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Best In Show

A sequel to Pretty Girl (K22)

Wolf-Dog Hybrid!Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Puppy hybrid! Reader

Content Warnings - Noncon->Dubcon, mentions of blood and minor wounds (bites, scratches), breeding, drugging (not Reader)

Even when you seem to be the best hybrid at the contest, there’s always a big bad wolf to put you in your place. If only you hadn’t caught his eye, then you’d be at home with a new collection of trophies and pretty ribbons instead of a litter of puppies.

You tremble as the trailer you’ve been packed into with all your travel blankets and plush cushions suddenly swerves and sends you into one of your mounds of blankets. You were so excited when Rumi said you’d be leaving for a special contest, that you didn’t notice her locking the trailer door as soon as you got in.

You thought maybe her or Keigo would be riding with you or at least let you ride in the car with them, you even learned your lesson last time to not try and jump out of the window!

It feels like you’ve been stuck inside this trailer forever, being tossed from one side to another with only your plush pillows and blankets protecting you from any harm.

The trailer gives one last jerk before coming to a stop and you look up at the door as you shake and whimper, hoping this ride was over. “Hey pretty girl! Tch, Rumi! She’s gonna stress-shed! You’ve gotta strap her in or she gets scared!” He yells behind him as you bolt to him and practically climb on top of him to get out of the metal contraption.

“We were running late! Besides, someone was too busy doing his hair to help me get her stuff packed and get her inside the trailer. Now get her leash on so we can check in, you remember the rules for this place. Hybrids can’t be out of guest rooms without an owner and leash on, no exceptions.” She boredly repeats the same rule that you’ve heard countless times by now, it was practically the same every time you left for a contest.

“Yeah, yeah. I get why some of them have to follow that, but our sweet girl? She’s so harmless she’d roll over for a fly.” Keigo rubs the top of your head before scratching behind one of your ears and you practically melt in his arms, earning an eye roll from your other owner. “I know she’s a very sweet pup that can do no wrong in your eyes, but the Hybrid Kennel Association doesn’t know that. Now hurry up, the sooner we’re checked in then the sooner you can pamper her in our suite.” She orders and Keigo lets out a sigh before bringing your pink leash out of his pocket and clipping it to your collar.

“C’mon girl, let’s get inside. Once we get up to our room, how about a nice bubble bath? Then maybe a good brushing and lotion time, sound good?” You excitedly nod and follow him up to the door where Rumi is waiting with three bags on her arm. “I swear, you spoil that dog.” Now it’s Keigo’s turn to roll his eyes at her as he leads you into the large building.

Your nose is assaulted with all kinds of smells, of other people and other hybrids. Your ears are the next sense to be hit, barking and rambunctious chatter making you whip your head around to look at anyone or anything that made so much as a peep. “Like you’re any better. You’ve been stressing about making sure she eats right and that her fur is shiny enough. Not to mention the new ribbons I saw you pack.” That earned him a punch hard enough to make you turn your attention back to them, until Rumi took your leash from him and led you away.

“Hi, room for Usagiyama.” As she deals with the man at the front desk you take another look around at the few hybrids you see, each with their leash attached and a couple with muzzles or other protective gear on.

A small group of cat hybrids are ignoring each other in one corner while a pair of bird hybrids are grooming each other, at least until their owners notice and pull them apart, and in the furthest corner sits a large dog, or maybe wolf, hybrid. He towered over a good portion of the furniture around him, while a small dual colored pup tries to run around him before tiring out.

“If you need anything, please feel free to call us. Oh, and a word of advice, don’t let your pet wonder outside alone.” The front desk clerk slides a set of keycards towards your owners, and you can’t help but listen in. “Why? Have there been poachers or something?” Rumi leans closer to him and her grip on your leash slackens.

“There’s nothing official but there have been some sightings of an unregistered wolf in the nearby forest. We’re advising all owners to keep their pets inside or with them while outside, just as a precaution.” Keigo takes a step closer to you, as if some beast would burst out of thin air at you. “Thanks for the advice. Let’s go, you two.” Rumi commands as you trot behind her while Keigo is left to carry the majority of the bags. Just the ‘essentials’ as Rumi likes to say.

“Uh, you don’t think we should just leave? An untrained wolf is spotted in the woods and you still want to go through with this?” Keigo asks her once she comes to a stop at what’s likely the suite for you three. “No way. I saw Yu Takeyama outside, there’s no way in hell I’m letting her win. Our girl is going to wipe the floor with that pompous airhead’s mutt!” “I was really hoping you didn’t see her.” Keigo mutters as he trails in after you, groaning as he sets the bags down.

“First we need to bathe our gorgeous, perfect puppy,” she coos as she kneels down to rub behind your ear and take your leash off, “then a thorough brushing and pre-styling, top it off with a small bit of coconut oil in the morning and that blue ribbon in Grooming will be the first of our trophies!” She thrusts a closed fist in the air and starts rambling about the different ribbons and prizes you’ll be in the running for.

“C’mere sweet girl, Rumi is going to be like this for a while.” Keigo guides you into the en-suite bathroom, a fraction of the size of the bathroom back home, with a bag slung over his shoulder full of your unscented soaps and lotions. He wordlessly commands you to sit by the tub while he gets the water started, occasionally checking the temperature while he digs out every bottle deemed necessary.

“While we’re here, I don’t want you going outside without one of us, is that clear?” He looks at you sharply, the intensity was enough to have you nod along. “Yes, sir.” He sighs and looks back to the water before undoing your usual collar and helping you into the bath, while humming something quietly as you settle.

“Why does Rumi hate Yu?” The question slips from your lips as confusion marrs your face. “She doesn’t, well, not really. Those two are friends when they’re not competing, but when it comes to competitions or bets, that’s a different story altogether.” He explains as he tilts your head back and carefully pours some water, making sure to avoid your ears for now.

Keigo gently lathers your body in a soap with just a hint of lavender, strong enough for you to smell it but not enough for a judge to notice, and rinses it off. Ever since your first bath with Keigo, he’s always used lavender scented soaps or creams. It helps you sleep through some of your nightmares, but you think maybe he likes it too.

“I hate that I can’t use your normal stuff on you, and right before bed too. This unscented crap doesn’t even help add shine to your fur.” He complains lightly as he pulls out a pack of wipes to clean your ears out. You automatically shrink in on yourself, your ears flatten and your plush tail curls closer to yourself. “It’s okay, princess, I just need to make sure they’re clean. It won’t hurt, you know that.” He tries to soothe you as he pulls out two wipes and scoots closer to you.

“I’ll be really quick and I won’t do it again tonight, just be still for a few seconds, princess.” He whispers, and just as he said, was done in just a few seconds.

After that you had dried off and had lotion rubbed all over, your hair had been somewhat styled, and to top it off you had your claws trimmed and shaped.

“Look at my gorgeous girl~ so clean and beautiful! So ready to beat all those mutts tomorrow!” Rumi was brushing your tail and lavishing you in praise, when a piercing howl made you jump and start shaking. Keigo was quick to rush to the window and look out for the source of the noise while Rumi took you into her arms and gently rocked you back and forth, giving you gentle assurance that you were safe.

“I know you said it’s going to be fine to let her compete, but I’m really not liking how close that sounded.” He looks over his shoulder at Rumi, a concerned frown highlighting how worried he was. “You heard what that concierge said, as long as she’s not outside alone then she’ll be fine. It’s three categories over three days and then one final day crowning the winners, everything will be fine.” She consoles you both; her logic soothing Keigo’s worries and her gentle tone and touch soothing you.

“If you say so.” Keigo turns back to the window as another howl rings out, longer and seemingly closer than before.

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You were high on praise at this point! Two days of being poked and prodded, your skin and hair being rubbed and combed through, your manners and etiquette all being put to the test led to you going home with at least two shiny new ribbons. If you did good today too, then you’d have a new trophy for Rumi to display and who knows how much she’ll spoil you then!

“Who’s a perfect girl? You are!” Rumi gushed as you all but floated next to her, head feeling light and fuzzy with all the praise and rush of adrenaline from meeting so many people in such a short time. “One last day and then the worst of it is all over, then you can have lavender baths and your iced treats again.” Keigo leans down to carefully pet you, making sure not to ruin any of Rumi’s hard work.

“Excuse me, Ms. Usagiyama and Mr. Takami?” A man approaches you three just as you’re about to head to the same theater area as the days before. “I’m terribly sorry but we tried to reach you this morning, there’s been a change of venue for today’s category. It appears that the alleged wolf has fled the area, so the chairman wanted today’s exhibition to be done outside.” The older man bows as he finishes, and stands ready to lead you all out.

“You’re sure that it’s safe?” Keigo keeps Rumi from moving as he stares the man down. “Yes, the wolf was chased away from the nearby area and is being hunted by local rangers.” You look up to your owners and let out a whine, wanting to move already, and they both sigh before letting the man lead you outside.

“We’ve already moved everything for your convenience, and are allowing all trainers thirty minutes before the final round begins to finish grooming or styling.” You’re led to a low table covered with a pink blanket, your name monogrammed on the side, and left alone with your owners. Rumi inspects you and adjusts the tiniest detail while Keigo scans the tree line, staying as close as he can without knocking into you or Rumi.

“I don’t like this, not one bit.” “Same here, Kei, but you know the guy that runs these things. He’s all into ‘appreciating nature in its fullest form’, besides, if something does happen, we can just sue them.” Rumi counters as she steps back and looks you over. “Perfect. As always.” She nods to herself before scanning the crowd.

“None of these mutts can even hold a candle to our pretty girl.” She mutters as a pair of hybrids bolt from their owners, kicking up dirt and causing a ruckus. “Just be glad there aren’t any Todoroki dogs competing. We always came in second when one of them were showing.” Keigo’s comment irks Rumi enough to turn her icy glare onto him. “Yeah, well it’s unfair for the chairman of the organization to put his own pets in. Of course they’ll have the best coats and be the best behaved, he has the money to make it happen.”

You smile as the two start bickering, forgetting the chaos and noise of the crowd until a whistle is blown. “Trainers, please step away from your animals while today’s final judgements are made.” Someone calls out and you watch Rumi and Keigo huff before stepping away, though staying close to get to you should anything happen.

“Hm, Usagiyama’s pup looks well kept. Perfectly groomed, well-fed but not overfed, perfect size for her listed breed.” An older man’s voice comments while you keep your eyes focused ahead of you, just as you’ve been trained to.

You tense up as gloved hands pull your white bodysuit to the side, exposing your quivering sex. “Healthy coloring and lubricant production.” You clench your eyes shut and practice the breathing techniques Rumi taught you as fingers continue to prod and stroke your sensitive flesh.

“Very nice, Ms Usagiyama?” You exhale as the man finally steps away, and practically have to stop yourself from completely dropping onto the table. “After the announcement, I’d like to speak with you about another matter.” Afterwards, you see a man in a gaudy red suit walk over to another hybrid and quickly run through the same examination you just suffered through.

“I really hope he doesn’t want to fuck her.” “Keigo!” You swivel your head to look at the two as Rumi smacks his arm. “Ow! What?! Tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing!” He quietly yells, trying not to draw attention from anyone else. “Just because I was thinking it, doesn’t mean I was going to say anything.” Keigo leans closer, just staring at her.

“You’re hoping you can price gouge him if he wants her as a breeder, aren’t you?” This accusation makes Rumi look away as she mumbles half-baked lies and excuses. “Knew it. You know she wouldn’t be able to compete then, right? It’d be against the rules of bias and association, since she’d be a breeder to the chairman’s dogs.”

That statement makes Rumi freeze up, like she hadn’t thought of that, before she visibly deflates. “Fuck, are you serious? I thought I’d be able to negotiate for enough that we could take a nice vacation and still have some leftover for that new bow and collar set.” She pouts as Keigo shakes his head at her, before a piercing howl breaks through the quiet hum of the crowd.

“What was that?!” “I thought the wolf was gone?!” “My precious can’t stay out here if a wolf is here!” There are screams and yells all around you as everyone scrambles to get back inside. You leap down and look for Rumi and Keigo in the madness, but can’t find them and quickly become disoriented in the mob of people fleeing.

You manage to break through the stream of people and press yourself against a table, hiding partially underneath with your tail tucked between your legs as you start to shake. “Rumi…Keigo…” you whimper out as swathes of feet and paws rush by until no one else seems to be outside. “Come out, little one. It’s just you and me.” You yelp as the table covering you is knocked over, revealing a shaggy, half mange scarred skin-half white furred wolf or very very large dog hybrid looming over you with crazed blue eyes staring down at you.

“P-please, don’t eat me.” You manage to whimper out in between panicking breaths. “Aw, is the little puppy scared of the big bad wolf? Afraid I’m gonna bite ya and ruin that pretty little neck?” He leans closer and groans as he smells you, with a shudder running through his body. “You must be one of those dumb bitches that can’t speak. I’ll make sure you’re screaming tonight when I get ya back ho-“ a giant red figure barrels into the wolf.

“Get inside! NOW!” The scarred face of the wolf-dog you’ve seen in the lobby turns to you and snarls as he holds the younger creature down, with a bit of a struggle. “So she’s your new mate huh? I definitely want her now, you old geezer.” You hear the wolf cackle as you finally bolt away and to the nearest door, not looking back until you barrel into the chest of one of your owners, you don’t care who it is so long as you’re not being chased by that wolf.

“Shh, you’re okay baby. You’re safe now and Daddy is so sorry you were left alone.” Two pairs of arms encircle you and rub along your back or head while whispering apologies and calming words as frenzied whispers echo around you.

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Keigo was angrily throwing things into suitcases and bags, trying not to wake you but quickly losing control of his rage. “I knew we shouldn’t have gone outside, I just knew it.” He mutters as he stuffs his own things back into his duffel bag and zips it up. “Keigo.” Rumi tries to get his attention but he ignores her as he piles the packed luggage by the door, ready to leave once the sun is up in the morning.

“Keigo Takami.” “What?!” He finally snaps and looks at her, trembling and breathing heavily. “She’s okay, we’re leaving tomorrow, and I already promised you that I wouldn’t put her through another competition for the rest of the year. Please, just calm down.” She nearly begs, a rarity for /the/ Rumi Usagiyama, and is about to reach for him when the door to their room is knocked on.

Rumi sighs and goes to open the door, revealing the chairman and one of his hybrids. “Ms Usagiyama and Mr Takami, I hope you’ll excuse this intrusion. There is something I wish to speak with you about.” “I’m sorry, Mr Tsukuba but for obvious reasons this just isn’t the best time.” Rumi tries to remain polite, but even she can hear just how tired she is from today’s events.

“It’s about what happened today. May we please come in?” Rumi looks back to her partner, slouched on the couch with his head down, before letting the pair in. “Thank you, how is your pup doing?” “She’s finally gotten some sleep. Poor thing wouldn’t let go of Keigo until she was asleep.” Tsukuba shakes his head and looks down, a deep frown showing just how ashamed he is that something so harrowing had happened.

“I truly am sorry, I was told that there was only one wolf and the area was clear of any other creatures that posed a threat. In fact, that’s why both Enji and myself are here.” The tall dog, or possibly wolf-dog, steps forward and briefly looks at his owner before clearing his throat. “The one that attacked was my first pup, Touya. He ran away years ago, but I have no doubt that was him.” “I don’t see how that information is needed, our Y/N is traumatized because of your mutt. So get to why you two are here.” Keigo finally speaks up, standing and glaring at the pair.

“Seeing the condition Touya was in, we’d like to capture him so he can be rehabilitated. That being said, he’s evaded all the traps that were set and-“ “Get the fuck out.” Keigo snarls, his mind connecting the dots long before the chairman could get to the point. “Keigo!” “No! I’m not letting you use her as bait to get your mutt back so just get out!” He storms over, held back by Rumi, as he lets his rage be known-consequences be damned!

Enji takes a half-step, snarling and growling, before Tsukuba pulls him back. “I simply wanted to update you on our efforts to trap him, and ask that you please wait until morning to leave. I’ve hired extra security to keep everyone safe as you all leave, but they won’t arrive until tomorrow. Thank you for your time, and have a pleasant rest of your evening.” With that, the chairman and his dog leave. It’s not enough to calm Keigo though, the fiery rage bubbling in his chest.

He has to get out, just get some air before he says or does something. “Where are you going? Keigo, You should stay here.” Rumi tries to grab his hand, but he pulls away from her as he starts to walk out the door. “I just need a minute, I’m going down to the gym. I’ll be back.” He doesn’t spare her a glance as he storms out.

“The nerve of that old bastard, wanting to use her like that.” He mutters as he nears the steel door to the hotel’s gym, before something hits the back of his neck and the pristine carpet meets his face.

He tries to move, speak, just a finger, but his body all but shuts down and refuses to move. “A shame we couldn’t come to a peaceful resolution, young man. I sincerely hope you’ll forgive me for borrowing your pup, don’t worry though, you’ll have her back before sunrise.” Keigo couldn’t keep his eyes open long enough to glare at the expensive shoes that stepped into his line of vision, and all too soon, they shut even as his heart hammered in his chest and burned with fury once more.

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Rumi paced the length of the living room, her thoughts racing between anger and fear. She, of course, was angry that the chairman had even allowed the event to be held outside but, even more than that, he tried to show up and ask that they allow him to use their pup as bait.

She also was worried, seeing Keigo get that upset and the way he stormed off just made the pit of worry in her stomach grow.

The knocking at the door breaks her from her thoughts and she hurries over, opening it without thinking-or just thinking that Keigo just forgot his keycard. “Keigo-“ She’s cut off as a mask is shoved into her face and she’s pressed against the wall. “Stop! Y/N! Keigo…help.” She starts trailing off as her eyes grow heavy and her limbs feel like lead.

“She’s just about gone, take her and put her with the other one, Natsuo.” Tired eyes struggle to lift up and take in the white furred hybrid holding her up, a frown on his face as he obediently listens to the barked orders of the hybrid she saw just hours ago.

“Wh-what are…you doing?” She manages to get out before she’s carried out and down to the elevator, a terrified shriek being the only thing she hears before the doors shut.

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Your ears twitch as you wake, hearing someone pacing outside of your room. You look around, noticing that Keigo wasn’t with you and neither was Rumi. Your ears flatten and you start to shake as you hear the slam of the front door then whispers before heavy footsteps make their way to your room.

“I know you’re in there, little pup. It’s in your best interest to come out on your own.” The hybrid that saved you earlier calls out to you through the door, and your body seizes up.

The hybrid that saved you was larger than the wolf, and you’re sure he’s much faster than you too. There was no chance of running away, and you’re sure you wouldn’t be able to hide from such an apex hybrid. He essentially had you trapped with no way out, aside from following him.

You let out a low, frightened whine as your claws dig into the bedding and your shoulders grow heavy with tension. Your body was taut and ready to try and run if you saw the chance, your heart was hammering away and your head grew fuzzy as your eyes were locked on the door.

You drop off the bed and bolt through the space under the giant hybrid the second he opens the door, just barely dodging his hands as they brush against the back of your tail. You let out a yelp and try to escape through the open front door, shrieking in terror as a heavy weight drops on top of you and wrestles you to the ground. “Stop moving, mutt.” The older hybrid growls as he holds you still, even as you try to blindly reach back and scratch him.

“I said, stop. If you want to see your owners again, stop.” He snarls into your flattened ear before a large clawed hand wraps around your collared neck. Even as you struggle to breathe and break from the panic engulfing you, your base instincts make you halt any movement. “You’re going to come with me, quietly, and you’ll sit and wait for commands like a good contest bitch. Then you’ll get to go home with your owners, got it?”

You whimper but nod anyway, anything to keep him from driving those sharp claws into your neck. He lets out a warning growl as he stands with you and practically drags you out of the room and down to the metal doors at the end of the hall. “I won’t let that whelp actually harm you, he’s done enough damage.” He says, as the doors open he all but pushes you in before boxing you in and pressing a button, the chime of the doors closing and shake of the box letting you know you’re stuck with him.

“Why? Where’s Keigo and Rumi?” You whimper out and slowly fall to your knees, adrenaline leaving you exhausted and filled with fear at what’s to come. “He already showed an interest in you, and until he comes out of wherever he’s hiding, you’re going to sit outside. I’ll be nearby, so will your owners and a group of other wolfhounds so quit your whimpering.” There’s another chime as the doors open and he grabs you by the bicep, dragging you to your feet, and leads you down a series of halls until you see the very same doors you went through just earlier that day.

He all but slams the door open and drags you over to what seems to be a clear area, but as you’re dragged closer you can make out a clear cage—just small enough for you to be able to sit up in. You’re shoved in and left alone as he marches away, concealed in the dark until you’re blinded by the sudden onslaught of lights all aimed at you.

You can’t see anything beyond the walls of light blinding you, it’s all shadows to you but you can hear the slightest shuffle of feet against the grass and the sound of something hitting the ground twice.

“Rumi, Keigo? Are you there?” You whisper out, afraid to speak too loud or that beast from earlier would show up. Only the crickets and cicadas greet your call.

Involuntarily, you let out a whine and whip your head back and forth in an effort to keep track of any possible movement. You don’t know how long you sat there, whimpering and imagining things moving in the shadows, but as your eyes grow heavy and you curl up with your knees tucked to your chest, you can just barely hear the sound of twigs snapping.

Your eyes fully open as you sit up again and look around for any change in the woods before you. There, in the distance, you can just make out the haunting glow of blue eyes staring back at you.

Suddenly, the cage feels too small and the world too quiet as those eyes move closer, and closer until you can just make out the face of the wolf that attacked you earlier. Blue eyes that seem to glow in the dark of the woods, scarred taut skin that holds a deranged grin aimed at you. White fur sprouts wildly from him, at least where there isn’t scarred skin, and you can barely see a large hand with sharp claws digging into the earth—ready to pounce on the sacrifice left for the beast.

You scoot back in your tiny cell until your back meets the cool glass as you watch him stalk closer, “S-stay away!” You attempt to growl at him as you curl up, trying to keep space between the two of you even with the help of the closed cage door. “Aw, such a cute little growl. You almost sounded serious.” He whispers as he grips onto the door to the cell and pulls it, the creaking of the hinges sends your heart racing like never before.

“I can almost hear your heart, you must be so scared of the big” he gives a tug to the door and the hinges bend, “bad,” you shriek as the door gives way and his paw snatches your ankle, “wolf.” He pulls you out to him, rocks and the earth scraping against your back until he has you under him.

Your chest aches as you struggle to breathe, fear freezing your veins and gripping your heart until you can’t focus on anything but the way he drags his tongue over his teeth as he stares down at you. How he stares down at you, ready to sink his teeth in and tear you in two. Time seems to move slowly as he raises a paw, razor sharp claws ready to cut you open, but then a white blur barrels into the wolf above you and you gasp for air as growls ring out to your right.

On shaky paws, you struggle to sit up and see another wolfhound struggling to restrain the wolf that had you pinned just seconds ago. You watch for a few seconds as the two fight before you snap out of your paralysis and end up bolting into the woods, only thinking of getting as far from danger as possible.

Short and shallow breaths puff out as you dash through the forest, wincing each time a stray branch or thorny bush cuts into you or tears at the white bodysuit still clinging to your body, but you can’t stop, not until you find somewhere safe to hide until morning.

At least, that’s what your instincts tell you. Hide, run, hide, run, hide, RUN, HIDE!

Your jumbled thoughts race through as you frantically look around, no hiding places in sight. Until your feet catch on a stray root, and you’re forced to stop moving, that is. That’s when you see the dead, nearly hollow, tree leaning against another fallen tree.

If it wasn't for your fall, you’d never have seen the opening past the curtain of leaves hanging off the bottom. You carefully crawl into the empty crevice, trying not to disturb anything until you’re sure you couldn’t be seen by anyone. You could only hope that the hybrid that dragged you out here caught that wolf, and that when morning came, your owners would come looking for you and take you home, where it’s safe and warm.

They’d dote on you and protect you, just like they did when they brought you home from the shelter. They’d treat you like glass and if you were lucky, you’d never have to leave home again.

Such thoughts unknowingly let a whimper slide out of you as you sat curled in your hiding spot, the ache of home and Rumi and Keigo too much for your gentle heart to bear. You bit your lip and shook your head, shaking away the thought, and focused once again on listening for any sounds. You had to be aware of the tiniest noise, if he found you again, then you may not get another chance to run.

Your ears twitch as you hear something, too soft to be footsteps but too heavy to be anything else. You don’t hear anything but the slightest scuffle of something brushing against the earth. You hear it move past you, then it’s behind your spot, then it moves past you one more time. You hold your breath until you’re sure you don’t hear the noise again, it’s been quiet since the wolf showed up, almost like the forest was afraid of him.

Still, you only exhale once you’ve covered your face and muffled any potential noise. You’re tempted to leave your little hiding spot, the ache in your legs only tempting you more, but the fear of being found makes you stay still. Your brow scrunches up as you hear something, but before you can start to listen there’s a crack in the wood right above your head. Black, sharpened claws pull at the dead wood before your stomach drops and your face crumbles.

He found you

You scramble to escape through the bottom as he tears at the decayed wood. You even manage to sprint past him before he growls, and you’re tackled into the dirt. Clawed hands hold you down while his legs and hips keep yours pinned down, unable to do much more than squirm in place. “Good little mate, you made things fun for once. Most contest bitches just roll over and show their belly, but you made me chase you. I might even go to the trouble of keeping you and our pups now.” You yip as he lightly bites your shoulder, deep enough to feel the sting but nothing more.

“No! Get off! Rumi! Keigo!” You defiantly yell and manage to get a hand free, blindly clawing at him. Your hand catches him for a second, long enough to make him lean back and snarl at you while you try to drag yourself out from under him. “You want to play dirty, Princess? Fine.” You choke on a yelp, the sound stuck in your throat as you’re roughly pulled back into place and the bottom of your bodysuit is ripped apart, exposing your cunt.

Once more, you try to reach back and scratch him, but this time, he grabs your paws and holds them behind your back as he shoves two of his clawed fingers into your unprepared hole. The rough intrusion has you crying out and freezing up at the same time, trying to adjust to the sudden change.

“That hurt, you know?” He nips at your ear as he roughly pumps his fingers into your quickly lubricating cunt. “If you wanted it rough, then you should’ve just said so, Princess. No need to scratch my pretty face.” He chuckles while you start shaking below him, knees threatening to knock together as he starts swiping at your clit.

"Such a pretty thing, all soft and dumb." You try not to whimper as he nips at your collarbone, and a low growl leaves him at the sound. "You want to learn a new trick, hm?" You shake your head and close your eyes, trying to pretend he's not affecting you, even as your pussy weeps for him with every twitch of his fingers.

You obviously don't fool him, but he doesn't take offense, just removes his claws from your dripping cunt and watches your hips try to chase his retreating hand as you fail to stifle a whimper "Aw, did you like that? C'mon, speak, and I'll give you a treat." He taunts you, and you nearly give in before shaking your head and try to move away from him. He doesn't let you, though, and you end up just wiggling around in the dirt before he drops his whole body on top of you, forcing you to be still under his weight.

Now that you're forced to lie still, with every movement restricted by the much larger wolf-hybrid on top, you can feel something hot and thick rubbing against you, just slow enough that you wouldn't have felt it if you were still able to struggle against him. A whimper claws its way out of you as something catches before steadily filling your waiting cunt.

Language seems to have been thrown out of the realm of possibility with each pull of his hips as the two of you soon devolved into a pair of grunting, moaning, and growling dogs.

"Filthy...show dog...knock you up...give you something real." He growled into your bare shoulder before yanking your hips up and forcing your head down into the dirt. His thrusts grew harsher with each passing moment while your mind grew hazy, and your core tightened as you desperately bucked your hips.

Drool and mud began to cover your cheek as your eyes involuntarily rolled back after a harsh thrust hit something that had your toes curling and your brain short-circuting. "There it is..." You hear the wolf-hybrid mutter as he nuzzles against your neck, sharpened teeth scraping against the delicate skin.

Distantly, you could hear something familiar that tugged at some corner of your mind; a voice, maybe? Why did it sound so familiar? Was that your name they were calling?

You cry out as he suddenly dug his fans into the side of your neck, his hips pistoning into you, forcing his knot against your cunt until the of you were locked together. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth left gaping as your body seemed to ignite.

Just as your mind started to shut off, fiery lighting racing through your body as you felt something filling you, something bright caught your lingering attention. It was all too much for you, though.

The chase, the fight, and the intense fucking had worn you down and left you on the brink of pure exhaustion like you've never known before. You couldn't help but go limp under the hybrid, your mate since he claimed you, and let yourself drift off.

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"Did we really have to bring him back with us?" Keigo glares at the newest edition to the house, for now, as he leans closer to Rumi. "Unless you wanted our pup and their puppies to become feral things in the woods, then yes. He's a lot calmer than he first was, so what's your deal?" She shoves at his shoulder and looks over at Dabi-or Touya, as he used to be called- as he suddenly rises and looks towards the door as the doctor walks out.

"Well, congratulations are in order. Your pup is, in fact, carrying a litter, I'd estimate she's roughly four weeks along and will need lots of rest. Most couplings with larger hybrid species leave their mate nearly always exhausted, so just make sure she eats and drinks water from time to time." Rumi stood to thank the doctor and walk her out as Keigo and Dabi glared at each other.

The sound of a quiet whine broke their staring contest as the former didn't hesitate to enter the closed room, throwing a look over his shoulder just before the door shut.

"I knew we shouldn't have put her in that competition. Damn it." Keigo muttered with a sigh before standing and looking towards the shut door, a frown tugging at his face.

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madebykatobi · 3 months ago

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𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈/𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐩𝐥𝐟, 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 (𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢) 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING DABI:

he acts like he doesn't care about you when you first meet, but he's definitely sizing you up, trying to figure out your quirk and how useful you'll be to the league.

your first real conversation is probably him sarcastically asking if you’re sure you’re in the right place, followed by a cutting remark about your villain name.

he secretly respects a good villain name, though. if yours is clever, it gets you a few points in his book.

if your quirk complements his in some way (like you can create flammable substances or help control his flames), he'll be intrigued, but he'll never let you know that outright. he'll just suddenly be around you more often during training or missions.

he’ll make a rude joke about your villain outfit and then make a comment about how you should “try harder” if you want to make it past this league.

DABI CRUSHING ON YOU:

he'd never admit it, but your dedication to villainy is a huge turn-on for him. seeing you embrace the darker side of yourself is... interesting.

he'll pick fights with you, not because he hates you, but because he wants to see you use your quirk. it’s also his weird way of flirting.

you'll catch him staring at you sometimes when he thinks you're not looking, especially after you've successfully pulled off a particularly brutal or clever move.

he pretends to be annoyed when you ask him for help or advice, but he secretly enjoys it. it's a chance to show off his knowledge and power.

he’ll start leaving small “gifts” for you: stolen items that he thinks you might find useful or amusing. it could be anything from a rare explosive to a vintage lighter to a particularly disturbing news clipping.

if someone else flirts with you, he'll become dangerously territorial. he might not say anything directly, but he'll make his displeasure very clear with a chilling glare or a well-placed threat.

he always seems to know when you are in trouble, often appearing out of nowhere to (reluctantly) help you. He'll deny it if you thank him.

the first time he accidentally touches you (maybe during a training exercise), he'll flinch away like he's been burned, even if it's just a brush of your hands. he’ll pretend it's because he doesn't want to get close to anyone, but really, he's just flustered.

DATING DABI:

dating dabi is intense. it's not all sunshine and roses. expect a lot of angst, brooding, and philosophical debates about the nature of heroism and villainy.

he's not good with physical affection at first. maybe a fleeting touch or a hand on your shoulder. it takes time for him to get comfortable with more.

he’ll only show you his soft side when you’re alone. think quiet moments where he lets his guard down and actually talks to you about his past (but only in vague terms, of course).

he’s fiercely protective of you, but he’ll never coddle you. he believes in your strength and will push you to become even stronger.

his love language is acts of service. he might not say "i love you," but he'll always make sure you have everything you need to succeed in your villainous endeavors.

he'll open up to you, eventually, about his past as touya. but it'll be a slow, painful process, filled with anger and resentment. be patient with him.

he'll test you, constantly. he needs to know that you're loyal, that you understand him, and that you're not going to abandon him like everyone else in his life.

dates consist of arson. maybe robbing a place, maybe blowing up a building that’s endeavor’s.

he'll find a "comfortable spot" that he isn't burning hot, and let you touch him there.

he finds comfort in hearing about your plans for the future, even if they’re incredibly violent. just knowing you're thinking about the future at all is comforting to him.

he might buy you jewelry he steals from the heroes he kills.

he will start trying to control his flames, but he will never be able to completely. he will always have a small fire burning somewhere on his skin.

he hates cuddling but he doesn't complain when you rest your head against his chest, as long as it's over his clothes.

he finds it hard to smile so his way of showing you he is happy is through a small nod.

you'll be one of the few people who see him smile. it's rare, but when it happens, it's genuine and surprisingly beautiful.

you’re his anchor. you’re the reason he keeps fighting, the reason he hasn’t completely succumbed to the darkness. he’d never admit it out loud, but you’re the most important thing in his life.

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madebykatobi · 3 months ago

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Toga, Tomura, Toya 💛💖🤍

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madebykatobi · 4 months ago

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Close Enough

Pairing: Dabi x m!reader

Genre: smut

Content: college!au, fucking Dabi at a college party

♤Warnings: drunk sex, top!reader, no prep, bit of degradation♤

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You drank way more than you meant to, multiple rounds of beer pong and boredom sips showing their effect. You feel lighthearted, careless, free. Laughter falls from your lips as your friends do something stupid you barely remember when your amusement subsides. Someone suddenly catches your attention, who almost immidiately sours your mood—Touya Todoroki, better known as Dabi amongst your peers. Son of Enji Todoroki one of the benefactors of your college and a very influential man. Perhaps the only reason his son wasn't expelled yet.

You couldn't pinpoint the exact situation that planted the mutual hate between you, but there are plenty stored in your memory that made your dislike for the arrogant prick grow. His piercing blue eyes were already fixed on you, a detail you fail to notice.

College parties aren't Dabi's usual domain, but he craved distraction tonight, finding it when he spots you in the middle of a small group, laughing your ass off, careless and fun - everything he is not, leaned against a wall with a cup full of peach-flavored liquor.

Something seems different tonight. The white-haired boy can't identify what, pushing the responsibility of this feeling onto the pleasant buzz in his veins, painfully aware of how stupid that excuse is, considering he did notice some things even before this night. The way his eyes usually stay glued to you for seconds longer than necessary, your enticing laugh that caught his attention like a damn magnet, your way too pretty face he sometimes can't get out of his mind. Perhaps the alcohol isn't the cause for these feelings but rather the catalyst forcing him to feel them head-on without his stubborn mind keeping them at bay.

Your eyes narrow, annoyed with the way he just keeps looking at you. Doesn't Dabi have anything better to do than keep staring with those infuriatingly burning eyes, making it impossible to look away and focus on anything else? The alcohol boosts the feelings of annoyance, your lips curled in a snarl before you down the last contents of your cup and make your way towards his slim figure, unsure what your plan is, but sure you can't stand his silent staring any longer.

"You keep staring." His smirk only widens when you're finally standing before him, your voice sounding steadier than you had thought - maybe you're not as drunk as your feelings suggest - "Got something to say, or just enjoying the view?"

Dabi shifts slightly, his tongue burning heavy with liquor. He feels strangely content with your presence, an exciting spark flickering in his abdomen. "Maybe I'm just wonderin' why you're here," he responds gruffly, lifting his nose with arrogance.

"'Cause it's a party? Ever heard of those? Kinda my thing," you scoff, rolling your eyes. God, he pisses you off.

"Huh.. so you always try this hard to act like you belong?" his eyes challenge you, that damn smirk playing around his lips again. How much you hate this look, how much it infuriates you and makes you want to wipe it off, force his face into a much more humble expression, one of submission, and- you stop your thoughts before they can stray any further.

"Nah, but for real... what’s your deal? Thought you hated me, but you keep lookin' like you've something to say."

"You wish, tryhard," Dabi snorts, shaking his head dismissively, though his grin disappears when you take another step closer, and he realizes he has no way to escape with the wall pressed against his back. His eyes seem more attentive now, nailed on your every move.

Your turn to wear the self-satisfied smirk. Your eyes challengingly fix on his, your voice dripping with drunken cockiness, "Then quit eye fucking me, bro."

There is silence between you two, but somehow not just in your space, but the whole party drowns out for a painfully long moment, chatter and music fading as you two stand intimidatingly close, the eye contact heavy with a newfound tension. Your brain is fuzzy, buzzing from the alcohol, and only for a second your eyes drop lower, finding his lips before moving back to his eyes. Fuck.

"Go back to your friends," Dabi snarls, outwardly unphased by the small movement of your eyes, but his insides feel like they're on fire, tingling and burning like the alcohol had previously done, a sudden desperation fueling the flames.

You swallow, your throat sticky from the suspenseful hostility between you and Dabi but don't back down, "Why, you suddenly got a problem with company?"

"'Cause I don't need you this close."

He sounds bitter, his tone barely a snarl but there is something in his voice, the smallest hint that betrays softness. You go on a leap, trusting this tone isn't something your drunken mind made up, and lean even closer, smelling the sweet booze on his breath.

"Scared you might actually do somethin' about it, hm?"

There it is. Something in Dabi's eyes flickers a drastic shift from his usual cocky demeanor and indifferent gaze, something like hope and regret simultaneously. You can't place his feelings before understanding as he leans closer, lips parted. Your heart almost stops and you just barely manage to stop him from kissing you with a hand on his chest - the contact tingles, physicality highly untypical between you and him.

You stare at each other, Dabi's attention flickering between your irises and lips and yours locked on his parted mouth, your tongue subconsciously darting outwards in anticipation. His fucking audacity to just try and kiss you like this in front of everyone pisses you off even more, the mix of drunkenness, arousal, and rage creating an explosive concoction in your bloodstream.

You grab his wrist without thinking and roughly pull him with you, your expression stern, locked on the bathroom. No rational thoughts lie behind your eyes, only angry desire serving as fuel. Dabi stumbles into the bathroom as you push him into it and lock the door behind you. Within seconds he's trapped against the sink, your arms caging him, nose almost touching his with how close you are to his face.

"You're supposed to fuckin' hate me, remember? So what the hell was that?" you growl at him, eyes staring into his animalistically.

"Shut the fuck up just fuckin' kiss me-" his words are jumbled together, alcohol and nervousness making Dabi's tongue heavier than he's used to, but he doesn't have to worry about forming any more words as your lips crash against his, brutally ruthless.

You both gasp in surprise, finding this desire, this lustful hunger to be completely uncharted territory. Your teeth clash with how forceful you're kissing him, the taste of liquor and beer mingling, creating a sticky feel between you two, which your tongue laps up without hesitation, entering Dabi's mouth to get more.

You're pushing against him so eagerly that his torso is forced to bend backward over the sink, hips forcefully pressed against yours and you can feel him getting hard almost perfectly in time with you. Dabi is beyond embarrassed, his face burning hot against yours, struggling to keep up with the pace of the kiss. There is a mewl, something that almost sounds like a moan as you involuntarily grind your hips against his and it only worsens your craving to go further.

The alcohol makes everything feel hazy, Dabi's senses both dulled and heightened and he barely registers when his slim fingers grab at your waistband, blindly finding the zipper of your pants and pulling it down. His movement is shaky but determined, hand flinching when it suddenly makes contact with your cock through the boxer shorts.

He gasps into the kiss, eyes opening for a second before he seems to find his confidence again, kissing you fiercer, and his hand pursues its mission again, pulling down your underwear along. He wraps around your erection, squeezing enthusiastically, slightly stroking as you groan against his lips, approving his advance wordlessly.

You pull away, brows furrowed while trying to comprehend what the hell is happening through your hazy mind. Dabi uses the moment to glance downwards, a half-smirk spreading his lips as his thumb presses against your tip.

"You gonna fuck me, big boy?" he rasps, eyes lidded. His voice makes you twitch, thrusting into his hand harshly. The question excites you, breath quickening.

"If that's what you want," you respond, word slurred, eyes barely managing to look into his. Your attention continues to drift all over his face, split with your cock in his warm hand.

He barely has to nod before you roughly turn him around, one hand on his shoulder to push him over the sink. Dabi groans, allowing you to manhandle him, not even protesting against the derogatory position. His pants are pulled down in an instant, degradingly only to his mid-thigh level.

"There's a condom in my pocket," he grunts, turning his head to look back at you. His cheeks are flushed, muscles tensed with anticipation. You barely register what he said taking an awkward moment to understand and find said object. Dabi doesn't seem to mind, clearly just as tipsy as you.

The condom rolls on easily, and you're already spreading Dabi's ass when you painfully remember you still have to prep him. You can't help a groan.

"Don't fuckin' feel like preppin' you," you slur, eyes casting to his turned face to gauge if you should just take him like this, your dick agreeing with that idea.

Dabi scowls, turning his head so you wouldn't see his face anymore, "Just fuck me," he growls, pushing his hips backward slightly.

You don't have to be told twice, lining your cock with his willing hole, your hand holding his hip strongly. You notice Dabi's knuckles turning white with how strongly he holds onto the sink under him, grunting in pain as you begin to slide into him, your length disappearing painfully slow inside Dabi's tense hole.

He's so damn tight, you hold your breath while sliding into him, groaning through clenched teeth. Strangled gasps from Dabi fill the bathroom, only making it harder to restrain yourself. When your hips meet the moldable flesh of his ass, you have to pause, not just for him, but for yourself too, the unfamiliar pressure on your length pressing all the air from your lungs.

Both hands rest by his hips, holding him tight, and feeling when he gets impatient, the slightest push against you indicating his willingness for more. You hiss as you pull out of him, eyes closed in bliss, feeling his walls trying to suck you back in.

A loud cry rips from Dabi's throat when your dick snaps back into him, a harsh slap shared between your hips and his bottom. His whole body starts rocking against the sink as you find an easy rhythm, your gaze locked on the back of his head, enjoying the way he's helpless under you. Having him like this, moaning and writhing for your cock is much more pleasant than his usual pretentious attitude.

Dabi starts to get loud, any thoughts of discretion out the window with how full you make him feel, how fucked out and singed with pleasure. The alcohol in his system lets your thrusts bleed together, a continuous flow of pleasure wrecking his body, hips fighting your grip to join your movements. He feels greedy for more still.

You lose yourself in his tightness completely, mind hazy and barely present, registering some 2000s pop hit playing in the background and subconsciously matching its rhythm. Your thrusts are ruthless, hard, and unwavering as you chase the building release in your abdomen.

"Fuuuck," you groan, one hand leaving Dabi's hips to grab his nape, pushing him further down roughly, "didn't think you'd be such a cockslut, Dabi," you growl, your thrusts striking even harder into him.

He cries out again, his hand moving up to brace himself against the tiled wall behind the sink, fingers curling against the cold underground. His voice sounds like that of a stranger's, so very desperate and fucked out, but you found to like it way more than the usual gruff tone of his relentless remarks.

Your climax creeps up on you steady and masked by the alcohol. You barely register when you're right before it. It catches you by surprise, your thrusts faltering and hand quickly moving down to Dabi's cock, stroking him vigorously, wanting him to finish before you. He seems to be just as close as you are, coming almost immediately after you wrap your hand around him, a sticky warmness coating your fingers.

His ass clenches with his orgasm, the strangled cries finally pulling you over the edge as well. The restriction of the condom is frustrating when you imagine painting his insides with your load, humiliatingly marking him. The high makes you feel even fuzzier than the alcohol did, your vision blurring momentarily, head filled with content bliss.

You feel slightly disappointed when you have to pull out of him, his tight warmth replaced with the feeling of cold wetness. Your face is scrunched as you pull the condom off of you and tie it to a knot. Dabi is still recovering, hunched over the sink with ragged breaths. You use the moment to slip the condom into the pocket of his hoodie without him noticing. A little reminder for later.

He turns around, his face flushed, lips red and bitten, eyes unfocused. The sight reveals his next statement to be a lie, "I've seen grannies fuck better than you."

You almost laugh, caught off guard by his remaining brattiness. Of course, he wouldn't suddenly be a pleasant companion from just one dirty orgasm in someone's bathroom. "Tell yourself that," you pat his cheek condescendingly before pulling your pants up, finding his eyes with a slight smirk again, "you know where to find me if you need another round."

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madebykatobi · 4 months ago

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You Catch BF Dabi Watching Porn | One Shot

"Touyaaaaa..." You whine as you turn your key in the lock of your boyfriend's apartment. You easily push open the door with your foot. "Touyaaaa! I had a bad day."

You fling the door wide open, and the scene before you makes you drop your bag to the floor with a surprised "thump."

The first thing that catches your attention is the living room TV set - it flickers through a generic looking porn scene. A couple fucking doggy style. The sound is muffled, volume turned down low. The busty blonde on the screen moans, her breasts bouncing in time with her lovers' thrusts as she's fucked senseless.

The second thing you see - and you can't believe you didn't notice this first - is Touya sitting on the couch with his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles. His shirt is pulled up a bit, revealing his pale abs in the evening light. He's leaned back comfortably amongst the decorative throw pillows you insisted he buy, his head leaned across the back of the couch as he watches the porno. He's stroking his cock in time with the porn couple's fucking, his bright eyes transfixed on the television as he jerks himself off. A bottle of lube rests next to him on the couch cushion. Based on the way his cock and abs are all glossy, you tell see that he's already used quite a lot. Your pussy twitches to life at the scene. He looks so...hot. You want to absolutely devour him.

You quickly slam the door shut behind you, lest any of Touya's neighbors catch a glance of the shocking scene.

At the startling sound of the door, Touya graces you with a glance. He continues to stroke himself as he tilts his head to the side and shoots you a lazy look. His mouth splits into a teasing grin.

Ugh that fucking smile.

You feel heat and arousal pool in your core as his bright blue eyes dart around your body. You shift uncomfortably on your feet as you feel your pussy throb beneath his intense gaze.

"I know what'll fix your bad day, beautiful." He says, staring you dead in the eyes as he slows down his pace. Oh - so he was listening to you then? You watch his hand slide up from the base of his dick, shiny with lube. His body shudders as he slowly works at the tip. His pupils are blown wide as he stares you down, his length aching for your attention. "Come climb on my cock."

You don't need telling twice.

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madebykatobi · 6 months ago

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doing the “she’s busy” prank on them!

pairings: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, geto suguru, katsuki bakugo, dabi, and aizawa!

warnings: suggestive, sexual content mentioned, mentions of killing, toji is kinda crazy, use of foul language, and etc.

author note: part 1. y’all are lucky to get a part two smh. came from this request!! here you go bby :) it’s thanks to them y’all get fed again, also i chose random ass characters so..

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madebykatobi · 8 months ago

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'𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘!'

SYNOPSIS ⋆｡°✩ even though dabi was the one to dump you, he just can't seem to leave you alone... CONTENT WARNING ⋆｡°✩ this writing piece is not for minors.

Your living and bedroom are littered with all sorts of makeup - tubes of various mascaras and colorful palettes along with the gentle drum of music flowing through your speakers sets the perfect atmosphere for getting yourself all dolled up.

Any other day - you'd be happy. With your friends over too, you should be ecstatic. But there is a terrible ache in your heart that has yet to be soothed.

"Come on, Y/n. Remember - this night is to forget all about that bastard. To hell with scar face!" one of your friend cheers, already tipsy with a shiny drink in her hands and drunken smile as something inside you burns - you want to berate her for calling the man you love so much that terrible name, but the words die in your throat.

He was the same man that ended years of love with you on a dark street with the shittiest explanation possible, leaving you crying as you walk all the way back home alone.

Dabi had been your first for everything. You walk to the bathroom and gently tug down your dress, the shimmery fabric just barely covered your thighs as you kneel onto the ground and quietly rummage through the cabinets to try and find a spare brush for one of your friends. Your fingers accidentally brush over one of Dabi's old hair dye bottles - and the longing in your chest intensifies to the point where your hand trembled as you slammed the cabinet close.

He left. He was a terrible liar that promised to spend his life with you, and you so foolishly believed him. Your friends had planned this night for you to 'get over him'. To have a good time and not spend your Friday evening crying your heart out in bed. But it hurts. Heartbreak was something you weren't familiar with, but experiencing it now - it truly felt like the end of the world.

"Y/n!" your other friend singsongs, but she pauses when she sees you kneeling on the tiled bathroom floor with a bleary look in your eyes - you turn away in embarrassment. The other girls chatted in your room, oblivious to your small breakdown in the bathroom.

She's rubbing your back soothingly, whispering affirmations in your ear that have you smiling grimly

"No way we're letting you stay at home looking like this!" She waves over your dress, one that hugged every inch of your body, almost like it was a layer of second skin. The thought flashes in your mind for just a second - a single moment, but your face falls anyways when it does.

Dabi would've loved this dress on you. Just imagining the way he'd praise you, kiss down your collar bones and slip his teasing hands under the thin fabric-

"You deserve better. Let this night be just - letting loose. Having fun and not having to look over your shoulder, okay?" She says gently, tossing a freshly curled strand of your hair over your shoulder as you take a steadying breath

"Thank you. And- you're right. I shouldn't be crying again." You breathe out, the words heavy with unspoken feelings as you rise to your feet

If he wanted to leave, then so be it.

"Yay! Let's get you those silver heels- you know, they make your legs look amazing, Y/n."

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Dabi's words were cruel and concise, he didn't want to see you again. They were a slap to the face, but even as you tugged him forward - desperately pleading for an explanation - he had left before your heartbroken gaze could drag him back.

Even now, smoking alone on the balcony of yet another shitty motel, he thinks back to the nights he'd spent in your sheets. Your soft body serving as his only key to a good nights sleep. It was stupid, how every motel room he stayed in had him leaving more and more unsatisfied each night. He was deprived of the absolute heaven he was used to. You.

He hisses while putting out his cigarette on the railing, his free hand trembling as he drags it down his face. Your tear stricken face has been haunting him for far too long now.

Was it really the right thing to do?

His mind travels back to the threats he'd received, anonymous letters that made your existence known to some stupid villains - they were using his sweet girl as a pawn, and Dabi was grasping at straws trying to save you.

It was inevitable, he would always be a problem for you. Someone who made your life harder than it had to be.

But he thinks back to the nights when school would stress you out, or when life could be too overwhelming - nights you'd curl up onto his lap and talk his ear off - nights where he'd nod along with a smug smile, listening to each and every word you'd have to say. And fuck, he realizes you need him just as much as he needs you.

It seemed like he had a villain to track down. It was the only way to ensure your safety if he truly did return. Either way, anyone stooping as low as to hurt something as innocent and pure as you deserved a cruel end at Dabi's hands.

He has no personal belongings worth packing. He doesn't check out of the motel as he leaves, his coat drifting through the wind and his hands tucked into his pockets as he begins a sleepless night.

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Dabi's heart drops to his fucking feet when he sees you.

It's been just a little over a month since Dabi's last seen you - he has your daily schedule memorized- so he's always been able to trail you from afar everyday after he left. But here you were, dancing a few feet away from him and completely oblivious to the fact that he was right there.

The bastard he was tracking sat a few tables away, eyeing you with a sleazy smile in his drunken state, sipping his drink mindlessly. Shigaraki's tracker had worked just fine, Dabi had found his target at this stupid bar - but it was such an unfortunate thing that you happened to be here too. Your laughter reaches his ears even through the crowd and music in the air. You dance freely, hips and arms swaying to the beat as you and your stupid friends sing off key to whatever tune is playing.

The bar's light fixtures work as a spotlight on you, and he thinks you've never looked so beautiful. Mascara smudged with your tears and a tipsy smile on those red coated lips he'd spent so many nights whispering his love against.

He drags the man out by the collar of his shirt, his weak protests and drunken state doing nothing to stop Dabi from tossing him out the back door of the bar - from afar, his flames burn bright and hot for a few minutes before calming once again. Dabi walks back inside the bar alone after that.

All of your friends are stumbling into the bathroom, their speech slurred as they repeatedly push the bathroom door that has a 'pull' sign on the outside. His boots move quickly past them, and his heartbeat spikes when he sees you sitting alone.

You're sitting on a stool, twirling the straw in your drink with your cheek pressed flush against the counter. Your heeled feet kick back and forth idly, and Dabi wonders if you've talked to any other men tonight.

It's fine. If you did, they would meet the same fate as the villain outside - who was nothing but mere ashes now.

He sits beside you, gently grabbing a fistful of your soft hair as he tugs your face up from where it was pressed against the counter - you blink rapidly, barely awake as a soft hum of confusion leaves your glossy coated lips before your eyes land on him-

"Touya?"

You're smiling as you reach out to touch him, but the color drains from your face entirely when you press your palm flat against his solid arm

"Oh shit. I thought I was dreaming."

You yelp when he picks you up so easily, dragging you out of the bar like a sack of potatoes. He'll tell you to find better friends later. Your current ones had let you disappear so easily from their sights - but that was a lecture for another time. Right now was what he was focused on.

"Shut up sweetheart - don't make me cover your mouth."

"T-Touya!" You grit, sobering up as he carefully lowers you onto the ground and grabs your hand. You stop walking - and he turns around, looking down when you yank your hand out of his grasp. His gaze narrows, almost like he's confused why you won't hold his hand. Asshole.

"What are you doing?!"

The fury in your voice catches him off guard, but he doesn’t even try to explain himself as he slams your back into the wall. He keeps a hand behind your head so it doesn't hit the brick surface behind it, and you can only clench your jaw as he easily kicks your knees apart with his long legs.

"Can't get rid of me that easily." He laughs hoarsely, blue eyes practically twinkling in the dim street light when he stares at you with a terrifyingly wide grin

"You asshole-" You gasp out, but he cuts you off with a burning kiss while a single palm curls around the back of your neck, holding you in place.

"Hate you-" You cry, tightening the hold of your hands around his neck as you pull away and drop your head onto his shoulder. Half in shock and half in disbelief that he was here. Right here, after weeks of not seeing his face - he was back.

"I'm back, doll." He whispers against your neck, his greedy lips tracing all over the outline of your flush cheeks as he catches the sight of pearly, unshed tears lining your lash line

"What was I thinkin', leaving my sweet girl all alone for so long." He whispers more to himself than you, the cold air outside making his words feel like ice against your skin as your breath hitches. You want to blame the way you hold him tighter on your drunken state - but you've barely had more than a drink the entire night.

"Touya-" you whisper, eyes pleading something silent as he drags his hands under the hem of your dress - pulling your panties down in a single, fluid motion as you feel his scarred hands spreading your thighs apart

He drags a single finger between your folds, relishing in the way your head falls back against the wall with a choked whimper

"Needy..." He rasps, knowing well he was even more eager than you as he slides his finger inside - enticing a loud whine from you as your thighs tremble

"Hah- Touya-!"

"Shh. Let me do this." He whispers, his lips hovering over your shoulder as his eyes screw shut, the enveloping feeling of your walls immediately clenching around his fingers making his eyes roll - and he can't fight back the guttural groan that leaves his scarred lips. You were already soaked - wet and welcoming.

His fingers find the oh too familiar sweet spot inside you, and he moves with an urgency and need that has you withering and whining like a bitch in heat underneath him. He's grinning like a madman when you finally moan his name, practically singing the syllables like a prayer.

Tou-ya.

"Perfect- so good." he praises, the sound of his voice going straight to your core as your eyes flutter close

He's knuckles deep inside you now, his scarred hands moving in and out at an unbearable speed as he rubs a thumb over you clit- the overstimulation becoming too much as your cries become louder and louder

"Baby- shit, not so loud." He rasps with a grin, curling his fingers inside you almost mockingly

You're babbling now- so close. The sloppy sound of him pushing in and out as his fingers hit that sweet, spongy spot inside has your lips quivering - and you're almost there. He leaves you breathless when he suddenly pulls away, taking away the feeling of being so full with him as you choke on a sob

He's palming himself through his dark pants, his lips parted as he watched you. You're whimpering with glazed eyes, and he licks his wet fingers all the way down to his knuckles with a satisfying pop! before moving to unbuckle his belt

"Aw, don't cry- 'm right here, yeah?" He whispers, freeing his cock into the cold night air with a grin as he positions himself between your folds, easily sliding your arousal over him as he nudges your hole with a groan

"Fuck- you gonna be quiet?" He laughs, struggling to keep his voice even as you slump against the wall with a weak nod

He slips in slowly, brushing past your sensitive clit as you struggle to accommodate his size and the stretch - it's been so long - too long.

His hips rock back and forth slowly, as if he's trying to make the moment last forever. He soaks up every moan and whimper that leaves your swollen lips with his own mouth as he groans against you, his hip fitting against yours perfectly. Like a puzzle piece- two magnets finally brought close enough to snap together.

It felt so good. Every thrust of his hips hit deeper than the last.

His forehead falls against yours after a while - and you can barely form a coherent sentence telling him you're close before you come loose - he holds you through it, his warmth coating your insides soon enough as he releases with a moan, a sound so raw and full of emotion that it has him collapsing against the wall with you, panting heavily.

He lowers himself onto the ground first, letting you fall on top of his lap so you don't have to sit on the hard concrete. He knows you're thinking after your breathing evens out, and he realizes you're crying when he feels the gentle drops of your tears on the back of his hand

"I'm sorry. I just - I missed you so much." You choke out, hating the way you still can't quite believe he was here. Was this just a one time thing? Was he leaving again? You had so many unanswered questions, and Dabi seems to see your growing uncertainty with the way your hands tighten around his jacket - almost like you were afraid he was going to leave again.

Dabi's never felt needed before. Never felt like he had a true purpose. When he was younger, he thought he'd be wandering the world forever searching for one. Not anymore, though. He found you.

"I missed you too. I'm.. I'm sorry. 's all my fault." He mumbles, holding you close because he knows you need this physical and mental reassurance just as much as he does.

"A lotta things happened, doll. We'll talk about it later. But I'm not leaving, all right? Not ever again." He promises, his voice barely above a whisper as he talks into your hair - and you struggle to find the words to respond

Your acceptance was so swift. It had been only a few hours since you were cursing his name to the skies and here you were, back to sitting in his lap and chanting his name like some sort of a mantra.

"I can't believe how fast I took you back...you know what?" You suddenly say, lifting your head from his chest with a small yet cheeky grin as he raises a brow

"Yeah?"

"I'm dumping you!"

He barks out a loud laugh, arms encircling your waist as he turns to you with that look. It held a silent threat, one that said I dare you.

He helps you back into your dress, nodding with a satisfied grin when you ask him if your appearance was presentable. Unbeknownst to you, you had multiple hickeys forming all over your neck and jaw. But you didn't need to know that right now. He hopes your stupid friends see - really, he hated them for always telling you he was bad news. Are they blind or can they not see the way Dabi burns for you?

Your phone was scattered somewhere on the ground - the dim light of the screen caught your eye in the dark alleyway as you saw an influx of texts from your friends asking where you were.

Took an Uber home.

You send the text with a small heart, pocketing your phone in Touya's coat as you shyly turn towards him, suddenly unsure of how he'd reply to your question

"Are we going home?"

His smile tells you all you need to know.

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