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talasweebshit · 7 months
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Satoru was so dilf in this episode
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satoru is SHIT at flirting and i know it
like he could easily make people swoon when he doesn’t try but the second he decides ‘yeah i have feeling for u’ all his game goes down the drain
he uses stupid pick up lines and stuff on u but always manages to mess them up so they never actually work
“satoru where are you? shoko said the meeting was at 5:30” you asked, phone pressed to you cheek as you continued to look for the sorcerer.
“sorry I’m just lost” he pauses, a smile on his face, his confidence through the roof as he open his mouth again, “lost in those eyes of yours.”
silence.
“satoru we are on the phone”
he is absolutely mortified and debates on just completely giving up, but it’s when he’s unaware of his actions and just being himself that he finds you staring at him a bit longer, giggling at his words and blushing.
satoru is shit at flirting, but god is he a natural fucking charmer
he’s holding the door open for you, offering to walk you home, listening to you talk, watching your favorite shows with you and remembering your favorite things. he picks flowers for you and gives them to you, pays for your lunch anytime you guys are together, he’s always making you laugh and giggle even when he’s feeling like shit.
he’s the kind of guy to always brush hands with you when you’re walking next to each other, he’s holding your things for you, texting you and sending you things you’d find funny or that remind him of you, complimenting you constantly but not in a weird way
he’s the kind of bad flirting that hears you mention you like something and then he’s like “oh me too!” without missing a beat but he’s actually never consumed a single piece of media of the thing ur talking about and spends all night learning abt it in case you ever bring it up again
he once asked you if you could help him study before an exam and when he realized that you knew much less than him he ended up teaching you. he was sure his luck had ran out and he had fumbled extremely hard.
“toru! i passed!” you grinned, holding the paper in front of his face. the 90 written in red ink in the top right corner made his lips curl into a smile, grinning right back at you.
“i told you that you’d do great! I’m proud of you” he smiles, not expecting your arms to be thrown around his neck, squealing softly as you pull him into a hug.
you’re only giving him half a second to process what’s happening when your lips find his cheek, your heart racing and you’re hoping that shoko really did know gojo as much as she claimed to.
satoru is stunned, his face is red and his ears are burning and he should probably close his mouth or actually say something before all his efforts are washed away.
“haha cool” is all he stutters out, he’s cringing insanely hard and subtly pinching himself when you’re staring up at him with nervous eyes.
“yeah cool,” you mumble, already turning on your heel read to lock yourself in your room when he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest.
“can i kiss you?” he whispers, your faces mere inches apart, your small nod is all he needs before he’s crashing his lips onto yours, smiling into the kiss because holy shit i fucking made it.
when he’s pulling away from you he has this silly little grin on his face, clearing his throat before finally speaking up.
“I’m really glad you passed” he says, you can’t help but want to tear your hair out, what happened to the satoru that could make any girl swoon?
it’s not until after the two of you start dating that he’s back to normal, using every pick up line in the book (correctly this time) and making your blush like it was his job. he’d make you stutter and roll your eyes, so naturally flirting with you.
you would always make fun of him and ask where this was when he was crushing on you, he’d only get extremely red and start pouting, saying he was just too embarrassed because he thought you’d reject him.
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Mating press and breeding kink with alucard 👉👈🥺
Hueuhuheuehu >:3c
(Authors note: it’s been so long since i wrote anything i feel like this sucks im sorry 😭anyway CW: BREEDING KINK, ALUCARD HAS BABY FEVER IN THIS ONE Y’ALL)
he's ruthless the way he folds you in half, alabaster hands cuffed into the back of your knees holding them to your heaving chest. usually alucard likes to hold himself as a much more, elegant lover. likes to take you apart piece by piece till your wailing, press his body to yours till melting into each other. but now how he takes you is hard and rough, burrowing thrusts that steal the breath from your lungs with every roll of his hips. 
he’d be lying if he said he didn’t know what exactly came over him, a visit to trevor and sylpha celebrating the recent birth of their daughter ana. the sight of you holding the quiet babe to your bosom while their older son fredric pulled at your skirts begging to be replace his infant sister had tickled something in him. the thought of his, your, own children replacing the kids holding your attention made his cock twitch in his trousers. it wasn’t long before he was hastening the visit gently reminding you of work that needed to be done at his castle. the two of you had barely made it through the doors of your looming home before he pounced you, dragging you away to one of the many rooms you had. clothes were quickly shredded to scraps, too much eagerness to wait to have them off he needed your body under him now.
 he couldn't help himself, already imagining your belly growing with proof of your child, your breasts swelling with milk the closer you got to your due date. he was ravenous grabbing any part of you he could as he wrangled your body into his desired position. your gleaming cunt winked up at him already glistening in arousal at his ministrations. usually he would feast upon you, drag his tongue through your folds till you cried for mercy before slowly sliding into you. but he couldn’t wait, would make it up to you later, he thought as he tapped the just pink head of his cock to your sopping cunt and pressing in.
“a-alucard,” you moaned his name breathlessly, fingers coming to tangle in his blond tresses as a pair of cold lips pressed to your breasts. you’d never seen him this way, never felt him this way. it was if he sought to make the head of his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust, you swore you could feel him in your stomach, grinding up your guts to make room for him.
“i want one, one of us,” he grunted dragging his tongue to your jugular and suckling at your speeding pulse. fingers came between you to rub circles on your clit and you choked at the tingling pleasure running up your spine.
“what-what are you-one want,” you said struggling to string together a coherent sentence as the tightness in your gut pulled close, eyes beginning to cross at the impending orgasm.
“a- baby!” he moaned out the last word, drooling as your climaxing cunt spasmed around him, milking his cock. his hands left the back of knees letting them fall onto his shoulders, his pale claws  ripped into the bedding by your head as he managed to press himself deeper still, ignoring your babbling of feeling to full.
“want a baby with you love,” he grunted golden eyes wild with want “ want a tiny wailing little thing to raise, gonna give you one, as many as you want!”
“a-a baby?,” you warbled only able to repeat from him as he fucked you back into that state of pre-orgasm nearly seconds after the last one. 
“yess, gonna fill you up with me, fill this pretty pussy up till your fat with my kids, till your tits leak milk for them my little incubusss,” his mouth wrapped around your bouncing tit sucking harshly on the pebbled nipple and you screamed, dull nails digging wherever you could reach, deep into the ivory skin pulled taught over the muscles rolling in his back. he pulled away gasping nearly as hard as you were before switching to your other breast and lavishing it with the same treatment.
it didn’t take long for you to cum, not with the way he was thrusting into the gummy catch of your cervix, pale happy trail tickling your clit as he kept you trapped in his mating press. you wailed cunt spasming around his cock once more, crying as you came again far too soon for the pleasure to be anything less than overwhelming. the feel of you clenching pussy was enough to drag him to orgasm as well, thrusting once, twice, before he spilled inside you the warm sensation running up you. 
for a moment you laid there breathless, a tangle of sweaty limbs, with your legs dangling uselessly over his now sticky back. alucard heaved himself off of you, using his dhampir strength to hold you down when you weakly tried to sit up, simply rolling the two of you onto your sides staying inside of you. he kissed the damp skin of your forehead before giving a slow roll of his hips chuckling at your weak mumbles of objection.
“sorry, sorry love,” he sighed massaging tender circles into your waist “just need to make sure it sticks,”
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Me and Baji?
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Smash
your discord pfp and your tumblr pfp are locked in a room together. what happens?
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talasweebshit · 1 year
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something about women with traditionally "male" titles like sir/prince/king/etc really does something to me.
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PyroPact-DabixSerial Killer!Reader
Bro, I literally hate this but idk. Prolly gonna do a part two cause I wanted to do more but not yet y'know?
Anywayssss this is for @bunnywritesbnha 's 2021 Halloween Collab. Hopefully its okay? Happy early Halloween!
No I have no clue how to even do fuckin tumblr post fics but oh well. Here's to my first fic on here!
Dialogue Prompts: "There's something wrong with me." and  "You look so pretty covered in blood."
AU: Serial Killer Reader
Characters: Dabi X Reader + slight Toga, Twice, Shigaraki, Hawks/Keigo and some ex Rumi Usagiyama(Mirko) but more mentions and flashbacks than anything rn
WC: 7522
MDNI, TW/CW: Choking, hair pulling, wing-play?, slight stalker type shit?, serial killer reader so idk kinda bloody gory type stuff kinda? but definitely bloody, fire-play, mental illness, flashbacks, toxic themes in general yk?, smut and smut and smut and creampie, rough sex, biting, scratching, slight bondage ig?, slight breeding kink maybe? idk, begging, the good crying, belly bulge shit, lower piercings, bruising/marking, mention of Dabi's real name, cockwarming?, and thievery of Dabi's poor jacket butttt yeah I thinkkkk that's it?? lemmie know if I forgot anything...
"So what do you wanna join us for anyways?" Shigaraki asks, narrowing his eyes curiously. You shrug your shoulders, staring at him lazily, "I'm bored. And Twice and Toga said I should. I mean it's not like I've got much else to do anymore besides run from heroes and cops...", you mutter, rolling your eyes as you glance around the room. You ignored some of their stares while Shigaraki conversed with Twice and Toga. He seemed to want to know where and how they met you and why he should let you join. Toga of course beamed about how she liked you because you cut people and Twice said you needed somewhere to belong just like he did— even if you were crazy like him, if not crazier. Shigaraki seemed to think about it for a moment before finally looking at you again. "Prove it.", he said, slightly narrowing his eyes. You blinked at him unsure of what he meant. "Huh? What do yo—" "Prove you're useful. This isn't just some club you know? I want your loyalty and I don't need or want even that if you're not strong." He stated, all emotion gone from his face and his voice. You watched the others look at him with confused expressions. "I don't get it. What exactly does she have to do? Why do you seem so suspicious huh?" You looked over to see it was actually scarface dude that spoke up. The others seemed to agree as well. Maybe this isn't the usual routine for adding new members? "She used to date a top hero remember? Just her being here is risky. And she might not even be that strong. So she can at least prove her worth to us. I mean she doesn't seem to care either way anyways.—" "You're right. I don't. I didn't come here for a job interview and if I wanted to be questioned or under suspicion for something I would've just turned myself into the cops or my ex.", you mutter glaring at him now. You honestly hated it when people mentioned Rumi. Just thinking about her pissed you off to your core. And it's not that you hadn't loved her because you truly did, but that's why you felt like you hated her so damn much now. No one had ever hurt you as deeply as she had. You understood why but that didn't mean you had to care. And if you were really being honest, you were angry with yourself too. But right now all that rage was turned toward the crusty motherfucker right in front of you. How dare he judge you? When it was clear that he needed you more than you needed him? Fuck this! You noticed Scarface straightening himself up and staring you down. "Is there a problem?", he questioned, narrowing his eyes a bit. You could sense a threat there despite the fact that he sounded quite calm. "There shouldn't be. Not for me anyway. Good luck to you all with whatever you're doing here but I'm out and I doubt any of you will survive long without me sooo byee!", you mock, before turning on your heel and walking out. Twice tries to convince Shigaraki to consider easing up a bit and Toga tries to convince you to stay, but once you get in plain sight she backs off and heads back to the others. You spend the rest of the day wandering around and ducking away from cops and heroes before making your way into a small restaurant. The clock read about 1 am and there were only about five people still there. One of them was alone and reading and the rest were on their dates and in their own little worlds. You tried to ignore them as you sat down, keeping your face hidden in your long hair and hoodie. It was a bit painful to see them together. Seeing them in those repulsing honeymoon stages reminded you of Rumi. She loved going to places like this with you. Small places with hardly any people, late at night, just you too. No paparazzi, hardly any fans and really good food. You two used to be so simple like that. Sometimes you'd even just stay in at your place and cuddle with snacks, make childish food structures, or pillow and sheet forts, watch movies and sometimes dance and listen to music. Rumi loved dance parties with you because even though she was used to having to be good at everything, you didn't mind when she was goofy and even borderline bad at
dancing— in fact, you loved it because you thought you were a horrible dancer so you felt even like that and you thought she was adorable. Still do... "Hello. May I take your order or do you need more time?", a voice asked. It snapped you out of your flashbacks just enough to pay attention to her, and honestly scared you a bit until you realized it was just the waitress. You glanced over at her a bit, the dark feeling boiling inside you as you do. She was quite pretty, seemed tired which wasn't surprising given how late she was working and her nametag said "Ichika". For a moment you thought about just ordering some food and leaving when you were done. But wheres the fun in that? "On the ground now.", you mutter, smirking to yourself a bit. She blinks at you, shaking her head in confusion. "Excuse me?" You stand up and remove your hood, finally revealing your face to her. She instantly recognizes you and stares at you in horror. "I said get on the fucking ground! Now!", you demand, loud enough for everyone to hear but not entirely yelling yet. As soon as the others saw who you were everyone in the room was kneeling to you. Well, almost everyone. The other woman that was there by herself had stood up but refused to comply. "Are you deaf?!", you demanded, narrowing your eyes almost dangerously. To your surprise, she actually returned the same stare with daggers in her eyes. "No. But I'm not about to listen to some psycho, criminal like you." She replied, almost too calm for your liking. Too smug. It reminded you a bit of Rumi. When the two of you had looked at each other just like this. Argued like this too. Although at the time you didn't feel as homicidal about it all but still.
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"Who the hell do you think you are huh? I said I'm fine!", she'd argued. "And I said shut up and let me do my damn job cause you're hurt!", you ordered, raising your voice a bit. It was clear that Rumi was surprised you'd snapped back like that but you had no idea back then what an effect that first argument would have on your life, and even if you had you probably still would have done things the same. Traitor or not she was the best thing that had ever happened to you. "Fine... Whatever. Just get it over with... Please.", she'd muttered, almost shy now. Still hostile but much shyer. "Jeez if I had known this volunteer work would get me treated like this I would've done it for cash only...", you mutter, clearly irritated with her. But she surprisingly stayed silent the rest of the time and let you bandage up her wounds. She was honestly still pretty new to the whole pro hero thing and so she was still really bad at knowing her limits. But somehow you had no problem forcing her to recognize them. She'd been hurt much worse by worse people but you still made her sit there and let you take care of her. From then on she'd demanded to have you as her only medic- and who were you to deny a top hero some treatment? Especially when she was asking specifically for you? Eventually, after about ten times patching her up from even the smallest of injuries, the two of you began hanging out outside of that. It started with the running into you during grocery shopping. She had insisted she help you carry it all home and then come in and put it all away. You then had her come for dinner the next day as a way of thanking her. And then you two began going for groceries together all the time. And you were the only one she had giving her medical treatment. And every time she helped you with groceries she stayed for dinner, even spent the night a few times. Within a month the two of you were pretty much best friends. Within two you were both praying the other felt the same. Rumi was of course the first to push your relationship past friendship. She was the bravest of you two. And she had it easiest. She already knew you liked women since you'd told her about your ex-girlfriend, but you had no clue if she even liked people at all like that so you were scared shitless she wouldn't share your feelings. But before you knew it she was demanding to know if you liked her as more than a friend- in the middle of a grocery store actually. The media was there in minutes so you immediately rushed her out to your car to talk privately. She had to yell at you to stop speeding when you'd begun driving off. "Hey! Knock it off! You're gonna get a ticket and you haven't even answered me yet!" She scolded. You took a deep breath and yelled back: "What does it matter to you how I feel anyway?" You demanded, angry at her for embarrassing you like that and still caught off guard a bit. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?", she asked, calmer but slightly hurt, "I care about you...", she added, voice cracking a bit now. You slammed a foot down on the breaks and stared at her in shock for a minute, unsure how to respond just yet. "I... um...", you closed your eyes, working up a bit of courage before finally blurting it out, "I think I kinda love you/like you as more than a friend maybe!", you confessed, face red with embarrassment. You both took a minute to let it sink in before nodding to one another, and you finally started the car again and drove off to nowhere. From then on the two of you were different together. Rumi had quickly worked up the nerve to kiss you within the week, and you demanded she take you out instead of just dinner at your place. She obviously agreed and couldn't wait to spoil you and brag to the world that you were all hers. She was very possessive like that. If a fan looked at you the wrong way she'd make sure they'd never see you up close again, if the paparazzi got too close you'd have to hold her back from breaking their equipment, and when your ex tried to contact you she made damn sure she knew who you belonged to. Rumi
was the toughest woman you'd ever met and you loved her to death, but despite her reputation, she was a real softy with you. As much as she loved showing you off she also loved the simple things too. You always teased and said she was a real bunny plushie with you. And she was. Cuddles were required and always immaculate, kisses were perfect and loving, and she cherished your presence whenever possible. She was a hero so she wasn't as available as most people but she made the most of every second with you and vice versa. That was why it hurt so bad when she-
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"P-please! Please don't hurt us! I-I have a family! I just wanna go home! We won't tell anyone! P-promise!" You blinked, suddenly ripped from your loop of flashbacks and painful thoughts. You were still in the restaurant, a blade in hand while the waitress in front of you begged for her life. She was the one that reminded you of Rumi, the one that caused the damn flashback in the first place. For a second you looked around and took in your surroundings, and it became clear why her attitude was so different all of the sudden. There were only two of them left. Apparently, you'd killed the other three already. One was in pieces and the other two had been burned and had their throats slit open. They were bleeding out on the floor and really making quite a mess. You couldn't seem to remember doing any of that though. You were too stuck in flashbacks to realize what you were doing. It was all blank for you. "Please... Why are you doing this to us?" You turned and saw one of the male customers sobbing at you. Pussy... "Because. I feel like it." You answered quietly. Despite how broken your voice sounded, he could find no trace of human emotion in your eyes. They looked empty, and it terrified him. You began running a finger along your blade, letting the edge cut the tip of your index finger, not too deep, but enough to bleed. You glanced at the two of them through long lashes and considered how to go about this. You could leave the woman alive and kill the man. Maybe cut him too? Or burn? Or maybe you'd make her do it as a sick game. Then leave her to live with it. You smirked at them as you decided to go with that idea. It seemed like a fun way to end the night. "Okay look, Ichika, I'll make ya a deal yeah?" You offer calmly. She stares at you, eyes wide with fear but still tinted with hope now. "Y-yeah? What is it? I'll- I'll do anything! Really!", she tells you, begging all the way and hoping to god you'd spare her. You could practically hear her silent prayers from where you stood with the way her hands quivered in front of her and her head slightly tilting to look up with closed eyes whenever she thought you weren't paying attention. "Kill him. Kill him and you live.", you tell her, holding out a knife for her to take. She looks at the blade before carefully blinking at you in silence for a minute. "Did you hear me?", you ask. She blinks again, dread sweeping over her. "Wha... huh? You want m-me to..." "Kill him. Now. Or you both die.", you repeat, getting more and more impatient. She began sobbing again as she considered. She could tell you were dead serious, she just wasn't sure if she could trust you or not to keep your word on this. She was trying to make up her mind when the man stood up and quickly bashed a chair into the back of her head. You were a bit shocked he'd done anything at all but when he looked up at you with a desperate smile it seemed to make sense. "There! I- I did it! I killed her so I can go now right? Right?" He asked, begging you to tell him he could. You honestly almost laughed at how pathetic he was. You nodded to the girl who was still struggling on the floor, drenched in her own blood. "She ain't dead yet actually." You teased. He frowned and looked down at her, his eyes welling with tears as she begged him not to hurt her, begged you to save her and begged God to forgive her. You couldn't help but chuckle in amusement as he took your knife from you. "I'll finish her off then...", he whispered. You simply nodded and began activating your quirk as you watched him put her out of her misery.
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"What the hell was that all about?" You blinked a few times and looked around for whoever had spoken. You saw you were back outside, watching the restaurant burn down as the man inside screamed for mercy as he burned to death. Your clothes were a little burnt and you were drenched in blood. You watched as the scar-faced guy from the league stepped out from the shadows, his curious eyes swimming over you. "Huh?", you ask. He chuckles a bit and steps closer to you. "You're pretty out of it huh?", he questions, taking in your dazed state. You looked almost high. He couldn't help but wonder about some of the details of your quirk. "What was that?" You shrug your shoulders and start to walk away from him. "Don't worry about it. Just don't fuckin snitch or I'll kill you too.", you threaten. "Do I look like a snitch?" "No, you look like someone who isn't minding their own business though." He laughs at your response and begins following you, slowly, cautiously, but still keeping close enough to not need to speak too loudly. "So is that your quirk? Turn into a freakin' demon-thing, hmm?" He teases. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you turn to look at him. "What do you want?" "Tell me your quirk." "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.", you counter. He seems to consider for a moment before nodding. "Okay,", he lights up a blue fist of flames and waves it around a bit for effect, "I don't think I need to give you much more than that do I? Unless you want me to burn ya..." "And your name?" "You can call me Dabi." You tilt your head. "That's not your real name though?" "Does it matter?", he asks. You shrug. "Guess not.", you sigh and nod back to the burning restaurant, "My quirk is called Pyromaniac. When I activate it my wings light up with white-hot flames and I can control fire. But... as you saw I kinda lose my shit. Using it strips away my overall sanity and while I'm using it I don't really have any at all." He nods, understanding what he'd seen a bit more now. "Were you watching me in there?" You ask. He shrugs. "Yeah. For a bit. Seemed interesting I guess ya know?" You roll your eyes and continue walking away from him. "So white flames huh? What about those wings? They're still there.", he asks, noticing you were trying to hurry out of sight before someone showed up for the fire. "They stay all the time. It's a mutation. I used to tell people that's all there was to my quirk." "Is that what you told her?" You know he's referring to Rumi. You almost turn around and hit him, but you could hear commotion not far off where the burning building you'd left was, and you were too tired to bother fighting him, the cops and whatever heroes had shown up. "Fuck off. If I see your face again, I'll kill you myself." You threaten, glancing back at him dangerously before flying off into the darkness, leaving him surprisingly intrigued.
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"This was her huh?" Mirko sighed and nodded, refusing to look up from the files. "Yeah." "You know, I think she's too far gone Usagi... They'll lock her up for good now. They may even use lethal force if she keeps this up-" "I know that okay! I know... I just... Look I'll catch her alright?", she pauses, setting down the files to finally look Keigo in the eyes, "I'll stop her. I will.", she promises. He nods, seeing how badly she wanted to mean that. "Okay."
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Despite your previous warning, Dabi couldn't seem to get you out of his head. He felt almost like he had to see you again. He spent every patrol and outing secretly looking for you in the shadows, hoping desperately to get a glimpse of those white flames again. There were a few nights where he got lucky enough to. He didn't ever approach you, just made his presence known. And although you saw him, and remembered what you'd told him, you made no move to hurt him in any way. But on one particular night, you both were feeling a little too bold. You'd been cornered by some cops in a parking garage and they'd mentioned Rumi just a little too much. He watched you burn them all slowly after cutting them all up to your liking. Technically they would've died in minutes from blood loss, but you felt there was something almost poetically insane about burning them in the end. It matched the fiery heartbreak they'd enflamed. You felt like they'd almost asked to die in such a way. Dabi watched the whole massacre, smiling wildly the whole way through. He watched as you became even more frustrated when the job was finally done, clearly not satisfied yet. Still in pain. He tried to figure out what was going on in your head as he watched you get thrown into more flashbacks of Rumi.
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"You know I love you right? Forever. Like for real.", she'd told you. You smiled, genuinely happy in that moment as you cuddled into her, wrapping the both of you in your wings, just the way she liked it. "I know. And I love you too. So, so much." "Forever?", she asked, her ears adorably perking up like they did every time you told her that. "Forever.", you promised. And you always did keep your promises to her...
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"Y-Y/n...?" You jumped when you heard her voice, turning around to face her, blood still dripping from your skin. You knew it wasn't yours- so did she. "Rumi? What are you doing here? I... You're supposed to be in a meeting...?" You couldn't seem to figure out how she was here. You'd been so careful to hide it, for her sake. You knew she wouldn't like it, but her reaction was worse than you would have guessed. "I... I was sent to follow some clues... The meeting was to discuss some murders... They- they wanted me to help the police track a possible s-serial killer... Are... Baby, please tell me you're not...?", she sobbed, begging you with brokenhearted eyes not to be who they had sent her after. She could clearly see the massacre before her and you were clearly the one that did it but she could not bear the thought of you being like this. You would never lie to her like that right? Never hurt anyone that badly? And you certainly wouldn't force her into such a position... right? "Rumi... I... I can explain... This is... I can't help it okay? I-I just- it's what I do okay? But these guys deserved it! Promise! But I love you more than anything okay? And I will never, ever let anything bad ever happen to you! You understand that right? I mean I love you so much and you still love me too don't you?", you asked, voice cracking as you see the way she looks at you, "Right?", you cry, hoping she agrees, hoping she kisses you and tells you she still loves you anyway, that things will stay normal between you two and she won't tell anyone about this. But she backs away from you, horror and pain swimming in her gorgeous eyes. "How could you? I loved you... You knew I was a hero, you...", she pauses, blinking back more tears as you see her expression harden. You've never seen her so emotional but it didn't last long, "You're a monster.", she finishes, getting into a fighting stance as she calls for backup on her communicator. And just like that, without even realizing it, she ripped your heart straight out of your chest.
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You suddenly notice the sound of alarms and sirens as you snap out of it. You're covered in burns and blood as you stand outside yet another burning building, the flames always belonging to you. I should really get the hell out of here... You run in the opposite direction of the sirens and when you make it to a safe-seeming abandoned building you accidentally come crashing right into Dabi the second you open the door. He knew you'd come here to hide, and if he was being honest he was kind of proud that he was right. He held you in place as you tried to pull away from him and you shivered at his intimidating gaze. "W-what are you doing here?" You asked, your voice sounding quieter and less angry than you meant it to. He found it adorable how shy you seemed all of the sudden and couldn't help but smirk down at you. "Those cops really pissed ya off huh?", he teased, finally releasing you from his hold to close the door. You stepped away from him to look around and catch your breath. "Stalking me are you?", you mutter, glaring over your shoulder at him. He stares at you for a moment, just drinking up the sight of you before finally speaking. "That's a bit harsh of a word for it but sure, stalking works too I guess." He jokes, stepping closer till you could feel his warm breath on your neck, "Why do you kill? For fun? For a purpose?", he turns you around to face him, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes, "Or is it just your nature?", he asks, staring right through you. You sigh, too tired to answer such a complicated question right now. "Why are you here Dabi?" He smiles, pushing some blood-soaked hair behind your ear. "Because," he starts, finally taking a step back to look at you some more, "You look so pretty covered in blood...", he confesses, seeming lost in thought. You feel how genuine his words are, unsure how to react to it. "So?", he asks again, "Why do you kill?" He watches the emotions bubble up and then completely disappear from your face before you answer. "Because there's something wrong with me. And it can't be fixed.", you tell him, fooling no one with that answer. You had finally looked him in the eyes on your own though, the shyness from before totally gone and replaced with a new fire he'd not yet had the pleasure of seeing before. Dabi honestly feels almost confused as a slight smirk spreads across your face. "Those scars of yours must hurt pretty bad huh?", you ask. He wonders if you're going to kill him now. "They aren't too bad. As long as I distract myself from the pain. Why?" "So do you need a distraction right now?" Dabi was by no means an expert on being hit on, and he certainly was not an expert on how to read you, he never had and never would, claim to be. But in that moment, he clued in immediately; You were obviously coming onto him. Despite the many mixed signals thrown around between the two of you since he'd first saw you, you so very clearly wanted him right now. "You sure?", he asks, smirking down at you as he makes his way closer again. You scoff and roll your eyes at him, removing your partially burned jacket. "What are you some fucking hero? Just shut the fuck up and get that stupid ass jacket of yours off, before I change my mind." You threaten. He immediately complies, removing both his jacket and his shirt in a hurry before grabbing you by the throat and pushing you against the wall. He used just enough force to both keep you in place and give you a reason not to move. You received the message clearly and looked his body up and down, pleasantly surprised at everything you saw. He was in better shape than you thought, and you now took the time to notice how he smelled with how close he was again. He smelled like aftershave and burnt wood mixed with blood and liquor. If you were being honest you didn't really mind. Most people would be turned off by the smell of blood but you kind of liked it, and you really weren't in a position to talk much. As he got even closer the smell of blood and liquor got stronger and you could smell his skin burning but not nearly as
much as you would have thought. "Listen I know you've got quite the damn mouth on ya, but you're gonna need to behave for me, or there will be consequences got it?", he rasps, licking below your ear to make you shiver. "Got it.", you whisper, your insides burning with desire as you anticipate what you've gotten yourself into. But Dabi feels it. He can feel it practically radiating off of you and it makes him harder than he even thought possible. He watches you bite your lip and can't help but grind into you, the bulge in his jeans earning a delicious moan from you. He decides he wants to hear it again, he wants to hear more of you, needs to. "What do you want baby?", he teases, lowering his hand from your throat to caress the perfect tits he's been dying to touch for weeks. "Please?", you try, hoping that'd be enough to convince him, to get what you want so bad. All you really wanted right now was to forget. To stop feeling what you always feel for just a second. As bitchy as it was he was there and he was nothing more than a damn good distraction right now. "Please what, hmm?", he pushes, "Tell me. What do you want?" He watched as you struggled with the decision to tell him or not– or maybe with deciding what you even wanted. He got impatient fast though and quickly shoved his hand down your jeans to rub circles on your sensitive clit. He smiled as you moaned beautifully for him, reacting just how he'd hoped you would. But the second you saw the satisfaction on his face you quickly went quiet, fighting every urge to moan for more and trying as hard as you could to keep from grinding against his hand. You could practically see the fire light up in his eyes as it spurred him on to go even faster, to force you into moaning his name and creaming for him. Dabi honestly hadn't had much experience sexually as women were typically scared of him and he normally couldn't care less. But when he was with women he normally only cared about getting himself off, about using whoever it was for what he needed and being done with them. But with you, he hadn't been able to get you out of his damn head. Ever since you two had first met and threatened each other he'd had nothing on his mind but the thought of fucking you into oblivion and making you scream his name so many times you'd go numb to the pleasure. The huge shift in his own attitude kind of caught him off guard, but he still wasn't about to stop. To his surprise, you'd actually came onto him and so he was seizing this opportunity to do as much as he could, as best as he could, both with and to you. But just as he could feel you were about to cum for him, you finally squealed a bit and grabbed his hand to stop him, moaning through your words as you began to finally beg him. "Okay! Okay! Fuck! Please Dabi? Please just– just please I want your fingers first a-and your tongue and– fuck! Just, please? I need to feel it, baby! Please?" He simply laughed at your begging, laughed at the desperate and broken look on your face. It surprisingly filled him with joy to see you so defeated and eager. Especially when for the longest time, you'd pushed him away so cruelly and wanted nothing to do with him. But now all you wanted– no, needed– was him. This feeling was as foreign for you as it was for him though. With Rumi, things were so different. You longed for her all the time. By the time you got the chance to do anything like this with her, you'd been thinking of dozens of things to do to her already. Nothing was ever a split-second decision for you two. It was constant passion and thoughts of one another. But with Dabi, none of this was passion and the only thoughts right now were about how much longer till you two could finally fuck. "As you wish, darling.", he purred, biting down on your earlobe. You became so enveloped in his teeth marking your skin that you didn't even notice him lowering his jeans, or tying your hands behind your with his belt, or securing your legs around his waist. The only thing that seemed to snap you back to reality was him finally plunging his hard
cock into your sopping wet hole and moaning hotly into your bruised neck. "Fuuuck!", you both moaned in unison, your head falling back and hands struggling against his belt. "I– huh...?", you finally began paying attention to your surroundings, seeing your jeans burned up and panties ripped and on the ground. You also realized your hands were in fact tied up behind you and he was now holding you on his cock with one arm and choking you again with the other. You could feel how thick he was inside and every vein felt so defined with as sensitive as you were right now, and you could now see a bulge in your lower stomach. "J–Jesus! How fucking big even are you?", you groaned, furrowed your brows at the sight before you. He chuckled and kissed his way down your neck before finally settling his mouth on your left tit, swirling his tongue around the hardened nipple before letting go with a 'pop'. "Not what you were expecting? Y'know if this weren't so damn entertaining," he teased, beginning to thrust into you mercilessly, "I might just be offended by that!", he tells you, yanking you down on his cock by your hair. The more he fucked you the more you noticed about him. You were finally able to appreciate just how sexy he really was. But he was also damaged. With most of his clothes off, you saw his scars were even worse than you'd thought, and it almost made you feel better about yours. And you couldn't help but moan at the feeling his piercings gave you when he slammed into you to the hilt. You honestly weren't all that surprised that he had some lower piercings but it took you a minute to register that was what you had been feeling. "S-shit baby– s-so good! Fuck! Good girl! Fuckin' take it!", Dabi groaned, digging his nails into your skin and leaving slight burns everywhere he kissed you. You suddenly felt him hit particularly deep in a deliciously sensitive spot and screamed a little as you threw your head back, accidentally smacking it against the wall. You couldn't even begin to understand what that feeling had even been but when you finally came back from it you had one hand tangled in his hair and the other clawing at his back. "Fuck! How'd you do that hmmm?", he taunted, smacking at your ass, "I really liked that belt y'know...", he said starting to pound into you even harder. You didn't even realize what he meant at first until your head rolled to the side and you saw his burned-up belt on the floor, still burning with some of your white flames. How in the Hell...? You suddenly felt Dabi lower you to the floor, ordering you to keep your legs around his waist before resuming his harsh pounding. You could remember being a little rough with Rumi sometimes but this? You had never felt such an intense combination of pain and pleasure before in your entire life. Not even killing felt this good and not even death could ever hurt this good. "F-fuck! Dabi! Oh God, please! Please! Just– fuck!", you cried, simply spurring him on to fuck you harder. Your wings felt sore and tired as he drilled you into the ground on them and your pussy began to ache. But all you could think about was cumming on his cock so bad, he'd have no choice but to fill you up and painting your sweet insides white. "You close? Hmm? You gonna cum for me?", he cooed, biting the soft flesh of your neck again, hard enough to bruise you even more. You nodded to him, pleasureful tears streaming down your face. You could hardly manage proper words to be able to answer him out loud. "Then beg for it.", he tells you, licking the tears from your cheeks and laughing horribly. "Fuckkkk you're amazing!", he groans, slowing his thrusts in an attempt at forcing you to do as you're told. You whine at the intense but slowed friction and begin digging your nails into the scars on his back as you squirm beneath him. "Fuck! Fine! Okay! Ssshittt... just... please let me cum? I wanna– I need to! Just fuck me– please don't stop... keep going! Please?", you beg grinding your hips on his cock, trying anything to feel more of him. He immediately grabs your hips and holds
them in place as he hisses at the pain your nails bring him. You watch as his eyes completely change and look about a hundred times more dangerous than you'd ever seen them. "You might wanna be careful, fuckin' back into me like that y'know... you'll get 'urself hurt like that darlin'.", he warns, holding his cock as deep as it can go while he speaks, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. "Fffuck! Please! Lemmie' cum so I can feel you fill me up! I need it– please, Dabi—" "Touya. Call me Touya.", he interrupts, still staring down at you. He honestly wasn't sure what had come over him, but all he knew was he needed to hear you scream his real name. He genuinely didn't think he could cum unless you did. "T-Touya... please, fuck m–", you whine, unable to finish before he pins your hands on either side of your head and begins fucking you even harder than before. You can't stop the small screams and desperate moans that fall from your lips, especially when you feel him slowly pull out, before slamming himself right back in every now and again. "Fuck!", he roars, "Gonna fill you up so nicely baby! You want that? Hmm? You gonna take it for me? I mean I deserve it don't I? After I fuck you this good, the least you can do is use this little pussy for something good and lemmie' fuck my cum up into ya' yeah?", he sneers, squeezing your wrists even harder, fully intending to leave you with more bruises. He wants to mark you, claim you as his in every way he can. So when you nod and desperately beg him for his cum, the villain can't help but smile wildly at you. "Atta girl! So good for me baby, I think you deserve a reward.", he tells you, switching so that only one of his hands were holding yours in order to reach down and rub at your swollen clit. "Fuck!", you scream, just barely able to hold back your orgasm, "Baby, please? I can't take it anymore, I need it! Please let me cum! Can I? Please?", you sob, your wings flickering with white flames as you beg for his permission. He moans in pain as he feels the heat burning at his skin, and wonders if you feel it burning you too. Within seconds he realized you can't be feeling anything other than his hard cock– not with the way you were moaning for him, begging for him. You watched as he smiled at you before leaning down and whispering in your ear, "Cum for me darlin'.", he tells you, watching as your body spasms and your wings light up with flames, burning both of you and the floor beneath. He groans when he feels the way your pussy tightens on his cock, relishing in your wet, tight grip on him before pulling out and flipping you over and onto your hands and knees. You moan as he slides back into you, fucking you in a hurry as he begins chasing his own release, and perhaps a second one for you too, "Fuck! That's it, baby! Let me fuck you through it, yeah? Till I fill you up real nice, hmm? You want that?", he asks, groaning as he sees you nod and beg for more. "Yes! I want it! I want it! I want it! Please?" He watches your wings quiver as he kisses your white flames with his blue ones, thinking of it as a pact of some kind, with flames instead of blood. In that moment, he watched your ass jiggle at each desperate thrust of his and silently promised that he'd make damn sure to do this again, to see you like this again, and to make you scream for him, over and over again. You began feeling the burns on your body, now hyper-aware as you teered closer to a second orgasm. You smiled back at him as you felt him twitching inside of you, knowing full well that he was close. You began grinding your ass back against him, wanting to push both of you over the edge. You could hear him practicing whine at you, the feeling of you fucking him back almost too much for him. "Fuck, baby! Shit, don't do that! Fuck! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!", he warns, squeezing your ass, trying to hold you still. You giggled in ecstasy and smirked back at him as you fought his tight grip. You couldn't believe how gorgeous he looked as he dropped his head back and moaned,
bloody tears now streaming down his cheeks. "Mmmm... you good back there?", you tease, rolling your hips some more. You hear him take a long, deep breath before caressing your flaming wings, running his fingers around the base of them. You felt him use them as leverage and begin fucking you harder and somehow faster, too fast for you to keep up, to even comprehend the feeling. And fuck did you love it. "Shit! Come on y/n! Cum for me baby! Give it to me! One more time, for me! Please darlin'?", he groans, licking the back of your neck and reaching around to rub your clit again, coaxing you into another orgasm. You nearly collapsed in his arms as you came, your body heating up and shaking around him. But you still didn't feel him stop. His pace was sloppy, but nowhere near stopped. He again, fucked you through another orgasm. You could feel how close he was, so you couldn't understand why he was holding back, and you knew he was. But as he watched you tremble beneath him, he knew he wanted this to last, no– needed it to. But the longer he went on like this, the less control he seemed to have. And then finally he lost it. You said exactly what you knew would drive him mad. "T-Touya, fuck! Please, just fill me up! I need it, baby, please?" That was it for him. As soon as he heard it, he let go. He held you on his cock and you could feel his hot load shooting into you, you could feel how deep his cock was through the bulge in your belly and you could hear how good he felt by the delicious moans he let out. The two of you stayed still there for a few minutes, him just holding you close, trapping his seed inside you with his cock while you both caught your breath and the flames around you died out. He honestly wanted to stay like that forever. But before you knew it you were back to reality. "Get up. I gotta go.", you told him, beginning to pull away. He did as he was told but looked at you questioningly. "Go where?" "Don't worry about it. I'm taking your jacket. I'll see you around though so I'll give it back. Kay?", you stood up and threw on his jacket before looking over to make sure he understood. He knew you weren't asking permission. You were telling him. "Keep it." "If I do I'll burn it later. I don't want it. But my clothes are ruined and this is better to be spared. See ya later." You told him before wrapping the jacket around yourself and walking out. You left him there on the floor, half-naked and still in a dreamlike after state, still drunk on your tight pussy and covered in bloody tears of pleasure.
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𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝒕𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 pt.1
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characters: draken, south, taiju
warnings: overstimulation, squirting, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, exhibitionism, name calling, pet names, degradation, praise.
notes: please reblog !!! am i biased in my opinions … yes but idc. i am such a fucker for big men it isn’t even funny. i’ll do another version for aot men as well! also all these boys are in their time skip ages or ages up obviously <3 enjoy!
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draken is a service dom 100% . he gets off knowing you’re enjoying yourself and he’s found that the easiest way to make you fall apart is to have two fingers + his tongue scissoring inside of you. he will overstimulate him until you can’t speak or think, just putty in his hands. it’s like his therapy bro i stg. if he comes home from a bad day at work, one of the things that will calm him down is spending an hour between your legs in his own personal heaven.
i honestly don’t think he’s the best at aftercare. he’ll just be silent with you, wash you off if things got messy, then continue on with his day.
you knew what to expect the minute your husband walked through the door, tearing off his layers as he stalked through the house to find you. you couldn’t even get a greeting out before he had you hauled over his shoulder. next thing you knew, you were naked, sweaty, and five orgasms in. you didn’t even have the energy to grab at his dark hair to push him away. draken didn’t care, your pleas of “stop,” and “s’ too much ken,” falling on deaf ears. he was so deep inside of you with just his fingers, it often shocked you that his entire clock could fit. his lips were trapped around your clit as he lapped, flicked, and sucked on the bud . “stop your whining and let me eat.” he said, his tone holding no room for argument. the raw authority in his voice was enough to reduce you to whimpers and whines.
it wasn’t until your entire body was shaking from overstimulation did he stop. you regretted looking at him when he rose from between your thighs. his face was quite literally dripping with your cum, and when he wiped the liquid from his face with the back of his forearm, you came again. he smirked from above you as he rested his hands on your thighs, massaging your skin. “you need anything.” he asked as he crawled up your body, hovering his face over yours. it took you a while, but you managed to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his body down to yours on the bed. “stay,” you mumbled. “always.” he replied
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south is … a MENACE. this whole list is full of menaces but this man specifically. minus the haitani brothers, everyone on this list is a service dom. they LIVE for your pleasure. with south, if he wants you, he’ll have you. he doesn’t care who’s around or what he’s doing. if he gets the urge to fuck you, y’all gonna fuck.
his go to move is to drop to his knees, lift up your skirt, and bury his face in your pussy until he has to hold you up so you don’t walk over.
sounds of cheering and yelling came from the backyard as the boys fought eachother. like the generous leader he is, often times in the summer south will host parties for his gang. today was one of those days. you found south leaning against the back of the house, watching his men with a smile on his face. “whatcha doin out here? been looking for you.” you say as you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his bicep. he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, already knowing why you had been looking for him just by your tone of voice and sly smile.
“oh yeah?” he asked. you hummed, leaning on your tippy toes to to meet his lips in a kiss. south moaned appreciatively, his hands instantly moving to your hips as he melted into you, he pushed you against the wall, his hands wandering down under your dress. “someones eager.” you teased. breathless from the force of your kiss. “mm, and whose fault is that?” he asked. with one strong pull, he snapped your underwear in half. a laugh escaped you as you playfully swatted him in the back. you were both well drunk and had not a care in the world that you we’re definitely being watched. the boys all knew who you belonged to, and wouldn’t dare overstep. 
“how’d i end up with such a dirty little slut.” south asked as he fell to his knees, flipping the bottom of your dress up and above your head. “you got lucky.” without another word, south dove in. he always ate you as if he was eating his last meal, hungry, rough, and messy. you were moaning in no time, your hands pushing his face impossibly deeper into your pussy. his nose numbed against your clit as he made out with your folds, his tongue shooting in and out and scooping the juices from within. “fuck right there,” you moaned, beginning to grind into his face. south answered with a moan of his own, squeezing your ass as he brought you closer. you didn’t notice that your backyard was now empty, or that the back door was closed. all you cared about was how close you were to cumming. “let me have it doll. give it to me,” south grunted. so you did, oh god you did. you let out a loud scream as you rode his face, your knees bucking at the last second. giving your clit one last vicious suck, south retreated from underneath the your skirt, his chin glistening. “you’re a terrible hostess.” he teased as he kissed you. “shut up.”
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taiju is so caring. his appetite for you is absolutely insatiable, but he believes sex is meant to be sacred and for the bedroom, not underneath prying eyes. but there are sometimes where he just can’t help himself. he knows that a sure fire way to fix whatever attitude you have, is to have him crying around his cock.
so when you come into his office at work one afternoon, steam blowing out of your ears because of something that happened while you were out shopping, he knows just how to calm you down.
“and then she has the absolute audacity to ask me if i was lost! me! god tai, these people just make me want to scream sometimes.” being the devout christian that he is, your husband gives you a stern look at the language you chose to use. “but you got what you needed, right?” taiju asks, scribbling something down on some papers. “yeah,” you pout, slumping down in the chair across from him after your rant. he raises his eyes above his glasses to look at you, putting down the papers as he watches you stew. moving his papers to the side, as well as everything else that was littering the center of his desk, he gets up and walks over to you. “you need to relax, sweetheart.” he says with a smile as he caresses your face in his giant hand. your frown grows as you look up at him. with a deep laugh he bends down, picking you up and placing you on his desk before you can protest.
“lemme help you with that.” he says as he slides your pants off your legs. “tai, i’m not in the mood.” you say half heartedly. he rolls his eyes as he starts kissing up your leg, leaving a trail as he makes his way to your underwear. he knows you want this, and so do you. but you’ll try to hold onto your quickly dissipating anger for as long as you can. the kinky fucker actually takes a breath when he reaches your cunt, a malicious smile curling onto his face as he gently kisses you over your panties. “you smell so good.” he moans before he’s mounting over the fabric. “don’t tease.” you beg, spreading your legs for him. happy to oblige, he pulls your now wet panties off of your legs before setting to work. you don’t bother being quiet, his office is the only room on the third floor. your hands tangle in his long hair as he eats you out, his big arms wrapping themselves around your thighs to trap you in place. he’s moaning, groaning, and spitting into your cunt, making you and his desk absolutely filthy.
it doesn’t take you long to cum. taiju always knows exactly what to do to have you creaming for him in seconds. you don’t have to tell him, he can feel it by the way your hole pulses around his tongue. “come on daddy’s face princess. let it all out.” all the anger and frustration you were previously feeling leaves your body as you cum on your husbands face. he works you through it, hands massaging your hips until you’re pulling him up by his hair to meet his lips in a kiss. “what was i mad about again?” you ask deliriously before bringing him back im for another kiss. “fuck if i know.”
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elle’s ramblings: if it’s not painfully obviously that i have a size kink idc what is. big men really be doing something to me. they hit DIFFERENT.
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Dabi/Touya Todoroki: A Virgin, The Purest
I know a lot of Dabi/Touya Todoroki fans tend to think of him as this Sex God or a Manwhore or a Sex Icon or a Kinky dude, etc... But MHA: Smash!! manga says otherwise though...
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Chapter 77 (Part-1)
He doesn't get why Big Sis Magne is attracted to him.
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Chapter 77 (Part-2)
He doesn't notice Magne ogling him from head to toe.
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Chapter 77 (Part-3)
He doesn't get why Magne's being all clingy and touchy-feely.
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Chapter 85
He's clueless about Magne's love and concern for him.
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In conclusion, Dabi is just as clueless and virgin as his younger brother Shoto. Being awkwardly clueless is such a Todoroki genetic thing lmao.
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talasweebshit · 1 year
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i have woken up , but at what cost, in fact
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talasweebshit · 1 year
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Trending Topics - A Dabi x Reader Fanfic
I intended to post this on Saturday in honor of Dabi's Dance being animated but I finished it earlier than expected and I have no patience so I'm unleashing it to the world now, a few hours early lol. I hope everyone enjoys!
Smut. 18+. Rough sex. Creampie. Probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. Oh yeah, spoilers for Dabi's Dance!
Dabi leans back on the couch and holds his phone up to his face. “Let’s see what everyone has to say about my old man now,” he mutters, opening various social media apps to see what the general public’s reaction to his shocking video was. He could already imagine the outrage over the abuse allegations, the anger over the number one hero raising a violent murderer. He could also imagine the fanboys who would defend Endeavor no matter what, who would go to online war with the detractors who were horrified by Dabi’s video. All of it would be amusing to read through. Dabi will enjoy the online chaos. So he grins wickedly as he opens Twitter.
The names Dabi, Endeavor, and Todoroki Touya are already trending. Naturally. But then Dabi notices a few other “trending topics” that catch his eye. “#Dabisofine”, “#Touyasohot”, and “#SteponmeDabi” are all trending. Surprised and curious, Dabi begins clicking through some of the posts. After a few minutes, he sits up from the couch and stares at the screen incredulously. The tweets flashing by his eyes are definitely not what he expected the result of his video to be.
“OMG Dabi is so fucking hot! How have I never seen this guy before?”
“Okay Touya is definitely the sexiest Todoroki. Just look at him!”
“All I can say is, Dabi can light a fire in my panties any day!”
“Y’all… the things I would let Todoroki Touya do to me…”
“I want Dabi to rail me until I can’t walk.”
Dabi isn’t sure what to think about this. On one hand, he’s a little mad that his big dramatic reveal has been overtaken by posts like this. There’s even a long thread of posts and replies arguing over whether or not his dick has staples in it (it does, and the urge to tell them so wells up within him for a brief moment before dying away). But on the other hand, he feels… flattered? He’s never once thought of himself as sexy or even remotely good looking. All that scarring, all those burns… he felt like Frankenstein’s monster.
Years ago, he’d pretty much resigned himself to never having a lover. Who would want to even touch someone who looked like him? But it didn’t bother him all that much. After all, he was so focused on his revenge, he didn’t really have time for romance anyway. He’d shoved any thoughts of sex or love far away into the back of his mind. Of course he has hormones. He’s human, after all. Occasionally he even has urges, but he takes care of those himself.
Now though, reading through these tweets, those urges he’d shoved down are resurfacing. Out of curiosity, he clicks on the profile of the person who made that last tweet about wanting him to “rail” them. There are pictures of a very pretty young woman who looks to be in her early twenties. He also finds more posts about him.
“God, Dabi is so fine. Those scars really do it for me.”
“I wish I could feel that skin. All over me. I don’t care if he’s a villain.”
“Endeavor is a fucking monster. How could anyone treat such a beautiful person so badly?!”
Then more pictures of the woman. One of them in particular catches Dabi’s attention. It looks like she’s standing on the balcony of an apartment. In the background, he can see a restaurant sign straight across from her that he recognizes. Also in the background are several plants in colorful pots, sitting around her balcony.
Dabi rereads her tweets, then comes to a decision. He grins as he heads out the door.
*****
You hum to yourself as you water your potted plants on your balcony, then check your phone. There are tons of notifications from Twitter. Your posts about Dabi, Todoroki Touya, are getting a lot of likes. They’re also getting the attention of some seriously pathetic Endeavor fans who are trying, and failing, to justify the hero’s behavior. Some of them are just outright saying it’s all a lie, that Dabi’s video is just a phony hit piece. You can’t believe how naive they are, or maybe they’re just willfully ignorant. Either way, you’re already running through arguments and points in your mind that you can shoot back with as you step back into your apartment, leaving the glass door to your balcony open.
You step over to the sink and pour yourself a glass of water, still scrolling through replies with one hand, completely absorbed in your phone. A sudden sound, like a heavy thud, comes from your balcony as you’re walking back toward the door, about halfway through your small living room.
You look up from your phone and see Dabi himself standing just inside the door. He gives you a grin and says, “What was it you want me to do again? Rail you until you can’t walk?”
The glass of water slips from your hand and crashes on the floor. You don’t even look down at it. Your eyes are glued to this extremely sexy villain standing in your living room. One who has apparently read all the pervy tweets you made about him. Your mouth falls open, but you have no idea what to say.
He takes one step closer. “Or did you want to feel my skin all over you? Well, here I am.”
“Oh my God,” you finally manage to say, still staring at him. “Is this really happening?”
He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling over one bright blue eye. “That’s up to you.”
You slowly step closer to him, as if he’ll disappear if you approach too quickly. He’s gorgeous, but he’s still a villain. You don’t want to upset him. But damn, you really want to touch him. Maybe just ask for permission?
“Can I… touch you?” you ask.
“That’s what I’m here for,” he says, his grin showing his teeth.
You take one more step, effectively closing the distance between you and him. You reach out one hand and gently touch the side of his face, feeling the spaces where the scarring and healthy skin meet, your fingers grazing over the staples and piercings. You watch his expression, but it remains unchanged. Clearly, he’s not bothered by this.
“You’re so beautiful,” you say in a quiet voice, the words slipping out before you think them through.
Something shifts in his eyes. For a split second, the playful deviance vanishes and something else, something heartbreaking, takes its place. But then he grins again and says, “Look who’s talking.”
Does that mean he thinks you’re beautiful too? You feel a blush creep into your face. “Are you really here to rail me?” you ask.
“Do you really want me to?” he shoots back.
When you answer, your voice is more breathless than you expected. “More than anything.”
He reaches behind him and pulls the door shut, then follows you to your bedroom. As soon as you enter the room, you begin pulling your clothes off. Dabi watches you, not yet taking any of his clothing off. You feel like you’re doing a strip tease, with his eyes following your every move. It’s making heat spread through your body.
When you’re completely naked, you approach him and tug at his jacket. He lets you slide it off his shoulders and drop it on the floor, then he pulls his shirt over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless in the video, but nothing compares to seeing that lovely two-tone skin in person. Dabi’s eyes shift to the floor for a moment. Is he self-conscious about the scars? It seems ludicrous to you, especially since he was willing to show them off to the world in the video. But maybe showing them to someone in person is different.
You can’t help yourself, you have to touch him. You press both hands to his chest and slide them down, gingerly feeling the staples and the different textures of his skin. “It’s amazing,” you whisper.
His eyes shift back to you, and there’s an unreadable expression on his face. Not exactly embarrassed. Not exactly proud. It’s something like surprise, like no one has ever touched him before. “You have a scar fetish or something?” he asks, the playful tone seeming like a mask for whatever he’s actually feeling.
“I don’t know if I’d call it a fetish. I do like scars though. They’re unique to the person who carries them. They tell a story.”
He’s looking into your eyes now as your hands slide down to unbutton his pants. “And what story do mine tell?”
You meet his gaze and say, “One that’s very painful, I can imagine. I’d love to know the whole story someday. For now, I just think they’re mesmerizing to look at, and they feel incredible to the touch.” By this point you’ve pushed his pants down to his ankles, and he steps out of them. He’s not wearing underwear, and you can see all the glorious lines of scarring and staples across his thighs and hips. His cock is unscarred, but there are a few staples in it. You wonder about their purpose, but don’t ask.
Your hands run down his body, over his abdomen, moving around him to brush over his well-toned ass, and then you take his cock into one of your hands and lightly stroke it. It’s been growing harder by the moment, and the motion of your hand is speeding that process up.
Dabi sucks in air through his teeth, his eyes closing and opening slowly like a cat’s. Once he’s fully erect, he reaches down and pulls your hand away. “You’ve been looking me over this whole time. I think I should get a turn.”
With that, he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bed. The feel of his bare skin on yours sends shivers through your body, and you miss the feel of it when he sits you down on the mattress. You scoot back to give him room, and he gently pushes your legs apart. He hovers over you, his eyes moving all over you, his hands finally reaching out to grope your breasts. His hands are firm and warm as they knead the plump mounds, then he scoots back slightly and leans forward, so that his head is positioned close to your groin.
Dabi uses his fingers to spread open your flesh and look at what’s inside. Then he leans even closer and runs his tongue along the inner folds, tasting your arousal. When his tongue hits your clit, you arch your back and moan. Dabi looks up at you with that unreadable expression again, like he’s just now understanding how much you really want him.
Then he grins again, because he’s discovered your weak spot. His tongue traces circles around your clit, making you squirm beneath him, wanting him to hit the bullseye again. He finally has mercy on you and closes his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking on it before running his tongue over it again. He even lightly grazes it with his teeth.
You cry out in pleasure, running one hand through his soft white hair and using the other to grip the sheets beside you. What name should you call out? Dabi? Touya? You’re not sure, so you so you stick to moans and wordless cries as he absolutely devours you. When you cum, it’s like a tsunami has hit your body, rocking it with wave after wave of rippling pleasure. Your whole body tenses up, your toes curl, and your hand in his hair tightens.
After a few seconds, your body relaxes, and Dabi pulls away, licking his lips. You feel weak, but you see the raging erection between his legs and know you can’t rest yet. He still hasn’t done what he came here to do. You reach for him, placing your hands on his scarred shoulders and pulling him toward you. You want, no need, him inside you. It’s an ache you felt the moment his video started. When you saw that body, those glowing blue eyes, that expression of carefully contained rage and pain… you wanted him like nothing before.
He lingers on top of you, not doing anything, just watching your face. Why is he hesitating? You try to pull him closer, but he’s not budging.
“Please,” you whimper, spreading your legs further apart, giving him the easiest access you can, “do it!��
Desire and lust seem to flame in his eyes. He wants to, you know it. But he waits. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he says, his voice husky and low. Oh, now you see. He wants you to beg for it. Well, you can certainly do that.
You raise your hips from the bed and rub you drenched pussy across the underside of his cock. “Please, I want you inside me! Please fuck me!”
That seemed to do the trick. He smiles as he positions himself just right, then shoves his cock all the way in. He’s so much bigger than you expected, filling you up completely. As he pulls out a few inches, the staples scrape your insides in such a delicious way, you can’t help moaning again. He begins a rhythm of thrusting in and out, slowly at first and then picking up speed. You look up at him, and he’s thrown his head back, his eyes closed, his hands gripping your thighs.
He’s definitely railing you now, but it’s not enough. You might be able to walk tomorrow. In a panting voice, you cry out, “Harder!”
He opens his eyes and looks at your face, sees the lusty desperation there, and suddenly thrusts in so hard that you imagine his cock has entered your womb. His hands move to your waist, where he holds you steady as he pounds you into the mattress, every thrust feeling like it might just break your bones.
You love it. This is what you wanted. This man, this gorgeous, pained, scarred, unique person, being so deep inside you. One of his hands moves to your breast, where he roughly squeezes it. You’re going to be covered in bruises when this is over, but you’ll look at each one with joy.
Your hands are above your head, holding onto the brass headboard for dear life. Dabi moves his hand from your breast down to your clit, where he rubs it, hard enough to make you wince. You were already so sensitive from the earlier action, you cum again on the spot, your body convulsing with your orgasm.
Dabi doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck you as hard as he can as you tremble under him, tears falling from your eyes. You let go of the headboard and lift your weak, shaky arms to wrap them around his neck. To your surprise, he moves his hand from your sore clit and uses it to hold your head up, closer to him, his fingers intertwining with your hair in a gentle fashion. It’s an intimate gesture you didn’t expect from him, even as he rails you as promised. Finally, he cums inside you, filling you with hot sticky fluid, his grip on your waist tightening but the hand in your hair remaining soft. When he’s done, he pulls out and falls onto the bed beside you. You want to cuddle up to him, but you’re not sure how he would react to that. You just met. It’s not like you’re in a relationship.
After a few minutes, your naked body has cooled slightly, so you pull a sheet over the both of you. You reach over to the nightstand to get your phone and ask, “Would you mind if I take a picture of us?”
He looks over at you and says, “What, as a souvenir?”
You blush a little as you answer. “Yeah.”
He scoots closer to you and says, “Sure.”
You hold the phone up, pointing the camera at your faces. It’s obvious the two of you are topless, but you make sure the bottom of the image cuts off just before your tits are shown. You snap the picture and smile as you look at it. “Thanks,” you say.
Dabi gets out of bed and begins putting his clothes back on. “Are you gonna post it?”
You look up at him. “Hmm?”
“The picture. Are you gonna post it on Twitter?”
“Do you mind if I do?”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me.”
You smile and open Twitter, add some comments and hashtags, and post the photo. Dabi pulls on his boots and says, “I better go. If I found your place from looking at your pictures, I’m sure the heroes can too.”
You suddenly regret posting it. “Wait, does that mean you can’t come back here?”
He looks at you with that unreadable expression again. “Do you want me to come back?”
“Of course I do!”
There’s a small notebook and a pen lying on your nightstand. Dabi picks them up and writes something down. “Here’s my number. Call me and we can meet up somewhere.”
You feel an incredible sense of relief. You can still see him. You can call him, maybe even get to know him for real. You take the notebook in your hands and cradle it, as if it’s a treasure. “Thanks,” you say.
Dabi shrugs again, rubbing the back of his head casually. “No problem,” he says back, seeming just a little awkward about it. “See you around then.”
He leaves through the balcony door, and you start humming happily to yourself again as you head for the shower.
*****
Once Dabi gets back to the hideout, he pulls out his phone and checks Twitter. There’s a new post by his new favorite user. There’s the picture of the two of you. Beneath it is a caption, as well as some hashtags. As he reads it, a grin spreads across his face, and then he breaks out into laughter.
“Got railed by the hottest Todoroki! Best day ever! #Dabisofine #Yesithasstaples #Villainsdoitbetter #EatshitEndeavor”
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GAT-DAYUM I LOVE WHEN FICTIONAL MEN FINALLY CRACK AND LOSE THEIR FUCKING MINDS, IM SO TERRIFIED AND HORNY
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Heyy 😊 I love the toxic ex series and i was wondering if you could do another part with kageyama, oikawa and iwaizumi? You’re genuinely so good at writing and I have enjoyed reading your posts xx
SEEING YOUR TOXIC EX [4]
kuroo's part
tsukishima and suna's part
bokuto, atsumu, and sakusa's part
hinata, matsukawa, and osamu's part
character/s: iwaizumi hajime x f reader, oikawa tooru x f reader, kageyama tobio x f reader
genre/s: fluff
warning/s: ex trying to leak yn’s nudes (iwaizumi’s), ex threatening suicide (oikawa’s)
gwen's notes 🤍: u guys seem to like this series a lot! it's funny bc this was my first ever post and it's all based on my experiences w one person djdjshsh also these are getting shorter and repetitive as i am thoroughly running out of ideas
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iwaizumi hajime
classes ended a few minutes earlier than usual while iwaizumi was still training. you didn't mind waiting for him though especially when you could sit on the empty bleachers and watch him from afar.
you were doing surprisingly well after such a messy breakup thanks to him. you had been good friends for a while but neither one of you wanted to confess their feelings.
until you came running to him one night, sobbing about how miserable you were and how badly your ex treated you. he swore he would never let you go through that again.
you've been successful at dodging your ex on campus for the past few months, thanks to your conflicting schedules. but you weren't going to be able to hide from him forever.
he spotted you alone up on the bleachers and decided this was his only chance to convince you to get back with him–you always did no matter how badly he messed up, no matter how much he hurt you. you always came back. what made it any different this time?
you were too focused on watching iwaizumi train to notice him approaching until he called out to you. you almost fell over your seat at the mere sound of his voice. it's been months but it was all too soon so see him again.
"can we talk?"
he blocked your path even as you tried to stomp away.
"i have nothing to say to you. we are done. please leave me alone," you gritted through your teeth.
having iwaizumi by your side when you were doing so horribly because of your ex emotionally, mentally, and physically, was like a breath of fresh air after unknowingly suffocating for months. when iwaizumi treated you with the utmost care and affection and respect, you found yourself confused because all you have ever know was being used whenever your ex pleased, pushed away whenever you weren't needed, blamed for every single thing that went wrong in your relationship.
now that you saw it so clearly, you couldn't even stand to look at him in the eyes.
"please, i can't do this without you. you know i can't. i messed up, i'll make it right this time, i promise," he whined but there were no tears in his eyes. you have fallen for this trick so many times before.
"no," you said firmly. you stood your ground even as he begged in front of you, cried with no tears in sight, he kept reaching out to hold you but you didn't budge. it was all for show. "honestly, thank you for fucking me over again and again. i was finally able to see you for what you really are."
his pleads and cries slowly died down, his head hung low. you were confused until he started laughing manically, immediately reminding you of how vile and cruel he was. your heart skipped a beat, a familiar fear settling in your chest.
“that’s how it is, huh?” you stumbled back. “you meet a new guy and all of a sudden you’ve forgotten about everything we shared?” he took a step forward. “you know, for example, our shared pictures and videos together. did you really forget that quick?”
you halted, narrowing your eyes at his suggestive tone.
“wha-“
he quickly fished his phone out of his back pocket, flashing it to you after a few taps and swipes. your eyes widened, mouth falling slack. you felt disgusted in your own skin all of a sudden. tears pricked your eyes as you stumbled over your words.
“what’s going on?” you heard iwaizumi call from behind him, tone laced with worry and breathless as if he ran from the court all the way up there.
“haji, no don’t-“
“perfect timing, haji. since she’s all yours now do you want me to show you what she can do?”
you felt the world crumble as he swiftly turned on his heel, displaying the media on his phone for all to see. the rest of the teamed turned their eyes away out of courtesy as you tried taking it away from him, to no avail.
now he wasn’t the tallest, but he sure was the feistiest. it took almost half of the team to hold iwaizumi back, fists balled and jaw clenched as he thrashed around.
your ex provocatively inched closer and closer to him. the next thing you knew, a fist met his face in one swift blow. he was lying on the floor, cradling his jaw wide eyes staring up at iwaizumi. you scrambled to get to the phone strewn on the floor and deleted everything throughly checking for any more copies.
“pull that kind of shit one more time, i’ll be sure to break it in one blow,” iwaizumi threatened his voice and eyes void of emotion, somehow making him scarier.
you swayed your feet, dangling off the bleachers as you quietly cried. it was such a stressful situation and you can’t help but feel like you were being held hostage even as you escaped.
“feel better?” iwaizumi spoke moments after your little sobs died down. you nodded.
“i’ll never let anyone hurt you like that ever again,” he promised without so much as an ounce of hesitation.
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oikawa tooru
you agreed to meet your boyfriend after his practice to have some dinner and do a little bit of grocery shopping together.
busy weeks and booked schedules were no news to both of you. something as mundane as getting fast food takeouts and groceries became something you looked forward to.
and the last thing you wanted was for a persistent toxic ex boyfriend to ruin what little time you had with oikawa.
“it’s been half a year, leave me alone.” you tried pushing past him, but he caught your cart and held it in place. where the hell was oikawa and what was taking him so long.
“that’s just it, it’s been half a year and i still can’t get over how badly you hurt me,” he begged, voice strained and eyebrows knotted.
you scoffed. “i hurt you because i refuse to put up with anymore of your bullshit?”
he gave you a stern look as he stalked towards you. you found yourself backing away out of instinct until you were pushed against the shelves, practically trapped. “exactly. you have no idea of what i go through everyday, of what you put me through. i can’t eat. i can’t sleep. i can’t work. i might as well just die if you refuse to get back with me.”
not again, you begged in your mind. when you first broke up with him, he kept threatening to kill himself. you stayed three more months as he gas lighted and manipulated you into doing everything he wanted. it drained the life out of you, being with him for as long as you did. it took so much strength and resolve to leave that hell he put you through and he was here roping you back in.
“but y-you were always hurting me when we were together! i hurt you once. when i broke up with you because i couldn’t handle it anymore,” you couldn’t help it when your voice trembled.
“that’s not true, we can be happy together again. i promise.”
you shook your head frantically. “no, no. i never wanna go back with you ever again,” you mumbled, heart hammering in your chest in fear.
“if something happens to me you know it’s your fault right?” he said ominously, like he always did when he tricked you into staying with him.
“w-what? what are you talking about.”
“you know exactly what i’m talking about.”
groceries poured into your cart, the sound breaking you out of your spiraling thoughts. your gaze snapped at oikawa, wide eyed and red from trying to hold back tears. you let out a sharp breath.
“so do it then,” he sang, a smirk on his lips. he turned to you with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head. “sorry baby, i got distracted with the cereal selection and i just couldn’t pick one. plus i got lost in the-“
“what did you just say,” your ex butted in, shoving oikawa’s shoulder so he would face him.
“i said do it. kill yourself,” oikawa grinned, making you gasp at his remarks. you grabbed his arm panicked.
“what? didn’t you keep threatening to kill yourself half a year ago so she wouldn’t leave you?” he probed, feigning a look of sympathy as he jutted his lip out. “such a shame you never got around doing it until now,” he growled in your ex’s ear only for him to hear, his tone cold and wicked.
you darted your eyes from oikawa to your ex, confused and somewhat frightened at the sudden quietness. while your ex opened and closed his mouth stupidly trying to find a comeback, oikawa quickly heaves a dramatic sigh, waving his hand dismissively.
“your emotional abuse might have worked on her, but not me,” he sneered, a menacing smirk on his lips. “you think we should get ice cream?” he turned to ask you, tapping his chin deep in thought. he maneuvers the cart around when you eagerly but confusedly nodded, giving your ex a harsh slap on the back as he passed him.
“c’mere,” he ushered you, opening his arms to welcome you. you scoot closer to him and he traps you between his arms as he pushed the cart around, flashing you a smirk as you looked up at him with heated cheeks. “i’ll never let you be miserable again because of that idiot,” he grumbled, kissing the top of your head.
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kageyama tobio
though the university was closed for the summer, the library was open to a handful of students to provide a good studying environment.
you didn’t want your boyfriend to risk not being able to play because of bad grades, so study dates were common whenever you both had free time.
kageyama was an amazing player, a genius some might even say, his skills being up to par with the best in the country. however he wasn’t all that keen on learning about calculus or picking up when your ex is bothering you.
you have been whisper-shouting for your ex to leave you alone while your boyfriend sat right there next to you, eyebrows furrowed as he wore his usual scowl and watched the whole thing unfold. you weren’t sure why he wasn’t interfering yet. you thought he was letting you handle it because he knew you could and he would only step in when things got out of hand or it was taking every bit of will to hold himself back, either of the two.
“please let’s… let’s just go outside to talk. i need you to hear me out.”
you glared at him. “no, i have nothing more to say to you. nothing you will say will ever change my mind.” it was bold of him to assume that if you saw him crying you’d come running back to him like always. he had the nerve to convince himself you were only playing hard to get, which angered you even more. he thought so much of himself that he was under the impression that he still had you wrapped around your finger. you comically gagged at the mere thought.
as he opened his mouth to beg again, kageyama interrupted with the loud slurping of his straw from an empty yogurt milk drink which he was definitely not allowed to bring inside. you slowly turned to look at him, disbelief evident as your mouth hung open. you fight back laughter climbing up your throat as you wondered whether he did that on purpose. “you about done, babe? i have to train in like two hours.”
“yes. yes, i’m done here, babe. we should get lunch fir-“
as your ex yanks your wrist toward him, you finally felt all the anger you’ve been trying to keep at bay bubble up to the surface. kageyama was right behind you faster than you can tell him to fuck off.
your boyfriend’s scowl was cold and murderous as he steered his head to the side, clasping the hand above yours with a death grip. “i think she’s made it pretty clear she’s done here.”
“who do you think you are,” your ex challenged.
you swore your boyfriend did a double take as his features contorted to a look of utter confusion, like the person in front of you sprouted two heads. “i’m her boyfriend what the fuck? who are you?”
“well before she was your girlfriend, she was mind so kindly back-“
kageyama’s head snapped so fast to look at you, you thought he might have gotten whiplash. “huh? this idiot’s your ex?”
you stifled a laughter at his confusion. “baby, yes? where have you been these past 15 minutes?” he’s quickly making it hard to take the whole situation seriously, your anger subsiding.
“i thought he was just very persistently trying to recruit you to a club.”
you broke into a fit of laughter in the middle of a dead silent library alone. your ex took full offense on that and kageyama was thoroughly sick and done with him. he’s heard a lot about him from you, how badly he treated you and how much he hurt you. now he was truly holding himself back with everything he had. your cackles helped calm him down.
“i think i just refused to believe you dated something-i mean someone like him, so i just assumed he was recruiting you for something.”
your ex was fuming as he shoved your hand away, opting to grab a fistful of his collar instead. you panicked, at the sudden movement, worrying that they might start a fight especially with your boyfriend’s temper. you didn’t want to get him in trouble.
to your surprise, he mustered up the fakest, most offending smirk he could as he put his hands up in faux surrender. he honestly only thought about you in that moment and the lengths you go through to help him achieve his dreams. you helped him study, kept him out of trouble, made sure he was always healthy, so that he could keep doing what he loved. he knew picking a fight with someone as irrelevant as him was the last thing you wanted.
as you walked out of campus, swaying your hands together he decided, “i’ll be the one to take care of you from now on.” his words caught you off guard. “you won’t have to deal with stupid, ugly, idiot exes because you’ll have me forever,” he grumbled, looking at everywhere but you. it did little to hide the rosy tint on his cheeks or to ease the thumping of your heart.
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Desperate
Genre: Smut, Best friends to lovers I guess
Summary: You really wanted to lose your virginity. Why not ask your best friend ?
“I’ll make it fit “
Word count: 4.1K
Warnings: 18+ (minors, i don’t like you, stay away), virgin reader, Dom!Dabi, unprotected, creampie, spitting, praising
,, Girl, just use tinder or something‘‘ Nejire said as she took a sip of her cappuccino, talking so casually about it. ,, These days, everyone is finding someone there‘‘ she added, hoping that will help.
,, I don‘t know, that‘s really not my style‘‘ you answered, playing with the straw in your drink. It‘s not like you have something against all those dating apps, but you really don’t believe that you’ll be able to find anyone appropriate there.
Well, it‘s not like you needed someone appropriate in the first place. You didn’t look for a relationship after all, you were looking for someone to snatch your v-card. That damn card that was giving you a feeling like it‘s keeping you in one spot forever.
Every time you would find someone you like, you end up waiting for too long, trying to see it they are the good one and if they are worth of losing your virginity with them. Sure, the times are different as they were before, and sure, losing your virginity isn‘t something special anymore, but you still didn’t want to lose it with someone you don‘t know at all.
Knowing Nejire, if you told her what your real intention was, she would push you into installing Tinder even more, and you really didn‘t want that at all.
Going home, you found yourself thinking about all the possibilities you have and once you were home, you took a pen and paper, scripting down the names of the possible candidates that might take your virginity if you blink few times and bite your lip maybe twice.
,, Fucking shit‘‘ you cursed, ripping the paper aggressively as you took your phone, searching for the familiar contact, ready to cry out and scream about your frustrations to him. Maybe if you tell your best friend about the problem that‘s bothering you for god knows how long, MAYBE he’ll be able to help? Find someone good and kind ???
Maybe he‘ll have some advice for you, after all, Touya never had the same problem like you do.
,, Hey doll‘‘ he greeted you on the other line with his husky voice you alway found so attractive.. and in that moment, something crazy got on your mind. Something, you never thought about before.
,, I have to ask you something‘‘ you spat out, walking around your room nervously.
,, Sure, what‘s up ?‘‘ Your best friend asked, sensing that something‘s weird with your behaviour. Not sure what to do anymore, you took one good minute, forming your words and thinking if you should keep them in your head or really bother Touya with it.
,, Will you take my v card ?‘‘ You breathed out, squeezing your eyes in embarrassment.
,, Excuse me ? ‘‘ Touya choked out, shocked with your sudden question. ,, You‘re crazy‘‘ he added, laughing loudly, thinking how you‘re probably pulling up some prank on him.
,, Come on Touya, please‘‘ you begged, throwing yourself on the bed, ready to scream into the pillow.
,, Fuck no, go take a cold shower to calm your tits down‘‘ He laughed, knowing very well that what he said isn‘t funny at all, but he still hoped it‘ll help with the weird situation.
,, Toyuaaa please, I swear nothing will change between us, I just don‘t want to stay virgin forever, it‘s fucking depressing‘‘ you whined, rolling around in your bed.
,, I‘m not sure if you‘re serious, or just fucking around doll‘‘ Touya said on the other line.
,, I‘m serious.. so we gonna do it ?‘‘ you asked, and with that question you noticed how desperate you sound. What the fuck would even Touya think about you after all of it ?
,, Forget it, I‘m sorry.. I‘m gonna find someone else to do it I guess.. I didn‘t want to force you into this‘‘ You apologised to your best friend, understanding how forcing him into it won‘t bring anything good. After all, he‘s your best friend, is it really a good idea to fuck him and with that maybe ruin your friendship?
,, Jesus fuck‘‘ Touya breathed out, thinking about the right time to tell you how he always wanted to fuck you. Every time you would show up in that fucking plaid skirt that was showing way too much of your skin, he wanted to bend you over and spank the shit out of you. He wanted to bend you over and fuck you hard and fast. But he never had a chance to do it, knowing very well that you are a virgin and that he would probably destroy your insides.
he wasn‘t really sure if you are joking or not once you called him, and if he knew that you are totally serious from the very beginning, he would probably say yes immediately and just try to control himself, try not to ruin your guts, but there he was, listening to your apologies and how you‘ll find someone else.
,, Come over then‘‘ Toyua added, hanging up immediately after he spoke those three words.
Not sure what is going on, you spend a short amount of time just on your bed, trying to understand everything clearly. In that time you had few things going on inside of your head. Should you go or should you call him and tell him how you don‘t want to put your friendship under a risk. Even telling him how it was a silly prank was a great idea in that moment.
But fuck it.
Fuck it.
You asked him and he agreed at the end.
That‘s what you wanted after all.
Once you got ready, and once you were in front of his apartment, it was hard for you to knock on his door. Somehow, your hand felt heavy and you almost thought how it‘s a sign from God. Was he giving you a second chance to think about your decision ? Was that a chance to turn around and leave ?
All those thoughts filed away, when Touya opened the door, asking you if you are planning to get inside, throwing few jokes at you, as he could see thru you and sense how tensed you are.
,, Tee or coffee ?‘‘ Touya asked as you made yourself comfortable on his couch, covering yourself with his favourite blanket. Somehow, you always found more comfort in his apartment than in your own. Maybe because of the nice scent it has, or because you made so much memories with him in that apartment. Well, it‘s probably just him. He was your comfort all the time after all.
,, Cappuccino‘‘ you answered as you cuddled yourself into his blanket.
,, Bitch, I asked you if you want tee or coffee, I don‘t have cappuccino‘‘ He snapped, glaring at you. Rolling your eyes playfully, you just ignored him as you waited for him to bring you your drink.
,, So how is it ?‘‘ He asked, once you tried the coffee he just gave you. Furrowing your brows, you took another sip, acting as you were deciding if the coffee is good or not.
,,So ?‘‘ He asked impatiently, giving you few small pushes with his elbow.
,,Wait, I‘m trying to taste the flavour‘‘ You pointed, pushing his elbow to the side. ,, cause there’s none.‘‘ you added, joking around.
At your surprise Touya didn‘t mention the phone call at all, or joke about it. Instead he prepared your favourite snacks before he found some nice movie on Netflix. Telling you to move your ass to the side, he hopped beside you on his couch, placing one arm around you as he got under the blanket. You weren‘t really surprised, it was something the two of you always did, but it really made you feel more comfortable after your request and it didn‘t make things awkward as you expected them to be.
Thanks to him, you almost forgot why you were even there. The two of you were simply enjoying the movie and the company of each other.
,, Doll, you sure you wanna do it ?‘‘ Touya asked once the movie was done. Turning the television off, he faced you, his arms still wrapped around you. You were grateful that there was no light in the room, since he would see the blush that was spreading across your face.
,, Are you sure you want it ?‘‘ You asked him back, as you played with your fingers nervously.
,, It‘s your virginity we‘re talking about, not mine‘‘ Touya joked, pulling you more into his embrace. ,, but if I‘m being honest, when you said how you‘ll find someone else, it did upset me a bit‘‘ he added, as he slowly started to caress your back.
,, Well, I‘m sure it would be more comfortable to do it with you than with someone else‘‘ you mumbled under your breath. Every word felt heavy, since all you could focus was his fingers that were moving slowly against your skin.
You didn‘t feel nervous as you felt before and it was all thanks to all the comfort your best friend always gave you. Just thinking about all the times he was there for you, how many times he held you after your break up, how many times he would ditch everyone and everything to buy you snacks and painkillers when your period got you. What did he not do for you after all?
,, Why did you get upset tho ?‘‘ you asked him, your breaths getting deeper as you felt his fingers tracing your lower back. It wasn‘t the first time that Touya was caressing your skin, in fact, he did it billion little times, yet now that the topic was so intimate, it felt different. It felt like his touch was burning your skin.
,, Because you’re my girl‘‘ Touya breathed out. You could feel his nose brushing your own and his soft and minty breath, slightly mixed with a taste of cigarettes, on your face. He was never so close.
,, I am ?‘‘ you whispered the question as quiet as possible, like you just shared a secret with him that was only for his ears.
,, You’ve always been baby‘‘ he whispered back, rubbing your waist with his left hand.
Last thing he wanted to do was to rush you, but he knew very well that you won‘t be the one to do the first move. But he did encourage you, as he slowly started placing soft kisses across your face. Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips, you wanted to absorb every second of it, the more the better.
Placing your hand on his cheek, you stopped him for a second, only to connect your lips with his own. You knew how Touya was, you knew very well that it would take him forever to move foreword as he was too gentle, too patient with you. And that was just enough for him. Touya hovered on top of you, kissing you back passionately.
Your hands found their way under his shirt naturally, placing them on his waist and his back as he rolled his hips against yours. The way he was smiling while kissing you, was showing him away a little bit, it was showing exactly how he felt in that moment.
Touya started playing with the edges of your shorts. Not sure if that was some kind of sign, you moved your hips up. That was no sign, but since you moved them up, Touya pulled your shorts and panties down, throwing them somewhere over the room.
You were pretty sure that you would feel more than uncomfortable once you end up naked under someone, but to be true, you didn‘t feel any of it. Maybe because you were in the dark and you couldn‘t see his face clearly? Or was it because you were doing it with Touya ?
Instead of thinking about what’s going on and being embarrassed about it, like you expected, you took your shirt off instead, placing it on his couch.
,, Fuck‘‘ Touya muttered under his breath, before he positioned himself between your legs. You weren‘t sure what was he doing, until you felt his lips on your left nipple, sucking on it softly. Touya‘s lips were everywhere. Your neck, your boobs, your shoulders. He had to claim every spot on you.
Stopping for a second, he took his shirt off, before he started placing soft kisses around your tights. For the first time that night, you wished the lights were on, even just for a second, so you could admire the way he looked between your legs.
You froze once you felt him placing soft kisses around your pussy, tracing his finger slowly over your clit. It was the first time someone has touched you down there, and damn, you really wanted more.
From your heavy breathing, Touya knew that he could go on. Your eyes flew open when you unexpectedly felt his tongue against your clit. Somehow, he was going all the time around, you simply didn‘t think he would do it so soon. A moan escaped your lips, as he started sucking onto your clit, giving you a gentle bite, satisfied with your reaction.
,, Touya‘‘ you mumbled his name, trying to catch your breath, as you played with his hair. Oh, if you only knew what you were doing to him. If you knew how hard he tried to keep his shit together.
The fact that you were so wet for him, was sending Touya over the edge. If you just touched him, he would probably cum the same second.
Slowly, Touya slipped a finger inside of you, smiling, when he realised how relaxed you were with him. There was zero tension in your body, and his finger got inside so naturally. You let out a soft moan, as he started moving his finger in and out of you. Toes curled up as he started sucking on your sensitive nub again.
,, Fuck doll, i could eat you out the whole night‘‘ Touya commented, going back to the sucking at the nerves that made your legs shake. You couldn‘t answer, you couldn‘t say anything, way too lost into his touch and his mouth. Bucking your hips, you moaned loudly, as your hole clenched around his finger.
He could feel that, picking up his pace a little bit. It felt like he knew your body perfectly, even tho it was your first time. It didn‘t take you so long, you found yourself grabbing onto his hair, as you came all over his mouth, but he didn‘t move away. Why the fuck would he ? He knew by the way you move, by the way you grabbed his hair, by the way your tight hole was hugging his finger. He knew very well that your orgasm would be there any second. So why would he move ? That’s what he wanted since he met you. You cuming all over his mouth.
And that got him hornier even ten times than he was just minutes before. The taste of you.
Touya had to take a second just to promise to himself to be gentle with you. He had to promise that he will have his ways with you just after he takes your virginity.
Standing up, he took of his sweatpants together with his boxers, not surprised how hard he was, but surprised once he felt your small hand against his cock. You were laying on his couch breathless, but since you couldn’t really see him, you had to touch his dick. You had to feel it. Eyes wide open, once you realised how big it is, surprised that you could feel the veins, and shocked once your felt a small metal ball on the tip of it.
Touya groaned as he felt your touch, your tumb moving over the tip of his dick. If he didn‘t know any better, he would have thought that you were teasing him. Knowing that you were just curious, he let you do it, giving his best not to cum all over your hand.
Once you were done, he positioned himself, slowly rubbing the head of his dick around your hole, asking you if you’re ready before he slowly pushed in. The way you grabbed his shoulders, and the way you twitched under him, he understood that it will be painful, giving you more than enough time to adjust to every inch of him.
Touya closed his eyes, listening to your deep breaths. You were so fucking tight, putting just the tip inside almost made him cum. Once you were good, he moved a little, bringing the first reaction back again. You were thankful that he was so understanding and patient with you, because it felt like he was tearing you apart.
,, It hurts Touya‘‘ you admitted quietly, unknowingly digging your nails in his back.
,,I know baby‘‘ Touya said, placing small kisses over your neck, helping you forget about the pain, as he let you violate his back. ,,It will go away, I promise‘‘ he added, kissing your lips, as he moved a bit deeper. With every inch his dick got inside you, it felt like your insides were burning up in pain.
,, That’s it baby, just like that‘‘ Touya whispered, moving a little. He wanted to burry his dick inside you fully, so you could finally adjust to his full size, understanding how painful it is to adjust to one inch, only to feel the sharp pain with another one. ,, Fuck, you’re so tight.. You feel so good‘‘ he confessed, breathing heavily on your ear. God, how it turned you on. Just hearing him like that, you were ready to suffer ever more pain just to make him satisfied with you.
,,Let me finish, I promise you’ll like it in a bit.‘‘ He mumbled, moving once again, he wasn’t even halfway in, yet it felt like forever to you. ,, Come on, be the good little girl that I know you are‘‘ he added, still moving so slowly, so painfully. Squeezing your eyes, you dig your nails even deeper into his skin.
,, Just relax baby‘‘ he placed a soft kiss all over your face once again.
,, Touya, I don’t think it fits‘‘ You whispered, feeling the sharp pain down there.
,, I‘ll make it fit‘‘ He breathed out, moving slowly. A moan escaped your lips as you heard him say that. Even tho you were in pain, just hearing those words from your best friend, made you even wetter than you already were. He moved his hips a little more than before, pushing fully inside you, to finally get you over the pain. You screamed loudly, one hand grabbing his shoulder as you tried to find some comfort, you tried to catch your breath as the pain took over your body.
,, Shh, shh, it‘s okay baby.. You can take it‘‘ Touya whispered softly, caressing your soft skin, as he let you adjust to his full size finally. His words made you whimper, eyes closing in pain and ecstasy at the same time. You knew that first time would be painful, you heard about it, but you weren’t prepared for that kind of pain at all. You understood that his size played a big role too, but you were still so fucking glad you were doing it with him, than with someone else.
Touya groans as you move your hips against his, his hands are down on your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your soft plushy skin. When he moves, you realise that he is so deep inside you, it made your mind all hazy, as you felt his length go all the way out, only to move back in.
Once he knows that you’re all good, and that the pain is not there as much as before, he starts rolling his hips against yours slowly, stealing few moans from you that made him go insane. He was right again, when he said that you’ll like it, that the pain will go away. Touya is always right.
,, Oh God, I‘m gonna cum so hard baby.. I‘m already so close‘‘ Touya groaned as he rocked his hips at a steady pace. You felt like heaven for him, just like you were made only for him and no one else.
,, Toyua‘‘ you moaned his name again. You weren’t able to talk, or even think, all that was on your mind was Touya, and nothing else.
,, You’re taking it so well doll..fuck‘‘ He praised you, almost like he knew that his words were doing wonders on you, just like his dick.
Stopping suddenly, buried deep inside you, Touya pressed his palm over your lower belly, smirking widely as he put just a bit pressure into it.
,, Feel me here doll?‘‘ He asked you. Nodding your head, you were fucked dumb, too dumb to answer. ,, Feel how deep I am?‘‘ he added, rocking his hips again.
Once you encourage him that he can go faster, once your moans get louder with every move, he starts pounding into you. Snapping his hips into you, he forced a loud moan out of you, loud enough for his neighbours to hear. Touya retraced his hips slowly, until he is almost completely out of your just to slam back in, the head of his dick hitting against your g-spot, making your moans and whimpers fall from you louder than the second before.
Touya grabs your chin, giving you a sign to open your mouth, as his other hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it fast once he noticed how your insides started pulsing around his dick.
You opened your eyes together with your mouth, unsure why he wanted that. Touya‘s face was inches from yours, giving you a satisfied smirk as he tilted his heads slowly to the side, only to spit inside your mouth.
,, Swallow‘‘ Touya commanded, as he fucked into you, surprised when you did, without any complaints. His dick twitched inside you once you closed your eyes after you swallowed his saliva and opened your mouth again, tongue out waiting for more.
Spitting one more time, he rocked his hips at animalistic pace, hitting your spot all over and over again. Touya felt his own orgasm reaching the peak, as your pussy clenched around his dick, hugging him so tightly as you came all over him again, moaning softly, yet so loudly.
Touya lets out a string of curses as his hips slam into you two more times, thick ropes of cum painting your walls white, as he grinds his hips against yours slowly.
,,Fuck, doll‘‘ He groaned, snapping his hips few more times, as he fucked his cum deeper into you. The pressure of your nails and your hands on his skin was almost lost, as you tried to catch your breath from the orgasm Touya just gave you.
,, You did so well doll‘‘ he said, kissing your neck softly, as he collapsed on top of you, not wanting to pull his dick out, not wanting for the moment to end. ,, so well for me‘‘ He added, smiling into your neck, as you played with his soft hair.
The moment he pulled out of you, and you felt his cum leaking out, you thought you’ll feel some regret, but you really didn‘t, smiling widely as you realised what you just did.
Touya stood up, wearing his underwear and sweatpants,as he told you to wait there and not to move, only to come back with warm towel just a second after. Gently cleaning you up, trying not to get hard again as he saw his cum leaking out of your tiny hole. Once he was done, told you to push your hips up a bit, as he rolled your panties up.
Helping you sit up, he told you to put your arms up a bit, as he helped you wear his shirt, it felt like he was babying you and you liked it so much.
,, You okay?‘‘ he asked, as he hopped onto the couch beside you, wrapping his arms around you, as he caressed your arm softly, chin on your shoulder, not breaking the eye contact even for a second.
,, I‘m good, it hurts a little bit tho‘‘ You said honestly. The pain wasn’t something unbearable, but it was still there. ,, But you were really gentle with me‘‘ you added, as you covered the two of you with his blanket.
,, Doll, next time I‘ll fuck the shit out of you‘‘ he commented, making your eyes widen in shock.
,, There is a next time?‘‘ you teased, as you played with his fingers. He stopped with his caressing and pushed his upper body up, just enough to face you completely.
,, you can’t expect us to stay friends after this?‘‘ He said, shaking his head lightly. ,, I told you, you are mine‘‘ Touya added, wrapping his fingers between your own, as you played with them still.
,, My doll‘‘ He smiled, pulling your hand toward his lips, as he placed kiss on top of it. ,, You’re all mine now” he added, in between the kisses.
That was also right, you were always his. Touya is always right.
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talasweebshit · 1 year
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concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat
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talasweebshit · 1 year
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Twice: “dabi why aren’t you eating?”
Dabi: “I lost my appetite”
Twice: “… uh, how?”
Dabi: “yesterday I watched Shigaraki cough up one of y/ns pubic hairs”
Twice: “oh yeah, that is gross. But it’s not that bad-”
Dabi: “I’m not finished. He pulled it out of his mouth, looked at it, saw what it was, and then put it back into his mouth and swallowed it”
Twice: . . .
Twice *pushing away food* yeah I’m done too.
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My point is Shiggy is gross lol
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