#dabi shut the fuck up challenge

[d1s1ntegrated]

can you do headcanons of shigaraki x reader who is goth with a strong, intelligent personality?

also, what do you think his type is? for some reason i feel like he’s more drawn into alternative ppl 🤭

shigaraki is a goth girl fanatic, i know this bc he is my husband and i am goth.

anyways!

shigaraki x alt!gf hcs! (some nsfw) ╭-°—✞—˚✧❨✧˚—✞—°-╮

shiggy most def loves anything alternative

i mean, he's chronically online, all certified gamer boys need their goth gf/bf/so

goth, emo, scene, metal, alt, etc

has a soft spot for specifically lip and brow piercings, but digs a good old fashioned nose ring or two

he listens to metalcore/numetal a lot

thigh/ass guy for sure, so thicc goths>>>>

was shocked when u of all people wanted him

literally his fantasies came true. he was so ecstatic

actually prefers smart people. he needs someone who understands him, but also can help him rationalize his thoughts

or calm him down when he's off a bean

he wont show that though, he's gotta be the best person in the room at all times

"you're stupid as fuck, stop talking" (drooling)

"shut the fuck up and just sit pretty for me" (cumming)

asks you for help in secret bc his ego is too big around everyone else

likes when you're outspoken and witty, enjoys the challenge honestly

"step on me" (joking. unless??)

loves to watch you do your makeup, especially eyeliner

"can you do that thing where like....? where it looks like it's running? and messy? i dont fucking care what it's called just do that"

"fine, i'll do it myself" (horny)

big t-shirt x little skirt or shorts >>>>> yeah he fucks w that

also really likes tights. he fantasizes ab ripping fishnets w his teeth

u let him do it once, ofc

likes geeking out ab metal/emo bands w u

he specifically rlly likes slipknot, bullet for my valentine, loathe, orgy, the used, soad, and falling in reverse (some of his music taste is lowk toxic but its okay cause hes hot)

"i made you a spotify playlist"

fucks like a GOD if you're in a skirt. like he just fucking folds and worships you

"no no keep it on"

he loves having scary dog privileges

"this is my girlfriend and she will eat you. fuck off"

loves tattoos. like LOVES. wants some of his own. (besides the shitty stick and pokes on his wrist from spinner)

he has piercings too: his nose, snakebites, gauges, nipples (dabi convinced him for that one, he doesn't hate it)

his fav movie is sleepy hollow

and edward scissorhands

he relates a lot to that movie actually ;-; cutie baby

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this was obv one of my fav ones to do, for no particular reason

thank u for the ask fellow goth babe <3 mwah

[linphd]

Hi, wanted to say your work is amazing and it is literally a masterpiece 💅❤ could I request a dabi x female y/n but dabi is a UA student and he isn't a villain. Lol I know it might be a bit challenging because dabi is known as a villain but I would really appreciate it if you could do it. Anyway have a good day😊 and thank you for all that you do because it really makes a difference in my life😘

Asking you out | U.A students Headcanons

gender neutral

-> Went more on asking Y/N out rather than dating for now, cause I was more inspired and I didn’t have time to write recently.

-> An AU where they’re U.A students. Big spoilers for their backstories, obviously.

-> Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Himiko Toga.

Touya Todoroki | Dabi

Touya met you at the recommended students exam, so of course your quirk caught his eye. Sure, he was not like his father. Still, you were impressive enough to have been recommended despite your parents not being heroes, unlike him. Surely it was your skills, right ?

He tried to talk to you at that said examen, but you were too focused to really continue his chit chat. So, he tried again once you ended up in 1A. He was a bit bothered when you only replied « Damn, don’t you look like Endeavor a lot ? ». « Hm… yeah, I’m literally named Touya Todoroki ? » oh. that made sense then.

Due to your strength, you were both often training together, always trying to push your limits. Yet, during all these training sessions, Touya always seemed kind of arrogant. Always looking down at you, when you weren’t really weak against him !

All of that changed during the sports festival. He would have won if it wasn’t for his resentment towards his dad that distracted him during his last fight. Yes, he had won against you. But you had felt bad for him after seeing all these looks towards he father that he kept on giving.

The biggest surprise of this festival was that he actually asked you out, out of the blue, after the medals were given. « Is that a kind of prank ? » you asked. « Of course not ! », « But you always look so annoyed by me ? » you genuinely asked.

« (Y/N)… I’m literally awkward and embarrassed every time I hang out with you. » you giggled. « Which is a lot. We’re often paired up during trainings. » he nodded, smiling at your reaction. « Alright, then. Let’s go out. » you replied. And just like that, he smiled even more.

Tenko Shimura | Tomura Shigaraki

Despite being a very nice guy, Tenko was used to people feeling unease after having witnessed his quirk. So, he was relieved when, at U.A, people still respected his quirk despite being scared of it. But you were different to his eyes.

Indeed, you immediately caught his attention during the first hero training, after he noticed the dangerous and destructive nature of your quirk, just like his. But unlike him, you didn’t seem insecure about it ; you were embracing it and looked like the most confident student he knew.

You got along rather fast with him. He was a bit shy, but very sympathetic. And you were sat behind him in class, so he let you borrowed some pencils and stuff, from time to time. And he was happy to have a friend like you, inspiring him to embrace his quirk as well.

It was no surprise that he developed a crush on you. But it was more of a surprise when he asked you out confidently. Indeed, during a joint training, someone from 1B mentioned the dangerous nature of his quirk. « You might as well turn out a villain if you find being a hero boring, one day. » And you had heard it.

« Shut the fuck up, you’re lucky he’s nice ! If he was a villain, you would be dead already. » you spat. « He’s stronger than you, I hope you have to go against him so you’ll shut up about his quirk. » Tenko smiled at you, seeing the other student close his mouth.

He walked up to you after the joint training. « (Y/N)… thank you. I wish I was as confident as you are… », « No problem. I wouldn’t like people talking like that about my quirk, sooo… » he nodded. « … That’s gonna be out of the blue, but… would you… go out with me ? » he asked, looking straight into your eyes. You smiled. « Took you long enough ! » agreeing.

Himiko Toga

Ever since school started, Himiko was the weird girl. To you, she seemed nice. And she was, indeed, nice…. but a bit creepy. It started when everyone introduced themselves, and she had started talking about being kidnapped by villains. How she would react, what she would try to do…

She would always talk about how fights weren’t entertaining it they weren’t bloody enough. And even though she still wanted to be a hero, everyone felt unease when she insisted on using real knives during training, without hesitating when it came to stabbing her classmates.

But she liked you… appreciated you, at least. Despite Himiko being creepy, you would always wave at her when arriving and when leaving. Sure, Ochaco and Tsuyu were still talking to her sometimes, but she wasn’t attracted to them like she was to you.

You started hanging out with her, even outside school, when she defended you. Some Ketsubutsu students were making fun of your quirk after having watched the sports festival, which turned your provisional licence exam into an even more stressful event.

She just arrived, as creepy as she is, and agitated her knife enough to make them go away. After thanking her, you felt like having to hang out with her so you wouldn’t owe her anything. Yet, you didn’t expect her to be like any other girl you were talking with.

As your friendship grew, and as the other girls included her in everything now that they realized that, despite being creepy, she was still nice and likeable, you started playing truth or dare. When the bottle ending up on you, she just said « dare to go out with me » in her own creepy voice. You only giggled at her tone, agreeing happily.

I feel like those aren’t good tbh… hope y’all will like it anyways. It’s been in my drafts for a while and I wanted to finally finish shigaraki’s part so I could publish it before finding out what happens to Dabi in the scans lol… also I’m running out of ideas of what to write cause y’know this blog has been around since June 2019 so it eventually runs out of some ideas/inspiration… hope it’ll come back lol

[fleetwoodmoth]

Chronic Pain

In which Omen doesn't know how to use their words and Dabi has to figure it out.

Hey I've not written smut in... many months so please be kind. It's just two fucked up villans fucking.

Content Warnings 🔞⚠️: breath play, rough sex.

“Please,” Omen hisses against the soft skin of Dabi's throat, their hands grabbing at his shirt, their movements uncharacteristically forceful as they press him against the back of his door.

“Shit, Omen, wait,” Dabi hisses, shoving them back enough to remove his jacket. He's bandaged from the navel to just beneath his armpits, the result of a fight, and normally Omen would be cognizant of such a thing, but tonight they were near manic, and Dabi knew what that meant, what they needed.

“Please,” they try again, this time a little less urgent, more drawn out, and Dabi wonders if they're on something the way their pupils are blown out and their face is flushed red.

“What'd you take?” He asked through the assault of kisses and nips to his lower lip.

“Nothing, I just need you okay?” Their voice was small, needy, and Dabi caught their jaw in his palm, forcing them to stop and actually look at him.

Sure their pupils were dilated, and they panted like a stressed dog, but their gaze was focused, almost unnervingly so.

“You lyin'?” He asks, pulling their face close, but not close enough so their lips touch.

“No,” they whine, face scrunching in frustration, tears pricking the edge of their eyes and he has to decide to trust them.

With another shove he sends them back into the mattress of his dingy room, and they flop down with a grin, satisfied with his acceptance.

“Don't look at me like that,” he snaps but they can see how turned on he is and as he kneels down on the mattress they grope at him, sliding their hand between his legs and squeezing, eliciting a groan from him and a half aborted roll of his hips.

“Like what?” They ask with faux innocence which earns them a glare from the blue flame user.

They giggle, soft and lilting. They're not on anything but they sure are dealing with something, they always fell into that immature girlishness when they were hiding something.

Dabi let out a rumbling sigh as he crawled towards them, caging them in as they squirmed and laughed like this was some kind of a game. And for them it might as well be.

“I'm going to find out what's going on,” Dabi says into their ear, “even if I have to fuck it out of you.”

Omen faltered at that, their facade wasn't working, and why would it? Dabi could see past any bullshit they put up, but that didn't mean they stopped trying to hide their troubles.

“Shut up and do it already then,” they challenge in the same low tone he used with them.

Dabi let out a low growl as they close the space to lick and kiss at his exposed throat. They nipped, harder and harder.

“Little moth,” he warns.

They bite down and draw blood, sharp teeth piercing delicate scarred skin. He moves in an instant, his hand grabbing their throat and slamming them back into the mattress. They let out a choking noise followed by a keen, eyes rolling as they bit their lip.

“That what you want huh?” He murmurs into their ear, “can't use your words?”

Omen opens their mouth to speak but Dabi squeezes and cuts off their voice.

“Doesn't look like you can,” he says and he finally cracks a smile.

Omen whimpers around his hand, and Dabi realizes he was too focused on their face to notice what their hands were doing.

“You little slut,” he chuckles, reaching down with his free hand to grab their wrist, their hand buried between their legs.

“You're getting off to just this? Do you really need me then?” He asks with false hurt in his voice.

Omen opens their mouth to speak again and Dabi squeezes again, eliciting another choked out squeal. He pulls their soaked fingers from their panties, bringing their hand up into sight so he can study them.

“Shit, you are getting off to this, whore,” he snickers, leaning down to press his mouth to their's in a harsh kiss, biting down on their lip, and when they whine he squeezes his fingers again, relishing the panicked fluttering of their pulse beneath his fingertips.

“You want it that bad huh?” He asks and they nod.

“What's that?”

They open their mouth and he squeezes again, their eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling back.

“I couldn't hear you,” he hummed.

“Dabi,” they whine, voice hoarse.

“What is it little moth?” he asks, “this flame too hot for you?”

They wriggle beneath him, thighs squeezing together, cunt clenching around nothing.

“Please?” they ask again and Dabi just chuckles.

“Hmm,” he hums, looking again at their hand, wrist clenched in his, theirs were so delicate compared to his own.

“I think you were doing a good enough job yourself,” he murmurs, before bringing their fingers up to his lips and lapping at the drying wetness, before pulling them free from his lips with a pop.

“Why don't you just finish yourself off huh? Or do you need me squeezing the life out of you to get off?” He asks patronizingly.

“Need you–,” they whine only to get cut off by the squeeze of Dabi's hand.

“Ah ah, cut that shit, what do you want Omen,” he says, again, voice patronizing.

They whine and wriggle but he doesn't let up until they're gasping.

“What. Do. You. Want?”

“To feel!” They finally cry out, frustrated tears pricking their eyes again.

Dabi's hand relaxes against their throat, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

“There that wasn't too bad was it?”

Omen sticks out their lower lip in a pout and Dabi leans down to bite it, causing Omen to give a small yelp followed by a giggle.

“What's got my little moth not feeling?” He asks against their mouth.

“Pain,” they sigh, and it's the first word they've said in a normal voice.

Dabi frowns, “where is it little moth?” He asks.

“Back,” they whisper, almost timid now.

“You could have just told me you know,” he mumbles against the corner of their mouth, and they sigh.

“I know.”

“But you didn't wanna ask?”

Omen nods.

With a sudden movement Dabi leans back and flips Omen over onto their stomach, a yelp escaping them before it turns to a moan as Dabi palms at their ass beneath their skirt he has hiked up. He knows they won't want to talk about it, so he will just have to make good on his end of the deal.

Omen shutters, whining into the mattress as he pulls their panties down their hips, shoving their knees apart, their bare ass up in the air leaving them trembling with anticipation. He curls over them, one hand slipping into their hair the other moving between their legs.

“Shit,” he hisses into their ear, “you're so wet already moth,” he hums.

He brings his slicked fingers up to their mouth, “taste,” he says as he presses his rough fingertips against their tongue.

Omen moans around his fingers only for their whole body to tighten up, back arching, as Dabi shoves his cock inside without warning. Omen lets out a whine, high and keening, they hadn't even heard him undo his belt.

“That's it, open up for me,” he grunts in their ear.

His arms move to wrap around them, the two of them pressed tight together as Dabi begins to move his hips, burying his face in Omen's hair.

“Let go, c'mon, you were so needy before, what happened? Got scared?” He taunts and Omen whimpers, fingers curling in the fabric of his sheets.

“N--Not scared,” they manage but soon they gasp as Dabi's hand slides around their throat again.

“Of course not, you wanted this didn't you?” He asks as he tightens his fingers and Omen lets out another throaty whine.

“Ye–” they gag as he squeezes again and Dabi can feel their insides fluttering at the sensation.

He chuckles, “that's it, that's what you wanted.”

Omen goes loose in his arms which become the only thing keeping them up on their knees as he fucks into them, his thrusts becoming more and more insistent. Omen's eyes are rolled back, mouth agape, face pink and breath coming in heavy pants. Like a bitch in heat they rut back against him, letting out all manners of whines and whimpers and moans.

Each time they near their peak, greedy cunt pulling Dabi's cock inside, he slows, releasing the tension around their throat before he deems them ready to pick back up again. And again he squeezes and thrusts and whispers nasty little things into their ear until finally the tears flow free and he relents.

“C'mon moth, c'mon, be good, cum on my cock for me won't you?” He asks, but his body demands, hips snapping forward in a sloppy rhythm, and Omen knows he's close.

“Da–bi–!” Omen chokes around his fist on their throat as their thighs tremble and their cunt clenches hard.

Their body goes rigid, their moans cut short as they flinch and twitch with each wave of pleasure that crashes over them. Dabi lets them go, allowing them to go limp against the bed as he pulls his cock free of their aching cunt and spills his cum across their ass and thighs in thick ropes.

They both collapse. Two bodies heaving and slack against the bedspread, the quiet air smelling of sex and sounding of heavy breathing. Finally, in the aftermath, Dabi reaches over with a shaking hand and pulls Omen against him, tucking their head under his chin as he runs his fingers through their damp hair.

“How you feelin?” He asks quietly, his voice softer than before.

“Better,” they answer, voice hoarse in comparison.

“Good,” he presses a kiss to the crown of their head, his body radiating warmth, palms kneading at their sore muscles across their back.

“Next time, just ask,” he mumbles and Omen giggles.

“But this was much more fun.”

[jaybird-fanfics]

Villain Roommate |Chapter Twenty Four|

Something was off with Dabi. You noticed that ever since that night he left in a hurry, that he had been acting weird. Not only that, but he has been full on avoiding you. Normally you wouldn't think of it like that. Dabi being away for a while and not coming home wasn't anything new. But he was gone longer than he's ever been. The only time you see him is when you're called in by Shigaraki. But Dabi would not speak to you, he barely looked at you. And when he got you home, he left right away. 

At first you thought, maybe you've done something to tick him off, then quickly set aside that thought. As far as you know, you've done nothing to upset him. So why was he acting like this? You couldn't exactly ask him why, as he was never at home now. So you decided to bring it up during your latest visit to the league. 

You did your healing then left, as you were leaving, that's when you asked. "Dabi?" He answered with a barely audible "yeah?". You look up at him, his eyes were set on what was ahead of him. "Why have you been avoiding me?" Dabi didn't answer, he just kept walking until you came upon the set of stairs that would eventually lead out of the warehouse. "Dabi." You say more sternly. "I'm not avoiding you." He finally said. "Yes you are, you don't talk to me anymore, you don't even look at me. Not to mention you haven't been home in forever." You didn't really care much about that last part. He could come and go as much as he wanted. But straight up ignoring you for seemingly no reason was just bothersome.  

"So what's your problem? Because honestly, you're acting like a child and-" You about tripped on one of the stairs, though Dabi was quick to catch you. He made sure you got your footing before walking ahead of you. "I don't have a problem. Maybe I just needed some time to myself." He says. You did actually consider that. But that didn't explain the whole, ignoring you thing. "That's fine if you want some alone time. But I haven't done shit to deserve being ignored."Dabi stopped and turned his head. "So now all of a sudden you crave attention?" He was trying to change the subject.

"No, that's not what I meant! I don't care if you ignore me or not, but at least tell me why." Dabi scoffed. "Sounds like you do care." Annoyance was quickly turning into anger, for the both of you. "Dabi, have I really done something to piss you off? If so, you need to tell me." 

"Why should I?" 

"So have done something then?" You ask. "Never said that." Dabi turned to keep walking. You glare daggers at his back. You quicken your pace and stand in front of him, causing him to stop. "You really are acting like a child you know? You just start avoiding me out of nowhere, you won't tell me why, and when I try to get an answer out of you, you act like a smartass! All I want, is some sort of explanation! Then I'll shut up, you'd like that wouldn't you? So hurry up and tell me already!"

"You're over here bitching and whining, and you're calling me a child?" Dabi tries to move past you. "You're not going anywhere until you tell me why." You say firmly. Dabi stares down at you, unfazed by your threat. "And what's stopping me from making you move?" He said lowly. You didn't back down, you met his cold stare. "Go ahead then." You challenged. "Make me."

Dabi tsked, grabbing your shoulders and pining you against the wall. You were shocked by the sudden action, but didn't let him see it. You continued to stare defiantly into his eyes. His eyes didn't break away from yours, and neither did yours to his. "God, you are so fucking persistent and annoying." He started. "You wanna know so badly? Huh? Fine. I am avoiding you, happy?" 

"No." You say bitterly. "I wanna know why." 

"Because I fucking-" Dabi's voice rose with his anger, but he calmed himself down. "Because you made me do this. It's your fault I feel this way, and now I'm stuck feeling like this." He knew he shouldn't be blaming you for this. But he didn't know any other way to go about it. He doesn't know what to do with himself. "I didn't make you do shit!" You exclaim. 

"I know! Just shut up and fucking listen." Dabi exhales deeply before speaking again. Here goes pretty much everything. He was risking a lot telling you this. And he already knows how you'll react...

"I...I have feelings for you." 

Your eyes went wide at his words. Did you hear him correctly? Dabi. Of all the people in the world. Dabi, had feelings for you. Why? How? What in the fuck was going on right now? You opened you mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words. What could you say to that? Thankfully Dabi continued speaking. "I already know you don't feel the same, so spare me the pitiful rejection. You have no idea how much I fucking hate this." Dabi looked down, his hair blocking your view of his face. 

"I can't have feelings for someone. I can't love someone. It's just, not possible for someone like me. No one should be tied down to a person like myself." 

Your shocked expression turned soft, saddened. "Dabi..." You cup his face and made him look at you once again. "What are you trying to say? That you're unlovable or something?" Dabi weakly laughed. "Isn't it obvious? Just look at me. Look where I've landed myself. The shit I've done, the people I've killed. No one wants this." 

"That doesn't mean you're incapable of love." You try to tell him. "You...you're not..." You couldn't find the right words. Dabi was not a good person. He was a dangerous man, a criminal, a villain. He's killed many, and hurt far more. He's involved with a gang of killers alike. But did that mean he was not deserving of love? Many would say yes but, you couldn't go that far. "Dabi, you are deserving of love. No matter who it's from. I might not be able to return those feelings, but that doesn't mean someone else wont. I'm sure there is someone out there who can give you what you want."

Dabi put his hand over yours. "I'm doomed to walk this Earth alone, I made my choice a long time ago."

"No one is born into this world to be alone. Not even you Dabi. You might not like them, but you have the league...you have me. I won't let you be alone." 

Dabi's mouth fell agape, blood fell from the scars under his eyes. Frightened, you begin to panic. "Dabi! You're bleeding! Are you hurt? Hang on, I'll-"

Dabi pulled you into his embrace, his arms tight around your body. You felt his shoulders shaking, his hold on you became tighter, more desperate. Was he...crying? You never seen Dabi cry before. This was, so vulnerable of him. You didn't think he could be like this, no, everyone could be like this. Dabi just has never been like this, around you. You didn't say anything, you just rubbed your hand up and down his back. 

He comforted you once, now it was your turn to do the same. 

"As long as I'm here, you'll never be alone again." You say softly. "I promise."

You and Dabi didn't talk the rest of the way home. What could you say to each other after what happened back there? The both of you walked inside the house, you decided you were going to head to bed, assuming Dabi would just leave again. But what he said, surprised you. 

"Y/n?" He started. "Do you mind if I stay? I don't...I don't want..." 

You turn to him with a gentle smile. "I told you I wouldn't let you be alone, didn't I?" You couldn't believe you were about to do this. You lead Dabi to your bedroom. You couldn't help but feel for him. There were times, when you would feel alone. Want someone's anyone's company, but was met with nothing. You understood, which is why you were doing this. Dabi had only ever slept in the same bed with you once before, and it was because he was drunk. 

But he was fully sober, and aware of what was going on tonight. "I'll keep to myself." Dabi muttered. You chuckle. "Just shut up and get in the bed, I'm exhausted." You say as you get comfortable under the covers. Dabi cracked a smile before joining you. He did what he promised however, he moved to the far edge of the bed, away from you. You give him an appreciative look, but reached for him. "Might as well get comfortable." You tell him. 

He took that as permission to inch closer, but he made sure there was still enough space between the two of you. "Thanks." He said quietly. "For what?" You asked. "For letting me stay, for everything really." 

You ruffle his spiky hair before closing your eyes. "You're welcome, you big softy." 

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[inkykeiji]

i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back

character: dabi | todoroki touya

notes: stepcest (kind of—ur parents aren’t married yet) with dabi-as-touya x a very naïve and inexperienced reader, normal!AU (no quirks, dabi also has tattoos over his scarred + fully healed skin), university!reader, implied yakuza!dabi, excessive use of the words niichan and good, praise kink, fingering, face fucking, title credit = save that shit by lil peep lmao  uhhhh yeah i hc dabi as a very intelligent and perceptive individual soooo i feel like he’d be a master at reading a person & their emotions and then adapting his manipulation techniques

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), noncon/dubcon, slight somnophilia, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, size difference, slight degradation, mentions of drug use

words: 7.1k

part 2.1 | part 2.2

synopsis:

“You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, when you lay awake in your bed, you’ll feel ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

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Your dad’s been dating Rei for a while—nearly a year, now—when things begin to get serious, and he proposes to her.

She accepts, so it’s not exactly a surprise when she suggests you guys move in with her—she’s got more than enough space, she tells you, it’s just her and her son in that big old house—and your dad seems pretty thrilled about it. This was the next step before marriage, after all.

You like Rei well enough, she’s always been nothing but sweet to you, and anyway, your father’s relationship really isn’t any of your business or concern.

It isn’t that you don’t want to move in with her—her house is in a better part of the neighborhood, a standard detached upper-middle class home, and just a short walk from a bus stop that’ll take you directly to university, which you start in a week.

It’s just…You’re a little apprehensive.

You know she has kids. She mentions them in passing every once in a while, but you can’t for the life of you remember their names, or their ages, or how many of them there are. You know they don’t all live with her, that her relationship with her ex-husband is complicated and rocky at best.

But you’re still surprised to hear that only one of them, her eldest, lives with her. She tells you he’s five years older than you are, that he’s a clever, smart boy, going off on a tangent about how disappointed she is that he didn’t go to university, because ‘he would’ve done so well—he could’ve shone so brightly.’ Something about the way she says that, the way her voice sounds almost sad, makes anxiety turn to lead in your stomach. She talks about him as if he’s already a lost cause, but he’s only in his mid-twenties, isn’t he?

You understand the moment you see him. The man standing in front of you as you shift from foot to foot unsurely in the foyer of this unfamiliar house is about as far from what you anticipated as he could possibly be.

He’s tall, skin pale as moonlight, with jet black hair and the most stunning blue eyes you’ve ever seen. But that isn’t what captivates you. It isn’t the lip ring curled around his bottom lip snuggly, and it isn’t the tongue piercing you’re about to find out he’s hiding in his mouth, either.

Every inch of the exposed skin of his arms is covered in intricate, seamlessly flowing tattoos—or, for a moment, you thought it was tattoos, plural. Upon closer inspection, you realize that each arm is actually covered in one giant tattoo, giving a new definition to the term ‘sleeve’. It’s all black ink, not a splash of colour anywhere, depicting an extremely detailed and anatomically correct mechanical arm, complete with what would’ve been joints, ligaments and bones in the form of wires and steel.

The tattoos extend onto the tops of his hands, made to look as if surgical staples are peeling his skin back to reveal the robot beneath. This same tattoo continues up his neck, along his jaw and onto his cheeks, all the way to his bottom lip, spreading across his entire face and disappearing into his hairline and onto his ears. Finally, there’s a small portion of the tattoo underneath his eyes, the surgical staples lining the edges of the face tattoos, too.

It startles you—you’re not necessarily scared, you just…weren’t expecting that. But there’s no denying the rush of breath that involuntarily escapes your lips as your eyes search his face, raking over his body in a brazen way that should make you feel shameful, travelling back up to find him smirking smugly at you, raising an eyebrow as your eyes meet again.

The look in his eyes tells you he knows, knows what you’re thinking about, knows how undeniably attracted you are to him, and scalding heat floods your cheeks.

He chuckles a little, which does nothing but add insult to injury, and sharp anger slices through your chest at the way that you stomach absolutely drops at his gravelly voice. You can’t believe yourself, can’t believe your body is reacting and responding so readily to this man—this stranger.

He introduces himself as Touya, in that rough, deep voice that forces a jolt of electricity to run through your veins. You idly wonder what your name would sound like on his tongue, how it might sound if his voice dropped to a growl, find yourself stuck thinking about this for the rest of the night.

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To your disappointment, and as much as you are unabashedly interested in him, you don’t interact much with Touya for your first few weeks in the house—in fact, you barely see him at all.

This only piques your curiosity about him more, finding that you’re unable to tear your eyes from him on the rare occasion that you are in a room together. He catches you staring every single time, and he has the audacity to chuckle to himself and shake his head when his gaze meets yours, your eyes quickly darting away and cheeks burning at his laugh.

You begin gathering little tidbits of information about him, purely sourced from interactions you witness in the house, desperately praying for something that’ll give you an opportunity to start a conversation with him.

Your efforts prove fruitless when, almost a month and a half since you moved in, you’ve still only spoken a handful of words to him. You do learn a bit about him through observing, though.

You discover that he’s a smoker, which really doesn’t come as a shock at all. Marlboro’s are his favourite, and he’s always got a pack in his back pocket or rolled up in the short sleeve of his t-shirt. He must have them imported—Marlboro’s are incredibly rare to find all the way in Japan.

Touya must have a lot of things imported.

You find out that every other Thursday, Touya discreetly stuffs an absurdly large wad of cash—all composed of ten-thousand-yen bills—into his mom’s hands, forcing her fingers to curl around it. She fights him on it, every time, but he’s firm and adamant that she take it. It always ends with Rei giving him a small, watery smile, Touya pressing a kiss against the side of her head and murmuring that he loves her.

After you witness this interaction for the first time, you begin to notice that, while the house looks relatively normal on the outside, it is stuffed full of luxury on the inside. Flat-screen TVs each complete with full entertainment systems, state of the art appliances that are somehow up to date with all of the latest trends (including a smart fridge—absolutely ridiculous), custom made furniture, ornate rugs, a housekeeper that drops by every Sunday…

You have no idea what he does for work, but you think you’ve got at least some sort of idea when you catch him one night, just past 2AM, exiting his room and using a thumb to brush excess white powder off his nose. His eyes catch yours, pupils blown and shining in the low light, and he smiles darkly at you, winking once as he walks away.

You don’t ask—no one ever does.

You don’t ask about the crimson splattered on the toe of his boot, or why he sometimes smells metallic, like copper, the strong scent wafting after him and invading the halls as he stalks leisurely toward the bathroom. You don’t ask why he leaves the house at odd hours in the night, and you definitely don’t ask about the soft clinking and clicking you hear through the thin walls every so often while he cleans his gun at 3AM.

You’re not sure if it’s really any of your business, anyway. So you stay quiet, and continue to wait.

The opportunity finally comes one Wednesday in October, two weeks before Halloween, when you’re in the kitchen after school busy fixing yourself an afternoon snack. Touya comes home uncharacteristically early—you rarely see him before 10PM, so his entrance scares you, and you jump a little.

“Sorry,” he murmurs as he passes by behind you, just an inch too close, just enough so you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

“It’s fine,” you say quietly, shaking your head a little and trying in vain to stop your hands from trembling as you spread peanut butter across a piece of bread.

You can feel his eyes on you, and it makes you nervous, makes your skin crawl in a way you’ve never felt before. He laughs a little at your struggling, leaning against the counter next to you and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, y’know,” he says with a smirk, eyes glittering at the way your lips part in surprise, your breath stuttering a little. “I’m your niichan after all, aren’t I?”

You hadn’t even considered using the honorific until he himself uses it.

Your hands freeze, hovering over your plate, and you look over at him slowly. “You…Want me to call you that?”

“You can, if you’d like,” he says smoothly, nonchalantly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It makes no difference to him, he tells you, but when he finally looks back at you, you think you can see it in his eyes—a sharp, small glimmer of…of something. Something that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t decide if you like or not.

But this is it, you think, this is your opening to finally begin talking to him.

So you do. And the smirk he gives you the first time you address him by the honorific, voice quivering slightly as you ask him where Rei normally keeps the blender, is nothing short of predatory.

“It’s on the top shelf. It’s too high for you, though,” he says, voice so sickly sweet it almost sounds mocking. “Let niichan get it for you,”

It isn’t, but you let him get it for you anyway.

And he knows—knows he’s got you the moment you gasp at the honorific leaving his lips, trying to hide it behind your hand, nodding quickly and squeaking out a thank you.

It starts after that. He begins playing with you; a sick, perverse game of cat and mouse, hunter and hunted, and you play your part perfectly.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, if you said it didn’t send wicked sparks of excitement shooting up your spine and an intense fluttering in your stomach.

And it starts slow. It starts with gentle pet names—honey, sweetheart, princess—and fingertips trailing down your arm as he passes you. It starts with a large hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you—out of the house and into his car, out of the kitchen and into the living room, out of the hallway and into his bedroom—and with little pecks on your lips stolen when no one’s watching, quick kisses that leave you feeling exhilarated despite their chastity.

Suddenly, he’s home a hell of a lot more. He’s sitting too close to you on the couch while you curl up with a textbook, his thigh pressed against you and flesh burning hot through his black jeans. He’s joining the family dinner a few times a week, idly hooking and unhooking his ankle with yours beneath the table while smirking at you from across it.

Suddenly, he’s asking you if you need a ride to school, or if you need someone to pick you up. You don’t, you tell him, the bus is just fine, but he insists. It’s what niichans do, he says. He wants to take care of you, he says.

Who are you to deny him that, really?

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The first time you experience Touya angry is about a month after the inciting incident, when he catches you walking home with a few of your university friends.

He had texted you earlier that day, telling you that he—very regretfully, he said—would be unable to pick you up from school this afternoon because ‘something had come up’.

You didn’t question what it was—you knew he’d lie even if you did. So you accepted it obediently, reassured him that it was fine, that you’d find another way home.

You’re pretty sure if you had told him that you didn’t have any extra change on you for the bus suddenly whatever important thing that had ‘come up’ which so desperately needed his attention wouldn’t be so urgent anymore. But you didn’t want to be a bother, or inconvenience him, so you say nothing.

Two friends decide they’ll accompany you on your walk home, so you aren’t lonely, they claim. Normally, the walk from campus to your house is about thirty minutes, but that day it takes you nearly an hour, wasting time goofing around and walking slowly as you talk idly.

Touya’s already pissed that it’s taken you so long to arrive home, that you’ve ignored all of his extremely considerate texts asking if you’re alright, but when he sees you squished between two boys, giggling as the three of you stumble up your driveway—he’s fucking fuming.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, voice calm and monotonous, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Your head snaps up—you swear he wasn’t there just a second ago—blood running cold.

His stance is relaxed, arms crossed loosely over his chest, lazily raising an eyebrow as your wide eyes meet his. Technically, the only indication that he’s furious is the blazing blue fire in his eyes, but your friends can read the tension in the air surrounding him, shuffling a little closer to you. This minuscule action does not go unnoticed by Touya, sharp jaw clenching once.

“You had niichan worried,”

You’re frozen a few feet away from the porch, unable to find your voice, to move your legs, to breathe at all.

“I didn’t know you had an older brother,”

Your eyes do not leave Touya’s as you speak, the words hoarse. “Oh, we’re—”

“Yeah,” Touya bites, irritation finally bleeding into his voice. “She does,” his eyes float back to yours. “Come here, princess,”

Your body snaps into action, moving automatically before you can even comprehend it, allowing Touya to tuck you into his side the moment you reach him.

Your hands are shaking, but you have no control over them as your fingers curl in his white t-shirt, clinging to him. To your surprise, the arm around your shoulders hugs you closer in response, thumb caressing you.

“Thanks for making sure she got home safely,” he tosses over his shoulder, managing to make the simple sentence sound like an insult, tone bordering on patronizing, while he turns on his heel, marching you both inside.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you’re rushing to say the moment the front door shuts behind you two, Touya’s arm still wrapped firmly around you.

He looks down at you coldly. “Don’t you dare pull shit like that again,” he tells you, eerily calm voice forcing spikes of icy dread up your spine. He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in as his eyes bore into yours. “You had me worried sick,” he breathes out then, squeezing you again. You’re surprised in the sudden change of tone, feeling your chest swell at the thought of him fretting over you, a small smile gracing your lips.

“I…I did?”

Touya’s eyebrows furrow, as if he’s offended at your questioning, mood morphing in the span of a second. “Of course you fucking did,” he spits like you’re stupid, arm dropping. “Do you ever check your phone?”

“Wh-What?”

Touya rolls his eyes. “Check your phone,” he calls out airily as he begins walking into the kitchen, shaking his head a little, disappointment rolling off him in waves.

Hastily fishing your phone out of your bag, you’re astonished to see eight texts from him and three missed calls. You scroll through the texts quickly, each one making you feel more nauseous than the next. ‘Is everything okay? You should’ve been home by now’; ‘Please answer me, princess, you’re making your niichan nervous’; ‘Where are you? Answer my fucking calls already’. Guilt turns sour in your mouth and you hurry after him.

“I-I really am s-so sorry,” you force the words out, unsure as to why there are suddenly tears stinging your eyes. He isn’t even doing anything—his back is facing you as he nonchalantly begins brewing a pot of coffee.

But the thought of him being upset with you, of losing his approval, sends a sharp pain searing through your chest.

“Are you?” he asks, and although his voice holds no malice in it, it causes your whole body to stutter with a harsh breath.

“Yes,” you whimper out, latching onto his arm and tugging in an attempt to draw his eyes to yours, to see how regretful you are, the remorse written across your face. “I should’ve…That was so careless and inconsiderate of me,”

“It was,” he agrees simply, voice still light, as if he’s discussing something as mundane as the weather. “But you’ll never do it again, right?”

“Right,” you agree readily, breathing out the word before you even realize what you’re agreeing to.

“Tell niichan you’ll never worry him like that again,” he finally looks over at you.

“I-I’ll never worry you like that again, niichan, I pr-promise,”

His eyes hold yours for what feels like eons, before he finally twists his arm out of your grasp, instead wrapping it around you and tugging you against his body. You stay staring up at him, eyes wide and obedient, breath bated as you wait for your next order, so pliant and ready to serve him.

“Good,” he whispers, eyes finally softening, and you feel like you can breathe properly again. His free hand cups your face, thumb running along your lips, then your chin, then your jaw. “You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, you’ll lay awake in your bed, feeling ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

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He begins to trust you more. You meet his friends, each one terrifying in their own right. Jin is alright, although his brain is fried from drugs, and he talks to and contradicts himself a lot, earning the nickname Twice from Tomura.

Tomura horrifies you to your very core—a tall, lanky man with sunken red eyes and sickly pale skin who looks like he’s one bad day away from death—and Touya tells you very sternly to stay away from him.

A university student not unlike yourself, Keigo is your favourite. Keigo is the most normal, with his wild blonde hair and enticing gold eyes that always look like they’re playfully holding the secrets of the universe just out of your grasp.

Keigo’s brain is always going a hundred miles a minute, although you’d never guess it with his trademark lazy drawl, speaking as if he hasn’t got a care in the world. But he can always keep a conversation going, knows exactly what to say to avoid awkward silences or lulls in the discussion, and you appreciate that. You think he’s so cool—he has so much knowledge about the oddest things, everything and anything, ‘a walking encyclopedia’, Tomura calls it, and it fascinates you to no end.

It’s the speed, Touya tells you one night while you’re laying on the couch, your body on top of his, the pads of his fingers dragging down your back in rhythmic strokes. Speed is Keigo’s drug of choice, you find out. Speed is the reason why Keigo knows as much as he does.

“Sometimes he doesn’t sleep for days,” Touya says. “That’s how he has all the time to memorize everything he knows—though that big overactive brain of his plays a part in it, too,”

The thought inexplicably makes your heart sink in your chest, and you don’t say anything else. If Touya notices your shift in mood, he doesn’t mention it. You idly wonder what Touya’s drug of choice is, but you’re too scared of the answer to ask.

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It’s only a few nights later when you wake with a violent jolt, breathing laboured as you absentmindedly press your palm to your chest, trying in vain to calm your racing heart.

A nightmare.

You sit in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of your own harsh breaths echoing off the walls and debating what to do next. A minute later, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing when your bare feet touch the cold hardwood, and pad down the hallway.

You try to trick yourself into believing that you aren’t using this purely as an excuse to spend the night with him. It really was so scary, you reason with yourself, it really has made you all shaken up…

Who are you kidding? You didn’t even attempt to go back to sleep.

You’ve been in his room plenty of times now—sitting daintily on his bed as he introduces you to new music, new movies, new books. Stuff that reminds him of you, he says, stuff that he thought you might be interested in. You’re grateful for it; there are so many things you’ve learned in the short time you’ve known him.

That isn’t all, though. There’s no denying the warmth that spreads through your body, that tiny excited flutter in your chest, when he calls your name and interlaces your fingers, leading you toward his room and telling you he’s got something to show you.

Yes, you’ve been in his room plenty of times now. But this is the first time you spend the night in his bed.

He’s still up, soft golden light leaking from under his closed bedroom door. Your hand quivers a little as you lift it to rap your knuckles against the wood. He appears in the doorway a moment later, leaning against the frame in a black t-shirt that looks like it’s a size or two too small for him, riding up to reveal a teasing sliver of milky skin, tips of his hipbones jutting out from the waistband of his plaid pajama pants.

“Princess? What is it?”

You didn’t realize you were staring, and you jump a little at his gravelly voice.

“Oh. I, um—Well, I just…had a nightmare a-and I can’t sleep,”

You can barely look him in the eyes as you say it, your cheeks burning. You both know it’s a lie.

But he plays along.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, drawing you into his arms, into his room, into his bed.

“You’re trembling,” he murmurs as he turns on his side to face you, propping his head up with a hand. “Poor thing. Was it a bad one?”

Your mouth feels like its been stuffed with cotton, rendering you incapable of speech, tongue dry and sluggish. You nod in response, heat seeping into your cheeks again at just how loudly your heart is thumping while you roll onto your side. There’s only a few inches of space between your bodies now, his hot breath fanning across your face as he speaks again.

“Do you want niichan to help you forget about it?”

The question hangs heavy in the air, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes searching his. Your thighs squeeze together at the way his voice has dropped an octave, low and husky, familiar heat pooling in the depths of your belly. He waits patiently, lifting a hand to caress your cheek, then runs his fingertips down your bare arm, goosebumps following.

Finally, you nod. You think you see the corners of his lips quirk up into the slightest hint of a smirk, but you blink, and it’s gone.

“Here,” he whispers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. Hand cupping your jaw, he tilts your face up and slots his mouth against yours.

You’ve kissed before, of course—in his bed, in yours, on the living room couch, on the kitchen counter with his hips shoved between your thighs—but this…this feels different.

These are kisses with intent, with purpose, with a goal in mind. These are kisses that keep you distracted—slow, soft, messy with saliva—as his hand slips down your body and between your thighs.

Your gasp breaks the kiss, wide eyes blinking up at him then fluttering shut as he brushes a knuckle against your clit. He hushes you, nimble fingers spreading your folds before he drags them up your slit, huffing out a laugh at how wet you already are.

“Were you thinking about something naughty before?” he gasps mockingly, sliding the pads of his fingers back down as he speaks.

His hand withdraws from your shorts and he orders you to lift your hips, tugging the waistband down your thighs. You squirm a little, forcing them further down your legs until you free yourself of them completely, eyes gazing up at him again, awaiting your next command.

Legs part dutifully as his hand travels back down to the apex of your thighs, pushing a finger into your soaking pussy.

It’s slow at first, thrusting leisurely with his middle finger a few times and loosening you up a little before adding his ring finger. Sapphire eyes watch his motions, captivated by how your eager little cunt sucks his fingers in selfishly.

“Look at that, huh?” he breathes, looking down at you. “Such a pretty little pussy you’ve got,”

You open your bleary eyes to peer at yourself, mesmerized by the way his fingers are pumping in and out of you, glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. He curls his fingers and you inhale sharply, hips twitching toward his palm.

“Oh?” he chuckles darkly, knuckles nudging the spot again. “Did niichan find something, baby?”

You don’t know, you’re not sure, you try to tell him, but all you can seem to manage is pathetic little whines while you nod your head.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he’s asking as the pads of his fingers tap against that spot, your entire body jolting.

“Y-Yes,” you whimper out, a little breathlessly. “But it’s never felt like this,”

“Aw, baby,” he coos, and it’s so condescending. “Then you weren’t doing it right, sweetheart,”

He quickens his pace, chuckles at the way you try to desperately fuck yourself on his fingers at such an awkward angle.

“Poor little thing, can’t even get herself off properly,” he tsks. “You need your niichan to do it for you, don’t you?”

Soft whines spill from your throat as you nod eagerly, your stomach coiling tightly.

“One day,” he breathes, curling his fingers with a vengeance this time, your hips rolling up off the mattress. “When we have the time, I’ll teach you how to make yourself feel so good,”  

He’s talking too much. You want to tell him this, tell him to shut the hell up, but every time you try to speak he presses the heel of his palm to your clit and grinds against it, effectively scattering all of your thoughts, soft mewls of niichan the only sound escaping your lips.

Can’t deny his voice is fucking hot though, a form of foreplay all on its own.

And he knows this, can read you like a goddamn book, especially when he’s got his fingers two knuckles deep inside of you. He can feel it, he tells you. You don’t even need to speak; he can feel your thoughts when his voice drops an octave and your cute little hole flutters, when he chuckles and your pussy clenches around his fingers—a slut for his voice, aren’t you?

“Pretty baby, you can’t do anything but nod dumbly, can you? Been fucked stupid by my fingers alone, huh?”

Your head barely moves, lost all control of your body by this point, only able to whimper in response.

“Gonna come all over my fingers, pretty girl?” the knuckle of his thumb begins grazing your clit in quick strokes. “C’mon, make a mess for niichan,”

And it’s pathetic, how quickly your body obeys. Your pussy squeezes once, twice, three times and you’re gushing all over his fingers, juices collecting in his palm, running down his wrist. You’re embarrassed—you’ve never cum that much before, have you?

Breathing still ragged, you nuzzle into his sheets, partially hiding your face from him. Nothing could hide the involuntary grin that forms on your lips, though. Arms snake under your boneless body, tugging a bit.

“Oh no, baby, we aren’t done yet,” Touya’s saying while he hoists you up, letting you lean heavily against him.

Head tilting in confusion, your glazed eyes find his. “Wh-What?”

He looks down at his lap and your gaze follows, a tiny whimper slipping past your lips at the bulge straining against his pants. “Doesn’t niichan deserve a nice reward for helping you forget that scary dream?”

Eyes darting back to his, you nod slowly, whispering out, “Yes. But—But…” But you’re hesitant; you’ve never done anything like this before. Shaking hands reach for the waistband of his pants, beginning to pull them down but freezing when the head of his cock peeks out.

Touya sighs. “Come on, you wanna be a good girl for niichan, don’t you?”

Of course. Of courses you do.

Then he wants you to touch him, he says. He’ll help you; he promises.

“But you gotta get it wet first,”

You ask how, and he laughs at you. “With your tongue, stupid,” he tells you.

He instructs you to kneel on the floor and you comply immediately, trembling legs folding beneath your body as you situate yourself between his knees. He inches forward on the bed a little, shuffling himself to the edge and caging you between his thighs. Bringing his cock close to your mouth, he taps the head against your closed lips.

They part instantly, obediently, his eyes flashing with something sinister as you take the head into your mouth and suck hesitantly, big eyes staring up at him waiting for approval.

He curses, his hips twitching ever so slightly, skin stretched taut over bony knuckles as a hand forms a fist in the sheets. Starting with kitten licks at first, the tip of your tongue barely touches him, tracing veins, then begins to gain more confidence as he groans a little, telling you what to you, that you’re doing good, so good for him.

Watching him through thick lashes, you have the audacity to look bashful as your tongue laves around the shaft, drenching it in saliva. A hand tangles in your hair and yanks, pulling you off his cock when he decides it’s sufficiently wet enough. Long fingers encircle your wrist, bringing your hand to form a fist around him.

“Like this,” he says, jerking your hand up and down.

You’re terrible at it, movements awkward and uncoordinated, but in that moment he doesn’t really care. He’s irritated a little, wondering out loud how anyone can be bad at handjobs while a large hand wraps around yours and forces you to speed up. Bad? Your heart sinks at the small three letter word, a hard lump forming in your throat, looking as though you may start crying.

But he cums quickly after that, ropes of searing hot white painting your cheeks and face. You watch him the entire time, panting a little, lips parted slightly and your tongue darts out to lick them, tasting him.

He laughs at your bitter reaction, and it’s such a patronizing sound.

“Don’t worry,” he says, collecting the cum off your face and forcing his fingers into your mouth. “Someday I’ll stuff your throat full of it.”

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You can no longer mention needing—no, wanting—anything around him anymore, because within the next few days it’s sitting pretty and perfect on your bed, propped up against your lace trimmed pillows.

He’s so good to you; you should be grateful you have such a generous niichan, one who eats you out and spoils you with gifts. You’re so spoiled.

And he tells you this, in the dead of night when you wake to find him shoving his cock into you, snarling a little at your soft whines of protest.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warns. Just be a good girl and take his cock. He does so much for you, can’t you be good for him?

Yes, yes, you want to be good for him, you want to be the best for him.

By this point you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night with his head between your thighs, prepping you to take him.

“Stay sleeping, baby,” he’ll tell you, words whispered into your hair as his cockhead nudges against your hole.

As if you could ever stay sleeping when only a few minutes later he’s pounding you into oblivion, large hand clasped over your mouth so tightly his blunt nails are digging into your cheek, so hard that it’s yanking your head back, neck beginning to ache.

He tells you to be quiet, “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you? Then we’d have to stop, and you don’t want that, right, sweetheart?”

You don’t, you whimper. Of course you don’t—you want whatever he wants, you want to be his perfect little baby, you want to be told how good you take his cock, the praise mumbled against your skin in a low, strained voice right before he fills you with cum.

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He disappears for a few days near the end of December. You have no idea where, Touya answering your curious texts with playful quips at first before he grows tired of it and tells you to stop fucking asking.

But eventually, he returns.

The front door slams shut and your body flinches with a jolt of excitement. Adrenaline spikes your blood when you hear his heavy boots colliding with the hardwood, getting louder, louder, louder…

He passes right by you, not glancing at you at all. Moments later, the sound of water hitting the tiled shower wall echoes down the hallway.

And you wait. Patiently, you wait, like the good little girl you are, not daring to move a muscle. Eventually he re-emerges, hair still damp, a few strands sticking to his neck.

With a groan, he collapses on the couch next to you, flopping his head into your lap and gazing up at you with glazed, blown sapphire eyes.

“You’re high,” you say softly, not accusatory, just an observation. He giggles a little.

“So what if I am?”

“What did you take?”

“Oh,” he gasps mockingly. “Oh no, baby, I can’t tell you that,”

Why? The question is burning on the tip of your tongue, and you can tell that he’s anticipating that to be your next response, but you bite down on your bottom lip, holding it in. You know his answer already, can practically hear his patronizing voice—Because good baby sisters aren’t supposed to know about stuff like this.

“Can I try some?” you ask instead.

All of the mirth fades from his eyes in an instant, and he moves in a flash despite his inebriated state, so quick you can barely tell what’s happening. His large hand wraps around your bicep in a bruising grasp, pulling you towards him as he sits up, his face an inch away from yours.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he spits, cobalt eyes blazing and voice rumbling against your chest. “And if I so much as catch wind that you’re using, have a mere feeling that you’ve tried it—even just once—I’ll slaughter you and the fucker you got it from. Do you understand me?”

Surprised tears spring into your eyes and you nod jerkily, body beginning to tremble as your breath gets caught in your throat. You want to tell him that you didn’t mean it, honest, you promise!; that you were just kidding around, you swear!, but you can’t, voice mangling itself with the hitched little breaths on the back of your tongue.

He growls at your silence, his grip around your arm tightening and you cry out, terrified that he might actually crush the bone with his bare hand.

“Say, yes Touya, I understand,”

“Y-Yes Touya, I understand,” you manage to stutter out, voice returning only at the command of a direct order, tears spilling over and rolling down your cheeks in pairs. His eyes search your face for a moment, his features contorted in fury, before he sneers at you, squeezing your arm once then roughly letting go, shoving you away from him.

You fall backward against the arm of the couch, heart thumping so vigorously you’re sure he can hear it. He groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, exasperated.

“Fuck,” he sighs, eyes opening to glare at the ceiling. “You’ve ruined my high,”

You stare at him, breath coming out in uneven huffs, clinging to the couch.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, terrified to move lest you upset him more.

He’s silent for a moment, still staring up, until he lolls his head to the side, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. A small smirk spreads across his face.

“C’mere,” he says, nodding his head a little in indication.

“Wh-What?”

“C’mere,” he repeats. “Come make it up to me,”

Your body’s moving before you’ve given it permission to, crawling into his lap obediently, thighs on either side of his hips. His smirk widens, and you love it—you love how much control he has over you without even trying, you love the way a quiet whimper slips through your lips as his large hands begin kneading your flesh, running up your legs and grabbing your ass.

Lips trail up the column of your neck, and you tilt your head back, a silent plea for more. You can feel the way his lips curl into a grin against your skin, nipping at it a second later.

“So, how you gonna make it up to me? Huh?” he shifts his hips under you, pressing his hard cock into your clothed core. You whine a little, grinding against him.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” you breathe out while sharp teeth mar your collarbone.

“The hell you waiting for? Show me,”

You begin sliding down his body and he pushes on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees between his spread thighs. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, gaping pupils outlined by a thin ring of blue.

Holding his gaze, you lean forward with your pretty little tongue hanging out and begin licking along the straining bulge, tracing it slowly, the denim rough against your sensitive muscle. You relent though, lapping at his clothed cock in slow, long strokes, and his jeans are just thin enough for you to feel him pulse in response.

A giggle bubbles up past your lips, muffled by the denim, already beginning to feel heady as you pull simple reactions from him. Your mouth forms a cute little ‘o’ and you suck on him the best you can through his jeans, drooling all over his lap and soaking through the material.

The hand in your hair tightens into a fist, yanking hard and pulling your mouth away. “Stop fucking teasing,” he warns, a hint of something ominous in his voice.

You obey, because you always obey, tiny fingers working to quickly unbuckle his belt, pop the button, yank down the zipper. He aids you, lifting his hips and allowing you to tug his jeans down his thighs enough for his cock to spring out.

His own hand wraps around the shaft, you pausing mid-action as you reach for it.

“Open,” he demands, your dutiful lips parting immediately, letting him push his cock into the warm, wet cavern.

He sets a brutal, punishing pace from the start, refusing to give you a single moment to adjust. His other hand fists in your hair, forcing you to stay still as he rams his cock down your throat.

Reflexive tears burn your eyes, blurring your vision. You blink quickly to clear them, desperate to watch him, to catalogue all of his micro-expressions and the sound of his voice as he grunts out your name, to burn it into your mind, etch it into your very soul.

Touya’s head falls back against the couch, Adams apple bobbling with his rough whimpers, long neck and sharp collarbone on full display. If your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d love to lick up his smooth skin, to trace the dips of his collarbone with your tongue and sign your name in brilliant splotches of blue and purple.

You’re gagging around his cock now, starting to feel lightheaded and struggling to inhale enough oxygen. The ache in your jaw is beginning to spread, but you ignore it, stretching your mouth open wider, to take more, to be good for him, to make him proud. It’s worth it for the hoarse, throaty moans you’re pulling from him, to hear your name shuddered out, followed by a breathy, “Fuck,”

He forces hot cum down your throat a moment later, and you choke on it, sputtering around his cock, throat spasming as it tries to force the foreign object out. He won’t let it, though. He holds your head in place, nose pressed against his pubic bone, and you can do nothing but take it, like a good little girl, like he tells you to.

But it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it, to hear his broken whines like that, to have him look down at you and pull your hair and tell you you’re good, so good for him.

And you’re sobbing by the end of it, gasping for air the moment he lets go of you, wheezing violently as your head collapses against his thigh.

“Did I—” you cough, voice raspy from having your throat fucked raw, “—Did I make it up to you, niichan?” you gaze up at him, eyelashes spiky with residual water. You’re the perfect picture of obedience, strands of hair stuck to your face where your salty tears have dried and swollen lips gleaming with saliva as you watch him with glittering eyes, waiting desperately for his praise.

He looks down at you, eyes devious and diabolical, chest heaving a little. “Of course you did,” he tells you, corners of his lips tugging up into a sharp smirk as you melt into him. “You always do, don’t you?”

[shinsoup]

mha boys and nnn

- you tell him he doesn’t last a chance

- you tell him he doesn’t last a chance

- you tell him he doesn’t last a chance

- 30 days without pleasuring himself or you?

- yeah right

- but 30 long, painful days go by of him keeping his hands to himself

- honestly making you yourself miserable since your fingers weren’t cutting it

- ever since you started dating bakugo you’ve never been able to please yourself

- as soon as it hits 12am on december morning, it’s game over

- bakugo is wrapping his hand around your throat and using the other to rip down your shorts

- you were almost asleep, bakugo spooning you from behind, all until it hit midnight

- you felt him press himself against your ass, already hard and practically digging into your skin

- “you’re gonna regret ever making that challenge, princess.”

- let’s just say, you couldn’t walk for a week

☆shinso☆

- would last a good half a month

- he just loves you too much

- also adding the fact you tease him the entire time

- it’s only when you’re getting dressed for your date with him that he snaps

- he’s adjusting his tie in front of the mirror as he calls out to you, “almost ready, love?”

- “waiting on you.”

- he turns around to see you dressed in a short, knee length black dress that hugs your curves perfectly

- letting his imagination run wild at just the sight of you

- his mouth practically goes dry

- and his dick inflates in his pants

- you obviously see it,, and giggle

- poor shinso

- “ready?” you ask, smiling sweetly as you turn around and bend over

- ‘adjusting your heels’

- you gasp as you feel large hands cup your tits

- yanking you to stumble back into his chest

- “you’re in for a treat now, kitten.”

- let’s just say your dinner reservations were soon forgotten

- you tease him for failing nnn so soon

- but he doesn’t care

- losers don’t get their dick wets

- and last time he checked, he just did

☆dabi☆

- wouldn’t do it lmao gtfo

- he’s obsessed with you, although he’ll never admit it

- he can’t go one day without fucking you at least 3 times

- and if he doesn’t fuck you silly for some reason

- he’s either throat fucking your face or fingering you

- which ever one he’s in the mood for

- so when you ask,,

- “hey dabi”

- “yes, doll?”

- “y’know no nut-”

- immediately shuts you up and threatens you to never say those words again

- there was no way you would blue ball him for 30 days

- and he’d make sure of it

[dabisqueen]

pleasure

Dabi x femdom!reader

⇢ word count: 2.1K

⇢ plot: To keep you from being involved with your boss, Dabi agrees to getting pegged by you

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, PWP, spanking, heavy cursing, fingering (m receiving), pegging (m receiving), slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mentions of bodily fluids, slight degradation

⇢ personal note: my easter present to all of you. Cause who doesn't want to destroy Dabi sometimes? Not Beta read.

⚠️IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE TOPIC OF PEGGING, DO NOT PROCEED TO READ. THANKS⚠️

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Initially, he had turned you down with a mocking laugh.

But then you cocked your head, your eyes sparkling with challenge, “Well then, I guess I have to go to Tomura then."

Dabi was on you in a second, pressing you against the wall, his angered face so close you felt his breath hot on your lips.

“What the fuck did you just say?” his voice was threateningly low.

“I already asked Shigaraki and he agreed to–” but he roughly cut you off, sliding his hand to your throat and tightening slightly, making you choke.

“Not on my watch, doll,” he growled, "You want it? You got it."

Not able to hide the smirk growing on your face, you knew you soon would have him exactly where you wanted him to be.

Below you.

Getting pegged.

Preparing to get burnt to a crisp at any given moment, you stared at Dabi sprawled out below you, naked, legs spread.

Adjusting the harness of the dildo, you smiled down at him, your hands caressing the insides of his spread thighs. You had to admit that this gave you more excitement than expected.

“Are you ready?” You asked with a smirk as you sat on your heels between his legs.

“Just get this fucking over with.” he spat, “Just doing this so the boss isn't getting his crusty ass fucked by you."

You giggled, grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezing an almost obscene amount on your fingers. Delicately circling the sensitive ring of muscle around his pucker hole, you felt him tense up at the touch and your eyes flicked up to meet his deep azures.

His brows were scrunched, his lips pressed slim — but his lust-blown pupils gave him away.

As was his hard cock, a deep red, veins throbbing.

“I'm gonna push in so you need to relax,” you whispered.

He opened his mouth to throw another insult at you but his words were cut off by a sharp inhale as your first finger pushed inside.

“Such a sweet boy,” your voice was like honey while you kept pressing further.

He held his breath but released it abruptly as you stopped, finger buried knuckles deep inside of him.

“Doing so good, baby—” you started pumping it in nice and slow.

“Fuck you,” he hissed through gritted teeth and you pressed a second finger inside as your answer.

A mix of breathy curses and whimpers fell from his lips while you kept working him open. As you inserted a third finger, he keened, precum dripping from the head of his cock, eyes rolling back in his head.

“You’re doing amazing,” you hushed him softly, while a lewd array of groans and gasps escaped him.

Continuing to slide your fingers in and out of him, you searched for that special spot that you knew he'd never felt before.

Slightly scissoring your fingers, you prodded and tilted your fingers up slightly and then his eyes shot open, and his body tensed up.

"Ahh–" He wheezed, and you smiled, knowing you just hit the jackpot.

Keeping that angle, you increased the pace, wanting to see him come undone on your fingers.

“Holy shit,” he slurred, and you felt him starting to tense up around him.

“You're gonna cum? You teased, “but we haven't even started yet—”

"S–shut the fuck up," he stuttered, his hands clawing tightly into the bedsheets.

He muttered another profanity under his breath and shuddered involuntarily, visibly trembling from the effort of trying to hold back an orgasm.

But you had other plans – you were here tonight to utterly destroy him.

You picked up the pace, fucking your fingers in and out of him, his cock bopped up and down, strings of precum connecting his abs to his red swollen tip.

"Nghh–" he growled, another shiver running through his body.

"You're saying?" You smirked down at him, fingers working in and out of him.

His eyelids fluttered shut as his body began to tense before suddenly his orgasm pummeled down on him. A drawn-out groan left his lips as his cock started twitching, shooting ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest.

"That's it baby, cum for me," you cooed, continuing to massage him through his orgasm.

After slipping your fingers out of him and drying them off with the towel next to you, you brought your face down and started licking his release off his skin.

Dabi looked delirious. Strings of his raven hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, cheeks ablaze, and spit-slick lips slightly parted as his chest heaved with every deep breath he was taking.

"I'm gonna fucking get back at you for this," he panted.

"Aw baby, you know I'd love that," you came down, dragging your tongue along the underside of his still half-erect shaft, staring straight at him with lust-blown pupils.

Then you took him in your mouth, swallowing him as deep as you could, and felt him slowly springing back to life again. You pulled off with a lewd 'pop', hands gently caressing the skin on his thighs while you continued to lick him clean.

Dabi had his eyes closed, his breathing still ragged when you sat back on your knees, readjusting the straps on your hips.

"Now for the fun part," you grinned before scooting up a bit as Dabi’s eyes shot open.

Not breaking eye contact as your hand reached for the lube.

Your lips curled up into a big grin at the sight of the flesh-colored, realistically shaped dildo hanging between your thighs. It was a beauty.

Squeezing a bit more lube onto the soft silicone, your eyes met Dabi’s cerulean gems.

“Ready?” you asked, lining the tip of the toy up with his hole.

“M gonna fuck you so hard for this,” Dabi's eyes were like slithers, spitting venom — but his betraying cock was back to its impressive size again.

You began to push in the lubed tip, Dabi’s mouth falling open in a silent groan at the feeling of being breached.

“Fuck—” Dabi cursed below you, eyes rolling back as you sank further inside him, his hand flying up, trying to stifle his moans by biting his knuckles.

His body visibly trembling, you leaned down, soft warm lips trailing over his skin as a distraction, your hands rubbing soothing circles in his thighs.

“Relax, baby," you purred, continuing to pepper kisses along his skin.

After a few moments, his shaking hand came back to rest next to his body again, tension slowly fading under your gentle adoration. You leaned back and watched with awe as the strap slid in with ease now, totally mesmerized by the way his hole stretched to accommodate the girth of the toy.

He moaned loudly as your hips met, and you dipped down, lapping at his neck with your tongue before biting down softly. Trailing up with soft kisses, your tongue traced the seam of his lips and he opened up, letting you in.

You kissed like this, tongues circling each other while you gave him the chance to adjust to the size of the toy buried deep inside of him.

"You ok, babe?" You breathed into his mouth, not breaking the kiss.

But instead of waiting for his reassurance, you pull back your hips, sliding almost all the way out — only to push all the way back in again.

Dabi groaned against your mouth in this searing kiss, squirming underneath you.

Straightening up again, licking your spit-soaked lips, your hips started rocking back and forth. Shifting and rolling them a little, Dabi's breath caught on a groan, clenching down around the toy.

"Like that, huh?" You cooed, seeing his fully erect cock now seeping precum again.

"Fuck –ngh– y-you," though sounding aggravated, Dabi's voice trembled as he tried to keep up his composure.

"Look who can’t handle some dick in his ass," a mocking pout started to form on your lips.

Holding him close to you by his hips, you started increasing the pace, snapping your hips against his. With every thrust of yours, his whole body rocked towards the headboard, eyes screwed shut as he bit his lowered mangled lip to suppress more moans.

It was payback time. For all the times you were the one laying on the sheets, moaning, helplessly impaled on him.

A harsh slap was delivered to the inside of his thigh, and the choked sound he let out was like music to your ears. Another array of slaps for him, in rhythm with your thrusts, skin soon turning an angry red.

"A-ah, fuck—" his voice grew louder the harder you drove your hips forward.

His cries soon turned into lustful groans echoing around the room, mixed with the lewd slick sounds of the toy sliding in and out of him.

You grabbed his dripping cock, skimming your thumb over the leaking red tip with pressure. A shudder went through his body and he choked on a gasp as you began to stroke his shaft in sync with your hips.

You watched as Dabi slowly lost his composure, starting to writhe below you, his fingers grasping and twisting the sheets underneath.

Loud moans began to spill from his lips, teeth clenching as it indignantly tumbled from him, "M-more…"

"You want more?" Your hips stilled, your face feigning a surprised expression.

He groaned and you leaned forward, sliding your thumb over his lips, "Beg for it."

"Screw you," his insult came out, weak and shaky.

"You're the one getting screwed tonight, don't you see?" Your lips skimmed the rim of his marred ear, your gaze flitting to his face.

He looked defeated, body shaking from pleasure and you purred in faux sympathy, your hands trailing down his thighs, hooking underneath his knees. As you leaned back again, you pressed them up, towards his chest.

"Hold them," you demanded sweetly with Dabi hissing at you in response.

"I said to hold them!" you increased the pressure on his pelvis, making his eyes roll back.

Stapled hands moved up to replace yours, his body hardly able to suppress another lustful shudder.

"Attaboy," the look on his face, furious yet twisted with pleasure, had almost painful sparks of excitement erupt in your belly.

And then you continued your merciless assault on his hole, stroking his cock at the same time. The gummy shaft rammed inside of him to the tilt, going deeper and deeper each time, slowly but surely pushing him towards another high.

A breathy groan rumbled through his chest when you thrusted forward again, nailing him right in the prostate gland, making his vision nearly white out, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

You were starting to get exhausted, heart pounding, breath coming quicker, sweat dripping down your temples as you kept pushing into him, hitting that one special spot of his over and over again. Your hand kept fisting hís cock in sync with your moves, watching how it went insanely hard, his balls starting to tighten up.

Dabi was a heaving mess by now, completely at your mercy, forehead coated with a thick sheen of sweat as his head fell back. His strangled noises soon mixed with your quiet pants and the sound of skin slapping together.

Then his heavy-lidded eyes fluttered shut. His voice cracked on a hoarse scream, while the second orgasm hit him like a freight train, back arching, body convulsing as cum pulsed from the tip of his cock and pooled on his stomach.

You kept fucking him through his high, your hand pumping his cock until he was dry and his overstimulated body helplessly twitching below you.

Dabi was completely out of it when you came to a slow stop. While you carefully pulled out and undid the straps, he was breathing hard through his half-opened mouth, eyes still closed shut, a deep blush on his cheeks.

Patting his thighs, you moved the equipment off to the side before scooting up and laying down by his side. He slowly opened his eyes, deep azures turned toward the ceiling.

Your hand reached up to wipe some spit off his cheek, that had dribbled down the corner of his mouth. He was quiet, just continuing to look up with this fucked out expression and all you could do was grin as you leaned in to kiss him.

"Guess we'll do that more often—" you cooed before leaning forward to press your lips against his, your hand gently cupping his sweaty cheek.

[dabisbratz]

hihihi!! can i put in a request pleaseeeee?

can i please get dabi with a breeding, spit and impact play?

thank you so much darlin!

MOTIVATION.

a/n: thank you for the request, honey~

WARNING: nsfw, face slapping, spanking, daddy kink (written once or twice), spitting, breeding, mentions “getting knocked up” but there will be no result in pregnancy. reader’s genitals are open ended.

“Why don’t you make me?” You grit out through clenched teeth, your fists by your sides are curled into fists. He didn’t get it, he didn’t understand. It was like you weren’t allowed to be stressed. You wanted to be taken out of your own head, to put the bubbling anger to rest. And you didn’t even know why you were angry. Dabi’s eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, flicker up the second you challenge him. You know not to make mistakes like that.

He doesn’t make the first move, he waits for you to do it. That’s all he needs, you to walk over to him with humiliation heating up your skin. He knows you’re aware of how bratty you’re being, he just wants you to wait. He wants you to anticipate. Truthfully, he wants you to be scared. The second you’re on him he’d gripped your chin, forcing it open and staring at your lips.

You expect him to shove his fingers in your mouth, maybe spit in it to “Finally shut you up,” but he finds satisfaction in slapping you across the face. His staples pull against his cheek when he grins, his thumb caressing your cheekbone as he coos. He loves the sounds you make when you’re caught by surprised, he loves the stupid look on your face when you look up at him with teary eyes.

“Wanna try that again, dolly?” But fuck that, fuck him. Dabi wasn’t someone who tolerated brattiness, but he loved a challenge. You didn’t mouth off often, but it was already too late, you had already pushed this hard. So why not push a little further? He watches you cross your arms against your chest, unable to forget the sniffling sound you make to hide a quiet whimper.

“Sugar.” There was your final warning. It was full of faux exasperation. Dabi wasn’t very patient when it came to you, but he could be cautious when he wanted to be. So he grabs your throat and hauls you up, pushes you down into the leather couch he couldn’t wait to see you fucked out on. He wastes no time burning away the fabric of your clothes, leaving you completely naked. It wasn’t exactly fair, per say, seeing as he was fully dressed while you had to writhe in the remains of your clothing.

But you’re such a brat, pushing your hands against his grabbing ones. So big, so calloused, it’s practically driving you insane. Adorned by rings, the cold metal makes shivers run up your spine. He gropes wherever you can, squeezes your hips and rolls his fingers over the buds of your nipples with a long groan. It goes straight into the shell of your ear, making you twist your legs in an attempt to get him off. It’s all a facade, just because you were too prideful to admit that, maybe, you did regret talking back to him like that.

“I know, honey, you just want a big, strong man to make it all better, don’t you?” He purrs, catching his teeth on your earlobe before pulling away. He leaves you neglected, pushing the back of your knees with his large hands to bring them up and out. He pauses to watch you clench on nothing, to twitch under his gaze and moan softly. Through your own fit of frustrated arousal, you try to squeeze your thighs together, but his hold on you is too strong, and he feels it.

“You don’t? That’s such a shame, sweetheart. I could’ve really fucked you outta that pretty head of yours, help with whatever’s got you actin’ like a fuckin’ brat.” He growls mid sentence, using his hand to smack the swell of your ass with enough force to make you jolt. The thought of him leaving you high and dry makes you sob, spreading your legs wider as you quietly plead, ‘Nonono, I’ll be a good boy, I promise. Please let me cum, I’ll be a good boy, I willIwillIwill-’ He hums, as if contemplating.

“Atta boy,” He replies, gruff under the contact on his lips being pressed against your hole. He leaves a soft kiss before slipping his tongue inside, grunting against the resistance. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, the look clearly telling you to relax for him. He pushes a lubed finger in along with it, though you weren’t entirely sure when he even got it because you were so dead set on letting out your frustrations. His words are so guttural, hushed by the squelching sound of his fingers and tongue. “That’s all you wanted, isn’t it? You wanna be treated like a prince, that it? C’mon, sweetie, let me in, would’ja? Ask for it, baby.”

You go lax into the couch, melting into the arm he has wrapped around your thigh. It’s a rough concoction of in, out, in, out, that has you sobbing into your knuckles. You can't help but babble, asking for anything, everything he has with a heavy tongue. He pulls away with a loud grunt, letting your thigh fall into the couch, but not before spitting directly on your hole. Whatever anger you felt earlier completely diminishes when his fingers loop beneath his jeans, when he pulls them off and throws them across the room. He takes off his shirt next, leaving his cock in the tight confine of his boxers. You can see it twitch, the head peeking through the waist band.

“But you know I could do whatever I want with you, don't you?” The question is rhetorical, the villain being too busy squeezing himself through his underwear to actually care about an answer. When his gaze returns back to you it’s heavy and lidded, a lazy smile on his face. He lets it spring free, his thick cock jumping against the waistband. “It’s a shame you were being a brat earlier. You want it? I’ll fuck your greedy hole til’ it’s full, you wanna carry my babies for me? God, you’re so easy.”

He chuckles, finally letting his cock completely free. You can feel his fingers prodding again, watching his face twist into something so carnal makes your stomach fill with heat. But fuck that, you’ve waited enough. If he wanted to tease, you could too. “Fuck, please. C’mon, I don’t care. Want it to hurt, just—fuck— give it to me, breed me. Wanna… Wanna be full, Dabi, please. Wan’ that cum inside me, fuckin’ fill me up alre-”

“Really got a mouth on you,” He doesn’t need to be told twice, moaning as he slips the head of his cock inside and forces it in, against the tight ring thats fucking clamping, clenching down on him so hard it feels like heaven. He could stay inside you all day, keep his cock warm inside of you while you carry his cum. He knows he can’t knock you up, not for real, but fuck if he wasn’t going to try. He likes hearing your surprised moans, hearing your babbling get cut short as you moan and scream into his lips. He’s so fast, thrusting like his life depends on it, like he’s got somewhere to be later. He watches you bounce, rearranges your legs into a much more comfortable mating press, and you can feel his balls slap against you again and again and again. “Shit, there you go. Take it all, good boy.”

Holy shit, you’re going to die. You’re going to die speared on your villain boyfriend’s dick, while he pummels into you like he was designed to do it. He forces you to look straight into his eyes, and when your vision goes dark for a few seconds you think you actually died. But there’s cum splattered across your chest, and- oh.

“Good boy, gonna wait for me, huh? Gonna fill you up. Such a good boy, cumming on my cock like you were made for it. Thank me for it, thank Daddy for making you a daddy.” He forces your lips apart and spits directly onto your tongue, a wet trail connecting your lips. You can feel his cock twitching side of you, the pulsating pushing you over the edge once again when- fuck, finally- Dabi’s cum spurts deep inside of you.

“Thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou..”

“Shut up,” You can hear the smile in his voice, and he makes no effort to pull out when he rearranges the two of you on his couch. He relishes in the sound of your overstimulated moans, cooing before patting your cheek once more. Not as hard as the first time, but hard enough to make the mark from earlier reappear. “Brat.”

[mintmatcha]

no actually i’d really enjoy that concept……………..if u do end up writing something for it i’ll eat it up 🤲🏻

this isn't good I'm so sorry but here's a lil Dabi angst

cw: mentions of bad parenting

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Even after all this time, the passcode to your door is still 3456.

It's muscle memory by now- entering the code, slipping in and locking the door behind him, guiding himself in the dark through the miscellaneous clutter that's scattered through your apartment.

It's worse than it was the last time he was here. Part of him wonders if you have any help, if anyone checks in on you- but he pushes that part down deep.

Your bedroom door is open, whole room soaked in darkness, when he passes.

He pushes down the part that wants to see you too.

The room at the end of the hall used to be your office, but the cream colored walls and files have been replaced with soft pinks and stuffed animals. The corner that used to host your desk now has a tiny cradle.

'Hey, kid." he rests on the crib's railing, hand dangling down above his child's face like a makeshift mobile. He waggles his fingers as if she's awake, as if she'll respond. "Long time no see."

She's 3 months old, almost 4. If anyone asked, he'd deny knowing her age and just shrug it off- but he knows. He knows her birthday by heart- carved it into the heel of his boot so he wouldn't forget.

No one would ask. No one knows she's his.

No one knows you used to be his too.

"What's your mom feeding you? You're growing like a fuckin' weed." he can't resist poking a cheek, watching how the tubby skin bounces back. Her skin is closer to yours than his, healthy and glowing, but her hair is undeniably his; a crop of bright red hair has begun to form.

"I shouldn't say this, but you kinda look like me." he snorts to himself, "Let's hope that's the only thing you inherit from me, huh? Let's hope you take after your momma."

She rouses, kicking her fragile little legs out with a whine. It’s strangely adult, the way she rubs her face with a grumble and Dabi can’t help but laugh. Her wide eyes meet his, pale blue against pale blue, and her lips begins to tremble when she realizes this isn't her mother- it's a stranger.

"Hey now, it's just me." he rests his palm against the curve of her tummy, against the plush of her jumper, and activates his quirk. His life has been about being hotter, burning harder, so it's almost a challenge to just warm his skin, but he does it for her. The heat lulls her again, heavy lids fluttering shut. Her fingers curl around his, so tiny that her whole hand can only fit around his ring finger. "You don't recognize your dad's voice? Fuckin' brat."

He wishes she didn't like the warmth.

It’s the same thing his dad used to do for him as a kid- just a simple, basic touch. A silent reassurance. She's too young to know how he's wronged her by staying away- too young to know how much worse it would be if he stayed.

Abuse repeats itself. It's poisoning the well, killing the family tree from within. Maybe it's genetic- maybe he's already cursed his child to trauma just by making her- maybe it's environmental.

He prays that it's environmental. You could provide that for her.

“You can’t keep doing this, Touya.” he doesn't turn; he knows you're in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes tired, just like usual. He tries to memorize her face, remember every curve of her face so deeply that he can close his eyes and pretend he's back here again. “You need to leave."

His daughters fingers curl in her sleep, fingernails catching against one of his stitches. He wants to hold her, but he's afraid he'll never let her go again. “I'm just checking in."

"You don't have that right anymore- you chose to leave." you spit.

"What did you want from me? A happy lil housewife fantasty? A life where we live together and raise a perfect fucking family? Expect me to be everything that my dad wasn't?" he finally looks at you and the shine in your eyes tells him that he's hit a nerve, but he can't stop himself, "Get real. You know I'm a piece of shit. I've killed people. It's a miracle I haven't killed you yet."

"You wouldn't-"

You're right, he could never. He loves you two more than life itself, but vile shit keeps spilling from his mouth, soiled from being inside his mind.

"Even if I wanted to stay with you, the only thing that would happen if I stayed-" he carefully pries himself away from his baby, "Would be that I'd ruin her. Completely fuck her up."

You hold yourself, arms clutching your shoulders desperately in an attempt to comfort yourself. He wonders if you still love him- if you always will love him, just like you promised. "I don't believe that."

"That's because I've already ruined you."

You crumble over, resting against the door for strength. "Just go. Don't come back."

He doesn't say goodbye- not to you, not to your child.

..

The next time he visits, the door code has changed.

[stillalittlelostngl]

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Pt 4 Dabi/Reader

Reader gets a well deserved nap. Again, again - this is an old wip i'm reposting so please be gentle or I will ghost again lol

If Shigaraki kept bitching, Kurogiri was going to have to sweep his ashes up off the floor.

Dabi had done what the bastard wanted - he’d went and found him a healer, pretty damn good one considering how the folks in the ward acted when he was out asking questions, and yet Shigaraki still found something to complain about. If he wasn’t bitching about the amount of sedative one minute he was bitching about Dabi’s fucked up arm.

Dabi couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that one, he was acting like he was the one that got fucked up. Besides, what’s the point of having a healer working for villains if they can’t defend themself?

And how the hell was he supposed to know the healer had some bite to them beforehand, anyways?

He had done his best to ignore him while Kurogiri did what he could to salvage his arm but the man’s grating voice became harder to block out once the pain somewhat subsided. If anything the pain in his arm was replaced with a throbbing headache.

After dressings Dabi’s wounds to the best of his abilities, Kurogiri moved the healer into the room that he had been preparing beforehand after learning that the healer would have to be taken through…a more forceful method than other League members. In all honesty, the room was little better than a closet; there was hardly enough room to fit much else aside from the bed.

From what Dabi saw it shouldn’t be too much of an issue for the little healer, it wasn’t like their run down apartment was much better. If anything they should feel right at home.

Dabi followed after Kurogiri, watching as he placed the healer in the bed and began to bound their hands in front of them. ‘To prevent another accident,’ the man had explained. Dabi had his doubts if some flimsy restraint would really be able to stop the healer if they really wanted to do something but figured he’d keep his mouth shut. If he was lucky Shigaraki would be the one they went after next time.

“They’ll be your responsibility.”

Dabi had to prevent his body from tensing just listening to him speak. It was like nails on a chalkboard. How Stain had been able to tolerate this guy was beyond him.

“Are you listening?” He said it as if it would be such a surprise if Dabi wasn’t.

Dabi debated if he should continue to toy with the man by ignoring him but the sound of his hands on his neck tearing into the skin made him decide to cut his fun short. As appealing as it sounded it seemed Shigaraki was on a shorter fuse than normal today.

Wouldn’t do for his end goal if the man died before he even began to be useful to Dabi.

“What are they, a dog?” Dabi couldn’t hold back the amused smile when he remembered how he had always wanted a pet when he was younger. All good things come with time and all that.

He assumed to comment would get more of a rise out of Shigaraki but the man just pressed on in his nagging.

“If they hurt any other members it’s on you.”

“Ohhh, getting a little sentimental are we?” finally turning to face Shigaraki, Dabi could practically see the irritation rolling off of him in waves. “Never took you for the type. I’m touched.”

“There’s no use in adding a healer to the party if they’re not going to be useful.”

Tired of talking in circles Dabi decided to cut his teasing short, “Yeah, yeah I get it. I’ll handle them.” He had hoped the statement would leave no room for argument. However, it seemed Shigaraki took such a decisive statement as a challenge or something.

“If you fucked this up -”

“If you were so worried about that you should’ve done the damn recruitment yourself.”

Shigaraki looked like he was going to lunge for him and Dabi straightened his posture, ready for the bastard to make the first move.

If Kurogiri hadn’t spoken up Dabi was sure one of the two would be a pile of ashes and dust, “What’s done is done. The assignment was accomplished and should they prove more trouble than they’re worth it would be no great difficulty to dispose of them,” the pointed look sent Dabi’s way left no confusion as to just who would be tasked with disposing of them should it be required, “There are more important things to be concerned with at this point in time, Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki looked practically pained to have to take the older man’s judgement for what it was, casting Dabi one last glare before finally leaving the doorway, storming down the hall with Kurogiri following close behind.

Of course the older man didn’t leave before sharing a few choice words with Dabi.

“If this recruitment goes well it’s likely that Shigaraki would ask for you to continue to find more members in the future,” the news surprised Dabi, he had figured the little mission had been given to him because Shigaraki had wanted him out of his hair or something. Of course if Dabi was stuck recruiting people all day that would still give him that desired result so maybe that was the man’s end game, “He’s eager to see us succeed and when his success is so closely tied to the decisions of others it puts him on edge.”

Dabi still isn’t sure what to make of either Shigaraki or Kurogiri; he doesn’t know if he can trust them as far as he can throw them. Their dynamic is confusing and he’s still wondering how Stain could’ve gotten caught up with these guys - especially after the failure at the USJ, but he does know the League seems to be their top priority. And as long as there’s a League then Dabi has an in to his goals too.

He decides to take Kurogiri words for their face value, and give him a nod of understanding. He could practically see the tension leave the man’s shoulders at the small action before he gave a small word of parting before going to catch up with Shigaraki.

Dabi didn’t bother holding back the tired sigh after the door closed. Even when his goals were clearly intertwined with theirs he still couldn’t stop himself from questioning his decision to join their little rag tag group of misfits.

His head snapped up as movement from the bed brought him out of his thoughts.

Eyeing the healer’s stiff movements, he couldn’t help but be somewhat impressed. While their eyes were heavy lidded and it seemed like they couldn’t keep their head up for more than a few seconds on their own, that didn’t stop them from staring him down with one of the most pathetic glares he’d ever seen.

To be honest, Dabi had thought they were supposed to be out longer than that, especially given Shigaraki’s nagging about the sedative earlier. Perhaps their quirk was affecting the drug’s effectiveness?

Their glazed over eyes tracked him as he neared the bed. He isn’t sure what exactly he’s supposed to say in this moment. For some reason “welcome to the League of Villains” didn’t sound too right to him.

Luckily for him, they seemed eager to get the first word out.

“Scary ass bitch.”

Dabi didn’t bother concealing the snort of amusement at the statement. “I’m scary?”

Their words were slurred and nearly ran together, he’s sure it took some effort to get their mouth to cooperate to get the words out and he’s tickled that’s what they had decided to go with. No crying for help or asking questions. He wondered if they were bold or just stupid but then again the drugs could also be affecting their critical thinking skills.

Course with them tending to criminals all day long he’s not too sure they had too much of that to begin with. But then again, the pain still stinging up his arm had him pretty certain they could probably back up their words to some extent.

Of course his entertainment wouldn’t last long. Shortly after their lovely statement their head lolled to the side, in a manner that Dabi just knew they’d wake up with a kink in their neck, and they were unconscious again.

Shigaraki was not going to like this one.

____

You watched the children running by, their sounds of laughter and play filling the street as you sat on the front steps of the apartment building your family lived in when you were younger.

It was always hard to feel lonely in Kamino when you shared a front yard with so many other families. The other children's’ parents sitting on the steps and talking about grown folk things while your mother braided your hair, humming some thoughtless tune while she worked.

Your mother’s artisan hands crafting designs and patterns into your hair that she’d learned from her mother and aunties before you or your siblings were born. You’d sat in front of a mirror a few times yourself and attempted to recreate the styles but they never quite turned out right. Your hair far too stubborn for your uncoordinated hands to manage. It was an art form you hadn’t mastered yet.

It wasn’t until the apartment door opened and your older siblings were running past where you and your mother sat as your father called out for them to be home before the lights came on that you realized you were dreaming.

Your father being alive and your brother walking free hadn’t been true for a few years now.

The memory of the man in your apartment and him jumping you comes back, and you should be scared - should be terrified of what you’ll see the next time you open your eyes, but you’re not. You’re far too content to let the dream play out than to rush yourself into having to confront whatever would be waiting for you. You’d much rather relive this summer memory from so many years ago than have to deal with that.

You think there’s a possibility that you won’t be waking up too.

People talk about their life flashing before them when they die don’t they? Sure, this wasn’t your entire life but maybe that idiot had used too much of whatever sedative and now you were stuck here.

The soft sound of your mother’s melody in your ears and the booming laughter of your father filling the streets as he conversed with your neighbors had you thinking maybe not waking up wouldn’t be all that bad.

“There,” your mother announced, closing off the end of the last braid, “All done.” Your hand lifted to feel the design before she grabbed your hand and put it back in your lap, “Aht, don’t go messin it up already, now. I ain’t gunna be fixin it if you do.”

You knew it was a bluff, she always ended up fixing em when you messed em up no matter how much she might get on you for it. You nodded anyways.

She gave you a kiss on the cheek before rising to her feet. “Now stay where your daddy can see you, I have to go check on dinner.” With a call to your father to keep his eye on you she made her way inside and left you to entertain yourself.

You remember how it always upset you that you were confined to staying with the adults growing up while your siblings got to run off wherever they wanted. They never said as much, they’d always insist it was cuz you were the youngest, but you knew your parents had always been concerned about your quirk. About what would happen if they weren’t watching you close enough.

After the accident when your quirk first manifested they hadn’t let you do much without some type of adult supervision.

Now that you were older you understood why they were so strict with you, neither of them or their families had quirks that worked like yours did and the first time it manifested had been terrifying for all parties involved. You got why they didn’t want to risk another incident like that. They just wanted to make sure you were safe.

But growing up it had always felt like a punishment. You had to wear gloves in public and couldn’t play with other kids unless an adult was supervising. Often, your father would drag you to the library and you were stuck huddled between shelves of books and articles about quirk development and the biological aspects of them while your siblings got to run off and do whatever it is they did with no supervision.

You spent well over a year going over research that had words far too large and theories too complex for you to understand most days - let alone figure out how to apply. But it was the only way you could begin to learn how to control it. Your family was already strained making ends meet as it was - there was no way they could factor the expense of a quirk management class on top of everything else

“Ey, now,” your father called to you, dragging you out of your thoughts as he took the space your mother had vacated a moment before, “let me see what your mama been workin on for so long.”

You couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping as he moved your head this way and that to get a better look at the design.

He let out a low whistle of appreciation for your mother’s skill, “She really outdid herself with this one. You gunna make all them other girls jealous.”

It wasn’t often you had gotten to spend much time with him when you were younger. He had late night factory shifts and would often be heading out to work when you got home from school or heading in from work as you were heading out. While you had always been indignant about having to be watched by adults you’d take any opportunity to soak up your father’s attention like a sponge when given the opportunity.

It was surreal to be seeing him again, even a bit unfair, when you knew he wouldn’t be there when you woke up.

For some reason that was far more upsetting than knowing when (if) you woke up you’d have to deal with the stranger who drugged you.

A tug on one of the braids brought your attention back to your father. (If your mama had seen him do that she’d no doubt be givin him hell about it) “Can’t have you spacin out now. You gotta get goin.”

“Goin?” You asked, already knowin exactly what he meant.

Your subconscious was havin the audacity to kick you out of your own head.

“Come on now,” he huffed as he pulled you up to your feet and brushed off some nonexistent dust, “You gotta face the rest of the world eventually.”

“I don’t think I wanna.” Would it really be so bad to stay stuck in this memory? You certainly didn’t think so, especially given the alternative.

Your father just laughed, that same full bodied laugh he had all those years ago that brought an ache in your chest, “You can’t stay anywhere forever.”

[blahkugo]

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dabi / touya todoroki — daddy kink

a/n: it’s just pure filth. needy!rc & dabi being a dick daddy.

wc: 1.3k

tw: consensual somno, overstim, daddy kink (obvi)

It’s always a pleasure to see Dabi asleep.

Not in fitful naps filled with nightmares, murmured pleas, and sweat-soaked sheets—or the occasional post-battle concussion—but actually resting. He doesn’t get much sleep to begin with, and when he does there always seems to be a grimace attached, a tick of his jaw that makes your breath catch, worried for the safety of his subconscious mind.

But on rare occasions like tonight, you get a little glimpse of your boyfriend truly at peace. Chest rising and falling at an even pace, loose black hair tousled across the pillow, cheeks softly flushed. He looks content, for once, and it makes your heart soar.

It’s really too bad you’re as horny as you are.

Dabi always demands you wake him at the slightest of necessities, claims he’d much rather be buried inside your tight, wet cunt then fighting comatose demons. You should, given how often you’ve woken up to him tonguing it, licking and slurping you as though he’s parched and you’re a glass of water on the nightstand. It’d be a welcomed surprise, really, to turn the tables for once.

Still, you don’t want to be a bother, don’t want to be the needy little thing you always are for him. He deserves to be looked after too—and besides, the sight of him so tranquil is almost enough to quell your salacious thoughts. Almost. You can’t truly deny the slick dribbling down your thighs, the way he could have you satiated and fucked asleep with a few pumps of his wrist.

But maybe you can have the best of both worlds, take this rare chance to play caretaker while still getting yourself off.

So you begin your little mission, clambering over to where Dabi lays peacefully and snuggling up against him. Your actions are silent, completed with the utmost caution as to not risk rousing him. And his warm body welcomes you, stirring only to pull you closer.

When you’ve successfully wrapped a leg around his thigh, you test the waters by humping against it once, twice—softly at first—only focusing on your own pleasure when you’re certain he won’t awaken.

Soon, you’re rutting shamelessly, lost in the chase of your high, a hand clamped tightly over your mouth to stifle gasps and low moans. The friction of your clit against his rough thighs is pure bliss, the slick that drizzles across his skin only provoking you further.

What would Dabi say if he saw you like this? If he’s stirred into consciousness by your sharp inhales and the helpless little juts of your hips against him? It’s dirty, you’re dirty, for getting so worked up over his unconscious body. Knowing him, he’d probably–

“Enjoying yourself, princess?”

The sudden quip makes you jolt, shocking you out of your thoughts as you rush to feign innocence. It’s no use, of course; judging by the smirk on Dabi’s face, it seems he’s been watching you for quite some time.

“I- I was just–” You struggle to explain yourself, feeling heat blossom in your chest at being caught in such an obscene position.

“Well don’t stop on my account,” he tempts, voice dangerously gravely, low enough to make your gut tighten and your legs tremble. “Looks like you’re doin’ just fine on your own.”

You can see the smugness in his lidded eyes, the way he shifts himself up against the headboard, throwing his arms behind his head and repositioning you directly on his lap. All the while, he ignores the whimper you let out, the quiver of your bottom lip as you silently beg for him to touch you. This is a punishment, of course, a petty consequence of trying to fulfill your own needs when he’s right here.

So, what can you do except follow the command? You begin grinding against him again, eyes trained on the beautiful man in front of you. He doesn’t say a word, simply watches as you bounce pathetically, desperately attempting to regain the rhythm you had fallen into only moments ago.

But with his gaze glued to your body, it’s impossible. Now that he’s fully present, you can’t help but long for the rough graze of his fingers, for the feeling of being poked and prodded by the nimble digits that know every inch of your warm walls. And he knows good and well how badly you want him to reach out, to allow you to melt beneath his touch.

Finally fed up with your failure, you mumble a soft, ‘please help me,’ eyes trained anywhere but his own.

“What was that, baby?” Dabi presses a finger to your chin, lifting it so that you’re peering up at him once again. “Didn’t quite catch that.” The look he gives you should be illegal, all pointed teeth and hungry eyes, an amalgam of pure arrogance and satisfaction that even a hero wouldn’t dare challenge.

Your hands dart out to grab at his arm, still helplessly writhing against his heated skin, “P-please daddy, need you.”

Within seconds, you’re lifted, then placed with your knees on either side of his bare leg. Dabi doesn’t bother with flipping you around, seemingly content with watching you fall apart completely on display. One hand remains fastened behind his head, but the other finally moves towards you. His fingers ghost across your thighs, coating themselves in your juices while he inches to where you need him most.

“Poor little baby,” he hums, swiftly sinking two knuckles into your wet cunt, “can’t get yourself off without daddy’s help, yeah?”

The sudden stretch makes you keen into him, hands scrambling for purchase on his biceps. Dabi curls his fingers upwards, pressing against gummy walls at the spot that makes your stomach heavy and your eyes clench shut. In just a few seconds, you feel yourself far closer to paradise than your own ministrations ever got you.

Soon, time is lost on you. You’re unsure of when you reached your first peak, or how many times you’ve cum since, though Dabi’s lithe digits never let up. You’re still meeting his thrusts, rubbing your clit against his palm with every pump and whining incoherently.

The only thing you know, the only thing that truly matters in this moment, is the God in front of you—his touch, his smug grin, his incessant urging that ‘you can take it, princess,’—but your nerves are on fire. You’re unable to voice your concern, too stimulated to offer anything but pathetic squeals and cries of ‘daddy, daddy, daddy,’ over and over again.

“T-Too much– ah, s’ too much,” you sob between gasps, upper body dropping against his chest when you can no longer support yourself. Instead of stopping, it only makes Dabi press harder—but he allows you the simple reprieve of curling into him, moving his free arm to caress your sweat-soaked head.

“Been saying that for a while now,” he grunts, wincing when your fingernails dig into his pecks, “but your sloppy cunt’s still gushing all over me, yeah?”

“I- fuck, I-” You can’t help but stutter, babbling through fuzzy thoughts. Every single part of you begs for release—muscles aching, skin sheen with sweat and tight walls clenching on their own—but he’s right; your body still humps against his every thrust, sorry little movements that achieve nothing but making you beg and blubber louder.

“One more time, princess,” he coos, throbbing cock straining against your ass, “and we can sleep.” Somewhere in your hazy brain, you know he’s lying, know he’ll be wide awake for days to come.

Dabi never gets a good night’s sleep, but it’s fine; he’s always quite content fucking you unconscious.

[dxrkdreamer]

A Compromise

Dabi x Reader

WC: 3.2 k

Dabi comes to collect his promised Nomus from Dr. Garaki's lab, finding you in his place. But he realizes he's in for a challenge, especially once you bring out your strap on.

Warnings: pegging, fingering (f), oral (f), handjob (m), humiliation (m), dabi swearing, slight bondage.

"You’re here for the nomus” you mused, licking the strawberry flavoured lollipop you delicately held in your hand. Cheekily you looked up at him from your seat, your tongue running over the candy.

Dabi shrugged, “Why else would I be in a creepy science lab?” the large computer screen behind you illuminated his figure. You studied his lean figure, the scars that decorated his body, his captivating seafoam eyes, his toned chest peeking out from under his white shirt. All in all, it made you… reconsider your initial plan.

“I’m sorry but the old man is out, I cannot fulfill your order” referencing Dr. Garaki. Your tongue rolled over the lollipop again “These guys here” you jerked your head towards the glass screens encasing the bioengineered humans “aren’t even the real deal”

“'M not here for your crazy science pitch” he rasped out getting a little impatient “I’d like my Nomus so I can be on my way” he lowered his voice in annoyance. Being a lieutenant for an organization he barely cared about really dampened his mood, exhausted him.

Your ears perked up at the sudden change in tone, a playful hotness rising in your gut “What if I say no?” you cheekily smiled at him.

He threw his head back and inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes tightly and scrunching his nose. “Quit being a brat, I’d hate to hurt a lady”

Classy and handsome! You internally screamed. His staples glistened in the light and you followed them as they dived down underneath his cursed white shirt. Your eyes drank in his appearance further, his belt poking out and coat lazily thrown over his body. His tight jeans outline his thighs perfectly. You could just dig your nails into them. “Fuck” you breathed, getting up off your chair. Your dress dipping lower as you did so.

“How about a deal?” you tilted your head to the side, giving him an innocent smile.

He let out a loud exhale and turned to look at you, a flicker of anger crossed his eyes “Look brat, I can obliterate you here-”

“Do it” A sly smile made its way to your lips and you walked towards him, passing by him as you walked towards an empty glass case where the bioengineered species were usually kept dormant. He stared at your back as you swayed your hips walking. Finally stopping you turned around “It's unfortunate, what happens to these guys you know” you began “Forced to follow a path and then discarded when they're no longer needed… But I guess that happens to everyone"

Dabi’s gaze looked between the case and you, confused about what you were getting at “Kinda like you, you reek of daddy issues you know?” you smirked, but before you could mutter another word he had you pinned against the glass. One hand gripping your throat, the other dangerously beside your face as it lit up in blue flames.

“It’s odd, someone like you with the league of villains, or paranormal liberation or whatever. You don’t seem all that interested in heroes” he made no move to burn you alive so you took that as a good sign to continue gambling on your life “more like… one hero” you bit your lip as you felt the heat of his fire get stronger “Is Hawks like your dad’s secret love child or something? you seem awfully obsessed with ruining his reputation” you question innocently.

“What the fuck?” he growled, getting into your face. His breath fanned against your lips as he spoke “Normally I don’t mind the company of a pretty lady, but you’re getting to be quite annoying” he shoved you hard against the case, rattling your body. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the way his hips were so close to yours… You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves and circulation down. “My nomus” he repeated, a more sinister look on his face. One that would send a horrific shudder through anyone. But you weren’t just any plain jane.

You opened your eyes “Our deal!” you grinned “you wanted to obliterate me, well I have a compromise” you brought your lollipop to your mouth, tapping it against your tongue, his eyes followed, brows scrunched in curiosity. “If you can get me to cum first, they’re yours. But if I make you cum before me, they’re mine”

The eldest Todoroki's head dipped down, letting out a low and dark chuckle, looking up at you through his dark bangs “The fate of society rests on your pussy, I’m sorry dollface but this is a losing battle for you” he pressed his hips to yours, his growing erection rubbed against your thighs. The roughness of his jeans creating friction against your tense skin. Eyes almost rolling to the back of your head from the sensation of a hot villain grinding against you. Almost.

“Don’t get too cocky Dabi” you giggled, hand reaching down to pull the leather of his belt. The sudden movement pushed him against you roughly, eliciting a groan from the man.

Your hand worked away at unbuckling his belt and you threw it to the side somewhere. You lick your hand and bring it down, grasping his hot cock, giving it a long and slow stroke. It slides easily in your wet fist, the slickness giving him the right amount of slip and pressure. Your thumb circling around his tip, spreading pre-cum along its head. Drawing it out, slowly.

“You’re hesitating doll” Dangerous cobalt eyes stared at yours, the pads of his rough fingers tugging against your lips as they dove in to explore your warm mouth. Pushing your tongue down, eliciting a gag out of you. His fingers pulled out, coated in your spit ready to dive inside of you once again.

Although your style was a bit more blunt, it seemed the fire quirk user was a bit more patient. Savouring the moment. Teasing you. Surprising you a little, you hadn't taken him to be the type for a lot of foreplay. And the lack of release you were getting made your groan and you rubbed your cunt against his rough jeans. Creating enough friction for you to keep from begging.

"Impatient little thing" he mused at your attempt. "Won't keep you waitin' long". True to his words, his hand slipped under your dress, his pinkies hooked under the waistband of your panties, sliding them off with ease as his spit coated fingers plunged into your wet pussy without warning.

"F-fuck wait" the sudden invasion racked your body with a pleasurable pain as your walls adjusted around his fingers. As you relaxed he slowly pushed them in deeper, pressing against your walls, eliciting quiet moans from your pretty lips.

"So wet doll" he commented, eyes glued to his fingers coming out with more and more of your wetness. They glistened in the light, your essence coating them and then dripping down onto the ground in excess. Squelching noises filled the air as he picked up the pace, fingers curling against your insides as they thrust in and out. Your hazy eyes glanced down to see what he was talking about. The sight alone made you whimper and clamp down around his fingers.

"Think you can take another?" His deep voice rumbled out. He wasn't really asking for permission, so before you could incoherently give him a 'yes', another one of his fingers dived in, stretching you out. Rubbing against you.

Another moan tumbled from your lips as your hand worked away, stroking and playing with his cock and his hand toying with your pussy. But enough playing around, the world was a shitty place but it wasn’t terrible enough to destroy per say.

Before he could realize, you activated your quirk, black energy waves appeared and you pushed him down on his hands and knees, the waves quickly wrapping around his wrists and ankles like rope and binding him to the ground. “Doll” he slurred out “you didn’t say we could use quirks” the anger evident in his voice. He let out a frustrated growl as he couldn’t activate his own. His blue flames barely come out as puffs of gray smoke due to the energy you binded him with.

“We never talked about rules,” you shrugged. His angry eyes travel up your legs, admiring the way your wetness leaked down your thighs making a mess. A mess he made out of you in mere minutes.

His eyes grew hungrier at the site and he moved his tongue to lick your sweet coated legs. “Doll” he chuckled “Let me out, or I’ll get angry” he said, eyes looking up at you as he dragged his wet tongue along your thighs “and I’m not a kind man when I’m angry”.

You were enjoying this, so why would you let your new play thing out so soon? His tongue working away, slipping over your soft skin, him practically begging- no needing you to cum. But the man looked so good as he licked closer and closer to your pussy. And maybe you could indulge a little longer. Especially from the way his teeth grazed against your soft skin, marking it in deep violets and reds. Your eyes watched his mouth twist into a sinister smile, his tongue teasingly circled your pussy. His eyes staring into yours in amusement as he continued to toy with you.

“Oh Dabi…” you groaned, leaning against the case and shutting your eyes as his tongue finally swiped over your clit quickly, followed by a nice long swipe from your aching hole back up to your clit. Giving you more substance, more pressure, more pleasure. His lustful gaze trapping your eyes as you stared deeper, and grinded harder against his wet, dripping tongue.

“You taste so good doll” he hummed against your cunt, your hand reached out to grip his dark locks tightly, tugging on them, as his tongue delved into your folds. Lapping the juices that spilled out of your sweet pussy.

Maybe it was the way he was one all fours, maybe it was because he was a villain, or maybe it was just the look his eyes were giving you. But you felt yourself snapping at the sight. He looked so good, bent over for you, shirt rolled down to his shoulders exposing his toned back as he worked away at your pussy. A dangerous arsonist on his knees for you. You could almost cum from the thought.

But even he had his limits, as his untouched cock twitched angrily he let out a pained groan, losing focus and detaching his mouth. It was enough of an opportunity for you to gain some sense of reality and you quickly moved away to catch your breath.

Letting out a shuddered breath, he looked up to where you were standing before. But instead he was met with his reflection in front of the glass.

A newfound annoyance grew within him. The stress of the league, your bratiness and now his throbbing fucking cock. "You piece of shit doll. I'll fucking incinerate you, till your a pile of pathetic fucking ash"

His cock throbbed again against his abdomen. Pre leaking down it's underside and dripping onto his balls. He could hear you shuffling around, only worsening his mood further.

With his arms and legs bound to the ground there was little he could do. Except- "no" he shook his head. No way in hell would he beg. "Dabi" your sweet voice rang in his ears. "Earth to Dabi" so angelic. "Dabi!" You yelled, slapping the back of his thigh, jolting him back to reality.

"Fucking hell! Crazy bitch!" He shouted back. The force enough for his cock to slap against his stomach, sending some stimulation through his body. But it wasn't enough.

"You look cute" his cheeks flushed red and he looked up at the glass to see your reflection. You were twirling a new lollipop in your mouth. "You like being praised?" You questioned at the sight of his cheeks.

"Pffft no" a lie

"Hmmm, should I tell you how good you looked when you were angry" you grip his hips "how much you turned me on from activating your quirk?"you pulled his hips against you. "how pretty you looked when you moaned from fucking into my fist?" His eyes widened as he felt the toy you had harnessed around yourself. "How good you'll look when I fuck you?" Your breath fanned against his ear.

"If you don't want it just say red" you thought aloud "or blue, I don't really care what color" you hummed, the toy strap on grazing his hole. The feeling instantly had him tense. Eyes wide, he stared at his flustered expression on the glass.

I look fucking pathetic. He thought

The options tearing his pride apart. On one hand he could just blurt out a stupid color and this would end. On the other hand was the crippling and unnecessary stress his current league situation was causing. He needed some outlet, and since they were laying low now more than ever he wasn't able to have his regular hook ups.

The choices lay in front of him. Say a color and call it a night and save his pride. Or finally have his release at the cost of his pride.

The next words were heavy on his tongue, dark eyes stared at his reflection and finally traveled up to your nonchalant one. More annoyance coursing through him at your expression.

"Sociopathic fucking bitch"

"Ah! I knew you'd come around!" You exclaimed with glea. Nails digging into his ass, you pulled him against the dildo. Pressing it further, already lubed up, the tip slipped in with ease. The dark haired man bit his lip harshly, drawing blood as he held his noises in.

"Poor little villain" you drawed, pushing in deeper, grazing against his prostate. The stimulation earned you a muffled moan followed by a desperate pant. "Who woulda thought it would be this easy to make you crumble"

"Y-you just…" he took a deep breath in an attempt to hide the whine that threatened to escape his lips "you play dirty. Pure fuckin' evil"

"I guess I am evil, I'm not really a fan of the world either" you casually confessed as you thrust into him. "Hey, focus on me" you grumbled, pulling his hair and forcing his head up to make eye contact with you. "I just don't like innocent people dying, you feel?"

He felt a lot of things at that moment. The heat coursing in his body, the burning pleasure in his hole, the throbbing pain his unstimulated dick felt, the sadistic smirk you wore on your face and his pitiful position. But he didn't feel anything about the outside world or the league. His body and mind solely focused on the pleasure you were giving him.

"Villains" you roll your eyes "so pathetic" you gave another thrust, filling him up before you finally began at a slow rhythmic pace. Your composed expression and controlled pace gave him the sick thought that this wasn't your first time doing this.

"Y-you've done…. You've done- fuckk!" He moans loudly, as you pick up the pace. Thighs smacking his as the toy had him falling apart so easily.

"This before?" A cheesy grin spread across your features "not with a villain as cute as you".

The same blush as before spread across his features at your praise, the force of your thrusts jerking his body forward as he looked up at you. His cheeks bouncing, lips tightly held together and eyes looking above to stare at you. Almost looked like he was pouting.

"Fuck you" he spat, but the situation only making him look like a naughty kid, followed by loud whimpers as his trembling lips held him back as much as they could.

"Watch yourself, big bad villain" your hand let go of his hair, his head dropping to meet his reflection in front of the glass. The double meaning behind your words had his shudder in both fear and lust.

His needy little pants fogged the glass, his lips covered in cuts from his teeth and his eyes glazed over in pleasure. "Fuckkkk you're insane" he moaned, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Trying to insult you using the remaining bits of his sanity.

But your pace was relentless, pounding almost. Each thrust delivered enough momentum for his cock to slap against his toned abs. Providing it enough to get off from.

And he watched himself at your command. Blue eyes filled with lust and cheeks a dusty pink as you pounded in him. His limbs growing weak as the pleasure took over his body, growing inside him, threatening to break the barrier he was barely holding up.

"You’re… fucking crazy… Fuck-" His vision blurred as his head dropped and hung low, drool slipping off his lips and dribbling down his chin. A loud groan escaped his swollen and bruised lips as he felt himself letting go.

"Getting off from something so dirty like the villain you are, hm?" You mused at the sight, earning a jumbled whimper and moan from his quivering self. He was close, you could tell. "Cum for me Dabi, I bet you'd look so cute"

As if I need your permission he screamed internally, but a part of his depraved and insane self loved it. Loved the control you had manifested over him. How an annoying nerd overpowered him with just a simple binding quirk and silicone toy.

The thought made his body twitch as his blood rushed down to his lower body, giving him one second of clarity before it crashed over him in a wave. His hips stuttered as his hole convulsed on your toy and cock sputtered out his hot cum. Coating his stomach and dripping onto the floor.

It was as though his world broke in half as he came, watching the way the scene before him split as his eyes rolled back. Giving you one final loud moan, followed by quiet pants as he regained his lost sanity.

"Fucking, stupid, sociopathic sciencey bitch" he breathed out, your quirk deactivating and his limbs were free, allowing him to slump onto the ground as he caught his breath.

One of his eyes opened as he observed you, casually slipping out of the harness. Your dress bunched up, barely covering you. Legs still covered in your slick and his spit from earlier. Much earlier, when he still had control. His lips formed a lopsided smirk at your state.

"We're not done here" he grunted, grabbing your ankles roughly and pulling you down to the floor. The cold tiles that hit your back and legs made you hiss.

"We had a deal-" you began thinking this was what it was about.

"keep the fucking nomus, I don't care about them" he grunted, "Or say a color stupid bitch" he mocked you, but you weren't really interested in any colors as you looked at him climbing on top of you.

His cock pressed against your stomach as he hovered over you. The dark look in his eyes told you that you were in for some serious consequences.

[dabifixation]

the importance of knocking

dabi x fem!reader

summary: When Dabi told you to wait at the bar because he was going to "Take care of things" you shouldn't have humored him. You shouldn't have gotten drunk on a mission. And most of all you shouldn't have ignored your gut feeling by looking for the blue flame user and discovering exactly what he meant by taking care of things.

warnings: nsfw, smut, voyeurism, unprotected sex, squirting, MINORS DNI

word count: 2.4k

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You really didn't like villains. They were temperamental bigots who were hard to work with and cared very little about their environment.

Blue eyed, flame wielding, two-toned nuisances were not the exception to this.

If anything, having Dabi tag along on your mission didn't really help with your dwindling impression of the man.

Said mission was going downhill very fast, losing your chance to achieve funds from your organization's formidable benefactors, all because somebody thought it was funny to set Mr Park's hair on fire after the man passed a comment on somebody's unprofessional attire.

You hated him for that. Truly hated him. However you knew he wasn't just messing up your mission for his own amusement. You weren't stupid, you knew a field test when you saw one. This mission was set up to see how well you'd do now that the Meta Liberation Army was under siege from the League of Villains. Dabi was your examiner.

And you failed the test.

So it came as a surprise to you when the bane of your existence suggested that he'd take care of things, which made you wonder if he was a comedian in his past life cause what could he possibly do to fix things.

You spent the next hour by yourself with an endless supply of whisky in hopes of coming up with a good plan in order to leave Japan undetected.

When the next hour passed by you began to wonder where your flame wielding partner went and how long he'd be. You were convinced that he was just hunting down one of the benefactor's and stole their suitcase filled with money. But you doubt killing someone took a full two hours, so you began to worry.

Not for him of course. That would be out of character for you. You were just worried about disappointing Shigaraki by coming empty handed and not on time. At the end of the day, you were a sucker for praise and didn't mind getting it from someone who ruined the goals and reputation of the Meta Liberation Army.

You had a serious problem.

Checking your wristwatch one last time, you decided now was a good time to phone Dabi. Snickering to yourself when you saw his contact was saved under 'If Menstruational Pain Was A Person'. You clicked on his contact, hoping he wouldn't be those annoying people who answered after the fifth ring on purpose.

He wasn't.

"Whoever this is, it better be important. I'm in the middle of something." He sounded slightly out of breath, and from the soft rustling of something in the background you could tell he wasn't in any danger. It made you sigh in relief.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Oh it's you. Miss me already?" You didn't need to see him smirking on the other end, cause you knew he was.

You ignored his question, "Where are you?"

There was pause that lasted long enough for you to hear a muffled cry in the background and an unknown squelching sound. You didn't take him for someone that tortured his victims.

You learn new things everyday.

"Room 3406." You heard a groan this time, making you frown. Why was he dragging his torture session out so long, the least he could do was put the poor person out of their misery and take their money.

Wait.

"You're still in the hotel. You damn asshole I thought you were dead in a ditch!" You raised your voice, not caring that people passing by gave you concerning looks.

"Didn't realize you cared so much about little old me." He let out a sound crossed between surprise and a laugh, which caught you off guard.

He hung up before you could give a response.

That was weird.

You looked down at your naked arms, noticing the goosebumps.

Yeah, very weird.

❦

It didn't take you long to find the hotel room, thanking your lucky stars when you found out the room was unlocked and didn't require a key card.

Once you entered the room, you glanced around noticing that nothing was out of place or broken. There was no signs of struggle, which was a good thing. It made cleaning up easier.

Your eyes landed on a pair of familiar boots placed adjacent to a pair of red bottom heels that were laying on its side.

You picked the heel up, examining it to see if there was any blood on it. There wasn't.

That's strange.

"Uhnnnggg~"

Your head snapped in the direction of the main bedroom when you heard the sounds of someone whimpering in pain. The warning bells in your head grew louder when you decided to check out what was going on.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar but not enough for you to see what was on the other side. You heard a deep groan as your fingers brushed the doorframe, your heart in your throat at what you'd find. So you pushed forward expecting everything but what was in front of you.

You didn't dare move.

There Dabi was, hands gripping tightly on some woman's hips. The muscle in his arms flexing, and his legs out stretched beneath her. Her hands were buried in his obsidian locks as he set the pace for her, bouncing her up and down his cock. Each time he brought her down, she'd let out a R-rated moan. She swiveled her hips as best as she could, but from the way her thighs trembled from the pleasure, you could tell it was too much for her.

Dabi's eyes were shut in bliss, letting out a breathy moan when she opted for grounding on his cock instead. From her quick movements, you could tell she was close.

"Yes, yes, yes –oh fuck!"

Dabi immediately flipped her over, preventing her from reaching her climax. His heavy cock slapped against his abdomen, smearing moisture against his defined stomach. You quickly looked away, focusing on the woman instead.

It immediately clicked in. You knew who she was.

Yui Murukami, the 34 year old heiress and CEO to the company that supplied our friends in capes with support items. She was a rich and powerful woman known throughout Japan, and one of the benefactor's that pulled out their sponsorship after finding out that the Meta Liberation Army was infiltrated with "heretics."

The same heretic that's narrow hips she currently had her long milky legs wrapped around.

What a hypocrite.

You got a good look at Dabi for the first time tonight. Your eyes traveled down his lean form. What he lacked in muscle, he made up for in flexibility. The position he was in was a testimony to that.

The subtle red hair trailing down towards his impressive length caught your attention. So he was a natural redhead? That or he had some weird hobby of dyeing his pubes.

It made you shudder.

He pumped at his veiny cock, gathering the pre-come dripping from the pink and angry head, and used it to lubricate himself further. The golden piercings keeping his two skin types together stretched as he did so.

You thanked whatever God was out there for Dabi not noticing you. They surely had your back. Now was the perfect time to escape. Dabi was clearly lost in the throes of pleasure. But just as you stepped back, the floor beneath your feet decided now was a good time to announce your presence.

Dabi's eyes immediately snapped open in your direction.

Those ocean blues stared at you intensely without a hint of shame. You were frozen in place as you held his heated gaze, eyes falling to his lips when his tongue jotted out to lick them. It had you entranced and you almost missed the way his lips broke out into a full grin when he knew exactly what position he had you in.

Hook, line and sinker.

He was taunting you, waiting on you to storm out of this room in embarrassment and anger. Dabi was a sick individual who'd take any and every opportunity to test you and your loyalty to the Paranormal Liberation Front. If you walked out now, despite how badly you really wanted to, that would be the same as failing. You weren't about to fail twice in one night.

He raised an eyebrow when you didn't barge at his challenge. Shrugging, he guided his cock back inside the woman with a soft sigh. He broke eye contact first, looking down at where their bodies joined and bottomed out into her. She let out a ridiculously high-pitched moan.

He kept her thighs far apart as he continued his ministrations despite knowing you were watching.

Your face was hot as you clenched your fists tightly.

Slapping and squelching sounds filled the room as their movements picked up. The air growing heavy with the smell of sex. Dabi was rutting into her in a way that had her breasts bouncing in a particular rhythm.

There was something so enticing about the way she pushed herself back onto him every time he gave short deep thrusts. She clawed at his chest, trying to push him away but he wasn't having it. Instead he drove into her faster and more ruthlessly as a warning.

This moment was too intimate and private, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away either.

It was intoxicating.

Suddenly a long keening sound left her lips, hands digging into the once pristine sheets, almost tearing them apart. Dabi hit a special spot inside of her that neither of you could see.

Heat rushed to your belly in an all too familiar feeling.

He continued hitting that spot, her body violently shaking and writhing. The way his hips were angled, it brushed against the little button at the top of her mound perfectly.

That was the last straw.

She came so hard, no doubt clamping tightly around his cock. Causing him to throw his head back in eye rolling pleasure with a deep throaty groan. His movements began to filter in order to prolong the feeling, but he quickly regained his composure and picked up where he left off. Triggering her into squirting all over his abdomen. Not once, twice but thrice.

His abdomen glistened with her juices and his added sweat. The way his hair fell into his eyes and clung to his neck had your heart skipping a beat.

"Does this make you feel good?" He asked her as his hips bucked up. Voice deep, too deep.

Fuck yes.

She responded in a tired moan.

"I could have you like this underneath me every night if you just–" he snapped his hips into hers to accentuate his point, "–begged nicely."

Jesus.

She continued to mewl, clawing into the sheets as she neared her second orgasm.

"All you got to —fuck— say is please and I'll be scratching every itch inside of you that those fingers can't reach." He toppled over her, dropping both hands on either side of the her head.

"Uh huh." She let out, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

"I don't like being ignored." He looked at you this time, making you jolt. One of his hands reached out to grip around her throat, making her gasp as he controlled her airway.

When she responded in a broken moan, he ignored her and kept his eyes focused on you instead. He narrowed his eyes, something dark flashing in them before he looked back down at her. A deep growl in his throat.

Oh.

He was talking to you the entire time.

You rubbed your thighs together to ease the aching between your legs.

It didn't go by unnoticed, as much as you hoped. Dabi gave you a look that made him seem so vulnerable at that moment. All his walls came crashing down and for once you could read his facial expression. He desperately wanted you to be the one underneath him.

"Touch yourself." He commanded, hips bucking in urgency.

He was close.

Yui was long forgotten as it felt like it was just the two of you in the room. You did as he said, ignoring the voice in your head that was calling you a 'fucking idiot.'

You unzipped your pants, enough to give him a view of the shape of your pussy and the increasing wet patch at the center of your lace panties. You pushed your hand into your pants, while the other bunched your shirt up. The moment your fingers brushed against your drenched folds through your panties, you closed your eyes and let out a silent moan. Everything felt hypersensitive. You didn't care that this wasn't enough to send you over the edge, all you cared about was imagining it was him touching you like this, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he fucked you into next week.

"Fuck." He let out after a long time of being silent. "Good girl, just like that–"

A loud groan ripped out of his throat before he could finish his rambling.

Not too long and the rhythm Dabi started with began to stutter when his hips bucked up irregularly. The woman underneath him putting on a whole performance but he continued to ignore her in favor of you.

He gave you a needy look as he gave one last sloppy thrust, waves of pleasure being sent to your pussy.

Dabi let out a moan that was so guttural and so deep as he came inside of her wishing it was you instead. He chased his high in quick juvenile thrusts, making sure every last drop was emptied inside of her.

His hips continued to twitch from his intense climax, a pained hiss leaving his lips. The oversensitivity finally catching up to him.

He gave her a slow open mouthed kiss after they regained their breaths. Pulling his softening cock out of her with a wet pop. He nuzzled his face into her neck, causing her to giggle and hug his form closer to hers. And he allowed it.

He looked back up at you, an indescribable look passing through his eyes. It was quickly gone as it had come, being replaced by a smirk and knowing wink that said everything you needed to know.

Bastard

Dabi was an incredible actor and you were just another one of his victims.

You left just as Dabi started getting hard again, obviously he could go for another round, a round you wanted no part in witnessing.

You weren't going to be used by him again in order for him to find a quick release. To hell with him and his twisted version of testing someone's loyalty. You felt utterly humiliated and dirty. All you wanted was to go back to the PLF hideout and crawl into your bed and forget this all happened.

How could you be so stupid. He had this all planned out from the start. No wonder he was so quick to help you when the mission started going downhill.

You hated him so much.

You wanted to scream when you realized he told you the room number on purpose despite being in the middle of that. He wanted you come up and catch him in the act, and that's why he had no problem in you watching him do those things to her. He wanted to see what you'd do in that situation. This was all one big joke to him.

Yet you couldn't understand why you were still so horny and soaking wet.

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Sacrifices

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 Scales as black as coal, lacking any gem-like lustre that all dragons possessed; almost like the scales had been individually burnt to a crisp by white-hot flames. The only known way to damage a dragon’s mostly impenetrable scale. A mountain of a dragon staring down at you with annoyance reflecting back at you from an icy blue gaze.

 If there was a worse place to be in that moment, you hadn’t heard of it. In fact, you found it impossible to believe that such a place existed; after all, here you were, tied to a large tree outside of a dragon’s cave and unable to defend yourself. Or, more favourably, unable to run from the terrifying creature of adventurer’s tales.

 And why were you tied up and dumped in such a place? All because you had helped out a nearby village. A decision that you had come to regret over the past day, the chilled bite of the morning air only reinforcing such thoughts; you should have known better. You should have just minded your own business and continued passing through the meagre village and ignored the poverty that had begun to eat away at the relatively small town.

 But no. You had to be the naïvely generous green witch that you were and help the people that had needed it. The very same needy people that had run off to their village chief and cried out ‘Witch! A witch has come!’.

 It was the fault of your kindness that you had been chased from the town and captured. That they had beaten you until you could barely move before dragging you, helpless and bound to this large tree and the dragon’s cave; warned to keep your mouth shut if you didn’t want the dragon to take notice of you and eat you.

 Even if that was the very reason that they had taken you there in the first place. To have the dragon devour you whole. Though, if memory served your correctly through all of the beatings, you were more of a replacement to some kind of sacrifice that took place in the village each year. You hadn’t understood when they first discussed it near you but now it made perfect sense; a town with a dragon problem and then a witch just happens to wander through the town.

 It had been an unfortunate solution for their problems. They lost no one important to their town and they got rid of an ‘evil witch’ as they had called you; despite the fact that you had done nothing but heal them and offer them relief from their troubles.

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 “And what. Are you? A snack?”

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 You trembled at the rough sounding voice that came from the large dragon that now laid in front of the tree that you were bound to, a razor-sharp talon moving to prod at your shoulder. By some miracle, he didn’t break through your skin but that didn’t stop you from flinching away from his touch; terrified for your short life.

 “I’m no such thing and if you try to take even a nibble out of me then I’l—” You were cut off by the ground shaking beneath you, a loud thunderous laughter filling the area while the dragon found amusement in your shouts of defiance. It was probably better than the creature getting offended, but it didn’t make you feel any better about the situation.

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 “You’ll what? Go down kicking?”

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 Your mouth fell open in mortified shock at his questions, unable to find the words to argue with him after such an enquiry. Of course, he wasn’t wrong; that was most likely the most you could do to a creature like himself.

 However, he didn’t need to make you feel so insignificant. So pathetic and weak.

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 “It’s those villagers again, isn’t it? I hang around for a couple of years and they go ahead and dump their trash at my doorstep…maybe I should start dropping corpses of my kills on their homes, see how they enjoy having trash litter the place they reside…”

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 You stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes as he muttered to himself; unable to avert your gaze when he focused back on your vulnerable form. Somehow, it was more terrifying to have him observe you with silence after such words had left his scaled lips; you didn’t fancy the idea of your dead body being dropped onto a person’s roof. Though, it was more the idea of it being your body that put you off; after the betrayal of the villagers that you had helped, their problems were no longer yours.

 “…So, crazy idea…” You trailed off nervously, resisting the urge to squeal when the large talons moved closer to your bound body once more. It was hard to stay focused, having such dangerous weapons so close to you. Those talons could end your life with such little effort, it terrified you; but what’s worse, is that you were positive he was actually trying to make you scream out in fear. It was humiliating, being in such a position.

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 “What is your crazy idea? Little human?”

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 You narrowed your eyes at the frustratingly amused dragon, gritting your teeth before trying your best to kick at the talon that dug into the earth by your feet; an act meant for intimidation no doubt, but you were never one to follow the norms when it came to experiencing life.

 “Do not refer to me as a human! I am not like those back-stabbing villagers!”  You shouted the words at him with all the fury you had buried inside of you, all of the frustrations meant for the villagers instead aimed towards a very surprised dragon. One that you hoped wasn’t considering how best to enjoy your death.

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 “Then what are you? If not one of those ‘back-stabbing villagers’?”

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 You gulped, losing any and all confidence that you had mere seconds ago; the tone in his voice making you a nervous wreck once again. No longer hearing the amusement and bored intimidation act that he had been showing before your declaration; no, now he was serious and if you wanted to live, you had to be less aggravating and more, appealing, to the dragon.

 “…I’m a witch. A green witch.” You mumbled out the words quietly, briefly wondering if you would end up as a meal by the end of the conversation. Dragons weren’t well-known for their love of witches, but then again, they were said to enjoy the company of witches more than humans. So, you might, just might have a chance at surviving the encounter. Despite being tied to a tree.

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 “A green witch? You’re less common than a dragon…”

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 You watched him silently, pressing your lips into a thin line while you tried your best not to bite back at the muttered observation. Of course, he was correct. There weren’t many green witches left, because green witches were peaceful and focused mainly on finding a place to call home and enjoying nature, creating healing potions and ointments with the very plants that they took care in growing.

 Green witches, were so much easier for humans to move against. To hunt and to brutally murder, which is yet another reason why you should have simply ignored the village that betrayed your kindness. You should have known better. It was that simple.

 Silence was thick in the air as the both of you watched the other, refusing to say anything more on the subject right up until he moved his talons to the rope that bound you to the large tree; easily slicing through them. As if they were nothing more than a spiderweb. Oh-so-easily broken.

 “…You’re letting me go?” You spoke softly, trying your best to hide the hopeful tone in your voice while you watched the newly amused dragon. For some reason, the feeling of terror and unease wasn’t fading despite the fact that you had been freed of your confinement.

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 “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

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 He chuckled low as his body began to shudder, shrinking in size as steam began to surround his large form; hiding from you the rarest sight of them all. A dragon shifting forms.

 Because of the vulnerability in such a moment, most dragons would never allow another being to be near them during the transformation, let alone allowing someone to physically see it with their own eyes. You almost thought that you had died because of it; either that or you were beginning to hallucinate.

 “I’m not letting such a useful creature go. A green witch is priceless these days” You pressed yourself back up against the tree as the dragon spoke. His voice, though quieter due to being in a smaller and likely humanoid form, was still deep and full of power; not something to be underestimated.

 “Especially, such a fuckable looking green witch. No, I’m not letting you go…I’m just not going to kill you yet” You couldn’t stop the squeak from escaping you when two scarred hands slammed against the tree behind you, making it shake from the impact while simultaneously trapping you within his reach; making it painfully obvious that the humans from the village had indeed screwed you over.

 “…Could I change my mind about getting eaten?” You mumbled out the question, more to yourself than the dragon in front of you, yet you still received an amused chuckle; lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. Hot breath sending shivers down your spine and making your knees tremble from the alarming sense of danger that he was giving off.

 “You misunderstood me, little witch. I said I wasn’t going to kill you…I’m definitely going to eat you.” The dragon growled out the words in a low rumble, his icy gaze holding your own before he took a step back and turned away from you; his dragon tail forming and wrapping around your waist, lifting you into the air while he made his way back towards the cave that he had wandered out of while you had still been tied to the tree.

 “H-Hey! Put me down! Put me down you jerk!” You slapped your hands against his tail since it was the only thing within reach, trying your best not to stare at the strange dragon’s bare ass; your only stroke of luck for the past few days being that you hadn’t noticed his painfully naked state until his back had been turned.

 You were well-aware of a dragon’s anatomy and didn’t need to see the truth to the stories that you had heard about them.

 “Little witch, you have two choices. Either stop slapping me…or go without food and take all of my desires on an empty stomach!” The dragon turned his head as he continued walking, blue eyes flashing with promise of the choices that you had been presented with. An action that had you immediately behaving, your hands now resting against the tail instead of beating down onto it; you knew better than to push a creature with such hunger in its eyes.

 “Good choice…” He turned his head away as he muttered to himself, continuing his way into the cave while his tail remained around your waist; refusing to put you down, likely thinking that you would attempt to escape him.

 Which might have been true if you had been up against anything other than a dragon. He would be able to catch you before you got far and the repercussions for attempted escape? You’d rather not think about it if you were honest with yourself.

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 You whimpered out softly, squirming beneath Dabi while he kept you pinned face-down into the pile of furs that he kept inside his cave; the tip of his thick tail slowly pulling out of you while you trembled beneath him, trying to recover from the orgasm that he had dragged from your body with nothing more than his tail and a couple of fingers.

 “Look at you…such a helpless little thing, aren’t you witch?” Dabi chuckled as he moved off of you, instead sitting in front of you with his tail moving to brush against your lips the moment you dared to lift your head from the soft furs; your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and your head spinning with pleasure.

 “Clean it off.” You blinked at the instruction, staring up at him for a moment before looking back towards his tail and shaking your head vaguely in denial. You still weren’t entirely sure you wanted to go along with Dabi’s desires; sure, he had fed you and not killed you despite the fact that the villagers had left you to him as a sacrifice.

 But you were also a proud green witch and had only known the dragon for maybe an hour. It didn’t seem right to be doing such things with him, not so soon after meeting the arrogant creature.

 “Hm? I thought we came to an agreement. You’re travelling with me and I’m protecting your moronic ass. In return, you’re going to do whatever the fuck I tell you” Dabi hummed out the recollection of your so-called ‘deal’ with him, when in fact, he had said that was going to happen while you ate the food he shoved in your face. You hadn’t technically agreed to any such thing and you were hoping to keep it that way.

 “I don’t remember agreeing to that” You grumbled out the response quietly, slowly pushing yourself to sit up while Dabi clicked his tongue in annoyance, a scarred hand shooting out to tangle itself in your hair; yanking you up against his chest with both of his throbbing cocks pressed up against your drenched folds, teasing you with the promise of what was to come without any effort on his part. His goal was intimidation in that moment, yours seemed to be enjoying the feel of his dicks pressed up against you; a shameful fact you refused to admit aloud.

 “You agreed to it the moment I let you live. Don’t forget, little witch, that I own you now.” He bit down on your ear firmly as he spoke, pulling a yelp from your lips while his other hand snaked around your waist; pulling you down to grind against his dicks firmly. The sounds that escaped you bringing a feral grin to his scarred lips.

 “Besides, you haven’t once said no to me, have you? You let me throw you onto these furs face-first and fuck you with my tail until you orgasmed like a good little slut…all without a single complaint” He growled out the harsh truth with no remorse, rolling his hips up with each word until you were mumbling the word ‘please’ over and over again, rubbing yourself against the hot, sticky cocks without any thought of your pride as a green witch. The pleasure he could bring you the only thing on your mind.

 “Please? Please, what? Use your words witch.” You glared up at Dabi as he spoke, your lips pressing into a thin line as you refused to respond to him in the way he would like; deciding that if you couldn’t bring yourself to say no, or to pretend like you didn’t want what the arrogant dragon had to offer, then you could at least not bend to his every whim.

 “You know what? I’m starting to like you, little witch. Let’s hope you can heal better than you listen to instructions…because even if you are a good fuck that can handle my knots, if you can’t heal then you’re useless to me…and we don’t even know if you can take my knots yet” Dabi grinned savagely, using his grip on your waist to drag your body downwards harshly and forcing both his dicks inside of you at once; pulling a cry of both pain and pleasure from your mouth. His tail had stretched you plenty, sure, but he was still the first man that had ever fucked you and having two dicks inside of you at once was overwhelming compared to his tail.

 “Mm…listen to those screams, music to my ears!” He laughed as he spoke, kind enough to not move his hips as you slumped against his chest. Your hands moving to his back so that you had something to hold onto for when he finally did decide to start his selfish exploration of your body; though you weren’t entirely sure why he wasn’t moving just yet, you weren’t about to question it. No need to dig yourself a deeper hole than the one you were already in.

 “Fortunately for you, little witch. Your body can’t take as much as a dragon could, so I have to be…somewhat considerate of your fragility” Dabi hummed out the words, tugging on your hair faintly while he trailed a series of bites over your neck and shoulder; busying himself with the task so that he didn’t end up breaking you with his true desires.

 “Gee, how thoughtful” You scoffed at his explanation, squeaking out when he gave a slight thrust of his hips; the whine that spilled from your lips enough to get his point across without him needing to say anything more on the subject.

 “You know, I thought there would be more screaming from you initially…I thought you would be one of those women to scream at me not to touch you, to stay away…I thought that when I fucked you with my tail, that you would beg me to stop with tears rolling down your cheeks” Dabi paused as he spoke, looking down at you as you peeked up at him, the hand that had been tangled in your hair moving to stroke your cheek with a tenderness that you hadn’t thought possible.

 “Dragons aren’t known for their…kindness, after all.” He chuckled at the way you grimaced in fear and disgust at the thought of his prior endeavours with women, preferring not to think of what he had gotten up to.

 “So, imagine my surprise when you happily allow me to do whatever I please to you…makes me think you’re a little fucked up in the head, perfect for the things I want to do to you” He leaned down slowly, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine while you found yourself leaning up to meet him; his lips scorching as he kissed you with a greedy hunger that easily stole your breath away.

 Dabi growled low into the kiss as he moved forwards quickly, slamming you onto your back against the furs while his hips started to move at a fast pace; the sounds of skin against skin echoing off of the cave walls and filling your mind while his lips stayed sealed against your own, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore you.

 Apparently determined to figure out if he truly wanted to keep you as his little pet, or companion; whatever he thought of you as. Though you decided that you no longer cared which it was, he was quickly smashing away at your morals and decisions; not that it was terribly hard to do to begin with, perhaps it was because of your love of dragons. A childhood fantasy long-ago buried with the stories that you had heard from your mother when she still walked the earth.

 “Don’t pass out on me, little witch. I want you awake for when I knot you the first time…!” Dabi snarled out his desires as he pulled his head from your own, allowing you the opportunity to gasp and choke on the very air that you were so desperate to consume. His harsh thrusts making it hard to breathe deeply while your body rocked from the power behind his merciless fucking.

 “I wonder how you’ll look when I bury my knots inside of your tight little hole…will it break you? Or are you going to surprise me?” He groaned out the questions quietly, leaning down to bite over your chest while his thrusts grew harder; the uncaring roughness behind his actions making you gasp out and whimper softly.

 Even though you were a witch and built stronger than a mere human, you were still considerably breakable to a dragon and Dabi’s powerful movements felt like they were going to break you sooner rather than later.

 “Come on little witch, take it! You can, right? You can take a dragon fucking you…look at you! God, do you know how badly I want to fucking break you…? You’re lucky I can make use of you…” Dabi groaned out loudly as he pushed you further into the furs, leaving behind already bruising bitemarks while he fucked you mercilessly; ignoring the way you squirmed beneath him, already drawing closer to yet another orgasm. Sensitive from his previous exploration involving his slick covered tail.

 You whimpered out his name quietly, dragging your nails over his back until he snarled out a warning in response; his hips bucking with such ferocity that you choked on the very breath you needed to keep conscious, your mind still hazy from the kiss he had ambushed you with previously.

 “That’s it…keep making sounds like that, such a good little slut aren’t you? Fuck, you’re already squeezing down on my cocks so fucking much!” Dabi cursed out as he bit along your jaw, his hand moving to tangle in your hair once again; allowing him to hold you in place while his hips moved at a merciless pace. Constantly filling you with his throbbing cocks, his thrusts keeping a never-ending pressure up against your sweet spot while his slowly swelling knots pressed up against your folds with each harsh thrust of his hips.

 All of it signalling how desperate he was to finish what he had started, to use you as he needed until you were overflowing with his cum. The mere thought of it making you whimper out his name in a desperate mewl for more.

 “I can’t believe the villagers finally left me something useful…! A pity I’ll destroy them anyway!” He laughed at his own observation, giving a harsh tug to your hair when your walls clamped down around his thick cocks; your orgasm rushing through your system unexpectedly while you screamed out his name until your throat felt raw and your voice began to break up.

 “Fuck yes…! Scream my name little witch! Just you wait, I’ll fill you up with my knots soon…!” You arched your back as he began to rut his hips in sharp movements, no longer thrusting his hips properly; instead working on filling you with his swelling knots. Each movement of his hips making you yelp and whimper as you felt him try to squeeze the too large knots into your smaller body, it almost felt like an impossible task; right up until he snarled out a roar of victory.

 Your back arched as he let the roar out, his knots pushing past your folds and into your body, the sudden intrusion making you scream out yet again; though this time your mind was blank from the feeling of pleasure combined with his hot, thick seed flooding your body in heavy spurts that would quickly become too much for you to handle.

 “That was a tight fit…but you actually took them, colour me impressed!” Dabi groaned out his laughter as he continued to roll his hips, pushing his knots as deep as possible while he focused on riding out his orgasm; his hot tongue running over the stinging bitemarks that he purposely left over your sensitive neck.

 “I almost thought they wouldn’t fit, they never did on the previous sacrifices…not even when I tried using all my strength to force them in. I just broke the women, but not you” He hummed out the thoughts to himself as you whined beneath him, trembling and letting your arms fall away from his body onto the furs beneath you; completely exhausted from having the dragon ravage you as he pleased.

 “Looks like you’re gonna need a break before I fuck you again, huh?” You gave a slight nod of your head at the question, unable to do anything more and certainly not able to use your voice after all of the screaming that you had just done.

 And yet, strangely enough you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it or to hate him. Even though he was technically holding you captive and using you for his own carnal needs, you were more than happy to enjoy it. In some way, you were using him right back. He was to be your protection, your supplier for food and comfort, as well as a thing to use when you needed to satisfy your own urges that had gone ignored for far too long.

 “Better take a nap while I’m stuck inside you then. My little witch.”

[ama-kuu]

Abandoned and Rehomed Ch 2

Warnings: Panic attacks, Depression

Hawks brings you home after picking you up as an abandoned stray

Feline quirk reader

Sorry this is gonna be another sad one. I promise that it's gonna get better as the story progresses. 😅

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Hawks landed gently on his balcony, tenderly gazing down at your sleeping form. He lightly adjusts you in his arms, as few feathers detach to unlock the keypad and maneuver the sliding doors open. Now under the awning, he shakes out his wings, bristling each feather to expel the water droplets. Glancing back, the rain still falling heavily, he moves swiftly into his penthouse.

……………………

You groaned as your ears flicked at the sounds of a nearby shower starting. Ugh. Your head was pounding. You sat up from the very plush mattress underneath you, rubbing circles at your temples, you slid off the bed. You rocked slightly unbalanced when you straightened up. You peered around the room, your gaze catching at the large wet spot on the bed from your rain soaked clothes, you lowered your ears.

Guilt dug at your gut, your head quickly turned to bathroom the door, it was cracked but you didn't see any movement. You moved your attention back to the bed. In your mind, you were indebted to Hawks for graciously picking you off the streets only to inconvenience him.

You tried to work quickly to remove the sheets and bedding before Hawks returned. Once you had all the bedding gathered in your arms you searched around for the hamper. You were so absorbed in your task you didn’t even notice Hawks leaning against the bathroom door frame snickering at you.

He stealthily moved behind you. You were so focused that you didn't even notice him until his hands gripped your hips pulling you flush against his own. You yelped involuntarily followed by blushing hard.

He shook with laughter as you clutched the bedding close to you. “What are you doing Kitten?” His head cocked to the side trapping you with his intimidating golden gaze.

You faltered under his attention, “Oh..Um..” You looked down at the bedding in your arms, your ears drooping forward as you contemplated your response.

“I wanted to clean up after myself before you came back.” You kept your head down, unwilling to hold his gaze. Did you mess up? Was he upset with you for touching his things? Wha-

He clicked his tongue, breaking you out of your downward spiral. Feathers swarmed the bedding, pulling them from your hold and floated off out of the room. Hawks spun you in front of him, now facing him. He held your chin up to maintain eye contact.

“Kitten…” He leaned in closer, “I didn’t bring you home to be a maid…So let me pamper my new pet properly.”

Your mind was spinning leaving you speechless as you gaped at him. Your mouth hung open stunned for only a brief moment before you sighed in relief, leaning up on your tip toes and purred loudly against his neck. Thank goodness he wasn’t mad. He pet your head gently before gathering you up, his arms scooping you up under your thighs. His hands brushed over your tail causing you to shutter against him. In the short time you were with him it seemed like you spent most of it in his arms rather than touching the ground, it was amusingly pleasant. You melted against him.

You couldn’t help but notice his own wings flutter gently at your reactions. You leaned over him as he carried you towards the bathroom, your fingers gingerly batting at the feathers at the peak of his wings. He deeply inhaled and dipped through the bathroom doorway, careful to make sure you didn't hit your head on the door frame.

He set you down on the marble vanity. The steam from the shower caused a thick fog to coat the room. You took in the room, not only the counter was marble but the floors and the walls as well. It was honestly intimidating to take in. Beside you sat a neatly folded pile of his clothes. Your attention was quickly redirected by a brief flap of his crimson appendages, as he leaned into the shower to check the water temperature. You sat there in a trance as your senses zoned in on his wings. You fought your quirk’s instincts to run your claws through the feathers pulling and tugging at the quills.

Hawks felt the intense stare on his back. Peeking his head subtlety over his shoulder, his pupils narrowed at the sight. You sat there, eyes fully dilated with your claws flexing in between your spread thighs. He slowly expanded his wingspan, eager to watch your expressions. You reacted immediately, claws elongating and digging into the stone counter. Fuck. Watching you restrain your impulses to jump him was HOT.

He shook his head, he was in control. At least that’s what he told himself as he raked his gaze over you. Still in your soaked outfit, he knew he needed to make sure you were taken care of first, before his own needs. He slowly exhaled, regaining that control, he stepped closer to you.

“Kitten. You are going to shower then change into these.” He motioned to the clothing beside you.

Your pupils readjusted back to normal as you listened to his commands.

“Got it kitten?” His eyes flashed with dominance challenging you……

“Yes.” His eyebrows raised surprised to hear you for the first time since you woke up. You smiled gently at him, your heart warm at his efforts to pamper you.

His hands braced your shoulders, “Kitten if you need me, I’ll be right outside the door.��

You nodded as you slid down from the counter. When your feet were planted on the floor he gave your forehead a light kiss before retreating out of the room.

With Hawks no longer around to distract you, the headache you woke up with became more apparent. Your head throbbed as you slowly peeled the heavy clothes from your body. They fell to the floor with a thud as you stumbled to the shower. The steam was now thick and difficult to see through, as you entered the luxury glass shower. You stood under the water stream with your ears tucked down to prevent water from getting too far down into your ear canals.

Your hands grazed up your body as the shower heated you back up. Heat. You froze when your fingers made contact with your collar. Your stomach dropped. Hands become numb as they clenched onto the collar. Even though you were the one left behind, you could not help but feel… guilty… Dabi….Tears flooded your eyes as your legs buckled under you. You couldn’t stop what came next. You began to hyperventilate, you choked on the shower steam as you tried to get air into your lungs. You needed to collar OFF, NOW. Your fingers fumbled with the buckle as you fought back sobs.

“HAWKS!” You screamed for him, fighting to get the words past the tightness forming in your throat. It was getting harder for you to breathe, it felt as if the collar itself was strangling you with your own feelings.

He was on you in seconds. Red blurs flew around you as the shower was shut off, plush towels wrapped cocooned around you and mainly the collar choker removed from your neck. You got one last glimpse of it before it was flown out of the room. Taking deep breaths, you cling to his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Everything’s okay kitten, you are safe with me.” His hand cradled your head against him. He didn't dare move you, not until you calmed down. “I’m going to be right here. You can get through this, just keep breathing with me.”

You focused on him and made a conscious effort to sync up with him. In and out. He continued to rub gentle circles on the back of your head with his thumb, as your respirations became slower.

You nodded against his chest, “I’m okay.” Your heart was still pounding in your chest, but you felt better.

You lifted your head and wiped the stray tears from your cheeks, “ I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.” You smiled to ease your embarrassment.

“No. No apologizing, If you ever need something, you call me. Period.” He squeezed you against him. “Am I alright to pick you up now?”

“Yea, can we go back to bed.” You tugged lightly at his shirt in your hold.

“Anything for you”, he scooped you up effortlessly and carried you back to the bedroom.

You looked at the freshly made bed as he passed it and set you down on the bench at the foot of the bed. It puzzled you as you turned up to look at him.

He leaned down to you, “I'm gonna dry your hair before we go to bed, hang out here for a second.”

You sat there in silence. What time was it anyway? Glancing around you noted the large thick curtains that covered what you assumed to be a large wall of windows. Knowing Hawks, you bet he lived somewhere high up. You internally kicked yourself for not being able to stay awake during the trip here, to get a general idea of where you were.

Hawks returned shortly with a small hair dryer and wet brush in hand. He kneeled behind you carefully brushing through your hair. You pulled your knees to your chest so you could rest your head against them.

“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” He paused to wait for your response.

“No, it’s nice.” He continued to comb through your hair until the brush passed smoothly. Then began section by section blow drying.

You soaked in the warmth as you purred in content. Your chest vibrating from the sounds, you would honestly be surprised if Hawks couldn’t hear it.

You dozed off as he tended to you. Once he finished, used his feathers to return the tools into the bathroom. He pulled you up onto the bed throwing the covers over you and positioned you as the little spoon against him.

His wing covered you, as you held his arms around you. It felt nice to be wanted again. His arms pulled you tighter against him, it was very noticeable now that he was shirtless. Your face flushed at the realization that you never put any clothes on, after your episode you completely forgot.

“What’s the matter?” he blew seductively into your ear. “Your heart rate seems to be increasing rapidly.” He chuckled as he teased you.

Fidgeting with the blankets, you pulled them tighter to your chest. Your cheeks burned from embarrassment, you turned to face him and pouted.

Hawks spun you in his arms, so that you were now fully facing him. “Kitten relax, tonight I’m just gonna cuddle you.” He moved his arm to prop his head up on the pillow. “Besides I wanna make sure you are a little more settled before I scare you away” He winked suggestively at you.

You giggled into his bare chest, “I’d like to see to try”. You scraped your teeth against his skin, giving a brief nip before curling into him and drifting off to sleep.

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This isn’t the end. I promise there will be more chapters to come. I have a lot of ideas and directions for this story to go. I hope that everyone is enjoying it. This is my first series, so I’m doing my best. Thanks for bearing with me. 😸

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Obedient. (Shigaraki x f!Reader; NSFW)

Commission for @kazooli​.

Shigaraki knows you are upset. Not that he needs to use his intuitive perceptiveness to notice your downtrodden mood -- you are, and always will be, an open book of emotions. 

You try to be on your best behavior. You always try. Nobody needs to see their teammate moping around the decrepit hideout when everyone has their own problems to deal with. It could always be worse, you tell yourself. And you need to stay strong for your leader. 

But he knows. Finds you pouting on the ripped up sofa, even though you are the one who should come to him when called. You look up at him with your doe-eyed, downtrodden expression, and Shigaraki’s expressionless eyes sweep over you before walking past. Your gaze lingers on his broad back, wishing you could reach out and grasp the fabric of his coat just to keep him around a little longer. 

He pauses in front of the door. “Come with me,” he commands, and you are on your feet before you even think to ask why or where you are going.

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The exhilaration of walking by your leader’s side through winding streets is enough to keep your mouth shut. Better to be quiet for now, anyway. Better to move like a shadow, like Shigaraki’s shadow. It must be a mission. You keep your eyes and ears sharp and primed, ready to take on the next challenge. 

Until Dabi’s words ring through your mind and you feel yourself deflating all over again.

Shigaraki pays no attention to you. He leads and leads, guides you towards a destination only he knows, and you are grateful for the chance to simply follow. You try not to question him when he stops at a food stall. Two orders of takoyaki, spoken with a quiet, serious request. Your stomach grumbles and you grip it in embarrassment. When was the last time you ate?

The worker holds out your meal. Shigaraki looks at you expectantly, and you realize he wants you to take it. And you do, rushed and mousy as you thank the worker, and then you spend the next minute mentally berating yourself for saying thank you at all. You are a villain. Why would you thank a random nobody? You should be thanking your leader instead. And you do.

He offers a grunt and keeps walking. Your heart flutters at the sound. 

You end your journey on a rooftop. The building is not familiar to you, and you doubt Shigaraki knows it either. A random building with a roof that smells like asphalt and cigarettes. You take a deep breath as the wind wafts the takoyaki steam toward you, and your stomach growls demandingly. 

You wedge yourselves into a narrow space, hidden from surveillance or anyone who may come onto the roof. Your only view is that of Shigaraki sitting across from you and you are perfectly okay with that. Very okay with that, in fact, especially since his legs are forced to bend and rest on either side of you. Your only choice is to sit cross-legged for his comfort, and you try your very best to avoid staring at his crotch.

It’s right there in front of you. He just brazenly has his legs spread out and brushing along your knees and you shove the takoyaki into your drooling mouth to keep yourself occupied. All you would need to do is bend forward, and it wouldn’t be the takoyaki in your mouth anymore. It would be something else entirely, something musky and warm and solid, and you squirm in your spot as heat pools below your belly. 

Shigaraki silently eats the first stick of takoyaki and sets the box aside. You pause your eating and wait, because he has that pensive look in his eyes right now. His arms are limp and resting on his knees, and you allow yourself to admire his beautiful hands. Beautiful to you, long and slender fingers, blue veins peeking through pale skin, oh how desperately you want him to touch you - 

“So.” The word hangs in the air between you. You stare at him, obediently waiting for him to continue. He doesn’t look at you. “What happened.” 

“U-um … “ You wrack your brain as your anxiety builds. Did you do something wrong? Were his plans compromised? “I’m sorry, I don’t - “ 

“You’ve been looking like a kicked dog all day.” 

“Oh.” You muster up a weak smile. “It’s nothing serious. Maybe I was just hungry, or … you know. Present circumstances and all that.” 

“Don’t lie to me.” 

Perceptive. You don’t want to burden him. It really was such a silly disagreement with Dabi. “Really, it’s - “

He says your name. You look at him, transfixed by his solemn stare. His eyes are sharp, commanding. “Tell me.” 

And you do. Nothing at first, trapped in your throat, and then all at once.

“Dabi is just such an asshole,” you blurt out, and Shigaraki’s snort encourages you to word vomit. “He took me with him on a scouting mission and things didn’t go as planned and he kept blaming me! He said it was my fault and that - and that I’m … useless.” Your head hangs in shame as you stare hard into your lap. “He said I’m useless and that the League doesn’t need me. So I’ve been thinking all day about that. If I wasn’t useful to society and I’m not useful to the League, then ... “ You don’t know where your trail of thought was going. “I don’t want to feel useless,” you whisper. “I don’t want to hold anyone back. I don’t want to waste your time like - like right now.” 

Shigaraki waits for you to finish. He looks a little surprised. “That’s a lot.”

Your mouth gapes like a fish before you shut it tight and dig your nails into your thighs, hoping the pain would counteract your burning embarrassment threatening to swallow you whole. “Sorry. I talk a lot.” 

He eyes you with a calculated expression while you silently flounder in your awkwardness. “Come here,” he suddenly says, and your confusion makes him grow impatient. “Turn around. Back to my front.” He motions to the space between his legs. “Right here, puppy girl.” 

You nearly choke on your gasp.

Your body moves mechanically, too stunned by shock to make your body look anything other than enticing. You sit as he directed, back to his front, and wrap your arms around your knees as you try to calm your breathing. A gap remains between you, because there is no way Shigaraki would want you pressed up against him, except he does and you let out a startled squeak when he places his arms beneath your thighs, spreads your legs over his, and makes you lean back onto him. 

“What are you doing?” you breathe out, heart stammering in your chest as you soak up his body heat and pray to god that this moment will never end. 

“Testing out your obedience,” he off-handedly comments, and your clothed cunt immediately becomes flooded from the vibrations of his voice, the low rumble so close to your ear. His hands move to grip your forearms, and you jolt at the contact, all wired up with frayed nerves and anticipation. “I want to know what makes you think I’m wasting my time here.” 

“W-we’re talking about me.” 

“Yeah. And you know what I learned?” His mouth is close to your ear now. You shiver at the feeling of his breath tickling your skin. “I learned that you’re not at the top of your game right now. You’re drowning - “ He taps a finger to your temple. “ - from all of these fuzzy little thoughts in your head. And I can’t have an obedient puppy girl if she’s thinking too much.” 

“I - “ 

“Quiet.” One hand cups your throat, middle finger poised over your pulse. The hold is firm and encompassing around your neck. It makes you tremble with desire. “We have to get rid of those thoughts, don’t we?” His other hand brazenly cups your mound, and you let out the most pathetic sound of your life. “There’s a lot of ways to release pent up feelings,” he continues conversationally, fingers delving past the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m feeling charitable enough to help you out.” 

Your endless stream of thoughts fizzle out as soon as he finds your swollen clit. “Thank you,” you sob, gripping his arm and gyrating your hips for more of his touch. “Thank you, thank you, thank you - “ 

The hand at your throat moves up to cover your mouth. “Shhh.” Fingertip moves lower, runs itself through the slickness oozing out of your tight heat. “Relax.” You whimper brokenly, slump back against him as he rubs your clit in feather-light strokes. His hand moves from your mouth and rests on your temple, fingers buried in your hair. “This is what you’re good for.”

Shigaraki is not an expert by any means. Sometimes he loses his momentum, rubs too hard or too slowly, doesn’t really know how to set a proper pace. But you have never felt more wet before. Never has your heart raced this quickly, never has a simple touch driven you to mindless pleasure. 

He plunges inside you unexpectedly, shushing you once more as you let out a wordless cry, and even through the pain of being stretched far too soon, you feel your pussy loosen to accommodate your beloved leader’s thick fingers. He works you open good and proper, thorough in his thrusting, forcing you to take him down to the last knuckle. You lie there and take it, moaning and writhing in his lap as he fucks your sloppy cunt. 

“Just let it all out,” he murmurs in your ear. “It’s not good to keep the bad shit locked away inside. Or else one day … “ His fingers ease out of your pussy and leave a trail of juices clinging to his fingertips. You try your best not to whine as he brings his fingers up for inspection. “ … It’s all gonna come pouring out.” 

You don’t know what he is trying to do. You don’t know what he wants from you when his fingers tap against your bottom lip, but your mouth falls open all the same to let him smear your juices onto your tongue. A pathetic, desperate whimper escapes as you taste yourself on his fingers. And you taste him. Your leader’s fingers are buried in your warm mouth and your stretched cunt contracts from dizzy exhilaration. 

Your tongue licks away the evidence of your arousal, and for one delirious moment you think you hear Shigaraki hum in approval. He pops the digits out of your mouth and you begin to ramble before you can stop yourself. “Y-you don’t … have to do this,” you shyly stutter, cheeks burning from shame as his hand drops back between your trembling thighs. “I was being dumb, I’ll get over it, you d-don’t have to worry about me like this - “ 

You break off into a choked gasp as he traps your clit between two fingers and slowly runs them up and down. 

“It’s fine,” he murmurs, lets your head fall back onto his shoulder. “A leader takes care of his subordinates.” 

A burst of emotions burns your chest at the statement. How could something sound so detached yet intimate? You wonder what this means to him. You wonder if he’s done this for anyone else. The very thought of it makes tears well up behind your closed eyelids, but you do not let them fall. This is your special moment with your leader. Here and now, he chose to take care of you. You focus on those words instead, focus on how full they make you feel, just as his fingertip rubs your soaked entrance and slips back inside with ease. 

“Just trust me,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna train this greedy puppycunt to only think about me.”

Shigaraki keeps talking. He is so, so chatty, and it is hard to focus on his monologuing through the sound of your wet pussy being played with so thoroughly and invasively. You bury your face in his neck to stifle the whiny demands on the tip of your tongue, ignoring your monumental need for him to stop talking and just kiss you. It’s a selfish thought. Your leader is speaking to you. You should listen, you should let him take care of you, you have to trust him, you have to chase the high and let go, just as he always does on the battlefield. 

“You’re doing so well for me.” 

A heavy pit of pleasure builds deep within. 

“Always so obedient.” 

The thumb buried in your hair strokes slowly. 

“My favorite puppy.”

Your pussy clenches, fighting to suck him in and keep him inside. 

“Mine.” 

You come with a shrill keen, trembling and shaking through your orgasm as Shigaraki’s fingers pump in and out, squelching and sloshing your juices as loudly as he can. Your mind is adrift, completely gone. All you can do is lay limp in his arms and breathe heavily, letting him settle your underwear back over your messy cunt. 

There is silence for a moment. Only the sound of your breathing. His hand settles over the top of your head properly this time, ruffling your hair in a movement that might have been accidental if not for the fact that Shigaraki never makes mistakes. “I like you like this,” he says. “No thoughts or worries. Just a properly trained cunt and an obedient subordinate.” You smile a little at that. If only he knew how badly you wanted to be used by him. “I decide who’s useful to me, not Dabi. You’re around for a reason, got it?” 

Your heart aches with happiness. “Yes sir. I’m yours.”