#lov dabi x y/n smut

[dabisqueen]

Relax (It'll hurt less)

Yandere!Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 2.3K

⇢ plot: Dabi only knows of one way to make you remember his name

⇢ warnings: Minors DNI, NONCON, use of fire quirk, arrogant and cocky Dabi who is a virgin (fight me over it) and fucks for the first time, user is tied up (bondage/rope play?), size kink, no prep, unprotected penetration, Dabi is a bit rough towards the reader, creampie, lots of cum

⇢ thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again!

⚠️This fiction contains yandere-themed dark content! Proceed and read at own discretion⚠️

If you'd known that the night would take this turn, you'd have chosen to stay home.

After missing the last bus home due to running late and then not having enough money to call a cab, you are forced to walk home. As a gust of wind blows some leaves across your path, you imagine what might happen if some thug jumped out with the intent to rob you... But stuff like that only happens in movies, don’t they? You quietly laugh. The thought is a bit silly. You'll probably just continue walking alone down the murky street like you always do, with nothing happening. Reassured, you stick your hand into your pocket and focus your attention on the pavement below, occasionally checking on the map to make sure you're still heading the right way. 

You blindly follow the directions on your cell phone, completely oblivious to what part of town you are passing through. It’s not like there are any signs warning you "Stay the fuck out, villains ahead!"

You make the foolish decision to try and comfort yourself during the tedious walk home. Popping your earbuds in, you put on your favorite music to drown out the sounds of the night around you.

A quick movement ahead catches your attention. Your eyes snap up, your heart suddenly beating frantically as you spot the cause of the abrupt motion. A man stumbles backward from a door with a terrified expression on his face, followed by an enormous blue flame billowing towards him which engulfs him completely within seconds. The force of the sudden combustion knocks you right off your feet and you fly backward, a weightlessness encompassing your body before gravity cruelly pulls you back down.

Your back and head crash against the blacktop street and everything instantly fades to black. You don't know how long you'd been unconscious, but as you open your eyes, all you see is darkness and streaks of blue. The stench of burnt flesh creeps up your nostrils, making your stomach churn. You struggle to get up but your body doesn't respond. Instead, you hear a man's husky voice speak near you. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? Such a pretty little thing."

His voice sounds muted like he’s talking through a wall. That's all you hear before nausea and pain take over and the world around you fades again.

You stir awake with a jostle, a thin mist clouding your vision. Your body is cradled against another. It’s warm, but smells of burnt hair and smoke. It would be comforting if only you would know whose arms you are in. You try to move, but a pain instantly shoots up your spine, overwhelming you until your vision goes dark again. 

As you regain consciousness this time, your eyes slowly adjust to the low light, dimmed to almost nothing. Your head still slightly throbs, but the worst of the pain is gone. Blinking a few times, the foggy veil lifts from your eyes and you start to take in the details. You're in a small room. Despite the lack of any decoration, it is very tidy and clean. 

Then you notice him and freeze, the fog in your mind instantly clearing. 

He stands a few feet away. He is tall, dressed in black pants with stitching and a white shirt. Raven hair standing in spikes, marred skin under his eyes and from his cheeks down to his chest. The tip of a cigarette glows an eerie red as he takes a drag and slowly exhales again. His teal eyes, bright in the dark light, pierce through the smoke, taking you in.

"Finally awake, huh?" He rasps.

Frantically, you try to get up but a sharp pain shoots through your arms as the ropes around your wrists dig painfully into your skin. To your horror, you realize that you're tied up to the rods of a rusty bed frame, immobilized with your wrists pulled taut, lying on a shitty, sunken mattress.

"Just some precautionary measures, sweetheart." He cocks his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. 

"Please, untie me!" You stammer but he just flips the bud of his cigarette across the room and ignores you.

"Man, killing always makes me so tense." Interlocking his fingers, he raises his arms, his obliques tightening and biceps bulging as he stretches until his knuckles crack.

Cocking his head left and right, he slowly lowers his gaze. His bright azure irises focus back on you as a cheeky smirk starts to form on his face.

"Sir, please let me go.” You whimper as your hands tremble violently against the bonds. 

"Sir?!" A brow quirks as he clicks his tongue. "I think you know my name."

He takes a few steps, closing the gap between you and him. Leaning forward, his long finger trails along your cheek with false affection. "Say it."

You writhe, eyes pricking with tears. "Mister, I-I can't–"

"Don't piss me off." His expression turns sour. "You seriously don't know who I am? Don't you watch the news?"

"I-I don't have a TV," you stammer, your cheeks burning at his harsh tone.

"Well, that's too bad." His hand slips into your hair, yanking your head back, forcing your gaze to meet his. He's so close, that you smell the stale cigarette tainting his breath, the faint scent of burnt flesh on him is almost nauseating.

"I'll tell you, then. And I’ll make sure you never forget it." He spits, crystalline blue eyes so cold that they send a shiver down your spine.

It's then that a pertinent memory comes flooding back to you– you’d overheard some people chatting on the train. A villain. Black spiky hair, scars all over his body, and eyes like the endless depths of the ocean. One with a quirk that summoned blue flames so hot they melt the flesh right off of bones. His name–

–Dabi.

Your throat tightens, and you gulp as your eyes widen in recognition. 

Dabi notices, causing his lips to curl into a smug smirk. "Ah, so you’ve figured it out, huh?"

"Y-yes Sir–or, no– Dabi!" You almost scream out his name, "I promise, I'll never forget, please untie me!"

But he doesn't seem to hear your words, his gaze is far away, an impassive expression on his face.

"Man, I really need to unwind." Lolling his head to the side. "Sako always says the best way to blow off steam is to shoot a load."

His eyes fall back to yours while his smirk widens, showing his canines. A pit forms in your stomach as it dawns on you where this is going to lead.

"I know of a way to make sure you'll never forget my name–" Dabi kneels beside you, the cheap bed dipping and squeaking under his weight. He's looking down on you in a way that makes your hair stand on end. As he reaches for your legs, you're trying your best to keep them closed. But he is much stronger, spreading them with ease.

Positioning himself between your legs, he moves his body close, his hips pressing against your core. It's then when you feel the heat from something huge – a bulge – in his pants, right underneath the stitches. You gulp in disbelief.

"I have to admit, I've never done this before," he chuckles, hooking his thumbs under the seams of his pants, slowly pulling them. "So, cut me some slack, will ya?"

A thick, pierced cock slaps against his abdomen, enormous in length and girth. Your eyes feel like they’re bugging out of your head as you look at his engorged member. Shaking your head, you plead, "It's too big, it won't fit!"

Dabi's gaze drops to evaluate his throbbing dick and he laughs. "Yeah I know, the Doc kinda went overboard with the replacement."

His eyes snap up to your face, his smile vanishes as he hums in that sickly sweet voice. "Regardless, better too much than too little, right?"

His large calloused hands wrap around your hips and you fidget and try to squirm out of his grip but it only strengthens as he pulls you back towards him. Your arms straighten out, painfully so, straining against the ropes cutting into your skin. 

Panic sets in, making your blood rush and your limbs shake, as he lays a hand flat on your mound, blue flames starting to flicker across the fabric of your pants and then undies, incinerating them. The pain from the burn loosens the tears as they start streaming freely down your temples now.

Accompanied by your sobs, he takes his thick length in his palm, his free hand sliding over your now exposed folds, calloused fingers spreading your cunt. 

"Damn, what a sight.” He chuckles as he aligns himself at the entrance of your quivering cunt. "Hope I'm doing this right." 

You sob as he drops a gob of spit on his cock and edges against your entrance, shushing you. “Relax, I know you can take it.” 

Without further warning, he plunges the fat tip of his cock into you. You cry out at the stretch, your dry walls burning without any preparation. You try to get away, to lessen the stretch, but he has your petite body pinned beneath his larger, muscular one. 

With an enraptured expression on his face, he watches his dick inch its way in. His thick, rough fingers dig into your squishy waist, as he continues pushing his way into you. You whimper when Dabi stares at your soft tummy, admiring the bump that forms where his dick bullies against your cervix. 

"Well, fuck me, ain't this the shit?" he chuckles, slightly breathless already.

The grip on your waist remains firm as he pulls out his cock, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness. But before you have time to react, he’s slamming himself back into you again. 

Then his hips start moving at a slow and gradual pace, pulling you back each time to meet his thrusts. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room. your whimpers seem to only spur him on as he continues thrusting into you.

"Oh fuck, this is amazing. I'm gonna—" Dabi groans, slamming his cock into you even faster, "—shit, if you keep gripping me like this, I’m not gonna last."

“Please, stop!” You sob, but he is beyond listening. With his eyes closed, sweat dripping down his temples, he is lost in delirious pleasure.

“You're so tight, taking me so well, doll." He laughs when you whimper in response.

Involuntarily clenching down on his cock, you squirm each time he bottoms out. He makes sure you can feel each barbell of his piercings, every pulsing vein of his thick cock. The harsh force of his quick, rough thrusts makes your mind go blank.

"Gonna cum soon. Keep squeezing my cock like that and I won't be able to pull out." He groans, smooth and deep, admonishing you as if any of this is your fault.

All you can do is respond with a whine, your body completely helpless.

“I’m close, baby, look at me,” he digs his fingers into your flesh, pulling you even closer. "What's my name? Say it!"

"Dabi– please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but you're hurting me!" You beg between sobs.

He doesn't hear your words, or he doesn't care. He's slamming into you now, his thrusts growing deeper and harder.

"Oh yeah, take it –fuck– I'm gonna fucking fill you up so good–" Dabi gasps, groaning unabashedly.

Then he tosses his head back, and with a low growl and a last stuttering thrust, he shoots his white release inside, coating your inner walls with his cum. You feel him twitch inside you, feel his warmth filling you up and seeping out, it's so much.

Dabi collapses on top of you, breathing hard. His head falls forward to rest against your cheek, the sweat from his forehead mixing with the tears on your damp skin.

After his breathing evens out, he pulls back to face you, strands of his black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. "Shit, that was so fuckin’ good.”

He stays like this, his cock slowly shrinking inside your sore cunt, while his hot cum drips down your ass.  The feeling of it creeps through your spine, making your face glow with hot shame. You turn your head away, closing your eyes in defeat. His weight on you suddenly feels suffocating, adding to the crushing, inescapable heft of anxiety on your chest. It feels like an eternity, with him draped over you, both of your breathing starting to even out. Eventually, you muster the courage to speak.

"C- Can I go now?" You whimper, hopefully. 

"Yeah, yeah…" he sighs and moves to pull out. Using the bedsheets to wipe the remnants of his release from his skin, he continues by tucking himself away.

Finally, you think of going home, for this nightmare to be over and to forget this god-awful night. A sharp-edged euphoria washes through your limbs and your eyes flare with excitement as hope spirals up inside you.

"On the other hand–" he stalls, contemplating. "This definitely helped me wind down."

Stepping close, he lowers his face to brush his lips against the rim of your ear and dashes whatever hope you had left with a final, whispered sentence. "I think I'm gonna keep you."

[bellabean24]

Just Breathe

Kinktober day 11 Dabi x Fem!Reader

Word count:684

Tags:NSFW,Modern AU, Breathe play, Tattooed!Dabi (only arms), degrading, manhandling

Synopsis:You and Dabi try out a kink of his that you always been caution about but now seems like the perfect for you to yes

Kinktober M.list | My Hero Academia M.list

Dabi always wanted to try breath play with you, the idea of him controlling your breathing as he fucks you oblivious. 

“Y/N where are you?” Dabi shouts his voice low and raspy, he walks into the living room to see you on the couch bundled up with two blankets and some random halloween movie playing. “In here,” you mumble, never taking your eyes off the movie. 

Dabi walks in the living room shirtless and in grey sweatpants, he sits next to you on the couch with his tattoos on full display. He watches you as you watch the movie, your eyes glued to the screen as Dabi runs his calloused hand up and down your back, “May I help you.” Pausing the movie you look at your boyfriend with a smile on your face as he looks at you with a smirk. 

“Baby, ‘member that thing we talked about a couple weeks ago,” he asks scooting a bit closer to you “We talk about a lot of things, be more specific.” Giggling at him you fix the blanket so it lays on the both of you moving your head to fall on his shoulders as he speaks, “The kink I wanted to try with you but you said to wait, I wanna try it today” looking up at him as the words leave his mouth you recall the conversation you had with him. 

“Y/N I want to try breath play with you, it would be so fun baby,” Dabi whispers into your ear, his hands on your waist and his head resting on your shoulder, “Ask me again later I’m not ready yet.” 

Lifting your head from his shoulder you turn to face him properly as the words that are going to come out of your mouth you need to make sure he can hear you well. “Yes I’ll try it with you,” you throw the blanket off of you and Dabi, the blanket falling to the floor, as you reach for your shirt and pulling it off. 

“Slow down baby, I’m right here.” Dabi chuckles, grabbing you by the neck, squeezing it just a bit and pulling you to his lap, “No pants baby,” he looks down to your lap seeing your cute underwear. “What a slut you were hoping for this huh,” he teases you knowing that you get so wet from him degrading you. 

Your breath hitches as Dabi squeezes your neck a bit harder probably leaving a bruise behind, “Want me to fuck this slutty cunt Y/N,” Dabi leans in to kiss your lips making your lungs burn with passion as your breath gets taking away. 

Dabi takes his hand from your throat as he continues to kiss you, until you pull away panting as your lungs feel cold, “You like it Y/N?” 

“Mhm” nodding your head as you continue to catch your breath, “Good.” Dabi pulls his hard cock from its restraints, his cock slaps against his stomach then stands up tall and proud, his tip leaking pebbles of pre-cum. He moves your panties to the side shoving his dick into your dripping hole with no warning, “Dabi” you yelp as his cock thrusts up into, the feeling of pain and pleasure fills your core. 

Dabi fixes himself with your face into his shoulders as his hands grips your waist, “Dabi do it again,” you motion him to your neck as you look at his eyes, “Of course,” Dabi grabs your neck once again squeezing hard enough to for you to turn a shade darker. Dabi’s cock thrust up into your cunt the sound of wet squelching noises fills the living room, “Fuck you feel so good,” his groans makes you squeeze around his cock your pussy spasming as you cum on his cock. 

“Shit baby you came already,” shocked by your early orgasm Dabi cums from your cunt compulsing around him, Dabi continues to fuck up into your hole his hand keaving your neck as his cum leaks from your hole and onto his pants. “Feel so good I can’t stop baby,” “Then don’t.”  

©Bella2023

[4ngeldusstt]

S T A Y

A/N: had this on my drafts and decided to finish it somehow, enjoy!! <3

Word count: 982

Warnings: angst, kidnapping(?, suggestive.

Being a student in the UA was good, you were in your third and last year, one of the top three best heroes in your promotion, you had your provisional hero license and been working with Hawks in his agency for a year now.

Something was going down, the League of Villains was active again and Hawks made sure to keep you updated with all the information there was even though you were still a student, you worked your way into the Pro Hero world and gained their trust enough for them to count on you in important missions like this.

“Hey Y/H/N, we gotta get going.” Hawks told you as you both got into Best Jeanist’s sports car. “Endeavor is fighting with some of the members of the LOV in some abandoned headquarters, we have to offer support.” They updated you so you would be prepared, you were going to fight against members of the league, but nothing would prepare you for who you were actually going to fight against.

As we got closer to the location you saw the so familiar blue flames escaping out of the building’s broken windows making you curse under your breath, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you knew that you at some point would have to fight against your now ex boyfriend that you were still so much in love with, and he knew too.

When we arrived there it was Shigaraki, Twice, Spinner, Mr.Compress and Dabi. As the fight went on any of them had the guts to harm you, they were your friends at one point and still cared for you even if you were not a part of them anymore. You were never a member of the LOV officially, you where just a hero in love with a villain and you spent time with them and they grew to like you.

During that time you realized that they were not bad people, society made you believe that villains equal to bad but they were in fact actually really caring they just had different goals to yours, you learned their stories and background what lead them to be where they are and do what they’re doing, you as an empath had a lot of respect for them and understood their situations, despite the fact that you were a pro hero they didn’t hesitate to listen to you and take you in and welcomed you with kindness. They still had hatred for heroes, you didn’t want to change their vision after all, but you were the exception to them.

You used your quirk against Shigaraki trying not to rise suspicions amongst your comrades. Missing on purpose so you didn’t injure him, remembering all those hours you spent with him playing video games and when he listened to you without complaining as you vented and cried every time you argued with Dabi.

Kurogiri opened a portal out of nowhere meaning they where going to retreat already as more heros made their appearance in the situation. “Y/H/N! Be careful!” You heard Hawks yell in your direction as you felt a hand wrapping around your throat pushing you to the portal without hurting you, only for a deep voice to pull you off of the trance you didnt realize you where in “you’re coming with me baby, I ain’t letting you go that easy this time.” Somehow you felt safe. “I still love you.” Your voice coming out as a bare whisper “and I never stoped loving you princess.” The concerned faces of the pro heros as the LOV took you with them was the last thing you saw before all turned into darkness.

You woke up in a so familiar room that belonged to the boy that was now sitting on the end of the bed, his back facing you. “Why did you do that?” Your voice came out softer than you wanted it to be “The time we where apart fucked me up y/n, I know we agreed to break up but I can’t handle to be away from you, I need you with me.” You were quiet, so he kept talking “So, Shigaraki and I came up with a plan.”

You didn’t know what to feel, you were feeling nothing and everything all at once “Basically kidnapping me.” You said rolling your eyes at his words “Yeah, the plan worked though, you are here with me and these shitty heros won’t suspect from you bettaying them, they just think we kiddnapped you.” He finished the sentence with a proud smile, “But they will be looking for me, they will find me and try to take me back Toya, and you know that.” a hint of sadness could be perceived in your tone, you were the only one that he allowed to call him by his actual name, hearing it come out of your lips again made chills run down his spine, he took seat closer to you, still not locking eyes with you “I know baby, but when the time comes it will be up to you if you want to leave with them or.. stay with me.” His hand was now resting on your thigh, looking down at his own feet not being able to even look at you.

By the time you realized you where sitting on his lap, your arms resting around his shoulders as your lips connected with his, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist holding you as close to him as he could. "No one will take me away from you.” You whispered feeling him grin against your lips “that’s my girl.” He said in the deep voice that you so much loved making you shift in your favorite seat, feeling his hand forcefully grab your ass as a response. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He whispered as he devoured you neck.

[redxixi]

pleasure cabin

werewolf AU 

content warning:  werewolf!dabi AU, NSFW thoughts, kidnapping, corupption, naked people?,shapeshifting dabi, a bit of reader gettin pyshically hurt (not absure)

A/N : this is my first time writing something this long or writing anything in particular i hope its good. you can expect a part 2 of this. my asks will be open sooo ask whatever you want. might be slight grammar error pls bear in mind english isnt my first language lol.

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you wake up to the sound of a buzzing alarm clock causing youre head to pound. you roll over turning it off and stare at the ceiling trying to remain awake.

you were never really a moring person, you like nights better than the moring. At night its far more calming and peaceful than in the moring. Full moon nights were the best. youd often go out of the city, into the woods where you have a little cabin that youre grandparents used to own. about a couple miles away from the cabin, deeper into the woods, lies a beautiful lake where the moonlight reflects on the water and illuminates the surrounding area. youd often go there once a week to get away from the hustle and bustle of the college campus.

today was friday so that meant you could go there after class and you couldnt wait.

pulling youre sheets off of you and heading into the bathroom where you already miss the warmth of youre bed,you force youre self to take a cold bath since that always woke you up. after youre done with youre shower you look at the time.

"6:00"

realizing you will probaly be late for class you quickly throw on youre favorite oversized shirt and mom jeans along with a pair of boots that youre mother once owned.

"i wonder how mom is doing lately" you wonder while putting on the pair of boots

on youre way to class you bought a couple of donuts and a coffee. you never liked coffee but that was the only thing you could afford at the time and it was cheap so you forced your self to drink the bitter beverge and head to class.

"Y/N" you hear youre name so you turned around. "wait for meee, i missed youu so muchhh" you look at the brown haired girl."Uraraka you saw me yesterday stop being dramatic" you say sarcastically to youre best friend. Uraraka has been youre only friend since high school, the 2 of you were like sisters. Uraraka has always been a pretty girl that gets along with everyone. she the extroverted friend that adopted you, the introverted friend and since then you 2 have been through everything together.

"stopp being so meann anyway i realllyy need youre help" she says with a desperate face. "can we pleaseee switch partners for the math assigment. i really wanna do this with deku, im thinking of asking him out tonight so if you switched it would be a big help." she says while holding both youre hands.

"sure i dont mind switching, btw who is youre partner again?"

"i got paired with uhhh dabi" she says with a worried look on her face.

"oh dont worry its no big deal as long as hes okay with us switching then im fine"

"REALLY you mean it omg YOURE THE BEST thankk you soooo muchhhh" she says while bear hugging you

"nway i gotta get to class see ya BYE." she says while running away to her class.

"this isnt good...im not fine." you think about dabi and his face, how he haunts youre dreams, youre thoughts, youre life. you never realised when this happend. at the beginning of the semester when you heard that the devilishly handsome looking man would be in youre class you couldnt help but feel a bit exited. when you got to class that day and sat in the back like you always do to avoid people he came and sat right next to you.

"goodmoring angel" he said in a deep sexy voice. youre cheeks grew red

"goodmoring." you say back in a shaky voice. that nickname and deep voice did something to youre insides and youre core. that day you couldnt focus on anything the teacher said. instead you kept admiring him.

his hands.

his hands were adorned in beautiful skull like rings and he painted his nails black. his forearms had veins going all the way up and he had a beatiful snake tattoo on his forearm. "his hands are bigger than mine." you thought. you couldnt help but wonder how they would look like around youre neck, between youre thighs and in youre mouth. "he must have done that with alot of girls." you wonder.

since that day he sat next to you everyday becoming even more attractive, if that was even possible. you look forward to going to class now too and today isnt any diffrent. entering class you look around and take youre seat where you usually sit waiting for youre dark prince to show up. but he never did.

the entire day you hadnt seen dabi nor heard from him. you missed him and started to grow worried. durning luch you felt down cause he wasnt there. "where is he? is he hurt? sick? did and accident happen?" you frantically start to overthink. in search of awnsers you head over to Ochako's class. you remeber her saying dabi's brother, shoto sits in her class so you decide to go ask him about it. on youre way there you passed the headmasters office where you hear a fimiliar voice. taking a peak through the window you see dabi talking to the headmaster."whats he doing here?" you wisper to your self.

"i wont be able to come to school for atleast 2 weaks...somthing came up in my family and its urgent." 2 WEEKS?! he will be gone for 2 weeks you felt sad,confused, angry. why was he leaving for 2 weeks? what happend in his family? will he be alright? will he ever come back? you felt light headed so yu decided to head home. you felt torn on the inside and you had a splitting headache. arriving home you took a hot bath and layed in bed thinking about today and how you wouldnt be able to see dabi for the next 2 weeks. not to mention you got alot of unfinished homework and assigments left you didnt do. this was all too much. you decided to forget all about everything and go to the cabin where you could relax and do youre work in peace. you took out youre suitcase threw some clothes in and headed out.

when you arrived at the cabin it was already 5:00 it was about to get dark. you took out your suitcase and keys and headed inside the cabin. it was a neat looking,2 story tall cabin with a nice porch outside and beautiful garden. going inside you head upstairs to the master bedroom where you just threw your self on the bed. you where exausthed. you probably should have taken a bath but you didnt have the strenght. slowly you feel youre eyelids getting heavy and drifting into sleep.

you woke up around 4:00 am that night feeling better. you head downstairs to drink some water, since you couldnt sleep anymore. after that you headed to the upstairs balcony and started into the silent and mysterious woods. there was a bit of fog that was hanging on the trees making everything seem like it as from a horror movie. it was a full moon night. the moonlight illuminated the area making it seem like the abyss of the woods came to life,as if the woods where trying to warn you of the danger that will overcome you. you felt sticky and sweaty, in desperate need of a bath you make the oh so great decision to go swim in the lake. the woods may scare other people but you basically grew up here with youre mother and it felt like home. the fog,the silence,the howling wind, it seemed like all of it is your friend. and tonight those friends where telling you something. but you shook it off as your "imagination". taking your bathrobe and phone you head towards the lake, the fog was thick and howling wind was loud. after a while you reached the lake and its as beautiful as ever, the moonlight reflected its light on the clear water making it shine like diamonds and the fog made it seem like the sky came down just to great you.

but something was off and you could feel it, it was as if something were watching you, waiting for a moment to attack its prey,that prey being you. you felt a bit anxious so you stripped of your clothes, put on your towel and went in the lake. it was the perfect temperture, you found youreself getting lost in the oh so relaxing feeling of water against your skin. you soon forgot the anxious feeling, the only feeling you felt was peace, comfort and tranquility. nearby you in the woods were a pair of dark blue eyes stalking your every movement, maping out the curves of youre body, taking in the form of your supple looking breasts and the curves of your waist. "she looks like a goddess." the blue eyed man thought to himself and he was not lying. you looked so elegantly in the lake, the moonlight reflected of your body making you look a pure maiden of the gods. "its as if the moon god himself sent you down from heaven" the blue eyes man couldnt help but want to ravish you, you looked so innocent, so curruptible, so breakable. he would make you scream his name for hours, giving you all the pleasure you wanted, filling you to the core with his children, making you his. these thoughts dwelled in his mind as you swam so peacefully unbeknowing of the terror that was about to come upon you.

after a couple minutes of swimming you decided to get out. putting on your bathrobe and gathering all your stuff, you are ready to leave when you hear some tweaking in the woods next to you. its probably nothing you think trying not to panic but as you where about to turn around you hear growling. wolfs? cyotes? no thats impossible you lifed here all your life and you never heard of any wolfes or cyotes being here. emerging from the shadow was indead a wolf but not a regular wolf, this wolf was huge about 6 feet tall and it looked as big as a car. you froze unable to procces anything from fear, the blue eyed monstorous figure slowly stalked towards you and you didnt dare move. the figure stopped in its tracks and the both of you looked at eachother, it was strange, you felt as if you have know this figure, its sky blue eyes reminded you of a certain someone.

CRACK. you heared a loud cracking sound from behind the figure causing it to turn its head and as soon as it did that you ran. you didnt know where you where going but you just ran. you head footsteps from behind you and knew that thing was on your trails, you ran deeper into the woods into an area that you dont recognize. the trees seem bigger and its branches too, you kept getting scrached from its roots but the pain only seemed to push you into running faster. soon you run into a big root from one of the trees that you didnt see.

CRACK

the sound of your ankle breaking was heard vividly. you fell into the ground screaming, crying and didnt know where you are. as soon as you looked behind you there he was, the blue eyed figure, waching you closely, you were his prey, and he was your preditor. you couldnt help but cry. "please i dont wanna die" you say sobbing, you didnt want to die, you wanted to see your mom, graduate, you wanted to see dabi and if possible be his. as if the figure understood your plea it backed away a couple inches and howled loudly. the figure started to transform, it was getting smaller, its paws were shrinking and it started to look like...a human?

"my dearest Y/N dont be afraid i would never dream of hurting you. dont you recognize me my love?" you couldnt believe what you were seeing. the blue eyes monster was now a human and not just any human, it was dabi. youre dabi, the one you fell in love with. you felt dizzy you couldnt procces what was going on and the pain in your ankle made it worse. you cant think straight, your eyes closed you felt your consciousness slipping away from you, as your unconscious body is about to fall dabi leaps forward and catches you.

"oh my sweat angel sleep well once you wake up you will be all mine"

and you would,once you woke up your whole world would become upside down, your whole world would become his.

(A/N : part 2? maybe? probably?)

[twig-rabbit]

Hey Dumbass’s who are still on this app

I’ve been writing a shigarki fanfic, I just started posting on A03. So I’m not very popular. I use to be a popular watt pad writer but um…

We don’t talk ab that

So anyways ima start posting it on tumblr as well. It’s also on watt pad lmao but yeah I quite enjoy it and I hope y’all will too

Watt pad name: fanfic.rabbit

- 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘨

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Shigi X Y/N :D Pls! i'll follow you! wait i already am.

Desperate little thing shigaraki x fem reader (oneshot)

A/N: I apologize for the long wait but there your request for a oneshot, I hope it good for youuuu!! I base this a bit on how dabi and toga join the lov but I kinda forgot how it went so I apologize for this sounding a bit off. 18+ no minors, antis or ageless blogs interact with my blogs thanks you!! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) Hope y'all enjoy this oneshot. (This is a one shot where the reader is desperate for him and wants him needy)

Warnings: smut smut SMUT + light choking + both virgin losers losing it together + unsafe sex + creampie + spit + cum eating.

I was in the middle between the blonde girl and the man with the black hair.

Her name was toga, she was asking me to come along to join this group… uhh I forgot what it was called, she was yapping my ear off that I completely forgot about this group.

I stare into a man that has light blue hair… beautiful red eyes, it's hard to tell what he looks like without the mask but I started to blush and felt like I'm staring too hard at him.

“ state your name and quirk? ” he pointed at toga as I put my hand behind my back.

“ I'm himiko toga!! This is my best friend Y/n~” she's pull my shoulders closer to her as he rolls his eyes as he tsk.

“ I said quirk, not her. ” I look down awkwardly as I feel her hand being removed from me.

“ I can transform into anyone by using their blood, are you and stainey close? ” I can tell he is getting irritated by this as he mumble.

“ I don't get it. Is she crazy? ” he pointed at the guy with the dark blue jacket.

“ What is your name and quirk? ”

He makes a tsk sound as he tilts his head.

“ I go by dabi.. I used a quirk that relates to fire.” he begins to scratch his neck as he growls.

“ What is your real name? You can't be hiding secrets while joining tsk. ” I see dabi rolling his eyes as he said.

“ I will tell you when I achieve my goals but for now it's dabi. "Then he pointed at me while scratching his neck.

“ you… don't be a brat like him, what your name and quirk. ” I felt like he was staring into my soul as I blush, I play with my hair nervously.

“ my name is y/n and my quirk is called uhh… dream imaginary, I have the ability to control, manipulate dreams and I can enter it into their mind as well.” I look down to my feet as he rises up.

“ Giran get rid of these punks, they sound like brats. '' Then everything went downhill from here, I watched toga and dabi went forward towards shigaraki as I was holding her cardigan as I watched everything in a blink of an eye.

Kurogiri stop everything by his quirk as they stop their actions as Tomura was pissed as he said.

“ I need some fresh air, I'm leaving.” I watch him leave as Himiko puff her cheeks out as she crosses her arms.

“ Shigaraki, do you want them in your group? ” Giran said as Tomura paused for a second.

“whatever.. they can stay. I don't care. ”

“ rude… y/n, let's get something to eat and then come back. ” I nod my head as I look at the new boss, he quit…. Handsome when I saw him remove his hand mask away but it was a split second as he left.

I couldn't help but find him cute as toga pulled my arm away.

It's been a couple of days since I joined their group and whenever I see our boss alone at the bar drinking away with his drink while reading a newspaper.

Toga pokes my cheeks as she giggles.” y/n-channnn, I can tell something up with youuuu!! ” she did her happily singing voice as I started to blush as I looked away from him and toward toga.

I can tell her smile has gotten bigger then usually as I look away to feel my cheeks getting hot.

“ you likeeee himm don’t you y/n-chan! ” I cover her mouth as I shush her.

“ shhhh!! He will hear you toga-chan… I-” why do I feel nervous? I feel like a toga whenever she's talking about her crushes and gushing about them as I sighed dreamily seeing him alone and needing company.

“ I can't describe it but he looks.. lonely by himself and I-.. ” toga push you up and say.” you should sit with tomura-kun!! Go for it y/n-chan. ” I begin to blush red as I move my arms fast.

“ w-wait toga don't do that I…” I was forced to sit down next to him as toga smiled happily and said.

“ Have fun!! You guys have similar things to talk about, I'll be going~ ” with my shocked expression as I see toga skipping away happily as she went out with sister magne. I can feel his eyes stare behind my head as I start to feel nervous, I slowly turn towards him as I smile.

“ heyy boss, how are you? ” I wave awkwardly as he looks into my eyes, it's hard to tell what he is thinking and feeling by this.

He turned away as he look at the newspaper, you didn't notice his cheeks getting a bit pinker than usual as I tried to make small talk with shigaraki.

“ would you like a drink miss y/n? ” I turn towards Kurogiri as I smile.” yes please… uhh I'm not sure what to get to be honest. ” I put my thumb on my lip as I think, Tomura was not looking up from the paper.

“ you can try my drink… I recommend it.” I tilt my head towards him then at kurogiri.

“ Kurogiri make the drink for her. ” I feel my cheeks heating up as I nod my head.

“ Thank you.. ” I smile at this as Kurogiri pulls a glass out to make my drink as I wait.

“ So.. ” I could barely hear it but it was my boss who spoke, it was quiet.

“ I hear toga say that we have similar things to talk about. What does she mean by that? ” I tilt my head at Tomura as I blush.

“ oh… uhh I hear you like video games and uhh.. ” I look away as I cover my cheeks.

“ I enjoy playing video games and toga barely plays with me saying that she sucks at the game. ” for the first time I've seen my boss smile as he says.

“ Oh yeah? That's interesting, me and spinner play games too.” I feel his hand touch on top of mine as his pinky is away from my skin as I smile.

“ You should play with us on League. "My smile get wide as I spoke softly.

“ yeah!! We should do that, play together. ”

Afterwards Shigaraki invited me into their gaming. It was a bit hard but I need to be closer to him and need his full attention.

I would touch his hands a bit often, he got spooked when I first touched his skin gently then I started to touch his shoulder from time to time.

He got used to my touches and I think he wants more. He would pull me into his room and ask me to lay on his slim thighs while he played his game.

Today, I got a bit needy and desperate for him as I walked into his room out of the blue.

He turned towards me immediately,he looked a bit confused about this encounter, I walked towards him with a love heart in my eyes as I bit my lips.

Fuck it, I hope he doesn't kill me off the bat, I thought to myself. I sat on his lap as he dropped the controller onto the floor, he was bit taken back by this and was off guard by you sitting on his lap.

I put my chin on his shoulder as I hug him close, I play with his hair as I press light kisses to his neck.

He gasps from this, he has no clue how to act with you on top of him. I pull away to see him wearing his earphones as I hear tiny screaming coming from his earphones as I smile at him.

“ sorry… I couldn't help myself, you're so… cute and I want you so bad~. ” I didn't give him a chance to speak as I pressed a kiss on his lips as I pulled him close.

I was expecting him to push away and to yell at me for making him lose but I gasp into the kiss and feel him grab my hips to grind upwards slowly. I feel it, I feel my cheeks getting hot, I feel his hard-on poking at my crotch area feeling myself getting wet by this.

“ f-f .... ” he groaned from the feeling as he helped me bounce on his lap.

“ Forget the game!! I can't wait any longer. I need you too. ” he quickly moves forward to close the game as he turns his computer off completely.

“ please.. ” he huffed out air as he looked up at me. “ Please take your lower clothes off, I feel like I'm gonna explode. ” I nod my head as I quickly remove my pants and underwear. Shigaraki starts removing his pants as I gasp loudly.

He was not… wearing underwear, his penis flopped out but it hit his belly, it's so pretty just like him, nice shade of pink on his head, pretty veins on the side and I started to get nervous by the size.. Jesus, how does he hide that thing? It looks a bit uncomfortable.

He groaned as he said.” come here please.. ” he wiggles his finger towards me as I look away.

“ uhh don’t you have any protection or uhh lube? ” I tile my head at him as he sighs.

“ huh? I don't have any of those.. we don't have time….” I watch Shigaraki spit at his dick as he rubs it up and down as he coo at me.

“ Come here, you made this mess happen. ” I pout my lips as I smile quietly.

I get on top of him, grabbed his base to my entrance, is this how sex work? I don't know what I am-..

I heard him grunt as he put his hands on my hips to push downward, I gasped from the sudden feeling as I closed my eyes tight.

“ desperate little thing… ahh I couldn't help myself, you're taking too long. ” I'm struggling with this new feeling, his cock feels strange but in a good way.

I feel like my hymen just broke from him pushing deep inside of me, I roll my head back as I bounce up and down… it was sloppy, I didn't know how to do this and shigaraki was getting a bit pissed by this.

He grabbed my neck out of nowhere as I gasped, I held his wrist, it wasn't too harsh but a light press onto my skin and his fingers away from my neck.

He helped me by controlling the rhythm but also was helping me to make both of us feel good.

I cry out feeling his tip hitting that sweet spot as I moan his name out loud, I roll my eyes back.

“ c-crap I can't last anymore-.. ” he removed his hands away from my neck to pull me closer to him, I felt his hand grip my hips tight and hold me still.

I felt it, my eyes widened in pure shock, the hot flow of his semen hitting my cervix, I sob out as warmth feels nice… it's like hot coco in the cold winter.

“ sorry….” he mumble as he put his face close to my neck as I blinked a few times.

“ it's okay… did you feel good? ” he nod his head as I feel his hand move to my hips as he makes me move as I moan out.

“ you didn't get to cum right? ”

“ … yeah.. ” I turned my head bashfully, the first sex felt good but it hurt a little and I didn't feel my orgasm. Maybe it's hard for females to have a big orgasm.

I see him smirk as he says.” get on the bed. ” I immediately get off, I cringe a little from the noise coming out of me as I look down to see his cum slide down my thighs, my legs were wobbly from the sex.

“ That's… hot. ” I heard him mumble, I assume he's talking about it, I started to feel heat. I lay on my back as he was getting up and getting undressed.

I've never seen him fully naked as I started to feel my cheeks getting more red by the minute he dropped down to his knees as he began to eat me out.

I gasp from this feeling as I begin to squirm from this.

“ hold still.. mhmm you taste good~ ” I heard him groaning from this, feeling his arm wrapped around my thigh to pull me close, it felt sensitive, I felt like a knot was coming undone as I screamed his name.

A flash of light hit my view as I pant heavily, was that my first orgasm?? God this is… incredible.

I've never felt like this before and I want more. He pulled away to lick his lips as he coo.

“ god… you're so beautiful like this.. do you wanna. ” he looked away feeling embarrassed as I tilt my head in confusion.

“ Do you wanna be my girlfriend? Also do you want to play round two? ” I smile as I feel joy in my chest as I nod my head.

“ yes and yes to the last part!! I'm in the mood… that was intense~. ” Tomura chuckles at my response as he presses a kiss on your lips.

“ challenge accepted~!! Ready for this gameplay player two? ” I nod my head, giggling happily, feeling Tomura pulling me close to him.

“ hell yeah!! ”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic (except for Rei and Haruko). However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Just as note, Dabi isn't a member of LOV in this fic. I explain all of it in the chapter, but I didn't want to make him a villain in this fic, mostly cuz that's my baby daddy & he deserves better. Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Four: We're All Friends Here.

“Can you stop doing that, please?” Rei sighs from behind the wheel of his Benz. 

You, sitting in the passenger’s seat beside him, barely spare him a glance. “Doing what?” you ask dryly.

You watch as trees and cars whiz by as Rei drives slightly above the speed limit to get to Fatgum’s wedding. Your feet are up on the dashboard, your painted toes in some sexy-looking Steve Madden heels to match your peach-colored sundress and go along with your braids that you tied up in a bun on your head. 

“Acting like you’re not pissed when you are,” Rei replies. He clenches the wheel so tight that his knuckles are white. “Look, I said I was sorry, Y/N, but I can’t help that I lost my wallet.” 

“No, you can’t,” you begin, about to drag his ass to hell and back, “but you can help that you didn’t show up on time when you specifically told me 9 AM and showed up at 11 PM. The wedding started at 11 PM, Rei.” 

“I’m aware of that,” he growls, forced to stop at a red light. “That’s why I’m hurrying as fast as I can without risking getting a ticket. Cut me some lack, Y/N. I was out patrolling last night.” 

You turn to him, irked. Despite how clean and handsome he looks in his crisp button-down to match your dress, slacks, and red-bottom shoes, that does nothing to distract you from your anger. You had promised Keigo you’d show up on time and you never go back on your promises unless something serious happens. So for Rei to not respect that and make this about his lost wallet (which he found under his car seat later) is really starting to work your nerve.

“You didn’t have to come with me today, Rei,” you say, bite in your tone. “I told you you didn’t have to last night, but you refused. Now we’re two hours late for the wedding! Fatgum is probably already married by now!” 

“We’ll get there,” Rei reassures you, pressing down on the gas as soon as the traffic light flicks to green. “Just chill out, okay? I don’t want us going in here mad at each other.” You feel his hand move to squeeze your knee, but you don’t move to hold his hand or push it away. You try to act like it’s not there, like some pestering fly. 

There is a part of you that feels guilty for being so mad at your boyfriend. You know you can’t help what comes with the job as a pro, but you also know he can sure as hell take off from a night of patrolling, especially on the night before a very important event for you, which he said he’d attend. Even you got your patrols and other pro work out the way this week to prepare for Fatgum’s wedding. 

Rei’s decisions only validate what is more important to him than you are: his ranking. While you understand the pressure he’s under to be the best in the eyes of the public and the Hero’s Commission, you also understand that there is more to life than just a higher popularity number.

Like healthy communication and good sex. And while Rei is a great pro and an even better person, he doesn’t understand that more is needed to be a good boyfriend. 

Your mood only gets lower and lower with every passing minute as you sink deeper into your thoughts. You wonder how it’s possible to have a relationship like Fatgum and Haruko’s. How do two people survive for six years? When do you realize you want to be with someone for the rest of your life? How does it happen? 

You’re hoping for answers when Rei finally gets to the park and parks his car in the lot. By the time you get out of the car, fix your hair, and get Fatgum and Haruko’s wedding gift, the reception has already started. Everyone is now out and about, enjoying the dance floor. Some are on the dance floor, enjoying the tunes the DJ is spinning, while others are lounging at their tables or enjoying the pleasures of the park by snapping photos in the gazebos or taking walks. 

Others are circling the snack table where you find Fatgum and Haruko standing at their large, towering wedding cake drizzled in strawberry and vanilla frosting. Fatgum kisses Haruko’s cheek as they cut the first slice together, their wedding bands glinting in the sun. He catches sight of you and gives you a wink, glad to see you. 

The long snack table they stand at is covered in delicacies and expensive foods only Fatgum thought to add: fruit and cracker towers; charcuterie plates; bowls of salads and soups; spreads of potato salad, collard greens, mac n’ cheese, and every meat and fish known to man: ribeye steaks, grilled salmon, tilapia, chicken, and fried wings coated in hot sauce. Your stomach growls and you realize you haven’t eaten yet. 

“Y/N!” someone calls to you. You find Rumi waving you over to a table where she, Keigo, Sakura, Yu, and Nemuri are all sitting. Keigo is the first to greet you and you have to say that the man certainly knows how to clean up: he looks incredibly handsome in his tailored black suit and red bottom shoes. 

The scent of his cologne fills your nose as you hug him, tickling your senses. “Glad you finally made it,” he says, giving you an adoring smile. Seeing his face seems to make everything better until you notice his smile falter a bit at the sight of Rei behind you. “Tempo!” he happily greets, putting his hand out for a shake. “So you decided to join us losers today.” 

Rei’s eyes tick to Keigo’s hand hesitantly before he slowly takes it, as if unsure if the winged pro is serious with his cordial attitude or not. “Promised to be her date. Of course, I’d show up.” You inwardly sigh, already knowing that Rei’s dislike for Keigo will be an issue today. For some reason, he just doesn’t like your best friend. 

Rumi sidles up to you in her red dress, looking like a damn Amazon. “I bet,” she snickers, “with you lookin’ like that. Tryna take someone else home tonight, sexy?”

You shoo her away with a laugh before walking over to the table where Yu, Nemuri, and Sakura sit, Fatgum and Haruko’s wedding gift still in your hands. “Hey,” you greet, hugging each girl. “Sorry we’re so late. You take pictures of the wedding?” 

“Absolutely!” Nemuri giggles, already moving to show you the slew of pictures on her phone. Your heart melts at the sight of Eri as the flower girl and Fatgum slipping a wedding band onto Haruko’s finger. How you would’ve loved to witness such a beautiful moment! Now, you’re pissed at Rei even more. “But you’re here now!” Yu says with a bright smile. “And you look just as amazing as Sakura does.” 

Sakura blushes at the compliment. “She is right about that,” you giggle, sitting down next to the pink-haired girl. “You do look amazing.” Sakura giggles softly, reminding you of the cutest fairy: tiny, innocent, and pure. “Thank you, but your outfit definitely beats mine with those shoes. I’d die if I walked in those things.” 

Keigo takes a seat between you and Sakura, a new glass of champagne in his hand. You look around, noticing the empty seat that belongs to your renowned good guy, ex-villain friend. “Dabi couldn’t make it?” you mutter to him. 

“More like he couldn’t bribe the warden to give him back his perks after that riot, but he’s workin’ on it,” Keigo whispers back before taking a big gulp of champagne.

You sit back in your seat, disappointed that Dabi won’t be coming, but you should’ve known something would go wrong. He is in prison, after all. 

Dabi has been in your life just as long as Keigo and Rumi. While you met Keigo long before UA, you met Dabi and Rumi at the same time while attending UA for high school. Dabi, you went by Touya Todoroki back then, was training to be a hero and took a liking to you three almost immediately. It was the four of you all day, every day; a special quartet…. 

That is the one day Dabi cracked when his baby brother Shoto was born and his shit father Enji aka no. 1 pro Endeavor became more fond of him than Dabi. After that, he ditched the white hair for stark black, stayed to himself, and started skipping classes until he was finally kicked out. You had no idea what happened. 

Years later when Shoto started attending UA himself was when Dabi finally showed back up. When you and Keigo were called about a LOV attack downtown, you were beyond dumbfounded to see your old friend, all scars and staples, his beautiful, porcelain skin ruined. Even more dumbfounded to realize that he was now a villain and was against his friends. You had cried for weeks over this, being held by Keigo and Rumi, the only two who understood the pain and guilt you felt over Dabi’s new life path. 

However, that was then. Dabi has since changed his tune. After exposing Endeavor’s abusive past to all of Japan and getting him blackballed, Dabi sacrificed himself to save Shoto from a villain attack orchestrated by the LOV, nearly getting killed.

He was in a coma for a month after that. You, Keigo, and Rumi were right there beside him all that time. When he awakened, it was as if he had completely flipped a switch. You don’t know what he experienced while in his coma, but it caused him to wash out his hair dye, leave LOV, and turn himself into the police for his wrongdoings. “I have to atone for my sins,” was all he said. 

It was all over the news for weeks until, like all news, it faded over time. Because Dabi saved Shoto’s life, he and his family (minus Endeavor) implored the judge to shorten his sentence of 50 years behind bars. Now, as part of his deal, Dabi is in prison until his 40th birthday with the possibility of parole with good behavior. Since then, you’ve been visiting and calling him, making sure he’s keeping up with his good track record. 

The last time you saw him was a month ago over drinks. He had strode in with his snow-white hair and an ankle monitor on his ankle that would shock the fuck out of him if he tried to run. As part of his perks, he is given one day of freedom outside of prison every two weeks. He was saving up his days to visit after Fatgum’s wedding, but things took a negative turn when a riot thrown by quirked inmates broke out a week ago. Believing Dabi was the one who orchestrated it, the warden “momentarily” took away Dabi’s perks.

But Dabi is smart, so you know he has some tricks up his sleeve. He was a villain, after all. 

But damn, you wish he was here now to liven up this terribly tense silence that settles on the table. Yu and Nemuri look at Rumi who stares at Keigo who stares at Rei who stares right back at him. You gnaw at your bottom lip, the urge to flee too much. “So, Sakura!” you squeak, cutting through the horrible silence. “How’s work going for you?” 

Sakura looks almost glad that you asked, obviously feeling the tension too. “As soon as it can go when you’re working as a nurse plus customer service,” she sighs tiredly. “I do it for the kids, but those parents try my nerves.” 

“I definitely get it,” you reply empathetically. “As a pro, you have to work well with people too, especially when patrolling.” Sakura’s eyes light up at the mention of your hero work. “Speaking of which, will you be attending the Heroes’ Gala later next month? Are you up for any awards?” 

“Yep!” you proudly say. “I’m up for best fighter, so I’ve been really trying to go hard with my training.”

Keigo smirks at you. “I got the bruises to prove it,” he chuckles, alluding to your training sessions that have taken a pause due to Fatgum’s wedding and because you didn’t want to give Keigo any more bruises that he couldn’t cover. Yet another reason why Rei strongly dislikes your friend: your closeness. He doesn’t quite understand that this is just the relationship you and Keigo share. It’s like the bond between brother and sister. 

“What about you, Rei?” Sakura asks. Rei smiles at her, and you can tell he’s overjoyed that she asked. “I’m nominated for most fearless,” he proudly states as he sips his champagne. “Then at the end of the year, I’m heading for no. 8. That’s why I’ve been working like the world is gonna end lately. Y/N definitely knows.” 

You duck your head to hide your irked expression. “Yeah,” you mutter before you can stop yourself. “I definitely know.” Luckily, only Keigo and Rumi hear you and share a look between each other. One of them has to get you out of here before you start stabbing your boyfriend. “Seesh, look at that waterfall!” Rumi hollers, pointing to the foundation at the snack table overflowing with chocolate fondu and surrounded by guests. 

“Y/N, help me fight to get at that fondu fountain. My sweet tooth is talkin’ to me.” Rumi gets out of her seat and loops your arm in hers, dragging you away from the table. “Bring back some wings!” Keigo shouts after you both as you walk away from the group and head towards the snack table. 

As you do, Rumi snatches a glass of champagne from a random tray and hands it to you. “Had to get you out of there,” she whispers. “That shit was awkward. You looked like you were about to choke Rei out.” 

“I can’t help it,” you groan defeatedly. “This morning was a shit show! It wasn’t the fact he lost his wallet, but he showed up so late when he promised he’d be at our condo by 9. I missed the wedding because of his negligence.” 

“Seems like he’s been negligent with a few things lately,” Rumi replies knowingly. “I can tell. When he’s over, all I hear is him and no you.” You stare at her wide-eyed. “Yes, I can hear y’all have sex, Y/N,” she chuckles, pointing at her ears. “With these things, I can hear a tree fall in the forest.” 

“That’s so embarrassing,” you groan. You’re not sure if you’re referring to the fact that your friend has heard you and your boyfriend have sex or to the fact that you’re crickets compared to Rei.  “So I’m guessin’ the sex has been lacking too?” Rumi questions, raising a brow when you finally make it to the snack table. 

You busy yourself with gathering some salad with a side of grilled chicken and potato salad to hide your embarrassment. “It’s only because he’s been working so hard to get his award and a high rank,” you say in a hushed tone for Rumi’s ears only. “And when we do have sex, he’s not as attentive as I want him to be. Either that or I’m not connecting with him.” 

Rumi scowls confusedly at you, a kabob of fruit for fondu in her hand. “I’m not following.”

You sigh, realizing you’ll have to be a bit clearer. “I love Rei,” you explain, “but I feel nothing when we have sex. When we kiss or have any other physical contact that isn’t sexual, I get the urge to fuck him, but when I actually do it, there are no fireworks setting off in my head.” 

Even saying it makes you feel ill. “Sex is a big part of relationships for me. Without that, what do we have?”

Rumi whistles lowly, a hand on her toned hip. “A very dry relationship in need of some lubin’ up,” she replies. “Either that or just dumb the guy.” You glare at her angrily and she puts her hands up in defense. “Look, I know you don’t want to break up with him over this, but if you’re this upset over it, why even bother? You don’t even look happy, girl!” 

You want to point out to Rumi that it isn’t like Rei is a casual hookup or a guy you’ve only been dating for a few weeks. You’ve been together for a year! You have history and he’s truly a great boyfriend despite the dry spell and your feelings of being neglected because of his work. “I love him, Rumi,” you say, exasperated, “and I wanna try with him.” 

That’s all the reason you give Rumi but it’s enough to shut her up. “Give me some advice,” you plead. “You have good sex, right? And don’t act like you don’t ‘cause you’re not exactly quiet either.” 

You raise a knowing brow at her. Many times you’ve heard the bunny hero going at it in her bedroom with her hookups of the week, most of them during nights when you’re in need of sleep before work. 

Rumi gives you a sheepish smile. “Guilty as charged,” she chuckles. “Well, have you ever talked to him about your kinks?” 

Her simple question makes you reach back into the furthest parts of your brain for an answer. Have you talked about your kinks with Rei? You’ve tried the handcuffs, but since that didn’t work, kink never saw the light of day again in your relationship.

However, you can’t remember ever flat-out telling him you loved spankings or for a guy to spit on your pussy. And what about your degradation kink? Or your desire for exhibitionism? He’d look at you like you’re crazy! 

You shake your head silently at Rumi. “Start there then,” she encourages. “Or maybe try to do something more adventurous with him to spice things up. That usually always works.” She passes you a fresh glass of champagne. “I’d suggest gettin’ some alcohol in him first.” 

You turn back to stare at Rei, finding him chatting with Jeanist and Ms. Joke. Nervous butterflies flutter in your stomach at Rumi’s advice, but it’s something you know will probably be easier than you believe it will be…right? 

“Hey, you two!” Keigo grabs you and Rumi’s attention, looking impatient. “You gonna gossip or get some wings for me? I need some before I pick either one of you as a dance partner.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at both of you and begins subtly moving his hips to the band playing a cover of Rihanna, the lead singer crooning into the mic. 

Rumi looks at him in playful disgust. “With your big ass wings?” she scoffs. “No, thanks. You’d knock me over.” Keigo gives her a mock offended look as she sashays by him, heading back to the table. “Come on, you two!” she shouts over her shoulder. 

You inwardly groan, not wanting to sit back down in the awkwardness of that table. But when Keigo gives you that reassuring smile that everything will be okay, all of that dread vanishes. “Well, she’s waiting for us, baby bird.” He hooks his arm through yours, smiling at you. “Better not keep her waiting.” 

Without another word, you let Keigo drag you back to the table with your food and much-needed champagne in hand. 

[mika-writes-fanfics]

Healing Touch

Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction

Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?

Warnings/Tags: canon-typical violence, kidnapping, threats, mention of blood, Stockholm syndrome, eventual smut, kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk

Author's Note: This is a reworking of my old fic, "Healing Hands". I've changed some stuff around, gotten rid of unnecessary paragraphs/sentences, and made the pacing faster. I felt like my last one dragged on for too long and I kept getting stuck. It also didn't help that I wrote most of it while high but I'm not gonna make that mistake again lol. I hope you enjoy the new version.

Abbreviation Guide: Y/N (your name), E/C (eye color), F/C (favorite color)

Word Count: 3K

Chapter One: Imprisoned

“Tomura, I do hope you intend to inform us what the emergency is,” Mr.Compress says to Tomura. There’s annoyance in his voice, thinly veiled by his usual aura of elegance and typical polite tone. 

“Yeah, this better be important. What gives? Didya really need to have Kurogiri warp us here without notice?” Dabi agrees and further criticizes Tomura. 

“Don’t question my judgment, this is extremely important,” Tomura defends.  “We have a new member.” The league members’ faces seem deadpanned, bored and unbelieving. There was no one new in sight. 

“You hallucinating or something? I don’t see a newbie,” Dabi contests with sarcasm. Toga giggles at Dabi’s statement of the obvious. “This better not be a chick with an invisible quirk.” A loud, exasperated sigh escapes Tomura’s lips and scratches at his neck in palpable irritation. 

“You idiots, she’s not here yet. It’ll be any minute now so listen up. She’s not a willing addition, but her quirk will be useful to us. We’ll need to keep an eye on her to prevent her from escaping,” Tomura explains, still somewhat agitated. Toga squeals in excitement as some of the other members converse with one another in whispers. 

“I’m so happy! Another girl is joining? This is gonna be so much fun, we could be like sisters!” Toga squeals and gushes with excitement. She blushes at the next thought of the new female addition. “Maybe she’ll even let me drink her blood!”

“Hold up, how’s she supposed to be useful to us if she doesn’t even follow our mission? Couldn’t she just use her quirk against us?” Dabi opposes. 

“Impossible. She has a healing quirk, there’s no way she could overpower us. Besides, we have too much offense, every party needs a support class,” Tomura counters.  “Healers are hard to come by and we need her cooperation,” Tomura adds. He glares at Toga and addresses his following words to her. “So no stabbing and bloodsucking, Toga. I’ll dust you before I warn you again.” 

A warp portal appears in the room, suddenly. Everyone in the room tenses in alert and anticipation. Kurogiri partially steps through, with one of his arms still in the haze. The nomu continues to step through, pulling out a very terrified you from the mist. You attempt to thrash and bolt, but after a few well-placed portals, Kurogiri has you restrained by the wrists with his own hands. 

Your eyes are wide and darting everywhere around you. Your panic is on display for a bunch of strange people, who you can only assume are villains. You had just started your (study abroad program/work transfer) in Japan. You were only in Japan for a couple of weeks, not even familiar with your route to (campus/work). How were you supposed to know what parts of the city were dangerous? How could you have known what the local villains looked like? Your ignorance and vulnerability are what led you to these circumstances. An ill-fated encounter with a wounded Tomura led your good intentions to be taken advantage of. You just wanted to help someone who could have been close to death. Your conscience would have haunted your thoughts if you ignored him, especially when you had the power to help. How could you have known he was a villain looking for a full-time healer? If only your quirk had blessed you with a stronger constitution and strength, for all it took to kidnap you was a hard blow to the head. A phone call to Kurogiri made it easy for you to disappear without a trace. You were stacked up against impossible odds. Luck was never on your side.

“Speak, tell them your name,” Tomura commands you. 

Despite your precarious situation, you can’t help but let your emotions show. You furrow your brows and the corner of your mouth twitches. “I’m not your fucking dog, stop commanding me like one,” you spit with malice. Your e/c eyes narrow in contempt. 

Tomura’s head whips around and he turns to face you. You suppress a shiver when his angry red eyes peer at you through Father’s hand. Time seems to slow as his steps close in on you. He roughly grabs your chin with four fingers, his pinky hovering close to your skin. Your face is pulled closer to his, making it easier to see his glare. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be followed. Do I need to remind you what my hands can do? Now tell them your name.”

Not wanting to piss him off further, you wager your best interest entails complying with his demand. You clench your jaw. You had to swallow your pride, the situation called for it. “Y/n. My name is y/n,” You respond, voice filled with bitterness. Tomura loosens his grip on your jaw, mumbling something about wanting to ‘fix your attitude’. He instructs Kurogiri to unhand you and the two of them give you some space. 

“Y/n is pretty! We’re going to be best friends!” Toga exclaims and jumps off the barstool, approaching you. You give her a confused look at Toga’s giddy and friendly demeanor. Toga throws herself at you to embrace you in a hug, a gesture that borders on insanity given how the two of you barely know one another. Your apprehension and stiffness go unnoticed by the blonde. 

“Um, thanks?” you reply with reluctance. Worryingly, the teen is much stronger than she appears. 

“Since we’re friends and all, can I have some of your blood? I think people look even prettier when they’re covered in blood,” She gushes. Your expression can only be described as that of dawning horror. You’re beginning to realize how a girl like her ended up in such a crowd. 

“Miss Toga, I understand you have an affinity for blood but please keep in mind what Tomura said,” a masked man wearing a trench coat remarks. The man lazily swirls marbles in a gloved hand. His demeanor and speech are quite eloquent and formal, standing out from the rest of the group. You note that perhaps he could be reasoned with. After all, he’s almost defending you against the teen’s apparent blood lust.

“Ugh, that’s so boring!” Toga whines. Tomura shoots her a warning glare from behind his mask, or rather his hand. She releases you from her embrace, sighing loudly. She spins on her heels and grabs your hand. Her tone sounds a bit dejected when she speaks again. “I guess since we can’t do that, I’ll introduce you to everybody.” She parades you around the room, introducing you to everyone. You already knew of Tomura and Kurogiri of course, so no introduction is needed there. The process is awkward at the very least, but the other members don’t seem to care much. There’s not exactly a social script for meeting your captors.  

You learn the esteemed man in the white mask goes by Mr.Compress, or just Compress for short. It seemed like a strange name initially until Toga explained his quirk involves compressing and reducing anything he desires into small marbles. You shudder to think of what it would feel like to be trapped in such a way. The next introduction is for a man in a black and white body suit. His suit covers his face as well. The man’s name is Twice and he makes clones of people. His behavior is quite erratic, as he’ll often say one thing and immediately follow with a statement saying the opposite. You’ve been shuffled around the room and learned the names of almost everybody except for one other person. Toga pushes you in the direction of a man adorned with many piercings and staples. 

“And this is Dabi! He’s got a fire quirk,” Toga introduces. You take in his features quickly, not wanting to stare too much but wanting to pair his face with a name. There’s a lot about him that sticks out to you. There are large swaths of deep scars on his arms, neck, and face. The seams between the scars and healthy skin are joined together with silver staples. Even the scars beneath his eyes are littered with staples. But apart from his scars and piercings, his gaze is piercing. He has eyes that seem to see right through you, scrutinizing you with his cobalt blue irises. 

“Y/n, was it?” He asks. His voice catches you off guard, as this is the first time you’ve heard him speak. It’s deep and smoky. In different circumstances, it’d make you weak in the knees. 

“Y-yeah,” you confirm. Your voice sounds meek when you speak. He merely hums in acknowledgment and doesn’t question you further. Though, with the way his eyes still follow you and the way his brows are slightly pinched together, you wager there’s something he still wants to ask you. 

“Toga, Twice, you two show her to her room. It’s the last room off the hall,” Tomura instructs, shooing the two of them off with a gesture.

“You got it, boss!” Twice agrees, enthusiastically. His tone and voice rapidly shift to a more whiny and annoyed attitude, “No! Why me?” 

Toga agrees without refusal, unlike Twice. Though, despite Twice’s uttered resistance, he complies with Tomura’s request regardless. You think that Twice’s mannerisms will take some getting used to. Maybe eventually his switches won’t be as jarring. As the two of them are about to lead you up the stairs, Kurogiri interjects. 

“Miss y/n, we found your residence. We went ahead and gathered most of your belongings, excluding devices of course,” Kurogiri informs you. 

You blink once, then twice. You can’t help but think, ‘Excuse me, but what the fuck?’

“Wow, you broke into my house, looked through my things, and took my stuff? Thanks, how considerate of you,” you sarcastically remark. 

“It’s no problem, y/n,” Kurogiri accepts. You think he surely cannot be serious, but nothing in his mannerisms or tone of voice makes you believe so. This guy has seemingly no sense of your sarcasm. He’s almost robotic in that sense. Toga, once again, grabs your hand and leads you around. The three of you climb up the stairs and walk down the hallway without further incidents. 

“This is yours!” Toga announces. She swings the door open and invites herself in. You begrudgingly cross the threshold as well with Twice coming in behind you. 

Boxes of your things are stacked, rather neatly, in the corner of the room. They’re all categorized and labeled. Evidently, Kurogiri is efficient and meticulous with details. You walk over and open the box labeled clothes. Sure enough, you see your clothes, neatly folded in the cardboard. Kurogiri was not exaggerating when he said they gathered most of your things. The thought simultaneously scares and humiliates you. For them to figure out your address and take your thing raises three concerns. One, Tomura and Kurogiri could access information that you did not carry on your person. Two, now that your apartment is now empty, it could appear to the authorities that you ran away without notice. Lastly, and arguably a much smaller concern in comparison, is that you can’t remember if you had brought anything embarrassing with you from home. 

“I’ll help you unpack!” Twice offers, before immediately countering himself. “No way, that’s too much work.” 

Before he’s able to open a box, you interrupt quickly. You shout, “No!” Your outburst catches him off guard. He freezes in his tracks. You realize your reaction might seem odd, so you try to salvage the situation to the best of your ability. “Please, let me do it. Organizing stuff calms me down. Today’s been a lot for me.” Truthfully, it’s not exactly why you’d like Twice and Toga to leave you be, but the lie is plausible enough to be believable. 

Toga taps a finger to her cheek, thinking over it. “Well I guess Tomura didn’t order us to move you in, so it should be fine. Unpacking stuff sounds really boring anyways,” She admits. You feel your shoulders relax a bit. The two of them walk to your door before Toga stops in the doorway. There’s a more threatening aura about her when she adds, “I’d hate to have to chase you down and get yelled at by Tomura, so don’t try anything. Twice and I will be down the hall, okay?” She looks at you, either gauging your reaction or waiting for you to confirm. You decide to just nod and mutter out an ‘okay’, to which she gives you her signature manic smile and resumes her usual happy-go-lucky demeanor. 

The two of them finally leave your room. You listen to their footsteps travel down the hall before fading out. The breath you didn’t realize you were holding releases. You’re finally alone. You take a moment for yourself, sitting on the creaky bed frame and mattress. You look around the room, trying to take note of everything. You’ve been provided with a bed, desk, and dresser. The walls are plain. The room is windowless. When you stop to think of it, you can’t remember seeing any windows in the other parts of the building so far either. Not to mention, you noticed that this particular hallway was a dead end. These four walls already feel suffocating to you. It’s a perfect prison, and it’s filled with wardens. 

As hopeless as your situation feels right now, you can’t afford to wallow in it. You decide to busy yourself instead of spiraling into despair. There are stacks of boxes filled with your things, after all. You’ll be kept busy and away from your thoughts for at least a while. Your situation sucks, but you’re thankful you have the comfort of having your things. Surrounding yourself with familiarity might help you. 

You’re in the process of unpacking your third box when you hear the sound of heavy boots coming toward your room. The door is still ajar from when Toga and Twice left, so you’re able to see who it is. You’re a bit surprised to see Dabi, considering he didn’t say much to you initially. He leans leisurely against your door frame. Clearly, he’s in no hurry to do much. You’re not sure why, but his staring makes you squirm.

“You guys should invest in a surveillance system, isn’t hovering around me boring?” you say, breaking the silence. Your attitude must have been amusing to him, as he gives a light chuckle at you. Just like his voice, his laugh is a bit naturally husky. 

“Not when you act so feisty, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone bite back at Tomura like that,” he snickers. “It’d be a shame for him to break that attitude.”

“Is there something you need from me? Besides entertainment?” You quip. 

“Your quirk, how does it work?” He questions. He straightens his posture, no longer leaning on the doorway. His expression is more serious. If you squint, you think there’s a hint of curiosity in his gaze.  

You think it’s best to just show him. You activate your quirk, focusing it on one part of your body. Your hands glow a f/c hue and begin feeling cold to the touch. “I create a layer of stem cells on my skin. It’s at the expense of my metabolic energy and makes me freeze, so overuse can be dangerous,” You explain. You shut off your quirk and glance at your hands. Your fingers feel a bit stiff. 

“So what can you heal?”

“It’s easier to explain what I can’t heal.”

“Go on,” he says and motions. He seems to be intrigued. 

“Anything that’s already been healed by the body, like scars or old injuries, won’t react to my quirk. Neither will infections or autoimmune diseases. I can’t regrow lost limbs either, unless the original arm is still mostly intact and… um… ‘fresh’. As a whole, I work best with more surface-level injuries than deep, internal ones.” 

“You seem to know a lot about this. You some sort of doctor or nurse?”

“Tried to be at one point. I know people with healing quirks are expected to be surgeons, doctors, or nurses, but I don’t want to be defined by just my quirk.”

“Would your quirk work on me?”

“It should. I could try and see,” you offer. He nods, permitting you to touch him. You’re about to ask him where you should heal him, but he offers his hands, palms facing you. You stand up from your place on the floor and walk over to him. His appearance starts to make sense to you when you inspect his hands. Dabi’s wrists and parts of his palms are slightly burned. The scarring must be a mixture of burn scars and grafts. Does his own fire hurt him?

Not wanting to scrutinize him any further with your staring, you clasp your hands around one of his. His hands are much larger than yours. The familiar f/c glow emanates from your hands, along with your quirk’s characteristic cooling effect. Meanwhile, Dabi’s hands are incredibly warm to the touch, a stark juxtaposition from yours. Even his metal staples, which you’d expect to feel cold, are warmed to a comfortable temperature. 

“You weren’t kidding, your hands are like ice,” he comments. Aside from the coldness, he feels the rawness from the burns slowly subsiding. The seam between his healthy and grafted skin even seems to close over. 

“Small price for you to pay for good results,” you muse. You release his hands from your grasp and inspect your work. His skin appears to have healed over, taking on the same pale shade as his other healthy skin. He retracts his hand from you and sees for himself. There’s just a hint of relief and awe in his eyes as he flexes his fingers, noticing the difference. 

“Heh, not bad,” he admits. “Sorry to disappoint, but your ice hands don’t bother me. In case you haven’t noticed, I run hot.” He glances at his hand one more time before nonchalantly shoving both hands in his pockets. He turns on his heels but doesn’t leave yet.

 “See ya around,” he adds. He strolls away, leaving you to recollect yourself and unpack everything. 

Masterlist

Link to AO3

[emmaelix]

The Masterlist

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED

Read the Rules of Engagement for Requests + my fandoms here

MY HERO ACADEMIA

aka: so we're using our made-up names?

KATSUKI BAKUGO:

dynamight. literally.

Headcanons of watching his favorite movie with him

Headcanons of him being a dad

Headcanons of how he acts when you're on your period

Short Story of your funeral

Domestic Pomeranians, possibly part one: Domestic Bakugo fluff, no death or anything, I promise ;) This is chapter one possibly and I hope there are more who knows

The Blood Splatters Series: In which I try to make the leak less sad by changing it. Basically, someone has access to the LOV and is trying to get to all of the powerful new heroes. Bakugo happens to be one of those heroes. And Y/n Y/l/n, also known as Miss Megaphone, and his girlfriend, happens to be another.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

IZUKU MIDORIYA:

broccoli boy and I will be calling him as such. he isn't really my favorite.

Headcanons of him being a dad

SHOTO TODOROKI:

if all of each of my friend's personal issues was compiled into a big anime mess. but hot. (and cold)

Headcanons of watching his favorite movie with him

Headcanons of him being a dad

Headcanons of how he acts when you're on your period

Short Story of your funeral

The Rain: Shoto x Reader: Shoto and the reader's romance from start to end, all through the rain

DENKI KAMINARI:

his hairstyle isn't spiky enough for being the definition of sticking one's finger in a light socket.

Headcanons of watching his favorite movie with him

Headcanons of him being a dad

Short Story of your funeral

Denki Kaminari x Fem! Reader: Sorry, My Phone Was Burning: Denki needs to be picked up and calls Y/n, but she's baking a cake

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA:

rock hard. I want this man to be the father of my children. (sorry boyfriend! you've been replaced)

Headcanons of watching his favorite movie with him

Headcanons of him being a dad

Period Pains; Eijiro x Fem! Reader: The title pretty much says it all, lol, I wrote this while on my period

Don't Let Them Die; Eijiro x Fem! Reader: Kirishima, Bakugo, and Reader were on patrol and met Dabi, who poisoned them. The fic is based on Eiji's last moments

Soundwaves; Eijiro x Fem! Reader: Kiri died and the reader has a soundwave tattoo of his last voicemail that some of her students notice

HITOSHI SHINSO:

if he could mind control me not to do stupid crap that'd be great.

Headcanons of how he acts when you're on your period

Headcanons of him being a dad

Promise Rings: Shinsou x Aizawa! Reader: Mineta is replaced by Y/n Aizawa, she and Shinsou spar, and then fights some other folks from 1-A. Wholesome not quite a secret relationship. (I love those with Hito, don't I?)

The Apocalypse Series: An apocalypse has happened at the hands of the LOV. Reader and Hitoshi are in a secret relationship.

Chapter One

KEIGO TAKAMI/HAWKS:

come fly with me come fly let's fly awayyy

Headcanons of watching his favorite movie with him

Headcanons of how he acts when you're on your period

Regenerate, Rinse, Repeat: Hawks X Fem! Reader: The least SFW work you'll probably ever see me do because 1. I'm terrible at smut and 2. I prefer reading and writing fluff. Hawks and the reader are sent on a Mafia mission

Request! Keigo if someone was staring: How Hawks/Keigo would deal with meeting a reader for the first time who is just staring at him with no expression. He says something and the reader realizes they were staring and their eyes widen and then they shake their head to snap themselves out of it, instead asking for a Hawks plushie they can't reach

Someone Call Keigo; Hawks x Pregnant! Reader: I think I used fem pronouns for the reader in this one. The reader is pregnant and goes into labor while visiting UA. Hawks is on patrol and the reader has to call him

DABI/TOUYA TODOROKI:

burnt biscuit.

Short Story of your funeral

TOMURA SHIGARAKI/TENKO SHIMURA:

vacuums all around the world worship this man.

Short Story of your funeral

THE MEDORAN CHRONICLES:

aka: every fantasy story ever, but it's still good. Also HOT MEN

NIYX READON:

you took doom and gloom too far and now their child depression is meeting its match. the unwillingness to live.

A Thousand Years Songfic: Pretty simple, meet-to-death songfic

BEAR RONNIGAN:

barnold eustace arthur ronnigan half of your name is underlined in red on grammerly.

Ava's Battle Series:

DISCONTINUED: READ ON WATTPAD

Chapter One

THE VIDEO GAME (AKA Time Princess)

aka: a severe waste of my time that does not help my incredibly high standards. (again, sorry boyfriend)

THE SACRED BEAST:

oh, hot and angsty men

The Sacred Beast Chapter Two Scenes 6-8 Re-write

THE PERFECT STORM:

awesome, even more hot and angsty men. but this time- pirates.

The Perfect Storm Chapter Two Scenes 16-probably the rest re-write

PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS + HEROES OF OLYMPUS

aka: it reminds me of the time when I didn't realize horizons (what my school called gifted and talented) in elementary school was basically the school-wide autism club.

LEO VALDEZ:

happy Latino version of burnt biscuit (aka dabi aka touya todoroki aka freakin' pick something)

Flaming Tounges & Other Nonsense Part 1 (Two to come much later/never because my draft got deleted): Leo and the reader are going on a date when it gets crashed by time travelers!

Ladylike, or Not: Daughter of Neptune, and pirate captain. Rescuing a bunch of crazy people from drowning

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

aka: all men over the age of fifty cried the day they watched this. my father cried because of nostalgia. I cried because the speakers were too loud and I had a migraine.

Hen: Hangman X Fem! Reader: Basically a shitpost fic. Events of TG:M, but with an added character. Y/n "Hen" Bradshaw

BONES

aka: here we have a wild seeley booth. his goal is to find a mate, and he has his eye a wild temperance brennan. these beautiful women are smart and unpredictable, so it may take several attempts to woo her.

!Cross-posted to The Oregon Files Fandom! For anyone not familiar with The Oregon Files, it's a book series where Juan Cabrillo and his crew go around solving cases for the CIA. Bones is a tv show about a forensic anthropologist and her pet FBI agent. This is around season 3/4-ish

THE OREGON FILES

aka: how are you all not dead yet?

!Cross-posted to the Bones Fandom! For anyone not familiar with The Oregon Files, it's a book series where Juan Cabrillo and his crew go around solving cases for the CIA. Bones is a tv show about a forensic anthropologist and her pet FBI agent. This is around book 15

[dabisbratz]

hihihi!! can i put in a request pleaseeeee?

can i please get dabi with a breeding, spit and impact play?

thank you so much darlin!

MOTIVATION.

a/n: thank you for the request, honey~

WARNING: nsfw, face slapping, spanking, daddy kink (written once or twice), spitting, breeding, mentions “getting knocked up” but there will be no result in pregnancy. reader’s genitals are open ended.

“Why don’t you make me?” You grit out through clenched teeth, your fists by your sides are curled into fists. He didn’t get it, he didn’t understand. It was like you weren’t allowed to be stressed. You wanted to be taken out of your own head, to put the bubbling anger to rest. And you didn’t even know why you were angry. Dabi’s eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, flicker up the second you challenge him. You know not to make mistakes like that.

He doesn’t make the first move, he waits for you to do it. That’s all he needs, you to walk over to him with humiliation heating up your skin. He knows you’re aware of how bratty you’re being, he just wants you to wait. He wants you to anticipate. Truthfully, he wants you to be scared. The second you’re on him he’d gripped your chin, forcing it open and staring at your lips.

You expect him to shove his fingers in your mouth, maybe spit in it to “Finally shut you up,” but he finds satisfaction in slapping you across the face. His staples pull against his cheek when he grins, his thumb caressing your cheekbone as he coos. He loves the sounds you make when you’re caught by surprised, he loves the stupid look on your face when you look up at him with teary eyes.

“Wanna try that again, dolly?” But fuck that, fuck him. Dabi wasn’t someone who tolerated brattiness, but he loved a challenge. You didn’t mouth off often, but it was already too late, you had already pushed this hard. So why not push a little further? He watches you cross your arms against your chest, unable to forget the sniffling sound you make to hide a quiet whimper.

“Sugar.” There was your final warning. It was full of faux exasperation. Dabi wasn’t very patient when it came to you, but he could be cautious when he wanted to be. So he grabs your throat and hauls you up, pushes you down into the leather couch he couldn’t wait to see you fucked out on. He wastes no time burning away the fabric of your clothes, leaving you completely naked. It wasn’t exactly fair, per say, seeing as he was fully dressed while you had to writhe in the remains of your clothing.

But you’re such a brat, pushing your hands against his grabbing ones. So big, so calloused, it’s practically driving you insane. Adorned by rings, the cold metal makes shivers run up your spine. He gropes wherever you can, squeezes your hips and rolls his fingers over the buds of your nipples with a long groan. It goes straight into the shell of your ear, making you twist your legs in an attempt to get him off. It’s all a facade, just because you were too prideful to admit that, maybe, you did regret talking back to him like that.

“I know, honey, you just want a big, strong man to make it all better, don’t you?” He purrs, catching his teeth on your earlobe before pulling away. He leaves you neglected, pushing the back of your knees with his large hands to bring them up and out. He pauses to watch you clench on nothing, to twitch under his gaze and moan softly. Through your own fit of frustrated arousal, you try to squeeze your thighs together, but his hold on you is too strong, and he feels it.

“You don’t? That’s such a shame, sweetheart. I could’ve really fucked you outta that pretty head of yours, help with whatever’s got you actin’ like a fuckin’ brat.” He growls mid sentence, using his hand to smack the swell of your ass with enough force to make you jolt. The thought of him leaving you high and dry makes you sob, spreading your legs wider as you quietly plead, ‘Nonono, I’ll be a good boy, I promise. Please let me cum, I’ll be a good boy, I willIwillIwill-’ He hums, as if contemplating.

“Atta boy,” He replies, gruff under the contact on his lips being pressed against your hole. He leaves a soft kiss before slipping his tongue inside, grunting against the resistance. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, the look clearly telling you to relax for him. He pushes a lubed finger in along with it, though you weren’t entirely sure when he even got it because you were so dead set on letting out your frustrations. His words are so guttural, hushed by the squelching sound of his fingers and tongue. “That’s all you wanted, isn’t it? You wanna be treated like a prince, that it? C’mon, sweetie, let me in, would’ja? Ask for it, baby.”

You go lax into the couch, melting into the arm he has wrapped around your thigh. It’s a rough concoction of in, out, in, out, that has you sobbing into your knuckles. You can't help but babble, asking for anything, everything he has with a heavy tongue. He pulls away with a loud grunt, letting your thigh fall into the couch, but not before spitting directly on your hole. Whatever anger you felt earlier completely diminishes when his fingers loop beneath his jeans, when he pulls them off and throws them across the room. He takes off his shirt next, leaving his cock in the tight confine of his boxers. You can see it twitch, the head peeking through the waist band.

“But you know I could do whatever I want with you, don't you?” The question is rhetorical, the villain being too busy squeezing himself through his underwear to actually care about an answer. When his gaze returns back to you it’s heavy and lidded, a lazy smile on his face. He lets it spring free, his thick cock jumping against the waistband. “It’s a shame you were being a brat earlier. You want it? I’ll fuck your greedy hole til’ it’s full, you wanna carry my babies for me? God, you’re so easy.”

He chuckles, finally letting his cock completely free. You can feel his fingers prodding again, watching his face twist into something so carnal makes your stomach fill with heat. But fuck that, you’ve waited enough. If he wanted to tease, you could too. “Fuck, please. C’mon, I don’t care. Want it to hurt, just—fuck— give it to me, breed me. Wanna… Wanna be full, Dabi, please. Wan’ that cum inside me, fuckin’ fill me up alre-”

“Really got a mouth on you,” He doesn’t need to be told twice, moaning as he slips the head of his cock inside and forces it in, against the tight ring thats fucking clamping, clenching down on him so hard it feels like heaven. He could stay inside you all day, keep his cock warm inside of you while you carry his cum. He knows he can’t knock you up, not for real, but fuck if he wasn’t going to try. He likes hearing your surprised moans, hearing your babbling get cut short as you moan and scream into his lips. He’s so fast, thrusting like his life depends on it, like he’s got somewhere to be later. He watches you bounce, rearranges your legs into a much more comfortable mating press, and you can feel his balls slap against you again and again and again. “Shit, there you go. Take it all, good boy.”

Holy shit, you’re going to die. You’re going to die speared on your villain boyfriend’s dick, while he pummels into you like he was designed to do it. He forces you to look straight into his eyes, and when your vision goes dark for a few seconds you think you actually died. But there’s cum splattered across your chest, and- oh.

“Good boy, gonna wait for me, huh? Gonna fill you up. Such a good boy, cumming on my cock like you were made for it. Thank me for it, thank Daddy for making you a daddy.” He forces your lips apart and spits directly onto your tongue, a wet trail connecting your lips. You can feel his cock twitching side of you, the pulsating pushing you over the edge once again when- fuck, finally- Dabi’s cum spurts deep inside of you.

“Thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou..”

“Shut up,” You can hear the smile in his voice, and he makes no effort to pull out when he rearranges the two of you on his couch. He relishes in the sound of your overstimulated moans, cooing before patting your cheek once more. Not as hard as the first time, but hard enough to make the mark from earlier reappear. “Brat.”

[duckugou]

love u like an alcoholic (nsfw)

Dabi x fem reader, Hawks x fem reader

Cw: toxic ass hoes, jealousy, angst as fuck, unprotected sex, a lil rough but not really, male masturbation a lil bit, sorta cucking?, unprotected sex, biting, overstimulation a touch, quirkless au- its also not proofread

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

this ones for u jennie LMAO

!!part 2 is here AHHHH!!

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Every time he dismissed you, youd want more. Every night, you were desperate for it- his acceptance. Even if it was just between his sheets.

You liked to believe that he meant the words he groaned out with his dick buried in you. "My cunt. My good girl."

But you knew he didn't mean it. You were just a hook up. That, however, couldn't stop your want- your need.

So once you decided to prove to him that he needed you- that if you were to be only his to use, he had to do something about it. You knew the bar he went to every Friday. And you knew just the dress to wear while you both pretended to not know each other.

Walking into the bar alone, you felt eyes on you. Men that wanted to pounce. Men that wanted to touch you as you walked by, offer you a drink even. Women that wanted to protect you from said men. Hell, women that wanted to join those men.

You're one track minded, though, making your way to the bar itself and asking the bartender for your favorite drink. Taking a look around, you catch eyes with the most gorgeous blue eyed man- one that you know pretty well from stories and photos. That could only mean hes here too.

You glance to the right of the black haired man and, would ya look at that, there he is. Keigo Tamaki. The man that has used you for months and made you crave him every second of every day. And he was there with a tall brunette on his arm, giggling at everything he said and touching his chest lightly.

"Here ya are, miss. Hey, be careful tonight. There's some... harsh people that come here." The bartender grabbed your attention again, making you turn back around and thank him for the drink and his thoughtful words. Fortunately for you, you wouldn't have to be careful.

Turning back around, you notice the blue eyed man looking straight at you. Sending him a wink and a smile, you turn back around, taking a sip of the drink you paid for and mentally preparing yourself.

A few moment later, you feel someone sit next to you.

"Hey, sweetness. What brings you here all alone?" The deep voice asks, bringing your attention to his bright eyes that contrasted the scars on his face.

"Oh, just a long week. Needed to... take a break from the world." You reply, swirling the ice cubes around your glass.

"Oh I know the feeling- hey bartender! Get her another- and get me a whiskey." He gestured to the man behind the bar that sent you worried eyes. You gave him a reassuring look, to which he sighed and got your drinks.

"Oh god- I'm not even done with this one!" You giggle, peering over his shoulder and seeing Keigo completely entranced with the brunette girl in front of him.

"Ah, yeah but I'll be here a while. Whats your name, sweets?" He asks, waving off the bartender that set your drinks down in front of you.

"Y/n, yours?"

"Toya- but call me Dabi."

"Okay, Dabi," You started, noticing his shoulders stiffen at the way you say his name. "What about you? What brings you to the bar?"

"My stupid fuckin friend. Always wants me to come out with him and be his wingman or some shit. I usually go home by now, but seeing someone like you here is... rare." He confirms, looking you up and down, noticing how your dress rides up your thighs.

"Oh, is it? Well, your friend sounds like a drag, I'll be honest." You laugh lightly.

"Yeah and hes always talking about how I'm the wing man because I can't get any myself."

You feel a pang of hurt for the beautiful man in front of you. Keigo is an asshole. But you cant get rid of the feeling of being drawn to him over and over again. Maybe this Dabi guy will change that. Doubtful, but possible.

"Let's go prove him wrong!" You say excitedly, downing the remainder of your first drink and grabbing your second, standing up.

"Shit, I'd be glad to show you off, babe." He said, linking arms with you and pulling you towards his group of friends.

"Hey fuck face-" Dabi begins, making Keigo look over. "-I got a hot one myself, tonight." He flips him a middle finger, snickering.

Keigo pays no mind to his friend, or the brunette, for a moment. He can only look at you as his face drops. Why are you here? In that fucking dress? With Dabi? What the fuck is going on? You look too good to be in a nasty bar like this and you know it.

His eyes are filled with panic as he remembers his situation, the girl beside him trailing her fingers up his arm.

"O-oh nice dude. Didn't uh- think you had it in you." He stutters out, trying to pry his eyes from your chest.

Seeing him flustered instead of you was invigorating. Making Keigo nervous might be your new favorite feeling. Seeing his face turn pink, his eyes dart up and down your body, landing on Dabi's arm intertwined with yours. You felt powerful and you loved it.

"Hi! I'm Y/n, nice to meet you guys!" You put your hand out to shake Keigo and his arm candy's hands, fully confident for once.

"I'm Laci!" She says, her acrylic nails brushing your hand before you pull apart.

"K-keigo. I'm Keigo." He introduces himself, a sick feeling in his gut. He shouldn't be shaking your hand, he should be focused on fucking Laci and then calling you tomorrow. Or he should be taking you into the bathroom and punishing you for this bullshit stunt.

He watches the way Dabi's arm trails down to the small of your back as you both settle in to the atmosphere, feeling sick.

He turns back to Laci, putting his finger under her chin and kissing her, hoping to regain his control over you, but it's too late. He can see Dabi's fingers playing with the hem of your short dress and he sees the way you sigh, looking up at Dabi with a smile.

"So- you from around here?" Keigo needs you to be away from Dabi. Away from him. Away from this bar. He needs you back at home, texting him and wanting him.

He needs to hear you say that your cunt is his.

"Yeah! I actually live like, what, 10 minutes away? Grew up here and everything!" You reply, allowing Dabi's hands to trail further up your thigh, not reacting. Did you love the feeling of his scarred hands? Yes. But did you wish they were Keigos? Unfortunately also yes.

"Nice. Pretty sure Laci's from around here too, right babe?" He asks the girl to his right, hoping the nickname will hit you in the chest.

And it does.

"Yeah! Half hour away!" She responds, unaware that not a single soul actually cares. Poor girl.

You have to take the reigns back and keep them. And you know just how to do it.

"Well, I think Dabi and I were gonna head out soon, yeah?" You ask, looking up into Dabi's eyes, taking note of the way his pupils dilate.

"Yeah, we were, angel." He confirms, looking back to his friend. "You mind staying here a while, man?"

Keigo feels the color drain from his face. He could puke right now. He could punch Dabi. He could drag you out of here and fuck you in the alley. He could withhold cumming from you for a week. But then, everyone would know. Know what?

That he has actual fucking feelings for you. And that he's scared.

"Yeah man. Be nice to her." He affirms, trying to laugh it off.

Watching you two leave the bar made Keigo's head swim. He had to stop it- he had to do something.

But he couldnt.

-

Reaching the apartment Dabi and Keigo share, you can already feel the heat in your core. Once you got inside the apartment that you'd never seen before now, you looked around. You'd always wondered what Keigo's place would look like. He always insisted to go to your place.

All thoughts were erased from your mind as you were pushed against the wall by Dabi, his arms caging you in and his breath fanning over your ear and neck as he assaulted your neck with his tongue and lips, confirming that you wanted this.

You moan without meaning to when he reaches the sweet spot right under your ear, making him sink his teeth in and suck on your neck.

"Fuck, Dabi-" You moan, noting the way his name feels different from Kei's.

"Gonna be a good girl tonight, yeah?" He asks, moving his lips down your neck to your chest.

"God, yes."

"Oh, baby. I'm your god tonight." He informed you, making you even wetter than you already were.

His hands grab the back of your thighs, and you knowingly jump into his embrace, kissing him harshly.

You felt yourself being carried to a bedroom that you assume is Dabi's, though being in Keigo's room would add insult to injury- plus it'd be kinda funny.

He kicks the door shut behind him, laying you on his bed, taking his shirt off and diving back into your neck and chest to continue his assault with his mouth.

"God, please- need you-" You whimper.

"Pretty girls always beg the most- isn't it ironic?" He chuckles, standing back up enough to pull your dress off of you, leaving you in a matching set of lingerie. "You certainly had a goal tonight, huh, angel?" His eyes burned holes in your tits.

"You could say that." You giggle, grabbing his arms and pulling him back down to your lips.

His hands trail up your torso, finding their way under your bra, fingers tweaking your nipples.

"Fuck- more-" You moan out, trying to grind into his hardening dick to get some kind of relief.

"Ah ah ah, youre gonna wait, angel." He says, gabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together. For a second, he thinks about spitting in your mouth, but you grind back up into his groin, making him groan instead.

Spreading your legs with his knee, he grinds it into your core, eyes boring into yours.

"Shit- you're so needy." He says softly into your ear before you moves down to where you need him the most. "Bra off, angel. I'll handle this one." He says, lifting your hips and taking your panties off in one motion.

You sit up slightly to take your bra off and flop back down, Dabi wasting no time to dive into your pussy.

"Shit!" You squeal, feeling his tongue piercing against your clit.

He continues to waste no time, his dick painfully hard and pushing against his jeans. Pushing a finger into your pussy, he puts his other hand on your hip to steady your thrusting.

"Holy fuck- Dabi!"

-

On the other side of the door, Keigo walks into the shared apartment- alone. He didn't have it in him to bring her home after she started talking about her major in school. That shit did not get him hard.

What did get him hard were your moans.

Unfortunately, you were moaning his best friend's name- not his. Still, his dick began to get hard.

Scoffing at his luck, he went for the fridge, getting a beer and sitting on the couch. He turned the TV on in hopes it would drown you two out.

-

But your moans only got louder as Dabi pushed another finger in and began biting your thighs, bringing tears to your eyes.

"Please- I'm gonna cum let me cum- oh fuck!" You bury your hands in his hair, pulling a little and making him moan into your cunt. His fingers went impossibly harder, making you cum all over his face, crying tears of overstimulation.

Dabi stood up above you, wiping his face taking his pants and underwear off together. "Angel you look so pretty crying for me." He chuckled, letting his dick fall onto your messy center as he began lining himself up. "So wet for me, baby."

"Fuck me fuck me fuck m-"

You were cut off by Dabi pushing into you all at once, making you scream.

-

Keigo's dick was uncomfortable straining against his pants as his eyes welled up with tears. That should be him fucking you. Why did he have to toy with you and use you instead of being honest. Why are your moans so fucking angelic?

His brain went to a darker place as he noted that he would be able to hear you both better in his own room through the thin walls.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he put his empty beer can on the table and leaned his head back, rubbing his eyes.

Every moan from your mouth made him remember what your tight pussy feels like.

He couldn't seem to stop himself as he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, wiping his pre cum down his shaft with his eyes closed.

-

"Take this cock angel- fuck youre so tight." Dabi groaned out, feeling your velvety walls squeeze his dick.

He was hitting every spot imaginable, his cock longer than Keigos, but not as thick.

"I wanna cum again so bad- god- please!" You begged, making Dabi go impossibly harder.

"Do it then, milk my dick angel." He groaned at you, making you reach your second high of the night, squeezing his dick.

"Shit if you keep- fucking- doing that I'm gonna cum angel."

"In- in me! I'm- pill- fuck!" You stumbled over your words, brain turning to mush. Your nails dug into his back as you held onto whatever sense your had left in your brain.

"Oh fuck, angel. Thats it- take it right- there. Oh fuck." Dabi groaned as his hips stuttered, his seed pouring into your cunt making you scream- somehow reaching another climax.

-

Hearing your final moans made Keigo cum onto his hand, face red and panting as the embarrassment of the situation set in. He just fucked his hand to another guy fucking you instead of just taking some girl home.

He felt so pathetic grabbing tissues from the coffee table and wiping his hand off.

Standing up and pulling his pants back up, he walked into the bathroom to wash his hands.

-

Panting and leaving light moans in the air, you felt Dabi wiping you off slightly with a towel form his floor. You didn't allow yourself to think about that.

He tossed you his shirt from earlier that night, wordlessly telling you to sleep over.

You stood up putting the shirt on, feeling the mixture of your slick and his cum dripping down your legs.

"Gonna use the bathroom-" You said, a little out of breath still.

"Second door on the left." He informed you, settling back into his bed with underwear back on.

You nodded and walked out the door, noting that you could hear the TV on in the living room. Was that on when we were out there?

You opened a closet in the hallway before you entered the bathroom, finding a washcloth.

"Thank fuck." You whispered to yourself.

Walking into the bathroom and over to the counter, you turned on the sink and ran the wash cloth under the warm water, sighing. Keigo was somehow still in the back of your mind.

You hear the door quietly shut and lock, making you look up to the mirror.

You see Keigo in the reflection and turn around, suddenly caged against the counter by his arms.

"Shit, Keigo! What the hell is your-" You were cut off.

"-Problem?" He asks, reaching behind you to shut the water off, letting his breath hit your neck as he whispered. "You really think I'm gonna let that shit slide? Pulling a stunt like that and fucking my best friend while you know damn well that this-" You reaches down to your unclothed, wet cunt, slapping it lightly making you gasp. "- is my pussy? I hope you have some left in you, princess."

He lifts you up onto the counter, making you dizzy with arousal knowing your plan worked. He finally realized.

The only problem is, now Dabi's on your mind too.

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the way im gonna end up making a part 2 lmao

[bellabean24]

SMUT ASK 😈Can you do Dabi asking prompt 17 to a rlly shy fem reader?

Blushing Girl

The first one literally kicking my feet while thinking of this 🤭 warning this is my second time writing smut sorry if it is bad 🥲

A little OOC!Dabi x shy! femreader (she/her pronouns obviously) established relationship (Idk how to right a one night stand 👩🏽‍🦯) enjoy lovely’s

Prompt 17 “Are you blushing”

Summary: After a long day at work you just wanna go home, eat, and cuddle up with your bf but it seems like he has other plans.

Warnings:NSFW words used ‘babe, sweetheart, baby, darling, good girl, use of the word fuck’ praise kink(our reader needs to be praised), thigh riding, the ‘L’ word

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5:00 on the dot you are starting to pack up your things to go home and finally relax after working a 9 to 5 shift at ‘Endeavor's Hero Agency’. ‘Should I pick up dinner for me and Dabi or cook’ you think as you pick up your phone to call him. After the second ring, he answers “Sup babe ya need something” you hear a deep raspy voice that belongs to no one other than your bf Dabi. God his voice alone made you flustered. “Ya still there, babe?” “Umm oh yea, I wanted to know if you want me to pick something up for dinner or you want me to cook.” You finally get out of your mouth after stumbling over a few words “why don't you bring home some pizza so you could relax once you get home. Uh, how does that sound?” as he finishes his sentence you could hear the smirk over the phone. “Yea that sounds fine to me I’ll be home soon. Love you.” “Love ya too darling”

After a long 30 minutes, you're finally home “I'm home” you call out waiting for your man to respond. “I'm in the living room baby.” You take off your shoes and hang up your keys on the rack. Walking into the living room with the box of pizza you see Dabi laid back on the couch with the tv remote in his hand. “How was work sweetheart,” he asks so innocently while grabbing the box and pressing a kiss on your cheek. Fighting back your blush you answer with ‘ok, nothing big happened today.’ You go up to your shared room to get out of your work clothes. Walking back to the living room in Dabi’s shirt, shorts and thigh highs. “Don’t ya look pretty in my shirt” Dabi just had to say when you walk into the living room, mumbling a thank you and sitting down next to him so you can finally eat.

Around 20 minutes later you find yourself leaning on Dabi’s chest watching God knows what cause you're too distracted by Dabi’s hand running up your thigh. ‘Calm down Y/n, he is your bf of 2 years you shouldn't be so flustered’ you keep repeating that sentence in your head blushing like a maniac. “Are you blushing” you hear Dabi’s teasing voice call out, looking up you come to face to face with him bright red cheeks across [your skin tone] “I- No I’m not?” you question then say rather in a panic. “You are. Don’t ‘cha look cute,” as Dabi is saying this he is sitting up and putting you on his lap. “Say why don’t he have some fun” he whispers into your ear with his low raspy voice that just makes you blush even more if that is even possible. Dabi starts to caress your thigh once more but stops when he reached for your shorts. “Why don't we take these off, huh” as he is pulling down your shorts you really wished you put on some panties blushing at the thought of being pantyless. “Oh, no panties I see. What a naughty girl, you planned this, didn't you?” he teases grabbing your hips to make you move back and forth on his thigh “I didn't plan it I promise I just...I.. I don't know” slapping your hands over your face to hide your face. “Aw, don't cover your face from me I wanna see that pretty face of yours when you finish on my thigh.”

Moving your hips back and forth Dabi feels your wetness drip through his pants. He starts to speed up your paste by gripping your hips. Dabi moves his hand to toy with your hardened clit, whimpering at his touch you cover your mouth to hide any noise from coming out. “Don't get shy on me now I wanna hear too” bring his hand up to your face to remove your hand. You let out a broken moan as you move a bit faster and harder. “G-god Dabi it f-f-feels so good,” you say dropping your head onto his shoulder. “You're doing so good for me darling,” rocking on his thigh you feel your high approaching. “O-oh god Dabi I'm gonna come.” moaning into his ears you bite down on his shoulder. “Come, sweetheart be a good girl, and come on my thigh.” Not long after Dabi's encouraging words you come undone on his thigh, shaking and whimpering at the sensitivity you lift your head to look Dabi in the eyes. “You did so well for me baby, I knew you could do it,” he says rubbing your sides. He leans in for a kiss grabbing your cheek to pull you in, the kiss was slow and passionate. Pulling back your eyes slowly open, your face quickly heating up, “oh are you still blushing” slamming your head into his chest groaning at his teasing. “Mmmm wanna return a favor baby”

©Bella2022

[bokutosweets]

Bully!Dabi pt.3

AN: yall idk if my writing is getting better or worse.  warnings: gn!reader, angst, blood, fighting, curse words, suggestive (?) at the end

WC: 1.2k

Often times during P.E. you would notice how Dabi struggled. There were some days where his athletic performance would be top notch, almost like a pro. Then there were days where he could barely get through a full lap without struggling to catch his breath. This struggle was obvious but no one ever mentioned it. Everyone in class knew how damaging his quirk was on his body. However, it was high school, and kids- especially teenage boys, could be cruel. When it was first announced that you would all be playing volleyball he was surprisingly enthusiastic. He was always ambitious, trying to prove to everyone that he wasn’t weak and that he could be good at anything he did. He immediately wanted a position that was exciting like a spiker, but it became painfully obvious that he couldn’t fully handle it. There were moments where he couldn’t quite reach the ball in time, or worse, moments where he would be forced to watch it fall, so out of breath that he was wheezing and his lungs squeezed when he tried to move. Even though it was only P.E. class and you got an A just for showing up, the guys in your class took it way too serious. Every time Dabi would be on their team and the ball would hit the floor, they would get pissed. It would turn into screaming matches that were so bad the coach had to bench them for the rest of class. On a particularly bad day, he was so frustrated with himself and so done with this class that he was barely even trying. You wanted to go and grab him water. You wanted to go up to him, to ask if he was okay, but you didn’t want him to think you were pitying him. You didn’t want him to lash out at you. The tension radiating off of everyone on your team was already making things bad enough. For the third time that match, Dabi watched the ball drop, making no moves to keep it in the air. When coach blew the whistle you started to walk up to him but someone else made it before you. One of the other boys had marched up behind him and snatched him by the back of his shirt. “What the fuck is your problem? If you don’t know how to play the fucking game then just go sit down.” Dabi pushed the other kid away from him so hard that he stumbled back, almost tripping over his own feet.  You could tell he was fuming from his facial expression alone, but the smoke coming off of him made it even more obvious. The boy jumped back at Dabi and they crashed onto the floor. Punches were thrown and both boys were beaten up pretty badly. It was you who pulled the bigger one off of Dabi. Two younger ones helped the white haired boy off the floor, although he could barely even stand. Most of the yelling from your coach was directed towards the one who started the argument, but once he was finally done you were ordered to take Dabi to the nurse, while the other boy was taken to the office. When you exited the gym he tried to walk away from you, but you grabbed his arm quickly. “Where are you going?” “I don’t need a nurse.” He wasn’t looking at you when he spoke. When you stepped in front of him you saw how much he was bleeding. There was so much coming from his lips and nose that it was traveling down his throat. “Yes you do!” “No!” He tried to pull his arm away from you but you weren’t going to give up. It was unusual for you to be so brave around him but your worry outweighed fear. “Please? I’ll fix it myself if you don’t want a nurse!” He looked at you with anger at first, then shock, then annoyance. He was going through several stages of grief. “Come on!” You said as you pulled him down the halls. He groaned something about you being so fucking annoying but you ignored him. When you found the nurses office it was thankfully empty. You sat him down and he watched you get what you needed. It was silent but not uncomfortable. His blood was wiped away with tissues and cotton pads first, then you wiped his busted lip with an alcohol pad. The only sign he showed of pain was the tiniest twitch of his eyebrow. You assumed he was used to this kind of thing. It was so strange to be in this situation. You lifted his chin and shifted his face to clean the spots you needed to and he surprisingly didn’t complain. You would have expected him to tell you to stop or smack your hand away, but he sat there quietly and stared at random spots on the wall. The only other time you two had been this close was when you kissed, and even then he had barely let you touch him. Still, he was sweet to you then. He had wiped your tears away and walked behind you to class. The teasing and bullying still went on afterwards, but you noticed it was lighter. Despite that though, the two of you never really talked about what happened. When you turned his head back, Dabi slowly grinned up at you. “Y’know you looked real pissed earlier when you pulled that guy off me. I thought the coach would have to pull you off of him for a second.” Heat rose up your neck when you made eye contact with him. “Well- he was being an asshole. I didn’t want him to- I couldnt just-“ “What? You didn’t like me gettin hurt?” His smirk only grew wider as he raised an eyebrow at you. You stood in front of him with your mouth open, unable to let any words out. The first aid had come to a stop as you pulled your hands off him and started to put everything away. “I just- I mean obviously I don’t!” As you tried to explain yourself, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back in between his legs. “No need to s-s-stutter. M’ only teasing.” He held both of your hands in front of him and you let your head fall. You don’t know why you were ever nice to this tyrant. He laughed at the way you sighed and let his hands fall to your waist. The blush on your face only got worse. It was so hard to resist this. You placed your hands on his shoulders but still found it difficult to look at him. “What are y- what are we…doing?” “I dunno…” he shrugged his shoulders and motioned to all the things you had used to patch him up, “what are you doing?” You glanced at the balled up wipes and cotton and then finally met his eyes. “It’s kinda fucked up to have a crush on your bully y/n…” You gasped at this and lightly smacked his shoulder. “Yeah well it’s kinda fucked up to bully the person you have a crush on!” Dabi laughed and tightened his grip on your waist. He stood up finally, towering over and looking down at you. For a few seconds he stared into your eyes, the eye contact making you nervous. He leaned in close with his lips brushing against your ear. “It’s even more fucked up that you like it.”

[thranif]

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Tags: Dabi x Female Bodied! Reader, Smut, Alcohol, Drugs, Fingering

WC: 1205

You were intoxicated - not just thanks to the small glass of whiskey in your hand, but the feeling of Dabi’s ever-so strong grip around your waist as you sat in the space between his legs.

You didn’t pay any mind to the burn at the back of your throat - all you could pay attention to was his fingers slowly trailing on your inner thigh, tracing the lines on your skin. His head pressed into the crook of your neck, you felt Dabi’s breaths against your skin as he eyed your expressions - how they changed as he got closer and closer to your centre.

“I didn’t know you could make these adorable expressions, love.”

His other hand reached for the rolled blunt on the countertop, playing with the wrap as he kissed your neck. He slowly sucked on your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of hickeys coated in saliva. He lit the blunt with his pinkie, its smoke slowly wafting around in the small room.

“If just a small glass of whiskey can get you this drunk, I can’t imagine how you’d behave under a small puff.”

He pressed the blunt to his lips, taking a deep breath while closing his eyes. You eyed his lips - how it sat around that small wrap. You saw him slowly relax, the grip of your waist slowly loosening as he let a puff of white smoke leave his mouth.

“Aren’t you a curious little kitten?” he whispered in your ear, “Maybe another time, love - don’t want you to get a bad trip.”

He took another hit, leaning against the tattered sofa. Head pushed back, his mouth slowly opened, letting the white smoke slowly from his lips to the small clouds surrounding the two of you.

Your hands slowly traced his neck, feeling his skin while a small hum came from him. Your fingers slowly pressed against his sharp chin and moved towards his cheek, rubbing it ever-so softly as he leaned into your touch - melting into it.

You felt him move slightly, and you immediately pulled your hand away.

“Don’t stop - it felt nice.”

He dropped the now burnt blunt to the floor, the small spiral of smoke meeting its end.

“Dabi…”

“Come closer, kitten.”

You turn to face him, eyes asphyxiated on the metal pieces on his face - more specifically, how the light reflected off of it. Your hands once again found their place on his cheeks while he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The raven-haired male pressed his head against your chest, rubbing it against the sensitive skin.

“God, I missed this,” he whispered, “I missed you so much, kitten.”

Dabi lifted his head and raised it to meet yours, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes met his azure gaze, enraptured by his beauty that couldn’t be encapsulated in mere words. His eyes flickered to your lips - how they were parted ever so slightly as small huffs left them. He spotted that thin layer of lip balm - the soft sheen of peach-flavoured moisturiser begging to be tasted by him.

You slowly took off his jacket, kissing his jaw. His grip tightened around your waist as you moved from his jaw to the crook of his neck, teasing that sensitive skin of his. Small groans left his lips as you pressed on, gripping the ends of his shirt.

You wanted to make him feel as much pleasure as he brought you - it was a sin that you never gave him the same high he gave you the minute his fingers touch your skin.

It was a sin he didn’t feel the same high as you were feeling in the exact moment - the euphoric high that refused to simmer down but to only grow in each second you were pressed on him, skin on skin.

“Remember; you started this - not me, you.”

In seconds, his lips were on yours. His tongue danced with yours as he tried to memorise just how your lips tasted with the tones of fresh peach and whiskey. You gripped onto his hair as his fingers travelled under your white shirt, tracing the back of your spine. He smirked when you began to arch your back while his cold fingers began to play with your sides, treading closely to the skin right below your chest.

“You little minx - no bra?”

He lifted up your shirt and eyed your chest. In an instant, his mouth latched onto your left breast, sucking on the sensitive skin. His tongue began to slowly lick around your nub as your legs began to wrap around his waist, pulling him into you. His continuous biting, licking and sucking on your left breast while the smell of the marijuana filling up the room brought you to another high. All your senses were awake - invigorated with an energy that came off of Dabi's endless teasing.

It was so sinful, yet you wanted more.

You needed more.

"Dabi… please…"

"We have all the time in the world, kitten - we don't need to rush."

"Besides," Dabi's fingers began to trail down your stomach, ending right above your pants, "I haven't had my fun with this part of you."

His fingers traced the sides of your underwear, the very ends of his fingertips barely touching the skin under it. A gush of cold wind hit your skin, goosebumps rising quickly.

“Wow, kitten - you are so wet for me, aren’t you? If your underwear is this soaked, I can’t imagine how much slick is around that little hole of yours.”

His fingers slowly moved towards your folds, grazing the sensitive skin. You closed your eyes, focusing on how slowly his fingers entered, how they curled inside you - how they searched every crevice and every corner to find that very spot. It didn’t take him long to find your most sensitive spot - and the minute he did, his fingers began to move faster just to hear your lust-filled moans.

He wanted you to cry in pleasure just by his fingers.

He wanted you to beg for him - scream for pleasure, for ecstasy.

“Oh god, kitten - you’re such a goddess… How did I ever make you mine?”

With one last push, you reached your limit. Your back now arched, he eyed your chest - how they looked under the small stream that entered the room. His fingers left your core, coated in liquid. In an instant, he sucked on his lips, taking in your sweet, sweet taste.

“God, that isn’t enough - you’re making me insatiable, kitten.”

“Dabi… please,” tears left your eyes, “I need you.”

He smiled, looking at your dishevelled state. Your hair that was once in a bun is now down, sticking to your skin. Your mouth that was once perfectly painted in peach is now slightly parted as soft huffs left those soft, supple lips of yours. Your hands that once were placed gracefully on your legs were now grabbing on his jacket, slowly moving towards his cheek. Your eyes that were once focused on the liquid you are drunk on are now focused on him, dreaming of them on your body - worshipping it.

You were begging for him, just like he wanted.

“How can I say no to you, kitten?”

[fuwushiguro]

warnings: 18+, oral (female receiving), morning sex, vaginal sex, daddy kink, praise kink.

I’m imaging if Dabi wakes you up by gently shaking you and prodding you. When you do eventually wake up that’s all he needs. He doesn’t need to hear another word out of you, your eyes being open is enough.

He’s spread your legs open and within seconds you’re cumming on his tongue, he just knows you so well. He knows your body better than anyone. He knows the secrets of your pretty cunt that make you come so quickly for him.

And now it’s his turn.

He’s looming above you and you’re caged in as he fucks into you ruthlessly. He’s looking down into your gorgeous eyes as he ruins you.

“Such a good girl f’me. Daddy made you feel good didn’t he? Don’tcha want daddy t’feel good too? C’mon sweetheart, let me use your pussy to get off. I just – fuck – just want us both to have a good day baby. Daddy needs to cum to feel good today. Gonna cum so hard baby. Your tight pussy is s’fucking good. D’you wanna cum again? Cum with daddy, such a good fucking girl for daddy aren’t you baby? Don’t hold back, cum f’me. Don’t stop baby, I can’t hold back. Your pussy is so perfect. So perfect baby. So fucking good f’me.”

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Dabi x male reader x Shigi hcs smutty poly relationship

I am a slut, gn

They really like your body, they like you no matter how much your body changes or what it looks like they just love having you with them and on them

During meetings they’ll sit there and make you cock warm one of them

It’s so embarrassing for you but they love making you sit pretty for people to watch

They love stroking up your sides too while they’re talking so that they can show you off

Speaking of showing you off they love tying you up and gagging you

It’s so nice when you’re all helpless and vunerable to them it makes Dabi feel so powerful to see you like that

Shiggy prefers being next to you slowly jacking you off while Dabi pounds into you all fast and rough

Shiggy whispers lovely things in your ear and even if you’re distracted or can’t fathom hearing him it’s still nice to feel him there

He also likes to ride you when you’re tied up, it’s the position you thrust into him the hardest

He feels so powerful and loved

Sometimes him and Dabi will just fuck right in front of you all tied up while you whimper wanting them to do the same

Shiggy will being giving you blowjobs when Dabi fucks into him though

He loves being so full

Dabi likes seeing him filled up at both ends too

Especially likes it when he goes hard on Shiggy and you’re teary eyed and whining out because he’s thrusting his warm mouth onto you

He gets lazy after a couple rounds though and just lets Shiggy fuck you while he smokes or gets ready to clean up

Shiggy is such a good fuck

Unlike when Dabi pounds so roughly into you you feel full in a different way

So surrounded and supported

His favorite position is a mating style and Dabi likes Doggy style with you

Shigy’s favorite position for either of you is probably riding or when you both fuck him at once

It only ever happens when a mission goes perfectly though, you want him to know how proud you two are of him