#a bit of shigadabi

[cannibal-thing]

🌟Tomura 100% regresses to the ages on 5-7 (when a lot of trauma happened)

🌟I feel like he regressed a lot in the first season without even knowing, that’s why he acted the way he did a lot of the time.

🌟Sitting on Dabis’ lap babbling, literally. 🌟rocking back and forth

🌟maybe Dabi’s rubbing his back 🌟No words, just mindless babbling.

🌟a few muffled “Mommy’s”

🌟I see the mindless babbling showing that he can talk but when he was at that age he was quiet, and no one really understood what he said. Also cuz he truly started talking when AFO forced him to constantly.

🌟and the mommy part because well his mom was really the only one he felt safe around when he was younger.

🌟Slowly starts to cry sometimes, simply wanting to stay close to Dabi but can’t because he’s doing the mission Tomura sent him on.

🌟and with Kurogiri held behind bars, he’s alone.

🌟that’s Why he has so many stuffed animals and pillows in his bed (kinda like Togas room just edgy)

🌟he usually regresses a few hours before he’s supposed to go to bed so he can get it out of his system and so someone could be there, not busy with work.

🌟if he’s regressed and on his period he’s knocking on Dabi’s door crying about how “his kitty is bleeding” and “his tummy hurts”

🌟he’s definitely put random shit in his mouth.

🌟he’s like 10x more sensitive regressed, idk how to explain it he just is. So he gets overstimulation very easily.

🌟 he doesn’t remember what to avoid that much when regressed so he’s touching and interacting with things he already didn’t like, causing a shut down.

🌟a weighted blanket helps him calm down, that’s just whenever. A lucky gift from the PFL when he had his broke leg and arm.

🌟oh! During that time a lot of tears where shed as well because he could handle the pain as and adult but as a five year old that was too much-

🌟and sometimes things aren’t always planned, that’s what’s scares him the most, randomly slipping during a meeting or while doing something important. Which causes him to stress, and usually he’d regress when he’s under a lot of stress. Needing that release.

[pealingpetals]

he's just a little chilly

[krbkss]

and if i said that tododeku and shigadabi [are supposed to] parallel each other ?????? we know that they’re tethered singularly because it’s izuku vs tomura and shoto vs touya but let’s take a step further and see how touya is tomura’s right arm and tomu trusts him and gives him a nomu when he asks for one and lets him do his thing and probably (a girl can dream) was the only one who knew all about touya’s past and plan beforehand andddd how that translates with tododeku and we’ll realize it’s the same trust, respect and mutual support. guys i am SO. …sniffles…. i think i’ve said it before that tddk is basically shigadabi in another universe where things went a different and better way with toshinori taking care of tenko and touya breaking free from enji’s mental hold and meeting people that will become friends. like im just rambling probably but they do parallel each other !! the ones that received a helping hand and the ones who didn’t. the ones that grow together and the ones who destroy themselves together. they’re THE couples fr. the only ships ever. man….. </3

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Your writing is so amazing!!! Could we get #14 for shigadabi?

Prompt: heat/Sex pollen/love potion

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sex Pollen, Fuck or Die, Begging, Dacryphillia, Multiple Orgasms, Handcuffs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dry Humping, Handjobs, Praise Kink, Dub-Con associated with this trope that is recognized by the characters involved and discussed within the narrative followed up by enthusiastic consent.

Everything happens so fast. Goes from a tense but potentially fruitful meeting with a small group of villains who specialize in chemical compounds and weaponry, a contact that Toga and Twice managed to learn about during their time with the Shie Hassaikai. People without resources now that Overhaul has been taken out of the picture and desperate enough to keep doing their research they seemed willing to overlook their part in that. People who, they had been hoping, might be able to expand on the process used to make the quirk erasing bullets that they had also stolen. But negotiations broke down. They didn't even so much as break as implode. Shigaraki isn't even sure exactly what set it off, had been having a relatively civil conversation and then one of the members snapped at their representative. Had been two short, bitter comments and then he had lashed out with his quirk. Doesn't know how their infighting had spilled over and gotten directed at them, but the next thing they knew the League was being rounded on. 

It's an actual genuine surprise when Dabi steps in, moves in front of them as a cloud of pale pink spores are suddenly filling the air and racing towards the rest of them. When he ignites he torches the lot of them and the group of scientists in one massive wall of blue flame. A surprise because he didn't think Dabi really gave a fuck about the rest of them and their continued well-being. Hadn't thought he would ever put himself in harms way like that. But Dabi torches their opposition and then hesitates, smoke curling from his arms. 

"Woah," Toga murmurs, watching the flames eat up the other half of the building. 

"Certainly an impressive display," Compress remarks, "But perhaps we should be taking our leave now?" 

Yeah, absolutely. Do not need to get caught when someone sees the smoke and fire pouring from the building. At least when negotiations broke down this time no one got killed, he thinks bitterly. At least no one got hurt--

Dabi takes a step towards them. He sees it, the slight wobble to his step, starts to move before he even knows why, and then Dabi is dropping. Barely manages to catch him before he hits the floor without accidentally activating his quirk. Shit. Shifts his grip to keep a finger away from his skin. 

"Fuck," the arsonist's voice thin, smoke leaking out from his mouth. Can see sweat starting to bead across his brow and then he's gone, eyes fluttering shut and going limp in his arms. 

"Shit, what happened?" Spinner rushing over to help him try and haul Dabi back onto his feet. No use, not particularly heavy, but completely dead weight. 

"Must have gotten hit with some of whatever that quirk was." He mutters, "Compress," doesn't even really need to ask. They need to leave, dragging around their unconscious companion is not going to help with that. The older man comes over and marbles Dabi immediately. Also will help keep him in stasis as they travel. They regroup and start to move. "Go back to base." He tells the rest of them, the base in question a gutted condemned apartment building for the time being, "Take him to see the doctor."

"Text me when you need him released," Compress tells him easily, 

"And you'll text us when you know what's wrong, right?" Toga's voice a little more worried. Can't blame her. Barely a month since they lost Magne. 

"I will," he reassures her, "Go on." 

They separate and he does his best to make his way towards Ujiko's lab swiftly. 

///

Takes an hour to get to the lab and then another hour of the doctor running tests before they know what's wrong with him. 

Aphrodisiac quirks aren't unheard of. They're not incredibly common and tend to carry a significant stigma given that they can cause public acts of indecency on the low end of damages and can be the source of assault and rampant abuse on the higher end. Can also be fairly deadly depending on the potency of them, with victims sometimes not even being able to remember to eat or drink through the haze of lust. Ujiko tells him this, says that he's put Dabi on an IV to keep him from dying of dehydration, and says that they'll have to wait and see if this version of the quirk will fade on its own or not. Because sometimes they do. Sometimes it's just a matter of letting it run its course and then moving on. But sometimes. Sometimes they won't fade without outside assistance. 

Texts the others and tells them that they're waiting for Dabi to wake up and see the effects of the quirk but doesn't tell them what he was hit with. Doesn't know if Dabi would want anyone to know. Barely sticks around with them when they aren't actively doing a job, hasn't told them anything about himself in the months that he's been working with them, doubts that he would want them to know even an inch of vulnerability now. Still doesn't quite understand why he had gotten in front of them, why he had risked-- and actually gotten-- hit with this quirk to keep them safe. Never seemed to care about their safety before now. 

After three hours it becomes clear that this isn't going to be as easy as just waiting it out. Tomura's not sure exactly when Dabi woke, believes the doctor tried to go in and explain the situation to him before he entirely lost his head, doesn't know how successful he was. Then Ujiko showed him into an observation chamber, in case he needed to check in on the arsonist, and left, actually maintaining his job at the hospital and needing to go to his shift. Told him to check up on Dabi again in another few hours and if it wasn't fading then intervention would probably be necessary to keep him alive. Waits three hours and then checks up on the man. Is shooting out of the chair, going to one of the cabinets of supplies and finding what he needs before making his way to the room Dabi's been put in. 

Smoke is trickling out from beneath the door. 

Enters the room and immediately notices how hot it is, notices that before the choked little sounds of whimpers and moans coming from the bed. Dabi is smoking too, his coat, shirt, and boots pulled off, the air around him shimmering with heat, sweat beaded across his skin. Rutting into a pillow making those desperate, pained little sounds. 

His mouth goes dry and he immediately tries to shake that as he tries to get the other man's attention, approaching the bed carefully. "Dabi,"

Gets a desperate gasp out of the other man, pulling his head up to look at him, pupils blown so wide he can barely see any blue at all, face flushed, mouth open and panting softly. "Duster," a thready little whine. Doesn't expect him to keen softly before surging up to reach for him. Not expecting his hands to close around his forearms and try to pull him down, wonders if he should have realized how absolutely scorching his touch would be even through the long sleeves of his shirt, but the staples across his palms are glowing, and they immediately start to burn through the fabric. 

"Fuck, Dabi your quirk," brought suppression cuffs. Neither he or Ujiko had even thought they would be needed, didn't know that there was a risk of Dabi incinerating himself while under the effects of this quirk. 

"Help?" Desperate and wavering and he feels something tighten sharply behind his ribs. 

"Yeah, come on, just need to let go." 

The other man seems to struggle but manages after a second. Releases his arms and he feels his skin stinging with burns. Can see the holes burned into his sleeves where his staples touched. Barely takes a breath before he's wrapping the cuffs around Dabi's wrists and locking them in place. As soon as they're on, the smoke stops and Dabi all but collapses, forcing him to catch him again as he lets out a loud breathless sound of relief. 

The smoke around the room starts to dissipate and he sees that the heat has burned holes in the thin cot as well, melted the IV bag and evaporated the liquid. Lucky he got to the other man before he'd set the whole room on fire. Winces slightly when Dabi's hands wrap around his forearms again and he pulls. Not expecting it, stumbles. The arsonist uses the momentum to get him onto the bed, pushing him up against the wall before he can shift, 

"Dabi--" 

"Please, please, Duster, please," Has the other man in his lap, can feel his cock straining against his pants as he grinds against his thigh, making his mouth go dry again. Fuck. 

"Dabi, shit, you'll be fine, you just need to get this out of your system--" 

"Can't," never heard the other man sound so broken. "Can't cum, please, Duster, please," 

God fucking damn it. Because if he hasn't been able to get himself off at all then this is the really bad type of aphrodisiac quirk. The kind that will kill him if it stays in his system for too long. The kind that needs assistance to remove. Feels his stomach go hollow as he is suddenly faced with the question of if Dabi would rather die or rather... have him help when he's so out of his head. Dabi can barely tolerate him, they tried to kill each other a few months ago.

"Do you have anyone I can call--" Doesn't know anything about Dabi other than that he is good at his job when he deigns to be around to do it. Could have a significant other, someone he trusts, anyone who could help. 

Shakes his head, whining and rutting against his thigh again. Shigaraki grabs his hips, holding tightly, trying to keep him from doing it again and Dabi keens, "Want you, please," 

Knows it's the quirk talking. Knows Dabi wouldn't ever say that to him. Hates himself for how much he likes it. For how much he's wanted to have Dabi looking at him like this, desperate for his touch, doesn't want it when he knows the other man isn't in his right mind. Is trying to think of literally anything else he can do when Dabi meets his eyes again, when he sees that the other man's are wide and glassy, his whole body trembling, 

"Hurts, please Shig, please. Help?" The last word escaping him on a thin sob. Startles as he starts to cry blood. Crimson tears slipping over his cheeks as he shakes, hands fisted in his shirt and straining against the hold on his hips. 

Fuck. Going to lose his best piece one way or the other. Would rather Dabi be alive to hate him when he goes than gone completely. "...Okay," loosens his grip and gently rocks his thigh up against Dabi's hard cock. Makes the arsonist moan loudly, pressing in closer. Lets him start to ride his thigh, settles into a desperate frantic rhythm, sharp gasps and moans slipping constantly from his lips. Tries to stay still, to keep his own cock from hardening as he has the other man rutting in his lap, face pressed against his neck. Might break hold of the quirk if he can just get off with someone else there. Just let Dabi do this and hopefully he'll be alright. Can't take away the wrongness of all of this, but may be able to ease a little of the filth that's going to cling to his soul afterwards. 

Hears the other man still whimpering, sniffling, feels his tears dripping against his skin. Can't help it, raises a hand and strokes through his hair, "It's fine, you're gonna be fine, baby, come on," Rocks his thigh up against him again. Gets another loud, broken moan against his throat, "Feels good, doesn't it? Come on, be over soon, just have to cum, Dabi." 

Gets another weak nod against his neck as he keeps moving, thrusts going faster, breaths coming in harsh pants. His moans are constant and getting louder, higher, his muscles tightening, must be close--

Dabi's whole body goes rigid as he cums. Tomura lets out a slow breath, pulls his hand from his hair, ready to need to extract himself as the other man's sense returns. Takes a second for Dabi to pull his face from his neck, panting and eyes still hazy. Fuck. Looks so good blissed out with tears clinging to his cheeks. Doesn't even have time to linger on the wrongness of that thought slipping through his mind when Dabi didn't choose to show this to him, before the expression is gone, his brows pulling together for a second, confusion written across his features. Understands at the same time as him, as he doesn't feel Dabi softening at all. Cannot catch a fucking break with this quirk. 

"No," Dabi's little whine makes his chest fucking ache. Shatters his heart when Dabi gives another weak sob. "D-didn't work. Need more, fuck, please Tomura, please, I'm sorry." 

Immediately reaches and cups his face in his hands, trying to brush away the tears and shush him. Trying to comfort him. Didn't even know that would be something so automatic for him. Hadn't ever had to do it for anyone before they'd lost Magne. Definitely isn't any good at it but he'll try for Dabi, for all of them. "Shh, you don't have to apologize, Dabi. It's not your fault," knows that the words can't be trusted but he just needs something if he's going to convince himself to go through with this, "Are you sure you want me to help?" 

Dabi nods desperately, "Please, need you, please Tomura,"

Takes a shaky breath of his own. "Okay, gonna give you what you need." Tries to coax him out of his lap and Dabi clings a little tighter. "Just want to get you undressed, sweetheart, won't that feel good?" Earns another needy sound from the other man and he lets himself be shifted out of his lap and back onto the cot. Doesn't immediately reach to help him with the last bits of his clothes, Dabi struggling to do so himself with the suppression cuffs on, instead reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his gloves. Doesn't usually wear them in bed, usually trusts his control even here, but Dabi is already so desperate, has already grabbed at him a few times. Is already so vulnerable and he is not going to make that any worse by potentially hurting him further with his quirk. 

Gets on his gloves, takes a small breath to steady himself and then reaches to help him with the thick belt and the clasp of his pants. Dabi moans again when he gets them open, when the cooler air of the room touches his hot skin. Wonders if he would literally be on fire if not for the cuffs. Can't really keep stalling and the arsonist lifts his hips eagerly so he can peel the leather away from his long legs. Fuck. Wondered what he would look like naked, prettier than he imagined. Wondered how far the scars would go, didn't know if he expected them to wrap around his legs, stapled together around the middle of his thighs and extending down to his calf on one leg and all the way to his ankle on the other. But there is an expanse of unblemished skin, smeared with his release, glistening with sweat too, his cock flushed and curving up against his stomach, a ladder of six shiny barbells decorating the underside of his length. Feels his own arousal starting to build as he takes in the sight of the other man, especially when Dabi whimpers, 

"Tomura," hips rocking up, looking for anything, and he tears his eyes away from his body and finds Dabi looking back at him, eyes hazy and half-lidded, face flushed, tears still clinging to his cheeks. Swallows and tries to focus. Just needs to get him off, break the quirk. 

Wraps his hand around Dabi's cock, giving him a long slow stroke, palm sliding easily enough when he's already wet with cum. Is aching himself when Dabi moans so loudly, cuffed hands reaching and tangling tight in his shirt as his back arches, head thrown back, the sound tearing from his chest as he starts to rock up into his fist immediately, spreading his legs even wider. Lets Dabi set the pace, lets him fuck into his hand fast and messy. Tries to find what he likes. Figures out from how his voice goes high and whining that he wants him to tug a little at the piercings, that he likes it when he tightens his grip around his base. 

Finds out how badly he wants to be kissed when the hands in his shirt yank him roughly, tugging him down just enough for Dabi to crash their lips together. Doesn't mean to let himself moan softly against the other's lips, but if anything the soft sound makes Dabi more frantic. Lips needy and wanting, tongue flicking out over his, teeth following. And he's too weak to stop him. Opens his mouth, meets his tongue. Kisses Dabi rough and filthy until he's getting familiar with the lingering taste of smoke all over Dabi's tongue and the other man is moaning. Is still kissing him when his body goes rigid again, when he lets out another gut-punched sound of pleasure before his cock is twitching against his palm and he's spilling again. 

"Ah, Tomura, please, more," Doesn't even pause this time, keeps fucking into his hand. Still hard. Fuck. Not enough. Can't help it, presses another kiss to his panting mouth. Dabi cants his hips up again, pulls back so he can look into those pretty, lust-dark eyes, "Inside? Please, want you." Doesn't. Not really. But he's still in danger. Will be until the quirk breaks.  

"Okay," his voice soft and thin. Wishes this was real. Wishes that Dabi really wanted this. Takes his wet hand from around Dabi's cock and he spreads his legs wide so that he can press his fingers to his hole. Blinks, confused, because he's already wet. Shifts so that he can see, and realizes that there's something slick dripping down his thighs, his hole glistening with it. Another effect of the quirk? Doing something to make his body ready for what it would make him crave? Rubs a finger over his hole, smearing the slick, seeing more of it drip out as the ring of muscles twitches against the touch. The whine Dabi makes is going to haunt his dreams after this. 

"Duster," watches Dabi's mouth fall slack as he slowly presses his finger inside. Wet enough he doesn't feel any drag as he sinks into that tight heat, muscles immediately squeezing around him, getting another loud moan as Dabi rocks back. Still tries to go slow, doesn't want to rush here and risk hurting him, uses his other hand to hold his hips so that he can't fuck himself open. Every press of his finger has a little more fluid leaking out of him and after another minute he hesitantly presses in a second finger. Only makes Dabi moan even louder, his fingers knotted in his shirt so tightly that his knuckles are going white, "Ah, Tomura," Starts to work him open more deliberately, crooking his fingers, searching. 

Finds his prostate and Dabi sobs again. Shit, tries to ease off, 

"No, no, more, so good, please, Shig, please," Okay, fuck. Keeps going, watching Dabi fall apart, his cock drooling constantly, tears slipping across his temples. His cock is aching. Doesn't matter, shouldn't be, adds another finger, keeps pressing. Slowly loosens his grip on Dabi's hip, lets him start to fuck himself on his hand. Doesn't take long until he's frantic, moving so fast that the wet slide of it is obscene, competing with the litany of pleasured sounds still falling off his lips. Keeps going until his muscles are squeezing tight around him and he's cumming again. 

Stays hard. 

Sees Dabi grit his teeth, sees him swallow hard, turn his face so it's half hidden against the pillow. Another sob, deeper, coming from his chest in a way that makes his gut so sour, feels hollowed out when he speaks again. "...'m sorry, fuck me, please, need your cock." Voice so small and shaken. Doesn't know what else he can do, doesn't know how long Dabi can stay like this. 

Reaches and wipes away a few more tears. Dabi presses into the touch, eyes squeezing shut. "Alright, baby," Doesn't know what to do with the ache in his chest when Dabi wraps his hand around his wrist to keep him there so he can shift and press a soft kiss to his palm. Only lets go of him when he eases his fingers out of his body and starts to shift to pull himself from his pants. Watches him again with those dark eyes. His cock is aching as he shifts, made all the worse when Dabi moans softly as he sees him, teeth sinking into his lip as he tangles his hands back into his shirt and tries to pull him closer, urging him to go faster. 

Wraps a hand around Dabi's thigh, the other leg hooking around his hip and pulling him closer, until his head is dragging over his hole. Dabi gasps, his whole body trembling, trying to rock against him. Fuck, the friction feels so good. Takes one more breath to steady himself before he starts to press into the tight, wet, heat of the other man's body. Can't help the groan that pulls from his chest as he sinks inside. Swallows him up greedily, Dabi moaning so loudly that his voice cracks, panting harshly when he bottoms out. Means to give him a second to adjust but Dabi doesn't care to wait, immediately starts to roll his hips, making short needy little sounds as he does so, his cock leaking all over his stomach and muscles tightening rhythmically around him. 

Never going to have him again, will be lucky if the other man doesn't light him on fire when this passes. Wants to make it good, wants to help him, wants him. Just once. Lets himself focus on that as he starts to fuck him. Moves a little slower than the frantic twitches of Dabi's hips, makes sure that he's going deep, hitting his prostate. It's an indulgence that he shouldn't allow himself, but he does, lets himself press kisses and little nips along Dabi's jaw and throat as he wraps one hand around his cock and strokes him in time with his thrusts. Has the arsonist moaning even louder, reaching up as best he can to tangle a hand in his hair, starts to pull his mouth away from his skin only to find Dabi dragging him back into a messy kiss. Kisses him back, kisses him with every broken aching hope that he had for this that has been absolutely destroyed. Has the man sobbing against his mouth, kissing him back hard. 

Keeps moving, pleasure building under his skin, surprised that Dabi hasn't cum again. Dripping all over his hand, can feel it leaking out of him with every thrust, fuck, what if this wasn't what he needed to break it? "Dabi,"

"Shig," immediately rocks back against him harder. 

"What do you need sweetheart?" Do anything to stop this for him. To make him better. 

Dabi whimpers, face flushing even darker before he tries to hide against his shoulder, fingers tightening in his shirt. "...More?"

Fucks him harder, moves his hand faster, gets another loud moan pressed against his throat. "That it, baby?" Not expecting the whine he gets at the words too. 

"More," he pleads. Hasn't changed the pace. Takes him a second, 

"Want me to talk to you, Dabi?" Makes the heat in his veins go even sharper when Dabi whimpers, nodding weakly against his neck. "Doing so good for me, baby," he tries, nearly choking on his arousal. Feels how he goes tighter, hears the little moan against his skin again, his hips moving a little more desperately. "That's it, fuck, feel so good, sound so good." Every word a confession he shouldn't be allowed, "Didn't know you could make those sounds, gorgeous." Sounds that are starting to change, short fast little gasps that come each time he sinks into his body. So hot and tight around him that he's feeling his orgasm starting to creep up on him. "Getting close, darling?" 

Another little nod against him and a weak sob. 

"Shh, that's good baby, just need to cum for me. One more time," hopes he's right, hopes the fact that this one has taken so much longer means it's the last, "So pretty when you cum, let me see you one more time, please, baby?" 

"Duster," didn't even know Dabi's voice could go so high and thin. 

Goes even tighter around his cock and he's gasping a moan himself, tangles a hand in Dabi's hair and pulls gently, coaxing him back enough he can look at him again. Almost delirious with his pleasure, whimpers when their eyes meet, blush darkening further. "Beautiful," perfect. 

"Tomura," presses in again, meets him. Kisses him hard as Dabi's body goes rigid one more time, goes so tight around his cock, doesn't even feel him cumming in his hand, can't stop himself from giving two more shallow thrusts before he's sinking as deep as he can and following Dabi over the edge. And then they're not so much as kissing as they are just sharing breaths as they both try to greedily fill their lungs with air. Takes another second before Dabi gives a low, relieved gasp, and Tomura feels him starting to soften. Is only relieved himself a second before everything that just happened starts to settle in him. Broke the quirk. Dabi's not going to die. Doesn't make up for everything else. 

Shifts as gently as he can. The damage is already done but he's still careful as he lets go of him and pulls out. Dabi's eyes are closed, still panting, completely limp against the cot, fuck, okay. Needs to at the very least get him something to drink before he tells him to fuck off or tries to kill him. Starts to move away. Dabi makes a sharp sound, eyes opening, pupils shrunk back to normal, lets him see all of that pretty blue again, and reaches for him, holding onto his shirt. 

"Wait--" Can't help it, his eyes automatically flick back to his cock, but he's not hard again. Meets his eyes again and Dabi is flushing, doesn't stay looking at him for long, "Cuffs." 

Oh. Right. Shit. Didn't grab a key on his way in, doesn't know what the code is. "Right, sorry, hold still." His gloves are filthy and he takes them off as he shifts away from the arsonist, enough that he can sit up. Once they're off Dabi lets him take hold of his wrists, pressing five fingers to the cuffs. They gray and crack, dust falling away from his skin after another second. He pulls his hands away immediately, moving to stand. 

"Just hang on a second, please--" sounds like himself again, but Tomura is confused why he'd reach to catch his sleeve tightly. Hesitates. Dabi still can't meet his eyes. "I'm sorry, but fuck, you could at least stick around long enough for me to thank you for saving my life." 

The sickness in his stomach grows. "Don't thank me for that." His voice hoarser than he'd expected. "I wasn't going to let you die, Dabi." 

Dabi lets go of his sleeve, "Right. Sorry." Takes a shaky breath and starts to look for his clothes. "Just give me a second and I'll be out of your hair." 

"No," Shit, definitely lost the right to give him any kind of order after all of that, tries to backtrack, "I'll go, but you need to drink something, and if you can stand being here, wait for the doctor to come back. I don't know if the quirk will have any side effects." Feels like he's trying not to startle an injured animal. "I'll stay as far away as you want, never have to see me again, but at least wait for the doctor to check you over." 

Sees Dabi's jaw clench, a tremor run through him, gives a short tight nod. "Right, okay." Voice tight too. "I'm sorry."

Didn't even know his chest could ache so sharply. "You don't have anything to apologize for, Dabi. This wasn't your fault--"

Not expecting the bark of laughter, short and bitter, Dabi finally shifting to meet his eyes. "That's sweet, Shig, but I literally dragged you into bed. Should've let you leave, shouldn't have touched you." 

Realizes that he's staring at the other man when Dabi starts to move again, going back to looking for his scattered clothes. "How aware were you?" 

Sees his jaw tense again. "...Knew what I was doing, knew I shouldn't. Couldn't stop myself anyway." 

"Because you knew what would happen if you didn't?"

Sees his shoulders hunch in on himself. "Not an excuse. Shouldn't have made you--"

"Dabi," 

"My fault. Got hit, made you stay, saw how hard you were trying not to touch me, made you anyway--" 

"I didn't want to hurt you," barely recognizes his own voice. Doesn't know if it's ever sounded so thin. "Dabi, I didn't want to take advantage of you." Sees the other man tense further. "...I didn't know how aware you were of what was happening. I wouldn't have let you die and I was trying to hold back, to just do what I thought would help break the effect. What I was doing was bad enough, I didn't want to go any further than I had to to help you." Finally gets blue eyes back on him. Shouldn't admit, "Would have been happy to touch you in any other circumstance." 

Really expects to be set on fire for that. But Dabi keeps staring at him. Feels like an eternity passes between them. "...Wouldn't have let anyone else. Would have asked for you if someone else tried to help." 

"You're sure?" Seems like he's all back together again, but he kind of doesn't dare let the hope start to knit back together that aching thing in his chest. 

Dabi flushes, "Yeah, Duster." 

"Okay," too small a word for everything now tangled between them. "Do you want me to leave?" 

"...You don't have to." 

"Not what I asked, Dabi." 

"...no."

"Okay." 

Another long stretch before Dabi mumbles, "... can come back over here if you want." Tempted to ask if he's sure again, only doesn't because Dabi seems to be anticipating the question, "I feel fine now, Shig. Know what I'm saying. Would absolutely tell you to leave or torch you if I didn't want you here. Not gonna die if you leave if you'd rather do that." 

"I don't want to go anywhere, Dabi." Moves back over to the cot and settles on the edge carefully, still searching the arsonist for any sign of discomfort. A light pink blush is dusting his cheeks, gets darker when their eyes meet before Dabi's quickly looking away again. "We would have all been hit if you hadn't stepped in." Could have dropped all of them. Might have been killed, might have burned to death, or been arrested before they even woke up and found out about the rest of it. Dabi saved them. 

He shrugs, sees him chewing on where a staple pierces into his cheek. "Wasn't going to be useless again."

"What are you talking about?" Has been one of their best. Well, if he's going to play favorites, Dabi is the best at his job. Smart, motivated, barely needs any oversight to be effective. There's a reason he lets the other man wander off whenever he chooses, always knows he'll come back when he's called and is more likely to bring something good with him when he does. 

Still not meeting his eyes. "Didn't do a damn thing in Kamino, wasn't even around when you all went to see Overhaul." His voice going tighter, "Could've stopped the bastard before he even lifted a hand--" Takes a breath, sees him exhale a little stream of smoke. "Not going to stand there and let you all get hurt again." 

"Can I kiss you?"

Dabi stiffens, head snapping up to look at him. "What?"

"I want to kiss you, can I?" 

"...yeah," 

Doesn't hesitate, curls a hand around the back of his neck, careful to keep one finger from his skin, and pulls him in. Meant for it to be gentle, starts that way, just a soft press of lips. But then Dabi shifts, moves closer, opens his mouth with a soft sigh as he reaches back. Can wrap his arms around his neck this time without the cuffs on. Keeps him close and Tomura wants to kiss him without guilt souring it. Tastes fresh smoke on Dabi's tongue as he licks into his mouth, feels his whole body go hotter against his as he does, as the other man gives as good as he gets until they're both a little breathless. Dabi who pulls away, blushing hotly, with a mumbled, 

"Fuck, gotta stop," Immediately shifts to let go of him, sees the other man shifting a little, "...Might be finding some of those side effects." Can't help it, his gaze slips lower, sees his cock starting to harden again. 

"Really?"

"Shut up." Bright red across the section of his cheeks that aren't scarred. "Still feel fine, quirk's not out of control just... sensitive I guess." Squirms again and his mouth goes dry, 

"Still getting wet?" 

"Shut up, Duster!" Feels his temperature spike with his embarrassment. "I'm fine, doesn't feel like before. Don't have to--" 

"Want to. Told you, happy to go to bed with you, Dabi. Just need to know you want it too." 

Takes a breath, meets his eyes again. "Want you to fuck me again. Wanted you before this quirk fucked it up." Wraps his hands around Dabi's hips and pulls him into his lap again, 

"Say it again, baby." Breathes it against Dabi's lips as he gently rocks his thigh up between his legs. 

Earns him a sweet, soft moan. "Want you to fuck me, Tomura." Is tangling his fingers in his hair, trying to pull him even closer as he speaks, kisses him as soon as the words are out of his mouth. 

"Give you anything you want, Dabi," barely enough breath for the words when they part. Wants to burn away the sourness of the first time.

"Want you," eyes focused and sharp the way he's come to expect from the other man, shifting closer, reaching for the hem of his shirt as he moves to press a kiss to the edge of his jaw. Lets himself believe the words this time. Lets himself pull Dabi closer. 

Lets them both take what they want from each other. 

Thank you so much for your submission!

[accidentcache]

:: nsfw / suggestive

📌— requested

🎶 song fic / blurb

📲 smau

➜ KATSUKI BAKUGOU

➜ IZUKU MIDORIYA

➜ SHOUTO TODOROKI

➜ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

➜ DENKI KAMINARI

➜ SHINSOU HITOSHI

➜ TOMURA SHIGARAKI

➜ KEIGO TAKAMI / HAWKS

➜ SHOUTA AIZAWA

➜ TOUYA TODOROKI / DABI

➜ TODOROKI SIBLING GROUPCHATS

➜ LEAGUE GROUPCHATS

“pregnancy scare” 📲

“did you hear that?” 📲

black widow 📲 part two 📲 📌

i love you! [ mixed ] 📲📌

try again! 📲

not what you think it is [ mixed ] 📲

poly gc's: erasermic edition 📲

poly gc's: dabihawks edition 📲

poly gc's: shigadabi edition

"u up?" [ mixed ] 📲

mha characters as texts between me and my sister

the gamer bf agenda 📲

poly dabihawks > drunk > domestic > rehab visits > sick > don't steal my bit! > cuddling > post war: morning cig > ice skating date > ikea furniture

a piece of me, on you ::

it's positive! 📲

new ink! 📲

bleach pit [ band au ]

poly shigadabi > thigh riding ::

SERIES

no rest for the wicked tomura s.

hinge binge touya t. [ completed ]

[moodyvoid]

i imagine interactions in the shigadabi x florist y/n universe to kind of go like this:

Shigaraki: so when shigaraki had a very bad mission he visits your shop to ramble. Since you’re used to his visits already you just drag him to a chair behind the counter (one you’ve already prepared) and tell him to sit down and cover his head with his hood. He then just begins to ramble about his hate for heroes, how they fucked up his perfect mission, how the mission was supposed to go, what each lov member did wrong and then just a bit more about his hate for heroes but this time aimed specifically at the heroes that stopped his mission. You‘ll just sit there and listen to him, occasionally preparing bouquets that people order. He‘ll ramble for hours until he feels better. When he heads out you’ll gift him a flower. He tells you he doesn’t need cute shit like that but secretly keeps the flower even going as far as asking Kurogiri for a vase.

Dabi: Well dabi is just a fucking menace. He‘ll visit your shop in his full on villain gear just to scare away customers and if he sees somebody flirting with you… oh… let’s just say you won’t see them ever again. He still keeps up his habit of sending bouquets to shigaraki to mess with him but will also sometimes buy flowers for his mother that he makes you send to her hospital. You also quickly figure out that, even though he does his best to hide it, he likes the flower crowns he sees in your shop window. So everytime he visits you make him a unique flower crown. He of course doesn’t wear them because he’s like that ‚big, strong villain‘ but he’ll keep them in his room or put them on his grave which is honestly one of the biggest fucking compliments you can get.

Yes. I love all of this. 🙏

[blackberreh-art]

I think about this beach episode of Genderswap AU shigadabi a lot;;;; I love doing random little lore bits

some day i'll make it more pretty 😩

(im sorry if you cant read my handwriting LMAO)

[lovedabishiga]

HAPPY TOUTEN DAY

Set in an AU where everything is alive and okay and shigadabi still meet and fall in love, Touya and Tenko just announced that they're married (even if there's no wedding and they're only supposed to go for a date today, but details, details)

Extra sketches in the 'Read More' link (one sketch has implied natshig tho)

Why was the sister not notified?

Shouto looks up to his big brother a bit too much...

Alternate scene of the proposal. Tenko's used to getting 'fake-proposed' by Touya a lot that he never expected that Touya would actually do it.

Your first love will always leave a big impression on you (Tenko is Natsuo's first love)

[sensitivepluto]

Rituals

Femme! MetalHead! ShigaDabi x Femme! Reader // suggestive

[Warnings] - suggestive content! 18+ only PLEASE - breast play, makeout sesh, biting, use of pet names

When it comes to concert prep, the steps involved always ensure a successful show. Everyone had their rituals. You sat backstage, pacing up and down the floor. It wasn’t like you were all that nervous, but getting on stage always made your heart pump with anticipation and made you shake with adrenaline. What a rush it was to be the lead vocalist of your band. 

“Hey, t-minus 10 til showtime” Your director passed by. After the band gained serious traction he was a necessary component to every show. It wasn’t your idea initially, but your bassist and guitarist shared a common worry for your mental state when you were balancing schedules, dates, set-lists, as well as regular practice and writing for new material. 

You breathed a sigh and shook yourself out, just as you normally did. Every band member of yours had their steps to get ready for showtime. While you paced around and ran over the set-list in your head, Touya - your bassist - took her time with a smoke followed by a shot of something dark. Your guitarist, Tomura, always said she didn’t have rituals. She always claimed they were unnecessary. 

That was blatant bullshit from her and you knew it. Because every show, right about now, she would saunter up to you with Touya in tow. 

“You ready, darling.” The guitarist purred out. You turned on your heels to meet them, meeting her ruby eyes with your own. Touya leaned against her, cigarette in hand. She’d get in trouble if the venue coordinator saw her, but she wasn’t really one to show much regard for rules like that. She stood firm as an “ask forgiveness, not permission” kind of person. 

“Is everyone almost ready?” You asked, walking to meet them. Your drummer was probably off smoking a blunt with the other members of your band. A little puff and pass was their signature before a show, and who were you to deny them that. Tomura shrugged, also knocking Touya off of her so she could gently squeeze your cheeks into a pout. 

“Almost, hun. But we still have time. Do you wanna…” the pale haired woman trailed off, sneaking a glance back to Touya who’d thrown her cigarette on the ground to stomp it out. You shook yourself out of her grasp. A smile played on your lips as you looked between the two of them. You knew exactly what she wanted. 

“Your ritual,” you teased. Tomura clicked her tongue, the look in her eyes screaming don’t test me. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as you pulled her in by her hips. “Come on, don't be like that. You want it, no?” You pressed on. She sighed and twirled your hair through her fingers briefly. 

“You’re lucky you're cute.” She hummed. Slowly, she leaned down, eye-to-eye with your breasts clad in the vest you’d chosen for the show. Her eyes glanced up at yours briefly before she sank her teeth into your tender flesh. You grunted softly at the contact, but let her bite down until a deep mark engraved itself into your breast. This would now be on show for everyone watching your performance tonight. Right along with the kiss mark Touya had left on you much earlier. 

Speaking of Touya, she sat back, watching Tomura with half lidded eyes while you were bit. It would be a lie to say she didn’t enjoy watching, but she certainly craved a little bit of action from you. Knowing this, you caught her lazy, tempting eyes with your own. You beckoned her to come closer. She obliged, happily. 

“Feeling a little lonely, Touya.” you hummed, running your hands over her shoulders; feeling the embellishments on her jacket. She chuckled lowly. 

“Never lonely with you and this one around.” She hummed, gently kicking the side of Tomura’s foot with her own. You smiled and leaned to give the bassist a kiss on the cheek. Then a peck on the lips, and then her jaw, and then her neck. You’d keep going if a voice didn’t interrupt. 

“T-minus 5!” you heard your director shout, eliciting a groan from you. 

“Better make it quick, doll.” Touya warned. Succumbing to this truth, you leaned down to meet her ample breasts. Under the studded jacket all she wore was a ripped black bralette. It took all of your control to disregard the warning and rip it off of her. Slowly you cupped her breasts in your hand and buried your face between them. You breathed in her smokiness and the lustful perfume she’d doused herself in before quickly shaking your face between them. 

If it wasn’t for the ebony haired woman carefully taking your hair into her fist and tugging you up, you’d probably stay in her warmth forever. She pulled you to meet her eye-to-eye and pulled you into a kiss. Just as she smelled, her lips were smokey and lustful. When you pulled away, you panted slightly for air. 

“It’s time, you vixens.” Tomura called, now pulling you away from Touya. The bassist let your hair go, rolling her eyes at Tomura before walking to the guitar stands to grab her bass. You couldn’t help but giggle at her while your attention was once again turned to Tomura. 

“One more good luck kiss?” You asked, feigning innocence. She clicked her tongue, but followed that with pressing her lips into yours, just one last time. Her tongue glided over your lips with a softness you were once surprised that she had. You opened up to her and allowed your tongues to dance briefly before a throat clearing pulled you away. 

“Should we just cancel the show at this point?” Touya teased, undoubtedly enjoying the two of you in front of her. You laughed as Tomura sighed, finally releasing you and walking to retrieve her own instrument. Touya said that almost every time. At least every time since you’d started your pre-show makeout session. It was a good luck charm for the three of you. And Tomura would deny it for the rest of her life that it made her feel grounded for the performance ahead. Because it’s totally not a ritual.

Masterlist

@rueclfer - happy reading 1/2

[cannibal-thing]

Shigaraki and Dabi just about to have sex. Only Dabi then realizing Someone(AFO) has been molesting Shigaraki for Years. The panic in Shigaraki’s eyes when he whines or mumbles that it hurts, because he’s not supposed to, AFO taught him to shut up and take it or else he’ll just hurt shigaraki even more. It just because his cunts been abused for fucking years, that’s why it hurts when he’s touched. It just seems Dabi can’t stop finding more morbid things about Shigaraki’s life, every turn it’s something worse and worse.

They never continued the act, unless it was something more simple��� like Shigaraki getting off on Dabis thigh, Dabi simply stroking Shigaraki’s T-dick, finger fucking him softly. pampering him with kisses. Trying to make himself forget what he had learned. And make Shigaraki forget it as well, not daring to even tell Shigaraki he knew and that wasn’t normal… at least it’s not happening anymore with AFO in the hospital (I don’t exactly remember where or what actually happened to make AFO have to leave) and he couldn’t bring himself to say it to Shigaraki, as the guys obsessed over his Sensei! He would probably think Dabis lying either way.

no wonder Garaki wants to check up on Shigaraki so much, probably to make sure he’s fucking ok or not pregnant. Definitely, probably, had a few abortions at a young age because AFO made him and Garaki was well, fucking disgusted but also a little happy AFO did bring Shigaraki to him.

[shiggys-wife]

"I'm cold"

Shigadabi

Rating: Everyone

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Shigaraki is sick, and the only person he doesn't send away is Dabi

*art credit to owner*

Dabi rushed inside the dimly lit bar to escape the rain. He shook off the droplets from his hair and hung his coat by the door. Kurogiri and Twice were the only ones in the bar, and he assumed everyone else was still out. Dabi silently headed towards one of the sofas to sit down, but he looked up as Toga stomped into the room, clearly agitated.

"I'm never trying to help him again! Someone else can do it!" She exclaimed as she slammed a bowl down on the bar. Twice comforted her by patting her on the back, and she went on to sit on the stool next to him, arms crossed.

"He is stubborn on a good day, Toga," Kurogiri said.

"I was just trying to make him feel better! He didn't have to threaten me!"

"He is sick. He just took his frustration out on you. He wanted to make a move on All Might as soon as possible, but we can't do it without him. He knows that." Kurogiri explained. Dabi was listening closely now, Shigaraki was sick?

"Well, he can starve for all I care. I'm not going back in there." Toga said matter-of-factly.

"Boss is sick?" Dabi asked, speaking for the first time since he came in. Toga looked over at him, not even realizing he was there the whole time.

"Dabi! You're back!" She cheered with a wide smile, Dabi only returned from finding recruits maybe once a week, Dabi gave her a single nod before asking again.

"Shigaraki is sick? Is it serious?"

"No, it's just a cold. He has been complaining and acting like a spoiled child all day." Kurogiri said. He lifted the bowl Toga had brought out with a sigh, "We tried to get him to eat something, but he has refused everyone's attempts. You're more than welcome to try, though his soup is cold now."

Dabi made his way to the bar. He took the bowl and warmed it in his hands until steam rose from the soup inside. "I'll try," was all he said before making his way towards the leaders' room.

Dabi knocked once before entering the dark room. The TV displaying the menu of a video game was the only light in the messy room. Dabi could see just a bit of light hair sticking out from underneath the blanket bunched on the bed.

"I told you I would disintegrate the next person who bothered me," his voice sounded hoarse and rough from underneath the blankets.

"I think I would put up a hell of a fight if you tried," Dabi said as he approached the bed, Shigaraki uncovered his head and squinted at Dabi in the dark.

"Dabi, you're back."

"Yeah, just in time, so it seems. Someone has to get you to eat." Dabi said teasing slightly. The leader rolled his eyes and rolled back over in his bed.

"I don't want to eat. You can take it with you or leave it on the table on your way out."

"Tomura," Shigaraki let out an annoyed huff at the name and continued to get comfortable in his bed.

"Tenko,"

That name froze him. He hated to even hear the name, the terrible memories that followed it. But it was somehow different when Dabi used it. He told the other about his past, and he trusted him enough to share. They had shared many stories late at night hidden away from the rest of the team in Shigaraki's room.

"I'm not hungry,"

Dabi sighed and set the bowl down before sitting on the bed. He put a hand on the other's forehead. He was burning up with a fever. Most would have been afraid to suddenly touch the young villain so casually. Not Dabi. He could never be afraid of Tomura. The sick boy leaned into his warm touch and nuzzled his face in his scared hand.

"You've got a fever, tell me what you need, if you're not hungry," Dabi asked,

"I'm cold," was all he said before meeting Dabi's strong gaze. Dabi knew what he was asking for without needing to be told.

He kicked off his shoes before raising the blanket and crawling in behind Shigaraki. The air caused him to shiver, Dabi quickly covered them both and wrapped his arms around him. Tomura turned in his arms to face him and buried his face in his chest.

"Did you find anyone this time?"

"No one worth bringing here," Dabi said, Shigaraki nodded. He nuzzled closer to the warmth radiating from Dabi.

"Better?" Dabi asked after a bit of silence, Shigaraki hummed and nodded. When Dabi was away, he missed moments like this, not that he would ever admit it to anyone. Aside from Master and maybe Kurogiri, Dabi was probably the only person he cared about. He never thought he would have someone like that.

"Are you leaving again?" Tomura asked, Dabi was quiet for a moment. He had planned to rest up and leave tomorrow night.

"Tomorrow,"

"Can you not leave so soon?" He asked quietly, almost too quiet to hear. Tomura rarely asked things like that. He held it all in even if he thought it. But he was sick, he wanted Dabi with him.

"I can stay."

Tomura hummed in contentment as he drifted off to sleep. Dabi looked down at him sleeping. He ran his fingers through his hair. He never thought he would feel love, not real love anyway. He never had it as a child, and he was filled with so much hatred that he didn't think it was possible for him to love someone. But that's what this was, wasn't it? Love?

Tomura moved closer to him in his sleep, face pressed into his chest as he made little noises in his slumber. Dabi kissed his forehead and smiled.

Yeah, this was love.

[palesweetscherryblossom]

I can imagine that the first thing Naga Dabi and Mothmura do it take their clothes off the reader and replace them, so they don't smell like the lab or cruel outside but like warmth and love. Tomura made sure they only got the best of the best as he cooed and ensured you were fully safe and warm. He definitely would smoother you with love first since he can now hug something that is warm and fluffy instead of cold rocks. And Dabi would follow suit, though Mothmura is still very protective of his little pup. The doctor and AFO are not allowed to come close or even touch them.

And Dabi would be rather calm regarding the affection and playful, but still showering you in it after Tomura cleaned the hell out of you. He would hold you in his noodle rolls and make sure you are snuggled up and protected while his mate rebuilds their nest to accommodate a little one.

Reader was 100% scared when they first dragged them into the nest, but as soon as they realized it was warm and comfortable, they stayed willingly.

Another way of Tomura getting rid of the stinky lab smell was him wrapping you in his wings and pushing your face in his neck fluff. He hates lab smell so of course he doesn’t want his grub smelling like it!

Dabi had his own methods of scenting you, mostly using his noodle rolls and the stuff he uses to clean himself Hope you like the smell of lemongrass, dustbunnies and silk because that’s what you’ll be smelling like till you exit out of the child stage

Yeah, it’d be easier doing a marathon in an active volcano than trying to get close to Shigadabi when they adopt you. Dabi is a bit more merciful, opting for strangulation and a few venom laced nibbles whereas Tomura is foaming at the mouth, teeth bared Scientists’ limbs come out looking like chewed dog toys when they make the mistake of trying to coax you out for testing and Shigaraki is feeling extra cranky that day. AFO basically tells everyone to suck it up because Tomura is the favorite and he may or may not find it morbidly funny Poor Reader was scared out of their wits when placed in their enclosure. It’s only till after a few hours of snuggling, feedings and playing till you adjust

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Honestly, that's a pretty solid HC, but the video games theory killed me FJSJSKDNSLFK

Now I'm curious, though. Duster clearly loves to boss Dabi around, and we love that for him, but would Duster be willing to sub for Davi in the right situation? Again, just curious and you can ignore this if you want! I love your Shigaraki and his powerful vibe gives me live ♡

kahdfkjba to be fair he probably ALSO played some video games when researching subcultures he couldn't find real people to try with.

I think if Dabi and Shig ever tried to switch it would be embarrassing, uncomfortable, and devolve very, very quickly. Like I can only imagine this going down after they have a particularly intense humiliation-focused scene with Dabi subbing as usual but afterwards he's still embarrassed and bitchy and challenges Duster's control. And being a Shit Starter himself, Shigaraki goes 'okay, sure, you can try to dom me' as another power play. And Not Being Able To Back Down, Dabi is like 'okay bring it on' surely he can handle this. He's a switch, he's topped other people before. This will be fine.

(Spoiler, it was not fine)

Cue Dabi struggling to figure out what Duster likes other than having complete control over his partner's pleasure, being desperate for reassurance that he's doing well that he's not getting because Duster's dirty talk is usually equal parts praise and degradation and he's not loud and Shigaraki is trying to be nice and not undermine his attempt for control by keeping his mouth shut. Meanwhile, Shigaraki really doesn't like to give up control, with a quirk like his that he has to be careful with 24/7, trying to let someone else have power over him and let go literally does the opposite, making him more and more uncomfortable and nervous-- and not in the fun way. Until, eventually, they both break down and have to safe word out before Dabi spirals into the feelings of worthlessness and inferiority that he struggles with and Shigaraki is trying to stave off a panic attack for the first time in years.

They very, very quickly learn that switching is just not going to work for them and they are more than okay with that and willing to write this off and never speak of it again.

Thanks for the ask and giving me another opportunity to show that I have spent way too much time thinking about how/why these characters are the way they are in bed in my fics!

[shig4dabi]

Comedic to imagine Shigadabi kiss, but Dabi accidentally burns Shigaraki's mouth a tiny bit, like when you run your hand under water that's just a little too hot, but Shigaraki still gets 'mad' at him, so Dabi kisses his hands more instead to make up for it

[accidentcache]

teensy little shigadabi drabble <3 enjoyyy suggestive/nsfw / minors dni

"just come here," tomura's hands meet your hips, effectively stopping you from moving any further away. before you can fight it, he has you straddled atop his thigh while he's seated at his desk-- league running on idle in front of him.

you're not happy. you only asked him to take the trash out-- his designated chore for the week-- and he's pitching this little fit instead of actually doing it. by fit, he's got you trapped on his thigh, hands tight on your hips and waist and those stupid puppy dog eyes that he knows works on you.

"just sit," he mumbles, his fingers dipping into the waistband on your shorts to trace the bare skin underneath. a free hand moves to his keyboard and his eyes dare to leave yours so he can stare at the gameplay in front of him. when you shift to move off of him, his grip gets tighter.

"tomura," your voice is a low warning. you're irritated, he knows it. his thigh tenses underneath youand your eyes dart down to the muscle between your legs with a slight look of incredulousness. "seriously?"

tomura pulls a face. "humor me, babe," he mirrors your tone in mocking and moves you along the flexed muscle ever so slightly.

oh.

the movement sends a ripple of heat throughout your body. from the looks of it, tomura is aware of it too. the corner of his mouth lifts ever so slightly with a smug little smirk and you fight the urge to smack him.

"loosen up," tomura murmurs in your ear. his fingers dig into the side of your hip as he continues to move you in the slowest, languid pace on top of him. "i'll take the trash out after."

your hands meet his shoulders and you fight the urge to clamp your thighs around him. a sharp exhale leaves your mouth when he presses up against you. "promise?"

the smirk widens. tomura continues to click into his game, his eyes flicking between your conflicted expression and the ranked match in front of him. he leans back into his gaming chair and his fingers tap against the skin of your waist and you can't help how your eyes roll in response.

he continues to keep you at this pace. slow and lazy, letting the heat build in your lower stomach as your hips rock on top of his leg. his hand moves from your hip to your thigh every so often, but he's in clear control of the pace.

at some point, your hips jerk and rut, feeling uncomfortable with the slow build and tomura clicks his tongue at you. "this is a ranked match, babe."

"fuck off," you quip in response. tomura lets out chuckle and his grip loosens, effectively letting you set the pace you want. his hand settles on your waist, his thumb runs idle shapes into your skin as you rock yourself against his thigh with more deliberate motions.

his smirk morphs into a feral grin the longer he watches you lose yourself. was he actually going to take the trash out after you've finished? not orignally, but you look so pretty with a flushed pout on your lips and your eyebrows furrowing the more you work yourself on getting off just using his thigh.

your brain is so fuzzy and foggy you barely acknowlege the door opening and footsteps approaching from the side. all you feel is a hand snaking into your hair and tugging your head upwards, forcing your gaze to meet a certain blue eyed individual.

dabi is clearly amused. the corner of his mouth is curled with a smirk, his fingers tighten their grip in your hair as your hips continue to rock against tomura's thigh. "enjoying yourself, sweetheart?"

your movements stutter, almost embarrassed in a way. tomura's hand immediately moves to keep your pace steady and dabi chuckles, lowering his head down to yours. his lips ghost over yours, teasing with a kiss that your parted lips desperately want.

"don't stop on my account," dabi's eyebrow lifts a bit in a taunt. tomura continues to play his game, but he's also amused in a way as well. "show me you can get off using the loser's thigh, yeah?"

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[dabideserveslove]

Oooo or for the period sex kinktober prompt I'm doing w ShigaDabi I could have Shigaraki just come over and flop onto Dabi bc he couldn't get his testosterone and is having period cramps from hell. Which they're not together yet but Tomura knows Dabi allows Toga to use him as a heating pad when she's on her period (tho w much less contact but y'know Dabi was taking up the whole fucking couch and Tomura is in too much pain to give a fuck or explain so he just.... Lays on top of Dabi).

And Dabi drops his phone and is like '??? The fuck???'

Like he can't lie he's kind of been checking out Tomura for a while but never planned on pursuing him so having him just casually curl up on top of him is making his brain short circuit a bit w The Gay™️

Tomura is just like 'move and I will kill you' (which makes Dabi gay panic more bc he is uh, fucked up lmao).

After managing to somewhat recover, Dabi manages to prod a bit and find out what Tomura's problem is.

And then there's some undecided amount of sexual tension before Dabi offers to further assist w the cramps and proceeds to malfunction a bit again when Tomura actually takes him up on it bc he honestly did not think he'd get that far.