#Dabi x reader idea

[isabeauwolf]

Zombie by Natalia Kills

Screams Dabi x reader doesn't it? Or is it just me?

[sukunasbow]

men that eat pussy like they’re starving and you’re their last meal.

your legs are spread wide open as you sit on the edge of your bed, using your hands to hold yourself up as your legs shake with a mix of pleasure and tiredness as he brings you to another orgasm.

he devours you until his jaw aches, sitting on his knees and holding your legs apart. “just one more for me, baby. you can do it.”

dabi, EREN, gojo, jean, SUKUNA, KUROO, + your fav.

[inkykeiji]

begging touya-nii to buy you pretty pink brass knuckles, with heart-shaped holes and a shimmering coat of magenta chrome, plus a matching pretty pink switchblade, with a razored prismatic blade and a handle encrusted with corresponding iridescent crystals—pearlescent, almost, so it matches yours, niichan!

he won’t, because little girls shouldn’t have such dangerous weapons—nor should they need them, not when they’ve got their big brothers with them, wary sapphire eyes watchful and protective, obsessive and excessive.

he won’t, because little girls shouldn’t sully their soft, sweet palms with such dirty defences—not when they’ve got their big brothers to do it for them, cuticles stained with blood and calluses tarnished with gunpowder, filthy hands strong and rough as they wrap around handles and wrists and triggers, as they push soft, sweet things behind their broad shoulders, against their hard chests, into their childhood beds.

he won’t, because even if he did, little girls wouldn’t know how to use them properly, little girls might hurt themselves—or worse, little girls might hurt their big brothers, might smash bones and split skin and slash hearts, might scratch and claw and gnaw their way loose (all by accident, of course; he knows you’d never do such blasphemous things on purpose, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less).

no, he won’t, but dabi might.

[seneon]

"he was a punk, she did ballet." ★ but look— you are the punk and he is the ballerina. exactly why? because you're always so bold and confident and even if he's also brave and fearless, you prominently outshined him. he can't help but think that he is the coquette petite woman of the relationship and you are the amazing strong buff man. he loves you for that though, because he has a strong girlfriend. and of course! let's not forget the fact that he'd get on his knees to worship you like a pretty goddess too . . .

DABI ¡! ichigo, renji, urahara, shuhei. reo, bachira, oliver, otoya. dot, lance, abyss, ryoh. izuku, eijiro, denki, hawks. ￤ based on a conversation with @milyz 👻

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[skymar13]

Master list

All my links are messed up

All characters aged up

Multi character

Bakusquad

-Back to school with the bakusquad - https://

-Baku squad reacting to you dying in battle - https

-Breaking up with the bakusquad- https

-Bakusquad being jealous- https

-opposites attract the bakusquad- https

Deku squad

Back to school with the deku squad - https:

Lov

Pros

All characters

Helping 1A student with post war effects - https

Period troubles - https

“I can’t live without you” Tw: character suicide and reader death. - https

Blondes - https

“Just the tip?” - https

Sweet pussy dinner - https

If the world was ending - https

Character specific

Bakugo katsuki -

Class hothead x class sweetheart - https

It’s way too much - https

Pink promise- https

Too little too late -https

Izuku midoriya -

Big number 1 - https

Kirishima eijirou -

The gentle hero - https

The manly hero - https

Denki kaminari -

Secret freak - https

No longer a virgin - https

Hanta sero -

Tenya iida -

Shoto todoroki -

Shota Aizawa -

it’s going to be okay - https

Hitoshi shinsou -

Tokoyami Fumikage -

Neito monoma -

Neito monoma - https

Mic -

Hawks- Mr bossman- https

All might -

Dabi -

Shigaraki -

Mr.compress -

Mina ashido -

When you wake up next to him -https

Kyoka jirou -

Secret freak - https

Ochaco Ururaka -

Momo Yaoyorozu -

Tsuyu asui -

Tooru hagakure -

Himiko toga -

Mirko -

Mt lady -

Star and stripes -

Midnight -

Mei hatsume -

Kendo itsuka -

What I won’t write

Rape / non con

Adult x minor

Incest

Beastiality

Murder or anything of the sorts

Requests : open✅

[shiggybrainr0t]

there’s a ghost living in your apartment. he’s been there for a while, a lot longer than you have, and you’ve created a peaceful existence with him. you’ve always been able to see more than you should, and since he seems to have nowhere else to go, you figured it was fine if he just stayed. he was here before you, after all.

he is a willowy creature, lanky and tall with long limbs. his body is covered in burn scars, a scorched map of the the pain he experienced during his existence. the unmarred skin you can see is a lifeless white, the same color as his hair. underneath the grotesque imagery lays the picture of a man who could have been quite handsome. you suppose he may still be.

he was not happy whenever you moved in. he did everything he could to make you leave. from breaking things, to moving your furniture, and even throwing a vase at your head. he was surprised whenever you revealed you had been able to see him the whole time. no one had ever seen him, not even when he was alive.

after this, your cohabitation became a mundane sort of coexistence. you came home from work, kicked off your shoes, and sat down on the couch where your ghost was curled up watching your television. your power bill has gone up since he started watching it all day.

through quiet companionship, you were able to see your ghost for who he really was: a boy forced into manhood too quickly, full of fiery rage at the world, and a sadness for what would never be.

you googled your apartment to see if there was any record of his death, and came to find out that the building used to be a dilapidated bar that the league of villains used to hide out in. it had been redone since then of course, but the realtor never mentioned anything. knowing the people who started a war that tore apart japan used to stay in the same building you were trying to sell apartments in was bad for business apparently. the war was a long time ago, the hero’s of that day long since past. through your research, you are able to figure out just who your ghost is: dabi, or more fitting for the ghost now, touya. you don’t think he’s been dabi for a long time.

it’s whenever you come across a picture of his family that you feel his presence. in the picture is an older woman with three adults standing beside her: two men and one woman. there is a large man standing slightly outside of their circle in the photo as well, looking awkward and out of place next to the smiling figures. touya looks exactly like his dad.

the look on your ghost’s face—no, touya— is a shattered one. he cycles through different emotions so fast it’s hard for you to keep up. rage, sadness, regret, and finally anguish. he disappears quickly, something he hasn’t done in a long time. usually he always lets you know whenever he is going to disappear into whatever ghost void he does, another plane of existence you assume.

later that night, you feel him lay behind you in your bed. there is no indentation on the mattress indicating a presence, no shuffling of blankets, but you know he’s there. you turn and find him looking at you with sorrowful eyes. his eyes hold the answers to so many questions you have yet to think of.

for all the ways he can manipulate things around him, he has never touched you. still, you lay your hand face up on your pillow beside your heads. slowly, touya brings his up as well, laying it on your own. there is a slight fuzzy feeling, almost like your hand is falling asleep as his hand sinks a little through yours. it is then that your ghost begins to cry.

his body shakes with sobs, yet no tears actually come out. stricken, all you can do is curl closer to him in a way you hope is comforting. he stays heartbroken for a few long moments, body racking violently yet nothing on your bed ever stirs. eventually, his body goes quiet. he doesn’t look at you, but instead curls his body to mirror your own: heads laying by your hands, knees bent and almost touching. the air is heavy, full of a sadness that will never be able to be told.

there is a ghost living in your apartment, and he is devastatingly, heartbreakingly, beautifully broken.

[dabislittlemouse]

Hello there! I saw your recent post about your requests being open, and I hope I'm not trespassing any boundaries here, but would you be open to writing a smutty oneshot about Dabi with his aged up female s/o on her period, and she just doesn't feel good about her body, but she's so freaking HORNY, so he shows her how beautiful she is???

I really hope I'm not crossing any lines with this one; your rules never mentioned blood, but I hope I'm being respectful to you when I write this request!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

˚✩彡warnings: dabi x reader smut, periods, oral fem receiving, MDNI +18

˚✩彡word count: 2.5k

˚✩彡tags: @syrenkitsune @shotos-rose @shadowsandshapes @mossy-opal @simpforthemall @ohnoitsthatonekid @sukunas-bitxh @mysideeffectsofyou

˚✩彡 A/N: Thanks for the request anon, don’t worry, this one is totally okay. I made sure to update my rules too cause sometimes I forget to add stuff, blood is fine!

Reblogs would be appreciated!

“Baby..”

The sound of his soft low voice had your eyes fluttering open in instant, a small smile formed on your lips as you were met with his handsome face. 

“Dabi.. you’re back..” you mumbled sleepily, yawning a little and stretching your arms. You looked down inside your mattress, there was the plushie that you kept hugging for comfort the whole time as the cramps were tearing you apart this day. You’d been in and out of sleep as exhaustion took over your body, not having the will to move at all or do anything. Dabi had been on a mission these two days, and for your bad luck that’s when your period decided to show up. Usually Dabi would always stick by your side, warming up his hands under your lower belly to make you feel relaxed, and his absence made those two days feel like a hellish eternity.

He placed a kiss on your forehead, gently caressing your hair as you stood up. 

“God I look like shit.. sorry” you laughed nervously, fixing your messy hair and pajamas. Mood swings had been pretty intense these days, especially your self esteem getting lower, you couldn’t look at your face or body in the mirror at all. And you definitely didn’t want Dabi to look at you today, you just didn’t feel pretty enough for him.

“Doll..” he said, one large hand coming to grab your chin, fingers squeezing both of your puffy cheeks together. His hand was big enough to cover your whole face with it if he wanted. The other hand was wrapped around your waist, placing itself in your lower belly as he activated his quirk, carefully heating up his hand in a bearable level for you to feel good. You relaxed immediately in his touch, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. He rested his face at the crook of your neck, nibbling your earlobe and you giggled at the ticklish feeling.

“Will you.. let go-” you mumbled, your cheeks still being squished by his scarred hand. Dabi simply turned your face towards his, placing a kiss on your pursed lips. 

“M’gonna let go only when you accept the fact that you’re.. mmh-” he kissed you again, more deeply this time to the point it had you squirm. “-that you’re beautiful..”

“I can’t accept something that I don’t really feel.. especially today” you pouted, burying your face on his chest as you clinged to him like a koala, your hands digging on his coat as you found comfort on your man. His smell was intoxicating, his warmth had you so relaxed and sleepy all over again. 

“If you don’t feel it..” he whispered, turning around and laying you down on your back. “.. then I’ll make you feel it” 

It didn’t take long for you to understand what he meant by that, your thighs squeezed together at the thought of it. Dabi smirked, a hand sneaked up your inner thigh, rubbing and squeezing it gently.

“Ngh- fuck.. so soft” he gritted his teeth, the plush of your thighs driving him crazy already. “So fucking.. sweet” without a warning he went down between your thighs, taking a small bite as you squeaked in surprise. For some reason his touch felt more intense, his breath hotter against your inner thighs and you felt more sensitive. Cramps were still stabbing you like knives, but the arousal you felt was also getting stronger with each kiss and bite on your thighs.

“Look at that.. you tellin’ me those thighs of yours aren’t beautiful?” Dabi murmured, digging his nails on them as his lips were leaving a trail of kisses dangerously close to your aching clothed cunt. He was teasing. Then he proceeded to go up, placing kisses on the softness of your belly, chuckling at the way you were squirming as he kissed you so slowly and playfully to tickle you more.

“You tellin’ me this tummy of yours isn’t the cutest thing in the world?” he said, nibbling softly and leaving a small mark on your tummy. His hand sneaked up from your thighs to your tits. With the other hand he removed the shirt off you, mesmerized at the sight of your sore tits looking straight up at him. He placed a soft kiss on your nipples, making you shiver underneath him as he smiled. If you weren’t in such vulnerable state both physically and mentally, he’d be savoring and eating you alive like a starved animal, biting and grabbing you everywhere as he roughly slammed his cock deep inside of you, but he was holding back. He wanted to love on you today, and wanted you to feel that love too. 

“Every part of you is so fucking perfect, doll..”

You closed your eyes, turning your face away in embarrassment at his compliments, Dabi wasn’t one to always shower you with sweet words, but he made it up with his actions. Whenever he did though, you’d end up a puddle on the floor because you just couldn’t handle this much affection.

“Hey.. look at me- there you go, my pretty princess..” he smiled as he turned your face to him again, enjoying the soft blush on your cheeks. “Damn, aren’t you adorable?”

“Dabii stop!” you giggled, the sound of it which he loved so much, your laugh was the sweetest melody to his ears. 

“Stop what? Telling facts? M’sorry baby but I can’t stop, y’know I’m a man of the truth..” he smirked, bopping your nose playfully as he gave you a deep kiss, his tongue sliding easily in your mouth and intertwining with yours. You moaned softly in his mouth, melting on his passionate kisses, closing your eyes and just feeling nothing but him. This was the only feeling you wanted to be drowned in, your body grinded in his, legs wrapping around his waist and you clinged to him as if he’d run away any time. 

“Is my princess needy?” he groaned between kisses, his hardened crotch pressing against your clothed cunt. 

“Y-yes.. Dabi..” you moaned softly, a few tears forming in your eyes as you hugged him tight, kissing him deeper and eagerly. Maybe it was another emotional breakdown hitting soon, due to the fact that you’d been alone without your man by your side. Whether it was a good thing or not, you were addicted to him, you couldn’t stay a minute without him. “Dabi please.. I need you”

“I know y’do- oh fuck..” As soon as he noticed your tears, he immediately kissed them, licking them off and rubbing your wet cheeks with his thumb. “Shhh it’s alright, I’m here love, you really missed me that much, didn’t ya?” he said with the softest voice he’s ever had, with such tenderness in his eyes. “M’gonna make you feel good, sweet thing..you trust me don’t you?”

“I do.. please make me feel good, need you s’bad.. ” you sniffed, already embarrassed for acting like a crybaby in front of him. 

“M’gonna need those tears to roll down your cheeks only from the pleasure, nothing else” he reassured before slowly removing the pajamas off you, along with your panties. For a second you felt hesitant, you realized what he’s about to do the moment he rested himself between your legs.

“Dabi, you.. you don’t mind the blood? I mean-” you gulped down nervously, slightly squeezing your thighs shut and suddenly feeling insecure all over again. Dabi simply chuckled, spreading your legs open again as he groaned at your scent. 

“Shit, I have a whole meal in front of me and y’think I’d mind the blood? Think again, babe..” he smacked your thigh playfully as you giggled again, taking in a deep breath. 

“Only a fool would refuse this..” Dabi murmured, placing a soft kiss on your clit as your hips jerked upwards. 

“Can’t get enough of this..” he buried his face in your cunt, only his dark fluffy hair visible between your thighs as he gave a slow lick up and down your slit. “Can’t get enough of you..”

“F-fuck..” you whimpered, his stitched tongue felt warmer against your bare cunt, everything felt way more sensitive than the other normal days. After a few teasing licks, Dabi placed his mouth against your now drenched pussy, groaning softly as his hands grabbed both of your thighs. Your head flew back and your hips stuttered as they moved upwards to grind on his mouth. Dabi’s chuckle vibrated in the best way possible, sending shocks of electricity on your body. He made love to your pussy like a starved man, kissing it passionately, licking and sucking your clit it all over, making a mess of drool and blood as it leaked down his chin, his tongue flicking inside of your gummy walls and driving you crazy. 

“Fuck yeah- nghh- give it to me… baby, shoo good- mmmh fuck, your flavor~” he moaned, eyes rolling at the back of his skull as he tasted you like you were the best meal in the world. 

“F-feels.. so good.. love it..more please!” you begged, gasping for air as he took it out of your lungs with each movement of his tongue against your sensitive folds. 

“Mmmhph~Wrap those pretty legs around my head..and squeeze” he said, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, totally drunk in your flavor. You did as he said, squeezing his head between your soft thighs as he moaned in pleasure. 

“Harder.” he ordered, and you squeezed even more, locking his head between your legs as he dived in your sloppy cunt againt. This man wanted to be suffocated in your flavor. 

“Mmhm thats it.. my perfect girl”

You felt yourself getting close, your hand found his dark spikes, pulling them slightly as he groaned in response,  always loving the feeling of your hand on his hair. 

Though he wasn’t done, with a loud pop he backed away from your cunt, leaving you there edged and frustrated. You’d forgotten about the pain of cramps, as the need to cum was stronger. 

Dabi sat down on the bed next to you, implying for you to get up instead as you looked at him confused.

“Come sit on my face, princess..” Dabi whispered, wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand and grabbing you by the hips afterwards. You froze there, face flushed, it’s not the first time he’s eaten you out but you never sat on his face, this was all new and made you feel more flustered .

“W-What?” You laughed nervously. “Dabi..I’m not- I can’t just sit on it.. I mean-”

“What are you scared of?” his strong hands pulled your body closer now. “Be my good girl and do as I say, you wanted to feel good didn’t ya?”

“Yes..” you breathed out, preparing to actually sit on his face. His dazed eyes were glued on you the whole time, a soft smirk appearing on his face as he excitedly waited to have you sat on him. It’s been a thought he wanted to put into action for a while, and now was the time. His arms wrapped around both of your thighs, sitting you down on his face as the both of you moaned in pleasure. He kept pressing you more against his face, while you resisted to not put the whole body weight down on him, afraid you'd suffocate him. Noticing that, Dabi growled in response, sending shivers down your spine.

“Dabi.. I can’t-”

“Fucking sit on it..” he squeezed your thighs, before slapping them and warming his hands up as a “threat”. You didn’t feel threatened though, this aroused you even more and you did as you were told. Your head flew back as this new position was even more intense and pleasurable, his tongue eagerly lapped all the juices and blood, sucking and savoring you. His painfully hardened crotch made itself visible, but this moment was for you only. He enjoyed eating you out more than anything, the thought of you getting pleasure was enough to make him cum in his pants. You started moving your hips slowly, back and forth, now all the insecurities and embarrassment left behind as you were lost in pleasure. 

“That’s it..mmhh grind on my face baby.. grind on it.. that’s a good girl~” he groaned, the slurping sounds and your moans getting louder, filthier, it just felt so fucking good. His hands gripped your hips, helping you move them more against his face, then he proceeded to sneak one hand in his pants, palming himself from there. His half lidded eyes looked up at you, the sight of your beautiful face and your eyes crossed in pleasure, your perky tits sitting all pretty above him, he couldn’t help but squeeze one of them on his hand, pinching your nipple slightly as you let out a whine. The knot on your stomach was forming again, you were too close and he noticed the way your hips stuttered and tried to move faster against his face.

“Gonna cum, huh?” he chuckled, one hand gripping your thigh tightly while the other was pumping his cock, he was about to cum soon.

 “Cum for me, doll.. fuck, cum all over my face, go on, make a mess with this perfect pussy..” he encouraged you, already impatient and hungry for more. “Go on baby, that’s it-”

You squeezed his head hard between your legs the moment orgasm crashed over you, placing your hands on the bed while you grinded harder against him and your body trembled in pleasure. The moan you let out was almost pornographic, music to his hears as he squeezed his cock harder and came all over his hand as well. You leaned yourself against the headboard, completely fucked out and trying to catch your breath while Dabi cleaned you with his tongue and slurped the remaining juices and blood.  Gently he sat you down on the bed, chuckling at the dumbfounded look on your face.

“Shit.. you alive there babe?” 

“I guess so..” you mumbled while catching your breath, a weak smile forming in your face. Magically the cramps had disappeared, this man’s tongue was the perfect painkiller, sending you straight to heaven. “This was.. amazing” you whispered. “Thank you..”

“No need to thank me” he squeezed your cheeks together, playing with your lower lip. “You deserve it for being so perfect, y’know..”

His other hand came to your face, his seed sticking on his fingers, as you eagerly went to suck them off and clean them up. He let out a sigh, feeling himself getting hard at the lust on your face while tasing his flavor. 

“We’re so filthy..” you said shyly as he kissed your forehead. “I love it”

“Course you do..little horny freak” he teased, watching your hand sneaking into his pants. He couldn’t resist the innocent look on your doey eyes as you stared up at him.

“I wanna savor you too..please Dabi” you said seductively, as you felt him getting hard on your hand again. 

“Shit.. go on then, baby” he grabbed your face, kissing you deeply. 

“Show me how you please your man.” 

To be continued.. 

The continuation is the latest request I got, called “Peppers” inspired by Lana Del Rey’s song, where you’ll return the favor back to him

[shadowspromise]

Touya walks into the room. 

“Grilled cheese.” 

You look at him. “Grilled cheese?” you ask.

“I want… grilled cheese,” he stands there, arms to his side, still as a statue.

“Okay. I will make you grilled cheese,” you answer. 

“Grillmd… chees…” he mumbles as he walks away. 

[coaaster]

dabi, who had a one night stand with his best-friend-turned-semi-lover before he left to become a villain. (he left when he was a little older, about 17-18 years old, when he started becoming disenchanted with hero society).

he sees you like 5 years later with a little kid that he thinks is another of his younger siblings that he never knew about because it looks so much like him.

but then he hears the kid call you mom and his heart shatters. he probably thinks you left him for natsuo or something and then he gets angry and jealous and bitter. and his thoughts keep progressing and he thinks, oh god, what if you left him for his dad?! and he thinks about approaching you to explain how you could move on just like that, but thinks better of it because what would you think about how different he looks? he doesn't think he'll be able to handle your reaction.

but then the kid sees him and his eyes widen, but he's not crying or screaming, which is a first for dabi? and dabi is kind of too shocked to move and he hears the kid say, "mama, look at that man! he looks funny." and dabi's heart kind of skips a beat, but then he hears your voice, which has barely changed, tell the kid, "what have i told you about staring at other people, baby?" and the kid mutters a response and you reply, "that's right, it's rude. now go find that cereal you like-" and at that moment you decide to take a peek at the man your son was talking about, because you're nothing if not nosy. BUT when you look up at dabi, he's still standing there, distracted by your pretty eyes and a look of realization crosses your face and it takes dabi a moment to even react.

"touya?" you say, and it takes dabi another moment to realise she's talking to him. and dabi realises he's still fucked because he's obviously still In Love with this person.

[acc--deactivated]

tomura and dabi have so much fun with you as their toy, love to see you come undone beneath their dangerous fingers.

one of the few times they decide to work together is for the sake of watching you melt and whimper as you sit between them, totally at their mercy.

tomura's arm is wrapped around your neck, his chest against your back and a mean grin against your ear as both of you watch dabi kneel between your spread legs, a smirk on his lips as he pushes a vibrator against your swollen clit.

whenever you writhe and tremble against the heavy vibration, tomura's grip around you increases, pulls you further into him and whenever you dare an attempt to close your legs or try to flinch away from the overstimulation, his free, gloved hand grips your thigh, while dabi holds the other one, keeping you open and exposed for them.

"aw, where you're trying to go, baby?", tomura chuckles against your ear and dabi snickers as well, slowly changing the angle of the toy until he hits the spot that has you seeing stars.

you cry out for them, throw your head back, tremble in tomura's embrace, feel his rough lips against your exposed neck.

"no need to be shy, just admit you like it", dabi teases, draws light circles around the pulsating spot that would finally relieve you of the trembling tension in your lower body.

he's so mean, keeping you tiptoeing around the edge of an orgasm, while tomura moves his hand from your thigh to your torso, tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your chest, wrapping his fingers around your breast.

they bathe in the sight of your arching figure, teasing you until you whine out how good they make you feel and dabi's smirk widens, before he angles the vibrator differently, finally pushes it against the spot that has you writhing and on the verge of insanity.

it makes you press harder against tomura as your hips jerk up against the stimulation, thighs trembling beneath the tension.

"that the spot, huh?" dabi muses and you whimper in response, cause that's the only answer you're able to give.

"go ahead, sweet thing, no need to hold back."

his eyes narrow as they take in your begging gaze and it holds you in a trance, makes your breath stall and your heart stop, until you feel tomura's teeth on the edge of your ear, hear how he growls out a low "come", a sound so deep and demanding that it knocks you over the edge.

dabi holds your legs open as your orgasm rushes through you, hungrily watches your trembling body and your twitching hole, licks his lip as he slightly straightens his back, reaches out for you.

he tugs at your legs before you have the chance to come down from your high, pulls you into a laying position until your head rests in tomura's lap.

the bluehaired grabs your hands, weaves his gloved fingers through yours in an almost loving gesture and you can only gasp for air, look up at him, his red eyes and the satisfied smirk on his lips, until you feel dabi's hand on your thigh and look at him again, watch how he spins the toy in his fingers and grins at you, flips a switch that creates a new buzzing rhythm.

"next round, sweetheart" you hear him say, before he reaches out his hand to your middle again and you whine, almost yell when the vibrating toy nudges your overstimulated, swollen clit again, your fingers gripping like vices around tomura's hands as you try to keep at least a little of your sanity, clouds of bliss drowning your melting brain.

[corpsekiller]

genuinely curious if anyone is interested in being added on my taglist? i've been thinking about actually putting taglists under my gintama fics as well as bnha (dabi and bakugou for which i write the most at the moment)

so if someone out there wants to be added, let me know!

[isabeauwolf]

Dabi x reader: As you Wish (Period Comfort)

It was back.

Mother nature's curse, Aunt Flo, Jason, whatever the hell you wanna call it.

Your period had come.

Dammit.

You'd think I'd learn by now, but noooo. You sighed, covering your eyes with the back of your hand.

All of the signs were there: you was overly horny all week, then you wanted to cry out of nowhere and over the must dumbest shit, or was extremely moody and pissed off. You were so sleepy yesterday, even after oversleeping past your usual nap time and your breasts ached and were sensitive. Seriously, your nipples just barely grazing against your shirt made them tender and stiffen up, cut fucking diamonds.

All of this drama, only for your body to punish you for not being pregnant.

For the next seven days.

Seven days of hell.

To make things worse, Dabi was dropping by tonight.

Not that you weren't happy for your boyfriend to be coming over.

You loved seeing him. The thrill of a villain sneaking into your house without any of your neighbors noticing, or they didn't care as long as the couple wasn't too loud or disturbing the peace. It was great, one of the many perks to living in this neighborhood that was under the protection of the Shie Hassaikai, the yakuza. You paid your rent on time and were never late. Never asked questions and kept your head down whenever Mimic or one of Overhaul's eight bullets collected the months payment.

Of course, your period had to strike as you were about to take your early morning nap, as you rose to your feet you felt it.

The pool of blood staining your underwear and favorite pajama pants, dripping down your thighs, the uncomfortable dampness and stickiness.

The painful cramps in your abdomen hit, making you close your eyes harder, and focus on your breathing, simple breathing exorcises, deep inhale and exhale. In and out.

Who would have thought working as a nurses aid in training in a nursing home worked. All of the older woman teaching you tricks of the trade from their time as midwives or nurses at the local hospitals in their youth.

"Fuck," you cursed underneath your breath, making your way awkwardly towards your bathroom, waddling and shuffling without straining the floor. You felt gross already, yuck. Striping from your dirty and soiled, blood covered underwear and pants, throwing them into the hamper with a heated glare.

Opening your period drawer and checking on your supplies. Lips thinned into a firm line, clicking your tongue, and grumbling bitterly, "Of fucking course."

Your period supplies and stash was running low.

Damn near out of almost everything.

Groaning in frustration, you opened the drawer wider. Pulling out your period panties, placing a pad into it on top of the rest of your stack of clean clothes, you placed on the counter earlier after getting home. Bulky hoodie, check. Navy colored sweatpants, check. Pad and period underwear, check. Tank top and socks, check. Lazy girl outfit all here.

Turning on the shower head as hot as you could stand it, then removing the rest of your clothes as you waited, Need to wash these before they stain. thinking to yourself, inwardly sighing.

Hoping onto the shower, frowning as the water, blood and blood clots went down the drain. The heavy smell of blood and iron hit your nose making you wrinkle your nose in disgust. Closing your eyes once more, letting the warm water hit your now aching lower back as a thought came to mind. I need to tell him.

It's not the first time he's come over while you were on your period, and hopefully not the last. It's funny. You'd think that having a villain for a boyfriend, he would be a major asshole most of the time. He kept surprising you, awkwardly being kind and sweet. He grew up with a mother who birthed his dickhead of a father four kids and he had a younger sister, of course, he knows about women having their periods.

Chuckling, washing all of the iciness away with your favorite shampoo and body wash, rinsing and turning the water off.

Stepping out of the shower. Feeling like a drowned rat, slowly and still soaking wet, hesitantly and quickly, stepping down on the green furry rug, shoving your new underwear with a pad over your hips, then grabbed a blue towel, drying the rest of your body while checking to make sure bloody drops weren't running down your legs.

Sniffing and frowning, you finished getting dressed, grabbing the bottle of midol and shoved it into the front pocket of your hoodie, opening the bathroom door wearing a separate towel on your head, and walking back towards the living room. Retracing yours steps, eyes glued to the floor, thank god, there was no mess.

Standing in front of your favorite chair, opening the matching ottoman beside it, placed down a hidden pillow and red towel down as you sat back down, reaching for your favorite large fluffy blanket and phone.

Swiping your thumb over the screen, finger hovering over the message button, pushing it and waiting for it to load, then pressed Dabi's name, "alleycat" - he still snickered at the fucked up nickname you picked for him in case any dumbass tried to steal your smartphone.

"What?" You replied, giggling. "I can't put your villain name, or blue flame. That's amateur bullshit, 101." Rolling your eyes and snickered, adding, "Besides it's true, isn't it?" You teased lightly, "You are my chill and lazy alleycat." You reached over and lightly caressed and pet the top of his soft raven locks through yours fingers.

Dabi rolled his eyes, a light grin on his scarred lips. "Whatever works for you, princess."

A small smile graced your lips.

You: I'm on my cycle again, yay..... not. -_- If it's not too much trouble do you mind picking up some supplies for me?

He replied immediately.

Alleycat: Yeah, whatcha need? Send pics, I'm already at the store getting snacks anyways.

Your smile widened, you were lucky to have such an understanding boyfriend.

You: Thanks, babe~ U R the best! ;) See you soon and be safe.

Scrolling through your camera roll at the last time you forgot to write down your period shopping list, you sent them to him: pads, midol and chocolate.

Your good mood soured as another wave of cramps hit, forcing you to suck in a hissed breath. Closing yours eyes once more, trying to blink away tears spilling from the corner of your eyes, rubbing them away, burying yourself deeper into the chair, turning and laying your head against your arms, phone in your lap and spacing out.

You passed out in a matter on seconds it.

Or at least, that's what it felt like.

Your door bell ranged twice, letting you know that he was here.

Blinking and rubbing your eyes, groaning and yawning.

I don't wanna get up. You thought, blinking as a wave of tiredness and an incoming headache coming on. "I'm coming," you raised your voice slightly, licking your dry lips and rubbing the ball of your hand across your temple. The bell rang again, he must not have heard you, trying again, "hang on, hold your horses," rising once more from your comfy nest, "impatient, kitty, I swear," dragging the blanket along, unlocking it and opening the door.

As soon as you saw your villainous boyfriend, his sexy deep, heavily lidded ocean blues. Something in your overly hormonal brain flipped, like a switch: to overly painful cramps to overly horny, your drowsy eyes widened and your breath hitched. This isn't fucking fair! Down in between your legs, your traitorous clit ached, throbbed hard and painful.

Why the fuck can't your body make up its damned mind?!

Dabi leaned against the threshold of your doorjam. He titled his head, a playful smirk on his scarred face. "Special delivery." Hold two large grocery bags in his hand. "Your butt napkins and sugary snacks, my lady."

You should be pissed off, but instead a giggle slips past your lips. "My dark knight to the rescue." Rolling your eyes, opening the door wider and letting him in. "Take-out's on the way. I hope you don't mind Chinese." You mentally recomposed yourself as your cheeks heated and body grew more flushed and overly excited, "I don't feel like cooking tonight."

He walked in and waved, slipping off his boots, "Yeah, that's fine."

You watched him as you closed the door.

Dabi placed the snacks down on the coffee table. "Might have went overboard. Whatever we don't eat tonight, you can eat whenever." He shoved his hands into his pockets, watching and observing, then slowly, shrugging off his coat and lazily laying it on the side of the armrest of the couch, and beside his spot for easy access whenever he wanted his smokes.

"You didn't have to, you know." You smiled sheepishly, pulling the bottle of midol out from the pocket of your hoodie, opening it and popping two of the white and blue pills into your mouth as he opened a bottle of your favorite soda, sipping it and swallowing it down. "Thanks."

"Hush and let me spoil you a bit, yeah?" He replies, lightly pulling you into his warm chest, knowing you would enjoy the comfort of his body heat against your body. He loved whenever you were super clingy, it didn't bother him. Must be the touched-starved part of him that craved affection and attention he was denied growing up, he never said it, but somehow you knew, and you couldn't say no to him.

Closing your eyes and smiling, nuzzling into his chest and sighing in content, hugging him. "I've missed this, I've missed you," you admitted, enjoying and indulging both him and yourself.

This was nice. You needed this, your sweet and caring boyfriend.

Dabi smirking, lightly rubbing your back, and lazily trailing his hands down to your hips, and cooed gently into her neck. "Ah, my poor little ketchup packet."

And there was the asshole part of him, you didn't like that.

Mother always said every man is an asshole. Your boyfriend was no different.

Leaning away from him and gawking. "You are supposed to comfort your girlfriend, not be an asshole, jackass." Smacking his arm with tears prickling the corner of your eyes. It's stupid. You knew he was joking to try and make you laugh, but instead he had done the opposite.

Dabi's eyes widened. "Shit, sorry, m'sorry," he pulled you into a hug, holding you against him again. Resting his head against the top of your head as you buried your face into the his chest. "Please, don't cry." His voice was soft and genuine. "You know, if I didn't tease ya a little bit, then you'd think I was mad at ya."

You sniffed and muttered a soft and quiet, "I know, baby, I know." Nuzzling more into his chest, inhaling his cologne and the smell of smoke from both his flames and nicotine.

"What crappy, cheesy, romance movie do you wanna watch tonight?" He asks, picking you up, making you squeal cutely and giggle, swinging you around like a princess before plopping down on the couch and laying you sideways in his lap. He tilts your chin up, meeting his gaze as his thumb wipes your tears away. "What does my princess want?"

You hummed in though, smiling as the perfect movie came to mind. "How about The Princess Bride?"

Rising an eyebrow in amusement, "Again?"

You laughed, "C'mon you know you love it whenever Wesley beats Prince Humperdick and steals Buttercup away on their wedding night."

"Yeah, that spoiled dickhead deserved it." he agreed, smirking and nodding. "Alright, alright," He winked and kissing the top of your head. "As you wish."

Smiling you put on The Princess Bride, nibbling on some chocolate to hold you until food arrived. It didn't matter, if it was the first time or the thousand time, this movie never got old for you. A true childhood classic.

When Princess Buttercup and Wesley were entering the Fire Swamp, the food arrived as Dabi was reaching for a bag of chips.

"Perfect timing." You muttered, slipping more of your soda and paused the movie, "Gotta go to the bathroom."

"I got it, babe." He gave a small smile.

You stood up and winced, the ache in your lower back and hips were back as you slowly made your way into the bathroom, "I'll be right back, ouch."

Dabi's smile dropped, standing, walking towards the door and opened it, and looked completely bored at the young kid, holding there take-out, grabbing it and muttered, "thanks" as he lightly slammed the door in their shocked and scared face. "Punk ass," he grumbled underneath his breath, peaking into the bags, his scowl curled upward as he saw his favorite meal sitting on top.

Seriously, you spoiled him. How he was lucky enough, a bastard like him got a great girl like you he never knew, and didn't bother asking.

Grabbing some napkins from the kitchen he placed the takeout spread out onto the coffee table: dumplings, fried rice, chicken on a stick, chicken lo mein with extra chicken(his favorite), and donuts.

You came back, watching as he set everything up all nice and neatly. "Think we can eat it all?"

He turned his head, smiling smugly, "Hell yeah, we can. It's gonna get messy cuz I'm hungry."

You blinked and sat down. "Did you not eat again before you came over?"

He shrugged his shoulders, pulling you into his side. "I'm fine. We've got food, you've taken your magic pain away pills. Now, let's eat. I'm starving." Dabi hit play on the tv, then handed you a plate and chopsticks without looking away.

Complain all he wants, but you are certain that he loves this movie just as much. What's there not to like? Revenge, fighting, true love and miracles.

By the time, the movie was almost over most of the food and snacks were eaten, and what was left Dabi was sweet enough to put everything away and wash the dishes.

Of course, you cried when Prince Humperdinck pulled a jealous dick move and had the machine suck 50 years of Wesley's life away, the actors anguish cry of pain had you choked up and in tears. As Dabi pulled you into his side, pouting as he offered you comfort.

When the movie was over, both of you were quiet.

Dabi spoke first. This question had been on his mind, the whole time.

"Why do you love this movie so much?" he asks, watching the credits roll and listening to the song playing at the end, but its was just background noise. "It makes you cry every time and yet, you still watch it over and over again."

"I watched it plenty of times with my mom growing up." You said smiling, pressing into his side with your head underneath his chin. "No matter how many times, we would both laugh and cry together. I miss her and this movie like many of her favorites brings me a strange form of comfort." Blinking back more tears, you straighten and face him. "I know you haven't had the best life at home, but know that no matter... what happens you will always be my home, and I hope that I am yours, Touya."

"Of course, you are, Y/n." He whispered, cupping your face. His touch and eyes were gentle, warm and you trusted him completely. "You are my light in this fucked up world." Dabi swallows the lump in his throat as he tries to calm his breathing, bloody tears prickling his eyes, and falling. "You see the man behind the burns and the scars, a broken and insane bastard who loves you. Would burn the fucking world for you. I love you, my princess." He pulls you into a slow and tender kiss which you kiss back, holding him against you and crawling into his lap, and straddling his waist.

Panting you break the kiss first. A breathless string of giggles slips between your kiss swollen lips. "Come on, let's go to bed, my dark prince."

Dabi sniff and laughed, grinning. His turquoise gaze bright in the dark room and the moonlight. "As you wish, princess buttercup." He picks you up again into his arms, a soft smirk appearing on his red tears streaked, burned, and stapled face.

You laugh, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. "Whatever am I going to do with you? My dark prince? More like a bratty king."

"Yes, as you are my Queen." He whispers into your ear and gently places you onto the bed with care, stealing your lips again. "Your King of hell will take no refusal, my love." He purrs, lightly nipping into the crook of your neck as you squirm against him and cackle.

"Alright, alright, you win, dammit." You pant in between fits of giggles, lightly trying to shove him away. "You Mister need to wash your face before you stain my sheets." You give a light glare, watching as Dabi pulls back, dramatically grabbing his chest.

"My Queen Buttercup, you wound me so deeply." He gasps, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "Such a heartless woman I have for a lover."

"Oh, go on you big baby, shoo, shoo," You wave him away, getting up and heading towards the bathroom, feeling his gaze on you as he follows close behind. "Besides you need to brush yours teeth."

"I'm going, I'm following." He chuckled, pulling his white shirt over his head and dropping it into the laundry basket beside yours and the rest of his clothes follow. He doesn't care that he's walking around buck naked in your place, he's confident and has no shame. Finding a pair of black sweatpants in your hall closet and puts them on, tying the drawstring around his waist, then heads back into the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth with your toothpaste.

Dabi turns the lights off in the house as he makes his way back into your bedroom, where you are already in bed, and waiting for him. "The castle is safe and your king is tired."

You snicker and pat the space beside you. "Well come on, King Touya. It's rude to keep a maiden waiting."

Without a word, he turns the light off, slowly stalking his way towards the bed and on his side. Dabi's strong hands pulled your body closer, your back against his chest, he rested an hand on your lower abdomen caressing it. "It's getting colder at night, let me help warm you up." He whispers into your ear, purring and his voice growing low and husky, dripping with dark promise. "I'll behave tonight, but no mercy tomorrow, baby."

Your breath hitches and you gasp, when he trails his over hand underneath your shirt, caressing the skin and travels upwards, lightly cupping your swollen and sensitive breast. "Touya, you horn dog. Cheater." You moan and pant as you pull him into a kiss.

He smirks against your lips, chuckling. "I am behaving, honest. I've been a good boy all night," Dabi pulls his hand away as if he did nothing, and placed it behind his head underneath the pillow. "This is my reward for pampering you all day." The heat of his body hitting your lower back, leaving his other hand over your abdomen, heating up and drawing patterns with his fingers.

Calming your breathing, shifting onto your side, you close your eyes, reaching behind you, finding his free hand and squeezed it lightly, whispering. "Thank you. Good night, Touya." Sighing in content and falling asleep.

He hummed, watching as the discomfort disappeared from his girlfriends usually happy and cheerful face. He wished he could do more to help. If he needed to use his quirk to help ease his baby's suffering, then he'd do it.

For once, he was happy to be cursed with his fathers quirk. Only during times like this was he genuinely happy, holding his lover in his arms, all his, no one else's.

He decided that in the morning, he would make a light breakfast knowing that chocolate pancakes and hot chocolate always made you smile.

Scooting closer, tangling their legs together and pulling the blanket over them, he laid back down and closed his eyes. Listening to the steady breathing and light snores below him as a small smile curled against his scarred lips, kissing the top of yours head, and whispered, "Feel better soon, baby."

He fell asleep.

He didn't care, if no one in the else in the world loved him, or hated him. As long as he had you, his baby, his whole world.... his reason for living, he could live with himself, with these scars, burns and broken body.

A little period blood wasn't going to keep him away.

Not now, not ever.

Even while moody, pissy, tired and grumpy, you were still the most beautiful.

You were their for his bad days, so why shouldn't he be there for yours?

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I did it! Took a minute, since I'm not used to writing in canon x reader, so please excuse the cringe! ^^

To all my fellow period buddies experiencing there cycles with me or after me! I made this for you! Wanted to spoil my peeps! I hope it showed?

Love ya'll! Plus, I wanted to throw in more Dabi fluff! He would be the sweet, but still teasing boyfriend, well, in my eyes anyways ;)

@fairymama624 @dabislittlemouse @touyas-wife @nightgale @canary58143 @redr0sewrites @doumadono

[nohoney]

I remember falling in love with your “Coffee & Cigarettes” touya, I am such a sucker for domestic shit like imagine waking up hungover as shit but still a bit horny. After touya had his breakfast (read: coffee n ciggs) and you’re still in bed, he just comes up to you smelling and tasting a bit ashy. You just go wild on him, trying your best to get smashed with your head still throbbing. Imagining this made me so giddy fr

You say you hate it but Touya knows that you love it.

The nasty smell of cigarettes lingers on the tips of his fingers. It’s on his breath and infused in the fibers of his clothes. It’s a habit that he genuinely does want to eventually reduce but that’s a long project in the making.

“F-fuck…”

He holds your jaw as he fucks into your cunt, your legs over his shoulders and the early morning sun filtering through the curtains. Your breathy moans are slightly strained, mostly trying to stifle them so that they neighbors above don’t complain about you again. “Touya, oh fuck Touya!”

“Yeah princess? Got something to say?”

His breath is ashy when he leans down to kiss you. Touya knows that once he cums in you and you have post sex clarity, you’re gonna lecture him about not brushing his teeth after smoking. He knows that it makes you mad later on but you don’t have it in you to push him away.

If anything, your hand is at the nape of his neck to keep him where he is.

You say you hate it? Yeah right, Touya knows you better than you’re willing to admit.

“No, kiss me more!” You beg for him when he pulls away. “Touya!”

God, you are such a whiny little thing. Outside of this bedroom, you’re a little bossy and luckily he’s the type to go with what you want most of the time. When you’re out and about, operating like a functioning adult, if something doesn’t go you’re way you just let it go. But when you’re needy and creaming on his dick, you get all childish if he even teases you just a little bit. You pout and your voice pitches, high with want and just a teeny bit of frustration.

“Shut up, fucking christ.” Touya tuts at you first before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth. You whine again but your tongue licks at the skin of his fingers. It makes you heady and he can see how your eyes shut in pleasure when you taste the nicotine and tobacco. “Nasty girl, aren’t you?”

“Mmf!” you shake your head to disagree but the squeeze of your cunt around his dick makes him think differently.

He doesn’t know why you keep insisting that you don’t like the smell or taste of him after a smoke when it’s so clear that you do. Touya won’t deny that it is cute to him though in the moment.

“Brush your fucking teeth! It was so gross when you wanted to make out when we were having sex.” You complain to him later on, as he predicted you would.

When you’re nagging him, it’s not as cute, but nothing that a little kiss doesn’t settle you. And Touya knows that you’d be embarrassed if he ever pointed it out too. So he goes out for his smoke like usual, sipping on his coffee and thinking back to ninety minutes ago that you were sucking the taste of cigarettes off his fingers.

“Touya! This reeks of smoke! I have to wash the pillowcases now!” You call from inside the apartment.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry doll.” he sighs as he stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Acting like you hate it so much…”

“What did you say?” You ask him sharply.

“Nothin’. I’m washing my hands now.” Touya starts to head towards the restroom, but not before cupping your cheek in his hand and making you kiss him first. And he lingers for a moment before he pulls away, smiling to himself as he goes to the restroom.

You’re a little liar; you didn’t push him away.

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya + your physical flaws

character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, physical marking (bruises and bites), blood words: 253

“I love every fucking inch of you,” Touya’s murmuring into your ass, lips dragging across your flesh messily with the proclamation, rubbing his mouth into you. “Fuckin’ art, baby, that’s what your body is.”

Fucking art that he’s spent the past hour marring—carving, painting, sculpting, claiming—engraving you with his teeth, sharp enamel piercing soft flesh, leaving crescent gouges of his mouth embossed along your form, a collection of grotesque little dents that fill with blood, flood with blood, blotted up by his hungry tongue;

branding you with his touch, veins crushed to pigments of navy and violet beneath his fingertips, dimpling supple skin and inducing puffy welts to sprout under coarse calluses—blooms of dark colour that seep through tissues, that sprawl in misshapen smudges across your canvas;

staining you with thick salves of saliva, the tip of his tongue tracing along the jagged strikes of silver sketched across your body with practiced precision—your thighs, your hips, your ass, your arms, your tummy, your tits—lapping lovingly over every single one, blowing streams of warm breath across the shimmering spit and watching in awe as your skin skitters with pebbled chills, then sealing each area with a smattering of kisses. 

It’s a worship of sorts, a holy sacrament he performs more nights than not, attentive and meticulous as he smothers your flaws in his love, in himself, whispering syrupy adorations into you and letting them soak into your flesh; saturating your tissues, marinating in your bones, rooting at your soul. 

[sanzusslutt]

Pairing: Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x f!Y/n -minors do not interact.

Warnings: smut with no plot, clit play, cursing, praising, dumbification, unprotected sex (do not recommend), no after care, begging, dacryphilia, fem pronouns + fem body descriptions, dirty talk, degrading, sub!reader, creampie, sry if I missed any..

Summary: Not anything special just Dabi being spicy obsessed with you.

"Call my name now, slut." dabi's words felt like poison but with his big cock so deep inside your warm walls, you can't even comprehend what he just said.

"Oh, you got so dumb on my cock that your stupid little brain can't even form a sentence?" his thrusts were so perfectly angled that your eyes rolled to the back of your head simultaneously every time the tip of his cock met your sweet spot.

"Whose dick made you this dumb, dear?" he picked up the pace, placing your knees close to your head to get better access to the spot deep inside you that made your legs tremble. He lowered his hand, positioning his thumb on your throbbing clit and doing little circles on the bud, instantly sending you to cloud nine and a familiar babbling sense on your stomach.

"Cat got your tongue? Answer me." Diamond blue eyes staring directly at yours as he waited for you to answer.

"You won't get to cum if you dont tell me you know whose dick made you so fucking dumb." his words cut like knifes as he stopped all his motions, moving his hand closer to your face and landing a hard slap across your cheek, bringing you almost out of submission. he placed his hand around your neck as you felt tears building in your eyes from the aching on your now cherry-red cheek.

"You!! You daddy!! you make me feel so good!! You Touya!! Ahh!!!" that's all he needed to hear from your mouth. he just wanted to hear his name fall from your lips to continue his hard thrusts and the circulating motions on your puffy clit.

"So good, doll.. thats what I wanted to hear..." he closed the distance between your faces, meeting your lips for a messy kiss as he pinched one of your nipples with his other hand.

he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths and white dots blurring your vision as you stepped closer and closer to the edge. with one last snap of his hips you gushed all over his thighs and torso. he wasn't too far behind. white thick liquid filling you to the brim as he worked both of you to your high.

he pulled his semi-soft cock out of your gummy walls, his cum coming out of you and falling down the sheets. he moved his long fingers and placed them out of your cunt, pushing his seed back inside you. "Don't let it go to waste, doll" was the last thing you heard and with a soft kiss on the top of your head, he let you rest in his warm arms.

i wrote this in class, I don't even know what this is...

[crushmeeren]

after I finish my itachi arranged marriage au mini series, I’ve been playing by with the idea of doing a mini series for either touya, shouto, or katsuki. absolutely no clue what they’d be about yet, I’m just curious which one you all would be interested in seeing.

or hell, I may go off the wall and write for fucking sesshomaru or circle back and write more illumi stuff. (no matter the outcome whatever inspires me at the time I will go with first.)

anyways I love seeing everyone’s votes, so if you’d like to vote or comment, feel free!

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