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leahrintarou · 4 months ago

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✩₊˚.⋆ LOST & FOUND - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: y/n is lowkey on her death bed but has plot armor, dabi being his usual "uncaring" self, she/her pronouns, not anatomy specified, tinyyy bit of angst, "fluff", and yeah! lolzies

Word Count: 4.7k

Author's Note: hey guys! this was written a little bit before kinktober started but i decided to finish it up and post it now lol.

y/n's world had changed the moment she was captured. once a member of the league of villains, she now found herself imprisoned by the corrupted heroes who tortured her daily, trying to extract information on her allies. she endured three long, agonizing months of pain and suffering, but she refused to speak a word.

dabi had been relentless in his pursuit, growing more furious by the day. the league had tried multiple times to infiltrate the heroes' hideout, but each attempt had been thwarted. the heroes were prepared, and they were merciless. but dabi's patience wore thin. the constant failure stirred an unfamiliar feeling in him—a festering worry he struggled to ignore. he convinced himself it was nothing more than the desire to reclaim his teammate. nothing more, he told himself.

but then one day, the league found the location of y/n’s prison. the moment they had it, dabi stormed in without a second thought. blue flames burst forth from his fingertips, devouring anything in their path as he moved through the halls of the hideout, leaving nothing but charred destruction in his wake.

finally, he found her, barely conscious and bound in a small, cold cell. her eyes fluttered weakly open when she sensed his presence.

“still alive, huh?” dabi’s voice was rough, his words cutting. “can’t believe it. you look like death warmed over.”

y/n blinked up at him, too weak to retort. but he noticed the spark in her gaze hadn’t quite faded. he knelt down beside her, his expression hard, hiding the turbulence roiling in his chest. he used one hand to break her chains, though his grip was almost harsh.

“pathetic. you let them do this to you?” his voice was sharp, but the look in his eyes was almost soft.

“they…tried…” she mumbled, her lips dry and cracked, “but i didn’t…tell them anything.”

dabi huffed. “yeah, no kidding. would’ve burned this place down even if you had.”

as he scooped her into his arms, his touch was surprisingly gentle. she shivered, the warmth from his skin a comfort she hadn’t felt in months. his words stayed rough, his tone cold, but the way he held her told a different story.

“don’t get used to this,” he muttered, eyes trained forward as they escaped the hideout. “i didn’t come here to save you. just didn’t want to deal with all the whining if i let you die.”

y/n gasped as dabi carried her, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the coldness of her own skin. she tried to focus on his face, but the world around her faded in and out, blurring into an indistinguishable haze. every jolt of movement sent a sharp pain coursing through her, a reminder of the abuse she had endured. she winced, feeling her strength waning.

“put me down,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but he kept moving, determined.

“shut up,” he replied curtly, his grip tightening slightly, as if he feared losing her.

another wave of pain shot through her, more intense than the last. her breath caught, and suddenly, she felt herself slipping. “touya…” she managed to say, her voice trembling. “i think i’m dying here.”

without warning, he stopped, the harshness in his demeanor cracking just for a moment. he lowered her gently to the ground, his eyes scanning her body with fierce intensity. she could see the worry flickering behind his cool facade, the flames that danced in his gaze reflecting a sense of urgency.

“where?” he demanded, a harsh edge to his voice as he knelt beside her. “where does it hurt?”

“everywhere,” she admitted, but a teasing smile crossed her lips despite the pain. “call me corny, but you should’ve seen the other guys. they looked worse than me.”

dabi narrowed his eyes, irritation flashing across his face at her joking manner. “this isn’t a joke, y/n.”

“you really think I’d let a bunch of wannabe heroes take me out that easily?” she shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. “they were no match for me. clearly, they didn’t get the memo that I’m not just some damsel in distress.”

“if you’re so tough, why are you lying on the ground?” he shot back, a sneer creeping into his voice. “you look like you’ve been run over by a train.”

“ow, harsh much?” she retorted, but the teasing tone was wavering. “can’t blame a girl for trying to make light of the situation.”

“you think this is funny?” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he leaned closer. “you look like shit, and if you keep acting like this, you’ll actually die.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, but another wave of pain shot through her, making her grimace. “but honestly, I’m tired, and I’m starting to think this might be a bit much for me.”

“good,” he grunted, his expression hardening again. “maybe this will teach you not to underestimate your enemies next time.”

“you’re a real gem, you know that?” she said, rolling her eyes even as tears threatened to spill. “if I survive this, I’m definitely getting you a trophy for ‘worst rescue ever.’”

“you’re lucky I’m even here,” he said coldly, his gaze flicking over her injuries. “you should be thanking me instead of cracking jokes.”

“thank you, touya,” she said, her voice softening for a moment. “seriously.”

he huffed, looking away, but she could see the tension in his shoulders. “just don’t make me regret saving you, okay?”

“no promises,” she replied with a weak grin, but the teasing edge in her voice was fading. “you know I’m too stubborn for that.”

“you’re a damn fool, y/n,” he muttered, the frustration evident in his voice as he wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. “you think you’re invincible, but look where that’s gotten you. this isn’t a game.”

“i know that,” she said, the teasing tone gone as she felt the gravity of her situation. “but I’m not ready to die here. I still have too many things to do.”

“you better pull yourself together then,” he snapped, his voice harsh but the underlying concern evident. “because I’m not carrying a corpse out of here.”

“no need to get dramatic, touya,” she replied, trying to muster the strength for a smile. “I’m not dead yet.”

“you’re damn lucky I don’t just leave you here,” he grumbled, but the way he looked at her was a mix of annoyance and something softer. “now, let’s get moving before they come back.”

he scooped her up again, his grip firm yet careful. together, they would face whatever awaited them outside. and even in the chaos around them, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite his harsh words, there was something deeper in his concern—something that gave her strength even as her body protested.

“don’t drop me, or I swear I’ll haunt you,” she said, her voice light despite the pain.

“like I’d ever let you go,” he replied, though his tone remained sharp. “now shut up and focus. we’re getting out of this hellhole.”

as he carried her away from the ashes of their enemies, y/n held onto the resolve within her, refusing to let despair take hold. and while dabi kept his distance, his harsh demeanor hiding the concern beneath, she knew that as long as they were together, they would fight to survive.

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the familiar sights and sounds of the league’s hideout enveloped y/n like a comforting blanket, but that sense of safety was overshadowed by the pain that coursed through her body. dabi carried her through the entrance, his presence a steady anchor amid the chaos of their return.

“get the hell out of my way.” he spoke as they passed several members who rushed to meet them, concern etched on their faces. “she’s injured, and you all need to back off. she doesn’t need a dozen people hovering over her right now.”

“dabi!” twice called from the other side of the room, his expression darkening at the sight of y/n’s condition. “what happened?”

“later,” dabi snapped, brushing past him and heading down the hall toward his room. “just make sure they don’t crowd her. she’s had enough of that shit already.”

y/n barely registered the exchange as her head lolled against dabi’s shoulder. her strength was fading fast, and the pain was creeping back in, clawing at her insides. the world blurred again as he opened the door to his room, setting her down gently on his bed.

“stay put,” he said tersely, stepping back. “I’ll be right back. I need to talk to shigaraki.”

as the door clicked shut, y/n felt a wave of despair wash over her. the warmth of the room felt suffocating, and all the bravado she had tried to maintain crumbled. she pulled her knees to her chest, a shaky breath escaping her as she allowed the tears to spill over.

“damn it,” she whispered, her voice breaking. she buried her face against her knees, the memories of her time with the heroes crashing over her like a tidal wave. the pain, the torture, the isolation—it all hit her at once, leaving her gasping for air.

she clenched her fists, hating how vulnerable she felt. the sobs bubbled up, and she let them come, tears soaking into her knees as she tried to muffle the sounds. she cursed herself under her breath, her nails digging into her palms. “just keep it together.” she muttered repeatedly.

after a few agonizing moments, the door swung open again, and dabi stepped inside. his expression shifted from irritation to confusion at the sight of her in such a state.

“what the hell is up with you?” he demanded, his voice harsh. “you’re back home, and you’re crying? what’s wrong now?”

y/n quickly wiped her tears away, trying to compose herself as best she could. “oh, you know me,” she said, attempting to keep her tone light despite the tremor in her voice. “just enjoying a little spa day here.”

dabi’s brows furrowed, and he stepped closer, concern leaking through his aggression. “this isn’t a joke, y/n. you look like you’re about to pass out. get it together.”

“easy for you to say,” she shot back, her snark returning as she wiped her cheeks dry, though more tears slipped past her efforts. “some of us don’t have fire powers to keep us warm and cozy.”

“seriously, what’s the point of acting like this?” he asked, exasperation lacing his tone. “if you’re hurt, just say it instead of pretending you’re fine.”

“i’m fine,” she insisted, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her. “just a little sore, that’s all.”

“y/n, you’re not fooling anyone,” he growled, frustration bubbling under the surface. “if you’re feeling like this, you need to tell me. it’s not going to help if you just sit here and cry like a baby.”

“what do you want me to say?” she snapped, tears streaming down her cheeks again despite her efforts. “that they broke me? that they got under my skin? well, they did! and it hurt like hell! but you don’t get it, do you?”

dabi flinched at her words, but he quickly masked it with a scowl. “no, I don’t get it, because I don’t go around feeling sorry for myself. I’m not going to let you wallow in your own misery. we’ve got enough problems without you adding to them.”

“thanks for the pep talk, touya,” she shot back, a bitter smile crossing her face even as she choked on her emotions. “you really know how to lift a girl’s spirits.”

“you want to be tough, fine. but don’t think I won’t notice when you’re falling apart,” he replied, his tone sharp but lacking malice. “if you’re in pain, just admit it. we’ll figure it out together.”

“don’t count on me getting soft just because I’m hurt,” she said defiantly, though she could feel the tears still falling, an irritating reminder of her vulnerability. “I’m still me.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said dismissively, but there was an undertone of concern in his voice. “but don’t think for a second I won’t drag you back from the edge if I have to.”

y/n took a shaky breath, wiping her eyes one last time. “you really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“shut up,” he grumbled, but the hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “you’re an idiot. just remember that.”

with that, the tension in the room shifted slightly, but yn knew she still had a long way to go. she would heal, but she’d do it in her own way. with dabi at her side, even if he acted like a jerk sometimes, she felt a little less alone. together, they would figure this out, one step at a time.

the room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by y/n’s occasional sniffles as she fought to regain her composure. the tension in the air was thick, a mix of unspoken words and emotions swirling between them. dabi stood a few feet away, his expression conflicted as he watched her struggle.

“you’re really gonna keep crying, huh?” he finally broke the silence, his tone somewhere between annoyance and concern. he wasn’t used to this—seeing someone so vulnerable and broken, especially someone like y/n who had always been a source of defiance and strength.

y/n shrugged, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “what can I say? it’s a real downer to be tortured by wannabe heroes. I’m just processing.”

“yeah, well, you can process without the waterworks,” he muttered, but he took a step closer. something inside him stirred—a mix of protectiveness and frustration that he couldn’t quite shake off.

“easier said than done,” she replied, her voice shaky. “this is new territory for me.”

dabi rolled his eyes, but he found himself moving closer, drawn by an impulse he didn’t fully understand. he stood beside her, casting a long shadow over the bed. “you look like you could use something other than a pity party,” he said, his tone gruff but softer than before.

“what do you suggest? a party for one?” she replied, trying to muster a smirk. “at least I can invite you to the festivities.”

“real funny,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm, but he settled beside her on the bed. the moment their shoulders brushed, a warmth spread through him, grounding the storm of emotions swirling inside.

“what are you doing?” y/n asked, surprise evident in her voice.

“shut up and stop crying,” he ordered, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. “it’s annoying.”

“so, your solution is to sit here and be annoyed with me?” she shot back, but there was a hint of gratitude in her voice.

“just be quiet for a second,” he replied, his voice low. “you look like you need a break from all the bullshit.”

y/n paused, feeling the weight of his presence beside her. the warmth radiating from him was oddly comforting. she took a shaky breath, attempting to gather herself. “you’re surprisingly good at this, touya,” she said quietly.

“don’t get used to it,” he replied, but his expression softened slightly. without thinking, he reached over and placed a hand on her back, applying just enough pressure to ground her in the moment. it was a gesture that felt intimate, yet he kept his gaze trained away, focused on the wall.

“this is weird,” y/n murmured, feeling the heat of his hand seep through her shirt. “you actually care, huh?”

“don’t push it,” he replied, but there was no bite in his tone. “just… don’t fall apart on me, alright? I didn’t come all this way to babysit you.”

“fine, fine. I’ll try to keep my emotions in check,” she promised, though the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

“good,” he said, letting out a frustrated sigh. “because if you keep this up, I’m going to start worrying, and that’s not something I want to deal with.”

the room fell silent again, the only sound being the occasional sniffle from y/n as she struggled to regain her composure. the warmth of dabi’s hand on her back was a steady reminder that she wasn’t alone. she leaned into it slightly, finding comfort in his presence, even if it was begrudgingly given.

“you really are the worst,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter. “but I guess I’ll take what I can get.”

“just remember that when you’re back to being a smartass,” he replied, pulling his hand away as he straightened up. “I can’t have you getting soft on me, or I’ll have to do something drastic.”

“like what?” she challenged, a hint of her old fire returning. “give me a pep talk about how I should fight harder next time?”

“exactly,” he smirked, a glimmer of amusement shining through the hardened exterior he maintained. “or maybe I’ll just throw you back to those heroes and let them finish what they started.”

“now that’s just mean,” y/n said, a smile breaking through her tears. “you’re supposed to be my rescuer, not my tormentor.”

“like I said, don’t get used to it,” he shot back, though his tone held a playful edge. “but don’t think I’m letting you off easy just because you’ve had a rough patch.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, her heart lighter as they settled into an uneasy camaraderie. even with the pain still throbbing in her body, the warmth of their banter eased the ache in her soul.

“just… get some rest,” he added, standing up and moving toward the door. “I’ll be back. try not to cry more than necessary.”

“no promises, touya,” she teased, watching him with a fondness that surprised her.

as the door clicked shut behind him, y/n let out a small breath, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within her. maybe she wasn’t as alone as she thought, even in the depths of despair.

the night stretched on, silence enveloping the hideout as the rest of the league settled into their routines. hours passed since dabi had left y/n in his room, and he found himself thinking about her more than he cared to admit. when he finally returned, he opened the door quietly, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the stillness.

he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her sleeping form curled up on his bed. her face was peaceful, the pain temporarily eased by the escape of sleep. a hint of softness crept into his expression, but he quickly masked it with annoyance. he didn’t have time for this sentimental crap.

“tch,” he muttered under his breath, walking over to the bed. he slid in beside her, the warmth of the covers wrapping around him. almost instinctively, she shuffled, sensing his presence even in her sleep.

“what are you doing?” she mumbled, her voice thick with drowsiness as she blinked up at him. “this is my room, you know?”

“it’s my fucking bed, dumbass,” dabi shot back, trying to keep his voice steady despite the flicker of amusement in his eyes.

“oh shit… my bad,” she replied, realization washing over her. y/n attempted to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain shot through her body, making her gasp. she winced, her hands instinctively pressing against her side.

“the fuck are you doing, y/n?” dabi snapped, concern bleeding through his irritation as he watched her struggle.

“just… trying to get back to my room,” she replied, gritting her teeth against the pain. “I’m fine, really.”

“you’re clearly not fine,” he growled, sitting up and placing a firm hand on her shoulder, gently but insistently pushing her back down. “you need to rest. are you trying to kill yourself?”

“it’s not that bad,” she insisted, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. she could feel the pain intensifying, a reminder of the hell she’d endured.

dabi narrowed his eyes at her stubbornness. “let me see,” he demanded, shifting closer. he placed a hand on her side, applying gentle pressure. the moment he pressed down, y/n let out a wince, the pain flaring anew.

“wtf was that for, touya?!” she exclaimed, irritation flashing in her eyes as she shot him a glare, even though it was obvious she was still hurting.

“get it through your head. you’re not invincible,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with a hint of frustration. he could see the pain etched on her features, and it made something twist in his gut.

“thanks for the reminder, but I didn’t need you to be a jackass about it,” she retorted, her voice sharp despite the way her breath hitched from the lingering pain. she winced again as she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“you think this is easy for me?” dabi shot back, his tone harsher than he intended. he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “just sit still, okay? it’ll help.”

with a reluctant nod, she settled back against the pillows, but he could see the way her body was tense, how she was fighting against the pain. he felt a surge of annoyance at himself for not being able to do more. “look,” he started, his voice softer now, “I’m just trying to help. you really need to rest.”

she met his gaze, the stubborn fire still in her eyes but dimmed by fatigue. “fine,” she murmured, allowing her head to lean back against the wall as she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the discomfort.

dabi’s irritation faded as he watched her. she was strong, but even the toughest needed support. without thinking, he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. she tensed slightly at first, but then relaxed into him, seeking the warmth he offered.

“there. it’s not a big deal,” he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, but the hint of protectiveness seeped through.

“you’re such a softy, touya,” y/n teased, though her voice was weaker, softer now. “I can’t believe you’re actually cuddling with me.”

“shut up,” he replied, his tone defensive. “this is just practical. it’s warmer, and you need to stop shivering.”

“practical, huh?” she echoed, snuggling a bit closer to him. “sure, keep telling yourself that.”

dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t push her away. he found himself relishing the quiet moment, the way her breathing began to slow as she relaxed against him. it felt oddly comforting, and he couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through him.

the silence wrapped around them like a thick blanket, filled only by the soft sounds of y/n's breathing. she nestled closer into dabi’s side, the heat radiating from him providing comfort against the chill of her lingering pain. he shifted slightly, instinctively tightening his hold around her shoulders.

after a few moments, y/n broke the quiet. “did you miss me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. she turned her head slightly to gauge his reaction, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, despite the weight of the question.

dabi’s brow furrowed as he looked down at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and something softer. “you think I have time to miss anyone?” he replied, his tone gruff, but there was an underlying warmth there that didn’t go unnoticed.

“come on, it’s a simple question,” she pressed, trying to suppress a smile. “you could just say yes, you know.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, a hint of exasperation in his eyes. “fine. maybe I missed you a little,” he admitted, his voice begrudgingly honest. “not that I’d tell anyone else.”

“oh really?” she said, feigning surprise. “a little? I’d say I was gone for quite a while. you should have been lonely without me.”

“lonely? hardly,” he scoffed, though she could see the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “I had plenty of things to keep me occupied. but yeah, it was… quieter.”

y/n smiled at that, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. “I guess I was kind of fun to have around,” she teased lightly.

“you were more annoying than fun,” he shot back, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “always getting in the way. but I guess it’s better than having nothing to deal with.”

“so, you missed my annoying self then?” she prodded, enjoying this back-and-forth.

“shut up,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words. “just don’t go getting yourself captured again. I don’t want to deal with the consequences.”

as the night deepened, the soft glow from the single lamp in the corner of the room cast a warm light over y/n and dabi. she could hear the faint sounds of the league moving about outside, but in this moment, it felt like they were the only two in existence. she relaxed further into his side, feeling a strange sense of safety she hadn’t felt in months.

“you know,” she began, her voice trailing off as she considered her words, “being away from all of you… it was different. I didn’t think I’d miss it, but I did.”

“what, the chaos?” dabi replied, arching an eyebrow. “you’re telling me you missed all the arguing, the plans going wrong, and the constant danger?”

“maybe not the danger,” she admitted, a small laugh escaping her lips. “but yeah, I missed the thrill. I missed you guys.” she paused, glancing up at him. “I even missed your terrible sense of humor.”

“my humor is perfect,” he shot back, a smirk creeping onto his face. “you just don’t understand true comedy.”

“right, keep telling yourself that,” she teased, then grew serious for a moment. “but really, I just… I missed being part of something. even if it is a little chaotic.”

dabi’s expression softened slightly, and he nodded. “I get it. being alone sucks. but you’re not alone anymore. we’re all messed up in our own ways, but we look out for each other. that’s what makes this whole thing work.”

“yeah, I know,” she said softly, her heart swelling at his words. “and I’m grateful for that. I never thought I’d find a place where I truly belonged, especially here.”

“well, don’t go getting all mushy on me now,” he replied, trying to mask the warmth flooding his chest with a chuckle. “I’d hate to ruin my tough-guy reputation.”

“too late for that,” she said with a smirk. “you’ve already cuddled with me, remember? tough guy or not, you’ve got a soft spot.”

“shut up,” he muttered, but he couldn’t suppress the slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. “just don’t get too comfortable with the whole cuddling thing.”

“too late,” y/n said, a playful glint in her eyes. “I think I might just make this a regular occurrence.”

dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. instead, he leaned back against the pillows, pulling her with him. “whatever. just don’t expect me to go easy on you when you’re back to being a pain in the ass.”

they lay there in silence, the warmth between them easing the tension and exhaustion that had been building for so long. y/n shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to dabi’s neck, her lips lingering just a moment before she pulled back. she felt his muscles tense, and she looked up, half-expecting him to scold her.

"y/n," he murmured, voice firm but with an edge of something softer. she looked up at him, searching his eyes, caught off guard by the intensity there. before she could say anything, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started slow, almost hesitant, then deepened, as if he was trying to say everything he couldn't put into words.

her hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, feeling the tension drain from her body. she melted into him, their breaths mingling, the world fading until it was just the two of them. the kiss was a silent promise, a reminder of all they'd been through and the unspoken connection that tethered them together.

finally, they broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, and y/n whispered, "goodnight, touya."

"night, idiot."

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animestsstuff2 · 7 months ago

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A dragons beauty

Barbarian Bakugou X reader

Content warning

Master list

Part 7

content warning: kissing, (tiniest smut) if you read between the lines,

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You brought your knees closer to your chest as you sat against the thick tree trunk, chin resting on your knees as your horse picked at the grass beside you. It was rare of you to venture out here so being found was unlikely and you didn’t want to be found right now. Your eyes glossy and cheeks wet as you sniffled and curled your fingers further into your shins, little half moons indented in your skin.

You tried to make sense of what just happened, the magic your father very obviously possesses, the argument over you and apparently the magic you possessed. You did possess magic, you flung Iida back without even touching him. The ground shook beneath you due to your emotions. You teeth chewed at the bottom lip sucked between them as your thoughts flushed endlessly in your mind.

Why is this happening to me?

It’s so selfish to think but for as long as you could remember you would dream of how life would be if your family was normal, the different variables which made them not so normal. You thought of life as peasants, would you all be closer? You thought of only having a mother and no father, how would you be if there was no longer an angry man in your home?. You were born a princess, not just any princess but thee princess to King Endeavor. The man who ruled where-ever the sun kissed the ground. The man who was feared by enemies and adored by friends. The man who just as much of a tyrant on the battle field as he was behind closed doors to his family.

You moved your hands out in front of you watching as they trembled. You brows furrowed as you thought of anything, thought of holding fire in your palm! Nothing..Striking the ground with lightening! No, nothing. A sigh leaving your lips as your horse nickered and shook its head of the forelock which blocked its eyes. You glanced around feeling a breeze pick up causing goosebumps on your exposed legs and arms. You should head back now calmed down a bit and realising how worried your siblings must be.

You stood up and dusted yourself off as you struggled to climb upon your horses back from the ground without a step. You gathered the reins turning him around and giving a nudge into his belly. Your shoes long gone from your initial ride out, though thats standard as you wore slip on pumps with no tie. His ears pointed forward as he began in a quick trot and with another nudge switched pace and was cantering down the path. You kept steady on his back as you tried to calm yourself not wanting to go back home and face the wrath of your father but probably your husband too.

Katsuki hadn’t done anything to you since knowing him but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. He was rough around the edges but overall was okay with you. Your mind else were as your thoughts of him continued. He was difficult to understand at times, always cuddling you at night but leaving you alone for hours during the day, only ever back to bring you to feed and then back to sleep again.

The only real interactions were at the pond and on his dragon but he was now your husband. You both had to grow accustom to this new arrangement. He probably didn’t want to marry you either. Your nose crinkled at the thought as you pulled lightly on the reins. The hoof beats slowing as they collided roughly on the now stone path. You were at the back entrance to the castle, coming to a halt you slipped off his back and guided him into his stable. His bridle hung up beside him as he moved to chomp on the large pile of hay in the corner.

You made your way back into the castle. The sun now setting and leaving a shadowed cast on the stone hallways that made them all the more eerie as the wall candles had yet to be lit. Your feet tapped on the cold stone and a shiver racked your spine as you heard voices ahead coming from the big hall. That was probably where they were gathered.

You let out a breath as you turned the corner and peaked your head round the door and found yourself correct. Shoto stood arguing with your father. Fuyumi and Natsuo were looking at a paper displayed on the table and Bakugou was pacing up and down. You stepped round the door and into the room going to clear your throat to gain their attention when Bakugous head snapped up and his eyes met yours.

He was in front of you in four long strides and you craned your neck to look up at him, heart hammering in your chest as you prepared yourself for the berating. His hands moved quickly and you flinched on reflex only to still as one splayed across your lower back and the other grabbed the back of your head. His fingers scrunching your hair as he pulled you into his chest and under his chin. His body tense as his grip held tightened. His nose pushed into your hair as his shoulders finally relaxed, slouching and his weight seemed to lean on you slightly.

Your hands slowly slipped between your bodies and around his neck. He eventually let go and pulled away from you but kept his arm secure around your waist as you turned to see your family stood before you. Your sister and brothers mouth agape as Shoto and your father shared a narrow eyed look. You turned to Bakugou who was already peering down at you.

“I would like to go” he nodded at your request, eyes glancing and giving your family a once over as he turned and pulled you with him. Your siblings calling after you made the blonde halt and groan where he stood.

“W-Wait! Kya you cant leave” Fuyumi rounded you as she stood in front followed my Natsuo and Shoto.

“I don’t want to stay Fuyumi” you mumbled as your fingers curled in on themselves, guilt building in your chest as your eyes met you sisters sad ones.

“Kya, you can’t go after what happened. We don’t know anything about your powers. It isn’t safe” Natuo butted in. You just shook your head.

“Bakugou can keep me safe Natsuo and I can figure it out with Midoryia the clan’s academic” you explained, desperately wanting to leave. You never thought you’d prefer the comfort of Bakugous clan to your own childhood home, to your own family..but after today you just wanted away from your father.

“Bu-

“Shut up. She’s decided. We go now” Bakugou cut Fuyumi off as he snapped at them. His fingers curled further around your waist as your eyes met the wet ones of your sister. You reached forward, clasping her hands between your own as you sniffled.

"I'm sorry but I don't want to stay Fuyumi, something..is telling me it's not safe for me if I do" You mumbled quietly to her and her fingers curled around yours as she gave a curt nod, trying to quell the sadness building up in her. You both let go and Bakugou moved, dragging you along with him and his fast pace.

You chewed at your lip as something heavy weighed in your mind. You didn't know why you told Fuyumi that. The castle is honestly probably safer than Bakugou's more open laid clan but something was pushing around in the back of your mind. A feeling that slinked its way down your spine and settled heavily in your stomach that told you indirectly that staying here would not be safe for you.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts you hadn't even realised you were outside the gates now. The horses you both travelled on being held by a servant as his arm left your waist and was replaced by two hands curling at your hips and lifting you up onto yours. It wasn't as awkward riding in the tribal wear you finally received. it was a bit more scandalous than you were used to, something all your siblings commented on when you first arrived. The short skirt allowing your legs to comfortably wrap around the saddle.

Bakugou was already mounted as he turned his horses head. His gruff voice going in one ear and straight out the other as he rolled his eyes at your blank stare. His hand reaching over and pulling the reins over your horses head and kicking his horse along as yours followed.

why wasn't the castle safe?..My father is a tyrant but there is something else...

A sigh pushed through your pursed lips, cheeks puffed out as your brows furrowed completely focused on your own thoughts. The attempt to piece together a puzzle whilst missing pieces wasn't working and you finally focused back on what was happening around you. Your hands reaching forward and pulling the reins back from Bakugou who let go. His eyes meeting yours.

"what ya' thinking about?" he asked. He was getting better at your tongue, his sentences forming better. His accent was still heavy but that was okay, it suited him.

"everything..I don't understand why my father kept such an important part of my life..of me. He left everyone in the dark" You mumbled. It was still bright out, the summer months allowed for late travelling.

"You scare him" Bakugou's comment made your head whip back round to him.

"I scare my father?. I do not appreciate being teased right now” you grumbled as you turned your head away looking at the greenery surrounding you as your horses plodded along.

“You do. He told me..” he trailed off and you glanced back over at the man beside you. His cheeks puffed slightly as he stared ahead.

“Your power. It’s more than his, more than Shoto” he finished and your brows lifted slightly. You had no idea how strong your brothers magic was considering you had just found out its existence.

Did Fuyumi know? Did father really keep me in the dark because I scared him?

The thought of potentially having the power to scare your father was a strange thought. You were always terrified of the huge brute you had the unfortunate luck of being related to. The man who could hit so hard but always manage to never leave a bruise, never leave evidence of his sins. A true monster who struck fear into you. A monster who supposedly was scared of you, perhaps just as much as you were of him.

“Bakugou, can I ask you a question?” The blonde just grunted in response.

“How do you use magic? How am I meant to use mine?” There was silence between you too. The only sounds were the trees bustling and the birds chirping.

“Just do. Never had it hid” he answered and your brows furrowed as your shoulders slumped, of course he wouldn’t care enough to provide a real answer.

Your thoughts jumbled and emotions wired. The visit to your family of course was a disaster and now you had magic you clearly couldn’t control. The anxiety wiggled its way into your chest as you thought of how you shoved Iida. Did you hurt him?..Would you accidentally hurt someone else?..

“Oi!-“ you jumped slightly as Bakugous loud voice pierced your ear. You blinked, rather dumbly as you turned your head to him.

“Stop with the face. I’ll teach you magic” he grumbled and you hadn’t even realised how tense your jaw was until you opened or how knitted your brows were until they lifted along with the edges of your mouth which melded into a large smile.

“Really!? Katsuki thank you!” You beamed and he only grumbled some more.

The rest of the ride home was quiet and uneventful not much was spoke about and Bakugou didn’t bother you again deciding to leave you to your thoughts. Thoughts that were running rampant in your head of everything that occurred in the last couple of hours and still you couldn’t rid nor figure out that feeling that settled itself in the back of your mind. A feeling so strange as it pushed to me heard yet you couldn’t hear or feel it.

You arrived back leaving your horses to be tended by some of Bakugou’s clan as you both headed to his tent. Bakugou turning his back to you as he changed, something he thought was ridiculous but couldn’t be bothered to argue about your prudish behaviour. He followed you into bed red eyes watching you as you lay on your side, your back to him as you faced the wall.

He slung a heavy arm around your waist making you squeak as you were pulled into his chest. The warm skin spreading across yours as your stomach tightened. You slept like this every night but it still made you feel both nervous and a little excited to be so close to a male. His face pushed itself to rest against the back of your shoulder, lips hovering across the skin as warm breaths woke goosebumps. Your cheeks red as he daringly planted a soft kiss on your shoulder.

Your breath caught in your throat as the heavy arm curled further around you as another soft kiss was placed on the exposed skin nearer to your neck now. Your thighs clenching together as your breathing grew more uneven. A last kiss was placed this time on the side of your neck. You shuffled around as he loosened his grip and came face to face with the blonde. His hair falling over his red eyes that weren't stuck in a fixed glare. His brows relaxing as your breaths mingled. Your stomach curling.

His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips and your eyes immediately flickered down as you swallowed thickly suddenly growing very warm under the light skin blanket. Bakugou's hand splayed across your back was burning into your skin through the thin night-gown you wore. Your own hands coming to rest on his bare chest tentatively, scared to make any moves. His eyes flicked down to your parted lips as he shuffled closer. Your cheeks burning red as your heart thrummed in your chest.

His head dipped lower and suddenly his lips were pressed to yours. Your eyes wide and mouth parted in a surprised gasp which Bakugou took advantage of as he slipped his tongue in, toying with yours. His hand now moving to rest on your side, sliding down to curl his fingers into your hip. A low groan leaving him as you finally collected yourself enough to respond.

Your eyes closing as your nails dug against his chest. The blonde grew more feverish as he pulled you harshly against him, slipping a leg between yours and folding his knee up further between your tight thighs. An almost breathy whine escaping you as his fingers moved behind your hip slightly, curling into the plush skin of your bum and pulling you flush against him as your own hands hesitantly made their way to his shoulders, one remaining as the other slipped to the back of his head.

Your head dizzy and thoughts clouded as all you could focus on was the dominating feeling of Bakugous tongue against yours. The harsh curl of his finger and the building tension in your stomach as your thighs clenched around his leg. His knee pressing against your very warm and dampening underwear. It was only when he pulled away to kiss at your chin and jaw did you finally regain the ability to voice your growing nerves.

"W-Wait..Bak-Bakugou" You stammered out as a quiet squeal followed as his sharp teeth nipped at the soft skin of your neck. His head coming back up as red desperate eyes met yours. His cheeks pink and lips wet.

"what?" His voice low and rough as his fingers kneaded the skin beneath them ensuring the attempts you made to squirm off his knee failed and further fed the fire in your stomach.

"I-.." You didn't know how to word your nerves, to go further or to stop? Should you stop? would he allow it?. Bakugou had so far been accommodating but you knew what a woman of your time is meant to do, at least in your kingdom. Fuyumi and other maidens telling you time and time again that as a wife your husbands needs come first but were you ready for Bakugou's?

The man before you pulled his leg back down and slipped his hand up to hold your cheek as you hadn't noticed your zoned out. Your eyes now focusing back on him as he moved and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before shuffling so your head was tucked under his chin.

"sleep" was all he said as your heart skipped at his thoughtfulness and ability to understand your hesitance. A small smile forming on your lips.

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Crimes Of Passion (Dabi X Fem! Reader)

Summary: It's been a decade since your best friend, Toya Todoroki, perished at the hands of his own Quirk. You always liked to think he was watching over you, looking over your shoulder, keeping you out of harm's way in a guardian angel sense. After all, you'd devoted your life to making equipment to ensure that never happened to anyone else. But lately, you've felt like you're ACTUALLY being watched.

[Part one of my Yandere Dabi X Support Course Graduate Fem!Reader mini series]

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

Non-Spicy Tags: canon-typical v!0lence, swearing, smut, Yandere-ish Dabi, childhood friends, innuendo, stalker/feral Dabi, Support Course Graduate Fem!Reader, Second Person POV

Word Count: 2,435 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: slight dubcon, sexy in theory problematic in practice, explicit s3xual content, vag!nal fingering, dirty talk, making out, dubcon kissing, alley s3x, quirk use during s3x, c0me eating, cr3ampie, cunn!lingus, vag!nal s3x, semi-public s3x

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You were working late at the office again. You'd spent all night drafting plans for your latest creation; it was a special request from a client. This Support Item would help the user maintain their body temperature...something that you took close to heart. Your best friend could've used such a thing...maybe if he had, he'd still be alive. Everyone else had already left. It was too far to walk home. You'd have to take the night train.

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It's hard for you to not fall asleep as you lean your head up against the window, eyelids drooping as the train runs through the dark tunnels beneath the city. In fact, you barely noticed when the group of shady-looking men got in the same train car as you. A chill runs down your spine when you hear them whispering to one another, and, instantly, you're wide awake. You look outside, realizing your stop is next. Something is telling you to get off the train ASAP...to get away from these men. As soon as possible. The car screeches to a stop, and, without a second thought, you bolt off the train. You didn't live in the best part of town, and the street is dimly lit when you exit the subway. You steal a glance over your shoulder...and realize they're following you.

'Fuck.'

Your mind starts racing, trying to think of a way to lose them. They're getting closer...walking faster. Immediately, you dart into a side alleyway, hoping to lose them through the side streets...only for it to be a dead end. You turn around, and they're closing in...

THUD.

Out of nowhere, a figure leaps down from the rooftops, landing unnaturally gracefully in front of you. The stranger is tall, dressed in all black, and, in the dim moonlight, you see his hands. Scars trace down his arms, stopping at his wrists, which are full of crude surgical staples.

"I suggest you four go back the way you came," The figure orders. His voice is deep and raspy...kinda sexy. The thugs are unimpressed.

"What the hell are you?"

"Your face makes me wanna puke!"

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll kill ya!"

They start jeering, continuing to move closer. The mysterious figure raises his arm, and, suddenly, a brilliant cerulean glow flickers off the alleyway walls.

"You're not going to touch her," He orders coldly. The men laugh.

"Oh, yeah? And who's gonna stop us?"

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

You scream as the rush of heat and light surges through the alleyway; a frighteningly powerful blue blaze erupts from the man, engulfing the group immediately in flames. Their shrieks of pain are rather short, and the light dies down to flickers and embers within a few seconds. The smell of burned flesh fills the air, and smoke begins to rise.

"That answer your question?" The man chuckles under his breath, putting his hand back down. He shakes his wrist, and you notice it's smoking. The man turns on his heel, and your eyes widen. His face looks like a mess of patchwork scars and staples, sweeping under his eyes, over his cheekbones, and around his neck.

"Stay away from me!" You shout, reaching for the pepper spray in your purse as your bones shake. Terror fills your lungs along with the smoke and ashes.

"What? No 'thank you'? I just saved your life," The figure pouts mockingly, staring into your soul. His eyes are as blue as the flames that shot out of his hand.

Something about this man...is hauntingly familiar. The way he speaks to you seems unnaturally natural. It's not in the way a stranger would.

"Who are you?"

"You'd think you'd recognize your guardian angel when you see him in person. That's what you call me, right? At least when you talk to yourself, acting like I'm some imaginary friend sitting on a cloud over you. Well...," He smirks, taking a threatening step closer. You freeze.

"Toya?"

"In the burned flesh," He grins sarcastically, gesturing to his scars.

"That's impossible. My best friend is dead," You stammer, but the longer you look at him, the less you believe your own words.

Those eyes. The mannerisms.

"Come on, princess."

You hate the way your body responds to that word. The way it shakes you to your core when it rolls off his tongue.

"You know it's me," He sings, a cruel smirk on his face as he walks forward, forcing your back against the wall. You gulp, feeling your heart race faster and faster. His glowing cerulean eyes bore into you.

"Am I making you uncomfortable," The villain sneers, looking down at you with a hungry gaze. Lust. Obsession. Greed. You wordlessly shake your head. This shouldn't turn you on. This should make you run away screaming, absolutely terrified. It partially did terrify you...but...in a sickly thrilling way. The overwhelming familiarity and tension...you're spellbound.

"All you have to do," He murmurs, slowly leaning down, hands moving to splay out on each side of your head, "is tell me 'no'."

You close your eyes, and you feel his lips meet yours. The moment you give in, kissing him back, you feel his hands on your shoulders...squeezing them tightly over and over...as if he's trying to restrain himself from tearing you apart. You reach up, running your hands through his hair, and a chuckle rumbles in his throat as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to him. His tongue flicks against your lip, and the moment you give even a hint of admittance, he practically sticks it down your throat. A strangled whimper muffles in your throat in surprise, and you melt into his arms, trying not to slide down the wall as you feel your legs turning to jelly. The feeling of his impossibly warm tongue tracing along your own makes your eyelids flutter, and when you two part, a strand of saliva connects your lips. He traces kisses down your jaw before roughly pushing your hair back and ever so softly sinking his teeth into your neck. You sigh, feeling his fingers wander down your body, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you. Slowly, they dance further and further south...pausing just above the waistband of your panties. Gently, he slips his hand below them, and you gasp as his fingers trace your slit.

"Fuck, you're wet, princess," He shudders, sucking on your neck harder, and his other hand presses into your back, grabbing a fistful of your clothing.

"Toya," You moan softly, "We shouldn't be doing thi-"

"Shut up," He rasps harshly in your ear before effortlessly pressing a finger inside you, "If you don't like what I'm doing then tell me. I'll stop."

You take a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit as he curls his fingers intentionally. Another moan crawls out of you before you can restrain yourself, and you give in to the temptation. Everything he's doing feels so good. No one's ever touched you this way before. No one's ever made your heart race quite like this. It's exhilarating. He plants more kisses on your neck, borderline groaning into each kiss, the subtle noises vibrating against your skin.

"You taste so fucking good," He hums between sloppy kisses, tracing his tongue up the side of your neck as you feel warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach. "God, the things I wanna do to you."

It sounds like a threat, a promise, and a desperate plea all in one. It shouldn't, but it gives you butterflies.

"Like what?" You sigh, hooking your fingers into his loose belt. He jerks ever so slightly, as if the touch caught him completely off guard. You pause, worrying you've overstepped a boundary, but he soon leans forward, as if begging you to continue.

"Tell me what you wanna do, Toya," You murmur as you trace your fingers below, and you feel his arousal through his jeans.

"I wanna drown you in pleasure until you can't stop begging me for more," He whispers in your ear, "I wanna make you come until you can't fucking think."

Zzzzip.

His breath hitches as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, pulling out his throbbing cock. Without a second thought, he pulls his fingers out of you and forces your pants down until they fall to your ankles.

"I owe you, right?" You huff as he looks into your eyes, and he grins deviously.

"I've wanted to fuck you so bad, princess," Toya rasps, his gravelly voice tingling your ears as his hot breath pants against your skin. You feel his hands reach underneath you, gripping the flesh on your ass as he picks you up, firmly pressing your back against the wall. You flinch when he presses the tip against your entrance. It's hot. Not too hot...but hot.

"I'm gonna burn you from the inside out," He murmurs, his deep voice tilting on a villainous laugh. Your eyes widen, heart racing. When he notices, he clicks his tongue.

"Just a figure of speech, princess. I'd never hurt you...not unless you wanted it," He snickers before slowly lowering you down onto his cock. You gasp as he slides in, eyes rolling back in your head. It's bigger than you expected. It feels like he's practically splitting you open, and the pain is daunting. Nonetheless, you can't help but crave more. You want him to break you. You want him to shove it as far as it'll go. You want him to rearrange your guts until your mind turns to mush.

"Easy there, gorgeous," He purrs, gritting his teeth as he carefully forces himself all the way inside you. He shudders, and you manage to kick your pants all the way off before wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him inside.

"Good girl," Toya groans, his lips curling into a predatory smirk as his eyes soften. He looks completely devoted. Consumed by twisted passion. His fingernails dig into your hips, threatening to break the skin.

"My good girl," He adds before roughly planting his lips on yours. His tongue traces across the roof of your mouth, claiming every inch. Then, he starts thrusting up into you, and you practically see stars. The pain mixes with pleasure, shocks spreading from between your thighs as he fucks you, his breath panting in your ear as he presses himself against you. You can feel the heat coming off of his body. It's enough to make you feel like you're sweating. The sounds of his balls slapping against you with every deep, intense roll of his hips reaches your ears. If anyone else is out this late, all they have to do is turn the corner, and they'll see you getting railed by a murderer beside a sea of ashes. It's taboo. Everything about this screams wrong to you. This is Toya. Your best friend. Your dead best friend. Who seems to be psychotically obsessed with you in the most primal way. But...it all feels so right. You've never felt such gnawing pleasure in your entire life. It's coursing through your veins, boiling in your blood, beating in your heart and throbbing in your nethers.

"Toya, don't stop," You plead pathetically, the raunchy moan seeming to drive him wild.

"Such a pretty little voice," He laughs darkly in your ear before deliberately picking up his rhythm, pounding into you. Your head spins, trying to decide whether or not the pain overshadows the pleasure. It feels like he's going to rip you apart from the bottom up. His thrusts become haphazard, and his voice becomes needy.

"Fuck," His voice breaks into a soft whine as you feel the warmth spreading inside you, filling you up. Breath hisses through your gritted teeth. You're so pent-up. You're far from your orgasm, despite how much you're enjoying this. Toya pulls back, his face inches away from yours, and he seems to notice your frustration.

"No, no. We're not done. I'm not leaving until you've come for me," He sighs lustfully before adding, "Until I make you come for me."

You stare into those eyes again. Those burning beautiful blue eyes.

"Besides," He pants as he slowly lifts you off of his cock, hands firmly gripping your ass, "We can't leave all that in there, now, can we?"

Before you can register what's happening he lifts you up...and up...and up. He's surprisingly stronger than he looks...and he stops when your dripping slit is level with his face. You shake, partially terrified at how high you are off the ground, keeping your back pressed up against the wall. Your hands run through his hair, gripping to help ground you from the fear of falling. Toya looks up with an expression of pure worship, and you cry out as he dives between your legs, his warm tongue fully extended into you, working to lick you clean. The sounds are positively vile; the lewd slurping noises between your hips overpower all other sounds. You moan his name, your head leaning back against the wall as your eyelids flutter shut, focusing on the feeling of him devouring you. His tongue flexes, twisting in ways that seem improbable, leaving you whimpering for more. He laughs, his hot breath huffing against you as he presses his lips to your clit. You steal a glance to see his gaze fixated on you, staring into your fucking soul. His hands grip you rougher, making you wince as he suckles that sweet spot, tongue flicking against it in all the right ways. You feel yourself getting closer. His touch is so intoxicating. It's so otherworldly. It's so...good. You can't stop the sounds of pleasure coming out of your mouth, spilling from your lips like an ever-flowing waterfall. You feel the familiar clench in the pit of your stomach, and, suddenly, the climax hits you all at once. Your hands turn to fists in his hair, pulling him closer into you as you whimper and moan his name. Toya growls into your slit, the vibrations sending more sensations shooting through your body. Finally, you feel yourself coming down, and you release your grip on him. Toya leans back, looking up at you with dripping lips that he licks clean. He pants, as if out of breath, not breaking the haunting stare.

"Do you want me to go back to watching in the shadows, princess, or can I get closer, now?"

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A Mother's Love

Dabi x Female!Reader [PLATONIC] Summary: Dabi didn't grow up with a good relationship with his mother, always focused on the attention from his father. Because of this, he lacked a mother figure, but when he joined the League of Villains, someone became his mother figure.

★☽A/N: Ahh!! It has been so long since I wrote something like this! I’m currently getting piled with school and club activities so that’s probably why– I hope you guys didn’t forget me:((

Contents: FLUFF - Slight angst? - Reader seen as a mother figure

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The League of Villains, a villain organization filled with powerful villains that threaten to destroy the hero society. An organization that was founded by the most powerful villain, a villain who could rival All Might, All For One and his successor, Tomura Shigaraki. People from different backgrounds, bad trauma, gathered together into one group with goals of their own but had one goal in common, to destroy the hero society.

But the league didn’t expect to have such a motherly figure heal their wounds.

A female villain, Y/N L/N, known as Crimson, fitting name for her blood manipulative Quirk. A 31 year old woman who was wronged by society. People were afraid of her, but not the members of the League. The members see her as a motherly figure, who cares for them.

One of the people who really saw her as a mother was Toga. She loves whenever she would take the time to braid the girl’s hair or to put her hair into buns in the mornings. And she loved how she would come up with various ideas to style her hair and they would spend time laughing and such. After being close for months, Toga started to even call her mama, because of the absence of a loving mother. Toga felt so safe around her.

Who really felt comfortable with her was Dabi. Despite the black-haired didn’t wanting to admit it, it felt so nice to have someone caring for him. After all, Dabi didn't grow up with a good relationship with his mother, always focused on the attention from his father. Because of this, he lacked a mother figure, but when he joined the League of Villains, she became his mother figure.

What was more embarrassing to him was that he even called her mother once! It was during the U.A Camp invasion. Everyone was gathering around and he saw as one by one went to the rendezvous. As Y/N came back, he asked if she was okay, clearly showing that he cared for her well-being. He didn’t realize what he said until he saw the shocked faces of his comrades. He said, “Are you okay, mother?”

He could see the shocked face of Y/N and felt himself blushing in embarrassment. “Pretend you didn’t hear me!!” He demanded, clearly ready to kill anyone who was going to talk about it during that moment. Everyone just laughed and chuckled but the man didn’t like it at all. He looked at Y/N who chuckled softly, “I don’t mind you calling me mom, darling,” She reassured.

Dabi continued to see her as his mother figure and would refer to her as such. Only in private, of course. During missions and such, he would refer to her as her villain name. But whenever he called her “mother” and would get teased for it but by now, he didn’t care.

Y/N acted like a mother, a mother that Dabi never took the chance to have. He could’ve had a better relationship with his mother but he didn’t take the chance. He regretted not taking the chance, but he was somehow thankful that he didn’t. Or else, he wouldn’t be able to have a mother figure like Y/N.

Dabi would constantly get nightmares which causes him to be tired most nights. As much as he didn’t want anyone to know, he knew that Y/N knew. She would always look at him carefully, as if knowing he didn’t get to sleep the night before. “I’m fine,” he spat harshly every time at her, but she knew that he was lying. She could see that in his eyes, the tired look and how even less energetic he was being.

That’s how she started to come into his room to check up on him. She would come to his room every night in the league’s old hideout, since he stayed there due to no other place to live, and she would ask him how he was doing. He would always say he didn’t need her coming in every night, but a part of him felt really happy to have someone caring for his well-being.

Sometimes, if he mustered up the courage, would ask her to sing for him. Of course, he was blushing and embarrassed after the words came out. But Y/N didn’t mind and just chuckled before saying, “Of course, sweetheart. C’mon.” With a smile, she would make him lay down with his head on her lap. She would play with his hair and start to sing.

She had an angelic voice, a lovely voice that could put anyone to sleep. And that’s what he did. Every time she would sing for him before sleeping, he would be fast to sleep with no nightmares. It’s as if her songs were a spell to keep nightmares away. She would slowly put him in bed with a blanket placed on him. She kissed him on his forehead and left the room. But before she left the room, she would always say, in an gentle voice,

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

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If your relationship with Dabi has taught you anything in the course of your years together as a couple, it would be to never announce your imminent orgasm when his head is buried deep between your legs and his tongue is skillfully flicking on the glistening folds of your pussy, and that is because he's a cruel bastard who would stop it in the blink of an eye once you shakily speak your declaration.

He simply cannot help it, emerging slowly to gaze at your tear-streaked cheeks and flushed glowing skin as you whine a plea after another for him to grant you that release only he could ever provide.

He's always been mesmerized by you —the most beautiful thing in his pathetic life, especially in moments like this, and it's a view he wishes to engrave in his head for eternity.

However, that one fateful night you tricked him into believing it was safe to carry on, biting back your usual whimpers and grabbing onto the bedsheets underneath yourself instead of pulling on his hair like you always do, was when you climaxed around his tongue uninterrupted, making it your first win against his ruthless torments.

That one fateful night you braced yourself for a discipline, heaving chest, blurry eyes and afterglow casting a dazzling seductiveness to your captivating beauty as you awaited for him to come into view and growl his dissatisfaction, only for a gasp to escape your throat when he surprisingly kept quiet.

His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted and larynx bobbing as he swallowed thickly. He looked flustered and at loss for words for once.. Interesting.

You failed to understand at first, that catching him off guard like you had done moments before, intensified his already unbearable arousal and unlocked a new fantasy within himself that neither of you knew excited.

The moment you defied him, crashed his head into submission and squeezed your thighs around him tightly so he wouldn't escape until you finally reached a splintering orgasm that rocked your core and shockwaves of pleasure that followed suit, was the moment he knew it wouldn't be the last time he gives in to you.

_ "Focus gorgeous, we're going to do that again."

It shouldn't be the last time he gives in to you.

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twistedteddy · 1 year ago

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Dabix f!Reader

✧*̥˚ Please Reblog*̥˚✧

Warnings: Spanking, Heat play, mature (sex)stuff in kitchen, cl¡t slapping, praise and degradation, cervix kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, light fingering,f! Receiving oral

You'd been at the kitchen counter making dinner when Dabi returned to your cramped apartment. "Hey! I'm glad your home!" You yelled when you heard the door click closed. Quickly making two bowls of the beef strew you'd been working on all day. After all it was your day off and the two of you took turns cooking on your days off- the sound of his coat hitting the floor was all you heard before he hugged you from behind. Yanking your whole body back and into his chest

"Ah bad day?" You said reaching your hand back to take a tuft of his hair and pull his face closer to your ear. His hummed into your neck and let his hand slink up from your waist to lightly grip your neck. "It fucking sucked" He muttered giving your neck a light kiss. "Mm so dinner after?" You whispered as he started pushing your body towards the counter. His hand starting to slowly heat against your neck as he pushed you over the cool surface. "I'll take care of ya so don't worry bout it." He murmed grinding against your ass as he pulled up the white t-shirt of his that you'd been wearing. Maneuvering yourself to slip it off be left only in your underwear..dragging his hands down your back before reaching to grab your hips and pull you further back into him. Enjoying the little gasp he can always get outta you. The small sting of his hands getting a little to warm and leaving small red print of his hands over where the were before getting to his knees behind you.

Biting the fabric covering you and pulling it down to your mid thigh with his teeth while his hands gripped the fat of your ass. Still warm and harsh. He was getting a little more desperate not wanting to take his time and that was obvious by him not bothering to even property spread your pretty pussy open first like he would normally- just suck and licking and ever so gently biting at those sensitive areas you've always tried to hide from him. The first time you let him go down on you, you tried to push him away from your clit so you wouldn't "cum too fast" he thought it was fuckin adorable. The way you'd try to pull away or push him off to keep it from happening. Your legs were tensing and he grabbed your ankles and forced them up to your ass so now yoir weight was fully on the counter. Back arching and moaning freely while you came on his face body forcibly grinding on it. He didn't really wait as he reached a hand around and placed a hand over your mouth.

"Come on pretty gimme something to work with" his gravley voice said and you obeyed without a second thought, licking his hand and lightly spitting in it before he let go and quickly undid his pants using the saliva as lubricant to pump himself a few times leaning forward as he did and biting the back of your neck earning him a pretty moan from you and a large bite mark to replace the older fading one next to it. "You're doin so good f'me pretty such a slut" He groaned as he moved your hips to press our wet cunt to his hard cock. Pressing and bullying his way into you while rubbing soothing circles onto your ass. Giving you just a few seconds to adjust before giving your ass a hard slap. "Fuuck so tight. I really need to fuck you more loosen this cunt up." He groaned rocking back and forth before pulling you a bit back off the counter finally letting your toes touch the ground again before properly fucking you. Hand on the back of your neck nice and hot while holding your hips in place. You bit your lip trying to stay quiet and arching yoir back as much as you could in the position. The feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust was overwhelming. "Hah? Cmon bitch make some noise" He growled before letting go of thr back of your neck and slapping your clit a few times your legs automatically bending and trying to close shut all at once but he laughed at the attempt. "Aw look at you baby girl cmon I know what you like. Don't fight it." Squeeling face down into the counter as he didn't stop the movement of his hips into your plump ass or the slap of his hand on your clit. Ever so softly rubbing it between each harsh impact. You came fast, squirting all over but he didn't stop. He hadn't come yet ans you found yourself still vent over the counter, eyes crossed and tongue lulled out as he finally came in you muttering about you being the perfect cock sleeve. Slowly pulling out before fingerings his seed back into you.

"So you ready for dinner? I'm starving."

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carefreecoffee · 1 month ago

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Fluffmas Day 9: Sentiments w/Dabi

Word count: 1k, Gender-Neutrla Reader

Christmas was right around the corner, just a day away. However, you knew that Dabi didn't really like the holiday season. Especially when it came to opening gifts in front of everyone and being in a rowdy room with a bunch of what he called, ‘idiots.

You sat on his bed patiently after he had said that he was going to get your gift. It took you back slightly, knowing he wasn't the sentimental type but happily accepted it either way.

After about an hour Dabi finally entered his room, locking the door behind him as he walked over to where you were sitting on the bed. He trudged in with a rather large looking bag, almost like a sack. Your eyes widened as he set it down at your feet, sitting next to you.

“Woah, Dabi where did you get all of that??” Dabi smirked a bit, shrugging. Admittedly, he had stolen them from neighboring stores and malls, money not being quite the option in your guys’ situation. He leaned back against the headboard, watching as you leaned over to sort through the items.

“They're a Christmas gift for you. I got you several things because I thought you deserved it.”

As you rummaged through the items, there had been practically everything ranging from jewelry and clothing, to appliances and even things you’ve wanted for quite a bit but were too expensive.

Dabi watched you intently, waiting for your reaction to some of the things he had gotten. Sure, most of it had been stolen, but that didn’t mean it didn’t take a lot of time to get some of the stuff you wanted. He knew you’d appreciate the stuff he had gotten, and that’s why he wanted a positive reaction.

He leaned closer to you, looking over to you as you looked through everything. “See anything you like?” He questioned, looking at you with a slight smirk.

You look up at him with a wide grin plastered on your face, “Y-yeah! This is amazing Dabi i- wow…” You glance back down at the stuff, placing the sack on the ground before reaching over to him to lean in for a hug.

His smirk turned into a small smile when you hugged him. He was happy that you liked your gifts, and honestly that’s all he really wanted. He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer as he hugged you tightly.

You pull back with a gasp of remembrance, an excited smile breaking out. “I got you something- though i don't think it can live up to your gifts.” You hop off of the bed and out of his embrace, shuffling to the closet until you pick out a gently wrapped box.

Dabi watched you, curious now. He’d been pretty excited about giving you your gifts, but he was now eager to see what you had gotten for him. He leaned back against the headboard, wondering what could possibly be for him.

He took the box from you, holding it in one of his hands. He studied it for a moment before his eyes shifted to you. He began to unwrap the present, curious about what you had given him. He finished unwrapping the box before lifting the lid off and taking a look inside to find a small collage of the two of you. Candid photos and even some moments on polaroid film.

Dabi’s gaze softened as he looked it over. He gently picked it, running his free hand over it, feeling the different textures and paper against his fingers. He stared at it for a moment, studying every picture and detail on the collage, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was clearly touched by the gift. It was simple, sure, but he was glad to know you had taken the time to make it for him. He turned to you, wrapping his unoccupied arm around you and pulling you close to his side, the collage still in his hand.

He was somewhat silent for a moment, still admiring the details of it. Then, he smiled a bit and spoke up, looking at you. “…you made it yourself, right?”

You nod sheepishly, “Yeah, i'm not too high on cash so i wanted something simple but still pretty effective, gifts wise haha”

He chuckled a bit, looking back down at the collage. He set it down beside the two of you, keeping his other arm wrapped around you, keeping you closely against his side “It’s more than what I was expecting, to be honest. You didn’t have to make it yourself, you know.”

“I know I know but it felt genuine” You leaned further into his warm embrace.

He smiled softly, noticing how you leaned into his embrace. He pulled you closer by his arm, keeping you pressed against his side. He was silent for a moment, debating on whether or not he should say the next thing on his mind. He sighed softly, glancing down at the top of your head. He was hesitant to say it, but insisted on doing it anyway.

“I love you.” He’d never really said it. Sure, his actions spoke for themselves, but he’d never actually expressed his feelings before.

You sit up slightly, meeting his bright cerulean eyes. He met your gaze, his eyes boring into yours. A small smirk played at his lips as he looked at you. He was silently awaiting your response to his declaration, his hand on your side. It takes you a moment before you smile, finally comprehending his words. “I love you too”

His smile widened into a grin, and he pulled you closer to him. He gently tilted your chin up slightly and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. His hand on your side moved to the small of your back, pulling you onto his lap. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his hands on your waist. He looked at you, noticing your soft hum and the way you’d pulled away. He was curious as to why, so he gave you a small smirk, raising a brow, “Why’d you pull away?”

“Just wanted to tell you Merry Early Christmas, Dabi” You grin.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully and gently pulling you closer to him. “Merry Early Christmas to you too, idiot.”

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0kaymellon · 21 days ago

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Dabi

Dabi was walking through the streets of Japan, well the streets where all the villains walk through. Its was January. The fresh snow crunched beneath his feet as he felt the cold snowflakes fall upon his skin. he used to hate how cold the snow felt but It was an odd feeling he began to grow fond of due to how it contrasts with how hot his body feels when he uses his quirk. During these moments he thinks and envy’s the life he could’ve had, how he could’ve been enjoying the snow with his parents and siblings, walking through the local Christmas market while laughing and having fun but then when the snow turns to rain he’s reminded about how he’ll never get that life all because of his father.

His phone starts to vibrate, he sees it’s just shigaraki calling him. He scoffs and doesn’t answer and stuffs his phone back in his pocket, continuing his depressing walk in the snow. He’s not worried about getting introuble with shigaraki since he never actually really cared and shigaraki knows that so he’ll just send a paragraph explaining what he was gonna say on the call anyway. As he continues his walk he spots a small doctors office, he remembers toga trying to find some different types of needles to pierce different mutants skins to gain access to their blood easier and quicker “hmm” he debates going in and after a few seconds he does. He pushes the door open and barges into the room the doctor is in “give me those needles” he demands and when he sees the doctor hesitate he activated his quirk, a silent threat now in the air as he stares the doctor down…. After a couple minutes Dabi walks out of the doctors office with 3 needle’s specially made to pierce the toughest of skin mutants can develop.

After about 3 more hours of walking he decided to head back to the L.O.V’S base growing tired of the dull, cold weather. He takes the same path back, looking at his surroundings noticing no changes apart from a fresh layer of snow starting to form covering his footprints slowly. When he’s about a 30 minute walk away from the base he hears a sound to his right which normally wouldn’t be weird except it’s been eerily quiet this whole time so the sound of someone falling or being dumped to the ground is irritatingly loud. Due to this he decides to walk to the noise to see what made it, as he gets closer he sees the body of a girl unconscious in the snow, but as he takes a closer look he notices her features and build isn’t the same as a Japanese girl which peeks his interest a bit. He kneels down and sees if she’s breathing and she is, after a couple minutes of inspecting her she opens her eyes and she does say something but it’s in English….she doesn’t look Japanese because she isn’t, due to her accent he thinks England. He then takes notice of a collar around her neck which he recognizes as a tool that cancels out someone’s quirk “huh how interesting” he thinks to himself as he decides whether to take her with him or leave her to freeze to death

#mha dabi #bnha #my hero academia #x reader #january #japan #anime #platonic #mha #mha x reader #female reader #english #england #league of villains #toga himiko #mha toga #shigaraki tomura #mha shigaraki #snow

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stargirlygirl · 2 months ago

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they see you in lingerie v.3

lov x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — implied smut, 770 words

ua students, pro heroes

todoroki touya (dabi)

⭑.ᐟ you don’t get a chance to walk out of the wardrobe as dabi barges in. he was getting impatient with how long you were taking. as soon as he lays eyes on you, his usual smirk stretches across his phase. his gaze is filled with pride and lust at how sexy his girl looks for him. you’re in blue, the set matches his sharp eyes.

“well, what do you have here?” he teases. you giggle as he slowly steps forward, charred fingers slipping from the doorknob.

“you gonna spin for me?” he asks in the lazy drawl. he’s standing a little way in front of you, hands slipping into his pockets. he stares at you expectantly. you nod and twirl slowly for him. you love the feeling of his undivided attention on you.

dabi can’t resist it when you wear blue. makes him feel something when he sees how much you adore him, enough to drape your body in the colour of his eyes and flames.

he can’t take it anymore. he closes the gap between you and grabs your roughly by the waist. you’re giggling coyly as you fall into his chest. his hand is already on your jaw, fingers pressing hard into your flesh and forcing your head back and up to look into those ocean eyes.

that night he claims you for himself in more ways than just physical.

shimura tenko (shigaraki tomura)

⭑.ᐟ when you step out, you catch sight of shigaraki. he’s sitting on the edge of your bed, fully engrossed in the video game he’s playing. he got impatient and decided to resume his game as you were taking your sweet time.

he doesn’t notice you step out cause he’s about to win. you couldn’t care less though. in fact, you’re a bit annoyed that he couldn’t just wait until you were done showing him the lingeries set you had got for him, to resume his game.

you stalk over to him, coming to stand right in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. your arms are crossed over your chest. your boyfriend glares at your frame momentarily before putting the controller down with a sigh and looking up at you. you’re staring down at him harshly.

“what?” he huffs. you narrow your eyes at him. “really? you couldn’t wait.” you say, your pretty forehead creased. at this, shigaraki looks away for a second before focusing back on you. “no," he says as he leans forward, eyes trailing over your curvaceous figure. he does so for a few moments before standing up and heading to the drawer beside your bed. he pulls out a pair of black drawing gloves and you know that tonight’s gonna be good.

he used to fumble a lot in the beginning, when you two were becoming more intimate. but, he’s a fast learner. the gloves are there just in case shigaraki’s control over his quirk falters.

bubaigawara jin (twice)

⭑.ᐟ when you come out, there’s at least six of jin’s clones crowding the bedroom while the real jin sits on the bed. you can tell it’s him as he’s just staring at you, silently appreciating the breath-taking sight that is you. he’s still in his villain costume.

jin’s clones start coming up to you, telling you how gorgeous you look. one takes your hands while another wraps their arm around your waist. you giggle, flattered by all of the attention. you look over to the real jin, tilting your head to the side as he continues to stare at you.

you wanted it to just be you two tonight, as usually his clones are always around.

jin just keeps looking at you beneath the white sockets of his mask, admiring you. confused as to how such a perfect goddess could possibly be interested in him.

as another clone fingers the lace of your panties, you turn slightly and whine at it. looking back at jin, you run slightly to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and coming to straddle his lap.

“jin,” you pout. “jin, can it just be us tonight?” his covered hands come to your waist and upper back.

“just us?” he questions softly into your ear. you nod, leaning back and cupping his face in your hands. you stare into those white sockets, searching for his gray-blue eyes beneath.

“just you and me,” you say smiling at him. he gently rubs your upper arms with his thumbs. you can here the incessant chatter of his clones cease as they melt, dripping onto the carpet to disintegrate.

you give him a kiss through his mask, knowing that it’s too much to ask his to take it off. he’s doing enough right now, choosing to love you like this.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #fem!reader #x female reader #established relationship #mha villains #mha twice x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #league of villains #todoroki touya #jin bubaigawara #implied smut #simping for jin right now idk can't help it he's so tormented it eats me up inside #★’s works

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thatlotuscookie · 3 months ago

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I know I have a lot of a lot of people about this question but how do you feel about the League of villains staying at reader’s families Haunted Mansion (like the Disney movie haunted mansion with Eddie Murphy?) since Halloween is coming up just thought it would be fun? 😄

✧･ﾟ: a/n : ooh, I love that idea! The League of Villains in a haunted mansion sounds like a perfect mix of spooky and fun, especially with Halloween coming up! :33 I can just imagine all the chaos they’d bring. Thanks for the suggestion. HAHA imagine trick or treating/pumpkin carving w them, that would be funny. enjoy!!

✧ Title: ✧ Haunted Mansion Shenanigans ✧ ✧ Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Kurogiri, Toga, Reader (Gender Neutral), theres also a bit of Dabi x Reader loll i got carried away w my fav villain udwoq ✧ Genre: Halloween, Fluff, Humor ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: It's Halloween season, and your family's old mansion becomes the perfect backdrop for a gathering of the League of Villains. ✧ Content Warnings: None really, ig Horror elements?? LMAO. Language✧ WC: 3007 words // 17k chars

It was Halloween season, and the air was thick with the scent of fallen leaves and impending chills. Your family's old mansion, inherited from a long line of eccentric relatives, stood at the edge of town. With its creaking wooden floors, ornate chandeliers, and walls lined with portraits that seemed to follow you, it was the perfect setting for a gathering of the League of Villains.

As you prepared for their arrival, a mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbled in your chest. You loved your friends, but bringing the League of Villains into your family’s home felt like a recipe for chaos. Still, the thought of sharing your favorite Halloween traditions with them filled you with warmth.

When the League finally arrived, they stepped through the heavy, creaking doors, eyes wide with curiosity. Dabi strolled in first, his usual aloof demeanor overshadowed by a hint of intrigue. “Nice place you got here,” he muttered, his eyes scanning the grand foyer.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, got character,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

Kurogiri floated in next, his foggy form swirling around him. “A most peculiar ambiance,” he remarked, glancing around with an approving nod.

Toga bounced in, her energy infectious. “This place is perfect for a spooky party! Look at those portraits! I wonder if they’ll move!” She dashed to one of the paintings, peering closely, her wide grin revealing her excitement.

“Focus, Toga,” Shigaraki grumbled, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “We’re not here to play with ghosts.”

“Aw, come on! Where’s your sense of fun?” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Fun? You mean destruction?” he shot back, though even he couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips as he watched Toga.

As the evening wore on, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows throughout the mansion. You had set up a movie marathon featuring classic horror films, and the group settled in the grand living room, surrounded by dim lighting and flickering candles.

“Why do you even like this stuff?” Dabi asked, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed.

“It’s tradition! Plus, it’s fun to be scared,” you replied, trying to convince him. “A little thrill never hurt anyone, right?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue further. Instead, he let his gaze wander, catching snippets of the movie. You could see a flicker of interest behind his usual disinterest.

The first film began, a classic slasher flick. Toga was immediately glued to the screen, gasping and laughing at every jump scare. “This is amazing!” she squealed, eyes shining with excitement.

Kurogiri sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the screen, occasionally glancing at Toga, who was completely absorbed in the film. Shigaraki, on the other hand, seemed utterly uninterested. He lounged on the couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on his thigh.

“Why are we watching this junk?” he mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Can’t we just destroy something?”

“Shut up, Shigaraki! This is Halloween! You’re supposed to enjoy it,” you chided, though you couldn’t hide your smile.

As the movie progressed, Dabi found himself relaxing more, despite his attempts to remain cool and aloof. He leaned back against the couch, seemingly unfazed, but you caught the way his eyes flickered towards you now and then. A small part of him was invested, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

By the time the first movie ended, the atmosphere had shifted. Laughter and playful banter filled the air, and you felt a warm sense of belonging with your friends.

“Alright, next movie!” you declared, rifling through the stack of DVDs.

But before you could decide, Dabi’s voice broke through the chatter. “I need a drink. Anyone want anything?” He stood up, stretching lazily.

“I’ll take some snacks!” Toga exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Same,” Shigaraki said, a hint of excitement creeping into his otherwise bored tone.

As Dabi headed to the kitchen, you followed, hoping to lighten the mood further. “You know, I’m glad you came. I thought you’d all back out.”

“Why would we do that?” he replied, leaning against the counter, eyes fixed on you. “This is actually kinda… nice.”

His admission caught you off guard. Dabi, usually so guarded, was letting his walls down, even if just a little. You felt your cheeks warm, and you quickly diverted your gaze to the snacks.

“So, uh, what do you think of the mansion?” you asked, trying to maintain a casual tone.

“It’s creepy,” he replied, his expression serious. “But not in a bad way. I get why you like it.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that.”

Dabi met your gaze, and for a moment, the playful atmosphere outside faded away. You could sense a shift between you, something unspoken but lingering in the air. Just as you were about to say more, Toga burst into the kitchen, her energy disrupting the moment.

“Did you guys find the ghost yet?” she joked, peering around the kitchen as if expecting to see a spectral figure.

“No ghost here,” Dabi replied, smirking. “Just us. Boring.”

“Boring? I don’t think so! This place is amazing!” Toga insisted, grabbing a handful of chips and munching loudly.

With snacks in hand, you all returned to the living room. As the second movie started—a classic ghost story—you settled back into your spot, trying to ignore the electric tension that had formed between you and Dabi.

The film had just begun when the lights flickered ominously, casting strange shadows around the room. A low rumble of thunder echoed outside, and the power flickered momentarily.

“Great, just what we need,” Shigaraki grumbled, his annoyance apparent.

Toga laughed nervously. “It’s just part of the ambiance, right?”

As if on cue, the power went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. A collective gasp echoed, followed by a burst of laughter from Toga.

“Okay, this is officially spooky!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with thrill.

“Great. Now we’re in a horror movie,” Shigaraki deadpanned, his eyes glinting in the faint light from the candles.

Dabi, however, seemed unfazed. He pulled out his phone, using its light to illuminate the room. “Guess we’ll have to make our own fun.”

“Like what?” you asked, trying to keep the mood light despite the darkness.

“Ghost stories?” he suggested, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You felt a rush of adrenaline. “Sure! But we can’t just tell any ghost story. It has to be about this mansion!”

Everyone agreed, and the circle formed as you took turns sharing your scariest tales. As you began recounting a particularly chilling story about a lost spirit who haunted the very halls of your mansion, you noticed Dabi leaning closer, his interest piqued.

As the night wore on, the stories became more elaborate, filled with exaggerated details and laughter. You could see Toga getting more animated, while Shigaraki leaned back, pretending to be disinterested but clearly entertained.

Then, suddenly, the lights flickered back on, illuminating the room once more. Dabi leaned back, arms crossed, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Boring,” he declared, earning a round of groans from everyone.

But the mood had shifted again. With the stories lingering in the air, you could feel the energy around you change, becoming more intimate. Dabi’s gaze occasionally flicked to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest.

“Alright, who’s ready for the next movie?” you announced, trying to steer everyone back to the fun.

“I say we watch something scary!” Toga suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah, something that’ll actually make us jump,” Shigaraki added, his tone sarcastic.

You rummaged through the movies, finally settling on a psychological thriller. As the film started, you felt Dabi settle beside you on the couch, his body heat radiating against you. The tension between you two felt electric, every small movement of his heightening your awareness.

Halfway through the movie, as a particularly tense scene unfolded, Dabi suddenly leaned closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It felt comforting, safe. You could feel your heart race, and you glanced sideways at him. He didn’t seem to notice your gaze, his focus entirely on the screen, though you caught a glimpse of a rare softness in his expression.

The film continued, tension building as characters faced impossible choices, and you found yourself drawn into it all—Dabi’s presence beside you, the stories you’d shared, the camaraderie you all had found in this spooky setting.

Just when you thought the night couldn’t get any better, Toga suddenly let out a squeal as a jump scare lit up the screen. Dabi’s grip tightened instinctively, pulling you closer as you stifled a laugh.

You could feel Dabi's heart beating steadily beside you, and his warmth enveloped you like a soft blanket. You tried to focus on the movie, but the moment was charged with a different kind of tension, one that sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. Every so often, you'd catch him glancing at you, his gaze lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

As the plot twisted and turned, the movie's atmosphere grew heavier, filled with dread and suspense. The tension among the group mirrored that of the film, but you could also feel the underlying connection between you and Dabi deepening. When the characters on screen faced peril, you couldn’t help but lean slightly into him, seeking comfort.

"Hey, what's wrong? You scared?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shot him a playful glare. "Maybe a little. It's just… it's a creepy movie!"

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “It’s just a movie, you know. You’re not actually gonna get haunted.” His voice dropped slightly, almost conspiratorial. “Unless you count me as the real ghost here.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Right, a ghost with a fiery personality.”

As the film reached its climax, with suspenseful music heightening the tension, the room was filled with gasps and shouts. Toga was on the edge of her seat, clutching the edge of the couch, while Shigaraki let out an exasperated sigh, trying to act indifferent. But you could tell he was just as engaged, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes.

When the movie finally reached its conclusion, and the credits began to roll, everyone erupted into a discussion about their favorite parts. You were still riding the adrenaline from the film when Dabi leaned back, stretching his arms behind you in a casual yet deliberate manner. His presence enveloped you, leaving no space between your bodies.

“Alright, who’s next to pick a movie?” you asked, trying to keep the energy going.

“I wanna watch something funny now! I need to lighten the mood after that horror fest,” Toga exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.

Shigaraki shrugged. “Whatever. Just don’t pick something stupid.”

With the lights flickering, you rummaged through the stack of movies again, finally landing on a classic comedy. As you set it up, Dabi shifted slightly, allowing you to feel the warmth of his arm against yours.

As the film played, laughter filled the room, and the energy shifted once more. Toga was in fits of giggles, clutching her stomach as she laughed at the antics on screen, while Shigaraki rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed but trying to hide the small smirk on his face.

Dabi, however, had grown quieter. You glanced at him, noticing how he seemed to be lost in thought. His usual laid-back demeanor was replaced by a contemplative expression.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked softly, not wanting to disrupt the laughter around you.

He turned his head, locking eyes with you, and for a moment, the world around you faded away. “Just… thinking,” he replied, his voice low.

“About what?” you pressed gently, curious about what went through his mind.

“Just how this is… different,” he admitted, glancing back at the screen but clearly not focused on the movie anymore. “Not bad different, just… different.”

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I’m glad you’re here, Dabi. It means a lot.”

He met your gaze again, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background—the laughter, the movie, the eerie ambiance of the mansion. “Yeah, well… I guess I didn’t mind it,” he replied, his tone softer than usual.

Before you could respond, Toga suddenly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, but who’s brave enough to explore the mansion? I want to find ghosts!”

“Oh, come on!” Shigaraki groaned. “You’re not serious.”

“Yes! Let’s do it!” Toga insisted, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I’ll go,” you said, catching Dabi’s gaze. “I could use some more adventure, and who knows what we might find?”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes again, clearly not wanting to miss out on anything. “Fine. Just don’t scream and make us all look like idiots.”

With that, the group rallied together, ready for exploration. You could feel the thrill in the air as you made your way through the mansion, guided by the flickering glow of candles.

As you wandered the hallways, the portraits seemed to watch your every move. Dabi stayed close to you, his presence grounding amidst the uncertainty. Occasionally, he’d brush against you, his warmth radiating through the chilly air.

You paused in front of a particularly imposing portrait of an ancestor, the eyes seeming to follow you. “This one gives me the creeps,” you muttered.

“Creeped out by a painting?” Dabi teased, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You turned to him, a mock-serious expression on your face. “It’s not just any painting! It’s a haunted one!”

“Right. And I’m a ghost,” he replied, smirking.

You both shared a laugh, and for a moment, the tension of the night melted away.

As you ventured deeper into the mansion, you heard a creak from upstairs. “Did you hear that?” Toga whispered, her eyes wide.

“Yeah. Let’s check it out,” you suggested, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

As you made your way up the grand staircase, the floorboards creaked beneath your feet. Dabi followed closely behind, and you could sense his protectiveness. As you reached the top, the hallway was dimly lit, with shadows dancing along the walls.

“Okay, we’re here,” you whispered. “What now?”

“Now we listen,” Shigaraki said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

The silence was almost deafening, filled only with the faint sounds of the wind outside. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the hallway, causing the candles to flicker wildly. Toga jumped, grabbing onto your arm tightly.

“Okay, that was creepy,” she squeaked.

Just then, Dabi stepped forward, his expression serious. “Stay close,” he murmured, moving to stand slightly in front of you.

As you wandered down the hall, you passed a door slightly ajar. “What’s in there?” you asked, motioning towards it.

“Let’s find out,” Dabi said, nudging the door open with a flick of his wrist. The room inside was dusty, filled with old furniture and cobwebs. A single window was cracked open, letting in a breeze that made the sheer curtains flutter.

Toga peered in, her curiosity piqued. “Ooh, spooky! Let’s look around!” she exclaimed, stepping inside.

As the group explored, you felt Dabi’s presence close behind you. His warmth was comforting, grounding you amid the eerie ambiance of the room.

Suddenly, Toga let out a small squeal, pointing at a rusted old mirror. “Guys, look! It’s a magic mirror! I bet it shows your future!”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t hide the amusement in his tone. “Or it just reflects your face.”

Dabi stepped forward, looking at the mirror with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, right. I don’t believe in that stuff.”

You moved closer, the mirror reflecting your curious expression. “What if it really does show something? What’s the harm in looking?”

As you stepped in front of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your reflection, but something felt different. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a flicker of a shadow behind you in the glass.

“Did you see that?” you gasped, spinning around.

“See what?” Dabi asked, looking around.

You pointed back at the mirror. “I swear I saw something! It was—”

Before you could finish, the mirror suddenly shattered, glass exploding outward, causing everyone to jump back in surprise.

“Holy—!” Shigaraki shouted, pulling Toga closer as he braced himself.

Dabi instinctively stepped in front of you, his body shielding you from the broken shards. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern etched across his features.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, your heart racing. “But that was creepy!”

Toga laughed nervously, glancing between you and Dabi. “That was the coolest thing ever! It’s like a horror movie!”

“More like a disaster waiting to happen,” Shigaraki muttered, looking unimpressed.

Dabi’s grip on you tightened for a moment, his eyes scanning the room. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, his tone serious.

You nodded in agreement, and the group hurried back into the hallway, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Once back in the main area, the tension shifted. The excitement of exploring the mansion and the spooky atmosphere heightened your awareness of Dabi’s presence beside you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a safe harbor in the chaotic night.

As you settled back in the living room, you glanced over at Dabi. He seemed different now, his usual aloofness replaced by a genuine curiosity.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked softly, trying to gauge his thoughts.

“Yeah, just… a lot happening,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But it’s not bad. Just different, like I said.”

You smiled, appreciating his honesty. “I’m glad you’re here. It makes all of this more fun.”

His gaze met yours, and in that moment, you felt an unspoken connection, a shared understanding of the night’s unpredictability.

“Yeah,” he agreed, a hint of a smile breaking through. “Guess I don’t mind being your ghost tonight.”

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rabbidbunwy · 3 months ago

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Hi !! Would it be okay to ask for Mr. Compress living a double life with the reader as his wife who knows he's secretly Mr. Compress? If you don't feel like doing it then that's okay!

— 【🌷 anon】

Double life ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Contents: Mr.compress[aka:Atsuhiro Sako]!husband x fem!wife reader-love-married life-marriage-cute-fluff-lovey dovey ig?-suggestive

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s:this is my first time writing for him hope you like it!

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Atsuhiro was never the type to settle down, but when he met you, something about you made him feel like he found his other half. He tried to keep that part of his life separate from his villainous life, but you always knew the truth about him from day one. The man you saw on the streets, the man the newspapers called "Mr. Compress" was also the same man who came home to you every night and loved you with everything he had.

It was a constant battle for him to balance those two parts of his life. Compress tried his best to keep it a secret from you, but he knew deep down that you knew. And yet you accepted him for who he was. You loved him, even thought his villainous tendencies and his past. Atsuhiro was grateful for that, but also worried about how it would affect you, especially if his villain life bled into his personal life.

Occasionally, it did. There would be times when Atsuhiro would come home with wounds and injuries from his villain activities, and you would help him tend to them. You never tried to stop him from being a villain, you just worried for his well-being. But he always assured you that he would be careful and that he would come back to you, no matter what.

There were also times when Atsuhiro would have to leave suddenly in the middle of the night to go out on a villain mission. He always made sure to leave you a note explaining where he was going and when he would be back. Although those nights always left you feeling a bit lonely and worried for his safety, you trusted him and knew that he would return to you when everything was over.

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Atsuhiro would sometimes come home exhausted and in need of reassurance after a particularly rough mission. On those nights, he would often crawl into bed with you and pull you into his arms, seeking comfort and warmth. Compress would hold you tightly, his body pressing against yours as he buried his face into your shoulder, taking in your scent and reveling in the closeness. He would wrap his arms around you, caressing your back in soothing motions and whispering sweet words of endearment into your ear.

As you both lay there in each other's arms, Atsuhiro would sometimes share bits and pieces of his Villain life with you. He would tell you about his latest heist or mission, and how it went. He found solace in being able to share that part of his life with you, and he knew that he could trust you with the secrets that he held. And in return, you held him tighter, offering words of comfort and understanding, letting him know that you would always be there for him, no matter what.

"Why did you married me?" you asked one day,in one of those moments "why did you feel in love with me? a simple civilian?" Atsuhiro looked at you, his gaze softening as he replied. "Because you accepted me for who I truly am." He reached out to take your hand in his, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles. "You saw past my villain persona, and accepted my true self, flaws and all." A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "You gave me a sense of normalcy, a life outside of being a villain. You saw the man behind the mask, and fell in love with him." "Besides" He added, his voice growing a bit softer "You're far from being just a simple civilian." He pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as he gazed into your eyes. "You're strong, kind, witty, and absolutely gorgeous." He chuckled, his fingers tracing along your jaw. "I was a goner the moment I laid eyes on you." He leaned in closer, his forehead gently resting against yours. "I don't think I could ever explain exactly why I fell in love with you. It just happened." Atsuhiro's voice was almost a whisper now, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection. "You were different from anyone I had ever met, and I couldn't help but be drawn to you. It's like you were made for me, and I for you."

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It was a quiet evening, and Atsuhiro and you were sitting together on the couch, relaxing after a long day. He had his arm draped over the back of the couch, his fingers idly toying with a strand of your hair. His other hand was resting on your thigh, absentmindedly tracing small patterns against your skin. As you sat there, enjoying his touch,he leaned in closer, his lips gently brushing against your ear. "You know, you look absolutely gorgeous right now." His voice was a low, sultry whisper, and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. You couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. Atsuhiro smirked in response, clearly pleased with your reaction. "You're so easy to fluster" he teased, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above your neck. "It's adorable." He placed a soft, lingering kiss on your neck, his lips gently trailing along the sensitive skin. You shivered at the sensation, a soft gasp escaping you. Compress chuckled lowly, his hand sliding up your thigh, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin. "You're so responsive" he murmured, his lips continuing to graze your neck.

He bit down gently on a particularly sensitive spot, and you let out a soft moan. Atsuhiro smile widened at the sound, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He pressed a few more kisses along your neck, his hand continuing its slow, tantalizing path higher up your thigh. "You make the cutest sounds" he whispered against your skin, his voice low and sultry. "I could listen to you all night."

#bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x fem!reader #my hero academia x you #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x female reader #villain x reader #atsuhiro sako x reader #sako atsuhiro #sako x reader

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thesakuragarnet · 1 year ago

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Only Stops A Sentence (Dabi X Fem!Reader)

Summary: Dabi does everything he can to try to make you feel better during your time of the month.

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

Non-Spicy Tags: heavy smut, Second Person POV, Dabi X Fem!Reader, established relationship, swearing

Word Count: 1,970 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: p3riod s3x, quirk use during s3x, bl00d k!nk, bl00d/m3nstrual cycle, dom top Dabi, bl00d as lub3, creamp!e, d3ad d0ve: do not eat, praise k!nk, dom/sub undertones, cunn!lingus, c0ck warming, vag!nal s3x, bl00d, s3x as pain reliever

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You’d always had particularly painful cycles, but this one was by far the worst. Nothing helped. Not medication, not heating pads, not even trying to get off with the shower head after you realized you started. Nothing was bringing you relief from the intense agonizing sensation in your thighs and nethers. You’d been curled up in a ball on the couch most of the day, in plain sight. Granted, everyone left you alone. They knew better than to mess with you during this time of the month. Toga, in particular, avoided you like the plague; though, this may have been for your own safety. The only person who acknowledged your existence was Dabi (or, Toya, as he had disclosed to you about a week ago). After all, he was your boyfriend and had been for quite some time now. You two clicked as cleanly as if you were two puzzle pieces. You understood each other in ways no one else had. He was very subtle about checking in on you throughout the day. Dabi knew something was wrong the moment he saw you squirming in pain on the couch this morning, and, a few minutes later, he absentmindedly tossed a blanket over you as he passed by on his way out the door.

After about half an hour, he came back with a heating pad, takeout, and a sad, ratty stuffed animal that looked like it had been forcibly wrenched out of a claw machine. He didn’t say anything at all; he didn’t have to. He simply left everything on the table, ruffled your hair, and walked back to whatever meeting the rest of the League was having. Dabi was never super sappy. Words meant nothing to him. People could say whatever they wanted, but, at the end of the day, words were empty; words didn’t always match actions. He preferred to do things instead.

The heating pad did next to nothing, but you were thankful for the food considering you could barely stand, so you didn’t have to leave the couch. Nonetheless, everyone went about the day as normal. There was some sort of mission, that you were obviously excused from, and, soon the day was drawing to a close.

…

You couldn’t sleep. You had no idea what time it was. You were just laying on your side, knees pulled up to your chest, eyes glued to the screen watching the late-night adult cartoons. The hideout had gone quiet, and you assumed everyone had turned in.

You hear the click of boots along the creaky floorboards getting closer and closer before you feel a hand on your shoulder and hot breath in your ear.

“You didn’t think I’d let you go to bed without me, did you?” Toya chuckles darkly before kissing your temple.

“Come on. Sit up,” He grunts, softly shoving your arm. You grimace before wordlessly shaking your head as another wave of incessant cramps strikes.

“That bad, huh?” He sighs before walking around to stand in front of you, blocking your view of the TV.

“Hey!” You protest before he clicks it off, shrouding the room in darkness, save for the thin, grim light of the street lamps leaking in through the window.

“I’ll carry you if I have to,” He says flatly, but you don’t budge. Dabi snorts, and you suddenly feel his arms around you in the dark, lifting you up and cradling you close to his chest. He’s warm. Much warmer and much more comfortable than the heating pad.

…

“Really? All that, and it won’t let up?” Dabi raises his eyebrow after listening to your rant about the abhorrent agony you’ve been wrestling with all day.

“Not even a little,” you groan, clutching your stomach. The two of you were in bed now. Well, Dabi’s bed. Nonetheless, you two might as well be sharing his room with how often you’re in it.

He chews his bottom lip, as if lost in thought, before his eyebrows raise.

“You know,” He murmurs, his eyes slowly becoming half-lidded as he looks you up and down, slowly sliding his hand up your thigh and resting at your hips. “There’s still one thing you haven’t tried.”

“Yes. I tried that already,” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you start to feel a separate ache. Your sex drive tended to heighten during your time of the month, and he wasn’t helping.

“You tried the shower head. We both know I give you stronger ones,” He rasps in your ear, his voice lilting on a low chuckle that sends a chill down your spine. You feel your face get hot.

“No. No, I’m so gross right now. You don’t want that,” you stammer, feeling self-conscious. You didn’t want him to be disgusted with you.

“Oh, I do. I know it’s a cliché, but a period only stops a sentence,” he whispers, his fingertips teasingly tracing along the waistband on your panties. He heats them up ever so slightly, and it feels good.

“If you’re so worried about the mess, go shower. I’ll get some towels. Lemme see if I can help you out,” He offers seductively, nipping at your neck.

…

He’s already lying in wait when you come back, your legs practically shaking from the pain as you stagger back into the room. Within seconds, he sweeps you off your feet, gently lying you back and pulling you to the edge of the bed. Toya gets down on his knees; he easily slides off your pajama pants before looking up at you for consent. You nod, feeling yourself sweat bullets as another shock of pain shoots through you. Slowly, he pulls off your panties and spreads your legs apart. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for a noise of disgust or for him to close your legs. You can already feel the blood starting to flow back out. Nonetheless, you look down to see him staring between your legs, as if he’s transfixed by some fascinating novel discovery. His eyes shift up slightly to meet yours, and you see the familiar glint of raw love in them, which makes your heart flutter. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly leans forward, hiking your legs over his shoulders before he dives between them. You tilt your head back reflexively, moaning as your feel his warm tongue gently tracing up and down your slit. He groans before his eyes close and he slowly slips his tongue inside you. You gasp at the sensation, not realizing you’d been craving it. Goddamn, it felt so good. Tenderly, he flexes his tongue inside you as he slips his hands toward your middle, gripping your pelvis to pull you closer and slightly heating up his hands. You gasp, eyelids fluttering as his tongue-piercing slides against your insides. He pulls away from you ever so slightly before his tongue dances up to your clit, and his name effortlessly falls from your lips as he starts sucking. His tongue gently traces over and over, stimulating all the right places as he teases you, and you look down to see his glittering blue eyes staring up at you with a primal gaze.

"Toya," You whisper breathlessly at each broad stoke; he deliberately takes his time with you, his warm tongue effortlessly teasing your clit. You ever so slightly buck your hips; your body craves more. You need him. You hopelessly need him inside you as much as you need air. Dabi sighs as he finally pulls away, wiping the thin trail of blood off of his mouth with the back of his hand as he stares down at you, eyes full of lust and love.

"You ready for me, princess?" He rasps as he climbs up, his throbbing cock pressing up ever so slightly into you. You nod, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, and a smug smirk spreads across his face as he slowly slides in.

"There ya go," Dabi groans softly as he smoothly slips all the way in, your aching cunt giving almost no resistance to him with the combined lubrication. A strangled whine leaves your lips as you feel his tip kissing the deepest part of you, and he chuckles darkly.

"Does that feel good? To finally have what you've clearly been wanting all day?" He teases, licking the dried blood from his lips. Air hisses from your nostrils as you fight the urge to completely submit to him. Dabi always knows what to say to drive you insane.

"Please," You beg, wishing he would just go ahead and rearrange your guts. Your lover just stares at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands tightly gripping your shoulders.

"Fuck, princess. You've never been this warm before," He sighs, fingernails ever so slightly digging into your shoulders as he shudders. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

Then, he starts rocking his hips back and forth, and sparks practically fly across your vision. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body as he pulls back and forces himself deep inside you. The fleeting sensation of your hips pressed against one another every time he slips all the way inside drives you absolutely wild. You couldn't stop moaning even if you wanted to; it's goddamn euphoria.

"That's a good girl. Lemme fuck your pain away," Toya grunts as he picks up his rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting faster and faster. "Just focus on me, baby. Only me. Only me and how good this feels. How hard I'm fucking you. How you are mine."

You've completely forgotten about the agony plaguing you all day. The only thing you can feel is pure pleasure as he ruts up into you, both of your breaths coming out hot and heavy. You start feeling lighter than air, and a familiar warmth starts pooling in your lower back as you feel your insides starting to wind up like a spring.

"Close," You stutter, sweat dripping down the both of your bodies as he rocks your fucking world, and your hands find their way to his back. Toya gets more aggressive when he feels your nails scratching, carefully avoiding the scars and only raking down his healthy patches. Moans tumble out of your mouth in a rapid-fire manner, and it makes Dabi crave more of you. So much fucking more.

"Come for me. Come for me, darling. I wanna watch you completely fall apart when I come inside you," Dabi huffs, a faint red tint glowing on the unmarred skin above his cheekbones.

"Come inside me, please," You pant pathetically, pushing against his thrusts to get that much more of him inside you. Your lover plunges erratically over and over, and his breathing comes out in rapid exhales.

"You gotta come first. Come first, and I'll fill you up like the good girl you are," His husky voice commands in your ear, and it tips you over the edge.

"Toya, FUCK!" The horny whisper of his real name breaks off into a scream of cursing as you feel the pleasure wreck your body; spasms of oxytocin wash over you and absorb your pain. By the third contraction, Dabi releases, his eyelids fluttering as he empties into you with a quiet gasp. You shudder at the feeling of him pulsing inside you as your muscles involuntarily relax, and he promptly flips the both of you over so that you're lying on top of him, his hands gently tracing circles on your back. You indulge in the feeling of your chest pressed up against his and the sensation of his cock still twitching inside you.

"Feel better?" He chuckles under his breath, and a lovestruck smile plays at your lips.

"Much better," You sigh, nuzzling into his neck as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep.

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