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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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˜”°•.˜”°• The Rare Gem •°”˜.•°”˜

Synopsis: Animal mutation quirks are fairly rare so you were captured by the underground black market because of your quirk. You were to be put up for sale to the highest bidder. You just hope that whoever wins you was a kind soul and will not mistreat you. This is how you ended up with Todoroki Shouto.

Warnings: Temperature play, collaring, pet play. Master/pet, reader has a kitsune type quirk, dom!Shouto, sub!fem!reader, oral (both receiving) overstimulation, cum play, cum swallowing, orgasm control, black coded (but can still be read by others), breeding kink, edging, creampie, ,squirting, fingering, spanking, branding/marking dub-con with a twist(CNC), clit pinching, multiple orgasms (both receiving) praise, degradation, slut calling, pet name (baby, snowflake, my love, etc), implied kidnapping

Word Count: 10k

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Fem!reader

Small taglist: @tokyometronetwork @babiefwuit @stygianoir @bookandyarndragon @megumri

How did you get yourself into the mess? You struggled against the chains binding your wrists with no avail. Sighing, you leaned your head against the cool metal of the cage they left you in. Perhaps it was because of your quirk that you were captured. Your quirk gave you the animal attributes of a fox. You had large ears, claws, fangs, and a bushy tail.

You usually maintained a good control over your quirk and only used the strength it gave you during missions, but at the time those men captured me, you lost control over your emotions due to an argument with your agency, causing your fox-like attributes to show.

The door creaked open loudly, the light blinding you temporarily. Squinting your eyes, you could faintly make out a figure. “Who’s there?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly from underuse.

Once your eyes had adjusted to the brightness that flooded into the dark room, you saw that it was the man that had captured you and you bared your teeth. “What do you want, you burnt bitch?”

Dabi, a man with burn scars that covered 60% of his body, smirked down at me. “Well, Doll, it’s your turn to be auctioned off. So, I’ve come to collect you.”

“You’re lucky these chains suppress my quirk, asshole!” you snarled, rising to your feet to glare at him. A blush lit up your cheeks when you noticed the look in his light blue eyes. Desire was swirling in them as they looked over your body. It was then you remembered that you were dressed only in a thin white dress. Squeaking out, you covered your chest with your hands and knelt back down. “Fucking pervert!” you cursed at Dabi.

He sent you another cocky smirk as he reached into his pocket for something. You watched as he pulled out the key that could unlock the cage you were trapped in. Dabi opened the door to your entrapment and quicker than what you could react to, he grabbed the chains circling your wrists, “Can’t have you running, can we, doll?” He then clicked something around your neck. A fucking shock collar!

You wanted so badly to claw Dabi’s face off. Who the fuck did he think he was putting a damn shock collar on you? “Take this damned thing off of me! I am not a fucking dog, Dabi!”

“Ooh.” He purred. “Such a dirty fucking mouth you have on you.” His eyes narrowed as he pulled out a remote and pressed a button on it. Dabi watched with sick satisfaction as you convulsed from the electric shock that went through your body.

You opened your mouth and let out a strangled scream, begging for him to turn off the collar. He pressed the button again, turning the electricity off. “Now be a good little girl and follow me.” He attached another chain to the collar and yanked you alongside him.

The light blinded you once more as Dabi drug you out of the darkness of the back room. Scrunching your eyes together, you waited for them to adjust and saw that you were approaching another room. You blinked in confusion when Dabi opened the door and you were greeted by a blond with her hair tied in two messy buns. “What’s this?” you asked.

Dabi ignored you. “Toga. Make her look presentable for the men waiting to bid on her.”

You jerked your head back when Toga reached out and caressed your face with a wide smile on her face. She said something about how smooth and soft your skin was, which made your skin crawl even more.

You had already had to endure having your body inspected by some blue haired, crusty skinned creep earlier, now some blood crazed blonde was going to have her hands on me? “I don't need this, Dabi! I look fine now!” You could feel your emotions boiling over and knew that if you did not calm down soon, your fox-like attributes would come out.

Toga reached for the remote that Dabi held out for her. “Oh, my little foxy, we’re going to have so much fun together.” Her golden eyes twinkled with a look that you could only describe as a yandere with her sights set on her prey.

Eyeing the remote carefully, you sighed as you allowed her to pull you by the chain attached to your collar. Dabi had the decency to leave the room when Toga ripped through the white dress you were wearing with a knife she kept in the boxes on her legs.

The tip of the blade nicked your skin, not enough to break flesh but enough to leave a long red mark. You hissed when she leaned in to place a delicate kiss against the scratch. “What are you doing?”

“Making your owie better.” She said in her slightly singsong voice, her face flushing with a blush and she placed her hands against her cheeks. “You’re so cute when you’re angry. Do you resent us?”

“What do you think?” You snapped, looking away from her.

Toga pouted before skipping over to the clothing rack and pulled out a sleek red dress that had a high slit up to the thigh and was very low cut so that you were almost positive your breasts would pop out of it if you moved wrong.

You blinked in confusion when she pulled out her knife and cut a hole in the back of the gown. “Why are you ruining such a pretty dress?” The question slipped out before you could stop it.

The blonde flashed you a smile before pointing the knife at you and lunging. Your fear skyrocketed as your emotions flooded your brain. She was going to kill you? But were you not a precious item to the underground auction? You felt your fox-like attributes pop into existence as your instances told me to get out of the way.

You rolled out of the path of Toga’s knife, temporarily forgetting that you were chained to the table leg. The collar around your neck tightened, choking you. “Fuck!” you cursed as you tried to move back into your original position. Shooting a glare at the blonde, who was giggling up a storm. “What the fuck, Toga?!”

She said nothing as she turned around to look at you over her shoulder. Suddenly, you felt electricity send your body into convulsions. You let out a gurgled screech as you clawed at the collar around your throat. You watched through watery eyes as Toga approached you with a small orange medicine jar in her hands.

As the current still flowed through your body, you were helpless as she force fed you some kind of medicine. “There, foxy, that should keep those cute little ears and tail out for the men and women to see.” She pressed the button that shut off the shock collar and moved to help you into the short, sleek red dress.

Toga was careful with your tail as she guided it through the hole she made before zipping the gown up completely. “You’re so pretty! Just like a red bride.”

You shivered at the new nickname she dubbed me with. You had a name. Why won’t any of them use it? Still feeling the after effects of the collar, you had to let Toga help you to your feet so she could guide you over to the vanity where she did your hair and makeup. She gave you a red and black smokey eye paired with a bold red lip. To hide the thick shock collar around your neck, she placed a red ribbon with a bell attached to it over it.

For your hair, she simply curled it and tied black ribbons around your fox ears. “Just look at how beautiful you made you. If only they would let me take some of your blood. Then I could always remember what you look like, foxy.”

A knock came from the door before Dabi let himself back in. He took one look at me and let out a low wolf whistle. “Damn, dollface. If you weren't going to fetch us such a high price, I’d take you for my own.” He flashed you an attempt of a seductive smirk. If you had not despised him at the moment, you probably would have fallen for it. Your eyes worked fine. You knew Dabi was a sexy man. Hell, you were sure he knew it as well.

“Whatever.” you scoffed as he reached for the chain that he then used to drag me to your feet. “Slow down, will you? I am wearing heels.” Toga had finished off your look with a pair of five inch black stilettos with straps that went up the length of your calves.

You gasped when Dabi suddenly turned on you, a blue flame covering his left hand and a cruel look in his glowing blue eyes.

Dabi growled at me as he pulled me closer by the chain. “You are to be silent now, dollface.” He held the flame dangerously close to your face and you could do nothing but stare in fear.

You knew of Dabi’s quirk, Cremation. It reached temperatures that could melt everything it came in contact with, even wood that is supposed to burn. “If you utter a single word during the auction, I will not hesitate to kill you, understand?”

Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head and sealed your lips shut as Dabi curled his lips into a smile and snuffed out the flame. Yanking on the chain, he dragged you over to a large pedestal that had a cage around it. You could not help but to roll your eyes at it.

At least this one was a bit bigger than the last one you were placed in. Dabi then attached the end of your chain to a locking mechanism inside the cage and shut the door behind him.

“Good luck, doll. If you’re lucky, your new master won’t break you too badly.” He laughed as he walked away from the caged pedestal, but stayed within earshot in case you spoke out of turn.

You simply sat on the cool metal of the floor and curled your legs against your chest. You hated that it was because of your quirk that you were going to be sold off like livestock. Sometimes you hated having a mutation quirk, they were so rare that people would pay large money to have ya'll work for them.

If only you were stronger like Miruko, you would not have been captured like this. And if it were not for that medicine Toga forced you to swallow, you could have easily concealed your quirk, but no, you were in a constant state of heightened emotions.

“And now for the main event!” you heard the voice of the man who inspected your body call out loudly over the loudspeaker. Closing your eyes, you awaited your fate. You were to be bidded off to the highest paying bidder. You can only hope that your new master will be kind.

“Lastly, we have a rare mutation quirk owner. Her quirk gives her fox-like attributes.” The blue-haired host announced, you think his name is Shigaraki. “Let’s start the bid at five million.”

You blocked out most of the bids since the auctioneers were wearing masks that conceal their identities. Wrapping your tail around your body, you tried to make yourself smaller the higher your cost rose. It was currently up to twelve million and steadily rising.

You were beginning to hate being born with such a quirk. You opened your eyes to look out at the crowd, trying to see who was currently in the lead. you t would seem as if you were going to be purchased by some fat, disgusting older man and that caused a shiver to travel down your spine. He would not be gentle with you.

“Twenty-five million!” Shigaraki called out, his red eyes shining with glee. They were going to be rich off of this one. “Do I hear twenty-six? No? Going once. Twice..”

“That girl belongs to me now.”

You lifted your head when a smooth tenor voice filtered throughout the building and saw what looked to be a young man. You could only see his eyes through the black mask he wore; the left eye was blue, similar to Dabi’s while the right was grey.

How could he say that you belonged to him? Just how much money could someone like him have? The amount of money to purchase you was nearing thirty million?!

Shigaraki narrowed his eyes at the newcomer. “Oh? Then what’s your price?” He pressed the button on the remote that activated the shock collar around your neck, making you convulse around in your cage. “She’s such a fine specimen, you know?” He shut off the power when you let out a strangled plea for him to stop.

The man simply pulled out a thin black card and flung it at the auctioneer, watching him scramble after it. “Just charge whatever price you want to this card.” He walked over to Shigaraki and held his hand out expectantly for the key he held. Once he obtained the item, he walked over to the cage and opened it. “Come here.”

You looked up at him with reproachful eyes. Who was he? You flinched when Shigaraki offered him the remote to your shock collar and quickly shot up to your feet, wobbling slightly due to the stilettos. “Y-Yes, sir.” You slowly walked over to him and placed your hand into his proffered one.

That was as far as you could move due to the chain still latched to the side of the cage. He noticed it and stepped inside and unhooked it from its locking mechanism. Once the chain was free, he turned to face you, his eyes intense. His stare made you feel warm in places you could not describe.

“We’re going.” He said as he pulled at your chain gently. He turned to look at Shigaraki, “Just return that to me once the charges are made. I’ll send someone to retrieve it.”

-0-0-0

You sat in the seat across from the man that had purchased you. You still did not know who he was as he was still wearing the hood of the burgundy robes that the bidder wore and that black mask that only showed his intense heterochromatic eyes. Eyes which were locked on your body and made you squirm a bit under the intensity. You had wanted to cover your breasts with your arms but you were paralyzed by him.

You watched as he lowered the hood of his robe, revealing his long red and white colored hair and realization slowly began to strike you. It could not be him? He reached for the black mask that hid his face from you. You gasped.

There was no mistaking it. The long red and white hair, those blue and grey eyes, the intense red scar on the left side of his face. “You’re Todoroki Shouto!”

He let a small smile tilt at his lips as he brushed back a strand of his long hair. “Yes, but you shall only call me Master now.”

Shock rushed over you. Was he not a Pro Hero? Did he not purchase you to save you from the greedy men and women of the underground auction as a mission? You had been missing for nearly a week and you were an important asset to your agency.

You pulled at the chains circling your wrists, glaring at Shouto. “What are you talking about? You are the Pro Hero, Shouto, right? Isn't this a mission to rescue me? I’m a Pro Hero too!” you froze when you saw him hold up the remote control to the collar hidden behind the red ribbon around your neck, fear wrapping around your body. “What are you...”

Shouto did not let you finish your sentence as he pressed the button to activate the shock collar. He watched as you shook from the electricity coursing through your veins, your tail puffed out from the pain. “You belong to me and I thought I said you are only to call me Master.”

He pressed the button again to shut off the power and you fell back against the cool leather of the limo seat, trying to catch your breath. Shouto moved over to where you were sitting and gently looped his index finger around the collar and lifted me up.

“But to answer your question, yes I am the Pro Hero, Shouto, but this isn’t a mission to rescue you, my darling. I wanted you for myself. You should know how rare animal mutation quirks are and I find those little ears and tail of yours adorable.” The fingers of his other hand reached out and touched your ears at the base.

Without your permission, you had let out a moan when his fingers caressed the fur surrounding your ears. You quickly blushed and covered your mouth in a failed attempt to stifle the sound. You could only pray that he would ignore the sound.

You peeked up at him and gasped at the look of lust on his face as a rush of heat flooded your core. Damn him for being so damn attractive. It made it hard to hate him for what he was going to do. “M-my ears are sensitive...” Was all you said as you looked away from him.

He said nothing as he reached for you and pulled you into his lap. You tried your best to not stiffen in his hold as you curled your tail around your waist, protecting it from his touch. He already found out that your ears were rather sensitive, you did not need him learning that your tail was even more sensitive.

“That was a rather cute moan. I want to hear more of them.” Without a warning, he yanked down the top of the dress you were wearing, your breasts popping free. You let out a squeak as you tried to cover yourself but he yanked your hands away with a sharp tug at the chains circling your wrists. “Don’t move. That’s an order.”

“You can't just expect me to just sit still and let you do whatever you want with me! I am not your property!” you screamed, fighting against the chains trying to free yourself from his hold. your body went limp when his fingers slid over your ears, sending a pleasurable tingle down your spine. Another pitiful sounding moan left your mouth as you felt warmth flood your center when Shouto’s other hand began plucking at your nipples.

Shouto’s warm breath hit your shoulder as he leaned in closer, his voice echoed around the small space of the limo. “I can and I will, Snowflake.” His tongue licked a long, wet line up the side of your flesh, sending streaks of fire down your spine.

Damn it, you were attracted to him. Seeing him on television had spurned a crush on him. He rolled your left nipple in between his fingers as his mouth latched onto the spot where your neck and shoulder met. “Come on, Baby~...” He purred in a voice that should be illegal. “Let your voice out.”

You could not stop the wanton cry that left your throat when his hand moved from your breast to the increasingly damping spot between your thighs. His fingers slipped inside the dress you were wearing, skimming along the front of your panties. You let out another moan as he slid his index finger over that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck...” you choked out, quivering in his arms. you were fighting a losing battle with both your mind and body. Your mind was telling you to resist, yet don’t at the same time and your body was accepting his touch.

He pinched your clit roughly between his fingers as he sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met and his fingers rubbed one of your ears. The overstimulation of having so many erogenous zones touched at once was leaving you breathless.

You squirmed around on his lap and gasped when you felt it. Shouto’s cock was hard and pulsing against your ass. For some reason a sense of pride filled your mind. you were happy that you were able to turn on such a handsome man with your body. You let out another piercing moan when you felt his teeth bite down on your shoulder and his fingers graze over your clit again.

“Do you want me to shove my fingers inside, Baby?” He asked. “Do you want me to fuck you with them?”

Your eyes shot open as you realized what he was doing. ‘He’s fucking edging me. you hate being edged!’ you stubbornly shook your head, refusing to answer him. you would not give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg. Suddenly, you felt a chill run down your body where the fingers of his right hand trailed and a pitiful sounding cry left your throat. You wanted to beg. you wanted to beg so fucking badly, but you had your pride. “Fuck!” you screamed out when those icy fingers of his slid through the fur of your tail, stroking it softly.

Shouto let out a chuckle. “So, that’s why you kept moving it out of the way of your touch. Your tail is even more sensitive than your ears.” His breath turned cool as he whispered against your neck and you knew that he must be using his quirk to manipulate me into begging for his touch. Running those sinfully cold fingers through your tail from tip to base was driving me insane. “Let’s see how much longer you can hold back from begging me to fuck you.”

Youlet out another breathy moan when you felt his mouth close over one of your ears, his tongue swirling along the edge. you could literally feel your resolve breaking with each stroke of warm fingers of his left hand along your clothed pussy. When he squeezed your clit again, his fingers nearly burning hot is what made you break. “S-s-shit...Master, please?”

“Please what, Snowflake?” He mocked, rubbing his hot fingers along the sensitive bundle of nerves. His long hair brushed along your neck when he leaned over to watch your expression as his icy cold fingers found their way to the base of your tail and he rubbed his fingertips along the spot where it met with your lower back. you let out another wanton sounding mewl as you jerked around in his lap, grinding your hips down. “Say it. Beg for me, Baby.”

Biting your lip in irritation that he was going to make me beg for it, a low growl left me. Swallowing thickly, you lowered your head. “Please, Master, fuck me with your fingers. you want them inside me.” you let out a lusty cry of pleasure when one of his cold fingers slid your panties to the side and found purchase inside your dripping cunt. It was so cold that it hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. His left hand went for your tail, rubbing hot circles around the spot where it met with your flesh. Dammit, you wanted him. You wanted more than just a finger. You wanted his cock rammed deep inside you. “I need more.”

Shouto smiled as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you, edging you on slowly. His hot breath fanned over the swollen mark he’d left on your neck. He let out a grunt when you grinded your hips down into his crotch, your ass rubbing against his cock. Quickly, he added another icy finger to your dripping pussy. You could not hold back the lewd cry that left your mouth as you tossed your head back against his shoulder, sweat glistening on your forehead.

“Was that enough, your darling? Or do you still need more?” He taunted, drilling those fingers of his deeper.

You hated to admit it, but you were so turned on by him. There was no denying your attraction to him. you wanted him. you wanted more of this temperature play he was doing using his quirk. It felt so good to have his icy fingers inside while his hot palm gripped one of your breasts, twisting a nipple. Pride be damned! “Master, please? More. I need to feel more of you!” But the instant you admitted that you wanted him, he stopped and pulled away completely. You blinked in confusion when he lifted you off his lap and back onto the seat next to him.

“Unless you want the entire mansion to see you in such a state, I suggest you fix your clothing.” Shouto readjusted the silk tie of the suit he was wearing, ignoring the large bulge in his pants.

Looking away from him as shame filled your mind. He got what he wanted. You begged for him like a needy bitch in heat. Glaring at him, you pulled up the top of your dress the best you could with your bound hands. Growling when the movement put your hands in an awkward position, you glanced up at Shouto. He was already watching you with amused eyes and you knew that this was what he wanted. Biting your lip and lowering your eyes, you asked, “Master, will you help me?” you growled when he gave you an expectant look. “Please, Master?”

He moved over and helped you pull the red dress up over your breasts, but he made sure to brush his knuckles over your nipples as he leaned in. “We will continue this inside, Snowflake.”

Your face flushed at the seductive tone his voice took on when he whispered the nickname in your ears before he bit one of them. You let out another loud moan before clamping your hands over your lips. you watched as the door of the limo was pulled open and Shouto slid out of the car, gently yanking on the chain around your neck so that you would follow him. You ignored the curious stares of the staff that came out to greet Shouto like he was a young lord. ‘He basically is!’ you wanted to smack yourself. The Todoroki family was one of the richest families around. ‘That’s how he was able to afford your price tag in the underground auction.’

Shouto pulled you alongside him, your stilettos clicking loudly with each step. Your back stiffened when he placed his hand against your skin, lightly rubbing circles on the base of your tail. You had to bite your lips to keep from letting out a pitiful sounding moan at his touch. He was playing dirty. Now that he knew that your animal attributes were sensitive, he was going to exploit that weakness every chance he got.

-0-0-0

It's been a few weeks since you were purchased by Todoroki Shouto and he’s been nothing short of a gentleman after that first incident in the limo ride to his mansion. Despite his promise to continue when the two of you got inside, He’d claimed that he was tired from having to deal with the underground and went to bed almost immediately after.

You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror and admired the outfit that was set out for you. Shouto decided that you would only wear traditional Japanese kimonos as they allowed space for your tail. So, today it was a short black kimono that had a red obi with white lilies on the material. It was a cute outfit and you appreciated the clothing, but hated that you were basically being forced to take that strange medicine that kept your ears and tail out. The medicine also made them even more sensitive and he took full advantage of it.

A knock at your room door caused you to jump slightly. “Come in?” you said, watching the doorknob turn before it creaked open. Your eyes widened at the sight of Shouto stepping into your room wearing one of his robes, his hair tied up into a bun. You could feel the saliva build up in your mouth at the sight of his bare chest from the gap in his robe. Quickly, you turned your head away and swiped your mouth. “Hello, Master. What can you do for you?” you knew why he was here dressed only in his robe. That was his sign that he wanted to fuck you and you could feel yourself getting wet.

Shouto said nothing as he walked over to you, his eyes intense as he looked at you. He frowned as he stared at your neck and you realized that you had forgotten to cover the shock collar with the black choker that still sat on your bed. “The collar, Snowflake.” He growled out, his voice dropping in octaves. With a predatory look in his eyes, he began to advance on you.

Your breath got caught up in your breath as you took a step back for each one he took forward until your back was pressed against the wall. You let out a squeak when Shouto slammed his hands next to your head, trapping you. He was so close you could see every detail of his face and feel every breath he took as he leaned in closer. “I-I’m sorry, Master. I was about to cover it up when you knocked.” you placed a hand on his chest in a discreet attempt to put some distance between you two.

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, teeth grazing over the fleshy part of your palm. “Are you lying to me, Baby?” His lips spread into a seductive smile when you shook your head. “So, it’s your Master’s fault that you didn’t have enough time to put on the choker?” the fingers of his right hand stroked your cheek, leaving trails of frost in its path to the shock collar.

You shivered, whether it be in anticipation or from the chill of his touch, as he hooked a finger into the collar and pulled you closer to him. “No, sir.” you replied, looking him in the eyes. “It's my fault for taking too long getting dressed.” During the few weeks of you being in his care, you’ve learned that he likes a submissive partner. You even allowed a few tears to swell in the corner of your eyes, knowing it would please him. You’ve become his Snowflake, beautiful, delicate and fragile. Well...not that fragile.

Shouto, accepting your submission to him, smiled down at you and wrapped his large hands around your waist before seizing your lips in a slow yet passionate kiss that soon left you both panting and straining against one another. He reached for the obi and tugged at it gently until it loosened around me. The red tie fell to the ground in a pool of silk. He then reached for the pin that held your hair up, letting the locks fall down to frame your face and you knew that was your signal to touch him.

Slowly, you reached up and caressed his face, tracing your fingers along the edge of his jawline before moving them to tangle in his hair, gently pulling it from the bun he had it in. You felt him slide his hands into the fabric of the kimono, pushing at the edges until it slid off your shoulders leaving me only in your bra and panties. Shouto finally pulled away from your lips to admire your body. Seeing the appreciation in his eyes let you know that you picked out the right lingerie. So, maybe he will forgive me for not putting the choker on before he came.

He trailed his hands along your body before taking your hands and placed one on his chest and the other on the sash at his waist. You looked down at your hand near the tie as you pulled on it until it hung loose before you slowly parted the crimson robe, your hands gliding over his sinewy muscles of his shoulders. You could feel your mouth water at the sight of his chiseled chest, sculpted abs, and the V-cut of his hips. Sweet mercy, he was sexy and you wanted to run your hands all over his body. But you refrained from doing so without his permission, Shouto was the dominant one here and you were the submissive.

Shouto pulled you closer and trailed his fingers down your back, trails of frost forming in its path, until he reached the base of your tail. You immediately went limp with pleasure in his arms as a flood of moisture soaked your panties. Those sub-zero fingers stroked through your fur, teasing the spot where the flesh merged with your fluffy appendage. “I can smell you, my darling.” His voice caressed your ears as your face flushed with heat. “Your arousal is getting thicker by the second and you ’ve barely even touched you.” He bent down and caught your lips in a searing kiss that made your knees buckled from the intensity. “Look at how cute you are? You’re just my cute little captive fox. It makes me want to tease you more.”

You opened your mouth in a soft sounding moan when he leaned in and grazed your shoulder with his teeth, pulling down your bra strap in the process. Treading your fingers into his long hair, you silently guided him to the other side so that he could lower the other strap with his teeth. “M-Master...” you moaned out as he slowly lapped at the center of your chest. He was edging me again. You hated being edged so slowly, but you knew this was probably punishment for not covering the shock collar. Shouto moved down to your breasts, his tongue both heating and cooling on your flesh.

You felt his teeth graze over your nipple as he pulled the cup down before closing his lips over the pebbled bud. First his mouth was hot, scorching almost as his tongue swirled over your peak, but then it cooled to near freezing. The pleasure was damn near maddening as you clenched your thighs together to ease the ache that formed between them.

“I will make you ache for me.” He whispered against your skin as he lifted his mouth back to your lips, placing another passionate kiss on them. You heard him chuckle at your disappointed moan when his lips left mine. He placed a warm finger against your mouth to shush me, his gaze predatory, before he lifted me up into his arms.

Shouto dropped you softly on the large bed, hovering over you. You felt him reach behind you to unclasp the bra and you were anticipating his touch, but it never came. Holding back a frustrated cry when his fingers instead trailed lines down your shoulders. “Oh, you thought I wasn’t serious? No, you’re going to go mad with want. And I will not fuck you until you’re dripping wet for me.”

His words alone were making you ache for him. His low, timbering voice was like sweet music to your sensitive hearing. Hot tears of frustration pooled in your eyes and you tried to reach out for him, wanting to attempt to change his mind. Shouto saw your movement and with a twitch of his hand, ice formed shackles around your wrists and pinned you down to the bed. His grey and blue eyes narrowed down at me for your slight defiant behaviour and you knew that he was going to go even slower to torture you.

Softly, he placed his hands over your breast, kneading them without his quirk and you mewled at the raw feeling of his skin against youurs. Shouto then leaned in and bit the tip of one of your ears and your core tingled even more causing you to rub your thighs together to produce some type of friction. Your tears of frustration broke free when you felt Shouto shackle your ankles to the bedpost thus keeping your legs spread open.

“Master, please? I need you.” you were damn near sobbing with how much your body was throbbing for him.

Shouto softly wiped at the tears that were streaming down your face. “You’re so pretty when you cry. Are you aching that badly, my little slut? Shall I end your suffering?” He let a sly smirk touch his lips as he slowly trailed his left hand down the length of your body, trails of heat flaring along your skin until he reached the edge of your panties. There was a flare of smoke and you realized that he was burning the underwear off of you. You were panting as his fiery fingers drew slow, hot circles along your inner thigh. “Such pretty thighs. Just the right size to grab a handful.”

Your body was visibly shaking with each slow touch Shouto graced your body with. You were becoming so needy. You needed more. More of his touch. More of his lips and tongue on your skin. This slow torture was driving me inssane with desire. Your pussy was practically drooling by now, begging to be touched and fucked. Without realizing it, your tail moved on its own and wrapped around Shouto’s neck and pulled him down into your body.

A gasp left you when you realized what you had done and quickly unwrapped your tail from around his neck. You let out another wanton sounding moan when Shouto reached out and grabbed the furry appendage with his icy cold hand. He slowly lifted his face from your chest and stared down at you with such an intensity in his eyes. You were in trouble.

“Snowflake...” Yep, you were in deep shit. He only called you that when you were about to receive punishment. And by the way he growled out the name, he was pissed that you questioned his dominance. “What have I told you about using your tail without my command?” His sub zero touch trailed up the length until he could not reach anymore of it due to you laying on your back. The ice chains holding you down lengthened so he could flip you onto your hands and knees. You shivered in pleasure as your body nearly went limp from his touch until you heard his command. “Don’t fucking move, Snowflake.”

When the first burning smack to your ass came without warning and tears sprang from your eyes from the sheer pleasure. He spanked you soundly with his left hand, practically branding his handprint into you with his quirk and you loved every second of it. What you were not expecting was him to use his right hand to send chills up your back from the next couple of spanks. The icy cold smacks felt so good against your hot skin that you could not help but to stick your tongue out and moan at the feeling.

“That’s a good little bitch in heat. Moan for me.” He smacked your ass in alternation of both hands until the flesh was raw. Shouto then leaned in and placed his lips against the heated and tender skin causing you to flinch slightly from the soreness. His teeth grazed along the curvature of your rear, tongue slipping out to cool the stinging flesh until he reached the spot where your tail met with your lower back.

A shiver ran down your spine. He knew how very sensitive you were there and loved to tease you there. His tongue went from cold to hot as he lapped at the spot as his fingers teased at your dripping slit. “Oh?” He breathed, his breath turning cool against your back. “You’re a sopping wet mess down here. My Baby, I’ll ask you again. Shall you put an end to your suffering? Tell me what you want.”

Your thighs were quivering by the moment and your face was covered with your tears of frustration. “I want you, Master. I want you to eat your pussy and then fuck me with your hard cock.” you begged, sobbing as you did so. You were so fucking turned on and you did not want to wait anymore.

Shouto sat back on his knees and you could see that his cock was straining against his boxers. He tapped a finger against his chin in thought as his other hand rubbed his shaft slowly, tempting me. Shouto freed his cock from the confines of his underwear. “Before you do that...” he mused as he reached and grabbed one of your ears, causing you to moan out loudly. He turned me around, the ice chains rattling. “Why don’t you suck my cock. Take your Master’s cock deep inside that pretty little throat of yours.” He slapped the head of it against your cheek. “Stick out your tongue, Snowflake.”

You quickly opened your mouth and did as he ordered. Soon after your mouth was filled with his flavor, his pre-cum sweet on your tongue.. His masculine scent filled your nose as you took in a breath. He was so large that it stretched your lips, but you were determined to take all of him. As always, you made sure to keep your teeth away from his sensitive anatomy, but would occasionally let your sharp canines drag over the bulbous tip. His moans were like music to your ears and only spurred you on.

His hand came up to caress your face. “Yes, just like that, Baby. Suck that cock.” he hissed out as he thrust his hips gently, pushing more of his length inside your mouth. “You look so beautiful with your cock shoved so deep in your throat, Snowflake.” Shouto tilted his head back and let out a low groan when you swirl your tongue over the thick length pumping in and out.

You kept your jaw slightly slack because you knew of his tendencies of losing all his composure and face fucking you. You hollowed out your cheeks and hummed lightly, knowing the vibrations would drive Shouto insane.

Shouto let out a grunt. “Yes...” he hissed. “That’s a good little slut.” He purred out as his hand tangled in your hair to push his cock even deeper down your throat. Tears were starting to leak from your eyes from the pleasurable pain and he wiped at them with his warm hand. “Crying again? We’ve only just begun, Baby.” He let out another deep moan as he tossed his head back, long red and white hair sparkling in the dim light of the room as it slid off his broad shoulders.

You moaned when Shouto reached across your back to play with the soft fur of your tail, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth. Fuck, he was driving you up the wall with pleasure, but you could sense that he was getting close too. Your inner walls were clenching in tune to your sucking and you felt Shouto’s cock beginning to swell. You curled your tongue around him and gave him a hard suck. “Fuck...” He cursed. “You want my cum that badly?”

Hot and cold hands wrapped around your head as he pulled me in closer. “Then you can have it. Deep down your throat.” you nearly choked when the first of the thick, white fluid shot out and filled your mouth. “Take it all, but don't swallow just yet, Baby~. Keep that cum in your mouth until you say you can swallow it. And don’t spill a single drop.”

You obeyed his command, holding his seed in your mouth. You allowed a small smile to cross your lips when Shouto wrapped his hands around your waist and flipped me onto your back. You shivered when he began trailing those sub zero fingers down your abdomen. “You said that you wanted my tongue, right, Snowflake?” you nodded your head vigorously, mewling when those icy fingers of his began circling around your clit, coating them with your honeyed essence. “You’ve been such an obedient pet that I should reward you, I suppose.” He licked a warm line down your stomach. “Your scent is addicting.” His hot breath fanned out over your nether regions causing another rush of liquid.

Shouto used two of those icy fingers to spread your lower lips and gave it a long, scorching lick with that hot tongue of his. Your toes curled as a sobbing like moan left your throat when those slender digits of his slid inside your drenched, slick cavern. He used his thumb to flick the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of your opening. “Make sure to keep holding that cum in your mouth, darling.” Shouto thrust his fingers in and out of your dripping center and you gasped when he entered the third cold finger, almost making you swallow what was in your mouth.

You let out a lustful humming sound as his fingers pistoned into me at such a furious pace, his fingers the perfect chilling temperature that it stung in a pleasurable way. your eyes shot open when his hot tougue swirled over your clit, attacking the swollen bud with quick flicks. you could feel your release building up and tears from the sheer pleasure were building up in your eyes.

“Are you about to cum, Snowflake?” He growled against your flesh and brought you closer to sweet release. “Go ahead and cum. You have my permission.” Shouto lapped at your honeyed center with that scorching tongue again. With another loud, muffled cry, you came hard. White spots danced in your vision, blinding you momentarily.

He greedily drank all of what you had to offer as it dripped out of your pussy, not letting a single drop escape. you expected for him to stop, but then your body arched when his tongue turned cold and warm fingers replaced the cold ones. ‘Again!’ you had just come, you were not ready for his tongue again, especially when it’s so hot that it's causing maddening pleasure.

You pulled against your shackles as your body shook from the overstimmulation Shouto was causing on your body. He stroked his fingers in and out at such a furious pace and flicked that burning hot tongue over your clit. Not forgetting that he liked it when you cried, you let hot tears stream down your face as you thrash on the bed only for Shouto to hold your hips down with his arm.

“Can’t handle what you asked for, Baby?” His voice dropped into that dangerous territory that made your heart beat erratically in your chest. He lashed at your sensitive budle of nerves with his tongue once more. “You’re so pretty when you’re crying those sweet tears.” His sub zero fingers moved faster within you as another round of pressure built up.

You could feel another release coming and it was coming fast. You wanted to open your mouth and scream but could not due to the order to not spill any of the cum you held. “Keep that cum in your mouth, Snowflake. Savor the flavour of it.”

Your body gave a sharp convulsion when you came, lifting off the bed. Shouto did not miss a beat as he slurped up every drop, his tongue lashing over your clit and fingers never once slowing down. Once you had calm down from your high, he slowed down and gave your sex gentle licks and nips before pulling away. “What’s the matter, Baby?” He gazed down at your sweaty flushed body, your chest still heaving from exhaustion. “Don’t tell me you're ready to tap out. We haven’t even begun to have fun yet.”

You tried to plead with your eyes that you needed a break before continuing as your sex was still tingling from two back to back orgasms. Either Shouto did not notice or he ignored it as he slapped the head of his cock against your slit. He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders as he stroked himself with one hand. His grey and blue eyes stared down at you intensely. “You can swallow now. I want to hear that sweet voice of yours as I take you.” You nearly choked as he timed his first thrust with your swallowing, his salty yet sweet tasting seed sliding down your throat.

“Fuck!” you cursed when he gave a hard trust, your breasts bouncing from the vigorous movement. Another loud gasp fell from your lips at the tingle of pleasure that grew within your core when Shouto picked up his speed more. You mewled when he bent down and nipped at one of ears, teeth grazing the fleshy inner part softly as he plunged his cock into me.

It felt so good and you were so full of his huge length. You tried to wrap your arms around him, but the ice shackles around your wrists prevented that so you held onto his strong biceps. “M-Master...it feels so good.”

Shouto let out a grunt as he snapped his hips down into me, your walls clenching around him firmly. “You feel so good around me, Snowflake.” His hissed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. your tail was swishing around until he grabbed it in his left hand, the heat of his palm caused tears of overstimmulation to burn at the corners of your eyes. “Are you about to cry again, my love?” he brought the tip of your tail to his lips and drew it into his cool mouth. You let out a scream as your body buckled at the feeling, the stimulation wrecking havoc.

“Go ahead and cry some more. I am going to keep fucking you.” Tail still cluched between his teeth, Shouto reached out and wiped at your tears. Damn him for being able to cause your body so much pleasure that it hurts. His cock was almost too big for you, stretching you to accommodate him. But it only made you want him even more. The slight pain was addictive. He was addictive and you wanted more. Much more. His hips never faltered in his fast movements, deep thrusts that touched your cervix. It felt so damned good.

You could feel your climax approaching, but you knew better than to cum without Shouto’s permission. Hoping that he was not wanting a long session because it was geting harder and harder to hold back. Especially with his thrusts causing your inner muscles to clench and unclench on him. But then he said something that made you want to whine in defeat.

“Don’t you dare cum until you say you can.”

You wanted to curse him. You hated when he controlled your orgasms! That was more torture than the overstim. You dug your nails into his forearms, knowing that he liked it, but it was revenge for the denial.

Shouto leaned down and caught your lips in another wild, passionate kiss as he let out a lustful grunt. You immediately felt warmth fill your womb and knew that he had just had his second release. “How does it feel, Baby? To have my cum so deep inside.” He stilled his hips momentarily, savoring the feeling before he began to pick up speed again. “Let’s go for another one, Snowflake.”

The slickness of our combined juices made it easier for him to slip in and out of me as he pounded me into the mattress. Your inner muscle quivered as he pulled himself out before slamming back in. His mouth, hot from his quirk, captured your nipple between his teeth and swirled his tongue around the hardened nub. His fingers, cold to the touch, rubbed at your clit..

You opened your mouth in a lustful cry as you tried hard to hold off on cumming until Shouto said you could. It was just so damn hard. But those intense eyes were locked on yours, daring you to defile him. So, you squeezed down on him to try and coax another one out of him, so that he will allow you to have one.

Knowing him though since you had already had two from his tongue, you were not going to be allowed to have one until he had another one. You pushed your hips up to meet his repeatedly, silently hoping that he would get his third one soon. But you know of his stamina. Shouto could go for hours if he wanted to. You really felt like crying this time when you felt the burn of salt sting at your eyes. This pleasurably torture was almost inbarable, but you could withstand it.

You actually craved it.

He moved your legs from their position against his shoulders and pushed them back until your knees were against your chest. Shouto pulled out only to slide back in just as rough. You knew that he could feel your throbbing pussy clenching down on him, trying to milk him of all he has to offer. you nearly disobeyed his direct order when his leaned down and grazed his teeth over your shoulder before sucking on the spot where it met with your neck as he squeezed that sensitive little bundle of nerves.

“Do you want to cum, Baby?” At your nod, he chuckled, the vibrations tingling your skin. “Well, that’s too bad. You’ll only cum when I say so.” He leaned back down and took your nipple back into his mouth this time without his quirk, while his hand fondled the other with those icy fingers.

“Fuck...” you heard him curse, your legs beginning to tremble as he grabbed your hips as his thrusts became erract. You clamped down on him once more and ground into his pelvis insistantly. “Snowflake...” he tilted his head back and moaned, sweaty strands of his long hair sticking to his forehead. “You ready for the second load? Beg me for it. Beg for me to fill you with my hot seed.” He pumped his thick length in and out, slowing his pace to a maddening level.

You tried to buck your hips to urge him into a faster speed, but he locked your legs in place, pushing them further into your chest. “Master, please!” you yelled, forcing out a few tears for good measure. you wanted it. you wanted him to fill me again even if you were not allowed to cum yet. you wanted to make him feel good. “I want it. Give it to me, please.” you cried out when he gave a particularly harsh thrust, locking his hips in place.

You gave another loud lusty mewl as his hot cum filled me again for the second time. your vision was starting to get blurry from the passion that Shouto was giving me. “Please, Master, can I cum now?” The pain in your lower parts was so intense now, the constant throbbing of your clit was in tune with your own racing heart.

Shouto gazed down at you, his hair falling over his shoulders as he tilted his head. A soft, slow smile tilted at his lips. He pulled out, much to your disappointment, but took hold of your still quivering hips. You were then placed on your hands and knees again. You could feel Shouto rubbing the head of his cock teasingly at your hole.

“You’ve been so good to listen to me. I suppose you should.” you cried out in pleasure when he slid back inside with a slow, deep thrust. This position allowed him the deepest penetration and you loved it. You loved feeling him pressed so tightly against your cervix. “You may cum when you do, Baby.”

You whined. This was his fourth wind. It could take as long as twenty minutes before he came again. Your body was shaking with anticipation of release and your clit was burning. You wanted to scream and shout at him for being so commanding, but another hard thrust had me choking on your saliva.

“F-Fucking shit...” you cried out, your voice starting to go hoarse from your screams. “Please, Master..” you needed to cum so badly you were going to go insane. You did not know how much longer you could hold out. The slow, intense drag of his cock felt so damn good that it made actual tears stream down your face, not your forced ones. You opened your mouth as your tongue fell out and your eyes rolled upwards.

“Does it feel good, Baby?” He groaned. “Having my cock so deep inside you?” His hips snapped forward in another hard, deep thrust. Shouto then moved one of his hands from around your waist, sliding down to squeeze and flick at your clit. The feeling of his fingers without his quirk felt just as good as it did with it. “How badly do you want to cum?”

His squeezing intensified, causing you to throw your head back, your ears swiveling back to lay flat against your head and your tail swishing around wildly. You were a panting mess under him. Every nerve in your body was heightened and sensitive to the touch. “Tell me, Snowflake.” He ran a heated finger down your spine as he leaned down and nipped at your ear.

“Fuck, it feel so good, Shou.” you moaned out. “I want to cum so fucking badly that I’m going insane!”

Shouto bit down on your ear. “Cum, my love. Cum for me.” He gave one last slow, deep thrust and held it. The tip of his cock was pressed so tightly against you that you lost the strength in your arms as you came so hard that stars danced in your vision. The hot liquid dripped down your thighs as you felt Shouto’s third load fill you. He had wrapped an arm around you to keep you in place as he gave a few gentle thrusts. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

you smiled lazily as you turned your head to look back at him. “I know Shou, you called me your love in the middle of it all.” you whinced a little when he pulled out as you were still very tender.

“And you broke character by calling me “Shou”.” He said matter-of-factly, squeezing me against his body. “But I didn't hurt you, did I?” Shouto asked as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Shou, I could have said the safe word at any time.” you reached up and flicked his nose. Laughing slightly, you snuggled against him, a soft purr like sound rumbling in your throat. Todoroki Shouto was actually your boyfriend. You were so happy when Shouto had come to rescue you from that nasty black market.

You were sure he was frantic when he learned that you had been kidnapped by Shigarki due to your quirk. Speaking of that auction. “You never did tell me how much you had to pay to free me or why you basically molested your girlfriend in the limo ride home.”

He looked down at me with those beautiful grey and blue eyes of his and a smile spread over his lips. “I didn’t pay a thing for what’s mine, but my father paid fourty million to have you back safely. And you did not molest you. I was just so happy to have you back safely that I had to touch you. Plus the limo ride was being monitored by the commity of the underground.” He pouted as he reached out and rubbed one of your ears softly. “You played along anyway, Snowflake.”

Another lusty moan left your throat as Shouto played with your ear. “Shou... stop messing with my ears. You know how sensitive they are. But fourty million?”

Shouto shrugged his shoulders. “I told Shigaraki that he could charge whatever price he wanted. I was not letting anyone else have you.” He looked down at me and you could see the possessiveness in his gaze. “You are mine. My rare gem.”

You smiled as you leaned up to press your lips against his in a sweet, passionate kiss. “Only yours.”

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BNHA Hybrid Head-canons

Boku No Hybrid Academia anyone???

I have head-canons for my three main boys (Todoroki, Bakugou and Midoriya...in that order of personal preference. Hehe.) but I also have head-canons for Kaminari and Kirishima. If you would like me to do a part 2 please let me know!! I don’t do the villains or teachers though, maybe Dabi is an exception. It's been a while since I was on Tumblr but I'm back and will mostly likely be around weekly so don't forget to check in. Now, when it gets to the Rut section it’ll be very smutty and suggestive, so an NSFW warning goes out. TW: general smut, oral, breeding kink, mommy kink, praise kink, a lil non-con.

First things first though, here are some Hybrid AU head-canons for the world!

✨ Hybrids appeared in the world in much the same way Quirks did. Now most of the population is partially human and partially animal, and they classify themselves as half way between. For example; A Human-Cat Hybrid would be classified as Homo Felis, where as a Human-Fox Hybrid would be classified as Homo Vulpes. ✨ Hybrid students are encouraged to act as human as possible, so on weekends or holidays they often just relax and use their animal instincts. ✨ Some Hybrids gain extra abilities due to the species they are, such as better vision, extremely agility or even camouflage. ✨ Sadly a lot of the ‘full-blooded’ humans look down on Hybrids, and often try to pick out ‘pure’ bloodlines to ensure the species. However with how prevalent Hybrids are they the world as become fairly forgiving and accommodating towards them, and they just want to be understood by the humans.

✨ UA has had to build the dorms more like miniature apartments, and the students are encouraged (or more often that not just can’t be ousted from the property) during the holidays, when most Ruts start picking up. It’s fairly common for the students to group up and have quick flings to help each other out, but when two students are in a relationship it’s mutually agreed that they’re out of bounds for everyone else. No matter how desperate.

Now onto the boyos!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

🔸 Hybrid: Cat

General Head-canons:

🔸 Katsuki would start out very aggressive, often getting into fights or chasing after the other Hybrids he saw as ‘prey’ such as Midoriya, however he never intends to eat them, just make himself to top cat in the dorms. 🔸 His collar has a chain attached, because the teachers rightfully think he’s quick to anger and potentially violent. Katsuki would throw massive furious tantrums about it and tear the collars to bits, until you and Kirishima finally bought him a spiky red leather collar, which is only one he will ever wear.

🔸 Katsuki loudly proclaims not to care, but when it comes to you he’s always listening. What food do you like? What colour clothes do you like to wear? Is there a new book or game you want? He’ll buy it for you, and proudly present it to you only in private. As soon as you show any thanks he’ll throw it off and hiss and make a scene, but you know he’s blushing internally.

🔸 He sneaks onto your balcony at night, and uses his long claws to deftly pick the lock so he can sneak it and do some tidying and generally neaten your place up. He absolutely denies it, but he adores it when he sees how grateful and surprised you are. After the first you times, you took to leaving your balcony door unlocked for him. 🔸 He is so FLUFFY! Like Persian cat fluffy. Most of him looks human, but he has the softest blonde ears and tail, and the slightest fuzzy patches along the back of his hands, forearms and on his chest. He’s very proud of it, and grooms himself sometimes three times a day. He’s not the biggest fan of showers though, unless you’re in it with him, but then he’s too busy staring at you. 🔸 Seriously though, when it comes to towel drying he fluffs up like a cloud, and it’s so adorable like OH. MY. GOSH! 💕😘😊 He pouts though. A lot. He’d much rather use his tongue but he hates getting fur in his mouth. You though...you could use your tongue. Pretty please?? 🔸 When it’s just the two of you, he’s a lot sweeter. He loves cooking for you, but it’ll always be spicy. He adores spicy food, or sparring with his best friend Kiri right in front of you to prove that he’s the strongest. As soon as it’s over though he’ll tackle you onto the couch and either curl up in your lap, contently prideful, or sulkily flicking his tail and internally begging for his ears to be rubbed. 🔸 He loves cuddling you, but he demands to be the big spoon, or to flop on top of you with his face resting on your chest, or in your stomach. He purrs really loud, and it’s reserved ONLY for you. 🔸 Katsuki is possessive AF. He hates smelling any other Hybrids on you, and will immediately throw you onto the bed and make sure it’s only his scent that’s on you. He’ll literally stand in the hallways and hiss at any other guys that brush past you accidentally, or on purpose. He knows you’re gorgeous, and he wants everyone else to be jealous of him. 🔸 Katsuki is a consent king. He would hate to hurt you at all, but he would absolutely play up the rough predator prey dynamic even when he just wants cuddles.

🔸 Some of Kitty Katsuki’s favourite things; Spicy food, knitted blankets, the red spiked collar, watching cooking shows, balls of yarn (only black or red though, he’s picky).

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔸 Katsuki gets super irritable to everyone other than you when he’s in a Rut. Part of him hates feeling so pent up and needy, but part of him also likes it, and it never ceases to surprise you when he actually says ‘please’. 🔸 Whilst he doesn’t really have a breeding kink, he simply HAS to claim every part of your body, cover you in his scent and make sure after all is said and done everyone sees the bite marks and sheepish blush on your face.

🔸 He gets restless too, the longer it goes on. For the first few days he’ll hide it, merely getting snappy at people, but his hands and eyes will wander, and he’ll be lowly growling in your ears trying his best to sound casual. He’ll shiver whenever you’re near him though, and he’ll quickly disappear to the bathroom for a decent length of time until finally he can’t control himself anymore. He NEEDS to be in you, to feel you, to claim you as his. He’s aching, his body is dripping with the desperate desire to be in you and he’s almost incoherent as he half begs half demands that you take your clothes off before he does it for you. 🔸 He’s loud, and he gets even more turned on when in a Rut if you are as well. Scream his name because it gets him near feverish in the moment. He doesn’t care if he fills you or not, anywhere is good enough. Across your chest and he may just lap it up himself before making out with you. 🔸 One lengthy round is enough for one Rut, but it’s gotta be hours worth to truly satisfy him. Afterwards he’ll bundle you up in his arms and tell you how good you were, and that you’re his Princess. Trust me though you’ll need the aftercare he’s ready to shower you with, you’ll be sore all over.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

🔹 Hybrid: Bunny

General Head-canons:

🔹 When you first meet Deku, he’s extremely skittish, often thumping his foot loudly and dashing away whenever anyone got too close or too loud. However once he’s made a couple friends, most of his foot thumps are when he’s excited or geeking out over something. 🔹 He has a soft spot for tinier Hybrids, but his reaction to bigger tougher species is very different depending on A- his mood, and B- personality type. Especially for taller, louder females, he has the level of relationship verging on mommy issues. He’s way more competitive with the other guys though, standing a little out of place being the long eared bunny boy amongst the predator Hybrids. 🔹 His ears are almost too long for him, flopping over adorably whenever he tilts his head. It’s enough to make anyone squeal over him. He’s so heckin cute! 🔹 He rambles a lot, and doesn’t mind if you zone out he just wants to express his excitement about whatever he’s learned today. He especially likes it if he’s curled up under a soft blanket with you. 🔹 Bunny Deku likes things tidy. He loves going around organising things or just cleaning up a room, and he’ll thump his feet happily when you praise him before dashing in for a cuddle. He’s strong though, and loves proving it by lifting you up off the floor and spinning you in a circle. 🔹 He loves the rain, prefers it to showers, but loves bubble baths. He’ll often watch a documentary or listen to music, humming along to the songs. If you pop in to see how he’s going he’ll disappear into the bubbles, blushing furiously, but he actually really likes it when you come to check on him because it makes him feel loved and cared about. He’ll do the same to you as well, waking up once or twice in the night to make sure you’re okay, or popping into a room if you’ve been there a long time. Just to grace you with his bright wide eyed smile and ask if he can do anything to help.

🔹 He does get a little self conscious about the fuzzy patch of light fur along his arms and legs, but he’s super proud of his delightfully poofy cotton tail. When you tell him he’s handsome he’ll do a happy dance and shower you with kisses and little nose rubs. (I’m dying of cuteness imagining it! 💕😘)

🔹 Deku loves parading you to and from bed when you’ll allow him to, likes you feeling his sturdy pecs through his shirt. He works hard to keep his body fit, and will go for jogs at dawn or dusk depending on whether or not you want a quiet night. 🔹 He’s a very attentive boyfriend, and with his bunny ears he’s always listening out to see what you need, or if anyone is talking smack about you, or is into you. If either of those happen he’s not a happy bun at all, and will call them out publicly. Everyone else in 1A think you’re a cute couple, and he’s super happy whenever he hears that. 🔹 He’s a mama’s boy, and she loves you too. Honestly all she wants is to not have a hundred grandkids, praying that your genes outweigh his bunny ones. You’ve heard her say so many a time, and Deku blushes bright red whenever she does. 🔹 Some of Bunny Deku’s favourite things; being outside, watching cartoons, All Might (the famous bunny hero himself!), bubble baths. Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Deku doesn’t at all like being in a Rut. He knows he has a terribly strong breeding kink, he can’t help but imagine you with a belly full of kits, and it gets him all riled up and whiny. He’ll lock himself in his room and even sometimes have Katsuki on watch to make sure he doesn’t make a dash for you in public. 🔹 He’s almost desperate when he finally gets to be in you, quick and breathless and begging for more. He needs it, because his body aches to know end and his little bunny brain is screaming for him to fill you up and keep you like that to ensure he gets to see that cute round belly full of baby bunnies. It’s why he gets so embarrassed whenever his mother will tease him. Don’t be surprised that he’ll need a few rounds to calm him down to the point of even being logical. Lucky Kacchan’s there to knock some sense into him, sometimes literally. 🔹 From day one there’s a massive shift. The usually cheerful Deku is near tearful with desperation, and he needs all of your attention, needs to be touching you all the time. Sometimes it scares him, and he hates feeling like he’s forcing himself on you even when you comfort him and tell him it’s okay, and he tries to stay as sleepy as possible so it’s all cuddles and he doesn’t have to feel his body betray him, constantly dripping, as desperately horny as his brain. 🔹 He really likes suckling though, whether or not he’s in a Rut. He just loves running his tongue over your nipples, it’s comforting to him. 🔹 He also switches from having major mommy issues to being dominant and needing to take charge. When he’s dominant he needs to nip and bite at your shoulders, he has to hear you tell him that you’re his and nobody else’s. When he’s submissive he’ll whine out for you to touch him, to milk him dry as many rounds as he can until he’s exhausted. It’s the worst in spring, and that’s when Shoto, Iida or Kacchan are basically on watch 24/7 for the first few days. Don’t worry too much about him though, he’s not shy about resorting to using pictures of you, or his imagination and the torn apart pillows that you both annually end up having to replace.

SHOTO TODOROKI

🔸 Hybrid: Exotic Cat (think Bengal cat)

General Head-canons:

🔸 Shoto’s father was one of those ‘elitist’ humans who went looking for a woman with a pure bloodline. Shoto still finds satisfaction in the fact that his maternal grandmother was a Cat Hybrid, and the gene resurfaced with all the Todoroki sons, with only Fuyumi as the only girl missing out. He’s even more happy that he isn’t anything rare like a Snow Leopard, even if he resembles a more expensive feline breed. He looks mostly human though, apart from the tail and ears and longer claws than some of his friends. His eyes are human though, without the slit pupils. 🔸 He lives full time at UA, tired of the way his father pushes Fuyumi to treat him and his brother like pets not siblings. Maybe that’s why Touya left, Shoto isn’t sure. He’ll visit his mom though, a lot, because he’s inexperienced in love, as well as the ways of a Cat Hybrid, and wants to be the best boyfriend he can be.

🔸 Most of the time he’s quiet, regal, and keeps to himself, but Shoto is very, VERY protective of you. If he’s not right by your side, he’s within visual distance of you whenever you’ll allow it. He will downright hiss at anyone trying to mess with his perfect baby.

🔸 He’s super smart, but a little clueless at certain things, so Midoriya or more often than not, Kaminari, will explain stuff to him. He has this natural ability to pick up things very quickly, and this surprised everyone including himself. He just sorta picks it up and its phenomenal. 🔸 Shoto downright adores getting to curl up with you, tail around your waist, whispering praise and sweet nothings into your ears. His kisses are just as sweet, a quick peck followed by an adorable blep and quick lip across the same place he just kissed. He likes scenting you casually within view of his friends, he gets a kick out of it. 🔸 He has a cheeky streak, and will steal items of your clothing to keep with him so your scent is always nearby. He’ll hold your hand in public, and rather aloofly ignore other women. He likes his classmates though, and will do his best to help them study so long as you’re there to look at. You’re so beautiful, he just wants to admire you.

🔸 Shoto prefers any more intimate behaviours to happen in private, even just making out. He’ll always make the first move, and ask in a velvet voice that’s impossible to resist. He has pet names galore for you, but has definite favourites; Baby, Love, Snowflake, Sweetheart, just to name a few. When you do make the first move on rare occasions, it stuns him, and then he’ll blush madly and hide his beaming face. 🔸 Enjoys playing up the predator prey dynamic when it comes to intimacy, but is fairly laid back and romantic with it.

🔸 Doesn’t know how to cook many things, but loves soba. If you make it for him he’ll follow you around for hours, purring and wanting to touch and hold you in thanks. He also loves sharing baths, he thinks you look cute covered in bubbles or when he can wash your hair in the shower for you.

🔸 Some of Kitty Shoto’s favourite things; soba, late night cuddling, sharing food or experiences with you, a small All Might plush that you found hidden under his pillow.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔸 Shoto can feel himself entering a rut, and his brain switches fully into prowling predator mode. He’s aching inside, but he wants to hide it, make it game and truly earn it when you catches you. The heart pumping chases throughout the dorms is enough to have any of the other feline classmates hiding themselves away, they know well enough to leave Shoto to the hunt. 🔸 He’ll be half growling half purring when he finally gets to you, his eyes hungry but too polite to tear you to shreds before you’re ready for him. He’ll beg for you to let him inside, let him claim you, let him do whatever it he needs to in order to quell the burning inside him.

🔸 He’s loud as well, half yowling one of your name nickname as he thrusts as deep as his considering length can get inside you. As a Todoroki, of course he has a breeding kink, but he also has enough self control to switch things up to prevent him filling you if that isn’t what you’re feeling that day. He loves it though, loves watching your face, loves seeing you filled up. It’s the edge of heaven for him, and he isn’t shy to let you know that. 🔸 A couple rounds is all he needs, then he’s good, but almost every day of his Rut you’ll see the burning in his eyes, his hungry desire. Everyone else can see it too, but they don’t bring it up because he’d get incredibly sheepish. He can control himself enough to not be a dripping mess, but it takes a lot of composure and sometimes he’ll be a man of even fewer words during the day. 🔸 He prefers intimacy at night or in the evening, and sometimes in the shower if you let him. Otherwise he’ll just be a loving, purring heap of red and white sleek fur in your bed, ready to shower you in expensive gifts for putting up with yet another Rut.

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

🔹 Hybrid: Dog

General Head-canons:

🔹 Eijiro is the big energy brother to so many of the class. He’s enthusiastic, playful, a little ditzy, but protective and kind with bucket loads of advice and positive mental health to provide. 🔹 Though his ears and tail are black, he dyes his hair red because it reminds him of his favourite hybrid hero. He’s a little jealous he isn’t part shark, but he also loves being the bundle of love that he is, especially for you.

🔹 He may have a little motley crew of friends, but you are his everything, his world, his galaxy, his universe! If he can be helpful, just give him the instructions and then he’s off and running to do as good a job he can so you’ll praise him. He LOVES praise, he thrives off it, and gets a visible pep in his step when you call him a ‘Good Boy’ or especially a ‘Manly Pup’.

🔹 Whilst Eijiro likes reading, he’s not the most attentive in class. He’d rather run around outside, testing his metal against the other students, or go teach the younger Hybrids useful skills such as gardening or writing. If you recommend a book to him however, he’ll sit in a corner of a garden or park and read it for as long as you’ll let him before coming back to the dorms.

🔹 He has a MASSIVE appetite, but tries not to look greedy. Luckily you, Katsuki and the other people who cook in class know to make big portions, cause they’ll never be left overs with Eijiro around!

🔹 He prides himself on looking well kept for you, and beams if you wear his hoodies in public. He loves the look on other guys faces when they can smell his scent on you without him getting worked up and overstimulated, because by god does he get overstimulated.

🔹 Touch is something Eijiro dreams of, to have your body against him, or even just hold your hand. He has to hold himself back from licking you all over, but the tongue kisses are DIVINE with him. It’s a bit longer than normal, and a little wider, but it’s always a pleasant surprise when his excitedly voice trips into a bark and he pounces on you for a make out session.

🔹 He gets very hot and bothered when you’re flirty, his body instantly kicking into animal instinct mode. His brain will get fuzzy and all he can think of is him, in you, and then PUPPIES. Not even the round pregnancy belly, just the idea of him being a dad.

🔹 Some of Puppy Eijiro’s favourite things; gardens, good books, playing sports, praise.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:

🔹 Like I mentioned, he gets very riled up from touch, but when he’s in a Rut it’s almost unbearable. He’ll be very whiny but not want to seem annoying, but his whole body is aching and dripping and every second he just wants to feel you.

🔹He loves both giving and receiving oral. He prides himself on his long tongue and the moans you make send him into overdrive and before you know it he’s inside you, desperate to fill every inch of you again and again because his animal brain demands he has puppies. He’ll feel bad and apologise after every Rut, but he knows deep down you love him no matter what. 🔹 Unsurprisingly he has a slight breeding kink, and also a praise kink. On the days he can’t see you he’ll disappear into the shower again and again, always in a change of clothes, telling himself he’s a good boy just so he feels praised.

🔹 He’ll steal your panties when in a Rut, basically anything that smells like you, half ashamed as he’s desperately trying to deal with the feelings. He’ll be an laundry duty for the next week, and you know why but you love him too much to say anything.

🔹 He likes to switch up positions between a handful of favourites. Doggy style is surprisingly second to when you ride him and he can fully lose himself, yipping and crying out your name until he’s got nothing left.

DENKI KAMINARI

🔸Hybrid: Tanuki (I’ve not seen this anywhere else, and I’m lowkey surprised!)

General Head-canons:

🔸 Denki is a little ditzy, full of energy, and well loved (well... tolerated) by most of his classmates. He’s cheeky, and a bit of a prankster, but also self confident and athletic. When you first met him he instantly tried to make a move by stealing your stuff until you came looking, then he came clean and bluntly said you were hot.

🔸 Denki lives to make you feel like a QUEEN. He’ll play imaginary trumpets when you enter a crowded room and always be at your beck and call. He loves telling you how beautiful you look or just praising the fact you exist.

🔸 He’s not shy about affection, but plays it up casually otherwise he gets very awkward, nervous laughter and everything. He’ll kiss your cheeks and nose in public whenever he can, then whisper a quick request for more cuddles later. 🔸 He loves cuddling up with you with popcorn and watching scary movies. Pulling you into his lap so he can protect you makes him blush with pride, and then blush as he often gets a little turned on if you accidentally nudge him. 🔸 Not overly horny or desperate outside of a Rut, Denki still enjoys his time with you, especially on special occasions, or any occasion. Did you pass a test? He’ll cuddle and kiss you for hours. Did you fail a test? Same deal, you tried your best! 🔸 He wears slightly baggy pants, because as you found out, Tanuki’s are generously endowed, and he doesn’t want anyone but you seeing. 🔸 If you point out a cute woman or man or person to him, Denki will happily look over and appreciate them with you. He’s not afraid to be honest about what he finds attractive, because then the two of you can adopt little style habits or ideas for roleplaying if you ever feel in the mood to do so.

🔸 He’s thought about being a dad before, but it doesn’t get him worked out. He just hopes one day he can dote on you even more while you’re pregnant and then help you raise a little life or two together. He also likes filming videos of the two of you dancing, Mina put him up to it cause she thinks its cute.

🔸 Some of Tanuki Denki’s favourite things; making fun dance videos, scary movies, innocent-ish pranks.

Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶: 🔸 Denki’s big, and he prides himself on it, but always takes care to be gentle at first. The eye flutters and moans you make are the perfect encouragement. You deserve this love, and he’s gonna make you feel so so good! 🔸 He loves switching whose the dom and sub, and especially loves it when he can suckle you. Something about it makes him giddy with excitement, and gets him really really turned on at the same time. 🔸 When he’s in a Rut he gets a massive spike in nervous energy, and is itching to touch you, or even just see you undressed. He doesn’t care if he has to get on his knees and beg, or if you simply strip down and watch him. He just really really wants to get the aching out of his body.

🔸 His hands wander, definitely, even in public if he’s in a Rut. He’ll either find an excuse to disappear into the dorms or get back there just so he can spent the next few hours fucking your brains out, or getting sucked off. Either works for Denki he’s just eager to be physical with you.

🔸 He especially likes when all the messy, wild fun is over, that you’re covered in his seed and he can then treat you to a warm bath or shower and then massage you lovingly all over. He loves getting massages as well, and says it’s the perfect way to destress and unwind to help him get through a Rut quicker.

🔸 Denki really does seem to have a kink for finishing all over you, collar bone, chest, stomach, back...he likes it, and more often than not it’ll lead to another few rounds. He’ll have that shower ready in a flash though, don’t you worry!

There we go! If you want to see some more UA students (mostly 1A please), then let me know and I’ll write up a part two. I already have some ideas for Jirou and Yaoyorozu. Hope you enjoyed my return to Tumblr. I have a QUOTEV account too where I’m writing a Todoroki x OC fanfiction. Check out Freelance if you are into that sorta thing.

-Till next time!

#bnha au #bnha x reader #bnha hybrid au #mha headcanons #bnha todoroki

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satancopilotsmytardis · 26 days

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I've been thinking a lot about Dabi as a kitsune. He won't leave me alone, so you can have him now

In either a modern or fantasy setting. He's. Just. There.

lol thank you for the fox boy!

So Dabi is a kitsune with only 1 tail and is around 100 years old. His father has 5 tails and is trying to get many villages to worship him so that he can gain the final four tails faster than All Might who has 7, so that Endeavor can achieve the status of deity first.

Dabi, as expected, does not really like this job because his father is a dick and he does not want him to become an all-seeing god, but he has to help if he doesn't want to get his shit fucking rocked, so he is pretty (seemingly) lazy about the recruitment. (In actuality he is doing so much work to stage things so that it always seems like any possible 'blessing' his father may have given a place could have also been gained by a different source so only a trickle of faithful come to worship.)

He meets Shigaraki while in one of these villages, which he didn't realize was in the Demon King's territory, and trying to get support for Endeavor there gets the King's heir and enforcer, Shigaraki, looking for the spirit who would dare fuck with their territory.

Dabi decides that if he runs immediately, he'll be found out, hunted down, and probably killed. So instead he decides to take the form of an attractive human man and when he catches Shigaraki's eye he seduces and marries him because kitsune customs say that if a person is deceived by them in this way and weds them, then once their deception is revealed, they may go on their way unharmed so long as they were a good spouse while deceiving them.

Uh... Dabi ends up being a perfect spouse and really, genuinely coming to love Shigaraki to the point he feels he has to reveal himself so that he doesn't keep taking advantage of him and Shigaraki turns his head the other way and says he Does Not See It (and has been Not Seeing It for their entire relationship) This goes on and on throughout the centuries until Dabi does eventually get his ninth tail and he STILL pretends that he's not a kitsune in public so that they can stay married forever.

#tanco speaks #ask #asks #5 fact au #shigadabi

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Who I write for/Rules;

This is a list of fandoms and characters I write for (some may be missing) and some rules, if you’re curious about a fandom or character please message and I’ll let you know if it’s someone I’ll write for or not! If you’re looking for prompts please search the tag Lokittys prompt list

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Please if you’re requesting use some manners, say please and thank don’t demand I write something from you

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If you’re wondering about a request you have but you’re worried or confused if I’ll write it or not or you’re just curious please reach out through inbox or asks and I’ll let you know! I write both romantic and plutonic requests for a wide range of characters!

Some things I will NOT write include; teenage pregnancy, smut(or related themes), underage!reader x older characters (these will ALWAYS be plutonic either a parental or sibling relationship). If you’re wondering about anything else just message! 💜

Fate the winx saga

- Saul silva

- Farah Dowling

Avatar

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- Neytiri

- Quaritch/ recom Quaritch

NCIS

- Tony

- Gibbs

- McGee

- Ziva

- Ellie

- Nick

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Criminal minds

- Hotch

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- Derek

- Spencer

- Jj

- Emily

- Garcia

The mentalist

- Patrick Jane

Castle

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Lucifer (Fox)

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Chicago med

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Greys anatomy

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Twilight

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Harry Potter

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Marvel

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BBC Merlin

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BBC Sherlock

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- John

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- Mycroft

Black butler

- Sebastian

- William

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- Claude

Supernatural

- Sam

- Dean

- Castiel

- Gabriel

- Balthazar

- Chuck

- Crawley

- Lucifer

- Jack

The witcher

- Geralt

- Jaskier

Brooklyn nine nine

- Rosa

- Jake

- Amy

The good doctor

- Melendez

- Shaun

Friends

- Joey

- Rachel

- Ross

- chandler

- Monica

- Phoebe

Teen wolf

- Derek

- Peter

- Melissa (plutonic only)

- Chris

- Parrish

- Noah (plutonic only)

Doctor who

- 9

- 10

- 11

- 12

- 13

- River

- Clara

- Rose

- Amy

- Rory

- Jack

Lord of the rings/the hobbit

- Bilbo

- Legolas

- Thranduil

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- Lindir

- Thorin

- Fili

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My hero academia

- Aizawa

- Mic

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Blue exorcist

- Mephisto

- Amiamon

Demon slayer

- Rengoku

Tokyo ghoul

- Yomo

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Durarara!!

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Skyrim

- Vilkas

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Ackley bridge

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The vampire diaries

- Damon

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the watcher

- Ryan

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911

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Downton Abbey

- Thomas Barrow

- Anna

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Kingsmen

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Bones

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Buffy the vampire slayer

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The walking dead

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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Pro Hero Masterlist

Toshinori Yagi / All Might

i'd stop the world for you - oneshot

all might breaking up with you - headcanons

Enji Todoroki / Endeavour

endeavor with a sidekick who isn't intimidated by him - headcanons

Keigo Takami / Hawks

hawks with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

dating hawks / keigo takami - headcanons

fake dating hawks - headcanons

Rumi Usagiyama / Mirko

friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons

mirko with a s/o who has a fox quirk - headcanons

being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant - headcanons

Tsunagu Hakamada / Best Jeanist

best jeanist comforting his self concious s/o - headcanons

Shinya Kamihara / Edgeshot

secret kisses with edgeshot - headcanons

Mirai Sasaki / Sir Nighteye

workplace crushes - oneshot

Taishiro Toyomitsu / Fatgum

fatgum being jealous - headcanons

Ryuko Tatsuma / Ryukyu

ryukyu with a sidekick who overworks themselves - headcanons

Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead

fake dating shota aizawa - headcanons

Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

present mic dating a metalhead - headcanons

spending time with present mic - headcanons

Nemuri Kayama / Midnight

bruised hearts heal slowly - oneshot

midnight crushing on her sidekick - headcanons

Sekijiro Kan / Vlad King

jealous vlad king - headcanons

Yu Takeyama / Mount Lady

the taste of the enemy - drabble

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feniverse-unfiltered · 3 months

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Some BNHA Character Playlists:

Dabi: spotify link | Playlist Graphic

Top 3 Songs: Blood // Water by grandson | Rewired by Gabbie Hanna | Hellfire by Barns Courtney

Toga Himiko: spotify link

Top 3 Songs: Bloodsucker by aeseaes | I'll Make You Love Me by Kat Leon | Breakfast by Dove Cameron

Shigaraki Tomura: spotify link

Top 3 Songs: Stay and Decay by Unlike Pluto | Monster by BB Cooper | Freak (Ft. REI AMI) by Sub Urban

Hawks: spotify link

Top 3 songs: Higher by The Score | Anti-Gravity by RUNAGROUND | Head Up by The Score

Miruko: spotify link

Top 3 songs: Don't Stop the Devil by Dead Posey | Stomp Me Out by Bryce Fox | 321GO by The Mondays

Lady Nagant: spotify link

Top 3 songs: OUTLAW by Neoni | I Walk The Line by Halsey | Never Going Back by The Score

Bakugo Katsuki: spotify link

Top 3 songs: Dynamite by Sam Tinnesz | The Fight by The Phantoms | Going for Greatness by Future Royalty

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aimportantdragoncollector · 1 year

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For the ask game, please! Kitsune Izuku wanting parents so he kidnaps Inko and Toshinori since they look perfectly parent-shaped. (Kitsune Izuku is stronger than All Might.)

Izuku actually has a father, All Spirits in One, but he didn't show up home for a while so he got replaced.

Izuku decided he wants the dad who is "always here" because his own father is never there. He was hanging around the playground in his fox form and overheard Inko telling Mitsuki that she always wanted kids but never had them, so he decided to fulfill her wish.

All Might has had a LOT of scammers claim to have given birth to his child because he's a big celebrity. He's super-confused and initially thinks this is another paternity scam. Izuku rolls with it and fakes DNA test results with his magic. All Might buys it. Inko, who knows she was never pregnant, does not. She's mostly just confused.

All Might is determined to make up for his absence to his long-lost son. He spoils Izuku with gifts/merch and takes him along when fighting villains. (No one ever accused All Might of knowing very much about kids but fortunately Izuku can take care of himself.) All Might is a teacher at U.A. and takes Izuku to meet all the other kids.

Katsuki has a natural ability for seeing through magic and tells everyone that Izuku is a kitsune but no one believes him. Nezu believes him but pretends not to because he's determined to recruit Izuku.

Gran Torino gives All Might a long lecture for not using protection. Izuku is delighted to get a bonus grandfather.

Izuku finds out about Shouto's past and kicks Enji's ass. Since Izuku demonstrates both blue foxfire and shapeshifting abilities, he gets mistaking for Touya Todoroki. Enji is pissed that All Might adopted his son. Dabi is even more PISSED.

While All Might is sending Inko apology gifts and taking her out to dinner they end up falling in love. At that point Inko decides to just roll with it and adopt Izuku.

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game

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whileyoureinschoolidothisallday · 5 months

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LOYALTY - Dabi x f!reader

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synopsis: After years of being a Villain, you're trying to be good now.

Fucking a Villain isn't the same as being one.

Right?

word count: 7216

warnings: f!Black!reader. Reader is a foreigner and is very chronically ill, using a wheelchair while also having a tube in their throat for respiratory issues. club scene. implications of drinking and off-screen drug use (reader is high and probably drunk throughout the oneshot)

A/N: HI!!!!!!!! =D

I've been trying to write this for a year and finally got it out of me! This is a companion piece to my much longer wip, "Bury My Ashes at Sea" (aka Hex!fic). I have many companion pieces planned for AFTER Hex!fic, that would explore the events of their relationship more, but after seeing these pics of Dabi, this became a very impromptu entry. It was only supposed to be literally just a short scene about watching Dabi's face in the water but it uh...got away from me. I really hope I don't regret posting this first, but I had to get it out.

This is very MC centric, whereas Hex!fic and other companion pieces will be Dabi centric. This is also primarily angsty as you're kinda having an existential crisis!!!!!! I'm not super sure anybody's gonna like this but me, but if you do, I love you and hope you tell me everything you liked in the tags and comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy! <3

(header made by the beautiful amazing @xxlvndrxxhzexx )

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You could always be found by the water.

The ocean was obviously your favorite, but any water would do. It called to you, no matter where it was. No matter where you were. Even if the closest thing you had was a bathtub, sometimes you just had to soak. Life felt worse if you didn’t. Your family used to joke that it was supposed to be your Quirk—it just got lost in the mail somewhere, or stuck in your already clusterfucked excuse for DNA.

It’s how they came up with the name Siren.

But you didn’t use that name anymore.

You were trying to be good now.

The music swelled and thumped in your chest, all while you sipped your drink through a straw in the corner, unfocused and unfazed. As soon as you heard there was a pool at this place, it was constantly tugging at the back of your head. You wandered around the party, head buzzing with a mixture of substances and a booming baseline, and still somehow ended up within view of the back door. No matter where you went, your eyes still glanced to the alluring outside. Maybe it was the drugs, but the longer you stayed here, the urge for the water was becoming an almost desperate pull. Like for some reason you were drowning on air. Eventually, you caved and decided to find your date before bailing. You clicked your teeth a few times and the fox-like creature standing guard beside you followed close to your wheels.

Apollon was a Quirk Pet, named so because of his psychokinetic Quirk. When you insisted on moving to Japan of all places—where they had enemies even more troublesome than the constant mass of Heroes everywhere—and refused to take any of your family or their allies, refused to use your support devices anymore, refused anything more from your Villain life than the house and the store they gave you, this was was your adoptive moms’ final attempt at a safety net for you.

At first you resisted—Quirk Pets were a relatively new (and sometimes dubiously bred) accessory for the Quirkless elite or their children to feel special like the rest of society, and that kind of flash didn’t exactly fit your attempt at a normal civilian lifestyle. The only people that could afford one of those things were high-profile Villains and crooked billionaires. But since your usual mode of assistance at the time was even less fit for civilian life, and you sure as hell weren’t taking a bunch of nursing staff, you relented. Of course, it didn’t take you long to fall in love with the little bastard.

It was at least a good signal for the more seasoned Villains to know you were someone somehow. You were seen enough around these spots now that they mostly left you alone, lumping you in with the rest of the regular slumming civs—Villain arm candy, nightly entertainment—which you supposed was what you technically were now. Apollon was never a part of your Villain life, so while you were conflictingly more comfortable in seedier places like this, he was on edge, showing his teeth at anyone who got too close.

Which, despite sleeping with him for a while now, still included Dabi.

It was a casual arrangement between the two of you. Sometimes you asked, sometimes he did. Tonight was him. Need my girl for something, the text read. You could never refuse when he called you that. He needed a way to get into this party—for recruitment purposes, you guessed—and a pretty little thing like you could get an invite with a plus one a lot easier than he could. It’s about the only time he ever took you out for anything other than crashing at your place. For someone who called herself retired and put an ocean between herself and her old life for a reason, you should’ve said no. But without the issue of his dealings—which technically he did not tell you about, per your relationship rules, and you were not participating in whatsoever— a party was a party. You worked hard. You were trying to be good now. Other civs were here, and a lot more often than you were. If they were still allowed their normie cards, then there wasn’t any reason you couldn’t get down and dirty every once in a while without having an existential crisis over it.

…As long as by ‘Once in Awhile’, you meant ‘Any Time He Gave You An Excuse’.

The first few times you tagged along to one of these events, it was typical for nosey audiences to be watching the two of you. Now it was only the has-beens and wannabes that still bothered you. You think you hated Villains with lingering Hero complexes more than overbearing civilians. At least you expected the latter to think you were less than them.

Do you know who that is? They’d corner you with hushed voices when Dabi was out of ear-shot, their tone implying anything other than conscious agency from the crippled foreigner.

The pope. What do you fucking think?

You’d want to shout Do you know who I am? Because the covered tattoo on your shoulder would shut them up real quick. But the answer would be, no.

They didn’t know who you were. That was the point. You didn’t talk about that on purpose.

Siren didn’t exist anymore.

You were trying to be good.

Lucky you, it didn’t take much longer to find Dabi. Good news: the VIP space was very close to the poolside door. Bad news: Based on his body language, you weren’t leaving any time soon. Whatever he was doing, it was getting irritating. He had the same stoic posture as usual, just with an impatiently tapping foot. And he wasn’t with any of the other thugs you saw him with earlier, the ones you guessed he was trying to win over. They were a lot more uppity than the people he usually dealt with, way too high-brow and established to risk dealing with an upstart like the League. You could’ve spared him the time and energy from the second you saw them talking—they were not League fans. Their tune was all wrong. And even if they were, they were far from meeting the type of standards a group like the League would be looking for.

Not that you knew what those standards were, of course. You didn’t ask and you insisted that you didn’t wanna know. No details, no involvement—those were the conditions you set. It was just a guess, guessing didn’t count. All you were here for was the drugs, the drinks, and the eventual sex. You were trying to be good now.

You took another drink.

Zzt zzt.

The sound of your phone snapped you out of your spiraling.

{if I wanted some stalker freak staring at me I would’ve brought toga.}

Dabi took a swig of his drink while his phone rested in his freehand. He didn’t acknowledge you in any other way.

Finally, you smiled.

{It’s not my fault. Stop being the prettiest boy in the room~}

You could see him roll his eyes from here.

Dabi had been your favorite thing to watch since you met him. Watching, listening, whatever you wanted to call it. It was a habit of yours that you had no intention on breaking—your ever-growing excuse to keep Siren closer to the surface than you should.

All the world was a stage and every human had a harmony to perform, and it used to be your job to chart out the melodies. It was the one and only skill you had over your family. You were almost certain it played a large part in your moms’ decision to take you in. It was always something you could do—you listened to your targets until you memorized every beat. Then you added your voice. Timing your words to the rhythm of their heartbeat, adapting to the tempo of their bones, matching the key of their Quirk with perfect pitch. A single missed step or chord out of place and you noticed like blood in the water. They’d be so enthralled with the perfect duet that they never noticed your voice leading the song. They never noticed that it was your show now and they were the mimicking puppet, blissfully following you all the way to the inevitable end at the bottom of your family’s shark-infested ocean.

Dabi was no different. Granted, you weren’t trying to kill or extort him, and his melody was a lot harder to tape down than others, you’d give him that. To put it bluntly, it was unpleasant. Repellent was an even better word. It sounded wrong, cacophonous. Like…two different songs layered on top of each other and fighting for the lead. Far too bright and intense and hot to listen for long. But somehow, he took the stage and paired the noise with an effortless stride. His steps were controlled, steady. So deceptively quiet you almost didn’t notice him the first time he was in your store. You watched him turn the madness into the most elegant choreography you’d ever seen. A swan on the water.

If it was anyone else, you would’ve minded your business. But maybe you’d been good for so long that now, you were just bored enough Siren couldn’t resist the challenge. Maybe it wasn’t anything to do with his song, but how you were so homesick you couldn’t ignore someone who felt so familiar, so much like the walking ghosts you were used to. Either way, you hadn’t stopped watching him since.

Although the longer this went on, the more it felt like you were the one under the spell.

Dabi didn’t entertain you with a further response, instead downing the rest of his drink. The sloshing liquid made you feel like you were swaying with it. It felt like you were being rocked by the waves. You closed your eyes again. Waves made you think of swimming, and swimming made you think of the pool. You turned your gaze to the outside to catch a glimpse of the water, but all you could see was the top of a table’s umbrella.

It took about five more seconds for you to solidify your decision.

[Come outside with me] You text Dabi quickly but you were already moving toward the door.

[no. why.]

[Want the water]

[course you do.]

[=(((((( Don’t be mean. If they’re gonna keep you waiting around, you might as well wait with me.]

Again, he didn’t respond. You pouted at your phone. Unfortunately, you were just high enough to try your luck a little further.

[Pretty please? I want you to sit with me.]

He exhaled, his shoulders twitching just a bit more than they should. A knowing grin grew on your face. Exactly what you were looking for. You studied his steps. You charted impossible melodies. You hummed along with harmonies that made your mouth burn until finally, you followed the performance. You could keep up with him. After months of watching his flawless routine, there was only ever one misstep. The only note you had on him.

I want you.

Didn’t matter when, how, or why you said it. Whenever you told him you wanted him, there was always a sudden stutter in his rhythm. Expertly corrected, blink and you’d miss it. Every performer knew that the audience only recognized mistakes if you told them, and Dabi was nothing short of a professional. You thought that was why he was so good at this. No one ever watched long enough to know the difference.

But you did.

You could dance and sing with the boy in the water all you wanted, but once he bleeds you’ll remember you have fangs.

You memorized the note and sang it again. And again. You watched him trip on the sound of your words until your mouth watered. Curiosity turned predatory—the part of Siren you couldn’t kill. As soon as you found that perfect note of desire, you couldn't help but sing encore after encore until they drowned in it. It was a compulsion. You tried variations. Different tempos, different octaves. You swished the sound around in your mouth and probed your tongue along its edges like a missing tooth. Strangely, it tasted cold. You wondered if that was the appeal, if every refrain was like a single drop of rain on him.

I want you to listen to this with me! I think you’ll like it. (Fingers twitch.) When are you coming back? I want to see you. (Throat clears.) Do you like sweets? I want to make something for you! (Rubs his neck.) I want you to stay. (Jaw tightens.) Want you to kiss me. Want you to touch me. Want you, right there, please, please, please. (A hitched breath.) (A harder kiss.) (A choked moan.)

But he never gave you more than a flinch. Never more than a glance at the waves before he corrected. It drove you a little nuts. You wanted to see him fall. You wanted to pull him under. How long would you need to hold the note to break his performance? How many times did he need to hear your song before he loved your voice more than air? Dabi wouldn’t even tell you his name. He couldn’t be mad you were like this. It was like dangling himself on a hook and expecting you not to bite.

You were trying to be good, but you can't change your nature.

When he still didn’t give you a response, you sighed—dramatically enough that he could see your shoulders lift and fall with the motion—but didn’t bother pestering him further. There was a fine line between playful banter and being a pest when it came to Dabi, and you were getting quite proud of yourself for figuring out how to blur the boundaries, just enough to get under his skin in a good way. If anything, it made the sex better.

Instead, you clicked your teeth a few times for Apollon to follow you and help you out the door. The second the night air hit your face, you exhaled. You hadn’t realized how stifled you felt inside. Out here, everything was so still. You stopped moving and inhaled the moonlight. The silvery threads were cool and calming against your skin. It was like you stepped into the safety of a liminal space, outside of time, outside of the rest of the world. Only the dampened boom of the music to remind you of the real world waiting behind you.

When you opened your eyes again, the glow of the pool was waving along any surface it could reach. It kissed you with the same light, calling you. Apollon perched himself on the poolside table closest to you as you moved closer to the water. You kept moving until you reached the light, until the purples and blues lighting up the water rippled along your face. The closer you got, the more urgent it felt. Like something was lurking behind you and this was the only sanctuary.

There was a reason humans always searched for water to repent.

You snapped out of it when Apollon chirped with concern. He watched you from on top of the table, curled into a comfortable ball. Any closer and you would’ve sunk like a rock.

“Oh, stop. You’re not gonna let me fall in.” You laughed it off. Apollon responded best in English, by design. A small security measure to make sure he only responded to you. Not that he didn’t ignore everyone else anyway.

You pointed at your high heels. “Help me take these off.”

He made another quiet noise to let you know his hesitance, but did what you asked. Your heels floated from your feet first, then with another point, you floated down to the edge of the pool. Apollon kept pressure on your spine so you could sit up properly—you were a ragdoll outside of your wheelchair, even on a sober night. This way, you could dangle your feet in the pool.

You were weightless like this. It was the only time you could really move so easily. You didn’t even mind the freezing water. The cold forced you to take in a slow breath, and it was like the first breath you’ve taken all night. It cleared up your head a little, drifted you back to the floating cloud of your high. You closed your eyes and let yourself sway to the music. It changed to a song you knew, warped by the DJ to be slower and pitched down. It sounded distant and muffled, like you were listening underwater.

(“It’s a secret society. All we ask is trust. All we got is us…”)

You hummed along under your breath and lost yourself in the ripples of the water. The coolness kept the doubt away, so much so that you nearly forgot what made you so desperate to come outside in the first place.

And then you noticed the moon.

Or the lack thereof, rather. A waning crescent. The reflection glistened on top of the neon glow of the pool. A tiny sliver of light, uselessly persisting against its shadowy fate, even its reflection nearly swallowed by the dancing blue of the water. Your stomach twisted at the sight. Once again, you were suffocating. Peace evaporated just as soon as it arrived. Now the music only reminded you of what you were running from. The walls were closing in on you, just like that moon. It was only something you could avoid for so long.

You were trying to be good, but you can’t change fate. (”Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…”)

If you want out, then be out. Your eldest sister’s voice echoed over the thumping bass in your head, the last thing she said to you after finding out about your recent flirting with Villainy. Her disappointed tone still shivered hollow in your bones. You could always tell when it was her talking and not the spirits using her Channeling Quirk—while they always twisted her features into the manic bloodthirst most were familiar with, she, herself, only ever looked tired. You haven’t seen or heard from her since, but her voice still haunted you like one of her ghosts. Looming in the shadows, like that moon’s underbelly, chastising your indecision.

Even now, Apollon could help you swim if you wanted. Would keep the water from getting into the tube in your throat. But this is all you do. It was the same problem no matter where you ran.

You can never commit.

("Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…")

“What the hell are you doing?”

You jumped, once again getting snapped out of your spiraling. You tilted your head all the way back, Apollon supporting your movements but not enough to let you fall. Dabi was near the door, a cigarette dancing between his fingers now instead of a drink. His delicate face was scrunched up with a rare expressive look.

“There he is!” You smiled, bright and inebriated. There was a sigh of relief in your voice. Your favorite distraction, always in the nick of time. “I knew you’d miss me. Or were you just bored?”

“Wanted a smoke.” He mumbled around the stick now pressed between his lips, his expression returned to its usual sour scowl. He narrowed his eyes at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Just needed some air,” you said, swallowing the automatic ‘nothing’ and opting for more believable half-honesty. Dabi didn’t tell you his full truth, and right now you weren't interested in telling him yours. “Think I’m getting a bad trip. Got really paranoid all of a sudden.”

“Don’t get so fucked up I gotta deal with you crashin' later. ‘M not your babysitter.”

“Oh, such a Gentleman.”

Without another word, he cupped his hands around the cigarette, blue light sparking it to life. You watched him blow out a stream of smoke, staying downwind from you. He didn’t say anything more, so you signaled Apollon to sit you back up and returned to kicking at the water.

As soon as you weren't looking, you felt the blue embers of his gaze heating up your back again. You pretend you didn’t notice, only because you knew it drove him nuts. Another one of his rare tells. Dabi hated talking, but if he thought you were ignoring him you could nearly count to a beat when he’d speak again.

1. 2. 1-2-3-4—

Exhale.

“You fall into that, m’not fishin’ you out.”

You smiled to yourself. (”I’m always on your mind…”)

“That’s fine. I got Pollo.” You said with a shrug. You played your part well. Nonchalant and coy. You thought he liked it better when you pretended not to know what he wanted.

Apollon chirped smugly and Dabi scoffed again. You still weren't looking at him. Eventually, you heard him stomp out his cig, followed by his heavy footsteps. You feel the heat from his body before anything else. He sat behind you, just close enough to place his hands around your hips, but Apollon growled before he could fully reach you. A psychic pulse kept his hands from getting any closer, like a sudden field of gravity.

“Call off your damn beast,” Dabi snapped. Your snickering only made him more irritated.

“Pollo, be nice. Let him go.”

Another disapproving growl. He did what you asked, but laid down and kept an unflinching gaze on Dabi, waving his tail in the air to sense any changes before they happened. There was a grumble from Dabi you couldn’t make out, then his hands were finally on you. Warmer than you usually liked, but not completely uncomfortable. He was irritated. Maybe tired too.

“You’re freezing,” he said. His grip briefly tightened on you again, tugging you a little closer to him and out of the water before you placed your hands on his to stop him. The idea of leaving the water still made your stomach drop.

“Aww. You care about me.”

His voice sharpened. “You’re not much use to me sick, are you?”

“Guess not.” When he bristled at your matching sarcasm, you laughed under your breath. “So, I take it by your current winning attitude that recruitment isn’t going well?”

“Thought you didn’t wanna know the details?”

“It doesn’t count if I can guess.” You pouted. “But you’re right, you don’t have to tell me if—”

“No. It’s not going well,” Dabi snapped. Usually he played along a little longer. He must've been more tired than you thought.

He exhaled deeply, then you felt his forehead resting against your back. He grumbled against your skin.

“Waste of my fuckin’ time. Nothin’ but tasteless trash, as usual.”

“Don’t you usually kill them when they’re like that?” You started rubbing your thumb along the top of his hand, trying to aid the soothing process.

“Gotta squeeze some money out of ‘em first.”

“Oh? The League’s broke?” You said. “I can pack up some leftover food from the store if you need it.”

“Typically humans need more than sweets to live.”

“Damn, that’s wild. But see, there’s also this thing called takeout, and I have like, a real job, so I can exchange money for goods and services.”

“Doesn’t sound very uninvolved to me.”

You took back what you said—he was fine. You could feel his petty little smirk on your back. The banter was probably helping him recover, the bastard.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before continuing. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, doll. Haven’t starved yet, not gonna start now. Just got a few more negotiations before I can seal the deal.”

“Negotiations?” You quirked a skeptical eyebrow at him. “You know that ‘trash’ is planning on jumping you later, right?”

“Aw, you care about me.”

You smiled back, poisonously sweet. “Not very useful to me dead, are you?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t make much of a difference. I’m already dead.”

This time it was you that bristled at his answer.

He said it on purpose. You could feel the smirk still there. On a normal night, it would only be mildly irritating. You’d ignore it, or sidestep. He’d commented about being dead since you’ve known him—it was such a common statement out of his mouth that you wondered if he was trying to remind you or himself. Still, you always flinched. It never mattered that you knew what he was doing, that you heard the intentionally dropped beat in the performance every time, you always fell for the bait. He loved reminding you that it wasn't just you.

He had your number too.

“You know I don’t think that’s funny.” Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet. If he noticed, he ignored it.

“Wasn’t joking.”

Again, he was just as bad as you. Pressing the only button he knew just to hear how your voice stalled.

Just to see for a fact that he affected you.

Salt drenched your tongue and turned your voice bitter. It was to the point where you didn’t trust the sound it'd make if you spoke, so you swallowed it down to the best of your ability and focused back on the water. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing your sour notes. It was what he wanted after all. When Dabi was mean, his song turned cold. Feral flames swapped for a freezing arctic. It was a lot more effective on you. You could be as good as you wanted, but the ocean’s salt would always linger on your skin, and mixing salt with ice seared just like a flame.

Both of you were too stubborn to get off the stage first, so it was a frequent competition to see who would win: your drive to pull him under or his drive to push you away and prove himself right.

There was blood in the water and demons were just as hungry as sirens.

There was a long, tense silence between the two of you. Ignoring him worked just as well as anything you’d say or do. You’d silently steep in the toxic waves and poison you both before you gave in. But soon, you felt his mouth moving against your back. Slow, soft. Absent, even. It was something to do with his mouth other than suck on a cig, but most importantly it was something you couldn’t ignore. Even if you wouldn't talk to him, his presence was still undeniable.

For someone who insisted he was dead, he sure did hate when people acted like he wasn’t around.

He gradually inched up to your shoulder, then your neck. His body temperature slowly cooled to the usual warmth you sunk into. You hated how nice this was when you were still so irritated. Even with the tiniest touch, his heat spread through the branches of your veins like a good high. Fireworks bursting in slow motion. Champagne bubbles floating to the top until your head was swimming again. With your lack of muscle, it was hard as hell to gain warmth and just as easy to lose it. Dabi made you so spoiled. A few hours in his presence and you forgot how cold the rest of the world was without him. Even the water seemed warmer. You closed your eyes and sighed quietly. The sound morphed into a quiet hum under your breath.

“I noticed, by the way.”

Dabi’s voice interrupted the syrupy sound of your humming and pulled you back to your irritation. At some point, you leaned over for him to get a better angle at your neck. His mouth moved with a little more intention now, possession tinging his lips. There was no way you were going back inside without a few new marks to show for it. Dabi’s apologies were never spoken, only delivered in deeper kisses, lighter touches, softer words. Whatever he can to make you feel good.

“What?” Your voice still came out as a cross murmur.

“The thugs that are gonna jump me? I noticed,” he said. “Kill ‘em later. After I get you home.”

The word made you tense again. He said it so goddamn casually. He started slipping every now and then and calling your place ‘home’. You didn’t think it started intentionally, but as soon as he heard your voice shake in response, it was too late. It didn’t take long for an accident to turn into a test. Now he did it at least once every time you saw him. More so if he thought he made you legitimately upset. Whenever he spoke it, there was always a question hidden in the off beat. A whisper, something cold again. Like a toe in the water to make sure you really wouldn’t bite. (”Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty…”)

Normally, you would take the time to sing around his trap and answer correctly, dodging anything that would be too encouraging (or you’d scare him off) without being too discouraging (or you’d never hear that chilled vulnerability again). But tonight, it was especially irritating. That little timid voice still asking if it’s safe, like you would leave him for this littlest thing. Like you were the flight risk. Like he wasn’t the one literally reminding you that he would never stay. Nothing you want would ever stay. No matter how far you ran, no matter how good you pretended to be, you were doomed to watch it die and fade away, just like that moon.

How dare he call your place home when the only space he planned on claiming as his was six feet under.

You finally gave in and let the salt flavor your tongue. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t fuck corpses.”

“Oh? Since when?”

“Since always, jackass.”

There was a brief pause before he shrugged again. ”Guess you can go home then.”

“Dabi.”

He laughed. A quiet, wheezy chuckle that paired perfectly with his smirk. It made an irritatingly pleasant shiver run along your thighs, even now. He returned his mouth below your ear and you let him.

“There’s my girl.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You scowled, but still decided to signal Apollon to let you slouch back into him. “Keep ruining my buzz like this and you won’t have to worry about the thugs. I’ll kill you myself.”

Another whispered sound of smug amusement brushed against your hair. “I’d let you try.”

“How romantic.”

The lazy rhythm of Dabi’s lips was replaced by the slow drag of his fingertips along your arm. Compared to the rest of him, his scarless fingers felt like silk. You wiggled yourself closer so your head was underneath his chin. You were barely in the water anymore. He was sneaky, tangling you further into the seductive heat of his body with every inch you relinquished to him from Apollon. It looked as cozy as it felt, you were sure.

But cozy or not, even this was calculated. You almost always did this after he said those stupid comments about dying or already being dead. Obviously he wasn’t. But he said it with such conviction, and the sound of his voice was never the right pitch for sarcasm or jokes. Despite what you could clearly see with your eyes, it always made you so anxious. So, in your cuddled position, you angled a little so your ear was against his chest, and you listened. It probably would’ve been even more subtle to check his pulse points, but Dabi’s wrists were covered in too much scar tissue for you to ever get a good reading. Instead, you could always hear it thudding along the healthy strip of his chest. After a few seconds, you would pull out your phone and use it to count.

It was always still beating. Maybe a little faster than it should be from all the stress he put his body under, but still beating. Still breathing. Still here.

Dying, maybe. But not dead.

You were very aware it was an important difference.

Once upon a time, it was just another part of the deal. Dabi was clearly hellbent on checking out, but that terminality was one of the main appeals. You knew what Villains were like. He was just as temporary as you were. This way, you could both get your kicks, you could get the teetering threat of relapse out of your system, and there wouldn’t be any reason for attachments when you both knew exactly what you were getting into. Limited time was built in the design. Quick, easy, painless.

You wonder if he used the same justifications for you in the beginning.

You wonder if it was backfiring for him the same way.

It was why you left. You spent your whole life being told and expecting that you would be the buried, not the burier. It was the bond your whole villainy was based off of. Everyone was dying here. You were all on a train to Hell one way or another. It didn’t matter how or why. You all had the same destination, the same rage, the same brutal apathy. Death was inevitable, and the only thing that mattered was making sure every Hero fuck that signed your sentence felt it when you finally reached that stop. It was a lot less scary when you had people to laugh about it with. It was spoken like a badge of honor. Yeah, the world wants me dead too. Come on in.

And then you woke up one day with the audacity to want to live. (”I’m hangin’ on the fence again…”)

The realization gnawed at you with panicked desperation. You looked around and discovered that everyone you loved was dying much faster than you, killing themselves in a blaze of glory. This wasn’t a party, it was a suicide pact. None of the civs or the Heroes tried to intervene because this was the point—the job was being done for them. The only way to win the game was to not play at all. Get to the exit. Live.

But it was what the Heroes never understood, and something you should’ve known better.

Everyone else always knew where the exit was.

It was always there, in blinking neon, unlocked and unguarded. Anyone could leave whenever they wanted. It’s why no one tried to stop you. This was what your Moms did, after all, since they retired from their own battle wounds—worked in the shadows, helped those who wanted out disappear without a trace, supported those who didn’t, take in the unwanted in-betweens until they could make a choice. Like you. Like your family. Like your sister.

Everyone knew they were free to go, but there was never anything to save.

And this is what Heroes would never understand. Why things would never get better until the question was addressed. They could point out the exit sign all they wanted, try to heroically lead them into a bright new future, but every Villain would always ask the same thing:

Why?

You didn’t think you’d be waiting here, dancing with the burning boy on the train tracks, if you ever found a good answer.

(”10-4, no switchin’ sides…”)

You looked up at him without moving your head. His eyes were fixed on the still water with an empty gaze. He was somewhere far away, farther than you could reach. Sometimes Dabi looked so goddamn fragile you thought you’d split at the seams, like him. The blue reflection from the water danced along his skin like his flames, and he looked so beautiful in your element that your chest ached at the unfairness of it all. You never wanted a Quirk more in your life. You wanted to be able to hum and wrap his wounds in water. Put the pain that was so loudly screaming out of his skin to rest with soft, cool lullabies. Whisper a single sound and keep him here with you a little longer.

You insisted that you didn’t want to be involved, but you started keeping ice packs and bandages tucked away for him, in the same spot as the black market quirk suppressants you still keep for your sister, just in case. The occult and mysticism books you borrowed about restless ghosts were piled with the new highlighted articles about burn wounds. You memorized the numbers of Dabi’s burner phones like everyone in your family, and you couldn’t help clocking the twitches and tells of the men he talks to like you were still a good spy for the cause. You let him stay in your house, your bed.

You let him hear you sing. (”Ain’t no other love like the one I know…”)

Sometimes, on the rare occasions you woke up before him, and he was still sleeping softly next to you, you thought about telling Apollon to bring you the syringe in the cupboard. They only worked for about two hours on your sister anymore, but you were sure Dabi wouldn’t have as much of a tolerance. You could keep him from going back out there. Without a Quirk, Apollon could easily keep him from running away or trying to fight. He would be safe, and you could finally, finally do something other than watch while those you loved destroyed themselves. There was no need to go back inside. It’s safer in the water. Stay, stay, stay.

But you can never commit.

You were trying to be good.

The song was long over but it still played in your head. (”Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty”)

It haunted you with a demand you couldn’t run from. (”Tell me who you’re loyal to”) You said you wanted to move far away from your old life, but you made sure that your store was far on the outskirts of town, off the path for Heroes, easily accessible for any undesirables that might need some bread or sweets, or a place to warm up…or flowers for their mom. You said you didn’t want to be a Villain anymore, but you wouldn’t serve licensed Heroes.

(”I said, tell me who you’re loyal to”) You refused to use your support items, but the metal rings around your fingers never felt as heavy as when you were sitting on the train, listening to the civs gush about Heroes. You were trying to be good, but you listened to them cheer and celebrate the capture of the ones like you—the people you love (“Does it start with your woman or your man?”)—and your perfect pitch stalls. It was the one note you couldn't hit. They made you want to honey your voice like you used to, lead them along like oblivious puppets. Warp the role of non-threatening into a eulogy for the ones that forced it on you, the last sound they ever heard before the snarls of your family’s bloodthirsty Quirks. (“Does it end with your family and friends?”)

But then you remember what happened last time. The blood. The screaming. Something suffocating on itself. It was why you left, wasn’t it? You knew better. There was only one thing this life could give you. You were cursed just like that moon. At some point, there would be no more delaying it. It felt right, it felt like home, but when you woke in the morning there was no one left but you.

So in the end, you always kept your mouth clenched shut.

You were trying to be good.

(”Are you loyal to yourself in advance?”)

“Dabi.” You spoke with your own eyes on the water, fixated on the rippling moon. “Can we go?”

“Now?”

You nodded. There was a sudden spark of urgency inside you. You couldn’t stand to be in this place for another second. You were trying to be good now. There was a house waiting for you. For him. You didn't have to go back in there. You could lock yourselves behind those doors and sing until he didn’t remember there was a life before your voice, until his touch burned the blood from your skin and finally made you clean again. You would cling to what you loved until you wasted away or they did, and not a second sooner.

You tilted your head to kiss Dabi’s neck. Just a single, soft smooch. You knew he couldn’t feel it there, but you always did it anyway, leaving a bright red lipstick mark as proof. Mine. If you weren't allowed anything else, this counted as something.

“Want you.” You looked up at him from the crook of his neck. It was the truest thing you said all night. “Please?”

He stared at you. The full force of his sapphire eyes was disarming, like his own siren charm. You could tell that he was studying your face for something. Like he knew there was more to your shifting mood tonight than a bad trip. There was something hidden in your notes—something silent, something off. But you wouldn’t let him hear it. He wouldn’t even tell you his name. He didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to tell him.

“Yeah. Alright.” His stare never wavered, like he was still focused on listening. But when you still wouldn’t give him what he was searching for, he started to move. “They should be back by now.”

He whistled at Apollon and nodded his head toward you. For as much as they didn’t like each other, they’d gotten into a groove. Moving in time with their own routine, at least when it came to you. It was a seamless transition—you barely had the chance to wobble before the weightless feeling of your pet’s Quirk replaced his embrace.

But as soon as Dabi left, you shuttered. It was a jarring shock. The cold seeped into your bones until your limbs were heavy with ice. You cussed with chattering teeth. Apollon floated you back in your chair quick enough, but the cold overshadowed everything. It caused time to start again. How long had you been out here? When did the song change? You didn’t recognize it. The bass thumped in your chest to an ominous rhythm that felt more like a hungry threat. The growl of the inevitable before it swallowed you whole. It was enough to snuff out what little sparks of resistance you were gaining. Instead, they were replaced with a desperate need. You kept saying you didn’t want to be involved, but what good was abstinence when this was your reward? The water kept you safe and secure, but what was the point of safety without warmth?

You were trying to be good, but you were so, so cold.

“You comin’?” Dabi turned to your shivering form. You heard the ghostly echo of a familiar song, refusing to die, whispering with his waiting steps and wrenching itself in the center of your ribs.

(”All I want is, all I want is…”)

“Yeah.” Your voice is a resignation. Out of the cold, but into the dark.

At least he’s a light.

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