#dabi todoroki

[yowumi]

first time with mha men

featuring. izuku m. katsuki b. shoto t. denki k. fumikage t. eijiro k. touya t. hanta s. (aged up 18+)

summary. reader/mha men help lose his/your virginity (f! reader)

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izuku midoriya

- it’s his first time, your experienced

- he leans more towards sub, but he can be a soft dom when needed to

- lets you guide him through it

- gets nervous and overstimulated quickly

- moaning mess, gets shy about it at first but you reassure him that you like it and he goes crazy with it, he mumbles, whines and whimpers a lot

- i feel like he would lean more on the girthy side and is average

- he can only hold out for so long so he cums quick but he has the stamina to hold out for 4 or 5 rounds

- gives the best aftercare, bathes with you, cuddles, snacks, anything you want.

“are you sure about this, izuku?” you ask wanting to make sure he’s comfortable. “mhm, please keep going” he says while he’s shaking, you can tell he can’t control it but he can’t help it, he’s never been touched by a woman before. you put your hands around his neck slowly moving them down to his shoulders where you held yourself up as you grinder against his dick, you both have been doing this for a while, feeling each others naked bodies rut against each other. “are you ready for me?” you whisper against his ear. he mumbles lowly while nodding his head, shutting his eyes waiting for it. you plop yourself down on his dick and you lost him. he starts shaking and hid in the crook of your neck as he whined, it all felt like so much. he’s never felt this good in his life, he thought to himself. he felt your tight pussy squeeze around you and he swears he sees stars, “f-fuck, it’s so much y/n…i don’t know if i can hold up much longer..” he mumbles, kissing you rapidly against your neck.

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katsuki bakugou

- it’s your first time, he’s experienced

- he can’t help his rough demeanor and is used to being aggressive so it takes a lot out of him to be gentle but he wants both of you to have a good experience

- he likes being in charge but he’s all about your pleasure, loves fingering you, loves having his tongue inside of you, loves doing anything that will make you feel good

- tries his best to reassure that he won’t hurt you, “i’ll go easy on ya’ don’t gotta worry babe” “i’m gonna take care of you sweet girl”

- grunts, groans, and every now and then he will moan and hear a slight whimper when he cums

- he will be submissive if you make it a challenge like saying “you probably wouldn’t be any good submissive anyways”

- girthy, veiny and a little above average, he’s a chunk of meat

- he’s a good cook so he will cook for you afterwards and watch you fall asleep as you watch a movie together.

he’s already made you cum twice from his fingers and tongue, he gets up licking your juices off your fingers as he leans in to give you kisses on your neck as he lays you on your back. being the only one naked, you start to softly tug and look down at his sweatpants where you can see his noticeable bulge begging to be freed. a small smirk appears on his face as he releases himself from his sweats, seeing his hard cock springing out. you blush at the sight and he teases you, “like what you see?” which only makes you try and hide your face. he presses his tip against your entrance, “you sure about this?” he asks pressing light kisses on your cheeks. you nod but that wasn’t enough for him, “nuh uh, wanna hear it from that pretty mouth of yours” he looks you in your eyes. “yes, want you to take my virginity kats” and he smiles as he enters you, causing both of you to tense up and moan. “fuck, sucking me in so much babe” he waits for you to become comfortable around his length before starting up his thrusts.

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shoto todoroki

- it’s both of your first time

- he doesn’t exactly have a preference, he doesn’t have a high sex drive so he’s okay with whatever you want, he doesn’t particularly know what to do but he trusts you with his body. once you guys get used to having sex more often, he gets comfortable initiating and taking charge.

- he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to make sounds, he’s never watched porn but when you hit certain spots, he will start breathing hard and if you listen closely you can hear a slight moan.

- before you two had sex, you had given him a blow job and the sensation of putting his cock inside your mouth was weird at first but eventually he got used to it and learned to like it as he would involuntarily buck his hips forward to get deeper in your mouth.

- his cock is a bit more on the skinny side but he’s long, longer than katsuki and izuku. with a bright pink tip and pale base.

- he falls asleep after sex, he isn’t aware of aftercare but you both just end up napping afterwards and he will wrap his arm around you in habit.

shotos eyes follow as you trail your fingers down his bare chest as he towers on top of you. his eyes moves down to your bare chest in front of him and you give him a light smile. “do you want to touch them shoto?” you ask and he turns his eyes back at you and a slight blush appeared on his face, “can i put my mouth on your breast?” he asks for permission as you nod petting his hair as he smiles before trailing kisses down your chest before grabbing one and sucking softly on the nipple as he plays with the other one. he doesn’t know what about sucking your tits fascinated him so much but he started to grind his hips down on your clothed panties. after a while of repeating this motion, he lifts his face up and asks, “i want to have sexual intercourse with you, if that’s okay”. you tell him that’s okay and he starts taking off your panties and pulling down his pants after. you grab his dick in your hand and put it in between the lips of your pussy, gliding the tip against your wetness and he starts breathing harder as he grinds his hips down against it, “i want you to put it inside me now” you tell him as you wrap your hands in his hair as he puts his head down to your neck and you press a soft kiss against his cheek. “okay. i’m putting it in now, i promise i’ll go slow”

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denki kaminari

- it’s both of your first times

- it’s chaotic. you both think you know what your doing, you both DO NOT.

- y’all both don’t have a preference, after a while of having sex more often you will both switch roles but the first time is just pure chaos, y’all are both too busy trying to figure it out than actually getting to that

- denki does all of the above, moans, groans, whines, whimpers, barks, you resist the urge to slap him from the childish remarks he makes (he is so brainrotted it isn’t even funny)

- “zoo wee mama, you’re bad as fuck ma” “denki please stop talking”

- his shit is girthy and average, not anything too special, he calls it his lightning rod

- he’s a baby after sex so he demands you do everything for him and baby him because he claims he did all the work like the alpha male he is (he didn’t do shit)

“fuck y/n this feels so good, you’re so tight” he says as he grunts against your neck leaving a small smack on your ass, “denki, that’s my thigh.” you say plainly as he stops and looks down laughing, “oh shit, my fault, i’ll put it in now!” he says leaving a quick kiss on your lips as he makes sure to guide his dick down to try and find your hole “oh i found it!” “that’s my ass denki, we aren’t quite there yet” you roll your eyes at him. he finally finds your pussy and enters himself in slowly, “oh shit this is so much better than your thigh, fuckkkk” he moans as he rolls his eyes back, you feel a shock inside you and let out a small yelp, “DENKI! control your goddamn quirk” you say slapping his arm and he laughs a little, “don’t slap me, i might do it again” he jokes as he kisses your neck. “YOU PERV!”

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eijiro kirishima

- it’s your first time, he’s experienced

- he’s a soft dom, he’s the sweetest in bed for sure, he’s very careful and considerate

- he’s pretty confident with himself and makes noise in bed but sometimes he likes to stay silent so he can listen closely to your moans and admire the way he’s making you feel

- “you’re beautiful y/n, can’t believe i have such a pretty girl”

- he is the BIGGEST, he has a monster dick, it’s huge, longer than any of the boys, he is PACKING, he’s girthy and veiny too.

- he can only cum about 1 or 2 times but he can hold out for a WHILE.

- he’s educated on sex and how to treat a woman from getting advice from his friends, online, he even asked aizawa for advice which only ended up with aizawa saying “just don’t be a dumbass and don’t ask denki for advice for godsake, can i nap in peace now?”

he takes out his dick from his boxers as you stare unashamed at the thing that’s gonna go inside you. you would be scared if it weren’t kirishima going inside you. he’s a sweet and nice boy so you’re sure he will be as gentle as possible. “i hope you aren’t disappointed, it’s okay if you don’t want to do it or anything” he says reassuring you thinking you’re staring at him because it isn’t enough (he’s so dick blind 💔) “no no, it’s perfect kirishima…you’re perfect” you smile as you kiss him. he starts and he puts lube on his dick so it will hopefully be a little easier on you as he slowly enters you as you moan around his chest. kissing and touching his sensitive chest as you play with his nipples and he moans. “i love when you do that, you know” he says burying his head in your neck as you hum against his ear, “i know baby”

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touya todoroki

- it’s his first time, your experienced (based this more on before he became ‘dabi’ in the sense of he is still living with his father and has a lot of anger build up)

- he’s either a MEAN dom or a BRATTY sub (he has a lot of daddy and mommy issues so it depends on the day type shit)

- when he’s mean he will grunt or straight up start laughing mid sex, when he’s bratty he whines and complains.

- “hey ain’t it supposed to be my first time, yet you’re the one acting like a bitch in heat” “atta girl, move that ass for me”

- he was a sexually frustrated teenager so he watched a lot of porn as he would abuse the shit out of his dick, he’s masterbated in front of you a few times and you’ve given him oral but he didn’t want to rush into sex, that was until the day his father didn’t show up and he was filled with anger coming home to you with anger and a hard cock

- has a breeding kink, wants to fill you up any chance he gets, loves seeing you covered in cum

- his cock is long, girthy and fat, his tip is always a redish color from how hard he gets and he has veins running up his shaft.

- uh what is aftercare?

touya walked through the door, eyes red probably from crying beforehand, “touya are you okay? what’s wrong?” you ask concerned from his quiet demeanor. usually he would’ve cried in your arms or angrily rant about what happened but he just stood at the door quietly before finally speaking. “strip.” he said bluntly staring at you in the dark room, “huh?” you asked again wondering if you heard right. “I said…” he walked closer towards you like you were his prey before continuing, “strip for me.” you felt yourself throb as you removed your clothes letting them fall to the floor as he picked you up and turned you on the couch, holding your legs up in a mating press as he removed his abused red cock from his pants, “you’re gonna let me breed you tonight, ain’t that right baby” he said more in a demanding tone than asking permission. you nod and he leaves a slap on your ass, “use your words.” and you moan, “yes touya, want you to breed me, want it so bad” and he lets out a cocky laugh, “yeah, that’s a good fucking girl” he says as he slides his cock into you without warning, thrusting hard as you squeeze around him.

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hanta sero

- your first time, he’s experienced

- he’s a soft dom, he isn’t too hard on you but he likes being in charge but he won’t mind you riding him once you get used to his cock.

- he’s a moaner, likes praising you

- “damn girl, you’ve been hiding this from me all this time?” “don’t get shy on me, i gotcha” “would never hurt my lady” “just a little longer ma”

- he knows you his so once you get used to his cock, he isn’t shy in letting the bakusquad try you out, he knows that you know who you belong to.

- he will massage you (he’s great with his hands) afterwards or help you bathe, he likes taking care of his girl

- he has a skinny cock but it’s LONG and damn does he know how to use it.

- he gives GOOD oral. he loves when you sit on his face.

“goddamn baby, you feel so good” he says as he has his cock stuffed in your hole while thrusting into you as he admires the way you moan for him. “sero, want more please, p-please” you moan out as he stares goes down to your nipple softly biting on your nipple enough for you to moan out and arch your back, “more of what, ma?” he asks as he sucks the skin of your breasts, “put it all in, don’t hold back p-please hanta” you whine as you pull his hair sending sero into a frenzy as he pulls out leaving you confused, “w-wha-“ your words cut off as he slams his cock inside of you fucking you deep as he hits your g spot, “that better baby?” he cockily asks against your ear, nibbling softly.

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[nubsdolls]

you were his angel.

the prettiest little thing, he swore when he looked down at you he was seeing stars. the way your skirt bounced with every step you took or whenever you jumped up to greet him, exposing the sliver of lace between your thighs, the thin fabric barely leaving anything to imagination.

how the sunlight almost always shone down through the clouds and right onto your face during class, carefully capitalizing on your features hes almost sure, were sculpted by god himself. the flutter of your lashes, the sheen gloss on your pouty lips, god, it drove him mad.

that same gloss that coated the base of his dick, creating a pretty little rim around his length, fuck you take him so well. the glossed-up rim barely visible by the slick trail of cum spluttering out the top as you placed little kisses along the rim of his tip, hands treating him so gentle as if he were glass.

and an angel you were as you came down from heaven above and onto him. sweet, sweet babbles escaping your lips as you swallowed him whole, engulfing him and all of his inches. he grips down feverishly onto your thighs like its his lifeline. hips stuttering back up to meet yours as he starts to keep a pace.

how you would arch your back when he flips you over and starts fucking into you from behind, watching as his cock disappears and reappears from inside your gummy walls, murmuring stupid plea’s, begging him to go deeper into you, to feel him in your guts as if you weren’t already breaking under his touch. your shoulder blades reaching so far up and so prominent he worries they’ll break from out of your skin, the image reminiscent of an angel gaining their wings.

as he holds you closer, picking up his pace and growing all breathy, stumbling over his words, all while dragging himself in and out of your slick warmth, his fat cock starting to twitch inside of you and he starts going blank, mumbling your name and sweet nothings into your ear a prayer.

“ngh—hah.. yeah.. you g’na take me baby? yeah. fuckin’—take it.” he stutters, hiccuping between tears of pure bliss.

cumming in you feels like heaven on earth. the sticky substance filling you up all the way—with him still inside as he slowly pulls out, his thick cum spilling out of your cunt and dripping onto your thighs as he drags his still sensitive tip along your swollen clit, before pushing it back in with a lewd squelch! that makes you cry out in pleasure. feeling as he slowly starts to fuck his warm fill right back into you.

yeah, his angel alright, and he was sure to taint you with his sins.

DABI , TOUYA , (im aware theyre the same person.) gojo , geto , choso + whoever elsee !

[cherbii]

INFERNO | Dabi (Touya)

summary ➜ being apart of the LOV meant battling heroes, and some were ruthless, leaving you tired and wounded. All that blood loss is getting to your head, and Dabi’s, and not in the way you’d expect.

warnings ➜ language, graphic violence, graphic gore, highly detailed death! smut! p in v, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, oral (M), fingering, face slapping (it happens once), choking, hickies/marking, pain kink, blood play, blood kink. mdni

reader’s quirk ➜ reader can create visions of opponents worst nightmare and become them.

Your day started out like any other, an absolute bore. By that, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sure you were a wanted villain, one of the League of Villains, and were expected to be some ruthless villainess, but you weren't. You were baddass and feared by many, but you weren't blood thirsty like the others, ironically like Toga.

You lay half on the counter, seated on a bar stool while Kurogiri wiped glasses, paying no mind to you. A heavy sigh left your nose, your head leant against your arm that was starting to prick with pins and needles.

To your right was Shigaraki, who's nails clawed away at his pale skin. Upon your sigh, a gust of dust whooshed off the countertop making your head perk up in a cringe, arm sliding off. Red eyes spared a glance to you, before nonchalantly looking away.

Kurogiri was quick to swap from wiping the glasses to the counter, white cloth now coated in brown and grey. "Sorry about that." He apologised, and if he could, would've given you a small smile.

You shook your head, dismissing the fact before slipping off the barstool, walking over to the staircase that was held up by a thread just about, fingers nimbly moved to graze the splintering wood before the blonde girl bounced down the stairs.

"Morning!" Toga purred, tongue just prodding out of her lips as her gold eyes gleamed. Her fists curled inwards as she positioned them by the sides of her face, much like a cat would. She zipped past you, to the bar where she took her seat on the barstool you previously sat on, immediately going on a full banter when Twice made himself known.

You treaded up the stairs, to your room that was all lonesome, plain walls decorated with nothing, a single bed and nightstand, you didn't necessarily like your room, but it's all you had considering if you were to buy a house, it would be a death trap, a target would dangle over your house, a sign for the heroes.

On the windowsill, that displayed nothing but a view of concrete buildings, held a withering plant, the green leaves long turned yellow, and sagged. A symbol of misery.

Walking over to the window, you pushed the cracked glass up, the stale air plummeted into your room. Peering your head outwards, you had seen a man, shrivelled —only skin and bone—loitering on the streets, you couldn't tell what he was doing, other than the scraping of metal and grunts he made.

Almost feeling your presence, he looked up, with his only good eye, and gave you a horrid smile.

This was all before a dark figure came from the depths of the shadows in the alleyway, the sounds of boots grating against the chipped pavement. The man's head whipped to the noise before raising the object in his hand, he was constructing a blade.

With full power, he charged at the figure. However, an azure gust swallowed him.

A grim laugh bounced off the walls, you scoffed, a gut churning smell hit your senses before anything else making you choke. "Dabi, if you're going to fry people, at least find a decent place to do so.” You said once the flame had sizzled to a spark on his hand, he looked up with a smirk, sapphire eyes swirling.

"Gotcha, princess." He sent you a wink, before his cloak ruffled and he left into the banishing night.

With a grumble, you spun around to continue towards your bed when Shigaraki appeared, gripping onto your door frame, minus his pinky finger.

"Low-class heroes are trying to stop a nomu, it needs assistance." He left before anything else, you hurriedly left after him to find Kurogiri already forming a purple portal, reading to swallow anything up, Toga was bouncing on her feet, blood thirty much like everyone.

In an instant, you jumped through the portal, as quick as it had happened, you were standing on a rooftop. Below, on the suburban streets was in fact a nomu, with bulging muscles as well as some undergraduate heroes, Power Loader and Gunhead.

Power Loader desperately tried to latch his steel jaws onto the flesh of the mutant, but alas, got flung off, however he sprung up and was ready to jump back into action. The nomu's throw was weak, Shigaraki taking note on how the mutant's energy was quick to deteriorate.

Then, Gunhead's head shot out claw-like bullets from the barrels on his mask, clinging to the nomu's flesh, making the bird-like beast roar into the bellowing nights. "What are we doing here? Let's fight!" Toga whined to Shigaraki who all but all, surveyed the scene unfolding.

"I have to agree with nutjob over here, I'm getting bored." Dabi grumbled, folding his arms over his chest, sapphire eyes looking off into the distance.

Shigaraki called your name. "You'll go down there to distract the heroes, Dabi you go with, and I'll call in the nomu with Spinner." Toga let out an audible groan at his words, wishing to be able to jump down there. In a second, you and Dabi cascaded down the walls, hidden by the barely-lit streets.

"You get dunce-face and I'll get tool-works." Dabi said to you before his legs started moving on their own, blue blaze forming around his arm as he swung it at Power Loader, leaving you with Gun Head.

With a hum, you ran after the other hero, clasping your hands together in order to use your quirk, a faint red glow started to buzz around your fingers before your quirk started to construct Gun Head's greatest fear.

To your dismay, it wasn't anything major or actually scary, forming was a woman clutching two children, when your quirk was done, your mind synced into the creation.

"K-Koji," the woman whimpered his name, with wobbly lips and wide eyes, the children holding the same expression. The hero, trying to duck from the harsh embers of Dabi, looked over to his 'family', body freezing up. "We're s-scared."

"I..." the pro-hero tried to reel his mind over why his family is about two hours away from their home, here, in the dark nights of a dingy street. "Tomara..." he called his wife's name, taking a tentative step towards her. "Hiro...Ketsu..."

"Papa," the little boy with blue hair held his arms stretched out for his dad, taking staggering steps towards his father, wrapping his small arms around his legs before the second child joined, wrapping his arms around his waist. "We missed you."

You observed the scene, wondering what was the actual fear of the pro-hero, it wasn't until a sparse second later, when Tomara—his wife, joined in on the hug that the lizard like villain jumped out, purple hair breezing in the wing, and chomped down on the family, blood spraying out onto the pro-hero who had no time to think.

He let out a choked sob, watching Spinner devour his family before scampering off, before Gun Head was able to go after the lizard, you sprung out onto him, it was a harsh tumble to the ground where you and the pro-hero wrestled, he was stronger, much stronger.

Easily pinning you to the road, mask whirring as he was about to use his mask—to shoot a bullet right between your eyes, before your whole entire body burned red, in a blink of the eye, you were now a male with a thick moustache, glaring at the pro-hero.

"Dad?" The pro hero choked, head quirking to the side.

"I'm disappointed in you son, you're here fighting your own dad, this is why we sent you to Osaka, you're no good, this is why your family died." His father (you) said, the pro-hero's head hung in shame, before slowly loosening his hold on you, his mind not even thinking straight and completely forgetting about you.

"I'm s-sorry, pa."

How you loved manipulating emotions, you were a sucker for it. Your guilty pleasure was watching someone fall apart in front of you.

He stood up and helped his father up, in a fleeting moment, you grabbed for your dagger, balling your hands into a fist around the handle and bringing it down onto his mint hair, red squirted on your face.

His body staggered back, barrels blazing as little claw like structures shot out askew, one dug into the side of your abdomen, making you grunt in pain and scowl.

His body went flat, due to the keratin claws usage, then went limp, a puddle forming by his head, it was unfortunate, but it's what had to be done.

With your crises averted, you turned around to see Dabi wiping away at some blood that dribbled down his lip, a heap of substance and metal in front of him.

With the heroes...out the way, you could relax, it was about time others were alerted, so you had to flee the scene as soon as possible.

Back at the hideout, Shigaraki was attending to the nomu. You were in the cramped bathroom, shirt off, dabbing cotton balls against your wound, just to decrease the blood, as well as scratching off the dried blood.

The door to the bathroom reeled open, revealing a shirtless Dabi, white towel draped over one shoulder.

"Out, gotta shower,” he told you, blue eyes shamelessly staring at your cleavage, pupils swelling at the sight of your blood, feeling himself twitch in his black shorts. "Or stay, could use some company."

"Gross, I just need to clean the blood up, I'll be out of your hair." You rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe away at your wound with the plain cotton balls.

Dabi shrugged the towel off of him, walking across the bathroom and setting it on the toilet, turning the handle almost all the way to the hottest setting, letting the bathroom fill up with steam.

With low, ultramarine eyes, he watched as the cotton balls were turning red with blood.

He sauntered closer to you, catching your frame between his arms that rested against the counter, you looked up from your wound to his zombie, skin-patched chest. The purple, sewn on flesh contracting against his toned skin, stuck on with staples, muscles flexing in your woke.

Then was the dog tag chain dangling from his neck, a skull and cross bones etched on the metal. Then him smirking at you, his bright eyes, and dark hair that held a millimetre of white by the roots. "Can I taste you?"

"What?" You blurred, eyebrows deepening at his words, Dabi just ran the ball of his tongue piercing over his lips, smirking.

"Don't act like we haven't fucked before." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but I'm bleeding." You scoffed.

"I know, I wanna taste." And before you even registered what he actually wanted to taste, his lips were licking around your wound, tongue flattening, catching a smear of blood on his tongue, it was a strange noise that gurgled from your mouth, it shouldn't have been so arousing, but it was.

You felt and heard him suck deeply on the wound before he removed his lips, bringing his hand up, he pried your lips apart and smashed his lips to yours, tongue swirling around your own, making you taste your own metallic blood.

Your hands went to grab his shoulder while his tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting out a groan into the kiss, when he pulled away, his lips were darker from the hard kiss, and your blood that's mixed with saliva, shining on his lips, yours matched.

Silently, he moved back, eyes still trained on you before he turned half way around and slid out of his shorts which he used as boxers, meaning his cock sprung free, hard, shining, and pierced.

One of Dabi's secret yet not secret secrets, was he had a pierced tip, it was a very scandalous piercing that poked through the slit of his dick and just underneath the head (a Prince Albert piercing).

Many would cringe at the pain, but not Dabi—who secretly enjoyed it, leaving the piercer scared for life when he almost came. 

You noticed a flash of blue look your way before he stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed.

You watched as his shadow moved, continuing to bathe himself. You felt your bottom lip jut out, hating how your pussy was throbbing.

Sneakily, you peeled away your bottoms, leaving you in your thongs, then gliding a hand past your waistband of your underwear until your finger met the plush wetness of your pussy.

It swirled around your puffy clit, you started off slow, wanted to have a steady pace but it did minimal to help the ache, so you brought your middle finger to your clit and started to furiously flick at it.

Your legs, almost immediately started to vibrate at the same speed that your finger flicked at, your eyes dropped closed and your head lolled back, hitting the mirror. Your other hand joined in, sticking two fingers into your puckering hole, immediately getting coated in your sticky arousal, you should've felt ashamed for your actions, but you couldn't find a damn to give.

Your body felt on edge, prickling everywhere with lust and pleasure, stomaching feeling full, your lips fell apart, letting out tiny whimpers, it wasn't until one rather loud moan that the shower curtains were pulled back, that Dabi realised what you were getting up to.

He swore under his breath, cock twitching at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, droplets of water ran down every square inch of his body.

You were too preoccupied and caught up in the moment to have realised the shower had stopped, it wasn't until you felt a warm, wet body press against your legs that your eyes snapped open, and your finger stopped.

"Oh, don't let me stop your fun,” he purred, voice gravel with how turned on he was. To his dismay, you had stopped, and when he saw your hands slowly start to pull away, he grabbed a wrist. "I didn't say stop."

He, instead, used his own hand, grabbing the bottom of your underwear, the part covered in a patch of your previous arousal, in his fist, and burnt it right off, leaving you with a charred strap around your hips.

Using the same, warm hand, he pressed it harshly to your clit, rubbing aggressively before copying your previous actions, flicking over the bundle of nerves. He watched with sparkling eyes, and a growing smirk how your eyes rolled back into your head.

A gasp left your lips when you felt his hand wrap around your neck, and squeeze, with the addition of his quirk, imprinting a handprint around your neck. "'s too hot, Dabi, too hot." You babbled, your own hand pawing at his wrist, but he held your neck with a vice grip.

"You can take it, baby. I know you can,” he grinned, finger quickening on your clit. "You've taken my cock before."

"B-But, please, Touya, please?"

Something inside of Dabi snapped, he retracted both hands, making you whimper and sputter for air before his hand whipped hard against your cheek, leaving a second hand print.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that again," his hands moved, dug into your waist and rolled you around, cheek smushing up against the foggy mirror, ass pressing right into his hard-on. "Nasty sluts wants to act like one, then they'll be treated like one."

Another hard slap given to your body, this time on your ass cheek. The stinging sensation went straight to your core, still aching and empty.

"Dabi, fuck me.” You whined, words slightly muffled from the mirror, your eyes shut in pleasure when he gave you another slap, over the same bruising spot as before.

Dabi loved your ass, so it was no surprise when he started to squeeze away at the flesh, leaving darkening spots and crescent dents on your skin.

"I'll fuck you when I feel like it." He grabbed for your hips again, pulling you closer to him, raising your hips with impressive strength until he was able to watch saliva ooze from his lips and onto your pussy lips, which were already shining under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

He watched as your hole fluttered around nothing, before dropping your hips back down to the counter and shoving two, thick fingers inside your hole.

"Fuck. Your pussy is so needy, sucking me in."

"More." You managed to get out between moans, hips thrusting back on Dabi's fingers, you were so desperate for a release. Dabi curled his fingers, stretching you out further, and pushing against one pleasurable spot within you.

"Cock hungry slut, that's what you are,” he added a third finger, your hole gaping around his fingers, your mouth fell open as a spew of curses and moans left your lips. "Say it."

"'m a cock hungry slut." You mindlessly blabbered, Dabi pulled his fingers out of you, watching your pussy clench again around nothing.

He grabbed his cock with his sticky fingers and pumped it a few times before pressing the ball of his piercing against your clit and dragging it between your folds, to where you needed him the most.

He pushed himself in, just the tip, his fat, pink tip that sent a chill down your spine from the stretch. "More." You groaned, throwing your hips back, hoping to get more of him.

"Relax, don't be such a greedy bitch." He presented you with another slap to your ass, before fucking you with the tip only, it wasn't enough, despite the toe curling stretch it gave you, it wasn't the fullness you desired.

Dabi slowly thrusted the tip in and out of you, watching as his Prince Albert piercing got coated in your slick. He grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before slowly bottoming out, he groaned as he felt your pussy swallow him whole.

Dabi hated slow sex, but what he hated more were greedy sluts, much like yourself, so to torment you, he went slow, like really slow.

His dick now glistening as he pulled out, then inching back in, then out before pulling right out. He grabbed his cock yet again, prior to him now slapping it against your ass.

His pre-cum dropping down onto your ass in tiny, white pebbles. Dabi took his middle and forefinger and wiped the semen off before bringing them to your pouty lips and shoving them right down your mouth.

He watched as you choked around his fingers, he pushed them as far as they could before curling them, really making you gag.

His eyes lit up when he saw tears swell in your own, breaking away and falling down your cheeks. Dabi moved himself closer to your face, tongue lolling out before licking up your salty tears.

He let out a groan at the taste before pulling his fingers out your mouth, pulling you by the back of your neck to the ground, forcing you to turn around to face him.

"Open up, pretty girl." Dabi was oddly being gently right now as he caressed your hair, you opened your mouth for him, tongue prodding out, he slid his tip over your tongue, back and forth, back and forth before plunging his cock into your warm cavity.

His hold on your hair tightened, yanking at your scalp as he brutally fucked your mouth, giving you no time to breathe.

Dabi ignored the scratches at his leg, looking down here his stomach continuously bumped against your nose, eyes spilling with tears, only then did he decide to pull out, giving you a second to catch your breath before thrusting back in.

His hands loosened from your hair, opting to wrap around your neck where his thumbs just pushed against your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock.

Your hands assisted your mouth, squeezing his balls while he bottomed out in your mouth. His thrusts turned sloppy and slowed to hard thrusts before he clamped your head within his hands and forced you to swallow his cum that dripped down your throat. When he moved his dick out of your mouth, a mixture of spit and cum fell from your lips.

What was surprising was how erect his cock still was. "Up," he commanded, when you stood up, he lifted you and threw you back onto the sink's countertop. He took a finger to your lips. "Spit."

And so you did, your saliva dropping onto his finger, he added his own to the mix before bringing it to your still very much needy heat, lubing up your hole.

Dabi wasn't going to be slow, not now, not anymore. He slammed himself back into your pussy and started to fuck you at a savage speed. He didn't care how your body slumped to the side from pure euphoria, you were just a fucktoy in the moment.

"'s good, Dabi!" You moaned, back arching, chest pressing against his, he could feel how your breasts bounced against his skin, scraping against the metal staples. "So deep."

Your arms linked around his neck where your nails found haven in his skin and scratched away, red lines on his real skin and dark purple at his grafted skin. He hissed when you lifted staples but it made his lower belly heat up and it stirred something inside him.

You clawed so hard at his skin that you drew blood, that started to situate underneath your nails.

The tip of his cock repeatedly nudged against your cervix, the dull pleasure sending sensations throughout your entire body.

In the heat of the moment, you kissed Dabi, something he scarcely ever did, was kiss someone yet he always made exceptions for you and only you (and still denies any feelings whatsoever).

The kiss was a sloppy make out, saliva dribbling down your chin, shared groans, huffs, and oxygen. The kiss broke from Dabi's forceful thrusts that sent your body back to the mirror, he was quick to bring his lips back to your body.

This time, his teeth clamped down on your shoulder, before he suckled on your skin, he moved onto another patch of skin, then another, until your entire neck was covered in vibrant spots and imprints of his teeth.

Your stomach tightened, you were close, Dabi could tell by your walls fluttering around him and so was he. Your hands fumbled for his hair, tugging harshly at it, a moan left his lips from the pain, his chin lifting upwards, mouth apart by a centimetre as heavy breaths left them.

His face was a few inches away from yours, you still held his hair, the hair covering his forehead now swept away, exposing his entire face, and lust blown eyes, you didn't want to admit it, but he looked beautiful.

Yet, he also didn't want to admit how he was also appealed by you right now (Dabi is thriving in denial), wishing to always have you like this since he was so captivated. "Dabi, I'm close." You moaned, Dabi brought a thumb to your lips where he gently rubbed your bottom lip. "Touya, 'm so close."

Dabi didn't care that you called him by his real name, in fact it edged him on, thinking it sounded pretty falling from your lips.

"I know, pretty girl, me too." He mumbled, hands going back to your waist to anchor you, you wrapped your legs around him, his body almost flush against yours before your stomach tightened further before bubbling, the knot coming undone as you creamed around his cock, a loud, melodic moan left your throat before Dabi was quick behind you.

His cum buried deep in your cervix, now a cocktail with your own before he pulled out, watching your pussy squeeze out the substances.

Dabi stood there, breathless. Watching your pussy with his head hung low, his shoulder muscles flexed before he pulled himself away from you, wiping his nose with a sniff and out the bathroom, not caring if anyone were to see his family jewels on display as he went to his room, truth was, he left because he was scared.

Scared of how warm he felt around you, how tingly and fuzzy he got, which was not like him, so he did what he does best, and left.

You cleaned yourself up with a shower, before crawling into bed, the night sent you into a blissful sleep, where your mind kept reeling over the words he mumbled to you when he came... "I love you."

[seneon]

( IN THE ) GARDEN OF SINNERS .𖥔 ݁

SYNOPSIS . . . in which, a man with the lust for murder comes across a woman with no choice but to murder. there, they will drown in the garden of sinners together.

featuring. assassin¡touya todoroki × fem mage¡reader.

ᝰ CONTENTS . . . historical fantasy romance genre. set in ancient japan¡ au ( 1500s ) includes bloodspill, weapons, violence, sorcery, romance, and religious themes.

ᝰ NOTES . . . this mini series is heavily inspired by kara no kyoukai and alchemy of souls. i love knk so much it has a special place in my heart. listen the official knk playlist while reading for better experiences. happy reading, senation!

O1. SOMETHING AND NOTHING.

血 waters of the garden lake were soaked with the colour of wine red. spells and energies then comes undone at the feeling of the blood in the water.

O2. MAGICIAN.

血 the blade tainted with the blood of the dead is an achievement yet it portrays just how many souls had been a subject to murderous lust. can magic cleanse the stains?

O3. QUIET ROMANCE.

血 peace is such a foreign word. yet here they are, having such peace that fate did not grant them up until now. may they revel in each other's ecstasy of solace.

O4. SNOW IS FALLING.

血 first few kisses of the snowflakes is nothing but a mere frozen cry of the cold sorrowful weather. it remains to be stained by the blades and energies a deep hue of wine.

O5. EVERYTHING, NOT NOTHING.

血 the insatiable lust to murder is not present nor does it coexist with other living beings. it's simply nowhere to be found. oh the garden of sinners have consumed their sins.

THE GARDEN OF SINNERS PLAYLIST

MAGE AND ASSASSIN MOODBOARD

ᝰ TAGS . . . @w1nterelle @hyoismbbg @angeliicheartt @kyoghurts @heartkaji @skiiyoomin @choccorin @phtmmsqrde @harleys1nhawaii @va-3

©SENEON 2024 .𖥔 ݁ ( IN THE ) GARDEN OF SINNERS. do not ever repost, alter, and translate my work in any way.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Who Tops!? DabiHawks

Need everyone's input for a DabiHawks fic I'm writing!! Tysm in advance!

[iaminfamous]

Dabi x Girly! F! Reader

Hello! This is my first post on here, any/all constructive criticism is well appreciated! <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings ; nsfw, dom/sub dynamics, slight dubious consent, blowjobs, choking, outdoor sex, public sex

❝ Doll, you’re such a tease. ❞

His voice is so deep, makes you shiver. His grip in your hair is so tight, hurts so good. Dabi’s cock hits the back of your throat in a way that stings so great. You never imagined that this is what you’d be doing���stuck in a pretty pink short skirt, tits hanging out as he forces his cock past glossy lips.

The cold brick of the school’s walls hit your naked back, and tears hit those pretty, shining eyes of yours. Eyes that stare up at him with desperation. Eyes that he can’t get enough of. So needy, so pathetic as blue streaks fall and begin to dry on your blushing cheeks.

Never before had he seen such a beautiful girl. He knew he had to have you from the very first sight. See, Dabi was addicted to you—watched you every day, and jerked off to you every night. And today.. fuck, today, he just broke.

It’s not his fault you came into school wearing the most slutty outfit. A skirt that hardly hid any of that perfect ass. Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer. So, the moment you were caught alone, rough hands gripped your wrist and pinned you against the nearest wall.

He imagined how he’d take you—fuck you all night for hours, break you open for him, listen to you scream his name. He wanted to tear you apart, force your body to only know his cock; nobody else’s. It’s too bad that Dabi isn’t necessarily known for his patience, because now he has you sucking him off behind the school.

Your mouth feels so good around his cock, though. So good he can’t regret this decision whatsoever. Squirming, and those dainty hands gripping his thighs for dear life. Mascara running with the tears, and his cock can’t help but twitch in your throat as the two of you make eye contact. “Fuck, Princess.” He groans.

“Mmmh!” His cock hits the back of your throat, nose deep in his pubic hair, and you slap his thighs. It’s hard to breathe, and you’re suffocating. Is this how you die? The way you choke and gargle around his base is so painful, but you can’t stop yourself from enjoying it.

His fingers pinch your nose as his cock stays unmoving in the deepest depths of your mouth. You can’t breathe, tears spilling, and you sob around his cock. Heart racing, and your head becoming light—mind hazy, almost blank around his cock.

And, finally, he lets you breathe again. Doesn’t give you time to catch up on it, though. You’re left hyperventilating around his cock. You have little energy to suck on it, but he keeps your head bobbing with the grip in your hair.

Your eyes roll back, legs shaking as slickness begins coating your pink panties, acrylic nails digging into Dabi’s thighs. Tongue rolling out and lapping up as much of his cock as you can, despite the large size. He removes his cock for just a moment, slapping your face with it. Moans, “Shiiiit, such a whore.”

“Dabi—“ You whimper out, and his eyes glow a bright blue. His cock is back in your throat, fucking it well and good, thrusting at a rapid pace. Hearing that sweet innocent voice murmur his name just.. holy shit. He can’t get enough of you.

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s cumming. Groaning, head slamming against the wall above you, and hot spurts deep down your sore throat. You take what you can, whining around his cock as your mouth is coated white. He fucks you through the orgasm, moaning out your name lewdly.

As he pulls out, cum dribbles out of your mouth, and you cough it out onto the ground. Tits hanging, and a puddle of his cum in front of you. Your fingers wrap around your throat, glossy eyes, before finally looking up at him. His eyes are slanted, dark as he says, “I’m going to ruin you.”

And you can’t wait.

[nooneimportant2467]

Okkkk time to talk about dabi cuz he's like my second favorite character in mha and my friends don't get why I like him so I'll explain on here to see if anyone understandss dabi was always a great character and his trauma was great for his character cuz like character developmentttt also if you ship him with Hawks we can't be friends cuz like that's toxic af anywayyy I think he's a great character and is hot and yes I have seen all of season 7 and still think that

So say whatever you want he's a amazing character and yeahhh i want to find someone who agrees with meeeeee

[zetokeroart]

you guys are gonna eat so good at tomorrows art

[star-writes-after-dark]

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳

CONTENT WARNING - PLEASE READ

This fictional piece contains murder, degradation, and non-con themes. Please proceed accordingly.

Word Count: 7.6k

Summary: Her voice shook in the quiet of the hallway, and as you looked around more closely you could see even more obvious signs of life. Not currently, it was all old food wrappers and what looked like either black spray paint or scorch marks across the walls, all left from however long ago. You didn’t know how you missed it all earlier, the signs were right there, pointing at how very clearly someone had been living in that abandoned old hospital for at least a year, if not two.

This is how people in horror movies die, you think to yourself as glass screeches against glass beneath your feet. Abandoned warehouses and old buildings were not your usual haunts, and going at night was even less your cup of tea. And yet, somehow, your so-called friends had managed to drag you out in the dead of night, in the middle of winter, to some left-to-rot depot in the more run down parts of Kamino Ward. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Your friends insisted, a group of three other girls who had gone through college with you. “It's not like anyone’s gonna be there to catch us anyway.” 

You exhaled softly through your nose and rubbed at your eyes. “There’s probably going to be animals,” you stress, “and who knows, there could be druggies or those guys who look for metal… you know, people who are most definitely not afraid to kill us?” 

The ringleader of your little group, a bright-eyed girl named Izumi, jostled your shoulder playfully. “You’re such a worrier! No one’s going to be there, and we can just fight them off anyway.” 

You didn’t even want to think about just how absolutely wrong she was, but you couldn’t help it. Four girls, up against god-knows-who, with devil-knows-how-many weapons and much more conviction to stay hidden than any of your friends were to go exploring. They wanted adventure, but only on their terms and every fiber in your body felt like this was the worst possible way to scratch that itch. 

But, at the same time, you would have felt even worse if you didn’t at the very least go with them. So there you were, the four of you bundled up in puffy jackets with flashlights on-hand. You carried extra batteries, just in case. And a Swiss army knife that your dad gifted you for your 19th birthday. And matches and a lighter. And some granola bars, along with a bottle of water. And duct tape.

Okay, so maybe you were a bit overprepared, but you’d rather be over prepped and ready for anything than not ready at all for any emergency situations that might arise. You also shoved a first aid kit packed away in your bag. 

“You going camping?” Izumi had snickered when you were filling up your water bottle. You leveled a glare at her, and tightened the cap before tipping it over to make sure no water could leak out. 

“No,” you sniffed, tucking the offending water bottle into your backpack as your friends pulled on their coats and gloves. “But if you’re thirsty, you can’t ask me for water.” 

Izumi pouted at you, tugging on your arm. “Oh, what? That’s not fair, I was just playing!” 

It was your turn to snicker at her now, and you shrugged her off in favor of slipping on your own warm gear. You chose not to answer her, and Izumi hung her head in resignation and what you hoped was shame. 

Which was how your little group ended up in front of what Izumi was telling you used to be a mental inpatient institute. You shivered, despite your warm jacket and gloves, and watched as your breath fogged up in the air before you. Dread pooled in your gut, an unshakable feeling that you felt the need to voice. “Guys, it’s not too late to turn back now.” 

One of the other girls, Atsuko, rolled her eyes at your scaredy-cat attitude. “You’re seriously so boring. Come on. We’ll all go ahead of you, don’t worry.”

You sighed but muttered a quiet ‘fine,’ and motioned for everyone to move forward in their exploration of the old, crumbling building. Metal and glass crunched and squeaked and made all sorts of horrible noises underfoot, and you gritted your teeth to prevent any unnecessary shrieking as you edged towards the busted-open doors. Your friends, braver or just more stupid than you, were already forging ahead, flashlights on and waving wildly around what the decaying map on one of the walls told you was the main entrance of the hospital. Rubble was everywhere, broken-down walls that had collapsed with time and overgrown plants took over most of the space. You looked down as you picked your way through the mess, and something just wasn’t quite right. There was a feeling in your gut that wouldn’t leave you alone, the hair on your arms pricking beneath your thick layers as you caught up with your friends. 

No one was talking quietly as they passed through the rooms, and it irked you. Beams of light swayed this way and that as you explored deeper into the building. Names of people long dead were rattled off by Izumi every time you entered a new section, doctors and patients alike, and it wasn’t long until you found yourselves in what seemed to be an even older part of the hospital. Rust was dripping down from the ceiling, coating every metal surface in sight, and old beds and gurneys were cluttered in corners while there was clear water damage in others. And there was dust everywhere, a thick layer of it to be exact. It spiraled up and into the air with every step anyone made, and you quickly pulled the collar of your coat up to protect your nose and mouth, eyes squeezed shut. Your footprints were easily spotted in the hallways, and you kept looking behind you as that not-quite-right feeling from earlier doubled in the space between your heart and your stomach. 

“Guys,” you mumbled through the fabric of your collar. “I really think we should get out of here.” 

Your friends groaned at your insistence. “Why did you even come if you were going to be such a spoilsport?” Izumi asked. 

“Haha, cum,” Haru, the last tagalong of your group, mumbled to herself. 

“Because I would have felt like shit if you guys died and I wasn’t there,” you responded snarkily, ignoring her. “Seriously, something feels off about this place.” 

You caught Atsuko rolling her eyes at Izumi and Haru. “You’re just paranoid,” she said, “quit bitching.”

“I’m not bitching,” you muttered, your voice sounding more petulant and whiny than you intended, but you ducked your head and trotted through the dust to keep up with your friends. “I just don’t wanna fuckin’ be here…”

It had been several hours, and you were still plagued by the instinct that something was just wrong about the hospital. You couldn’t tell if it was just the vague sense that you were being watched, or if you were being paranoid like your friends suggested, or if there was really something truly wrong with the space. But your nerves still felt frayed either way, and you had a stress headache building behind your eyes. 

And to make things worse, Izumi suggested splitting up. You and Haru were the only ones who protested this idea, which made Izumi immediately pair the two of you up as her and Atsuko went off to explore on their own. 

“God, this is the worst,” you mumbled, kicking the top part of a cinder block off of its other half. “I don’t want to be here.” 

“Yeah, well I didn’t want to come either,” Haru snipped back at you. 

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at her, a quiet rage simmering just below the surface of your skin. “Why didn’t you say anything then?” 

Haru shrugged in a too-casual manner that clued you off to the fact that she actually felt guilty. “Didn’t want to be seen as a wuss.”

“Oh so it’s fine for you guys to see me as a wimp, but the rest of you guys get to be the brave ones? Seriously?” 

Haru snapped her head up, glaring at you. “It’s not like that! I just meant I-” 

“Save it,” you snapped, waving a hand at her. You shivered again, the cold had been thoroughly and consistently been seeping through your clothes all these hours, and now that you were standing still it was even more bone-chilling. You shifted your weight from foot to foot to try and keep your circulation going. 

To her credit, Haru looked like she genuinely felt bad for what she said, and you sighed. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, unmoving in the dark hallway as the tension in the air settled. And then it hit you like fucking a truck, it being exactly why you were so weirded out by the atmosphere. 

“Haru,” you whispered, stepping back through the debris towards your friend. “We have to get out of here. Now.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you keep saying that. Stop being such a baby.” 

“No,” you repeated, more firmly this time. Haru finally caught on to your tone, and looked at you with a flicker of concern in her eyes as you continued. “We need to leave. There’s someone else here with us.” 

“What do you mean?” She whispered. Her voice shook in the quiet of the hallway, and as you looked around more closely you could see even more obvious signs of life. Not currently, it was all old food wrappers and what looked like either black spray paint or scorch marks across the walls, all left from however long ago. You didn’t know how you missed it all earlier, the signs were right there, pointing at how very clearly someone had been living in that abandoned old hospital for at least a year, if not two. 

You grabbed Haru’s hand and started dragging her back towards the convergence of hospital wings, where you last saw Izumi and Atsuko. “I mean, there was no dust. No needles either, which means someone cleaned them up.” 

She stumbled along behind you, struggling to keep up with you as you darted around and through broken walls and over shattered glass tubes. “Wait- what does that mean?”

You ignored her and pursed your lips, tugging on her wrist harder, as you pulled out your phone to call Izumi. “Pick up, pick up…” 

“Bitch, tell me what’s going on!” Haru cried from behind you as she almost tripped over her own feet. You continued to ignore her as Izumi answered your call. 

“What? ” 

“Don’t ‘what’ me, we need to get out of here,” you snapped, fed up with her attitude. 

Izumi sighed heavily over the phone. You were getting increasingly more annoyed with your little group’s general animosity towards you, you who were trying to keep everyone safe and alive. “Look, we get it, you’re scared. You can go home if you want, but Atsuko and I are staying.” 

“No, ” you growled into the speaker, still gripping Haru’s wrist tightly. “We all need to leave. There’s someone else here with us, and I don’t think they’re going to be very happy if they see a group of girls snooping around their home.”

“And how do you know this? ” 

“Because there was no dust in the front part of this stupid place, and have you guys seen any needles? Because Haru and I haven’t, which is weird for a hospital, which means someone else is in here - living here - and I’m willing to bet it’s some guy hopped up on heroin or something who’s definitely not against killing four defenseless women!” 

Your voice rose with every word, until you were nearly shouting in the echo-y space of the lobby. You reluctantly let go of Haru’s wrist, and she brought it to her chest to rub where your grip had bruised her skin. “Sorry,” you mouthed at her, noticing her wince. You turned away from her, staring at the floor as you continued to argue your point to Izumi. “Look, just meet us back where we split up? Please?” 

“I’d like to point out we’re not defenseless, we have Quirks, but oh my god, fine. Atsuko, we’re going back. ” 

“What? ” You could hear Atsuko whine over the phone. “Why? ”

“Because we have a crybaby of a friend, that’s why. We’ll see you soon, I guess. ” 

You sighed in relief and felt your shoulders slump as Izumi hung up on you. You turned back to Haru, who was still cradling her wrist to her chest and pouting. “Did you have to yank me so hard? You almost ripped my hand clean off.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I said sorry, okay? I really just want to get out of here.” 

You shivered, still cold and rubbed your hands together, blowing on them to try and thaw out your fingertips. The night wasn’t getting any warmer. You heard Haru make a noise next to you, and saw her sweeping motions with the flashlight stop very suddenly. You turn, about to ask her what she just said when you notice the look on her face. 

“Oh, fuck, ” Haru whimpered quietly, her shaky hand focusing the flashlight on the most terrifying man you had ever seen. If you had seen him on the street, you would have thought he was hot. Sharp, angular facial features, studded with piercings and staples that appeared to keep his own burned flesh together with smooth, unmarred skin. Haru’s flashlight made his dark hair look blue, and the shadows that draped around his shoulders only made him look scarier. And his clothes were entirely inappropriate for the mid-November night, a simple pair of pants and a short sleeved jacket were his only protection against the cold. 

“Language, language,” the man rasped, stepping closer to the both of you with practiced ease. His feet fell through the thick layer of dust that was coating everything like he knew where each stone, each fallen piece of wall sat, and like he was used to stepping around it all. “You girls look like you’ve seen a ghost. I’m not gonna hurt you, don’t worry.” 

“Y-you’re not?” Haru asked quietly, the both of you stepping back slowly. You were nowhere near anything that counted as an exit. Haru, who apparently couldn’t read a room to save her life, started rambling. “That’s- that’s great! Could you point us in the direction of the front doors? We were just leaving and got lost.” 

“Got lost, huh?” The man asked. His eyes never strayed from you and Haru, and as he cornered the two of you, they sparkled with malice and joy - joy at your fear. He reveled in the emotions he provoked. “That sucks. Yeah, I’ll show you the way out.” 

Something in your gut told you to duck, to leap away, to fucking move as the man crept closer, because the tone in his voice was not that of someone who was used to being helpful, or in the business of being nice. He was a threat that would follow through, and he knew it. 

You’d be damned if you didn’t listen to your gut feelings. Because in the moment you decided to twist your body and leap to the side, the man steadied his stance, held up a hand, and he completely incinerated Haru with blazing blue flames. She didn’t even scream, the only noise she made was a low moan of pain before her life was ended and reduced to a pile of ash. You landed hard on your forearms and looked up as Haru, who just minutes ago you were debating on whether or not to keep her as a friend, was no more. Gone in a matter of seconds, her life torn away by the strange man who had no problem killing her. And by the look on his face, he saw no issues with killing you, either. 

“What the fuck is going on?” 

Your saving grace. Atsuko and Izumi, who had arrived just in time, were standing in the doorway, and it was clear that they had also watched Haru get burnt to a crisp. 

The man turned around. “Oh, look at that, you brought more idiot friends.” 

“Run!” You shouted at the two girls, who glanced at your form on the ground, confused, before they caught sight of the blue flames reappearing in the man’s outstretched hand. He cackled, eyes electrified with glee as he watched the terror pool in your friend’s faces, and he unleashed another burning hot whoosh of flames in their direction. 

You took his momentary distraction to scramble to your feet and took off yourself, adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river. Panic surged in your chest as you heard Izumi and Atsuko scream, and then the sound stopped abruptly. 

You couldn’t remember the way out of the building. Dark hallways twisted and turned, and you were too busy making a fuss earlier to map anything out in your head. The man’s laughter echoed behind you, reminding you that you were truly, utterly fucked.  

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty girl?” He called out, his tone mocking. You could feel another rush of flames from behind you, warming your back until you were too hot, sweating beneath your jacket. It had missed you by a hair, the smell of burned fabric filling your nose before it was gone in the cold. “Come back, I promise I won’t hurt ya… Too bad.” 

You could barely see as you ran, having dropped your flashlight somewhere behind you and in no hurry to turn around any time soon. The lack of light left you trampling over medical equipment, through messy rooms full of rusted wheelchairs and- 

You yelped loudly as your leg caught on a piece of corroded metal, a table or chair leg. It didn’t matter to you as pain ripped through your shin, and you floundered, barely quick enough to catch yourself. Heart racing, you forced your legs to move faster, searching for any sign of a way out, a flicker of moonlight or a breeze of cold air. Anything. You could hear the man drawing even closer as you panted, the sound of his footsteps deliberate and unhurried despite how eager he was to keep up with you.  

“Come on, don’t run from me,” he taunted, the pale light of his Quirk - because it had to be his Quirk - illuminating the hallway around you. “You won’t get very far.”

Desperation clawed at your throat, raw and ragged in time with your heavy breathing. You had to find somewhere to hide, or at least a way to put some distance between you and him. He wasn’t even trying to keep up with you, you could tell by the sound of heavy footfalls not too far behind you. There were several times when he had a clear shot at incinerating you, but he didn’t. You couldn’t tell if it was because he just enjoyed the chase so much, or if… Well, actually you didn’t know why else he wouldn’t take every opportunity to kill you. And you weren’t in the position to stop and think. 

You were running as fast as you possibly could, kicking up dust and all sorts of hospital debris as you went, up until you came to a T shaped convergence of the halls. You could hear the man coming up behind you, and at the most inappropriate of times, a piece of advice from your driving lesson days popped into your head. Don’t go left to go right. Or in this specific case, do the exact opposite and feign going left, then at the last second veer right, and hope he gets a little thrown off your trail. You only had one chance - one try to get this right. You took it, because you’d die damned if you didn’t.  

Chest heaving with effort, you darted to the left, and then jerked back at the last second to turn down the other hallway, sprinting for your life. You heard a thud from behind you, followed by a snarl. “You little bitch! ” 

Had you turned around, you  would have seen the scarred man smack almost face-first into the wall, using his hands to stop his skidding slide before he actually made contact. But you didn’t, because that would be stupid, and, again, you’d die damned if you were actually that stupid. Some final girl bullshit that you couldn’t really remember. 

You could see a door ahead of you, a rusted metal thing with a blessed window in it, your only source of light. Well. 

The pyromaniac behind you was also a source of light, but he was nowhere near blessed and you wouldn’t want to stay with him if he was your savior. This was an entirely unnecessary and distracting train of thought, you realized as you neared the door, dust flying up around you. The moonlight pooled in through the door’s window, and was eaten up by your shadow quickly as you nearly slammed into the door, jiggling the handle and-

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! It was rusted and sticking, and it took several harsh jerks before it squealed loudly, sending you tumbling into the open air with the murderer hot on your heels. 

“Come on, don’t run from me,” he spat his words at you from earlier, terrifyingly close. “Name’s Dabi - there now we know each other. Don’t you wanna get to know me better, sweetheart?”

“No!” You shrieked over your shoulder, edging away from him and closer towards the edge of the woods. He had stopped just outside the hospital, hands in his pockets, and you turned to look at him now that he wasn’t actively chasing you. The fucker didn’t even look winded, compared to your heavy breathing and shaky legs. Were you that out of shape? And what kind of a bitch ass name was Dabi? You weren’t eager to find out. “Just- just get away from me, please! I won’t tell anyone you’re here, I swear!” 

“You won’t?” Dabi crooned with a sickeningly sweet falseness rooted deep in his voice. He put a hand over his heart, pretending to swoon. “How kind.” 

You gulped for air, shivering now that you weren’t hauling ass and were exposed to the wind. 

“You cold baby? I can warm you right up.”

You shook your head and took another step back. “Please- just let me go. Please.” 

Dabi hummed thoughtfully and rocked his weight from side to side, rubbing at his chin like he was actually considering letting you go. You felt hope creep up your esophagus, curling around your heart and tugging it up your throat eagerly. 

Until it all went plummeting to your stomach, your knees going weak when he casually said, “you’re too cute to let go.” 

A sob wrangled itself into the back of your mouth, and you suddenly felt too hot, too uncomfortable in your own skin as tears pricked the backs of your eyes. You shook your head helplessly and turned to start running again, but your energy was sapped. Sweat was drying along the curve of your spine, breathing was difficult with how shaky your lungs were, and really all you could manage was staggering along through the trees. A loud sigh came from behind you, from Dabi, and he didn’t even have to raise his voice for you to hear him ask, almost bored, “this again?” 

Fucker. 

You didn’t make it very far. Actually, all circumstances considered, you did get pretty far away from the hospital, repeating the mantra of ‘one foot in front of the other’ over and over again until you had picked up a considerable pace and your breath was coming in short but even bursts. Your legs still burned, specifically your calves and your shin where the piece of corroded metal had torn your flesh open earlier. 

You had only made it to the clearing because Dabi let you. He made that very clear. You could see and hear the tell-tale flickering of blue flames crackling on his palm behind you, almost like it was a ball he was tossing up and down. Casually. 

And when he reached you, because he did, his hand was hot through the layers of your clothes as he pushed you from behind. You fell to your knees easily, and a wave of desperation washed through you, resigned to your fate. You felt hopeless as you stayed there, on your hands and knees in the middle of some bumfuck nowhere forest with a murderer who was probably, most definitely going to rape you. Tears dripped down your face, leaving cold tracks on your cheeks as another biting breeze swung through the clearing. Dabi laughed from behind you, dark and threatening and hungry.  

“You look good on your knees,” he cooed, stepping closer to you. Heat radiated off of him, and it took every ounce of willpower to not shiver as your legs grew warmer. “You gave me a real good chase, I can appreciate that.” 

You heaved a sob, and the ground thumped beneath your frozen fingers as Dabi also dropped to his knees, and draped himself over your body. God he was warm. And apparently turned on, going by how his dick seemed to strain against the zipper of his jeans. 

Had you been in any other situation, maybe one where you met in a cute coffee shop and he gave you his number and didn’t murder your friends, you two could be cuddled up together in your bed, his large hands splayed across your stomach and maybe your thighs. 

But you weren’t in another situation. You weren’t in another universe where things went well for you, you were right here, right now, with your friend’s killer curled around you and rutting his hard on against your ass. 

“S-stop… please,” you begged, trying to shove him off of you. You didn’t have the strength, because despite being so tall and lanky, Dabi actually had a good amount of muscle on him - he had to, with the way he was holding an arm around your midsection like he was made of steel. 

“Nah,” he rasped against your ear. Dabi chuckled at your weak struggling, and bit at the shell of your ear in retribution. In what you assumed was an apology, he licked a long, wet stripe up the same spot to soothe it. “You’re mine, gorgeous.” 

He leaned back, barely, to yank at the waistband of your pants and he pulled them down swiftly to your knees. “Oho, what’s this?” 

Dabi had revealed your underwear, a pretty pink pair covered in a strawberry print, with green ribbon sewn through the band. They were your favorite, but after this, you were going to burn them. Dabi’s blue flames flashed in your head, and you thought maybe burning them would be too close to home. Straight in the trash then. Dabi was still talking from above you, the hand that wasn’t holding you up by your torso trailing along the edge of the fabric. His fingers were hot, just like the rest of him, and they sent tingles down your spine as he snapped the edge of your panties. To your dismay, you felt your body betray you as those tingles turned to zings of pleasure that ran straight to your core. 

“These are fuckin’ cute, you little slut,” he remarked, snapping the crotch against your pussy. “Were you expecting someone to see them?” 

You sniffled and shook your head pathetically, fear and humiliation and the cold preventing you from putting up any more of a fight. Dabi noticed, because of course he did, and you couldn’t catch a break. 

“Hey, where’s all that spunk from earlier?” He asked, rocking  his hips forward, making you yelp and jerk before he yanked you back against him. “Don’t tell me you’re givin’ up.” 

You could only whimper, your brain conflicted by so many things. It was cold, so, so, freezingly cold, and Dabi was radiating warmth like it was his job, but he had caused so much damage in one night and was about to cause more. “Please… just- just let me go.” 

Dabi heaved a sigh, sounding very much like you were becoming a nuisance to him, and moved away from you. “Fine, maybe this will help.” 

And then he set fire to your underwear, scorching you and leaving you exposed to the elements all at once. You squealed. “Hey!” 

“Shut up, you whiny bitch,” he mumbled, shoving you flat on your face before he hiked your exposed rear end up into the air and went to fucking town on you. Sloppy and wet and messy and all sorts of fucked up, Dabi’s tongue was licking through your labia like he wanted to taste every inch of you. 

Dabi grunted as he shoved his tongue inside your dripping cunt, lapping up your wetness greedily as he buried his face between your thighs. The tangy scent of your arousal filled his nostrils, making his cock throb even harder in his pants, and he could feel your body trembling beneath him. You couldn’t help any of the soft moans that spewed out of the corners of your mouth. You really, really couldn’t help it, his tongue felt so good and he was acting like your pussy was the feast to his appetite. 

“Mmmph, fuck, y’taste good,” he growled, the words muffled by your slick folds. His scars and staples scraped deliciously against your inner thighs, and you felt your legs twitch involuntarily. 

Being eaten out by a murderer shouldn’t feel this good. 

But his fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your butt, hungry and needy and he lifted his head to suck down some air before he was buried right back against your gummy insides. He licked and sucked at your puffy clit with the tip of his tongue, relishing in each desperate whimper that escaped your lips as your juices gushed down his chin.

Dabi's mind raced with all of the depraved thoughts he could physically have as he ravaged you. Images of branding your perfect tits as he groped them, your thighs, your ass, fuck even your pretty little pussy, marking your skin with his flames, filled his head and made him dizzy with need. He wanted to ruin you, claim you, make you his in every fucking way possible.

You were a whining, writhing mess against the forest floor, hands scrabbling at moss and stones and tree roots as pleasure sparked and built up inside you. You could feel your walls fluttering around his tongue, trying desperately to listen to everything in your head screaming at you that this was wrong, that you could not cum right now. Fuck. 

“Dabi, Dabi-” you whined, fingertips scrabbling at the dirt. “Please- I’m-” 

“Gonna cum already?” Dabi mused, lifting his head to take a break from tonguing at your sensitive bud. “You really are just a pathetic slut, aren't you?” 

You shook your head no, unable to form a coherent sentence let alone thoughts. He growled then, the vibration sending more electric-hot jolts of arousal through your veins. Dabi pulled his body away from you, and you heard him lick his lips. Slurping was probably the more accurate word, if you thought about it hard enough. You were not thinking about it hard enough, or at all really. The only thing you were doing was whining at the loss of his tongue, of his body heat.  

“Yeah, you are,” Dabi argued right back, spreading you with two long fingers before shoving them inside your cunt with a wet, schlick sound. “So fuckin’ desperate for me.”

You moaned and squirmed, at the sudden intrusion. The feeling of his digits, hot and so deep inside of you was overwhelming. You opened your mouth to beg again, beg for mercy or reprieve, but Dabi’s thumb pressed against your clit harshly and suddenly the only noise you could make was a loud squeal. 

“That's it, scream for me,” Dabi purred, his rock-salt rasp of a voice sending shivers down your spine. He spread his fingers inside you, curling them deliciously against your spongy walls. It was torture, all too good and too much and not enough at once.”You're just another toy for me to play with.”

All too quickly, your orgasm washed through you without a warning. You had felt it building earlier, and you had managed to shove it away for the sake of your pride but now? Now you were breathless as Dabi pumped his fingers in and out of you, watching your pussy flutter and spasm around the digits with glee. 

“I’m that good, huh?” He cooed, but it was patronizing and made your wobbly insides feel even weaker. He gave your clit another swipe with his thumb before taking his hand away entirely. You were left on the ground, ass-up-face-down, panting heavily as your vision came back to you slowly. You let your eyes flutter shut, the exhaustion of the night weighing heavily on you. That was, until Dabi’s hand came down on your outer thigh in the least gentle way conceivable. 

“You didn’t think I was done, did you, pretty girl?” 

You groaned, ready to give up and let yourself go numb to the experience, but Dabi wouldn’t let you. You heard him fumbling with his belt and the zipper of his pants, huffing quietly in the, at this point, early morning air. He was still rock hard, despite having gone neglected this entire time, aching and leaking into his boxers. Dabi let out his own quiet groan as he palmed himself through the thin fabric, and the sight of you screaming as he split you open was almost too much to bear. He watched your gaping hole clench around the cold air again, like your body was begging for his cock. 

He had to have you, and he had to have you at that very moment. Without another moment’s hesitation, Dabi flipped you over easily, settling himself between your legs like it was his home. You yelped and tried to wriggle free, but another firm smack on your backside stopped you just as soon as you had started. It was a quick, rushed action to pull his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach before he lined the tip up with your entrance. 

You sputtered at the sight of his dick. Because who on God’s Green Earth decided that any man should have a dick that was good looking, but also that intimidating, and why was it attached to a murderer, and why was it pierced of all things? It twitched under your gaze, flushed red and angry that it had gone so long without attention until Dabi wrapped his hand around the base. 

“Like what you see, huh?” 

Opening your mouth to form a retort, you found that it was impossible due to Dabi sticking his fingers, the ones that had been curling so deliciously inside you a few minutes ago, into your mouth. At the same time, he pressed his hips forward, bullying his length inside you without any complaints from your pussy. 

“Oh fuck- ” he nearly whined, throwing his head back at the feeling of your tight heat, slick and easy to rut into, around him. “You feel s’good ‘round my cock. You like this don’t you, baby? Can feel your pussy tryna suck me in, like a bitch in heat.”

He was rambling, dirty words spilling from his mouth as you very half-heartedly tried to push him away. After all this time, you still couldn’t mentally get around the fact that he was raping you. The term felt wrong, because truth be told you were enjoying the experience, probably a little too much for a supposed ‘victim’, but it was true. You were being split open on Dabi’s enticing cock, and despite what your body was saying, that it felt good, to just let it happen and maybe he’d let you go, your head knew better. 

Dabi only laughed at the way you struggled, tightening his grip on your waist to leave bruises almost immediately. “Stop fighting me,” he growled, his hips snapping forward to bury himself deeper inside you. “You know you want this, your pussy can’t lie to me.” 

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, relishing the way your inner walls clenched around him. Your protests were getting weaker, and falling on deaf ears as your movements became less frantic. 

“That's it, just relax - take it,” he muttered, hands sliding up and down your sides in a way that you could have called comforting, in another universe. “Good girl.” 

You whimpered at the praise, because fuck it was starting to feel good. He was starting to feel good, rocking his dick into your tight, wet heat almost robotically slow. The burning pain had faded away, leaving only a faint pleasure in your veins that was steadily growing stronger. You felt his hands glide down over your hips, to the backs of your knees where he hiked your legs up close to your chest. It created a whole new angle for him to grind into you from, and you keened in response. 

“Look at you, so eager for me,” Dabi purred, his voice low and filthy. “I barely have to move and you're already clenching down on my cock like you need it to survive.”

He leaned down, nipping at your neck hard enough to leave marks. His tongue laved over the stinging skin, soothing the hurt even as his hips started moving faster. “I wonder,” he mused, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, “will you still be this desperate for me when I’m done with you? When I’ve fucked you raw and left you dripping with my cum?”

You whined and shook your head, blinking back tears that sprang up out of nowhere, and pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes. You couldn’t speak, not with the way Dabi seemed like he was on a personal mission to fuck the air out of your lungs. It was succeeding. 

Dabi grinned wickedly as he watched you struggle to hold back tears, your face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Aww, don't cry, baby,” he cooed mockingly, continuing his relentless pace. “We're just getting started.”

He could feel your walls fluttering around him, squeezing his cock like a vice as he slammed into you over and over. The wet sounds of your coupling filled the air, obscene and filthy, making you cringe internally at how loud it all was. 

“Fuck, you're so tight,” he groaned, his hips jerking forward with renewed vigor. “I bet you've never been fucked like this before, have you? Never had someone pound this pretty little cunt until you can’t even think straight.”

Dabi reached down, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He crashed his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue as he consumed you.

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he growled against your mouth, panting. “By the time I'm done, the only name you’ll remember is mine. The only thing you’ll crave is my cock splitting you open.” 

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your clit. The movement sent sparks of white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, too much and not enough all at once.

Dabi groaned, his voice rough with desire as the tip of his cock bruised your cervix. “Your pussy was just made for my cock.”

He could feel you clenching around him, fluttering and squeezing as he pounded into you, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, pleasure building at the base of his spine.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips with a searing heat. “Paint your insides with my cum until you're dripping with it.”

His thrusts became erratic, his rhythm faltering as he chased his release. He could feel you tensing beneath him, your moans growing higher and more desperate.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. “Show me how much you love being fucked by me.”

With a final, brutal push, Dabi buried himself to the hilt inside of you. His cock twitched and throbbed as he emptied himself into you, wave after wave of hot cum flooding your cunt. And you responded in kind, keening as you writhe on the moss and dirt of the forest floor. 

As the aftershocks of your shared climax subsided, Dabi pulled out of you with a wet pop. He watched with a smug grin as his cum leaked out of your abused hole, trickling down your thighs and pooling on the ground beneath them.

"Look at the mess you made," he purred, reaching down to scoop some of the pearly liquid onto his fingers. "So sloppy and dirty, just like a good little cumslut should be."

You winced at his words, feeling something like rage flicker inside your chest.

He brought his fingers to your lips, smearing the sticky fluid across them. "Clean them," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Taste what I gave you, what you earned."

“No,” you grumbled, pushing his hand away. You looked up to see Dabi sneering down at you, eyebrows furrowed darkly at your defiance. “I’m not your fucking toy to play with.” 

Dabi laughed. “Did you hit your head? I could kill you right now.” 

“But you haven’t,” you snap, sitting up with another wince. Cold was seeping back into your bones, now that you weren’t sweating, and you yanked your pants back up over your ass. Despite everything that had happened, you were pumped full of adrenaline now, a violent fury building in your veins. “So fuck you. ” 

Dabi smirked at you condescendingly, but he wasn’t stopping you. He was most likely also tired, you thought, and probably wasn’t expecting you to put up any more of a fight. “I already did, sweetheart. And now you’re never getting away.” 

Whatever had been snowballing inside you snapped. With a jagged scream, you threw yourself at Dabi, the murderer, the rapist, the pyromaniac who had killed your friends and had chased you into the surrounding forest to get his dick wet, sending him sprawled on his back with a thud and an unexpected rush of air leaving his lungs. It had been so unexpected that Dabi didn’t even get the chance to fire up his quirk, and he still didn’t have a chance when you started choking him. 

“F-Fuck,” he sputtered, but that was all he could get out. 

“You - fucking - bastard -” you snarled, shaking him with each furious word that left your lips. “Think you’re going to get away with this?” 

Dabi’s eyes were rolling back into his head, and his face was turning a pre-dawn shade of lilac. His hands came up and clawed at your wrists, sparking blue with his flames, but you weren’t getting burnt. You didn’t even feel the warmth of the fire, watching in morbid delight as Dabi was struggling more and more to breathe beneath you. 

“P-please,” he croaked. 

It gave you pause, his pleading, and you relinquished your tight grip on his airway. Not all the way, mind you, there was no way in hell you were letting this fucker go, but you sat back enough that he was able to suck in a short breath of air. 

“You’re begging?” You asked incredulously. “You’re begging me? That’s rich, asshole.” 

“I’m sorry,” Dabi rasped. His voice was much more hoarse than it had been a few seconds ago. Regret flashed in his sparkling blue eyes, and your shoulders fell. You couldn’t kill him. Was that even what you had been trying to do? Kill him? In cold blood, just like he had done to your friends? You couldn’t do that. You couldn’t- 

Dabi laughed in your face. Malicious, dark, and 100% not apologetic in the slightest. 

Yes you could.  

You screamed and went back to choking the man beneath you, enjoying the struggle he put up. Now his flames really were burning you, but you didn’t care even as smoke seeped up from his neck and into your face. You’d live with his burns for the rest of your life if it meant you could cause maybe as much damage to him as he did to you. Dabi grunted, and with one strong shove, managed to push you away from him as he coughed and gulped down as much oxygen as possible. 

Your shoulders heaved as you stumbled up and away from Dabi. He was laughing now, even as his eyes watered and he wheezed in the crisp morning air. You were still angry. Still violently, unashamedly angry. Your insides felt sticky and gross, and you could feel bile rising in your throat as the true reality of everything was starting to crash down on you. No, your mind screamed, push it away. You’re not done yet.  

You shook yourself off, and grabbed Dabi by the back of the throat. He yelped in surprise, wriggling to try and get free from your grasp but your fingernails dug tightly into his flesh and clothes, making every effort useless. 

You slammed his face into the bark of the closest tree with every ounce of pain and anguish roiling beneath your skin. Blood gushed from his nose, and you swallowed back another wave of bile. Dabi opened his mouth to say something again. His teeth were stained red, his gums also bleeding. 

“You still alive, fucker?” You asked, leaning in close to his ear. You noticed now that he had his ears pierced. 

Dabi nodded, like he was satisfied with himself, and gave a low chuckle. “Yeah I’m still kicking, bitch.” 

“Good.” You paused, dragging out the moment before you continued, “because I want the last thing you’ll ever hear is me telling you that tomorrow, when the news rolls out, it’s not going to be your name in the headlines. It’s going to be mine.”

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— HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAY WHEN IN BED WITH YOU

-----------HEADCANONS-----------

HAWKS

“Oh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.” 

“You're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.”

“I know I’m a mess-… what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?” 

“Lay back and let me do all the work. I’ve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.”

“Hey, don’t shy away from me. C’mere-”

“You’re so fuckin’ soft. Shiiit…”

“Hey—no teasing the feathers.”

“I n-need to-... I just-…-I’m going to start moving now.”

“Arms around my neck and legs around my hips— ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I don’t want you falling on me, at least, not literally.”

“What a good mate, you respond to me so well."

“I’m so fuckin’ deep, my pretty girl-”

“Fuck—I can’t... I’m not gonna last-”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.”

“God I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after I’ve knocked you up.”

“We're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.”

“Tell me you love me-… tell me again.”

“I do get ahead of myself often, but I can’t help it. I just know we belong together-” 

“What do you say we try for a baby this time?”

"You’d be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...”

“Touch yourself, c’mon. Let me see how you play the right notes.”

“You're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.”

“Let me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.”

“No one’s gonna hear if I put my hand here… no biting, hun.”

“I’ll make it quick, darling... just—let me… let me go again.”

“Need a hand or a finger?”

“Just wait, baby... Fuuuuck—give me a damn minute.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Arch your back, there you go, such a good girl.”

“Fuck, even after cumming you aren’t ready to accommodate my size. Don’t worry, baby,” he kisses your creased forehead, “—then just the tip this time.”

“Shit, I can’t help it—” you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. “I just like you so damn much!” He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper. 

“Just bear with me, I swear I’ll eat you for hours after…. Please, pretty, pleaseeeee…” He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans. 

“No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ain’t I, beautiful?” 

“C’mon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter… my cock’s rubbing those hard-to-reach places…. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.”

“I’m painfully close-…. Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet…”

 “Is this your sweet spot I’m bullying?” 

“Each thrust is inching you closer… should I slow down or go faster?”

“Deeper? Okey-… just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.” 

“Give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“Try to keep your eyes open, I know it’s hard…b-but try for me beautiful.”

“Go ahead and sleep, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

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DABI

“What’d I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?”

“I’ve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?”

“Open your legs, not gonna say it again.”

“Doesn’t hurt, its already scarred skin.”

“If I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get it— I’ve already told ya, it doesn’t hurt anymore-”

“Bury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.”

“Stop pushing me away. You’re gonna take it all, don’t make me shove it down your throat.”

“You love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.”

“Nuh-uh, you haven’t cum yet.”

“I said ass up.”

“You want it so bad? beg.”

“Take them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Don’t try me.”

“Harder,” he mutters, not a minute after you started. “Harder,” he demands again.

“Could you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.”

“Can barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.”

“Fuck,” he bit out. “Yes, fuck…. Just like that.”

“Come on pretty girl. Ride me till you’re numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.”

“Move my hands again and see what happens-”

“Fuck—” 

“Sorry, baby-… I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.”

“Sit on it.”

“Worried it won’t fit? We always make it work just fine—”

“I don’t have condoms, they’re annoying.” He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience. 

“Don’t move—Just gimme a minute… F-Fuck…”

“You fuckin’ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spot— …” He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.

“Did you do that on purpose, princess? ‘cause now we are doing it every time.” 

“Fuck that. Don’t know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.”

“Stop it, no more whining—I’ll do my best to be…. gentler.” 

“Really? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.”

“Ridiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.” 

“Fuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.”

“Should I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.”

“Unless you were playing with yourself before I got here, I’m guessing this is because of my pretty face?”

“Over my knee, now.”

“Sure, I love ya— but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckin’ spread them for me.”

“Want me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-”

“One’s never enough, I know my princess’s pussy and its begging for another.”

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)

“Do you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?”

“You can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve waited so long for this...”

“That’s it... slow and easy—” 

“How much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?”

“You ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? —don’t shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.”

“Take it off before I tear it off.”

“Baby... please...I hate to beg-”

“Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”

“What a naughty little girl I have just to myself.”

“Ugh, so hot and wet.” 

“I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”

“I’d hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.”

“It’s so warm...”

“Who do you belong to?” 

 “Whose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.”

“God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like it’s hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

“As you wish, princess.”

“You gonna cum?” 

“Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

“Fucking take it... take every drop...” 

“Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”

“I said spread those fuckin’ folds.”

“So wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. It’s like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.”

“Aren’t you a sight. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”

“That’s right, darlin’. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”

“Oh, did you think we were finished?”

“Did I stutter or somethin’?”

“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you.”

“Don’t move—Just a sec… F-Fuck…”

“No, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.”

“Shit, darling, don’t-” 

“God, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...”

“You feel so wonderful, I might go crazy—"

“More... please, more...”

“Fuck, I’m stretching you so good.”

“God, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I can’t stand it.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You’re my precious BABY, now and forever."

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

SHIGARAKI

“It isn’t even a ‘might’. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.”

“Keep looking into my eyes, don’t you fuckin’ look away…”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He coos in a demeaning tone. “I’ll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.”

“I can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, I’m player one!”

“I know, I’m keeping track of my digits, don’t worry your pretty head.”

“You are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.”

“I can’t- I’m dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Don’t move, I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“My pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabric’s straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammit” Shigaraki’s practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. “Can we go now? Like right NOW?!”

“MY girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.”

“You want him dead. You got it.” Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. “—Of course, I will. You are my everything.”

“It hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.”

“Fuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuck…!”

“Please fuck me.”

“H-hey, I know a fun game we can play together… It’s called ‘how many times can I make you cum all over my cock?’” 

“One point, five points, ten points—Cumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?”

“Now... care if I use my mouth on you?”

“Just be good for me, and I’ll take very, very good care of you.”

"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?" 

“Just looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.”

"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cock—ngh!”

"S-Shit,"

"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful." 

"What? Fainting on me already?"

"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."

“Just fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!”

“Have it your way then.”

"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! I’m gonna die—"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy… take your pick-”

"Are you close, sweetie?" 

“My feisty little girl. Aren’t you just adorable?”

"Good girl. Give me a minute and I’ll clean up that mess you made." 

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that you’re mine.”

“I just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didn’t want to... you know, waste the moment.”

“Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.” 

“You don’t have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.”

“Go on, get on your knees.”

“Ngh, that’s it, keep going...”

“You look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.” 

“I want you all to myself.”

“H-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKIN’ MINE!!”

I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)

[neurthotic]

DABI AS A BOYFRIEND ✫

✫ incurably watches you sleep. you get used to waking up to it eventually. maybe.

✫ neck kisses all the time

✫ his communication skills are shit. you feel like a kindergarten teacher explaining to his expressionless face how to talk about our feelings

✫ he keeps a hand on your back or your shoulder or in your hair when you’re together, absently keeping track of you

✫ “you’re cute when you’re scared.”

✫ warm ass hands

✫ he definitely has a weird and scary thing for pain. “you want to touch the staples? yeah, you can touch them. you can rip them out of my face with your teeth if you like.”

✫ dabi doesn’t do nicknames. pet names are once in a blue moon.

✫ driest texter to walk the earth

✫ the self deprecating jokes are actually mad funny. sir please stop calling yourself crispy

✫ gets very um. creative about degradation.

✫ it’s all “come get in the shower with me” and then you stick a toe in and the water is two degrees away from freezing to ice. sorry not all of us have fire inside okay

✫ he doesn’t like you cautious around his injuries, even treating/tending them: “stop being fucking gentle with me.”

[eddies-spaghetti]

“despite everything, it’s still you” 💙

[tsukimirecs]

mha // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

bakugou katsuki

defiant say it with your hands darling it's better (down where it's wetter) statistically significant how to set fires mr. fixer upper the red of fate meets the blue of twitter verification

shoto todoroki

if i could keep cool break the glass (in case of emergency) something new strawberry scented dreams flare loads of fun mr. tokyo beat hottest hero

dabi / touya todoroki

not a proposal an arsonist's lullaby running errands i'm melting in your eyes, like the first time that i caught fire (just stay with me, lay with me now) it's conditional laundromat

hawks / takami keigo

lay low take it slow birb puns crawl home to me paper cranes little bird no need

eijiro kirishima

the marionettist would you like me to stay forever revenge paws for panic red crush culture in one kiss, you'll know all i haven't said

denki kaminari

body electric streams truth or dare seven minutes of humor in your arms why are you so pretty?

[yumenofude]

Blue fried chicken coming soon

[orochiposting]

“I can fix him dw” [drill sounds] {screaming} [chainsaw revving]