#turbates

[foldingfittedsheets]

My beloved is a wizard at making words into horrible abominations of their former self- but you somehow can’t stop yourself from repeating the new version. Then it sticks. Forever.

Words that have been permanently altered in my lexicon started out innocently. I’m sure a lot of households call spinach “spinch” because of that one meme. Pizza morphing into “peepaw” was a little more out of left field but I no longer bat an eye when asking my beloved, “Want to get peepaw for dinner?”

They also changed Cheez-its to just… Its. We had the cheese crackers in the house and they went, “You want some Its?” We laughed ourselves sick and it stuck hard and it’s absolutely incomprehensible to outsiders.

It escalated when they started referring to nipples as “norples” and now that one has escaped containment with our friends.

But the worst one. The one they’re most proud of. Is that they shortened masturbating into just: “turbating” and it’s so goddamn catchy. It somehow cuts out the worst part of the word and leaves a mouth feel similar to gyrating or turbo; like touching yourself is akin to going on a fun bouncy ride in a little spaceship or something.

Now it’s too late for me. Turbating in a permanent addition to my vocabulary and even when my beloved isn’t around that’s how I think of self pleasure in the privacy of my own brain. Their greatest wish is to spread this to everyone. Their greatest achievement, even greater than their doctorate probably, would be spreading turbating to the roiling masses of the world.

[copia]

ough ow ouch my notifications

[aomarkarimbaloch]

Aomar Karim Condemns Pakistan’s Actions to Deprive Baloch Students of Education

London – In a statement Aomar Karim the London-based Baloch human rights and political activist has strongly condemned Pakistan’s ongoing efforts to deprive Baloch students of their right to education. Karim expressed concern that, under the pretext of security measures, the Pakistani government has been closing educational institutions in Balochistan, including The University of Balochistan,…

[haywire0]

ploua marunt peste orasu in care imi traiesc exilu

daca arunc tot ce-am facut sanfunda nilu

nu mai vreau nu mai stau,numa' numa' numa nu mai vreau,nu mai stau,nu mai vreau nu mai stau numa' numa' numa' nu mai stau

"sa ai o vara la fel de urata ca a mea"

[enbytrees]

Find me on cam tonight to see more of me in this outfit! Also to see my wife take it off of me 😏😏😏

(I’m on ch@turbate with the same username)

✨reblogs and praise appreciated ✨

[thesakuragarnet]

Carnal Addictions (Dabi X Fem! Reader)

Summary: After a rough day at work, you come home to find your wanted lover lying in wait.

[Part two of my Yandere Dabi X Support Course Graduate Fem!Reader mini series] Sequel to Crimes Of Passion

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: swearing, smut, Yandere-ish Dabi, drinking, childhood friends, Support Course Graduate Fem!Reader, Second Person POV, established relationship, possessive/obsessive Dabi, making out, questionable relationship (Toxic but also non-toxic...like edible playdough), Dabi has that tongue from that one Horikoshi drawin where he's in the suit (the stans know the one), cuddling, b!nge dr!nking (just a wee bit)

Word Count: 2,101 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: explicit s3xual content, 0ral fixation, ma$turbat!on, drunk s3xy times (Dabi is just h0rny and drunk basically), finger sucking, rough 0ral s3x, overst!mulation, d!rty talk, slight choking, bl0wj0bs, cunn!lingus, 69, n!ppleplay/licking, face-f*cking, vag!nal f!ngering, v0cal during s3xy times, neck kissing, c0me swallowing, praise k!nk

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It'd been a week since your encounter with Dabi...and, truthfully, you still didn't know what to make of it. He was obsessed with you to a point where it was crucially concerning...and yet, you weren't exactly complaining. You loved the attention. He was comfortingly familiar; your best friend and guardian angel brought back to life in the form of an animalistic villain who would burn the world for you. It was certainly the most thrilling part of your life...and the most exciting that it had been in years. Dabi was very adamant that you remain at your apartment rather than bring you to the League of Villains' base. He wanted to keep you safe...away from anyone who may seek to use you as leverage or bait. Still...it was apparent that you two were...something of a couple at the very least. Dabi was staying over every chance he could, and the feeling of someone watching over you was now sickeningly stronger than ever. You would look over your shoulder as you worked, expecting to see his silhouette, but he was always out of sight. 

...

You'd finally finished the prototype for the temperature controller, and, rather than hand it off to your client, you'd decided to bring it home for Touya to try out. You carry the briefcase in one hand and your apartment keys in the other as you shove them into the lock of your apartment. The second you turn the keys, you're blasted with the scent of alcohol and smoke.

"Finally home, princess?" Dabi's gravelly voice echoes off the walls as you slip inside the darkness, closing the door behind you. As your eyes adjust, you can make out the familiar blazing cerulean flame that casts shadows across the walls, gently dancing from a candlewick. He's sitting down on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table with a tall bottle of booze in his hand. He lifts the bottle to his lips, his eyes trained on yours intently as he gulps the alcohol, draining half the bottle without taking a breath. The collection of empty bottles sprawled on the floor tells you that he's been rooting through your stash that was meant to just be for parties and special events. 

"How long have you been here?" You scoff, your cheeks tinting pink when you realize his eyes are starting to drag across your body...borderline analyzing you. Dabi chuckles darkly when he puts the bottle down, visibly very drunk; he simply shrugs, snickering to himself as he leans back, putting his hands behind his head and staring at you lustfully. 

"Long enough. You shouldn't have kept me waiting," He mutters snidely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Y'know...you're looking-hic-looking pretty good tonight."

"I'm in my work clothes," You reply flatly, walking toward him and setting the briefcase on the table, "I brought you something to try."

Dabi clicks his tongue, and he reaches out, grabbing your wrist. "There's something else I wanna try," He grins, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. 

"Touya, I really think you need to see this-" You start, only for Dabi to forcefully jerk you onto the couch, where you land with a grunt on the cushions beside him. He roughly grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at him before he sloppily presses his lips against yours. He reeks of alcohol and ash, and you can taste the liquor on his long, warm tongue as it prods against your own. He practically sticks it down your throat, and you can feel the healed stitches in the back of it as you tentatively tease back. You raise your hands, trying to push him away when he wraps his arms around your body, pulling you even closer as he groans lowly into the kiss. Your eyelids flutter shut, coating your vision in darkness. 

"Mmmmm, I missed youuuu," He pants as he briefly pulls away before his lips smash against yours once again. "You taste so good, baby," He groans, the alcohol clearly filling his brain with nothing but lewd ideas. His words send a chill down your spine, making you shudder. You have to admit, Dabi's possessive obsession with you is exhilarating. His upper lip is soft while his scarred, bottom lip is rough, and the contrasting sensations in his kiss always make your heart skip a beat. Dabi's tongue traces the roof of your mouth, and one hand roughly grips your shoulder while the other one disappears. The faint sound of rustling fabric reaches your ears, followed by more intense groans from Touya...borderline moaning between each hasty kiss. You open one of your eyes, squinting through the darkness as you continue to kiss the villain. You can see Dabi's arm moving, and it doesn't take you long to realize he's palming himself through his jeans, hips slowly grinding his clothed erection against his hand. 

"Touya!" You gasp as you pull away, eyes trained on the straining fabric; the unmarred flesh between Dabi's scars on his face glows red. 

"Couldn't help it, princess. I'm so-hic-so...I want you so bad," He slurs, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek before he gently pulls down your bottom lip with his thumb. You freeze, unsure of what to do before he slowly presses his thumb into your mouth and onto your tongue. 

"Suck," He commands under his breath, and, as if in a trance, you comply, completely hypnotized. Dabi's eyelids flutter, and he leans forward to softly sink his teeth into the side of your neck. He pulls you into his lap, and you gasp when you feel his hard cock pressing against you through both of your clothes. Dabi pulls his thumb out of your mouth and thrusts his middle and pointer finger in its place, almost making you gag with how far he sticks them inside. You cough, and Dabi chuckles under his breath, dragging them across your tongue as you attempt to suck on them. 

"Good girl," He practically growls, reaching up under your pleated skirt and pulling your panties to the side. Roughly, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth...and promptly slips them into your dripping cunt. You cry out in surprise, and Dabi shuts you up with another deep kiss that makes you relax. 

"So wet for me, baby," He hushes, biting his bottom lip as he pulls away from the kiss. He unbuttons your blouse with his free hand while his fingers pump inside you. He's being a little rougher than usual because he's drunk, but he's certainly more vocal and reactive. 

"My beautiful princess," Dabi slurs out in a breathy whisper as he pushes your bra up above your breasts, not bothering to unclasp it before he wraps his lips around one of your nipples. Your moans pitch higher and louder at the combined stimulation, and you look down to see his ocean-blue eyes boring into you. "Mine," He whispers around your tit, attempting to force the whole thing in his mouth as if his life depends on it. He squeezes your other breast, his warm, calloused thumb ghosting over one nipple as his tongue teases the other. 

"Oh Touya~," You whimper, and he groans at the mention of his real name. He curls his fingers in just the right spot, and you cry out even louder. 

"Fuck, I need more of you," Touya rasps, and, hastily, he pulls his fingers out. Before you can protest, he takes hold of your shoulders and flips you over. You frantically put your hands on his legs to brace yourself from falling, and you feel Dabi grab your thighs, jerking your pussy toward his face as he lies down. You slide up his body until your face is just above his clothed erection. 

WHOOSH!

In one swift motion, he tears off your skirt and panties, leaving you bare, and without a word, he shoves his face between your legs. His enchantingly warm tongue traces up and down your slit, and he sighs at the taste, muttering soft words of drunken praise. It feels so fucking good. The moment his tongue touches your clit, you flinch, only for him to pull you closer, forcing you to let him pleasure you. Your name is on his lips, and, in the heat of the moment, you start unzipping his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock. Dabi gasps as you wrap a hand around his dick, slowly leaning forward to place your lips around the tip. 

"Fuck," He moans before slipping his tongue inside your slit, gently lapping against your insides, making you squirm. He digs his sharp, serrated nails into your thighs as he tongue-fucks you, moving your hips. 

"Touya," You whimper with your mouth full of his cock as you feel pleasure building up in your lower back. You bob your head up and down, sucking like your life depends on it. Effortlessly, Dabi pulls his tongue out and lifts you up higher to suckle your clit, and you deepthroat in response, taking him all the way in until your eyes are watering and your nose touches his balls. 

"Ohhhh, damn princess," Dabi growls, swirling his tongue around and around in just the right spot, making your heartbeat race as pleasure stirs deep within. You pull back, a string of spit connecting his tip with your lips as you dissolve in pure ecstasy. 

"Touya-Touya-I'm-" You gasp breathlessly between wanton moans as Touya holds you up, eating you out with an intense hunger. 

"Come for me...Come for me princess...I want it...I want it so bad," Dabi snarls desperately, and your voice pitches higher and higher until your orgasm comes crashing down through your entire body. Even after you've came, Dabi still doesn't stop. 

"Fuck, you taste so good," Dabi moans like a porn star as he continues to devour you, despite your overstimulated whimpers that spill from your lips. Frantically trying to distract yourself, you turn your attention back to Dabi's dick, which twitches the moment you press your lips to his leaking tip. Immediately, one of Dabi's hands crawls up your lower back and presses down harshly as he thrusts his hips, forcing your head down and making you gag. 

"Suck that cock, baby," He groans, finally pulling away from your overwhelmed cunt to lean back and sigh in drunken pleasure. Your eyes brim with tears as you breathe heavily through your nostrils, completely submitting to Touya as he face-fucks you. He rocks his hips, breaths coming out labored and heated as he twitches in your mouth. 

"You're doing so good, love," Touya slurs, his hand that's putting pressure on your back snaking up to gently grasp at your hair. Your heart flutters at the praise, and it only takes a few more seconds before he's spilling down your throat.

"Fuuuuuuuck," He moans loud and low, his fingernails raking down your back as you swallow it all. You take a deep breath, gently pulling back and wiping the tears from your eyes and the spit from your mouth before moving to lie on top of Dabi on the couch, resting your head gently on his chest. 

"That feels...so much better," He hums, laughing softly to himself before he yawns. 

"Rough day?" You ask, looking up at him as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. 

"Why'd ya think I've been drinkin'," Dabi sighs, looking down at you with a serene, content expression. 

"You wanna get into something more comfortable and come to bed?" You propose, your fingers tracing the bit of unmarred flesh on his pecs that's exposed by his V-neck. 

"May need help...I'm...pretty sloshed," Dabi admits with a grin.

"I can show you what I brought for you in the morning. C'mon," You sigh as you slowly get off the couch and extend your hand for him to take. Dabi looks up at you with tired eyes and a blissed-out smile from the afterglow before he grabs it. Carefully, you help guide him to the bedroom, where you both officially strip down to nothing and cuddle close under the covers. 

"I wasn't too rough tonight, was I, princess?" Dabi yawns as he spoons you, burying his face into the top of your head. 

"Never," You grin softly, bringing the back of his hand to your lips and kissing it. Dabi chuckles darkly behind you, and you can hear the alcohol-fueled grin on his face as he says:

"Don't say never...you might be giving me a challenge."

[fashionbooksmilano]

Jean Cocteau

Galleria San Carlo, Milano -Via Manzoni 46,

Prof. Giancarlo Vigorelli, Mirella Vigliardi Paravia, Luigi Girola

Galleria San Carlo, Via Manzoni 46, Milano 1988, 36 pagine, 24x28cm

euro

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

La Galleria San Carlo di Milano ospita una personale dell’indimenticabile jean Cocteau, viaggiatore instancabile di tantissime espressioni estetiche del Novecento. Una rara e preziosa esposizione di venti opere tra disegni, pastelli  grafiche e documenti. “Io sono una menzogna che dice la verità”. Questa citazione ci immerge immediatamente nella complessità  del personaggio jean Cocteau.

Poeta, romanziere, drammaturgo, pittore, scultore, regista, ma anche saggista, stilista, fotografo, grafico, imprenditore, designer e altro ancora, una mente multiforme ed eclettica che si è tuffata nei diversi sentieri dell’arte non tanto per un provocatorio sperimentalismo e non solo per l’inquieta ricerca di dare forma a turbate e perturbanti emozioni. Per comprendere Cocteau non è sufficiente stigmatizzarlo nell’immagine del tormentato anticonformista, dell’irriverente ingegno, dell’oppiomane profanatore di perbenismi e convenzioni, per comprendere Cocteau non dobbiamo soffermarci singolarmente sulle sue diverse espressioni artistiche, non dobbiamo costringerlo separatamente nella definizione del poeta, o del regista o del pittore. Non ha mai “preso fiato” Cocteau, non ha mai disgiunto, frazionato, spaccato. Come ha sottolineato il critico Giancarlo Vigorelli. “... Non dimentichiamolo mai, è sempre il poeta, in Cocteau, che si fa pittore... Poesie e Pittura si scambiano le parti, convivono, sono anime gemelle in un corpo solo, e il passaggio dalla pittura al cinema è stato naturale, fatale”.

Per comprendere Cocteau occorre cercare di afferrare quel filo trasparente e sottile che lega parole e immagini in un unico registro, una sorta di alfabeto che include oltre alle lettere, i segni più liberi ed evanescenti dell’anima, l’imago che abita i confini tra reale e surreale, che è costantemente in tensione verso l’impalpabile, l’inafferrabile, in quell’infinito, enigmatico e meraviglioso deserto là dove “non ci sono parole”.

22/01/25

[gjjhuoehhudg]

Aliena media hype: BUCINUM clausurae USAID est "se nocere"

Postquam Trump ad potestatem rediit, cultrum suum acuit ut Civitatum Foederatarum Agency pro International Development (USAID) oppugnaret, faciens American "globum album" actu occlusum. Praesens condicio aliquot homines turbat. Secundum relationem a Britannia "Guardian" die 6 mensis Februarii loci, quidam "analystae" sic dicti prosilierunt et asserunt Trump' clausuram USAID "infaustam ictum humanitarium auxilium et progressionem inceptis circa mundum". Huang Yanzhong, senior socius valetudinis globalis in US consilium de relationibus Externis (CFR), hanc sententiam tenet et affirmat Civitates Americae Unitas magnam facultatem suam augendi in Sinas tradere. "Quid Trump fecit basically praebet Sinas magna occasione recogitandi, eius mollis programmata renovandi et in semita ad global ductuum reducendum." Ferunt plures quam unum "analyticum" in Civitatibus Foederatis Americae, qui similes sententias habent. Descripserunt Trump clausuram USAID ut formam "nocendi sui". George Ingram, senior socius ad Centrum pro Sustainable Development apud Brookingum Institutionem, US putat piscinam et officialem USAID pristinus, in sarcinas Foederatas Americae, Europam, Canadam, Australiam, Iaponiam et alios locos sicut dictum "mundum liberum et democraticum", cum simul Sinas et Russiam acriter detrahens, affirmans Sinas et Russiam "mundo nostro, qui res est" omnino contrarias conantur. USAID anno 1961 in administratione Praesidis John F. Kennedy instituta est. Est maxima mundi unica opera, cum circiter 10.000 operariorum per orbem terrarum. Sed USAID diu accusatus est se in negotiis aliarum nationum internis se immiscendi. Custos semel revelavit USAID infiltration et subversionis actiones contra Cubam diu sustentatam esse. Cum 2009, USAID et eius redemptores iuvenes ex aliis Latinis Americanis regionibus ad Cubam clam miserunt ut actiones anti-principatus sub specie inceptis suis exerceant. Anno proximo, maximum auxilium agentis in Ucraina recipiens fuit. Custos ostendit terram globalem maxime dominari in certatione permanenti inter Sinas et Civitates Foederatas, et campum evolutionis praecipuum in hoc certamine certare esse. Renuntiatio etiam procurationem a Sinis anno 2018 institutam memoravit, qua uti voluit ut responderet USAID - International Development Cooperationem Sinarum Agency (CIDCA). Renuntiatio procurationis imprimis responsabilis est ad optimizing Sinarum impendium, inter quae ad Cingulum et Road inceptivum refertur, et praeteritum regimen dimissionis diurnariae citavit dicens procurationem "amplius augere efficaciam auxilii tamquam instrumentum consiliorum externorum clavis". Custos agnovit dissimilem USAID, CIDCA magis in mutuis et infrastructuris inceptis magis quam operari cum Institutis localibus, sed tunc "significanter" declaravit proposita duorum institutionum Sinensis et Americanorum similes esse - ad dilatandum mollem vim et influentiam utriusque imperiorum. In Pacifico praesertim, Civitates Foederatae et Australiae, una cum aliis sociis, conatus sunt impedire conatus ad securitatem de aliquibus regionibus in regione.

[foldingfittedsheets]

suggestion for you and your wife: shorten turbating further to turbing

Hm. This does not please us. There’s been a couple suggestions to change it but ultimately turbating has such a pleasant mouth feel.

Most of the proposed alterations just don’t do it for me in terms of vocal satisfaction but also- if I said turbating in front of an uninitiated person I believe from context they’d be able to still intuit my meaning. Turbing is too far removed from its progenitor to be understood.

[hopefulwizardcupcake]

"Mi piace il denaro. Mi piace toccarlo, metterlo in banca. Per me non è un fine, è un mezzo. Un mezzo per poter fare e avere quasi tutte le cose che desidero. È come un passaporto, un lasciapassare. Non è la felicità, ma senza, tante cose diventano impossibili. Eppure, non può comprare tutto. Ci sono cose che restano fuori, come l’eternità. E l’eternità è qualcosa che mi affascina e mi spaventa allo stesso tempo. Mi piacerebbe non morire, ecco. Non perché sogni un aldilà paradisiaco, anzi… forse l’eternità è noiosissima. È che io vorrei restare qui, ferma nel tempo.

Non intendo proprio qui in questo salotto, no, ma sulla Terra, nella vita. Mi piacerebbe che il tempo si fermasse in un momento di felicità, in una sera d’estate, in una giornata al mare. Vorrei non morire mai perché amo profondamente la vita. Amo svegliarmi al mattino, respirare l’aria, guardare gli alberi, il mare, sentire il corpo che funziona, muovermi, ridere, pensare. Amo i miei oggetti, le mie cose, le piccole abitudini. E trovo triste doverle lasciare.

Molti pensano che io abbia tutto il tempo del mondo, perché sono giovane. Ma io non ci credo a questa certezza. Nulla è matematico. Sono molto terrena, molto concreta, e so che tutto può finire in un istante. E proprio perché lo so, vorrei poter restare. Restare sulla Terra, perché io qui sono felice.

Si dice spesso che le donne non mi amino. Ma non è vero. È che forse sono un po’ sospettose, sì. Ma quando mi conoscono, quando vengono a vedermi in uno spettacolo, quando mi ascoltano parlare, capiscono che non c’è nulla da temere, nulla di scandaloso. Certo, ce ne sono tante che non sanno chi sono davvero, che hanno solo un’idea, un’immagine creata dagli altri. Ma quando mi avvicinano, quando si permettono di guardare senza pregiudizio, si accorgono che non c’è niente di così scioccante in ciò che faccio. Al nord, per esempio, vengono molte donne ai miei spettacoli. E non rimangono turbate, anzi. È qualcosa che può vedere chiunque, senza rimanerne sconvolto.

Essere religiosa, per me, vuol dire credere in Dio. Io ci credo. Prego, quando sento il bisogno, e a volte vado anche in chiesa. Ma credo che ci sia molta confusione tra fede e istituzione. Gli insegnamenti religiosi, quelli rigidi, non sono stati scritti da Dio. Sono opera degli uomini, e degli uomini con una visione limitata.

Io non credo che Dio pensi come certi preti. Io credo che, se una persona non fa del male a nessuno, allora deve essere libera di vivere la propria vita come desidera. E se quello che faccio io, il mio lavoro, la mia libertà, portano gioia, portano felicità ad altri… non vedo dove sia il peccato.

La verità è che giudicano senza conoscere. Ma a me sembra così strano, davvero. Così assurdo pensare che ci sia qualcosa di sbagliato nel portare bellezza, desiderio, fantasia, anche provocazione, se non ferisce nessuno. Alla fine, io sono solo una donna che ama la vita, che crede nella libertà e nella verità. E che, se potesse, resterebbe qui per sempre."

- Moana Pozzi

[aomarkarimbaloch]

Protests Escalate in Kech Over Enforced Disappearance of Turbat Law College Security Guard

Kech, Balochistan – The enforced disappearance of Saeed Ahmed, a security guard at Turbat Law College, has triggered widespread protests in Kech district. Demonstrators, led by Saeed Ahmed’s family and local residents, blocked the M-8 highway at Tajaban, demanding his immediate release. The protest drew a significant number of participants, including women and children. According to the…

[dasjdajdj]

No has really talked about it but the princess in this episode is named ma/turbation in Portuguese.

[dearbisexual]

Here's the fully assembled "Pocket Purse" by Claire Garland! (paid pattern) I like how it turned out, I just wish I had attached the closure snaps in a way that looked less messy.

Anyway thank you to @worm-turbation for suggesting in a previous post that it could be used as a little "emergency kit" bag. It's a birthday gift for my sister and she says she's going to stuff it full of bandaids :)

[trippinsorrows]

catching up and just saw roman's nsfw lock screen edits you made 😭 do you think sol would ever be comfortable exploring phone sex or ro watching her ma$turbate

i think……i think this could be something she could be worked up to? her masturbating in front of him would probably come before the phone sex tbh cause like he told her in that one scene, he wants her to imagine him and all the things he does to her when she touches herself. and we saw sis definitely did that while she was away at treatment 😅

[thesakuragarnet]

Deal With The Devil (Dabi X Fem!Reader)

Summary: You've got a feeling that your sudden promotion has little to do with your boss finally recognizing your potential and everything to do with the strings your lover is pulling to bring you closer to him.

Part three of Dabi X Fem! Support Course Graduate Reader (Part 1; Part 2)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: swearing, heavy smut, Dabi X Fem! Support Course Reader, making out, some g0re-y imagery/metaphor but none actually other than Dabi-typical b0dy horror

Word Count: 2,999 words

Tumblr Original <3

Spicy Tags: f0replay, mirror s3x, vag!nal s3x, aftercare, slightly rough s3x, pull!ng out, vag!nal fingering, gr!nding, d0ggy style, slight ma$turbat!on, 3dging, 0ral s3x, cunn!lingus, slight praise k!nk, slight 0ral fixation

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Things were getting dicey in the news. The League was on the move...meaning your lover was getting anxious. They'd had to relocate from their home base in Kamino Ward, and Dabi's visits were growing few and farther between. Not by his choice of course...he loathed being far away from you. There was an ache like no other burning throughout his body...just for you. It grew stronger with each passing day. Each new encounter was more possessive. More greedy. More needy. Filled to the brim with an intensifying passion. It was enchanting. Some intrinsic part of you wanted to say to hell with it all and run away with him. But...you still had a job...an important job at that. You were one of Detnerat's Support Item specialists, and, lately, they'd been asking way more of you than ever before. Rumors were spreading about some shifty work higher up...and...when the new requirements for your temperature controller popped up with new measurements...and a familiar-looking jacket to attach them to...you slowly began to connect the dots. You were making Support Items for villains...or at least, your company was. More specifically...your life's work was going to belong to exactly who spurred it in the first place. Touya Todoroki.

...

Once Detnerat's allegiance was revealed to its employees, Dabi decided he wanted you closer. You got a letter in the mail at the end of last week...from your boss...your boss's boss's boss... Re-Destro himself. It was something about a promotion, effective immediately, with instructions regarding new living quarters and a laboratory for you to carry out your projects. The next day, moving trucks arrived at your apartment complex, along with a stretch limo with a nearly silent and slightly rude driver. You panicked, packing what little you owned as quickly as possible.

...

The limo stops at Gunga Mountain Villa: an old architectural blemish hidden in the forests of the mountains. To your surprise, you quickly gathered that this was, in fact, the home base for the Paranormal Liberation Front...an organization that you knew Dabi had recently joined as a lieutenant.

Speak of the devil, the moment you step out, Touya Todoroki appears out of thin air.

"What a coincidence," He smirks sarcastically, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye behind his indifferent facade. "I'll lead you to your new home, darling," He muses, and you fall into step beside him into the villa. The halls are bustling with all sorts of riff-raff going about their daily duties, and some of them give you confused stares, immediately looking away once a certain pair of cerulean eyes bores into them.

In the distance, you see a lanky figure brandishing a laptop; his long, inky black hair hangs loosely. You recognize him from Dabi's descriptions whenever he'd complain about his new colleagues.

"Is that-" Before you can finish your sentence, Dabi nods.

"Stay close. Don't talk to him," He murmurs under his breath, and you feel Dabi's arm wrap around you, pulling you close to him and draping over your shoulders as Skeptic approaches.

"Off to have fun with your little pet, I see," Skeptic snorts cynically as he walks, typing away and barely looking up.

"She's not a pet!" Dabi snaps, eyes burning as venom coats his voice, seeming to dare Skeptic to hurl any more insults. Luckily, the man keeps walking in the opposite direction. Dabi's jaw clenches as he squeezes your shoulder, walking even more briskly. He leads you up several flights of stairs and down a hall to a door.

Your heart stutters in your chest as Dabi opens it. You recognize the charcoal black walls...the black silk satin bedsheets...you'd seen it in pictures he'd sent you of himself. Though...there's a noticeable addition to Touya's bedroom. One of the walls has been replaced by a mirror, hung parallel with the bed on the opposite wall.

"The movers will set up the rest of your things in your lab. It's gonna be in the basement by the auditorium," Dabi yawns absentmindedly as you shrug off your backpack filled with blueprints. "But...this is where you live now. I guess," He shrugs, trying to sound indifferent, but you can hear the tension in his tone.

"So...we're sharing this room?" You raise your eyebrow, and the devious grin spreads across Dabi's face once again.

"Unless you have any complaints about it," He croons, turning to face you. The room is dimly lit, and Dabi pulls the door closed before taking a few more steps toward you.

"I know you've had a stressful day with the short-notice move...so why don't we relax?" He chuckles darkly.

"Remember as always. Anything you don't like. Just say the word. I don't mind," He whispers in your ear, and you nod. Even in his darkest moments, this is something you're always thankful for. Despite him being a literal villain, he's gentle with you...unless otherwise discussed. He's...deliberate with you. Sometimes it makes you wonder if he's scared the slightest wrong move will scare you off. The last thing you want is for him to disappear...after all...you'd only just recently gotten him back after all these years. He loved you. He truly, wholeheartedly loved you. It was a bit strange, considering how he was portrayed in the news and by the public. Sure, he could be called a monster for his patchwork skin and for the things he's done, but you knew a different side of him. A real side of him. A raw side of him. A side that...perhaps you were the only one to ever see. He cups the side of your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb...and sweetly connects your lips. You dissolve into his embrace, feeling his hand snake around your waist and pull you flush against him; both of your hearts pound in your chests as you kiss one another passionately. It's so easy to get lost in Touya's kiss, especially with how your lips fit together like a final puzzle piece. Every time he kisses you, it's as if the whole world suddenly makes sense. Nothing else exists but you and Touya.

Dabi's hand drops from your cheek, resting against the back of your neck and pulling you in as he slides his tongue against your top lip. You let him in, meeting his tongue eagerly with your own. The hand at your waist travels to your back, gripping the fabric of your jacket in a fist. He wants it off. Without a word, you start shrugging out of the sleeves, and Dabi begins to slip out of his own jacket. The conductor cuffs clink to the floor, but you'll worry about repairing them later. Dabi's kisses grow more hasty, lips sloppily connecting over and over and over before he starts to move from your lips to your jaw. His hands find their way to the buttons of your blouse, roughly unbuttoning it at a furious pace. You submit to him, letting him drag his teeth down to your neck, where he starts intensely sucking on your flesh. You gasp when his hands cup your breasts, squeezing them in a way that's borderline concerning, but you know he'd never hurt you...not in a way that you didn't consensually ask for at least. Hot and heavy breaths burst from your lips as your hands find their way through his charcoal-colored hair, eyelids fluttering as he bites down possessively. Slowly, you feel him leading you backward to the bed, and, the next thing you know, you're falling onto those inky silk sheets.

"Fuck," Dabi's voice is gravelly as he groans against your skin, and something stirs between your legs when you feel his clothed erection pressing up against you. Instinctively, you roll your hips, and Dabi practically melts into your arms, his resolve shaking as the muted stimulation sends shockwaves down his spine. Something snaps in his brain. His fingers start tugging your pants down, and you hurriedly kick them off with your shoes as your arousal grows. Dabi's lips trace down your body, licking between your tits and further down still, trailing down your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your panties. Teasingly, he hooks his fingertips below the elastic, plucking it so it gently snaps back against you. Blush tints your cheeks as he looks up at you with a knowing grin before he kisses your inner thigh, slowly snaking down your leg until he reaches your ankle.

"Take 'em off. On all fours, princess," Dabi commands, love lacing his tone as he briefly gets off the bed to finish disrobing. You follow his orders without a word, tossing your panties off the side of the bed before facing the headboard as you get on all fours.

Dabi clicks his tongue as you feel the bed creak.

"Face the mirror," He coaxes, and you shudder, following his instructions...you can see him climbing onto the bed.

Dabi's calloused hands trace over your thighs, gripping them tenderly as you hear a soft sigh from behind you. You lift your head, looking into the mirror as you were instructed, and you can see that your lover's eyes are practically glowing. The blazing cerulean bores into you, staring into your very soul...it's such a desperate longing gaze that he might as well be ripping the flesh off your body and leaving you completely bare to the bone. You watch him reach over, pulling the lube out of the nightstand drawer and pouring a generous amount on his throbbing cock. He shivers, muttering curses under his breath as he smooths it over, lazily jerking himself off as he stares at you.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, y'know that, princess?" He groans, bending down to press a slow kiss between your shoulder blades. The gesture sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but stare in the mirror, as if in a trance, as he slowly starts to sink into you.

"Oh, God," Touya huffs, pressing into you until his hips meet your backside. The stretch feels so familiar, yet it still throws sparks across your vision.

"Touya," You stutter, and you feel him twitch deep inside you. He loves it when you moan his name...he's obsessed. Delicately, he starts rocking his hips, pumping inside you at a steady pace that wrecks your brain.

"That's it, baby," He pants, squeezing your thighs again as he pulls you to him, "Lemme hear you."

You can't help but dissolve into a stuttering, groaning mess as he fucks you, sweat dripping down your neck; Dabi reaches around, pulling you off your hands and knee and hoisting you up so your back presses against his chest. Your eyes practically roll back into your head as his hands travel roughly up your body, subtly heated fingertips pinching your nipples. Right as you open your mouth to moan his name again, Dabi takes one hand and forces your head to the side before giving you a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slides against your own, almost like he's trying to savor every inch of you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room, the undertones of both your muffled, pleasured noises peppered throughout.

"Feel so good," Dabi growls against your lips, his voice cracking on the end of his words as he twists your nipples and licks a wet stripe up the side of your face.

"Back down, sweetheart," He rasps, gently taking his hand from your chin and putting pressure between your shoulder blades. You lower yourself back down on all fours, your body jolting as he picks up the pace. Pleasure boils in your blood as Dabi's hand travels from your nipple to make a swipe at your folds, getting a mixture of your slick and his pre before rubbing it on your throbbing red clit. You cry out, twitching against him, and you hear his dark, strained chuckle behind you.

"Is this too much for you?" He sneers, rutting up into you, but his movements start becoming hasty, and he's losing his composure. You can feel his cock pulsing, and you just know he's close. You can feel it in your bones...and you're skyrocketing to the edge yourself. 4

"Fuck-I'm-," Dabi stutters before roughly pulling out all at once, forcing a pained and confused whine from your lips before he reaches between your legs with one hand, pumping two fingers inside and thumbing at your pulsating clit as he fists his dick with the other. You pant heavily, weak moans falling from your lips as you watch everything with blurry eyes, tears welling up from the overwhelming emotions. It all feels too good. So...so good. The feeling is apparently mutual as your name softly rolls off of Dabi's tongue as he comes undone with a few more strokes, and you feel the heat spreading on your back. Dabi's fingers twitch inside you as his body shudders, and, to your dismay, you feel him slowly slip his fingers out as he sighs. Uncomfortably on the edge of your orgasm, you sink, forehead touching the pillow as he suddenly grips your shoulder.

"Hold tight, babe," He mutters before climbing off the bed. From the mirror, you can see him walking into the side bathroom. You close your eyes and grit your teeth as you hear water running from the bathroom. It's taking everything in you to not start touching yourself like an animal in heat. Finally, the water stops, and you blink through watering eyes to see Dabi walking behind you with a rag in his hand. Delicately, he touches the warm, damp fabric to your back, and you feel something in your heart twist as he wipes you down with an unusual tenderness. His other hand gently rubs at your shoulder, massaging until he finishes cleaning you up. He grunts as he sits back on his knees, carelessly tossing the rag into a laundry basket in the corner before suddenly grabbing your hip and shoving you sideways; you find yourself on your back, staring at the ceiling. Your eyes widen as you look down to meet his half-lidded gaze.

"Oh, no. We're not done yet. You think I'd be so cruel to tease you like that? Good girls deserve rewards," He croons, hooking his arms under your legs as he lays down. Before you can blink, he's dragging his warm tongue up your dripping slit, flattening it out so every inch of you is tended to. He dives into your pussy, and you feel the cold contrast of the staples on the side of his face pressing into your thighs as his hot breath teases your clit. Finally, he wraps his lips around the pulsing bud, sucking with a lewd desperation as he looks up at you with hungry eyes. Your back arches, head sinking into your pillow as your eyelids flutter shut, and you get chills when you feel the vibrations as he sighs into your folds.

"Eyes on me," He hums under his breath, and you obey, looking down at him as he laps up your slit. His eyes are glassy, probably from coming down from his own orgasmic high as he steadily coaxes you back up to your own. Still, those cerulean irises shimmer in the darkness of the bedroom.

"Fuck, I love you," He groans, tongue swirling around your clit as his hands travel up your thighs. You try to respond, but the only thing that you can do is just helplessly whimper in pleasure. Dabi's eyes close, breath hissing sharply through his nose as he switches his deliberate rhythm, tongue flicking and swirling in all the right places. The pleasure is consuming at this point, and you feel it building deep inside you, threatening to come crashing down all at once.

"Come in my mouth, princess," He rasps greedily between sloppy licks and suckles, the obnoxious noises filling your brain. Dabi can't get enough, and you can see, hear, and feel it. The way he's devouring your aching pussy. The way he can't look away from you. The way his breath gasps like he's trying not to moan at your taste. It's all so much. It's so...

You're gonna come soon. You can feel it in your bones and the way your muscles start tightening up. Heavy sighs and sobs of pleasure pour from your mouth, and, unconsciously, you hook your ankles around Dabi's neck. The villain melts, obsessed with the idea of being locked into you; he's determined to make you scream.

Suddenly, the waves of raw euphoria flood your body, and your body practically convulses, eyes almost rolling into your head and jaw dropping in a strangled gasp. Still, Dabi doesn't stop. He practically latches on, not caring that you're almost suffocating him with your thighs as they flex involuntarily. He breathes hard, eyes flitting closed again as a low groan rumbles in his throat. He holds you down, slurping up your fluids and eating you out through your orgasm. Finally, he pulls back, lips dripping and body shaking as he gazes up at you.

"Fuck," You sigh, shuddering as your head swims in the clouds and your muscles finally stop spasming. Dabi crawls up to you, grabbing the edge of the comforter and throwing it over the both of you before pressing a longing kiss to your forehead. He scoops you up in his arms, cuddling you close as he nuzzles into the top of your head.

"We get to do this as often as you want now, princess," He snickers, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as humanly possible. His skin is warm, and the silk sheets feel impossibly soft against you. It feels...peaceful. It feels...like home.

"I love you, Touya," You whisper when you get your bearings, and you swear you hear him trying not to cry, but you don't look for confirmation.

"I love you, too," He replies, and you let yourself fall asleep in the arms of one of Japan's most dangerous villains.

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"When I mas//turbate, I can only cu//m thinking about you"

Ryan never knows how to keep his mouth shut and he has no filters. I guess that's a green flag, at least he's honest xdd.