#dabi: can it magician

[mettywiththenotes]

Between the fact that Dabi's big attack involves compressing his heat energy inside of himself and the absurdly theatrical bow, I keep thinking he's either paying homage to Mr. Compress or trying to steal his riz. Either way, I love it. lmao

YEAH ngl I read the word compress in that chapter, saw the bow and thought "HE LEARNED FROM THE BEST" lol

Dabi's carrying on the legacy of Theatrical Villains

[shopcat]

the average shinsou fan can only chuckle for real

[mha-quotes-and-such]

Headcanon that Shigaraki has a really bad habit of wandering off. If he's by himself, he will absolutely completely forget what he was going to do and sidetrack with anything that catches his eye. If he's with someone else, this person better keep an eye on him at all times.

Kurogiri is used to it, since he used to "lose" little Tomura a lot (it was distressing the first few times, then he learned the best places to look for him), so he's ALWAYS watching Shigaraki when they are in public. Even if it doesn't look like he is, he is!

(He also has half a mind to put Shigaraki on a child leash at all times, never mind that he is a grown man by now)

Mr. Compress thought Kurogiri was exaggerating the whole matter until he himself lost grown Shigaraki four times in a row. It was more of a blow to his ego than anything because how did this brat manage to do that? He's a magician! He can keep his attention on five different things at the same time! He swears Tomura just vanished in thin air.

Dabi absolutely has offered to accompany Shigaraki somewhere just to deliberately let him walk off and conveniently forgot to mention it to anyone until it was already really late and dark out. He enjoyed the peace and quiet. Kurogiri absolutely sent him a disappointed glare later.

I love this, this would cause SO many funny scenarios. I think he’d always wander off for the dumbest reasons too. A poster in a store window caught his eye or he felt like walking against the flow of pedestrian traffic just to piss people off. That would make Compress even more annoyed; not only did he, a great magician, lose an entire grown man, the reason he lost him is because Shiggy saw a weird looking piece of trash on the side of the road

The implication that Shigaraki cant find his way home either is incredible. Dabi mentions late at night that he has no clue where Tomura is, and they all have to go outside and shake bags of doritos as tho hes a lost dog

[kingtomura]

Fantasize

Summary: working in a coffee shop sucked, but watching the man of your dreams walk in makes it all a little more worth it. wc: 5.4k content: dabi x female reader, explicit content, AU - no quirks, masturbation, overstimulation, vibrator, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, brief oral(f receiving) , nipple play, hair pulling, dabi has a tongue piercing also crossposted to AO3

It was way too crowded in here. 

The morning rush always had a way of bringing out the worst in people. Everyone was always in a hurry. They have to get to work, they have to get to school and even your coworkers fell into this notion. They have to get the orders out in a timely manner or else you’ll have an old business man three times your age staring down at you with his face twisted up into a scowl. 

You hate this job. 

The man before you stared long and hard as if you could magically make his dumb coffee – double shot espresso, two sugars, no milk– appear out of thin air. If you were in the business of magic tricks you would turn him into an inanimate shoe and go on with your day. But you’re no magician, he is not a shoe and you really hate this job.

“Order up!” A voice behind you rang, as an overzealous coworker bushed by you, hot cup of coffee in hand as she tried to smoothly hand off the drink to the irritated man. 

Whether she noticed the look of irritation on his face or not, she didn't mention it. Only smiling and waving him off so that the next group in line could order. You thanked the stars he was out of your hair, muttering a crude you should smile more under his breath before shrinking out the door. 

Yeah, turning him into a shoe would have been a good move. 

You rolled your eyes, going back to the uneventful duties of taking orders and ringing up customers. The small coffee shop you work for maintains a steady crowd, the rumble of chatter flowing through the store. You can't help but feel yourself go on autopilot. Taking orders but not really retaining faces while the smell of coffee grounds flood your nose, the sounds of the steamer and other machines going off in the background. 

It can all be overwhelming at times. But you needed this job, this was the only job with relatively flexible hours while you finished school. 

“We need a refill on cups!” 

That was your cue to drag your feet away from the register and search for more cups for the never satiated customers. Mind drifting back to your current situation. Today was Wednesday, you had a project due on Friday, and you haven't done a lick of it. Couldn’t be bothered. 

Grabbing the cups, you squeeze by two more employees, one manning the drive through and the other frothing milk for a drink. Everyone was too close to one another. This place should be bigger. You sigh, setting the cups up in a pretty, neat line like your manager coaches you to do, and hear the chime of the door bell. 

You could have sworn the time seemed to slow as the sticky sweet greeting from one of your coworkers fell on deaf ears. Ambient chatter of the room ceased and the shrill noises of the machines died out as you watched a boy with white hair and vibrant tattoos step into the store. You've never seen this face before, blue eyes bored and posture giving signs that he would rather be anywhere but here. 

He was cute, he was indifferent and he was walking right towards you.

Holy shit.

It was in that moment you remembered that you had a job to do. A job you were paid to do, and staring at potential customers could be considered weird. It takes a second, but you regain composure and remember the dry utterance of the man before. Smile more. Right. So you do and you pray it doesn't look as forced as it feels. “Hello, what can I get for you today?” 

Your rehearsed question is met with the same indifference as the man simply stared down at you. 

At this point you began to wonder if there had been something stuck in your teeth that everyone knew about but you, because the staring today was starting to get ridiculous. But just as your world brightened, it came crashing down. Another younger customer came crashing into your store and nearly crashing into the boy before you. 

“Dabi! I told you to wait for me.” The girl whined, blonde hair with two buns in disarray as she caught her breath. Even though she looked like she would heave over she still had a smile on her face. It was pretty, bright, and a little creepy. 

The man in question only shrugged, apathetic tone giving no indication of care. “Not my fault you fell behind.” 

“Whatever! “ she huffed, turning to you with her grin too wide and eyes alight. 

Judging from his indifference of the impact, you take it they know each other. Or worse. You feel your heart drop to the floor, and sweaty palms now grow cold. She wasted no time bouncing up to the counter, order prepped and ready on her tongue. She was cute, in an off putting way, you couldn’t lie. But the way your heart fluttered and broke in the span of a second gave you whiplash. 

“I would like one cookie butter latte with cinnamon and whipped cream!” she looked to Dabi, “do you want anything?” 

“No.”

She turns back to you, “Make that two please!”

If it hadn’t been for the mini argument they had over how to pay (“I’m going to use the company card Tomura gave us! That's what its for.”) you would have wondered just how this duo came to know each other. Coworkers. Of course. You quickly rang up their order and pretended to busy yourself with wiping the counters in hopes of getting a little more information about the man of your dreams. 

Okay, maybe that's a little delusional, but what is delusion if not optimism. 

With your amateur spy skills you have deduced that they are not dating. The girl is actually begging to be introduced to his little brother, so that his little brother could introduce her to his best friend. Wild and bold of her, but you couldn’t judge. And since they are not dating you conclude that it is perfectly fine to marry this man in your head. 

And just like that, their orders are up. You hand them their drinks, looking a little too long at Dabi while they begin to make their way to the door. But not before the girl, Himiko, sends you a knowing look with a smirk that makes your blood run cold. She was observant. 

Your blood only ran colder when she leaned towards Dabi, whispering words to him that made him turn back to you for half a second, eyes locking with yours, before leaving. The bell on the door rang in your ears as your heart dropped to your feet.

You really hated this job.

—------ 

That night was your only solace for peace. You found yourself looking for any and every reason to stay busy, mortification still flowing through your veins. It shouldn’t be such a big deal, it’s not like Dabi could read minds. You would probably never see him again after today so that’s also a plus. 

None of your reasonings calmed you down as you paced, spending most of your time overthinking an irrelevant situation. 

Eventually, you began buzzing around your small apartment, cleaning things that were already spotless and dusting invisible dust bunnies away. At one point you even took it upon yourself to start and finish the project you had been dreading. Anything to take your mind off of today. 

How you let such a small situation take over your mind is beyond you.

But then it clicked. 

You would never see him again (probably), and he’s not a mind reader (hopefully), so you are free to do whatever you want in your own head. This resolution is the only one that quells you. It's freeing. So freeing in fact, that you decide to relax. Fully relax and enjoy the quiet of your apartment.

It was cramped and a little outdated, but it was yours. 

Your bed welcomed you as you crashed into it, worries and problems melting away between the soft sheets.

The night was still, stars glimmering through your window and you couldn't help but let your mind wander to the boy from before. Dabi. What an odd name. He was kind of an odd guy, tattoos all over and piercings shining. Inviting. You slid your hand under your shirt, imagining it belonged to the mystery boy instead. 

How would it feel, if it were him caressing your breasts and tweaking your nipples. What kind of touches would he prefer? You slip your other hand into your panties as you imagine it were dabi’s bigger, rough hands teasing your clit. A gasp escapes you as the sensation warms your body.

You thought of his facial piercings and wondered if there was shining silver on his tongue or if that had been a figment of your imagination. Slick coated your finger and you rubbed lazy circles onto your sensitive nub. 

There was so much about him you wanted to know. Was dabi even his real name? What kind of company did he work for? Certainly nowhere uptight given his bright tattoos and piercings. You wonder what noises he would make as you slip a finger into your entrance. His fingers would probably fill you up, the idea of it making you moan. 

“Fuck this,” you breathe, tired of teasing yourself. You reach over to your nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out the black bullet vibrator. It was your favorite, one that always got the job done. Wasting no time, you clicked the power button, keeping it on the lowest setting first. Not wanting to cum too quickly.

Your thoughts drifted back to dabi, the sound of his voice playing in your head. It was rough, and indifferent, cold and carefree with a monotone ring. The vibrator buzzed in the silence of the room as you placed it on your clit, the new sensation making your breath hitch. It wouldn’t take much more to push you over.

The vibrator hummed louder as you turned it up a notch, slick coating it. 

You thought of his dark clothes, the way his shirt hugged his chest in all the right ways, the chain-link bracelet on his wrist complemented the rings that donned his fingers. He was stylish and the look suited him well. Your end was nearing and your toes curled as you bit your lip to hold back another moan. 

Being home alone in your own apartment did mean you were shameless. 

Pressing it against yourself harder makes you toss your head to the side, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. It was unbearable how close you were. The vibrations spread throughout your body, setting your nerves on fire. You turn it up one more notch as you writhe in bed. 

Your body felt like you were on a rollercoaster, in the moment right before it drops from its massive height. Anticipation sends your adrenaline spiking as you wait for the inevitable fall. 

The drop was near and in that moment, the flash of dabi’s blue eyes meeting yours, knowing and sharp, sent you crashing over. The roller coaster cart racing down and heart soaring with the wind of the ride blowing past your ears. You can't hold back the cry as your body trembles as you come undone. Thighs quivering with the force of your orgasm. It was euphoric, one of your best in a while and the aftershocks running through you had been proof of that.  

You sigh, reeling from the feeling and put your vibrator away. 

You’ve gotten it out of your system and now your life can go back to being boring and mundane forever. As long as you never have to face him again. The odds of a guy like him coming back to your silly little cafe while you were there were slim to none. The thought brought a lazy smile to your face. 

You were stressed over nothing.

—-----

Someone above was playing tricks on you. Lowdown, dirty tricks and if you didn’t know any better you would think you had been cursed.

Dabi is there, in front of you, bright and early with a younger boy in tow. The latter looking over the menu as you force that fake fucking smile on your face and wait patiently for them to order.

He was staring right at you. You’re pretty sure he’s staring right through you. Eyes never breaking contact with yours, knowing and smug. At least, you thought it had been smug. That could very well be your mind playing tricks on you after your awful, sinful deed from last night eats away at you. Dabi doesn't know. He can't know. He’s no mind reader. Not omnipotent. Just a man. With tattoos. And muscles and god, you have to get yourself together.

“Hm, does your butterscotch silk latte have real butter in it?” The younger boy pipes up, completely oblivious to the question finally breaking the staring contest between you and Dabi. 

You almost laugh. Of course it doesn’t. They’re all syrups. Sugary sweet and addictive. But you answer him anyway, not wanting to come off rude and risk another ‘coaching’ from your manager.

“No, but it has the flavor of butterscotch candy,” you beam, trying too hard not to look weird. You pray no one notices.

“Alright, I'll take that one.”

You nod, looking back at Dabi. “And for you, sir?”

He takes his time thinking, bringing a finger to his chin to mockingly emphasize just how hard it is to come up with an order from a cafe menu. You want the ground to open and swallow you whole. 

He looks back at you, a smile gracing his features and you feel your heart skip a beat. “I dunno. What do you recommend?”

You stammer, unsure of what coffee would suit him best. This was a test of some kind and you were sure to fail. “Well, do you prefer a sweeter coffee or something with a bit more bite?” You ask in desperate hopes to get something out of him. Some kind of clue to help you. 

Dabi only shrugs, heavy lidded eyes giving the illusion of boredom, but the smirk on his face showed otherwise. You knew better. He was definitely toying with you. “Dunno. How about you just make me your favorite drink and we go from there?” 

“Um, yeah, okay. I’ll just ring it up for you and they’ll have it out in–” 

“Oh, I want you to make it.” he cuts you off. 

You don't make drinks. You run the counter. You are a cashier and not a drink maker but when someone as good looking as Dabi asks you to… well, it's worth a shot. You know exactly what goes in the drink. You've had it made dozens of times. 

So you nod, ring them up and get to it. Your fumbling movements only show your amateur status as a drink maker but you push through it. Combining syrups and coffee and trying your best to still eavesdrop on the guys waiting for their drinks at the counter. 

“Thank you for inviting me here, Touya.” You hear the younger boy say. Touya. You thought his name was Dabi. You’re not sure, but you assume this is the little brother his coworker may have mentioned. They look similar. 

“Yeah, just don’t mention it to Natsuo, he’ll have a fit if he found out.” Dabi (Touya?) responds, checking his watch.

You were almost finished with the drink, the last missing piece being the whipped cream topping, but the can was giving you a hard time.

It was unwilling to open and you were not willing to give up. After a small splatter and a concerned look from a coworker, you get the pump to work. Effectively spraying the whipped topping on the drink and taking it over to dabi. The younger boy already had his drink made and it was only you keeping them waiting. 

“Iced mocha latte with whip cream. Hope you like it.” you say, extending the drink to the man before you, praying he doesn't notice the slight waver of your hand. Dabi stares at you for a moment and you’re pretty sure you blew it. He won't even think the drink is worth trying. 

He leans forward, close enough that you smell the faint cologne he’s wearing, and reaches a hand forward. His thumb brushed your cheek, revealing a drop of whipped cream. Your face heats up, and heats further as you watch his tongue dart out, a glimmer of silver taunting you as he licks his thumb. The eye contact is electrifying as he pulls back, taking his drink. “Thanks. I'm eager to try it.” 

You’re stuck watching his back as he walks away, brother in tow as the familiar chime of the bell announces their departure. 

That night, in the cool quiet of your room you pull out your faithful vibrator and cum so hard you see stars, fresh and woodsy scent of Touya’s cologne still lingering in your nose.

—-----

He keeps stopping by. 

Every time it’s with a different person and it's almost like he's taunting you. Playing a game or teasing you. But he’s never alone. 

Every time he asks for the same thing – iced mocha latte, your style– and every time you rush to make it for him.  

Until one friday. 

He came in just as your store was closing. The perks of working in a coffee shop is that they close at a reasonable time. This time it was four in the afternoon, sun shining and the day was still looking promising. You greet him as usual and prepare yourself for his order. Today is no different from the others.

Except this time he doesn't leave right away. 

The shop is closing and he's still standing there, staring at you as he sips his coffee. You weren't sure what he was playing at, but you continued your work. Finishing up and pulling out your keys to lock up the shop. You would have to walk past him, inform him that the store was closed and he would need to leave as you did, since it was your unlucky day to close. 

You gather your nerves and walk towards the door, turquoise eyes following your every move. Steeling yourself, you inhale ready to politely kick him out and run to your home. 

“What are you doing after this?” He starts, cutting you off before words could leave your lips. His gaze is unfazed as you’re taken by surprise. 

The keys jingle in your hand as you furrow your brows in confusion. “What?”

He shakes the cup of coffee, ice crashing together and liquid sloshing around. “I said, what are you doing after this? As in, plans.” 

“Oh, I have to go home and study,” you answer lamely. It was the truth. The whole reason you had this job was for the hours and free time it gave you to study.

He only smiled, eyes alight with mischief. “How studious of you.”

You walk towards the door and surprisingly Dabi opens it for you, following closely behind. “Well, yeah,” you reply, finally locking the doors with a huff. “It’s almost like I'm a student or something.” 

There was a scoff at this. “Snappy.” 

You look away, dried leaf on the sidewalk being the most interesting thing you have at the moment. Not the man standing before you, sipping the coffee you made and analyzing your every move. 

You move to walk past him, he steps in front of you. You try the other way, only to be met with him in front of you, again, sipping his nearly empty coffee drink. You can’t believe the metaphorical man of your dreams was this childish.

He calls your name, catching your attention. 

Shock stains your features as your eyes meet his, “how do you know my–?”

“Name tag.” He points out, sharp and clear. Heat rises to your cheeks. Right. Name tag. You were sure that now would be the perfect time to be swallowed up by the ground. 

He speaks again, interrupting your train of thought. “Let's hang out.”

“Why?” You ask before you think.

He shrugs, “‘cause I'm bored and you shouldn’t waste a Friday afternoon buried in a book.”

Are you dreaming? You have to be. There was no way he was asking you this. Dream or not, you weren't going to let the opportunity pass you by. “What did you want to do?” You humor him. 

He grins. “We can figure it out.”

“Fine.”

—---

Your tiny apartment never felt more cramped as you watched Dabi make himself at home. 

“Did you want anything to drink?” You ask, forcing yourself to ignore the blatant invasion of privacy as he scanned over the notes scattered across your coffee table. 

“Sure.”

You drag yourself to the couch, two glasses in tow and hand one to the man before you. This felt like a prank. Surreal. The guy who’s plagued your mind for weeks is here, in your home, fresh cologne and fluffy hair distracting and endearing. 

It was strange, but you learned a lot about Dabi on the way to your apartment. He prefers the name Dabi and not Touya. Only his family calls him that. He works for a computer company and he hates superhero movies. 

Your dream man had a lot of odd... quirks, but they were charming.

“Do you know that you have a staring problem?” 

The question shakes you from your thoughts, condensation from the glass wetting your fingers as you realize you hadn't even taken a sip. Way too focused on the man before you. Watching him as he watched you back, eyes light and teasing. 

The heat rising to your face gave away your embarrassment as you turned away from him and focused on drinking your water. It was refreshing and distracting as Dabi relaxed into the couch more, turning towards you and letting his arm rest on the couch space above your head, almost caging you in, the space between you quickly becoming nonexistent. 

You stood to your feet, abrupt and hoping to diffuse the air between you both. Your head started to feel fuzzy and you needed a little space. You reached down to grab Dabi’s empty glass from the coffee table, hoping to put it away and put more distance between you when you noticed his expression shift to one of surprise.

“Oh? What’s this?” 

He’s up before you could register the curiosity in his voice. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to your nightstand and you felt your stomach turn. 

Your breath hitched as you immediately recognized the small object in his hand. It was your bullet vibrator. The one you forgot to put away last night and now the man of your dreams had it, holding it up for all to see.

The mortification is suffocating as you drop the cups back on the table and rush towards dabi, desperate to get the device from him. 

You fall short as he holds it above your reach, the grin that filled your dreams now becoming one of your nightmares.

“Dabi! Put it down!” You yell, standing on your toes and pressing against him, ignoring your close proximity as you reach for your vibrator. 

This only seemed to amuse the man more, “What? So you can use it?” 

Your words caught in your throat as you continued to push and reach, taking another step forward as he took one backwards. 

Dabi must have underestimated the closeness of your bed because in a second he goes down, now sitting on the bed and you take the opportunity to climb into his lap. Almost snatching the device, but he was faster. Instead, his free hand pushes you further in the direction you were reaching, effectively knocking you down onto the bed and onto your side. 

He wasted no time, crowding you and caging you beneath him, the vibrator tauntingly being waved in your face. 

“What’s all the fuss about? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.” You could do nothing but helplessly stare up at him and pray he didn’t notice you press your thighs together, arousal soaking your panties.

The man of your dreams was here, in your home, in your bed, above you and teasing relentlessly. 

“You want me to give it back?” He asked, you could only nod your head, scared to make a noise in the fear of anything coming out in the form of a moan. “Okay, beg for it.”

You felt goosebumps dance across your skin as your face burned. “Please.”

Dabi only raised a bow. Not enough. 

You swallowed, your pride and shame flowing out of your head and down your body. “P-please give it back.” His smile makes your heart race.

“Give what back?” God he was driving you mad like this.

“Please Dabi. Please give me my v-vibrator back.” 

Dabi sits up with a satisfied huff and you think you’re finally free of this nightmare. 

Your thoughts are shut down as you hear the familiar buzz of your vibrator stirring to life. You shoot him an incredulous look as he just gives you that grin. Pushing your thighs apart and pressing the humming device to your clothed cunt. You can't stop the gasp that escapes your lips.

“What? I’m just giving it back to you like you asked.”

Your brain is in system overload. The sensation of the device was dulled by the fabric of your jeans but that didn’t stop the pleasure from reaching you. 

Dabi leaned in, tongue piercing flashing as he wet his lips. Your eyes followed the motion. That damn tongue piercing has been haunting you for weeks. 

Your line of focus is not lost on dabi, his eyes alight with mischief, 

“See something you like?” He teases before diving down, tongue running a wet streak from your collarbone up to your jaw, the ball of metal sending shivers down your spine. “You’re such a cute little whore, I’ll show you what else it can do.” 

You weren't sure if you should feel insulted by the name or elated by the promise, you didn’t have time to figure it out either as you were lifted and your clothes were stripped, cool air of the room meeting your heated body.

Dabi had you on your back again and wasted no time pressing his lips to yours, teasing tongue darting out and you were eager to taste the sleek metal. You could only mewl into his mouth as the once tossed aside vibrator found your bare clit. The intense and familiar feeling is only amplified by the object of your affections holding you down.

You were so wet the vibrator had no issues gliding back and forth across your clit, slick soaking it and Dabi’s fingers. The man in question pulled back, bringing his free hand to your tits, kneading and massaging them as his mouth met your budding nipple. 

The cool glide of his piercing was invigorating, causing heat to pool in your belly. Your hands shot to his soft hair, gripping tighter than you intended. You were so close to cumming and it’s almost embarrassing how fast you were going to meet your end. 

Dabi paid no mind, groaning at the grip you had in his hair and giving your nipple a particularly hard suck. 

The combination of sensations leave you breathless as the orgasm crashes over you, pulling a cry from the back of your throat. 

“Ah,” you hear him breathe, your thighs twitching from the sensation of it all. “I missed it. I wanted to see the look on your face when you came.” 

You could only whimper as he pulled away, vibrator still humming. “Guess I'll have to do it again.” 

Your eyes widened at his words and you opened your mouth, desperate to get a word out, before he clicks the device again. The whirring is louder as the settings are ramped up and pressed to your already overstimulated clit. 

You couldn’t bite back the cry as he pressed harder onto your bud, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure jolting through your body. 

“D-dabi, please,” you cried, “I’m gonna–”

He only laughed as you reached a weak hand down, in hopes of slowing the inevitable. It's effortless, the way he takes your wrist and pins it down with his free hand. Instead choosing to focus on getting another orgasm out of you. 

It doesn't take much more than that, eyes rolling back as the second wave of euphoria wracks your body.

“Aw, look at the mess you made.” His voice drags you out of your thoughts, the hum of the vibrator finally ceases as it's shut down. Dabi leans down and places an open mouthed kiss directly onto your clit, smooth piercing slipping across the bundle of nerves and causing you to gasp. 

You felt weak, thighs twitching as you came back down from your high. You’re not sure how much more your body can take, but Dabi seems to be in the business of finding out. Pressing a finger against your entrance and pumping it. The feeling makes your breath catch, hands gripping the sheets. 

You can only watch as his other hand strokes his cock in anticipation, giddy feeling budding in your lower abdomen as you take notice of the shining silver piercing there. 

Of course his dick is pierced too. Just your luck. 

Dabi is as observant as ever and follows your gaze, pressing a second finger into you, the stretch pulling a moan from your lips. He curls them and you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. 

After a moment of this, he’s had enough, sliding his fingers out with a wet pop and leaning over you. A pathetic moan escapes you as you feel his erection rub against your cunt, wet and waiting. He stalls, looking down at you with that grin that drives you mad. 

“Ready?” He asks and you don't have a chance to respond before he’s pushing forward, tight muscles stretching around his cock and sucking him in further. Your toes curl in pleasure, feeling overwhelming as you gasp. 

He presses on, stretching you further and finally bottoming out within you, head brushing your cervix. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust, pulling back far enough to make you want more, but not enough to pull out completely, before slamming forward and starting a ruthless pace. 

Your hands grip his back, trying to find any kind of purchase to ground yourself. Dabi is having a blast, dropping his head onto your shoulder as he enjoyed the warmth of your walls pulling him in. The rhythmic drag of his piercing massaging the spot inside that makes you see stars.

It was too much. You felt yourself on the verge of coming undone for the third time and desperately clung to the feeling.

“You got another one for me, slut?” He mocked, tone only pushing you further as he grabbed your hair, roots burning while he whispered into your ear, “Do it, show me how desperate you are.” 

And you do. You feel your legs shake as electric energy washes over your body, back arching as you pull Dabi closer. There’s a groan from him as your walls tighten and it only takes the erratic flow of his thrust to signal he was getting close too. 

It's only a few moments later that he’s coming undone inside you, bottomed out as his balls press against your pussy. The warm feeling of being filled spreads across your body as your cheeks heat with the realization of what just happened. 

Dabi takes a minute to catch his breath, softening inside you before slowly pulling out and it's impossible to ignore the emptiness left behind. 

You’re not sure what to say as he takes his place beside you on the bed, eyes closed and face satiated. 

“You know,” he starts, catching your attention, “your favorite coffee sucks.”

You scoff in disbelief, the randomness catching you off guard. “Could have fooled me, that's the only thing you order.”

“Yeah,” he turns his head, blue eyes meeting yours, “but I liked to watch you make it, so that makes up for it.” 

You roll your eyes, masking the way your heart flutters, “yeah, well, I guess I’ll have to make you something else.”

He smiles, lids falling shut, “yeah, I guess you will.”

[codenamesazanka]

The cope:

Next chapter switches back to Geten and Mr. Compress. It's time for Compress to share his story, so of course he talks about his great-great-grandfather, the vigilante thief, Harima.

He explains that Harima came from that very first generation of children born with quirks, when everyone was doing whatever they can to survive, so it was the perfect environment for Harima to hone his skills and his quirk, though he still only ever stole out of necessity. When they put the Hero System into place, when things were calming down, Harima was happy to settle down. Find a normal job, get married, have a family.

But after a few years, it was clear that the Hero System didn't actually stop all the chaos. It just took a different form. Some of the heroes began to unofficially carve out territories, and essentially made people pay them for protection. People who couldn't pay didn't get helped, so poor neighborhoods were simply abandoned. When they turned to crime to survive, they get branded as criminals. That was when Harima started to steal again, this time from corrupted Heroes to give to those poor neighborhoods. He didn't hate the idea of heroes, but he thought reform was necessary, and so he dedicated the rest of his life to that.

Since then, things have changed, but not too much. Money's still a factor to Hero work, but now also has fame added to the equation. Villains are still often people trying to survive in a world that's hard for them to live in. It's clear Harima's dream of reformation was still needed. So his legacy lives on in his descendants, who all try to expose injustice in their own way.

Compress says that he's actually the odd one out in his family, the only one who went and became a straight-up Villain. It felt fitting that one of them should go back to their villainous root, but in general, the family is dispersed into all walks of life. But at the very beginning, he started out as a magician. He failed to make a career out of it; still, learning magic taught him lots of important things.

See, magic is all about misdirection. For instance, drawing attention to one thing so they fail to notice another. The best time to do so is when everyone has their guard down, because of some spectacle... celebrating too hard to pay attention to little things, like a coworker who has walked away, or a missing key...

AND WE GET PANELS. Of a paramedic moving Dabi into an ambulance, but driving away alone. One of the reporters in the helicopter carrying Toga toward a different direction than the rest of the crew rushing Ochako into the hospital. A lone nurse appearing in the hospital basement, approaching Spinner.

And finally, the door to Compress's cell unlocks, opening to reveal a single police officer. Compress sighs, saying that if she (the police officer) is here, then the Heroes have won. Guess they have to keep chasing after the dream... So he ask if his cousin can also unlock the other cells. One of them holds a doctor, who probably will be very needed...

[freya-fallen]

Okay, but obsessive Compress... something about this man screams obsessive lover to me.

Imagine him, this perfect gentleman who always brings flowers on your dates. After all, he's a magician. Presenting you with lovely blooms is the least of his tricks.

He's one of the few LOV members who maintains anonymity for a long period of time. He is always masked, so when you meet him, of course you have no idea what he does (other than being a magician, which he's happy to share).

He'll keep you a secret from the other villains lest they develop an interest, too. He can't have Toga bleeding you or Dabi burning you. And he doesn't want to scare you away until he has you one hundred percent hooked.

There's marriage, though that's tricky, considering you'll want to meet his family. And then there's, well, pregnancy. That's a tie not even divorce can separate.

He's just the sort of magician who can figure out a way to circumvent birth control. And then he'll want to convince you to stay home and take it easy during the pregnancy. Slowly, surely, he will encourage your dependence on him. He will take care of everything, don't you worry.

And by the time you find out who he is, it's too late.

[dusty-handyman]

hey, I’m Moeru, just wondering what it would take to get in to the League, ‘cause I would honestly be interested in joining if you’ll except me.

-🧊❄️

((these emoji’s aren’t already taken, right???))

No, the emojis are not taken.

And a) you’d have to tell me what you can do and bring to the table and b) I’d have to talk to the others

@marbled-magician @spinner-the-gecko @duality-in-spandex @little-sis-toga @dabis-blueflame @mistdad

[jackdaniel69nice]

For Tokoyami/Dark shadow relationships ask! How about Mr. Compress? There’s an interaction between them in one of the games that shows that Tokoyami holds a grudge against him for almost kidnapping him, so I think it would be interesting.

Interesting! For the league of villains interactions I like to imagine an AU where he did happen to be kidnapped by the league and they try to indoctrinate him instead. He will be in a well lit room/cell and each of the members will try to persuade him to join. He isn’t in heavy chains like bakugo because he hasn’t been resisting.

Oh he definitely has a lot of bitterness once he finds out he’s in this situation because of this man. Compress says he sees so much potential in him but potential for what? Hurting people, destruction? Clearly this man doesn’t actually know his morals and values and only sees him as a weapon or pawn. Yes he is very bitter indeed.

Compress sees he miss understood this kid, he isn’t actually violent and rage filled like he saw in the forest. Yes he has great power but a reluctance to use it, the question is why? That is what he needs to find out, of course it’s not out of the goodness of his heart to help this kid, certainly not. It’s simply what he needs to convince him to join.

When it came to answering the other members of the leagues questions tokoyami didn’t hold back. They basically gave him a spiel about how they’re the same and can offer him freedom. Spinner talked about being a heteromorph, shigaraki and his “dangerous quirk”, toga and their mutual yearning to be themselves and use their quirks when they want. Twice and dabi’s discussions went a little sour but that’s not important right now. The point is tokoyami picked apart their logic with the precision of a surgeon. There are all things he has already thought about and refuted long ago when he chose the path of a hero. If anything he has made the entire league doubt their own motives in the way only a goth teenager can. This is most high stakes form of debate club he has ever been a part of but he feels like he is winning.

So when compress asks him why he holds back…he tells him. It was inevitable he would mess up eventually, he let his guard down and foolishly gave the league information about himself. About his fear of hurting people. And compress just…leaves after that. He goes to confide in the league about what he found out and one thing is abundantly clear.

Everyone in the league was telling him how to feel and act. Mr. Compress was the only one to ask him how he actually felt.

They come up with a new plan of sorts, use compress to extract information from tokoyami as a sort of therapist and way for him to vent, and compress won’t suggest any ideas of joining the league to tokoyami and inevitably breaking that “trust”. It’s like good cop bad cop but he’s the only good one and all the rest of them are layering it on thick. It’s a sneaky backhanded form of deception that suits Mr. Compress well I think.

He tries to get to know tokoyami more but toko seems to have realized his mistake and has closed himself off. Tokoyami isn’t directly aware that this is the tactic they are using but he noticed all the other members started talking about his “past quirk incidents” and knew he had told them. He isn’t going to make the same mistake twice and surely not going to “trust” Mr. Compress. They end up playing a lot of card games. Eventually they even talk about sleight of hand.

Both of them immediately mess up their plans. Tokoyami shows him some of his magic tricks. Compress demands to know where tokoyami learned such a thing and if he is a thief like him. Toko doesn’t want him to think he’s a thief so he says his uncle is a magician which is true. Compress then goes on a tangent about his tragic back story. He becomes so passionate he tries to convince toko to join the league, he didn’t realize they had so much in common!! Tokoyami says he has sympathy for those who had to steal to survive and knows the divide between the rich and poor is growing…but joining the league won’t help with that. Tokoyami reiterates that he can advocate for social reform by becoming a hero and bring change from the inside. Compress says he can become a thief and return the riches to their rightful owners. Toko says that is such a small term solution for a bigger problem and He also doesn’t want to become a thief, he has no passion for it. Mr. Compress feels a bit foolish for being told off by a kid but returns to the league with the miss match of good and bad news.

The kid knows sleight of hand and has an uncle who is a magician buuuut the plan to gain his trust seemed to have failed. Little does he know toko feels a bit better knowing compress isn’t a killer with a wild cause. He’s like Robin Hood, a harmless antihero. Tokoyami thinks he’s actually the most tolerable member of the league because of that (besides kurogiri who is a peacemaker of sorts). He’s still mad about being kidnapped though.

Dark shadow has been staying inside tokos body so they can’t talk to compress completely but…shadow is a complete kleptomaniac. If they want something they will take it without care. It’s not their fault they don’t get to have their own bank account and fumikage has to spend all their money on “necessities”. If they had the money they are sure they would use it instead of stealing…probably. But they REALLY don’t like compress. Very big grudge holder here. It kinda makes them rethink that stealing might be bad actually??? Maybe but Dark Shadow thinks they would be a very good theif. Too bad they hate being here and hate compress and dabi and being stuck in a cage restrained against their will. Yeah being a hero is way more fun getting to protect people. Mr. Compress and the whole league can shove it! Right Fumi!…right?

(I feel a bit odd about using an au for this response but there was just SO MUCH potential for tokoyami interacting with the league that just…never happened. I NEED to see what could have been between them and the kidnapping is the most logical place those interactions could have taken place. So yeah I will continue to answer league of villains interactions in this au)

[deusvervewrites]

Just realized that the post-Kamino League of Villains is filled with people that counter Eraserhead just by being themselves:

Himiko: An ACTUAL Quirkless fighter that uses two knives, is more while, and could get the drop on him.

Twice: He may well think Eraserhead just proved he's not a clone thanks to not knowing well how Erasure work. He's going to fight anyway, and if he wins he'll be stronger.

Magne: Large and muscular woman armed with a large club thing. It's going to be almost as bad as Eraserhead fighting a pissed All Might after the injury (before, All Might would have just broken his neck with a punch. After, Eraserhead can survive a few hits).

Mr. Compress: He's a magician, he's better at misdirection than Eraserhead.

Gigantomachia: He's going to panic because his Quirks disappeared... And attack like a wounded beast. And his small form is about the same size as All Might. RIP Eraserhead

Mustard (I know, he was captured before Kamino, but he's still a counter to Eraserhead): This asshole stole a gun from the police (it's a New Nambu M60, used only by the Japanese police) and learned how to shoot.

Toga did get the drop on him once, Compress snuck through the forest to kidnap Bakugou from right underneath the students' noses and pulled it off undetected. I would argue that he could probably beat Twice one-on-one (and he broke the Clone!Dabi's limb so he can clearly destroy individual clones without issue) but I'm not actually sure his Quirk would destroy the clones or if it would just stop them from making more. Of course, if there are two clones, then all they have to do is pincer him until he takes his eyes off one long enough to make more.

[mooniemp3]

I just want to talk about the curious connection between Dabi and Mr. Compress.

When MVA starts, we have 6 members of the LoV, these 6 are the most recognized members. While everyone in the LoV are connected because they share a lot of between themselves, each member have their partner. This duos are thematically connected, their characters share more specific things and usually, their best relationship in the LoV are with this partner. These duos are formed around the main 3 villains: Toga and Jin/Twice (the most notorious duo), Tomura/Tenko and Shuichi/Spinner, and Dabi/Touya and Mr. Compress/Atsuhiro.

A lot was and is talked about the first two duos, so let's focus on the third one.

I think it's not a surprise that despite the fact that Touya didn't want to get along a lot with the LoV, he did. And the one who weirdly had and has a better relationship (the best Touya can do) is Atsuhiro. The two mysterious ones.

What they have in common?

Theater/Dance theme, performance as the core of how they show themselves: While Atsuhiro is more "dramatical" and elegant, we know Touya, when it comes to showing before his family, he does his act, certain poses, phrases, etc, it's more like gothic literature btw (he is like Frankenstein's monster) Both share this theater theme/aesthetic, it's obvious, it's the first trait that its presented about Atsuhiro. While in Touya's case, is something we see later.

The family heritage and believing they are an extension of certain relative, the core of their stories: Core piece of their stories is about the accomplishment of his family heritage, the importance of their family ties.

Touya puts emphasis on being Endeavor's son, explaining that he does what he does because of being his son. He is Endeavor's projection, his continuation, his extension.

Atsuhiro puts emphasis on being Oji Harima's descendant, explaing he does what he does because he has to do what Oji Harima did. He has his blood, he sees himself as his continuation, his extension.

Atsuhiro himself highlights that Touya and him share this thing about being part of certain lineage.

Both let their lifes be about this relative, making it the core of their decisions and actions.

Of course it's extremely different what they lived but the point here is the essential part of the influence of family heritage in their lives.

New identity: Easy, Touya died, Dabi was born.

Atsuhiro before was a magician, an entertainer. But now he is Mr. Compress.

They new identity are their choice, it isn't a reference to someone else, and it's not only a new name and look, it's a whole new life purpose, their new self.

Both hid their true appearances, and revealing themselves is a big show.

Dabi's Dance and Final Performance: Touya's revelation and Atsuhiro's escape "act" are events that happened next to each other. In fact, one is ch. 290 and the other ch. 294. Atsuhiro's revelation follows Touya's. He starts the show with his dance, and Atsuhiro finish it with the League's escape. It all start with Touya first move of presenting himself as Touya Todoroki and ends with Atsuhiro's reverence. And they use the same stage for their show.

Both chapters have this curious theme about staging and their performances. For Touya its the beginning of his show, while for Atushiro, its the final. It's literally in the titles, the show theme is so important.

In these chapters, both reveal their real appearance and present their family ties and how important they are for who they are now.

Another detail is that the last one that Atsuhiro compressed is Touya, giving him something like a high five, looking like some takeover for Touya. Now he is the principal performer, the principal entertainer, it's his show, the beginning of it.

Self destruction as their show: Atsuhiro mutilated himself making the great escape for his friends. He didn't stop until Mirio punched him, but even being hurt, the show didn't stop. Touya is burning himself even more for his show. In Dabi's Dance he burned more parts of his skin, and during this final arc, he looks like a corpse, and it's crucial to his "show", his last show. Also, both do this using their quirks.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Idk why my brain went to like a shigdabi circus au?

Shigaraki is the ringmaster, Dabi is a fire eater/sword swallower (😏), Toga and Twice are a clown duo, Magne is a strong woman, Compress is a magician, and Spinner is a stagehand (you know that poor boy would have a meltdown if he had to be the center of attention for an act of his own)

The circus is a remnant of 'freakshow' culture and the cops (heroes) are constantly coming by harassing them and trying to get them to leave because they make their city look bad, but Shigaraki won't go because they've already been shunned by the rest of the world and left with nearly nothing. If this lot of land is all he has left in the world, then by fucking god is he gonna make something of it, especially if that something can make the people who hurt him uncomfortable.

Dabi is a pyromaniac who got burned when he was a kid and was out on the streets as soon as he was out of the hospital for embarrassing his cop father.

Shigaraki and Dabi are trying so hard not to fuck. Like, everyone is a little bit of a freak at the circus and there are a lot of different hookups happening all the time (PLF numbers as far as people go), but Dabi does not want to be one of the performers that people say got his spot because he slept with the ringmaster.

Lol, obligatory Rewrite The Stars scene because like, obviously

[slayfics]

Girl talk about villains.

Warnings: nsfw themes

650 words

Featured OCS:

💚 Kansatoki Hikari

💚 Yume Hoshino

💚 Asumi Tachibana

"Ugh," Asumi sighed lying down on the floor dramatically. "I'm so tired of studying," she complained.

"We could take a break," Kansatoki suggested.

Yume nodded in agreement, her own eyes beginning to feel heavy from the long study session.

"Hey, I have an unhinged question for you both," Asumi said sitting upright.

Kansatoki eyed her suspiciously, while Yume sweetly replied, "What is it?"

"If you had to fuck a villain, who would you choose?" Asumi asked.

"Overhaul," Kansatoki answered before Asumi finished her question.

"Oh, that was too fast, you've definitely thought about that before," Asumi said laughing.

"Kansa!" Yume exclaimed. "I thought you were over your Stockholm syndrome!" Yume whined.

"I didn't have Stockholm syndrome!"' Kansatoki snapped. "I just think he'd have the cleanest dick out of all the villains."

"KANSA!" Yume exclaimed, hiding her face, flustered by her friend's vulgarness.

"I bet he's got a girthy one too," Asumi added.

"Oh, he does," Kansatoki agreed.

"Hu?" both girls looked at her. "What did you just say?" Asumi clarified.

Kansatoki's eyes widened, "I just mean- I saw him up close and he radiated big dick energy. Anyway, what's your answer Asumi?" Kansatoki asked forcing the attention off herself.

Asumi thought for a moment before answering, "I have to say Compress."

"Hmm," Kansatoki hummed. "He wasn't bad looking when that ugly mask came off."

"I just want to show him a few tricks myself," Asumi said, with a snicker. "Gonna make that dick disappear."

The two girls erupted with laughter while Yume tilted her head to the side trying to understand the joke.

"All right Yume, your turn," Kansatoki said, her laughter subsiding as she turned her attention to her friend.

"Hu?!" Yume looked between the girls with a panicked expression on her face.

"What villain are you fucking?" Asumi asked.

"Are you insane!" Yume exclaimed, "I'm not-," she looked around as if someone else might hear before whispering, "making love with a villain."

"Of course not, this is just hypothetical, just pick one." Kansatoki urged.

"Fine! Hmmm," Yume thought for a moment, "If Red Riot became a villain, I'd pick him."

Asumi and Kansatoki looked at each other with a pointed glance, before turning back to Yume. "That's cheating you can't choose your boyfriend," Asumi said.

"It's not cheating! It's hypothetical right!? So hypothetically if Eijiro became villain I'd choose him," Yume said matter-of-factly placing her arms on her hips.

"That's it, hold her down Asumi," Kansatoki instructed.

"What?!" Yume yelled as Asumi followed Kansatoki's directions and held Yum's hands behind her back.

Kansatoki slinked over to Yume's stuffed animal collection before grabbing her beloved shark plushie. "Answer now or sharky gets it!" Kansatoki examined squeezing the stuffed animal.

"Put it down! Eijiro gave me that!" Yume squirmed in Asumi's grasp.

"Come on Yume, just say a name and we'll leave you alone," Asumi encouraged.

"Yeah, you can even agree with one of us! Are you thinking Overhaul or the lame magician?" Kansatoki asked.

"Hey! At least Compress isn't a germ freak like that beak brain!" Asumi reported.

"What is it with you both and villains with missing arms!" Yume yelled, still struggling to get out of Asumi's grasp.

"Wrong answer!" Kansatoki said, pulling on the shark's tail.

"DABI!" Yume yelled, causing Kansatoki to stop in her tracks.

"What?! EW!" Kansatoki said, repulsed, and dropped the stuffed animal.

"What do you mean ew!?" Yume questioned.

"Have you seen him?! He's only got half his skin! How do you know he hadn't burnt his dick off!?" Kansatoki questioned.

"I bet he's a freak in bed though," Asumi said letting go of Yume's arms.

"Oh, so you're into freaks?" Kansatoki asked Yume.

"KANSA!" Yume whined, bringing her knees to her chest and hiding her face, embarrassed with herself.

"I'm just teasing ya, I like that answer." Kansatoki laughed.

"Yeah, who knew you had it in you," Asumi agreed.

[mha-quotes-and-such]

Hey! Can you rate the villains on how good at shoplifting you think they are? Any villains you want, not necessarily just the League!

Love your blog. ❤️

Sure thing! In no particular order here's a few:

Twice is pretty bad at it normally. He's very liable to just flat out state (at full volume) his intent to shoplift and has to book it out of the store as fast as possible when he does. However when he succeeds, he SUCCEEDS. He's either walking out of there with nothing or with hundreds of thousands of yen worth of stuff

Dabi is really good at shoplifting small things, and does so extremely frequently. Usually its things like candy or cigarettes, tho he often shoplifts lighters too just to see if he can get away with it and promptly tosses them out. He likes a good challenge, so usually he shoplifts things sold up near the counter

Magne is a master at shoplifting larger items. She doesn't do it often, but no one can figure out how she manages it when she does. She's walked out with full on microwaves before without so much as a second glance

Toga is generally really bad at shoplifting. She has incredibly bad timing and always manages to stuff something in her jacket at the exact moment someone walks by. She has however mastered the art of changing room stealing. With no one to catch her in the act, she's great at layering stolen clothes under her own and walking out of there like nothing is wrong

Mr Compress is the undisputed shoplifting master. His quirk certainly helps him (the others claim this is cheating) but even with out it his magician skills help with stealing small items, and he can talk his way into stealing large ones

Shigaraki cant shoplift to save his life. Due to his general appearance/demeanor he's a prime target to be watched for shoplifting attempts. When he does manage it he dusts the item on accident half the time

Without his quirk, Kurogiri is pretty bad at shoplifting. He just doesn't have enough practice for it, and doesn't particularly feel the need to hone his skills. With his quirk tho he's just as good at it as Compress, if not better because no one can find the evidence on him

Spinner is pretty 50/50 with shoplifting. If he thinks he can get away with it he will, but if he's even the slightest bit offput he'll bail out immediately. If for whatever reason he's forced to go through with it, he's most definitely getting caught. His biggest problem is just that he psychs himself out and starts acting way too nervous

Giran like Dabi is really good at shoplifting small things, and does so extremely often just because he can. He always manages to talk his way out of it on the rare occasions he's caught, but years of experience means that happens rarely

Mustard is pretty decent for his age, but unfortunately like Toga his age makes him a prime suspect and he often gets caught simply because he's being watched. Because he's so young he always just gets a slap on the wrist tho, and it never does anything to discourage him from trying again

Overhaul sees no reason to shoplift and never really has. There's no need to draw unwanted attention to himself when he could just buy the item and be on his way. That being said, if he has a hair across his ass about a certain establishment he might steal something small but expensive as a petty way to express his annoyance

[pumpkin-cake]

MHA Villains - Dates With Them

(includes - tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, jin bubaigawara, atsuhiro sako)

warnings - mention of murder, cursing

it’s not like tomura can really take you out to dinner

but he does have a hobby that if you weren’t initially interested in, he could teach you

video games! that was easy enough, right?

even if you happened to be inexperienced, tomura will not hesitate to crush you in a game of super smash brothers

he plays either ridley or sepiroth

once you get too mad and rage quit since tomura is being a dick, he eventually compromises and you guys find a multiplayer game with teams so you guys can work together

you guys decide on lego starwars, and even so tomura has to tell you what to do a lot of the time

you guys just hang out and eat junk food together, and it ends with you conking out on his lap while he plays a single player game

unlike tomura, touya doesn’t give a single shit about being caught

yeah, it’s not ideal, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to spend time with his beloved however he wants

the two of you find a nice spot in a nearby park late at night, and the two of you sit next to a small stream with koi swimming around peacefully (you made touya bring bread for the fishies)

you guys sat with your lower legs in the stream, his arm around your waist while you calmly tossed tiny pieces of bread into the stream for the koi

unfortunately, your alone time didn’t last long, and a jogger spotted the villain dabi

before she could call the cops at all, dabi stood and was instantly in front of her, his hands igniting with blue flames and she was gone, dust on the ground

he calmly sat down beside you and pulled you close

“don’t worry, love, we’re alone again.”

jin had zero ideas when you suggested a date

luckily, you had one! baking!

baking? jin didn’t know how to bake

you insisted it didn’t matter, and when he showed up at your place, you had everything prepared to make some kind of dessert

jin couldn’t remember the last time he had something sweet to eat

you were very patient, teaching him what to do and helping if he had any difficulty

you gave him an apron to protect his costume, and it was a good thing since the poor man was very clumsy and got flour and batter everywhere

once it was finished, you gently lifted the bottom of his mask and gave him a bite

he was instantly in love with baking, insisting you two do it more often

atsuhiro was known by his villain costume, which luckily included a mask to conceal his face

with him in a casual outfit, you both went to a magic show (his idea, of course)

he was thrilled, wondering if he could solve any of the tricks

he held your hand eagerly as you both took your seats, but his eagerness wore off after about five minutes

the ‘magician’ really wasn’t that special in his opinion, pulling rabbits out of hats and ‘sawing’ people in half

“oh please, this guy calls this magic? preposterous…”

you decided since he wasn’t having fun, you pulled him out and had him do some magic for you, and he seemed to enjoy this a lot more

he loved impressing you, and you never failed to praise him with your amazement and awe

[candycandy00]

Can you do mr.compress x female reader smut.

Soo reader has a bunny quirk, they're got floppy ears and cute white fluffy tail, mr.compress find them so hot and she's got very cruvy body. *plussize*

Soo I was thinking they're do like a magic trick roleplay type or maybe he's used his quirk in kinky ways😏💦 but I'm letting you be creative with the smut ^.^

Btw your fanfics are amazing😉- 🐰

Smut. 18+.

Hope you like this! I had a lot of fun with it!

You’ve been dating Atsuhiro, Mr. Compress, for several weeks now. It all started innocently enough. You’d noticed that he kept casually mentioning his former career as a stage magician, as if he really wanted someone to ask him more about it, but no one in the League had. One night you decided to ask him about it, mostly because you felt sorry for him, and he talked your ear off. Dabi and Spinner had both walked by at separate times and given you looks of pity, but you were actually interested in Atsuhiro’s stories. He had a way of making them all so dramatic, you wanted to hear more. This led to the two of you spending more time together, which led to a quick kiss before he left for a mission, which led to you spending the night in his room when he came back. All in all, you were happy together.

So a week before Atsuhiro’s birthday, you began planning a wonderful night for him. You ordered a special outfit and some props, and even decorated your room in a specific way and wouldn’t let him come in so as not to spoil the surprise. You were so excited that you spilled the beans to Toga, who seemed amused by the whole thing but had thankfully kept quiet about it.

Now the night is here. All your preparations are about to bear fruit. You put on the outfit you ordered and get in position in your room, then yell, “Ready!” to Atsuhiro, who is waiting outside the door.

From where you are, you can’t see him enter the room, but you can hear the door open and shut behind him, then his soft laughter as he no doubt realizes what you were going for.

The room is decorated to look like a stage, and there are various magician’s items placed around the area. In the center of the “stage”, is a giant top hat turned upside down, and you’re currently hunkered down inside it, only your white floppy bunny ears, a product of your Bunny quirk, visible as they stick slightly out of the hat.

Atsuhiro approaches the hat, but you call out to stop him. “Wait! Don’t look yet! You have to pull me out of the hat.”

He laughs again and says, “Alright. I’ll pull you out now.” You see his hand, the one real one he has, reach in and lightly grasp your ears. He’s touched them many times before, and has in fact seemed quite enamored with them, but there’s something thrilling about feeling him gently tug them upward, you rising along with them to stand up inside the hat.

When you fully come into view, Atsuhiro’s eyes widen and he releases your ears so that he can step back and get a better view. You’re dressed in a stereotypical “Magician’s assistant” costume, with fishnet stockings, a glittery bikini bottom, and a cropped jacket with tails that split apart to reveal your fluffy bunny tail. The costume is tight on you, accentuating your curves. On a thinner woman, the outfit would have been cute and sexy, but on you, with your large breasts and plump thighs, it’s almost obscene.

“Wow,” you hear Atsuhiro say, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He’s wearing casual clothes and no mask, as he normally does when not on missions for the League.

“Do you like it?” you ask playfully, hopping out of the hat and turning around so he can see how fantastic your ass looks in this outfit. You wiggle your bunny tail a little for dramatic effect.

Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, his hands groping at your curves. “I love it,” he murmurs against your ear.

You smile as you pull out of his grasp and turn to face him. “I thought you could show me some magic tricks first,” you tell him.

He looks around the makeshift “stage” and his eyes fall upon a large box that almost looks like a coffin. It’s a prop used to saw someone in half. He gives you a devious look and says, “Want me to split you in two?”

You blink, feeling heat rush to your face as well as your groin. Atsuhiro isn’t usually the type to engage in much dirty talk, but when he does, it’s hot as hell. You hop up to the box as he opens it, then you climb inside. “How does this even work?” you ask him, genuinely curious.

He shakes one finger at you. “No no, a magician never reveals his secrets.”

You’re lying in the box, and it’s such a tight fit that you can’t move a muscle. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and your feet are sticking through two holes at one end of the box with your head sticking out the other. Atsuhiro is standing over you, looking down with a heated expression, his eyes gleaming as he strokes your ears. Having him touch such a sensitive part of you while you’re completely trapped in the box sends shivers through your whole body.

He reaches toward the side of the box with one hand and your hear something click, as if a small door opened. Then, you feel his hand slide into the box and between your legs. You gasp and tense up, surprised by the sudden sensation of his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of the bikini bottom to stroke you through the fishnets. You can’t move. You’re completely locked in and at his mercy, and you’ve never been more turned on in your life.

You look up at his face, your own blushing as you breathe harder. He’s watching your expression with a smile, his fingers having found their way through the holes in the fishnets. You moan as he rubs your most sensitive spots, wishing you could arch your back but having no room to in this box. And then, he stops. He opens the box and looks down at you, watching your chest heave with your rapid breaths.

“Let’s make your top disappear,” he says.

You sit up and pull off the jacket, then unbutton the white shirt beneath it and toss it over the side of the box, exposing your large, round breasts. You climb out of the box, remembering that this is Atsuhiro’s birthday, and he’s the one who should be feeling pleasure tonight. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him and unbutton his pants, then pull his cock free. He’s already hard, so you close your lips around his length and slide forward until the tip hits the back of your throat and your nose is pressed against his torso.

Atsuhiro groans and grabs one of your ears, just a teensy bit roughly but not enough to hurt. He’s always been gentle with you, perhaps a bit too gentle. Just once you’d like for him to absolutely rail you while squeezing your ears so hard you couldn’t hear a sound. But, this night is about him. Maybe you’ll put in a request at your birthday.

You pull back, letting a string of saliva connect his cock to your mouth, then you extend your tongue and proceed to lick him like an ice cream cone for several seconds before taking him as deep into your throat as possible again.

He’s panting and groaning, lightly squeezing your ear with one hand and burying the other in your hair. This goes on for several minutes, and then he gives your head three taps, the signal that he’s about to cum. You don’t care. For tonight, you want to savor every part of him. You pull back just slightly, leaving your tongue on the tip of his cock so that when he shoots his load, it hits your tongue directly and splashes on your lips. You swallow it, then lick your lips to get the rest of it.

Atsuhiro looks at you with awe and lust in his eyes. Then, as if just realizing he was still gripping your ear, he quickly lets it go and says, “Sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You look up at him, still licking your lips clean. “Not at all. It felt good.”

“Really?” he asks, holding out a hand and helping you to your feet.

“Yeah. You can squeeze them even if harder if you want.”

His eyes shift downward and he asks, “What about your tail?”

“Yes! Squeeze it, pull it, do whatever you like with it!”

“And you’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”

You grin at him. “Maybe I like for it to hurt a little.”

He blushes and looks away for a moment, then his eyes return to your face. He reaches around behind you and grips your soft fluffy tail in his hand. Watching your eyes, he squeezes, gently at first, and then more tightly. Your tail is extremely sensitive, even more so than your ears, so you can’t suppress a moan.

Atsuhiro leads you over to your bed, and says, “Can I ask a favor?”

You’re so wet and horny, you’d do anything he asked right now. “Anything,” you say.

He lowers his voice, as if he’s almost embarrassed to say it, but the words come out anyway. “Get on all fours.”

The words hit you like a lightning bolt. You get on your hands and knees, your ass in the air. Atsuhiro climbs onto the bed behind you and rips a large, gaping hole in your fishnets. He rubs his hand through your hair, moving it down your spine, then stops at your tail and grips it firmly. You gasp in pleasure as he squeezes it like he did before.

His metal hand is holding tightly onto your hip and just as he gives your tail a hard squeeze, he pushes his cock inside you from behind. You cry out, “Ahhh! Atsuhiro!”

You feel him thrust in and out of you, using your tail like a knob to hold onto. It feels so good that you think you might lose your mind. After a while he leans over you, pressing his body against your back, and says, “I love you so much.”

“Ah… I love you too!” you gasp back.

He releases your tail to squeeze your ears, and then goes back to your tail again. The sudden shifting sensations are too much for you, and you climax with a moan. Atsuhiro strokes your hair gently as you press your face into the pillows, exhausted. A little while later, you hear him inhale sharply and then groan. He must have cum into a condom. He pulls out slowly, then moves beside you, rubbing your back as you shudder.

You roll your head over so that you’re facing him and smile. “Happy birthday, Atsuhiro.”

He smiles back. “Thank you for making it special. It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

[nightshcderp]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Here is where I'm going to compile all of my main verse connections! If a spot is filled, I can still rp with you. I'm not picky. This is mainly for organization and lore purposes! ♡

While Morrigan is LOV/PLF centric, I'm open to hero connections!

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬/𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭

Tomura Shigaraki - @dusty-handyman

Kurogiri - @mistdad

Himiko Toga - @little-sis-toga

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) - @endeavorsbiggesthater

Atushiro Sako (Mr. Compress) - @marbled-magician

Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner) - @spinner-the-gecko

Kenji Hikiishi (Magne) - @magnetic-sister

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice) - @duality-in-spandex

Mustard - @must4rdmha

Goto Imasuj (Muscular) - @bl00dymerder

Kagero Okuta (Giran) -

Daruma Ujiko (Kyudai Garaki) -

Lady Nagant - @the-lovely-lady-nagant

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐢

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) - @kaichisaki-rp

Hari Kurono (Chronostasis) - @kurono-stasis

Shin Nemoto - @shinnemoto-rp

Others can be added!

𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐲

Rikiya Yotsubashi (Re-Destro) - @theliberat0r

Geten - @geten-iceman

Chitose Kizuki (Curious) - @yourcur1ousrep0rt3r

Tomoyasu Chikazoku (Skeptic) - @skeptic-inc

Koku Hanabata (Trumpet) - @inciting-trumpet

𝐏𝐫𝐨-𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Carmine & Rockstar - @teamdesertflower

Getaway - @just-getaway

Static -

Kageno - @kagenoakirp

Yumiko - @yumikoshigarakirp