#dabi is a dick tbh

[starstruck-flames]

Unrequited - Dabi

In the grand scheme of things, I’ll only hurt you. So maybe it’s best to keep some distance, right? Or maybe you like that about me…

A/N: Honestly I’m a whole ass mess but I wanted to be a little… a little angsty after that mirio soft ♥️

Content includes, Dabi internal monologue, somewhat toxic relationship implied, man hates that you love him, but damn he’s drunk on the attention, somewhat? Unrequited feelings, a lil… just a lil angsty

Song for your mood?

He takes long breath, exhaling through his nose as he looks down to your sleeping form. You’re so vulnerable like this, aren’t you? Curled up, hand clinging to the parts of his already ruined tench coat that he’d left discarded on the bed for now.

“…Fucks sake…” He mutters out, digging his hand into his pockets. Dabi glares at your form for a moment before looking out the shitty apartment window into the dark city skyline.

He can’t really blame you for coming back, even if you always did. Even if he wanted to break it off, he found himself craving the attention, craving the soft skin he could destroy any second if he really wanted to.

But he doesn’t.

Doesn’t want to.

Probably couldn’t bring himself to.

That last thought especially pisses him off as he looks back to his coat. Fucks sake, he needs to go.

“No you don’t. You just can’t stand yourself.” Is what his internal dialogue would say, as he sees if he can take it back without waking you up. It’s the last fucking thing he needs right now.

Dabi knows exactly where his life is going, what’s the point in dragging you with him?

He feels his body cringe slightly as he notices you wake up. Your soft smile and features as you rub his eyes makes his heart hurt.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yep.”

You pause, holding your knees as he can’t even bring himself to look your way.

“Is it another job?”

Then it happens again, that toxic little flame in him wanting to keep your candle for him burning. A little smoulder, that shining chance he’d ever come back for more than just your body.

He smirks, his expression slightly twisted as he kisses the top of your head.

“C’mon babygirl, you know I can’t leak info.” He speaks with a fake niceness that he knows you’re going to play right into. You’re special right?

Well, technically you are. The only one he’ll put up with.

“…” He’s a little surprised to see you pause, but you give him an uneasy smile. “Yeah, yeah, I get it…”

“That’s my girl. I’ll see you next time I’m in the area.”

And like that, he’s gone again. He trusts you enough to leave his backup apartment when you’re done. Your left with your thoughts.

This time you told yourself you’d be done.

Yet here you are.

[artemis32]

Duplicity

Dabi / Touya Todoroki x reader (ft. Tomura Shigaraki & Keigo Takami)

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First fic in yonks, and it's a dark one (seriously. read the warnings)

i have three other fics i'm working on that i'm hoping to have done in the next week or two :))

word count - 7.5k

tw: dark content, noncon / dubcon (mostly noncon), (pseudo) incest??, yandere, threesome, gangbang, vaginal sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), throat fucking, slapping (not in a sexy way), praise, degradation, they're all pretty mean, voyeurism, choking (not in a sexy way), Dabi is called Touya pretty much the entire fic, and he has a Jacob's ladder, the big dick Shiggy agenda continues, violence, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it kids), chasing, Touya has a thing for tits, some head injury (reader should really have that checked out), Keigo's kinda just there for the vibes tbh

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

The mumble is dejected, barely uttered under your breath, and promptly followed by a heavy huff.

Your day had been hell personified, to put it lightly. 

A slew of unfortunate events had been what made up your day, bad luck from the moment you’d opened your eyes that morning - late, might I add.

All of your bad luck had culminated into what had probably been the worst day of your life, and to top it all off, you’d been forced to walk home in the rain. Twenty minutes of trudging down a bunch of empty streets saw your already terrible mood plummet, becoming ten times worse.

You’d been looking forward to the day’s end - all you wanted was to get home, for some peace and quiet and whatever leftovers you could find shoved in the back of the fridge. 

That’s why, right now, you feel yourself itching with barely concealed irritation.

There, sat far too comfortably on the sofa, was your brother.

Step brother.

As if you’d ever call that waste of space your brother.

Worse still was the fact that he had two of his creep-fest friends with him.

That wasn’t what annoyed you, although you hated that they had decided to spend their time here instead of elsewhere.

No, what annoyed you most was-

“You couldn’t have picked me up? I had to walk in the rain. Twenty minutes Touya!”

He glances over at you, barely registering your words, his attention more focused on the game he’s playing with one of his friends - the blue haired one who has a habit of seemingly undressing you with his eyes everytime you see him.

You shiver in slight disgust as he eyes you up.

“And? How’s that my problem?”

You groan in frustration, kicking off your shoes in the entryway and stomping up the stairs towards your room. 

“Fucking stupid, waste of space, dumbass, idiot - I’ll shove that damn controller up your ass.”

You take a deep breath, calming yourself. 

It’s fine. This is fine. 

After you’ve calmed yourself and changed out of your soaked clothing, you head downstairs again, pausing on the landing to stare out the window.

The rain pelts down in thick sheets, so heavy you can barely see beyond the window.

You preoccupy yourself with grabbing something to eat, shoving a few slices of leftover pizza onto a plate and into the microwave. While it heats up, a thought hits you and you head back to the living room.

“Hey Touya, when’re mom and dad getting home?”

He doesn’t answer. You wait a while, thinking he’s preoccupied. 

Still nothing.

You ask again.

“Touya-”

“Fucking hell!” he yells, slamming his hand down on the coffee table. 

The screen flashes as his character dies and Shigaraki snickers next to him.

Touya turns to glower at you.

“Stop bothering me.”

You roll your eyes.

“When’s dad getting home?”

He leans back, flicking at the controller as another round starts up. Shigaraki hands his controller over to Keigo, or Hawks as his friends mockingly call him.

“Eh? He’s not coming home. Him and your mom left for a business trip this morning - didn’t they tell you?”

You still.

A business trip?

You hum out a distracted thanks, heading back into the kitchen as the microwave blares. You grab the still-hot plate before heading back up to your room, crawling under the pile of blankets on your bed.

****

You put the thought of your parents and their last minute business trip out of your mind. Instead, you think about other things.

Like the fact that Touya refused to call your mom ‘mom’.

You didn’t blame him, per se. In fact, it was probably better that he didn’t.

It was just strange - Shouto, Fuyumi and Natsuo all called your mom theirs, so it was always jarring to hear Touya call her ‘your mom’, or even worse, by her first name. But it never seemed to bother her, so you never mentioned it.

It wasn’t as if he was even around often enough for it to be a big deal. 

Mostly, he stayed with one of his friends, coming home only when no one else was around or if he needed a change of clothes.

It was an arrangement that suited everyone, though your father never seemed to appreciate his son’s flighty nature.

Whatever, it was none of your business.

All you knew was that whenever he was around, he made your life a living hell.

Before your mom had married his dad, you’d never had any siblings, so the only image you had of that type of relationship before was the stuff you’d seen on tv. 

Shouto and Natsuo were nice enough, adopting you as their younger sister. You’d joined their family early enough that it felt as if they really were your siblings - you were barely four years old at the time, two years younger than Shouto.

Fuyumi had smothered you in the beginning, coddling and cooing at you like a pet. 

Once the novelty had worn off, she’d become somewhat of a normal older sister, though still far more affectionate than what you expected.

Touya though - he avoided you like the plague, at least for the first few years after you’d been forced to live together. Sometime after your tenth birthday though, he’d turned into your own personal tormentor, teasing you like some stereotypical middle school bully, pulling at your hair, tripping you while you walked up the stairs, locking you in the basement if you went down alone to get something out of your dad’s office. Once or twice, he even managed to get you into a headlock, letting up only once you were seconds away from passing out.

It was horrible, and your siblings stepped in wherever they could.

He seemed to lose interest after a while, settling on slinging insults your way whenever he was near. Eventually even that seemed to lose its appeal, and, as of late, he’d gone back to ignoring your very existence, as he had when you’d first met.

It might have hurt your feelings, if you’d had any type of relationship with him. Now, you were just thankful he wasn’t trying to wrestle you to the ground whenever he saw you.

Your musings are cut short by a loud clap of thunder, and you flinch as the windows rattle.

Thunder never bothered you, but the storm seemed to be getting worse, and in the back of your mind, you registered that Shouto still wasn’t home.

You fidget with the blanket on your lap for a few more moments, trying and failing to distract yourself with your phone. You find yourself tapping Shouto’s contact, calling him before you can think twice.

Most of the time, you were concerned your siblings would find you clingy and annoying, as Touya had no problem reminding you, but you cared for them, and that meant you fretted over every little thing.

You pull at a loose thread on your sweater while the line rings, staring vacantly out the window as rain continues to streak down, blurring the view of the garden.

Will it flood? They might have mentioned something on the weather report this morning. I really should start paying more attention.

“Hello?”

You lurch forward. “Shouto? Hey, what’s up?”

He greets you, asking why you called.

“Well, you aren’t home yet and the weather’s looking pretty bad. I just- I was wondering if you’re coming home tonight?”

If you were talking to anyone else, you’d be worried about sounding pathetic - needy.

But it’s your brother. Your older brother who loves you and would never mock you for your concern.

He hums before answering. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to let you know, I’m staying over at Midoriya’s tonight. We have a project to work on and it’s just easier to stay here for the night.”

“Oh,” you say.

There’s a long pause, neither of you saying anything for a long moment.

“Okay, I just- um, wanted to check in.”

You take a deep breath, pulling yourself together.

“Well, have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He’s about to put the phone down while you scramble to keep him on the line.

“Wait!” you exclaim, “Mom and dad are away on a business trip”

“Yes, I know,” he says evenly. 

There ‘s another pause. 

“Natsuo should be home soon though - his classes ended about half an hour ago, so you won’t be alone,” he reassures you.

“Okay,” you say, sighing through your nose. “Okay, I- goodnight Sho, see you tomorrow.”

He bids you goodnight once more before ending the call. 

You stay still, not moving from your spot for a long moment.

The truth…

The truth was that you weren’t exactly comfortable being alone in the house with Touya. Well, Touya and his friends.

Not that he’d ever done anything beyond bullying you, but - well, you hadn’t been alone with him for more than ten minutes since you were seven years old, and you weren’t eager to try your luck.

Bruises healed, but his scathing words took longer to soothe.

You shake your head.

No. 

No, grow up - there’s no need to be so scared. It’s just for one night. And besides, I can just stay in my room and he’ll stay downstairs. Far away from me. And Natsuo will be here. I won’t be alone.

This is fine. 

It’s fine.

****

After taking your dishes to the kitchen, you make your way back upstairs and head to the bathroom you and Shouto share, locking the door before stripping and jumping into the shower.

The hot water helps work the knots out of your neck, and you sigh heavily as you stand under the jets of water. 

After scrubbing your hair and body, you leave the shower and brush your teeth. Enveloping yourself in a massive towel, you unlock the door and pad over to your bedroom. 

A hot shower had unsurprisingly done wonders for your mood, and you felt much better now. Although, a part of you wished you’d properly relaxed and taken a bath instead - you were sure your muscle aches would be a thing of the past if you had.

You stop short in the middle of the hall.

The door is ajar. Your door.

You’d shut it. 

Before you went to the bathroom, before you’d gone downstairs to the kitchen, you had shut your door.

Hands shaking, you reach for the handle and push it open.

Nothing.

It’s empty.

You sigh through your nose, closing the door behind you and heading over to your closet.

After changing into your pyjamas - sleep shorts that could just as easily pass as underwear for how short they were, and a ridiculously oversized shirt, stolen from either your father or Natsuo - you head over to the hamper in the corner of your room, dropping your towel into it and-

You let out a strangled sound, and it dies in the back of your throat as you freeze with your hand still outstretched.

Laundry was a chore you kept up to date with at all times, preferring to keep your clothing separate from the rest of your family. 

You tended to wash your underwear in a separate load too, so it often took longer to get to. 

That being said, you were supposed to do a load today, and there, on top of the full hamper, was a pair of panties.

Your favourite pair.

The lacy white undergarment lay crumpled up, discarded in a hurry. And it was covered in something thick - both creamy and white.

You feel yourself gag.

Anger- No, rage blinds you as you move to the door.

****

You storm downstairs, unthinking as you march into the livingroom and stand with crossed arms in front of the TV, ignoring the indignant yells that follow as both Tomura and Keigo die in the game. 

“You’re disgusting.” You spit out, your words venomous and your tone scathing as you keep a tight grip on your soiled underwear.

Touya regards you with a bored, uninterested look, pausing for the briefest moment to eye the panties crumpled in your hand. The two other men take the unprompted disruption as their chance to take a break, Tomura standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

“Hm? Did someone upset the poor sensitive baby?” He asks in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes as he holds out a hand for the controller.

“You and your disgusting degenerate friends are the ones who upset me. Stay out of my room, and keep your goddamn dicks in your pants.” You snap scornfully, glaring down at him.

He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he sits straight and leans forward, his voice dropping an octave as he stares you down intently.

“What?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Don’t ‘what’ me, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Tomura returns from his trip to the bathroom, flopping down on the couch with a grunt as he restarts the game, craning his neck to peer around you at the TV.

“No. I don’t. What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“I’m talking about the literal cumstain one of you left on my underwear. Just because none of you have ever felt the touch of a woman doesn’t mean I appreciate you using my underwear to get your rocks off.”

His eyes lighten in amusement at the words, and the smug smirk he wears as he glances at his friends makes your blood boil.

“The kitchen, huh Shiggs? You dirty freak.”

Somehow, you don’t think the words are meant as an insult. The three laugh, ignoring you completely. Keigo even claps the blue haired reprobate on the shoulder in an almost congratulatory gesture.

Rage roars in your ears, and any sense of civility evaporates as you glare at them.

“I’m telling my mom.”

The words, however childish they may be, slip out before you can stop them. It’s all you can think to say at that moment.

Touya pauses, wrinkling his nose in an expression similar to disgust as he scoffs.

“Your mother? Ha, fuck off, I don’t care what she thinks. She’s not my mother. She’s nothing. She’s a brainless bimbo whose only purpose is to spread her legs for my asshat father.”

The words sting more than they should, considering you know they’re not true, and you bite back, uncaring of how you might hurt him as the words spill out of you, trembling hands clenched so tightly your nails dig into your palms, drawing blood.

“Yeah, well, at least she actually loves me. It’s more than you can say for your mother. And at least the rest of the family actually want me around. Fuck, at least Dad looks at me- he’s too disappointed in you to even look at your face.”

Tomura and Keigo’s reactions tell you everything you need to know. You just fucked up. Royally. 

The only sound besides the constant battering of rain against the large windows is the sharp intake of breath from Touya’s two friends, and they sit deadstill, staring between the two of you as they wait with bated breath for Touya’s response.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t even move.

The room seems frozen in time. No one moves, no words are spoken to break the silence.

You move. The smallest of steps, a miniscule shuffle to the side, towards the staircase.

It seems that’s all he needed. 

Touya is on his feet in an instant, darting towards you, but you’re already making a mad dash for the stairs.

He tackles you down before you’ve even made it halfway, grabbing your ankle and jerking you closer midstep. Your forehead collides painfully with the edge of a step and you let out a pained, strangled whimper. 

Much of what Touya tells his friends is lost to the ringing in your head. All you really register is him picking you up, feeling near weightless as he carries you past the living room, his friends’ leering gazes digging into your scalp as the two of you descend into the basement.

Your attempt at wriggling out of his arms is pathetic and half-hearted, and when you try to grab at the door frame to halt his movement, he cruelly twists your wrists, his expression unchanging at your cry of pain.

The last thing you see before the basement door closes is the enraptured gleam in Tomura’s eyes.

****

You weren’t ever really allowed in the basement, not that you had a reason to enter the restricted space.

Regardless, you never wanted to be down there. It was cold, and dark, and it sent a stab of unbridled panic down your spine. It only really contained your father’s old office space and a spare bedroom which had been used as a storage space for the better part of the last twelve years. All in all, it was an empty, forgotten space.

The handful of times you’d been down there never ended well.

And as usual, the problems had to do with Touya. 

Always Touya.

He’d locked you down there for hours once, before it had become essentially abandoned.

You’d been five years old, still young and believing the best of him. He’d told you it had been a game of hide-and-seek.

Only, you’d spent the better part of eight hours screaming and sobbing, completely unheard in the soundless backroom of the basement. You’d passed out on the bed sometime after the six hour mark, sleeping soundly until you were found.

Your mother had been in a panic by the time she’d found you, letting out relieved sobs of her own as she scooped you up into her arms and cradled you against her chest soothingly.

Your parents had thought, completely unaware of the truth, that you’d strayed down there alone and managed to lock yourself in. Since that moment, you’d been banned from wandering into the basement by yourself.

Similar things had happened over the years, and unsurprisingly, Touya had been the root cause of many of the problems you’d dealt with.

Presently, he tosses you uncaringly on the bed, scoffing in bored amusement as you scramble over the bed and huddle against the headboard.

Despite your earlier brashness in confronting him, you were terrified. The reality of the situation had set in, and you felt your stomach roil as Touya stared you down with heavy lidded eyes, his gaze contemplative as he scans your half-bare body.

You’d seen that look before, and it made your skin crawl. It terrified you.

It was how Tomura looked at you when he brazenly palmed the bulge in his pants.

How stupid of you, marching downstairs and confronting three grown men, as if you had any chance of winning an argument. You wished you’d had the forethought to at least put on a proper pair of pants.

You swallow thickly, clenching your trembling hands into tight fists as you straighten your spine, attempting to appear calm and unaffected.

“Okay Touya, you’ve made your point. You can stop now, I-I won’t tell anyone.”

It’s an effort to swallow your pride, but you manage the words through gritted teeth, bowing your head as you continue. 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being, uh- For being mean.”

Touya rolls his eyes as he leans forward and grips your ankle tightly, his palm calloused and warm, pulling you closer in one quick jerk, your ass teetering on the edge of the bed. “Imoto…” he trails off, his tone far too sultry for the situation, caressing the inner side of your ankle with his thumb, stroking the soft skin as he tilts his head, deep in thought. 

His grip tightens again, to an almost painful extent, and you suppress a cry as the delicate bones of your ankle groan under the pressure. His voice is cold and condescending as he speaks.

“You’re so stupid.”

You lean further back as he hovers over you, surveying you with flat, emotionless eyes. 

“I don’t care that you were mean. Just like I don’t care if you tell anyone. I don’t care if they believe you either. You know why? Because no one will do anything,” he whispers, toying with the hem of your shirt as he regards you with cool indifference.

“I could do anything I wanted, and no one would say a thing. In fact, I will do what I want… Do you know what I want?”

You shake your head, hesitant and silent in your state of panic.

“Aw, imoto, you know you shouldn’t lie to your big brother,” he murmurs patronisingly, gripping the hem of your shirt as he slowly lifts it up, leaving it to rest just above your bare breasts.

His pupils are blown wide as his hand trails down your waist, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Y’know, you’re pretty grown now, aren't ya? I wonder… Have you let anyone touch you yet?” 

He hums to himself, not pressing you for an answer as he continues in a stupor, seemingly unaware of your silent horror. You’re completely frozen, too shocked to move, to speak, to do anything. You can’t even bring yourself to lower your shirt as you listen in abject horror as he continues on.

“I really hope you haven’t. Not that it really matters… Touya-nii will take real good care of you, don’t you worry… It’s about time I treat that bad attitude of yours too.”

You’re frozen in disbelief and fear, completely paralysed as he shoves a leg between yours, keeping them open as he shifts his grip from your ankle to your hips.

The stupor is short-lived, and your struggles renew twofold as he paws at your clothed cunt. There’s a satisfying thwack sound as your foot connects with his jaw, though the sense of victory quickly fizzes out within the long bout of dead silence. Touya tilts his head to the side staring at the wall blankly, and after a few long moments, he moves, slowly facing forward again, rubbing his jaw, seemingly completely ignoring you as he works his jaw.

He huffs, the sound reminiscent of an amused scoff as he looks down at you with rage simmering in his eyes.

“Like I said: You’re so fucking stupid.”

You don’t see the slap coming. All you register is the blurred sight of his arm flying towards you, his numerous rings glinting in the lowlight of the room, and the sudden burn of his backhand striking you across the face. A short, surprised huff is all you can manage, the sharp taste of blood and the stinging pain of rapidly developing welts on your cheek distracting you from reacting.

A trembling palm presses to your tender cheek, and you look up at him with shocked eyes.

“You… hit me.”

He lets out a sardonic laugh, rolling his eyes as he clicks his tongue and caresses your cheek, condescending in his tone.

“Aw, my sweet little sister. You sound so surprised. If I’d known you were such a baby, maybe I’d have taken my rings off for you. Here-”

He pauses, pulling away as he discards his rings haphazardly, turning to frame your face with his calloused palms. His eyes soften slightly as he looks down at you, caressing your tender, reddened cheek for a moment, his fingers lovingly stroking the warm flesh before digging into the fat of your cheeks and his gaze hardens. 

The next slap feels worse than the previous, if that’s even possible.

You’re still reeling from the rough strikes, jolting out of your daze as you feel Touya’s palms ghost over the inside of your thighs. 

His gaze is focused and razor sharp as he soaks in the sight of your scantily clad core, his palms encasing the tender, soft flesh of your thighs. 

Squirming uncomfortably does nothing as he pins your hips down, shifting to kneel on the floor before the bed, yanking you closer and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Dread drops into your stomach like a stone, making your head spin. As badly as you try to keep them at bay, tears bubble up, dripping down your temples as you sniffle, staring up at the ceiling as you beg.

“Stop– Stop!” You wail panickedly, thrashing beneath him, making no attempts to disguise your sobs. “Stop or I’ll tell Dad!” 

He lifts his head from where it was descending between your legs, grinning wickedly at the words.

“Dad? Aw, you sweet, innocent thing. He’d do the exact same thing if he could. Where do you think I get it from, huh?” he says mockingly, condescending as he slaps your cheek lightly before moving back to his previous position, his mouth dangerously close to your centre despite your tightly clenched thighs.

“Come on now, open up for me. It’ll only hurt more if I have to make you.”

A pleading whine is all you can manage as you shake your head, keeping your legs pressed together.

His eyes turn cold at that, all playfulness and teasing leaving him in an instant. He cruelly digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs and huffs in annoyance at your yelp of pain, leaning forward as you jerk your legs apart from the pressure.

A moment later, his warm mouth envelopes your clothed sex.

Your hips jolt, and you gasp in surprise, eyes wide and rounded as you stare down at his bowed head between your legs.

This… This was wrong. So wrong. 

Even if you didn’t like him, even if you were loathed to admit it- He was your brother.

Your brother.

“Touya… Stop, please. Please,” you beg quietly, your voice quivering with effort as you reach down to his head, intent on pushing his face away.

You don’t get very far.

His grip is like a vice on your wrist, and he doesn’t look up and he squeezes down painfully, tutting in mock disappointment.

“Did your mother never teach you it’s bad manners to interrupt someone’s meal?” he murmurs, not looking up at you as he massages your hips, hooking his fingers over the hem of your sleep shorts.

It’s torturous. A sick, twisted punishment, the way his focus is wholly dedicated to undressing you.

Shame floods your chest, burning up your neck and over your ears.

He pulls your shorts down, inch by inch until you’re exposed to him, shivering in the cold, stagnant air of the basement. He looks up at you then, regarding you with cool indifference as he kneads the fat of your thighs.

“Itadakimasu,” he purrs softly before descending on you.

A breathy, strangled garble is all you can manage as he licks a smooth, confident stripe up your slit, twirling his tongue lightly around the bud of your clit before returning to your cunt.

His tongue is teasing, punishing as he laps at your core, slurping loudly as if to humiliate you. It works, tears of shame burning your eyes as he pulls away after a few minutes to stare up at you with an appraising eye.

“Someone’s enjoying this, hm? Look at how worked up I’ve got ya…” he hums softly, shifting his hand to rub tight circles on your clit as he stares you down.

“You’re a disgusting whore, getting off on this. Like mother, like daughter, huh?”

The words snap something inside of you, and you decide in that moment, you want to hurt him- kill him. Gouge his eyes out and shove them down his throat.

“I hate you.”

You glower and slap him across the face with as much force as you can muster, not giving him a moment to react as you kick his shoulder, sending him careening back before you jump off the bed, yanking your shirt down in the process.

Though you try to sprint for the door, your relief is short lived.

At least the floor is carpeted here, you think gratefully, sparing your head the aching reverberation as your skull bounces off the ground for the second time that evening.

He wrestles you onto your back, keeping you pinned with frightening ease.

You realise in that moment, he’d been allowing you to put up a fight. Though he seemed somewhat lanky at first glance, his torso and arms were corded with muscles. Muscles he used to keep you restrained beneath him as he ripped off your shirt, tearing through it like paper and leaving you stark naked beneath him. Your struggles had been little more than a game to him, one which he’d played along with all evening.

Screams and pleas fall on deaf ears as he snarls down at you, hatred simmering in his eyes. A thin trail of blood drips down from his cheekbone and onto your bare chest, the scratch on his face red and angry from where you’d struck him.

“I was going to be nice, get you all prepped and ready, maybe even give you an orgasm or two. But you’re such an ungrateful fucking whore,” he spits, wrapping his hand around your throat to quieten your wails.

When you continue struggling, thrashing beneath him with flailing limbs, he lifts you up slightly by your throat before slamming you down, knocking the last of your breath from your lungs. 

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to punish you for that little stunt just now, and then I’ll let my friends upstairs have their way with you too. It’s the least you could do after you were so rude to them, hm?”

You have no words left. No hateful insults, no pleas, no threats, nothing.

All you can do is cry soundlessly as he unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking as he yanks it off and shoves his pants down his thighs, lining himself up with your mostly unprepped entrance.

He slaps your cheek lightly, shaking your head as you try to dissociate from reality.

“Nuh uh, none of that now. I want you here. Pay attention,” he hisses, gripping your jaw tightly before shifting his palm back down to your neck, his grip bruising and painful.

A pained squeak is all the noise you can manage, clawing at his hand on your throat as his cock shoves into your core.

It’s agonising, painful, feeling him force his way into you, violating you.

His hips jerk forward in short spurts, fighting against the resistance of your unprepared core with every stroke, his Jacob’s ladder rubbing your walls raw with each vicious stoke. Tears dampen your temples, burning your eyes, and you wait for the pain to subside as he pushes in to the hilt and stops with a puff, his breathing evening out after a long moment.

The two of you lay there in silence, and you suck in a shuddering, wheezing breath as he released the column of your throat. His hand travels down your bare body, coming to rest on your pubic bone as he uses his thumb to massage tight circles into your clit.

His ministrations leave your legs quaking, and your orgasm overtakes you without warning, slamming into you like a tidal wave as you whine and arch your back off the ground, begging him in broken babbles to stop.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears, and he seems to double down, grinning cruelly as he continues to flick your swollen clit.

“Come on now, you can give me one more,” he coaxes teasingly.

And you do. You cum again, your walls fluttering around his cock as your eyes roll back in your head. 

His fingers stop their tortuous movements while you pant, but you’re not granted a reprieve as he grips your hips, lifting them slightly to position the back of your ass on the top of his thighs. He jerks his hips forward, snickering as you gasp and whine before drawing his hips back and slamming forward.

The movement makes your breasts bounce, and he immediately sets an arduous pace.

You dig your fingertips into the carpet beneath you, clinging onto it for dear life as he fucks his way deeper into you, pressing your thighs to your chest. 

The noises you let out are disgraceful, moans and whines that would put a pornstar to shame, but your mind feels blank, empty of all thoughts besides the feeling of his cock filling you up, the mind numbing massage of his piercing against your gummy walls.

Touya isn’t much better off. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth and his brow is furrowed, twitching as he grunts and moans each time he bottoms out inside you, feeling your walls suck him in deeper with each stroke. You’re both covered in a light sheen of sweat, panting heavily and trembling with the exertion, and your cheeks still shine with tears.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “My sweet little sister, nothing but a dumb little cumslut. What would everyone say if they could see you now, huh?”

His words are hateful and meant to hurt you, but you can’t think, can’t respond in anything but breathless moans as he pulls you closer and picks up the pace. 

“Say thank you. Say ‘thank you big brother for making me cum’. Say it.” 

He’s as demanding as ever, tweaking your nipples in punishment when you make no attempt to respond, insead laying dumb and drool covered beneath him.

“Say it,” he orders you.

“T-Thank you- fuck- thank you Touya.”

He scoffs, slapping your tits with an open palm.

“Thank you Touya-nii,” he corrects you, squishing your cheeks together with one palm as he shakes your head back and forth.

“Thank you Touya-nii,” you whine, writhing beneath him.

He rewards you by leaning forward and spitting into your squished open mouth, clamping his palm over your mouth as you gag and try to spit it out.

“Ah ah, swallow.”

You do.

He pats your cheek in a gesture that seems almost loving, shifting his fingers down to your clit once more.

“You wanna cum again? Wanna cum on your big brother’s cock?”

It’s a rhetorical question, he’s already forcing you over the edge for the third time that evening, leaving you a twitching, overstimulated mess beneath him.

"It was me, by the way. I used your underwear- I came to tell you Natsuo wouldn't be home tonight, but instead all I find is some lacy white shit."

He chuckles at your horrified expression, groaning at the feeling of your fluttering walls.

“-’m gonna fill you up,” he grunts to himself, gripping your thighs, digging his nails into the tender flesh as he uses your body.

His words fill you with cold dread, but you don’t have time to interject before he stills with a throaty groan, slumping over you as his cock twitches inside you and warmth floods your belly.

“F-Fuck, so good-” he mumbles into your chest as he presses kisses against your tits, still grinding into you as your walls twitch pathetically around him.

He huffs a spiteful laugh at the whine you let out as he pulls out of you, his cum dribbling out of your spent cunt. He lightly slaps your cunt, smirking as your legs twitch, before he sits back on his haunches and tucks his now limp dick back in his pants.

“Up. Get on the bed.”

Your mind, somewhat coherent once more, is in a frenzy.

What the fuck had you just done.

This was wrong. So, so wrong.

What would your parents say? What would your siblings say?

Oh God, if they saw this, saw you…

You feel sick, your stomach roiling as you sit up, shoulders shaking with cold realisation.

Another harsh slap to the face pulls you out of your panicked reverie.

Touya looms above you with cold eyes and an unimpressed expression.

“Get on the fucking bed. Right now. We’re not done here.”

You know by now that fighting is useless. He was so much bigger and stronger than you, so easily able to subdue you. Not to mention the other two men upstairs-

No. Please no.

But your suspicions are confirmed as Touya walks to the door and leaves the room, coming back a moment later with his two friends in tow and a cruel smirk on his face, tutting mockingly at the anguish on your face.

“I did warn you. You have to apologise for your bad manners. Come on sweetie, be a good girl for them, yeah?”

None of them wait for a response, both Keigo and Tomura pulling their aching, leaking cocks from their pants as they hover above you, leering down like a pack of hyenas. 

Touya doesn’t slap you when you try to dissociate this time, content to let his friends use you while he lounges in the armchair in the corner of the room, watching with a disinterested expression. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he seemed bored.

Keigo seems to have some sick fascination with your mouth, shoving his cock down your throat without warning or preparation and letting out a throaty moan as your throat convulses around him.

His palm remains locked around your neck, watching with rapt attention as your throat works awkwardly around the thick intrusion.

You’re almost thankful for the distraction of his cock, for the way Touya had stretched you out minutes prior, when you see the length bobbing between Tomura’s legs.

How it was possible for someone to be that big, you didn’t want to know. 

Your eyes remain transfixed in muted panic on the monstrous member as Tomura makes his way around the bed, propping you up on your knees before he spits on your cunt.

The feeling of a fat glob of spit hitting your entrance and sliding down the length of your slit makes you cringe, shivering in disgust at his actions. You’re not given a moment's warning before you feel the fat head of his cock rubbing against your entrance, trying to pry its way into your tight heat.

A panicked, muffled garble escapes you as you jerk forward, only serving to fit more of Keigo’s length down your throat in your attempt of escape.

Tomura lets out a hiss of displeasure, digging his fingertips into the fat of your hips as he jerks you back towards him, forcing the head of his cock into your pussy.

It hurts, you want to say. It won’t fit, please.

But you can’t. All you can do is choke down gags and sobs as Tomura rips through you. Everytime you think he’s bottomed out, he just keeps going. He keeps going until it feels like he’s pushed through your cervix, until he sits snugly in your stomach. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, doesn’t grant you the smallest of breaks like Touya did. Instead, he immediately sets a harsh, forceful pace, and each stroke feels like a punch to the gut.

From his spot in the corner of the room, Touya lets out a low whistle, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees.

“Look at ya. You’re loving this, aren’t ya? Hm, if I’d have known being dicked down was all you needed to shut up, I’d have done it ages ago.”

His words flow in one ear and out the other, your sole focus on not choking around Keigo’s length as he bottoms out and keeps you pinned in place with his palm planted on the back of your head.

As much as you try to ignore it, his throaty, vocal moans make your core clench around Tomura who scoffs. “You were right, she really is a whore. I can feel her sucking me in.” Touya only hums in response, watching now with an almost enthralled expression as his two friends plough into you simultaneously. “You probably love this, hah? Dumb little slut.” 

The swat he places on your ass leaves a stinging red welt on the smooth flesh.

You’re too lost in the unwanted pleasure to even think about responding. You let your mind wander elsewhere, losing yourself in the toe curling sensation of Tomura’s dick rubbing up against your walls, filling you completely.

Maybe if you pretend it’s someone else, anyone else-

You cum so hard you black out for a moment, losing any and all sensation in your hands and feet as your limbs fill with a strange fuzzy feeling. Your orgasm was so sudden, so unexpected and all-consuming that you struggle to keep yourself conscious and up on all fours, arms and legs trembling as Tomura whines through his teeth.

Keigo grips your hair at the roots, bringing your attention back to his cock as he moans, tilting his head back and flooding your throat with his cum without warning.

He tuts, pulling out of your mouth with a sigh and tapping your chin with his fingers.

“Be a big girl and swallow now, will ya?”

You wince, grimacing as you swallow down his thick, salty seed.

His smirk is devious as he pats your cheek, zipping up his pants and walking over to Touya. He leans down and whispers something in his ear, though their conversation is lost to you as Tomura flattens your chest against the mattress and picks up his pace.

You can’t stop your tongue from lolling out your mouth as he rails into you, your drool forming a puddle beneath you, soaking into the cream duvet. All you can manage is breathless, whiny moans - the only sound in the room besides his own grunts, the slick pattering of your cunt, and the banging of the headboard against the wall.

The thick duvet lays twisted beneath your fingers, and you cling to it desperately as Tomura pants above you like a dog in heat, using your cunt like some glorified fleshlight.

By the time Tomura finishes inside you, you’ve climaxed twice more. He collapses on your back, breathless as he licks a stripe up the ridges of your sweaty spine.

You’re too exhausted to even whine or wrinkle your nose in disgust. It’s all you can do to fight from passing out, puffing from the exertion.

Goosebumps cover you as the sweat cools on your skin, leaving you shivering and sticky.

Touya approaches the bed, murmuring something to Tomura, who grumbles and gets off of you with a grunt before ambling out of the room.

Once only the two of you are left in the thin silence, Touya speaks. His voice is little more than a low murmur as he crouches down next to you, softly brushing the sweaty strands of hair off your face.

“You look so pretty like this. All vulnerable and used… I hope you know how this changes things. You’re mine now. All mine.”

The sentiment makes your stomach curl. If he sees the cold dread on your exhausted face, he doesn’t comment on it, instead pressing a soft, small kiss to your temple.

“Come on, I’ll carry you to your room.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, lifting you off the bed with ease before leaving the basement and making his way through the house, to your room. The sight of the soft, baby pink walls feel surreal after the past few hours. You feel as if you’re violating the clean, pure space of your bedroom, soiling the sheets as Touya sets you down on your bed. 

He bustles around your room, grabbing another sleep shirt and tossing it your way before coming to settle down beside you on your bed. You make no move to put on the shirt.

You don’t do much of anything but stare blankly at the wall opposite your bed.

Touya hums softly, stroking your hair.

“Ya not gonna say anything?”

There’s a pause.

“Huh. Okay then… I think you’ll move in with me. Well, Tomura and me, that is. It’s a nice place, you’ll like it.”

Again, a pause. He seems to be waiting for a reaction, a change in facial expression, something.

…

Nothing.

He sighs heavily.

“Come on, don’t be like that. It’s not as if you didn’t enjoy it. You’re lucky it was storming outside and no one’s home. I’m sure the entire neighbourhood would’ve heard you moaning like a whore.”

It’s a jibe, one meant to get a rise out of you.

Nothing.

“...whatever. You’ll come around sooner or later, hah?” he hums, ruffling your hair.

He stands and stretches, seeming to contemplate something for a moment before he sighs again, covering you with a blanket and leaving your room without another word.

Only once the door clicks shut, do you allow yourself to cry, your small sniffles muffled by your pillow.

Despite your fear, your strained emotions, the ache between your thighs and in your jaw…

You fall asleep, curled up in a tight ball beneath a pile of blankets.

Unconsciousness welcomes you with open arms, and you pray that you stay asleep indefinitely, not wanting to wake up and deal with what had happened. 

You dream of shadowy figures, larger and faster than you, with glinting silver jewellery and cruel smirks, all looming over you.

And when you wake up hours later, you awake all your belongings packed up in cardboard boxes, and to Touya next to you in bed, his fingers pumping in and out of your core, his other palm massaging your breast.

He nips at your ear, smirking against your neck. "Morning imoto..."

[gojoest]

tbh, i hate the "gojo is a flirty playboy" shit.

it's usually because he acts cocky and likes attention. it's blatant mischaracterization, and it's so annoying. yeah, he's flirty and cocky, but he's not sticking his dick in whoever he finds attractive.

he's more complex than that, and i hate seeing him reduced to some horny, sex obsessed guy.

can ppl talk about how he grew up? his bond with suguru? his bond with his students? how he wants kids to be kids?

there's so much more that people ignore and it pisses me off

( also applies to dabi & hawks from mha. )

i thought we were past this 😭 like we’re basically at the end of jjk and atp have A LOT revealed about his character but perhaps it still baffles some ppl mainly bc gege dropped this gojo can’t commit to one woman in an interview which was obviously lost in translation and twisted to no end

[satancopilotsmytardis]

https://x.com/TheHornyP0P0/status/1821936758050693194?t=CsO8hSeiiyYJ_LXADCy0YA&s=19

I saw this and immediately thought of Dabi and Tomura in the early days of them knowing each other

I'm 50/50 on this one, I do think Dabi would bluntly ask to suck Shig's dick during an unrelated conversation, but I don't think that he would pretend to listen or care about Shigaraki's computer to get to that point. Tbh this seems more like something Spinner would say was not a ploy to get into Shig's pants and then Dabi would mock him by saying the hard drive dick sucking comment to Shigaraki, and then everyone has a surprise when Shig says yeah sure and takes Dabi to his room

[kelin-is-writing]

crying 😭😭❤️❤️I loved chatting with you too😭❤️ the "touya" thing you rb'd was one of the first things I read this morning and it got me thinking of TWO diff horny scenarios tbh and idk which I prefer 🥴

I love love love the concept of sleepy morning sex with dabi. there's no urgency, there's no dominance, just slow languid movements in the half darkened bedroom. quiet "I love you"s in between soft groans. when you guys finish he doesn't even pull out, just staying inside you as he holds you and you guys fall back asleep.

But it ALSO got me thinking. Pathetic dabi who's wrapped around your finger the second you say Touya. He's a whimpering begging mess, you're pegging him, pounding him into the mattress so fast and hard he can't form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. All you can hear is "p-lease". He's got a white knuckled grip on the sheets, you yank his head back by his hair and say "you're being such a good boy for me, touya" and thats it. He's gone. His eyes roll back and he cums so hard he can't hold himself up anymore. You see tear stains on the pillow and all he can do is let out a pathetic whimper as you let go of his hair.

Anyways 😋! Just some food for thought- 🎃

it was so fun yesterday please, super happy of having you in my inbox again 😭💜

also god... you just mixed-up three of my absolute favorite things in one: dabi + morning sex + cockwarming.

like the grogginess of just waking up, his slow and sloppy thrusts inside your cunt while looking down at you with his half-lidded eyes, heavy pants leaving his parte lips as he rests his forearm on the spot beside your head and the other hand gripping your waist. your hoarse moans and whimpers only making his hips snap harder against yours as he groans between choked out “i love you”s like– god... that would be such an awesome way to wake up... and the cockwarming afterwards being the cherry on top for real 🤧

JESUS—!!!!! everyone laughing, joking and gangsta, but the truth is that you’re dabi’s biggest weakness like– he’s so weak and pathetic, basically putty whenever you ride him while moaning “touya...” in the most erotic voice he has ever heard AND when you know it would have him tremble the most. he tries lift at least his upper body, but you surround his neck with your arms and push him down again with a “don’t even think about it–” and you’re moving your hips erratically against his getting a choked out moan from dabi who’s stunned by how weak he is against you, but damn did it felt good when he then just leaves you take charge and hears you whisper praises to him in his ear, that’s enough to have this boy cum and STILL not be satisfied, so he just starts slamming into you again while his semen is drooling long his dick and he’s begging against your neck to not stop, a restrained sob coming out from his gritted teethes from the overstimulation.

HOLY FUCK 🎃 ANON.

HOLY. FUCK. 🎃. ANON.

[x-neurotoxin-x]

Ngl it's real interesting seeing ppl talk about that nsfw Dabi figure that's been going around and like, "Oh god he has grafts on his dick and it kinda implies Ujiko was reconstructing Touya's genitals while he was a minor and in a coma" like... Guys yall do realize everything with Touya's coma and medical trauma is like several huge tropes known to be metaphors for rape in media, right? I could write a meta on it tbh but idk if the bnha fandom is ready for that

[shigarakisslutbag]

PLS DO SHIGGY THIGH FUCKING HCS thank u ily

I honestly didn't think I'd write on here again but I can't sleep and it's like 5:30 in the morning lol. So I'll write some thigh fuckin' headcanons to ease the stress 😎 (also TW: for thigh fucking, somnophilia, long post in general LMFAO. If I missed anything I apologize. Also it's now 6:19 after finishing it so there's probably typos I've missed after briefly skimming this so Im also sorry for that LMFAO)

(EDIT after writing. I'm so sorry this ended up not being headcanons and was just a full on drabble I found of pulled out of my ass but I hope you still enjoy it lol)

Now truthfully I havent even watched/finished the seasons after season 4 lol. I'm in the middle of season 5 still because I'm severely depressed and can't enjoy anything. But that doesn't mean I don't still love shigaraki and tbh I still read fanfiction from time to time about him or dabi.

I feel like a lot of people paint shigaraki as either absolutely vile and grimey or just aloof and soft with a grumpy attitude. And I feel like it's a bit of both. Which really plays into his sex life (if he'll ever have one). But even without a sex life, his personality most certainly plays into his fantasies and kinks.

I want to also emphasize that fantasies are just that, fantasies. Shigaraki most likely has plenty of fantasies that he'd never dream of acting out with his partner should he ever have one. I feel like even if he had some sick fantasies or kinks, and you happened to be okay with it, he would still be iffy because if this man, for whatever reason, picked you out of everyone else?? He's not going to treat you like absolute garbage. Shigaraki is definitely not the nicest person by any means, but by God if he cares about someone he fucking cares. Esp because you're probably the only person who actually loves him in his entirety. So if he's into noncon, somnophilia, predator/prey play, or whatever, it's going to be a while before he gets comfortable bringing up any of those fantasies with you.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, you're wondering "goddamnit ash shut the fuck up and tell me the thigh f-" wELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD YOU LISTEN TO SEGGSY MONOLOGUE OR YOU GET NOTHING. ty luv u.

Okay so his fantasies right ? What are shigarakis kinks ? Does he have any? Oh absolutely. And they range from either something as light and soft as hickeys and tying you up in silk while eating you out for 2 hours to nipple clamps and making you wail with hot tears and shoving a dildo down your throat telling you take it like you've taken every other mans cock down your throat because he knows stupid sluts like you are always capable of doing those things if you know it'll make your pussy soak the sheets.

Now it's not his top fantasy, but thigh fucking. And God do you have the prettiest thighs. It doesn't matter is there's stretch marks, if they're chubby, skinny, or if you have immense scarring on them he LOVES them. He loves how soft they are. He loves how they look in shorts or a skirt (esp when you keep trying to pull them down a bit because they're a size smaller than what you wanted so they don't pudge out). He loves how your delicate hands lay on top of your thighs while you fiddle with your fingers out of nervousness. He loves the way they move when he walks behind you, you have a walk that puts any model to shame. He just loves them . And by God does he throb at thought of getting to push his cock past your sweaty or oily thighs. The head of his dick barely kissing your clit each time he thrusts. But that's not the biggest and best part at all. He wants to wake you up to it. You've told him countless times he can wake you up to any sexual acts but he's still nervous. But he's really horny right now. And you're sweaty from the lack of AC and you're naked on your side sleeping away. But he genuinely can't think of anything else other than how wet your pussy must be right now and how slick your thighs must be from the heat of the room. His cock is absolutely aching to slide between your thighs and folds. He has never felt so hungry until he met someone with a body as inviting as your own. He's been stroking for the past couple minutes but it's just not enough .

He peels off the throw blanket you have over you because despite the heat you always love your blanket to sleep. But even after the blanket is removed you still don't wake . He slowly examines your body and grazes his hand down your body. Going over your shoulders and arms to ribs to hip bone. Finally meets that beautiful soft ass of yours. He gentle lifts your thigh to angle and can see your pussy . Its so wet and glistening from the lights on the street coming in through your window, beaming in and lighting up your skin to a beautiful warm glow.

He lifts up one of your slick folds, seeing your pretty clit and rubbing his thumb in tiny circles on it. He can't take it anymore and slides his cock between your thighs, his shaft rubbing your leaking pussy and making your clit throb even more. You may be asleep but your cunt is always awake and ready to be touched by him.

He starts thrusting slowly to building up that pressure in his groin to make his orgasm feel even better in the end. He can feel you coating his shaft with your juices more and more with each desperate thrust he makes to your thighs. Your thighs are so sweaty and warm and grip his dick so nicely taking any and every drop of cum he wants to and could ever give you. He can hear slight wet sounds coming from your cunt with each thrust that keeps getting more rapid and animalistic with each thrust because you dont know how to stop being such a needy whore all the time even in your sleep. Before he knows it you're gushing and your cum is on the sheets making him go over the edge. Now he's spitting thick, white shots of cum all over your thighs while drops of it roll down your skin onto the bed as well. You're still mostly asleep, but youve adorned a dazed smile on your face with a satisfied tomura passed out next you .

[lynnscove]

cruel dabi x puppyplay?

Cruel!Dabi × puppyplay/reader with a dog quirk.

warnings: um, everything? He's not as mean as I made him last time. (Sorry anon)

A crate is something he often uses as punishment, leaving you for hours or even days on end. It's not cute, or comfy, there's no blankets at all, just a hard plastic floor and even harder metal bars. You don't eat, you rarely sleep, you piss, shit n vomit inside of it. It's disgusting. It's punishment.

Don't even think about using the toilet, you have puppy pads laid out for a reason. If you refuse that, then he'll gladly take you outside and let you lift your leg infront of all the neighbors!

He'd use walks as a punishment rather than a treat, stripping you naked and forcing you to crawl on all fours down some gross back-alley. He'll stay by your side, but he's got gonna stop anyone who wants to cop a feel. Infact, he'll encourage it.

Won't say it out loud, but he loveesss when you whimper and whine like a dog, it makes him feel soooo fuckin feral.

He pulls on your tail during anal to stretch you even wider, sometimes wiggling a finger or two in beside his dick to fill you up.

Shock collars are expensive, but he's not gonna cheap out on one. He'll get you the most painful and abusive one he can find, training you to respond to it like an obedient mutt.

Biggg fan of butt plugs, I mean, you'll never leave the house without one. You're lucky if he even lets you walk around the house without one tbh.

Anal lover. Like, almost everytime you mess around, it's anal. Unless you're in heat. In which case, you better believe he's cumming straight into your pussy with no remorse.

He thinks it's cute when you wag your tail, but that doesn't stop him from burning your fur and scoffing about how he's going to dock you if you hit him with it one more time.

If he's leaving for work, or really, for anything, you're staying strapped to a fuck machine all day. Even when the final war begins, he ties you up and leaves you there to die.

He curses and grunts under his breath, constantly trying to hide his pleasure from you, but your ears are so sensitive that you pick up on every sound.

He's a head pusher!! "Use your fuckin' teeth, you dumb mutt." If you're not gagging and sobbing, he's not into it.

He's always threatening to dock your tail if you don't stop hitting him with it. Sometimes he burns your fur or yanks on it, but really he thinks it's cute.

Looovess to piss down your throat while you're blowing him💗 then shame you for liking it.

During heat cycles you're totally at his mercy. His libido is so ridiculously high that not even your instincts out-do it.

He's literally just disgusting, especially when it comes to sharing you. He'll bring over random men and let them have a go, just for shits n giggles. Gangbangs aren't uncommon no matter how much you whine.

[monst]

Da rules

Well here's some new rules and a reintroduction: 

     I go by Monst and I guess I’m writing again: I do read faster than I write so enjoy all the reblogs lol

I like the color orange it's not relevant, just thought I'd put it out there

Uh the bnha master list is definitely not up to date and needs a revamp (I will probably get to that eventually, someday...soon...) Speaking of it Here's the DC one and Here's the BHNA one.

Anyways if you're interested below is basically the what's what. Stick around if you want.

 Okay cool!

       I’m a new person! (Not really still v much unhinged) But we do have some new rules so let’s get to it: 

All characters for nsfw stuff are aged up 18+ (If you’re one of those (Can't separate reality from fiction/fantasy) then the unfollow/block buttons haven’t moved from their location and you are free to use them at your discretion )  

     I’m cool with: 

Requests- Hcs, Scenarios, thirst posts, Ya sending ideas, thirst, recommendations, ask for advice or info dump (Might not get to all of them, and might not do some I’m not feeling) I write for F. Reader, GN. reader and M. Reader. Genre: all of them tbh

Ships! Character x character is cool - Block #Ship🤌 if it's not for you

Random shit- You telling me about your day, thoughts, opinions on whatever ig. I love to chat. 

I’m okay with dark content (Dubcon, noncon, yandere, somno, etc.) and everything should be tagged appropriately. You can always ask that I tag something if it is missing. 

Sfw- Fluff, angst basically anything that tickles my fancy. Most of my longer stuff is going to be sfw going forwards and while probably be on Ao3

Music! Tell me what your listening too! (Yes I'm one of those 'I listen to everything' I need new stuff to listen to)

Also! I miss the whole deviant art/Quizzilla shit so I might do a whole seven minutes in heaven thing lmao (This doesn’t belong here but scream at me about it cause I need it to happen for nostalgia’s sake) 

    I’m not cool with: 

Scat

Underage/PDF

Incest (This one's a toss up, it honestly depends cause I've written for it both step & blood related)

Use your discernment ig

Also, I'm kinda using this space as a kinda fun mostly horny diary lmao so it's just mostly gonna be vibes

So here’s the fandoms&Characters if you wanna request: 

Mha- 

Shocker, but I do have some old asks that are too good to just let’em go ya know?  

Shinsou (I started this blog cause of him so.. yeah) 

Villain/Yandere Deku sorry

Bakugou

Endeavour 

Dabi

Hawks

Tokoyami 

Shoto

Dc- 

Please, please, please send me shit about Tim Drake. (Need him biblically) Literally hopped back on for him. 

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle 

Poison Ivy 

Joker (Nothing good is coming out of anyone requesting this I just know it) 

Constantine 

Diana (Wonder woman my beloved) 

Amanda Waller 

Cheetah 

Slade Wilson… 

JJK-

Nanamin 

Gojo  

Inumaki 

Invincible- 

Mark Grayson 

…Nolan...

Debbie

Alan! 

Naruto-

Kakashi ‘blow my back out’ Hatake

Itachi 

Shisui (My love)

Madara

Tobirama’s messy ass

Ask for more but these are my faves 

D- gray man-

Yuu Kanda!

Tyki Mikk

Kingdom Hearts-

Riku

Vanitas 

Most of the organization tbh

FF7-

All of them. 

But especially Sephiroth 

Any type of monster lmao 

Kenji Sato lmao

You can ask for others not listed in different fandoms I just think this has gotten a bit too long  

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[chipen]

spicy headcanons below the cut for the requested: uraume, mahito, toji, and dabi :

uraume:

unless your name is ryomen sukuna, uraume is MEAN in bed. they spent approximately a thousand years without him, and while those thousand years were spent mostly without other sexual partners - a non-binary baddie has needs, and they took a few on occasion. when uraume would lay with sukuna, they would find themself seeking to obviously cater to their lords needs and whims. uraume was and is exceptionally skilled at pleasuring sukuna and sukuna exclusively. as for everyone else, they're a little shit and quite frankly choose to use their lays for what they are: getting off, and move on. for those particular partners, uraume refuses to be put on their back, and will instead take initiative and ride them into oblivion, until THEY are done. and they have that... 1,000 year old sorcerer stamina. so. y'know.

for the partner's that are, again, not sukuna, uraume will, again, be BOSSY. no touching. beg. they view themselves above everyone else and well, it translates into the sexual encounters.

they're big into temperature play and size differences but i don't think that surprises anyone. excellent multitasker.

mahito:

mahito views sex as just another extremely interesting human experience. he doesn't feel anyway about it really other than yeah, it feels nice, but he'd truly rather be killing people. however when mahito discovers the pleasure of lording his power above his sexual partners - well, that interests him.

he's a brat, through and through. impatient - does not listen. he probably WILL kill if he gets bored so mahito gets away with it. mahito is into many extremes of things - and i have no doubt he'd have a great time in the bdsm sphere especially in alternate universes where he isn't, y'know, a curse. he needs to be tamed. thats really the only way for him to be satisfied but i would think sex with mahito for a NORMAL person would be a rather... cerebral if not terrifying experience just because of the inherent danger of it.

genitalia/gender really don't apply to mahito he will change whatever bits he has on any given day and just roll with it. he will also wear whatever he wants. it's really a surprise for whoever is involved.

i think if mahito's brain can be dosed with the happy sexy chemicals he actually may be able to go a solid 8 hours without being a walking nuisance. maybe. MAYBE.

toji:

surprisingly i don't have many nsfw headcanons for toji other than him absolutely having a weapon for a dick and an attitude to match.

he's a lazy dom i think. he wants to smoke a cigarette while someone rides him.

dabi:

oh boy. dabi is touch starved but in a unique way. somehow, he gets laid plenty, but he never takes his clothes off fully, and rarely lets his one night stands touch anywhere that ISN'T his scars or burns. the unmarred areas of his flesh are EXTREMELY sensitive. like EXTREMELY. with the right person, and the right touch and circumstances, he could potentially cum from touches there alone.

his dick is pierced. jacob's ladder. his nipples and tongue are also pierced.

dabi doesn't particularly like to get naked. though he declares himself fine with his appearance, it's a level of vulnerability that has to be weedled out of him with time and trust.

the man is an exhibitionist, through and through. and he loves to degrade, and is good at it too. dirty talk is a forte of his, and given the opportunity he truly would rail his partner in front of other people, no questions asked. it's a thing.

his list of kinks is pretty long tbh but that's for another day.

secretly, he really likes to cuddle.

[teddybeartoji]

Aww I can wait for you to get into mha I’m so exited to hear about your thoughts and opinions regarding story and characters! I like hawks too but I always go back to Dabi 🙈(and aizawa) something about fire users does it for me (looks at ace and zuko)

HEHEHEHEEE I REALLY WANNA GET INTO ITT!!! all of the characters seem so cool tbh likeee dabi n shigaraki helloo🙈🙈🙈 but also this uhh monoma guy?? he seems like a bit of a dick i like him lmao but omfgg aizawa seems so sick too!!!! aaaaaaa i need to get my shit together and just start it hahdhshddhhahs

[cannibalvillains]

About shipping my muses, n stuff.

Gonna keep this a a constant WIP, as I figure stuff out. But I decided this could be fun to make for mutuals who maybe wanna ship. Give yall an angle.

Generally ship tropes I like; Arranged Marriage, Toxic, Hate-fucking, queerplatonic stuff, partners in love and crime aka "murder boyfriends", whatever the Addams Family had going, tragedy

(.... Sorry im not awfully good with pure fluff, just don't do it for me. Also; pointing to my no smut rp rule)

Brief details on each respective muse are under the cut!

MHA______________________________________________________

Dabi (demiromanic bi)

Tbh if my Dabi actually has feelings for sb id say its time to run. He is obsessive as hell and he can't do relationships normally. He has straight up stalked several other muses by this point. It was for different reasons but affection is definitely one of them. Also expect it to be undoubtly toxic. He can genuinely love but also it's god awful. He's honestly most easy to deal with on a "we only fuck and nothing else" type basis.

Ships i like for him; Shigaraki, Twice, Hawks (only toxic hatefucking), ...

Overhaul (aroace, repulsed type aka "dont fucking touch me")

Right out the gate: don't expect normal relationship dynamics with him. Just don't. Fact aside that he generally just sucks with people, Im serious when I say he's aroace. He will never fall in love with another character and he will happily die a virgin because that stuff just makes him beyond uncomfortable. That said, I wrote him in tight knit relationships before and they have been some of my fav in recent past. Either way it's a slowburn.

Ships I like for him; Kurono, Nagant, ...

Spinner (bi-curious)

Tbh this man is open to be shipped with almost anyone. I haven't really done stuff with him yet, and he is also very open. Doesn't think about this stuff right now but he would try his best if put in the situation.

Ships I like for him; ???

Eri WE DO NOT SHIP THE CHILD

Enji (disaster bi, in denial abt liking men)

Taking current canon into consideration; Enji is old, tired and doesn't seem himself as "attractive" anymore. His marriage was more duty than love and these days he is most in of all concerned with fixing things with his kids. Trying to ship him at that age would take a lot of convincing. Trying to get him to cheat on his wife like 10 to 20 years prior is an option but can only end terribly. (please I absolutely wanna do that!!) Anything before his marriage would be battling his drive to become the number one hero. (also fun)

Ships I like for him; All Might ( yes its terrible ), Rei ( yes its complicated ), ...

Twice (gay, hopeless)

He's a mess. You may think this means he best works with other people who are well put together, but I (terrible person) like to see spiral, together with other messes. Enjoy.

Ships I like for him; Dabi, anyone LOV tbh (also just purely platonic stuff; we love to see it), ...

Bakugou (bi)

Main criteria for people Bakugou likes; they stand up to him and give him challenges. Just straight up best compatible with muses who are either an asshole equal to himself, or just say "No, stop being a dick. I won't take your shit." If your muse just follows along with whatever he does he will not give them the time of day. He won't care.

Ships I like for him; Occhako, Monoma, Fujimi, ...

JJK_______________________________________________________

Sukuna (aro, an egnima)

I dunno yet what gets him... but you gotta be strong else he will just crush you and be bored. Probably best to get his interest through powerful Jujutsu/fighting skills though, obviously.

Ships I like for him; Gojo, Uraume, Toji, ...

Gojo (GAYYYY)

Definitely struggles to relate to people with his whole "its lonely being the strongest" business. Definitely not easy to connect to and will not be honest about his feelings. But BOY does he seek connection! Pathetic little man!

Ships I like for him; Geto(duh, tho tbh also love it as just best friends), Sukuna, Nanami, ...

Yuji (???)

I dunno yet, somebody give him Jennifer Lawrence! Or his former classmate, that seemed cute. Either way he is a sunshine boy who probably clicks easily with people but later in the story of jjk it may be difficult to get close, the trauma of losing people and all that....

Ships I like for him; ???

Maki (???)

I dunno yet either, give her Jennifer Lawrence as well! Ok no, forreal though. I think she needs someone who can help her relax and not be so stuck on her goals all the time (tho do support her goals... and shittalk the Zen'in clan together...!!)

Ships I like for her; ???

Kenjaku (EVIL)

Would probably fuck anyone. I dunno if you should get near them though. There is like.... ALL THE RED FLAGS. Doesn't care much for the people they start relationships with. To them it's just all a game.

Ships I like for them; Yuji's dad, Gojo (while disgused as Geto, def in a toxic af way), ...

OP________________________________________________________

Law (gay af)

Honestly, this guy has a terrible taste in men and he knows it. He also hates it. He wants to have a good relationship but he got a tendency to get into the ones he regrets, and doesn't regret, but so damn regrets. I think there is a lot of fun kinda drama to be had here.

Ships I like for him; Kidd, Bepo, Zoro, Robin ( yes i said hes gay... they just match ), ...

Doffy (bi and awful)

On the outside Doffy is sweet, charming and flirty, makes all the compliments and expresses his care for his person of interest. He is also manipulative, possessive and most of all cares for himself.... YOU SHOULD RUN.

Ships I like for him; ...

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Zagetsu (nope)

Eh. I just have him to be a creature tbh. If you wanna ship with him genuinely, CONVINCE ME.

Ships I like for him; NAH

[x-tetrodotoxin-x]

Can we hear about the deaddove shigadabispinner WIP you mentioned?

(This is referring to a fic I mentioned on main last week and I'm late af answering this. Sorry im fuckin lazy lmao)

Tbh there's not much of a wip, I'll be real with y'all. When i said it was a concept based on vibes I meant it. There's handful of scenes written, but it's mainly noncon and toxic shigadabi. At this point we barely have an actual outline besides sone rough bullet points and we haven't introduced Spinner yet. Tbf, it's being written my two of my headmates that are kinda messed up and they're just in there being mentally ill. I dunno what's being done with it.

And when I say shigadabi is toxic in this, I mean they're toxic. Like

And that's just snippets, that's outside that's not even including the dubcon hate sex and trafficking scenes. They toxic toxic.

I'm trying to brainstorm more and work in an actual plot besides "look at this fucked up shit" but as of right now I have exactly 3 scenes and they're 1) dubcon blowjob, 2) trafficking followed by Shigaraki being a dick to Dabi while he's having an episode on the floor, and 3) Dabi being a dick to Shigaraki after he cuts himself, trauma dumping about his own cutting, then them getting into a fight and Tomura threatening to kill him so like. There's not much going right now for it besides fucky shit

[dabisqueen]

Rockstar!dabi is definitely the type to not be phased by your period or you using the bathroom what so ever. Y’all’s relationship is one of those people think y’all are “too comfortable” with each other.

Y’all two always piss with the bathroom door wide open and will even have straight conversation. Like on lazy mornings and he doesn’t have to tour or do anything with his band he isn’t phased nor surprised to see you half asleep with the door wide open while you piss. The bathroom light isn’t even on and tbh it looks like you’re about to fall asleep again. You’re hunched over and your pad is literally hanging for dear life because you two sleep so fucking crazy at night. He literally just walks in there while turning the light on and brushes his teeth and ask what do you want to doordash for breakfast.

Or you could be taking a shower and this fucking man while come in to use the bathroom and not even ask if you want him to wait and flush the toilet so the water doesn’t get too hot he will just flush it and snicker when you yell at him. Hell he might just get in with you and tell you to stop complaining.

He’s also the type to have no shame in buying you pads or tampons- he’s definitely said in public what pussy size are you. You and him both know he knows it doesn’t work like that he just likes making you angry.

Omg, nonny, you are so correct! This is hilarious, how accurate you are aksjsjshshs

Like, Rockstar Dabi has no shame.

NO SHAME!!!

He'll take a shower with you and start pissing 💦 such a jerk! Or imagine you sitting on the loo ans he'll be like "Spread them for me." And nudges your thighs.

So you do, totally puzzled by what he wants to do but he just pulls his dick out and starts peeing between your legs into the loo.

Yep.

That's Rockstar Dabi.

🤣

[princess-of-the-corner]

requesting infodump on the LoV because they seem interesting without full context

a group of villains, some directly linked to pro heroes - does that mean they accept fallen heroes? etc etc

Okay so

I am absorbing this series through fandom osmosis and slowly reading the Canon Manga.

Which means there's some members of the LoV that I know better than others, while there's a chunk I haven't deep dived into as much because they're not fan favorites I guess?

So I'm gonna speedrun through the ones I do know specifics about! I'm also gonna do 100% Canon, not my AU stuff because tbh I roll with some changes and redemptions

All for One(AfO):

Quirk: All for One, the ability to steal Quirks from other people

Main villain, big bad motherfucker. Absolute asshole. Old as balls(or at least 100). Surprisingly very fascinating to speculate on but none of that is good for a short summary. We don't know his real first name, as he just uses his Quirk's name as his own, but his last name was 'Shigaraki'.

Tomura Shigaraki:

Quirk: Decay, things he touch will be destroyed.

Daddy Issues #1. Orignal name was Tenko Shimura. Grandson of a Hero, Nana Shimura. So you've followed the whole 'One for All passes down through users' thing? Nana was the user before All Might. Tenko's dad was kind of a dick tho basically taking his own issues out on the kids. Tenko was targeted by our Main Villian, All for One, and got 'the world's most illegal adoption' after Tenko's Quirk manifested and he accidentally killed his bio family. AfO has Stockholm Syndromed the shit out of the kid over the next fifteen years and has groomed him into being his successor(plus some other funky meta shit regarding Quirk Nonsense I barely understand).

Dabi:

Quirk: Blueflame

Daddy Issues #2! Original name was Toya Todoroki. His father is the Pro Hero Endeavor. Main character Shoto is his younger brother. There's a LOT to unpack on the entirety of the Todoroki Family Drama™ that I do not have the energy to type out. Short version: Endeavor is a fuckin asshole and abusive to the family. Toya wanted to prove his worth, but lost control in his anger and started a raging wildfire. He was presumed dead, but hey guess what? He was found by our Big Bad Villain AfO! Who tbh was probably stalking him and waiting for a recruitment opportunity because he's already done that twice already. Toya recovered somewhat, is filled with rage in part because his death seemed to mean nothing as his dad is still a dick, so he's working with the League to show the world the kind of person his dad is and then also murder him for everything he did(but also is becoming a far worse person on this revenge quest and no longer cares if his siblings get hurt or die and tbh he might also just straight up kill them too fuck it apparently.)

Himiko:

Quirk: Transform, allows the user to transform into people by consuming their blood. Also causes a bit of an obsession with blood.

Himiko's parents were incredibly disturbed by her Quirk, forcing her to behave like a 'normal' girl. She managed to suppress her morbid tendencies until middle school, when she snapped and attacked a boy she had a crush on to drink his blood. Himiko ran away, and her parents disowned her, called her a lost cause and a 'demon child' and nothing but a villain, so she embraced that fully and went very murdery. Lived on the streets for a while before finding and joining the League

Kurogiri:

Quirk: Warp Gate, a cloud of dark fog that can be used as a portal.

Kurogiri is a thing called a 'Nomu'. Basically some fucked up human experimentation. Though most of them are kinda brainless super-soldiers, Kurogiri is the only one who is like. An actual proper person still, though not quite the person he once was. Kurogiri was made out Oboro Shirakumo, a UA student who supposedly died over a decade ago. Oboro was a friend of Aizawa, Present Mic and Midnight when they were all in school together.

Honestly there's a good chunk more but I don't know as much about them without spelunking the wiki. Like I know names and Quirks but my grasp on personality and backstory are not at the point where I can ramble off the cuff when I should be trying to sleep

Re: are they open to 'fallen Heroes'

Theoretically since there's a subplot about Pro Hero Hawks infiltrating the League and pretending to be on their side while gathering info and working to take them down. Hawks is a very public Hero so they all know who he is, but I guess he convinces them that he wants to turn villain and hand over Hero secrets to them. (Some believe him, others don't)

[aromanticannibal]

ok rant incoming

I think people tend to forget that there's two ways to see the sexualization in mha (or any show but im hyperfixated on mha) : by looking at the show from a character's pov, and by looking at the show from a reader's pov. understand, by ignoring the fact that this was written by some japanese man or not.

first case, this is just how things are, this is how the world is, no one wrote these characters and they're just people who make their own choices.

thinking about it like this, midnight or miruko's suits aren't worse than all the dudes wearing tight ass shit that shows their dick outline. kirishima being shirtless isnt less nakey than momo having her whole ass chest on display if she makes a wrong move. mirio is naked a stupidly high amount of time and shouto's clothes are at risk of getting burnt and falling off. dabi broadcasted his half naked ass in all of Japan and pulled up at a battle half naked, hawks is def as much of a hot playboy with horny fans as mount lady is a hot playgirl (??) with horny fans, and the latter's costume isn't tighter than like all might or twice's costume. toga is just wearing her uniform and the fact that she ends up naked everytime she uses her quirk isn't anyone's fault. etc etc.

now the other way of seeing this is the "right, horikoshi kohei wrote this, momo didn't decide her costume looks like that because momo is lines on paper and can't make decisions" way.

and then, it's weird. because horikoshi is a straight (as far as I'm aware) man who's also admittedly a pervert (like a lot of male mangakas so no one's surprised) and horikoshi definitely did not draw endeavors costume thinking of the same thing as when he drew mount lady's costume. horikoshi didn't think mmm thats hot when he made mirio's quirk get him naked but he did think that when he made it so hagakure is naked all the time (or at least he knew of the sexual innuendo, evidently given that One Hagakure Piece he made, + all the art of hagakure being in skimpy clothing or showing her panties bc heh. she's invisible. my point isn't to say it's bad, you can have whatever opinion you want on that, my point is that I never saw art of mirio where he's playfully naked for fanservice, it stopped to the one fight scene).

mainly the problem here (without thinking of horikoshi being weird because everyone knows that) is that a lot of fandom people try to defend horikoshi and the show using arguments from the first case and vice versa.

it always makes me think of that one youtuber (french lmao) who said that people saying some female character in one piece is sexualized is slut shaming her. no, it's not. if another character in one piece was insulting that sexy character because of what she wears or how she behaves, that would be slut shaming. your one piece woman was drawn by some dude in japan, she didn't choose to dress or act this way, a guy who thought it'd be hot did.

now that I've said all that idgaf what you think of horikoshi or the sexualization of characters in mha, what annoys me the most with it is how ugly or impractical the costumes end up being tbh.

tdlr : don't try to defend horikoshi by acting like his characters are sentient beings making their own choices. theyre characters. and the opposite is true as well, don't try to say someone's analysis of a character is wrong because theyre not thinking of horikoshi's intentions. sometimes we don't have to care about the author's intentions (especially when the author's intentions kinda suck)