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morsartis · 11 months

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i saw that you write for MHA i was wondering if you could write about one of the LOV (preferably shiggy or dabi) finding Eri before the heros did and raising her?

I loved this request so much I almost wanted to make it an au but I promised myself I wouldn’t do that unless I was gonna make an AO3 account. (A//N: I AM SO SORRY I MISINTERPRETED THIS AS HEADCANONS AND NOT STORY I WILL WRITE A SMALL DRABBLE FOR YOU AS SOON AS I FIND THE TIME AND I WILL TAG YOU I AM SO SORRY)

Honestly as wrapped up as Dabi has been in his quest to destroy his father I don’t think he would care much about Eri herself.

Definitely would have her use her quirk on him to see what all the damage can be reversed and as an excuse to push himself even further.

Like make no mistake I’m as big a fan of Dabi being a good brother as everyone else but realistically it won’t happen.

I do think he would grow to care for Eri, however.

In his own selfish way.

Shigaraki, however, is another story.

Listen, I 100% believe that Shigaraki would project his younger self onto Eri.

However if this is pre getting his shit together by slipping further away from the light Shigaraki he would have no clue how to take care of someone else that isn’t himself.

Definitely would shove her off into the hands of Kurogiri with an order to look after the girl.

Which Kurogiri would complain about but still do very well!

But if you want to shift the timeline around a bit for your bidding and have a more serious Shigaraki then he would take Eri on as AFO did for himself.

Whether this is good or not is another story entirely and completely up for interpretation!

Shigaraki would see to it that Eri develops her powers and would definitely be feeding her some LOV propaganda about heroes (though let's be honest he has some genuine criticisms that I love to see addressed in the plot).

Overall I don’t think he’d be a father figure to her so much as an older brother figure.

He would tease and taunt her often, not always with any malicious intent but trying to mimic the relationship he once had with his sister.

Kurogiri would be left to do the brunt of the actual raising when it comes to Eri and I full-heartedly believe he would do a fantastic job of it. Most likely he would categorize raising Eri as following Shigaraki’s orders and by extension the orders of AFO to look after Shigaraki’s development.

Shigaraki can’t raise a child by himself and run the league, now could he? No. So obviously Kurogiri is doing his job!

I think Toga would be the most excited at the prospect of another girl in the league. Especially one that would be easy for her to befriend. Definitely put on babysitting duty often.

Toga would be the one to introduce Eri to more girly things like painting nails and doing hair. Though Kurogiri would have to keep an eye on them to make sure Toga doesn’t get too carried away and try to take a little blood.

Eri would definitely grow up to be a biter if she was raised by the league.

You have to be just a little unhinged to survive there. Let's be real here.

#bnha #mha #lov #league of villains #Eri bnha #Dabi bnha #Dabi Todoroki #Shigaraki #LOV imagine #Kurogiri #Toga Himiko #Headcanons #I really enjoyed this ask!#AND I AM SO SORRY I MISUNDERSTOOD I SWEAR YOULL GET THAT DRABBLE #I WILL GET YOU TWO CONNECTED DRABBLES #I AM SO SORRY #Thank you so much for the request!

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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“You’re officially in my way.”

Despite his words, Shinso’s hands settle on your waist comfortably, violet eyes boring up into yours, and a lazy smirk on his cheek as you pout your pretty face down at him, arms crossed over your chest. “Something wrong, baby?”

“Don’t baby me,” you grumble, and he pokes his tongue in his cheek to fight back his snarky remark. “You’re in trouble.”

“Oh I am?”

“You absolutely are.” You let out an angry huff of air as behind you, the movie plays on. He wants to, briefly, look over your shoulder and watch the film to piss you off, but he’s more than happy to play the staring game with you. He chuckles and lets his thumbs run over the meat of your hips, “would you like to tell me why I’m in trouble?”

“The fact that you don’t know is absolutely horrid. Kaminari would never treat me so bad.”

Shinso finally lets out a flurry of laughter, and while he sees the smile that wants to crack on your own cheeks, he knows better than to say anything just yet. He’ll let you pout for just a little bit more. “Okay,” he sighs, letting his eyes glaze over you, “before you dump me for our Pikachu, can’t you give me a hint?”

You huff. He blinks patiently.

With gentle hands, you card his purple locks through your fingers, and he mewls and angles his head into. “Feel good, doesn’t it?” He goes to nod, but is cut off by your mumbled “dickhead,” and soft smack to his head.

Now he huffs. And you blink patiently.

“What?”

“You stopped rubbing my head!” You whine petulantly, shoving at his chest. “I came all the way over here to snuggle, and for my kindness and efforts, you stopped giving me affection to scroll on your phone!”

“I thought you fell asleep!”

“Well I clearly didn’t!”

“Yeah, got that!” He tries as hard as he can to fight the smile that wants to spread on his face, but it’s futile as he rubs the spot softly, his lips creaking up. You stifle a laugh of your own, and he grumbles as he pulls his hand away, “if you lay down again, I’ll give you all the affection you want.”

You pout and nudge his chest, “I just want your undivided attention all the time. I feel like that’s not asking for a lot!”

He snickers some more, “you’re right. I should put the entire of my existence on pause when I’m in your company. Which is most of the damn time.”

Now, you smile, and give him a small kiss in compensation, “good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

“Anything for you.”

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rintarolovebot · 1 year

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S!

summary — in which your athlete boyfriend decided to take a day off from practice on the day before his big game, to spend valentine’s day with you, the most special person in his life.

author’s note my very very very late valentine’s day post <3 isn’t the best but it works ><

you were expecting an empty space beside you as you awoke at 7 am in the morning. to see your boyfriend’s arms draped over your waist surprised and confused you.

you wondered if he accidentally slept in.

oh, shit! did he? he’s gonna get an earful from his coach when he gets there..

you shake him awake “rin? love, wake up.”

he stirs awake.. a bit. well, progress.

“you’re late for practice,” you told him. he rubs his eyes as he gets adjusted to the light from your bedroom’s window. your eyes softened while watching him do the things people do on a daily basis but something about watching him do it makes you melt.

he just looks so cute doing normal habits. you already came to a conclusion that you were a simp for your own boyfriend — and it didn’t even bother you.

you are so in love with him. it hurts. you could only hope he feels the same way.

and well, little did you know — he does. even more. he feels more love than what you feel for him.

he fell first. you fell harder. he fell even harder.

when he finally opens his eyes, you smile at him. “hi, good morning. you’re late for practice,” you chuckled mid-sentence.

your hands find its way to his hair as you pushed back his bangs to kiss his forehead. he closes his eyes and exhaled softly.

he feels so much love for you — it makes him want to cry sometimes because he has not never felt this much love in his entire life. and he’s damn sure he would never let anyone take this love he’s feeling from you away.

you two were a thing ever since high school, and now you two are both adults working for a stable life. you two have come a long way in life, and will continue to strive life’s obstacles together.

and he vowed he would always be yours.

“what’re you thinking about?” you asked him when you saw him stare at you. his eyes were soft, full of love and comfort.

he smiles, “just how much i love you.”

you snorted, “well stop thinking about me and get ready. your coach is gonna make you run laps and i’m gonna have to massage your back again because you’re not going to stop bitching about how sore they are,” you joked.

he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest. “you like it when you massage me. don’t deny, babe,” he nudged his face onto your waist.

your hands fiddled with his hair as he continued to rub his face onto your waist. “i have to make breakfast, let go.” he simply just shook his head and tightened his hold on you.

“it’s valentine’s day, baby. let’s stay in bed longer,” he murmured.

so, that’s why he got a day off? for valentine’s day?

“you got a day off to spend valentine’s day for me?” you teased. “the suna rintaro is going soft for me, it seems.”

you could feel his smile as he raised his head to speak his mind. you were expecting a snarky remark but he said, “i did. wanted to spend the day of love with my girl,” he gives a toothy smile when he sees you roll your eyes.

“that’s so cheesy, let go of me,” you said. he went back to his previous position — his face squished against your waist while his limbs were tangled with yours.

the cold temperature from your air conditioning unit while the sunlight peaks through the blinds makes you want to give in to your boyfriend’s wants and stay in bed a little longer.

and boy, did you give in.

you fixed your position and pulled rintaro’s head closer to your chest as he snuggles around your body. you kiss his forehead again before squishing your cheek onto the top of his head.

this is home, you figured.

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#w(v)rites #im so in love with this man??? i need help #HES SO AKSFHDJFTJRNFJ #i lov him sm #anywayyyyy happy valentine’s day people <3 #hq suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou imagines #suna rintaro scenarios #haikyuu fluff #suna rintaro x you #suna x reader #suna x you #suna fluff

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 months

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I've been thinking of this little yandere! LoV x Vigilante! reader scenario and it goes something along the lines of this (I'm not creative when it comes to coming up with quirks so don't judge me too hard for readers power):

Reader is a vigilante who has the quirk to charm and fluster anyone she touches, but she has to touch their bare hand in order for the ability to work. It's especially effective if she goes for the target's pulse points first, then they'll be completely whipped. Reader also has a very cheeky personality to boot so for some people it might take them a minute to realize what her quirk is.

She's not a full on villain as she does not wish to harm other people. However, she's angry with the hero society and wishes to seek out true justice in the world and wouldn't you know it, that's exactly what the League of Villains is looking for.

The members would all try scouting her out as she seems good for the cause and is good at using her ability. But Reader hates the League and wants nothing to do with it. Various situations follow as the group of misfits begin to fall for her.

Some are flustered, some might even get a kiss from Reader (hint, one of em is Dabi lmao). And you can't tell me that these suckers wouldn't eat this stuff up as most of them never felt the touch of a woman. Spinner would be a sweetheart though.

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headintheclouds-posts · 10 months

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I’m literally obsessed with him….18+. MDNI

I can just imagine the way his hips would roll into you, pounding your soft flesh. He would definitely be a whiner, spewing pretty nonsense from his chapped lips and loud exhales as you tighten around his tip. Shigaraki is obsessed with you, obsessed with the way your skin feels on his finger tips and the way your back arches off the bed, allowing his mouth to attach to your hardened nipple. There’s also no doubt in my mind that he has stamina, all those built up feelings residing in his body means he can go for hours, touching, sucking and fucking you until your body is a sweaty shaking mess.

Afterwards he shows you a great deal of love, he’s not the type to be that physical with someone he doesn’t care about, so he will hold you close and rub his nose against yours before pecking sweet butterfly kisses to your face, lulling you into a calming sleep.

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supernatural-hunter1 · 3 months

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Y/n’s Ex wants to get back with them but Dabi refuses to let your Ex get to you.

You’re Ex: “Y/n’s let me in I wanna talk to you!” Your ex said, while tapping at your window.

Y/n: “NO!”

You’re Ex: “please it’s cold out here?”

Dabi walks over to the window and opens it.

Dabi: “Here’s some matches set yourself on fire.”

He said to your ex and closes the window.

#dabi x reader #lov x reader #lov headcannons #dabi headcannons #dabi x y/n #league of villains x reader #League of villains headcannons #dabi imagine

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takeomisbitch · 7 months

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Just Breathe

Kinktober day 11 Dabi x Fem!Reader

Word count:684

Tags:NSFW,Modern AU, Breathe play, Tattooed!Dabi (only arms), degrading, manhandling

Synopsis:You and Dabi try out a kink of his that you always been caution about but now seems like the perfect for you to yes

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Dabi always wanted to try breath play with you, the idea of him controlling your breathing as he fucks you oblivious.

“Y/N where are you?” Dabi shouts his voice low and raspy, he walks into the living room to see you on the couch bundled up with two blankets and some random halloween movie playing. “In here,” you mumble, never taking your eyes off the movie.

Dabi walks in the living room shirtless and in grey sweatpants, he sits next to you on the couch with his tattoos on full display. He watches you as you watch the movie, your eyes glued to the screen as Dabi runs his calloused hand up and down your back, “May I help you.” Pausing the movie you look at your boyfriend with a smile on your face as he looks at you with a smirk.

“Baby, ‘member that thing we talked about a couple weeks ago,” he asks scooting a bit closer to you “We talk about a lot of things, be more specific.” Giggling at him you fix the blanket so it lays on the both of you moving your head to fall on his shoulders as he speaks, “The kink I wanted to try with you but you said to wait, I wanna try it today” looking up at him as the words leave his mouth you recall the conversation you had with him.

“Y/N I want to try breath play with you, it would be so fun baby,” Dabi whispers into your ear, his hands on your waist and his head resting on your shoulder, “Ask me again later I’m not ready yet.”

Lifting your head from his shoulder you turn to face him properly as the words that are going to come out of your mouth you need to make sure he can hear you well. “Yes I’ll try it with you,” you throw the blanket off of you and Dabi, the blanket falling to the floor, as you reach for your shirt and pulling it off.

“Slow down baby, I’m right here.” Dabi chuckles, grabbing you by the neck, squeezing it just a bit and pulling you to his lap, “No pants baby,” he looks down to your lap seeing your cute underwear. “What a slut you were hoping for this huh,” he teases you knowing that you get so wet from him degrading you.

Your breath hitches as Dabi squeezes your neck a bit harder probably leaving a bruise behind, “Want me to fuck this slutty cunt Y/N,” Dabi leans in to kiss your lips making your lungs burn with passion as your breath gets taking away.

Dabi takes his hand from your throat as he continues to kiss you, until you pull away panting as your lungs feel cold, “You like it Y/N?”

“Mhm” nodding your head as you continue to catch your breath, “Good.” Dabi pulls his hard cock from its restraints, his cock slaps against his stomach then stands up tall and proud, his tip leaking pebbles of pre-cum. He moves your panties to the side shoving his dick into your dripping hole with no warning, “Dabi” you yelp as his cock thrusts up into, the feeling of pain and pleasure fills your core.

Dabi fixes himself with your face into his shoulders as his hands grips your waist, “Dabi do it again,” you motion him to your neck as you look at his eyes, “Of course,” Dabi grabs your neck once again squeezing hard enough to for you to turn a shade darker. Dabi’s cock thrust up into your cunt the sound of wet squelching noises fills the living room, “Fuck you feel so good,” his groans makes you squeeze around his cock your pussy spasming as you cum on his cock.

“Shit baby you came already,” shocked by your early orgasm Dabi cums from your cunt compulsing around him, Dabi continues to fuck up into your hole his hand keaving your neck as his cum leaks from your hole and onto his pants. “Feel so good I can’t stop baby,” “Then don’t.”

©Bella2023

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hwaitham · 7 months

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𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

hatori sohma x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. established relationship ﾉ soff' sex ﾉ reader is rather clingy :3 ﾉ praise + sweet hatori + u're both so in love with each other n' this whole thing is so cheesy n' prosy um ! ! ! ﾉ the sohma curse hasn't been broken yet in this fic ﾉ vry slight infantilization ﾉ petnames ﾉ foreplay heavy ﾉ finger sucking bcos ! ! oooo ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

you are tired, tired. you are very tired.

even with your eyes closed and head laying in a pool of moonlight, you cannot find it within yourself to sleep.

because he is not here—your hatori. it’s hard to fall into a peaceful slumber without being wished a goodnight by him; you must be tucked in, fluffy quilt pulled up to your chin and his thumb smoothing over the lift of your cheeks before your eyelids are kissed so you’re blessed with nothing but the sweetest dreams of you and him.

alas, he isn’t here. so you do what you can when you’re cold and alone in his bed; through heavy half-blinks, you watch the snowfall outside the bedroom window, dusting the branches of the old oak tree in the garden and piling up on the sill.

you’ll have to ask hatori when he comes home whether he would join you in playing in it tomorrow, building a snowman like you did two winters ago when he confessed his love for you.

(you placed his stethoscope around the neck of packed snow, his glasses over the pebbled eyes, pulled him out of his office by the sleeve of his doctor’s coat—hatori, doesn't this snowman look like you? he'd realized it seemingly doesn’t take much for him to fall.)

you smile thinking of that time, dream of all the times to come, happy and sad and everything in between. you wait and wait some more, and just as the throbbing in your chest starts to become a bit too unbearable, the smells of tobacco and mint begin to shroud your senses until all can feel is the fluttering breeze of calming fingertips breathe occasional kisses on your spine.

the sudden heat that cuts through the frigid air surrounding you rattles you awake, sends goosebumps down your legs and flushes your limbs full of light—it fills the gaping hole in your heart, the one that aches for him, the one that can only be healed by him.

“hatori?”

before the heels of your palms can find your eyes to scrub out the sleep from them, they’re taken a hold of by a larger hand—pruned fingertips squeezing gently, soothingly down on your wrist. “i’m here.”

“you’re here,” you whisper, smile drowsily when you hear your lover’s voice over the hot shell of your ear, his words followed by a lingering kiss.

“go back to sleep, dear.”

“uh huh…”

you’re too tired to tell him you weren’t exactly sleeping in the first place.

disregarding his qualms, you blindly feel around for him, shuffling through the sheets and pillows until you find his shoulders—strong and broad and honey-hued as he sits before you with his torso bare, silk pyjamas hanging low on his hips.

“i missed you…”

you do everything you can but embrace him, pull him down to the bed, cling to his bicep and rub your nose along the handsome vein of his neck, feel him up entirely beneath your greedy paws. hatori is lean and defined with layers of taut muscle, but you notice he’s starting to get a bit soft around the waist; there’s the tiniest bit of fat you’re able to pinch between your thumb and index finger, and you can only giggle to yourself at the fact.

you’re feeding me well.

it’s told to you silently in his barely-there smile pressed against the tresses of your hair that scatter over a pillow. when he inhales a breath, his nostrils fill with juniper and aquatic accord.

you smell like him.

you must have sprayed his cologne onto the sheets.

“missed you s’much.”

hatori laughs wistfully, shakes his head when you whine, nuzzle your forehead over his cheek in that endearing puppy-like way you do. “you missed me so much? i was only gone a few hours.”

you hum idly, sleep quickly overtaking you now that your lover is in your hold. as much of it as he can be in, at least.

his body is warm, gently warm. not searing; rather faintly, something like the moon—not distant or far away, but a soft glow. light full of memory and promise and it’s beautiful. it’s the light of the celestial body that shines brightest in your sky, and it’s in every brush of his fingers over your skin, every strand of hair that tickles your nose where he creates a corner in heaven just for you.

your hands curl into the silky onyx that sweep over the nape of his neck—it’s the slightest bit damp, you notice; pearls of water from the snowflakes that have melted over his skin. with one deep inhale from where your face hides in the shallow space between his neck and shoulder, you smell your body wash on him through his musk, and your lips stretch into a lazy smile.

it’s a feminine, delectably sugary scent, but hatori doesn’t care.

he doesn’t think there’s anything in this world that drives such a primal part of him than the fact that you two smell like each other, that anyone can smell you on him—him on you, and that from it they will know you belong to each other.

“still feels like forever when you’re away from me,” it comes out as a quiet slur of words, one that hatori can barely hear from where you burrow as deep as you possibly can into his skin. he smiles wide at your sleepy thoughts, true thoughts; he loves when you get like this, clingy and needy and seemingly wanting him to melt into you and flow through your veins, as if feeling him skin-to-skin simply isn’t enough.

“forever, huh?”

“mhm,” you whisper, voice sweet and muffled and hinted with the most minuscule amount of coy innocence (he has no issue picking up on it) as you lean your chin on the sharp blade of his shoulder, hug his arm close to your chest in an attempt to soak up the silver-dewed warmth that radiates off him like a sponge until it saturates you fully. “i love you…”

“and i love you.” hatori lowers his face until it’s level with yours, easing you into submission with a graze of his mouth over your brow, your cheek, your jaw and finally your lips. his teasing ministrations don’t match his voice—breathless and full of yearning and hunger—almost like your assertions are enough to leave his lungs bereft of oxygen.

“but i love you more, i swear it!” with a petulant whine, you grapple at his pinky as if to make a promise on it, wrapping your fingers around the larger digit and shaking it around with as much strength as your sleep-laden self can muster.

“oh, you child.”

he blushes deeply, heart beating in double time at the endearing, rather infantile way you seem to act with him when you’re all worn down from the labours of your afternoon and in need of him, his touch, his love.

then you’re wrapping your legs around a sinewy thigh, kneading your balled fists weakly into his traps, and then he’s grabbing your sea horse plushie to stuff in the steadily closing gap between your chests, lest he turn into one himself when he inevitably gets lost in the throes of intimacy that creep up his spine. “careful, now…”

“love you more than anything, hatori.”

and it’s the way you say it—so sincerely, like you’re feeding him a piece of your soul, like you know just your heart alone will leave him unsatiated—that makes the moon no longer shine. it makes him crack at the surface and burst into fragments of rock, diamond flares scattering like comets across the sky for the world to wish upon.

(but there’s really only one wish he would ever truly grant.)

“i mean it, and it’s true…”

you reach up to press a palm in the divot between his pecs, where his heart lays shielded beneath the ribs that you’ve squeezed your way through and built a home—for him and for you. the sudden onslaught of affection has him flushing with a tender heat, bottom lip pulled in between teeth and lilted up into a shy smile, cheeks tingling with gold.

“‘tori… i wanna kiss…”

“just one, okay? and then straight back to bed.”

“mhm, just one, promise i’ll be good—wanna be good for you.” and that’s all it takes for hatori to be certain that one kiss is bound to become one thousand—the desperation in your voice and the legs that wrap around his thigh tighter and oh.

you’re soaked.

he can feel the sticky dampness through the thick flannel of your pyjama pants, from the crotch where you try to rock your hips over his leg, from the insides of your thighs; you’re dripping slick down your legs and your knee slides along his clothed cock and his head spins, resolve falters.

so, hatori does the only thing he can do when he can’t calm his racing heart, and he kisses you without any reservations.

every kiss to your lips feels like it’s the first— where adoration streams from your fingers as you dip them into the hollows of his clavicle, where he feels a lump just beneath that works its way up to his mouth and stuffs it full of cotton; it’s staggering when you cling to him like this, loving him so tenderly, feeding your heart to him pure and raw with a silver spoon.

“wan’ more…” you’re pleading against his lips as soon as he removes them from your own, gaze drawn to the string of spit that tethers him to you.

“whatever happened to ‘being good’?” your lover’s voice is dripping mirth; it’s low and teasing and gentle and it makes your chest burn with so much love; you swear you’d do anything for him, everything to keep him tangled up with you like this until the end of forever.

“just a couple more kisses, please? else i’ll die.”

and you’re looking up at him with these eyes—wobbly tears dewing on your lashes and pupils blown to the heavens and teeming with equal measures of love and lust—you’re looking up at him like he’s hand-painted each star in the sky, like he’s superlunary.

you really think you’d die without him.

and you’re just so fucking cute begging for him like this, with your heart tangled in your throat as silent words bubble and spill over your pouty lips. even after all this time of being together, hatori doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feeling of being so wanted, so cared for, so purely and innocently loved by you.

“well, i wouldn’t be a very good doctor if i let someone die on me, now, would i?”

“hatoriii…”

“shh, let me put you to sleep, my love.”

you nod and hum in admission, curling your fingers tighter into the plushie that joins you to him, shying into the wide neck of your—his—sleep shirt you have on when you hear the lilt in his voice; it’s soft, airy, dreamy, and he moves to hover over you before slipping two warm fingers into your pyjamas.

his touch is so gentle, treating you like fine porcelain—and his touch is so slow, so cautious, like he’s afraid that you’re nothing but some figment of the imagination he’s lost to his childhood, the sweetest of fairytale dreams, one that he doesn’t ever want to wake up from.

he tugs the flannel past your hips, past your knees and calves and ankles, dancing his lips over your sensitive skin as he kisses the crenulated imprint left by the waistband, right atop the delicate satin trim and dainty bow of your now exposed panties.

sweet and pink and patterned with ditsy daisies, three layers of frills adorning each of the legholes.

it’s his favourite set that you own.

(you very well know of this fact.)

“naughty, naughty… were you planning this?,” hatori coos at you—darling girl, beautiful you. he noses along the outline of your puffy folds, swallowing a quiet growl when your scent invades all his senses, when he feels the arousal dribbling down the insides of your thigh cool and dampen his cheeks. “i suppose you really can’t fall asleep without a little assistance, hm?”

it’s not as if he expected anything less.

he leans in to tap to your clit through the fabric, falling lightheaded at how it’s already so swollen, at how your cunt is already drooling, at how you’re already whining and whimpering so greedily, at how it’s all for him.

looks like someone’s really been missing me. he tucks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to slip them to the side, exposing yourself to him. i know, baby, i know. webs of slick shine against the moonlight coming from outside the windowpane, and hatori’s throat tingles as he dips his tongue into your hole—tasting you, savouring you—saliva spilling over his teeth that he lets dribble out on top of your cunt. shh, it’s okay, ‘m here, gonna take real good care of you, alright? he finally gives your clit a sloppy kiss hello.

“‘tori, ‘s embarrassing—o-oh, hahhh…” the words tangle in your throat and dissipate into the cold air of the bedroom as you try to register how he speaks to you, to your sex. lewdly and unabashedly and coaxing and through the hazy cloud of lust that fills your mind you wonder whether hatori’s been reading his cousin’s rather… erotic novels out of your gaze.

because wherever did he learn to talk like that?

“just want to make you feel good,” he hums, moves back up so that he’s level with your face again and can kiss you, make you taste yourself on him. with his free hand not cradling the crown of your head, hatori clumsily tugs his pyjamas and briefs down to his knees, letting his swollen cock slap up against his abdomen before he takes a hold of it and glides it along your slit. “fuck, sweetheart…”

hatori is of mint and tobacco when he turns his head down and breathes over your lips to look at where his tip oozes hot pre over your sensitive nub, at where your weeping hole furls desperately around nothing; it’s a silent plea to feel him inside you.

“hatori, please—wanna—i-insiiide,” you whine and protest, sink your head deeper into your pillow and dig faint bruises into his biceps with your fingertips.

“patience,” he chides, and then he chuckles, low and hearty and dripping ardour and disbelief, for how did he attain the unattainable?

your smile, your heart, your flesh, a love so tangible that just feeling you against him in this capacity is enough to make him forget the nightmare of a curse he’d been born into, even if only for a brief moment.

his palm smoothes over your hair as he grinds his cock hard into your folds and your back arches off the bed instinctively, soft little sounds spewing from your lips that only serve to heat up the coil curling around his heart. “love you, love you, i love…”

he pacifies your babbles with lingering kisses over your neck, your sternum, your lips—and i love you—it drips like molasses over your tongue and settles into your lungs; you’re left choking on the pleas that come tumbling up your throat, legs itching to wrap around his waist and pull him closer, but you can’t. instead, you whine and writhe under him, voice pitchy and petulant.

“want you, need you, please, please, hatori?”

the sounds you make are the prettiest on the earth, hatori is sure of this much. it makes him shiver almost uncontrollably, stokes the embers in his belly until he’s swallowed up in your flame of blue.

“you—h-hah, c’mere, you—“

hatori devours you, staining your lips with his saliva, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue until the clash of teeth-on-teeth rings louder than your broken moans. and his love is heavy, your spine throbs at the weight, but it’s nothing short of comfortable.

warm, and familiar—the hand that tethers to yours is the same hand that massages balm into your muscles after the day comes to a close, the mouth that lays hushed praise over your brow is the same mouth that makes you smile and laugh and cry tears of joy and pleasure; it’s the same mouth you feed your heart to.

“hatori!” you’re wailing out his name when his cock catches onto your neglected clit, a searing throb working its way up to the apex of your thighs that makes you scrabble at his chest, ignoring the plushie in between that separates you from him. “pretty please…”

it’s easy to get him to fold like this, in the way you plead him with such broken desperation, wilted like a flower. it’s easy when you look up at him like he’s some deity, tears threatening to spill over your lashes and brows strained with need. he hasn’t prepped you nearly as much as you need to be able to accommodate his size, but he’s almost convinced your greed is enough to make up for the lack of it. and so, he runs the leaking tip of his cock up and down your folds once, twice, three times—each stroke punctuated with a kiss to the swell of your breasts.

“it’s alright, sweetheart, shh. i’ve got you,” he huffs out a gruff expletive when he begins to stretch you out with the flushed head of his cock, your walls hungry as they clamp down around him.

you feel the pain of his girth splitting you open as a dull ache, one that wraps around your tummy and inches down to your core—it’s a slow spreading fire, one you don’t even realize has a hold of you until hatori bottoms out and grinds his pubic bone down on your clit to dissolve the pain.

your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure, jaw falling slack and saliva building at the tip of your tongue—everything feels so good like this: with the warmth radiating from his cock through your fluttering walls and you’re just so full of him and fuck, it’s perfect.

“hah—it’s a tight fit, isn’t it?” hatori’s voice is a gentle croon, low and handsome and silky and reassuring; the love he slathers you in has you sucking him in further, further, as deep as you think you’ve ever felt him.

“hatori, oh, god,” you hiccup on a sweet sob, voice stuffy as you bite down on your plushie and hitch your legs higher up on the sides of his waist, careful not to lock your ankles around him in an embrace. “s’deep—hic! p-please, need you to move…”

“it’s okay, i’m not going anywhere.” he kisses your forehead and pushes into you languidly, almost lazy with his movements as he draws back and forth, back and forth. his rhythm is steady and his cock only barely leaves the sponge of your cervix before he buries himself deep again, so deep you swear you can feel him in your womb.

words catch on the tip of your tongue and they spill as sweet mumbles. it’s cute; you’re so cute, with the tiny nods of your head, brows knit as you attempt to hold off on cumming prematurely, toes curling into the dimples at the bottom of his back and whimpering into your drool-soaked stuffed animal.

and then he angles his thrusts that way— the way that has the head of his cock gliding over your g-spot until he can hear the lewd squelch, squelch, squelch that comes with his ministrations. it makes you squeal, kick your feet and squeeze your eyes shut impossibly tight from how good it feels.

“right there, hm?” hatori tosses his head back to exhale, making a sound where a curt laugh meets a shaky moan, before leaning down to gently knock his nose over yours.

“’t-tori…” it’s a struggle to open your eyes under the weight of sticky tears that cling to your lashes, but you manage to do so anyway, pushing his fringe out of his face with weak fingers and tucking strands of charcoal behind his ears to see all of him.

he’s so beautiful, your hatori.

and you think he sounds just as beautiful with those low, drawn-out moans that simmer off into garbled growls; these are the sounds that make your stomach pulse with the need for more, a warning that just a little more is all you need to unravel. they have you sinking into the bed, caged by his arms and broad frame, your walls moulding to the shape of him, flushing the skin of your entire body with the intensity of the warmth that comes with being so in love.

“a-ah!” your whole body wracks with trembles when his thrusts turn from shallow to deep again, his leaky head swivelling against your cervix and, fuck, you’re already so close—with his thumb drawing lazy hearts over your clit and his strokes long and slow and angled so perfectly against the one spot that has you coating the base of his cock with thick cream.

“hatori, hatori, w-wanna—i wan’—”

your arms move up to drape over his shoulders, but hatori is quick to pin them down next to your head, painfully reminding you of what you don’t have—can’t have. “i know, f-fuck, i know, baby… one day, okay?”

his head falls into your neck and he moans; it’s loud and erotic and your innocent begging makes his heart feel all gooey—soft and pliable as he spills it into your palms, as if it’s yours to keep, yours to hold, yours to treasure forever—and it is, because there’s no one else, will be no one else that can make him feel the way he does quite like you do. god, he loves you.

“o-okay,” you hiccup and sob, from pleasure and pain and the multitudes of emotions in between, you listen to him despite your heart screaming at you, because, “i just, just wanna be good for you, wanna be your everything, ‘tori!”

you are, you’re so good to me, you’re perfect, i love you— he wants to say; you are my everything and i’d give you everything, i love you more than anything in this wretched world—he wants to tell you but he can’t because your timid admission knocks the air out of his lungs, and hatori thinks you don’t realize just how sweet you’re being to him, for him.

and so, he kisses you, slowly and in time with the gentle rock of his hips, feeding you unspoken words that you digest and make a home of in the pit of your soul. it flushes your entire being with light, it collects and swirls around in your head until you find yourself in a haze, drunk on the heat that pulses through you with every grind of his cock into your cunt.

everything is so hot, so cold—the sweat that drips down the backs of your thighs, the breath of your panting against the fingers hatori traces your lips with—everything is just so hot and cold and everything feels so good; you’re knocked out of the present world and somewhere in a haven of white and purple where all you can see, all you can feel is him.

what you wouldn’t give to hold him just a little closer and stay like this forever.

the two digits rubbing over the swell of your bottom lip to collect the spit that’s been sitting there is what brings you back down to earth, and you all but lick meekly at the tips, take both index and middle fingers into your mouth and suck like a good girl.

“you want my fingers?” he groans at the tiny little nods you give him, fresh tears arising that push old ones down your cheeks. his heart pounds wildly against the cage of his ribs. “needy little thing…”

hatori isn’t fucking you fast, but he’s fucking you good—so, so good that it drains all the thought from your head until all you can think about is him—the slow, deep strokes where the head of his cock firmly pokes and prods at the spot that makes you gush, the digits pressing down on your tongue that you drool over, the mindless praise that streams from his lips; precious, precious girl—fuck, you feel so tight—so good to me, aren’t you? my good girl.

his words feel like liquid moonlight— softy glowing, and sweet, and sincere, and you can’t help but drink up every last drop. it fills your tummy with some sort of orb of light, one that has your toes curling into the sheets and fingers wrapping around his forearm tighter; you pull him closer, closer, until the plushie between you digs into your ribs and his nose sweeps over yours with so much delicate affection and all you see and feel is him.

“h-hatori… in my tummy, f-feel you there, feel you everywhere.”

“feel me right here, huh?” he draws his hips back, pulling out of you almost fully before pushing back, slowly, agonizingly—but it feels amazing, so amazing—the swollen head of his cock splitting you, tight against the silkiness of your walls, flush against the sponge of your cervix as he presses himself as deep as he can into you, pushing a palm gently down on your navel. “you want it in your tummy, don’t you? can’t sleep unless you’re full of it, i know…”

it all becomes so much, too much, the wet slaps of his skin against yours, his words, his cockhead spilling pre over your walls and rubbing into the spots that have you stumbling over your breath. you cum without warning, crying out into the column of his neck like the little sweetheart of his that you are, fingers clutching at the thick strands of hair that curl around his neck, your cunt squeezing impossibly tight around him, like it loves him.

and, oh, hatori feels it. the love, isolated and purified from the roots of your soul as you feed it to him on your tongue through mumbles and babbles of incoherent words.

regardless, he knows what you mean.

the heat builds and builds and builds at his core, and then the coil fit to snap finally does. he shatters into silver specks as the rapid spasms of your cunt milk him dry—leave him starry-eyed and dizzy as he shoots rope after rope of thick cum into your womb, his cock twitching inside you from the aftershocks of a mind-blowing orgasm.

“fuck, i love you—so much.” hatori huffs it out as a whine before he engulfs you in a bruising kiss, one that you’re almost positive is bound to leave a mark that will last until your next life, and the ones after that.

and it’s overwhelming, so overwhelming—the warmth of his seed oozing thick into you and the burn of the tingles that follow in the path of his touch—you think nothing else in this world and any other can make you feel quite the way he can. you’re certain of it.

“and you’re so pretty…” he continues to lay his praise on you, pressing his lips to your temple as he regains his bearings and looks down to your face.

spit-slicked lips and lazy blinks and slurred little iloveyous tumble from your mouth in half-whispers. even in your disarray you are nothing short of beautiful, other-worldly, hatori thinks. each slow flutter of your lashes is a sweep of the stars you dust into a pile of warmth at his feet; he curls his toes into them and kisses you and it flushes him with so much love, light, feelings he hadn't thought he'd ever be able to experience. he smoothes your hair down and moves to embrace your near sleeping frame—but then he remembers.

he’s reminded by the sweat-soaked plushie pressed against his chest and yours, reminded by how your arms lay free by the sides of your head, your ankles that don’t lock around his waist.

“look, ‘tori… ’s still snowing outside…” you yawn, avert his attention, nuzzle into his palm and point to the window, powdery snow finding rest on the sill, the moon’s light shining through and casting calm, steady falling shadows onto the two of you. “perhaps… we could… make...” you drift off before you have a chance to finish your question, and hatori smiles, endeared.

silly girl.

and then remembers. why he doesn’t resent the sohma curse, at least, not in the same capacity he once had. because he loves you like a child—freely, purely, without having to think.

and soon, soon, he’ll be able to hold you like a lover—he feels it in each passing day, his bond growing weaker, the rope snapping each individual thread at a time, thinning whenever he spares even the tiniest of glances at you and you call him by his name in that sweet, sweet voice of yours.

the owner of his glowing heart.

“yes, we should make a snowman tomorrow, dear.”

soon.

#𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓ ෆ #hatori sohma x reader #hatori sohma smut #fruits basket smut #fruba x reader #furuba x reader #fruba smut #hatori sohma fics #hatori sohma imagines #hatori sohma x you #hatori sohma x y/n #dr hatori sohma protector of my heart keeper of my soul > O < ! ! i lov him sooo much goodnight

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freya-fallen · 1 year

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Okay, but obsessive Compress... something about this man screams obsessive lover to me.

Imagine him, this perfect gentleman who always brings flowers on your dates. After all, he's a magician. Presenting you with lovely blooms is the least of his tricks.

He's one of the few LOV members who maintains anonymity for a long period of time. He is always masked, so when you meet him, of course you have no idea what he does (other than being a magician, which he's happy to share).

He'll keep you a secret from the other villains lest they develop an interest, too. He can't have Toga bleeding you or Dabi burning you. And he doesn't want to scare you away until he has you one hundred percent hooked.

There's marriage, though that's tricky, considering you'll want to meet his family. And then there's, well, pregnancy. That's a tie not even divorce can separate.

He's just the sort of magician who can figure out a way to circumvent birth control. And then he'll want to convince you to stay home and take it easy during the pregnancy. Slowly, surely, he will encourage your dependence on him. He will take care of everything, don't you worry.

And by the time you find out who he is, it's too late.

#mr compress #atsuhiro sako x reader #mr compress x reader #lov #league of villains #darkfic #pregnancy #yandere imaginings #yandere compress #manipulation

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incorrect-league-of-villains · 1 year

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Dabi: We're going to ask you some basic questions to test your heroic capabilities, Hawks.

Hawks: …alright. Shoot.

Dabi: What's one plus one?

Hawks: Two.

Dabi: What color is the sky?

Hawks: Blue.

Toga: What color are Dabi's eyes?

Hawks: Cerulean- I mean, uh, what?

Toga: If you could take Dabi anywhere on a date, where would you take him?

Hawks: I'm sorry, is this part of the experiment?

Dabi: It is now, yes. Please answer the question. And keep in mind, we can see inside your brain. Technology and all.

Hawks: Uh…to a KFC, I guess?

Toga: Predictable but acceptable. Next question! You are into Dabi.

Hawks: That's…not a question.

Toga: So you agree! It's a fact. Next question is for Dabi. Dabi, are you annoyed at Hawks for waiting so long to ask you out?

Dabi: Yeah, I am.

Toga: Hawks, same question for you. Are you annoyed at yourself for waiting so long to ask out Dabi? I mean, I'm annoyed with you, and I've only known you for three weeks.

Hawks: Yes, I am obviously very annoyed with myself. Can I leave now?

Toga: No, you can't. It'll ruin the science. There's only one question left, and you got to ask it, Hawks.

Hawks: …Dabi, would you like to have dinner with me?

Dabi: Wow. That is highly inappropriate.

Hawks: Oh-

Dabi: I’m kidding. Yeah, I would.

#incorrect lov #i imagine hawks walked into toga and dabi sitting on the couch denji-power style with the glasses and stuff #and he was like alright time for incredible bullshit i guess #toga: wow your heroic capabilities are top notch!!#hawks: shut the fuck up that was the most embarrassing way anyone's ever forced me to ask out someone #dabi: you've asked out other people??#toga: people have forced you to ask out other people??#hawks: well no they havent #hawks: but like. i imagine this would be the most embarrassing way it could happen #hawks: were you jealous dabi #dabi: no #toga: yes #dabihawks #bnha hawks #takami keigo #dabi #himiko toga

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 4 months

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After a girls night with Maliksi ~

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi and Makisig - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

Genre: Fluff

THIS WILL BE SHORT GUYSSS, BUT IT'S SO FLUFFY HEHEHE

"We're borrowing Y/n!"

A group of Makisig's ladies suddenly barged into your room giggling before dragging you away from Maliksi who has his head resting on your lap a few seconds ago.

"C'mon! Y'all just had a sleep over last week!" Maliksi protested as he sat back up with a frown on his face.

"It's girls night! You can have your Kuya Maki, he's already setting up your games in the living room." One of the girls said before tossing Maliksi a whole bag of MM's.

"Tch. I'll pick Y/n up at 9pm."

"What is she, a teenager?" The lady sighed and rolled her eyes before tossing Maliksi another bag of chocolate.

"Okay, make that 11pm."

"Bunso, can't you stay still?" Makisig softly chuckled as he noticed how Maliksi is just restless while they both play videogames. The younger tamawo just grumbled after being KO'd in the game once again.

"Pfft. Please don't tell me you can't concentrate when Y/n is not beside you." Makisig liked teasing his lil brother. It's funny to see him scrunch his face in an attempt to find the perfect excuse-

"Maybe."

Makisig's eyes widen before he broke out in soft laughter as he ruffles Maliksi's hair. Never in a hundred years did he expect his younger brother to be acting like this towards a human.

"Oh, did my girls asked you properly before taking Y/n away?"

"Huh? What do you mean properly?"

"They didn't tell you that they'll be drinking? One of them requested for some liquor so they can have a little party tonight."

"What? No! They didn't tell me-"

Before Maliksi can continue what he was saying, Makisig's phone notification lit up. It was one of the girls sending him a message:

"We can hear your lil brother's voice in here. Y/n is fine."

Attached to the message is a short video of Y/n giggling with the other ladies- her face is all cutely flushed from being slightly drunk and her eyes slightly half lidded.

She's adorable.

Maliksi can feel his face heating up and his ears turning red upon seeing the video. "Kuya, can you send that to me? Pleaseee?"

Makisig just ended up laughing as he sends the video to his younger brother.

The two brothers continued playing for hours before one of the girls approached them. "Y/n fell asleep. She can spend the night with us-"

"No. I'm taking her back."

Without missing a beat, Maliksi was already standing on his feet and walking towards the room, spotting you curled up in the couch right away. He walked straight towards you, brushing your hair away from your face before gently lifting you up in his arms and carrying you. "Come on, beautiful. Time for bed."

You smiled at him before nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he carries you to your bedroom. Maliksi softly chuckled at the gesture, finding it utterly cute.

He gently put you down on the bed before grabbing a wet towel and some change of clothes. Maliksi started taking off your clothes, pressing a kiss on your bare shoulders as he started wiping your body off with the towel.

"Lift your hair up for me." Maliksi softly said as he wipes around your neck and chest. "There we go."

"Thank you." You softly whispered while trying to sit still as possible. Once you were feeling much more comfortable, Maliksi helped you slip into your pajamas. "How are you feeling? Not too dizzy?"

"Hmm. Sleepyyy~"

Maliksi softly chuckled. "I can see that, Y/n. Let's sleep."

He turned off the lights before pulling you under the covers and wrapping his arms around your body. You snuggled closer to him, burying your face into his chest. "Goodnight, Maliksi."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz that's their OC, Maliksi the Tamawo. Please support them <3

SERVING MALIKSI FLUFF AT FREAKIN' 1AM COZ YYY NOT? HEHE~

#planet puto #philmytcrea #planetputo #rp tamawo #maliksithetamawo #rp maliksi #writers on tumblr #ianewrites #I LOV HIM SO MUCH #IMAGINE BEING LOVED BY HIM #NO #IMAGINE ITTTTT

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