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katbakubae · 11 months

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Summary: You meet a man when you stepped out for a cigarette. He intrigues you, and doesn’t seem to care that you don’t have a quirk…well, he doesn’t seem to care about anything. All he did was ask for a cigarette.

NSFW Dabixchubbyfem!Reader (she/her used as opposed to you)

Words: 4k

No beta. Forgive any idiocy you see.

This is my self-indulgent shit I quite honestly wrote for myself, but decided to share it 💜

Part 1 of ?

CW: Smoking, language, reader is quirkless,(eventual) smut, blood, rough sex, dub-con, non-con elements, 18+, arson, obsessive behavior, stalking, threats, mental health issues, murder, gore, alcohol, breeding kink, dry humping, oral (both), vaginal penetration, praise, degradation, dacryphilia, slight age-gap (6 years. Reader is 18 and Dabi is 24.)

She leaned against the building, her head laying against the brick as she took another drag.

The world was so fucked up. So what? She was quirkless. She was still fucking human, though no one cared about that. All they cared about was that she couldn’t make her body gummy (seriously? That was dumb anyway) or freeze shit with her hands. She wished she had a quirk. Of course she did. But it didn’t help to sit around and wish for something that just wasn’t achievable.

“Can I get one of those?”

She gasped in alarm, her head whipping around as she tried not to gape at the owner of the deep voice. His skin was heavily scarred and stapled, his bright blue eyes boring into her with a neutral expression as she tried to hide her alarm at his appearance. She didn’t want to be rude.

“O-oh! Absolutely,” she said quickly, reaching in her bag and pulling out the pack and lighter, holding it out to him. He smirked, her heart jumping at the surprising sight of his perfect teeth.

“Thanks,” he said in a gravely voice, pulling one out and handing the pack and lighter back with a long fingered hand. His hands were large and normal looking, but staples were around his wrist, holding scarred skin to healthy skin. She hesitantly took it, being careful not to touch him and getting ready to tell him he didn’t light it when he raised two fingers to the end of the cigarette. They were instantly covered in blue flames, making her eyes widen for moments before her eyes trailed over his spiky black hair and down his body.

He was tall, thin, and in a very weird way, he was kind of…handsome. She knew that if his heavy scarring wasn’t present, it was very likely he’d be quite the heartthrob. He was wearing what appeared to be a trenchcoat, a white shirt, black pants and boots. Staples held together damaged skin to healthy skin in various places on his body, including the lower part of his face. She observed the piercings in his nose and the staples under his intense eyes.

Her eyes trailed up, flushing when she saw he was quietly observing her observing him. She hoped he didn’t think her rude, but he had to know he was interesting to look at. She expected him to walk away after getting his cigarette, but to her surprise, he leaned against the opposite wall in the alley. She swallowed thickly as he quietly looked at her, taking a deep drag.

“Names Dabi,” he offered in a deep voice, his eyes moving over her face as she felt the tension leave her at his polite introduction.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” she offered kindly, giving him a small smile that seemed to surprise him slightly. However, he didn’t show it past a slight quirk of his brow. “It’s nice to meet you, Dabi.”

He gave a small smirk that slightly made her heart jump. Was she seriously a little attracted to this dude? If so, she was seriously taking her “bad boy” fondness way too fucking far.

“You seemed like you were having a rough day,” he offered blandly, taking another hit as you flushed again and shifted. She was under no delusions this dude actually cared, but he seemed bored and it began to feel like she was just something to pass the time. She wasn’t sure how she knew that, but she just did.

“Oh, uh, yeah…” she chuckled, trailing off. “Just…high school shit. I don’t think you’d find it very important or interesting.” She smiled bitterly, seeing him cock an eyebrow.

“I can be the judge of that,” he immediately said, finishing his cigarette and flicking it to the side. He shoved his hands in his pockets and raised a challenging brow at her surprised expression.

“Just…” she shifted, scratching her cheek as her heart beat uncomfortably. “There’s a few others giving me a hard time because…” she trailed off, feeling embarrassed and looking down at the ground. “…because I’m quirkless.” She finished in a mutter, biting her lip and waiting for the scoff of disgust that never came.

“…So?”

Her head shot up at his almost bored tone, and sure enough, he was looking at her with a neutral expression. His dark head was tilted as he observed her quietly and calculatingly.

“I…thanks,” she said awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head.

“You’re thanking me for saying ‘so’?” He asked slowly, his face remaining impassive, but she swore she saw amusement pass through those intense orbs.

She felt heat in her cheeks. “Oh, well…I guess I wish that was the response of my peers when I tell them I’m quirkless,” she chuckled bitterly, feeling embarrassed at what a dork he likely thought she was.

He snorted. “There’s way worse things than being quirkless,” he mused in a deep voice, pushing himself off the wall as she watched with big eyes. “You should go back inside. A young woman shouldn’t be in an alley by yourself like this.”

She swallowed thickly at his words, tossing her cigarette down and stepping on it.

“I…have to get back anyways,” she mumbled, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “It was nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you around…” she trailed off, putting her hand on the doorknob as she looked at the stranger... Dabi. It seemed like slight intrigue crossed his eyes as his head tilted slightly, looking at her as though she was some kind of oddity that he didn’t understand.

He nodded his head slightly, and turned away. She watched him walk away a little before quickly entering the school, her heart scurrying in her chest. She mildly wondered what the fuck was wrong with her. He easily accepted she was quirkless, or at the very least, didn’t care about it…then again, he didn’t seem like someone that cared about much of anything. Still, she felt flattered by him? He looked dangerous, and with that fire quirk, he likely was. It occurred to her that the damaged skin was likely from his own quirk burning him.

She winced, unable to imagine the amount of pain he was likely in. How did he stand it? Didn’t it always hurt? Did it hurt him every time he used his quirk?

She certainly had a lot of questions for someone she’d only met for ten minutes. To be fair, her life was a bit boring and he honestly was the most interesting thing she’d come across in a very long time. It wasn’t abnormal to see someone that would look ‘strange’ to society, but she’d never seen someone that looked like him. Part of her wondered how he was even alive.

She found herself in the alley multiple times over the next week, playing with her zippo lighter and smoking a cigarette, wondering if the mysterious man would make another appearance. It had probably been a fluke that he’d been there.

A few weeks passed and she’d essentially given up on seeing him again. She tucked her cigarette in her mouth as she leaned against the wall, reaching under her plaid school skirt to adjust her thigh high stockings.

“Hmm, what did I say about being in alleys by yourself?”

She jumped in alarm at the deep, sly voice, almost dropping her cigarette as she looked over to see him leaning against the brick wall. Her face heated moderately when she realized that he’d seen her adjusting her stockings. However, her heart raised substantially at the sight of him, her curiosity of him springing back to life as she moved the cigarette from her mouth.

“Oh, Dabi. I was wondering if I’d see you again,” she said lightly, tucking her hair behind her ear and giving him a small smile.

His eyebrow cocked as though he was doubtful she’d thought of him again. “Is that so?” He asked after a moment's pause, his lips barely moving. “Any reason for that?”

She bit her lip for moments, averting her gaze when she saw his cerulean eyes flick down to the action.

“You’re interesting,” she blurted, internally cringing and feeling like a massive loser. God, he was going to think she was weird.

He was silent and she couldn’t bear to look at him. God, why was she so awkward?

“Do you need a cigarette?” She asked, already digging in her bag to avoid looking at him.

“How old are you?”

His sudden question in a low tone threw her off for moments as she slowly pulled the pack from her bag. He was looking at her blankly still, making it impossible for her to tell what he was thinking.

“Eighteen…” she trailed off, seeing his nostrils flare slightly in response. “How old are you?”

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head and extending his hand towards her, his eyes flicking towards the cigarette pack in her hand. She immediately handed it to him without the lighter, once again being careful not to brush his fingers. She watched as he pulled one out, lighting it with his fingers again and handing it back.

He looked at her serious for moments, the cigarette burning between his lips. It was almost as if he was debating telling her. “I’m twenty four, if it matters,” he surprised her by answering, smoke billowing from his lips.

“Why does it matter how old I am?” She asked, biting her lip as he slowly took a drag off the cigarette. Smoke billowed from his two toned lips and nose.

“I was making sure you weren’t underage,” he shrugged, taking another hit.

She chuckled, scratching her jaw and smiling. “Why? Would you confiscate my cigarettes?”

“Actually, no,” he shrugged, leaning against the wall. “I did worse shit than smoke when I was younger than you.”

She looked at him for moments, taking note of the faraway look in his eyes as he stared at the brick wall in front of him instead of her.

“What worse shit is that?” She asked curiously, almost regretting it when his eyes snapped back to her, a frown marring his face.

“If I was you, I wouldn’t get that curious about me,” he said in a low, dark voice, pushing himself off the wall and walking closer to her. Her back tensed a little, but she remained where she was as he approached. He stopped next to her, looking down at the ground as she stared at his profile, wide eyed and feeling unsure. Had she offended him? Why couldn’t she be curious about him?

“You’re a nice girl,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t talk to bastards like me.”

She stared as he immediately began walking away, her eyes wide and feeling a little sad as she watched his back disappear around the corner. Her breath left her in a rush as she fell back against the wall, frowning to herself and feeling a little disappointed that their conversation had been cut short. She didn’t think it was intentional, but he played the mystery card better than any man she’d ever seen or heard of. All he’d really done is pique her interest even more, and honestly, she needed to get a life because her mind was buzzing with the need to know more about him.

She had a feeling that he wouldn’t come back, not after that. But still, over the next few days, she still went out for a cigarette. Part of her hoped he’d show, even though it was weeks between the last two times. He seemed a little bothered that she’d asked him about himself, so she told herself that if she did see him again, she’d keep the conversation on more surface level topics.

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It had been five days since she last saw Dabi, and she began to wonder if she would again. It didn’t seem likely as she walked home from school as usual, kicking a rock with her boot and sighing to herself.

“Hey pretty lady.”

Her eyes shot up, pausing her steps as she stared at a man with long blonde hair blocking her path. She shifted backwards at his lecherous smile. Though he was quite handsome in a ruggish way, his hazel eyes were dangerous - more so than Dabi, who was physically more frightening than this man. Dabi’s eyes looked dangerous, but they lacked the glint to intend harm towards her; not like this man.

She immediately looked around, gulping when she saw she was alone on the street, her eyes narrowing when he smirked knowingly.

“Are you lost, little lamb?” He asked sinisterly, taking a step towards her.

Before she could react, a hot hand enclosed around her upper arm, ripping her back harshly with a loud gasp. She blinked rapidly as she looked at the back of Dabi’s spiked hair and dark coat. His arms burst into blue flames as he raised one threateningly.

“Get lost before I make you fuel for my fire,” he said in a low, eerily calm voice. She peeked around Dabi, seeing the guy looking like he was about to shit himself before stumbling back and running like hell as Dabi extinguished his flames.

Her heart was pounding as she stared in disbelief when Dabi turned around. He was frowning, looking over her frame for moments, but his face continued to remain neutral.

“Are you alright?”

She nodded almost dumbly at his words, her face flushing as her heart punched her rib cage. Adrenaline and flattery ran over her all at once.

“A little shook up, maybe. But I’m okay…” she forced herself to say, a small smile curling on her lips.

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Dabi’s eyes trailed over the woman, nodding his head and disliking the fucking tightening feeling in his stomach when he saw that skeev try to grab her. If she hadn’t been standing there, he would have roasted him alive.

Maybe he could find him later…He abruptly stopped that line of thinking. After all, why would he even do that? Why should he give a shit? The woman was curious, sure. She didn’t seem to be afraid of him or disgusted by his appearance. For fucks sake, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she had some sort of fucking schoolgirl crush on him.

She had flushed and unconsciously batted her pretty eyes at him. If she did, she had to be fucking insane. She was pretty and curvy looking. If he were being honest, he’d always been attracted to soft looking women. Perhaps it was because he was so rough; everything about him was harsh. But not her, no. She wasn’t remotely what he’d consider thin.

He supposed he’d never suspected a woman was genuinely attracted to him before; as much as he loathed to admit it. He knew his scarring had ruined his appearance. He was fully aware that if he’d never been burned so severely, he would be very handsome. However, that wasn’t the case. So, he avoided women. Of course, he was a man. He’d occasionally look at porn, beat one out, or take back alley whores if he felt really pent up. Generally, women were afraid of him. But she didn’t seem to be; she intrigued him with her shy smiles and nervous glances. The way she chewed on her bottom lip nervously when she spoke to him made him want to throw her down on a bed, or perhaps shove her against a wall.

He didn’t have time for this. He had goals to accomplish. He couldn’t be thinking about…pursuing some…student? Even though she was an adult, it was laughable. Those things were fleeting and unimportant. It wasn’t something he needed, and he couldn’t afford to let these thoughts take up his time.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said, seeing her pretty eyes widen in alarm, making his jaw tense slightly. “You shouldn’t be fuckin’ walking home by yourself anyway, especially quirkless.”

He almost felt bad when her eyes widened and she averted her gaze, looking down at the ground. “I…don’t have a choice,” His nostrils flared. He was smart and could read between the lines. She was either poor, or her parents were shit; maybe even both. “I’ve done it for years and this is the first time…um…”

“A rapist tried to grab you?” He asked in a bored tone, trying not to smirk when her head snapped up as she looked at him a bit horror-struck. Her inexperience was obvious, and he knew it was likely because she was quirkless. He’d never been faced with a female that intrigued him past something carnal. Now that he had, he couldn’t help it when he burned with curiosity and want.

He wanted to fuck her brains out.

Still, he’d meant what he’d said. She seemed to be a nice, young woman- untainted. She really shouldn’t waste her time speaking with him when she could go find a nice man that worked in a cafe or some shit; not an older, heavily scarred man that killed whenever he felt like it and had only ever fucked whores. Regardless, she should be more afraid of him than the man that tried to grab her. He may have been a bottom-dweller, but Dabi highly doubted he was a serial killer.

Serial killer.

His stomach twisted in pleasure when she didn’t argue and nodded, hesitantly walking while he followed. He could easily find out where she lived, but clearly, she didn’t seem to mind. Why should she? He just “saved” her after all. She didn’t need to know he’d hesitated and thought about walking away.

He wasn’t some fucking hero.

“Thank you…by the way.”

Dabi’s jaw tensed at her soft words. Part of him was reeling in shock. If he were being honest, he didn’t think he’d really been thanked for anything before - not that he’d ever really done anything to inspire someone to feel thankful towards him. Though he had ideals of what a hero should be, he had zero desire to stick his neck out for random people. What the fuck was he supposed to say to her? You’re welcome? Fuck that. He chose not to answer, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her nervousness was still there, making him watch her closely out of his peripherals. Partly from curiosity and the other part was because truth be told, he did find her appealing, though he wouldn’t tell her that. He could see the way her stockings clung to her thighs, and he couldn’t help but to imagine his rough fingers digging into her soft flesh.

He knew it would feel so fucking good.

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“So…did you just happen to be around, or were you following me or something?” She asked, half jokingly and half serious. Seriously, she’d been halfway home when he popped out of nowhere. It would have been a weird circumstance, now that she thought about it. But, perhaps her crushed-riddled, insane mind was being hopeful. Logically, she knew it was a bad sign if it were true. It wasn’t something she should be hoping for.

But she couldn’t bring herself to care.

She paused when he suddenly stopped, making her turn to look at his neutral face, her heart pounding in her chest. He was looking at her blankly, giving nothing away except for the burn of his eyes.

“Why would I follow you?” He asked in a low voice, barely moving his lips as her face warmed from the sheer heat of his cobalt eyes.

“…I don’t know. Why would you?” She replied in a low voice, seeing his brow cock slightly in amusement.

“I wouldn’t,” he said so blandly, that she had no choice but to believe him. “I just happened to be around. If you must know, I almost walked away anyway.”

Her heart stuttered in her chest, her feelings a little hurt before she reminded herself that she was a stranger to him. He wasn’t a hero. He just didn’t seem the type. If anything, she’d say he looked more like a villain, but that was unfair and judgmental of his appearance.

His cobalt eyes looked curious as he looked over her reaction; or lack of reaction. “You aren’t offended?” He asked in a gravely voice; so gravely, she wondered if his injuries to his skin extended to his voice box. His voice was so deep, especially for his lean frame.

It sent pleasurable shivers down her spine.

“No, not really,” she shrugged, scratching her cheek. “Most people don’t want to be involved, do they?”

His brows knitted immediately, his intense eyes flashing in annoyance, as though he didn’t want to hear he was like most people. She wanted to tell him he definitely wasn’t like others, but she wasn’t sure if that was equally offensive. Though she she’d never met anyone like him before.

She paused in front of her house, glancing at him nervously. Should she invite him in? He just saved her, after all.

“Would you, um, like…tea or coffee, maybe?” She asked hesitantly, twisting her hands in front of her as he looked at her blandly. Her heart was thumping, knowing he’d refuse…wouldn’t he? Was it weird that she asked?

He half-smirked, looking genuinely amused as she swallowed thickly, feeling nervous. “You want to have tea with…me?” He asked in a low voice, as though he’d never been asked something more ridiculous. He looked like he was going to refuse, or perhaps even laugh at her, but he surprised her when nodded slowly, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

She gave him a nervous smile as she fumbled with her keys, knowing it would be Monday before her mom came home. She finally opened the door, gesturing an arm out as she moved to take off her shoes. He nodded and his heavy boots stepped in the door, his bright eyes moving around her mothers sophisticated decor for moments before bending down and sliding his boots off. She took notice of his black socks as he sat the shoes next to the door, looking over at her with a cocked brow.

“Does your room look like this…stepford wife shit?” He gestured a long arm around her mothers pristine living room, making her chuckle and shake her head.

“My mom…likes everything to be perfect,” she shrugged. “I’m….” she trailed off, his eyes cutting to her as she stopped talking. But, what was she supposed to say? Unwanted because I’m not perfect? Hidden away? Her quirkless, fat daughter.

“I’m uh…not what she hoped I’d be, I guess,” she finished, feeling his eyes burning into her as his brows furrowed and he looked away.

He snorted softly. “That makes two of us, then,” he said in a deep, low voice. Her eyes widened slightly. Did he actually offer a piece of information about himself to her? Before she could linger on it, he spoke up again. “So, where’s that tea you said you were gonna make?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed as he walked further into the apartment, his black socks contrasting against the white of the carpet. “Make yourself at home and I’ll start the tea.”

She watched out of her peripherals as he slid over to the couch, falling down heavily. Her face flushed slightly when she saw him manspread, hooking his arm over the back of the couch.

Fuck, if her mother could see him on her expensive, suede couch? She’d surely have a heart attack and kick her out.

If she were being honest, the thought thrilled her. She tried to keep her eyes off of him as she boiled the water for the tea, biting back a smile when he picked up the remote, turning the living room tv on without a care in the world. Well, she did tell him to make himself at home.

She finished up the tea, putting it on a tray and bringing it in the living room, sitting it down and noting with amusement that he’d turned on a rock video music channel. Absurdly, she thought that was fitting for him, even though she didn’t know him at all.

She poured his tea, and then hers and began preparing it. She paused when she noticed he was watching her, then glanced down at his cup.

“It’s not poisoned,” she let out a bark of laughter, his cobalt eyes narrowing slightly. She had been joking, but she saw from his serious expression that she hit the nail on the head.

Just who was he to worry about his food being poisoned?

She held out her hand for his cup, and he silently handed it over to her. His blazing eyes watched intently as she clearly took a drink from his cup, handing it back to him.

He took the cup, looking down at it once more.

“What now? Afraid it has cooties?” She said with humor, his eyes flicking up to her face. A small smirk curled the corner of his mouth, her heart fluttering as he raised the cup to his lips. It pleased her as he took a few sips, his eyes trailing back to the tv.

She tried to watch too, but the object of her…thoughts…was sitting on her couch - with a manspread, of all things. God, he looked like he invented man-spreading. He had a casual elegance about him that almost didn’t fit his dark aesthetic. Up close, she could see he wasn’t nearly as thin as she initially thought. His coat had hid most of his frame, but now that he was sitting, she could somewhat see he was actually…muscular. She could see his pecs peeking through the top of his baggy, white shirt.

She swallowed thickly, looking away and towards the tv before he caught her.

She jumped almost violently when a ringing noise sounded from his jacket. She looked over at him as he sighed, sitting his cup down on the table and pulling a cell phone out of his inner coat pocket. His relaxed, neutral face became firm with irritation as he looked at the screen, tapping it and putting it to his pierced ear.

“What?” He answered rudely, his expression turning lazy as he listened, making her look down at her tea. She didn’t want to look like she was eavesdropping…should she leave the room? “None of your business - what do you want?”

She chewed her lip and sipped her tea as he fell quiet again, listening to whoever called him. By his displeasure and rudeness, she could only assume it wasn’t a girlfriend or something. It didn’t even occur to her that he could have a girlfriend. If he did, this wouldn’t be appropriate, would it? It was innocent tea, but she….

Is he married? He is twenty-four, after all.

She looked up slightly, observing his left hand that was resting on his thigh. It was devoid of any rings, and it’s not like he had an aversion to jewelry with all his ear and nose piercings…

“…Fine.”

She looked up, seeing him hang up the phone and quickly down the rest of the tea in his cup before standing, causing her to do the same. She looked at him expectantly as he looked over at her, his neutral face giving nothing away.

“I have to go,” he said simply, his voice sounding bored. He looked away, walking towards his boots near the door while she shifted. He offered no explanation; not that she expected him to.

She felt her curiosity thicken as he slid his boots on. She knew she couldn’t question him. The last time she innocently had, he’d shut down even more (if such a thing was possible). The last thing she wanted to do was push the intriguing man away more, but she couldn’t stop the question from flowing from her lips when his large hand landed on the knob of her front door.

“Will I see you again?” She blurted, seeing him freeze at the door, his back looking a little stiff as his black head whipped around. His expression gave nothing away as he gave her a disinterested stare, making her feel self-conscious.

His next words surprised her. “Do you want to see me again?” He asked in a dull tone, tilting his head slightly, a minuscule smirk curling the corner of his lips.

Her face immediately flushed, his intuitive eyes moving over her cheeks, causing her to look down at her feet like the coward she was. “I-I mean…yes?” Her confirmation came out more of a question than anything else, but it didn’t stop the embarrassment from rippling over her skin.

He was quiet for moments. She chanced looking up, seeing his eyes were squinted, his jaw ticking slightly before he sharply looked away. He stared at the wall next to the door for moments with a furrowed brow, as though he was seriously debating never seeing her again.

That was likely exactly what he was doing.

“Maybe.”

His sudden, one word reply brought her neither rejection or hope. He didn’t look at her again as he exited her house, closing the door behind him. She released a breath, letting her back hit the wall. She wrapped her arm around her stomach, the telling fluttering feeling that had been present during his entire presence still lingering.

“Fuck.”

Part 2

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sweet-honey-tears · 11 months

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🧸When They’re Dads🧸

Part two —> part one

Characters: Shoto, Izuku, Dabi x GN!Reader

I’m back! This was kinda requested… idk. I went off the rails a bit with this one. Can you tell I love making Dabi save people who have crappy lives? Cause I do…I fucking love the idea…this darker then my past Dad post. SO IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO CERTAIN TOPICS, don’t read Dabis!!! Ideas are always welcomed, I hope you enjoy.!

Warning: Talk/ mention of child abandonment

❄️ Shoto 🔥

“Hey Hello there Little one.”

“You’re beautiful”

Shoto never really saw himself as someone who would have a family. There was a lot of unaddressed trauma that seemed to make any idea of a family impossible. Yet years later, here he is. Holding his 2nd baby boy, swaddled in a baby blue blanket. And 3 years after, Shotos is holding a baby girl.

Her Small hands grasp mindlessly at long strands of red and white mixed hair.

Funnily enough, all three of your children have different colored hair and refer to your husband in different ways. And it’s honestly adorable.

“Daddy”- youngest who has your hair color and two stripes of a lighter color in the front.

“Dad or Dad-da-da”- middle which has a messy yet beautiful mix of red and white hair.

“Dad” -oldest stark white hair.

Your two boys have found their main priority to be their little sister. After a quirk incident when she was 5- her quirk formed in school- and she started to get bullied. When Shoto was about to step in, his sons did it for him. Quietly and subtly. Threatening the other children with the fact their father was a hero. And their little sister was just as powerful as him. You both do end up talking to them but still… it was fricken adorable

Shoto smiles the day he sees his two sons holding each of their sister's hands, guiding her through the pickup zone to find him.

Shoto doesn't push his kids into anything- encourage, yes.

Shoto is the kind of dad who doesn’t force his kids into any activities. He will offer the idea of his kids doing something but never force them. He will heavily encourage them when they find their passion. Acting like the proudest dad in the world when his little girl does her first solo in dance or his middle gets into the art show. It’s all a big achievement.

You know that whole middle child disappears minds thing? - yeah not a thing. Each child is even, no one is a favorite and NO ONE IS IGNORED.

You’re children know who Toya is- though they don’t really know who Dabi is. Minus that he and their father have a history. But stuff happened…

It happened slowly, the mention of ‘the man’ a walk with your daughter turned to her her talking about her day happily.

“I talked to a nice man! He has fun piercing and he kinda looked like Daddy”

You tell Shoto. Both extremely fearful.

Your middle child comes home one day with a black ring on his finger, his name- which seems to be carefully burnt into it, is written on the name.

Then your oldest, for his birthday got his ears per coed . And not soon after, a small box was left on your porch. “Sorry, I’m late kid.” A pair of white piercings rested inside.

Time passes, and you both notice how the villain Dabi seems to disappear from the news. And the visited from Touya becomes more stagnant. And a few years later, a polorde of a baby girl finds its way to your house… she wrapped in a dark purple blanket. Small horns poking out from her hair. A happy smile on her face… she’s adorable

There is little to no contact with Shotos farther.

They call Izuku- “Uncle Zoo”

🪴 Izuku 🪴

“We’re having a baby!” He starts crying- bawling really!

My man doesn’t care about gender or shit- they are getting All Might stuffy, and there are gonna be pro hero p posters in that nursery. The kid will have a room designed for them, and the minute your child says they have a new hobby, Izuku is on it. He’s buying stuff and researching. Watching videos on how to support your little boy in learning this new American sport he found. And later on, he’s sitting down watching hours upon hours of videos on hair for your little girl.

He also keeps his old hero journals, your children love to look through them. Talking as they mostly look at the pictures in the books.

“Un Might!” Your little girl yells

“Uncle All Might!”

Your children referred to All Might as their uncle almost as soon as they were born. Toshi appears at random for parties and school pick-ups whenever he can. And Izuku can’t lie, it’s fucking awesome.

Inko also is always in and out of your house- she lives rather close actually (courtesy of Izuku wanting to make sure his mother is comfortable and never lonely- she’s a god send when you both need a brake!!).

Izuku knows he can’t always be there, especially with being the new 1 one hero- so it’s no surprise for him to video call and talk to you all.

“I miss you all so much.”

“We miss you too Dad.” Oldest

“Miss ew oo!” Your baby girl babbles, her fingers grasping onto the Pro Hero Deku plushies.

Both kids own one. These are special though, there’s a little voice box built with the toys. Every time the kids squeeze the hand a little message comes out.

“I love you”

There’s a small one of him singing. Telling a short story.

Your Lock Screen is of your two kids opening up the present. Your son looks a bit confused holding up the stuffy while your daughter is already squeezing the toy and giggling. Your husband is standing nervously to the side with a hand on his neck. A somewhat worried but hopeful expression on his face. A large but sweet smile there too.

Izuku doesn’t care if his kids have quirks or not, he’ll love them unconditionally. He’s already taught them how they have a place in the world if they do or don’t have a quirk. How they are no different and just as special.

I imagine the two of you fight over your baby’s first words.

“It’s gonna be Mama/Dadda/Preference”

“No, It’s gonna be BaBa or Zoo”

And then you both look over at your baby babbling and go running over and you just hear an “Ight.” Does that count? No- you won’t count it but you look over at Izuku and this man’s eyes are stars.

“Izuku no-“

“First words”

“ZooZoo no.”

“All Might” he whispers out. And you just smile and shake your head. No, it’s not gonna count, but to Izuku it kinda does.

“Uncle Baky!”

“Unky Shoe!”

“Un’ id-E-uh”

“Auntie Ouch!”

Yes, Bakugou is considered their uncle.

🔥Toya/Dabi🔥

Dabi found your daughter in an abandoned house. Her cries led him to her. She was in the bare minimum for clothes, shivering at the cold air that burst through the broken house. Small arms swung in discomfort at the cold as Dabi approached. Your adopted daughter had small horns at the top of her head. And when her eyes caught Dabi’s, his breath left his chest. Big eyes that were a vibrant blue, almost glowing.

“Holy shit.”

Dabi leaned down and swaddled her in his coat, his quirk activating slightly to try and chase her shivering away. “Shh. Shhh. It’s okay, I got you.” His deep voice rumbled.

He’s the kind of dad that feels like he ain’t really- like it’s supposed to be. He’s like that boyfriend of a single parent- the father figure who’s always there for your kid but isn't the legal father. And when someone brings it up to him, he gets awkward and doesn’t know how to answer. But he’s there at every baseball game and there for the first breakup and graduation.

Dabi doesn’t have much to prepare him for suddenly adopting a child. But he did remember it when the others were little. Watching the adults take care of them all growing up. Watching his mother and sister.

He’s the first to wake up when your daughter starts crying at night. He is already halfway off the bed by the time you open your eyes.

“I got it, Doll.” He rumbles

You sneak into the room, finding him holding your swaddled daughter, her little hands grasping at his sleep shirt. A rumbled voice filled the air.

“The monstersare gone. He’s on the run and your daddy’s here.” His rumbled voice.

Dabi doesn’t say he can sing, he denies he can, but he can. And he only will for your daughter. No. Not even you, just for her. His voice is rough, like really gravely but calming.

He carefully rocks her, the street light illuminating the two of them just perfect to catch both their smiles.

“Beautifull, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful girl”

He trains his daughter, ensuring she can handle herself in the world. She knows basic ways to defend herself and fight back.

Dabi also take a huge step back from the villain life. The public even takes notices because of the drop.

Dabi doesn’t tell her about her Uncles or Aunts, she finds them one day.

You and your toddler were at the park. You had always had your face covered during attacks. So unlike Dabi, Shig or Toga, you can go into public with no mask or anything. Your sweet daughter was swinging, the evening sky coming to a close. That’s when it happens, you hear someone clear their throat and look up to see Shoto standing there. His eyes are on your daughter.

“Can I help you?” Your tone came off defensive.

“Mama/Pappa/preference, he looks like daddy!” Your toddler happily stated. Oblivious to the tension in the air.

“You must be Da-Toya’s partner.” You pulled your daughter from the swings, pushing behind you, eyes narrowing sharply. “Toya sent a photo a year or two back” Shoto smiles “she’s beautiful” You’re almost confused- you remember when Toya sent the picture, but still. That was years ago. “My youngest made these for you,” he reaches far into one of his pants pockets slowly, and you watch him intensely. Half ready to have your daughter run to the meeting point if this goes south. But Shoto fishes around for a secound more before smiling, apparently finding the object. He pulls out a ziplock bag of string bracelets. They’re slightly knotted together, but otherwise fine. “She made them a few months ago- when Toya dropped off a present for her… I told her I'd pass them to you if I find you.”

And that’s how unofficially-officially play dates between your daughter and Shotos three children started.

And soon, your daughter ‘magically’ met Fuyumi and Natsuo and then Rei. With Toya hidden in the background of course

@thrivingaintmything

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nothirstonmain · 6 months

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Hii👋 me again. Just saw the fanfic of my req and it was epic👍

So wondering if you could do toya, rui, freminet, and if you want: akito and lyney x gn! reader who gets bullied by girls at school bc she's half deaf and also gets her hearing aids stolen A LOT. Ty

[WAHAHA glad it was to your liking ! Time for me to flex the writing muscle again. Sorry this took so long, school and allat]

[Warnings: like OOC maybe?? Bad grasp on these goobers. Canon isn't REAL.]

♡ He doesn't really like violence. ♡ BUT. ♡ Joking ofc he wouldn't beat people up. maybe. ♡ He'd always be there to comfort you, obviously, and maybe try to act as Scary Dog Priveledge ♡ This mf would tell the Principal or a Teacher about this if you won't ♡ He ain't havin' it!!!!!! ♡ Bonus, I have the feeling his family would be somewhat rich.... he'd try to find you new hearing aids whenever he can ♡ I think he'd also try to learn sign language, just to communicate with you a bit easier sometimes ♡ Overall 10/10, sweet boy :3

♡ Very unhappy when he finds out about this ♡ He doesn't get angry easily but So Help Him- ♡ He loves you! He can't have you getting bullied! ♡ So what does he do? ♡ Jumpscares the girls. Steals ur hearing aids back. Anything else chaotic. ♡ Listen it's KIND OF FUNNY TO SEE THEM JUMP to him at least ♡ They just start getting intimidated and leave him alone ♡ He would then give you back your hearing aids. Problem solved, at least for now. ♡ He'd be willing to try and make hearing aids himself. He's good enough at that kind of thing. Maybe. ♡ Physically restrain him before he starts an explosion, please.

♡ He doesn't know wtf he's supposed to do ♡ He offers comfort. He's so lost. Help this poor boye. ♡ He hates seeing u upset tho ♡ He takes a "let me try nd cheer u up. pls." approach ♡ So you two end up collecting Romaritime flowers and watching the tidalga ♡ He secretly slips a few words to father.. ♡ Oh, you aren't seeing the bullies at school anymore and got a new pair of hearing aids on your doorstep? What good luck! ♡ He's a bad liar, okay, just don't mention any suspicions and he'll be proud of himself ♡ Bonus, I think he'd already know sign language. useful in the water I'd assume

♡ Oh fuck that ♡ I think he would beat people up about it. He gives off the ~energy~ yk ♡ Nobody does that to his s/o and gets away with it ♡ Would buy you new hearing aids if he could afford it. Which he Cannot. ♡ You can cuddle with him as long as u want afterwards ♡ He may be a bit flustered abt it. shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don't tell anyone ♡ Least Normal one here I think. quite humorous

♡ He also takes a "don't worry, you won't see those scum anymore :3" approach (kind of like Fremi but very brazen about it.) ♡ Comfort first, then he deals with the girls himself. ♡ He comes home with blood on him like "hey i took care of your problem !! :D" ♡ I want to imagine this is true even if it isn't so let me bend canon until I break it in half, okay ♡ Will not leave u alone until he's positive you're feeling better ♡ Following u around like a lil kitten all night. No Escape.

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lizhrs · 1 year

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prince ! touya x y/n

summary: touya isn’t too pleased when he hears you’re engaged to his brother. (wc: 3.9K)

warnings: dub/noncon, hitting, nsfw

Touya's always been a loose canon.

The black sheep of his family, always falling short of meeting the Kings expectations. Having to watch as everyone fawned over his youngest brother as he was discarded time and time again. But it was fine. It was fine when his father assigned inheritance of the throne to Shouto because apparently Touya was too weak.

But the new insult his father has thrown his way is close to making him walk off a very slippery edge that's been cracking for years. He had the gall, the audacity, the sheer fucking disrespect to give you to Shouto.

He had a meeting with your father and more or less demanded the two of you be wed and Enji always gets his way so it didn't take long for the papers to be plastered with news of your engagement. To his fucking brother.

Everyone knew you were his. From the moment he laid eyes on your pathetic form crying in the gardens. The need to know everything about you stuck to him like dried candy on a hot summer sidewalk. It was a disgusting, sticky infatuation he hated the second it formed and it's never gone away. Or even lessened over time. No it only grew to the point he told—he is pretty goddamn sure he told his father he was going to wed you.

And that old fucker doesn't forget anything. So this is an obvious, deliberate move to hurt Touya. Break him into a shell of what he is because god forbid he has a shred of happiness. Enji can't have that.

He recklessly storms into his fathers office, slamming the door behind him with a thud that has the servant in the room jumping. She quickly casts her head down once Touya's cold eyes glance at her.

Enji is sitting behind his desk, reading over paperwork. He does not cast Touya a single glance, already bored with a tantrum he hasn't even begun to throw yet. "You promised." He grits through clenched teeth.

His father ignores him, dipping his pen into more ink before writing again. "You said I could have her." He continues, hands clasped behind his back, trying to show an ounce of respect even though he wants nothing more than to burn down this palace with this man locked in it. "And the first chance you get, you sell her off to Shouto."

Nothing. Just more stupid scribbling.

"You said I could have her! I told you from day fucking one I wanted to wed her and you—it's not fucking fair!" He cries out, hating how pathetic he sounds.

Enji sighs, leaning back in his chair as he finally looks over at him. With that same taunting, bored look he always gives his son. Like Touya is barely worth any conversation the mighty Enji deems to have with him. He never looks at Shouto like that.

He stands up, walking over until he's in front of Touya. He takes a step back, trying not to show fear as he glares up at the man. He should be prepared, after years of experiencing it but the slap still takes him by surprise. He stumbles back, not having the chance to clutch his cheek before Enji is smacking him again.

Harder this time. Hard enough for blood to form in his mouth as he nearly slams against the door. The servant gasps but says nothing, trembling as she keeps her gaze down. Not like she could do anything about it. Or that she would want to.

"I did not promise anything to you. I merely listened to your absurd demands, showing mercy by not striking you down for even proposing such a claim." A bitter laugh cuts through the room. "Did you really think I would let you marry into such a powerful bloodline? Let you create a tainted, weak family to embarrass me further? You'll be lucky if I find a wife for you at all, boy."

Blood drips down from his palms but he could care less as he digs his nails deeper into the flesh. It's the only thing stopping him from committing suicide by attacking his father. He knows the asshole is only saying these things to rile him up, of course Enji is going to find Touya a wife, sooner or later. Lock them somewhere secluded away from prying eyes but still have them popping out heirs he can use down the line because that's all he really cares about. But that's not the point.

He doesn't want some rando his father deems is fit for the son he doesn't care about. He wanted you. He wants you. And like always Enji is thrilled to squash any inkling or hope of happiness for him.

He rolls his eyes at Touya's silence, walking back to his desk and sitting down. Straight and proper like the condescending cunt he is. "I did not do this to be mean, boy. She does not want you. She was thrilled at the news. Now be a good brother for once and go congratulate them." He waves him off, never wanting to converse with him for long. Or at all really.

"I won't forget this." He mutters. He had wanted it to come out loud and brash, menacing enough to intimidate his father, as unlikely as that possibility is. But it leaves his mouth in a weak, jumbled manner.

It only has Enji chuckling as he leans back. "Out of my office, boy."

He walks out, making sure to slam the door in the process.

He could kill them.

He wants to kill them.

It's a thought that's been dancing around in his head for years, ever since he registered just how much his father favored Shouto over him. How obvious it was to anyone in this palace he was nothing but a burden who would never meet the strict expectations the King has.

He's only ever entertained the idea much but tonight, it has him drinking in self pity and anger as he leans against the garden bench. The very same garden he met you. He could actually kill them.

And he could get away with it.

Get rid of Enji. Get rid of Shouto.

His siblings are all married off, in their spouses' kingdoms. He's the eldest, they would have to give him the throne if everyone else was eliminated. There's only two people standing in the way of what he wants...he could do it. He slams the bottle down, the alcohol splashing onto his hand.

It's an awful thought. But it grows, manifests until he's coming up with strategic ways to get rid of his obstacles. He could ask Shouto to go for a ride, he's always loved riding horses. And Touya has always been better at swordsmanship than his little brother. He could easily strike him down, throw his pathetic body off a cliff somewhere. He could hire any desperate bounty to kill his father...no he can't have anything that would lead back to him.

Poison seems like the likely option here. He knows where to acquire some, could easily slip it into his fathers nightly drink. And the bastard would slip away during the night. But that seems too peaceful for a man like this father.

Touya would want it to hurt. The same way he's been hurting him all those years. He would want it to be bloody and gore-like and to have the eyes of the man who's abused him all his life looking at him with terror and fear and—"Are you okay?"

What a question. What a stupid fucking question that has him simmering with more anger than before as he looks up. It's you.

Staring down at him with worry. He scoffs, the audacity to look at him like you actually care. The rage, the desire to punish you for the way he's feeling right now is suddenly tearing at his chest. You could've said no. If you had actually cared about him, you would've rejected his fathers demands but no you happily accepted. Wanting so eagerly to be a part of the most powerful family in the land.

That's all it comes down to with these people. Power.

He glares at you, the action making you take a small step back. You already look so scared. You've always been scared of him, it used to be cute but tonight it's just annoying. The way your eyebrows furrow only makes him angrier but then he looks down at your pouty lips, and that's enough to have an insatiable hunger run through his veins.

There is...another way.

Another way he could have you.

And no one could tear you two apart after that.

"Walk me back to my room." He mumbles, standing up in wobbly legs.

"I...I cannot do that." You squeak, looking around to see if anyone is here.

Of course, you can't be seen alone with him. With any man really until you're wed. He snorts, you've been alone with him numerous times before but he supposes it's different now.

Now you have Shouto to lose.

"I wasn't asking."

You stay put.

He sighs. "I'm quite drunk. What if I fall down somewhere, hit my head and die of blood loss? Would you want that on your hands?"

You scoff. "You're so dramatic." But a small giggle escapes your lips and he freezes. It's a melodic sound he's admired for years, at a distance. Your laugh, your hair, your enchanting smile. He watched, listened and worshiped you for years and in the end, you still didn't choose him.

That only makes him angrier. The urge to hurt you increases with every passing second. He wants to pin you down, fuck his frustrations and betrayal into you. Bury himself into that tight cunt of yours until you're screaming his name. He wants to hold you, kiss you, fuck he can barely think.

"Just walk me back." He puts an arm around you, an action he's been doing for years and yet it still has you jumping in surprise.

You slowly, carefully put your arm around his waist as you two walk into the palace. You're scared. That much is obvious. Scared of anyone seeing you two and reporting back to Shouto.

As if he hasn't done this many times before. As if you weren't his first. As if you're still not his.

"No one will see you." He rolls his eyes. "Barely any servants work in this area, remember?"

His bedroom is located somewhere secluded, far away from where the true royalty in his family lies. Another way his father has shown how much he doesn't matter. His bedroom is in the Eastern wing, where it's darker and cold. Where it is barely cleaned unless he grudgingly asks his father to send a maid here. Where everything is smaller, less expensive and tackier than Shouto's.

Because like his father always loves to remind him, he'll never amount to his little brother. He'll always be below Shouto in every possible way and maybe residing in the Eastern wing will drill that into his head faster.

You're reluctant to go inside the room once you guys reach it but one stumble from him is enough to have you wrapping your arms around him again, ushering him inside and onto the soft sheets. You’re so nice. Even when you’re scared.

A small candle is the only source of light you two have as you awkwardly look around, playing with your fingers. "Why were you drinking so much?" You ask.

As if you don't know.

"You're engaged to my brother."

You bite your lips, doe eyes staring into his. You're so cute when you're frightened. "I should go." Is all you say.

"I mean I know I'm not exactly the nicest person." He groans, sluggishly kicking off his shoes. "And I know you've never fully liked me in that way but still, we were friends weren't we?"

You bite your lips, letting out a shaky sigh. "You are drunk. I should go." You take a step back, ready to leave him all alone but he grabs your wrist. You gasp, immediately yanking your hand away. Like you're disgusted.

He laughs, a sharp sound that has you flinching.

"We were never friends." You mutter, cutting off anything he's about to say. "You always walked all over me ever since I moved here and I had no choice but to let you. Always insulted me, treated me like dirt. S-Shouto was nice to me. He likes me...actually likes me. All you feel is some sick obsession with me and honestly I—I think—it needs to end now." You try to sound intimidating, to hold your ground but it still comes out adorable.

Even when you're stomping all over his heart.

"He doesn't like you. The fucker doesn't even know what liking someone is, he does everything Enji tells him and so he's marrying you. You're nothing but a requirement he must fulfill so dear old dad doesn't toss him aside."

Fucking crybaby. The tears are already streaming down your cheeks and he can't help but lick his lips at the pretty sight. "But I want you and you know that. And yet you still chose him."

"It is not like I can say no to the King!" You exclaim, taking another step back. You don't want to outright leave because you know how Touya is, you know he won't let you so you're carefully timing your escape. He scoffs, like he's keeping you captive.

He's not.

Yet.

"I love you." He says, voice croaking miserably.

"You don't know what love is, Touya." You reply, lips quivering.

Another step towards the door.

"Call off the engagement." He demands. Pleads. "And I'll be nicer, whatever the fuck you want. Just don't marry him."

"I want to marry him!" You yell. "Look, this isn't about your father. I—I like him. I've liked him ever since we were younger. So I'm happy with this, if you actually care about me then you'll let me be happy."

He blinks. "Were you the one who requested this engagement?"

"What? No!" It's too quick of a response. You always look like a deer caught in headlights when you lie. Always have your emotions laid out on your face, so annoyingly obvious. He always liked that about you though, how he could read you so easily. But he supposes he was wrong. Since he never saw the fact you were in love with his brother.

The thought—the fact is enough to have him spiraling. He storms up, grabbing your wrists just as you're about to take another fucking step. "Did you? Tell me the truth."

"You're hurting me!" You cry out, eyes widening in fear.

"You were, weren't you?" He accuses. "Here I am drowning in my fucking sorrows thinking you're a damsel in distress when you were plotting behind my back."

"Plotting?" You look at him like he's insane. "It's my life! I don't owe you anything."

You're not even a princess. Just a nobleman's daughter. There's no way you were fathers first choice. Unless you asked for it. Unless Shouto did as well. Both of you were probably laughing behind his back as Touya followed you around like a stupid lovesick puppy.

A punch to the chest knocks him out of his thoughts. He looks down to see your dainty wrists slamming on his chest, as if you're any match for him. Even Shouto couldn't beat him in a one on one. He's weaker than Touya so why—why is he always the first choice?

He grabs you by the arm, throwing you onto the bed. You gasp, eyes widening. "Whatever the hell you are thinking—"

He doesn't think. Too consumed by rage and raw hunger as he slaps you across the face. Another gaps escapes your pretty little lips. Probably never been hit in your life, probably been pampered and sheltered to the point you felt like actual royalty. But you're not. Touya is the true royalty here. He's the first born for crying out loud.

You hold your cheek, looking up at him with such rage he can only laugh. "You're insane!" You scream.

"Scream all you want. No one comes to this wing, love. But you knew that."

More tears fall down. "I'll never forgive you for this." You say, hoping that part will get to him.

"I'm the one you should be begging for forgiveness for." He replies. Countless times he's confided in you about how much he hates that stain that is his brother and you still chose him. Like he didn't bore his heart out to you several times.

You deserved to be punished if he's being honest.

You cry through it out, kicking and screaming and thrashing even when he has the two of you naked. There's no oil so he sinks down on his knees, licking along your cunt, sucking on your clit tenderly. He's being so gentle. So kind. A mercy you don't deserve.

Nor appreciate as you continue to cry, screaming about how much you hate him. How you'll never forgive him. How Shouto will kill him.

He laughs at that part. He'd like to see him try.

He works his fingers slowly inside. It's not long before you're a gasping mess, hands clenching the sheets as he curls his fingers. He switches between his fingers and his tongue, delighting in the way you try and hide your moans, in the way your tears stain his pillow. He'll probably never wash them again.

"I hate you Touya." He mocks. "You don't seem like you hate me now." He laughs, curling his fingers deep inside of you until you cum with a strangled, sobbing sound.

"Maybe this is what you've always wanted, babe, just didn't want to admit it."

"Fuck you!" You bring your leg up, kicking him in the face once he has his guard down.

Fucking hell. He stands up, holding his bruised nose. "It doesn't matter, you'll be mine after this. Shouto will never want you after he finds out." He yanks your hand, manhandling you until you're on your stomach, ass up.

He teases the head of his cock against your entrance. You shake your head. "No! Touya, you can't. Please! If you love me then you would—ah!"

He pushes in slowly, grimacing at how tight you are. It seems almost impossible to continue but he's nothing if not determined as he sinks in deeper. Finally. You feel divine, better than he could've ever imagined.

"How does it feel?" He asks, low and gentle in your ear.

You don't answer and he wishes he could see your face right now but he'll save that for another day. Instead he pushes your head down on the sheets, fingers gripping your hair as he starts to thrust.

He allows you to adjust, a small mercy before the rage is back and he's thinking of how you betrayed him. Then he's not so nice anymore as he plunges in and out, balls slapping against you as his cock splits you open.

He could come right then and there, the way you clench and shudder around him is rendering him useless already. You cry out every-time he bottoms out, strangled moans filling the room as you clench the sheets, shaking your head as if this is all a terrible nightmare. But he refuses to let you think that. This isn't a nightmare. You two belong together and finally, finally it can become reality. His thrusts grow more aggressive, the sounds of your skin slapping together and your lewd cries echoing around the room.

Even better, you're pulling him in. Subconsciously but still, keeping him there, tight and hot as his hips snap against yours. You're so so wet, spurring him on even more as his fingers dig into your hips. Marks that will be more evident the following morning. He wishes Shouto could see them on your wedding night, confusion and horror on his face as he realizes someone has already defiled his bride.

But there won't be a wedding. Not after this.

"He won't want you anymore. He's sensitive like that, doesn't want spoiled goods." He laughs bitterly, watching as you shake your head vehemently, deep in denial.

"No one will want you after this, you know that right." He fucke you harder, the brutal smacks moving you forward onto the sheets, like a rag doll. "I will be the only one left for you." Your legs are quivering with exhaustion, piss poor stamina.

"N-no, Shouto—Shouto will want me." You sob, trying to push him off.

He ignores your heaving sobs as he chases his own release, not caring about your trembling from. At this point, you're nothing more than a living, breathing flesh light for him. "Fuck, take it. Take it. Fucking whore." He groans. "You feel so fucking good baby. We belong together, why can’t you see that?” He's close, snapping deep inside of you to the point he never wants to leave.

"T-Touya—" You gasp, words sounding slurred. "Don't—not—not inside." You moan, drool falling down.

That's enough to push him over the edge. He comes, leaning forward so he can release inside of your quivering walls. He moans right into your ear, his cheek ghosting over yours as you cry even more.

Your hair smells like flowers and that's enough to make him want to grip it, slam your head down and have another round.

But you're fragile.

You've always been so fragile.

Your shoulders shake as you cry onto the sheets, small cries getting louder at the realization of what he's just done. He slowly pulls out, panting softly as he leans back.

He turns you so you're lying down on your back, wanting nothing more than to look at you now. Your eyes are brimming with tears, despair in them as you put your hand over your mouth, crying into it. He frowns, taking your wrist and pulling your hands away. He kisses your soft lips, drowning in your cries as he licks the inside of your mouth.

You turn your head to the side, still having some bit of fight in you. "You're a monster."

"I've been called worse."

You squeeze your eyes shut and it hurts, how you curl into yourself, wanting nothing to do with him but at least this way, you two will be forced to be with one another. This way, he won't have to bear witness to a wedding that would have him jumping off a cliff. This way he can have you.

"You'll get over this." He sighs, kissing the top of your head.

"Fucking psycho." You whisper. "You don't love me."

"I do." He says. And he'll keep saying it until it's drilled into your head.

"You don't know what love is." You say again, like he didn't hear it the first time your miserable lips uttered it.

"I do know it because that's what I feel about you." He says through gritted teeth. "And now we can be together." His eyes travel down to your stomach, hoping, fucking praying soon it'll be enlarged. A baby will solve everything. It has to.

"I'll never want you." You sneer, glaring up at him with raw hatred. It should hurt. It should. But he's been living with people who have detested him all his life and you've never been the vindictive type. You'll get over this as the years come and go. And soon you two will be a happy little family. Filled with more love than this shameful one could ever have.

"It doesn't matter if you want me or not, y/n." His hands travel down to your stomach, rubbing it.

"You're stuck with me now."

#dabi todoroki #dabi mha #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #touya x reader #touya x y/n #touya x you #toya x reader #mha toya #Toya smut #toya x y/n #touya smut #mha fic

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wowowowoowoe92 · 9 months

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College AU toyua and keigo

*TW* hate fucking , manipulating , car sex, College AU, no quirk AU, threesome, semi public. (I think that’s all)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

(Synopsis) your ex boyfriend kissed your best friend causing a messy breakup but two of his friends decide to take advantage of your vulnerability from the breakup.

College toya & keigo who both sit on the curb with you after you catch your boyfriend cheating on you at a party fully intending to take advantage of your vulnerability and invite you back to their place smirking to eachother when you agree.

College toya & keigo who take you back to their apartment and drill into you for hours until your seeing stars and then just watch you as your all fucked out.

College toya & keigo who wake up the next morning to you being absent from there apartment and spend the next hour talking about how pretty you are when brain dead from pleasure.

College toya & keigo who wait until next weeks party at a frat house to find you and offer to help take your mind of your ex boyfriend some more smiling not so innocently when you agree.

College toya & keigo who take you to their apartment and split you in half again and explain to you how you need to shut up before your “pretty little self explodes” when you tell them it’s to much.

College toya & keigo who actually give you after care this time by cleaning you up with a wash cloth and laying you across their laps. keigo feeding you watermelon and toya rubbing your back telling you what a good job you did.

College toya & keigo who get about three days later before realizing the positive affect you have on them and deciding the best option is taking it out on you and finding you and telling you how much it pisses them off that you act like your better then the stupid sluts they usually screw before hate fucking you in seeing stars.

College Toya & keigo who know how to take care of you and lay you down in their lap and feeding you an ice pop and telling you how much of a good job you did taking both of them at the same time before you fall asleep on their laps.

College toya & keigo who haven’t been able to fuck anybody else only being able to think of you whenever they get hard and getting pissed off because of it.

College Toya & keigo who notice the way your jealously looking at them while a blonde bimbo approaches them trying to shag them.

College toya & keigo who chuckle before making up an excuse to drag you away from your roommate just to pin you to a wall and ask if your jealous of some bimbo.

College toya & keigo who when hearing you lie and say no decide the best way to show you they aren’t interested in any girl except you is to drill you into the mattress all night.

College toya & keigo who after you leave the next morning talk about the fact there playboy reputation is being ruined by the straight A innocent little minx you appear as to everybody else.

College Toya & keigo who decide to do something about the way their emotions are for you and wait for you outside your final class of the night pull you by the wrist to their car and drive off.

College toya & keigo who take you to a beach at sunset and at the end of the date kiss you for the first time in a passion and lust filled way. Taking turns kissing you passionately.

College toya & keigo who chuckle after you ask what this means for the three of you before asking if you would like to go out with both of them.

College toya & keigo who end the date screwing you in the back of their car and driving you back to their place to take care of you.

Hope this was okay for my first post!

#hawks smut #dabi smut #toyua todoroki #touya x keigo #keigo tamaki #toya x y/n #keigo x you #mha toya #keigo fluff #dabi #dabi fluff

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Leave, please (Dabi x Hawks x reader)

So, my boyfriend and I broke up yesterday. We were together for 8 years and I feel so awful, lol. I just had to write something to kind of help me cope with it. I'm sorry this isn't one of your requests, and I'm sorry they're taking so long, but I have a hard time writing when I feel bad 😕 I'm still working on them, they just take a little longer. I'm sorry guys ❤️

Warnings: none

Word count: 1966

“Don’t do this”, his knees shaking. “You can’t do this, Y/N”.

“I don’t want to do this, but I can’t help the way I feel”, the words got stuck inside your throat.

“I’m sorry”, a broken whisper as your eyes stung. “Give me an explanation, Y/N. Please”.

By now, his face had lost all color, his hands eager to wrap around your arms.

“I-I don’t have-“, “Is it so hard for you to talk to me? Would you rather stay silent than solve this mess between us?”, tired eyes scanned your face.

Yes, you did.

“You’re so selfish”, he chuckled, his head hanging low. “Have you ever thought about how I feel? About what I need?”.

Silence.

“If I leave now… That’s it”, he cleared his throat. “If I leave now, it’s over”.

You knew that.

“Leave, please”, your lips pressed together as silent tears streamed down your cheek.

It still hurt, even though you made this decision.

“You were the only one-“, Touya took a deep breath. “Never mind”, he turned his back to you, “You never listen. It’s always about you, right? I do everything I can to make you happy, to make sure you have everything you need, and still…”.

“Leave, please”, you softly sobbed. “I’m leaving, don’t worry”, blue eyes staring into yours.

You were scared. Scared that he’ll get mad, scared that he’ll hurt you again.

“One more time, please”, his arms quickly pulled you closer, his hand resting on the back of your head. “Strawberries”, a soft chuckle as he took in your scent one last time.

You didn’t hug him back. You couldn’t let yourself go through this again.

“That’s my girl. Always so cold”, he whispered before pulling away. “Take care of yourself, okay?”.

“You too, Touya”, your eyes fixed on the ground.

Finally… His hand resting on the doorknob, he’s going to leave…

“Are you sure?”. “Y-yes”, your heart racing.

You were scared. Scared that he was going to kill you. “You can’t leave me. I’ll kill you if you do. You’re mine, and mine only”, you vividly remember the night he spoke those words to you.

“Don’t be scared”, rough digits stroked your cheeks, “I’m leaving”.

Right. He could see that you were scared, that your body was shaking.

“I’m sorry I’ve hurt you so many times. I’m sorry I couldn’t treat you right, but… I’d die for you, I’d kill for you… You were the only good thing in my life, Y/N”.

He never treated you right, but you loved him. You’ll always love him.

“L-leave, Touya. Please”, loud sobs escaped your lungs, your body shaking.

It hurt him to see you like this. You knew that, but this had to happen. You couldn’t do this any longer.

“Fuck!”, a loud scream before he kicked against your door. “I can’t leave, I can’t leave you, Y/N. I love you, I love you more than anyone or anything”.

You’ve never seen him cry before. You’ve never even heard him raise his voice…

“Don’t you want me to be happy?”. “I want you to be happy with me!”, tears streaming down his cheek.

“You’ve hurt me too many times”, your hand wrapped around your wrist. A stinging sensation greeted you, a reminder of what he’d done.

You had to feel the pain he caused you. You had to be strong.

“Are you in love with someone else? Is that it?”, rage in his eyes. “W-what?”, you took a step backward. “Of course not! I’ve never even thought about that”.

But that was a lie, right? You did. You thought about him all the time.

“You’re telling me you’ve never thought about the guy who saved your life?”, he chuckled. “Don’t play dumb. I saw the way you looked at him. When he soared through the sky, his arms wrapped around you…. You’ve never thought about that, hm?”. “D-don’t touch me!”, you pulled away as he grabbed your arm. “Where were you? Where were you when your friend 'Shigi' kidnapped me and placed me in a building full of explosives? Where were you, Touya? Were you too busy running after daddy? Too busy plotting your revenge?”.

Too far.

“What did you just say?”, every emotion on his face disappeared. “N-nothing”, your eyes wide open. “No, no, no”, he hastily replied as he got closer, “I was too busy running after ‘daddy’, right?”. “T-touya-“. “Is that how you see me? A crybaby with daddy issues?”.

Well, to be honest, he kind of was…

“No, of course not!”. “Well, I’m sorry, princess. I’m sorry I don’t have fucking wings and I can’t magically fly to where you are. As you can see, I’m kind of broken”, his voice cracked. “But I was risking everything I had to come and save you and kick that idiot’s ass”. “Y-you’ve never told me that-“. “I thought I didn’t have to. I thought it was obvious that I’d come and save you. Fuck Y/N, is that really how you think about me?”.

“Calm down-“, your soft digits reached for his face, a drop of blood dripping from his eyes. “Don’t-“, a hostile tone in his voice. “You’re right. It’s better this way”, he walked to the door, “He can have you”.

“Are you hurt?”, a figure appeared from behind you. “N-no”, your voice still shaking. “He knew I was here”, Hawks walked towards the door, making sure it was closed. “It doesn’t matter if it’s closed or not. Touya can easily kick that door in”. “I know, just thought it would make you feel a little safer”, he gently wiped the tears from your cheek. “W-what do you mean he knew you were here?”, you looked into his eyes. “Right after he kicked against your door… I couldn’t help myself. I was scared he was going to hurt you-”. “But if he saw, he would’ve killed you”, you interrupted him, “I’m sure he didn’t notice-“. “I was standing right behind you… He saw me”, Hawks’ brows drew together. “Look, don’t get me wrong. I can’t stand that guy and the only reason I let him walk free is that you asked me to, but… I think he really does love you in his own fucked up way. I think he just wants you to be safe, and that's something he could've never done. Not like I can”.

“R-right”, you let your head fall against his chest, “Thank you”. “I’m glad he can’t hurt you any longer”, Hawks’ digits gently stroked over your burn marks.

You didn’t mean to fall in love with someone else, to abandon Touya, but… It was better this way, wasn’t it? You found someone who brought you joy instead of fear, someone who left hickeys instead of scars… Yes, it was wrong. It was wrong you fell in love with someone else when you were still seeing Touya, you knew that.

“Let’s order some food, okay?”, Hawks smiled before picking you up. “You sure you aren’t an angel?”, you let your head rest against his chest, his wings wrapped around you like a blanket. “I’m sure”, he softly chuckled. “What about you? Are you sure you aren’t one?”, he carefully laid you down on the couch. “I’m sure”, your eyes lit up as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Hawks was always like this. He was always so gentle with you, as if you were made out of glass.

“I’ll order something, you get some rest, okay?”.

---

“Doesn’t it hurt?”, Shigaraki turned his head. “She’s happy”, Touya’s eyes fixed on the screen, “That’s all that counts”. “So you don’t want to go and kill him? Because I do”.

Touya took a deep sigh before he turned the TV off.

“He’s off limits”. “What?!”. “He’s keeping her safe-“. “You can keep her safe”, Shigaraki interrupted his friend. “He’s a pro hero. By now, she’s met his little friends, and I’m sure they’ll adore her just as much as he did. They’re all willing to die for her, but are you? Is Toga willing to die for her? Or Twice?”.

Silence.

“Right, so I can’t keep her safe like he can, can I?”, Touya grabbed his coat. “Don’t tell me you’re going to spy on her again”, Shigaraki scratched his throat, “That’s just creepy, even for a villain”.

He knew it was strange, but he couldn’t help himself. He always adored the way you smiled as you handed someone their coffee, or the way you nodded as you greeted a customer.

“I’ll be back soon”.

---

“That’s my girl”, Touya chuckled as his hands rested inside the pocket of his hoodie.

He was sitting on a bench in front of the coffee shop you worked in. He used a simple disguise, but good enough for you not to recognize him.

“What are you doing here?”. “Huh?”, Touya looked behind him. “Oh, so someone does recognize me. How’s it going, pigeon?”.

“What are you doing here?”, Hawks repeated himself. “Nothing, I’m leaving. Don’t worry”, Touya stood up. “Why are you watching her?”. “I’m not”, he walked past the pro hero. “I won’t repeat myself”, Hawks' hand on the villain’s chest. “I’ve let you escape once because she asked me to, but I won’t do it twice”.

“T-touya?”, you barely whispered. “Y/N, leave”, Hawks replied. “Is that Touya?”, you ignored your boyfriend’s concern. “Touya?”, your hand now resting on his shoulder.

Yes, his heart broke when he heard your sweet voice again, when he smelled your perfume…

“Let him go”, your eyes glossy. “Y/N, you can’t expect me to let him escape again. He’s a criminal-“. “Let him go, Hawks”. “He’s killed people-“. “I don’t care, let him go”, a single tear streamed down your cheek.

“Do you still love him?”.

You wanted to respond, to say no but…

“Right”, Hawks took his hand from Dabi’s chest, “You do”.

No, this couldn’t happen. He couldn’t let this happen. Hawks was good for you. He kept you safe, he made you smile… Something he never did.

“She doesn’t, don’t worry”, Touya slowly walked away, “I won’t come back, but you better keep her safe, or I’ll come for you”, he placed his hand on the hero’s shoulder. “Got it?”, he tightened his grip as he activated his quirk just enough to let that 'pigeon' feel his anger.

Touya never turned around to look at you, he couldn’t. You knew that, but you wanted to see him. To see that he was doing fine.

“You still love him?”, a confused expression on Hawks’ face. “I’ll always care for him”, you smiled, “But I love you”. “Y/N, I can’t let him walk away every time I see him. I’m a pro hero and he’s a villain. Have you any idea how guilty I feel when I do shit like that? He’s out there hurting people, killing people and –“.

You truly were selfish. How could you do this to him? To someone who saved your life?

“You’re right”, you interrupted him. “I’m sorry”, your hands eagerly wrapped around his waist. “I just… He just lost his way. He isn’t a bad person, Hawks. He really isn’t”. “I know you believe he isn't, but look at your body. How many times did he hurt you? How many times did he kill? Torture?”.

He was right, again.

“Yo, Y/N!”, your co-worker’s voice greeted you. “I know your boyfriend is a pro-hero, but can you come inside again? I could use some help”, he desperately sighed, “These customers are killing me!”.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?”, your eyes studied his. “You’re right. He’s a psychopath, and I don’t know why I keep defending him. Just remember that I love you. I’ll see you tonight”, you swiftly kissed him before you hurried back inside.

“Watch out!”, your boyfriend yelled as he saw you crossing the street without looking. “Sorry!”, you clumsily waived at him, “I’ll see you at dinner!”.

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trueshellz · 1 year

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Set in the same theme as this

A little side note: Touya, from my research, means 'arrow of light' so I wanted his son's name to have a similar theme so Tadaaki means 'bright light'.

Daddy!Dabi, sorry Touya, who keeps having random toys delivered to your house. You're sure the driver knows your name by now since you're getting a parcel every day and to make it worse the little demon child seems more interest in the box and wrapping paper than the actual gift inside the damn thing.

"Tadaaki, I swear to God."

You sat on the floor next to him as he tried to ingest yet another piece of paper from the floor, wrestling the small sodden pieces from his hand and replaced it with his dummy even as he screwed up his face in frustration.

"Just let him eat it."

Shaking your head in exasperation, you turned to the window and glared at Touya. The grin on his face as he crouched on the window ledge made you even more frustrated so you threw some paper at his stupid head.

"Very helpful, thank you."

A snort as he jumped down, the thud as his boots hit the floor before he quickly removed them and replaced them with the slippers you chose for him. They were huge Smurf feet, something you would tease him with when you were together, and when you saw them in the local shop you just had to get them.

A loud squeal as Tadaaki stood up and toddled over to his dad, Touya was still a little hesitant as the little hands held on his larger ones. You could see the gloves he was wearing, something you noticed after you met in the park and assumed it was to protect Tadaaki from the staples. A louder squeal this time as Touya hefted him up in the air, the dummy landing on the floor as your son flew up in the air.

"You know, he just ate. If he-"

"Oh shit!"

"-pukes it'll be your own fault."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, your son looking awfully chuffed with himself as his dad looked like he was about to throw up himself. Holding Tadaaki at arms length, his face turned away as he thrust him out to you and pulled the jacket and t-shirt he was wearing off and wiping himself down with some baby wipes while mock glaring at you.

"You can stop laughing, brat. I learnt my lesson."

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doumadono · 4 months

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Warnings: smut w/o plot, cunningulus, f!reader, squirting, fingering, alcohol use, voyeurism Synopsis: after the war, you and Shigaraki spend time together while the rest of the League prepares for the final mission. Excessive drinking leads to a moment of intimacy between you and Shigaraki, with him tasting your cunt for the first time. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend Touya unexpectedly returns early and witnesses the scene A/N: this piece was commissioned on my Ko-fi page by my beloved @shonen-brainrot - I'm sharing this fic with her consent. Thank you for commissioning me, baby! I hope you enjoy it! Friendly reminder to everyone else: my writing commissions are open :)

MASTERLIST KO-FI COMISSIONS: OPEN

You spent a mere three months as a member of the League of Villains, yet during that brief period, you actively contributed to planning the Paranormal Liberation War. Despite the apparent "loss," you understood that, among other things, you achieved a strategic victory. After exiting the stage with Tomura and his other allies, you needed to keep a low profile, and so you did. Leveraging your quirk, Speed Recovery, you became a highly valuable asset to Shigaraki, aiding in the recovery of his injured allies.

Amid this intense three months period, you cultivated an unexpected understanding with the most enigmatic figure in the organization — Dabi. Astonishingly, he turned out to be the long-lost son of the Number One hero, Endeavor. Before you fully grasped it, you found yourself low-key "dating" - an understated term for the intensity of the connection. It encompassed spending endless hours together, engaging in profound conversations, and gradually closing the physical distance between you two.

Yet, an undercurrent of unease lingered as you sensed Tomura's discontent. Was he possibly envious of someone as seemingly ordinary as yourself? The uncertainty hung in the air, casting a shadow over the dynamics within the group.

You devoted considerable time meticulously plotting the retribution, even as you witnessed Tomura's growing anger and frustration. Reassuring him, you affirmed the intricacy of his plans, confidently asserting that soon you would unveil a lesson for the heroes, showing them their rightful place.

After the devastating War, Tomura visibly bore the weight of stress, engrossed in devising his next set of plans.

One evening, while the others were away preparing for the final mission, you and Tomura remained at the hideout, sipping from a shared bottle of vodka. The conversation delved into the details of the plan and the sacrifices it would inevitably demand.

Tomura took a sip, his crimson eyes fixed on you. "This mission will change everything. Sacrifices are inevitable."

You nodded, the weight of the responsibility settling in. "Yeah, but it's necessary. For a better future."

He smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "A better future, huh? How optimistic."

You chuckled, recognizing his penchant for cynicism. "Well, not everyone can be as optimistic as you, Tomura."

He leaned back, fingers tapping against the bottle. "Optimism won't save us. Practicality will."

You smirked, appreciating the contrast in your perspectives. "Practicality and a bit of optimism won't hurt."

Tomura scoffed, taking another sip. "You're incorrigible."

You raised an eyebrow. "Coming from you, that's a compliment."

He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a rare smile. "Maybe. But let's not get too sentimental. We have work to do."

As the night wore on, the shared bottle of vodka dwindled, leaving both you and Tomura with a growing sense of intoxication.

"Thanks for the refill," you slurred appreciatively, the alcohol already making its presence felt.

Tomura, seemingly affected by the spirits as well, mused, "Can't believe Dabi didn't teach you how to drink."

You chuckled, the room swaying slightly. "Guess he missed that lesson."

With a nonchalant shrug, Tomura rose, tossing the empty bottle effortlessly into the trash bin. He went to a nearby cabinet, retrieving another bottle of alcohol and two fresh glasses.

You protested, waving your hands, but he poured you another drink, raising an eyebrow. "How are things between you and our lovely Todoroki, by the way?"

The question struck a chord, and you frowned, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the sudden turn into personal territory. "Well, you know, complicated," you replied evasively, taking a sip to buy some time.

Tomura leaned back, swirling his drink, his gaze fixed on you. "Complicated, huh? Must be quite a story."

You sighed, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "Yeah, it is. But we manage."

He nodded, taking a thoughtful sip. "Managing is something, I guess."

You attempted to shift the conversation away from your relationship with Dabi, bringing up other topics, but Tomura proved relentless. With a cocky grin, he circled back to Dabi, probing for more details.

"Come on, spill it. I want to hear the juicy bits," he taunted, swirling his drink with an unsettling confidence.

Sighing, you relented a little. "It's not that interesting, Tomura. Just the usual ups and downs. Nothing to discuss."

He leaned in, a dark glint in his eyes. "Ups and downs, huh? Sounds like there's more to it."

You rolled your eyes, realizing that steering the conversation away from Dabi was an uphill battle. "Can we talk about something else, Tomura? There's a whole world out there."

He chuckled, his laughter carrying a sinister undertone. "The world can wait."

As the night wore on, Tomura's questions became more probing, his tone growing darker and more insistent. He seemed to revel in the discomfort he caused, savoring every tidbit you reluctantly shared about your tumultuous relationship. Tomura got up, the creaking floorboards announcing his movement as he paced around the room. He cast a sly glance in your direction, the dim light highlighting the eerie grin on his face. "You know," he began, still walking, "I always suspected there was more to Dabi. But Endeavor's son? Now, that's interesting."

You shifted uncomfortably, eyeing him as he continued to circle the room. "Yeah, surprising, right?"

He chuckled, a sinister edge to his voice. "Perfect, actually. Vengeance is a powerful motivator. It'll make him even more useful for our cause."

Tomura took a place beside you on a worn-out couch, his arm casually wrapping around your shoulders. He poured another drink, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

You gave a weak smile, feeling a little uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. The tension heightened as his arm tightened around your shoulders, and he handed you the freshly poured drink.

"To unexpected alliances," he proposed, raising his glass.

You clinked yours against his, the liquid burning down your throat, the room spinning with a mix of alcohol and Tomura's ominous presence.

As Tomura poured another round, he seemed undeterred by the growing level of intoxication. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol.

In the midst of another casual conversation, Tomura, with an unsettling nonchalance, steered the dialogue back to Dabi. "Did he fuck you already?" he inquired abruptly, his tone cutting through the drunken haze that surrounded you.

Your cheeks flushed, and you visibly squirmed in discomfort at the unexpected and personal nature of the question. "It's none… None of your… Bussiness, Tomura," you hiccuped.

"Come on now, spill it. Did he or didn't he?" he pressed, a mocking grin playing on his lips.

You sighed, feeling the weight of the question. "Tomura, that's really none of your business…"

Tomura's grin widened, and he leaned back, seemingly pleased with your discomfort. "Sounds like a yes to me. Dabi's got taste, I'll give him that. Was he a gentleman, delicately tending to your needs, or more like a dog in heat, just claiming what's his?"

Your face burned hotter as you bit your lower lip, desperately downing the glass of vodka, and quickly covering your mouth after. "Something in between," you mumbled, your words slightly slurred.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, throwing his head back. "Mmmm, I see. What a pity then. You deserve to be taken care of, baby. Such a little, pretty villain," he reached his gloved hand out and touched your cheek. The gloved touch sent shivers down your spine. "Did he eat your pussy?"

The nausea welled up inside you, and all you wanted was to escape to your tiny room and lie down. You nodded, managing a weak, "Yes," hoping it would satisfy Shigaraki and put an end to the uncomfortably intimate interrogation.

Tomura grinned, placing his glass on a tiny coffee table. He simply leaned in, crushing his lips onto yours without seeking your consent.

In your intoxicated state, attempts to push him away were feeble. His lips bore the flavor of vodka, but strangely, you found yourself not entirely opposed to the unexpected kiss. A part of you didn't mind what was happening at all, so you casually moved your lips against his in a dance influenced by the haze of alcohol.

Before you could fully comprehend the situation, his gloved hand, adorned with only two fingers covered by a black leather, slipped between your thighs and beneath the plain skirt you wore. His touch started at your thigh, skillfully massaging the soft flesh, while slowly ascending.

A gasp escaped your lips as a strange warmth began to build within your abdomen. You cursed yourself for reacting this way to your boss. You shouldn't be feeling like this; after all, you had a boyfriend. What would he think if he knew how Shigaraki's touch was affecting you? You blamed the intoxication for clouding your mind, and even if you desired to push Shigaraki away, you felt powerless; your hands seemed to weigh a ton.

Gloved fingers teased you through your panties, eliciting a gasp that escaped past your parted lips. You bit down on your lower lip, the sensations proving intoxicating, clouding the last remaining rationally-thinking parts of your brain.

As your head lolled back, resting against the back of the couch, Shigaraki licked the column of your neck. "Shhh, shhhh, it's okay. Ain't gonna hurt ya, sweetie. I just wanna make you feel good, like Dabi never did, I bet."

Shigaraki pushed the fabric of your panties aside, his touch careful as he rubbed against your folds, discovering they were already slick with your excitement. He grinned, licking his lips. "Look at you," he chuckled, hiccuping a little. "Mmm, already so wet for your boss. That's the attitude I like."

Shigaraki rose from the couch, a hiss escaping him as his pants grew uncomfortable, his dick tenting the fabric. He knelt down, parting your thighs, and took hold of the sides of your panties, skillfully tugging them down your legs until they were off completely. Bringing the garment to his nose, he sniffed it like a wild animal, licking the damp spot on the material and growling in anticipation. "Fuck," he muttered, his other hand palming himself through the fabric of his pants.

As the man licked a stripe along your slick folds, a loud whine escaped your lips, and you leaned back fully against the couch. Slowly, you brought your hand to your mouth, covering it as if to prevent all the moans from escaping. It felt so wrong, yet oh so right at the same time.

Shigaraki closed his lips around your clitoris, fervently sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. This left you writhing beneath him, moaning like a cheap whore you apparently were at that moment. His bare fingers, devoid of glove, expertly rubbed your entrance as Shigaraki continued to lap at your slick folds. The obscene noises he made filled the air, his head shaking left to right to increase the friction you sought with every roll of your hips, each movement trying to push your cunny further into his face.

"O-Oh, God…" you whimpered.

Shigaraki chuckled slightly before slipping his tongue into your entrance. It was the moment you arched your back, sliding one of your hands into his white hair, tugging it to bring his face and mouth closer to your heated core.

He skillfully fucked you with his tongue, his gloved fingers simultaneously massaging your clitoris, causing your wetness to spill all over his eager tongue. "Mhmmm," he grunted, still palming himself through his pants.

Lost in the throes of passion, neither of you heard the door opening. Little did you know that the rest of the League had returned to the hideout.

Dabi stood in the doorway leading to Shigaraki's office, his turquoise eyes wide open as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him — his boss, someone he had once considered a friend at some point, and his girl, getting laid.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki resumed lapping at your entrance, growling like an animal at your scent and taste. In contrast, you were already a moaning mess.

"I fucking love your little cunt," Shigaraki declared, kissing your swollen clitoris before returning to licking your dripping hole.

Dabi felt anger and jealousy building up within him, but he also sensed some primal desire. Casually closing the door, he walked over to the two of you, nonchalantly dipping down next to you on the couch. "Well, well, I see you two are having some fun, huh?" he growled.

It was then that you snapped your eyes open, instantly attempting to push Shigaraki off your pussy.

However, your boss simply looked at Dabi lazily, and after kissing your cunt, he straightened up, wiping his lips from your juices glistening there with the top of his palm. "Todoroki, you're back already."

Dabi scoffed. "What do you fucking think you're doing, Tomura?" Dabi growled, igniting a little blue flame on his left palm while his right one rested possessively on your knee.

"And what does it look like? I'm eating her cunny out," Shigaraki replied, a wry grin on his lips.

"She's fucking mine, and you're fucking aware of that," Dabi reminded.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, waving his hand. "Oh, don't be such a dog in the manger. I didn't fuck her, yeah? Just licked her tiny cunt. That's not a fucking crime, is it?"

Dabi breathed angrily through his nose. "I can see you got fucking turned on just by her taste," he scoffed, glancing at the tent in Tomura's pants.

Shigaraki unselfconsciously palmed his dick, tilting his head to the side. "Can you blame me? Look at her, such a little naughty villainess we have here. And her taste is intoxicating."

Dabi scoffed again. "Imagine that I know, as I've fucked her many times already."

Tomura ran his bare fingers up and down your cunt. "Don't be angry at her, it's my fault. We got a little too wasted, and I kind of couldn't stop myself when I smelled her wetness," Shigaraki explained, pointing his chin at the coffee table and the empty bottle of alcohol and glasses.

Dabi shook his head in disapproval and reached his hand out, catching your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting it so you faced him. "You're such a naughty whore, getting wet for him? Pathetic."

Your cheeks were still flushed. "S-sorry, Touya…" you whined pathetically.

Dabi looked into your half-opened eyes. He couldn't deny the twitch in his pants as he saw you so vulnerable and exposed. The idea of letting some other guy fuck you while he watched had always lingered in the dark corners of his twisted mind. Now, the opportunity presented itself. "You liked him licking your cunt, hmm?"

You bit at your knuckle, slowly nodding your head for yes.

Dabi sighed. "Fine. Make my girl cum," the scarred man ordered, looking at Shigaraki. "But don't you fucking dare to put your fucking, pathetic cock into her. That's exclusively mine privilege."

Shigaraki cocked his eyebrows, "Who do you think you are to boss me around, Dabi?"

Touya grinned nastily. "Seriously? Your cock already makes a damp spot in your pants, man. I know you want her. So give her what she wants. Make her fucking cum. Let her decide which one of us eats her pussy better. I'm sure she's gonna choose me."

"T-Touya, I.." you started, but your boyfriend placed his fingers on your lips, sealing them.

"Shut up and spread your legs wider like the good whore you are," he instructed.

You nodded hesitantly, following his words.

Shigaraki grunted, seeing your pussy spreading open just for him. He instantly dived between your legs, lapping at your folds again, making slurping noises and eating your cunt so intensely that the base of his nose nudged your swollen clitoris, making you whine.

Dabi watched the scene with a stoic expression attached to his scarred face. He reached one of his hands around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him so you rested your side against his chest. His other hand grabbed the hem of your skirt, hoisting it up your hips to provide himself with a better view of your drenched cunt and Shigaraki diving between your legs.

"You're such a needy whore," Dabi whispered into your ear, moving the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders to unbutton your shirt and fish out one of your breasts from the cup of your bra, fondling it gently. "So fucking wet. Look at the mess you made on this bastard's face."

You were whining, resting one elbow on Dabi's lap, moaning even louder as you felt his hardened cock making a bulge in his jeans.

Shigaraki slipped his gloved fingers into your cunt, massaging your inner walls.

Dabi grasped your chin and tilted your head, sloppily kissing your lips. Your tongues danced together.

Shigaraki spat down on your pussy, spreading his saliva all over your folds with his thumb. After that, he returned to sucking your clitoris while finger-fucking you.

You moaned in Dabi's mouth, breaking the kiss to bite your knuckle again as your thighs trembled after Tomura hit that super-sensitive, spongy spot deep within you. "Fuck…" you whispered, your eyes watering. "Holy shit."

Dabi chuckled darkly. "That's it, doll, let it go. Cum. I know you want to cum."

"Yes, d-daddy," you moaned and reached both hands to slip them in Tomura's messy hair, bringing his face closer to your dripping cunt to ride your orgasm all over his tongue and lips.

"Don't you fucking dare to stop licking her cunt. Stick your ugly tonuge out," Dabi instructed, and to his surprise, Shigaraki obeyed.

You grinded your pussy against you boss' flexed tongue, moaning louder and louder until your pussy clenched around his fingers, leaving you trembling all over your body, moaning and panting.

Of course, Dabi decided it was not enough, so he reached his hand down your body to gently rub your clitoris, only to spank it with his heated up fingers a few times.

You bucked your hips more until you squirted all over Shigaraki's face, moaning both their names as if it was the last prayer of your life; your runny juices covered your boss' chin, nose and lips, dripping down his cheek to his chest.

Shigaraki also panted and groaned, the damp stain on his crotch expanding, signaling he just came, too.

Dabi kissed your cheek, glancing down at Shigaraki. "Look at you, boss, getting so turned on by a mere woman. That's surprising," he rose from the couch, adjusting his hardened dick in his pants. "Now excuse me, I'm taking my girlfriend to my room so I can fuck her the way she likes the most," Todoroki easily scooped you up in his arms. "Oh, and thanks for preparing her for me. I appreciate that a lot."

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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The saddest thing that could ever happen to Dabi as an incubus is falling for the human who he has taken their life force multiple times. His favorite human doesn’t have much to live because of him. It also doesn't help that you are already walking on the path to your death because of your sickness. A sickness that is killing you.

There isn't an undo button. He has tried to find one to the point he is more than willing to take other people's lives if it meant for you to live longer and replace the amount of life you had that he has taken from you.

Fate has given Dabi the worst cards as possible.

#dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x plus size reader #dabi x you #touya x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya x reader #toya x reader #todoroki toya x reader #toya x y/n #todoroki touya x reader #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #villains x reader #mha villains x reader

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luxthestrange · 1 month

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BNHA Incorrect quotes#6 Flirt with your dad-

Anti-Hero Y/n who was Touya's friend back UA, Both of you after a fight...but after couple of hours you both got too tired and sat down on a bench and scroll thru your phone for nearby restaurants

Anti-Hero!Y/n: Hey, do you like chicken?

Dabi: Not really...

Anti-Hero!Y/n: And curry?

Dabi: Not much...Maybe let's eat at your place?

Anti-Hero!Y/n: Then you’re not gonna like what I did

Dabi: What? You made chicken curry?

Anti-Hero!Y/n*Showing him a picture of you in bed with a sleeping Enji beside you hugging you from behind* Nah, I f*cked your dad there...

Dadi:...YOU BITCH-

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Anti-hero y/n energy with the todoroki family-

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katbakubae · 1 year

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ARCANE

DabixFem!reader + Slight ShotoxFem!reader

NSFW

Words: 4,917

Warnings: Non-con elements, Dub-con, shameless smut.

You entered the ballroom in your swan mask, smiling at the elegant festivities. The UA staff was brilliant for coming up with the idea to have a UA ball. Well, most of the staff. From the looks of Aizawa sulking in the corner in a plain, black mask…he’d had little to do with this. You chuckled, looking around for your boyfriend, Shoto. It was…odd that he wasn’t at the door, waiting for you. Shoto was, first and foremost, a gentleman. He always was with you. He waited for you, held open doors – touched you as though you were made of glass. He was gentle, and he was sweet.

You smiled when you saw his signature red and white hair across the room. His arms were crossed, his heterochromatic eyes coldly moving over the dance floor, his soft lips pulled into a look of neutrality you haven’t seen in a while. Worry welled in your stomach as you hiked your white dress up and made your way over to him. Had he spoken to his father? That, more than anything, could make Shoto become stoic for a time period as he shut himself down, not wanting to deal with the negative emotions his father swirled up inside of him. You were there to cheer him up in those moments, and you would be this time.

Easily, you moved to the side so you’d come up behind him. You grinned to yourself almost childishly as you slapped your hands over his eyes.

“Guess who?” You whispered in his ear, feeling his body tense in defense for moments, making you frown. You let his eyes go and he whipped around, his eyes burning into you. A frown was on your face as you looked at your boyfriend, a chill going up your spine as he regarded you cooly, his eyes slowly moving over your body. He’d never been so cold with you before, and you immediately felt worried.

What on earth did his father do to him this time?

“Shoto…” you whispered, giving him a concerned look as you reached up and gently cupped his cheek. His eyes watched your hand move all the way there, looking a little alarmed when your hand rested on his skin as you moved closer. “Did your father do something again? Tell me.” You whispered, your brows pinching as your other hand cupped his other cheek. His cold expression didn’t change, but his brows quirked at the mention of his father, making you sigh and shake your head. “I’m sorry for how he treats you, baby. It’ll be okay, we can still enjoy the night.” You said softly, giving him a soft smile.

His eyes were moving all over your face, his nostrils flaring slightly. “You’re sorry for how he’s treated me…” he whispered, making you tilt your head as many emotions seemed to pass through his eyes, though he began speaking again rather quickly, “I’m fine. My father is…” he trailed off, his face remaining cold and his eyes turning glacial for moments, “Don’t worry. Everything is fine.” He assured you in a cool voice, a small smile pulling on his face – but you knew better. It looked strained, almost unnatural on his handsome face. You didn’t want to push him, so you nodded and gave him a soft smile. His eyes flashed as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb, looking over his red tailcoat and black clothing underneath. His tie was also red, along with his vest. It didn’t matter what Shoto was wearing; he always looked ridiculously handsome. The guy could make a trash bag fashionable with that face.

“Well, you look handsome as usual,” you chuckled, tilting your face up towards his, noticing his eyes going wide as you pecked him on the lips. He stared at you, almost in shock. You couldn’t help but to giggle at his expression – Shoto was still surprised when you touched him or wanted him. It was almost as though he was astounded or perplexed by it. Luckily for him, you found it endearing.

“And?” you asked, stepping back and holding his cool hand as he blinked at you, tilting his head slightly.

“And…?” he trailed off, making you huff and jut your lip out.

“My dress! Do you like it?” you asked with a smile, spinning in one circle.

His eyes casually raked over you, snapping up to your face. “You look like a bride,” he commented lowly. “The fabric is nice.”

The fabric was nice? And here I was thinking that he’d gotten better at compliments over the past few months.

“I’m a swan!” you said with a smile, moving back up to him and putting your hands on his shoulders. He was still looking a little impassive as he looked over your face, but that was okay. Perhaps his mood would improve over the evening. “Let’s dance, come on.” You said happily, his eyes going wide as you grabbed his hands and pulled him to the dance floor.

Luckily, slow song was playing, but he was just standing there, his eyes looking off to the side though he wanted to run. He was acting like he did the first time he danced with you. You rolled your eyes and put his hand on your hip. His eyes were wide, his soft lips parting slightly as you closed the distance, pressing your chest into his and putting your spare hand on his shoulder. He was squeezing your hand as you began leading the dance, which wasn’t abnormal as Shoto always wanted you to do what made you most comfortable. His brows pulled down slightly, and you opened your mouth to question him, but he began controlling the dance. A smile curled your lips, but you felt shocked that Shoto was confidentially moving your around the dance floor, leading the dance with smooth movements.

“Oh my, someone’s been practicing,” you raised a brow, impressed, as a smirk curled his lips. It made your heart stutter in your chest.

“So you would say I’m a better dance partner now?” he asked smoothly, making you chuckle lightly.

“Only by a lot,” you said smartly, gasping when he suddenly dipped you, your heart racing as his eyes glittered down at you. There was an almost arrogant smirk on his face as he ripped you up, sliding across the floor with you.

“Did you ask them to play ‘Swan Lake’ or is it just a coincidence?” he asked lowly. You tilted your head, mildly impressed – since when did Shoto know about music, especially classical?

"You know this?" you asked, feeling a little alarmed as the smirk stayed put on his face.

“Hmm, it’s Opus 20 by Tchaikovsky,” he answered smoothly, making your brows shoot further and further up your forehead.

“Interesting, but no, it’s a coincidence,” you smiled, your hand on his shoulder curling around the back of his neck as you fingered his soft hair. “I think I like this side of you, Shoto.” You said suggestively, biting your lower lip as his eyes smoothly slid down to your mouth. His eyes flashed in interest, his gaze darkening.

“And I like this side of you,” he whispered in a low, dark voice, smoothly running his hand from your hip to your ass. He gave a quick squeeze, moving it back to your hip as you gasped, glancing around with a paranoid look.

“Shoto!” you exclaimed lowly – usually, Shoto wasn’t nearly this bold. He was grinning at you in a way that made your stomach warm with carnal promises. “Someone could see. What’s gotten into you?” you asked lowly, but not angrily. In fact, you felt excited. You weren’t sure what was making Shoto suddenly start looking at you with ‘I want to fuck you eyes’, but you were there for it.

“I thought you liked this side of me, baby,” he whispered, swiping his lower lip with his tongue suggestively and cocking his brow as attraction to this new attitude welled up within you. “No one saw, but we could go somewhere where no one will see.” He whispered darkly, squeezing your hip and looking down at you. His eyes were no longer glacial but burning with desire; more than you’d ever seen them do so before. Your breath caught as he continued moving you on the floor, pulling you tightly against his firm body. Shoto was a gentle lover, but now, his eyes were full of dark promise that you hadn’t seen before…and it excited you. You didn’t know what brought this on, but as your stomach curled with anticipation, you didn’t really care.

“But…” you breathed, swallowing thickly as you looked around. “we-we just got here…”

He chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing. “I’d much rather be alone with you, than be here just wishing I was.”

“Since when are you smooth, Todoroki?” you asked, immediately, a playful smile curling on your lips as your heart pounded in your chest. His smirk stayed in place as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Hmmm, what do you say?” he asked, his eyes flashing almost dangerously. You found yourself nodding weakly, your heart hammering as he grinned and immediately began pulling you off the dance floor by your hand.

You looked around as you hurried from the room, making sure no one saw you two leave. He pulled you down the hallway, looking back at you for a moment, his eyes searching.

“Let’s go to your room,” he suggested, circling around you with a smirk. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his face into your neck, inhaling against your skin. “…you smell so good.” He breathed against the column of your throat, his hot breath sending a chill down your spine. You bit your lip, your eyes fluttering as his soft lips trailed sensuously across your skin.

“At-at least…” you groaned as he curled his hands tightly on your hips. “W-wait until w-we get there-ah!” You gasped in surprise when you felt his teeth nip your neck sharply.

“Then lead the way, baby,” his hot breath breathed against your ear, his voice deeper with lust than you’d ever heard it. “Or can you even walk?” He breathed huskily, nipping at your neck again and sliding his hands to your ass.

Goddamn, what’s gotten into him? Part of you wondered if he’d been hit by a lust quirk as you grabbed his hand and you both hurried down the hallway. You were welcome to the change, though. Usually, you were far lustier than Shoto. He just wasn’t an overly sexual person and you’d accepted that, but if he was in the mood to ravish you, then you weren’t about to let that go to waste.

Masquerade ball be damned.

The second you fumbled the door open and went in your room, he slammed the door shut, looking at you darkly. Something in his generally kind gaze set the hairs on the back of your neck up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move away from your boyfriend – your heart was thumping in anticipation, your excitement not letting your mind jump to any conclusions of why he may be acting this way. You watched as he smirked, peeling his jacket off and throwing it over your computer chair.

He began undoing the cuffs of his dress shirt in what seemed to be sensual movements. He slipped the black mask off his face, eyes moving over your body. “Take that dress off,” he commanded in a deep voice, his eyebrow cocking when you hesitated for moments before reaching behind you and unzipping your dress. You felt self-conscious when it fell to the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. His eyes burned down down your body, and you reminded yourself that he’d seen you plenty of times – but this was new. Absurdly, you felt like he hadn’t.

He peeled his shirt off, your eyes taking in his beautifully toned upper body as he charged forward with a heated expression that made your skin tingle. His hands harshly peeled the mask from you face, tossing it aside carelessly. You smiled as he looked over you face, running his knuckles down your cheek for a moment. “…You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said in a low voice, your heart jumping in your chest in happiness. Shoto would compliment you, sure – but you couldn’t recall him doing so so aggressively before. You couldn’t lie, though. You loved it.

His eyes flashed and suddenly, his hands invaded your hair roughly. You gasped as he pulled your head to his, kissing you more fiercely and needily than you ever remember him doing so before. His lips were harsh and demanding, his tongue invading your mouth as though he was trying to devour you whole.

You loved it.

You moaned into his mouth, sliding your fingers into his silky hair and clutching firmly, a groan sounding in his chest. His hands slid down to your back, unclipping your strapless bra and ripping it off. You whimpered against his lips when his rough hands instantly cupped your breasts, weighing them in his palms and groaning into your mouth excitedly. He broke from your mouth, kissing heatedly down your neck and biting your skin as though he wanted to mark you all up as you groaned, shifting your legs.

“Shoto…” you moaned, pulling his hair for moments. He suddenly paused against your neck, breathing heavily against your skin. You yelped when he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you back on your bed, excitement thrummed through you as you looked at him in surprise. His pupils were swollen, his firm chest heaving. There was a large tent in his pants, but his fists clenched at his sides and his jaw locked.

“Sho-“

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed, making your brows raise as he got on the bed, grabbing your panties and ripping them down your legs almost violently as you squeaked in alarm, “Call me babe or baby – I don’t fucking care. But don’t call me that; not right now.” He shoved your legs open, clearly not waiting for a response. Before you could process how weird those words were, he began kissing and biting at your inner thighs, leaving marks like he did on your neck. You whimpered, thrusting your hips up towards him as he held onto your thighs. He chuckled darkly, looking up at you and licking his lower lip.

“Want me to lick your pussy that bad, huh?” He asked in a deep voice, lightly biting your thigh and looking between your legs as you whimpered. “Look how fuckin’ soaked you are, and I haven’t even touched you yet,” He growled, his fingers suddenly running across your soaked folds as you mewled loudly. His fingers expertly stroked your clit softly, pleasure gushing from you as he pressed a finger at your entrance, curling it inside you, “Ugh, so fuckin’ tight. Why didn’t you say you haven’t been fucked properly?” He said through gritted teeth.

“N-no! Y-you’re great!” You gasped out, seeing him roll his eyes uncharacteristically before diving down and taking your clit in his mouth. “Ah! Oh my – fuck!” You gasped, your mouth falling open as he made quick, soft strokes with his tongue. You shot to the edge embarrassingly quickly, his finger curling perfectly inside of you in sync with his tongue. “How – how did you…ohh my fucking god!” You groaned loudly, unable to ask how he got so good at this. You arched your back as your thighs trembled, closing around his head as though he was going to somehow escape. You didn’t ever remember it being this… this good.

He chuckled in amusement against your clit, the vibrations making you roll your hips into his face. He pulled his mouth away, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he licked his lips. “Yeah baby,” he groaned, slowly sinking another finger inside you and pumping them, a squelching noise sounding in the room. “Gonna cum on my face, huh?” He asked darkly, diving back. Your words caught in your throat, a strangled noise leaving your lips as you nodded.

The pressure inside you twisted with an intensity that almost frightened you, pulling you tighter than a bow string as your body tensed up, tethering on the edge. When his teeth scraped against your clit, you were suddenly cumming hard. You cried out loudly, yanking his hair as your body trembled as he lightly licked your overly sensitive nerves.

You vaguely saw him sitting up, licking his wet lips as he started undoing his belt.

“I love you…” you whispered, seeing him pause for a moment, his eyes widening a fraction. His nostrils flared and you gasped when he flipped you over on your stomach, pulling your hips up. He groaned behind you, in what sounded like pain.

“Are you-!” You gasped when his burning hot hand grabbed the back of your neck, pinning your face down to the bed and keeping you from turning around to check on him “Shoto!” You gasped against the bedding, feeling the hot, blunt head of his cock running up and down your folds.

“What. Did. I. Say?”

You froze, your eyes blowing wide at the voice. The voice that was not Shoto’s voice. It was deeper, rougher. Your heart jumped in a panicked rhythm as you felt the unnaturally hot hand on the back of your neck. One of Shoto’s hands was warm, and one was cool…but it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t burning hot like this.

“I was just going to survey the party, you know,” the voice continued as you remained frozen in horror. “But then you had to be all over me like a little fucking slut – how could I resist?” He cooed in a dark voice. “Not to mention how unsatisfied this pussy is.” He chuckled darkly, making you gasp when he tapped his shaft against your wet skin, infuriating you when you throbbed and barely resisted shoving back on him.

“W-where’s Shoto?!” You gasped, terrified that whoever he was, he killed your boyfriend. You tried to struggle, but his hand was too strong on your neck, pinning you to the bed as he grabbed your flailing arms and pinned them in one hand to your lower back.

“The prodigal child is fine,” he hissed. “I just took his form for a little while with the help of someone’s quirk, that’s all. No need to worry your pretty little head. I was hoping it would last long enough to get my dick wet, but you know what?” He said in a dark, toneless voice, “I think I like this better anyway. If you’re scared, just focus on how much your pussy’s dripping for me, yeah?”

“Who are you?!” You cried, trying to ignore the pleasured tremor that went over your body every time his cock slid against your clit. You were gritting your teeth, trying to fight your body’s betrayal as it throbbed for whoever the fuck this was. “Get OFF ME!” you yelled, trying to wiggle away, but he chuckled darkly, easily holding you in place. You could faintly hear music in the distance. Everyone was at the masquerade ball. Who was going to hear you?

“You can call me Dabi, baby.”

Your eyes blew wide in absolute shock. The fire-wielding villain? Before you could process what he said, he shoved into you in one, quick thrust. Your mouth opened and you cried out, the burning stretch different than what you were used to, despite you being extremely soaked. Fuck, his cock was huge.

“Goddamnit, you’re fuckin’ tight,” he grunted as you whimpered, breathing shallowly, tightening your fists in his hold as you felt yourself grip him.

Stop it – no, no, no! Was a useless mantra in your mind. But your eyes rolled when he groaned deeply and began moving his hips, thrusting into you slowly, but strongly.

“Please…” you whimpered, but you weren’t even sure what you were asking for – for him to stop or go faster. Your stomach tightened, your legs quivering as you bit your lip hard, trying to fight your body’s reaction to a criminal. You felt fucking sick, but you couldn’t help it – fuck, why did he feel so good?

You shrieked when the burning hand on your neck moved to your throat, squeezing slightly as he moaned deeply behind you. He pulled your wrists behind your back, pulling you into him sharply. You couldn’t stop it when a moan came from your lips, pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Didn’t expect his girl to be such a fuckin’ slut,” he growled, quickening his pace with a grunt and making your toes curl and tears sting your eyes. The familiar pressure was building inside you, making your mind slip as you began to moan, unable to stop yourself from reacting as pleasure pounded through your veins. You hardly noticed him releasing your wrists and throat, grabbing ahold of your hips and pounding into you. Sweat was pouring down your forehead as you gasped repeatedly, the sound of his hips slapping your ass loud throughout the room – his heavy balls hitting your clit, making you feel like you were grappling with your own sanity.

You shrieked when he suddenly ripped out of you, groaning loudly when you felt movement and hot liquid land in spurts on your ass, making a shiver go up your spine. You were throbbing and clenching – so close and he fucking came – likely on purpose. Tears of frustration and shame burned your eyes as your breathed raggedly.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll fuck you until you cum, hmm?” he asked in a low, dark voice filled with mirth. Anger flared in you, his hand only on one hip as you quickly flipped yourself over, swinging your arm back to punch him in the face. Your eyes registered his scarred skin and azure gaze – his body that was more mature and muscular than Shoto’s; his black, spiky hair was hanging across his glowing eyes…and despite the burns and staples, he was attractive. He caught your fist with one hand, quickly grabbing your other arm and throwing you back on the bed, pinning your arms over your hand with one hand. You struggled, but fuck, he was so strong.

He chuckled, as though you were only amusing. Your eyes trailed down his abs, inhaling sharply when you saw his large cock – it was still hard, and flushed red at the tip. He looked like he hadn’t even came at all. He licked his lips, looking over your body as you hated, absolutely hated, yourself when you felt desire pounding inside of you.

“Fuck you!” you hissed. You didn’t care how fucking bad your stupid body wanted it, you’d be damned if you were going to ask him to fuck you. You thought he’d be mad, but his face remained neutral, his bright eyes blazing and making your heart jump.

“Hmm, I admire your guts,” he said in a low voice, raising his spare hand and making you jump when it erupted in flames. You already knew that the villain, Dabi, had a quirk you couldn’t compete with, “Don’t think your excellent pussy will save you if you push too far, baby.”

You inhaled sharply, pressing your lips together as fear traveled up your spine. His flames extinguished, lowering his lower body against yours. You sharply inhaled, biting your lip when his cock slid against your folds, hitting your swollen clit.

“Heh. Your pussy is quivering for me, and you can’t even fucking admit it, huh?” he said sadistically, running his hand up your stomach and squeezing your breasts hungrily. “He clearly can’t fuck you the way you want. You’re so fucking unsatisfied.” he hissed almost happily, his eyes flashing darkly as you whimpered – his hot fingers tweaking your nipples and teasingly sliding his cock against your folds.

“N-no, S-Shoto’s – ah!” you gasped, throwing your head back when he pushed halfway into you, a sinister smile curling on his face. He rolled his hips, shoving the rest of his cock inside you, his eyes fluttering in pleasure, his scarred face pulling tight.

“You’re a fuckin’ succubus – fuck,” he groaned, beginning to snap his hips into you, picking up his power and speed as his eyes greedily watched your breasts bounce with each harsh thrust. You tried to separate your mind in any way that you could, but he was brushing a spot inside of you that had you whimpering weakly and reluctantly. The pressure was building quickly and as much as you hated it, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked equally handsome and terrifying; alluring yet alarming – his eyes burning brightly as he looked at you like…like you were the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. You couldn’t pull your gaze away, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. His eyes fluttered in pleasure as you moaned, arching up into him as he mumbled “f-fuck…” under his breath, making satisfaction curl inside you at his blissed-out expression from being inside of you.

His reaction was fucking addictive. Shoto gave soft moans that were hot, but this was primal, frantic and borderline barbaric. You’d never been so turned on in your life, though you didn’t have much to compare it to – you’d only ever been with Shoto. You hated – hated – it, but Shoto had never made you feel like this.

He released your wrists, his hands wandering all over your body as you clutched the bedding, arching your back in a cry. He growled, sliding a muscular, scarred arm under your waist and strongly lifting you off the bed. His pace never faltered, and he pumped you into him, as though your body was a flesh light.

“Oh – my god…!” you babbled, throwing your head back at the display of strength. Your legs were moving as he held you up, trying to find purchase on anything as he strongly pulled you into him with a series of grunts and growls. His azure eyes never left you, and when he shifted, thrusting into you particularly violently, pain and pleasure was exploding through your body. His burning hot hand barely slapped on your mouth in time for the scream that left it, as you jerked against him. He groaned, letting your hips fall back on the bed, wrapping an arm your thigh. His thrusts were harsh as he panted, clearly chasing his own release. “I’m gonna cum…shit,” he hissed, tilting his head back, his mouth opening as his thrusts became shaky as less coordinated. “Gonna fuckin’ come in you baby,” he growled, panic and desire flooding your system as you began half-heartedly struggling against him. He easily held onto your thighs, watching as you weakly pushed at his chest. His eyes flashed in excitement, as though your reaction was turning him on more.

You pushed at him uselessly, your body still weak and trembling from your reluctant, mind-blowing orgasm. “N-no, d-don’t!” You gasped when he grabbed your hands again, pinning them over your head. You moaned as his pelvis better hit your overly sensitive clit in this angle. “I have to, baby,” he moaned, looking at your darkly, “gonna take all my cum like a good girl, huh?” He hissed, gripping your wrists tightly as the coil wound in your stomach at his words.

Fuck, you were gonna cum again.

“Shit…fuck, fuck yes, FUCK!” He growled, slamming his hips into you strongly, and you felt hit cock pulsing inside of you. The sensation made you cry out and crash into another orgasm, fluttering around his cock as he groaned, “Fuckin’ hell.” You trembled in his hold, your body exhausted and completely spent as you fell limply against the bed.

He was breathing heavily, looking down at you with a neutral expression, his eyes storming with things you couldn’t identify. However, the reality of the situation began sinking in as tears began building in your eyes. He’d raped you, right? But you’d…you wanted it. The whole time, if you were honest. You knew something was wrong or off about Shoto and you’d ignored it. How could you do that? You knew it wasn’t him, to some degree – yet you…

A choked sob left your mouth, and he rolled his eyes, making you flinch when he got off of you, and you felt him slip out of you. You cringed when you felt his cum run out of you, really making it sink in what you’d just done. He was getting dressed, and you shuffled back on your bed, hugging your knees to your chest. You had to find Shoto; you could explain what happened. What if he lied? What if Shoto was dead?

“I’ll see you soon, babe,” Dabi chuckled darkly, snapping your attention to him. However, he was already turned and exiting your room with a soft shut of your door. You stared at the closed door, tears rolling down you cheeks at the barely veiled threat.

You scrambled off the bed, unsure of what to do, but you knew you had to find Shoto. You paused when you heard screaming in the distance, followed by loud crashes and more screams.

That’s why he was here. They’re attacking UA. A sick feeling curled in your stomach, your limbs shaking as you got dressed to help your friends. Even though you felt like a traitor, you…you were still a hero.

Right?

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❦ LET’S MAKE A MOVIE

“your boyfriend decides that the best way to show others that you’re his is to make a movie with you as the leading actress”

cw: slight dubcon (dabi doesn’t ask the reader before recording, but they’re into it), recording, blowjob, facial, possessiveness, praise, cum eating

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You were a pretty girl, you were going to gain attention. The league didn't have many members—even fewer women—so it wasn't hard for you to stand out effortlessly. You constantly got looks or special treatment, and it was always harmless. When you and Dabi started dating, he loved that everyone wanted you. The thought that he alone got to kiss you had him making out with you in front of the others more than once just to show you off. However, as time went on, Dabi's possessiveness began to overshadow his initial admiration. He started to want more, feeling like he needed to mark his territory and assert his dominance over you.

He just felt like the other guys needed a reminder that you were his.

So when he saw you sitting with Shigaraki, the two of you having lunch, he didn't like how his blood boiled as you giggled at him and let him brush off the crumbs from your mouth that you kept missing. He brushed past the both of you and told you he wanted to see you in your room.

"C'mere, pretty thing." Your boyfriend called. He was sitting on the unmade bed, fingers curled to beckon you over to him.

With a smile on your face, you moved between his open legs, sinking into his touch as his scarred hands traced your body. You didn't react when he slipped under your shorts; you were too focused on the look in his eyes.

"No wonder those bastards can't keep their eyes off you." He muttered, grabbing the flesh of your ass under your clothes. You rested your hands on his shoulders, knowing what he was alluding to but not giving it much thought.

"You know I'm yours, right?" You said, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Of course I do." He pulls you closer to him, making you trip and stumble into his chest. "But I want the others to know too."

You felt a mix of excitement and hesitation as he spoke those words. It was clear that he wanted to stake his claim on you, but a part of you wondered if it was necessary for others to know about your relationship. Nonetheless, you couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through you as he pulled you closer, making it clear that he wanted everyone to see that you were his.

"And what do you propose?" You hummed, your voice laced with curiosity. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind. You two weren't proper by any means, but there were quite a few things you could think of that made your cheeks heat up. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he leaned in, whispering a command that sent a shiver down your spine.

"On your knees."

You obeyed easily; the thrill of his dominance always sent a rush of excitement through your body. But you were not granted any praise, as he smiled darkly at you. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer to his legs, his jeans having formed a slight tent.

You can't help the grin you give as you get to work undoing his pants.

He sighed as you pulled down the zipper.

"Don't even have to tell you what I want, baby; you're so good to me."

You feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at his words, knowing that you have pleased him without him even having to ask. All you want is to continue to do that.

As you slowly slide his pants down, revealing his growing excitement, a surge of arousal courses through your veins. The intensity of the moment fuels your determination to exceed his expectations and leave him breathless with pleasure.

Massaging at the bulge in his boxers, you revelled in the sounds he made and brought down your lips to leave wet kisses through the fabric. You can feel his body tense with anticipation as you tease him, making him yearn for more. With each kiss, you can sense his desire building, and it only fuels your own eagerness to satisfy him completely.

After soaking him through, you eagerly grasped at his briefs and pulled them off, wanting to put your mouth to good use. As you freed him from his constraints, his hardened length sprang free, glistening with anticipation. Your tongue traced along the throbbing vein, eliciting a low moan from him that fueled your hunger even more. The addictive taste of him on your lips only intensified your eagerness to bring him to the brink of ecstasy, making your eyes nearly roll back at the mere thought. You continued to trace every inch of his heavy and pulsating cock, savouring the intoxicating mixture of his desire and your spit. With each gentle flick of your tongue, his hisses grew harsher, driving you to push him further towards pleasure just to hear his praises. The electrifying feeling between you fueled a hunger that could only be satisfied by taking him deeper into your mouth, but before you could take more of him, he stopped you.

⁠⁠⁠⁠With a whimper, you looked up at him, your doe-like eyes coming to rest on his phone instead of his beautiful face. Confused, but not wanting to take him out of your mouth, you hummed, wanting an answer.

His hand came up and rested atop your head, and you closed your eyes to relish the touch.

"Don't worry about this, pretty girl," your boyfriend cooed, "just put on a show for your audience."

The camera picked up on the glitter in your eyes upon your realization of what was going on. You felt a surge of excitement as you realized that you were being filmed, adding an extra layer of thrill to the situation. The thought of performing for an audience ignited a newfound confidence within you as well as neediness, making you shift in an attempt to feel some friction on your pussy.

"Make it messy, baby." He told you, and you went to work.

As you started to move, your body responded to the command, fueled by a mix of anticipation and desire. The camera captured every moment, intensifying the adrenaline rushing through your veins. With each deliberate motion, you pushed yourself further, embracing the freedom of expression and the intoxicating power of being watched.

You willed yourself to dribble more spit onto his cock, mixing it with his salty precum and creating a slick lubrication for your mouth to slide on. As you slowly coaxed him to the back of your throat, you kept eye contact with the camera above you, feeling a sense of liberation and exhilaration. The camera's presence heightened your desire to showcase your uninhibited passion, knowing that every movement and expression would be immortalized on film for an unknown audience to witness.

The hand at the back of your head applied pressure, forcing your nose into his pubic hair and the tip of his cock against the back of your throat. You let out a small choke, not having breathed before you took him all the way, but the smile he gave you made it worth it.

"Such a good girl," he groaned, "want me to fuck your throat?"

Your eyes lit up, and you eagerly nodded.

Touya quickly adjusted himself, bringing your beautiful face into focus on the camera and securing the hand cradling your head. Slowly, he peeled you off his dick, leaving the tip between your soft lips as drool fell. Then he slammed you back down without warning, causing you to choke audibly, but he continued on. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed you, but the trust and connection between you and Touya fueled your desire to please him. As he relentlessly pushed you to your limits, a mix of pleasure and pain coursed through your body, heightening the experience beyond words. You found yourself grinding against the floor, searching for your own release, desperate for the climax that was building within you just from being used by your boyfriend. Every thrust from Touya sent waves of ecstasy through your being, pushing you closer to the edge. The room filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts—a symphony of lust and appetite. You surrendered completely to the man above you, even as tears pricked at your eyes and your face heated up from a lack of oxygen. It was pure bliss to be the object of his desire and to feel his power over you.

You sniffled, trying desperately to catch your breath but not wanting Touya to stop. You clung onto him, craving more of his intoxicating touch and the overwhelming pleasure it brought. As your body trembled with anticipation, you silently prayed that he would continue to take you to new heights of ecstasy, even if it meant sacrificing a momentary respite for the sake of his unyielding dominance.

But then he stopped. Your heart sank as you looked up at him for an answer.

Touya's thumb came to the corner of your mouth and stroked it affectionately—the same spot where Shigaraki had cleaned the crumbs off you. He cooed.

"Poor baby, you want me to stop?" He asked, and you whimpered wantonly, shaking your head as your tears coated your lashes before you looked up into the camera. The worst thing he could do to you at the moment would be to take himself away from you.

"That's my girl." He said and continued to fuck your face.

Your eyes rolled back in bliss, your mind consumed by pleasure as you surrendered completely to his control. Every thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in the ecstasy of it all.

As the noises he made grew in urgency, you could tell that he was coming to his high. The sound of his ragged breaths and the tightening grip on your hair indicated his impending release, and you eagerly welcomed it.

"Lemme paint your pretty face, sweetheart." He gasped, and you released him from your mouth.

Touya grasped his cock, stroking it vigorously as he aimed for you. The anticipation built as you closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue obediently, ready to feel his release on your skin. The moment his warm cum splattered across your face, a mix of satisfaction and exhilaration washed over you, making you feel on cloud nine.

Without touching anything, you blinked up at him, waiting for him to tell you how good you were. All he could muster, though, was a groan.

The look you gave him was downright pornographic: cum covering your face, tears staining your lashes, and red cheeks as you heavily caught your breath. He couldn't help but swipe at that same corner of your lip, collecting his cum and pushing it into your mouth, where you sucked it off.

"Good fucking girl." He breathed.

A few minutes later, after he cleaned you up and let you cuddle into him to fall asleep, he started scrolling on his phone. Knowing exactly who he wanted to see the video first, his thumb lingered over a specific contact.

Not even a minute later, Shigaraki sent him a reply, and Touya smirked at the

fuck you.

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