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xazse · 3 months ago

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mr compress x kittygirl hybrid! reader and i will worship the ground you walk 😣😣🙏🙏🙏

SWEET GIRL

Synopsis: Mr.Compress feels a certain inkling and intensity within himself.

Notes: this is great I know you just submitted this really recent but I wanted to let some of my fans know that I will now write for MHA!!! SEND ME SOME STUFF (don’t worry to my others who have sent jjk requests I’m working on them<333)) (sorry I just had to do something with the league and them meeting kitty girl)

Pairings: Mr.Compress x KittyGirl!Hybrid

Warnings: Smut + mean!League Members + rough handling + rough kissing + fingering + penetration + Fem!reader + Hybrid!reader

Mr.Compress had dragged in another stray: you he had known for at least a month before introducing you to the league. He found you digging through some rubble searching for food. He had felt extremely bad and just felt the need to take you.

So that’s what he did, he took you and you didn’t fight at all he just went, scooped you up. You looked a tad bit confused but when he gave you some food you were attached, he gave you plenty of opportunities to leave but every time you’d look around for him and once you found him you’d loop your arms with his and follow. It was downright adorable.

After some time had passed he chose to introduce you to his beloved league.

“She looks stupid, get her out.”

“That’s so mean Tomura! I think she looks adoreable!”

“You are very right Toga, Shigaraki isn’t used to cutesy things.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The blue haired man exclaimed from the bar.

“Why not give er’ a change Shigaraki? She could prove to be useful.” Spinner is always trying to be the middle man, Mr.Compress can certainly rely on him to get you in good with everyone.

“Useful my ass.” Dabi’s the one who speaks up.

“It wouldn’t be wise for you to talk, you’re in the same boat as her.” Shigaraki backfires.

“Tried to help you, dick.”

It hadn’t even been 40 minutes sitting as the league chats and discusses various things, Toga and Twice won’t leave you alone they insist on playing with your tail and rubbing your pointy ears: pushing them back just to watch them pop right back in place.

You aren’t complaining one bit, you love the extra attention they’re giving you, you can’t quite make out what they’re saying but nonetheless you know it’s nothing but sweet words minus twice sometimes blurting random crude things.

Leaving them proves to be the worst, “tears” are exchanged when Mr. Compress is ready to depart and you have to leave the new friends you just made. He reassures you that you’ll be able to see everyone again very soon.

Mr compress loves you a tenth fold you’re impressed by his tricks others find to be unfunny but you will sit for hours and watch him show off, clapping with the biggest smile on your cute face. It drives him mad to have his own personal fan.

It makes his cock throb when he’s doing one of his tricks and you look so curious to find out what’s next, he can’t focus on finishing it when you’re swooning right in front of him, he basically attacks you with sloppy kisses.

His thick tongue invades your mouth, his actions aren’t careful, he needs to be inside you right now.

He sits on his hind legs and traps you with his thighs on either side. He takes his hard cock out and jerks himself a few times right over your exposed stomach. you’ve all of a sudden gone shy on him, trying to avoid the intense way he’s staring down at you.

He stops for a moment to rid you of your bra, then your panties whilst also undressing himself fully too.

Even after all this time you’re still hiding your body from him like he hasn’t explored every single inch of you. He pays that no mind and moves to rub your cunt, he makes sure not to directly touch your clit.

He moves his skillful fingers around your lips, dipping in and out of your hole to get you used to the feeling. Sweet moans slip from your throat, your breath hitches everytime he so much as grazes the englared bud.

Impatient Compress starts full on fucking you with his fingers, he has to use a little of his strength to keep your leg nice and still for him. You’re full on moaning, it feels so damn good, the way his fingers abuse your wet hole in the meanest motions he can muster.

He makes eye contact with you when he pulls his fingers out and licks them, making sure to clean them dry.

He’s got you plenty wet, he rubs the tip of his cock in between your lips even touching your sensitive clit, he hadn’t even made you cum and you’re already so jumpy.

His thick cock starts to push inside you, slowly filling you of him, taking him is no walk in the park, he’s more long than anything, you grip whatever you can as he pushes past your tight hole.

Atsuhiro lets you adjust to him, he can hear slight sniffling from you, poor thing, he’ll make you happy in just a moment: that moment being now, he pushes your legs a little towards your torso angling his cock more snuggly.

Atushiro is never one to rush sex with you, he likes to be in the moment so he can enjoy and really feel you but now he can’t wait, he starts thrusting fast and deep, your fat cunt accepting every inch so easily now.

He’s been obsessed with your pussy the first day you and him had sex, you’re so tight and warm, he draws his hips back all the way letting his cock fall out to admire the slick it’s covered in, just to slam right back into you.

“Nnng..”

“Feels… so good Sako..” your moans sound so choked up in your throat, making you all the more desperate for more clearly.

His face is a beautiful shade of pink, groans mixed with yours slipping from his bitten lips, you truly don’t know the effects your cunt has on him, everytime he pulls back you suck him right back in.

Your tail has a mind of its own when it wraps around his torso, moving along with the rhythm of his hips.

You wipe the tears that have found their way to your face, your body spasms in that familiar way, along with your pussy tightening even more around him. He holds you down by your tummy, securing you in place so you don’t thrash everywhere.

He slams down in you one last time, pushing you right over the edge you cum with a loud yelp followed by quiet whines that die down, through this whole thing he’s praising you, kissing your soddened cheeks.

Your chest rapidly tries to calm down, feeling the aftershocks of a nasty orgasm.

Later that night he makes sure to rub your pointy ears and cuddle you as close as possible.

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doumadono · 2 months ago

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A toast to the past - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: a lot of sadness, grieving

Synopsis: some bonds and moments never truly die, no matter how much time passes. This is what you've learned not only from the League of Villains, but mostly from Dabi himself

A/N: as we say goodbye to 2024, I want to take a moment to wish you all a very Happy New Year, filled with good health and an abundance of positive energy. A huge thank you to everyone who has taken the time to visit my blog, read my stories, or offer the support - your kindness means the world to me. I’m looking forward to welcoming the new year and sharing even more with all of you. Here's to more adventures together in 2025!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

The icy wind gnawed at the edges of the dilapidated bar, rattling loose boards and curling under the gap at the door. The League of Villains’ ramshackle hideout wasn’t exactly the place one might expect to find themselves celebrating. It wasn’t often the League found a reason to celebrate, but tonight was an exception. New Year’s Eve was as good a reason as any to drag out the stolen liquor, laugh a little too loudly, and forget - if only for a few hours - about the vain world of heroes that loomed outside.

Yet, the hideout was alive with chaos.

Spinner had begrudgingly joined Twice and Toga in their frantic attempts to decorate, though the results were predictably awful - streamers dangled half-heartedly from the ceiling, and a mismatched assortment of paper lanterns cast flickering light across the room.

Mr. Compress sipped his drink, attempting to draw Giran into the conversation.

Shigaraki, for once, seemed to tolerate the festive atmosphere, though he sat hunched in his chair, lazily swirling a glass of a cheap champagne, scratching idly at his neck and glaring at anyone who came too close, his Switch laying on his lap.

Kurogiri had been busy behind the scenes, thoughtfully preparing colorful drinks for everyone. He made sure to mix several non-alcoholic ones, particularly for Toga, knowing she would enjoy them without the risk of getting drunk. He'd always kept an eye on her, knowing well that she could easily lose control if left unchecked, just like Tomura. At the same time, he carefully prepared extra shots for Shigaraki, who had openly mentioned earlier that he wanted to get wasted to dull the unbearable itching sensation crawling beneath his skin. Kurogiri had always been attentive, and tonight, he was doing what he could to ease the discomfort of his comrades, in his own quiet, efficient way.

And then there was Dabi.

The black-haired man, as usual, lingered on the outskirts of the noise, a silent observer. He stood by the window, cigarette in hand, eyes half-lidded as the faint orange glow reflected off the sharp planes of his face. The scarred corners of his lips twitched occasionally as he watched the others, though whether in amusement or annoyance, it was hard to tell.

It was a strange thing, this party. A group like yours wasn’t exactly built for celebrations. You were all too fractured, too worn by the world to embrace something as frivolous as joy. And yet, here you all were, crammed into this shabby room with mismatched streamers hanging crookedly from the ceiling.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Toga announced, clapping her hands together with a giddy grin. She darted to Twice, who was balancing a precarious tower of plastic cups, and immediately knocked it over in her excitement.

"You little menace!" Twice cried, his tone swinging wildly between indignant and adoring.

It was impossible not to laugh. Even Shigaraki's lips twitched in the ghost of a smirk before he buried his face back in his hands.

You glanced at Dabi, who hadn't moved from his spot by the window. Smoke curled lazily around his head, his expression unreadable. Something about his stillness drew you in like gravity, and before you realized it, you were walking toward him.

"You're missing the party," you teased, stopping just short of leaning against the same wall.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze flicking to you. "Looks like I'm not the only one."

"Fair," you admitted with a small smile. “But you’re really going to sulk through New Year’s?” You leaned your hip against the wall, tilting your head as you studied him.

“Sulking implies I care,” Dabi shot back, but the retort lacked its usual venom.

The countdown began, Toga’s voice leading the charge. “Ten! Nine!”

As the countdown began, the League’s mismatched voices filled the air, a cacophony of excitement and half-hearted participation.

Dabi didn’t move. He didn’t turn to the others, didn’t even glance at the clock. His gaze remained on you, sharp and heavy.

“Eight! Seven!”

“You’re staring,” you said softly, though your tone lacked any real accusation.

His lips twitched into something that might have been a smirk. “So are you.”

“Six! Five!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he took a step closer. He stopped just a breath away, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him despite the chill that crept through the cracks in the walls. His hand came up to cup your cheek, rough fingers brushing against your skin with a surprising gentleness that made your breath hitch.

“Four! Three!”

The noise around you faded into nothing, the room dissolving into a blur as his thumb traced along your lower lip.

“Two! One! Happy New Year!”

The room erupted into cheers, Toga’s high-pitched squeal cutting through the din as the others toasted and clapped, but none of it reached you.

Dabi leaned in, his lips crashed against yours. It wasn’t soft or tentative - he wasn’t the kind of man for that. Dabi’s lips were firm, his touch possessive, the kiss rough and consuming. The heat of him, the faint taste of smoke on his lips, made your knees weak, and you clung to him as though letting go wasn’t an option.

The world seemed to pause, time itself holding its breath as the moment stretched.

Dabi pulled back, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. His breath ghosted over your lips as he muttered, “Happy New Year, doll.”

Before you could respond, Toga’s delighted giggles shattered the moment. “Dabi kissed Y/N! I knew he would!” she crowed, clapping her hands in glee.

Twice let out a loud, exaggerated whistle. “Didn’t see that coming. Well, maybe I did. No, I definitely didn’t!”

Even Shigaraki seemed momentarily stunned, though he quickly muttered something about idiots and looked away.

Spinner groaned, muttering something about how he couldn’t believe he was spending his New Year with these people.

Compress raised a toast to the unexpected romance, and Twice fumbled with the camera app on his phone to snap a blurry picture.

But none of it mattered.

All that existed in that moment was the way Dabi looked at you as though the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“Alright, show’s over,” the black-haired man groaned, shooting a pointed glare at Toga before grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the door, leading you straight to his bedroom.

The night passed in a blur of heated whispers and shared warmth, his body a steady presence against yours as you made love for hours. The two of you stayed wrapped around each other long after the world outside went quiet. Dabi’s arm draped over your waist, his breath steady and warm against your shoulder. Neither of you spoke, content to exist in the stillness, in the rare, fragile peace of the moment.

The memory still lived in your heart, as vivid and searing as if it had happened yesterday. The hideout filled with laughter and chaos, Toga’s delighted clapping, Twice’s off-key singing, and the way Dabi’s lips pressed against yours at the stroke of midnight - it was a fleeting moment of happiness in a world that had given you so little.

But that was last year. That New Year’s Eve was the last you all spent together.

Everything changed after that night. The war came, tearing through your lives like a storm, leaving devastation in its wake. Too many lives were claimed, too many futures snuffed out. The League, the world, you - it all fractured, irreparably changed by the battles fought and the losses endured.

Now, you sat cross-legged in the grass, the late afternoon sun warm against your shoulders. A simple summer dress clung to your frame, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. In your lap was a handmade bowl of soba, steam curling lazily into the air.

“I started a job last week,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “It’s nothing glamorous, just working in the back of a diner. Washing dishes, peeling vegetables, that sort of thing. It’s hard, y’know? People don’t exactly trust someone with a past like mine.” You picked at the soba with your chopsticks, twirling the noodles idly. “People stare. They always do. Even when they don’t recognize me, they can tell there’s something off, like they can smell the smoke that clings to me. I can’t blame them. It’s not like I’ll ever really blend in.” You laughed softly, though the sound was hollow. “It’s funny,” you continued, wiping your cheek where a tear had fallen unnoticed. “The normal life we used to joke about… it’s so much harder than I thought it’d be. People don’t smile much, not really. And some days, it’s like I’m invisible. Maybe it’s better that way.”

You held the bowl tighter, your knuckles white against the handmade ceramic. “I brought this for you,” you offered, shifting slightly to place the bowl in the grass. “You probably would’ve made some snarky comment about how it’s not your style, but I thought… I thought you might like it anyway.”

The words caught in your throat, and before you could stop them, the tears came - hot and relentless, spilling down your cheeks as though the dam you’d built over the past year had finally broken. You didn’t bother wiping them away. What was the point?

It took everything in you to get here. Reaching out to the Todoroki family - people you’d once thought of as enemies - had been harder than you could have imagined. But you needed to know where he was, where they’d laid him to rest. You couldn’t keep carrying the weight of his absence without a place to grieve.

The breeze shifted, and for a moment, it seemed to carry a faint, fleeting scent of fire - charcoal and smoke. It wrapped around you like an embrace, stirring the strands of your hair. It was fleeting, barely there, but it made you pause. Slowly, your lips curved into a small, trembling smile. “You’re listening, aren’t you?” you whispered, wiping at your face. “You always were good at pretending not to care.”

What you didn’t know - what you couldn’t know - was that he was sitting right there, just as you’d imagined. His spirit leaned against the gravestone, one knee drawn up, his chin resting lazily on it. He was watching you, his pale eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow. He reached out, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, aching to wipe away your tears. But it was futile, of course. You were here, in the world of the living, and he was there, trapped in the world of the dead. Dabi whispered, “Stop crying, doll. You’ll ruin your pretty face.” But the words faded into the breeze, unheard and unspoken.

He watched you carefully: the way your hands trembled slightly as you set the bowl down, the way your lips quivered as you spoke his name, the way your tears reflected the light of the setting sun.

You couldn’t see the way his jaw clenched, the frustration in his eyes as his hand passed through you like mist. The space between your worlds was too vast, and all he could do was sit and observe.

You didn’t know he was there, couldn’t feel the weight of his gaze or the ghostly touch of his hand. “I miss you,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you rested a hand on the cold stone. “Every day, Touya.”

He closed his eyes, his head tilting back against the gravestone as if to steady himself. The scars on his face softened in the glow of the afternoon sun, and for a moment, he looked almost at peace. “I miss you too,” he whispered, though the words were meant only for himself.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the cemetery. Your fingers brushed over the gravestone, tracing the letters carved into the cold stone: Touya Todoroki. The breeze swirled again, wrapping around you like an embrace. It felt warm, comforting, almost like him.

“I miss all of you. Toga, Tomura… even Twice and his constant grumbling.” You laughed weakly, but the sound was hollow. “The world’s quieter now, but it doesn’t feel better. It feels empty.” And with that, you sobbed more. “I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice trembling. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more. I’m sorry I couldn’t save any of you. I’m so fucking sorry…”

When you finally stood and brushed the grass from your dress, you glanced back at the tombstone one last time. “I’ll keep going,” you whispered, your voice shaky but resolute. “For you. For all of you. I promise. I promise I won’t let go. I’ll never forget you. And you guys will always live in my heart.”

He watched you turn to leave, his gaze lingering on you as if memorizing every detail - the way the sunlight caught the strands of your hair, the way your shoulders straightened even under the weight of your grief, and a faint smile crossed his lips as his scarred hand rested on the top of the tombstone. “We all know that, doll,” he murmured, his voice soft and low. “Live the life we weren’t destined to have. And don’t forget - I’ll love you forever.”

As the wind swept through the graveyard once more, Dabi’s spirit winnowed like mist under the light of a chilly morning, fading into the air that surrounded you. And a promise, carried on the breeze, was as eternal as the love he left behind.

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deadhands69 · 8 days ago

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Will you be my Valentine?: Villains

How does your favorite villain act on Valentine’s day when they have a crush on you?

villain edition ▷ masc version ▷ fem version

Toga is pretty open. If she has a crush on you, you probably already know. If you somehow haven’t figured it out by now, you DEFINITELY will by the end of Valentine’s day. She brought you cute things and is being wayyy more over the top flirty than usual. On top of that, she made reservations for something cute like a cat cafe or a movie.

She’s also chasing you with a knife (it’s her love language!) Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Probably.

How to handle this: Give her a little blood as a gift and she’ll calm down (again: probably.)

Shigaraki is grouchier than usual. Partially because he “didn’t ask to be subjected to this stupid holiday.” Mostly because he never saw all this “lovey dovey shit” as anything meant for him, but being around you makes him wish it was. So, Tomura is going to be in a bad mood all day but he’s also following you around like a lost puppy. Kurogiri noticed this and is trying so hard to quietly set up situations to give him a little push before leaving and watching from the other room. Playing romantic music before the two of you walk into the living room. Leaving tea for two out in the dining room. After his hints are not received, he eventually gives in and just walks into the room asking the two of you if there's anywhere you'd like him to warp you for the evening. Tomura is full deer in the headlights after that, you'll have to answer.

How to handle this: He’s complaining about how stupid it all is and he wants you to tell him how much you love and care about him agree and laugh about it. Careful what you say though, he startles easily.

Compress is the opposite. He pulled out all the stops. You left briefly to grab something from the convenience store and when you get back he has the whole entryway decorated. Roses, balloons, a giant sign asking you to be his Valentine. He has a full choreographed routine declaring his undying love for you. It doesn’t tone down from there either, fancy dinner, a sunset walk, and every romantic cliche you can imagine.

How to handle this: He put the effort in, all you need to do is be excited along with him.

Twice also put in a lot of effort. Candles and rose petals EVERYWHERE. He went back and forth on whether it was too much, but after watching Compress, he decided some decorations, chocolate, and champagne really aren't that over the top. He's pretty open to ideas on where things go from there - you being there is the important part.

How to handle this: No need to show up with a present or do anything in particular. You spending time with him is a gift in itself.

Dabi is awwwkkkkwwarrrrddddd. He’s trying so hard but it’s all new for him. You’ve never seen him flustered like this. Stumbling over words. Taking you somewhere cute (well, cute by his standards) but forgetting to indicate that it’s a date in any way. He just insulted you (accidentally) while trying to give you a compliment. He sees it all happening and in no way knows how to make it stop. In his defense, he has no romantic experience nor has he witnessed how any happy adult couples behave. He's only going off of what he's seen in movies (not much) and the less-unhinged things he chose to take from Toga's advice.

How to handle this: Put in any effort and he’ll completely cave (once he realizes you’re not fucking with him.)

Spinner seems like the type to do something very lowkey and specific to you. It’ll be subtle, but nice. He won’t go overboard or drag you out to crowded restaurants, but he’ll watch your favorite movie with you. Play your favorite game. Do something related to your hobbies. The little things you never thought anyone would notice, but he does. He texted you a week or two in advance to see if you were free before showing up in person. Nervously, he stood in your doorway, eyes glued to the floor while he quietly stuttered his way through asking you to hang out. As he's leaving, he realizes he may have accidentally made it sound a lot more casual than he intended for it to be.

How to handle this: He put so much more into this than it seems, please notice!

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taglist: @shigarakislaughter

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bennyb0i0 · 6 months ago

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Center stage

“X Reader smut again..“ I say, hunched over butt booty naked smoking a cigarette

Compress always had a way of making you feel pretty. whether it be the way his eyes traced your figure everywhere you went with him, the feather-light kisses you received, or his praise in general, he made you feel gorgeous. And that fact didn’t change in bed.

His fingers graced your body from your breasts to your thighs. His touch was gentle, but it felt like his nails were cutting into your skin from anticipation alone. Your chest rose and fell as you looked up at him, his smirk making your breath hitch. His voice, usually boisterous and loud, was now quiet and reserved only for you. It was just as attention-grabbing as it usually was, but now, you were his only audience member, and you were captivated.

“You’re eying me like I’m the star of the show, love. It’s your turn to be center stage.” He said as his finger finally found their way to your wet cunt, rubbing circles on your clit with his skilled hands. Your mind went blank and you would’ve cum right there if he didn’t pull away. Before you could fully whine, you felt his free hand run through your hair, as if to soothe you.

“Hush, dearest. The greatest part of a performance is saved for the end, right?” He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, and you nodded in response. “Good..” you heard his belt unbuckle, then felt him probe your entrance.

“Let’s see just how long this show will last, hm?”

#mr compress smut #mr compress x reader #mr compress #sako atsuhiro #atsuhiro sako #mha smut #mha x reader smut #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha #lov x reader #mr compress x Reader smut #if y’all can’t handle me at my worst you don’t deserve me at my best #league of villians x reader #league of villains

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kelin-is-writing · 2 years ago

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I don't know who else to yell at about this AND YOU JUST HAPPENED TO BE IN MY CROSSHAIRS -- COME HERE, LISTEN /strangles

Mr. Compress being a flamboyant, charming, and sly individual was definitely a big factor in why you liked him. That, and the air of mystery he seemed to exude. It was the mask, wasn't it? You found yourself staring at his face -- or lack thereof -- more often than you cared to admit. Truly, you were a MASTER of subtlety. He must have caught you staring about a dozen times, but always played it off like a gentleman. "Have I enchanted you yet, my darling (Y/n)?" he would ask, laughing as you scrambled to compose yourself. Fuckin' smooth, dipshit. Why'd he always have to catch you gawking?

What you didn't know was that this little charade went both ways. Sako was simply better at covering his tracks. Less blatant about his admiration. The hold you had over him was beyond what you could have ever imagined. Sako finds himself wanting to impress you -- make you smile and laugh. Ah, your voice is so angelic. The utter joy he gets from watching your eyes sparkle as he performs an impressive sleight of hand trick is enough to motivate him.

"Every magician worth his salt needs a lovely assistant, wouldn't you agree?" He flirts RELENTLESSLY, but you're either too dense or too reserved to make a move back. At some point, he gets fed up with your reluctance to acknowledge his advances. If subtlety isn't a language you speak -- ✨extravagance✨ will have to do.

When you walk into the room, you're dumbfounded. Flowers, wine, candles and music. Sako was there waiting for you and claps his hands in anticipation at your appearance. "I thought perhaps this would erase any doubts you might have in regards to my intentions with you," he says, closing the distance between you. "You're quite easy to fool, my darling, but so very difficult to seduce."

Oh. You got it now. Finally.

"A dance, my dear?" he asks, offering his hand to you with a bow. After you take his hand, he brings it up -- moving his mask aside just a smidge to place a kiss upon your palm. "I've been craving this ever since we met. Let us make this a night to remember."

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT BUT OUUUGGGHH I SCREAM

four. words. for. sako: SMOOTH AND CLEVER MOTHERFUCKER.

he's (just like all the other LOV members) so used to be subtle and cautious with every little one of his move. but if for some reason you don't get the hint or try to ignore it, he would take every chance of you being near him to shamelessly flirt with you and be upfront about his feelings towards you, to corner you and get the words out of you. he ain't going to let you run away from these feelings.

would literally shower you with compliments from the moment you wake up to when you're about to go sleep. he's definitely the one to blame for the praise kink you've developed.

#kelin responds #answered #shade 🌌#bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #mr compress fanfic #atsuhiro sako fanfic #bnha x you #mha x you #mr compress x you #atsuhiro sako x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mr compress x reader #atsuhiro sako x reader #OH MY GOD SHADE DON'T WORRY THIS WAS AWESOME TO READ AND UGH–#he's my 2nd fav LOV member so this was just fantastic to me #god he's so damn hot... during his last fight he had me nearly scream 'DADDY!!!' at him so bad...#btw sorry for the late reply i just got home 😭

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moodyvoid · 4 months ago

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Rei: “Touya, I have something to share with you and it may be a bit difficult to hear.”

Touya: “Yeah?”

Mr. Compress, walking over: “Please allow me to relay the message with a joke.”

Rei, nodding.

Touya: “Why are you here?”

Mr. Compress: “What’s the difference between your mom and your dad?”

Touya: “What?”

Mr. Compress: “I’m not dating your Dad!”

Touya: “…”

Mr. Compress: “…”

Rei, facepalming as Touya chases Mr. Compress.

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metranart · 7 months ago

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➡️ JOIN THE LEAGUE AND BE THEIR PET 🥵💦

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villainbun · 9 months ago

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Masking fire

Dabi x Gn!reader and Mr.Compress x Gn!reader

Tw: yandere Dabi, yandere Mr.Compress, toxic relationship, eventual cheating, mask kink

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

You were sitting on one of the bar stools in the LoV hideout while Toga raved on about wanting to see that green haired hero boy again. You barely registered anything as the alcohol seeped into your body. Not that you were usually like this with her, you did enjoy conversing with her on the daily basis. However, tonight was different, you were too busy worrying about seeing Dabi again after what happened a few days ago.

“I thought we’ve talked about this already” you sighed.

“Relax babe, they are all dust by now. It’s fine” he said as if he was proud of burning random men until they were unrecognizable.

“But, what if you get caught? I don’t want to lose you” you frustratedly responded.

“Look at me” “Hey! Look at me, nothing’s gonna happen” he grabbed your chin and leaned in for a kiss. You felt his hands grabbing your waist and his semi hard cock rubbing against you.

“But you should be careful, the police and heroes are out looking for us what if-” you said as you weren’t in the mood.

“Tsk” he tutted. “Listen, I’m tired of you yapping like a bitch all day long, why don’t you come here” he barked back.

“But I…” you muttered until you realized it was useless to say anything. He didn’t listen to you before what made you think this time would be different.

“That’s it, I’m done. I can’t even relax anymore. Fuck this” he grumbled as he stepped away probably to smoke another cigarette and blow some steam off. It was always the same whenever your antics got too much, he would just walk away like you were wrong for caring for him.

Somehow, the nervousness you felt went away as soon as you saw Dabi coming back safely with Spinner, Twice and Compress. Toga immediately jumped up on her feet and rushed towards Twice, finally her favourite person to chat with in the League was back. Mr.Compress along with Spinner were heading your way.

“You know a lady should not be drinking alone, want us to keep you company?” Compress offered. You blushed slightly at him and nodded happily. Compress sat next to you and next to him was Spinner who was trying to steal the bottle away from you.

Mr.Compress removed his black and white mask leaving just his eyes and mouth uncovered by the ski mask. His gentle eyes stared at you briefly and maybe it was the alcohol talking at that moment, but you couldn’t help noticing how attractive he was. The mask certainly did a good job accentuating his features. His chocolate eyes made you feel warm and his luscious lips parted as he spoke to you leaving his pearly white teeth to shine through. You had to excuse yourself and go to your room. What are these weird thoughts creeping into your mind? You shouldn’t have drank so much, but it just felt so good to temporarily forget you and Dabi’s rocky situation even if it was for bit.

After you got into your room still ignoring Dabi’s presence, he thought to himself that he needed to figure out a way to get you back into his arms. He went up groggily to Compress and asked him to borrow one of his many ski masks. Did you really think he wouldn’t notice you making googly eyes at Compress in that mask. He knew you and your dirty mind enough to realize that you were flustered by men in masks. He was tired of this bratty behaviour, now it was time for you to be put back in your place. He won’t be tolerating your bickering any longer…

Later that night, Shigaraki yelled out from the other room, telling you both to shut up as you giggled and leaned onto Dabi’s chest as he kissed the top your head. It always ended the same, but with his body against yours nothing mattered, not the fight, not his temper, not this cycle that you were in. Everything was okay again, at least until the next time you lose your mind over his safety.

Little did you know that, in Mr.Compress’ room, he was figuring out a way to make you all his. There was no doubt in his mind that he would treat you so much better than that arsonist maniac.

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

I’ll be writing a part 2 eventually. It will lean more into Mr.Compress and reader

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nikki-152006 · 3 months ago

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In case anyone is interested in reading a Dabi fanfic I'm writing on Quotev currently:

DETAILS:

slowburn

realistic-ish

I'm not sure whether you call sort-of-kindapping a hero students and forcing her to work for you until everyone actually gets close as Enemies to Lovers but that's what it should be?

[For spoilers or reader feedback, feel free to check the discussions/comments section.]

Poster: (a little blurred here for some reason idk why) (also, before you ask why I'm adding this, idk why)

Initial chapters may be a tiny bit off considering I'd written them quite some time ago but the current ones are going good ;)

Quick summary? [if u don't want spoilers, read only first 3 paras]

This isn't the official story description, it's just a hurried summary in layman's language for the Dabi fandom but here it goes— the reader's character or the MC is a third year hero student along with Midoriya Izuku and his batch. They've all been fighting the Paranormal Front for almost three years now but have not yet been able to completely foil All for One.

Apparently the Front has been lying low for some time which is obviously suspicious. In actuality, AFO is trying to swallow Shigaraki's body and the guy is fighting hard. The heroes meanwhile launch a joint underground investigation and send only hero students in it (why this, is a story plot reveal later on). And just to the worst of her luck, the reader runs into Dabi on the very first day.

Is it a typical "oh I ran into a villain incident on the very first time and Imma fall in love with him just like that"?

Nope. As mentioned above, the fanfic is "realistic-ish".

Well then one day Aizawa gets to know and there's a catharsis of all the guilt and trauma she has had while being with the villains because of course it feels like cheating on everyone who she has ever known.

It's slow burn so obviously, there is a massive, massive block of "platonic" (as these both call it) teasing and playing around before MC realises her feelings.

But it doesn't magically become the sweetest thing in the world, because oh. The story name is "Deviated" and she knows this sort of a relationship between a hero and villain is far too deviated from what can be accepted by the world.

Unless the war breaks out.

War arc has just ended and I'm currently writing the very first post-war chapter.

Translation: realistic romances have begun!

There's a lot I'm going to get out in this chapter because Dabi is an immediate lead to long threads of intoxicating fantasies (to everyone who even likes him) and so why not?

LINK to Deviated- Dabi X Reader

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