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yanderenightmare · 5 months

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Can you do league of villain in a frat boy au where Dabi loses a bet and Shigaraki tells him that a night with you (Dabi’s cute little girlfriend) is what he wants in return

Shigaraki Tomura

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, drugging, mean Shiggy, none of reader's holes are safe...

fem reader

You weren’t too sure about dating Touya – or Dabi, as the rest of his shady friends call him – but you’d be lying if you said his wayward bad-boy persona didn’t stir up all those girly fantasies you’d spun ever since your first sexual awakening.

He stole you with those eyes of his – stove-top blue and narrowed at you with long mothlike lashes. That being said, you wished he wouldn’t drag you along for parties such as this.

You didn’t know anyone and didn’t want to either.

You tried speaking to the girl who seemed to be around your age, but the yellow of her eyes made you feel preyed on to the point that you went as far as flinching the moment she opened her mouth and showed you her fangs.

And Touya wasn’t paying you any attention either – lounging on the couch alongside a guy who seemed even more troubled. Cuts and cracks on his dry skin, wearing a dirty black hoodie ringed with dandruff you could spot from halfway across the room – messy silver curls escaping where he had it pulled over his head, casting shade over his beady red eyes – one with an old cut drawn over it.

They looked quite the menacing pair in the dark corner – two guys you’d never dare approach hadn’t you known Touya to be rather soft on the inside. Who knew, maybe the silver-haired one was the same – just a scared little boy with daddy issues?

Coming closer, you noticed they were arguing about something – though quietly, you understood that much with how sour Touya looked when you sat down beside him.

“What’s wrong, babe?” You asked softly, tangling your fingers gently within his while pouting up at him. “You want to leave?” You were only slightly ashamed to plant the idea – knowing you were asking out of your own selfish wishes to go home.

“Tch- He wants his girl to loosen up and drink something.” The friend in the other sofa nook scoffed, sliding you a red plastic cup with something brown and bubbly swirling inside it.

You looked at him and then at Touya, who didn’t do anything but give a lousy shrug.

Rather bored, you looked back at the offer and slipped your hand out of the staples and leather – reaching over the coffee table separating you from the red-eyed shut-in, you accepted what he held out for you to take and took a look within the flimsy cup – nose wrinkling at the smell, knowing it was just beer but feeling dejected either way.

“How ‘bout a game?” He asked then.

“Nah,” Dabi answered, even though the question was posed to you.

“Oh- come on~ it’s rude to reject the host.” He argued back in a drawl, his voice scratchy, even more so than Dabi’s smoke-rotten one – his eyes still directed towards you. “I promise you a fun time. What do you say, sweet pea?”

Your eyes shifted between Touya and the other boy. But your boyfriend wasn’t paying you much attention anyway – so you decided, why not?

“What kind of game?”

The one who'd asked snickered then. “Not a game you’ve played before, that’s for sure... but don’t be scared- Dabi here’ll help you out. You can be a team if it gets too hard for yah.” He had a condescending grin stretched across his face.

You felt an inch of regret at the sight of it, though it was paired with a contrasting will to prove him wrong.

Your pride defeated your regret. “That won’t be necessary.”

He visibly found your little act of confidence amusing, giving another dry chuckle before explaining. “In this game, losers can choose to take a drink or take something off.”

“Shig-” Dabi interjected lousily from the sidelines.

But he’s cut off. “What? It’s a party. Let goody-two-shoes make some mistakes-”

“How do you play?” You interrupt the squabble. After all, you weren’t some little girl. You’re fully capable of making your own decisions.

“See, patchface? She’s in.” The boy grinned again – his red eyes going from being narrowed at your boyfriend to looking giddy back at you – starting to explain. “It’s a game where we’ll get to know each other better. Taking turns asking each other questions.”

Your brows furrow. “How can you lose in a game like that?”

Again, his grin widens. “What? Never been asked a question you couldn’t answer?”

You think. “Like in class?”

The grin couldn’t widen anymore, so it split instead and turned into a dry cackle. “Fuckin’ hell, Dabi- where’d you find this one?”

Touya doesn’t answer. He seems angry about something. But it isn’t unusual behavior from the moody raven head.

Either way, the other boy doesn’t seem to mind – offering another chuckle before continuing. “How ‘bout I start asking the questions- since bleach-boy here doesn’t wanna play anyway?”

You’re still a little confused about how it’s all supposed to work, but you figure you’ll understand once he begins. “Ok…”

He licked his cracked lips at that, making you wonder if maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all...

“How many times have you given poor patchwork a taste?”

You go flushed, blurting out a weak-voiced “What?” with eyes wide, looking back at him as though half-expecting him to tell you he was just joking.

But it never came. Instead, he says, “You heard me.”

A few seconds pass while you process the premiss of the game, now understanding what he’d meant by questions you can’t answer.

You look down into your cup, swirling the brown liquid around in it before bringing it up to your lips and taking a swig.

“Tch- drinking already?” He scoffed. “Looks like I’mma win this easy.”

Your face scrunches at the taste on your tongue, but then you swallow. Setting your cup down while wiping your lips with your sleeve. “My turn?”

“No, you drink until you get the courage to answer my questions, then you get your turn.” He reveals, and a sigh leaves you while waiting for the next question, hoping it wouldn’t be as intrusive as the former.

But of course, it wouldn’t be a game otherwise.

“Was he your first?” The question rolls off his tongue lazily – his eyes gleaming knowingly. Offering a gleeful sneer once seeing you bring the cup back to your lips. Asking you another question while you chug it down. “You with him to piss Daddy off?”

“No.” You bark, putting your cup down with a bang – now glaring at him.

He leans further forward, staring vividly back at you. “Don’t lie.”

You don’t back down, narrowing your eyes at him in return. “I'm not lying.”

He cocks his head. “No? Why you’ with him then? Good girl like you? Don’t make much sense from where I'm sitting. Oh wait- I get it. He’s your little pet project, isn’t he? You wanna save him? Tutoring him at school, keeping his dick wet on the side.”

Your nails curl into your thighs and the cup in your other hand crackles from your tightening grip on it. Seething through your nose with a scowl on your face while listening to him.

He leans back against the sofa, nodding his cup at you. “Drink or take your top off.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “I’m with him ‘cause Touya’s a nice guy who fucks me good when I ask him to.”

You spot your boyfriend's head rising at your words, having been scrolling through his phone – now suddenly interested as though what you’d just said was something you shouldn’t have. Maybe he was embarrassed in front of his friend, but the way you saw it – this friend was not someone with an opinion to value.

“My turn?” You ask sharply but don’t bother waiting for an answer. “Where’d you get that scar? D’your Daddy give it to you?”

You spot his red eye twitch just a bit and take it as a victory. A smile tugging at the corner of your frown.

There’s a standstill for a small moment. But then he scoffs out a dry chuckle, this one a touch more strained than before. “Three sips, and she’s got bigger balls than you, patchwork.” His eyes don’t leave you while he says it, still staring.

You return it with a similar look, but not quite – his was more curious, whilst yours was just deathly.

“Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just a skin condition.”

You give a snort of disbelief at that. “Now, who’s lying?”

“My old man’s a piece of shit, but he didn’t raise a liar. And if he ever left a scar, it wouldn’t be a scratch as small as this.” He bites back. “My turn. You like it rough?”

You almost look at Touya, wanting to give him a look as though to tell him to get off his ass and beat the crap out of this disrespectful shit-eating asshole. But you think better of it. This is your fight, and Touya had already warned you not to play.

So you drink.

“You ever let him get at it from behind?” He pushes on.

And again, you drink.

“Does he suck on your tits and call you mommy?”

That’s it. “Shut up!” You bark, standing up in a flurry, wanting to leap over the table to strangle him – but as soon as you’re on your feet, you feel a sudden burden take your head.

“Wow- hey- you good?” Touya stands next to you, keeping you up by your arm – having saved you from barreling over.

He looks fuzzy in your eyes – blurry and in multiples – between three and five – you can’t count it.

“A’ight, come here- you’ve just had a bit too much to drink-” Even his voice is hard to place, a muddled echo so far away yet inside your head all at the same time. “Let's lie down- and you can sleep it off...”

You feel groggy, or… you can’t really feel anything at all, and the feeling in itself reminds you of sleep – no, it’s heavier than that – feverish – reminding you of the type of exhaustion that forces you to fall asleep.

“Take me home…” You whine drowsily, curling the fabric of his hoodie in a fist while leaning on him for support – head soon too heavy to hold on your own, so you rest it against his chest.

You think you hear him give you an “Okay,” followed by the distant feeling of your feet being swept from the floor before the pressure of whatever clouding your mind finally snuffs you out.

You don’t know how much time passes before you feel yourself again – slowly waking.

You hear sounds – voices, you think – but they’re muddled, and for a while, you think they come from behind the walls. But after some time, you eventually realize they’re inside the room with you.

“Not yet. She isn’t ready.” One of the voices says.

“It’s not like she’ll feel anything.” Another argues.

“She’ll feel it in the morning.” The first insists.

You think you recognize his voice.

“Fuck that- you do it if it’s so important to you.” The other finalizes.

Someone’s touching you, you slowly realize – but any reaction after the understanding never comes.

Both of them are touching you, you register – but still, any thoughts you have around the discovery are still left undecided.

You think you’re naked. But your skin is so numb they might as well be touching you through several layers of cotton. But no, you think something’s inside you.

You’re able to blink your eyes open after a minute or more – it’s still hard to tell. You look down or forward – either way, over and passed the cleft of your tits – between your legs.

There’s a nest of black hair there, bobbing up and down.

You recognize his tongue piercing, lapping over your clit while his lanky fingers scissor your gummy insides in those soft spots he’d taught you about.

You grasp it more once you place it, moaning at the feeling. “Touya~”

His blue eyes look up at the sound of his name. There’s a look in them you’ve never seen before. If you’d seen it on anyone else, you’d say it looked anxious. But this was Dabi, and you don’t think the feeling could ever register with him.

“Fuck- she didn't drink everything…” He mumbles beneath his breath.

But not to you, it would seem.

There’s movement next to you, something or someone. Your eyes won’t focus enough to see what or who it is. It’s too dark anyway.

“Touya, what’s-”

It picks up your arm. It – being a dark figure. You think it has long hair. Its hands are cold.

It drops your arm again, and then it talks. “Doesn't matter. Looks like the drug did its job anyway- she’s just gonna be awake for the fun.”

The panic is beginning to brew now – though slowly – you’re still confused, still too numb to really understand what’s going on or even care to try and figure it out.

The figure shuffles. Its knee dips into the mattress you’re on.

“You can piss off now.” It says.

Then you feel it crawl on top of you.

You’re scared now. Struggling for air that seems to come all too slowly, only barely enough to satiate the growing need in your chest.

The words are starting to make sense, dawning on you like a crash, when the slight inkling of what’s happening festers in your mind, making you rigid all over.

Then, the warmth of Touya disappears, and you're left to feel both panicked and cold and desperately hopelessly alone.

“No, please, Touya- don't go- don't leave me-” You beg in a weak-voiced moan.

You tried to make it louder, but nothing within you seemed to have the strength. It was a struggle to even make the words at all.

“Forget about him. He can't help you.” Whatever on top of you dismisses, accompanied by its gritty fingers taking a pinching hold around your jaw, digging its fingernails into the chub of your cheeks, and directing you to look up, only for you to see those awful beady red eyes you’d been dreading. “Focus on me, sugar-tits.”

You whine. Sobbing out a last undiscernible outcry for Touya, but you fear he’s already left the room.

Either way, the sight of your pretty eyes quickly welling with tears, soon pouring down in thick streams, makes that dreadful smile above you only crease wider.

He lifts your thighs, draping them atop his own, spreading them on either side of his hips while he sags over you – his breath on your cheek as the ghosting feel of his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Promise~ you’ve never been fucked like this before~” He huffed with a lick, followed shortly by the crisp and sharp sounds of metal unbuckling.

“Stop- don’t-” You whimper out between mushed lips, but it’s swallowed by an unwanted kiss.

It’s wet – tongue first, then teeth, then words. “Dabi has this disillusion that you’re too soft to handle anything…” His kisses don’t stop – sucking your lip between his before smacking off to continue the thought. “But I knew it from the moment I saw you...”

Something heavy and warm flopped out onto your stomach, then drew back to rub against the soft chub of your pussy. Touya had left you swollen and wet, and the guy he’d left you with was reaping all that had been sown – smacking the spine of what you sobbed to know was his erect shaft right in the wet of your messy slit with a chilling squelch.

“You need it rough, don't you, little slut?” He finished off, running the fat bulge of his cockhead between your pussylips until it caught your pretty coin-sized hole – pushing in without another spared second.

You gave a louder whine – thighs tensing, wanting to shut but kept apart by his hips thrusting forward until kneading into your plush underside.

“Oh, you don't like that? Don't like being called slut?” He babied with a grunt. “Or don’t like getting raw cock?”

Snickering under his breath, he gave another nudge as he bottomed out even deeper, bullying into that very intimate and vulnerable spot that made your entire body curl – rigid from the sting of feeling his entire shaft nestled within you, squeezing it tight for purchase with toes curling in the air.

He groaned at the grip, staying stored up to the hilt within you for a long moment – savoring the feel.

“Tch- your cunt, swallowing me all tight and wet- tells me different- bratty fuckin’ slut. I fuckin’ knew it-”

You held your breath, letting it slip when he dragged out – beginning to sob from the pain once he started pounding.

He still held your face – now locking his palm over your lips instead, keeping your cries muffled while his face dipped down to your neck – sucking new bruises atop the old ones given to you by Dabi.

“Tch- fucker gave me a condom. What a fuckin’ pussy-” He laughed hotly, strained as he shoved himself inside your choke-hole, which slowly surrendered to his size – stuffed so air-tight, slick escaped and smeared your thighs with a glossy sheen, running in slim lines down your ass. “Guess this cunt’s never gotten a real taste.”

He pushed himself so much deeper than Touya had ever done – greedily pounding his tip in all the way – making it feel as though he was trying to break into your womb – forcing your body to arch off the bed, tensing and throttling him tight – squealing your throat raw into his salty palm with hot tears now streaming thick down your face.

His other hand was squeezing your tit just as greedily, sinking his blunt nails into the soft fat, leaving dents in the flesh.

“Lucky you, gettin’ your first creampie.” He hissed, giving your nipple one last pull before motioning down to the plush of your stomach, pushing down until he could feel where his head was ramming into you. “Don't worry, Sweet-tits, I’ll dump all of it deep inside you so you can feel it right here in your belly.”

His tongue was fat and flat, slurping your neck with eager growls while you kept your eyes squeezed shut, wanting to disappear – wishing Touya to come back – even if to tell you it was all some joke – that it was somehow not real. It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real. It can’t be real.

But it is.

And you know it for certain once you feel the first spurt of that ruining warmth fill you.

His hips stagger against the underside of your thighs – cock sleaved to the base with the pudge of his balls nudged sweetly against your taint – clamping up, squeezing them free of jizz as he dumped it all into the deepest coziest part of you – releasing a throaty groan right at your ear all the way up until the very last drop pilled out and into you.

“Heh- milk’t it all,” He breathed with a short laugh a minute later. “I knew you were a dirty slut.”

His hand dragged off your mouth, only to stuff two digits inside it, pushing your tongue down while releasing a fat drop of spit down your throat.

“A mommy-boy like Dabi wouldn’t know the first thing of what to do with a snooty brat like you...” He says, rubbing slow and steady circles into that stuffed place of your belly – knowing he'd just painted it white. He stayed inside you until his cock hardened again. “You’re better off being my cumrag~ I’ll teach all these holes how to take cock- next up is your tight little ass-”

The drug wanes after a few hours, but you’re slicked in flakey cum from your forehead all the way down to your toes and too exhausted to move much more than a finger. You feel it trickle out from both your holes – mouth sticky with it.

“That’s a pretty slut~ lie in it like the filthy cum-whore you are. You earned it.”

You can only croon in response. Head muddy, eyes glazed.

“Say cheese, slut.”

There’s a flash.

“Bet Dabi won’t want you back after seeing this.”

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reallyromealone · 11 months

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No quirk au

Parks

Dabi x son reader

Fluff - no quirk - child reader

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷

Dabi was groggy as he prepared a bottle for his eight month old, the tattoo artist holding his son on his hip "calm your shit, it's ready in a sec" dabi grumbled as he checked the bottle, deeming it safe enough for his kid.

Being a single dad wasn't easy, Dabi ran away from home as a teen from his own shitty dad, Enji Todoroki.

He changed his name and started a new life... then (name) came along.

A one night stand and Dabi got full custody as the mom wanted nothing to do with the little guy who absolutely adored his dad, the tattoo artist dressing his son up in matching outfits or similar outfits more often than not.

(Name) was definitely a daddy's boy, the man wanting to give more to his son than his dad gave to him.

He went to the play dates, he played with his son and even went to the daycare events.

"Let's get you into something cool" Dabi mumbled, wandering as his son ate.

(Name)s closet was a mix of gifts from his friends and stuff Dabi bought, with his free hand he picked out a simple outfit knowing his kid was going to be a menace at the park today.

Dabi stood out at the park, covered in tattoos and all black and sunglasses he wore compared to the other parents.

Dabi gently pushed his son in the infant swing, (name) squealing as he was pushed gently and little feet kicking when he got close to his dad "look at you go" Dabi comments with a soft smile, eventually taking his son out and letting (name) out, the babe just figuring out walking and Dabi wanted every opportunity for him to practice.

(Name) was out cold in Dabis arms as he returned home, the single dad happy his son had such a good day at the park, he was glad he could give his son what he never got.

#bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #dabi x male reader #dabi x reader #child male reader #male reader #x male reader

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flamingtouya · 2 months

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𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞) —

pairing: dabi + f!reader

word count: 4381

cw: getting to know each other (against your better intuition), flirting, bad flirting,some explicit language but nothing too bad, no quirk AU, dabi commits a crime or two

summary: In which Dabi meant to text Toga instead of a random stranger. But these things happen, and you were never one to shy away from troublesome men. This whole thing is told entirely through text messages.

a/n: check out my AO3 for different formatting! :)

Mar 02 10:07 PM

Unknown: Grab bleach while you’re out Unknown: And paper towels

You: who is this??

Unknown: So funny

You: u got the wrong number my guy

Unknown: Shit Unknown: You don’t happen to have some bleach at your disposal rn?

You: try the convenience store You: where’s the body at, anyways

Unknown: Ohara street by the fitness park, you should come check it out

You: sounds enticing You: i’ve always wanted to be on a true crime podcast

You: sort of expected myself to be the alive one though

Unknown: I was taught that women tend to be smart about stranger danger and stuff Unknown: You're out to prove me wrong

You: how’d you know i’m a woman? 🤨

Unknown: U sound cute Unknown: And men don’t listen to true crime

You: that’s so sexist You: and correct You: you'd do numbers on reddit

Mar 03 00:16 AM

You: hey don’t leave now

Mar 03 00:34 AM

Unknown: Had a body to take care of

You: you didn’t wait for me? :(

Unknown: … Unknown: Are u fr

You: ofc not You: i don’t hang out with edgelords

Unknown: Whatever u r probably boring anyways

You: entertaining enough for u to keep texting me

Unknown: We all have our moments of weakness

Mar 03 01:09 AM

Unknown: So wyd

You: you don’t have anybody else to bother?

Unknown: I do Unknown: I want to bother you tho

You: damn, what’d i do to deserve this

Unknown: Is that a complaint

You: i have uni tomorrow and ur buzzing keeps waking me up

Unknown: Mute your phone, stupid

You: can’t mute unknown numbers

Unknown: Save this one then Unknown: Or block me idc

You: what name should i put it under

Unknown: Dabi

You: lmao i knew you were an edgelord

Dabi: Stfu

You: good night to you too

Mar 03 07:58 AM

You: fuck

Mar 03 3:56 PM

Dabi: Did you miss me that bad

Mar 03 4:32 PM

You: i overslept and am blaming you entirely

Mar 03 5:19 PM

Dabi: Sucks to be a useful member to society

You: why what do you do

Dabi: I'm actually a bit of a part-time freelancer, you regular uni folk just wouldn't get it

You: freelancing around ohara at 1 in the morning sounds like the truly fulfilling purpose we all long for You: did you just get up

Dabi: Hey now Dabi: Yes Dabi: I’m still in bed technically, looking at the ceiling fan is so interesting when I don't want to move a muscle

You: you are everything I am jealous of

Dabi: I promise you it’s not that good

You: first time a guy’s been honest right away. i applaud u

Dabi: Omg no way

Mar 03 5:40 PM

You: no way what

Dabi: No way you said something witty

Dabi: Maybe you’re fun after all

You: i’ll have u know that deep down, i’m just a fragile being trying to make it thru this bitch of a world, running on fumes and caffeine all while chasing a childhood dream that i'll never be able to reach anyways because of my parents' expectations of me crushing my soul

Dabi: Damn, being vulnerable already

You: your turn

Dabi: I’m not sad. My life is great and my parents never expected anything of me

Dabi: That was a lie

You: so you’re a liar

Dabi: I suppose I might be

You: that counts as being vulnerable. i’m so proud of us. <3

Mar 03 9:12 PM

You: you probably have daddy issues

Mar 03 11:34 PM

Dabi: Mind your business

You: so i’m right

Dabi: Nosy sounds more like it

You: that’s a yes then

Dabi: When I tell you he SUCKS so bad

You: LMAO You: i’m guessing you don’t particularly like your family then

Dabi: It's not the type of stuff I'd tell anybody, especially not to some nosy individual whose number is one or two digits off

You: alright i’ll stop digging You: wait how old are you You: am i talking to some 50 y/o dude You: please no

Mar 04 00:02 AM

Dabi: Chill I’m 48

Mar 04 00:06 AM

You: say sike right now You: if u rly are then i’m half your age

Dabi: You thought Dabi: Are you actually 24 tho

You: give or take a few days lol

Dabi: When’s your birthday

You: do you want my social and tax numbers while we’re at it

Dabi: Stfu I wanna see if I’m older

You: 🤨 You: it’s at the end of this month

Dabi: Baby

You: are u flirting with me or insulting me

Dabi: Can’t I be doing both

Mar 04 06:30 AM

You: love me a guy who can multitask You: did you ever get your bleach and paper towels

Mar 04 11:11 AM

You: it’s 11:11 make a wish

Mar 04 2:02 PM

You: my wish is that you’d commit to a humane sleeping schedule

Mar 04 2:59 PM

Dabi: Anybody hear sum

You: i heard you’re a lazy bitch You: who doesn’t even do his own grocery shopping

Dabi: Maybe I do. Maybe I got the bleach all on my own like a big boy

You: X

Dabi: What's that mean

You: X for doubt You: it’s a meme

Dabi: Here I thought we were about to get spicy 😔

You: ew

Dabi: I was joking Dabi: …unless

You: has anybody ever told you that your flirting is immaculate

Mar 04 7:10 PM

Dabi: What do you study

You: are you trying to find out my location

Dabi: Let it be known I’m terrible at geography and if I wanted to stalk you I'd already be on it

You: that’s a consolation You: forensic science You: i actually can’t wait for the semester to be over bc my professor is one of the most annoying individuals i have ever had the displeasure of meeting

Dabi: So you do have bleach

You: never said i didn’t

Dabi: What do I have to do to make the list of annoying individuals. What's my current score

You: we haven’t met You: and i’m not sure if i’d survive u

Dabi: You have a point, I'm super nice tho

You: bet You: are you handsome You: asking for a friend You: the handsome ones are usually more annoying

Dabi: I'll say I’m frighteningly unique-looking

You: ...well played

Mar 04 10:09 PM

Dabi: My boss is making me do errand work in the morning like I'm some kind of functioning human being with principles Dabi: The next piercing I’m getting is a lobotomy

You: thought you were “freelancing”

Dabi: Freelancing only gets you so far. You'll understand when you're my age

You: can't imagine what the back pain must be like You: do you have a tongue piercing 👀

Dabi: Perhaps I do

You: u r so mysterious You: tell me an opinion

Dabi: Mint ice cream makes my teeth feel weird

You: that’s not an opinion

Dabi: Alright, more foods should have mint in them. And coriander. I want to make things inedible for 80% of the human population

You: nvm keep your opinions to yourself

Mar 05 02:26 AM

Dabi: I've gotta burn this number. Txt u in a few

Mar 05 05:16 AM

You: what are you, some kind of druglord This message could not be delivered.

You: I knew it This message could not be delivered.

Mar 0512:03 PM

You: ayo are you still there This message could not be delivered.

You: this is only funny if you come clean right now This message could not be delivered.

Mar 05 4:16 PM

You: "text you in a few" minutes? hours? days? This message could not be delivered.

You: just know that if it takes to long i'll forget about u This message could not be delivered.

You: won't even miss u This message could not be delivered.

Mar 06 09:00 AM

You: hello is this thing on This message could not be delivered.

Mar 07 3:15 PM

You: my social security number is 6007 0023 6799 0324 This message could not be delivered.

Mar 07 8:46 PM

You: eggs, vinegar, panko, sprite, sliced ham, parmesan, deodorant sencha if they have the good one ground pepper, lemon juice This message could not be delivered.

Mar 08 04:44 AM

Unknown: Am I still the man of ur dreams

You: I'm killing you You: violently

Unknown: I was hoping softly Unknown: With your song

You: are these messages being monitored You: am i a suspect

Unknown: If they were, could I write that I'm a ruthless baby killer anti-government fuck the police pro abortion the prime minister is an idiot bomb. bomb at the airport, terrorism, detonate Unknown: I guess now they are

Dabi was added as a contact.

You: just when i thought i'd have to find another witty asshole with a tongue piercing

Dabi: Aw you missed me Dabi: Does my tongue piercing make me hot be honest

You: what are my chances of getting an explanation for the past few days You: are u a murderer fr, that would be so cool You: i totally didn't use our abandoned chat as a grocery list btw

Dabi: The only thing I slay is pussy 😎

You: somehow i have doubts about that statement You: animal abuse is no joke

Dabi: I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100, if you guess it correctly I'll tell u everything

You: 69

Mar 08 08:21 AM

Dabi: It was 72 Dabi: Because you were so close I'll give u one free question. But I want another one in return

You: you're a dirty little gremlin who plays dirty little games You:: do i get to ask a follow-up question

Dabi: No

You: in that case You: which of the following activities did you partake in? 1.) vandalism 2.) drug dealing 3.) drug trafficking 4.) violent crimes 5.) violent crimes that resulted in the death of one or more individuals 6.) assisting someone in a violent crime 7.) assisting someone in a non-violent crime 8.) theft 9.) robbery 10.) hate crimes against a minority 11.) politically motivated acts of defiance 12.) consumption of illegal substances 13.) running and/or hiding from law enforcement 14.) domestic terrorism 15.) human trafficking 16.) money laundering 17.) having a good time

Dabi: What the fuck Dabi: What is this, a multiple choice? Dabi: 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 13 Dabi: My turn Dabi: What's your favourite food

You: fr, just like that You: that's your one question out of everything you could ask? am i really that boring

Dabi: I ask what I ask

You: spicy miso ramen with minced pork You: can we go back to the part where you ran from law enforcement

Dabi: Don't we all have demons that we run from Dabi: Mine are just a bit more persistent

Mar 08 10:52 AM

You: i want another question

Dabi: If you come up with one that's not related to the past few days, go ahead

You: fine i'll take it You: have you ever been caught and gotten in legal trouble for one of your… dubious activities

Dabi: Yeah

You: …and?

Dabi: That's another question. Gonna trade?

You: fine

Dabi: When I was 16, two Officers Of The Law 🐷 caught me dumpster diving behind a 7/11 Dabi: The dumpster diving wasn't the crime but because it was on private property they charged me with trespassing

You: damn, that's a lot of truth from u in just two sentences You: i wanna know ur tragic backstory so bad

Dabi: You could try to get me all sentimental for the 6 minutes after really good sex before the post nut clarity sets in

You: uh huh, taking notes You: anyway. you get one question. think hard

Dabi: If you couldn't have minced pork on your ramen, what would your second topping choice be

You: you're impossible

Mar 08 1:27 PM

You: tori karaage or extra ni-tamago i guess

Mar 08 2:23 PM

Dabi: Doesn't the Karaage lose its crispiness if it's in the broth for too long Dabi: I wouldn't know

You: please let me recommend you a good ramen place, you seem like you'd need it

Dabi: You have no idea. Take me out

You: like romantically? or are you asking me to murder you

Dabi: I love surprises

You: i just laughed out loud in the middle of my lecture

Mar 08 7:18 PM

Dabi: Need your forensic expertise for a sec

You: …oh no

Dabi: It's a purely hypothetical scenario

You: alright lay it on me big boy

Dabi: If a 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person were to climb over a 4,60 meter high fence that has electrical wiring on it Dabi: What would the most likely way for them to die be?

You: this is not forensic at all You: how strong is the electricity You: is there a way to shut it off You: where would you hold onto the fence You: can it be damaged

Dabi: Not me, a 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person

You: where would THE 176 CM TALL AND 67 KG HEAVY PERSON HOLD ONTO THE FENCE

Dabi: The only points that provide decent grip surface are the hooks holding the wires in place

You: so the most likely way to die would be electrocution You: will that be all

Dabi: How would one determine whether the electricity has been properly shut off Dabi: In the theoretical scenario that you couldn't get close enough to hear

You: the 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person should tap the wiring from the bottom with the back of their hand You: that way their fingers curl downwards and not around the wire You: so the person won't DIE from ELECTROCUTION

Mar 09 00:08 AM

Dabi: Excellent Dabi: Gonna do some field research Dabi: Will report back in maybe a day

Mar 09 08:01 AM

You: i'm gonna be so mad if you die before you've had decent karaage This message could not be delivered.

Mar 11 6:10 PM

Unknown: So it turns out that the person did not have to climb the fence after all. Pliers are such useful tools Unknown: Thanks for the electricity tip tho

Mar 11 6:39 PM

Dabi was added as a contact.

You: you're so hot when you're alive

Mar 11 9:14 PM

Dabi: Do u think I'm a catch 😏

You: judging by the way law enforcement is trying to get their hands on you, i'd say you're pretty slippery

Dabi: The slipperiest Dabi: You couldn't handle me

You: i'd trap you using cheese and a paper box You: put you in a jar and turn you into spicy miso broth

Dabi: Would you hold the jar tight at night and tell me everything's going to be okay

You: of course

Dabi: I'm liking this scenario

Mar 12 01:07 AM

Dabi: Ever thought about what Mint Karaage would taste like

Mar 12 01:23 AM

You: i need u

Dabi: Tell me more

You: to shut your mouth

Dabi: Are you trying to romance me

Mar 12 07:15 AM

You: i'm actually so upset right now You: can i vent

Mar 12 07:27 AM

Dabi: Listening Dabi: Am I gonna have to get the tissues out

You: you're not empathetic enough for that

Dabi: How would you know

You: call it a woman's intuition You: i just need someone to bother about my hot girl troubles

Dabi: Let's hear it girl Dabi: Men ain't shit 💅

You: damn right they aren't You: but unrelated to that You: i ran out of my medication a few days ago and thought if i stretched the remaining 3 pills to last me 6 days i'd be able to make it till the end of the week You: now my doctor's office is closed and i can't seem to get an appointment anywhere You: and i'm super jittery and on edge and almost had a panic attack just trying to make coffee

Dabi: What type of medication

You: Ativan You: it's prescription only

Dabi: Nothing is ever "prescription only"

You: i'm not gonna try some experimential backalley drug You: just feel like dying rn

Dabi: Who said anything about backalley? You actually came to the right guy for this Dabi: What's the name of the nearest druggery

You: ...fukuju pharmacy

Dabi: So I've been talking to a Setagaya girl

You: only moved here for uni, hate to disappoint if ur expecting a wealthy maiden

Mar 12 10:02 AM

Dabi: Don't you feel like getting a snack from the vending machine Dabi: Specifically the one next to the pharmacy Dabi: A bag of skittles sounds nice, doesn't it?

You: ? ? ?

Mar 12 10:34 AM

You: did you commit a crime for me You: how did you get your hands on actual fucking Ativan this fast

Dabi: I don't kiss and tell

You: did you follow me home You: is this how i die

Dabi: You make it so hard to be nice to you Dabi: What do you think I am, a creep

You: if you were here i'd suck you off so good rn

Dabi: Whore Dabi: (Respectfully)

You: lmao ur right You: thank you for real though

Dabi: Stfu

Mar 12 1:33 PM

Dabi: Do u like cats

You: yes

Dabi sent an image.

Dabi: Noodle thieving menace

You: 🥹 You: that has got to be the fattest street cat i’ve ever seen

Dabi: He’s hella fast

You: how does it feel to be the one chasing the culprit for once

Dabi: Not nearly as thrilling as being the one committing the crime

Mar 13 00:00 AM

Unknown: Congratulations! You have been selected as an eligible member for a free trial of Osaka Daily Post. Unknown: If you would like information about your benefits, reply 'BENEFIT' Unknown: If you would like to stop receiving these messages, reply 'STOP'

You: i know it's you shithead

Unknown: Your message could not be processed.

You: this is the unfunniest you've ever been ngl

Unknown: Your message could not be processed.

You: you're truly one of the most annoying individuals in my life

Unknown: Your message could not be processed.

You: STOP

Unknown: LMAO you thought

Dabi was saved as a contact.

You: i'm reconsidering if the tongue piercing is really worth it 😤

Mar 13 04:55 AM

Dabi: Any particular reason why you chose forensics

Mar 13 06:09 AM

You: i've always admired criminals but been to scared to become one You: and if i know about psychotic assholes it might help me to steer clear of them, or so i thought

Dabi: Is it working

You: evidently not

Dabi: Use me in ur thesis Dabi: I'll be your lab rat

You: nah you're more beneficial to me when you're not stuck behind bars You: what do you have me saved as in your phone

Dabi: I don't save contacts Dabi: Especially not yours Dabi: You mean nothing to me

You: aww do you know my number by heart, that's adorable You: i'm kinda genuinely impressed at how persistent you are at bothering me, it's almost like you like me or smth

Dabi: No fr though lmao if anybody finds my phone you'd be on a list

You: do u delete these chats

Dabi: Always

You: that's so romantic You: admit it you're actually a softie

Dabi: Would that make you more interested in me Dabi: Then I'm the softest

You: what do i need to do to make you the hardest

Dabi: ... Dabi: There's absolutely no correct way for me to respond to that Dabi: You've left me speechless

You: 🥵🥵

Dabi: What's your worst quality Dabi: Besides being an irresistible smartass Dabi: *irritating

You: was that a freudian slip You: you're so obsessed with me it's adorable

Dabi: Proving my point so diligently

You: you don't seem like the kind of person who would use words like 'diligently' You: i'm rather talkative at times You: to the point where it gets unbearable to listen to me

Dabi: I never would've guessed

You: what's yours? You: besides the obvious

Dabi: Still putting up with you

Mar 13 7:45 PM

Dabi: Wyd

You: i burned my rice a little You: but it's edible

Dabi: Don't you have a rice cooker? Who raised you

You: my very strict but sweet and committed grandmother who made the best teriyaki salmon in the whole world You: i'd kill another human being to eat her home cooked food one more time

Dabi: So your parents ain't shit either

You: eh, they're alright You: they're Business People overseas and aren't around a whole lot, means i get my own place though You: so i can have visitors at any desired hour 😏

Dabi: Omg sick Dabi: Me next

You: it was implied

Mar 13 11:11 PM

Dabi: Ok but do u actually wanna meet up sometime Dabi: No strings attached ofc

You: i'm down

Dabi: What if I'm a creep after all

You: if anything, it means i won't have to attend my lecture about carbon dots tmrw

Dabi: I can't tomorrow Dabi: What about the day after Dabi: I'll give u my credit card info if it makes you feel more safe, don't bother trying to buy anything with it tho, you'll be disappointed

You: you may not show it a whole lot, but are you actually a considerate person? You: the day after sounds good

Dabi: Preem

You: oreryu shio ramen, right by harajuku station You: about time you had some good karaage You: my treat You: unless that's too far away for u

Dabi: I would fly across the world for u Dabi: Yes Harajuku works fine

Mar 14 08:49 AM

You: how will i recognise u You: what do u look like

Dabi: As my dad once said. I'm impossible to miss

You: i laughed

Dabi: Guess it was all worth it then Dabi: Do tattoos scare you

You: i was gonna ask cause there's no way you got only a tongue piercing and nothing else You: stand there with your tongue out

Dabi: Shouldn't we at least get to know each other before 😳

You: don't get any ideas You: i don't intend to fuck u You: ...for now

Dabi: That's a relief, I thought I might have to file a restraining order afterwards

Mar 14 1:42 PM

Dabi sent an image.

Dabi: If u see this guy u can still run the other way

You: hhh fuck You: are u trying to intimidate me You: how do you have so many tattoos but no bedframe

Dabi: Cut me some slack, I just moved into this place

You: fair warning i'm not as hot as u

Dabi: Bet

You sent an image.

Dabi: Why do women always lie. I thought you were better. I thought you were different

You: 😳 You: i'm actually worse

Dabi: We're such a good match

You: don't get ahead of urself. u r still a guy with no bedframe

Dabi: Please shut up

Mar 14 4:16 PM

Dabi: To be clear I'm not bringing flowers or anything Dabi: And I'm actually willing to let you pay this time lol

You: you have such a unique way with words

Dabi: A bit tight on money rn but I'll pay u back some other way

You: can we make that the first line in our sextape You: dw i said it's my treat and i mean it You: does that make you feel emasculated

Dabi: Who would I be to say no to free food tf Dabi: If there's a next time I can take you out for drinks Dabi: Nothing fancy but an old friend of mine owns a bar downtown and his girlfriend mixes a killer mule

You: if you're gonna poison me after gaining my trust over my favourite food i will be incredibly sad

Dabi: Give me some credit here. I'm trusting u to not rat me out to law enforcement

You: you're giving me ideas You: is there a bounty on your head

Dabi: I'm not that important

Mar 14 9:44 PM

You: so you're just too good to get caught

Dabi: Both flattering and factually correct Dabi: For the record I've never harmed anybody that didn't deserve it

You: thanks for clarifying You: i feel so safe now

Dabi: Anytime Dabi: If you're having second thoughts lmk before 10 am so I won't spend time getting ready for nothing

You: 10 am is crazy You: u r so vain

Dabi: Alright then I won't 😔

You: i take it back You: be pretty for me

Mar 15 5:30 AM

You: can't sleep

Mar 15 7:12 AM

Dabi: How the turntables Dabi: Are you alright

You: yes You: it's the good kind of sleepless

Dabi: It's fine if you're having second thoughts, I won't hold it against you at all Dabi: Just texting like this is nice too

You: fuck no i wanna meet the man behind the screen You: the myth, the legend, the crimelord himself

Dabi: I'm never showing consideration for ur wellbeing ever again

You: should've ghosted me before i got attached

Mar 15 9:54 AM

Dabi: Last chance to bail gracefully

You: you make it so tempting

Dabi: Getting out of bed then

You: it's not a bed if it doesn't have a bedframe

Dabi: Shut, and I mean this in the gentlest way possible, the hell your mouth

Mar 15 12:08 PM

Dabi sent a location pin.

Dabi: Is this the place

You: that's the one You: be there in a few minutes

Dabi: I'm waiting outside

Mar 15 12:13 PM

You: omg i think i see u You: im shy

Dabi: U literally have so much blackmail material on me

You: give me a second You: alright I'm coming over This message could not be delivered.

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nullcommanull · 11 months

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Employee No. 2 for the Waffle House AU!

Our one and only „Dabi“!

The smug guy with daddy issues who does his best at avoiding all the tedious work. He prefers spending most of his time on smoking breaks.

#bnha #fanart #mha #dabi #touya #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha dabi #my hero acedamia #boku no hero acedamia #bnha art #bnha fanart #bnha au #waffle house au #null art

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pinkykats-place · 9 months

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Male Reader x bnha male character(s)

Tumblr Recommendations

Disclaimers!

The stories linked are NOT mine.

Most contain mature content.

Gif not mine.

Note: if you read and enjoy any of these stories - please like, leave a comment and/or reblog original post!

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character(s): Class 1-A and bits w/ Aizawa Shouta [platonic]

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Ghostly Prince

Reader x Bakugou, Midoriya, Sero

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Dirty Thoughts for a Clean Man

Overhaul x male reader

NSFW fic

Dabi x male!Reader

Summary: Reader helps Dabi dye his hair and feelings are revealed.

Warning: smut is mentioned but not explicitly written

not scary at all (nsfw)

ojiro x virgin!male!reader

warnings: virgin reader, crying, slight mention of a breeding kink kinda

dumbed down (NSFW)

m!reader x denki kaminari

smut!

tw: dumbification, toys, daddy k

SATURDAY NIGHT (nsfw)

[ I. Midoriya x Male!Reader ]

Summary: aged up au with smut

❝ 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 ❞

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Teaser ➤ Izuku realizes he must act to get what he wants.

been fantasizin! (nsfw)

izuku midoriya x male reader

WARNINGS: heat cycles, bunny quirk, ear-pulling, creampie (x2), toy use, overstimulation, manhandling, dacryphilia, soft dom!izuku, praise, kissing, drool/spit, body worship, dirty talk, breeding mention, use of the word “pussy” as a synonym for (ass)hole, amab reader

do it again (nsfw)

aizawa shouta x himbo!male reader

cw: mentions of creampie(s), large chest (pecs), teasing, anal, headlocks, fingerhooking, drool/spit, dumbification, veryyy minor dirty talk

Hawks x top male reader

Smut fic

SOFTSPOT (nsfw)

aizawa shouta x male reader

WARNING: amab reader, praise, degradation, spitting, dirty talk, crybaby!reader, himbo!reader, fingering, anal, nipple play, chest mentions, use of the words ‘tits’ in a mocking manner, dumbification, mutual masterbation, sadism, humiliation, creampie

Hitoshi Shinso x Male! Reader

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 1 year

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❝ Just like that, baby ❞

Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader | AU, Dabi works as a body piercer, probably inaccurate description of getting pierced | nsfw, smut, p**n with some plot | sub. bttm. reader | wc: 4k

warnings: daddy kink, spit fixation (?), fingering, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, degradation, squirting, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though)

masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3

[ artwork is by @COooGA_ & here's the link to the piece. Please be aware that their content is very dark, do not send them any hate - viewer discretion is advised ]

"Are you shitting me?" Tomura's lips split into a Cheshire smile - his dry lips looking painful enough that it almost made Dabi feel pity. Almost. "You know I never play when it comes to making your life miserable, baby," the pale-haired man sang, cackling as Dabi reached over to swipe the iPad out of his hands. "You're a fuckin' asshole, I got plans tonight!" Dabi's seething made Tomura roll his eyes, turning the screen towards himself as he leans his hip on the counter. "You think I don't know that you're just gonna get your dick wet? The Boy Toy Club again? Really?" those deep magenta-coloured eyes nearly turn into nothing but a speck of red on white as Tomura continues his cackling. Sighing, he runs his hands down his face while he settles on the couch of their parlour's waiting room. Dabi picks at his ripped jeans, inked hands adorned with silver rings curl into fists as his jaw clenches, but Dabi groans as he tosses his head back. "How?" his curt tone makes Tomura damn near giggle. "Toga, she said you dropped the club's condom while taking out your phone." Of course that little fart-face told on him. Dabi couldn't even find himself to be pissed as he runs his hair through his hair, worsening its dishevelled state. "At least I'm not some loser who games his weekends away playing some virgin ass video game and has e-sex -" "Hello?" Both of their heads turn to the door where Dabi's customer stood. You shifted your weight around as they blinked owlishly at the sight of you. "Hey," Dabi gruffs out which earns a cocked brow from yourself. "The fu - I thought I told Spinner to replace the batteries to the sensor" Tomura mutters though he abandons the thought as he comes out of the U-shaped glass counters and motions for Dabi to get off his ass with a glare. You were beginning to doubt your friend's recommendation of this place. They'd been raving and praising the place, as if the Greek Gods had come down themselves to tattoo and pierce mere mortals. The sight before you was anything but...the two men before you were openly sneering at each other as the dark-haired one snatches the iPad from his coworker's hands. "I made an appointment at 9 PM and your Instagram says you're opened until 10 PM...?" The door closes behind you and the cool AC makes you shrug your jacket over your shoulders. The interior of the store was simplistic and with the smell of paint still lingering you figured they must've just upgraded it. The floors were glossy concrete covered with distressed Persian rugs. Like the glass counter, the coffee tables were also glass (the overhead lights exposing every little fingerprint) and framed with steel. It was all cold-looking. Although, the splashes of tattoo designs on the walls along with the Majesty Palm in the corners of the red-bricked walls warm up the space just enough for it to feel inviting. The neon sign above the low couch - where Dabi just lifted himself off - read "Villains Hideout" which bathed the waiting area in the ever-shifting colours of white, blues, purples and pinks. It bathes the moody man in those colours as well. If it weren't for the scowl on his face or the way his jaw clenches you could have admired his tatted-up skin, the way his ruffled-up inky black hair softened his edginess up along with how nice his silver piercings shone and decorated him.

Hah, who were you kidding? The way he clicks his tongue makes heat travel to your groin. Your friends had always shaken their heads at your taste in men. You always liked the ones that looked like they hated everyone in the world though you'd sigh a wistful "except me" that just makes all your friends give concerned glances to each other. So, you drink up his exposed arms and the teasing glimpses of his torso from the opening of the sleeveless, oversized, tee he was wearing. There was some rock band's logo at the front and you tried to see what it was - that was your defence when Dabi had suddenly called out your name...for the third time. "Huh?" Tomura wasn't in the room and your ears warmed as Dabi stared at you expectantly.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), that's your name, right?" You nod frantically. He briefly eyes you but gestures to the curtain door with his chin. "The last room down the hall, Tomura's setting it up. He's the ass - the guy with the blue hair" he scrolls down the screen and then huffs in amusement. Your eyes meet. Wow, you thought, his eyes are super blue. "A tongue piercing?" his smirk makes you wonder if he's just as mean in bed as his demeanour is. The lopsided grin on your face makes him take in how you were just his type. "Why? That's too hard for you?" an upside-down grin crawls on his face as he exhales through his nose. "Go, I'll be there in a minute", it seemed as though there was something else he'd like to add at the end of that sentence. A purr of a nickname maybe. But Tomura was still in the store and Dabi, although a crude and usually impatient man, felt himself squirming in anticipation as you walked past him. Since your jacket was now snuggly around your shoulders, the cropped length gave Dabi a peek at the expanse of your back. The condoms in his back pocket seemingly warmed up as Dabi chuckled from where he stood, just as eager as he was. Guess he was getting his dick wet after all.

Tomura greets you as he's wiping down the leather seats of the black chair. You return it with a smile, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you take a quick look inside the room. "Small room" your remark makes Tomura snort, shaking his head. "It's Dabi's unofficial spot" "Dabi? That's the guy's name?" Tomura nods, electing to not tell a complete stranger - and customer - that it was his chosen name. Or tell him that Dabi was related to a VERY rich man that he estranged from for reasons unknown (despite their years-long friendship). "He's a little rough around the edges" It almost sounds like a warning to your brain. It must be considering the glance Tomura gives - as if checking your expressions closely. "But he's good at what he does and we're sorta short staffed at night" Toga and Spinner were still apprentices. He couldn't make 'em stay all night here. (Tomura could but he'd rather die than admit he has a soft spot for those weirdos). You wave away his concerns, reassuring him you don't mind. Tomura focuses on wiping the seat down but his eyes linger on the flesh of your hips that were exposed from the backless body suit you were wearing. Paired with a pair of black pants and cropped faux fur lined jacket with a pair of boots - you looked like you weren't heading home after this. He prods. "Tongue piercing's are pretty straightforward, healing is a bit of an ass though" you laugh softly, nodding. "I heard, can't eat much for a week or so, right?" "Yeah, when I got mine I also couldn't stop fuckin' drooling" You laugh with your eyes squinted in amusement. He wants to ask about your plans after, to tell you that despite alcohol being a disinfectant it wasn't a wise choice to be downing shots at a club with a fresh tongue piercing. But he hears your breath hitch and the smell of smoky cologne enters the room. Dabi stands behind you, grinning as he places one hand on the top of the doorway making you feel smaller than him. "Jesus, Tomura, how long does it take ya' to sanitize the room" The man gives him the finger and you glance at Dabi's long legs as he walks in. "I'm only doing this because of you, you ungrateful donkey" The insult catches you off-guard. You hide your chuckles by pretending to cough, clearing your throat after. Eventually, Tomura leaves. He tells Dabi something about closing the store up properly and after a few more insults between them his footsteps fade away to the staff room, then out the hallway and finally out the entrance. By the time that happens, you're already seated and your jacket draped over an empty chair. Dabi's putting on gloves, the expanse of his shoulder and back makes your hungry eyes drink him in. The mirror in front of him makes it easier for you to see his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. But it makes it harder for you to avert your eyes when his electrifyingly blue ones meet you in the reflection. "You look good" You rub at your elbows, smiling coyly as you murmur thanks. He turns, instruments laid out on some sort of cart that he simply pushes with a gentle push of his boots. Then he settles on the round chair and inches closer. Even while seated he seems to tower over you. "Headin' out?" "Nah, just met up with a friend" Dabi's eyes zero in on your collarbones. Your top was one with a halter neck showing off that beautiful saccharine canvas of (S/C) that was littered in red, pink, and purple. "Just a friend?" His tone is playful and your fingers ache from not being able to caress up those toned arms sitting mere inches from you. "...With a few benefits"

Dabi feels himself getting excited. He hands you a paper cup full of mouthwash. "Rinse for 10 seconds then just spit it back in the cup" You do as you're asked and as you begin sloshing around the bright blue liquid your thoughts wonder if those gloves would feel good as they grip your thighs. He's faced away again as he's prepping to mark your tongue. He's pretty sure he should feel ashamed for finding the way your spit connects from the rim of the cup to your lips hot but Dabi has long abandoned shame. "Sloppy little boy, aren't ya?" He watches your face to see any signs of discomfort, ready to back off if you so much as gave him a confused expression. He feels his semi-hard boner twitching as you wet your lips and give him a boyish grin, handing the cup back. "Nobody's ever complained before, they like it sloppy". "Stick your tongue out," You open your mouth, wet muscle glistening under the lights as it covers your lower lip. He dries it with a tissue, smirking as your tongue twitches at the light pressure. "Just like that, baby"

Oh fuck, your thighs are pressing together and you've no control over it. He's got your tongue in his hold, leaning over you as he attempts to find the right placement. You see him furrow his brows again, sharp planes of his face making you gulp. Closer, a feverish voice pleads in your head, get him closer. Dabi eyes your hand as it places itself on his knee. "Nervous?" You shake your head and he quirks a brow as you tug at the hole in his jeans. You motion to your lap, patting it like he was some sort of call girl. He's beginning to like you more and more. The seat creaks with your combined weight but Dabi's on your lap and he's humming as your fingers slide up the back of his thighs and his hips. His crotch is bumping against yours and your eyes goddamn flutter at the very obvious tent. You feel cool metal and Dabi won't admit it but it is easier to do his job from this angle. He adjusts himself on your lap and you reach up his shirt, he pays it no mind and the taste of bland ink blooms on your tongue making you whine in a displeased manner. "Oh can it, you brat" Dabi chuckles, "I know you want something else but bear with it". He lifts your tongue with the clamp, nodding to himself as he ensures he isn't going to pierce through any nerves. He tells you to breathe through it, not to hold your breath and you can see him moving around a bit to grab the needle. The point of the needle makes a tremor go through your hands and Dabi moves his hips making you grip him tighter. He sure knows how to distract someone - "Big breath in" There's pressure, slight but there, "Big breath out". The needle goes through with nothing but a twinge in your brows and a near-bruising grip on his hips. As you peek your eyes up at Dabi through your lashes, he stares right back with a grin full of teeth and eyes glowing in pride. "Good boy, lift your chin up" You can feel drool slip past your lips and down the cork under your tongue. Dabi brings the piercing into view and you flutter your eyes close but he's suddenly tapping your cheek with the back of his hands. "Eyes on me, pretty thing".

He would've wrapped up the process anyways (duh, you're a paying customer) but you were so obedient just following his commands like some sort of lost puppy he felt his hands getting clammy. God, he was going to enjoy wrecking you. He slides the barbell through and fixes it into place. "S'fuckin' pretty" he lets your tongue hang out as he suddenly pulls away from your lap. He walks to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, tossing his gloves away as he pulls out a can of Asahi beer. You're perplexed but the growing wetness on your underwear makes you content in watching him. He takes a mouthful, places the can down, wears new gloves and settles on your lap again. He's tilting your head, moving you like you're some sort of doll. He leans in and though you're convinced you're the horniest you've ever been in your whole life you hope he isn't going to make out with you. He doesn't, much to your confused-disappointment. Instead, he leans in close enough for your lips to touch only to pour the beer right on your tongue and down your throat. It's a steady flow, it stings like hell but the grip on your chin makes you immobile. So you gulp it down, breathy pants escaping your mouth as you attempt to swallow everything he's giving to you. He's watching every minute detail. The glow of determination in your eyes, the flush cheeks, the sheen of sweat on your temple, the way beer and spit dribble down your chin. He finishes and Dabi leans into your ear. He envies whoever had pierced the beautifully shaped lobes and cartilages, a part of him wanting to mark you with more of his works instead. His teeth on your lobe earn him a squeeze on his ass, and his large hand slithers down to wrap around your throat. "Can't kiss ya' on the lips but I'm sure there's somewhere else you'd rather I kiss, hm?" You nod much to his chagrin. Dabi does a quick once-over on your tongue as he guides it back between your lips but when he makes a move to get his gloves off you whine. Can't really speak much now, your tongue's still tingly and you know it's going to swell soon enough. But as Ursula mentioned, don't underestimate the power of body language (and a few whiny moans). "You want these on?" You nod. "You got a fetish for PVC?" He sounds like he's mocking you so you glare as you wipe the wetness from your chin. He's off you again, laughing at your pout that disappears when your ankles are grabbed and you're sliding down until your legs are hanging off the seat and he's over you. He unbuckles his belt one-fucking-handed. Your cunts practically weeping a waterfall for him. "Show me what I wanna see, baby" he watches your fingers deftly unzip your pants, the adorable shimmy of your hips as you squeeze out of them (he assists but only after snickering like an asshole), then you unzip your bodysuit very appropriate crotch access and finally he sees his prize. "Fuck" your hips cant away as he palms your crotch "You're fucking dripping". The casual way he pushes your underwear to the side makes your heart double in speed, he's staring at your cunt like a starved man. He dips past your folds, sliding up until he reaches your little dick. "Your ‘friend’ must've done a shit job" he said "Your dick's still ready to go" he strokes it, pushing the hood down with those slicked-up gloves and it has you gasping as you arch into his touch. "Your friend should've known better than let a slut like you leave without being thoroughly satisfied or else ya' gonna end up like this, being used like a common whore"

He slips you out of your pants and removes his top. God, he is tatted up. You let your eyes take in as much detail as you can. His hands were inked with all sorts of designs - you figured he started there from how old a few designs looked. But the ones on his neck are deliciously crisp and it was an intricate piece that went all the way down his chest. You wonder what his back looks like. There were swirls of Japanese clouds motif on his shoulder - a sneak peek of the intricate traditional tattoo on his back of red, black and white dragons breathing out blue flames. He snaps you back into reality as he spreads your legs open. "Don't even need to lube you up" he slips two of his slender fingers in and you turn your head to the side, cheek squishing against the leather. His thumb's pressing circles on your dick as he curls and scissors them inside you.

"Holy shit" he guffaws "You got wetter!" He catches your leg before it lands on his chest, brushing it to the side as he curls his fingers again and your choked moan is all he needs to know he's hit that sweet spot. Dabi slips another finger, your used hole takes it with ease as it eagerly clenches around him. "You're practically sucking me in" his cock is straining against his boxers so he grabs at it, squeezing it through the material to relieve it a bit. While there, he reaches back to grab a condom and places it between his teeth. Your eyes are squeezed shut, thighs twitching as he continues the relentless abuse of that spongy bundle of nerves but in a flash, his fingers are gone and you're whimpering at the loss. Your hole clenches around nothing and you're about to throw a goddamn tantrum if Dabi dares deny you of pleasure but find yourself frozen from where you're sat. "Like what you see, pretty boy?"

What you’re seeing is his cock, hard and twitching as the head nearly reaches his goddamn belly button. The tip is a shade of red, precum making it glisten but what’s more, is the ladder of piercings that begin from just above his balls to below his head. There were six piercings all lined up and perfect and you can’t tell if it was your tongue swelling up that was making you drool or your want to have him in his mouth so you can feel them on your tongue.

And what a nice surprise - Dabi’s real hair colour is white unless of course, he bleaches his neat patch of pubic hair which you doubt.

He rolls a condom over it, hissing softly and you can’t help but reach down to spread your lips apart for him. Dabi laughs, a warm hand holding your thigh as the other holds his dick to line it up.

“Thank you, baby. Ya’ know, I would usually take my time with pretty things like you but” your eyes flutter close as his head breaches you.

“If we stay here too long, a blue-haired asshole is gonna check the cameras. Can’t have him seein’ my bitch, he’s all mine and I don’t feel like sharin’” he has a rougher accent that slips when he’s filling you up.

“Ah, mpfh! Fuh...fuckkk...” The heels of your palm dig into your eyes as you feel him practically split you open. A burning sensation makes your toes curl, the stretch of his cock is making your chest heave. The feeling of his piercings has you seeing white faster than you register.

“Shit - did you just come?” he’s not even bottomed out yet but the evidence was the way your walls are spasming around him. He pushes your leg up, shushing as you pant out nonsensically about waiting and how it’s too soon.

“Shut up, you can take it, I know you can”

Tears slip past your eyes and it makes his grin sharp.

“Fuck, you’re even pretty when you cry - makes me wanna be the reason you’re sobbin’” he adjusts his hips and it makes you let out the most pathetic cry he feels his resolve break.

He pulls out nearly all the way and for a second you think he’s giving you mercy but he slams all the way in and the yell you let out has him laughing. A hearty laugh that makes him sound like a goddamn supervillain as he looks down at your teary face.

“Told ya’ you could take it” You clench around him, sniffling as you reach down to feel where you two connect. Your dick twitches.

He fills you up just right. His cock constantly pressed against that spot. You inhale wetly, looking up at him with your eyes all sparkly with tears.

You jerk, your eyes said, you fucking asshole.

“I know but I know you coulda’ and you did” his gloved hand swats yours away and he teases your dick making your mouth fall open, drool following.

“Dumb boy’s like you can take anythin’ you’re given” his words were like a siren's call. Whispering, lulling you into an underwater grave.

“Fuck” the way you tightened around him made him hiss. “Slobbering all over yourself from some dick” you whine again, wiping away the drool but he just snaps his hips in and out of you and you’re crying out again.

You’re laid on the leather, a sheen of sweat coating your skin which makes everything sticky and somewhat uncomfortable but with Dabi’s dick inside you, everything else around you barely exists.

You’re twisting on the seat, head thrown to the side as you moan wantonly - like a goddamn porn star according to Dabi. One of your legs is folded to your chest, the other pinned to the side as Dabi fucks into you. Your hands are braced on his chest, nails scratching and leaving red welts but Dabi takes them with pride.

He wishes he could kiss you, he knows he can’t but you’d have to do a follow-up to replace the piercing. He wants you to come again, just to see him, he’ll hurt you and heal you just like he’s doing right now.

You’re sobbing, you came around him again and he loves the feeling of it. The chair beneath you is downright shaking from how hard he’s pounding into you.

“Duh-Dabi!” you squeal, tongue already numb. The way you mispronounce the pleas for him to go harder makes him so riled up you swore you saw wisps of heat on his skin.

“Your cunt feels so fuckin’ good - Fuck! A perfect cock sleeve made just for this” You’re squirming again and Dabi pulls out making you thrash which he reprimands with a slap to your cunt.

“Please -"

He ignores you, ignores his dick that wants nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion again and instead curls his fingers inside you.

You’re done for - the pressure that his fingers bring makes your hips jerk up and down, twitching and moving uncontrollably. Dabi groans as you squirt all over his wrists, hips jerking as weak spurts follow the big splash.

“Fuckin’ love this hole” he places a kiss on your dick and you’ve half a mind to push him away. Especially when he licks it. But Dabi’s not done yet, your fucked out whispers fall on deaf ears.

“One more time, baby, let me feel you around my cock”

“S’too muh...muhhh”

“Shhh, just stay like that. So fuckin’ pretty for me, so good” his cock is inside you again and you’re crying out, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck.

Dabi grabs your ass and you lose the sticky leather. Now you’re in the air as he fucks up into you, the friction of your bodies rubbing on your swollen cock has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your tongue slips out, going a bit cross-eyed. Not that Dabi could see, your face was tucked right between his shoulder and neck.

The camera’s red light was blinking but you couldn’t give a damn.

Dabi’s bringing you up and down his dick. His piercings stimulate your gummy walls, making your breath hitch every time it slips in and out of you, catching on the rim of your cunt. You babble, right into his ear.

“Daddy! Fuh! Fuck!”

Dabi plants his feet firmly to the ground, his back wet with sweat.

“S’too buh-big! Can’t! Ngh!”

“Yeah, you can. Take what Daddy gives you” he grunts and you’re sure your ass is gonna have the imprint of his hands so you leave scratches on his back.

He gives one last thrust and cums, the condom fills up inside you and you shudder. He hears you trying to catch your breath, sniffling in between every pitiful intake of air that have you hiccuping.

The sharp sensation of the metal can Dabi presses against your neck makes you flinch. You murmur that he's an ass and he just laughs. The both of you are in the waiting room, Dabi laying you there for a comfier seat and letting the AC dry you off while he was cleaning up the room. Now that he was done, he was sipping beer with you. The atmosphere was casual, laughably so considering how he just fucked your brains out 10 minutes ago. You pull out your wallet after you're halfway through but Dabi walks away from you. He gets behind the counter and pulls out his card making your eyes widen. "Don't sweat it, think of it as a thank you" the card machine beeps and you honestly couldn't even stand up without your thighs and back going all weird so you weren't gonna win this anyways. Still, you pout. "That's the first time someone's pissed I pay" his blue eyes dart to his phone that's hidden from your view, ignoring the middle fingers you throw his way and the stuck-out tongue. [ Shiggy: His hole's that good? ] Dabi glances at the camera behind the counter, licking the back of his teeth as he saw the red light. [ Shiggy: Think he can take two of us at the same time? ] [ Dabi: Fuck off, he's my bitch ] Tomura sends a screenshot of your fucked-out face nuzzled into his neck. Dabi's dick twitches to life. [ Shiggy: Just wanna test out his head game, think I can teach him a few tricks using that new piercing ] Tomura grins when Dabi tells him they'd have to wait for it to heal, moaning as he squeezes his cock. He goes back to the replay of the feed, of you getting your first orgasm and throws his head back as he cums into his fists just as you came all over Dabi's cock.

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inkykeiji · 8 months

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I love when you add in those little slips of reader calling touya-nii baby or babe!!! ive been with my bf for a long time and we honestly rarelyy say babe lmaoo we both have long Italian first names and we consider our nicknames cute and fitting but he’ll call me baby when I’m rlly upset and need his comfort

aw anon!!! thank you for sharing this with me!! <3 i totally get that!!! because this little detail was actually taken from my own experiences; i very rarely call my boyfriend ‘baby’, i usually only end up using that term of endearment when he’s having a rough time. so i gave tnii’s reader that lil quirk too hehe ( ˃̶ω˂̶ ૃ) because touya just seems like the type to i dunno just like ??? not be ‘baby’.

i think canon dabi uses ‘baby’ liberally though

#this is also a trait i gave to the version of dabi in mine & my bff’s lil au we created hahaha #there’s a moment where my character calls dabi baby and he goes ‘baby? i’m not your baby you are my baby baby’ hahaha #just bcoz he’s daddy in that one too #anyway i’m just rambling now #thank you for this anon it’s very cute!!!!#we are in the same boat hehehe <3 #have a fantastic tuesday my friend n pls stay safe n stay hydrated!!#inky.bb #touya nii universe #clari gets mail

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candycandy00 · 5 days

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CANDYYY!! Congratulations on 2k followers!! You deserve every single one of them!! 💕💕

I saw the build your own fanfic adventure and you know I have to get in on this soooooooo:

Character: Dabi (what a surprise there 😂)

AU setting: Honestly I'm so stuck between Gothic Mansion and Monster Forest, I'll let you decide!!

Spice level: screw it let's go all the way, NSFW bb

Mood: I'll leave it up to you! You know me, I could go either way!

Kink: ugh I'll indulge a little today, Breeding/Daddy kink (sometimes I like being taken care of, you know?? 😂😂)

Have fun my love! 😘 Can't wait to read Choso's chapter!!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Dabi as a werewolf. Dabi as a vampire. Light vampire-related blood. Rough sex. Breeding. Oral sex. Heavily inspired by the 1988 horror film “Waxwork”.

This ended up a lot longer than I planned but I hope you like it, babe!

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! Any feedback is loved! Dividers by @benkeibear.

You’ve always loved wax museums, so when a new one opened up in town, you just had to visit on opening day. You walk through the doors, noting sadly that there isn’t a very big crowd. After looking through the “historical figures” and “celebrities” sections, you wander into the “fictional characters” area.

There are highly detailed wax figures lovingly made to recreate various famous scenes from novels and movies. A large portion of them are horror, and so you feel a chill down your spine as you notice you’re the only visitor in this section.

Some of the wax figures look so realistic, you find yourself staring at them to make sure they’re not moving. You walk around, looking at the displays, before stopping at one that fascinates you.

The scene looks like the interior of a cabin in the woods. There are even fake trees outside the windows. The “room” is lit by a fireplace. Near the door, there’s a young man bent backwards in what appears to be agony, in the midst of a transformation. He has messy white hair, and half his body is covered in white fur, giving the illusion that the fur is spreading. His dark clothes are ripped, and he’s clutching his head with his hands, one of them tipped with razor sharp claws. His eyes, so bright blue that they seem to glow, are staring upwards. You imagine he’s staring at a full moon.

Also in the display is a young woman in a ragged dress, recoiling from him in horror. Strangely, she resembles you. Her build is the same as yours, as well as her hair. But with her face so twisted by fear, you can’t really tell if that resembles yours too.

Your eyes keep being drawn back to the man, to the fine white fur that looks like crushed velvet. You want to touch it, to feel it beneath your fingertips. And his eyes… so beautiful.

Wait… did his eyes just move? For a fraction of a second, you thought his eyes flicked down to your face. But surely you imagined it. You laugh nervously, deciding you’ve been looking at this display for too long.

You move quickly to the next display, this one looking like the ornate dining room of a gothic castle. Sitting at the table in a beautiful Victorian style dress is a young woman who looks almost identical to the one from the previous display. Which means she looks just like you. Her hair is pinned up in an intricate style, and her dress is way too immodest to be historically accurate. It’s an off the shoulder design that is extremely low cut, exposing way more cleavage than was probably common in the Victorian era.

The young woman is holding a steak knife in her hand, and has apparently cut her finger on it by accident, as a shiny drop of red “blood” is made to look as if it’s dripping down her hand. But the most interesting part of this display is the man standing behind her, like a predator.

You draw in a sharp breath as you look at him, realizing with a tinge of alarm that he’s the same as the man from the werewolf display, with slight differences. This one has black hair, and is wearing a black Victorian suit with a cape. He also has scars covering the lower half of his face. But those eyes… those lovely blue eyes… they’re the same. There’s a look of hunger in them as he leans over the woman, staring at the drop of blood. You look at the blood too, trying to imagine why he finds it so compelling.

Oh, he must be a vampire! You almost laugh at yourself for being so slow to realize it. You casually glance back up at his face, and your breath catches in your throat.

He’s looking straight at you. Not at the drop of blood, but at you.

Your heart pounds furiously as you stare at him, locked in his gaze. This time you’re certain. His eyes moved! You know for a fact he was looking at the woman’s hand before! So why is he looking into your eyes now?

This must be some kind of trick or gimmick, you tell yourself, trying to calm down. Maybe the wax figure has some sort of mechanized feature that makes his eyes move, as a way to excite the visitors. Or, judging by how realistic he looks, maybe he’s an actor! The possibility makes you feel quite silly.

You back away, suddenly eager to leave this section of the museum, but your back collides with something and your body bounces forward, causing you to stumble over the velvet rope cordoning off the display and fall directly into it. You close your eyes and brace for the impact of the floor, but instead you black out.

When your eyes snap open, you’re sitting at the fancy table in the dining room. There’s a plate of delicious looking food in front of you and a steak knife in your hand. A single drop of blood is sliding down your index finger. You look in front of you, where the rope should be, but it’s not there. In fact, the rest of the museum is gone! You really are in a complete dining room!

All at once you remember the other occupant of the room, and you slowly turn your head to look over your shoulder. Leaning over you is the very beautiful, very alive, vampire with the black hair and the scars.

“Did you cut yourself? Are you okay?” he asks. You expected his voice to be more smooth and formal, given his attire, but he sounds like any random guy you go to college with.

You’re not sure what to say, wondering if this is a dream or not. Did you hit your head when you fell?

The man grabs your hand, firmly but not harshly, and pulls it up to his face to examine it. “Looks like a small cut,” he says, then wraps his scarred lips around your finger, his tongue lapping gently at the blood.

You’re so transfixed that you don’t think to pull your hand away until he’s finished. His eyes move over you, and you’re suddenly very aware of how obscenely low cut your dress is. You stand up from the table and look around, still hoping to see the rest of the museum somewhere. But it’s just not there.

“Not running off, are you?” the man asks, a hint of a grin on his face. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone for dinner.” His tongue runs over his lips as he says it, making your face flush with heat.

“Um, I’m not really sure where I am,” you say, your back against the edge of the table.

He steps closer to you. “You’re in my home, doll, and we’re about to have dessert.”

You feel paralyzed as he gets closer and closer, until his body is pressed against yours. He’s taller than you, probably a little older, but he’s fucking gorgeous.

Maybe this is a dream. Maybe it’s a concussion-induced hallucination. But whatever it is, you might as well enjoy it.

You reach up and wrap your arms around him as he lifts you up and sits you on the table, the plates and silverware magically gone. His mouth is on your neck, licking along a vein before you feel a sharp pain. He’s biting you! The pain is intense for a few moments, and then disappears, replaced by a feeling of euphoria. You can feel his teeth tearing at your delicate skin, can feel his tongue gliding along the wound, but it doesn’t hurt at all now. You only feel warm and aroused, listening to the sensual sucking sounds as he devours your blood.

He lies you back on the table and pulls away from your neck. His mouth is sticky and red. He pulls the top of your dress down, freeing your breasts, and then his hands and mouth are upon them, squeezing and licking.

You moan, clutching his shoulders, opening your legs ever wider as his body presses to you. Eventually he reaches down and rips the skirt of your dress right up the middle, clearing himself a path to your panties and exposing your white garter belt and stockings. He tears the panties away and bends down, running his tongue along your heated, damp flesh. You arch your back, ridiculously turned on by the idea of a vampire eating you out. His tongue, still wet with your blood, circles your clit, driving you to madness.

When you’re right on the edge of climax, he stops and pulls away, opening his pants to the sounds of your panting. “Gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks, sliding his hand up and down his hard, pleasingly large shaft.

“Yes! I’ll be so good!” you breathe out, locking your legs around his body, pulling him closer.

He grins as he shoves himself into you, licking your blood from his lips. His thrusts are deep, intimate, and hit your sweet spot just perfectly. “Ahh… feels so good…” you cry.

You want to moan his name, but you have no idea what it is.

“That’s it,” he says with a grunt, thrusting deeper, “taking me so well!”

Fuck it. Just go with the vibes.

“Harder, Daddy!”

He looks down at you, momentarily surprised, but then he laughs and fucks you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.

You were already on the edge of cumming, and now you’re pushed over the edge by the way his tip hits your cervix, making you bounce off the table. You cum while clenching his cock.

Just before he releases his seed inside you, painting your womb in his color, he leans forward and bites your neck again. There’s that brief searing pain again, contrasting so deliciously with the pleasure rippling through you as his cock pulses in your body.

He pulls away, licking his lips again and pulling you up to your feet by your hand, like a gentleman. You’re in a daze as he leads you to the door of the room. “Thanks, doll. I haven’t had any visitors in a long time. Hopefully I’ll see you in the next one.”

“Next one?” you ask, confused as you walk through the door.

You find yourself back in the museum, standing in front of the vampire display. But it looks different now. The woman sitting at the table doesn’t look like you anymore, instead having plain, almost blank features. And the man, the vampire, is standing up straight, looking right at you, a subtle grin on his bloody lips.

Startled, you step back and touch your hand to your neck. You can feel the puncture wounds, the slick blood trickling out.

Was… was that real?

Somewhat delirious, you stagger away, and end up stumbling right into another display. This time you blink and you’re in the cabin in the woods. You’re the girl in the torn dress, cowering in fear of the white haired man who is turning into a werewolf before your very eyes.

He looks at you through his agony as his body transforms, and you can see the recognition in his eyes.

“Oh fuck, not this one!” he says, trying to move away from you. “Run! Get… to the edge… of the forest! Hurry!”

“What’s happening!?” you scream. “How did I even get here?”

“It’s the museum!” he shouts, clutching his head in pain. “Listen, you have to run! I can’t… control this form! I go fucking feral!”

You stand there, frozen, watching the soft white fur spread across his lean body, the claws on his hands get longer, the teeth in his much wider mouth become large and sharp. Two white furry ears even grow out of the top of his head.

“Feral, you say?” The question rolls off your tongue. Watching him writhe in pain as his body changes is… actually kind of hot.

He looks at you, blue eyes wild, and he seems to understand what you want. The transformation is complete. He stands before you much taller than before, covered head to toe in that lovely white fur. There’s a primal feel to the way he looks at you. Animalistic. Predatory.

Either he’s going to rip you apart or fuck your brains out. You really really hope it’s the latter.

He lunges forward and tackles you to the floor, pushing you face down onto the rug in front of the fireplace. His movements are fast and aggressive, but not too rough. He easily could have killed you already.

With one swipe of his powerful claws, your dress is in tatters, barely clinging to your body in tiny strips that cover nothing. Behind you, he lifts your hips and spreads your thighs, and almost immediately plunges into your slick pussy.

You cry out, gripping the rug in your hands as he begins fucking into you, your bare chest and stomach rubbing against the rug with each thrust. Ah, his cock feels incredible! It’s long and hard, covered in a thin layer of soft velvety fur. As he takes you from behind, he uses one hand to lightly scrape his claws down your back.

“Oh god!” you scream out when one clawed hand reaches around and finds your clit, rubbing and pinching it, making your body tremble. You don’t have to tell him to fuck you harder. You don’t think he possibly could. Your knees are wobbling, barely supporting you, your face is pressed into the rug, your tears seeping into it. You’ve never felt this good in your entire life.

You feel him twitching inside you, and just as you feel his scalding hot cum shoot directly into your womb, you feel your own orgasm wash over you. Moaning and panting, you stay there on the rug, your face buried in it, until he eventually pulls out. By the time you have the energy to roll over and look at him, he’s reverted back to human form.

He’s standing there naked, his white hair damp and hanging in his eyes. He drops down onto the rug beside you, and you scoot closer to him, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“What is this place?” you ask him. “Is this really still the museum?”

The fireplace is roaring behind you, and you can hear the wind blowing through the trees outside the cabin.

“I think every display is its own pocket dimension,” he says. “But fuck if I know how it all works.”

You look at him intently. “Who are you?”

He shrugs. “Just a guy who got stuck here. I came to the museum with some friends a few years ago, stumbled into one of the displays, and got stuck. I stayed inside too long, so now I can’t leave.”

“Why not?” you ask.

“When I finally found the border, the way back to the museum, I stuck one arm out and it instantly turned to wax. As long as I stay in the displays, I’m flesh and blood. But I can move my consciousness around the different dimensions.”

You suddenly feel panicked. “What about me?”

He grins. “You’ll be fine. You haven’t been here nearly long enough. Certain rare people get pulled in, and I always lead them out.”

You meet his gaze for a few moments, then say, “I’ll come back! I’ll visit you as often as I can!”

He gives you a somewhat sad smile. “The museum moves around to different towns. We probably won’t be here for longer than a year.”

“Then I’ll track it down!” you say forcefully, causing him to blink in surprise. “Wherever you go, I’ll find you!”

“I hope so,” he says, then he stands up and heads for the door, opening it. He tosses a blanket to you to cover yourself with and says, “You better get going. Head to the edge of the forest and you’ll be back in the museum.”

You wrap the blanket around yourself as you walk through the door. You stop and look back at him. “What’s your name?”

He smiles. “Touya.”

Minutes later, you’re back in the museum, standing in front of the werewolf display. The man who was once bent back in pain is standing calmly in the cabin now, looking at you without moving. You wave to him before turning to leave. “See you later, Touya!”

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bakubunny · 3 months

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hi. can you recommend some of your mutuals? i'm looking for some new blogs to follow

this isn’t a full list of mutuals, but these were the individuals i thought of offhand! if you’re tagged an i missed something you want me to mention let me know.

@dcsiremc writes mostly for bnha and jjk. if you like my content and you’re not following her, where have you been, honestly? 😆 another great writer of daddy kink, dilfs, age play, pet play, hybrids, and yandere!characters… and the occasional primal play when she dabbles into it. also a great artist!

@neon-gothicc mostly writes fluff, but has dabbled in her fair share of smut with more to come. a fantastic writer, friendly, and will gush with you about your favorite self ships. she’s one of the reasons i am still a little sick over werewolf bakugo. special mention for shoving me into the deep end of hybrids. occasionally does art and cooking too!

@heartofjasmina is the reason i was convinced of daddy!bakugo enough to write him (…and she’s part of the reason this page has devolved into what you see now). a fantastic writer of short drabbles in a wide variety of fandoms with both fluff and smut. one of my favorite series she’s done is bkg x gardener!reader au. it’s so sweet.

@thenamesmiz does art and writing! mostly fluff, but the times she’s dipped into smut have been lovely. super friendly and likes to gush about fluffy self ships, so say hello if you like bnha, jjk, or sk8!

@zazter-den / @dizazter-dragoon is a fellow eorzean who writes for bnha as well as other fandoms. fantastic hybrid & monster writing. if you like ffxiv, stop on by.

@arlerts-angel doesn’t write bnha anymore, but i can promise you she’s worth a follow if you like aot and tokyo revengers. she’s a great writer, a kind person, and likes to interact with her readers regularly, so say hi if you follow!

@i-literally-cant-with-this is another fantastic writer who covers a multitude of fandoms. i don’t dip into other fandoms much outside of bnha, and i can guarantee her m.list is worth a binge read session.

@pastelbakugou / @pastelbakugou-sfw is a lovely writer who specializes in sturdy hero and boom boom gremlin (kiribaku). also a great writer of d/s dynamics if you like to read that as well!

@aquadenks is one of my favorite denki writers hands down. from fluff to angst to smut, luke covers a lot of denki and does it so well.

@doumadono writes for multiple fandoms and is fantastic at it. if you’re looking for comfort fluff with some spicy sundays, she’s your girl!

@sunflower-emoji is newer to tumblr, but a great writer! she’s the primary reason you’re seeing so much shoto content with no end in sight. 😅 stop on by to say hello!

@blkkizzat is an outstanding jjk writer. just trust me, ok. go follow, go read, go do all the things! toji & choso simps, you’ll love her stuff. rejoice.

@angelltheninth writes for a wide variety of fandoms and is absolutely fantastic. seriously. stop on by for sfw and nsfw works alike. everything from bnha to star wars to marvel. there’s bound to be something you’ll love.

@mostlyheinous got hit with the ban hammer a while ago, but she’s back. an outstanding dark content writer. one of my favorite dabi writers when i’m looking for him specifically.

@dabislittlemouse is another dark content writer who, if you like dabi and you like dc, you should be following. she has lovey works!

eta @honeeslust bc i swore you were already on here when i drafted this?? so i’m fixing it. 😭 she’s another lovely jjk writer. give her fics some love, they’re worth a read!

#asks #fic recs #bnha #jjk #aot #tokyo revengers #bllk #mha

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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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A Day Off -Dad! Dabi x Mom!Reader

It's really late but I finished this a little while ago and wanted to post it now.

Fluff | 1,471 words

Dabi's real name used + (spoilers below)

An au where Touya doesn't become Dabi the villain, but instead a loving father to your three kids. (Plus the number one hero)

Touya grinned as he finished breakfast, happy to help you out and give you a well deserved break.

You and Touya have been married for eight and a half years. You two met at UA high, and an epic love story commenced. You two were made for each other, finding one another again again, no matter how many times you thought things were entirely over.

Touya gave you happiness in life, and you gave him sanity. He almost ran from home many times, and even got seven miles out of the city on foot before you found him, panting on your bicycle.

Touya was quite mad at you for going so far alone at night, and you were utterly livid that he just tried to leave you.

Before Touya could scold you, you blew up on him, tears running down your cheeks as you cussed him out, telling him if he ever tried to leave you again you would hunt him down and break his legs.

Even as you threatened him he hugged you, rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort.

You two called a friend to pick you up, and you went on with your life. A little more in love with each other than before.

And here you two were, twelve years later. Married, with three kids.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Haru squealed, pulling on Touya's "kiss the chef" apron, red pig tails bouncing up and down.

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"Mommy awake"

"Already? Go show her your picture, try to stall her, mkay?"

"Okays!"

Touya smiled as the four year old ran off to stall her mother, heart melting at her innocence.

Going back to cooking, Touya hoped you would be distracted for at least a few more minutes.

~Your pov:~

Confused, you picked up your phone to check the time.

7:51

Panicking, you bolt up from bed, sprinting towards the door, stubbing your toe on a toy.

Inwardly cursing, you open the door to your shared bedroom, making your way into the hallway.

"Mommy! Wook at my dwawing!" Haru exclaimed, heterochromatic eyes shining as she shoved the paper in your face.

"Oh it's so pretty! Why don't you go show Daddy while Mommy goes to get your brothers ready?"

Haru smiled and ran away with a giggle, making her way to the kitchen.

Sighing, you made your way to your boys' room. Opening the door, you were surprised to see their beds empty.

"Taro, Riku~!" You call, walking towards the kitchen.

"We're in the entrance mom!" Taro calls, bringing you towards his voice.

"I'm sorry I woke up late, let's get ready quickly, and I'll buy you guys breakfast on the way there." You coo, stepping into the entrance of your home.

"But- we're not gonna be late. And we already ate!" Riku replied, popping his (h/c) head out to look at you.

"Hey mama, I already got everything handled, go get some more sleep." Dabi hummed, eyes soft as his head popped out as well, turquoise eyes soft as he smiled at you.

"You... You are amazing." You sigh, smiling up at your husband as he hummed, walking towards you.

"Well if you think I'm that amazing, you could always reward me with a kiss?" Touya smirked, leaning towards your lips teasingly.

Chuckling, you slowly closed the distance.

Right as your lips met your kiss was interrupted by your kids' squeals.

Haru was squealing in joy, always happy to see her parents show affection to one another.

Riku was disgusted, never wanting to see anybody receive any sort of affection besides what he got from both his beloved mommy and daddy.

And Taro- the only one who didn't squeal.

He was beet red.

He dreams of the day when he finds the perfect woman -much like his perfect mama- and has a family of his own.

He loves both of his parents. And strives to be the perfect husband and dad -like his daddy- and find the perfect wife -like his mama-.

You smiled as Riku wailed in despair, shaking Haru as she jumped up and down, Taro only staring at his parents in awe.

"Ri-ri, you'll give your sister a headache, quit that. Ru, you're gonna pass out if you don't calm down, and Ro, for the sake of your ma, you need to breathe." Touya sighed, a smile on his lips as he eyed his gorgeous mismatched children in adoration.

Taro, the seven year old eldest by forty three minutes.

He has crimson red hair resembling Touya's. He got his grandma's eyes, but also a splash of yours. Resulting in gorgeous steel gray eyes with a breathtaking splash of (e/c) around the pupils. His facial structure is most similar to Touya's, but he takes after your personality, attitude, and tendies.

Though it would be hard to tell by someone who's not close to your family due to his shy nature concealing it.

He's known for his respectful, peaceful, and polite nature. The calmer of the twins, and the least likely to cause any sort of problem.

Riku, the younger, rambunctious twin.

Riku has (h/c) hair and turquoise eyes. He looks almost exactly like his mum, and gets his fiery personality from his dad.

He's known as the trouble maker, but he does have his gentle moments.

And the four year old youngest, Haru.

Haru has crimson hair like her daddy and big brother. And, like her uncle Shoto, has two different eye colors. Her left eye is the same gorgeous color of her mama's, and her right eye is the same breathtaking turquoise as her dad's. She looks identical to her dad, and has a fun, very very bright personality.

She's known for her sweetness, creativity, and selflessness.

Touya was snapped out of his thoughts as Haru and Riku pulled at his sleeves, warning him that they'd be late if they didn't hurry.

Laughing he pecked you on the lips before following his darlings out the door, telling you that he'd be right back.

It was half an hour later when Touya walked back in, immediately finding his place on top of you as you laid on the couch.

"Oof- hey baby.. where's Haru?"

"She's at uncle Shoto's house. I thought we could use some alone time."

"Oh? And what are you planning on doing?"

Shifting his way so he could look you in the eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Guess."

Twelve minutes later you were laughing in the kitchen as Touya licked the brownie mix off of the side of your mouth, holding your waist to keep you steady.

"To-To-Touya!" You laugh, pushing your beloved back playfully.

"Hmm?" He asks, pulling you in for a chocolate tasting kiss.

"We need to finish these so we can have room for the cleaning, cuddles, and movie date." You breathe against his lips, making him groan.

"But you taste so good!" He wails in despair, falling against the fridge dramatically.

"Help me get these in the oven and I'll reward you with a kiss~." You coo, instantly seizing the pro's attention.

Two batches of brownies and one marathon of cleaning later, you and Touya were cuddled up on the couch, remote and brownies in hand.

"Oooh! Let's watch (f/m)!"

"UGHH~ we are xnotx watching that again!"

"Why not? It's a great movie."

"And we've seen it forty thousand and a bajilion times."

"You are xsox immature To."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am no-"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!"

"You're doing it too~!"

"Fine! What movie do you want to watch?"

"Princess Bride."

"No way."

"And why not? Princess Buttercup~."

"Because we've seen it seventy thousand, bajilion times~!"

~Bonus~

"I have no idea who you are talking about. You own no child here." Shoto stated, voice as monotone as ever.

"Umm what the fu- fudge! Fudge!" Touya growled, rubbing his side where you just elbowed him.

"Sho we need Haru." You smile, pinching Touya's arm playfully, causing him to yelp.

"Haru is mine now."

"Oh no she is not. Give me back our daughter." Touya growled, stepping close to the menace of a little brother he has.

"You do not have a dau-"

"Shoto dear.. give us our Haru or we will personally burn your favorite cold soba restaurant, all the others and all of the factories producing the ingredients and instant noodles." You smile, eyes holding an evil only a protective parent or lover could produce.

Shoto's face paled as he stepped inside, quickly returning with a sleeping Haru in his arms.

"I- I was kidding.. please don't burn my soba." Shoto pouted, usually monotone voice holding a certain fear.

".. we'll count this as a warning." You drawl, staring Shoto down meaningfully.

Slightly nodding, Shoto quickly closed his door, shivering at the thought of no soba.

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satancopilotsmytardis · 13 days

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20-Fake it until you make it?

But instead of it being faking that you are orgasm, be faking that you’re not having one? 👀 Take that as you will LMAO.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Shigadabi

Content: Porn Star AU, Daddy kink, CNC/Rape roleplay, face-fucking/rough oral sex, cum eating, humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole spanking, forced feminization, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, facial

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Dabi has been a porn star for six years. Ever since he turned eighteen and his father wanted him to go off to school somewhere and stop bringing any further disgrace on the Todoroki name after how much bad press they caught in the wake of the Sekoto Peak incident. Dabi, of course, immediately started to look for the worst thing he could do that wasn't illegal and he had signed himself up to lose his virginity on camera for Japan's premiere queer porn site. 'Dabi' was technically his stage name, but he wasn't hiding anything else plus his burns are so distinctive, and after years of the Todoroki's being in the public eye, he was damn certain that everyone would know exactly who he was. He went to his first shoot, didn't get off, got paid, and waited. It only took a week for the scandal to break and his father was livid, but when he'd threatened to kick him out of the family home, Shoto and Natsuo had shot back that they would be the first ones to head over to the tabloids and tell them he was homophobic, and so his father just had to silently seethe that he had, over the past six years, secured himself as the best switch on the site. He was making more than enough to move out, but he didn't give his father the satisfaction of finding out that he does have an apartment that he stays at every night he's not home.

He's a hot commodity because he's got a pierced dick, a fire quirk perfect for temperature and wax play, and he's 'exotic-looking' for people who want more of a bad boy type. And he's been doing this for six years, and hasn't ever once actually cum on camera. He's not sure if it's because of his burns and fucked up nerves, or because he's too focused on this being a job, or what. But in professional circles, he's made a name for himself because of that too. The plus side is he can stay hard for ages and get his scene partners off as many times as they want him to. He also doesn't have any issues with cock rings, plugs, or chastity cages on him in a scene, and he's gotten absolutely masterful at faking his orgasms. There are already methods employed to make ejaculation look more excessive for the cameras, and he's fine with using those methods on camera. Because the thing is, as soon as he gets off-camera, even if he decides to actually fuck one of his previous scene partners in his free time, he doesn't have an issue orgasming then. He used some of his significant pay to try to see a few different therapists about that, but none of them had a real explanation for it, and given he was constantly getting tested and ensuring his sexual health was perfect with his doctors, and didn't show any other performance issues, he just shrugged it off. He doesn't get off on camera, but he's a perfect performer otherwise, and the directors that will work with him have absolutely made their money back a hundred fold, so they aren't complaining either.

Giran does look like he's going to burst a blood vessel in his forehead as he finds out that Muscular's STI test is out of date and they'll have to reschedule the shoot until tomorrow while he goes and gets tested today. That's really no skin off his nose. He doesn't like doing scenes with Muscular, the guy is just gross in a way that has him just waiting for something to come out about how he's treated his fans, or an ex, or someone else. But Dabi gets paid big, no pun intended, for doing shoots that show off how much of a size queen he can be and Muscular has a quirk that can literally make his dick get bigger while it's inside of him, so they've been paired together for a few shoots. He's just glad that he found this out before he got all into makeup because if he's suddenly got the afternoon free, he's gonna hop over to Natsuo's university and take his little bro out for lunch and to make a nice public scene of the porn star Todoroki corrupting the med student who might actually make something of himself.

They wrap it up for the day and he heads out. His brother is more than happy to go have a bite between classes and his father is furious to see the pictures of him in his sheer shirt and leather pants, wearing a cockring on a necklace, plastered across the front page of every gossip site by that evening.

///

"What the fuck do you mean he's got--" Giran's face goes red and Dabi thinks that he's in serious danger of bursting two veins today. "That's why he was trying to dodge it yesterday? Fuck that. Take him off our actor list. If he starts a fuss, remind him that his failure to show up with a valid test yesterday means that he was in breach of contract and he's lucky I'm not suing his ass." Giran hangs up and does something Dabi hasn't ever seen him do on set, he pulls out his cigs and lights up. "Pack it in. We don't have a second star."

Fuck. He was really looking forward to the paycheck for this one. He'll get paid for the couple of hours he sat around the past two days, but he's not gonna get anywhere near the payout that this shoot was supposed to get him. "You know I'm down for a solo scene." Dabi offers. It's such a waste to have rented the space for this, to have everything set up, and not even use it. "We can switch the script to the 'villains' having dosed me with an aphrodisiac quirk and I can use one of the oversized toys?"

"I appreciate that, Dabi, but the contract was for a two person shoot."

"Magne?" He offers. They don't normally film together, and he doesn't know if she'll want to take on this role as someone who's supposed to be 'assaulting' him, but she's got a big dick and they have worked together before. Though they have more fun drinking and clubbing together than they do working together.

"She's booked up for the next two days. Called her last night when shit seemed suspect with Muscular."

"Shit."

"Shit." Giran agrees.

"Um," They both look up when Iguchi speaks, blushing so hotly that Dabi can see it through his scales.

"Oh? Dude, are you packing something bigger than your boom mic?" He teases lightly. Iguchi has worked sound on every job he's ever taken with Giran and that's been at least fifty over the past couple of years, he's pretty sure joking about what's in his pants isn't going to get him in trouble in this context.

"Er, not me, um, but I have a friend?"

"An actor?"

"Not exactly? He's the owner of La Vénus. He's a professional Dom."

"Shigaraki." Giran says, which is a name Dabi doesn't recognize, but LV is something he does. A very high-end sex club that he has always steered clear of to avoid any possibility of stalking or harassment, or possible contamination. "We can't wait for an amateur to get tested and teach him the ropes."

"He's... not a total amateur? He puts on private parties and hires crews so he and his guests can make their own movies if they want to. He makes sure that everyone, including himself, has a current, clean test before they're let in." He scratches the back of his neck, as if that will hide the blush that has creeped there too. "...He had a party last night, so the test is as current as it can be, unless he found someone else after we'd packed up all our equipment."

"That's something, but we are looking for someone well-endowed. If we just wanted anyone--"

"He's ten inches soft."

"Call him."

///

Iguchi is on the phone for about fifteen minutes before he comes back and assures the group that Shigaraki is on the way. In the hopes that this works, Giran goes to get a fresh contract written up and printed and Dabi starts to get into makeup. He was particularly excited about this shoot because he's supposed to be playing himself. Or more specifically, he's supposed to be the kidnapped kid of a hero who's about to get 'assaulted' so that the kidnappers can leave him broken to be found later. He likes a CNC scene anyway, and one where he was getting fucked by a monster of a cock was definitely appealing to him, even if he wouldn't be getting off to it until he got to watch back the footage on his own. But that means his makeup gets to be a little rougher, and a mascara and eyeliner gets put on that is sure to run when he cries. He had actually used some of the early money to get his tear ducts repaired fully so that he wasn't bleeding on set and freaking people out, and his eyes are way more sensitive now. His siblings tease him for being a crybaby, but the money shot of his big blue eyes all shiny with tears and cum dripping down his face has won him three awards over the years, so he's fine with that.

They're an hour behind their shoot schedule when Shigaraki shows up. Dabi immediately gets out of his chair so that he can see what this guy looks like and he's a little startled to find a man about his height with long stark white hair. His hair hasn't been that color in eight years. He hasn't seen his mother in ten. But he shakes that disjointed melancholy and tries to take in the rest of him. He's wearing a long-sleeved gray sweater and tight black pants that Dabi is really doubting could hide the monster cock they've been promised, and black leather gloves with the middle finger and index finger cut out of the cloth. The long, wavy white hair falls across his face that's a little longer, a little more oval than Dabi's own, with a birthmark to one side of his mouth, a scar splitting his lips on the opposite side, and another going over one of his ruby-red eyes. And there's... a weird scaly-looking cracked-skin texture all over his mouth and around his eyes that immediately sends Dabi's warning bells ringing. Being clean of STIs isn't the only thing he needs to be worried about, and a rash or other skin condition means this is absolutely not happening.

Giran converges on him and Shigaraki shakes his hand. "Nice to see you again, Tomura."

"You as well. I didn't expect it to be like this, I will say."

"Well we're desperate and according to Iguchi you can fill the role?"

"I can try."

They all move over to one of the side areas set up around the rest of the room so that they can discuss the scene, and over the course of the next hour, Dabi finds out that La Vénus has been used as a filming set a few times before, which is how Shigaraki met Giran and Iguchi, and why he's familiar with the general setup even if he's never been an actor on set before. Dabi also learns that the shattered texture is an effect of his apparently, extremely dangerous quirk, that the weird gloves mitigate. They go through the whole contract, what they're looking for in the shots. The plan was only to have two days of filming, one for the bulk of the shots and then a second to do extra material or reshoots if they needed it. Now they only have this location for the rest of the day, and that means they've got to get this done in that amount of time unless Giran can stretch their budget. So after Shigaraki has been fully briefed on how they want things to get set up, what positions, how hard he can go, he gets a glance at the script, but there really isn't much there. The roles were written for him and Muscular, and they've worked together enough that Dabi had more than expected to know what he was in for, but he and Shigaraki do get acquainted as he learns what Dabi's pain threshold is.

They just move off to the side and he bends over, ass up, and lets Shigaraki bring his hand across the backs of his thighs, over his scars so that the camera won't pick up that he's been roughed up before they get rolling. The other man seems vaguely amused, but he's professional enough, clearly used to this kind of thing in his own professional experiences.

"What level are you wanting to stay around?"

"I've got another shoot in a few days, so I'd like to keep it at a five, but you can go up to a seven when the scene calls for it."

"I can do that." And he levels a blow against the backs of his thighs that makes Dabi's skin tingle and sting from the impact, but it's a good thuddy hit instead of stingy and he considers.

"Three."

Shigaraki gives him a few more hits until they're reliably at a five, and one seven so that he knows exactly how high his cap is for this scene. Then they start to get him into makeup and Dabi sits to chat him up for a bit, trying to figure out how to work with him, the same way he normally does when it's his first time filming with someone new.

"Anything I should stay away from while we're going?"

"Hmm, not really, I'm fine with everything in the script. What about you?"

"I like it when my hair gets pulled, and when you're going in for the face fucking thing, go as hard as you can. If a staple doesn't pop out, then it's not hard enough." He wishes he could smoke, but he settles for fiddling with one of the staples on the back of his hand instead. "And I know what the scene is about, but if you can avoid name-dropping Endeavor, I'd appreciate it."

"I can do that."

"Good, ‘cause if you don't and I go soft, then that's on you, newbie."

"What about the--"

"That's fine. I have never once called that bastard that. It's not gonna take me out of the scene." And then he hesitates but mutters, "And you have a nondisclosure agreement that you had to sign before filming with me, did you read the whole thing?"

Shigaraki doesn't blink. "I did," pretty sure he did it while he and Giran were going over what to change on set to do this whole thing in one continuous shot. "Every one of your orgasms is faked? That's surprising."

"You watch my videos?" He deflects, batting his eyelashes.

"More often than I should, is that a problem?"

"No, I worked with a nineteen year old last month who told me I was his sexual awakening."

"So how does that work?"

"You're gonna fuck me through the scenes until you finish, we can take breaks between scenes if you need them, and when we've gotten through the material, at the very end, I'll essentially be cock warming you while our makeup artists fake the final shot with some tubes and some clever angles. Depending on how much you cum, they might also squirt me here and there with a little more of the fake stuff to make it pop on camera."

"Alright."

"You're very chill about all of this."

"I run a sex club, this isn't anything new, though more sterilized than what I usually get up to." Jin comes over to get his measurements for their meager on-set wardrobe and Shigaraki lets him without blinking. "Have you ever been to La Vénus?"

"Not yet, but maybe someday. What's your security like?"

"We have a private entrance and exit for high profile guests, and we can assign someone to act as a bodyguard for you if you're worried about harassment. We've also hosted a few meet-and-greets for other actors if that's something you'd be interested in."

"Really?" Dabi perks up a little at that. Meet-and-greets and cons are great ways of getting some extra cash and keeping his fans happy, but there's only two Adult Entertainment conventions in Japan a year and he hasn't taken off enough internationally to get invited to any other ones. "Sounds like fun."

"I'll give you my card when you have pockets." He teases lightly, and yeah, the robe he's wearing over his black boxer briefs doesn't exactly have any storage.

They chit-chat for another half an hour and Dabi is pleased to note when Shigaraki does get changed into the tight leather pants and the body harness that they have to fit him, he's way more cut under the sweater and definitely has a bulge in his pants that he's looking forward to getting very up-close and personal with. With everything set, Dabi loses the robe and gets on set. The bare mattress on the ground looks absolutely disgusting, and it is actually kind of gross because the fake blood and dirt that got rubbed into it to make it dirty is kind of stiff and scratchy in areas, Dabi tilts his head up to get the last little bits of make-up applied, a bit of fake blood around his hairline and dripping down his forehead like he's been knocked out, then the quirk dampening cuffs are locked in place, and the black bag goes over his head. And Dabi forgets about the cameras.

///

Even footsteps move across the concrete floor towards him and Dabi tenses, reaching for his quirk, and when that doesn't work, he curls in a little tighter on himself, trying to protect himself as the cold air bites against his skin. He doesn't know what this is, where he is, and his voice trembles slightly when he tries to growl,

"People are going to look for me."

It's a man's voice that hums out softly as the footsteps stop in front of him, "Oh I'm sure they will. I'm just not sure that they'll find you." His hair is grabbed through the bag and his head is forced up roughly. The pain spikes out sharply enough across his scalp, and Dabi cries out as he does it, and that only makes the man give a low, cruel laugh. "Your heroes are coming to find you. But not before I make sure they see that you're nothing more than a filthy whore who isn't worth saving." He pulls the bag off of his head and Dabi squints, the light here is still pretty dim and diffused, but it's still more than he could see through the dark fabric. "And maybe, if you're a good enough one, you'll still be breathing by the time they get here."

He whimpers as he looks up at his captor, at how he's already only half-dressed, his cock already stirring as he catches him by the chin to pull his head up. The other man forces him to meet his eyes as his thumb runs across the line of staples in his chin, going up to his lower lip and pulling on it slightly. Just enough to make it part and Dabi squeezes his eyes shut as he trembles. "Don't, please." His voice is small and terrified and his captor is unmoved. "Please, I--I have money, I can make this all go away, no one needs to know--"

The other man laughs and it's even crueler than the one before. "Never heard a whore beg not to be fucked, but I think you're going to change your tune." The grip on his face goes harder and Dabi cries out as he's forced closer, practically falling into his legs with his limbs bound. "Because if you don't put on a good show for me," he hooks a finger under the edge of one of the staples in his cheek and Dabi gasps as pain starts to tingle out from the punctures. "Then I may get bored and find a different way to pass my time." He pulls a bit harder and Dabi cries out,

"Stop! Don't, please! I--I'll be good, sir!" He tries desperately. He pulls a little harder and Dabi tries anything else. He knows what sadists like him like. Knows they want to have him be beneath them, "Master," harder still, the staple is barely in place and he has so many. If he tears them all out-- "Daddy!"

The pressure lessens and the other man looks at him, his eyes shining with his mirth. "He's not going to save you from me."

Dabi can't move enough to rear back from the implication, and he feels sick to his stomach as he tries to pivot from the violence this man so clearly wants an excuse to use against him. But he makes himself speak anyway, leaning into his touch instead of trying to move away the way he so desperately wants to. "Please, Daddy, I'll be good." He tries to flutter his lashes. "Let me make you feel good, Daddy."

The grip loosens a bit and he tries to swallow his nerves as he leans forward until he can run his tongue along the leather of his pants, over the half-hard cock beneath like this is all he wants, and not just a desperate attempt to survive. He licks and sucks at the fabric as he tries to settle the roiling in his gut enough to be able to do this without vomiting. His hands, even cuffed together, can move up his thighs as he brings his mouth to his zipper and catches it between his teeth, pulling it down inch by inch, as he looks up at his captor. He smells the familiar musk of arousal even as the other man catches his chin hard again, making his staples bite deeper into his skin and bringing tears to the corners of his eyes.

"You're going to be a good boy for Daddy, or I'm going to pull out your teeth and then we're going to try this again."

Dabi whimpers, any fleeting thought of trying to hurt him a million miles from his mind now. "I'll be good, Daddy." He promises again.

"Prove it, whore."

He trembles slightly as he undoes his belt and button too, opening his pants completely and... reaching inside to wrap his fingers around him. He's still only half hard as he pulls him free, and he's already huge. Big enough to make his jaw ache, for certain. His cock is thick as well as long, the head flushing, and veins winding beneath the velvet skin of him. It's a big cock, a pretty one too, and if he were anywhere else, if this was any other time, it would make his mouth water. But right now he just feels a little sicker as his own cock starts to stir a bit. He looks up at the white-haired man through his lashes as he presses his lips to his head in a fluttery little kiss, then he really starts to work his mouth the ways he knows feel good. He licks his lips, and presses more kisses around his head and along his shaft as he grows harder and Dabi gets him wetter. He'll need him wet if he wants to get him all the way into his throat without too much discomfort.

His skin tastes clean, and that hot smell of arousal rolls through him like a thunderstorm. One of his favorite things to do in a shoot is give head, and against the haze of fear still trying to settle over his mind, he finds himself slipping into that space. The place where it feels so good to have the weight of a cock on his tongue and stretching open his lips. And oh, does his cock stretch him now. He's so big that Dabi has to pull off a few times, licking his palms and working his hand along his length as he breathes deep and relaxes his jaw a little more. He needs to do more than that, but the next time he opens his mouth, a hard grip is catching him by his hair and yanking him forward. Dabi's jaw is forced wide, the seam through his lower lip tearing and sending another sharp point of pain through him. And his cock is at the back of his mouth so quickly that he's gagging, even though he can normally fight that reflex.

The man above him laughs, and the sound is so cruel that Dabi squeezes his eyes shut against it. "You can't even manage this? Those movies must really fake a lot." He says it like he knows all of the times he's failed to get off during a scene and it fills him with a dizzying humiliation. Humiliation that pulses straight through his veins to his cock, that he knows must be hardening visibly in his thin boxer briefs. He rests his cuffed hands against his thighs and does his best to swallow around the massive intrusion in his mouth, running his tongue along a vein he feels pressing against him in the hope of distracting him. "That's better. Show me what a good fuck you can be from this hole and maybe I'll be nicer when I get to the other one, princess."

Dabi can't help the tears that finally spill over his cheeks as his captor grips his hair harder to hold him in place before he brings his hips back and snaps them forward with enough force that the head of his cock pushes past the tight ring of his throat and into his esophagus without letting him warm up the muscles for the intrusion. It's a sharp agony that steals his breath away, and he doesn't get even a second of reprieve because he's doing it again. He fucks hard into his throat two more times before Dabi manages to follow the brutal rhythm and actually start to swallow around him.

It hurts, and he hates it, and he's certain that he's bleeding from his lip, positive that if he isn't a little more gentle, then his staples will pull. He's not a whore. He's not a girl. But he's achingly hard as he barely manages to breathe. As he's turned into nothing but a hole for this monster to fuck. Drool spills down his chin and stings the split seam, but he doesn't have a chance to swallow. He must look like a mess, blood, and spit, and tears mingling on his face as he's used, as the world ceases to exist beyond the hard fucking his mouth is being used for. And every time he thinks that he can't take any more, that he can't possibly be this big, he fucks him a little harder, a little deeper, and his throat is a little fuller than it ever has been before without someone using a quirk to fill him.

And the sounds of it as it happens. God, the sounds are even more filthy, even more humiliating. Every hard thrust has his balls slapping his sloppy chin, and that crack of skin against skin as he makes the most pathetic gulping and gurgles as he's ruined, is enough that Dabi doesn't think he'll ever be able to shed the shame that comes over him. And he's hard. That keeps coming to him, reminding him with every rough movement that makes him shift where he's kneeling. His body doesn't care that this is wrong, that this is humiliating, that he's disgusted by what's happening to him. His filthy whorish body loves having such a big cock in his mouth. It makes pleasure tingle under his skin as the man's breaths grow rougher, as he growls and groans as his fingers knot hard enough into his hair that his scalp aches.

"That's it, fuck, that's much better. Really can be such a good slut when you're given the right motivation, can't you?" He pushes in harder, but slows down a little. It still hurts, but now he's lingering deep in his throat, and Dabi grows frantic, swallowing around him convulsively in the hopes of getting him out so that he can take a breath. "That's it, baby. Mm, just like that. Fuck, you're so hungry for it, aren't you, princess?"

He doesn't pull back until Dabi's vision is going black around the edges, and even then he keeps his mouth stretched wide as Dabi tries his best to suck in the air he's starving for while his head leaks all over his tongue. His pre is bitter and salty and the taste of him shouldn't make his undergarments get wetter too as he leaks as well. The man pulls all the way out, his head smearing his saliva and beads of pre over his lips as he loosens his grip on his hair and strokes through it instead, forcing him to look up at him again. "You want it so badly, don't you, baby girl?"

Dabi squeezes his eyes shut, fresh tears slipping over his cheeks as he sobs weakly. But then the fingers tighten in his hair again and he opens them again, sucking in a breath to plead, "I want it." His voice is scratchy and weak from how raw his throat is from the abuse. "Please, Daddy, I want it. Your cock is so big, it feels so good fucking my slutty throat. I wanna taste your cum, Daddy, please--" He knows all the things he's supposed to say, they come out of him automatically, and he's grateful they do because his mind feels like it’s a million miles away. He can't tell if he's floating or not, but it doesn't matter if he can just be good for Daddy.

"That's a good girl." A little flicker of pleasure goes through him again at the praise and he opens his mouth wide, relaxing as much as he can. "Such a pretty little whore, so eager to be used even after all that fuss." And Daddy sounds amused as he feeds his cock back into his mouth. He lets him suck and lick at him for a few seconds before he's tightening his grip in his hair. That's all the warning he's given before he's fucking back into his throat, but Dabi puts that warning to good use this time. He's ready to swallow around him now, ready for the roughness that comes and gets more frantic as he tastes more and more pre.

It only takes another few minutes before Daddy is pulling out of his mouth as his balls draw tight and his cum pulses out of him in thick spurts. The first lands across his lips and his open mouth, filling his mouth with the heat and taste of him, but the next splatters his cheek, his chin, and soon his face is dripping with it as he remembers what other people, partners, directors, performers have wanted from him. He opens wide so the other can see his cum on his tongue and then he swallows it, licking his lips and catching all of it there too. He doesn't like how that part is tinged copper with his blood, but it doesn't matter. Daddy is looking at him with hot red eyes, and he's not hurting him. He thinks that means he's being good.

"Thank you, Daddy." He slurs.

"You're welcome, princess. Do you like having Daddy's cum in your mouth?"

He barely manages to nod weakly. The grip on his hair goes tighter again and he pushes his head down. It pulls his neck sharply, and nearly makes him lose his balance and topple face-first into the concrete. He yelps.

"Then you'll enjoy cleaning that up, won't you, baby girl?"

His face burns as he finds that he is looking at a small puddle of the white liquid that had dripped off of his face onto the ground. It's disgusting and Dabi's entire mind twists in revulsion, but his treacherous body doesn't care. His cock is so hard that he's soaking his underwear. He sobs a little harder, but manages a tiny nod.

"Well then?"

Dabi leans down and starts to lick up the little puddle and Daddy laughs at him before he starts to move. He doesn't dare look up to find out where he's going, instead forcing himself to lick at the floor, the rough texture of concrete against his tongue as he eats the pooled cum.

It's not until he feels the thin mattress beneath his knees dip that he realizes exactly where he's moved to and what he's certain is coming next. His suspicions are confirmed when leather clad fingers catch the fabric of his boxer briefs and he tugs them down, exposing him. Dabi starts to lift his head, he wants to beg for the other to stop-- but the air around the room cracks sharply as a preemptive slap comes down over his ass hard enough he cries out instead of speaking.

The handprint is still stinging on his ass as Daddy takes a hold of that cheek as he spreads him open. "Look at that pretty pink pussy, baby girl. Can't even tell how many filthy cocks you've already had inside of you."

He flinches, "I-it's not-- I'm not a girl!" The protest gets him another hard slap, but this one comes down between his cheeks, directly against his hole, and Dabi squeals as the pain shoots through him and makes him sob harder.

"You are whatever I say you are, whore." His voice is a growl laced with menace and Dabi cries harder as he starts to shake so much, sure he's going to be hit again or torn open on his cock.

"I-I'm s-sorry, Daddy," he sobs.

"You will be if you keep misbehaving. Clean up that mess."

He doesn't hesitate this time, licking at the drying cum on the floor like he's starving for it. He's crying hard enough that he must not hear it when the other man tears open a packet of lube. But his fingers are definitely wet with it and so cool when they touch his stinging hole again. Dabi whimpers, the chill of his fingers feeling good against him in spite of himself. He shouldn't like that, it shouldn't feel good when he knows what is coming next, just the way he shouldn't still be so hard from having his throat fucked, but he is. It's a miracle Daddy hasn't noticed yet and even after he's finished cleaning up his cum, Dabi keeps his head down, his teeth biting into his lower lip and making the split worse because those fingers circle and tease his hole. They make him so wet that there's lube rolling down his taint and dripping along his balls like-- like he's got a gushing cunt before he even starts to press the first long finger inside of him.

Dabi sobs instead of moaning, and he thinks that's the best he can hope for. He doesn't know how long he's going to be able to hold out on that because Daddy starts to move his fingers inside of him, around him, stretching him open and making the nerves inside tingle and start to whine with pleasure as he prepares him for his cock. He whimpers, his thighs starting to shake as he's fucked open. His breaths hitch as Daddy murmurs,

"That's it, princess, fuck you're so hot here. All that fire under your skin and yet here you are, helpless and desperate for any scrap of mercy I give you."

He can't find his words before the other crooks his fingers and finds his prostate, and despite everything, he's still so turned on that just the barest touch there has a loud, wanton moan tearing out of his throat. The fingers inside of him stop abruptly and Dabi's whole body goes tight with terror.

The next second the man's other hand is knotting into his hair again and Dabi is being yanked back, pulled further on the mattress, his torso twisted onto his side, and his pelvis at an angle too, one leg pushed up so that hungry red eyes can see his hole and his flushed, leaking cock.

"Naughty little slut," the words are purred with the other man's pleasure. "Look at that, your pretty clit is just as desperate to be fucked as your throat and your pussy." Dabi shakes his head weakly, his insides boiling with his shame at his body being talked about like that, but he doesn't dare to protest verbally. He can't say anything at all when Daddy fucks his fingers back into him roughly, adding a third and stretching him wide.

Moans spill out from his ruined lips as Dabi clutches onto the dirty mattress with his bound hands. He cries harder because he's right. It all feels so good in a way sex hasn't felt for a long, long time. Better than any partner he's been with outside of work, better than his shoot partners for it. It feels good to be degraded and violated by this awful, cruel, handsome man with a cock he's dreamt about having all his life, and Dabi doesn't know how to handle it at all. He just knows he's so sharply overwhelmed that he's terrified that even the cuffs won't keep his quirk at bay and he'll set the bed on fire if Daddy keeps fucking his fingers against his prostate.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

"So desperate for something else in your pretty cunt, princess? Alright, just ask nicely." His fingers pull out of his hole, but it's the other hand that catches his chin and makes him look out towards something else in the room. Dabi can't see far, his eyes blurred with tears and too much light from that direction making the other end of the room seem like a haze. "Tell the heroes how badly you want Daddy's cock in your pussy and you'll get it, baby girl."

He shakes his head again weakly. No, he's not a girl, he's not-- Daddy spanks his hole again and Dabi screams from the pain. "No, no, stop, Daddy, don't--" His protests earn him another hit right there and Dabi sobs as he gushes pre against his stomach.

"Your cunt is getting so puffy, princess." He hums. "Going to hurt even more if I spank you until this skin is the same color as your scars before I fuck you." And he gives him another slap.

Dabi shatters. "Daddy, please! Please, Daddy, please fuck my pussy! Please, I need your cock, Daddy," he sobs. "It felt so good with your fingers inside. Please, I need my cunt full of your cum! M-my clit is so hard, Daddy, please, please, please!"

Daddy groans and pulls him up by his hair again so he can lick the filthy words and the traces of his own cum out of Dabi's mouth as he hooks one of Dabi's legs over his shoulder. He barely has time to surrender to the tongue invading his mouth with a whine before Daddy's cock is rubbing against his puffy, aching pussy. He's cool from the lube and that contrast soothes some of the sting while still making the press of his head as he starts to sink in, feel even more intense than it ever has before. Dabi is sobbing again, this time from how good he feels, as he kisses Daddy back messily. His cock feels even bigger stretching open his pussy and he's moaning and whimpering, his whole body shaking, from his pleasure as he sinks inside.

Daddy pants against his lips, "That's it, baby girl, let me hear how much you like having your pussy raped."

It's a sharp reminder that he shouldn't like it. That he should be scared, that he shouldn't want more. But he does. He wants it as Daddy bottoms out inside of him. He barely gets a chance to catch his breath, to adjust, before Daddy is pulling almost all the way out and then snapping his hips forward again with the same brutality as he fucked his throat with. He moans and screams, his head thrown back as he's fucked, every movement putting such an enormous pleasure beneath his skin he thinks he may burst around it.

His throat is raw by the time he's gasping, "Daddy! Daddy! Please!"

"'Please' what, princess?" Doesn't stop moving so hard into his body even as he speaks. "Good whores ask for what they want. And you want to be Daddy's good whore, don't you?"

He wants it almost as sharply as he wants, "Touch my clit, please, Daddy! Close, please, need you--"

"Oh, my sweet little girl," Dabi mewls because the condescending words are only making him need it more. He's so close. "No."

Dabi whines, fresh tears falling down his cheeks.

"Because good girls can cum just from having Daddy's cock in their tight little pussies." And he's bound and determined to prove that, because the grip against his body tightens as Daddy angles his hips up a little more, pulls back nearly entirely out of is hole, and thrusts back in hard, making sure that the entire length of is cock moves over his prostate as he fucks him so heard Dabi's insides feel like they're being stirred up.

He barely hangs on for two thrusts at that new, perfect angle before he's screaming, "Daddy!", as his balls tighten and his clit kicks hard as his orgasm swells through his skin. He paints his release up his chest, splattering his own chin, and tightens even more around Daddy's cock as every cell in his body hums with pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cum, baby. Did such a good job--" Daddy keeps moving inside of him as Dabi writhes as his pleasure goes sharper and sharper on each subsequent thrust until it trips over the edge into pain and Dabi is whining again. Thankfully, it doesn't take much longer after that for Daddy to drive his cock in deep one more time before Dabi is drenched with his cum all over again.

He is beyond dazed when he realizes that Daddy's pulled out, but there's still something inside of him. Moving around in the mess that is beginning to leak out of his swollen cunt.

"Open your mouth, princess."

Dabi follows the command immediately and the fingers pull out of his pussy and move to his mouth instead, dripping with more of Daddy's cum. He doesn't have to be asked, he latches onto the soiled leather as soon as they touch his lips, sucking on his fingers and licking them clean as Daddy smiles at him softly and strokes his hair.

"You did such a good job, little girl. Such a good girl for Daddy. Showed the entire world how ruined you already are." His head is too full of cotton candy fluff for him to make sense of what he's being told. "Seems like such a waste to kill you now." Daddy's voice lingers for a second and he hums. "I'm sure I can find use for such an obedient whore, so I think I'm going to keep you, princess. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't you want to stay with Daddy?"

Dabi nods weakly with his fingers still in his mouth. Daddy takes them out and he barely slurs, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Let's get going before the heroes come and find your best performance yet, sweetheart." Daddy picks him up and Dabi curls up against his chest, too exhausted to know anything past how good it feels to be held after something so intense.

///

Dabi is fucking boneless when he sort of starts to come out of it enough to realize that someone's wiping the cum from his face, and has wrapped him in his robe. He blinks as he realizes he's just sort of staring at the cables running across the floor to the lights. The cloth touches the edge of a sore staple and he whimpers softly, that little bit of pain making him wince.

"Sorry," the touch lightens immediately and Dabi looks up to find the voice. Shigaraki tries to be even more gentle as he finishes up. "Here, Giran said you like to have this after you're finished?" He reaches over for the smoothie that he'd brought for the shoot. He hits the button to flip out the straw and brings it to Dabi's lips and he manages to stay coherent enough to take a few sips. The sharp sugary sweetness and coldness of the drink against his tongue has him moaning hazily, taking the cup and trying to get more into his parched throat. "Not too fast, baby." Shigaraki murmurs, stroking his hair softly. Dabi forces himself to slow down.

It still takes about half of the smoothie for him to fully register that other people are moving around. Lighting people, sound people, people breaking down the set because they must have gotten the shots they needed. Shigaraki is still sitting with him, one hand rubbing along his back, and the other tapping at some game on his phone.

"Holy fuck," He croaks.

Before Shigaraki can get a word in, Giran is right in front of him, looking ecstatic. "'Holy fuck'!" He agrees, possibly on the verge of vibrating. "You came! On camera! And the chemistry, you two played off each other perfectly."

Dabi is still a little too hazy to fully match his excitement. But yeah, yeah that was perfect. He can't remember the last time he was able to slip into the headspace of a scene on camera and not have little bubbles of work break through. But even though Shigaraki had mostly stuck to using Muscular's dialogue, he hadn't felt like cringing out of his skin, and the things he's added-- "I think I'm going to keep you, princess. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't you want to stay with Daddy?"-- he hadn't squirmed to try and get to a better angle for the cameras, hadn't given a thought to if his makeup was running the way it was supposed to or not. He had just been in the scene like this was for fun and not for work and he'd cum on camera.

"Did we get the shots?" He's pretty sure they must have, or Giran would definitely look more stressed out than happy.

"We got everything, kid. And you," He rounds on Shigaraki who's hand falls away from Dabi's back. "You should let me get you an agent. Once this debut airs, you're going to be in high demand."

Shigaraki looks amused, "I don't think I'll have time to do this professionally, but I'm glad that my performance was satisfactory."

"'Satisfactory'," Giran sounds disbelieving as he shakes his head. "Fucking Christ, you have no idea." He really doesn't. It's a good thing that he's already got a sex club, and Dabi wonders how many more people will be looking to contract him as their dom once this goes live. "Dabi, you good?"

He gives a weak thumbs up. "Ibuprofen?"

"I'll check with Mai." He goes away and Shigaraki gives him his full attention.

"Was anything too much?"

"You made me cum on camera, I literally don't think that you could have done any better, Shigaraki."

That gets the other man giving him a small, bemused smile. "You put on quite a show as well. I may be biased, but I think that might have been your best performance."

He's absolutely biased, but he's also right, and Dabi hasn't even seen the tape yet. "Best one I've ever put on in public, definitely." He hints very lightly as he takes another sip of his smoothie. Oh, he absolutely needs a real shower when he gets home and then he's gonna order a million things to eat before he soaks in the tub until it all arrives. Is that aftercare as good as when he has someone else seeing to his needs after an intense scene? No, but he knows how to make due after all this time.

Shigaraki reaches into his jacket pocket and Dabi realizes that he's dressed already. "I have to get back to V to start getting things set up for tonight," He explains. But he takes out a card and a pen and scrawls something across the back. "If you decide that you want to put on a meet-and-greet or another live event, you can reach me at the number on the front." He hands over the matte charcoal gray card embossed with red foil that has his name, number and email on the front. Dabi flips it over to the back and finds that he's written another number on the back in red ink.

"And this one?"

"My personal line, if you ever want to have a more private party or dinner sometime?"

Dabi hums. He gets asked out a lot, he gets propositioned a thousand times more often than that. He knows how to play it cool. Shigaraki doesn't need to know that he's committing the digits to memory. "I'll keep that in mind," he says lazily. "Thanks for your work today, Shigaraki."

"You can use my first name, Dabi."

"Tomura," he corrects, and pretends he doesn't like how that tastes on his tongue. It earns him one of those slow, approving smiles that makes Dabi want to get right back on his knees for him even though his lips are so sore already.

"I hope I hear from you soon." And that's all he leaves him with. Dabi watches him head out, stopping to exchange a few words with a blushing Iguchi and a slightly manic Giran before he's leaving the set. Mai brings him the pain meds he'd asked for and he finishes his smoothie before he gets dressed and he arranges his ride.

If he puts Tomura's personal number into his phone while he waits, then that's not anyone else's business but his own.

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