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the-grimm-writer ยท 2 days ago
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Dabi keeping his darling drugged so he can keep them sweet and compliant ๐Ÿฅด
Ahhhhh this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away lmao
Tw: angst, dubcon, oral (fem recieving), drug usage, smoking, dumbification? (kinda), praise, dabi's kinda sweet in like a really fucked up way, fem reader
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A small high only went so far until you started craving more.
It had always calmed you down at first, the scent of marijuana heavy in the room, music playing in the background as Dabi blew smoke into your mouth, laughing whenever the hit was too strong for you and you'd break into a fit of coughs.
"Relax," he breathed smoke into your face the first time he'd gotten it out. "Just take a hit. Don't tell me you're scared of a plant."
At first you hated it. When he first took you, the last thing you wanted was to have a smoke sesh with your captor of all people.ย 
But you started to learn fairly quickly it calmed both of you down. So you started to embrace it, started actually enjoying the high to escape the constant fear you lived in. Your eyes would go red quickly, feeling like your mouth was full of cotton and would laugh at stupid things.
You wouldn't even mind when he pulled you into his lap, kissing and touching and squeezing your body while you just laughed away at random stuff that popped in your head.Dabi was the more calm one. Sometimes you couldn't even tell if he was phased by it. He'd lean back lazily against the couch, joint in his mouth and puff out smoke. If he was in a good mood he liked to show off, blowing out "o" shapes and chuckling when you try to copy and fail.
You couldn't deny how pretty he looked like that in the dim lighting, a cloud of smoke surrounding him.
"Hey babe," Dabi came back to his apartment after a long day of "work" with a grin on his face, taking out a bag of weed and tossing it to you. "Giran finally got the good shit. Said it's some of the strongest around."
You took a glance at it before throwing it onto the table. "I don't want it, Dabi."
"Is this about earlier? You know I don't like coming home and fighting. Why not kiss and make up?"
"That's not what this is about. I'm sick of just sitting here and getting high."
"Oh?" He smiled, walking towards you. "Is this not good enough for you now? You need somethin' stronger?"
"No-"
"That's kinda hot." He cut you off. "Going from a little prude that was scared of getting high to wanting something more.โ€ย 
You frowned.ย โ€œYou never listen, do you?โ€
Dabi grinned, pecking your lips.ย โ€œWear something pretty tomorrow, sweetheart. Iโ€™m taking you out.โ€ย 
Him suddenly telling you he was going to take you out worried you. Heโ€™d kept you inside his little apartment for god knows how long. But you did miss going out, even if it meant you had to do it with him.ย 
The next evening you'd gotten ready. He stayed quiet, which youโ€™d learned with Dabi was never a good sign. He was the silent, deadly type. A wild card. It made your stomach flip, and you couldnโ€™t tell if youโ€™d rather go back to being trapped in the house again or not.ย 
After thirty minutes, Dabi parked before turning to you.ย โ€œThereโ€™s going to be a lot of shady fuckers here.โ€ย 
โ€œLike you?โ€ You chirped in with a snicker.ย 
He rolled his eyes.ย โ€œYes, like me. But if you want some creepy fuck snatching you up by the end of the night then youโ€™ll only talk to someone if I allow it, got it?โ€ย 
You sighed, wondering why heโ€™d put you in such a high risk situation if it was so dangerous, but you couldnโ€™t deny you were drawn in by the loud music and flashing lights.ย 
Never had you been around so many felons and wanted criminals. Dabi had his arm wrapped around your waist, pointing at some of them and telling you their names but you werenโ€™t paying attention.ย 
It wasnโ€™t long until someone pulled Dabi to the side. An older man, with silver hair. He gave you a nod before he led Dabi away.ย 
You looked around. There wasnโ€™t very many people that looked approachable. No matter how much you werenโ€™t thrilled with it, you didnโ€™t want to talk to the wrong person. Because not only would the person get cremated alive, but then Dabi would punish you. And he was always cruel with them, finding new and creative ways to really make you suffer so the lesson was burned into your brain.ย 
Just the thought of it happening sent shivers down your spine, and you shook off the thoughts.ย 
There was one guy alone in the corner by a table. He was around average height, on the thinner side. He looked vaguely familiar so you walked over to him.ย 
He had a disheveled appearance. Messy light blue hair and dry, cracked pale skin. He looked creepy, if you were being honest. Yet somehow he pulled it off.
Shigaraki, you think his name was, looked you up and down, making you shift in discomfort. You remembered Dabi mentioning him when you came in.ย 
โ€œYou a hooker or somethinโ€™?โ€ He asked as he lined the white powder on the table up with a card.ย 
You immediately shook your head.ย โ€œNo.โ€ย 
He stood up.ย โ€œOh. With clothes like that I thought you were. Who are you with?โ€ย 
โ€œDabi. Heโ€™s my...โ€ What were you supposed to say? Boyfriend? A friend of yours? You definitely couldnโ€™t say captor. Heโ€™d just laugh in your face.ย 
โ€œPimp?โ€ He snickered.ย โ€œJoking,โ€ he added when you glared at him.
After a tense moment of silence he motioned to the table.ย โ€œYou gonna have some or what?โ€ย 
You looked at it. It felt like you were in a movie, at the point where the main character was about to hit an all time low. You made eye contact with Dabi and he smirked, motioning for you to do it.ย 
"Nah." You learned back, away from it.ย 
He grabbed you so you were face to face. "You know, everyone in this room is running from something. It's why we're villains. It's why most are willing to try it at least once. I can tell thereโ€™s something youโ€™re hiding, so why not forget it for a while?โ€ He motioned to the table.ย 
Did you have anything to lose? This wasnโ€™t elementary school, a simpleย โ€œnoโ€ andย โ€œstopโ€ wasnโ€™t going to get you anywhere. Besides, you were so tired of fighting.ย 
Finally you gave in, smiling.ย โ€œShow me how itโ€™s done, will you? Donโ€™t be too hard on me, this is my first time doing something like this.โ€ย 
Shigaraki grinned.ย โ€œDonโ€™t worry about a thingย 
Your eyes were dilated, wide and unblinking and looked around like it was a whole new world you were seeing. Shigaraki laughed, but you just ignored it and walked away from him.ย 
You were on the dancefloor, laughing and spinning around with other people. All their faces blurred together yet you didnโ€™t care. You closed your eyes, still feeling the multicolored lights flashing.ย 
Dabi had finished his conversation with Giran, heading straight towards Shigaraki and taking a seat, watching you dance around.ย 
โ€œWhat is she to you?โ€ย ย 
Dabi turned and looked at Shigaraki, a cigarette dangling in his mouth.ย โ€œMine.โ€ย 
Shigaraki hummed at his answer.ย โ€œYouโ€™re playing a dangerous game. Getting her hooked on shit.โ€ย 
He shrugged at his boss.ย โ€œI know what Iโ€™m doing.โ€ย 
Sometimes Dabi felt guilty, dragging you into his world. Before he took you, the life of heroes and villains barely affected you. You were just normal. A plain, average civilian. Yet he was attracted to your life, and the more he watched he couldnโ€™t help but drag you into his.ย ย 
But you fit right in when you were in this state, soothing his doubts.
Dabi knew he was walking a fine line, getting you hooked on the rush. But that wasnโ€™t the only thing he was doing.ย 
All Dabi did in life was hurt people. Hurt random, innocent people. Hurt his family despite a part of him knowing well they were also victims of his father. He even destroyed himself, every single day.ย 
Thatโ€™s not what he wanted with you. He wanted to treat you like glass. The way you deserve to be treated. Like a fragile, beautiful being. It felt like he could only do that when you had your head in the clouds, the only time youโ€™d allow him toย touch you gently. Worship the smooth skin that was such a vibrant contrast against his.
It was beautiful, in a twisted, horrid way. This world you found yourself dragged into. You always thought there was beauty in darkness, and this was no different.ย 
The pleasure, you thought. That was it. That was the beauty in it. The rush, the euphoric rush as the drugs danced inside your system.ย 
Dabi was like a drug. You hated him, just like the drug itself, but you loved the feeling he brought you.ย ย 
You donโ€™t remember when you got back to his house, but youโ€™re laying in his bed, his hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh tight as he gives your slit a testing lick, making you moan out. You were already so wet before he even started, noticing your arousal when heโ€™d rubbed your clothed sex before the both of you left and felt a damp spot in your panties. It almost made him lose what little self control he had.ย 
The sweet noises you let out encouraged him, his rough hands running down your body as he sucked on your clit. He looked up at you, watching you moan and grind up against him, pushing up against his mouth, silently begging for more.ย 
โ€œI - I -โ€ You babbled out as he continued, licking and sucking at your cunt.
โ€œI - I what?โ€ You whined when he pulled away and mocked your tone, leaving you throbbing and desperately needing more, to be sent over that edge you were hanging right over.ย โ€œUse your words, sweetheart, tell me what you want.โ€ย 
โ€œCum,โ€ you whimpered as he started eating you out again, running your hand through his black hair and pulling at it.ย โ€œI need it!โ€ย 
He groaned, and you almost cried as it vibrated against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you.ย 
โ€œKeep begging,โ€ he demanded, his hot breath hitting your bare skin, making tears gather in your eyes.ย 
โ€œPlease!โ€ You cried out, feeling like you would go crazy if you didnโ€™t release soon like you desperately needed to.ย โ€œDabi!โ€ย 
โ€œThere we go, such a good girl,โ€ he cooed.ย โ€œYou know good girls get rewarded.โ€ย 
You squirmed around on the bed, body writhing in pleasure as he hit all your sweet spots, screaming out his name.ย 
You were going to regret this in the morning, if you even remembered it, but for now you relished in the way your tummy tightened, your whole body relaxing as you came on his mouth, your vision turning white as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.ย 
Dabi wanted to fuck you, but he decided you were done for the night, barely able to keep your eyes open.ย 
โ€œI hate you,โ€ you groaned out, falling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. It was painfully intimate, these moments.ย 
He chuckled and it vibrated against you.ย โ€œThatโ€™s fine, as long as that pussy keeps loving me.โ€ย 
It wasnโ€™t long before the attitude died out of you as well. You barely talked on most days, already knowing what was to come. He hadnโ€™t taken you out since the party, or maybe he did, you couldnโ€™t really remember. But you couldnโ€™t bring yourself to care.ย 
You became so pliant, so pretty, so sweet and gentle when you were under the influence. All his. Youโ€™d even give him a kiss on the lips, making sure it felt real and genuine before he gave you what you truly wanted.ย 
And Dabi was damn proud of himself. You were addicted to some hardcore shit but he didnโ€™t allow you to look like you were. He only let you do it once in a while, and he always made sure to feed you and take care of yourself.ย ย 
Heโ€™d never allow you to overdose. No matter how much you begged him for another dose, just a little bit more, heโ€™d refuse.
Unfortunately it got to the point where when you were sober, you didnโ€™t like it. You didnโ€™t know who you were anymore and you couldnโ€™t tell which you hated more. The fact you craved drugs or the fact that your body also craved him.ย 
Drugs were bad but Dabi was the worst of it all. You despised the ground he walked on, yet you couldnโ€™t help but think youโ€™d be lost without him. Without everything he provided you with, without the feeling he gave you.ย 
When he thought he was going too far, or he gave you too much, heโ€™d call the quits for a bit. For you, those times were the worst.ย 
It had been a few days since Dabi decided heโ€™d give your body a break. At least you thought it was a few days, but you couldnโ€™t tell. It couldโ€™ve been weeks, months for all you know.ย 
Your head was pounding, youโ€™d break out into sweats and chills. Youโ€™d yell, scream and cry feeling like you were going to die if you didnโ€™t get your next fix. Dabi just stepped away for a bit, only coming back when you finally gave up and accepted it.ย 
After debating with himself, Dabi decided in giving you what you desired. When he came home, you were on the living room floor, asleep on your stomach. His heart clenched when he flipped you over, pushing away the hair that clung onto your sweaty skin. Your cheeks were dry with tear marks staining them. You wined when he picked you up, slowly waking up.ย 
"Don't fight it," Dabi mumered softly, laying you down on the couch. "You'll feel better in a moment."
You looked up at him sleepily.ย โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ย 
โ€œOpen your mouth,โ€ he demanded.ย 
Some might think he's changing you, trying to break you and twist you into something you weren't. But he wasn't.
Your lips parted and you let him slide a pill into your mouth. You swallowed it and a moan escaped you as the familiar euphoric rush jolted through your body, your eyes dilating.
You needed this. At the end of the day you needed to have the thrill.ย 
And there was nothing Dabi loved more than seeing the soft, lazy smile on your face as he kissed your neck, gently pulling off your clothes and moaning with bliss.ย 
Your head was somewhere lost, your thoughts just a blank, endless void as you just allowed your body to feel.ย 
Then you'd fall asleep so peacefully. No tears, no loud arguments before he wound up knocking you out or threatening to use his quirk until calm down.
Instead, he could just relax and hold you close. He could almost trick himself into thinking that this was normal, that you actually loved him. He'd close his eyes, pretending there was some sense of normalcy in his life, the way yours used to be.
Maybe it could happen one day, then he could be your drug the same way you're his.ย 
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corpsekiller ยท 2 days ago
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โ€ฆ gimme dabi fluff pls ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ i wanna smother my baby in kisses ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ
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Only the best for you, baby. I apologize for the delay, I was busy with classes and it was a struggle to find time to write this, but I hope you enjoy this little piece. love you <3
Pairing: Dabi x fem!reader
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of scars
MASTERLIST
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โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€ The question comes out as a yawn, syllables barely coherent and heavy with sleep as you pull the thin blanket around your exposed shoulders a little tighter to keep yourself warm despite the cold breeze that creeps through the open front door and gnaws at your naked legs. Your eyes are half-closed, barely resisting the pull of fatigue on your lids, your hair is a mess of entangled strands and your lips are curled into a drowsy pout โ€” if you wouldnโ€™t look so adorable heโ€™d almost feel bad for waking you. โ€œYou canโ€™t just show up announced and expect me to be awake in the middle of the night.โ€
The glare you give him earns you a soft chuckle, so breathy and low that it causes your knees to buckle and your cheeks to flush hotly as if you were meeting him for the first time all over again. Though this time, it isnโ€™t in a dark street, one of those dangerous alleys which youโ€™d normally avoid and there certainly isnโ€™t a corpse in sight, burnt to nothing more than ash and bones. No, this time youโ€™re both standing in the familiarity of your home and he isnโ€™t a stranger anymore, heโ€™s your lover.
Still, your head spins at the rare sound of his laugh.
Carefully, you lift a hand to steady yourself against the doorframe before your legs fully give out under the weight of your body, but Dabi reacts much quicker. His hands come to rest on your waist right as you stumble forward, gently pulling you flush against his chest until your face is buried in his torn shirt. You breathe in the scent of cigarettes and the faint trace of deodorant, so undeniably him and it makes your heart pound impossibly faster behind your ribs.
โ€œI'm sorry, doll,โ€ he replies, but thereโ€™s no hint of guilt in his voice. If anything you can nearly hear the stupid grin pulling at the corners of his stapled mouth, the amusement laced in his tone as he speaks. โ€œBut I couldnโ€™t wait to see my girl again. I missed ya.โ€
To emphasize his words, Dabi nuzzles his nose into your hair and gives your hips a tight squeeze. His fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt, teasingly tugging and pushing, gently digging his thumbs into the soft skin of your stomach and finding your most ticklish spots with impressive ease. A giggle slips past your lips and youโ€™re lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his smile when you lift your head to meet his eyes because itโ€™s so tender and so fuckinโ€™ lovestruck and itโ€™s only meant for you.
โ€œI really missed you,โ€ he mutters, reluctant this time.
His demeanor changes slowly, unravels something quiet and tender-hearted behind the swallowing emptiness in his eyes โ€” before you stands a man who wandered through the darkness of the night to see you, to hold you, to hear your voice even if itโ€™s only for a few seconds.
Itโ€™s love, isnโ€™t it?
โ€œDabi,โ€ you mumble, a loving smile brightening your features as you cup his cheeks with both hands and pull him closer to you, unable to hold back any longer. The first kiss meets the edge of his scars and a part of him cries silently when your lips trail over the metallic staples drilled deep into his charred skin, delicately pecking the lines of his abhorrent marks until the warmth and softness of your mouth is the only sensation he can feel. When you finally break apart, his lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen and your chest is heaving, but neither of you takes a second to breathe, already leaning in for another drowning kiss.
Above you, heaven sighs.
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love-the-sin-n-the-sinner ยท 2 days ago
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Dabiโ€™s Pet
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Warnings: Smut, S/D themes, thigh riding, denial, so much praise, dumbification if you squint, Dabi calls you pet, unedited work
Dabi x Gn!reader
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Dabi who pets your hair while the meeting drags on, but digs his nails into your thighs when you start squirming. You try to stay still but the lack of friction is driving you crazy, and you have to bite you lip to keep you from whimpering as the hand on your thigh travels higher and higher. Dabi wonโ€™t look at you but you can him smirking as he knows is effect on you.
Dabi who tells you to be a good little lap cat for him while his hand ghosts over your sex, teasing bouncing his thigh for just a second. All the while he replies to Shigaraki as if he doesnโ€™t feel you soaking through your underwear.
Dabi who makes you cum on his thigh as soon as his meeting is over. Refusing to give you any other stimulation since โ€œclearly you like it so much, petโ€
Dabi who praises you when you cum on his thigh so pretty for him, and then demands you do it again. He enjoys watching you beg for his cock, the outline of it visible through his pants making you drool.
Dabi who finally fucks you properly when you cum for the nth time, because he always gives his pretty little pet what they want in the end <3
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honigmilch ยท 2 days ago
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๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„๐’๐„ ๐–๐€๐‹๐‹๐’.
who are you, really? villains playing house with each other?
my hero academia dabi x villain! reader. | very slight suggestive themes; mentions of violence.
FUNNY, you thought.
The both of you were outlaws. Both of your hands were stained red and slick with blood, but his hands in yours felt like salvation. During night time, you would do what you do best in the dark, usually meetings with the League, but as dawn broke, you and DABI settled into your small apartment, eating peanut butter and sandwich as if your sword hadn't pierced someone dead the night before, as if he hadn't burned a building to ash.
โ€œDo we have milk?โ€ he asked, opening the broken down fridge. The freezer had broke a few weeks prior, and neither of you were really in position to go out and buy a new fridge.
โ€œWe had some left,โ€ you replied, mindlessly browsing through television channels as you lay down on the tattered sofa. There were holes all over with clumps of cushion filling spilling out. Your nails pulled on it, undoubtedly ruining the ruined furniture more. Your feet were propped up on your coffee table, one of its legs were shorter than the other. Dabi had lodged a thick piece of wood under it to keep it level, although you still thought that it leaned one way.
โ€œWhere?โ€ His face glowed with the light from the fridge.
You stood up, approaching his crouched form. You leaned over him, moving a couple of takeout boxes to the side. His eyes lit up when he saw the milk cramped into your fridge.
โ€œI'm gonna throw these away,โ€ you said, picking up the two-day old takeouts and throwing it into the trash โ€” which had gotten quite full, so you tied up the black plastic bag.
He hummed, pouring milk over his cereal. He pulled the hem of your shorts slightly down as you walked past. You didn't even realize your shorts riding up your backside. You yelped when he delivered a gentle slap.
โ€œDabi!โ€
He laughed. It was melodic, really, and you wanted to listen to it everyday. His azure irises lit up with a childlike mischievous glint.
โ€œRemind me to get a new lightbulb, doll,โ€ he said in-between spoonfuls of cereal. โ€œIt's really hard to look at you without the lamp.โ€
He pointed to your ceiling. Your lamp had died two nights before, and it had slipped your mind. You nodded, your eyes flitting to your costume and his coat hanging by the front door. It felt wrong, to soak yourself in such domestic bliss, as if you weren't involved knee-deep in some grand world-ending plan, but it had felt so right, too.
You returned to your spot on the couch, but instead of watching the television, you opted to dive into a stack of comic books under your coffee table. Dabi had gotten them for you last year, but you had only gone through half of them. You never asked how he had gotten them, but you had a pretty rough idea when you brushed out shards of glass from his dark hair.
As Dabi stood by the sink, thinning down the mountains of dirty dishes, you spoke.
โ€œI want to quit.โ€
He froze. For a split second, he thought you wanted to quit this โ€” whatever this was, to quit him, but you were quick to clarify.
โ€œThe League, I mean.โ€
You didn't say anything else, but the implications of it hung in the air. I want you to quit with me.
For a moment, he was silent, washing away as if he hadn't heard you. He put away the last plate, wiping down his hands on his pants, approaching you. Your eyes followed his movements, filled with anticipation.
โ€œYou know I can't,โ€ he said, sitting on the floor, leaning against the coffee table as he reached for your hands. โ€œThere's nothing left for me.โ€
โ€œI can work for us,โ€ you said, your fingers tracing the rough scarred skin on his face, gently ghosting over the staples holding everything together. โ€œWe'll be okay.โ€
โ€œWhat will I do, then?โ€ He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. You leaned toward him, pressing your foreheads together, before capturing his lips with yours. A ghost of a kiss that left him leaning forward to chase your lips when you pulled back.
โ€œI'm no good for anything, doll,โ€ he said, eyes half-closed. โ€I'm only good at ruining things.โ€
โ€œYou're good at taking care of me,โ€ you argued. โ€œGood at making this damned place feel like home.โ€
โ€œIt's a miracle that I haven't fucked it up with you.โ€ He sighed as you tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck.
โ€œYou won't,โ€ you said, falling to sit on the floor with him. The wood floor was cold against your legs.
โ€œYou don't know that.โ€ He grabbed your hand, placing butterfly kisses on your palm and wrist. โ€œIt's alright if you want to quit, but I can't.โ€
He had a lot that he wanted to do with the League, mainly his revenge. He had everything planned out, and although you were never part of his plans, you were a nice surprise. An uncertain element that kept him sane every night.
He pressed his lips on yours. The kiss was sweet and long and passionate and it took your breath away. His hands traced the familiar planes of your body, slipping under clothing, touching you on your most vulnerable places. You sighed, fire burning everywhere as he touched you and you touched him. His breathless moans mixed with your gasps, a dance that you both had practiced so often within the walls of your apartment.
Looking back, it had felt like he was touching and kissing you as if it was the last time.
Because it was.
The sun had set when you woke up. Your clothes were folded into a neat pile on his side of the bed. Everything was neatly placed, in your usually messy apartment. The pile of clothes waiting for laundry in your bedroom was now sitting in your dryer, freshly washed. Your desk filled with various wrappers and knick knacks had been cleaned up. Little figurines that you and Dabi had won from minigames were placed in a row next to your tv. Your shoes were neatly arranged in your mostly unused shoe rack. Every chaotic detail had been placed in order.
His things.
You panicked, sliding your drawers and pulling your wardrobe doors open. His things were missing. You regretted bringing it up. You didn't want to quit if it meant him walking out of your life. He was the reason that you wanted to quit in the first place.
Tears were now blurring your vision as you stormed through the small apartment, haphazardly trying to find any trace of him left. It had been a home for the both of you for the past year, but looking at it now, it felt like every trace of him was removed. The smell of burning wood that was so him had been replaced by the fresh smell of laundry.
โ€œDabi?โ€ you called out, your voice small and quivering. Hearing no reply, you called out again, louder, โ€œDabi!โ€
You cried out his name for who knew how long, tears streaming down your face as you sat on the floor where he had sat with you just that morning. You cried until your voice was hoarse, until your tears dried and all that was left of you was small hiccups and sobs.
It took you a while to notice that the lightbulb of your living room was working. His parting gift.
He was gone.
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melody-ofstars ยท 2 days ago
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~ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š› @eaamon ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐™ณ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š’ ~
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You stood outside the League's hideout when a crumpled ball hit your head making you turn towards the dorection it came from. You saw Toga stading near a window, a smile on her face as she pointed towards the ball. Curiously you picked it up and began reading.
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quitesins ยท 13 hours ago
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Nsfw Dabi thoughtโ€ฆ
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Masterlist
Tags: 16+, Nsfw, Explicit smut, sadism and mentions of being branded like by fire n all, Short little thirst
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Dabi fucks you so youโ€™ll feel it tomorrow. Hard and deep, making sure to leave you aching when heโ€™s done. Like the sting after a workout, its fulfilling. Especially when he catches you wincing as you sit, smirking knowing itโ€™s him that has you wobbling around.
Itโ€™s almost like a way to mark you. Keeping you reminded exactly who fucks you so good your body cant help but latch onto the pain for days, like it cant get enough. Even if you hide the pretty marks he singes into your skin, you canโ€™t deny the hisses you let out as your thighs shift.
And the worst thing is, you fucking love it. Something about the way slight movements bring back flashes of the night before- the kisses, the thrusts, the heavy breaths between the two of you- Itโ€™s hard not to count the minutes till the next time youโ€™ll see himโ€ฆ
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Iโ€™ll eventually post an actual fic and not something that took five minutes to write out and has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, promise!
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plush-rabbit ยท a day ago
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Request: happy birthday!!! I know its weird but as a bday request I would love to have you write the most self indulgent fic for yourself if you feel like it because your fics are always a gift for us and since I cant because I cant write for shit maybe you should write something for yourself? idk its an idea more than a request tbh, but happy bday anyway!!
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A/N: it was my birthday and this took a while to pump out but here itย is!! my thing!! because if i cant enjoy my cake, iโ€™ll write about something!! -
He stares into your eyes, his eyes finally adjusting to the dimness of your room. The fan spins above creating a chill wind that has you clutching the blanket in your fists. His body is splayed beside you, arms and legs tense, and eyes focused on the ceiling where the paint has begun to chip. His head turns towards you before his eyes do, and you give him an odd look- expectant and eager. Thereโ€™s a flex in your jaw, and he hears the little click that it makes. The question hangs in the air.ย 
Your eyes are wide, almost unblinking and owl-like as you try to search his own face for any expressions. The tip of your tongue peeks out, wetting your upper lip and it returns back, hidden inside of your mouth, laying after your teeth. You swallow, and a lump shifts in your throat. You want an answer. Would you be able to tell if heโ€™s lying? Would you even care? Would it just be another thing that you would take- that you would accept because it was just easier that way; because if you questioned it, pried too deep, you might end up hating him. Heโ€™s sure he could lie to you and you wouldnโ€™t think twice about it. Thereโ€™d be a spark in your eyes- content for getting something out of him and a smile would stretch your lips. Youโ€™d nod and kiss the corner of his lips, and it'd be your way of saying thank you to him. Youโ€™d thank him for being honest and he wouldnโ€™t feel guilty about lying to you and stealing that little bit of trust that you gave to him for no particular reason.
Thereโ€™s a siren outside, and itโ€™s you who becomes stiff, whose eyes dart to the window. Thereโ€™s no real reason why you'd be scared of law enforcement- you havenโ€™t done anything to warrant such fear. The only crime you ever committed was when you accidently hit the corner bumper of a car with your own. Itโ€™s like youโ€™re still waiting for the police to come and arrest you, as if you donโ€™t have a murder in your bed who just moments ago had you under him.
You really are odd.ย 
Itโ€™s not as if you donโ€™t know him. Maybe those first few dates where he showed up to your place with nothing more than the coat on his back. His skin would smell of baby wipes and cologne that you confessed had made your throat burn. Even so, heโ€™s made no attempt to hide who he is. Up until just a few months ago, his crimes werenโ€™t something that the public talked about. Sure, there were deaths that were made public, innocent people who smiled at the camera and had a sort of respectable look towards them, but then there were others who went unnoticed. Scoundrels who had a nasty sneer, who didnโ€™t hesitate to say such cruel words, and who had bloody knuckles. People who didnโ€™t get an obituary and were instead, just labeled as missing because it was easier to say that- to look for them and just reason that they ran off.
But you hadnโ€™t seemed to care. You brought him like a stray cat- let the smell of the cologne that burned your throat and made your eyes water linger in your bedsheets and hands that were never quite soft touch at every intimate part of you- the nape of your neck, the pittering of your heart just above your left breast, the swell of your tummy that was full of food.ย 
Something warm touches just above where his purpled scars begin to creep upwards- right at the middle of the skin that still belongs to someone who has long been forgotten. He gives a start and his eyes finally focus where yours are crinkled with worry. โ€œDabi? You still with me?โ€ You ask in a small voice, cooing to him like an injured animal. Youโ€™re still using his name even if you believe that it isnโ€™t his. In the corner of his eye, he sees your hand lift slowly, and it falls between his chest and yours.
Youโ€™re still waiting for an answer. โ€œWhatโ€™s the sudden interest?โ€
You blink once. Twice. And once more, and your eyes casted downwards. The sheet rolls off your body as you turn to lay on your back. His throat is dry. Heโ€™s made you upset. You wonโ€™t tell him, but youโ€™re an open book no matter how mysterious you want to appear. It just isnโ€™t in your nature to hide your feelings.
โ€œI just thought it would be nice to know something more about you.โ€ Your tone is wistful, and your eyes are sad. He wishes he knew what you were thinking. Even if he can read every emotion, he could never read your mind. He can never know if you keep him around because you pity him,ย  or if thereโ€™s actually something there, something so perverse and rotten, that itโ€™ll disgust him if he ever knew the truth. โ€œItโ€™s okay.โ€ It isnโ€™t- you're still not facing him. โ€œNames are sacred and whatever.โ€ Youโ€™re trying so hard to sound poetic and nonchalant that itโ€™s making acid burn the inner soft part of his throat. Your hand scratches at the side of your temple and you donโ€™t look at him.
All you did was ask if his name is Dabi. Thatโ€™s it. Nothing more and nothing less. Itโ€™s just a simple yes or no answer, and while he knows that you would have wanted to hear him talk more, you would have accepted any of his answers no matter how simple.ย 
You donโ€™t care for any of who he was or who he will be.ย 
โ€œDoes it matter if I have any name? I call myself Dabi. Isnโ€™t that enough for you?โ€ It comes out rougher than it should be and his molars grind into each other.
Itโ€™s getting harder and harder to look at you, to ignore that pitiful, melancholic look that you give him, the one where he canโ€™t escape his reflection. โ€œI guess so,โ€ you answer, turning your back towards him. Your left arm curls under your head, acting as a cushion despite the pillows being just a few inches away from the top of your head. Your right arm extends outwards, hand limp and fingers reaching down for the ground.ย 
No. No. No, no.ย 
Youโ€™re not supposed to look away from him. Youโ€™re supposed to be looking up at him- focused and smiling, holding his hand until you fall asleep and you eventually cling to him during the night. Thereโ€™s always something there, irradiant and gleaming like a pearl thatโ€™s been covered in grime and muck. Youโ€™re supposed to look at him when you fall asleep, pity replaced with something that heโ€™ll never have or be able to mimic.ย 
Look at him. Look at him. Look at him.
What do you want from him? His name doesnโ€™t matter. Not in the way that you think it does.ย 
The fan spins on and the light creates soft shadows. You must be eager to avoid him if you donโ€™t want to waste another second awake. His tongue wets his chapped lips, the taste of copper faint. โ€œShould I leave?โ€ He croaks out in shame.ย 
You twist in the bed- your legs still facing the wall, your torso twisted, and head turned to him. โ€œWhat?โ€
He scratches the thin bed sheet with his nails. โ€œDo you want me to leave?โ€
You untwist yourself, lifting yourself until youโ€™re looking down at him, and under your gaze, he feels like heโ€™s being pulled apart, as if youโ€™re seeing something that even he canโ€™t. Your head is cocked to one side, and like before, your eyes are wide, staring down at him, trying to look- to see him. He wonders if heโ€™s as emotionless as he makes himself out to be. Your lips purse together. He isnโ€™t like others- he canโ€™t just ask for affection, canโ€™t even put it into words. Neither can you, but at least you try to do something other than sexual, at least you kiss him before anything else. You feed him and hold his hand and all he can do is wrinkle your shirt and sully your body with the dirt under his nails.
โ€œOf course not,โ€ you say quickly, horrified that he would even suggest something like that. โ€œItโ€™s cold out. Iโ€™m not letting you go out in the cold.โ€
His gaze focuses elsewhere; like a child thatโ€™s been caught doing something naughty and canโ€™t handle the shame and embarrassment. โ€œI can bum somewhere for the night.โ€ The words taste bitter on his tongue and shame burns in his face and simmers in the tips of his ears.
โ€œDabi?โ€ His name has never sounded so sweet.
The blanket has fallen from your chest and lays crumpled on your lap. He is still covered, the shirt that you have bought for him loose on his body, and the rest of his patched skin hidden under the covers. He doesnโ€™t answer you, doesnโ€™t give you a look and a part of him hopes that youโ€™ll tell him to leave and a deeper, starved and child-like part of him wants you to hold him and kiss the top of his head. Under the covers, his nails press into the heel of his hand. The sharp pain is enough to make his head stop spinning.
Thereโ€™s a shuffle beside him, the bed giving off a low creak as you rest once more, this time turning your attention toward him. In his peripheral vision, he can see your hand lift and reach out slowly, and his jaw tightens, but you donโ€™t seem to notice.ย 
Instead, you rest your hand soft on the side of his face. The pads of your fingertips rest just below the half-moons under his eyes, and your palm is nothing more than a phantom that makes his skin prick. You donโ€™t have to give him a gentle nudge to have him face you, he does it all on his own. Eyes half-lidded, wanting to close, to not have to look at you, to not have to see you and see his own reflection, but you call his name in that soft tone, and he stays looking at you despite how much that lingering sense of emptiness is starting to grow and consume him, to stain his being with grime and muck.ย 
โ€œDo you want to leave?โ€ A part of him will always wish that he had never met you- that you got to live your life with someone that wasnโ€™t so rotten and cruel. Heโ€™s many things- and soft will never be one of them, he could never be enough for you and even as he lies in your bed, cradling your hand with his, and shaking his head, he feels ugly at having kissed you. You smile, and your body digs deeper into the bed, the blanket covering just below your chest. โ€œThen youโ€™ll stay here, and in the morning Iโ€™ll make some breakfast for us.โ€
He doesnโ€™t want to leave. Not when itโ€™s cold outside. Not when youโ€™re beside him, keeping his old shirts cleaned because you want to. Because you want him to have something nice.
Outside, he can hear a carโ€™s tires squeal and the sound makes your mouth pull into a thin line. Itโ€™s better if you donโ€™t see him. Not now. Not when he hasnโ€™t even said โ€˜thank youโ€™ for letting him stay the night. He reaches over you, your hand falls to your chest and your touch is burned into him. The light is snuffed out, with beads of amber peeking from between the blinds.ย 
The covers and the mattress donโ€™t feel right under him. The fabric is crumpled, wrinkled and overlapping, the stitched lines of the diamonds are coming undone, tickling him and making his skin feel as if ants are walking on him. In the dark, your figure becomes a dark mass to his eyes, and in turn, he must look like that towards you. He doesn't want to be perceived by you at the moment. Even so, it doesnโ€™t take long for his eyes to begin to adjust. His body betrays him, using whatever little light that peeks through the blinds to make out your shape. He can start to see you, little bits that start to piece together- the bridge of your nose, the way your eyes are still open, and the way the blanket shifts as you do, starting to move closer to him.ย 
Sleeping almost feels wrong. The world has beat on him, torn him apart and left him with a never fading scar, and the act of sleeping has been tarnished. Heโ€™s been denied so much of his life- had years stolen from him and now he pays the price for it. Heโ€™s unable to properly show and control his emotions, often feeling like they're bigger than him- feeling as if theyโ€™d burst out of him, swelling him up like a balloon until heโ€™s being torn at the seams of his skin. Holding your hands under the covers feels like itโ€™s too much- like heโ€™s violating something of yours despite already having done so much more with you. This simple act of him reaching forward makes his stomach twist until he feels as if heโ€™s going to vomit and look ugly.ย 
His hands must feel like sandpaper against yours.ย 
Yet, you still hold his hand, squeezing it back and inching closer to him. You still touch him; you still allow him to touch you. You know whatโ€™s done. You know who he is. What do you gain from him? Even if he had wanted to make this work, he couldnโ€™t. He has blood on his hands that will never become clean. He has blood that seeps out of him like poison, and heโ€™s going to live with it- and he wonโ€™t regret it. He wonโ€™t cry and wish to be forgiven, because it can never be forgiven. His actions can never be washed away no matter how many times you wash his back and kiss his crown. You slept with him, not expecting that he would stay the night, not expecting that he would come back like a stray thatโ€™s been starved and fed once.ย 
Even tonight, you kissed him and called him pretty knowing that there was a monster feasting on your skin and blood. But even you have blood on your hands. You bite into him to muffle your moans, to keep your whimpers and sounds for him, canines into the soft spot between his neck and shoulder, his pulse quickening as you made such perverse sounds for him. You cling so tightly to him- dug your nails into the scars on his back, not caring for a moment if you were hurting him, forgetting that he was stapled together just above you. And he kissed you- sloppy and teeth bumping into each other to let you know that he was fine, because as much as it stung- as painful as it was, it felt so good to know that you didnโ€™t want to let go of him.ย 
He felt every part of you. Touched and memorized the grooves of your skin, every freckle, ever thin, paled scar, every bit of you that giggled when he let his finger ghost over your sides. Your skin has been nipped at with his teeth- sharp enough for you to whine and curse, to hold the swelling wound. He touches and feels you with such a primal need to mark you, to let his canines drag against the soft squish of your skin.
โ€œWhat are you thinking about?โ€ You ask, bringing his hand up to examine it under the darkness.ย 
โ€œBreakfast,โ€ he lies.
โ€œWhat are you in the mood for?โ€ย 
Your fingertip traces over the rising scar, and he tries to ignore the way that it makes him feel, but even so, he intakes a sharp breath of air. His jaw closes, molars pit against each other in order to keep anything else in. You donโ€™t stop your tracing.
โ€œWhatever you have. Iโ€™m not picky.โ€ Youโ€™ve started to trace over the lines in his palm and his fingers rise and fall.
โ€œAre you going to stay for the day?โ€ Youโ€™re too enamored with his hand to focus on looking at him.
โ€œYes.โ€ He says too quickly for his liking. โ€œIs that okay?โ€ That question comes out sounding far too wretched for his liking.
โ€œYeah.โ€ Your thumb runs down his. โ€œThereโ€™s this movie I want to see. I think itโ€™ll be fun to watch it with you.โ€ He hums. โ€œItโ€™s about cannibals.โ€ He breathes a short laugh. โ€œItโ€™s like a romantic comedy if that helps.โ€
โ€œIt really doesnโ€™t, but Iโ€™ll watch it.โ€ย 
Heโ€™d subject himself to whatever it is that you wanted. You wouldnโ€™t have to pry his eyes open or force him; heโ€™d do it all willingly if it meant that youโ€™d sit beside him. Heโ€™d go through a hundred terrible movies- he stops himself. Heโ€™s been starting to grin- he doesnโ€™t even know when that had started. Heโ€™d torture himself through movies and for what? Heโ€™s gone through far worse; the act of thinking that movies were some form of torture is repulsive.ย 
โ€œYour team wonโ€™t miss you?โ€
โ€œNah. I'm doing a bit of my own thing for a bit.โ€
He wonders if you would miss him if he never came back. You shouldnโ€™t, but he hopes that you will. He hopes that it would be ugly- that youโ€™d sob and have your heartbroken over him. Thatโ€™s his only wish for all of this- that youโ€™d miss Dabi enough to wretch and become a mess and a shadow of yourself.
โ€œYouโ€™re gonna be okay?โ€ The way you ask that question makes his stomach twist and shame burn the back of his neck.ย 
โ€œAlways am,โ€ he says without skipping a beat.
Silence befalls the both of you. You move closer to him, still holding his hand in yours. No other word is uttered, nothing breaks the silence except for the electrical humming in your home. Thatโ€™s the end of the conversation and he accepts it the way that you accept that he wonโ€™t ever do more than stay for a day or two.
Is it cruel of him to want you to miss him? It has to be. Thereโ€™s some twistedness inside of him, one that he was born with, and grew with and he let the rot fester in him. Heโ€™ll never be a saint, heโ€™ll never be a holy, and neither will you- youโ€™ll be sullied by him and even if he knows that you deserve more than what he could give to you, heโ€™s still going to latch on like a parasite, clinging to you for life. Of course, youโ€™d never see him that way. He doesn't know why. In the back of his mind, heโ€™s sure heโ€™s some kind of project for you- something that you can fix and smile when youโ€™re on deathbed.ย 
Your name is whispered, and it feels so foreign on his tongue, heavy and sugar coated that it makes his bones ache. Thereโ€™s no answer.ย 
Itโ€™s presumptuous of him to think that. You donโ€™t try to fix him. The most that you do is wash his back and buy him new clothes that he would never wear outside of your home. Thereโ€™s a familiar ache in the middle of his throat- swelling and constricting his air. His eyes burn and heโ€™s worried that heโ€™s going to ruin your pillow cases. Youโ€™ve let him use your soft towels, he canโ€™t dirty something else for yours with his blood.
You've given him new clothes. Cleaned his old ones, but no matter how hard you tried the dirt and blood of it would never disappear. The blood will always stay there- a soft pink patch that would only get redder by the day. The dirt spreading, darker and thicker with every day. He never used the new ones outside of your home. Never dared to dirty them. Not something of yours- because no matter what, no matter how often you tried to give them to him, they were still yours. Something that you had risked to share with him.
He's bled a few times in your home. Stained your sheets and the first time you looked inconvenienced, a bit disgusted that someone was just bleeding on your items but then he made a pained, pitiful sound, a forced one, anything to get you to look at him with something other than disgust. He wanted you to look at him the way you would look at any other. And it worked, because you held him and bandaged his wounds, held his hands and touched the calloused tips of his fingers.ย 
Should he kiss you goodnight? Does it matter? Youโ€™re asleep, you wouldnโ€™t even know if heโ€™s kissed you or not. Kissing isnโ€™t something thatโ€™s taboo for either of you, but doing it now- when whatever talk you just had is still lingerie in the air? Is that right for him to do? He wants to kiss you, thereโ€™s no doubt about it. Dabi has long grown attached to you and โ€˜attachedโ€™ is the wrong word, itโ€™s something needier, something possessive.ย 
No matter the answer, youโ€™re asleep and it doesnโ€™t matter. It doesnโ€™t matter because heโ€™s going to leave and he wonโ€™t return and he hopes that youโ€™ll cry.
The pink of his tongue swipes to wet his lips, and he takes in a chill breath of air that breathes out warmly. With a trembling motion, he leans to peck the corner of your mouth. With no one to witness him, he lets himself linger, letting his hands entangle themselves in your hair, and legs interlacing with yours. He pulls away, only to let his chin rest on the top of your head. Your weight is on his hand, and he closes his eyes.
In the morning, heโ€™ll wake up with you in the kitchen. Itโ€™ll be a moment where he forgets just where he is, where his mind hasnโ€™t caught up to him, where heโ€™s caught in a fog and heโ€™ll think that this is his norm- that heโ€™s deserving of having homemade breakfast after all that he is. And while heโ€™s eating and drinking coffee, heโ€™ll wish that you had let him rot on the street.
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dearmayaki ยท a day ago
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yandere!dabi x therapist!reader
"I'd like to hold you in my arms and I won't let you go till death do us apart."
dabi has never met a soul like you - so kind hearted and pure.
it felt like butterflies were fluttering in his stomach and his heart was blossoming, the skin of his cheeks could have been a faint red. though the damage doesn't allow it to be visible.
he swore he felt a spark, a light.
from his early days as touya todoroki to dabi- the infamous villain, was now sent for rehabilitation.
the desperation of his mother was just too much, to make her shut up they fulfilled her wishes finally silencing her.
and now the 'big bad villain' grew a very 'small' crush on his therapist. yes, his therapist.
the moment you entered, his gaze was shrouded in complete despise but when you showed pure kindness and showed no fear to his hideous scars and his disgusting self in general - it was a little pleasant? he didn't know, but it felt good.
please, he could either go on with the rehabilitation - or break out and take you with him where no one will ever even look at you, or hear from you.
"till death do us apart"
ยฉ dearmayaki [not proofread] - please do not steal or modify:
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hydrangeapartridge ยท 2 days ago
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Hydrangea Fanfiction Masterlist
ย It was time I posted a masterlist since Iโ€™ve been writing more lately
Link to my AO3
Fandoms: My hero academia, Attack on Titan, MCU
These days I mostly write xreader or OC fanfiction.ย 
My hero Academia
Until death brings us togetherย (ongoing)
Ghost Shinsou x female nurse reader. Modern setting AU
Rated M for now
1 Chapter/ 3 or 4 chapters
Chocolate kisses and Catpuccinos
Shinsou x female readerย  Pro Hero AU. Reader is an accident prone waitress in a cat cafรฉ
R18/Rated E
4 Chapters, 30+k, finished
The steps I take (back to you)
Pro Hero Bakugou x Pro Hero female readerย 
R18/Rated E
One Shot, 15+k
Coupling on a Wedding Night
Pro Hero Bakugou x Pro Hero female reader
R18/Rated E
One Shot, 11+k
Work of Art
Dabi x older female doctor readerย  ย R18/Rated E 1 chapter (3k) but I want to write more for these two
MCU
Mademoiselle
Falcon and the Winter soldier. Zemo x OFC
Rated E/R18
3 chapters, 11+k, finished
Attack on Titan
Through Horus Eyes
Jean x Marco Egyptian AU
Rated E/R18
19 chapters/20 Ongoing, 139+k words (I swear I will finish it!!)
Other JeanMarco fics from 8 years ago (gosh 8 years!!) can also be found on my AO3
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winterkeepsmovingforward ยท a day ago
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pls stop writing every single anime character as a sex god and with the exact same cliches without regards for their actual personalities im begging u
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mariebellasart ยท 6 months ago
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"I can change him" bitch why, hes the perfect menace to society and i love that
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sukunababy ยท a month ago
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๐๐š๐›๐ข + ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ง๐จ โ”†๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐จ + ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  โ”†๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐š๐ซ๐š๐ค๐ข + ๐๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง โ”†๐ก๐š๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ + ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž โ”†๐š๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ฐ๐š + ๐๐š๐๐๐ฒ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ค
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cw. c. somno, creampie, riding, praise,ย doggy, hair pulling, degradation, use of daddy + good girl, overstim. โ€”ย rbs are appreciated โ€” event m.list | main m.list
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#๐ƒ๐€๐๐ˆ
It's late when he comes back to your shared apartment, brows furrowed as he snorts before slipping under the covers, his cock hard and throbbing as he holds you in his arms.
"Fucking tight, doll," he moans pressing his face into the crook of your neck, one hand on your hip to steady you and the other in your hair as he pushes into you, balls deep.
You moan and whimper pulling your hand back to grab his spiky hair, "your cunt is squeezing me so good" he gasps in your ear, "fuck, doll."
Your eyes roll back as Dabi pushes more messily against your ass, his thick head pressing into your sweet spot tearing off muffled moans from your lips.
His thick cock shoved into your pussy begins to twitch making you wake up fully and begin to sway back and forth, "c-cumming" you blurt out rubbing your clit with your fingers.
Your cunt gushes around his girth, your folds fluttering around him as Dabi begins to pour his copious load into your soaked slit, "so fucking good oh shit" he murmurs wrapping his arms around your quivering body.
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#๐๐€๐“๐’๐”๐Ž
Your walls flutter messily clutching his shaft with each thrust of your hips, you bounce greedily on his thick cock and he can't help but watch your tits jiggle up and down before he grabs and squeezes them roughly.
"So fucking perfect," he moans, his fat cock throbbing in your smooth walls, spasming and drooling pre cum every time you moan when you grind your nub against him.
"Natsuo, I'm gonna cum" you sob through teary eyes laying your hands on his chest and trying to catch your breath.
He smiles before grabbing your ass and starting to lift his hips against yours, "yeah? Then come pretty," he huffs pressing a thumb to your clit and quickly rubbing until you gush over his thick girth, "just. like. that."
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#๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐€๐‘๐€๐Š๐ˆ
You can't help moaning in pleasure as Tomura grabs and pulls at your hair, "you like it uhu, don't you slut?" he laughs pushing his hips against yours, his dripping balls from your previous orgasms slamming into your nub filling the room with lewd sounds.
"You're so pathetic" he murmurs, his lips pressed to your ear as he holds you down on his length, "you and your messy little cunt" he spits out dirty words as he resumes fucking you.
Your eyes roll as you feel the wave of another orgasm reach you, "look at you, you're cumming again, you're an easy slut," he slurs as your walls spasm around his girth, clenching and milking making him moan.
"S-so good, mh" you whimper clutching the sheets between your fingers, his throbbing cock grinding against your sweet spot as his orgasm approaches as well.
"Your little hole will take all my cum, won't it slut" he moans thrusting messily against you as you begin to cum together.
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#๐‡๐€๐–๐Š๐’
You bounce slowly on his cock, his hands supporting you by your hips as you lose yourself in his praise, "you take it so well baby" he smiles moving down to grab the soft globes of your ass.
Your back arches as you begin to grind against his crotch in a more messy way, "my pretty girl" he moans helping you bounce on him, lewd sounds of flesh against flesh resonate in your shared room as your orgasm approaches.
"Close ... feels good" you moan shamelessly clutching his hard pecs as you rock up and down and his hands guide you back and forth.
Keigo's eyes glow as your soaked slit tightens around his length and you start to gush over him, "fuck, my good girl, so fucking perfect" he moans letting you ride your orgasm out of you before turning onto your back and chasing his own.
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#๐€๐ˆ๐™๐€๐–๐€
"You're such a good girl for daddy" he breathes slowly as he holds you down by your hips, his cock throbbing in your dripping cunt as he draws circles on your nub, "so pretty".
Your nails scratch his back as Aizawa reaches down to tickle your neck, switching between licks and small bites, "I want to be good for Daddy" you sob, your back arched and your feet pressed to the mattress as his thick head grinds against your sweet spot.
He gives a satisfied smirk as your gummy walls begin to flutter around him, slowly covering him in your cream, "yes, come for Daddy" he orders, rolling his hips against you.
"That's my good girl" mh he grins crookedly as you gush over his girth, trembling and moaning as he doesn't stop playing with your hard core, "keep coming for daddy, come on pretty" he whispers watching your pussy greedily swallow his thick cock.
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mango-mothss ยท 2 months ago
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Slapping Headcanons || MHA Boys X Reader
A/N: These hands are rated E for Everyone.
Warnings: Implied fem reader for Iida, Mild smut themes for Izuku, Bakugou and Shotoโ€™s are pretty mild as well, Eijirou is where it gets into the more smutty part. Denkiโ€™s includes degradation, riding, cream pies, and just general masochism. Implied smut with Iida. Dabiโ€™s has major dom/brat themes, mentions of teasing in public, and punishment. Also implied smut.
Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks
โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พŸโ˜†: *.โ˜ฝ .* :โ˜†๏พŸ. โ”€โ”€โ”€
Izuku Midoriya
With Midoriya, it was an accident.
We all know this boy is too pure to exist
What could he do to make you slap him
You were talking to a friend when he snuck up on you, he thought it was adorable that you were so excited
You were flailing your arms around and punctuated your sentence with them in the air
And you hit something
Really hard
When you turn around, Izuku is standing right there, a red handprint on his face
His brain altogether stopped working
Did Iโ€ฆ like that?
Yes, yes he did
โ€œOh my god, Izuku, Iโ€™m so sorry! I totally didnโ€™t mean-โ€œ
โ€œItโ€™s alright! Iโ€™m fine! See?โ€
Wonโ€™t bring it up again until heโ€™s sure the two of you are completely alone
โ€œWill youโ€ฆ hit me?โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€
His face is as red as a tomato
โ€œYโ€™knowโ€ฆ like you did earlier, just. On purpose.โ€
You bring a hand to his face, rubbing his cheek, before bringing it away all of a sudden
โ€œAre you sure?โ€
โ€œYes.โ€
You bring your hand back and slap him. It leaves a sting in your hand.
โ€œHarder. Please.โ€
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Katsuki Bakugou
With Bakugou, it wasnโ€™t an accident.
He pissed you off. He was being mean, ignoring you for too long.
โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong, Kats?โ€ Kiri would ask.
โ€œ(Y/N). I havenโ€™t seen them anywhere.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m right here, asshole.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s almost like I can hear them.โ€
Kirishima, who definitely didnโ€™t want to get in the middle of whatever this was, backed away slowly. He knew better than to get involved.
At some point, you were fed up with this silent treatment.
โ€œKats. KATS.โ€
He just scoffed.
โ€œFine. You wanna play this game? Ignore this, bitch.โ€
You smacked him. Hard. Katsuki was used to being slapped but never by you.
โ€œOi, the fuck are you doing?โ€
You let out a little โ€œhmph,โ€ and walked away. You got your point across.
As soon as you rounded the corner, a smile fixed itself on his face. He was glad that you had the courage to stand up to him, and he loved seeing your attitude shine through.
He apologized later that day.
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Shoto Todoroki
With Todoroki, it was sort of an accident.
To be fair, you didnโ€™t know this is what truth or dare would turn into.
Mina invited you, most of Class 1-A was playing truth or dare in the common room.
Todoroki sat opposite of you.
Bad choice.
He smiled at you, giving a little wave
Todoroki was comfortable for you, and you him. You got along more than anyone else in the class
So when Izuku dared you to slap the person across from you, you didnโ€™t know what to do.
Izuku, however, knew exactly what he was doing.
Just hours before this game of truth or dare, Todoroki admitted that heโ€™d always thought about being slapped by a pretty girl
And he knew how you looked at Todoroki
You stood up and Todoroki followed suit, meeting you in the middle
โ€œReady?โ€
He gulped, then nodded quickly.
Your hand came back and then landed with a loud SMACK.
You soothed the red that was spreading on his cheek, leaning in to whisper.
โ€œSorry, love, but I donโ€™t back down from a dare.โ€ You winked at him.
He was flustered, but he was trying his hardest not to show it
He was failing.
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Eijirou Kirishima
With Kirishima, it was not an accident.
I donโ€™t know what it is about Kirishima
But I can see him straight up asking you
โ€œWill you slap me?โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s for science,โ€ heโ€™d say, a goofy grin across his face
โ€œWhat kind of science?โ€ You knew what he was getting at, but you werenโ€™t going to let him have it that easily.
โ€œHere, let me-โ€œ He cut himself off, grabbing you by the thighs and hoisting you over his lap.
โ€œNow just. Slap me.โ€
He didnโ€™t have to tell you twice
You smacked him hard across the face, a red handprint left on his cheek. โ€œThat good?โ€
โ€œHarder.โ€
โ€œEiji, are you sure?โ€
โ€œPlease, harder, (Y/N).โ€ You could feel him starting to harden under you, obviously very into this.
You hit him again, this time hearing him hiss. โ€œShhh, baby.โ€ You took his face in your hands and kissed his cheek.
โ€œMore.โ€
โ€œEijirou, if I hit you anymore, youโ€™re going to bleed.โ€
โ€œMaybe I want to.โ€
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Denki Kaminari
With Kaminari, it was an accident, but not in the way youโ€™d think.
You were having sex with him. Riding him. Today he asked you to be mean to him, call him names, and hurt him.
You knew Kaminari had masochistic tendencies, but you didnโ€™t know how far it went.
And you wanted to see how far the rubber band would stretch before it snapped.
โ€œPathetic whore. I bet you canโ€™t even get off without me, can you?โ€ He was a drooling mess, had been since the second orgasm.
โ€œLook at me, Denki.โ€
He was too far gone.
โ€œI said,โ€ SLAP โ€œLook at me!โ€
His eyes focused on your face for a few seconds, the same way they always did when he was trying to hold on for you.
โ€œLet go, baby.โ€
He nods, his body shaking underneath you as he releases, cumming inside.
โ€œFeel good?โ€
โ€œThat was hot,โ€ he says, trying to catch his breath. โ€œMy cheek hurts.โ€
You soothe his face as he pouts, pulling your hand back to kiss the knuckles. โ€œI love you,โ€ he says softly, looking you in the eyes.
โ€œI love you too, Denks.โ€
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Tenya Iida
With Iida, it was not an accident.
Iida had pushed one too many buttons with you.
He didnโ€™t mean for the things he said to come out like they did.
It just happened sometimes.
He was raised very respectfully, came from a house that taught him to respect women.
So when he said that you shouldnโ€™t go anywhere without someone
He didnโ€™t mean for it to come out as
โ€œYouโ€™re too fragile and weak to handle yourself.โ€
โ€œIida, I am perfectly capable of handling myself.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t think itโ€™s a good idea, (Y/N). You need someone with you.โ€
You huffed. You were about to leave when you heard him mutter, โ€œLowest in the classโ€ฆ.. canโ€™t handle herselfโ€ฆโ€
You marched right up to him and slapped him across the face.
โ€œDonโ€™t you ever talk about me like that again.โ€
He was taken aback, to say the least.
You left before he could apologize
And he did make it a point to apologize to you.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry for what I said earlier.โ€ It was way past curfew, and he probably shouldnโ€™t be at your door.
But you invited him in anyways.
โ€œI just donโ€™t want you to be hurt.โ€
โ€œThank you, but Iโ€™m sure I can handle myself.โ€ Your face was stern. You folded your arms over your chest, sitting on the edge of your bed.
โ€œBut (Y/N), I just. I care about you so much. More than anyone. I care about you more than I thought was even capable, and Iโ€™m so scared to lose you.โ€ He sat down beside you, brushing the hair out of your eyes.
You kissed him before he could talk anymore, fisting your hand in his shirt and tugging him towards you.
He fell on top of you, hands holding his own weight up beside your head as he stared down at you.
Needless to say you didnโ€™t get much sleep that night.
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Tomura Shigaraki
With Shigaraki, it was an accident.
This one is technically not a slap but I thought it was funny
You were gaming. He was just trying to get your attention for a meeting.
You couldnโ€™t even hear him calling you.
โ€œ(Y/N), we have a meeting.โ€
Your eyes were glued to the screen.
โ€œ(Y/N), itโ€™s time to go.โ€
โ€œYES. TAKE THAT, FUCKERS!โ€ You threw your controller across the room when you flailed your arms in the air, and it landed right on Shigarakiโ€™s face with a loud thunk
โ€œOh my god, babe, I am so, so sorry.โ€
His hand moved to scratch at his neck, a scowl painting his features
โ€œItโ€™s fine. Letโ€™s go.โ€
You felt bad all day about what happened
And you made it up to him with extra kisses, cuddles, and love in general
He forgave you
After he had his time to pout and sulk
And milk the attention he was getting from you
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Dabi
With Dabi, it was an accident. You told him that over and over, but he knew it really wasnโ€™t an accident.
You were being a brat
Very plainly
And you decided that today would be a good day to test Dabiโ€™s patience
It was not.
You were teasing him in public again, something he was very familiar with
And he was lecturing you over it, deciding the way he should punish you
He saw you roll your eyes
โ€œYโ€™know, I think this would be a lot more fun if you let me take control once in a while.โ€ You loved your position as a brat, but you loved to tease him even more.
โ€œYou donโ€™t get to make that decision, now do you?โ€
You rolled your eyes again.
โ€œTry it again, bitch.โ€ His hand was on your throat in a matter of seconds and your back was against the wall
And then
As if your fight or flight response was activated
You slapped him
The hand that was around your neck moved to rub at his face. He sighed.
โ€œI- Iโ€™m sorry, I didnโ€™t-โ€œ
โ€œOh, no no no, baby,โ€ he tutted. โ€œyou did this to yourself. You have to pay the consequences.โ€
He picked you up by the waist and slung you over his shoulder, carrying you away
You werenโ€™t walking the next day.
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Hawks
With Hawks, it was definitely not an accident.
Something you had to grow accustomed to with Hawks was his flirty personality
Half the time, he didnโ€™t even know he was flirting.
You and Keigo were engaged, but you both decided not to go public with the information
He had a public image to maintain, and you didnโ€™t mind that
Some of which you got pushed aside for
One day where you were particularly feeling ignored by him, you went out to get yourself some boba
Hawks was standing in the middle of a crowd of girls, many of which were flirting to no avail
He took pictures and signed autographs, and you werenโ€™t too interested
Until
โ€œSo, Hawks, are you seeing anyone right now?โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ he said simply. That wasnโ€™t what struck a chord, with you.
โ€œYou could be seeing me,โ€ the girl said. And then
He winked at her. โ€œI could make arrangements for that.โ€
You waited for the, now screaming, crowd to leave before approaching him
โ€œAsshole.โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œShe was flirting with you.โ€
โ€œI thought we agreed that it wouldnโ€™t be good to go public.โ€
โ€œYou didnโ€™t shut her down.โ€
โ€œI thought you didnโ€™t want to go public.โ€
You slapped him across the face.
โ€œItโ€™s not about whether I wanted to go public or not, itโ€™s about the fact that you flirted back with her.โ€
Hawks brought the prettiest flowers he could find that night. As well as your favorite candy, a stupid rom-com, and his cat, Peanut (you canโ€™t convince me he named his cat something normal) in hopes of making you feel better
He apologized a thousand times, and you finally gave in, throwing your arms around him
You could never stay mad at Hawks.
โ€œI think we should announce that weโ€™re engaged.โ€
โ€œReally? You think itโ€™ll be good for your image as a pro?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know. I donโ€™t know much of anything anymore. But I do know that I want everyone to know that I found the most beautiful person to love.โ€
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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I havenโ€™t been too active recently, Iโ€™ve been struggling with motivation, but Iโ€™m doing better now! Hopefully there will be even more soon!
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sakusins ยท 3 months ago
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I canโ€™t stop imagining my 2d man leaving me a needy voicemail when Iโ€™m not around about how much he misses me as he fucks his fist. Keigo is so whiny, I know he is ๐Ÿ˜ญ
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๐๐Ž๐Š๐” ๐๐Ž ๐‡๐„๐‘๐Ž ๐€๐‚๐€๐ƒ๐„๐Œ๐ˆ๐€ + ๐’๐„๐๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐•๐Ž๐ˆ๐‚๐„๐Œ๐€๐ˆ๐‹๐’ ๐–๐‡๐ˆ๐‹๐„ ๐‰๐„๐‘๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Ž๐…๐…
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TOKREV VERSION HERE ; JJK VERSION HERE
includes: takami keigo, shindou yo, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki touya
tags: nsfw 18+, afab! reader, masturbation (male + female)
notes: if i donโ€™t get a voicemail like this from dabi i donโ€™t want him anymore
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โœฐ ๐Š๐„๐ˆ๐†๐Ž whines when your phone goes straight to voicemail again, gritting his teeth and palming his hardened cock through his pants as he fumbles with his phone to call you once more. again, heโ€™s met with your voicemail, and he knows heโ€™s bound to get scolded, but he canโ€™t stop himself as he pulls his stiff, reddened cock from the confinements. he hisses as the cold air hits his pulsing length, and he collects the pre cum weeping from the tip, smearing it with a low whimper. โ€œbaby, miss you so bad,โ€ he moans into the phone as his hand wraps around his hardened member, โ€œmiss your pussy, miss the way youโ€”fuckโ€”the way you take me.โ€ he squeezes around his swollen tip, long, drawn-out moan bubbling from his throat as he fucks his fist fast, desperate, needy. โ€œneed you, need you so much, baby. fuck, need to fuck you,โ€ he whines, hair wet and clinging to his sweaty, heat flushed skin. his balls are heavy and aching, ready to release, and he bites his lips in frustration that itโ€™s not inside your velvety walls. โ€œs-so much work,โ€ he pants, โ€œbut i wanna feel you,โ€ keigo rasps, and then thereโ€™s the sound of the beep, indicating his timeโ€™s up. but he calls you again, determined to leave voicemail after voicemail until you hear him cum for you.
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โœฐ ๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐Ž๐”โ€™s voice is low and raspy as you listen to the voicemail heโ€™s left once more, your fingers slipping into your wet folds as your thumb finds your clit. โ€œbaby,โ€ he groans, and you know his hand is vibrating as it strokes his cock, and you miss the way it feels vibrating when heโ€™s knuckles deep in you too. โ€œbaby, miss your pussy. miss the way you sound, miss you,โ€ he moans softly, and the squelching sound of his fist dragging up and down his thick length makes your fingers thrust into your folds faster as you mewl. โ€œg-god, fuckโ€”miss that tight fuckinโ€™ pussy. wish i was in you,โ€ he rasps, and when he whimpers quietly, you can almost envision his palm rolling over his swollen tip as it vibrates along his sensitive length. โ€œj-just doesnโ€™t feel the same, no matter what i do,โ€ he whines, erratic pants ringing into your ear through the phone. youโ€™ve heard the voicemail enough times to know heโ€™s about to cum, and so are you as you rub circles frantically along your clit. he chokes on a moan, voice strained as he cums, and as he mumbles a quiet โ€œfuck, fuck, โ€˜m cumming, baby,โ€ his voice cracking with every few syllables, you whimper as your walls flutter around your fingers too, orgasm ripping through your body. your breaths are in sync with his as he pants, coming down from your highs together, and you wish shindou were here tooโ€”because this really isnโ€™t the same.
โœฐ ๐๐€๐Š๐”๐†๐Ž๐” is frustratedโ€”and itโ€™s no surprise, but heโ€™s beyond stressed, and he thinks you need to know about it. he strokes his aching length fast, watching his hand drag up and down the red, angry member as he grunts loudly, head falling back against his chair. his thumb drags along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, and his mouth falls open, eyes screwing shut as his abs flex when he wraps his hand tighter around his tip. โ€œfuckinโ€™ tired of no one doinโ€™ shit right,โ€ he growls into the phone, and he chokes on a cry as his palm rolls over the sensitive head, the loud sound of his fist slapping against the base of his dick filling the office room of his agency. โ€œw-wish you were here. couldโ€™ve fucked you over this f-fuckinโ€™ table for โ€˜em all to listen,โ€ he stutters, voice just a bit breathier as he feels his orgasm approaching. his eyes roll back as his hips buck up, needy as he chases his high, and he moans loudly into the speaker of his phone for you to hear as he cums. โ€œf-fuck, wish it was your pussy,โ€ he moans, cock twitching with each rope of cum that shoots from his tip, coating his hand and leaving a mess. he pants erratically as he comes down from his high, eyeing his cum smeared hand before his before letting his head fall back against his chair, growling, โ€œleavinโ€™ early to come home tonight,โ€ into the phone before the line cuts off with a beep.
โœฐ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐ƒ๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐˜๐€ knows youโ€™re asleep, and he knows he shouldnโ€™t have called you at all at this hour, but he wants to hear your voice as he strokes his stiff length languidly. he canโ€™t sleep, needs your warmth beside him and the weight of your figure in his arms, and even his hand doesnโ€™t feel the same as yours as it drags along his painfully hard length. โ€œfuck, sweetheart,โ€ he whimpers, โ€œwish you were here right now. m-miss your touch,โ€ he breathes, and he bites his lip and rolls his eyes to the back of his head as his hand twists around his cock. he sounds so sweet, panting so breathlessly, letting a soft whine fall from his lips when his thumb glides through his weeping slit, and he wishes youโ€™d have just picked up. he can almost hear the gentle praises youโ€™d murmur into the phone, and the thought makes his hips buck up needily into his tight fist. โ€œoh, sh-shitโ€”want you to hear me, w-wish you picked up, baby.โ€ he whines, and his thighs twitch as he feels himself approach his impending orgasm. โ€œs-so close, baby, โ€˜m so close. g-gonna cumโ€”f-fuck,โ€ he gasps, back arching off the mattress as thick spurts of cum paint his fist and his bare abs white. he pants into the phone pressed against his cheek and shoulder, moaning lowly as he milks himself with a few more strokes. โ€œgod, i wish you were here,โ€ he sighs, staring tiredly at the mess heโ€™s left himself to clean up.
โœฐ ๐ƒ๐€๐๐ˆโ€™s voice through the phone surprises you when itโ€™s breathy and panting harshly against your ear, and you almost think heโ€™s hurt until you make out the squelching sound in the background. thereโ€™s a deep grunt before he groans, and you can almost picture his thumb running through his slit and making his body jolt. you feel a familiar heat building up between your legs when he speaks, โ€œf-fuck, doll. need to come back to you, my handโ€™s not doing it anymore,โ€ he says through a raspy voice. his fist drags up and down his length faster, and you can tell from the way his breath is coming out shorter, how his grunts are almost low whines, how heโ€™s choking on muffled curses that heโ€™s close. โ€œshit, need your pussy so bad,โ€ he groans, and then thereโ€™s a choked gasp, and you know heโ€™s cumming. โ€œfuck, fuck, fuck,โ€ he cries, working himself through his orgasm, wet sound of his cock fucking his fist leaving an ache in between your legs as your walls flutter around nothing. you listen as he breathes erratically, picturing his damp hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his cum coated hand as he slumps in exhaustion. โ€œcanโ€™t wait to come home, doll,โ€ you hear his smug voice, and you donโ€™t think you can wait long either as your fingers slide past your wet folds.
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hope to god none of my moots are reading this train wreck
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dabiboy ยท 8 months ago
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Dabi dances whenever he's excited๐Ÿฅบ
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httptouya ยท 4 months ago
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โ€œ attractive things they do โ€ [ bnha ]
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-> pairing: separate, bakugou, deku, kiri, shouto, denki, tamaki, hawks, dabi x gn!reader
-> a/n: mentions of food/eating, part of hawks' eludes to reader having longish hair- but that should be it !
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โ€” BAKUGOU:
katsuki has such attractive hands- all large and warm. he wears rings whenever heโ€™s not working, usually silver. he rests a hand on your thigh anytime heโ€™s sitting next to you. itโ€™s become second nature to him, cupping the flesh and rubbing lazy circles with his thumb. he definitely grips the back of your headrest while he reverses and grips your thigh with his free hand. smirks at you all the time, without any real reason- flashing perfect white teeth and sharpened canines. When he laughs, a real laugh, around you he always throws his head back and exposes his throat. if itโ€™s cold outside he layers his clothes onto you, throwing his worn-warmed jacket over your shoulders and winding his scarf around your neck. his fingers always brush against your throat as he ties a knot.
โ€” MIDORIYA:
izuku stretches all the time and he makes such soft sighs, face all scrunched and revealing his abs. he bites the inside of his cheek and kisses his teeth when heโ€™s annoyed, which shows off how sharp and strong his jaw is. he always opens doors for you, like the gentleman he was raised to be, guiding you over the thresholds by the small of your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple. he wears headbands or hair clips to move his bangs out of his face, displaying the freckles that splatter the entirety of his features. If he ever sees something off about your appearance, no matter how small, he fixes it. whether that be to straighten your necklace, smoothing flyaways, or removing extra lipstick; mindlessly running his fingers down your hair, straightening the charm against your collarbones, or running his thumb under your bottom lip.
โ€” KIRISHIMA:
eijirou is just so casual in his affection. heโ€™s always pulling you into him, hugging you tight and long, presses both greeting and departure kisses to your face and tosses a heavy arm across your shoulders- pulling you into his side. he loves comparing hand sizes, always intertwines your fingers together and pulls you into his chest by them. kiri wears really tight shirts, both the dress and casual variety, they stretch taught over his broad shoulders and cling to every muscle. you will never carry anything as long as heโ€™s in a five-mile radius of you, no matter how heavy it is, he is carrying it. insists with an easy smile and laugh on doing it himself, still managing to keep a hand empty so he can hold yours. heโ€™ll also carry you around. if he thinks youโ€™re tired, heโ€™s turned his back to you and offered to carry you. hoists you up so easily and keeps steady hands on the underside of your thighs- grip a little high and firm.
โ€” TODOROKI:
shouto always greets you with a kiss. heโ€™ll softly cup the side of your face, content and attractive smile on his lips, โ€œhello, my love.โ€ he also expects you to return the gesture, tilting his head towards you subconsciously so you can litter kisses wherever you please. he always gives you so much of his attention when you talk, head tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowed, eyes locked on your own- he wanted you to be able to tell that heโ€™s listening to you. whenever youโ€™re walking next to each other, he always makes sure to have a hand on you, either on your waist ot intertwined with your own. he helps you undress and dress, wrapping a soft scarf tightly around your neck and letting you lean against his shoulder as he takes off your shoes.
โ€” DENKI:
denki really likes wearing jewellery and heโ€™s nearly always wearing at least one piece of it- layered chain necklaces, sterling silver rings, and studded earrings. he has a little dangly earring with your first initial on it which he wears all the time, no matter if it goes with the rest of his outfit or not. he stretches every time he gets up, lifting the shirt heโ€™s wearing up to show off sharp hipbones and his muscled stomach. denki winks at you all the time and he makes a little clicking noise when he does it. anytime you pass by him while heโ€™s sitting down, he will pull you onto his lap, hands slipping up your shirt and grinning against your neck.
โ€” TAMAKI:
tamaki leans against you all the time, his head pressed into the curve of your neck or his chin resting on your shoulder as he looks up at you, watching the way your lips move around words. when youโ€™re in public and he needs to tell you something, he leans down to whisper in your ear- lips brushing the back of your ear. he hums into every form of affection- sighing into kisses and tight hugs and moaning as your fingers comb through his hair. anytime heโ€™s eating something and you want to try it, he hand feeds you a piece, using his thumb to wipe your bottom lip clean.
โ€” HAWKS:
keigo makes very intense and purposeful eye contant whenever you talk to him, you can always see his eyes moving between yours as he leans closer to you. He also takes a lock of your hair and twirls it onto his index finger while you tell him a story, winding it and unwinding it around his fingers. heโ€™s very casual in the way he touches you all the time- an arm on your shoulder, hand on your waist, brushing hair away from your face. he has to constantly be touching or holding onto the small of your waist. he keeps a palm firmly planted there no matter what, people can walk around you.
โ€” DABI:
touyaโ€™s eyes always flick between your eyes and your lips when you talk to him, he nods slowly so you know that he is listening. even if he gets a little sidetracked. he tilts your head up with a crooked finger when he wants to kiss you, staring you down for a second before finally pulling you up to meet him. he has a permanent smirk and hooded eyes- he always looks bored and hot. If he ever sees you anywhere near a wall, you will be pinned against it- at least twice a day. he smirks down at you if you get flustered, running his thumb over your bottom lip. if heโ€™s even a centimetre taller than you, heโ€™ll use you as an armrest just to see you huff and punch his shoulder.
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scandescent ยท 4 months ago
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MHA men and their guilty pleasure!
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Synopsis: MHA men x guilty pleasure
โžทCharacters: Denki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Shoto, Dabi
โžท CW. F! Reader, aged up characters, dacryphilia, sadism lmao, electrostimulation, cnc(?), minimum prep, branding, degradation, praise, choking, size kink, corruption kink, dirty talk. mdni.
โžท Note: idk what this is, I was just entertaining yoko till she went bacc to sleep... Now hab this before I go to watch the new demon slayer episode๐Ÿ˜Œ not proofread lmao
#tags. @yesitsmewhataboutit
Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!
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Denki Kaminari
With your legs quivering on his shoulders, Denki lost track of his powers. Soft jolts of golden electricity flowed from his fingers to your thighs where he gripped the soft flesh as he accidentally zaps you. But the way you clench around himโ€” his eyes are blown out with realization and lust. He feels bad that his cock throbs inside your warm cunt at the little tears pebbling in your eyes.
His eyes roll back and mouth falls open in a breathless curse when he feels you clench even harder as his fingers tap a little jolt into your swollen clit.
"Fuck just like that, baby, cum f'me, you fucking love it when I zap your cute little clit, don't you?"
Katsuki Bakugo
It's no secret that he's a sadist. But he loves to fuck you with minimum prep. Seeing you squirm under him, beg him to slow down, it's just a massive turn on for him. Bakugo's favorite is your little cries of 'Suki please, 's too much turning into incoherent babbling as you start drooling because his cock keeps assaulting that spot inside you till you're creaming on his cock.
Besides, you got your safe word, so it's not like you dont want this. He knows that you not so secretly enjoy it when he manhandles you into taking his cock before he fucks you dumb.
"Weren't you saying it's too much not a while ago? Then why are you cumming already?"
Eijorou Kirishima
Everytime your hands push at his broad chest and you huff with a meek,"Kiri, too big, won't fit-" He coos at you, soft praises of how you're doing so well for him but in reality, he knows it's at least a bit painful for you. And he hates the rush of arousal to his dick at the thought of you whimpering from the slight burn when he shoves his huge cock in your tight little hole.
Kiri is soon stuttering because his head reels from feeling your slick walls clamp down on him. Your little whispers tuning off into breathless moans with each hard thrust from him.
"It's alright, baby. You're so good for me, now shhh take it all, yea'?"
Shoto Todoroki
"Sho' please, need ya' to fuck me till I pass out." Shoto's chest swells in pride as he urges you to say the filthy stuff you want him to do to you. When you look up at him with innocent doe eyes but the words spilling from your tongue is anything but that. He loves to corrupt your body, soul and mind. A rosy tint spreads on his cheeks at your words.
He rubs his cock at your entrance, teasing by dipping just the tip. Heterochromatic eyes observe as your greedy cunt pulsates in need, swallowing his cock.
"Go on baby, tell me, where do u need my cock?Here?"
Dabi
He wants you all desperate, taking his cock like a good girl. He'll edge you before finally fucking you, this way you'll be an obedient little whore for him. And just as you are about to cum, his hand wraps around your neck like a collar, "Do u wanna cum or breathe?" He heaves hastily, cock twitching from how you look at him with wide eyes and your hands claw at his wrist.
His other hand placed on your thigh heats up when you gulp fresh air just as soon as he let's go of your throat, "Bad girl," He's gonna leave a hand mark on your thigh, you're sure of it from how your skin stings from the blue fire.
"You don't deserve to cum. Maybe I should just leave after fucking this slutty pussy."
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fuwushiguro ยท 8 months ago
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Hi hotties! I joined Tumblr back in January 2021 so this will be my first ever Kinktober event! I'm welcoming everyone to come and enjoy my first ever Playboy Kinktober. I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to take part since it seems very difficult, and I commend everyone who has done this event in the past. But it seemed too fun to miss out on taking part. I'll be updating links as the days go on. I'll be doing a different fandom for the first three weeks, everything after that I'm freestyling. I hope you enjoy the ride! (All works will involve f!Reader)
p.s. everything will be tagged accordingly, please be mindful when reading the content as you are responsible for your own safety, if there's something that may trigger you do not read it.
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๐–๐„๐„๐Š ๐Ž๐๐„ - ๐€๐“๐“๐€๐‚๐Š ๐Ž๐ ๐“๐ˆ๐“๐€๐
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„ - ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐›๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง | Jean Kirstein
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐Ž - ๐ƒ๐š๐๐๐ฒ ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ค | Zeke Yeager
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„ - ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ | Eren Yeager
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘ - ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐š | Reiner Braun
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„ - ๐Ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง | Zeke Yeager
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐’๐ˆ๐— - ๐„๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  | Eren Yeager
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐ - ๐’๐ญ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐š๐ ๐ž | Porco Galliard
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๐–๐„๐„๐Š ๐“๐–๐Ž - ๐‰๐”๐‰๐”๐“๐’๐” ๐Š๐€๐ˆ๐’๐„๐
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ - ๐‚๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž | Toji Fushiguro
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐๐„ - ๐…๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  + ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž ๐๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  | Ryomen Sukuna
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐„๐ - ๐‚๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  | Kento Nanami
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐„๐‹๐„๐•๐„๐ - ๐‡๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ | Satoru Gojo
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐‹๐•๐„ - ๐’๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ค + ๐†๐ฎ๐ง ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ | Megumi Fushiguro
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐ - ๐’๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  | Yuuji Itadori & Satoru Gojo
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐ - ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ค๐š๐ง | Kento Nanami
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๐–๐„๐„๐Š ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„ - ๐Œ๐˜ ๐‡๐„๐‘๐Ž ๐€๐‚๐€๐ƒ๐„๐Œ๐ˆ๐€
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐„๐„๐ - ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž ๐…๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  | Katsuki Bakugo
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐„๐„๐ - ๐’๐ž๐ฑ ๐“๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ | Tomura Shigaraki
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐„๐„๐ - ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ | Dabi
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐„๐„๐ - ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ | Hawks
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐๐„๐“๐„๐„๐ - ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐›๐จ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง | Shota Aizawa
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ - ๐‹๐š๐œ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง + ๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ค๐š๐ค๐ž | Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi & Twice
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„ - ๐Ž๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐š๐ฅ | Overhaul
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๐–๐„๐„๐Š ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘ - ๐…๐‘๐„๐„๐’๐“๐˜๐‹๐„
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐“๐–๐Ž - ๐•๐จ๐ฒ๐ž๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ | Kento Nanami
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„ - ๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐”๐ฌ๐ž | Toji Fushiguro
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘ - ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ง๐š๐ง๐œ๐ฒ | Satoru Gojo
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„ - ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž | Zeke Yeager & Reiner Braun
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐’๐ˆ๐— -ย ๐–๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐’๐ž๐ฑ | Reiner Braun -
(@cyancherubโ€™s wheel of misfortune collab)
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐ - ๐‚๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐  | Dabi & Hawks
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ - ๐ƒ๐ƒ๐‹๐† + ๐’๐ข๐ณ๐ž ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ค | Toji Fushiguro
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๐…๐ˆ๐๐€๐‹ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐๐„ - ๐…๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐…๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  | Twice
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ - ๐‡๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐…๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  + ๐๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  | Zeke Yeager
๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„ - ๐‘๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ | Toji Fushiguro
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ยฉ 2021 fuwushiguro
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Thank you to everyone who interacts with this! I wanted to add here that this was a really stressful time for me, I did my best to write everything in advance for you all so that I wasn't missing days and falling behind. This is part of the reason I've been on hiatus with a lot of things! (I'm hoping to be back to regular writing by mid November since I'd like a break). I've been stressed, angry, upset, a lot of tears have been shed because this was a lot of pressure for me! I wanted to do my best to make it perfect since it's my first Kinktober and felt a certain pressure of not wanting to let anyone down.
That being said, I have been on emotional rollercoaster to write 31 days worth of stories. They're all varying length, but not a single one is under 1.3k words. I'm sure you can imagine how taxing that is! I've done this for free of my own accord. I did it for me, because I wanted to, but I also did it for you guys!
So with that, please be kind. If there's something you don't like, ignore it. I did my very best and I hope you all appreciate it as much as I appreciate everyone who follows me and the support I receive. Thank you, lots of love. Luxe x
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veenxys ยท 6 days ago
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ใ€ŒMaking out with BNHA Boysใ€
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tw; suggestive content !
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โคท Bakugou he likes it when you sit on the nearest surface with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. one of his hands on the side of your face/neck so he can hold you in place while kissing you like itโ€™s the first and last time; your forgotten spotify playlist playing in the background. his body is so big and hot against you as his strong arm wraps around you and closes all the little distance between you; he loves to suck and bite your bottom lip when you least expect it, and if you make the slightest moan, heโ€™ll laugh and call you needy. he also likes to pull away a little too often just so you can chase his lips; he loves to see that you need and want him just the same way he needs and wants you. he teasingly asks if you want to move into the bedroom and, before you can even answer, he picks you up and carries you there, leaving teasing kisses every now and then on your lips.
โคท Deku there is a smooth pattern of raindrops on the window; the netflix movie youโ€™re trying to get him to watch with you is now neglected as it only serves as background noise for the sounds of your lips moving in unison and he just sighs in contentment because even though he doesnโ€™t say it, he loves it when your lip gloss is smudged all over his lips; it tastes like you. his hands sliding lightly down your back as he leans you down to lie on the sofa; he settles between your legs and holds your thigh tightly with one hand as you wrap your legs around his waist; he canโ€™t help but moan against your mouth as he rolls his hips against yours.
โคท Kirishima
one minute, heโ€™s sitting on your hip while tickling you; but what was supposed to be a harmless banter quickly turned into an anxious and desperate makeout session. he lies on you, holding both your wrists with one hand above your head; the other hand holds the side of your face or neck while he is lost in your lips; he whispers sweet and soft breathy things and โ€œi love youโ€ between kisses or while he bites your neck. he warns you about leaving marks on him when you take his shirt off and kiss/bites his shoulder or his neck; but his gaze silently challenges you to do so.
โคท Todoroki
in the back seat of his car after a date; the city at night under dazzling, bright lights that even so far away, still light up your face with soft colors of blue and white. his lips are so soft and warm when you kiss them, itโ€™s slow and sweet at first, smiling against each otherโ€™s lips; the faint scent of his cologne on his sweatshirt makes your head dizzy and needy for him; you running your hands through his hair and pulling the ends a little makes him shiver and hold your face with one hand while the other pulls you into his lap. he groans when you roll your hips against his; blood pouring from his cheeks to awaken other more sensitive parts of his body. swallowing hard, trying desperately to silence the noises he wants to make when you continue, he starts sucking on that sensitive part just below your ear. he wants you so, so much.
โคท Denki
watching movies under big blankets at 3am; what started with light kisses all over your face, turns into you and denki curled up in each otherโ€™s arms, hugging and kissing until you get dizzy. he eventually rolls you onto your back, your lips chasing his; you whimper and tense up when he bites your lip and makes his way to your neck, kissing and teasing you. he canโ€™t help but shiver and whisper some curses against your neck when you run your nails down his back; he leans in to kiss you, but even more passionate and deeper, which makes you accidentally push your hips into his, making you both moan; but he quickly kisses you again, holding your waist so you don't pull away from him.
โคท Tamaki
happens on your couch; he loves the feel of your hands on him - in his hair, on his chest, on his shoulders but he mostly loves it when you put your hands on his neck, gently pulling his hair; he makes the softest noises when you slide your tongue into his mouth. itโ€™s times like this that he expresses his warm feelings for you in the form of gentle kisses and squeezes. he loves to call you cute nicknames between kisses because your reaction always makes his heart race even more. he smiles as you kiss his neck and shivers against you as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.
โคท Shinsou
he likes it when it happens in his bed; slow, lazy but passionate kisses; limbs entwined, unhurried as you take your time exploring each other. you two are topless with messy hair after he stroked your hair and vice versa; he rubs soft patterns on your bare skin, kissing them tenderly, which sends shivers down your spine. every touch is so sensual, so deliberate, so unique; breathlessly whispering โ€œi love youโ€ between kisses. heโ€™s letting you set the pace and your own timing because he wants you to feel as good as you make him feel.
โคท Hawks
everything happens so fast; one of you lost a game of uno and owes the other a kiss. what was supposed to be just a soft, tender kiss turned into a hot and anxious makeout session on the floor. you are incapable of getting tired of each other; even with your lips and bodies pressed together, the need to get closer is almost desperate. but you know him; heโ€™ll pretend he doesnโ€™t want to kiss you anymore by pulling away, just for you to pull him back and kiss him harder. he smiles mid-kiss before spreading wet kisses down the side of your neck. and you will feel him weak against you as he moans or whimpers if you return the favor and pull his hair; his hands roam all the places they can reach until he finds where he really wants.
โคท Dabi
he loves to put you on his lap; his vinyl records play on the background as his hands slide under your shirt. he loves to nibble on your ear and neck; his hot breath makes you shiver and arch in his lap as he whispers dirty things just to annoy you. you moan into his mouth as he teases you; nibbling your lips and kissing you until youโ€™re out of breath and before you can kiss him again, he lifts your chin with his fingers so he can kiss your neck while his hands slide down your back and squeeze your waist.
โคท Shigaraki
he loves to put you against the wall; wet, sloppy kisses but at the same time itโ€™s so intense they make you both moan against each otherโ€™s mouths; itโ€™s kind of rough, but extremely passionate. he loves to put his hand in your hair and, without you waiting, pulls it a little so he can kiss your neck; sucks up multiple bruises on your delicate skin and collarbone. he grunts and bites his lip when you pull his hair and kiss his jaw; he feels completely melted when you do this. he places one hand on the wall beside you as you make your way to his neck but with his other hand firmly on your waist. just when you think youโ€™re in control, he wraps his hand carefully around your throat, eyes shining with lust and challenge as if he asks what you think youโ€™re doing.
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แƒ“ย ft. bakugo, deku, todoroki, hawks, & dabi
แƒ“ย info & warnings: fluff
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แƒ“ BAKUGO always kisses you when he gets back home from workโ€”itโ€™s his ritual, you know that. and you happily accept them without complaint. so he expects today will be the same, even when he sees your cellphone held up to your ear. after slipping out of his shoes and dropping his bag at the door, his feet automatically carry him to you at your place on the couch. he leans down to give you a quick peck but you turn your head away and hold up a finger to tell him to wait a moment. he frowns in dissatisfaction at your shameless rejection of his kiss as you stand up and walk down the hall to continue your phone call in the privacy of your bedroom. with a scoff, he makes his way to the kitchen to get dinner started. itโ€™s several minutes later when he hears your footsteps approaching and feels your arms wrapping around his waist while heโ€™s occupied at the stove.ย โ€œhey. whereโ€™s my kiss?โ€ you question. he knows itโ€™s petty, but the words are spilling from his lips before he can stop them. โ€œtry again when iโ€™m not busy.โ€ you roll your eyes at his childish response, though, it was far from unexpected. โ€œi was talking to my mom, katsuki.โ€
แƒ“ DEKU is a little confused when he walks in the door and the house is silentโ€”no volume from the tv playing and your voice isnโ€™t echoing off the walls. heโ€™s been away from home for work for a couple days and thought youโ€™d be the first thing heโ€™d see when he walked through the door, but youโ€™re absent from the living room and the kitchen so he figures heโ€™ll be able to find you in your office. when he sees you perched in front of your computer with your headphones on, heโ€™s sure itโ€™s not the best time to announce his return. but itโ€™s been so long since heโ€™s last seen you and he just wants to pop in to let you know heโ€™s home. he quietly makes his way to your side, trying his best to stay out of frame from the camera recording you. his hand cups your cheek and you look up to him with wide eyes. he can see the excitement behind them, but all youโ€™re able to do is give his palm a quick kiss before refocusing on the work in front of you. every minute you spend in the meeting knowing that izuku is home is almost agonizing and youโ€™re eagerly telling your co-workers goodbye when itโ€™s called to an end. you find izuku unpacking in your shared bedroom, leaping into his arms like you wished you could have when he had first made his presence known.ย โ€œwelcome home, baby.โ€
แƒ“ TODOROKI wanders out from your bedroom and heads straight toward the living room where you had been stationed since heโ€™d come back home from work. his eyelids were heavy with sleep that heโ€™s been fighting off. he could have sworn that you said youโ€™d be making your way back to join him in bed soonโ€”and that was at least half an hour ago. he rounds the corner to find you still sitting on the couch, fingers tapping away at the keyboard of your laptop. he sits at your feet and rests his head up against your knee, waiting for the familiar feel of your hand combing through his hair but it never comes. he tilts his head back and peers up at you. โ€œare you feeling okay?โ€ you spare him a quick glance and a smile before looking back to your screen.ย โ€œiโ€™m fine. and i promise iโ€™ll be done soon.โ€ so he nods and stays quietly stationed below you until you finish your task. he loses count of the number of times his eyes drift shut and he absently jerks his head to stay awake. he could have stayed in the next room over and waited for you there, but he hates the thought of going to sleep without you in his arms. he almost misses the soft click your laptop emits, but gently sighs at your touch as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair.ย โ€œcome on, shoto. letโ€™s go to bed.โ€
แƒ“ HAWKS hears the turning of keys from down the hall, a sure signal of your arrival home. he always gets so bored when you leave him home by himself. the shows playing on the television arenโ€™t as entertaining when he isnโ€™t watching them with you. so he darts up from the couch to meet you at the door. your hands are full with bagsโ€”presumably from the grocery store, but he canโ€™t help but want to wrap you in a hug as soon as he can. with outstretched arms and a lazy smile playing at his lips, he stands expectantly, waiting for you to find your way into his arms. you nudge past him to hang your keys on the hook but thatโ€™s as far as you make it before his arms are wrapped around your midsection, successfully trapping you in his hold. โ€œwhere do you think youโ€™re going?โ€ he whispers in your ear, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you wiggle in his arms to try and free yourself, but his grip on you only tightens, refusing to let you escape. โ€œto put these away.โ€ you make a poor attempt at holding the bags up. your reasoning isnโ€™t enough for your boyfriend to consider releasing you. instead, he buries his head in the crook of your neck with no intention of letting you go. โ€œkeigo, please. thereโ€™s ice cream in one of these bags.โ€
แƒ“ DABI told himself that he should stop doing thisโ€”showing up to your place in the dead of night, and unannounced at that. it felt a little too normal to slip his boots and jacket off at your door before strolling down the hallway to your room. he pushed the door open to find you comfortably resting in bed, the space on the mattress beside you vacant and ready for him. the bed dipped under his weight as he snuggled up against the warmth of your body. the fact that you werenโ€™t alarmed at someone slipping into your bed spoke volumes of how often dabi snuck in at ungodly hours. his lips wasted no time pressing to your temple. you roused a bit, pulling the comforter up to your chin as you shifted away from him. โ€œmโ€™tired,โ€ you mumbled. he ignored your words, adjusting himself so he was right behind you once again, this time wrapping you in his arms and pulling you into your chest. he figured you must have been too sleepy to retaliate because instead of trying to wriggle out of his grasp, you melted into his hold, aimlessly reaching back to caress his cheek. he rests his chin on your shoulder and lets his eyes shut. he voices a quiet, โ€œmissed you,โ€ before reluctantly letting sleep wash over him.
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