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if you were a romanceable/ friendshippable character in a farming sim what gifts would you need to receive to boost your approval rating. asking because i just received two (2) cannolis, unprompted, and i could physically feel my serotonin increasing and i did gasp out loud

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stop what you're doing rn and TELL ME WHAT YOUR FAVE SMELLS LIKE IN YOUR MIND 🎤 !!!!!

to me isagi smells like clean and freshly washed laundry on a warm and breezy sunny day 🙂‍↕️❤︎

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coworker; hey can you fill out this—

me, who was stacking recycling on the cart and turned a little too soon and got spooked;

my coworker scared the absolute shit out of me just now i looked like that one scared hamster meme

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my coworker scared the absolute shit out of me just now i looked like that one scared hamster meme

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✎ cw: 18+(minors dni), oral (m receiving), exhibitionism (in a meeting), cum eating, dabi is a little mean & rough

✎ I haven't written in months so im trying to get back into writing again. Not proofread

What started as a joke between you and Dabi at 4 in the morning turned into a challenge of who can rile up the other more until it became a practical execution rather than back and forth play fighting.

The meeting is underway when he had ushered you beneath the table, uncaring of the curious eyes watching and internally criticizing whatever ploy you two had cooked up today. Dabi merely offers them a silent response, a smirk here and a flipped middle finger there, much to Shigaraki's vexation. No one bothers to even try to stop either of you by this point anyway.

He spares you a glance, slouching on the chair with his hands resting on his thigh and the other on the back of your head, lightly scratching your scalp. With hooded eyes he watches you fiddle with his belt, tugging off the buckle and unzipping his pants quite eagerly.

"We received intel from one of our men in..."

The voices of the other men in the room fade in the background, rendered static noise in comparison to the loud shuffling of his clothes being tugged and moved aside by manicured nails.

And finally, Dabi exhales as you tug down his boxers enough to free his cock from its confines. It nearly slapped your cheek had you not moved back in time.

The hand in your hair tightens, wordlessly tugging you closer to where he needs you and mouthing for you to hurry up. A soft giggle bubbles in your chest, teasing as you bat your lashes at him and he swears if you weren't in a meeting room right now, he would've had his way with you already. So he plays nice for now.

"We're not short on manpower. What we need is..."

You wrap your fingers around his cock, slowly stroking him while maintaining eye contact. Cerulean eyes meet yours in a silent challenge, a battle of wits and wagers, where pushing each other to their limits warrants the winner a satisfying reward. And Dabi would be damned if he lets you win this little bet.

You lick a path on the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue on the mushroom tip. You're rewarded with a muffled groan when you finally wrap your lips around him, taking him in inch by inch and working to slacken your jaw.

Dabi leans his head back, your warm mouth feeling too good to resist. A murmured fuck and a quick tug on your hair, he shoves you down against his pelvis, the tip of his cock meeting the back of your throat and making you gag.

Tears form in the corner of your eyes the longer Dabi holds you there, one hand supporting the back of your head and the other on your neck. He looks down at you and sucks in a breath at the sight.

You look so fucking hot like this.

Choking while being forced to deep throat his dick.

You tap on his thigh twice and he lets up, allowing you to pull away. A cough strains your throat, leaving it feeling sore and aching. The death glare you send his way doesn't even deter the man, in fact it only makes his cock twitch in his hold. The bastard enjoyed it, of course he did.

He grabs your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as he pulls you back in.

His voice is low, a hushed whisper amongst the arguing voices of the other men in the room. "You talked big game back there and you couldn't even handle that? I'm disappointed, doll."

Again, your glare does nothing, only succeeding on making him act more smug. He presses hard on your cheeks, making you wince, something he enjoys a little too much, evident in the way his smirk turns into a grin.

A thumb forces its way through your lips, pressing flat against your tongue. It's salty and tastes like ash. For a moment, you think he might grant you some mercy. But Dabi had never really been kind. Using this hold on you, he tugs your jaw open and before you can react, he replaces his thumb with his cock but this time he doesn't just shove it in. He lets it rest on your tongue, waiting to see what you'll do.

At least his gracious enough to grant you some control.

Starting with a slow pace, you bob your head up and down, hallowing your cheeks as you take in more of him with each trip down. You've given him head before but it never really feels like it gets easier after each time. It's a struggle to make him fit, a struggle you refuse to show him lest you want him to become even more smug and cocky.

A large hand trails up the nape of your neck, sliding into your hair, tugging lightly as he guides your movement.

He throws his head back against the head rest, the tips of his ears flushing bright red and fighting the urge to moan and groan at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth doing wonders on him. He couldn't care less of the obvious stares, much too focused on chasing the pleasure. He'll get scolded by Shigaraki later but fuck it, this is worth it.

You quicken your pace, swallowing around the tip, trying your best to deep throat him.

Dabi bucks his hips upward to meet your movements with what little freedom the chair allows him. He relishes the sound of you choking on his cock, sweat dripping down his temples as he chases his high.

Suddenly, he shoves your head down against him again, nose burying in his happy trail. Spurts of thick, hot cum slide down your throat and fills your mouth with the sheer amount he spills.

He breathes heavily, tugging you off him but covering your mouth with one hand before you can spit any of his precious cum.

"Swallow it." He commands in a hushed voice.

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so can i dive into the trio coping with gojo’s death after everything or is the wound still too fresh

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"dabi, where's your tie?"

a grunt in response.

toga's not stupid. she knows exactly what happened to dabi's tie-- tomura's a bit more confused. the rest of the league is mulling around, some are drinking and some are gazing off toward the rest of the room where the PLF are gathering. while the rest of the group eyes him with curious glances, toga is smirking and practically holding back laughter.

"dude, do you need help finding it?" twice, ever so clueless-- ready to help.

however, dabi does not look all that concerned. his collar is half undone, skin that isn't scarred flushed red. his clothing looks a little dishelved, but to the casual eye it just looks as if he's been fidgeting.

dabi's fingers grasp a small glass, filled with a small taste of whiskey. his eyes seem casual as they scan the room-- but he knows what he's looking for. across the room stands you, looking far more put together than he was after your little... meetup in the hallway.

there's a cute little flush along your cheeks. others think it's from the half full glass on wine perched on your hand, dabi knows he's the cause of it. he can't help but let his brain wander to where his hands were only ten minutes prior-- sliding up your dress as he backed you up against the wall.

how fast and sly your fingers were as they pulled at the tie that was previously around his throat, tugging it as your mouth molded to his. when his hands slid higher up your dress to linger around your thighs and hips, how you only pulled the knot tighter and almost made him dizzy with the lack of oxygen.

he was barely thinking when his lips traveled along your jaw, he was only fixated on those breathy gasps and whines that left the plump of your lips; his fingers tracing lazy yet firm circles along your hips. getting so dangerously close to hem of your underwear that sat so snug on the dip of your waist-- he was dying to see what kind of set you chose to wear under the dress.

his lips met your throat and he relished in the way your head fell back against the wall. his kisses were hurried and heated as they sunk lower along your collarbone, dipping to the crest of your cleavage where his tongue swipes along heated skin.

"they're calling for you," your voice is low and hushed-- breathless. but you don't push him away.

dabi growls into your skin. the leg between your own presses up once to feel the warmth between your thighs and he curses under his breath. he pulls away with a scowl, "we're finishing this later."

the corner of your mouth curls upward, your tongue traces the seam of your lips, savoring the lingering taste of his last cigarette and drink of bourbon. an odd mix, but it's addicting, purely because it's him.

only then does he notice the missing weight around his throat, the fabric of his tie wrapped loose around your fingers. you swing it once, twice-- before stuffing it far down the cleavage of your tits with a smirk.

dabi can only stare, feeling arousal flood straight to his crotch.

“dabi?” tomura’s voice snaps him back to the present. his eyes drift over towards the boss, teeth pulling at the meat inside of his cheek. “do we need to find your tie?”

dabi shrugs as he lifts his glass to his lips. “nah,” his voice drips with indifference and nonchalance. his eyes travel along the room again until they find yours, already smirking right back at him. “i know where it is.”

i’m not over the official art of him in the suit can u guys tell

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i’m gonna put that feathered fuck in a situation brb

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oh my keigo. would definitely if you pissed him off earlier in the day come home from work and act like nothings wrong but like when you two go to bed he lets you snuggle up against him and then he sneaks a hand into your underwear to tease and finger you only to stop just as you’re getting into it and pat your hip with wet fingers from your slick all condescendingly and go back to snuggling like nothing happened and refuses to let you continue to grind back into him

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this fanart of megumi made me :((( so now i have to yap abt a headcanon for him sp this is a warning SPOILERS

it's been years since it all happened. megumi's grown into the scars, jawline and cheekbones shaped beautifully but he refuses to let you compliment them especially on the one particular side. those scars remind him of a dark time-- it's understandable why he doesn't like them.

what were once two stunning stormy blue eyes that you used to look at every day was now a pale ivory and an even darker blue. he doesn't even notice when the white side of his eye wanders off, he can barely see out of it anyway. but you can notice. he gets sort of spacey-- distant, even more so than usual. the blue side of his eyes can trail you for hours and never get tired of it.

normally, you don't mention it. megumi usually clams up when you talk about... it. even years after the fact. but you notice when he's reading that the eye hinders even the smallest activity of his.

"would you like me to read to you?"

megumi's eyes don't move from the page in front of him and he stiffens ever so slightly. his free hand is lazily placed over your calf as your legs rest in his lap, his thumb pauses as it grazes over your skin. "you don't need to," he mumbles. his eyebrows furrow almost in a stubborn way, as if he's trying to prove he can do it himself even though the white side is clearly struggling to focus.

"i want to," you counter, now sitting up, curling your body against his own. your head rests on his shoulder, staring down at the pages in front of him, grazing over words as you try to guess where he is. you don't push, but when he lingers on the same page for longer than usual, you know he's debating it internally.

it's not an interesting book that he's reading. some kind of science fiction, boring and lackluster; but it's what he likes. your finger lifts to the page and it trails along a sentence, hesitant-- you don't look at him but you can feel his eyes watching. maybe he's already read that part. it doesn't matter.

he lets you guide your finger along the page, your voice slowly becoming audible, murmuring the words as you start to read. he's definitely already read this bit. it doesn't matter to him. when you reach the end of the page, he turns to the next, softening more as you continue to read in that soft, gentle tone of yours.

the white in his other eye focuses back in, but he doesn't stop you. for once, he lets you pamper him in such an odd but intimate way.

the words you read don't get much more interesting. the plot is lost on you, probably because you jumped in when he was already halfway in the book. but when his head moves to rest on top of yours, maybe you decide to find the book just the tiniest bit intriguing.

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dabi with a split tongue sucking dick

okay but the split tongue plus finger combo while he's eating you out im ascending

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eats you

why am i being eaten pls

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childhood best friends to lovers with touya but the “i love you” doesn’t come easy nor does it come at a time you expect it. you two have a big blow out fight and refuse to talk to each other until soon enough maybe a year or so you start diving into being friends again but this time it feels weird. there’s things not being said and even though you two have talked it out and forgiven each other there’s still some tension but neither of you decide to talk about it until one night you’re at the park late smoking like you always did with each other and you “touya? i think i love you” and it’s dead silent aside from the creaking of the swing as he dangles beside you and his voice is just as quiet “i think i love you too.”

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wanna thank you and cas for the shigadabi brainworms I got as soon as I finished one of my finals 💙🖤💙🖤feeling truly insane about those two (as always)

tomura has been lurking in the baxk of my brain i keep getting tt edits and. wow he snuck up out of nowhere

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rue is shigadabi

you are dabihawks

i am shigahawks

rue and i pass touya around like a slut while you and i pass keigo around like a whore

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"shigadabi" CUMMING ALL OVER THE PLACE

this edit. got me SLICK AGHHHHHH also pspspspsopspspsso @rueclfer

we had a moment (ignore our pet in the corner looking a lil too happy)

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"shigadabi-" HEAD WHIPS WHEEEREEEEEE

would u like to see what cas n i were cookin up