#dabi bnha

[shndk]

& I will be cheering him on

[anime-as-textposts]

[pastel-basil]

Maybe in a different universe

[nikolaiokay]

he loves cats

[giyuuicxns]

[baby-tini]

Dabis favorite thing in bed is you riding him, he loves watching you bounce on his cock as he smokes a cigarette, hearing you whine all pretty for him while he uses a hand to rock your hips back and forth as you leave pretty red scratches down his scarred chest. Your pretty tits bouncing in his face as you bless his ears with choked whimpers, pleading with him to let you cum as he shudders from you tightening around him. He lets out the prettiest whines when he gets close, letting out stuttered pants as you lean close to his face, praising him for how good his cock feels, how good it makes you feel. How he always makes you cum and how you find it so pretty when his hands tighten around your hips to keep himself grounded, begging you to give him a break when he's overstimulated. Pleading with you you to just give him a second as those pretty groans turn into pitiful whines as you continue to bounce on his spent cock.

"Baby, baby, baby... please baby, give me a break... oh fuuck," or. "Can- can't cum again... please just- shiiit just a second doll," or. "Tight fucking cunt.. trying to bleed me dry, huh? yeah yeah yeah yeah, you fucking love this cock," and even. "Too much, too much... it hurts baby please... just a second baby I promise." @isabeauwolf

[myheromedia]

The League

[catchingdaydreams]

Hawks you shouldn't tease him...

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒜𝐵𝒪𝒰𝒯 . . .

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ asphyxiation ﾉ breeding ﾉ doggy style ﾉ riding ﾉ full nelson ﾉ dick piercings ﾉ profanity

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . .

Dabi’s favourite positions.

He enjoys a classic doggy. He loves how his scolding hot hands, ribbed and marred from years of misuse, mould into the pudgy flesh cushioning your hips and tummy. Squeezing the life out of you with clawed crooked fingers stabbing into your stomach while he stuffs his lengthy shaft all the way up to the stiff peak of your cervix, kissing the tiny opening with the dangerously armed tip of his pierced cock, threatening to splurge the entrance of your womb with wet, sticky seed. It makes him feel like a dog, a ferocious hound, a wild beast. Surviving to live and living to survive. Rutting with warm pants and throaty howls, grunting into the soft hairs that line your nape as he hunches over the extension of your spine, anticipating the moment he finally gets to fill your bitch pussy up with his puppies.

On the other hand, he’s also an avid enjoyer of having you hump him. He’ll pick you up by your shoulders, interlocking each of his lithe fingers around your limbs as he poises you atop his painfully erect dick, sitting your ass down on his hips as they bump up into your soft squishy bits, commanding you to ride him like his own little cowgirl. You complain that you’re tired after the first minute or so, it’s a constant but he just doesn’t seem to care. He’ll swat the meat of your plump butt with a flick of his wrist, telling you to “giddyup” and ride him properly, hissing through grit teeth to “bounce up and down on his fat-ass horse cock.” With splayed palms, his hands rest limply at your haunches, stroking the prickled fuzz of hair growing along your calves and below your thighs as you claw and clutch at the layer of fat chubbing his otherwise lean abs, nails scrunching and sprouting along the fleshy ripples every time he bucks up into you with a sly grin. Sneering at your startled yelps and pitiful whimpers.

But what really gets Dabi going, what really tickles his fancy. Is when you let him fold you like a deck chair. His drug of choice would have to be a nice, stuffy full nelson. One where you let him crumple you up like a tin can in his fist, one where he has your legs sticking out every which way, twitching and shivering and shuddering like a spider beneath his boot. He thinks you look so sweet like that, when he has your arms smushed between your tits, and your thighs locked on his elbows, no where to run and definitely no where to hide. He’ll do you in front of the mirror, all so he can see that cute violet hue overcome your features whence he’s blocked your air ways for a second or five too many. Biceps shaking, evidence of his lassitude after purposely trying to choke you out with his manhood fucked half-way inside that puffy little cunny he loves to hurt so much. He’ll chew his lip as you gasp and splutter, barely attempting to stifle the ashen chuckle that threatens to erupt as flecks of spittle fly onto his hairy thighs. Cooing at you, he’ll rub lines into your buzzing clit, nuzzling and huffing into your ear while he taps and faps away at the hard lovebud, refusing to move when you panic, flailing and screeching as the stimulation becomes too overbearing. Only then will he relent, recollecting your flapping arms and legs to spear you from the bottom, lowering you up and down his smouldering hot length, spiked with hooks and other metal weaponry a-geared to tear your delicate pussy open from the inside out.

[dabiloveln]

f7ck it, i can fix him *adds kisses stains*

[anime-as-textposts]

[pastel-basil]

Touya and Keigo but make it TV Girl

[harleys1nhawaii]

IGNITE THE HEAT [dabi / todoroki touya x f!reader]

thinking about dabi riling you up and giving you all of him for hours, just to stop and grin at you from above seconds before you can release that knot in your stomach. your cheeks are burning from tears and your aching cunt is clenching around nothing, laying in the wet patch trembling and desperate. his hands grabbing your waist and hips down, grounding you into the soaked matress as his mouth stretches into a grin so wide, the metal staples start leaking blood.

“f-fuck, dabi!” you whimper as your cheeks stain with more of the salty liquid. your voice is strained and too weak, your throat is dry from all the restless vocal show you gave him. “why? why are y’ doing this?” it only fuels his desire. feeling a rush of primal satisfaction, knowing that he was the cause of your pleasure and pain, the reason for your weakened state.

“shh, doll.” he presses his lips against your neck, his voice a low rumble. his tongue darting out to flick against the shell of your ear. “you’re doin’ so well f’ me. so fucking good, doll, letting me break you like this.”

dabi’s touch is gentle, his fingers wiping the tears from your cheeks with a tenderness that seemed almost uncharacteristic of him. “don’t cry now, doll. just a little longer, i promise. you can hold on a little more f’ me, can’t you?” you can’t help but nod in silence, eyes pleading at him through wet lashes and heavy lids.

“that’s a good girl.” he murmurs, voice low and possessive. your hands grip onto the sheets again as your voice breaks, feeling him deep inside your sensitive walls.

despite his soft, comforting words, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. you couldn’t catch it when your body ached with need, your mind a haze of desire and frustration. it was as if he knew something you didn't, as if he was planning to keep playing with you, even after he promised to give you the release you so desperately craved.

the night went on, his hands continued to explore your body, touching, caressing, teasing. but instead of bringing you closer to the edge of release, he kept you balanced on that precarious precipice, never pushing you over the edge. he smugly whispered his “just a little longer”’s, kept telling you how good you were being, how patient you were, how much he loved the sound you made when you were on the edge of release, to never give you the relief of it for another couple of hours.

[sweetfushi]

LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS.

fluff | dabi x reader, allusions to crying | word count. 0.3k ◦ notes. i just wanna hold him :( @zumicho

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” Dabi rasps, breaking his gaze away from the TV to observe your soft breaths and fluttering lashes as you lay on his chest.

He’s in a slightly uncomfortable position, in which his back is curved against the headboard enough for his chest and torso to be accessible to you as you curl into him. You insisted that he sit up and just let you lay on his lap but he wouldn’t allow it. The closer you are to him, the safer he feels.

You don’t respond with anything other than a soft hum as you pull a blanket around you. As you do, you feel Dabi start to stroke and caress your hair, soothing and lulling you to the brink of unconsciousness.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he hums. “Just relax for me.”

Upon hearing that, you have to refrain from slapping him as hearing that come out his mouth gets you excited more than anything – the opposite of what he intended to happen. So instead of following through with your thoughts, you wrap an arm around his torso and pull him impossibly closer, to the point where he has to finally adjust his position to lay down fully.

Eventually, you zone the TV out until all you can focus on is your and his breathing patterns. Sometimes, you feel him crane his neck to kiss the top of your head and hear him mumble sweet words of adoration to you amidst your semi-unconscious state. He knows you’re too tired to do anything but mumble incoherently.

“I love you, dove. So much.”

At this point, you feel as though you can’t sleep from the lump forming in your throat. Thus, you sit up and gaze up at him with sunken yet curious eyes. Dabi spots the sadness in your gaze and smiles before picking you up and sitting you on his lap, his large hand on the back of your head being used to guide you to lay on his chest again.

“I love you too, Dabi.”

He huffs out a small laugh but feels his throat tighten and his voice break at your affection.

“I know, dove. I know.”

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[baby-tini]

This man burns the sheets when he cums. Especially if you're riding him, his head thrown back, tight grip on the soaked sheets as he whimpers... hands always moving. He can never keep still when he's about to cum, especially if you're overstimulating his cock, continously pulling orgasm after orgasm out of him. He panting like dehydrated dog, running his hands over your thighs, slapping your ass, playing with your pretty tits. He just can't. keep. still. So in turn, anytime he tries too touch you, you bat his hands away, so now his only hold on reality is the ruined sheets, pulling so harshly they start to tear at the seams, and that's when you smell it. Burnt cloth filling your lungs as you catch blue flames in the corner of your eyes.

He's shaking, body convulsing as he whines. Thighs shaking as the sheets start to burn, back arching while his eyes roll back. Pleasding for you too keep going, let him fill you up again, tight, wet cunt squeezing him for everything he's worth. Your nails scratching nasty, red marks down his chest. Sweaty strands of white hair sticking to his forehead as cerulean eyes stare up at you, onyx swallowing the blue whole.

"Please baby... fuckkk- keep going, yeah, yeah- just like that. Tightest fucking cunt, you want my cum so bad, don't you slut, huh?... mmhm shit." And of course, "sorry for the sheets babe, I'll buy you new ones pretty girl."

@dabislittlemouse I keep reading and re-reading your "riding dabi" post. He's so fucking pretty, also I feel like he gets tired from over-using his quirk so he'll have you ride him quite often.

[midgart]

I was missing the villain crew :x