a slut anyway and it wasn’t super clear if that was a turn on or not.”

He cringed a bit at the blatant way you acknowledged all ruder inner monologues about your character.

“Well, I did a bit initially,” Tomura glanced off to the side, suddenly finding the chipping paint much more fascinating. God he really wanted to get back to the good stuff. “But I don’t now…”

“Oh no,” you cupped his face, running a thumb against the cracked skin on his cheeks and didn’t cringe when the drying skin flaked onto your shirt, “that was a pretty astute assumption.”

“Uh, what?”

He felt his draw drop and you dipped your thumb past his front row of teeth, toying with the pooling saliva.

“All the better for you though,” you continued dragging his chest against yours so he could feel your nipples through his shirt, “cause that just means I know how to show you a good time, and I get the feeling you’ve never had that happen before.”

You punctuated your words with roll of your hips against the fucking iron rod in his pants. The noise that left Tomura was inhuman.

He thought back to the day you got partnered with him. How he thought it would be a fucking nightmare and Tomura wanted to let the record show that he officially retracted that statement. This was in no uncertain terms, actually a wet dream come true and he was sure Dabi would never fucking believe him unless he walked through the door right now.

“That works,” he stuttered around the finger in his mouth and you reared up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Your lips found his again and he hummed in approval only cut off as you rolled so he was laying back and looking up. When you pulled back, he shivered at the way you raked your nails over his chest.

“So, you gonna tell me how much of a disgusting whore you think I am?”

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura imagine #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #dabi #bnha fanfiction #bee.writes

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dabis-girl · 3 years

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Don’t Push me, I’m too close to the edge.

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀/𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: edging, overstimulation,poly relationship, bi-sexual characters, humiliation, BDSM, clit stimulatin, sex toys, DDLG-Ish, cumshot.

𝐀/𝐍: I just wanna thank y’all for the 400 followers 🥰 and this took a bit longer than expected but ya know that how depression works. But this is probably this longest this that I have ever written this app and who knows maybe this will be a regular thing for me

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5𝐤 this shit long asf to me but it’s worth it I promise.

𝐁𝐭𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

After wrapping up with Dabi you had to find some excuse to email your professor. Ultimately it came down to you your cat jumping on your computer. But, you really didn’t have much time to worry about that before he was pulling you into the shower. He took his time washing you up and planting tender kisses on your skin. You couldn’t help but cling to your man as your knees were still weak from your scene. Dabi had to ‘work’ but you really know that means he needed to ride around and hit licks. He always gave you the choice of coming along or staying at the house and more than likely you’d go. It was fun to ride around with a boyfriend that was the plug while anticipating the return of your dreamy college boy.

“ You coming with me today, or you stayin’ in?” He asked wrapping you up in a towel and placing you pert on the bathroom counter. Dabi took his time to put toothpaste on both your and his toothbrush and handed you yours.

“ I don’t know.” You said kicking your feet. Dabi rolled his eyes before spitting into the sink. But in your defense it was a tough decision riding with Dabi was always interesting,sometimes you wondered who were these people that he sold too? But you knew that Keigo plans for you. Your train of thought was derailed by your impatient boyfriend.

“ Are you gonna stay here and wait for Keigo, or do you want to come with me and see him when we come back?” He explained with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Do you want me to come with you?” You teased although you’d made your decision mimicking his actions of spitting in the sink.

“Don’t be a brat.” He warned. “ Matter of fact you’re staying here I don’t need your bratty ass in my passenger seat tempting me today. I like it when you’re a good little assistant. Keigo will take care of that.” He said. The two of you finished brushing your teeth and he rushed to get ready while you simply put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Dabi got dressed in the usual white v-neck, black jacket, and jeans. He made sure to leave you money to get whatever you wanted to get and gave you and kiss on the forehead. You knew he’d be back sometime tonight so you didn’t worry too much because he always came back. In the meantime, there was perfect blonde with golden eyes that was due home any second and you couldn’t wait. It wasn’t too long before Keigo returned, it was Friday and he didn’t have any more classes.

Not long after your pizza arrived and you finally found something to watch you heard keys in the door. It was only a few minutes after Dabi pulled off, it was either him forgetting something or Keigo's test was a breeze. Much to your surprise it was Keigo he always took like the max amount of time on his test. He was delighted to see you perched on the sofa.

“ Keigo!” You chirped upon his arrival.

“Hello, my songbird.” He huffed the exhaustion seeped through normally chipper tone, before he threw himself on the sofa.

“How was your test?” You asked, twisting your blanket nervously.

“It was bullshit.” Keigo answers. “But at least it’s over now and there’s pizza.” He said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

It was quiet for a while as the only sound was that the dull roar of the tv. You weren’t even paying attention to the movie anymore because every twenty seconds you gazed over to your boyfriend sitting at the other end of the sofa, not paying you any mind. The longer he sat there scrolling through his phone the needier you grew. You had been waiting on this return all day just the be ignored. You could feel your bottom lip poking out as your eyebrows stiffened into a straight line.

Still, without paying you any mind Keigo picked up his backpack and started rummaging through it. Eventually, he pulled out a zip-lock baggie filled halfway with special flowers, following that came a pack of Honey backwoods and another pack of Russian cream’s. Those were for Dabi. You sat there and watched him roll up, the way that he could lick a wood to perfection always intrigued you. He sent you to fetch him a lighter and reluctantly obliged. One he sparked it and hit it a few times then he passed it to you. You didn’t smoke nearly as much before you met Dabi but it started getting out of hand when you moved in with him and Keigo, you were beginning to act like them smoking yourself stupid everyday.

He looked so good when he was smoking. The way he effortlessly inhaled the clouds of smoke. The two of you passed the wood until it was a stinger. Your eyelids felt like weights. Smoking always made you horny and you were already in anticipation waiting for Keigo’s return. You sat there feeling as if you were moving faster than the world around you. It was like you were hyper fixated on trying to figure out what he was thinking, was he doing it on purpose, or were you just that horny?

“Are you high Princess?” He asks with a laugh, breaking you out of thought. What kind of question was that? Of course, you were. All you could manage a nod and chuckle. “That’s good.” He began. “You know if I fail my test it’ll kinda be your fault.” He said with a laugh looking over to you.

“My fault?!” You scoffed dramatically.

“Yeah, your fault, the only thing in my head during the whole exam was you.” He leaned over to roughly knead your breast. ”And every time I tried to solve an equation all I could hear were your whorish moans in my ear.” He explained.

“Oh shut up.” You said snatching yourself away from his touch.

“I’m serious, and the worst part was I got a boner in the middle of it so then I really really couldn’t focus.” He didn’t spare any detail retelling the agony he was in. “But now I’m home with you to put my out of my misery.” A deviant smirk crept across his face before he forcefully tugged your shirt causing your body to fall forward. There was an unmistakable lustful fire in his eyes.

He abruptly left the couch returning with a white box with pink lettering. A gift? Or at least you thought it was a gift but that theory was debunked when you saw Keigo tear into the box himself. Seconds later he unceremoniously revealed a pink and white Hitachi wand, it was custom with your name monogrammed on the handle. It was nice and you wished that he would let you have it but you knew for a fact that wasn’t happening but he could at least show it to you. And he did eventually, looking at the toy excited you even more, and at this point, it was teetering on the brink of torture. Maybe this is what Keigo was talking about.

He told you everything about the toy, it was rechargeable, wireless it had 14 different modes and it was special, he ordered it just for you. You stared up at him wide-eyed practically begging him to play with you, yet still he was acting clueless. By now you had figured out that he was doing it on purpose it wanted you desperate, you were typically too shy to beg but the boys were known for pushing your limits. Keigo locked eyes with you and the two of you shared an intense gaze you wore the looking of longing plainly on your face, silently submitting to him.

“Do you wanna try it?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Yeah.”

“Me too but I have an idea.” He began and his sadistic smile returned. “I’m gonna edge you, yeah that’s what I decided until I get my test scores back depending on what I get we’ll see when I let you cum.” He explained. It was like he had it all figured out. Like he had been planning it. Perhaps that’s what he had been so quiet since his arrival.

You were still up in the clouds but his idea had brought you back down to Earth surely there was no way that he wouldn’t let you cum for who knows how long and there’s no way that Dabi would be able to hold you to it, or would he. That sadistic motherfucker will probably love the idea, anything that would turn you into even more of a needy bitch. You still hadn’t replied, the idea was just sitting in your mind, there was no way that you could tell him no just look at that face, besides he wasn’t asking anyways.

“Oh but I still want head.”

“How is that fair?” You whined.

Meanwhile, Keigo got up from the couch once again. This time he came back with the bondage tape. What the hell was going on in that barbarous mind of his. Suddenly you felt his grasp on your arm pulling you right into his lap.

“C’mere.” was the only warning he gave.You could feel his erection through the bearly there material of your shorts. A small whimper fell from your mouth at the friction, not to go unnoticed.

He made quick work Undressing you, it was a miracle that you never wore underwear in the house or hardly at all for that matter. Instantly his attention focused on your leaking slit. “ Oh my God look at your sloppy little cunt.” He said swiping the pads of his fingers over your clit causing you to shutter in response.

Keigo was sicker than Dabi he liked to torture you but he truly got off on pushing your limits Dabi just got off on the idea of humiliating you. He rested his hand on the top of your tummy lightly tapping his fingertips on your skin. A subtle arch of you back was giving away just how needed you were. Continuing his teasing he ran his fingers over your slick core. After he’d gathered a good amount of your fluid on his fingertips he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal. Your hole quivered in response, but the real kick was when you found his wet fingers resting in your bottom lip. Obeying his request you sucked his fingers into your mouth tasting the mixture of your fluids.

He praised you with a smile before he pulled off a strip of tape. Lining the head of the Hitachi up with your clit he taped it into place, he added another strip of tape at the bottom of the wand securing it in place. Then he turned it on low and the small vibrations began to stimulate your cunt and you pulled a lustful face.

“Remember little bird you aren’t allowed to cum.” His eyes darkened before he spoke again. “You don’t wanna find out what’ll happen if you disobey me.” He finished, you nodded your head in agreement. It wasn’t enough for him he locked his hands in your curls pulling your head back and allowing your mouth to fall open. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir.” You gulped as Keigo turned up the vibrations. Now they were a bit intense and you found yourself involuntarily bucking your hips every now and then.

“Perfect” Keigo agreed before sliding you off of his lap. He pulled out his already stiff dick, the tip was red, oozing with precum and your favorite part, decorated with a red titanium Prince Albert piercing. You licked your lips upon laying eyes on his member, someone’s hungry. “C’mere then you little slut.” He said roughly grasping the back of your neck to bring your mouth to meet his dick. “Keep your legs together, gotta make sure we keep that nast clit stimulated.” He said with a chuckle.

You were a superb cocksucker, Dabi made sure of that. So Keigo didn’t really have to do much. He just sat back and relaxed as your head bobbed up and down. Lewd noises began to fall from his mouth, it was like the vibrations from your pussy turned into moans around his dick. A heavy hand rested on the back of your head as you continued working away, Keigo then snaked his hands between your legs turning the vibrations up to the max. You gagged on his dick at the sudden change of intensity, the hand on the back of your head became more forceful pushing you down on his cock while his hip rutted into your face.

“Yeah just like that princess. Keigo praised. Your pussy was gushing by this point, throbbing and clasping down on the emptiness you felt. The low guttural moans turned into lustful whines. Keigo withdrew his dick from your mouth with a pop just in time to paint your face with hot thick ropes of cum. That mixed with the slobber made you into a perfect mess. You were still mewling at the vibrator stuck between your legs to overcome with pleasure to think. “Now let’s see how much of a mess your pussy is now.”

He had you lay on your back legs spread finally allowing the Hitach to ease off of your clit. The toy still buzzed frantically Against your inner thigh causing ripples in the soft skin Keigo ran his fingers over your clit once more and you shuttered hard at his touch. “Sensitive now aren’t we?” He laughed, still brushing light circles on your clit bringing to the edge rather quickly.

“Please, Sir.” You moaned. “C-can I c-uuummm please sir.” You said gripping the sofa cushions underneath you.

“There’s no time sweetheart.” He said, pulling out his phone and unlocking it quickly before Turning it off and putting it back into his pocket. “Dabi’s almost home, go wait at the door for him. I want him to see my masterpiece.” He said with a smug grin.

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Dabi walked through the door and he was visibly taken back by you sitting at the door waiting with a full face paint and a vibrator attached to your leg, Jesus Keigo. Dabi was disappointed that he wasn’t creative enough to think of something like that. He felt his cock twitch instantly in his jeans upon laying eyes on you. It was like something that he could only dream of. How did Keigo get you to agree to something like this?

“Hi, beautiful.” He said looking down at you on your knees before him with half lidded eyes and his forehead cocked back trying his best to conceal his excitement. “Looks like you got a neat little face paint going on here.” He said, examining Keigo’s work. It took seconds for Dabi’s cock to be straining against his zipper.

“D-addy.” You whined as the Hitachi was still pressed to your aching cunt. Keigo finally spoke up from the corner of the room.

“A doll isn’t she?” He was wearing the widest grin.Strolling proudly over to Dabi he created him with a kiss. Your black haired boyfriend gripped the blonde's jaw asserting his dominance in the interaction before pushing him away. The blonde stumbled backwards itha a grin on his face. Your hole shivered from the ongoing vibrations and the hotness of the scene in front of you let out a loud lewd moan uncontrollably, throwing your head back.

“Yeah a twisted like doll.” Dabi answered.

“ I’m edging her. Think she can take it?” He explained regaining his balance strolling over to pat your head.

“Oh, this princess? No way.” He said nudging your knee with the tip of his boot. Your face was buried in Dabi’s crotch while two men just chatted about you as if you weren’t in the room.

Keigo whisked you away to the living room with Dabi in tow of course, the pervert was going to watch. Keigo laid you down pressing your knees apart, shoving them up towards your ears. Your sensitive bud was temporarily relieved from the vibe. He was inspecting you, he could see your clit jumping from the overstimulation.

“Dabi looking, she’s dancing.” Keigo cheered. Dabi came over to look and he was right, your little pink nub was jumping up and down. Keigo shoved his pants down and sat beside you before pulling you to straddle his lap with you back to his chest.

It wasn’t a second before his dick was inside of you and a horrible groan fell from your lips from his insertion. It’s impossible you are going to bust. He was making you ride him with each of your feet planted on either side of him. You couldn’t help it, you screamed as your hips bucked off of his dick, body trying to run from the overwhelming sensation. Keigo’s grip was tight on your hips as he pulled you down forcing you to fuck yourself on his entire length. Through the fresh tears that welled in your eyes you could see Dabi sitting on the other couch with his dickin in his hand, pumping it mercilessly. The look in his eye was unlike anything you’d ever seen from him.

Keigo could sense your loss of focus and bucked his hips into you, hitting that sensitive spot within you. Now you were seeing stars, howling for release.

“Dabi I think she wants you to play to” Keigo said

“Well that’s all you had to say Princess. Dabi said, ejecting himself from the sofa and positioning himself in front of you and Keigo. You weren’t even given the chance to part your lips before once again Keigo had a rough hand in your hair yanking it causing you mouth to fall open, giving Dabi the perfect opportunity to slip into your mouth. The cold of his Jacobs ladder piercings provided a nice contrast to the heat of your tongue.

Your moans and screams were now choked as you sputtered around Dabis base, your neck taught trying to push for any resistance you could. Eventually you were granted a break, your lung swelled with air and your first exhale was used to beg for mercy. Your words came out broken as the man beneath you continued snapping his hips to meet yours.

“Pl-lug-ease sir I need to cum I-I can’t hold it anymore.” You whined breathlessly.

“God I know.” Keigo moaned. “The way you are fucking milking me I’m gonna-.” He didn’t even finish his sentence before he emptied himself inside you. When he pulled out there were long ribbons of your stifled arousal mixed with his that connected the two of you. “See Princess I knew you could do it.” He said as he reached around you to give you cunt a slap. “Told ya.” He tossed in looking up at Dabi taunting him with a wink.

Your body was nearly limp as Dabi moved aside to allow Keigo to peel you off of him, placing you on the couch on your back once more. This time the room is spinning and you know that you can’t take anymore stimulation without release. To you delight the vibrator was finally turned off and the buzzing cesed, however your clit was raw. You whimpered when you felt his soft wet muscle. It wasn’t long before he bypassed your nub and his tongue prodded at your quivering hole. It wasn’t for you, Keigo's slender tongue hastily lapped up the mixture of you two. Quickly withdrawing himself before walking over to Dabi. One of his hands caressed his jaw before he brought his lips to meet those of the dark haired man.

Unlike before, Dabi leaned into the kiss with an eagerness. Keigo hand then moved to clutch his still hard dick. He then began to stroke him. You watched dreamily through half lidded eyes, the sight was titillating to say the least. Your eyes dragged over your spent form, knowing that you couldn’t take anymore. Soon thick white ropes were shooting from Dabi’s cock, each one landing on your exposed belly skin leaving a warm aura around them.

“You just came for me fire crotch.” Keigo teased.

“Shut the fuck up.” Dabi said shoving him away before stuffing himself back into his pants. Dabi disappeared into the room emerging with a warm towel.

Keigo left to find you comfy clothes, he came back with a pair of fuzzy shorts and your favorite of his hoodies. While Dabi was cleaning up your face Keigo was untapping the vibrator at last. Once everything was done and you were all cleaned up and changed the boys cuddled into either side of you. Your head was in Dabi’s lap as he gingerly brushed your curls into a bun and your feet were in Keigo's lap and he was playing ‘this little piggy’ with your toes.

It then dawned on you that you had still yet to cum. A deep aching called to you and you whimpered in response.

“Ready for more, eh princess?”

#my hero academia #boko no hero academia #boku no hero smut #dabi x reader #dabismut #mha dabi #mha fanfiction #mha smut #mha villains #mha imagines #dabi x reader x hawks #hawks smut

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honeytama · 4 years

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Wanted for Pleasure

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi) X Fem!Reader X Stain (Chizome Akaguro)

A/N: Read this post if you’d like. Thank you to @royal-after-dark and @hawks-senseis for inspiring me to do a threesome peice!! Spinner is in so deep with Stain that he for sure would let his girlfriend be ravaged by the Hero Killer himself if given the chance. Also, I’m entering this into @kazooli ‘s Contest! Just now did I realize it fit the themes Hero & Villain and Sharing is Caring...

Summary: Your boyfriend and yourself attend a private event celebrating the Hero Killer; Spinner’s undoubted paragon of villainy. But, one look of you in the costume you wear to the function, Stain himself can’t let you leave without putting you in your place.

Warnings: Smut (18+), established relationship, villain x hero x villain rolepay, threesome, oral (giving/receiving), degradation, dacryphilia, knife play, temperature play, spanking, bondage, double penetration, squirting, overstimulation, light blood mention

Word Count: 7k

Just gotten out of the shower, the carpet of your room warms the soles of your feet as you stride around in a silk robe. Sunlight beams in from your bedroom window while you begin to get ready for the exciting day ahead of you. Today, yourself and your boyfriend would attend a small, private event in the namesake of the Hero Killer, Stain. You smile and hum thinking about the fun you’ll have with your boyfriend at the function he’s been waiting to attend for a year.

He’d set up an itinerary including when and where you'd have lunch, see a showcase of new weapons and wares, and meet Stain himself along with 500 others. The event itself requires everyone to attend wearing some sort of disguise; to wear a costume as to not alarm law enforcement of your assembly.

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Finishing applying some smoked-out, sultry makeup, you walk to the closet where your outfit hangs against the door in a clear vinyl bag. Spinner had no clues about the costume you would be attending the event in, but you knew he’ll be thrilled to see you in it. You unzip the bag and pull out a stark black, long sleeve, matte latex catsuit with a hidden zipper that runs up along the front. The material is supportive enough to go without a bra, but you choose to wear a small pair of underwear in case of outfit malfunction.

Slipping one leg of the suit onto yourself, you feel the soft thin layer of cotton that helps from letting the latex outside layer from sticking to your skin. The suit pulls close to your body in the most comfortable way; a combination of stretch and snugness to hug your best features.

The catsuit is pulled easily onto your body; laying flush to your skin all the way up the section underneath your bust. You roll the sleeves a bit to push your arms through, hoping they would go on as easy as the rest. Your body sways as you walk around your room almost in a sweat trying to get the rest of the outfit on. You let out a relieved sigh when both long sleeves have finally adjusted to your form. The thoughts of you having to call someone in to come to help you while in that position only begin to fade away as you start pulling the long zipper that rests at your sternum towards your neck.

“Oh no,” you whisper. The zipper is unmoving, resting in between your breasts; the zipper only made it millimeters up your bust line before giving up. “C’mon, c’mon” you plead in a whisper as you attempt to fidget with the latex iso that the zipper would hopefully flow through. You tug and tug at it but nothing seems to help. Breathing out your frustrations, you hope Spinner is outside of your door waiting for you to be ready.

“Shuichi? Are you there?” you yell from the middle of the room. A moment of silence passes before your boyfriend speaks up.

“Yeah, I’m just on my phone! You’re fine, take as long as you need!” he yells at your door as he leans against the hallway wall.

“You can come in! I’m almost ready,” you try to keep your voice calm as his friends from work might have already arrived for you all to carpool to the venue. In front of you, the door pushes open and Shuichi’s looking down at his phone. Probably triple-checking your day itinerary to the letter. You clear your throat before calling out to him, “I need your help.” Your hands rest at your sides, fingers lightly pulling the suit material from your thighs.

Spinner gaze rises up from his phone up before stopping at the open material against your chest. He clears his throat before raising his blushed face to meet your gaze. “Damn,” he blushes the seconds his eyes lay on you. Walking to meet you he reaches out. "Are you, uh leaving it open, like this?” he tugs on the two halves of the opening.

“No, oh my, Shuichi!” You cover your chest with both hands, the material of the suit barely covering your nipples. “I’ve been trying to pull the zipper up, but it isn’t cooperating. Can you try to pull it up for me, please?” you ask giving your most innocent tone of voice, along with glassy doe eyes that seem to always convince him to do your bidding.

“Right… uh, sure,” he stutters. He tosses his phone on your bed before taking questioning steps closer. The zipper is grasped between his index finger and thumb and pulled up toward the middle of your breasts. The motion of the zipper is watched by Spinner’s dark eyes as it travels between your supple mounds. The zipper tugs slightly at the pressure of your bosom against the material. When he finally reaches the end of the zipper track, he eye-line idles for a second at the amount of cleavage the fitting suit gives. You give him a grateful look, “Thanks babe, I just have to put on my boots, and we’ll be ready to go.”

Spinner sits back on the edge of your bed to admire you in full. The insinuated muscle in your ass and thighs grab his attention immediately. He watches your behind as you lean over to grab your boots from the corner of the room.

Turning, you just catch the moment when his eyes avert away from your body, You walk over and sit beside him on the bed to zip up the backs of your heeled boots.

“Can you check if I missed anything?” You ask. Spinner smiles while gesturing for you to get up while twirling his index finger. You give a spin and laugh at his forward request.

“You look amazing,” his eyes linger on the silver detailing that runs up your thighs. “But, I gotta say…,” he rubs the back of his neck nervous to call his observation. “You look like one of the Pro Heroes, princess.”

“Hey, not every Villain has to wear the Stain look, Shuchi,” you laugh. “Unless you think the Villain fans at this event will berate me for looking so heroic?”

“Tch, you know I’d never let any of them lay a finger on you,” he smirks.

“Then, I’ll wear this, thank you, handsome,” you say before setting your hands on his knee pads and leaning into his snout to kiss him gently. “What’s in your pocket? Or, are you just happy to see me?” you tease.

“It’s one of my knives, love. I know there'll be some dangerous people attending. I want to be able to protect you,” he explains. He takes the chance to reach a hand to your latex covered asscheek and squeezes the supple flesh underneath. A squeal escapes your throat, but he just swallows it into an even deeper kiss. Your hands roam up his thighs and rub dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Shuichi reluctantly pulls away from your lips so as to not get riled up and be late to the event he’s long-awaited for. “Alright, alright! Jeez, I can’t imagine what the other people at the convention would think about a Hero like you making out with a Villain like me,” he jokes while giving smacks to your behind to motion you to get up.

“Ooooh, am I your Hero, Mr. Villain?” you fake gasp, “I could be your arch-rival, babe,” you tease “We could reenact one of those Enemies to Lovers stories you read so often.” You wink while wiggling your hips before tugging one of the belts that wrap his waist.

“Hey, shhh,” a rough hand rushes to cover your mouth. “The guys are in the other room.”

“Yes, silence me, Villain don't let them hear!” you laugh while pulling his hand from your face. “I think it’s sexy you like to read your fans’ writing, babe.”

“Whatever, you,” he lowly chuckles before bringing you in from the waist to give a quick kiss. “Now let’s go, I don't want to be late to the meet up.”

He takes your hand to pull you to the bedroom door and to walk through the hallway out to the living room where Shigarkai and Dabi wait. You dance to the front door and sing, “My boyfriend is going to meet his icon~~!”

“Y/N,” Spinner whines.

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You take a car to the small event venue while sitting between your boyfriend and Tomura. Getting close, you see tens of people dressed in outfits similar to Spinner’s walking the sidewalk from their parked cars. Your heart beats in excitement at all of the people that align with your boyfriend and his friends. These are their people.

“Look at all of them,” you whisper to your boyfriend. He nods and smiles widely back at you.

“The entrance is on the right,” Spinner turns to the driver. “Let Y/N and I out up here, we’ve got a place to be.”

The car slows next to the curb and you exit with a wave goodbye to the other boys. You grab the matching black eye mask to your outfit and apply it to your face once stepping onto the sidewalk.

Walking hand in hand with your boyfriend into the secret venue, you notice how much your outfit stands out compared to the other fanatics there. Some civilians sneak quick glances at you, but others stare at your unique costume and mask as they walk by to their next meeting.

However, the attention does little to bother you. You know that there are some people staring at Spinner standing next to you as well, but he’s too excited to be bothered about prying eyes.

—

Shuichi and yourself end up making it to the front of a long meet up line for Stain himself. You try to listen as your boyfriend rambles on about the questions he’ll ask and how he’ll shake his idol’s hand, but watching the nature of the number of people around you draws your mind away from him. The tightness in your stomach would say you're nervous as hell.

All of a sudden, a curtain is pulled back and the Hero Killer peeks out from the side of it. Your heart jumps, but no one else around you, not even Shuichi, seems to notice. Stain looks to grunt and roll his eyes before running a hand through his black, silk-like hair.

His piercing eyes scan the crowd until both of yours’ lock together.

Your heart jumps. His unwavering gaze into your eyes feels uncomfortable, eerie even. Before you can turn away from his stare, you notice his tongue. His deep pink tongue slides over his top lip sensually. All he gives you is a head nod and a once over, top to bottom, with his eyes before slipping back behind the curtain partition.

You stand next to your boyfriend with chills running up your spine. Did that just happen? You turn to Spinner to see his expression, hoping he did not see the lewd implication his idol just gave you. But, he’s still excited as ever.

A few minutes later, an announcer calls out Stain’s meetup will begin. Stain saunters through the curtain and stands before all of you. The rest of the crowd gets loud spotting Stain for the first time.

A large man approaches your boyfriend and yourself. He hands Spinner a folded piece of paper before saying, “Please leave the line, and have a nice rest of your day.” The man ushers the next fan behind you to step up.

You both look at each other in awe as you are pushed to the side. Spinner opens the folded paper before reading aloud.

“Congratulations. Stain is inviting you, the first in line, to his private hotel room for drinks and a chat. Go to Room 416 of the Hotel at 9 pm tonight. He hopes to see you both there.”

—

Your boyfriend and yourself sit on a couch of the room’s living space together; his hand covering yours as a means of protection. He had babbled on and on all day about the things he wanted to talk with his idol about, but over the time of entering the man’s suite, only a few words were exchanged. You had gone to shake the host’s hand as you entered the room, but he pulled you into a lingering hug. You can still feel the caress of his hands on your lower back.

Stain calls out from the kitchenette in the corner of the living room, “Either of you want somethin’ strong to drink?”

You ponder for a second if to drink alcohol, it would certainly lift the mood and take the edge off of everyone. But, you answer with a soft, “Just a glass of water, please.”

Looking back at Shuichi, you give a squeeze to his hand in encouragement. “Babe, you should talk with him!” you lean in to whisper, “I think he would really like to hear your ideas.” You give him a smile and a kiss to the cheek before pulling away.

Stain returns to the living couch carrying a glass of water and two bottles of beer. An open bottle is handed to Spinner, and the water glass is handed to you. Your hand brushes with his; it sends goosebumps to your chest as the slight feeling of his cold skin.

He then sits across you both finally striking up a conversation with your man. They talk, laugh, and drink together for an hour. All the while, you keep either a hand on Shuichi’s thigh or a comforting touch on his exposed bicep in solidarity with him coming out of his shell.

Listening to you boyfriend talk always got you excited, the passion that burns within him escapes into intelligent streams of words. You can never help but be enthralled yourself, and even slightly turned on, especially after the making out you did that morning. However, the other man in the room seems to notice this.

“Y/N, I can feel you sweating from here,” Stain says bluntly. “That suit of yours makes a lot of noise.” Your cheeks flush rapidly realizing you’d been rubbing your thighs together in anticipation of getting your love alone that night. “Why don’t you tell your girlfriend to relax, Spinner?”

“Excuse me?” Spinner questions with his amber eyes widened.

“Oh, I guess I did realize that she’s the one to tell you what to do, huh?” he laughs. “I overheard her coddling you to get you to speak up earlier. You're just going to let a girl dressed like a little Hero tell you when to speak?” he laughs while gesturing to you sitting pretty on the cushions across from him.

Oh, fuck, is all you can think before Spinner is lunging at Stain and pulling him up from his chair by the collar of his tank.

“What the fuck did you just ask me?” Your own hand flies to your mouth when you see the knife that he packed in his pants that morning being held against the neck of his idol. “Apologize. Apologize to Y/N before I draw some blood, asshole,” he sneers through his teeth.

You lift yourself from the couch slowly, silently hoping Stain will just say what needs be. But, that doesn't happen.

Stain laughs loudly while a grin grows across his face. The knife against his neck being shifted up and down slightly by the movement of his Adam’s apple. “Have you ever pulled a knife on your girl, Shuichi?”

“No, I’d never hurt her! What the hell are you saying?” he yells in confusion. “You know what, whatever, we’re leaving.” Spinner pockets the knife and lets Stain fall to his chair from his hold. He stomps over to where you stand with his chest puffed and arm muscles flexed.

You’ve witnessed the criminal work your boyfriend does before. Frankly, you enjoyed the shake it made your legs give to watch him be so dominant.

“You can't tell, huh? Look at her. She's trembling in lust just from your threat against me, man,” Stain snickers while fixing his clothes across the room.

“Shut the hell up,” Spinner grunts over his shoulder while yanking the hotel suite door open.

“Wait, Spinner, please,” you huff while tugging his hand to get his attention before he can step out into the hallway.

“If you want to tell him off, go ahead.”

“I was just thinking about how you said my costume looked like a Hero’s this morning.” You raise your brows at him, “I'm just a weak, little Hero, right?”

Stain gets up from his lounge chair and walks to the door to close it himself. Encasing you both in the room with him.

“Scumbag, let us go before I—,” Spinner snarls.

“Stain, it seems you agree? I think a Hero like myself should be punished for speaking out of turn to two big, bad Villains, like yourselves.”

“Punished? What are you saying, princess?” You can see a hint of pink grace his face.

You smile to yourself and try to entice your lover into your brilliant idea by leaning into him for a desperate kiss. Your hands roam and pull at his vest and belts before you tug yourself away to stand in front of Stain.

“With him? Right now?” Spinner’s stomach drops at the idea of sharing your body with the guy he’s looked up to for so long.

You nod, trying not to break the sense of role-play you've begun. Biting your lip, you turn to Stain who’s looking down at you, “What do you think, Hero Killer?”

“I think this other Villain should pull out his knife again, sweet little thing.” He leans down to meet your gaze and you can feel his breath against the soft skin of your lips. “Show just how a Hero like yourself should be knocked down a peg.”

All of a sudden, your boyfriend is standing right behind you. Your bottom presses into his groin, but his newfound dominance feels as if he’s towering over you. You feel his breath against your ear for a second before he commands you in a low tone, “Go to the bedroom, Hero.”

Your throat catches before letting out a high pitched moan as his words. All of a sudden, you feel the sharp tip of a blade in the middle of your back. You clench your eyes before squeaking out, “Yes, Villain.”

You walk carefully to the bedroom and he follows you with the knife lightly pressed into your spine. You obey his command and sit on the edge of the king-sized bed. Stain and Spinner walk in closely behind you and stand alongside one another in front of your small form beneath them.

“Spinner,” Stain starts, “you found this one. How should we begin?” He goes to take off parts of his outfit into a puddle of tan and red garments on the floor. He stands there waiting for a response only in a dark gray tank top and black form-fitting pants. The bandage wraps on his arms still present.

“Hero, get up,” Spinner commands.

You stand up quickly from your seat on the bed. The excitement makes your legs wobble, but you try to show to be as calm as possible.

“Help me undress her, Chizome,” your boyfriend continues. The two men encase you between them once again. Spinner’s eyes trail along your features in front of him while Stain presses himself into your back waiting for him to unzip you.

You hear the zipper come down from your chest towards your belly button. The two sides of the outfit are pulled away from your skin by Spinner. The sleeves and shoulders are pulled down your back by Stain’s rough hands.

The material is pulled down your waist roughly. Stain mutters about the “dumb costume” while pulling your feet through the bottom. By the time the entire catsuit is off of you and in a sad pile, your lover is already attacking your chest and stomach with his hands.

He nuzzles his snout into your open neck and breathes in deeply taking in the remaining amount of your perfume from the day. He groans at the sight of your bare skin for him to ravage, finally. His scaled hands tickle your sides. The number of locations your body is being touched makes your mind go wild. The knot in your stomach grows larger. You and Spinner have never shared any sexual activities with anyone before. But, you can feel his calming presence -- even role-playing as a dangerous stranger.

“Oh my god--,” you squeal. Two hands grope the cheeks of your ass roughly. Your small panties hang on for dear life as the man behind you grinds himself into you. Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of another man touching you so differently from Spinner’s usual careful nature.

“Shh, it’ll all be okay, little one,” Spinner whispers against your neck while rolling a nipple between his thumb and index. You try to control your breathing knowing he’s said that for you to feel safe.

“Damn,” Stain grunts. His lips are now trailing the side of your neck; almost either placing a wet kiss or threatening to bite into your skin. “Maybe Heroes are good for something, huh, Spinner? This one’s got such a tight ass.”

His right-hand leaves your cheek only to be brought back as a harsh slap against your mound. “Ah! Please,” you whine.

“Is that the kind of punishment you wanted?” Stain grumbles. You lean into his strong chest as he starts to place open mouth kisses along the nape of your neck.

“I think I deserve-,” you stutter, ”more than that, Hero Killer.” You hold in whines from how amazing his lips feel against your skin. Two fingers come to hold your chin tightly, and your eyes widen as your boyfriend pulls your attention to him with a deep, breath-taking kiss. You roam your hands along the muscle and limbs of his familiar body. You undo the belts you’ve undone hundreds of times before and you rid him of his vest and knee pads. Lastly, all other loose ends. He stands and kisses you with his usual arm wraps, gray trousers, and a white tank top. Of course, Stain and himself are still adorned with their signature eye masks.

Stain leaves your back end only to drop to the carpet. While kissing Shuichi, you can feel a set of fingers experimentally pull a cheek to the side. Your glistening slit and other private hole are on display for Stain to see. You yelp again once he brings a harsh hand across your ass; he smiles while watching your holes clench in fear and anticipation.

“Hah fuck, already so goddamn wet,” one of his thick, calloused fingers prods your folds and takes millimetres of a dip into your cunt. “Am I going to get a turn with this?”

You hold your breath waiting for Shuichi’s response.

“No way, you’re using her ass or mouth. And, these lips—,” he kisses you deeply, taking your breath away. “they're mine.”

A growl rumbles against the side of your thigh before Stain dives his south between your legs. But not in the area you need him most just yet. You feel his teeth doing the most to leave marks on the skin of your inner thighs.

“Ah, shit, not so hard,” you whisper under your breath. The two men chuckle at your remark before the one on his knees bites deep into the fat of your asscheek. He sucks and kisses the oval mark harshly. You feel your thighs already forming small welts where his teeth closed in on your skin.

All of a sudden, you feel his long, hot tongue licking a thick stripe along the crest of your ass. The tip flicks and leaves his saliva as he pulls away. “Stain,” you whine while jolting away from his prehensile-like tongue. You feel the thing following your body, attempting to taste you, even as you clench onto your boyfriend's shoulders as a means of staying away.

Drool slides down the ends of his mouth, but he wipes it away proudly seeing the disgusted look on your face. “Oh, c’mon, you liked that didn’t you, Hero.”

“I’m sure she did. You should feel how much she’s shaking against me. You want him to eat your cunt out nice and good with that tongue, yeah, Hero?” He shows a smug face, but he feels his face flush thinking about other ways to make you cum before you all get on the bed. He holds your chin in his hand to let you know to give attention to his next words. “Or, what do you think of both of our mouths feasting on you? How does that sound?” His eyes are unwavering from his lock onto your own.

“H-how, would you?” You stumble on your words trying to imagine being ravaged by both of them in that way.

“Relax. Go put a leg up onto the bed,” he commands.

You get closer to the bed dawned in white hotel sheets. Keeping your balance, you lift one foot up onto the plush mattress while the two Villains sandwich you again. You subconsciously wanted to cover your private areas in such a vulnerable state, even though the man ogling the front side of you is your lover.

He grasps the undersides of your thighs before starting kissing a trail down the length of your body roughly; he nips on your stomach and hip bones along the way. He sits back on his knees, closes his eyes, and lets his mouth fall open in front of you. You watch as his pink muscle rolls out of his mouth before it wraps to latch onto your throbbing clit.

Your breath catches and you reach out to his hair to hold with a hand to balance. Spinner nods signaling Stain to get started on his own part.

“Fucking finally,” Stain hisses falling to his knees once again before letting his tongue lull out the side of his mouth. You feel his face press into you while Spinner continues sucking your clit from the front. The pointed tip of Stain’s hot muscle massages your entrance. He groans at the sweet taste of your cunt. You feel his tongue violate every square inch of your private area. You clench your eyes and brace yourself knowing he’s unapologetic to licking an eclipse around your rimmed hole as well.

Your elevated leg shakes on the bed when Spinner speaks again. “Fuck her deep with your tongue, Stain. You better not fucking disappoint.”

“Can you feel it, Hero? Him defiling your hidden places? You know his quirk, right? One drop of blood from you by either of our knives… or our teeth. And he laps it up? You’d be paralyzed and we’d be free to do whatever we’d want to with your body, sweetheart.”

“I understand,” you try to say. But, your voice comes out small and mousy. Your mouth feels dry from holding it open for so long. For several minutes you had let pleading moans in the form of quick, shallow breaths escape your throat.

Your pussy, drenched of saliva and puffy from stimulation, is stretched as Stain lets his tongue extend even more out of his mouth.

“Oh, my God,” you cry out. The new sensation feels so amazing that you can't help but grind on the pointed tip reaching dangerously close to your cervix. Tears swell up and form in the outer parts of your eyes as you lean back onto Stain’s face. “Fuck, that feels so good,” you whine as a tear falls down your hot cheek.

“Ahhh, yes baby, bounce on his face for me,” Spinner encourages.

This only makes you rock faster on Stain’s thick tongue that pumps ever so relentlessly into your cunt. It’s tip lingering on the outside of your hole whenever he pulls it completely out to tease and taste you.

Spinner, who's standing in front of you now and motivating this absolute sin, trails his scaled hand down your exposed stomach. He groans into your ear while you grind desperately on his “friend’s” face. His face even feels hot against yours; it's a sight to see you in such a vulnerable state.

“Could you imagine if his tongue was big enough for me to see your stomach bulge?” he whispers on your lips. He dips his hand from your stomach lower and lower until reaching your clit. Engorged and aching. He starts using two fingers to rub small circles into the spot with the most perfect amount of pressure.

“How does it feel? C’mon, answer me, beautiful,” he urges while wiping the salty droplets collecting near your lips. He rests a comforting hand on your cheek and you start to sob.

“She’s crying, Stain.”

A loud, angry grunt is spoken in place of, “Fuck, I wish I could see.”

Still holding your face in the most supportive way, he massages into your clit at a more quick, but steady pace. He locks his gaze with yours while a tension builds in your core. “You’re gonna cum on his tongue while I play with your little clit. Can you do that for us, Hero?

And in that second, your body builds up for the most intense orgasm before letting it out in a rush. Your legs wobble and you struggle to keep your balance. You cant help but clench onto Spinner’s chest and shoulder.

“There she goes. Fuck, look at you! Good girl, just like that. Keep cumming,” he encourages. “Can you feel her clench on your tongue?”

Stain nods before retracting his tongue back into his mouth and wiping his lips with his wrist. “Fuck that was hot, I gotta go get something.” He stands and rubs his bulge while exiting the bedroom.

Your boyfriend picks you up from the end of the bed to set you on the sheets with a pillow placed carefully under your head. You can tell part of him is anxious to get started. “Princess, I’ve always wanted to do this with you. But, I—,” he cuts off when you try to pull yourself up from the bed.

You reach into the pocket of his pants and wrap your fingers around a thick metal object before pulling it out slowly. Holding it up, you press the button on the side and a shiny, silver, 3-inch blade flies out. You jump slightly as it clicks into its upright position.

“I’m afraid that you won’t feel safe,” he breathes out.

“I’m safe when I’m with you, love,” you smile.

“That’s all I need to hear,” he smiles while blushing.

With a kiss to the forehead, Spinner quickly stands from hovering over you when he hears Stain start to enter the doorway. Returning to play, Shuichi’s large, scaled hand comes to your chest and pushes you slowly onto your back. The quick motion knocks the air from your lungs. Your boyfriend stands above you on the side of the bed with the open blade held between 3 fingers.

Stain enters the room with a silver bucket in one arm and three tall drinking glasses in his opposite hand. “If you’re going to use that on her skin, might as well make it even more interesting.” He places the bucket of ice on the nightstand near Spinner and then walks to the opposite side of the bed. Your boyfriend’s eyes almost glow seeing you become suddenly unsettled by the situation. You anticipate how the ice will change the temperature of the knife to that it stings to have placed onto you. “And, if she’s going to move around like that, then we might as well restrain her,” Stain suggests in a low, smug tone.

“Fine then, go get my scarf from the floor,” Spinner’s eyes never leave your nude body laid out for him as he commands Stain to fetch your bonds.

Stain returns and your wrists are immediately bound together to one bed-post roughly by your lover’s red cotton scarf. “You better be ready.”

Spinner holds his open knife in his right hand. He glances at the bucket of ice to his side before reaching to hold the blade inside of it.

As you squirm imagining how the frost metal will feel against your skin, Stain gropes your breasts with his calloused hands. You can’t push him away now. All you can do is moan for him at the unwanted pleasure he gives.

Spinner pulls the blade from the bucket and holds the cold, wet silver for you to see. “Little Hero, I really hope you like how this feels. Because there’ll be more of it.” You watch as the blade comes down to your lower stomach. He sets the flat end against your skin and watches as your eyes clench in pain and pleasure.

You try not to move as to keep the sharp end of the blade from slicing you, but the cold… It sends a rush to your core you’ve never experienced before. The heat from your skin warms up the metal quickly, yet you’d almost hoped that it would stay to sting you a bit longer.

“Give it to me.” Stain’s hand not pinching your nipple reaches out to Spinner’s knife.

Your boyfriend gives a reassuring look to you before handing it over to the other Villain.

“How about we finally get these off of you?” Stain uses a finger to hook under the front of you soaked thong. “A slut like you, can’t believe they’ve been on so long,” Stain hisses while fixing the blade firmly between his fingers.

You whimper when the sharp tip comes toward your precious area. Spinner watches intently; one wrong move and the guy is dead.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” you whimper before biting your lip as the first cut is made to your underwear.

Stain’s chest rumbles at your request. He already feels high just having his usual sharp appendage attached to him for a short amount of time. Stain moves his wrist in quick motions while holding your soft material between his fingers. Slice after slice down your mons pubis and then once to the side. Your wrecked garment is pulled from your body and pocketed by him.

Spinner glares at him and rolls his eyes. His attention is brought back to you. “Spread and lift up your legs, beautiful,” your thigh is smacked by Spinner’s strong hand. You obediently lift your legs to your chest. The two mean ogle your wet, wrecked pussy spread open just for them. “Stain, the knife?”

Stain reluctantly hands the blade back before unbuttoning the front of his pants and sliding the zipper down quickly. He pulls his half hardened prick through the front of his pants and stroked languidly at the sight of your cunt and bruised tits. “Like what you see? You’re gonna suck on my cock soon, Hero?”

Spinner holds the blade in the ice bucket once more. “Hero, you’re gonna let this guy use your mouth or ass?”

“I can let him use both,” you squeak.

“Both? You’re so naughty you’d let me go from your dirty ass to your hot mouth? Stain laughs.

“No, no, not like that,” you whine with your brows furrowed.

“Hero, you only get one choice. Ass or mouth?” Spinner reiterates.

“My mouth,” you decided with a soft voice.

“Fuck,” Stain groans at your response.

“Good girl.” Spinner uses his finger from a free hand to prod at your stretched hole. The blade icy, and near white it presses flat against your hooded clit while he lets two of his scales fingers into you cunt.

“Ohh,” you whine. Spinner fingers pump and hook into your g-spot while he vibrates cooling metal against your clit.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Stain hisses. His uncut cock grows gradually as he strokes. The head is hot pink with sexual frustration. He leans over your body from the side of the bed and groans close to your ear, “Filthy girl. Dirty and unnecessary Hero, I want to watch you cum again on his fingers real soon.” His breath is hot against your neck. You scream when his tongue licks a stripe against the side of your ear. “‘Cus, I need to cum, too.

You clench on Spinner’s fingers from his words. You watch between your legs as the knife is placed in between his teeth it’s stimulation to your clit is replaced by the heel Spinner’s palm. He rubs your tiny nub aggressively and the pressure is unimaginable.

Stain moves his long tongue to your hardened nipples. The lips of his pink muscle wraps tightly around one and sucked in between his lips.

“Ah, ah, fuck, please make me-,” you whimper.

Spinner thumbs your folds to the side to make room to press in another two of his thick fingers. You know exactly what he’s doing; he’s prepping you for himself to take you all the way just as he has tens of times before.

The grinding of his ridged fingers against your g-spot brings you to the edge quickly. You squirm and rock against the mattress trying to escape from their grasp. To just have one moment without the imminent need to pee.

“Fucking little Hero, I feel you clenching. You’re close, just cum so we can continue and get you out of here,” Spinner growls with his voice muffles from holding the knife in his mouth.

“Spinner, please slow dow- I’m gonna,” your eyes roll back into you’re head and your body releases itself involuntarily.

Stain watches from the sidelines as your cunt twitches irregularly. Spinner smirks knowing you’re about to drench his fingers. Your cunt convulses and streams of clear liquid let themselves shoot out against your boyfriend’s chest and chin. You’re verbally encouraged by both men as you squirt relentlessly.

Spinner slows his hands and lets you breathe through the end of your second orgasm. Your wrists feel tired from writhing around against the red bonds.

“Little Hero, look what you did,” Stain pulls the knife from Spinner’s teeth and holds it to your flushed face to see. “Your pussy got his knife all dirty. Clean it up.” The knife is lowered to your lips. Without hesitation, for fear of his punishment, your let your tongue lick a stripe up the length of the blade all while locking with his dark eyes. The bittersweet taste of your juices grazes over your palate. “Let’s get you on your knees,” he grunts.

Spinner and Stain remove their tank tops, pants, and boxers and throw them to the corner of the room. You take a moment while being untied from the bed-post by your boyfriend to ingrain the physique of his favorite Villain into your brain. Stain is a bit more slender than Spinner, but his arms are just as rippled. His cock, as you watched him jerk before, is hung and uncut. You can’t help but stare a the way it’s fully erect, but its size weighs it down.

With your wrists now untied, you scramble to get on your hands and knees as instructed by the Hero Killer. Finally, both of the men climb into bed with you. Stain stands on his knees in front of your face; your forehead beads with sweat.

“Open up your mouth.”

You'd never thought you’d feel your mouth water for another man’s cock, let alone Stain’s. You mouth your hips back and forth against your boyfriends erect pricks on your ass. You let your jaw slack open before licking the dropping bead of precum from Stain’s cockslit.

He tastes a world different from your lover, but your impatient to be filled by someone right now. Stain lets groans sound out from his throat, but not from pleasure. They’re more predatory; you can tell he’s pissed he won’t get to experience either of your privates. He grasps the back of your head with one hand while pulling back the foreskin of his cock for you to take him all in. You sigh on his dick relieved that he’s clean.

“Ready, Hero?” Spinner growls behind you. You nod with Stain’s dick in your mouth.

“You can take both of these at the same time, can’t you?” Two hard, scaled rods slap your clit repeatedly. You wince and whine from the sensitivity of your cunt from before. The familiarity of Spinner’s cocks excites you more than ever. You can imagine him with one large hand wrapping the circumference of both of them pressed together. They rub against your soppy folds while dipping shallowly into your welcoming hole.

Pulling off of Stain’s dick, drool slides down your chin. “Are you gonna fuck me or what, Villain?”

“Yeah, get fucking started,” Stain reaches with both hands to the back of your neck to impale himself back into your gaping mouth. The tip of his dick presses into the back of your throat as holds your nose to his groin.

Shuichi holds you in place by the hips and his nails dig into your flesh giving you a reason to stay still. You feel him start thrusting his hips into your ass; his ridged cocks slowly stretching you with each move. A harsh slap is brought down on your ass; you feel the swell of your lover’s hand print already forming.

“Mmmph,” you moan on Stain’s dick thrusting in your mouth in tandem with the other’s rhythm. Stain pumps his hips quickly while you force yourself to focus on breathing through your nose. He laughs as more tears form in your eyes once you start to gag on his cockhead.

“Take it,” he sneers with a grin. “If you can take what he’s packing, then you can swallow my cock, you dirty slut.” You follow his orders and suck harder on his weeping cock. It thins hard in your mouth against your sore tongue. “Shit, shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growls.

You’re surprised when he rips his cock from your mouth to stroke it quickly in front of your face. You hold your mouth open ready to take his load in full. The soft white sheets beneath you are clenched hard by your hands. You close your eyes to shield them from being hit by the ropes of goopey semen shooting from his cock into your mouth. You hold his white seed on your cupped tongue in disgust.

“You better swallow every last drop. Fuck, I’m gonna c-cum in this messy hole of yours, Hero.” Spinner lifts one of your legs from the bed with ease and fucks into you as fast as possible. You clench on his weeping cocks remembering the night before that he’s manhandled your body just to paint your inner walls with his seed.

You swallow Stain’s thick cum while clenching your eyes and holding your breath. “Cum in me, V-Villain, claim me as yours,” you stutter as he impales you. “Your little cumslut,” you whimper as tears fall down your cheeks.

“So, tight,” he growls. “Ah, fuck,” You feel your insides warm after his thrusts become less steady. His throat catches and you hear him rumble with loud groans while his load is spent inside of you. You rock your hips a small amount to ride him through his ecstasy. The moment he pulls out, your legs buckle and make you fall to the sheets in exhaustion.

Fucked out and tired, you lay like a starfish on the sheets soaked with various bodily liquids. Your hips have various bruises forming across them, while your stomach presents crescent shapes and scratches from your boyfriend’s claws.

Glancing to the side, Stain lays next to you with his leg thrown off of the bed. He’s completely knocked out. Feeling completely high, your body is heavy and only wanting to sleep just like him.

“C’mon, love,” Spinner whispers with a smile. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and chin. You give a sleepy, half-smile back as he pulls your arms for you to sit upon the edge of the mattress.

Spinner rushes around the room to collect his clothing and yours on his arm before snatching his knife from the nightstand. Returning to you, with your head in your hands from the headache forming under your temples, he pulls his long tank top over your head for you to wear as a dress out of there.

To cover himself, he pulls on his trousers and boots, and buckles on his riot vest to hide his naked torso as much as possible. Shuichi takes your hand to help you off of the bed and leads you through the living room out to the hotel floor hallway. The bright hallway lights wake you up enough to head to the emergency exit to walk home.

As you make your way down, the cold of the stairwell hardens your nipples. The liquids tuning down your thigh chill your skin as you step out into the night.

Spinner bends over to help you slip on your boots before you begin your trek through town. Looking up at you while zipping them, he teases, “So, what did you think of him, babe?”

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Chapter Thirteen - Midterms and Halloween Mishaps

Part 4: Party Crashers

By 9pm the party was in full swing, Halloween-themed music blared from the speakers placed strategically throughout the living room and kitchen. Black and orange decorations adorned the walls and smoke machines pushed out a steady stream of fog that effectively hid anything below ankle-level in a thick gray smog. Huge fake cobwebs spanned the corners of the rooms with mechanical spiders crawling about them, their metallic joints clicking menacingly. Small animatronic witches cackled every other moment and harrowing howls sounded from somewhere in the house at regular intervals. When you asked Kiego about the location of the ambient noises, he simply winked, shrugged, and offered you a drink as a change of conversation.

The kitchen countertops were laden with Katsuki’s food, most of which had been consumed almost immediately only to be replaced by other dishes he had stored in the fridge and freezer. Several bowls of candy and Halloween-themed snacks were placed about the kitchen and living room where the main party took place, being refilled every so often by Keigo or Katsuki.

To say the party was a hit with your friends would be an understatement; they had all shown up roughly around the same time in elaborate costumes, both to impress their respective friends' soulmates and win the costume contest you had devised at the last minute. The winner, you had told them, would get to take home a dessert of their choice prepared by Katsuki at the end of the night. You had planned on giving everyone’s costume a fair shake, you really had! But when Momo showed up in a stunning white ball gown adorned with jewels that glittered like stars under even the dim party light, you knew who was taking the prize home that night.

“The dress itself is a genuine relic,” You heard her telling Ochaco, Tsu, Toga, and Mina who had all surrounded her the moment she walked in “but the jewels are from the family vault. They’re non-authentic but similarly cut to the originals that Marie Antoinette would have worn.”

Jiro, who was dressed as a vampire in rather authentic-looking gothic garb, slung her arm around Momo’s neck and kissed her forehead. “The makeup around her neck was my idea,” she stated, and for the first time you noticed the ring of fake gore around Momo’s throat, “had to make sure she really looked like old Antoinette right? Post-guillotine and all.”

You chuckled and moved further into the party. Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and, surprisingly enough, Iida, were all in the middle of a limbo contest while Katsuki stood watching off to the side with Izuku and Shouto.

“Hey you three!” You greeted enthusiastically as you got closer to them, “enjoying the party so far?”

The sour look on Katsuki’s face vanished the second he spotted you, replaced by a small grin as he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on and pressed his shoulder into yours.

“It’s not so bad,” he said, letting his head drop to touch yours momentarily, “I’m guessing you’ve seen Momo’s getup then?”

“Yep!” You said, placing the briefest of kisses to his shoulder, “I’ve found the winner of the contest for sure.”

Katsuki didn’t respond, only when you looked at his shocked and puzzled expression did you realize that you had never actually kissed any of your soulmates before, on the shoulder or otherwise. You felt your face heat up as you wracked your brain desperately for a change in topic.

“It’s you of course,” you stammered, a bit too shrill even to your ears, “who else would I give the prize to other than my number one?”

Shit that might have made it worse! But it seemed Katsuki wanted to change the topic as well, because he schooled his face back into his passive bored expression and rolled his eyes.

“You know I might have held you to that if the prize wasn’t something I could whip up myself on the weekend,” he huffed but grinned at you a moment later “Thanks though, I’ll be sure to remind the others who your number one is.”

You spluttered as he smirked and walked off. You shook your head exasperated and turned to find Shouto and Izuku beaming at you. Your face went hot again as you opened your mouth to say something, only to have a loud thump cut you off before you could even begin. Spinning around you saw Kaminari flat on his back glaring up at Sero, who had apparently knocked his feet out from under him right as he was about to clear the lowest limbo bar.

Grateful for the distraction you moved away from your two best friends and around the limbo contest, now turned wrestling match, and into the corner where you found Hitoshi and Dabi both leaning up against the wall.

“Hello there cuties,” you greeted “Having a good time?”

“You know it,” Hitoshi’s deep timber never failed to send shivers up your spine, even when he was saying the most mundane of things, “you enjoying yourself as well kitten?”

“But of course!” You said, playing off the effect the pet name had on you “If you happen upon Katsuki, don’t believe anything he says about being number one at anything, okay?”

“I never do,” Hitoshi chuckled, taking a swig of his drink and watching Kaminari attempt to body slam Sero. You hummed in response and leaned forward to spy Dabi on his other side. “Having a good time, Dabs?”

Dabi didn’t respond immediately, instead turning his head towards you very slowly and blinking owlishly. He seemed to just realize you had gotten there, and he jolted a moment later after realizing you had addressed him.

“Like your costume, mouse,” he made an attempt at his usual cocky smirk but missed the mark when his face twitched and he faltered into a soft giggle. You cocked you head to the side and considered this odd behavior.

“He’s high,” Hitoshi clarified for you at your puzzled look, “higher than most here, I’d say.”

It was then you noticed the acrid smell permeating the air, it was so light that it was almost undetectable unless you were actively trying to find it. Looking around you noticed a few of the others looked a little less aware of their surroundings than some, and even a few people giggling out of nowhere.

“People are high already?” You asked incredulously “the party has only been on for an hour and a half!”

Hitoshi shrugged and grinned at you “Told you this would happen, you can stick by me for a bit if you’re uncomfortable, I’ve dealt with high Kaminari enough to know how to navigate a conversation with someone who’s blasted.”

You shook your head, “I should be fine but thank you,” you gave him a quick smile before moving further into the party.

You didn’t have to go far before you stumbled up on Tamaki who was sitting on the couch deep in conversation with Mirio, Nejire, Rumi, and Shinya. Rumi had what looked like a pile of heavy dark blankets on her lap, you reasoned that she was probably cold in her skimpy bunny costume. You plopped yourself down on Tamaki’s other side and he started at your sudden presence. Turning to you he blushed at your sudden proximity and stammered out something that sounded like a greeting, but was drowned out by the music thudding through the walls.

You grinned and pressed your shoulder into his to indicate you understood. He smiled at turned back to Mirio and Nejire who were now discussing Mirio’s lack of chess skills. You listened for a bit before standing up to move towards the kitchen. Rumi flung her hand out to stop you before you had gone to far.

You gave her an inquisitive look but she only smiled in return. “Name’s Rumi,” she said unnecessarily, “I wanted to introduce myself properly, even though Keigo’s already told you who I am.”

You shook her outstretched hand and smiled “Thanks, its nice to finally talk to you in person,” you said as she leaned back and chuckled.

“I’d stand up to talk to you proper but I’ve got my lap full right now, as you can probably see,” You look inquisitively at the blankets only to have them shuffle and reveal themselves to be a person.

“Ah!” You said as Rumi wrapped her arms around the skinny form of Tomura Shigaraki. You opened your mouth to say something again but snapped it closed when you noticed Shigaraki’s face blushing brighter than the setting sun.

“I should probably find Keigo,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too rude. Rumi just grinned at you and placed a kiss to Shigaraki’s nose, making his blush extend to his now exposed neck. You smiled politely and made your way towards the kitchen.

You found Keigo, Kaminari, and a blonde boy you didn't recognize gathered around the table of food. As you approached you saw a worried scowl deepen on Keigo’s face as Kaminari talked through his mouthful of food.

“Be bet icha ton ova,” Kaminari explained around fistfuls of candy “Um betty good bat Mac in fends.”

“Yes, well,” interrupted the blonde, “I was enamored by him and his friend very quickly. And good thing too, otherwise I’d be sitting at home alone on Halloween night! And we can’t have that can we?”

The blonde spoke reasonably but there was something off about him that you couldn’t place. Maybe it was the way he moved his hands as he talked, or the fact that his eyes kept darting around the room as though he was looking for someone. Either way, you weren’t sure you liked Kaminari’s new friend as much as he did.

Keigo seemed to feel the same sort of unease as you did, but either couldn’t find a reason to confront the blonde or was too polite to do so. The blonde broke the heavy lull in conversation by straightening his coat and drawing himself up to his full height. “It’s been nice talking to you lot,” he said in a manner too pompous for your liking “but I think I’ll move further into the party, I do have someone I’d like to talk to before the night ends.”

And with that he swept from the kitchen into the living room and disappeared amongst the crowd. You turned to Kaminari who had finally swallowed his mouthful and was looking puzzled after the departing figure.

“Speak to someone?” Kaminari asked, “but he only knows me and Eijiro here…”

“He did show up late though,” Keigo added, “in fact I answered the door for him just ten minutes ago.”

“So maybe he hasn’t seen Eijiro yet then?” Kaminari looked a bit worried now “I wonder why he was so late too, I told him the right time….”

“Maybe I’ll follow him,” Kaminari said, already heading out of the kitchen. “Just to make sure he’s alright…”

Kaminari disappeared into the crowd leaving you and Keigo alone at the table. You shared a look with Keigo, who shook his head and stood up. Smiling at you he offered his hand with a bow “May I have a walk with you, mademoiselle?” He asked with a cheeky smirk.

You rolled your eyes but took his hand anyway, “sure, I could use some fresh air.” You both walked out the back door, down the back terrace stairs and into the expansive garden behind the mansion.

You crossed to the greenhouse sitting just opposite the mansion and sat down on one of the ceramic garden benches. Keigo leaned back against the greenhouse walls and gazed skyward. You followed his example and took a moment to take in the stars twinkling above. The full moon bathed you both in light and the crisp autumn breeze cooled the sweat that had appeared on your skin without your notice.

“I really like your friends,” he said, turning his head toward you with a smile “they’re just as sweet as you are.”

You grinned back at him “Rumi and Shinya are really nice too,” you said, “and I think the guy Rumi’s been babying all night is Dabi’s friend Shigaraki?”

“Yeah he is,” Keigo replied “and I’m glad he’s finally come around to them, you know it took those three ages to-“

Keigo’s sentence is cut off by a loud slam, both your heads snap in the direction of the sound only to see Hitoshi fling himself out of the back door and brace himself against the railing, looking like he was about to be ill.

Both you and Keigo are on your feet in seconds and Keigo is at his side before you even make it halfway to the stairs. You watch him grip Hitoshi by the shoulders and spin him around to face him. As you get closer you can hear their conversation, Hitoshi’s words coming out in harsh panicked breaths.

“He’s here,” he gasps “I didn’t think, I didn’t expect, I didn’t know-“

“Hitoshi what’s wrong?” You ask as you finally draw level with them “are you alright? What’s-“

“Yes,” called a familiar and unwelcome voice “tell us what is wrong, dear Hitoshi.”

You and Keigo spin around and your heart drops as you see the smirking face of the blonde stranger.

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chocochar · 4 years

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Can we get the lady and the tramp part 3 it’s beyond cute 😍

(Took me a while to get to this but eeeyyyy it’s done)

Part 1 | Part 2

[(F/n)'s POV]

Being with a villain is definitely a hard thing to get used to.

I love Dabi so much!! But getting nearly kidnapped a few times after he became known, I'm not too fond of. But it never comes to fruition, me getting taken, whether it's because he showed up just in time and they got scared and left, or my dad's men were nearby. Even though Dabi tries to play it off that he just happened to be in the area I know he came to protect me! At least I hope.

Today, like always, I won't see him until he comes through my window late at night. My mom's commented about how tired I've been looking, and taking a check of myself in the mirror I can see some dark circles under my eyes. But I like to wait up for my boyfriend, because I don't see him that much otherwise.

Getting up later than I meant to I yawn and get ready; a shower, getting dressed, doing my hair and makeup, and getting something to eat. It's nice out, so I check my phone to see if anyone wants to go out. A couple of my friends agreed to go shopping and grabbing my purse (which is new from Dabi, he likes to surprise me with gifts sometimes! Although he won't tell me how he makes so much money... Hmm...) and phone I leave.

Seeing them I call out,"Hey girls!"

"(F/n), you look so tired, are you sleeping okay?" The first thing one of them says. I scratch the back of my head and smile, hoping they won't see through my lie.

"Huh? O-Oh yeah! I've just been tossing and turning a lot, nothing to worry about!" I assure them; I can tell they don't believe me and as we start walking my other friend asks,"Are you suuuure? I bet you're seeing a guy and not telling us."

The other gasps and asks,"Wait are you?! Ooooo, is he a bad boy? Is that why you're hiding him?~"

"Maybe it's someone we know! Or he's super hot and she's just scared we'll drool all over him, huh?" she nudges me with her elbow. My face is red and my eyes avoid theirs as I fail at lying or hiding me dating someone from them.

"I-I mean I, um, n-no! I'm not seeing a-anyone!" I exclaim, crossing my arms and not giving them anymore than that.

They keep trying to pry even as we buy some outfits as well as get lunch. The day is nice, it's relaxed and laid back, and I text Dabi when he replies or messages me. The two keep trying to look over my shoulder, one of them managing too and teasing,"Ooooo, babydoll?! So cute!~"

I hide my phone in my purse so they won't keep snooping.

Things seem fine, but when night starts to fall I begin to feel something: we're being watched. Not like my dad's men, but something dangerous maybe? I don't like the feeling, but the other two don't seem to notice as we walk the sidewalk; the two are chatting away while I keep eyeing alleys or peeking behind us when it won't go away. It's not very busy down this street, either... I don't like this.

"(F/n)? Are you okay?" My one friend asks, noticing how stiff I am or how many times I keep looking back in just a minute alone. I look at her surprised before smiling and nodding.

"Huh? Yeah, of course!"

"Are you sure? You seem kind of on edge," she replies, my other friend eyeing me concerned.

"H-Huh? Really?? No, I'm totally fine," I try to lie, but hearing footsteps I look back... I freeze seeing a rather scary looking man keeping up with us a few feet behind. His look alone is terrifying but he's eyeing us like meat, or more specifically... He's eyeing me like a prized jewel... Oh no...

"(F/n)?" My friend asks, the two looking at the scary stranger suspiciously. My legs won't seem to move. No, not while they're here! What if they get hurt or caught up in something too?!

"So you are (F/n), huh? Thought so, you're pretty cute in person, no wonder he's so attached," the man gruffly bites out. My legs finally find it in them to move but it's too late; we're surrounded, and my friends are quickly knocked out by it looks like a quirk while I look for some way to run. But I can't, I can't leave them!!

"Wa-Wait, please don't hurt them!" I plead, holding up my hands and looking at the different villains. "A-are you here because of...?"

"Got that right, doll, we're lookin' for Dabi, after what he did to our boys before we just wanna... talk to him," one barks, his smirk making me so uncomfortable. I move away when he goes to grab me, as he continues,"We found out about ya, so why not get him back the best way possible?"

"Kidnap his girl, have him come to her rescue, then get him while he's distracted," the big, main one adds, large hand wrapping around my arm. I whimper with how iron tight his grip is, fear filling me to the brim and my heart pounding so fast. "That, or do something to you in front of him, should hurt him real good for the shit he's caused. You're pretty cute, guess we'll see how cooperative he is.~"

"W-Wait what?" I ask, not understanding what he means. But before he can say anything else I feel something hit me behind my head and everything goes black.

[X][X][X]

"... sure he's gonna show up?"

"Once he gets the little note we left him in her room probably, if this pretty little rich girl means shit to him," I hear two of my kidnappers conversing. I start to wake up, groggily, but I can make out what they're saying now as well as opening my eyes to see the room we're in... or lack thereof. It looks like an abandoned hotel room; the walls have holes, the floorboards are dirty and some rotted, and the air is thick with dust as well as the smell of these men. I groan and notice it's already night time, how late it is I don't know but I'm sure my parents are worried sick, and... maybe Dabi is too? I don't see my friends... Oh no...

"Wh-Where... are my...."

"Oh good, you're up," one smirks down at me and the two approach me. "Didn't think you were gonna get your ass up, but glad that hit didn't kill ya."

"Where am I...? And where are my, my friends...?" I ask trying to sit up; my wrists are tied behind my back and I'm lying on my side. The way they're eyeing me... It gives me chills, are they going to kill me??

"Don't worry, your friends got left on their doorsteps. We ain't got any need for them," he replies, kneeling in front of me. I go stiff immediately when his hand starts running up and down my thigh, my eyes wide. Wh-What is he doing...? "Just you, maybe your boyfriend will show and we can finally take care of business."

"But if he doesn't, well, we'll have to decide what to do with you," his partner grins, the man's hand on me moving higher. I start to breathe heavier and I attempt to scoot away from him, snapping,"D-Don't touch me...! Get your hands o-off me!"

"Oh? And how're you gonna make me?~" he gropes my backside and I whimper. My legs are untied fortunately and without hesitating I bring my leg up and kick him in the face. He falls back, looking at me in shock and holding his cheek. I glare at him, although it's not very menacing. And he returns it looking much, much scarier, growling,"You bitch...!"

I scream when he grips my hair and straddles me, saying,"Not so tough now when you're held down, are ya? Feisty bitch..." I start to feel his other hand wandering and trying to pull my (pants, skirt, etc) off, and I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Does Dabi even know I'm gone? I hope he cares, I... I want him here... "I don't hear anything either, looks like your boyfriend ain't comin' huh? Guess we jumped thinkin' he'd give a shit, but lookie, you're all alone, and we're gonna-"

Before he can finish the sound of an explosion almost is heard somewhere else in the building with glass breaking and other men screaming. We all look at the door, which sits open; I can make out... blue lighting, like a glow, like... Dabi's fire?!

"Shit, did he just show up?!"

"Yeah, I think so! Uh," the other kidnapper peeks out of the room as the blue glow disappears and his expression turns horrified before he slams the door shut and locks it. "Quick, do something about her!!"

The man on me suddenly brandishes a knife and starts to cut away at my shirt, my tears starting to flow. What is he doing?! Is he going to kill me, o-or something else? He glares at me, seemingly changing his mind when he goes to cut my bra open, and turning the knife around in his hand so it's held like he's about to stab me. He starts raising it, muttering,"Gotta get rid of ya, sweetheart..." and I panic.

"D... DABI!!" I scream as loud as I can. He and the other man freeze when the sound of boots hit the floorboards with quick, thundering steps coming our way, then it goes quiet. We wait, and I nearly wonder if it wasn't Dabi, that he didn't come and I saw something else.

That all changes when the door is blown open like an explosion and blue flames burst through the doorway into the room. Luckily I'm far enough from the door they don't hit me, but the other kidnapper falls as he cries in pain. I clench my eyes shut, listening as he goes silent. When I reopen them I swallow at the sign of his charred remains as well as the blaze gone; it's a gross, terrifying sight. Me and the man on top of me look at the burnt doorway, the door on the ground in pieces, and my heart races seeing my scarred knight in shining leather steps through. He looks mad, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are scary and almost glowing. The man on me is visibly shaking; he seems to forget his plan as he stands and holds up his hands the knife dropping.

"O-Oh look who it is, so ya did show up," he says shakily, giving a nervous grin.

"Why wouldn't I? You took my girl, and I think burning you all alive is worth more than enough for what you had planned," he says calmly; it's terrifying. He's mad, but still so calm. That's one thing I like about Dabi, though, he's level headed even when he's upset, well, for the most part. "You've got five seconds to try to run for the door before you join your buddy here." He gestures to the corpse. The man gulps, wasting no time in rushing for the door. Just as he makes it Dabi holds his hand up to blast more blue flames his way, but he stops when our eyes meet. His hand lowers and coming over to me he kneels down beginning to untie my wrists.

The moment I'm free I jump up to wrap my arms around his neck burying my face in his overcoat. His own scarred limbs loop around me and I can feel him lightly rub my back. The tears are already coming, and I swallow trying to hold them back.

"It's okay, babe, you didn't really think I'd leave you to these assholes, did you?" he asks, pulling back and looking down at me.

"I-I was hoping not," I admit, taking this chance to kiss his lips before holding him again. I did have that fear that he wasn't going to show up. Was I important enough for him to risk it? That's all I could think, but him being here... I think I have my answer.

He takes me home hidden by the dark of night so no one sees us; it's after midnight apparently, my parents aren't home when we make it to my house, Dabi telling me they went to the police. Once they get back I'll tell them I managed to escape or something, but for now I hurry and change, looking for my phone to at least text them.

Dabi stops me, though, and I look at him confused, unable to read his expression.

"Dabi? What is it?"

I don't get an answer, instead he kisses me deeply, his arms pulling me tight against him while my own loop around his neck; my hands feel through his hair and I smile into the kiss. It's brief because I pull back and meeting his cerulean gaze I ask,"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" he asks. He's not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but this time I can see he's upset. Was he... that worried??

"... Nothing, but I'm glad you came, my knight in shining leather.~" I smile warmly, his cheeks shockingly turning a red tint as he averts his eyes. It's almost like he's embarrassed, mumbling,"Shut up, idiot..." before I kiss him again.

He won't admit it out loud that he cares about me, but his actions tonight were all I needed to know how important I am to him. That's all I need, because he's the most important thing in my life, and I hope I'm just as much to him.

(AN: Hope this is okay, sorry it took a while to do, writers block suuuucks QuQ )

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dabis-azure-songstress · 4 years

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Dabi x Hero!OC (Please read note)

Hiiii!~ It’s so nice to have been writing again. This time, I am back with a certain favorite villain of mine~ I tried to write something I haven’t before and also give you guys something new to read that I haven’t seen yet. I did use my OC for this because for the beginning I wanted to some quirks for the battle and a few of my own kinks to help make you guys comfortable if you want to make any requests. However~ feel free to imagine yourself as Shinju if you want~ I really don’t mind! I would like to announce that I will happily take requests if you would like a one-shot or anything for reader or your own OC~ I’m most comfortable writing for Dabi because I can kind of go full blast and be the kinky little thing that I am, but I also have huge soft spots for Todoroki and Bakugo and now Suneater, as well. Any other characters, please ask and I will try to research and nail for you, but those were my mains~! She’s probably tired of seeing this, but I always have to shout out my biggest fan and friend here @strawberryandspiceandchocolate. Thank you so much for your support, advice, and always being excited to read what I write or come up with/help me brainstorm. She coined the term “El-whip” for Shinju’s whip. It means so much to me that you and others loved my Bakugo Naga. Without further ado!~ I hope you love it as much as Shinju did. ;)

Pairing: Dabi x Hero!OC Shinju

WARNINGS: NSFW, pretty kinky, piercings, choking, rough, slight non-con (but Shinju does LOVE it, I promise)

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED BECAUSE DABI IS A KINK KING. CONTINUE AT OWN RISK BELOW LINE.

The sharp crack of thunder went off as Shinju cracked her El-whip, nearly getting Bakugo in the crossfire and lighting the area up with her lightning, but she had full faith in his abilities. “HOLY SHIT, YOU ALMOST SNAPPED MY DAMN FACE!” King Explosion raged behind his orange and black mask. “Eh, I knew you’d dodge it, Boom Boom Boy.” Electro-Dancer teased and stroked his ego simultaneously. Blue Flame barely dodged the attack of the quick and extremely dangerous periwinkle bolt of lightning from the end of the whip. He watched in utter amusement. That Electro-Dancer or whatever had nearly struck her own teammate in the process of blocking Dabi’s dangerous blue flames.

“My my…You’re either extremely confident, trusting, and highly intelligent or incredibly reckless and desperate.” Dabi eyed the female in her tight black and purple latex suit and a purple mask shaped like two connected lightning bolts. He flexed his hand as the heroine’s crystal blues met his own electric gaze directly for the first time. “I’ve never seen you before, are you new? Here to distract me from your other little hero friend?” The woman continued to eye him down with a hand on her cocked hip as Bakugo stomped over beside her. “Oh, I’m not new per se, just never had the pleasure of taking you down before,” she replied almost flirty with a smirk.

King Explosion snorted beside her, palms already alighting with another fiery blow. “We’re not here to chat, Electro. Hold him off until Deku and the others get the civilians outta here.” Electro sighed and extended her right gloved hand, purple electricity crackling to life. “Ready, Boom Boom Daddy?” Bakugo smirked, but his tone turned deathly. “Don’t call me that! ‘Bout damn time. Thought you’d never ask.” Dabi was preparing and focused on her right hand that he didn’t see the release from her left and combine with Bakugo’s palm explosion.

Dabi’s eyes widened as he dodged, and the lightning exploded on impact. Even managing to dodge, the heat from the bolt made him reel in pain as it burned his scarred arm. He almost couldn’t handle it. Kurogiri suddenly warped to him as he held his wrist in pain. “Fuck.” Kurogiri hissed softly. “So, they have a new hero. We should try to exhaust her and separate them. Then we’ll take her for learning and interrogation.” Dabi laughed.

Electro was rapidly running out of energy, the energy battery on her hip was already used to back Bakugo up and there were no thunderstorms or electricity in the air nearby or Denki. Bakugo glanced back at her carefully. He knew the older woman was running low on juice since she’d already called a storm earlier in the week to charge the battery. “Shit.” he cursed lowly. “Here’s our opening,” Dabi smirked as he noticed Bakugo’s nervous glance and used his blue flames to come between the two.

Electro hissed as she fell back from the flames, tearing parts of the back of her outfit. She could hear Bakugo screaming at her. She was too focused on that until she felt hands roughly drag her up and hold her tightly to their torso. A sharp pinprick on her neck and the woman began to feel dazed as her vision blacked out.

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Shinju groaned lowly as she started to come around, wrists chained above her head and a spreader bar between her high-heeled rubber boots. “Don’t even think about trying anything. Just relax. I’ve been informed of that amazing quirk of yours and have removed anything that could possibly recharge you. Dabi will be here to interrogate you shortly.” Shigaraki spoke from the low candlelit door. She couldn’t even manage to try; she was beginning to roll from whatever concoction they’d given her.

She was out again before a chair sliding on the floor roused her once more from her slumber. The male with piercings, scars, and spikey dark hair was back and eyed her with interest. “Quite a quirk, babe. Who would’ve thought that cute and curvy petite shell held all that power?” He licked his lips. Dabi? The woman grasped groggily at the name in her head. She tried to respond but only groaned.

“Tell me about it. Because of you, I’ve had to take quite a few painkillers.” Shinju looked up at him as he stood in front of her and flashed a bandage. “Yeah, well, you ripped my suit.” Dabi laughed loudly. “That’s what you’re worried about? When I could just,” he grabbed her by her long lavender braid and pulled her head back forcefully. “just burn your little head right off. Now, why don’t we see the rambunctious woman behind that mask?”

Shinju tried her best to keep turning her head away as he grasped the ties, but it was no use. Dabi stared at her as her face was revealed. Beautiful black winged eyeliner surrounded her eyes and she was beautiful to Dabi. She looked young, but he knew better. The Baku-brat was at least in his twenties now. Dabi got a little irritable.

“Tell me, Electro-girl. A pretty little lady like you, do you find me hideous?” He flashed a menacing grin as she looked at him as closely as she could. It was probably the drugs, but she couldn’t lie to him. “Nah. The opposite actually…” Shinju trailed off. He searched and found nothing but sincerity within her blue orbs.

He was a bit taken aback. “I know you won’t betray your darling heroes, as strong-willed as those eyes are looking at me even dilated. So, is bomb boy your boyfriend? You must have some pretty interesting fetishes to dress confidently like that, princess.” Shinju laughed nervously. “Boom Boom Boy is one of my closest friends and hilarious to get riled up. Maybe. Most heroes wear tight outfits and stuff. Mine works well for my quirk. I can’t exactly fight in a uniform skirt. And you’re asking me about fetishes? What about you, Staple Boy?”

Dabi wasn’t offended but smirked widely and wickedly. “Oh, plenty.” He circled around her slowly, taking note of the rips on her hind end in the latex. “Explosion boy won’t mind if I touch you much then. Y’know, since he isn’t your boyfriend.” He trailed a finger over part of the exposed flesh on the back of her thigh, causing Shinju to gasp. “You’re still a little more conscious and aware, so the drug either hasn’t hit you fully or Overhaul sent you some Swamp-Water.”

Shinju shook as her vision began filtering the world in different colors. “D-don’t touch me…” she sighed out, head dropping forward as Dabi released his hold on her now messy waist-length braid. Quickly, he slid his hand in one of the larger rips within the latex and grabbed a handful of the soft and squishy flesh of one of her rear cheeks. A loud moan released itself from her lungs. Dabi placed his lips close to the sensitive shell of her before he whispered. “Dear little heroine…I’ll show how fun it will be to release your dark side. Since you didn’t want to tell me your fetishes, I guess we’ll play with some of mine and find out if they line up with any of yours.”

Shinju was panting already as his hand began to unzip the back of her suit. Her skin felt feverish beneath his hands as he shoved them in to grab at her perky breasts. “Mmm, so…What do you think of this?” He gave each a harsh squeeze simultaneously and caused the woman to cry out exasperatedly at the pleasure. “Oh, so you are kinkier than I thought. I bet you were such a good girl in school, but such a freak when it comes to being in bed with a man.”

The female was breathless already. “I highly doubt that’s just the drug now. I think you honestly like things a little rough and dirty, huh doll?” Shinju pushed her head back, successfully surprising him by knocking roughly into his shoulder. “Ow,” he grunted. “S-sorry…” the woman muttered. Dabi laughed loudly. “You’re saying sorry to me? That Swamp-Water is really working on you. The first time, I’m guessing. Now, why don’t I just gently help you down from there, huh? But we’ll keep your pretty little legs spread with that bar.”

Honestly, Shinju was just happy that her arms were being released more comfortably, even if they were over Dabi’s shoulders and her wrists were still bound. “There now. That’s better, isn’t it?” Shinju nodded and drooped, resting her head against the villain’s. Dabi was watching her closely for any tricks. “Everyone reacts a little differently. Just like any other drug.”

Shinju’s arms felt heavy and like Jell-O around his neck. “God, I feel so hot.” she panted. “Allow me to help with that, baby doll.” Dabi strategically laid her on the cold hard floor before he grabbed the rope still binding her wrists and set his quirk aflame. Shinju cried out loudly as it burned her wrists. “Whoops. Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

“Don’t move or I’ll engulf your entire body in my flames. Be a good girl, alright?” Shinju felt too drained to care as he pulled at the latex suit, effectively pulling it off and down to the bar between her ankles. “Oh-ho-ho. No underwear? My my, you’re just begging to be fucked, aren’t you? Should just be honest with me. You love the thought of me man-handling you and just ravaging you however the fuck I like.” The woman moaned beneath him, heat pooling up in her loins.

Why was she reacting so much to just his voice? Dabi smirked at her and finally moved in for the first kiss. “You try to bite me or anything and I really will turn you into the loveliest pile of ash on this floor.” His lips met against hers roughly and Shinju moaned at the two different textures. His upper lip was soft and the burnt scars of his lower were pleasantly rough. Taking advantage of the situation, Dabi turned the kiss deeper, careful not to pull at the stitches and piercings in them.

Shinju’s mind blanked completely before she slowly started to come out of her drug-induced haze. She began to push her tongue roughly into his mouth. Dabi was surprised but went along with it. Who was he to deny the woman a bit of control of what he did with her body? Her hands twisted into the dark (surprisingly, very silky) spikes of his hair. “Oh? Now you’re getting into it, kinky girl.” She hissed in pleasure as he pulled at a swollen nipple and circled a finger slowly around her clit.

She jerked beneath him roughly. “You’re so sensitive. I’m going to have so much fun with you baby.” Suddenly he pulled away, much to her chagrin. That changed though as she stared at the hollow needle and metal rings he picked up in his hands. “You’re so fucking pretty. I want to give you something, so you’ll always remember me.”

Shinju began to feel her blood run cold. “Now hold still. This will only hurt for a minute. You’re going to be the most gorgeous and unique woman there is out there.” Dabi grabbed her bottom lip tightly between his fingers and pulled it out tautly. Shinju panted roughly and did her best not to squirm, eyes shutting tightly as he pushed the needle and rings through either side of her lip. She did groan and she felt it, but the burns of his flames hurt far worse.

Her adrenaline rush was expended after the first piercing and by the second, she nearly passed out. “Damn. You look even sexier, babe. God, piercing you was so sexy. It’s gotten me so hard. Now that I’ve given you some real pain and torture, why don’t I bestow you with some real pleasure, hm?” Shinju watched as he came to her, unzipping the bulge of his jeans very slowly. Still a bit blurry from the rush of the piercings, it took her a moment to catch up with his actions.

Dabi’s hand gripped her ankle before he folded her in on herself before the spreader bar was behind his neck and her ankles were at his ears. Shinju flushed brightly at the position. She’d never felt so exposed in her entire life before. She began to panic as she felt the heat of the underside of him and something contrastingly cool pressed directly against her. “W-wait! You’re going to get me pregnant if you do it that way!”

“Doesn’t that give you such a thrill though? I could or I could not. Me, a villain. And you a cute little heroine.” He silenced her by wrapping his hand tightly around her throat as he pressed down into her deeply. Shinju’s face began to turn red from his head holding in the loud moan she would’ve released. The position caused him to go deep. Noticing the danger on the woman’s face, Dabi eased his grip and Shinju coughed and gasped out sharply for air.

As he forced his hips forward roughly into her, he swallowed her cries of pleasure. In the position, she couldn’t help herself. It was mind-blowing. And the extra unexpected ladder of a few barbells on the underside of his girth was a bonus. Shinju honestly wouldn’t have noticed much if Dabi wasn’t a master at using them.

Shinju moaned and panted into his mouth roughly. “God, you really are a good girl taking all of my cock like that and moaning like a little slut.” Shinju was reaching her peak, the white heat building in her abdomen causing her muscles to tighten. Dabi moaned out finally, snapping his hips forward into the tightening body beneath him. “Now you’re going to be even better and take every single last drop I have to give you and possibly get so swollen. What would your dear best friend have to say about that?”

Shinju’s eyes snapped open wide as she gripped onto the fabric of the arms of his jacket. “P-please, Dabi. D-don’t.” He moaned again, hot breath fanning across her face. “You’re so precious. Stuttering beneath me to not to, but your body betrays you. You got fucking soaked when I said that.” Dabi’s hips quickened into her a bit more and Shinju finally shattered like an explosion of glass.

She literally cried as she came undone around him, and Dabi was overwhelmed by her waves. Shuddering and getting sloppy, he pushed his hips tightly to her before he unleashed like a torrent within her. She shuddered at the feeling of being so full. Dabi sighed heavily in relief. “So, tell me, babe, how many of your fetishes did I hit?”

“The piercings were a bit much…but oh my god…” Shinju’s head fell back against the floor with a soft thud. Dabi laughed loudly as he rounded a nipple softly with his finger. Shinju groaned loudly as she felt a new needle and piercing push through each of them. “Ooo, those are gonna show in that sexy little suit you wear.”

Shinju felt overloaded mentally and physically, her body shuddering and vision blurring. “Y’know, I am supposed to be interrogating you.” Dabi looked down at her with his electric blue eyes. She gripped one of his arms weakly and gasped as she felt the tingle in her fingers. “What the hell did you do!?” Dabi growled as the muscles in his arm began to tense painfully and became immobile. “S-sorry…that’s never happened b-before…I…”

Dabi laughed again loudly. “Oh, I just unleashed a little section of your quirk you never knew you had, didn’t I?” Somehow, she had managed to intercept an electrical signal from his brain as it traveled towards his hand. “That’ll do for now, Electro-girl.” Dabi retreated, stood slowly, and fixed himself before he removed the spreader bar from Shinju’s ankles and helped her slide back into her suit and replace her mask.

“I guess I can let you go now.”

“L-let me go?”

Dabi looked at her, holding his tensed arm. “Yeah. I did get some useful information about your quirk like I needed to, and you aren’t currently interfering with my goals. I’ll just tell them you pulled a fast one on me with this extensive part of your quirk and I couldn’t move. Just make sure you don’t get in my way in the future, this changes nothing and I’m not going to go easy on you. You fight me like you mean it, and don’t you go falling for me, babe.” He teased.

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Shinju stumbled, very sore and nearly unable to walk as she followed the directions she’d been given by Dabi. “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!? WE’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE, DAMN IDIOT!” All her hair stood on end and she jumped at the explosive voice. “Shinju! You’re back!” Midoriya smiled brightly, trotting up to her alongside the spiky-haired blonde. “Thank goodness...geez, you look terrible. You’re so pale…We better have you taken to the infirmary.” Shinju nodded weakly before she finally feinted against Bakugo.

#dabi #dabi x you #dabi x oc #dabiisakinkkingchangemymind #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut #bnha imagines #dabi smut

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ruiyuki-archives · 4 years

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Star Tear AU - Momo ver.

This is an AU I wrote on the todomomo discord server eons ago. Anything posted to this blog will be transcripts of old original work and not really edited, save for formatting. I have no guarantees if I will ever finish these AUs either so these will only be kept as an archive.

Original transcript posted to tdmm discord: Aug 2020

Momo ver. Alternate timeline: Todo ver. Part 1 || Todo ver. Part 2 || Todo ver. Part 3

ALRIGHT YALL NEW TROPE ALERT ➡ STAR TEAR DISEASE

Basically the cousin of Hanahaki Disease. Unrequited love causes a person to cry star tears accompanied by the sound of twinkling and if the feelings are not returned said person goes colour blind

And I just !!!!

tdmm AU where Momo gets star tear disease and the first time she cries in front of Todo after the exam with Aizawa she cries star tears???

And she doesn’t know what it means and neither does Todo but maybe Aizawa does and recognizes what it means but idk

So Momo goes on this whole literary quest to research what it means. And Todo volunteers to help bc umm?? Even the pressure point in her foot doesnt stop this phenomenon so he wants to figure it out too

And along the way they dig through the UA library on study dates and dig through the bookstores and dig through the interwebs together

Spending more and more time together, Momo starts to realize she’s feeling something. that is until one night she finds it on the web what star tears mean

Its her unrequited love for Todoroki

And her realizing this just makes it w or s e

Bc the consequence of not having her feelings returned means she goes colour blind

Or you know what, im just gonna alter it and make it more angst. She goes fully blind, ya lets do that.

SO MOMO

Poor bby is grappling with this realization and coming to terms with it all on her own; recognizing that if she doesnt let Todo know after all this time spent together she’s come to love him....... she'll go blind

But ofc its Momo... poor bby selfless Momo....

Her feelings and her own and not a responsibility of Todo to like her back and cure her of this disease so there is NO WAY she’s gonna burden him with that

Plus they’re both too busy tryna be heroes and shouldn’t have this as a distraction

So ofc Momo's not gonna tell Todo

And she cries and cries even more star tears that twinkle in fill her room in the dark like galaxies in the sky.

Its really beautiful.

She'll accept that she'll go blind never to see the face of her loved ones again. Her parents. Her friends....... Todoroki.

And that potentially she might have to give up her dream of being a hero if the blindness compromises it.

But she'll accept that.

The next day she wakes up and cant see a colour

And slowly it begins.......

She loses green first. Its hard to distinguish green from yellow

Then yellow goes

Then orange

Then one by one colour fades over weeks and weeks

Ofc shes not telling anyone.

She fakes it in class, during hero training, during her internship

That when Ochako and Hagakure asks "isnt the colour dress cute?" holding up a lovely chartreus and gold dress, she lies and says yes even though she sees gray

Which breaks her even more

And so she cries alone at night some more star tears

And it keeps going

All the while Todo noticing from beside his desk......

something is off...

But he doesnt ask her. Not yet.

Because after weeks of spending time with her researching, he believes they’re close enough that she'll share with him what’s going on

He didnt question it when she told him "its ok Todoroki san, we can stop researching"

"Did you figure it out?"

"Yes. Its nothing to be concerned about anymore"

He doesnt question it when he notices her in the morning at breakfast,,, the little speckles of star dust glimmering at the corner of her eyes

And he doesnt question himself either when he starts to think the twinkling tears she cries when she thinks she is alone,, makes her look really beautiful

Its those some odd moments when he passes the classrooms on the way back to the dorms at sunset that he sees her alone by the window,, looking out,, as the sun paints the sky reds pinks yellows and oranges,,, that she stares out and star tears fall from her eyes, twinkling in the setting light

And he thinks to himself that she is really beautiful,, a shadow against the setting sun

So he watches and thinks some more

That shes beautiful even without the sunset. Beautiful in class answering the hardest question. Beautiful in battle when her tactics win over her opponent. Beautiful studying when he notices her little motions when shes concentrating.

But while Todo thinks that to himself, Momo cries. Little star tears in her eyes.

She cant see the sunset anymore.

He doesnt think its serious when she tells him to disregard the matter

But when he happens to run into her when visiting his mom at the hospital, and she’s on her way out from the optometry & ophthamology department to get this whole eye thing checked out, thats when he realizes

Oh. This is serious.

And he starts trying to get her to talk but she’s being all avoidy and tight lipped

Cuz from Momo’s doctors’ appointment, the doc told her there’s no cure unless she gets over the feelings herself or her feelings are returned

And really now, she still thinks its her burden to bare not his

So logically the only thing she thinks she can do to slow down the blindness from the tears is to shut down her feelings for him. Put them in a box. And become cold.

Todoroki hates that.

That she’s being avoidant and cold when he knows something is wrong and wants to help her but she is being so not Momo anymore

He wants the kind, loving, selfless, pure hearted, strong Momo he's grown to learn and respect and know back

And that’s when he realizes he really cares for her

Not just admiring her beauty. Or respecting her battle instincts and leadership

That he realizes he really likes her

Perhaps even loves her.

So thats that.

Until its mission time.

Cuz its not angst until someone gets hurt and the other realizes they’ve been keeping a secret all this time sooooooooo

Smth smth UA kids vs a new baddie or minor villian or idk it could be dabi for all i want bc i put dabi in everything lmaooo

But who they’re fighting is not important

The important part is tdmm are on the same team

Maybe deployed as partners even

And theyre fighting back to back against some grunts

And at this point Todo is frustrated he’s not getting through to Momo just after he shook his own world realizing he likes her

And Momo's being all cold but civil and she is completely colour blind.

Theres no undoing the damage in her eyes. She can see in muted muddy tones and grayscale.

So for plot convenience lets say the villain has some kinda colour distortion quirk that mixes up the perception of colour from the true colour in a form of illusion or smth idk

So when the grunts in all black uniform end up attacking them, to Todo and Momo, one looks dressed in red, another in green, others in blues yellows purples

tdmm do pretty well fending them off until Todo notices 3 of them in blue green and purple about to attack Momo at once

And she’s ready to fend them off but doesnt notice a 4th one in red coming in for a swift sneak atttack right behind the green one

But Todo does notice

And he shouts

"YAOYOROZU THE RED ONE"

But she cant tell

And the knife lands deep in her shoulder

And Todo burns the rest to a crisp

You can imagine what the conversation is in the aftermath, when Momo has her shoulder bandaged up and Todo tending his own wounds

"Yaoyorozu.. please be honest with me. Why didnt you avoid the red one when I shouted?"

Because, he knows, that the heroine Creati he's trained along side with for so long would have been able to anticipate the grunts assault

That she would have expected a sneak attack amidst a simultaneous attack

But the fact that she didnt. Couldnt. Avoid it definitely means shes been handicapped

And Momo, upon being asked, hurt and tired from their battle finally relents

She cant lie to him any longer.

"It was because... i couldnt tell. I couldnt distinguish their colours. I havent been able to for a few weeks now.... I've..."

A star tear falls from her eyes.

"I've lost my colour vision Todoroki-san"

Tiny galaxies fall from her eyes as she finally explains to him what these tears are

And Todo is speechless as she talks, only able to hear the twinkles against her words broken against sniffles and hiccups

And when sh’es said all she knows - that this is a disease that will turn her blind, that there is no cure and it comes as a consequence of loving someone who doesnt love you back, that she doesnt want to burden the person she loves with her responsibility, that she has been trying bury her feelings to save herself ...

He finally asks: "Who is it. Tell me who it is that you love Yaoyorozu"

"You. Its you Todoroki-san"

And his heart broke.

He pulls her into a hug,, so tight she thinks she might be crushed

And its his turn to cry against her

Because all this time she was doing this for him

"Im sorry Momo. Im so sorry. You dont have to suffer alone anymore. Because we're partners, long before I even realized it"

"Eh?"

He looks into her eyes, unwavering

"Im in love you too."

The tears that fall from her next are no long starlight.

Epilogue/trivia:

Momo loses her colour vision following the colour wheel starting with green ➡ yellow, orange, red, etc until blue is last to go

Shes most heartbroken about losing red and blue cuz those are the colours she associates with Todo (when she cant see the sunset anymore its when she realizes she lost red and that’s why she’s crying)

Since the damage of the disease cant be restored, she has to deal with greyscale vision for some years

Eventually Eri rewinds it for her once Eri can control her power

but for those some years Momo is so busy!! cuz she goes into genius mode and starts creating (and probably working with Hatsume) vision impairment accessibility tools? Yes

and bc I have an unhealthy obsession with the todofam, Natsuo probably ends up getting a case of the disease for some odd reason if he ever broke up with his gf and Todo upon hearing it is like NO GO TELL HER PLS

He’s not gonna let anyone else on the other end feel the guilt that he did for Momo

> archives masterpost

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #tdmm star tear au #ruiyukis unfinished aus #sorry not sorry #for spamming the tag #this ones my baby #im so attached to it #much like tdmm learning to love #angst with a happy ending #oops heres a bandaid for your heart

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leagueofidiots · 4 years

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Kurogiri somehow gets turned back into 17 yr old Shirakumo while with the league. What happens? (Chaos, likely)

Thanks for reminding me of my wip

Safe from triggers! Entirely crack tho

It was a normal day at headquarters. Perfectly normal. Spinner had gone on a mission with Kurogiri, and they should be getting back any second now. Life was good.

Shigaraki darts his fingers around a controller. Dabi sits, braiding small sections of Magne's and Toga's hair on the bar stools. Jin smokes lazily on the couch. Compress is on the small computer in Kurogiri's room, looking for a cheap sushi place.

When the door creaks open, nobody suspects a thing. The incoming members are greeted with a unanimous grunt of acknowledgment, not even spared a glance. "How'd it go?" asks Toga, pulling at a loose string on her skirt.

"Terribly," says Spinner, and everyone finally looks up.

"Who's that?" asks Shigaraki, pausing his battle.

"Good question," says Suichi, shoving the man in question through the door. His bluish-white hair flies up like a cloud, eyes like the sky wide in confusion. "One minute Kuro and I are fighting off a bunch of idiots, the next thing I know this guy is standing there, dressed like him."

"Well where's Kurogiri then?!?" asks Tomura, voice high in panic.

"I don't know! I just tied this guy up and figured you'd know!" He sits the teenager down in a stool next to Magne. "You have been around him for fifteen years, I don't think I can be called dumb for this."

"You can and will be called dumb, dummy," says Dabi, cracking open a can of beer. "You brought this guy here without Kurogiri and thought it'd go over well?"

"What was I supposed to do?!?"

Toga spins her stool around and hops off, standing in front of the replacement. "He's kinda cute. You think he likes blood?"

"That's Kurogiri, cut it out!" shrieks Shigaraki. "I have very few limits with you, but that is the line."

"Who are you people?" he asks, looking around. "And what exactly do you want with me? Ransom or something?" His voice is considerably higher than Kurogiri's, and Jin begins laughing.

"We're the league of villains. And you are?" Kenji does not look impressed with the teenager, nor bothered by the weirdness of the situation.

"Uh...I'm Loud Cloud. So is that a 'yes' on the ransom?" The hero in training doesn't look bothered either, simply offering them a grin.

"Yeah, sure, ransom." Dabi drains a can of beer in one go, given up on the girls' hair.

"What did you guys do with my hero suit? It cost a lot of money and has these weird drycleaning specifications, so I really hope you aren't washing it or anything. Can you untie me? I don't have my staff or anything and these ropes aren't quirk-hindering, so---"

"Absolutely not!" says Suichi. "Unless, uh...Okay, situation: You're out saving people, and you have to either save a politician who will give you popularity, or 8 kids. Who do you save?"

He squints as if that was a dumb question. "I could save both if I---"

"YOU HAVE TO PICK ONE," he snaps.

"Okay, then the kids." Spinner begins untying him. "Wait, that was it? I thought you guys were supposed to be villains?"

"We are," says Dabi, opening another beer. "He's just a NEET, I don't know why he's even here."

Magne joins him at the hero's back. "I trust him. Plus, this guy's Kurogiri, right? What's he gonna do?"

"This can't be him, Kurogiri's always hated heroes. Well...he liked a few heroes, but for the most part," says Tomura, taking Dabi's third beer from him.

"He does talk about Eraser Head and Present Mic and Midnight a lot...It sort of got annoying," says Compress, finally emerging.

"This Kurogiri guy has good taste," says Loud Cloud with a grin. "Those are my best friends in the whole world. Which I guess is kinda sad cuz I only met them this year, but when you're a social chameleon used to being around your twin all the time, I guess it makes sense. So really, they're my first friends that are just mine, so that makes it---"

"He talks too much," says Himiko. "He's probably not Kurogiri. Spinner...what happened?"

"Okay, so we were out on our mission, right? Well then some of the heroes were there, and one of them was Eraser Head with this kid, and she kinda got startled, and her horn started glowing? Well, I was busy kicking Endeavor in the face, and then I turned around, and he was standing there. He had Kurogiri's clothes still, other than his neck thing, that fell off, so…"

"Shouta has a kid?"

Twice rolls his eyes. "Yeah, it's a long story. I'll tell you right now!"

"Oh, great, thanks!" He smiles, but the league looks at him like he's an idiot. "Was that sarcasm?"

"No," snaps Tomura. "I hate him. Make him leave."

"It's Kurogiri, we can't just ditch him," says Magne.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about, but my name is Oboro Shirakumo. I don't know why anybody would name their kid 'Black Fog', but it wasn't my parents."

"It is kind of a dumb name," Shigaraki mumbles. "So how do we turn him back?"

"We could go ask very nicely I guess?"

"Spinner, shut up. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth," says Dabi.

"Be nice, Dabi," says Atsuhiro. "Why don't we ask Dr. Ujiko? He might have an idea."

Dabi grabs a new beer, ignoring Tomura's glare. "What's he gonna do, give him vitamins and pray?"

Shirakumo, finally untied, walks over to the couch. "You guys are really bad at being evil or whatever. Gotta say, I'm not intimidated. Well...there's some funky stuff going on with your guys' faces, but not in a scary way. Just a kinda weird way."

Spinner flushes pink. "Whatever. You're ugly too," says Shigaraki, scratching at his neck.

"He is not!" exclaims Toga. "He has cloud hair, he's adorable!"

And then, with a burst of green fog, the boy in question turns back into his usual void-like self. Spinner blinks. "Oh. Okay, so it might have been another hero's quirk then."

"What?" asks Kurogiri, voice returning to its usual deep tone. "When did we get back here?"

Shigaraki huffs. "Nothing." The league later agreed that they would never speak of it again, and that Spinner had to clean the base for stressing everyone out.

#lov #league of villains #manga spoilers #RIP Suichi #writing

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giranswife · 4 years

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New Year, New Surprises

Summary: Ash had made the decision that this year they were doing things a little differently, but still keeping it in the spirit of themselves. But, of course, her husband can’t help but continue to surprise her. Nothing is too good for her.

W: self-insert x canon, fluff

(( I wrote this for my second husband, because I just really wanted to indulge in him and ash doing a little holiday celebration. It’s small, but! It’s new for them! So I let them enjoy this at their own pace! And what better way to do that than with Giran and his full of surprises self lol ))

It’s been a long time since I celebrated the holidays. There used to not be any reason for it. The days made me feel more alone, and I just had bad memories from them to really give a shit. But as the years went by, I started finding more and more ways to enjoy them. Having friends that made the days more bearable, I started to really appreciate having them around. There were still things I couldn’t really get behind, but for the most part I was starting to become more intrigued with the idea.

But the biggest reason I felt more interested definitely wasn’t because of the best thing to ever happen to my life.

Living in a constant stream of happiness wasn’t something I was used to. Growing up alone and having to do a lot of tough shit on my own, it was a feeling that I had to get used to. And I never used to believe in fate, but it was hard for me not to look back and see just what it brought me. How everything just seemed to finally fall together, and I didn’t want to take a single day for granted.

I was more forgiving, and I was more understanding, and I was happier. I grew more sentimental, and I was definitely more involved with special occasions and holidays. There was just more reason to take a second to appreciate those kinds of days. Having friends that wanted me to get involved, and wanting to cherish every single moment with the absolute love of my goddamn life.

In the beginning, Giran and I both agreed that the holidays weren’t really our thing. He never really gave two shits and neither did I, but I started to notice things changed the longer we were together. We still didn’t care all that much, but he started to notice how I was with my friends about the whole thing. I started talking about having christmas parties with the league, and Say insisting on decorating the hideout.

It sounded silly at first, but I really did find a reason to enjoy it all. Not that I needed to, of course, because everyone is different. But I just found that it made me happy. Just being apart of something that I couldn't find a reason to. I made happier memories to erase the ugly ones, and that was what mattered to me the most.

Which is why our home was slowly becoming like everyone else’s around this time. Slowly and in our own little ways (mainly lots of black and purple) but it was happening. And it honestly made me feel a lot better than I thought. But it probably was just me being happier than I ever thought I could be.

There’s just something about right now that makes it feel more… special. It’s probably just the haze of the anniversary just a few months ago, and honestly I haven’t really gotten over it. But I really don’t want to. It’s an amazing feeling to be this happy and this in love. Something about all of that puts a new perspective on things. A haze of color that I never really saw before. It makes me sound incredibly cheesy, but I wasn’t really going to complain.

I was coming home from a friend date with Say, hot coffee in my hand and a comfortable scarf around my neck. The two of us mainly just sat around and talked about our days, her telling me about her fun night last night. We had set up plans to go out together in the next couple of weeks, once all the holiday shit calmed down. It was my birthday in a couple weeks, after all.

That was going to be a fun night. Already had half the league planning on doing something crazy, which knowing them it probably was going to be. I pulled out my phone just as I unlocked the front door, getting tons of notifications from this goddamn group chat. It was Twice’s idea, and honestly I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Between Say’s flirting and Dabi’s inane random fucking memes to every goddamn response, it was just a jumbled mess. But it did get a laugh or two out of me throughout the day.

I loved these mother fuckers. Don’t tell them that enough, but I fucking do.

My keys clattered in the bowl near the front door as I kicked off my boots, taking a sip of my coffee and letting my fingers untangle my hair. “Hey babe, I’m home!” I called out, setting down my coffee on the side table and throwing my bag onto the couch. Either it was the coffee or just the good day I was having, but there was a sway to my step that I definitely noticed.

“There’s my girl,” Giran said, appearing from the hallway, “Have a good time?”

“Mmhm. Stopped for coffee on the way home, but I didn’t think you were home yet.”

I leaned up to kiss him softly, feeling his arms wrapping around my waist.

“That’s fine, Princess. Just glad yah had fun.”

Nodding my head, I nuzzled my nose against his like I always do when I’m feeling his happy. Good thing he deals with my random nuzzles and headbuts, because everyone in the past used to think it was really weird. But he just chuckles and ruffles my hair, thinking it’s the cutest thing. All it is to me is my way of showing affection.

Feeling safe and comfortable enough to do this is a milestone for me. I’ve never really felt like I was truly able to be myself in all my weird quirks until he came along. He made me the happiest person in the world, and it never seems to end.

Pulling back a little, I tilted my head and noticed that he was dressed a little nicer than usual. I lifted my brows, letting my hands rest against his chest. “You look nice. Got plans later I don’t know about?” I asked with a teasing smile on my lips. A part of me figured he actually did but it was just business shit. That was pretty common, and it wouldn’t have really bothered me.

His thumb brushed my cheek, causing them to redden a bit just by the way he was looking at me. Never does get old that fucking look in his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, we do-”

“We? Since when?”

I laughed a little, before I realized that he was actually serious. There wasn’t any plans from what I remember, but he could have said something a couple days ago. Either way I was definitely a little skeptical. But then I remembered this is Giran, my husband, king of surprises.

“Heart about a little party nearby and figured we would go for a bit.”

“What kind of fuckin’ party? This that fuckin’ Christmas party Say was talking about the other day?”

He didn’t even have to nod for me to understand. It was hard to imagine that he would want to go to something like this unless there was some kind of business in for him. That’s technically why we go to anything of the sort, but something told me that this wasn’t exactly the case. He was enjoying my reaction too by the look on his face, not entirely a smirk but humorous enough.

“Okay, but why?” I asked.

“Just ‘cause. Do I need a reason to take out my gorgeous wife?”

Swallowing, I tried to completely ignore the way my body reacted to that comment and gave a little teasing roll of my eyes.

“I mean-- no… but it’s just kind of out of the blue. That’s not really our thing, anyway.”

“You were saying that you wanted to change things up a little bit.”

“Yeah, but like-- I meant maybe a party with friends or like fucking decorating the house. Besides, you look a little too dressed up for some like random thing either. And I swear to god if there’s dancing involved.”

Giran started chuckling at my little tirade, pulling me back against him with his hands settling on my lower back. I huffed a sigh, unable to resist the way that he held me close and the strong smell of his cologne.

“There might be-”

“God damn it, Baby.”

Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked up at him and heaved another sigh. He really does push me out of my comfort zone, and I thank him for that a lot. There’s no way that I would experience half the shit that I have without him here to help me. And it would definitely be nice to get out of the house with him.

I grasped at the collar of his shirt and tugged on it a bit, feeling him kiss my forehead softly.

“Alright, I’ll go. But only if there’s gonna be food.”

“They’ll be food, I promise. All the food yah want.”

“Mmm… good… I’m starving.”

He kissed my forehead one last time, shifting a strand of hair from my face.

This was definitely something he would owe me later on. Especially making me get all dressed up and shit, which I knew judging by his outfit I was going to have to do. But I knew that us showing up was going to liven this party up a bit. We have known at times to shake things up considering we’re not exactly the conventional couple.

But I definitely liked crashing a few parties.

“Now, go get dressed, sexy. Got a dress waiting for yah.”

“Of course you do.”

“Only the best for my princess.”

I giggled, pressing my palm to his cheek just as I trotted past him towards the bedroom.

Giran was way too fucking good to me, and I definitely still didn’t feel like I deserved him. But he’s what made the holidays fun for me. I definitely couldn’t have seen myself a couple years ago enjoying these kinds of things, but the right people can definitely change you for the better. And I can just feel how different things can be when I have someone who really loves and supports me by my side.

#self insert #self ship #ship: you drive me crazy (and I hate it)#my writing #fic #fluff #i know its short and like a small thing but! like i said its different for them!#but i love how the relationship has developed!! its so great!!#aowefjao;wiejfaoiewf #i love him sm

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wheresmaldo865 · 5 years

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DabiXReader Coraline AuPart 4

CFiiiinnnnnallly I have found the time to finish and edit this. And not worry the next part shall come soon since we finally got into some action in this chapter. I wasn’t able to edit about the last part of this due some guest I currently have with some expressive voices. Anyway, enjoy and let me know if I need to take another look at this for editing purposes!

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Word Count: 3380 (Its a long one)

Chapter 4: Alarms

So, here she was. Sitting at a beautifully put together dinner. Roasted chick, corn, peas and many of her personal favorites. The table decorated exactly to her liking and her tastes. Which was a bit unsettling in this case.

There was also the fact, Dabi sitting tied to his chair across from (Y/n). Smiling smugly as if he had been somehow been invited generously to this ‘dinner party.’ There were many, many red flags to this bizzare situation. Yet, everything seemed fine. Yes. Everything was fine. It was just another night at the Aziawa household.

Hizashi stood to serve her himself. He stacked the plate high of all of her favorite things. He returned her plate, dancing, lightly on top of his toes. Causing a little laugh to escape from (Y/n).

The food below her nose smelt so wonderful (Y/n) mouth began to water. Nearly escaping her lips. Hizashi chuckled. Ruffling the hair on her head… exactly as her real father.

“Hungry, aren’t you? Well, go on, eat.”

She nodded her head. Happily heeding Hizashi’s gentle command. She took a spoon full of everything and shoved as much of it as she could into her mouth.

Dabi starred at the plate in front of him. Even if his hands weren’t currently tied. Something about the food was unappetizing to him. He wouldn’t allow himself a single bite.

After (Y/n) was content with the food she had eaten. Hizashi whisked away the messy plate. Replacing it with a colorful cake just the way she had had for her birthday. Aziawa had made it himself.

Her eyes caught the colored icing on top of the cake. They spelt the words, ‘Welcome home.’. Reading them to herself rang an alarm in her chest. She remembered… this wasn’t the house she had moved into… these weren’t her parents. They were not her father’s

(Y/n) became concerned. The peaceful sensation about her painfully vanished and a new found set of panic set itself onto her shoulders.

“Home…?” The statement came out as more of a question then anything. She lifted her eyes to meet Aziawa’s and Hizashi’s glossy buttoned eyes again. She almost wanted to believe there was nothing wrong with them. She could reside her with them and be happy. Even still, there was something nagging at the back of her mind for her to run.

“We’ve been waiting for you, (Y/n)” Aziawa spoke, a loving smile formed on his mouth. Hizashi came around behind him and wrapped affectionate arms around his neck, smiling, nodding. Agreeing with Aziawa’s statement.

“Waiting? For me?”

They nodded together. The stare in their black eyes were beginning to become creepy. “I didn’t know I had other parents.”

“Of course you do, everyone does.” (Y/n) paused. She couldn’t think of a sentence to counter with. It didn’t make any sense for everyone to have ‘other parents. It was the first time she had heard of such a notion.

“Oh, after your finished I was thinking maybe we could go out on patrol.”

Okay, now this was getting out of hand. Aziawa never, ever let (Y/n) go out on one of his patrols. It didn’t matter how high ranked she was in all of her studies. He deemed them too dangerous and would never forgive himself if something happened to his daughter on his watch. They’d spent long years arguing over the matter until she stopped trying to convince him all together.

For him to offer it himself meant this had to be a dream. Or she had to admit she was in greater danger then she thought. And the real Aziawa and Hizashi were nowhere to be seen.

The drumming of Aziawa’s fingers across the table sent cold shivers down her spine. It was then she had decided she had enough. It was time to wake up.

‘Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (Y/n)!’ No matter how hard she wished in this moment for her to wake her presence remained in this world. The realization was sinking deeper into her heart. Causing it to race against her chest.

“Kid looks kinda tired. The games can wait later, think she needs some sleep.”

Aziawa looked back at Dabi. She could have almost swear there was a glare in his big buttoned eyes. Even if there was it was quickly replaced by his signature smile. “Of course. After all, the best of hero’s must get their proper sleep.” He said while turning his attention back to (Y/n).

“It’s all made up for you. Come along.”

Before (Y/n) could even say two words on the matter. She was sent away by Aziawa and Hizashi. Leaving behind Dabi to fend for himself while they were away.

They traveled up the stairs leading to the upper rooms where they had their separate rooms. Hers… and theirs.

They ushered her to her room. Or the dream version of her room.

The walls were painted in her favorite color. There were toys and knickknacks lined perfectly on the book case. Ones she had treasured once as a child. The toys cheered and called out her name, excited to see her. As if this was all a normal bed time routine they had done every night.

Reluctantly, (Y/n) carefully climbed into the neatly made bed. While Aziawa assisted in tucking her into the covers.

Now it seemed her brain would decide to wake herself up from her strange dream. She had only been in the bed for a minute when her thoughts became lost in a thick fog. Her eyes slowly shut themselves closed. Welcoming the peaceful darkness to flood the rest of her sense. Before (Y/n) vanished completely from the dream. She heard the soft voice of Aziawa and Hizashi…

“See you soon.”

(Y/n) lungs took a sharp breath in. Her upper torso shot up out of her warm blankets. Her eyes wide open and frantically searching about her room.

They were normal… The gray cracked foundation had been the structure she had originally found the day before. She hadn’t been super happy about it, but she had figured she wouldn’t have been spending much time in the room anyway.

Right now, however, she had never been so relieved to see them. Untouched and unharmed.

Her attention turned to the rustling going on downstairs. Her fathers were awake and preparing for the day to officially began. If she didn’t get up now, she’d imagine Aziawa would send Hizashi to come wake her up soon.

She had gotten up and made it all the way to the stairs, still dressed in her pajama’s when her feet stopped stone cold. He memories of her dreams came rushing back. The disturbing buttoned eyes plastered to her father’s faces. The image rippled a shake to erupt throughout her body.

Thank goodness it had only been a dream.

She shook the cold sweat out of her hair. (Y/n) then proceeded to head down the stairs and into the kitchen. Where her fathers were pleasantly seated at the table, having their morning coffee. With their normal eyes.

“Morning pumpkin! I was just about to go wake you. Come sit down!”

She did as he asked. For a while she sat there silently. Listening to her father’s usual friendly morning banter.

“(Y/n), did you sleep okay? Sounded like you were up late last night.”

Aziawa rested his head in one pale hand, sipping coffee from his other hand. (Y/n) froze in her seat. Slowly placing her spoon full of cereal back down into her bowl. Contemplating if she wanted to tell them about the dream.

She decided she would.

It was only a dream after all.

By the time she reached the ending of her story. (Y/n) had both the attention of her parents. Hizashi’s eyes were wide eyed, his mouth slightly opened. Silently wanting to hear more about this strange dream.

“Buttons for eyes, huh?”

She nodded. Aziawa starred down into his coffee cup. Thinking about something. Whatever it was though, he had chosen to keep the thought to himself. He then got up from his seat and decided it was time to go back to work. His job still required, many, many papers for him to sign.

“(Y/n), Why don’t you visit the neighbors down stairs. I’m sure they’d love to hear your story.”

“Miss Midnight and Miss Lady? But Hizashi said they were ding-“

Hizashi shoved his hand over her mouth before she could finish. Aziawa’s head flipped back and shot daggers into Hizashi’s head. Luckily with the volume of his hair, he was able to remain alive from his powerful gaze.

Aziawa grunted then walked away from them.

(Y/n) stepped outside onto the porch once she had finally gotten dressed for the day. She took a whole two steps forward before ramming her foot into something unexpected. A small pile of mail left neatly stacked. Or at least it had been until a moment ago….

She bent over. Gently picking up the packages and read off the name of who it belonged to. “Todoroki…. Todoroki… Todoroki… All for Todoroki.”

The name had sounded familiar to her though she wasn’t entirely sure where she had heard it from. She could almost hear the name said in her ear…

“Whatcha got there?” Aziawa peeked over her shoulder at the small pile in her hands. (Y/n) hadn’t heard him open the door, much less walk over the creaking porch. They weren’t joking when the media had said he was one of the stealthiest pro hero’s around….

“I think our mail got mixed up with someone.”

“Probably” came Aziawa’s short response. He ran one of his gloved thumbs over the name on the envelope. He hummed curiously. “Ah, well this is the owner of the house, she lives just up the road actually.”

“Should we return it?”

“Hmmmm, yay, they probably have our mail. Come on, I’ll go with you.”

(Y/n) smiled. She nodded her head and followed her father to the car. Where she promptly seated herself in the front seat with Aziawa. This may have been something minor to him, but she was excited to go along this jounrye with him. Aziawa had been so busy these last couple of weeks she hardly had spent any time with him… She loved Hizashi with all of her heart… however, she had been aching to spend some time in silence with Aziawa.

“Oh, by the way. I can’t find my scarf in the boxes we have in our room. You haven’t seen it have you.”

“No...” She said, heart racing inside her chest. It had been torn by the… other Aziawa. But it had only been a dream… it had to be in the house some where.

The drive to the mysterious estate was short lived. (Y/n) was still excitement despite the mini panic attack she had. He seemed to have noticed this when he was unbuckling his seatbelt.

“What are you smiling about?” His voice was more teasing then anything. Asmall smile of his own forming on his lips.

“Oh nothing, I’m just happy to finally spend some time with you.” They both popped out of the vehicle and meet again on the back side of the car. Mail tucked tightly underneath (Y/n) arm.

Before she could move forward, Aziawa placed his hand gently on top of her head. His small smile still on his face.

“Sorry, I haven’t been around. I… I didn’t realize you had been missing me.”

(Y/n) hesitated. She hadn’t expected for Aziawa to suddenly open himself up on their landlords drive way. A light heat rose up in her from slight embarrassment.

“It’s okay dad. I know your busy.”

He chuckled at her response. Instead of saying something wise in return, he bent down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. The hairs from his beard tickling her skin. She knew this was Aziawa’s way of saying he loved her.

Finally, it came time to approach the door. Aziawa knocked firmly. They both heard the ruckus following. Some heavy footsteps trailing from above, voices overlapping each other, one angry, another pleading, several arguing. The further it dragged on, the more concerned the pair standing outside became.

Aziawa tried knocking on the door again. Then became startled when it immediately opened.

“Hello Mr. Aziawa, Oh and this must be your daughter. Hello sweety!” A woman appeared before the door way. Speaking softly, barely enough for (Y/n) to hear the words coming out of her mouth.

Aziawa cleared his throat. (Y/n) gave a pleasant smile and a small waved towered the women. She had white hair and clothes to match. Despiter her cheerful welcome. The bags under her eyes told her (Y/n) she hadn’t slept for several days.

“Hello Mrs, Todoroki, we were just stopping by. Seems like our mail must have gotten mixed up.”

“Oh yes, I do remember picking yours’s up today. Come in, Come in. I’ll get it for you.”

Mrs. Todoroki welcomed them inside. She kindly took her mail from (Y/n)’s hand. She then notified them she would be going upstairs to retrieve the mail they had come for.

Once she had disappeared around the corner (Y/n) noticed three another people in the dining room across the way. One with eveningly split red and white hair, had their backs turned to them. A boy and a girl sat next to him, both also with white hair. They gave a simple wave when they had noticed (Y/n) looking at them.

The other chose to ignore (Y/n) and Aziawa’s presence all together.

(Y/n) took to looking around the house. Taking in the small details. Decorations, chose of antiques, pictures framed and scattered about the place. There was one in particular that had caught her attention.

She first recognized the face of Endeavour, currently one of the top hero’s both in the media and on Aziawa’s ‘does not like’ list. On the other side of the frame was Mrs. Todoroki… Or Misses it seemed to be . Between the two of them stood four young looking children. Who (Y/n) assumed to be the children of the house hold. Except one who was promptly missing from the household. There was something eerily off about the last, oldest looking one in the picture. A boy with dark red hair, lazy eyes and a crocked smile. She had seen a smile just like that before…

“

Sorry about the wait. They were so quickly buried underneath everything else.”

“No trouble, thank you for keeping it for us.”

“Of course, come by anytime if there’s anything wrong with the house.”

With those words said. The Aziawa’s left the premises. They went back to the car and for some odd reason (Y/n) mind was drawn back to the dream she had dreamt last night. Another shiver running down her spine.

“Want me to drive you back home?” (Y/n) looked over the other side of the car, where her father stood, waiting for her answer. “No, I think I’ll go take a walk. The house is suffocating.”

“Okay, be safe and don’t come home too late.”

“Okay dad.”

(Y/n) wondered back to the well. She found a large patch of grass to sit down while she sorted through the many, many thoughts spiraling through her head. The dream was still a fresh image in her mind. She often tended to forget the dreams she had. This one… This one didn’t seem to want to leave conscious. When she had awoken that morning, she was… full of the food she had eaten. Her breath had a reminiscent smell of the same things she had consumed.

It was all too strange… She was frightened. What if there was someone trying to trick her? Were they after her or her fathers?

“Hey there hero.”

Ah yes… Dabi had also been there… He couldn’t have actually been there… Could he? Her lengthy pause gave Dabi a curious look about him. He smirked and choose to plot himself down right next to her. She noticed his hand were shoved deep into his jacket pockets.

“How was the dinner last night hmm?”

(Y/n)’s head snapped to look at him. Its as if he had known how to make her darkest horros come true with only a single sentence. It was near infuriating for him to stand their smirking so proudly to himself. Obviously completely aware of what he was doing.

“T-That was a dream.”

“Heh, I hate to break it to you like this hero but, that wasn’t a dream. I was tied to the end of the table watching as you seemed happy to interact with those show freaks.”

(Y/n) stomach dropped to the floor. Her heart stopped dead in her chest. This wasn’t possible… there was now way this could actually be happening.

“How did you get back?”

“Don’t know. Fell asleep while they were tucking in their daughter dearest. By the time I woke up I was back in my own bed.”

(Y/n) suddenly stood and back away from the man. Not only was this person one of the many reasons she had been taken to… goodness knows where. He had also been the reason Aziawa had nearly lashed out on her a few days ago, and there had to be a good reason.

“My dad to stay away from you.”

This made Dabi chuckle. He stood up, pacing slow long strides over to where she stood. With every step he took toward, she dared to take one back. She didn’t like where this was going.

“So, you’re daddy’s little girl after all.”

“I have two dads, of course I am!”

(Y/n) had to lung to one side to avoid the spiraling blue flame coming after her. It was only a matter of second before the entire area was covered in sapphire. The gears in (Y/n) head were turning rapidly. She had to think of something to do so she could get out of this.

“By the way, did you like my little family? We’re they pleasant?”

(Y/n) couldn’t think of what on earth he was talking about. Between him and the growing heat surrounding them, it became suffocating to even take a short breath. Dabi’s hands were set a blaze. Creeping closer and closer to his destination.

“The little house out on the hill.” He said, nearly with a little too much enthusiasm. However, it was enough for the bell to finally ring off in (Y/n)’s head. The Todoroki home she had visited earlier with Aziawa… She also recalled the erire picture of the boy with nearly no scars in the family photo. Smiling… just as he was now.

“Haven’t been there in years myself, really. But, I keep tabs on them. Make sure nobody harasses them.”

Dabi’s hand lunged forward. Aiming for (Y/n)’s throat. Intending to squeeze the life right out of her mouth.

(Y/n) ducked in the last second and darted away from the deranged man. She would be forced to use the extensive limits of her quirk to get herself out of this mess. Even if Aziawa and Hizashi saw the fire right now. It would still take them several minutes to find where it was. And be even more surprised she was there herself.

That would take some explaining.

“Come on hero, hit me back! I dare you.”

And it was exactly what he got. By the time her drew himself close again. (Y/n) used the ability of her quirk to lay a hard blow on Dabi’s cheek. Another in his rib cage and a final kick to put some distance between them.

She hadn’t expected him to keep smiling, even laugh at her antics.

“That’s a good girl. You’re your fathers spiting image. How exciting. I’m starting to like you, hero.”

The flames around them began to disappear. Growing dimmer and dimmer into the hands they had originated from. This was seeming to sound like a game Dabi just enjoyed being in control of.

“Don’t worry.”

Dabi hooked a long finger underneath (Y/n) chin. Suddenly becoming incredibly personal with her. “Will be seeing each other again.”

(Y/n) wasn’t sure if the heat exhaustion or her feelings finally catching up to her. Regardless, the world faded to black and her vision became filled with a sky full of stars.

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ccyans · 6 years

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How would the kids react if rei divorced enji canonically and started dating another guy?

“Uh,” said Shouto, and then rewound the past thirty seconds of conversation back through his head. “I. Uh. Are you sure?”

Next to him on the park bench, his mother beamed.

“Of course! He said he wanted to meet you,” she informed him. She looked splendidly happy, much more than Shouto had seen her in – well, actually, this would explain his mother’s sudden upturn in mood the past month.

Shouto’s icepop was beginning to drip onto his knuckles from the summer heat. He paid it no attention; there was a much more imminent problem currently staring at him in the face.

“He… did,” he said, very slowly.

His mother’s smile was still blinding. Shouto wondered if this was a dream, or maybe a nightmare. “Yes! All of you. I already called Fuyumi, but you know Natsu, it’s his exam week. And your eldest brother…” she paused, and then sighed. “Well, as many of you as I can manage, anyway.”

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“That’s,” said Shouto. He stopped.

His brain felt, at the current moment, completely blank.

“Yes sweetie?”

Shouto stared at her, all of her, the way she was dressed in a powder blue blouse and a sequined skirt, the sunflower in her cheerful straw hat, the way she was smiling right now, all the worries wiped away. It’d only been a year since those divorce papers had been signed, between her and Endeavor, the separation finally officialized, since his mother had been allowed free from the hospital. It was so little time.

And now there was a…

“Are you,” he hesitated. “Are you sure?”

His mother blinked at him. Once, twice. Then her face softened, the smile in her expression curving into knowing. “Oh sweetie,” she said. Her touch refroze the icepop trying to melt over his fingers. “It’ll be okay, he’s a good man.” She squeezed his hand gently.“ You’ll love him.”

After a moment, Shouto said, “… Yes.”

This was followed by the thought, we’ll see.

“She has. She has a boyfriend,” said Shouto, voicing the elephant now in his life. He looked at his hands. And then he looked to Fuyumi, whom he knew was much better at situations concerning social delicacy, and… romance. Because it was now a prevalent subject. “When? How.”

Fuyumi who grading 2nd grade math papers, said with extreme nonchalance: “You mean mom? Yeah.”

Shouto stared at her. Her pen stalled.

“… You didn’t realize?”

“She told me this morning,” said Shouto dully.

“Didn’t she tell you she was going to La Champagne for dinner two weeks ago?”

Shouto paused, felt the realization kick in. “That was – I thought that was with Natsu.”

“She was wearing a Lafayette dress,” said Fuyumi. “And she spent an hour putting her hair up. You were there. You helped her with those braids. She asked you whether you thought it was nice.”

“It was nice,” said Shouto, and Fuyumi gave him an exasperated look.

“She’s been asking you about her bracelet and makeup choices for the past two months. She hasn’t touched even lipstick for five years before that! ”

That was… he thought back. Rewound nearly every single exchange he’d had with his mother for the last two… Ah.

Ahhhhh.

“He… wants to meet us,” he said, finally.

“Yeah.”

Shouto looked at her, and then, very grimly, said: “so, what do we do.”

“What we do is get a background check,” declared Natsu, half an hour later on speaker phone. He sounded about the same as Shouto felt, which was to say, somewhat disturbed but grimly determined. “I have a friend in the station, but she’s only on archives so it might take a while.” He paused. “Hey Sho – “

“No,” said Fuyumi.

Shouto was already going through his list of police contacts. They were not as extensive as he had hoped, which was an oversight on his part.

“No,” Fuyumi repeated, with emphasis.

“Sis,” said Natsu.

“He’s perfectly nice and law abiding. No.”

“You don’t know that.”

Fuyumi’s sigh was audible. She rubbed her temple with her thumb and forefinger. “His name is Tanaka Hansuke,” she said. “He’s forty three, so four years younger than mom. They met at her therapy sessions – his dog is a registered therapy animal. He’s a dentist. The most law-edging thing in his file is maybe tax evasion. He donates to charity and helps out disabled children in his free time. Perfectly nice.”

There was a pause.

“Sis… Did you already do a background check?”

“No,” said Fuyumi, and then admitted. “But dad did.”

Shouto stared at her. Over the phone connection, there was silence.

“What,” Shouto said.

“What,” Natsu echoed.

Fuyumi shrugged, and then bent to fish something out of her desk. “I think he’s… trying. In his own way. He handed the file off to me.” She sighed. “I’m guessing you want to see it?”

“Please,” said Shouto, eying the white vanilla folder Fuyumi was fingering.

The connection crackled. “Okay,” said Natsu slowly. “Okay that’s… something. Good? I don’t know. That’s… you know, our old man wouldn’t show up in any police-sanctioned background check.”

“He’s a dentist,” said Fuyumi, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Exactly.”

They were at the point where Fuyumi was beginning to take deep breaths. Her eye roll was audible. “Oh my god Natsu. Look. Just. I’ve got it covered. No weird background checks.” She stared into the receiver. The receiver, lacking eyes, did not stare back, but perhaps beyond the link Natsu was doing the same and Shouto’s siblings were engaging in a special telepathic contest of wills. In the end, the receiver bowed and shuddered with Natsu’s grudging sigh.

“Fine. Okay. You do you. But what are we gonna do about the shovel talk.”

“What did I just say.”

“The shovel talk. Not the background check.”

“You do realize mom really really likes this guy right.”

“That’s my point sis. Sho, you with me?”

Shouto’s knowledge of shovel talks came from two episodes of a television show he’d watched in training camp and the romance novels Yaoyorozu pretended she didn’t read. He hoped it was adequate. On the other hand, Natsu was there for backup, so it was probably be adequate. Either way he would do his best. “Yes.”

“Great,” said Natsu.

“No, and no.” emphasized Fuyumi, toned aggrieved. “No. There’s already – look. Once he’s done, I think the message will already be communicated. And as long as Tanaka doesn’t go mysteriously missing we’re all clear. If he does go missing I… guess we’re still clear,” she paused. “Hopefully he doesn’t go mysteriously missing.”

Shouto squinted.

“…What?” asked Natsu.

It was near eleven in the evening when Tanaka Hansuke arrived home. In the sky the moon was full; street lamps spilled dark shadows onto the roads. Normally, Tanaka didn’t work this late, but this month his determination to make a good impression went hand in hand with several expensive restaurant tours. He parked his car in the driveway, unlocked his front door, clicked on the lights and bent to take off his shoes.

“Hey,” came a soft, rasping voice.

The alarm bells were barely beginning to ring in Tanaka’s head before he looked up.

And froze.

A man was sitting on top of Tanaka’s kitchen counter, casual as you please. Black coat, shoes on, one arm propped against the faucet. He smiled. It was a lazy smile, but not a kindly one. Tanaka recognized that smile from the news channel. It was a smile that pulled on the man’s stitches, stretching scarred purple skin under a fringe of dark hair. Tanaka recognized those stitches, and those scars, and that face.

There was a nationally wanted villain in his kitchen. A nationally wanted, serial killer of a villain.

What even.

Tanaka ‘s heart rate ricocheted. His hands inched for his phone. Call the police, call the heroes –

And a ball of blue fire flicked past his cheek to splutter against the door.

“None of that,” drawled the villain Dabi, sitting on Tanaka’s kitchen counter. “So you and me? We gotta talk.”

AN: Fuyumi already has everything sorted lmao. Natsu and Shouto are…. late. Tanaka Hansuke, on the other hand, being perfectly law biding and respectable, gets off his conversation with Dabi badly startled and badly confused but in one piece, which is good because Rei is very excited for her date.

#cyan ficstuff #bnha #mha #todoroki shouto #todoroki natsuo #dabi #dabi is a todoroki #How to vet mom's new boyfriend 101 #prompt fill #ask #anonymous #todoroki rei #todoroki fuyumi #bnha fanfiction

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The Yuuei Dorm Laws

AN: Well, I did it for Fairy Tail… might as well do it for BNHA! Rules fic~ I wasn't going to post this at all, honestly – this is a joke thing I did for myself a while ago, but with all the angst I've been posting lately… might as well do something funny. I don't know if I can pull off a chatfic, so here's this instead. Anyhow, lemme know if you want me to continue this or whatever. Kitty out.

Title: The Yuuei Dorm Laws

Summary: The Heroics Department has moved into the Yuuei dorm rooms, and Principal Nedzu realizes that some rules should probably be put in place – for the teachers, the students, and anyone else who happens to get involved.

Warnings: General nonsense, reason being abandoned for the sake of humor, and Kacchan's potty mouth

Pairings: Everyone/everyone else (it's a list fic and I'm writing it – what the hell were you expecting?)

Aizawa Shouta – As a teacher, you should endeavor to act as a role model for your students. Showing up to class with a sleeping bag and a hangover, saying "today we're learning about spontaneous silence – anyone who talks in the next four hours fails," and falling asleep is not acting as a role model.

All For One – Stop persuading your guards to commit tiny acts of vandalism on school grounds. The government isn't going to let you go just because "the police force is corrupt".

Amajiki Tamaki – Asui is not going to eat you. Frogs do not eat people (or octopi or even clams, to the best of my knowledge). Please come out of the basement.

Aoyama Yuuga – Stop throwing glitter at people.

Ashido Mina – I don't care what Kaminari said. Do not cover his bed sheets – or anyone else's – in acid ever again.

Asui Tsuyu – If you see a student with compact eyes and antennae, you are not to beginning following them and whispering "frog food" at random intervals. Please apologize to the seven students that have locked themselves in the basement and convince them to come out.

Awase Yousetsu – "Killing two birds with one stone" is a figure of speech, not a challenge. Stop throwing rocks at Tokoyami.

Awata Kaoruko – Enough with the "fucking bubbles" meme. We get it.

Bakugou Katsuki – "Fuck the police" is not an excuse for setting off firecrackers in Iida's room, even if you do think he was policing you. This applies even if he is dressed as a police officer.

Bakugou Mitsuki – If your son asks you for a rather specific outfit, get context. If the words "dare", "evidence", or "Monoma Neito" are part of that context, please do not give your son that outfit. This applies even if "Monoma" is replaced with "that copy-cat bastard" or a similar insult.

Bakugou Masaru – You cannot adopt your son's friend group, no matter how happy you are that said group exists.

Bondo Kojirou – Cementoss is not trying to usurp you. That doesn't even make sense.

Bubaigawara Jin – Stop asking the students to help you become Deadpool. You are not, and should not ever be, Deadpool.

Chatora Yawara – You may not "forget" to apprehend a villain because the person she is attacking misgendered her. Arrest the villain and then scold the civilians.

Dabi – Todoroki does not need your help to be a deviant. He is doing just fine on his own. You are not "Super Fire Bros".

Desutegoro – Stop trying to schedule all your meetings on "February 51st".

Ectoplasm – Detentions cannot be assigned for an indefinite period of time, no matter how insulted you feel. Honenuki will not be in detention for "the rest of his goddamn life", and he was probably not trying to offend you anyway.

Eri – You were in a bad situation, and a negative reaction is understandable. That said, please stop threatening to castrate people with your horn. How do you even know that word; you're like five.

Fat Gum – The fact that Satou and Yaoyorozu also have food-related Quirks does not mean you need to mentor them. Two students are enough.

Fourth Kind – "Having a katana" and "having the right to threaten people with a katana" are not synonymous.

Fukidashi Manga – Your Quirk does not give you the ability to "see beyond the fourth wall". Stop trying to convince people that we are all trapped within a shounen series. That is ridiculous.

Gran Torino – "Kick 'em in the dick", while an effective battle strategy, is not appropriate advice to give to children.

Gunhead – Stop trying to set Uraraka up with Midoriya. You're probably right, but they have bigger things to worry about.

Hadou Nejire – Stop asking villains questions. You're supposed to be arresting them, not sharing good places to get shoes.

Hagakure Tooru – Bakugou's inability to hear what you're saying is not going to stop him from punching you for talking about him behind his back. He'll find out, you'll get punched, and no one will feel sorry for you. If you absolutely must insult him, either learn sign language or get a translator and do it to his face.

Hakamata Tsunagu – Not everyone is comfortable in denim. Deal with it.

Hatsume Mei – "It seemed like a good idea at the time" is not only a terrible excuse in general, but also a completely invalid one that does not explain the giant robotic velociraptor currently patrolling the school grounds.

Hikiishi Kenji – Killing people for misgendering you is illegal. Please find other ways to express your displeasure.

Honenuki Juuzou – Do not challenge Ectoplasm to a "who can scare the most children with only their face" contest. I don't care that you think it's a compliment; you're hurting his feelings.

Iguchi Shuuichi – Hoshigaki Kisame has not challenged you to a sword fight. Hoshigaki Kisame is not a real person; he is a fictional character, and you know this.

Iida Tensei – Your little brother has a lot of respect for you. Stop abusing that respect by suggesting he do ridiculous things. He will.

Iida Tenya – Please do not dress up as a police officer when inspecting your classmates' rooms. You are only asking for trouble. I don't care what your brother said.

Inui Ryou – Do not tell students to mark their territory. The janitor would like you to know that anything that gets urinated on is your responsibility.

Ishiyama Ken – If Bondo declares you his "eternal rival", you are to ignore him, not encourage his behavior. Insanity does not "build character".

Jirou Kyouka – Do not start playing the One Punch Man theme song whenever Midoriya is about to punch something. This holds true for All Might too, as well as anyone else who tends to punch things in an over-dramatic manner.

Kaibara Sen – Having a name similar to that of a fictional character does not make you that fictional character. Stop challenging people to Duel Monsters.

Kamakiri Togaru – Collecting insects is a perfectly reasonable hobby. Using them to terrifying other students is not. Please apologize to Kouda so we can take the anteater back to the zoo and you can come down from the tree.

Kamihara Shinya – Bakugou does not need to be followed 24/7. Surely the No. 5 hero has better things to do.

Kaminari Denki – This school does not need an electric fence. You are not permitted to skip class in order to act as one.

Kan Sekijirou – Please stop encouraging your students to try and one-up Eraserhead's class. This will not end well.

Kayama Nemuri – Do not put smoke bombs in the teachers' lounge ever again. I can and will start making you wear normal clothing if this behavior continues.

Kendou Itsuka – You are not Lady Flyswatter, Queen of the Bitch-Smack. So stop bitch-smacking your classmates.

Kirishima Eijirou – If someone asks you to pass the salt, they are asking you to hand them the white crystalline substance used for seasoning. They are not asking you to pick up and throw Bakugou at them. Please desist.

Kodai Yui – Stop trying to scare Bakugou and Todoroki. I cannot promise you will continue to emerge unscathed.

Komori Kinoko – You are not required to provide "magic mushrooms" to anyone who asks or doesn't ask. In fact, you are actively discouraged from doing so.

Kouda Kouji – You are not allowed to "do favors" for animals in the zoo. I don't care how badly that polar bear claims to need a cup of coffee, he can't have one.

Kurogiri – While I am personally unsure of the League of Villains' hierarchy, you seem to be the most mature. If there is anything to do to stop your cohorts from playing mildly annoying but otherwise harmless pranks, please do it.

Kuroiro Shihai – "It's because I'm black, isn't it" jokes are not appropriate coming from a fully Japanese person; even if you are technically black in color, you do not have African heritage. Stop before you offend someone.

Lock Rock – Tsunotori and Rin do not need you to adopt them, regardless of whatever Fat Gum told you. That said, if you have any pointers on avoiding xenophobia, I'm sure they'd be delighted to hear them.

Maijima Higari – Tell Hatsume to get rid of that raptor. Or at least make her do something useful with it.

Midoriya Inko – No, you cannot adopt your son's class. Yes, this applies even if they have all called you "Mom" at some point. You also cannot adopt the teachers or the villains. I don't know why I have to tell you this, but apparently it needs telling.

Midoriya Izuku – The fact that anyone with a sex drive seems to be attracted to you does not mean that you had a secret Quirk all along. Said Quirk is not "The Love Bug", and you will stop insisting otherwise.

Mineta Minoru – "Stuff a sock in it" is a figure of speech. You are not expected to eat socks, nor are you expected to carry around socks so you can try and force other people to do eat socks.

Mizushima Masaki – "Don't stop believin'" is not your official theme song. You're from Toyama Prefecture; I doubt you've ever even been to Michigan, much less south Detroit.

Monoma Neito – While Bakugou probably will do pretty much anything if you so much as hint that he's incapable of it, I feel like I should remind you that such a situation may not turn out in your favor, though one would hope you figured that out on your own when you (and everyone else in the vicinity) learned that not only does he see nothing wrong with clothing generally associated with women, he looks damn good in a tutu. And he knows it. Lording this over his head will only get him to dress in drag again. I have to ask you to avoid provoking him, if only because several students who thought they were aware of their orientation are suddenly reconsidering (which is, of course, absolutely fine, but probably shouldn't be happening at school).

Nishiya Shinji – You are not the Lorax. You do not speak for the trees.

No. 13 – You are not legally obligated to begin back-up requests with "Housten, we have a problem", and you will stop telling people otherwise.

Ojiro Mashirao – You chose the hero name "Tail Man". Now you're going to have to live with the consequences.

Overhaul – Todoroki Shouto has publically declared you to be the worst father of all time. Take a moment to think about that.

Rappa – Stop trying to fight Kirishima. I don't care how "badass" you think he is. He has homework to do. You can't fight any of the other students either.

Rin Hiryuu – If you are actually being bullied because of your ethnicity, please tell an authority figure (me, the principal). Stop trying to guilt-trip people into giving you food.

Ryuukyuu – Stop telling people that the Dragon Balls are real. They aren't, and you can't grant wishes.

Sakamata Kuugo – Do not try to convince students to "rebel against the tyranny of Sea World". You are not being as subtle as you think you are.

Sako Atsuhiro – If you absolutely must ask Shigaraki to give you "a hand", do not do so on school grounds. You can and will be arrested, no matter how funny the students seem to think you are.

Satou Rikidou – If a villain breaks into the school, alert the proper authorities. Do not bake them a cake in exchange for them leaving. Even if it works, you're just encouraging them to come back again later.

Selkie – "Captain" is not part of your hero name. You do not have the right to arrest people for not calling you that, especially if you are not on your boat at the time.

Sero Hanta – I understand that boys your age like to roughhouse. That is perfectly fine. I only ask that you not use your elbows, as you could do some serious damage.

Shigaraki Tomura – Please stop breaking into the school and taping up crudely drawn pictures of tap-dancing monkeys with socks mooning the viewers. While your creativity is certainly nothing to scoff at, this is inappropriate behavior. Also, you're a criminal, so you shouldn't be here unless someone arrested you. No, you cannot demand fuzzy pink handcuffs, even if Yaoyorozu is happy to oblige.

Shinsou Hitoshi – Stop kidnapping Aizawa's cats. I do not want our teachers sending death threats to students; it's bad for publicity.

Shiozaki Ibara – Smacking someone with a Bible is not an appropriate method of combat, no matter how much you think they "need Jesus".

Shishida Juurouta – Unless you can turn into a prince at will, you are not "the perfect candidate for a new Beauty and the Beast movie" and you will stop insisting otherwise.

Shiretoko Tomoko – I understand that the loss of your Quirk has upset you. However, breaking into All For One's prison cell to demand he give it back is not only very dangerous but also very illegal. I advise against it.

Shouda Nirengeki – I understand that Shinsou's actions in the Sports Festival made you feel uncomfortable. I do not understand why you think the appropriate "vengeance" is following him around and hitting him with a pool noodle.

Shouji Mezou – Mineta should not be trying to get people to eat socks. You should not be helping him.

Shuuzenji Chiyo – "The little shit had it coming" is not an excuse for refusing to heal a student, even if they did have it coming.

Sirius – Please refrain from lashing out at Harry Potter jokes. You knew exactly what you were getting into when you chose that name.

Sir Nighteye – Plus do not leave your All Might body pillow out in the open. Midoriya doesn't need any more ideas.

Snipe – Your active hours cannot only be "high noon".

Sousaki Shino – While on my campus, you follow my rules. Stop telling the children that anarchy is an option to alumni.

Takeyama Yuu – There is no law stating that you and Ashido have to watch "Monsters vs. Aliens" together. You should not be telling her otherwise.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu – There is nothing you or I can do to stop people from adding a "Tetsu" or two to your name. Learn to live with it.

Todoroki Enji – I have no say in the sort of activities the students partake in after school hours. Thus, should your son wish to gather a bunch of his classmates and egg his own house while you're away, I'm afraid there is little I can do to stop him. What a shame.

Todoroki Fuyumi – While I understand that you are happy that your youngest brother has begun socially connecting with his classmates, I have to ask that you not treat this as though it is his sixth birthday. Please stop showing up carrying pink cupcakes with hearts and smiley faces.

Todoroki Shouto – As amusing as it is to watch you infuriate your father, I must ask you not to break any laws. If you do, I will be able to stop you, and that is not something either of us desires. Full steam ahead (but only legally)!

Toga Himiko – Whether or not your hips are honest is none of my concern. Yours hips, as well as the rest of you, are not allowed on school grounds. Please stop flirting with/trying to stab my students.

Tokage Setsuna – If you are responsible for the creation of Hatsume's velociraptor, then you are also responsible for any damages in causes.

Tokoyami Fumikage – If you stand around dramatically on the roof, people will laugh if/when you fall. They will be justified in doing so.

Toogata Mirio – I understand that you are sick of Tintin jokes. I expect you to understand that Recovery Girl is sick of fixing broken noses.

Tsuburaba Kousei – Stop stalking Todoroki. I don't care if you're only doing it to protect him from the press, stalking is still stalking.

Tsuchikawa Ryuuko – You are thirty-one years old. Do not flirt with teenagers.

Tsunotori Pony – If Monoma tells you how to say something, double check with someone in your class first.

Uraraka Ochako – Please do not try and convince your classmates to refer to All Might as "Dad-sensei". Please also refrain from convincing them to refer to Midoriya Inko as "Mom". Please also stop trying to hook them up.

Yagi Toshinori – Do not encourage your students' delusions of grandeur, whether it's Bakugou claiming to be invincible or Midoriya claiming to be some sort of sex god.

Yamada Hizashi – Stop encouraging Jirou to annoy people with music. Stop helping her annoy people with music.

Yanagi Reiko – I am going to assume that you are the reason several people think the third floor girls' bathroom is haunted. You are not Toire no Hanako-san. Stop it.

Yaoyorozu Momo – I am legally obligated to advise you that providing Todoroki Shouto and his cohorts with eggs is, while not illegal, frowned upon. That said, so long as you can prove that you don't know what they're using them for, there's really nothing anyone can do to stop you from "feeding eggs to your hungry friends". Also, if Shigaraki Tomura appears and informs you that he refuses to be arrested unless it's with fuzzy pink handcuffs, do not feel obligated to provide them.

AN: That's chapter one! I won't be able to post it 'till later, so I'll write something else in the meantime… For those of you who don't know, "Toire no Hanako-san" (or "Ms. Hanako of the Toilet) is a Japanese spirit who was murdered in a bathroom and now haunts them. There are a few interpretations of her, but I'm just referencing her here. Lastly, don't expect this to make any sense. It's solely for shits and giggles. PWP ("puns without plot"), if you will. Anyhow, let me know what you think, and I'll see you next time! Kitty out.

#bnha #bnha fic #bnha crack fic #crack fic #ek3 writes stuff #trans characters #deaf character #list fic #bnha spoilers #literally just nonsense

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