#shigadabi smut

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*thinking about my sweet baby angel 🥰*

the angel in question:

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20-Fake it until you make it?

But instead of it being faking that you are orgasm, be faking that you’re not having one? 👀 Take that as you will LMAO.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Shigadabi

Content: Porn Star AU, Daddy kink, CNC/Rape roleplay, face-fucking/rough oral sex, cum eating, humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole spanking, forced feminization, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, facial

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Dabi has been a porn star for six years. Ever since he turned eighteen and his father wanted him to go off to school somewhere and stop bringing any further disgrace on the Todoroki name after how much bad press they caught in the wake of the Sekoto Peak incident. Dabi, of course, immediately started to look for the worst thing he could do that wasn't illegal and he had signed himself up to lose his virginity on camera for Japan's premiere queer porn site. 'Dabi' was technically his stage name, but he wasn't hiding anything else plus his burns are so distinctive, and after years of the Todoroki's being in the public eye, he was damn certain that everyone would know exactly who he was. He went to his first shoot, didn't get off, got paid, and waited. It only took a week for the scandal to break and his father was livid, but when he'd threatened to kick him out of the family home, Shoto and Natsuo had shot back that they would be the first ones to head over to the tabloids and tell them he was homophobic, and so his father just had to silently seethe that he had, over the past six years, secured himself as the best switch on the site. He was making more than enough to move out, but he didn't give his father the satisfaction of finding out that he does have an apartment that he stays at every night he's not home. 

He's a hot commodity because he's got a pierced dick, a fire quirk perfect for temperature and wax play, and he's 'exotic-looking' for people who want more of a bad boy type. And he's been doing this for six years, and hasn't ever once actually cum on camera. He's not sure if it's because of his burns and fucked up nerves, or because he's too focused on this being a job, or what. But in professional circles, he's made a name for himself because of that too. The plus side is he can stay hard for ages and get his scene partners off as many times as they want him to. He also doesn't have any issues with cock rings, plugs, or chastity cages on him in a scene, and he's gotten absolutely masterful at faking his orgasms. There are already methods employed to make ejaculation look more excessive for the cameras, and he's fine with using those methods on camera. Because the thing is, as soon as he gets off-camera, even if he decides to actually fuck one of his previous scene partners in his free time, he doesn't have an issue orgasming then. He used some of his significant pay to try to see a few different therapists about that, but none of them had a real explanation for it, and given he was constantly getting tested and ensuring his sexual health was perfect with his doctors, and didn't show any other performance issues, he just shrugged it off. He doesn't get off on camera, but he's a perfect performer otherwise, and the directors that will work with him have absolutely made their money back a hundred fold, so they aren't complaining either. 

Giran does look like he's going to burst a blood vessel in his forehead as he finds out that Muscular's STI test is out of date and they'll have to reschedule the shoot until tomorrow while he goes and gets tested today. That's really no skin off his nose. He doesn't like doing scenes with Muscular, the guy is just gross in a way that has him just waiting for something to come out about how he's treated his fans, or an ex, or someone else. But Dabi gets paid big, no pun intended, for doing shoots that show off how much of a size queen he can be and Muscular has a quirk that can literally make his dick get bigger while it's inside of him, so they've been paired together for a few shoots. He's just glad that he found this out before he got all into makeup because if he's suddenly got the afternoon free, he's gonna hop over to Natsuo's university and take his little bro out for lunch and to make a nice public scene of the porn star Todoroki corrupting the med student who might actually make something of himself. 

They wrap it up for the day and he heads out. His brother is more than happy to go have a bite between classes and his father is furious to see the pictures of him in his sheer shirt and leather pants, wearing a cockring on a necklace, plastered across the front page of every gossip site by that evening. 

///

"What the fuck do you mean he's got--" Giran's face goes red and Dabi thinks that he's in serious danger of bursting two veins today. "That's why he was trying to dodge it yesterday? Fuck that. Take him off our actor list. If he starts a fuss, remind him that his failure to show up with a valid test yesterday means that he was in breach of contract and he's lucky I'm not suing his ass." Giran hangs up and does something Dabi hasn't ever seen him do on set, he pulls out his cigs and lights up. "Pack it in. We don't have a second star." 

Fuck. He was really looking forward to the paycheck for this one. He'll get paid for the couple of hours he sat around the past two days, but he's not gonna get anywhere near the payout that this shoot was supposed to get him. "You know I'm down for a solo scene." Dabi offers. It's such a waste to have rented the space for this, to have everything set up, and not even use it. "We can switch the script to the 'villains' having dosed me with an aphrodisiac quirk and I can use one of the oversized toys?" 

"I appreciate that, Dabi, but the contract was for a two person shoot." 

"Magne?" He offers. They don't normally film together, and he doesn't know if she'll want to take on this role as someone who's supposed to be 'assaulting' him, but she's got a big dick and they have worked together before. Though they have more fun drinking and clubbing together than they do working together. 

"She's booked up for the next two days. Called her last night when shit seemed suspect with Muscular." 

"Shit." 

"Shit." Giran agrees. 

"Um," They both look up when Iguchi speaks, blushing so hotly that Dabi can see it through his scales. 

"Oh? Dude, are you packing something bigger than your boom mic?" He teases lightly. Iguchi has worked sound on every job he's ever taken with Giran and that's been at least fifty over the past couple of years, he's pretty sure joking about what's in his pants isn't going to get him in trouble in this context. 

"Er, not me, um, but I have a friend?" 

"An actor?" 

"Not exactly? He's the owner of La Vénus. He's a professional Dom." 

"Shigaraki." Giran says, which is a name Dabi doesn't recognize, but LV is something he does. A very high-end sex club that he has always steered clear of to avoid any possibility of stalking or harassment, or possible contamination. "We can't wait for an amateur to get tested and teach him the ropes." 

"He's... not a total amateur? He puts on private parties and hires crews so he and his guests can make their own movies if they want to. He makes sure that everyone, including himself, has a current, clean test before they're let in." He scratches the back of his neck, as if that will hide the blush that has creeped there too. "...He had a party last night, so the test is as current as it can be, unless he found someone else after we'd packed up all our equipment." 

"That's something, but we are looking for someone well-endowed. If we just wanted anyone--" 

"He's ten inches soft." 

"Call him." 

///

Iguchi is on the phone for about fifteen minutes before he comes back and assures the group that Shigaraki is on the way. In the hopes that this works, Giran goes to get a fresh contract written up and printed and Dabi starts to get into makeup. He was particularly excited about this shoot because he's supposed to be playing himself. Or more specifically, he's supposed to be the kidnapped kid of a hero who's about to get 'assaulted' so that the kidnappers can leave him broken to be found later. He likes a CNC scene anyway, and one where he was getting fucked by a monster of a cock was definitely appealing to him, even if he wouldn't be getting off to it until he got to watch back the footage on his own. But that means his makeup gets to be a little rougher, and a mascara and eyeliner gets put on that is sure to run when he cries. He had actually used some of the early money to get his tear ducts repaired fully so that he wasn't bleeding on set and freaking people out, and his eyes are way more sensitive now. His siblings tease him for being a crybaby, but the money shot of his big blue eyes all shiny with tears and cum dripping down his face has won him three awards over the years, so he's fine with that. 

They're an hour behind their shoot schedule when Shigaraki shows up. Dabi immediately gets out of his chair so that he can see what this guy looks like and he's a little startled to find a man about his height with long stark white hair. His hair hasn't been that color in eight years. He hasn't seen his mother in ten. But he shakes that disjointed melancholy and tries to take in the rest of him. He's wearing a long-sleeved gray sweater and tight black pants that Dabi is really doubting could hide the monster cock they've been promised, and black leather gloves with the middle finger and index finger cut out of the cloth. The long, wavy white hair falls across his face that's a little longer, a little more oval than Dabi's own, with a birthmark to one side of his mouth, a scar splitting his lips on the opposite side, and another going over one of his ruby-red eyes. And there's... a weird scaly-looking cracked-skin texture all over his mouth and around his eyes that immediately sends Dabi's warning bells ringing. Being clean of STIs isn't the only thing he needs to be worried about, and a rash or other skin condition means this is absolutely not happening. 

Giran converges on him and Shigaraki shakes his hand. "Nice to see you again, Tomura." 

"You as well. I didn't expect it to be like this, I will say." 

"Well we're desperate and according to Iguchi you can fill the role?" 

"I can try." 

They all move over to one of the side areas set up around the rest of the room so that they can discuss the scene, and over the course of the next hour, Dabi finds out that La Vénus has been used as a filming set a few times before, which is how Shigaraki met Giran and Iguchi, and why he's familiar with the general setup even if he's never been an actor on set before. Dabi also learns that the shattered texture is an effect of his apparently, extremely dangerous quirk, that the weird gloves mitigate. They go through the whole contract, what they're looking for in the shots. The plan was only to have two days of filming, one for the bulk of the shots and then a second to do extra material or reshoots if they needed it. Now they only have this location for the rest of the day, and that means they've got to get this done in that amount of time unless Giran can stretch their budget. So after Shigaraki has been fully briefed on how they want things to get set up, what positions, how hard he can go, he gets a glance at the script, but there really isn't much there. The roles were written for him and Muscular, and they've worked together enough that Dabi had more than expected to know what he was in for, but he and Shigaraki do get acquainted as he learns what Dabi's pain threshold is. 

They just move off to the side and he bends over, ass up, and lets Shigaraki bring his hand across the backs of his thighs, over his scars so that the camera won't pick up that he's been roughed up before they get rolling. The other man seems vaguely amused, but he's professional enough, clearly used to this kind of thing in his own professional experiences. 

"What level are you wanting to stay around?" 

"I've got another shoot in a few days, so I'd like to keep it at a five, but you can go up to a seven when the scene calls for it." 

"I can do that." And he levels a blow against the backs of his thighs that makes Dabi's skin tingle and sting from the impact, but it's a good thuddy hit instead of stingy and he considers. 

"Three." 

Shigaraki gives him a few more hits until they're reliably at a five, and one seven so that he knows exactly how high his cap is for this scene. Then they start to get him into makeup and Dabi sits to chat him up for a bit, trying to figure out how to work with him, the same way he normally does when it's his first time filming with someone new. 

"Anything I should stay away from while we're going?" 

"Hmm, not really, I'm fine with everything in the script. What about you?" 

"I like it when my hair gets pulled, and when you're going in for the face fucking thing, go as hard as you can. If a staple doesn't pop out, then it's not hard enough." He wishes he could smoke, but he settles for fiddling with one of the staples on the back of his hand instead. "And I know what the scene is about, but if you can avoid name-dropping Endeavor, I'd appreciate it." 

"I can do that." 

"Good, ‘cause if you don't and I go soft, then that's on you, newbie." 

"What about the--" 

"That's fine. I have never once called that bastard that. It's not gonna take me out of the scene." And then he hesitates but mutters, "And you have a nondisclosure agreement that you had to sign before filming with me, did you read the whole thing?" 

Shigaraki doesn't blink. "I did," pretty sure he did it while he and Giran were going over what to change on set to do this whole thing in one continuous shot. "Every one of your orgasms is faked? That's surprising." 

"You watch my videos?" He deflects, batting his eyelashes.

"More often than I should, is that a problem?" 

"No, I worked with a nineteen year old last month who told me I was his sexual awakening." 

"So how does that work?" 

"You're gonna fuck me through the scenes until you finish, we can take breaks between scenes if you need them, and when we've gotten through the material, at the very end, I'll essentially be cock warming you while our makeup artists fake the final shot with some tubes and some clever angles. Depending on how much you cum, they might also squirt me here and there with a little more of the fake stuff to make it pop on camera." 

"Alright." 

"You're very chill about all of this." 

"I run a sex club, this isn't anything new, though more sterilized than what I usually get up to." Jin comes over to get his measurements for their meager on-set wardrobe and Shigaraki lets him without blinking. "Have you ever been to La Vénus?" 

"Not yet, but maybe someday. What's your security like?" 

"We have a private entrance and exit for high profile guests, and we can assign someone to act as a bodyguard for you if you're worried about harassment. We've also hosted a few meet-and-greets for other actors if that's something you'd be interested in." 

"Really?" Dabi perks up a little at that. Meet-and-greets and cons are great ways of getting some extra cash and keeping his fans happy, but there's only two Adult Entertainment conventions in Japan a year and he hasn't taken off enough internationally to get invited to any other ones. "Sounds like fun." 

"I'll give you my card when you have pockets." He teases lightly, and yeah, the robe he's wearing over his black boxer briefs doesn't exactly have any storage. 

They chit-chat for another half an hour and Dabi is pleased to note when Shigaraki does get changed into the tight leather pants and the body harness that they have to fit him, he's way more cut under the sweater and definitely has a bulge in his pants that he's looking forward to getting very up-close and personal with. With everything set, Dabi loses the robe and gets on set. The bare mattress on the ground looks absolutely disgusting, and it is actually kind of gross because the fake blood and dirt that got rubbed into it to make it dirty is kind of stiff and scratchy in areas, Dabi tilts his head up to get the last little bits of make-up applied, a bit of fake blood around his hairline and dripping down his forehead like he's been knocked out, then the quirk dampening cuffs are locked in place, and the black bag goes over his head. And Dabi forgets about the cameras. 

///

Even footsteps move across the concrete floor towards him and Dabi tenses, reaching for his quirk, and when that doesn't work, he curls in a little tighter on himself, trying to protect himself as the cold air bites against his skin. He doesn't know what this is, where he is, and his voice trembles slightly when he tries to growl, 

"People are going to look for me." 

It's a man's voice that hums out softly as the footsteps stop in front of him, "Oh I'm sure they will. I'm just not sure that they'll find you." His hair is grabbed through the bag and his head is forced up roughly. The pain spikes out sharply enough across his scalp, and Dabi cries out as he does it, and that only makes the man give a low, cruel laugh. "Your heroes are coming to find you. But not before I make sure they see that you're nothing more than a filthy whore who isn't worth saving." He pulls the bag off of his head and Dabi squints, the light here is still pretty dim and diffused, but it's still more than he could see through the dark fabric. "And maybe, if you're a good enough one, you'll still be breathing by the time they get here." 

He whimpers as he looks up at his captor, at how he's already only half-dressed, his cock already stirring as he catches him by the chin to pull his head up. The other man forces him to meet his eyes as his thumb runs across the line of staples in his chin, going up to his lower lip and pulling on it slightly. Just enough to make it part and Dabi squeezes his eyes shut as he trembles. "Don't, please." His voice is small and terrified and his captor is unmoved. "Please, I--I have money, I can make this all go away, no one needs to know--" 

The other man laughs and it's even crueler than the one before. "Never heard a whore beg not to be fucked, but I think you're going to change your tune." The grip on his face goes harder and Dabi cries out as he's forced closer, practically falling into his legs with his limbs bound. "Because if you don't put on a good show for me," he hooks a finger under the edge of one of the staples in his cheek and Dabi gasps as pain starts to tingle out from the punctures. "Then I may get bored and find a different way to pass my time." He pulls a bit harder and Dabi cries out, 

"Stop! Don't, please! I--I'll be good, sir!" He tries desperately. He pulls a little harder and Dabi tries anything else. He knows what sadists like him like. Knows they want to have him be beneath them, "Master," harder still, the staple is barely in place and he has so many. If he tears them all out-- "Daddy!" 

The pressure lessens and the other man looks at him, his eyes shining with his mirth. "He's not going to save you from me." 

Dabi can't move enough to rear back from the implication, and he feels sick to his stomach as he tries to pivot from the violence this man so clearly wants an excuse to use against him. But he makes himself speak anyway, leaning into his touch instead of trying to move away the way he so desperately wants to. "Please, Daddy, I'll be good." He tries to flutter his lashes. "Let me make you feel good, Daddy." 

The grip loosens a bit and he tries to swallow his nerves as he leans forward until he can run his tongue along the leather of his pants, over the half-hard cock beneath like this is all he wants, and not just a desperate attempt to survive. He licks and sucks at the fabric as he tries to settle the roiling in his gut enough to be able to do this without vomiting. His hands, even cuffed together, can move up his thighs as he brings his mouth to his zipper and catches it between his teeth, pulling it down inch by inch, as he looks up at his captor. He smells the familiar musk of arousal even as the other man catches his chin hard again, making his staples bite deeper into his skin and bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. 

"You're going to be a good boy for Daddy, or I'm going to pull out your teeth and then we're going to try this again." 

Dabi whimpers, any fleeting thought of trying to hurt him a million miles from his mind now. "I'll be good, Daddy." He promises again. 

"Prove it, whore." 

He trembles slightly as he undoes his belt and button too, opening his pants completely and... reaching inside to wrap his fingers around him. He's still only half hard as he pulls him free, and he's already huge. Big enough to make his jaw ache, for certain. His cock is thick as well as long, the head flushing, and veins winding beneath the velvet skin of him. It's a big cock, a pretty one too, and if he were anywhere else, if this was any other time, it would make his mouth water. But right now he just feels a little sicker as his own cock starts to stir a bit. He looks up at the white-haired man through his lashes as he presses his lips to his head in a fluttery little kiss, then he really starts to work his mouth the ways he knows feel good. He licks his lips, and presses more kisses around his head and along his shaft as he grows harder and Dabi gets him wetter. He'll need him wet if he wants to get him all the way into his throat without too much discomfort. 

His skin tastes clean, and that hot smell of arousal rolls through him like a thunderstorm. One of his favorite things to do in a shoot is give head, and against the haze of fear still trying to settle over his mind, he finds himself slipping into that space. The place where it feels so good to have the weight of a cock on his tongue and stretching open his lips. And oh, does his cock stretch him now. He's so big that Dabi has to pull off a few times, licking his palms and working his hand along his length as he breathes deep and relaxes his jaw a little more. He needs to do more than that, but the next time he opens his mouth, a hard grip is catching him by his hair and yanking him forward. Dabi's jaw is forced wide, the seam through his lower lip tearing and sending another sharp point of pain through him. And his cock is at the back of his mouth so quickly that he's gagging, even though he can normally fight that reflex. 

The man above him laughs, and the sound is so cruel that Dabi squeezes his eyes shut against it. "You can't even manage this? Those movies must really fake a lot." He says it like he knows all of the times he's failed to get off during a scene and it fills him with a dizzying humiliation. Humiliation that pulses straight through his veins to his cock, that he knows must be hardening visibly in his thin boxer briefs. He rests his cuffed hands against his thighs and does his best to swallow around the massive intrusion in his mouth, running his tongue along a vein he feels pressing against him in the hope of distracting him. "That's better. Show me what a good fuck you can be from this hole and maybe I'll be nicer when I get to the other one, princess." 

Dabi can't help the tears that finally spill over his cheeks as his captor grips his hair harder to hold him in place before he brings his hips back and snaps them forward with enough force that the head of his cock pushes past the tight ring of his throat and into his esophagus without letting him warm up the muscles for the intrusion. It's a sharp agony that steals his breath away, and he doesn't get even a second of reprieve because he's doing it again. He fucks hard into his throat two more times before Dabi manages to follow the brutal rhythm and actually start to swallow around him. 

It hurts, and he hates it, and he's certain that he's bleeding from his lip, positive that if he isn't a little more gentle, then his staples will pull. He's not a whore. He's not a girl. But he's achingly hard as he barely manages to breathe. As he's turned into nothing but a hole for this monster to fuck. Drool spills down his chin and stings the split seam, but he doesn't have a chance to swallow. He must look like a mess, blood, and spit, and tears mingling on his face as he's used, as the world ceases to exist beyond the hard fucking his mouth is being used for. And every time he thinks that he can't take any more, that he can't possibly be this big, he fucks him a little harder, a little deeper, and his throat is a little fuller than it ever has been before without someone using a quirk to fill him. 

And the sounds of it as it happens. God, the sounds are even more filthy, even more humiliating. Every hard thrust has his balls slapping his sloppy chin, and that crack of skin against skin as he makes the most pathetic gulping and gurgles as he's ruined, is enough that Dabi doesn't think he'll ever be able to shed the shame that comes over him. And he's hard. That keeps coming to him, reminding him with every rough movement that makes him shift where he's kneeling. His body doesn't care that this is wrong, that this is humiliating, that he's disgusted by what's happening to him. His filthy whorish body loves having such a big cock in his mouth. It makes pleasure tingle under his skin as the man's breaths grow rougher, as he growls and groans as his fingers knot hard enough into his hair that his scalp aches. 

"That's it, fuck, that's much better. Really can be such a good slut when you're given the right motivation, can't you?" He pushes in harder, but slows down a little. It still hurts, but now he's lingering deep in his throat, and Dabi grows frantic, swallowing around him convulsively in the hopes of getting him out so that he can take a breath. "That's it, baby. Mm, just like that. Fuck, you're so hungry for it, aren't you, princess?" 

He doesn't pull back until Dabi's vision is going black around the edges, and even then he keeps his mouth stretched wide as Dabi tries his best to suck in the air he's starving for while his head leaks all over his tongue. His pre is bitter and salty and the taste of him shouldn't make his undergarments get wetter too as he leaks as well. The man pulls all the way out, his head smearing his saliva and beads of pre over his lips as he loosens his grip on his hair and strokes through it instead, forcing him to look up at him again. "You want it so badly, don't you, baby girl?" 

Dabi squeezes his eyes shut, fresh tears slipping over his cheeks as he sobs weakly. But then the fingers tighten in his hair again and he opens them again, sucking in a breath to plead, "I want it." His voice is scratchy and weak from how raw his throat is from the abuse. "Please, Daddy, I want it. Your cock is so big, it feels so good fucking my slutty throat. I wanna taste your cum, Daddy, please--" He knows all the things he's supposed to say, they come out of him automatically, and he's grateful they do because his mind feels like it’s a million miles away. He can't tell if he's floating or not, but it doesn't matter if he can just be good for Daddy. 

"That's a good girl." A little flicker of pleasure goes through him again at the praise and he opens his mouth wide, relaxing as much as he can. "Such a pretty little whore, so eager to be used even after all that fuss." And Daddy sounds amused as he feeds his cock back into his mouth. He lets him suck and lick at him for a few seconds before he's tightening his grip in his hair. That's all the warning he's given before he's fucking back into his throat, but Dabi puts that warning to good use this time. He's ready to swallow around him now, ready for the roughness that comes and gets more frantic as he tastes more and more pre. 

It only takes another few minutes before Daddy is pulling out of his mouth as his balls draw tight and his cum pulses out of him in thick spurts. The first lands across his lips and his open mouth, filling his mouth with the heat and taste of him, but the next splatters his cheek, his chin, and soon his face is dripping with it as he remembers what other people, partners, directors, performers have wanted from him. He opens wide so the other can see his cum on his tongue and then he swallows it, licking his lips and catching all of it there too. He doesn't like how that part is tinged copper with his blood, but it doesn't matter. Daddy is looking at him with hot red eyes, and he's not hurting him. He thinks that means he's being good. 

"Thank you, Daddy." He slurs. 

"You're welcome, princess. Do you like having Daddy's cum in your mouth?" 

He barely manages to nod weakly. The grip on his hair goes tighter again and he pushes his head down. It pulls his neck sharply, and nearly makes him lose his balance and topple face-first into the concrete. He yelps. 

"Then you'll enjoy cleaning that up, won't you, baby girl?" 

His face burns as he finds that he is looking at a small puddle of the white liquid that had dripped off of his face onto the ground. It's disgusting and Dabi's entire mind twists in revulsion, but his treacherous body doesn't care. His cock is so hard that he's soaking his underwear. He sobs a little harder, but manages a tiny nod. 

"Well then?" 

Dabi leans down and starts to lick up the little puddle and Daddy laughs at him before he starts to move. He doesn't dare look up to find out where he's going, instead forcing himself to lick at the floor, the rough texture of concrete against his tongue as he eats the pooled cum. 

It's not until he feels the thin mattress beneath his knees dip that he realizes exactly where he's moved to and what he's certain is coming next. His suspicions are confirmed when leather clad fingers catch the fabric of his boxer briefs and he tugs them down, exposing him. Dabi starts to lift his head, he wants to beg for the other to stop-- but the air around the room cracks sharply as a preemptive slap comes down over his ass hard enough he cries out instead of speaking. 

The handprint is still stinging on his ass as Daddy takes a hold of that cheek as he spreads him open. "Look at that pretty pink pussy, baby girl. Can't even tell how many filthy cocks you've already had inside of you." 

He flinches, "I-it's not-- I'm not a girl!" The protest gets him another hard slap, but this one comes down between his cheeks, directly against his hole, and Dabi squeals as the pain shoots through him and makes him sob harder. 

"You are whatever I say you are, whore." His voice is a growl laced with menace and Dabi cries harder as he starts to shake so much, sure he's going to be hit again or torn open on his cock. 

"I-I'm s-sorry, Daddy," he sobs. 

"You will be if you keep misbehaving. Clean up that mess." 

He doesn't hesitate this time, licking at the drying cum on the floor like he's starving for it. He's crying hard enough that he must not hear it when the other man tears open a packet of lube. But his fingers are definitely wet with it and so cool when they touch his stinging hole again. Dabi whimpers, the chill of his fingers feeling good against him in spite of himself. He shouldn't like that, it shouldn't feel good when he knows what is coming next, just the way he shouldn't still be so hard from having his throat fucked, but he is. It's a miracle Daddy hasn't noticed yet and even after he's finished cleaning up his cum, Dabi keeps his head down, his teeth biting into his lower lip and making the split worse because those fingers circle and tease his hole. They make him so wet that there's lube rolling down his taint and dripping along his balls like-- like he's got a gushing cunt before he even starts to press the first long finger inside of him. 

Dabi sobs instead of moaning, and he thinks that's the best he can hope for. He doesn't know how long he's going to be able to hold out on that because Daddy starts to move his fingers inside of him, around him, stretching him open and making the nerves inside tingle and start to whine with pleasure as he prepares him for his cock. He whimpers, his thighs starting to shake as he's fucked open. His breaths hitch as Daddy murmurs, 

"That's it, princess, fuck you're so hot here. All that fire under your skin and yet here you are, helpless and desperate for any scrap of mercy I give you." 

He can't find his words before the other crooks his fingers and finds his prostate, and despite everything, he's still so turned on that just the barest touch there has a loud, wanton moan tearing out of his throat. The fingers inside of him stop abruptly and Dabi's whole body goes tight with terror. 

The next second the man's other hand is knotting into his hair again and Dabi is being yanked back, pulled further on the mattress, his torso twisted onto his side, and his pelvis at an angle too, one leg pushed up so that hungry red eyes can see his hole and his flushed, leaking cock. 

"Naughty little slut," the words are purred with the other man's pleasure. "Look at that, your pretty clit is just as desperate to be fucked as your throat and your pussy." Dabi shakes his head weakly, his insides boiling with his shame at his body being talked about like that, but he doesn't dare to protest verbally. He can't say anything at all when Daddy fucks his fingers back into him roughly, adding a third and stretching him wide. 

Moans spill out from his ruined lips as Dabi clutches onto the dirty mattress with his bound hands. He cries harder because he's right. It all feels so good in a way sex hasn't felt for a long, long time. Better than any partner he's been with outside of work, better than his shoot partners for it. It feels good to be degraded and violated by this awful, cruel, handsome man with a cock he's dreamt about having all his life, and Dabi doesn't know how to handle it at all. He just knows he's so sharply overwhelmed that he's terrified that even the cuffs won't keep his quirk at bay and he'll set the bed on fire if Daddy keeps fucking his fingers against his prostate. 

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" 

"So desperate for something else in your pretty cunt, princess? Alright, just ask nicely." His fingers pull out of his hole, but it's the other hand that catches his chin and makes him look out towards something else in the room. Dabi can't see far, his eyes blurred with tears and too much light from that direction making the other end of the room seem like a haze. "Tell the heroes how badly you want Daddy's cock in your pussy and you'll get it, baby girl." 

He shakes his head again weakly. No, he's not a girl, he's not-- Daddy spanks his hole again and Dabi screams from the pain. "No, no, stop, Daddy, don't--" His protests earn him another hit right there and Dabi sobs as he gushes pre against his stomach. 

"Your cunt is getting so puffy, princess." He hums. "Going to hurt even more if I spank you until this skin is the same color as your scars before I fuck you." And he gives him another slap. 

Dabi shatters. "Daddy, please! Please, Daddy, please fuck my pussy! Please, I need your cock, Daddy," he sobs. "It felt so good with your fingers inside. Please, I need my cunt full of your cum! M-my clit is so hard, Daddy, please, please, please!" 

Daddy groans and pulls him up by his hair again so he can lick the filthy words and the traces of his own cum out of Dabi's mouth as he hooks one of Dabi's legs over his shoulder. He barely has time to surrender to the tongue invading his mouth with a whine before Daddy's cock is rubbing against his puffy, aching pussy. He's cool from the lube and that contrast soothes some of the sting while still making the press of his head as he starts to sink in, feel even more intense than it ever has before. Dabi is sobbing again, this time from how good he feels, as he kisses Daddy back messily. His cock feels even bigger stretching open his pussy and he's moaning and whimpering, his whole body shaking, from his pleasure as he sinks inside. 

Daddy pants against his lips, "That's it, baby girl, let me hear how much you like having your pussy raped." 

It's a sharp reminder that he shouldn't like it. That he should be scared, that he shouldn't want more. But he does. He wants it as Daddy bottoms out inside of him. He barely gets a chance to catch his breath, to adjust, before Daddy is pulling almost all the way out and then snapping his hips forward again with the same brutality as he fucked his throat with. He moans and screams, his head thrown back as he's fucked, every movement putting such an enormous pleasure beneath his skin he thinks he may burst around it. 

His throat is raw by the time he's gasping, "Daddy! Daddy! Please!" 

"'Please' what, princess?" Doesn't stop moving so hard into his body even as he speaks. "Good whores ask for what they want. And you want to be Daddy's good whore, don't you?" 

He wants it almost as sharply as he wants, "Touch my clit, please, Daddy! Close, please, need you--" 

"Oh, my sweet little girl," Dabi mewls because the condescending words are only making him need it more. He's so close. "No." 

Dabi whines, fresh tears falling down his cheeks. 

"Because good girls can cum just from having Daddy's cock in their tight little pussies." And he's bound and determined to prove that, because the grip against his body tightens as Daddy angles his hips up a little more, pulls back nearly entirely out of is hole, and thrusts back in hard, making sure that the entire length of is cock moves over his prostate as he fucks him so heard Dabi's insides feel like they're being stirred up. 

He barely hangs on for two thrusts at that new, perfect angle before he's screaming, "Daddy!", as his balls tighten and his clit kicks hard as his orgasm swells through his skin. He paints his release up his chest, splattering his own chin, and tightens even more around Daddy's cock as every cell in his body hums with pleasure. 

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cum, baby. Did such a good job--" Daddy keeps moving inside of him as Dabi writhes as his pleasure goes sharper and sharper on each subsequent thrust until it trips over the edge into pain and Dabi is whining again. Thankfully, it doesn't take much longer after that for Daddy to drive his cock in deep one more time before Dabi is drenched with his cum all over again. 

He is beyond dazed when he realizes that Daddy's pulled out, but there's still something inside of him. Moving around in the mess that is beginning to leak out of his swollen cunt. 

"Open your mouth, princess." 

Dabi follows the command immediately and the fingers pull out of his pussy and move to his mouth instead, dripping with more of Daddy's cum. He doesn't have to be asked, he latches onto the soiled leather as soon as they touch his lips, sucking on his fingers and licking them clean as Daddy smiles at him softly and strokes his hair. 

"You did such a good job, little girl. Such a good girl for Daddy. Showed the entire world how ruined you already are." His head is too full of cotton candy fluff for him to make sense of what he's being told. "Seems like such a waste to kill you now." Daddy's voice lingers for a second and he hums. "I'm sure I can find use for such an obedient whore, so I think I'm going to keep you, princess. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't you want to stay with Daddy?" 

Dabi nods weakly with his fingers still in his mouth. Daddy takes them out and he barely slurs, "Yes, Daddy." 

"Good girl. Let's get going before the heroes come and find your best performance yet, sweetheart." Daddy picks him up and Dabi curls up against his chest, too exhausted to know anything past how good it feels to be held after something so intense. 

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Dabi is fucking boneless when he sort of starts to come out of it enough to realize that someone's wiping the cum from his face, and has wrapped him in his robe. He blinks as he realizes he's just sort of staring at the cables running across the floor to the lights. The cloth touches the edge of a sore staple and he whimpers softly, that little bit of pain making him wince. 

"Sorry," the touch lightens immediately and Dabi looks up to find the voice. Shigaraki tries to be even more gentle as he finishes up. "Here, Giran said you like to have this after you're finished?" He reaches over for the smoothie that he'd brought for the shoot. He hits the button to flip out the straw and brings it to Dabi's lips and he manages to stay coherent enough to take a few sips. The sharp sugary sweetness and coldness of the drink against his tongue has him moaning hazily, taking the cup and trying to get more into his parched throat. "Not too fast, baby." Shigaraki murmurs, stroking his hair softly. Dabi forces himself to slow down. 

It still takes about half of the smoothie for him to fully register that other people are moving around. Lighting people, sound people, people breaking down the set because they must have gotten the shots they needed. Shigaraki is still sitting with him, one hand rubbing along his back, and the other tapping at some game on his phone. 

"Holy fuck," He croaks. 

Before Shigaraki can get a word in, Giran is right in front of him, looking ecstatic. "'Holy fuck'!" He agrees, possibly on the verge of vibrating. "You came! On camera! And the chemistry, you two played off each other perfectly." 

Dabi is still a little too hazy to fully match his excitement. But yeah, yeah that was perfect. He can't remember the last time he was able to slip into the headspace of a scene on camera and not have little bubbles of work break through. But even though Shigaraki had mostly stuck to using Muscular's dialogue, he hadn't felt like cringing out of his skin, and the things he's added-- "I think I'm going to keep you, princess. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't you want to stay with Daddy?"-- he hadn't squirmed to try and get to a better angle for the cameras, hadn't given a thought to if his makeup was running the way it was supposed to or not. He had just been in the scene like this was for fun and not for work and he'd cum on camera. 

"Did we get the shots?" He's pretty sure they must have, or Giran would definitely look more stressed out than happy. 

"We got everything, kid. And you," He rounds on Shigaraki who's hand falls away from Dabi's back. "You should let me get you an agent. Once this debut airs, you're going to be in high demand." 

Shigaraki looks amused, "I don't think I'll have time to do this professionally, but I'm glad that my performance was satisfactory." 

"'Satisfactory'," Giran sounds disbelieving as he shakes his head. "Fucking Christ, you have no idea." He really doesn't. It's a good thing that he's already got a sex club, and Dabi wonders how many more people will be looking to contract him as their dom once this goes live. "Dabi, you good?" 

He gives a weak thumbs up. "Ibuprofen?" 

"I'll check with Mai." He goes away and Shigaraki gives him his full attention. 

"Was anything too much?" 

"You made me cum on camera, I literally don't think that you could have done any better, Shigaraki." 

That gets the other man giving him a small, bemused smile. "You put on quite a show as well. I may be biased, but I think that might have been your best performance." 

He's absolutely biased, but he's also right, and Dabi hasn't even seen the tape yet. "Best one I've ever put on in public, definitely." He hints very lightly as he takes another sip of his smoothie. Oh, he absolutely needs a real shower when he gets home and then he's gonna order a million things to eat before he soaks in the tub until it all arrives. Is that aftercare as good as when he has someone else seeing to his needs after an intense scene? No, but he knows how to make due after all this time. 

Shigaraki reaches into his jacket pocket and Dabi realizes that he's dressed already. "I have to get back to V to start getting things set up for tonight," He explains. But he takes out a card and a pen and scrawls something across the back. "If you decide that you want to put on a meet-and-greet or another live event, you can reach me at the number on the front." He hands over the matte charcoal gray card embossed with red foil that has his name, number and email on the front. Dabi flips it over to the back and finds that he's written another number on the back in red ink.

"And this one?"

"My personal line, if you ever want to have a more private party or dinner sometime?"

Dabi hums. He gets asked out a lot, he gets propositioned a thousand times more often than that. He knows how to play it cool. Shigaraki doesn't need to know that he's committing the digits to memory. "I'll keep that in mind," he says lazily. "Thanks for your work today, Shigaraki." 

"You can use my first name, Dabi." 

"Tomura," he corrects, and pretends he doesn't like how that tastes on his tongue. It earns him one of those slow, approving smiles that makes Dabi want to get right back on his knees for him even though his lips are so sore already. 

"I hope I hear from you soon." And that's all he leaves him with. Dabi watches him head out, stopping to exchange a few words with a blushing Iguchi and a slightly manic Giran before he's leaving the set. Mai brings him the pain meds he'd asked for and he finishes his smoothie before he gets dressed and he arranges his ride. 

If he puts Tomura's personal number into his phone while he waits, then that's not anyone else's business but his own. 

[poppy5991]

After the death of his son, Enji takes what revenge he can grasp against a corrupt church by helping the harpy that is intended as a religious sacrifice escape to safety. But each and every one of their fates is much more intertwined than any of them had imagined.

A wind blows and a storm begins to brew on the horizon.

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I’ve been workshopping this one for a while and I’m really enjoying it! So hopefully you guys will too!

[messagesfromthestarrs]

Stress Relief

ship: Shigaraki Tomura/Dabi

fandom: my hero academia

genre: all smut no plot

warnings: none, its pretty vanilla. slight ooc. the writing may seem a bit cringe at first but it gets better trust me okay.

word count: 3.5k

They had a close call with the heroes. Luckily, the league of villains managed to escape last second.

Tomura was fucking stressed. So, so many narrow escapes, it was a huge surprise that his fellow league members made it out of there safe.

He paced around the "common room" area of the League's new hideout. Everyone else had already retired to their rooms. Tomura was scratching his neck, thinking, planning, analysing, criticising. He didn't notice his right hand man sitting on one of the chairs, watching him. Tomura was startled out of his thoughts when Dabi sighed and called out to him from across the room. "You look like you need a drink."

Tomura's scratching only got worse at that. He refused to look into Dabi's eyes, because he knew that the second he would, he would be trapped by Dabi's icy gaze and eyes that were the same colour as his fire.

That was the other reason Tomura couldn't relax. He couldn't stop thinking about Dabi. Couldn't stop himself from staring at him. Couldn't stop himself from imaging unholy things about him. Tomura couldn't breathe normally when Dabi would shove him out of the way of an attack and end up on top of him. Tomura stoped himself from thinking about Dabi's scarred hands on him. About what Dabi could do to him. About what he could do to Dabi.

Tomura started to lose control of himself when he was around Dabi.

Little did he know that Dabi felt the same way about Tomura.

Little did he know that Dabi had a plan in mind, something that he had been wanting to put into action for an embarrassingly long time.

"Well, don't we all." Tomura replied a few seconds later than normal since he was so busy imagining what Dabi's low and gravely voice would sound like in the morning after a particularly good night.

Tomura finally decided to look into Dabi's eyes and tried to decifer what he was thinking. Dabi looked the same as always, barely a scratch on him, his fire keeping away his enemies. But there was something different in his eyes. Something similar to how he looked when he was thinking and planning. What was he thinking about? What was he planning? Tomura couldn't help but wonder.

"Tell you what," Dabi said as he stood up from his seat and walked towards Shigaraki, "since we both need to blow off some steam, how about we get some drinks and give each other some company?"

Shigaraki considered the offer for a bit, then shaked his head "No, I don't want to drink anything right now. I just... I don't know."

"Ah, well, in that case," Dabi casually stepped into Shigaraki's personal space, locking eyes with him and lowering his own voice, "I had some... other things in mind."

There was a challenging look in his eyes, as if he was daring Tomura to take this further. So he did, "What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." Dabi stepped even closer to Shigaraki, still refusing to break eye contact, his voice and eyes hypnotic "we could, uh, you know, give each other company in a different way. I know some other ways to relieve stress" Dabi finished his sentence in an... odd manner. There was something different in the air, something that Tomura had never felt before.

And that's when it hit him. "Oh. Oh " he blurted out. Huh. Wow, this was a lot for him to process. He looked deep into Dabi's eyes to verify if this was what he thought it was.

Dabi's pupils were blown wide, making those turquoise eyes (that Tomura thought about in the wee hours of the night) look darker yet brighter at the same time, with a mischievous glint in them. Tomura couldn't stop looking into those eyes. Tomura felt his heartbeat get a little faster than he'd like, the adrenaline from their narrow escape starting to creep back into his body.

They seemed to be having a silent conversation by their eyes: 'you wanna do this? you know we can never go back from this'

Tomura felt the urge to kiss Dabi, to do so many unimaginable things to him, to get so many unimaginable things done to him by the arsonist. Dabi had the same feelings.

Dabi looked him up and down, and raised an eyebrow at his boss. Tomura nodded his head, a silent command in his crimson eyes. It was hard to tell who lurched forward first, but before they knew it, their lips clashed. Tomura let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding.

He felt ecstatic. The person he had been obsessed with the past who knows how long, the person who haunted his dreams, was currently all over him.

Their kiss deepened, their breaths got heavier, they got needier. They both wanted more.

Breaking the kiss with a small gasp, Shigaraki grasped Dabi's shoulders, looked him in the eye and commanded "Bedroom. Now."

Dabi breathed out a "fuck yes ", then they practically ran towards Shigaraki's bedroom.

Dabi paused, and realised that there was a good chance Shigaraki might decay him. "Hey, wait do you have some sort of gloves to stop your quirk?"

They finally reached their destination, shoved open the door and stumbled inside, locking the door behind them.

"Yeah- yeah I do, give me a second" Tomura quickly made his way to his bed, Dabi following him and removing his coat. Tomura went through the bedside table and fished out and put on a special pair of gloves that covered only his pinky and ring fingers.

With that taken care of, Tomura shoved Dabi onto his bed, pushing him up against the headboard, into a sitting position, and Dabi just let him. Tomura then gathered his courage, sat on Dabi's lap and straddled him. They resumed their kissing, but this time with Tomura grinding his hips against Dabi's lap in a slow rhythm, soft moans and groans escaping both of their mouths.

To Tomura, every little touch sent small spikes of electricity through his body, his blood rushing.

Their kiss deepened as Dabi and Tomura began exploring each other's bodies more freely. Dabi's hands slid under Tomura's shirt and moved up and down his back, firm and holding him close. Tomura threaded his hands through Dabi's hair, reassured by the gloves and desperate for something to hold on to.

Because of the way they were sitting, they could feel the other's erections growing by the second. Dabi decide to try something a little more mischievous as his hands made their way to Shigaraki's thighs, stroking them. He bit down on Shigaraki's bottom lip at the same time as he jerked his hips up into Shigaraki's, relishing the lewd moan that escaped his boss's mouth.

Shigaraki broke the kiss to catch his breath, "fuck, Dabi, I want more."

"Glad we're on the same page, Tomura." Shigaraki shivered at hearing his name in that tone and voice. Dabi continued, with a tinge of desperation in his voice "so how d'you wanna do this? Fast or slow? Soft or rough? I'll do whatever you want baby, I'm all yours."

Shigaraki's face reddened at that. "I'm... not sure. Look, this is my first time okay? I don't know anything, really" he confessed, feeling rather embarrassed.

Dabi felt weirdly happy to be Shigaraki's first time. He lifted him off of his lap and shifted so that he was on top of Shigaraki, lying down. Dabi loved the way Shigaraki was blushing right then; he leaned down slightly to whisper "i could teach you a few things" and kissed the area right behind Shigaraki's ear (where the jaw starts), making him shiver again.

"Hmm, I like that. A lot." Said Shigaraki, "ya know what? I'm leaving this up to you. You can do whatever you want to me, I'm all yours." He was giving up control. He was gonna let Dabi take the reigns instead, let loose and relax. Huh, this was a good idea.

Dabi looked deep in thought for a few seconds, deciding what things to do to Shigaraki, where to start. Shigaraki started to grow impatient, imprisoned underneath Dabi. After some good consideration, Dabi finally decided on a few things.

"Hey, I want to see you. Can you strip for me?" Shigaraki did not hesitate a second to rip off his clothes, almost decaying them in the process. His skin was pale, tinted pink with his blush and marked with old scars and some beauty spots here and there. Dabi looked downward immediately and was impressed at the sight, and slightly surprised since he didn't expect Shigaraki to be that big. "Dang, gamer boy, you're impressive" Dabi purred at said gamer boy, who's face and chest were a lovely shade of reddish-pink.

Dabi then slowly scanned the rest Shigaraki's body with his eyes, clearly enjoying the view. The blue-haired man in question got even more impatient "just fuck me already, I want you, now."

Dabi chuckled lightly at the desire and desperation in his boss's voice. "Quite eager, aren't we?" He teased lightly, warming up his hands with his quirk and massaged Shigaraki's thighs. Shigaraki shivered at the touch and tried to move a bit so that Dabi's hands would be on his cock instead, but it was to no avail since Dabi held him firmly in place. So instead, Shigaraki tried to touch himself, but Dabi grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above Shigaraki's head. Shigaraki whined at the lack of friction, which provided Dabi further motivation to tease him. Dabi leant down and began kissing Shigaraki's thighs, then stomach, then chest and neck. He tried to kiss everywhere he could, everywhere except Shigaraki's dick.

"Oh for fucks sake, just do it already please Dabi please just fuck me already!"

Dabi let out a satisfied hum at that. Shigaraki's begging made him harder, and as much as Dabi wanted to suck the soul out of his boss, he still wanted to drag this thing they had going on a bit longer. The chances of something like this happening again were low, so Dabi had to make the most of it.

"Look at you, such a needy little slut" Dabi growled in a taunting tone "so hard, so desperate, and just for me?" Shigaraki grumbled and turned his head away, blushing harder, his hips jerking involuntarily. So apperantly Boss was into degradation, noted.

"Alright then Tomura, you're gonna be a good boy for me?" Shigaraki grumbled something again, and blushed harder. Dabi let his hands stray near Shigaraki's thighs and cock, barely touching. Leaning down close to Shigaraki's ear, "Now now~ I won't give you any pleasure if you're gonna be a brat. I could just leave you here, all alone." Dabi purred seductively, and bit Tomura's collarbone who whimpered in response, gripping his bedsheets tightly. "I'll ask again; are you gonna be a good boy for me? You're gonna listen to me and make pretty little noises? Do exactly as I say, understand?"

"Hnnng yeah I will- just fuck me please I'll be a good boy! I'll do everything you say! Please, just do something! "

Dabi's stomach did some funky backflips at hearing the pure lust and desire and desperation in Shigaraki's voice. "Fuck- say that again"

Shigaraki lurched forward, muttering a few colourful curses under his breath. He caught Dabi and wrapped his arms tightly around Dabi's shoulders, smashing their lips together in a brief yet heated kiss. He stopped kissing for a second to say, "Fucking- I'll be your good boy okay! I'll moan and scream for you I'll do whatever the fuck you want me to do, just- just- ugh! " and promptly brought their lips together again.

"Oh fuck yes, Tomura, I'll fuck you good and hard all night long, baby." To prove his words, Dabi gently, finally, stroked Tomura's cock, and the rewarding lewd moan Tomura let out was music to Dabi's ears.

They readjusted their position slightly, so now Shigaraki was sitting at the edge of his bed with Dabi kneeling on the floor in front of him. Finally, after what had felt like hours of torture and teasing, Dabi spread Tomura's legs wide, and leant down and put his mouth around the head of Tomura's cock. Tomura gasped at the touch, his hips jerking up in surprise. Slowly, Dabi began to sink lower, taking in as much of Tomura's huge member as he could fit in his mouth, going slowly at first, then suddenly quickening his pace.

Tomura shouted in surprise as Dabi swallowed him down, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of Dabi’s throat. Without thinking, Tomura tangled one of his hands into Dabi’s black hair, his grip tight and punishing. Dabi rumbled in pleasure, sending a vibration down Tomura’s length that had his toes curling, "Fuck- fuck, okay yeah cool"

Dabi looked up at him, a smug look in his eyes.

Slowly, Dabi brought his head back up then slammed down again, resulting in a gasp from Tomura. Dabi began to bob his head up and down in a slow and sensual rhythm, holding eye contact the entire time. He was enjoying himself.

Dabi was being torturously slow and that annoyed the hell out of Shigaraki. But their eye contact was held as a challenge, to see who would break it first. That was a thing Tomura was struggling with. Dabi seemed to have complete control over him, despite being the one looked down upon. To Tomura, just the sight of Dabi seated between his legs, mouth filled with his cock and that look in his eyes; that was more than enough to fluster Tomura, despite the lack of friction. He was the first to look away, bite his lips to poorly hide a whimper.

Immediately after the eye contact broke, Dabi rose his head up, moving to suck and bite Tomura's inner thighs instead.

All the foreplay had already put Shigaraki on the brink of collapse. He was turning into a whimpering and moaning mess, gripping onto the sheets with one hand and Dabi's hair with another.

"ughh please Dabi- more-"

Dabi, on the other hand, was having a power trip. Shigaraki Tomura, enemy of the nation, most dangerous man alive, falling apart with barely any effort. Shigaraki kept whining and gasping and desperately tugging Dabi's hair. The boss was the one completely naked and covered in possessive marks, while Dabi simply languidly moved his tongue across that monstrosity of a cock. It fueled Dabi's obsession and also made him realise how tight his pants were getting. He was getting impatient.

"do you have any lube? and condoms?"

"uh- no?" right. of course he didn't.

"right. of course you don't. fucking virgin."

that earned Dabi a sharp pull of his hair, to which he fake moaned dramatically. "all right, let me get some from my room" he said, getting up.

"w-wait- " Tomura seemed to panic, grabbing Dabi's wrist "don't go…" he pouted.

Dabi's heart fluttered. he leaned down to peck his lips, "dont worry boss, I'll be back soon" and sprinted to complete his mission

upon returning from his room, which took less than 2 minutes mind you, Dabi came upon quite the sight: Shigaraki Tomura, wearing nothing but Dabi's coat, jerking himself off. Dabi stood transfixed for a moment, eyes unable to turn away from that veiny, weeping cock, from Shigaraki's bony hands moving at inhuman speeds, muttering Dabi's name into his coat, breathing in his scent.

Dabi might as well go insane.

Tomura's eyes fell on him at last, making eye contact. He seemed to be getting off on being watched, came with a shudder and Dabi's name on his lips.

Dabi… might as well go insane.

"Uh. boss."

"yes, my soldier?" a cat like smile, eyes still dazed

"...I thought I told you to wait for me." he crosses his arms

Tomura gets on his stomach and elbows, hair falling over most of his face, coat slipping off one shoulder. "what're you gonna do about it?" he murmured, " punish me?"

and with that, all of Dabi’s self control went down the drain.

He charged onto the bed, flipped Tomura over, pinning him to the bed. They kissed passionately, completely engrossed in the other's essence, blind to the world. Yes, Dabi did shove his tongue down Tomura’s throat and yes, Tomura did respond with a strangled moan.

Breaking away from the kiss, Tomura looked even more fuckable. Hair messy, covered in bites and hickeys, mouth slack and red, eyes lidded, panting, his own cum on his stomach and his dick already hard. What a painting. Dabi could not wait a moment longer to wreck him more.

Dabi got rid of his clothes as well, put on a condom and started to work open Tomura's hole.

Tomura lied down on his back, spreading his legs open,allowing dabi access.

dabis fingers were warm and gentle as they began teasing the rim, slick with lube. he made sure to prep tomura properly, he definitely wouldn't want to hurt him. not only because he cared for him, but also because Tomura would literally rip Dabi's dick off if something went wrong.

the fingers penetrating tomura felt cold and uncomfortable at first, but soon enough he was enjoying himself. dabi was warming up his hands with his quirk and was curling his fingers just right.

Dabi gazed at Shigaraki as he continued his ministrations, and a fleeting thought came- he wanted to ride his boss' dick some day. it would be a waste not to.

and soon enough, with all the preparations done, they were ready. Tomura's hole clenched in anticipation. He felt like he'd been waiting for this for an eternity.

"relax" dabi said.

Nodding, tomura responded "I'm ready"

dabi coated his penis with some leftover lube, and pressed the head up against the rim. slowly, he pushed inside. he didn't go all the way just yet, and waited for Shigaraki to give him the green to continue.

tomura bit his lip and scrunched his eyes in concentration, getting used to the feeling of fullness. he nodded at dabi.

fuck that went deep. very deep. Dabi slid out slowly, then slammed back in, shaking Tomura's whole world.

dabi pulled out, and pushed his dick in all the way until he bottomed out.

Tomura had half a mind to tell Dabi to slow down, but to be honest he liked it. he liked the way dabi dragged his length in Tomura's hole, he liked the way the man above moved harshly and desperately.

dabi was trying hard to keep his cool, but tomura was just so warm and tight, he made all the right noises and his back arched and his ass was so plump. dabi had one hand gripping tomuras waist and the other hand in that soft blue hair

tomura was lost in his own pleasure, chasing that dopamine high. his moans were loud and he was chanting Dabi's name as his hard dick stretched his walls.

they kept going at it, dabi pounding him progressively harder, hitting all the good spots. tomura was practically getting hammered into the bed, which creaked with every thrust. tomuras eyes rolled back, a string of moans and incoherent begging escaped his mouth. their minds were filled with buzzing and a warm feeling was gathering rapidly in their lower abdomens.

at one point, they switched positions to doggy style. this allowed dabi a better view of that ass, and he found the perfect angle to ram into Tomura's sensitive spot.

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with lewd sounds. their bodies were sweat-slicked and hot. this was everything tomura had dreamt of, and dabi had craved. who'd have thought they'd be doing this.

soon enough, Tomura's asshole was clenching as he came a second time, Dabi's name on his tongue, eyes rolling and back arching.

dabi himself was unable to hold on any longer and burrowed deep inside Tomura's tight warmth, also coming.

.

later, after having cleaned up, the two were cuddling on the bed, spooning. yes, dabi was big spoon. Dabi's one hand was caressing Tomura's hair, and the other mischievously snaked down Tomura's abdomen and grasped the base of his cock.

Shigaraki grunted, asking sleepily "what are you doing now…"

dabi pressed closer from behind to the other's ear, talking sensually "tomura, I am going to ride your dick one day." he began pumping, feeling Tomura get a bit harder "i want this inside me so bad… you're great when you're submissive and breedable but fuck man… it would be a waste if I didn't… i wanna be filled up by you too…"

then, tomura turned around suddenly to face dabi. he stared intensly for a moment, and pulled another bullshit move that would make dabi go insane. Tomura climbed on top of dabi, stared right into Dabi's eyes, hot blue and cold red, and breathed out "What are you waiting for?"

dabi smirked to himself. this night was far from over.

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Warning ⚠️: content is 18+ minors DNI.

Fanfic Need To Know: ShigaDabiHawks. Smut fic. 5k. Unusual ABO Dynamics.

Note: this has not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Fire, Ash and Angels.

“New Omega laws have been put in place as of today. This is for the good of all classes, so make sure to properly follow them or submit to the consequences. The laws are as follows; 1. Omegas must be accompanied by their mate be it Alpha or Beta. 2. Omega’s are no longer permitted to leave their family homes until they are mated. 3. Omegas must go through each heat, suppressants are no longer legal for Omegas to use although they will still be available to Alphas. Finally 4. Abortion is now banned for Omegas under penalty of death. Abortion clinics will now only be available to alpha and beta women.” *click*

Smoke filled the room as blue flames licked at the seams of the scars running all along Dabi’s body. Rage overtook him as yet more restrictions were set by society for him and his fellow Omega. He’d been having a halfway decent day with some strong painkillers he’d acquired earlier that day. After taking a couple he’d decided to lounge on his couch and watch some tv while waiting for them to kick in. Lotta good that did as his quirk reacted to his inner rage causing him to burn through the couple of pills he’d taken just twenty minutes prior.

Suddenly a knock could be heard coming from the small window in his bedroom. Getting up, he made his way into said room only to find red eyes glaring at him through long white hair. Opening the window he moved aside to let the other in, knowing the other was probably just as angry as he was.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” A raspy voice half shouted. Causing Dabi to slightly flinch at the sudden noise before settling in his anger once more.

Shigaraki Tomura was a semi-famous streamer and unknown leader to a group of omega and omega supporters whose goal was to ultimately take down the government, and to change the sexist laws that had been in place for generations. He’d started this underground group when he’d turned 15 and now at age 20 was being searched for by the police and pro heros alike. No one had ever come close to finding him though, thanks to some underground heros secretly being Omegas despite it being illegal for Omegas to become pro heroes in the first place.

“Every time I feel like we’ve taken a step forward, they push us back by ten. It’s infuriating.” The white haired omega seethed, plopping down on the couch Dabi had previously been occupying.

Dabi had no words as he looked at his childhood friend and mate seething on the couch with notes of distress leaking from the sent patch he kept on his neck and wrists. Deciding words wouldn’t be enough right now, Dabi made his way over to the other crouching down to come face to face with his increasingly distressed boyfriend. Moving slowly, he pulled off the others patch before slotting his wrist against the others neck in an attempt to calm him down just a little. Letting out a small gasp, Tomura’s body immediately relaxed as his partner's scent slid over him like a blanket. Campfire and Cigarette smoke. An unusual scent for an Omega but it wasn’t like his was much better, with it being metallic with a hint of vanilla.

Both scents were frowned upon by society, deeming them both as either bland or not soft enough for normal Omega standards. They didn’t care though as they were already breaking society's rules by simply being together. An Omega being mated to another Omega just simply wasn’t allowed and the only reason it wasn’t made a law yet was due to people already beating and raping any Omega that dared to love one of their own.

Both understood the risk but like with most other laws and restrictions in their world they decided to say fuck it. They’d started dating officially at age 15 but had been helping each other through heats since they were both 13. Heats came once every month and became more and more hormonal as the person grew into adulthood. Since they were childhood friends, their cycles had synced up due to the shared pheromones between them.

At age 15 they met Keigo, a young alpha who after showing his hatred for the system and the people who had basically enslaved him, had become quite close to the two. Going so far as to look after them whenever they needed it. At age eighteen they invited Keigo, now known by his hero name Hawks, to share a heat with them.

They’d both talked about it extensively before offering, having the other already know that they were mates long before. Keigo had agreed but not before another long conversation about boundaries and what this would mean for the three's relationship going forward.

They’d all agreed on some set boundaries along with just starting out as heat partners for the time being. The first time they were all together was a bit awkward but quickly smoothed out as Keigo got to know just how the two usually handled their time of the month. Overall it had been an experience they’d all wanted to repeat.

A phone ringing was what startled the two out of their moment, as Dabi shifted away to let the other grab said phone. Glancing down, the ID read pretty bird. Clicking on the green answer button and setting it to the speaker, the two only needed to wait a moment before a semi- loud voice rang through the phone. “Are you both ok?” Came hawks' winded voice, clearly flying while calling them. “Yeah we’re both ok, Kei. I just arrived at Dabi’s, come over?” Came Shigaraki’s softer tone, having calmed down from his mate's scent.

“Sure, be there in five. Oh and don’t go out Mura, I know you like to sneak out but the heros have been getting closer to you. Time to lay low, ok?” Hawks replied, wind causing the call to glitch a few times.

“Sure pretty bird, just don’t get caught coming here. And stay fucking safe.”

“Sure Mura, be there soon.”

With that the call ended. Taking this as an opportunity, Dabi picked up his mate to carry him to his bed. They’d agreed that a few days before their heat was set to start they’d stay together until it ended. Dabi had wanted to move in completely together, but both Keigo and Tomura had refused, saying it would be too dangerous at the time. With Hawks being the number three hero and Tomura running his underground network, they couldn’t risk all being in the same place permanently. Not to mention his job. Dabi was known by most as an un-classed assassin that would work for any mafia that he shared mutual goals with.

They nicknamed him Kitsune. A trickster who moved with the grace of a fox, causing chaos and death wherever he went. The real reason he joined mafia groups was to rescue trapped omegas, as many as he could. Many thought he was a beta, some thought he was an alpha. But no one had ever suspected him of being what he actually was, an Omega. The omega’s he set free were set up in safe houses that Tomura’s network setup. They’d had this plan since they were thirteen. And finally it was doing some good.

Once Hawks and a few other underground heros had joined it’d become a bit easier, making it to where they could get out more Omegas at a time. They were happy with what they had accomplished so far, but they still had work to do. They wouldn’t stop until all omegas were free.

It seemed like forever before a soft knocking sound could be heard coming from the window. Dabi hadn’t bothered to pull the shade down after Tomura came in so they could both see hawks sitting on the fire escape waiting to be let in. Pushing himself up, the black haired Omega made his way to the window, letting the blonde inside much like he’d done earlier with Tomura.

Once fully in, Keigo immediately latched onto Dabi, moving to remove his own scent patch in order to mix scents with the other. It only took a moment before the scent of oranges and sandalwood filled the room causing both Omegas to unconsciously relax around who they deemed a safe alpha.

“Are you both ok? I can’t believe they set these new fucking laws, and what about the mission coming up? If Omegas can’t be out alone… we don’t have enough patches for everyone-” Keigo’s spiraling was cut off as Dabi clasped his hands around the alpha’s face, kissing him to shut him up. The kiss itself only lasted a couple of seconds before Dabi was pulling back once more to reassure the younger. “We’re going to work around this. I agree this is a setback but that’s never stopped us before.” Dabi encouraged, putting his wrist against the blonde's neck in order to scent him.

“He’s right, Kei. This is only a setback, we‘ll work through this like we’ve done every time before.” Tomura called from his place on the bed, gesturing for the older to come over.

Upon reaching the bed, Keigo was immediately pulled down to lay across the white haired man’s chest, positioned in a way that would allow Tomura to pet his hair and snuggle him at the same time. It was three days until all three’s heats and rut would begin but both Omegas always got extremely clingy and touchy in the following days. No sex was allowed until their shared cycles began due to just how agitated their genitals would be by the end of it.

With Dabi joining them, they shifted in a way to where Keigo was on top of both of them covering what was left with his wings. It was true that Tomura and Dabi got clingy but it was almost overshadowed by Keigo’s need to protect and cover them from the view of anyone outside their group.

It was an instinct all Alpha’s had, hiding their vulnerable mates from view in order to properly take care of them and keep them safe. Adding on Keigo’s bird traits only caused this instinct to heighten, meaning that when he did go into a rut, the windows and doors needed to be blocked before he could calm down.

Keigo cooed softly as a warm hand started preening his wings, while another slightly cooler hand carded through his hair. Keigo couldn’t be more happy with the relationship he had with the two Omegas. He’d fallen head over heels for the two when they’d first met at age 15.

*

It was during one of his missions for the commission that was ‘off the books.’ He’d been tailing a big ceo alpha one night when suddenly the man turned into an alleyway off to the side. Following quickly, Keigo stopped at the mouth of the alley only to be surprised at what he saw.

The man had apparently taken an interest in a tall black haired man, which with further inspection turned out to be an omega. An omega who currently was going into heat by the scent of things. Waiting a little longer, Keigo saw that the alpha had cornered the omega against a wall and was practically shoving his head into the other's neck. He could hear the black haired man curse at him while trying to shove him away, but it was to no avail.

The man at that point had started to growl, and get really physical. He’d gotten the Omega’s pants undone by the time he’d made up his mind to blow his cover and intervene when out of the darkness came a loud hiss. The distinct hiss of an angry omega. Suddenly the alpha was being thrown into the other side of the ally with what looked to be a white blur moving quickly after him. All that came from the man was a cut off scream before he seemed to melt into- what was that? Dust? Ash?

Well it didn’t really matter as he was quite dead now. Glancing back to the omega in heat he saw a slightly shorter white haired man reach out, redoing the other's pants before readjusting them to where the taller was leaning on the shorter.

Deciding that he couldn’t just leave them there, he slowly made his way into the alleyway. Immediately he was hit with the scent of distress. The minute he was noticed, a sharp hiss could be heard coming from the white haired omega. Small whines and whimpers could be heard coming from the other as he was clearly in pain and scared due to his vulnerable state. He was only a few feet away when he stopped, putting his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat.

“I’m not here to hurt you, I just wanted to make sure you both were ok.” Keigo spoke, using a softer tone to try and further show he wasn’t going to do anything.

“Fuck off, we don’t need your help.” The white haired omega spat, adjusting to the black haired omega to be further hidden by him.

“I’m sorry, I know the last thing you want is help from an alpha but I really don’t think you’ll be able to carry your friend alone.” Keigo tried again, moving down onto one knee so he wasn’t looming over where they were slouched on the ground.

Just as the white haired omega was about to respond, a loud howl could be heard coming from the black haired omega. “Shit, he’s dropped fully.” The white haired omega hissed, moving his wrist to slot itself against the other's neck.

“You don’t have much time, all alpha’s within a five mile radius would have just heard that howl. They’ll come here and I don’t think you’ll be able to fight them all off on your own.” Keigo reasoned, becoming a little more desperate as his senses threatened to take control.

“Fine. But if you try anything, and I mean anything, I’ll kill you faster than you can even blink.” The omega relented, adding on a threat for good measure. Finally having the go ahead, Keigo moved to take the black haired omega into his arms. “Where does he live? Is it far?” Keigo asked, looking towards the entrance of the alley to make sure no one was coming in.

“He lives about three blocks from here, I’ll lead you there but you’ll need to leave immediately after.” The white haired omega spoke, getting up from where he’d previously been huddled on the ground.

“Of course.” Was all he could respond, feeling the waves of pheromones coming off the omega in his arms. It took all his strength to resist his instinct, and even then that didn’t stop the canines in his mouth to enlarge or himself to get hard.

The walk to the omegas house was one of the most difficult things he’d done but he knew it’d be worth it in the end if it kept both of them safe. After all, what kind of a hero was he going to become if he couldn’t help a couple of omegas in a predicament.

Reaching what looked to be an old apartment building with a fence wrapped around it, Keigo noted a sign which stated omegas only. It was common for older buildings to be set as omega only buildings as most newer buildings were made to accommodate alphas and betas. Keigo thought it was stupid but knew that while he was under the commission there wasn’t much he could do.

Making his way up creaky stairs, the white haired omega finally stopped at a door with black lines spray painted on the outside. Ah so that’s what the black haired omega was. Within omega only spaces, there were at least two to three omegas that stood out as a sort of protector over all the other omegas that resided in said space. Given the way the white haired omega fought, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was also deemed as a protector.

“I can take him from here.” The white haired man spoke, already grabbing the black haired man into his arms. “Ah, sure.” Was all he could get out before a door was promptly slammed in his face.

Just as he was about to leave, the door swung open once more, revealing the heat ridden omega from before. “Fuck! Dabi no!” The white haired omega shouted, running to grab the other to take him back inside. Dabi had apparently had other plans as he dodged the white haired omegas grabs and barreled his way into Keigo’s stomach, causing both of them to tumble to the floor.

“Fuck you smell so good.” Dabi slurred from his place on top of Keigo. “Ahh umm thanks? Could you get off me?” Keigo heaved out, trying to resist the pull of an omega in heat.

“Dabi! Get over here now!” Tomura snarled out, using a tone somewhere between an omega and alpha. In very rare cases, there were omegas born with the ability to command fellow omegas and sometimes even alphas, using a tone close to an alphas. It was so rare that Keigo had never met anyone who could do this until now, which was why he was confused as to why he’d immediately felt an intense urge to submit.

Immediately he was snatched from his thoughts as the sound of an omega whining could be heard coming from right above him. Within moments, Dabi was up and off his lap to obey what the white haired omega had commanded. “Mm sorry Tomura.” Dabi softly called, collapsing into the others arms. Sighing, Tomura looked over to where the blonde was still on the floor.

“Sorry about that. Oh and thank you for not trying anything. If you’d like, we can treat you to some coffee as a thank you. My name is Shigaraki Tomura, this clingy idiot is Dabi.” Shigaraki offered, moving Dabi’s head so it rested against his scent gland.

“Umm sure… uhh Takami Keigo is my name.” Was all he could get out, feeling the beginning signs of a pre rut coming on.

“Right, well Takami. Come to this apartment in three weeks.” With that Shigaraki closed the door once more, locking it so the other would have a harder time getting out.

They’d met for coffee like promised and got to know each other a bit better, Keigo decided he really liked both of them, but wouldn’t realize just how much until two years later.

*

Three days passed in a haze as the trio’s heats and ruts drew closer, it was on the third night that Dabi’s heat hit first. “Mmph, fuck. Mura, wake up. Dabs heat has started.” Keigo’s groggy voice called out. Feeling Dabi, who had ended up between them, rut against his thigh. Whines and whimpers could be heard coming from the black haired omega as he ground down against the blonde's thigh with increasing speed. “Kei… hurts.” Dabi just about sobbed, trying to get as much friction as he could.

“Shh shh, I know I’ve got you baby.” Keigo responded, shifting so that Dabi had more access to his thigh. Slick ran down his leg as the only thing between them was the thin fabric of his boxers. Tomura, who had woken up just moments before, snapped to attention at the sound of his mate whimpering. Moving to wrap his arms around the black haired man, Tomura could feel himself slipping into his heat as well.

Omegas aren’t supposed to mate with omegas, so not much is known when it comes to an omega pairing. And due to a lack of information, it came as a surprise when Tomura’s features started to change to something more alpha like after their first shared heat. His teeth grew a bit larger, not as large as an alphas, but still larger than an omega’s normal size. His build changed slightly, causing him to be a bit broader, while his heat scent took on a bit of a musk that usually only alpha’s had. The final change was the most surprising, as a medium sized knot grew at the base of his dick.

Neither were complaining at the changes and Keigo never felt challenged by the omega so it ended up being a pleasant change all around.

Just as Keigo noticed Tomura’s scent change, Dabi bit his shoulder, causing him to moan as the omega came on his thigh. At that point he knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to slip into his rut, he was just glad they had remembered to stalk up as the week ahead would be tough.

It was about two hours in when Tomura decided to switch things up. Keigo who had been switching between fucking both of them needed a break. So with a growl that had Keigo backing off, Tomura moved to take care of his whining mate who had just slipped back into his heat-addled brain after a brief reprieve. Moving in between the other omegas thighs, Tomura tapped the others lips in a silent order to open up. Obeying with a small whine, Tomura was able to get his fingers wet before immediately using them to slick up his cock.

It didn’t take much to slide in as Dabi was already stretched wide after Keigo had had his turn. Setting a slow pace, Tomura took the opportunity to mouth at the black haired omega’s neck and down to his chest. Keigo who had seemingly been forgotten off to the side was slowly stroking himself, watching his two omegas make love. “Tomura move, come on I need it please.” Dabi begged, causing the white haired man to growl with a snap of his hips.

“Alpha.” Tomura called, gaining the blonde’s attention instantly. “Be a good boy and get your ass ready for me, I think it’s about time you get some attention.” Tomura purred, lacing a hint of a command under it. Immediately Keigo moved to follow the others request, knowing that if he didn’t Tomura would most likely not allow him to cum again for the rest of the night. It was only recently that Tomura had asked if he could top when they fucked and Keigo had ended up stumbling over his words in his haste to agree. All his life Keigo had been taught to only submit to his handlers, which he never wanted to do. But when he thought about submitting of his own free will, he found that he actually liked the idea. And who better to submit to than Tomura.

He was torn once more from his inner thoughts as Tomura began to speak again. This time it wasn’t directed at him but the words themselves were enough to have him grabbing the bottle of synthetic slick from the nightstand that sat beside the bed.

“That’s it Dabi, you’re doing so well taking my cock. You feel so good. Mm fuck baby.” Tomura’s raspy voice purred, moving to the other‘s scent gland in order to coax more of the sweet scent out.

“Please Tomura, please please please. I need it.” Dabi wailed, as smoke started to seep through his seams.

“Need what, firefly?” Tomura questioned, deciding to tease the other a bit.

“Need to… need to cum please Tomu.. wanna cum.” Dabi slurred out.

Moving Dabi’s legs for a better angle, Tomura decided it was time to give in to what the lover wanted.

“Alright firefly, you’ve been so good for me. You may cum. Come on love, show me how beautiful you can be and cum for me.” Tomura commanded, speeding up his thrusts while aiming directly for the other’s prostate. “Mmm fuck!” Dabi moaned as he came, spurts of clear liquid hitting both his and Tomura’s stomachs. Tomura finished soon after, biting down on the others scent gland as his knot swelled and popped.

“Fuck that was hot.” Came Keigo’s hazy voice.

Looking over, Tomura noted that the alpha had obeyed him and had already gotten two fingers inside himself. “Add another.” He lightly commanded, loving the way Keigo’s eyes glossed over as he moved to obey. His knot wasn’t completely like an Alpha’s knot so it didn’t take as long to come down, allowing him to slowly remove his softening dick from Dabi’s well used ass. Grabbing a plug from the top drawer of the nightstand, Tomura moved to fill Dabi up once more, knowing that he would need a bit more time to focus on his alpha. After he was finished, he moved onto his back so that he could watch his partner open himself up.

Keigo whined as his dick felt like it was about to explode, but didn’t dare touch it, knowing Tomura hadn’t given him permission to yet. He could feel as red eyes cased his entire body, a sense of hunger that showed itself through the others scent, becoming more like a rut scent than a heat scent. Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention as Tomura moved to sit behind him.

A single gloved hand moved to encircle his torso as the other one started straightening his feathers. A moan ripped out of him at the contact as his partners lips moved against his ear.

“I’m gonna need you to be a bit more submissive than this, Kei. After all, I don’t want you to turn this around on me halfway through, so why don’t you be a good boy and cum for me.” Tomura purred, knowing that overstimulation was the best way to keep Keigo under him.

“Y-yes s-sir.” Keigo moaned, moving his fingers to start directly hitting his prostate. It didn’t take much more for to Keigo cry out, squirting a large amount of seman onto the bed in front of him before collapsing back into Tomura’s chest, cooing and chirping as he did.

“Good boy, such a good boy. That was so good, baby. You did so well for me.” Tomura praised, knowing that both Dabi and Keigo had praise kinks.

“Alright pretty bird, I want you on your stomach.” Tomura directed, moving the blonde to lay on the bed, a pillow being placed under his hips for comfort. Unlike with Dabi who didn’t get overstimulated no matter what they did during his heat, Keigo got overstimulated rather quickly. Causing Tomura to have to take care of both of them throughout their shared time. It wasn’t until near the end of their cycles that Dabi became coherent enough to take care of Tomura in return.

Moving to massage the base of Keigo’s wings, Tomura took the opportunity to just gaze at the beautiful alpha under him. He’d never felt this way for an alpha before but knew at this point he wouldn’t be able to let Keigo go. He could see that Dabi felt the same and wasn’t oblivious to the way Keigo stared at them both over the past few years.

“Tomu, please. I’ve been so patient.” Keigo begged, more bird noices encompassing his pleas as he did.

“Alright, angel. I’ve got you.” Tomura soothed, using some of his own slick to make entering easier.

Keigo was tighter than Dabi so it made it a bit harder to go in all at once, so Tomura took it slow, easing his way past the ring of his hole. Both men moaned as Tomura bottomed out. Waiting for Keigo to adjust, Tomura focused his attention on the alpha’s nipples, tugging and pinching them as he slowly started to ease his cock out. Finally to the tip, Tomura asked if Keigo was ready to which he got an enthusiastic chirp and yes from the alpha.

With that, Tomura slammed back in. Setting a brutal pace as he knew the alpha liked things a bit rough. Moans and whines could be heard coming from Keigo as he scrambled to latch onto the pillow he was strewn across. It took only a moment for Tomura to find the alpha’s prostate and a few seconds to shift and aim for it with each thrust. Keigo’s wings flared, sharpening and un-sharpening as his talons tore through the bed sheets. “How are you feeling angel? Are you still with me?” Tomura asked, moving to flip the other onto his back.

“Mhhmmm” was all he got in return before a wave of bird noises made their way out of the alpha’s mouth.

“Good boy, angel. So good for me.” Tomura purred, licking and sucking his scent gland as he did. With a few more well aimed thrusts and whines coming from the alpha, Tomura could tell that Keigo was getting close. Moving his hand to wrap around the others quickly swelling cock, Tomura squeezed right as the knot formed, causing the blonde to practically scream as his prostate was hit and his knot finally popped. Large amounts of cum covered both of them as Keigo finally came down, spurts of semen still coming out in waves.

With a few more thrusts, Tomura grunted as his own knot swelled and popped in the alpha’s ass.

Collapsing onto the alpha, Tomura took the chance to finally breathe, knowing that Dabi would be waking up soon from his passed out state.

Four days later, with three left to go saw Dabi finally snapping from his complete heat addled brain allowing Tomura to sink into his own. For the next three days, both Dabi and Keigo took turns making Tomura cum as much as he made them. Overall it was a tiring experience for all of them but they couldn’t be more happy.

Extra: The Talk

It was two weeks after the trios heats and rut ended that Dabi and Tomura sat Keigo down to have another talk about their relationship.

“So… you guys wanna mate me?” Keigo asked, voice small as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah. Is that ok? Do you want that with us?” Dabi asked, suddenly sounding a bit more nervous than when they’d started.

“Of course!“ Keigo half shouted, a huge smile spreading across his face as tears welled at the corners of his eyes.

“Well that’s good, I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no.” Tomura spoke, relief filling his tone.

“So.. when?” Keigo asked, looking between the two for an answer.

“Next heat. We’d like to be able to mate you as soon as possible. But Keigo, you know this’ll put you in danger right? The commission doesn’t take kindly to an alpha with more than one bonded.” Dabi warned, concern overtaking his features.

“I know Dabs, it’ll be ok. I’ll cover up the marks and use more scent blockers. I hate this, and I hope we can change things soon but for now just having you both is enough for me.” Keigo responded, smiling a genuine smile that he didn’t often get to show.

Just as Tomura was about to speak again he was interrupted by a text chiming on his phone.

Taking his phone out, a frown shadowed his face causing his partners to become more alert.

“It’s from Rain. Aizawa’s been taken by the commission.” Tomura hissed, getting up to get ready to leave.

“Fuck.” Dabi swore moving to follow his mate.

Keigo took a moment to marvel at the power his to be mates exuded as he got up from his own seat. He almost felt bad for the commission. Almost. After all, the commission had no idea what hell they were bringing down on themselves.

End

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Dabi had a fist full of light blue hair, a whine coming from his partner at the pain. Shigaraki was face down on the bed, Dabi standing and pounding him from behind. He panted as their hips slapped together, his poor untouched cock swinging between his limp legs. All that was keeping him up was the death grip Dabi had on his boss’s bony hips…

“What would you do if I seared my fingerprints into you, hm? Everyone in the league would know I that own this bratty ass…” He chuckled right into Tomura’s ear. His hot breath sent a shudder throughout his body.

“Fuck… you do not own me.” He spat back with gritted teeth, barely holding back whorish moans.

Dabi thrusts in roughly, making Shigaraki yelp. 

“That shut you up~”

Shigaraki could only hold himself up by his arms and hang his head as Dabi picked up the pace, his mind felt like it was going fuzzier by the moment.

Dabi’s cock reached deep inside, making his thighs shake every time he plunged deeper. So far in… he thought he was reaching some sort of limit.

“T-too much-! It’s… all the way in…” He choked out, the feeling of scarred hands burning his flesh making pre dribble from his slit.

“Take it, I’m gonna fill you to the brim.” His hands spread him even wider, intensifying the feeling of his walls scraping again that charred dick. 

That was it, Tomura couldn't hold himself up anymore and fell forward. His cheek pressed against the bed and the sheets were bunched up in his grip. His moans became breathy, less raspy like his usual voice. All his thoughts clouded up like hot breath on a window in winter, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull with only one thing left on his mind.

“Cum in me, please… I wanna get pregnant!” he whined, pushing his hips back to meet Dabi’s.

The villain above him grinned, clearly aroused by his boss’s words. His dick throbbed inside him, making Tomura whimper even more.

Dabi threw his head back with a groan as he took his own pleasure, pumping the other man full of his seed. Shigaraki writhed and gasped, twitching as he came untouched. Dabi pulled him by the arms, arching his back off the bed and grabbing at his hair again. Looking at his drool covered, ruined face with a devilish grin.

“Damn right… You’d look so hot pregnant. You should talk like that more when we do this, boss~” Dabi pulled up his pants and did up his belt, leaving Tomura full and dazed on his bed to deal with all alone. Though, his dumb grin and quivering thighs gave away that he loved how these passionate nights ended.

[ruexarchive]

[aegosexual-does-art]

read the best shigadabi fic by @satancopilotsmytardis and had to channel all my feelings into inspired art <3 anyway go read A Way With Words, i've read it 3 times in 2 days, it's incredible. best shigadabi fic i've seen to date.

also, i don't want to talk about the fact that it took me nearly 2 hours to find a good reference image for this. so many sites. so much weird search history. so long.

effect free version under the cut.

[oxygen537art]

Some kind of office AU

Full

[espressovis]

My two beautiful babies 😍🥰

shigaraki with the red cape just hits different 😋

[satancopilotsmytardis]

New Dalliance, let's GOOOOO!

[poppy5991]

The former league of villains ends up in a rehabilitation center undergoing therapy after the war as part of a social reintegration effort. First Shigaraki and Dabi grow closer as friends and then those feelings tumble into something more.

Together, they fumble through a series of firsts.

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If you ever wanted to see a ShigaDabi fic from me you’re in luck because this started as a oneshot and somehow became a wildly long chapter fic.

[myakasama]

Oh dearhearts, do I have a treat for you. My piece for

@bnhamerbangBang~ Made with the help of my dear friend

@dr-runs-with-scissors (who made some fucking stand out art for it as well as gave me brainworms)

[dabisweatyballs]

" Scream for your daddy... " dom! dabi x sub! shigaraki smut

Warings: rough sex, anal sex, daddy kink, creampie, hair pulling, quirk used! Eating ass, jerking off, light choking, over-stimulated and some degrading, possessive! Dabi

Soft creaking and groans echo in their shared room, dabi has his white haired lover on his hands and knees while He's was eating his ass out. Lucky for Tomura, he's wearing gloves to keep his quirk from disintegrating the sheets but he always have two fingers up just in case.

" D-dabi Please-.." He's gasp out when He's feel his ass all warm and heard a loud whack sound, He's turn the side to see dabi's eyes turn harsh.

" say my name properly or you won't get your treat, baby. '' Tomura made a whiny cry as he was blushing deep red.

" please... Augh fuck me.. Daddy." He made a grunt approval sound, his long fingers slid inside to stretch his lover's entrance a bit more and then pulled out a bit costing tomura to whine out.

Dabi move away watch his hole begging to be fucked, he's grab his thick cock to tap his cute little butt.

Tomura cries out, He's wiggling his ass asking him to go in.

Dabi leans in and whispers in his ear." Scream for your daddy.. " no warings slammed his cock into his entrance, tomura made a very loud high pitch scream.. Calling his daddy out.

The room was getting heated, more loud groans and skin slapping skin echo in the room.

Dabi used his quirk to burn more marks on his lover's body showing everyone that shigaraki belonged to him.

" Who do you belong to? My sweet whore." He's leaning in to bite his neck areas.

" y-you dadddyy~! Ahhh fuck I belong to- DADDY." Tomura made a loud cry when dabi had found his sweet spot. He rolled his eyes back feeling like he was on cloud nine.

Dabi's hand moves on his body to reach his cock and start to jerk him off while He's pounding into his sweet spot over and over again.

" yeah? That's right baby, you belong to me and no one's else." Dabi's eyes were getting possessive and hazy lust.

His hands move away from his beet red cock costing tomura to cry out, He's moved to his soft white hair and gridded it tight, making his lover arch his back more.

Tomura was a sobbing mess. He can feel his Jacob ladder piercings sliding against his tight walls, his heavy balls slap his ass making very lewd wet noises. Shigaraki bite his lips just thinking about his treat.

" nasty little whore taking me so well~... Aughh your ass is fuckin' pulling me in." Dabi nips his ear and whispers." Ready for your treat baby? Ready to take my load into this sweet ass of yours." Tomura was nodding his head fast and screaming out for his daddy more.

" please~.. Come inside please daddy come inside me-.." Tomura has tears coming down his cheeks from being over-stimulated and feeling his high is coming too soon.

Dabi grabs his neck area to give a light squeeze, dabi groans out." Cum for me shigaraki-.. Cum for daddy." And with that tomura made a choke groan and shot his load onto the sheets.

His tight walls were fluttering around his thick cock costing dabi to reach his orgasm.

Triggered his quirk costing him to burn his neck area a bit more, his hips stiff up and his thick heavy cream filling tomura up, dabi released his hands from his neck and lay on top of him.

Tomura was lying down and breathing heavily. He felt his lover's cock still inside and rock hard. Tomura made a gasp like noise when dabi manhandled him onto his back.

" I'm still not done with you cumwhore."

[aprylx]

ShigaDabi fic - 'My Whole Existence is Flawed'

-He wanted to… dissect the other. Pull away every single layer of Tomura. See what made him tick. See what made him squirm-

“If you’re gonna eye-fuck him like that, I’d suggest stepping back before he disintegrates you.”-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54923662

Title; Closer - Nine Inch Nails

!!THIS IS NSFW!!