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I’ll force you to take a break. If i have to
#mha fanart#dabihawks#toukei#touya todoroki#keigo takami#they are years into post canon atp#touya worlds worst house husband (guy that is under gov surveillance)#he tries tho#keigo needs a break#bags under his eyes so big they need to be checked and put in cargo#keigo hpsc president#post canon
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Murder husbands <3
#mha#my art#shigaraki tomura#tomura shiragaki#my hero acedamia#shigadabi#dabishiga#shigaraki x dabi#dabi x shigaraki#league of villains#lov#touya todoroki#dabi#boku no hero academia#ship#murder husbands#they fucked
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₊˚⊹♡ Children Guide! ₊˚⊹♡
Haru and Aki - 9 years old (twin boys)
Yuu (Yuuri) and Yue (Yueru) - 7 years old (twins, male and female)
Hana - 5 years old female
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Shouto does not cry often.
Ever since you've known him, even as a high school teenager at U.A., you had hardly seen him cry.
He cried after defeating Dabi.
He cried at graduation, worried that he would never see you again.
He cried at your wedding.
And he cried every time he held a new bundle of joy in his arms.
You and Shouto have five beautiful children. Two sets of twins and a daughter. Out of all of your children, Hana was the most sensitive. Practically a carbon copy of you (a miracle because all of your other children looked like your husband), the five-year-old inherited your empathy and sensitivity. She was the sweetest one with the biggest heart but when she cried, it seemed like it would never end.
As the youngest, especially the youngest daughter who just so happened to look a little too much like you, Shouto was wrapped around her little finger. Sure, your other daughter Yue loved attention from her father, but she preferred showing off how "cool" she was to her uncles (Shouto was and is still very worried about how she'll grow up in the future if she keeps hanging around with Katsuki, but oh well).
Every night, after dinner, Shouto carries Hana up the stairs of the traditional yet modern Japanese family home and helps her get ready for bed.
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One night, while reading a book in bed, you hear the door open as usual. Not bothering to look up, you continue reading.
"Are all of the children in bed already?"
You wait for a response, but nothing comes out of his mouth. Your ears perk up at the sound of shuffling, and you look towards your husband.
"Shouto? What's wrong?"
He looks at you with a pout on his face, his teeth biting his bottom lip. You quickly put the book down and quirk a brow.
"Baby?"
Shouto just sighs and gets into bed. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his short hair (shorter than it was in high school) tickling your chin.
Suddenly, you hear the faintest sniffle and feel something wet on your collarbone.
Just like that, Shouto erupts into tears. After a few minutes, the top of your nightgown is soaked and the fabric is bunched up in his hands.
"Shouto, baby, talk to me please. What's wrong, my love?"
You gently cup his face in your hands and tilt his head up to face you. Did something bad happen at work? Is his family alright? He cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are red. Your husband sighs.
"I failed as a father."
What??? You stare at him in disbelief and shake your head. "Shou, honey, you did not fail as a father and you will not fail as a father. We talked about this before having children. Yo-"
"Hana doesn't want me to carry her upstairs anymore!!"
Your jaw drops as he continues quiet-sobbing in your chest. That was what he was moping about? Your hand gently pats his back, and you have to tilt your head up to stifle a laugh.
"Shou, you're sad about that? Why?"
He looks up at you with an unamused expression, face still adorned with a pout. "Hana doesn't want me anymore."
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After finishing her dinner, Hana clumsily puts her plastic utensils on her plate.
"Hana-chan," you called out while washing dishes, "go get ready for bed, okay?"
"Okay mama!" Taking that as his usual call, Shouto gets up from the couch and walks over to his youngest, whom is already at the stairs. He begins reaching out for her to pick her up.
"Hana, are you ready to-" "Papa, Hana is a big girl now! I wan' to go up by myshelf!" The little girl slips out of his embrace and climbs up the stairs, leaving Shouto slack-jawed and flabbergasted.
"A-ah... alright darling, I'm coming..."
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"Babe, you're still her father. She's five! Maybe she wants to be a little independent like Yue." Shouto grimaces at the comment. Another female Katsuki Bakugou running around in the household? No thank yue (get it? hahahah/j ok nvm im not funny ig).
You kiss his forehead tenderly and look him in the eyes. "Our children won't stay children forever, okay? Hana must grow up sometime, and we felt this way when all of the twins began becoming independent. But just because they are growing up doesn't mean that they don't want us anymore. I still care for my parents and you still care for yours." His heterochromatic eyes gazed at yours, mesmerized and captivated by your beauty and words. Finally, he lets out a quiet sigh and hugs you.
"You are right. Thank you, my love."
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"Bye darling! Have a good day!" Reaching up on your tiptoes while your unfairly tall husband reaches down to meet you halfway, you tenderly kiss him on the lips before he leaves for work. The Haru and Aki fake-gag at the display of affection, making you chuckle in response. Closing the door, you shift your attention to your youngest, busy eating apple slices. You could tell that Shouto was still a little upset about the day before, but he managed to hide it well. You shook your head and went to the kitchen window to water your hydrangea bushes when suddenly you got an idea.
"Yuuri! Yueru! Could you two come here for a second please?"
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"I'm home."
"Papa!!"
As Shouto closed the door, your children rushed to him like a wild herd. A chorus of "Papa!"s and "Guess what!"s filled the room, making Shouto laugh.
"Now, now, one at a time. I missed you all." He picks up Yue as she excitedly rambles about her day. "Papa! Guess what! Mama let all of us take Hana to the park!"
"Oh wow, really? Did you have fun?"
"Mhm! We played tag and ate dango after!" In the corner of his vision, he sees you walk into the living room with the same, breathtaking smile that you always greet him with. Putting his chatty daughter back down, his hands find your waist while his lips press against your forehead.
"Welcome home, my love. Sorry, I was finishing up something."
"You don't need to apologize, darling. Thank you." Taking his hand, you lead him to the dining table. "All of the children except Hana already ate, so you can eat." You turn to look at your youngest, who surprisingly finished her food already.
"Oh? Are you finished, Hana-chan?" The little girl nods tiredly, her chubby cherub cheeks puffed out slightly. Shouto's heart clenches at the sight, but he can't help but notice a subtle shift in your expression, the slight upward quirk of your kissable lips. He watches you approach the five-year-old and help her out of her chair.
"Aw, you don't want some of the cookies we baked two days ago?"
"No mama, Hana's too tired." You giggle softly at your daughter's cute expression and nods. "Alright baby, thank you for finishing your dinner. You made mama and papa very happy." Both you and your husband watch her give you another sleepy nod as she looks up at Shouto.
"Papa, I'm ready for bed." Shouto hesitantly walks closer to his daughter, worried that she'll do the same thing again and reject him.
However, Hana just looks at him with sleepy doe eyes and arms outstretched to him. Her little body stays planted to the ground.
"Papa, I'm waiting. You're s'pposed to carry Hana."
You mentally facepalm at the sassy response and third person referencing while speaking, no doubt one of her classmates taught her that at kindergarten, though you suppose that you can let it slide just this once when you see Shouto visibly tear up. He not-so-subtly brings his left hand up to cover his eyes as his right hand gently picks up Hana as if she were made of glass. As his little princess wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder, he chokes on his words.
"Ah, yes my darling, Papa will always carry you."
You watch your husband walk up the stairs with your youngest, tears spilling from your own eyes.
Well done, (Y/N). Well done.
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The next morning, Shouto appears to have gotten a week's worth of sleep in one night. Extra excited and happy (and clingy), he wouldn't keep his hands off of you. As he put on his boots, however, he hears faint giggling coming from the kitchen. Quietly, he walks to the open archway connecting the kitchen and rest of the house. There, he sees both sets of twins, Haru and Aki and Yuuri and Yueru, as well as you opening your reusable grocery bag and pulling out two chocolate bars. While giving it to the twins, Yue lets out a loud cheer, Aki kicking her shin and shushing her. He observes his pretty wife as she lets out a quiet laugh. "Thank you, my darlings. You really made your father happy."
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"Yes mama?" The twins say in unison. Your eyes sparkle with a glint of mischief as you lean in close to whisper something.
"I need you to drain Hana-chan's energy today so that she is very sleepy after dinner. I'll give you both a bar of your favorite chocolate if you do this successfully."
Yue, ever the overenergetic twin (who really is just hungry for chocolate), excitedly waves her hand around. "Ooh! Ooh! I know! We'll take her to the park to play tag!"
"Excellent idea!" You clap your hands in agreement and look at Yuu. "Yuuri, darling, could you ask your elder brothers if they would also like to join in?" The more sedate twin nods and starts walking to his elder siblings.
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A/N: Guess who's back from exhaustion and the dead (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I cannot believe I have been inactive for almost two months and I apologize ToT Hopefully this short fic of mine will make up for the lost time! This idea was hilarious and super fun to write!! I hope that you enjoyed and that it wasn't too hard to follow. I love writing for Shouto I just love that fine-ahh man, so this was super self-indulgent.
October was a mess for me, both physically and mentally. Hopefully by the middle of November will I be less busy. Thank you, readers, for bearing with me and my inactivity, and I hope that you continue enjoying all of my works ♡♡♡
#Shouto x reader#shouto x reader#Shoto x reader#shoto x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#shoto x you#shoto todoroki#shouto todoroki#bnha x reader#mha x reader#fluff#bnha#mha#shouto todoroki x reader#pro hero shoto x reader#pro hero shouto x reader#husband shouto#husband shoto#pro hero shoto#pro hero shouto#husband shouto x wife reader#husband shoto x reader#love#family#shoto is clingy AF
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Imagine being a mom/dad friend and your bests friends are Dabi and Shigaraki You take care of their wounds one day and Dabi just goes: "You like patching us up or something? This isn't the first time you've done this."
And you just shrug it off saying that you're just a caring friend and you don't like seeing your friends hurt And Shiggy just goes: "You're more than just a 'caring friend'. You almost act like a partner at times.."
You: *Blushes* "Huh??" So they team up to make you blush lmao Dabi: "You're literally just perfect partner material"
You: *Nervous chuckles* "Well I can't be both your partner am i right?" *You're self deprecating rn* *Both men are smirking* Shiggy: "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
#you freaking die of nosebleed after this#LIKE#OKAY DABI & HAWKS X YN IS GREAT#BUT HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF DABI & SHIGGY X YN?????#my current obsession#LIKE?????#HELLO??#THEY'RE PERFECT HUSBANDS??#BOTH ARE TOUCH STARVED#I'D SPEND MY WHOLE DAYS HUGGING THEM#I FREKING LOVE HUGS SO IT'D BE PERFECT FOR ME#mha#bnha#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#dabi#dabi x reader#todoroki touya#touya todoroki#touya todoroki x reader#touya x reader
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He looks fucking insane...i love it
#katsuki bakugo#bakugo mha#kacchan#MY MANS#one for all#mha#my hero academia#obsession fr#husband#I'm his girl#bakudeku#izoucha#kacchako#denki kaminari#shouto todoroki#kiribaku#hitoshi shinsou#league of villains#boku no hero academia
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Y'know what? Screw it, Touya Thursday.
#so i made a gif#should i make more of these?#dabi#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#toya my beloved#dabi my beloved#touya todoroki#touya my beloved#my husband#i may make more of these#cuz its silly#toya thursday lets go#touya Thursday#i even uploaded it to giphy if anyone wants to use it#dyna edits#dyna posts#dynachan#dyna gifs
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'Us Time' -Dad!Todoroki Shoto x Mom!Reader
A/n: once again I have no freaking clue what to do for the title. I meant to make y/n and Shoto stressed out and stiuff but it's just fluff :)
A/n 2: this is a bit old but decided to finally post it.
General info:
Genre: fluff/ slice of life // wc: 854
Summary: Shoto is tired of barely having any time with you, so he proposes an idea to get you for himself for an entire week.
"Mama! Mama!"
A voice called, causing you to groan.
"Mama~ it's light outside! Up time!"
Rubbing your eyes, you squint to see your four and a half year old jumping at the side of your bed, h/c locks bouncing up and down.
"C'mhere baby, it's still time to sleep some more." You yawn, reaching your arms out to your youngest.
"No! Sister and brother are up!"
"Oh- are they really?"
"Mhm! Sister says come get you!"
Sighing, you squeeze Shoto's arm that was wrapped around you, trying to let him let go.
"C'mon Sho, the kids need me." You whisper, turning around to play with his mismatched hair.
Whining at the thought of letting you go, Shoto hugged you tightly before slipping his arms down to his side.
"Aki, why don't you go snuggle dada while I go get your siblings ready?" You ask, kissing Shoto's forehead before sliding out of bed, picking Aki up.
Giggling, Aki gave you a kiss on the cheek before hurrying to crawl next to her dad, making him smile warmly.
"I love you both!" You call, already heading towards your twins' rooms.
"Yuki, honey? Are you up?"
Sofltly knocking on the door, you open it to see her room empty.
Assuming that both of them were awake, you wandered to the living room, where they were fighting.
"No! We can not wake up mom! She stayed up late last night!" Daiki whisper-shouted, grey eyes glaring at his twin sister, Yuki.
"But I'm hungry, and we have school today! She can nap when we go to school!" Yuki bit back, face as neutral as her dad's despite her harsh words.
"N-"
"Shhh it's okay, Daiki." You comfort, wrapping your eldest in a hug, petting his head to help soothe him. "You're sweet, but Yuki's right. I need to be awake to take care of you two."
"Bu-"
"No buts! I love taking care of you. If you didn't wake me up I'd be sad that you had to do it all on your own."
"Yuki, thank you for having Aki wake me up."
Yuki simply shrugged, back to her I-don't-care demeanor inherited from her dad. Just like Shoto, you knew that she did care, but she just hid the majority of her emotions. Luckily you had enough experience with Shoto that you knew how and when she needed you, and you were always ready to support her.
"Okay, who's ready for breakfast?" You smile, causing Daiki to smile back at you and Yuki's e/c eyes to shine a bit brighter.
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"Love, do you know where my boots are?" Shoto called, causing you to roll your eyes fondly.
"Yeah, they're in our closet! If they're not there check in Aki's!"
"Thanks babe." Shoto smiled, walking over to you to press a kiss to your temple, hand resting on your hip.
"Mhm" you purr, leaning into your husband's touch.
"What do you think about a vacation?" Shoto mused, leaning down to pull on his hero boots.
"That won't really work with the twins schedule for anther few months-"
"I meant for the two of us."
Your breath caught in your throat as Shoto wrapped you in an embrace from behind, pressing a few kisses against your shoulder blades and neck.
"What abou-"
"Fuyumi or mom can take care of the kids. We haven't had us time in months, I miss you."
"I- I don't know Shoto.. that seems like a lot to ask. Plus what about work?"
"Those are just minor details, Love. Do you want to take a week off with me or not?"
"Of course I do but-"
"Then it's settled, I'll get everything prepared for let's say- next month?"
"Okay but-"
"Love, don't worry about it, and just let me handle it." Shoto purred, spinning you around to face him as he kissed your lips sweetly.
"Okay." You sigh, smiling into the kiss.
"I can't wait to have some us time." Shoto sighed, leaning his forehead on yours. "You've been so busy being an awesome mom and I've been working."
"Mhm, it'll be nice." You sigh, wrapping your arms around Shoto's waist.
"Speaking of-"
"Can you flirt elsewhere? We kinda wanna eat without your lovey dovey stuff going on." Daiki grumbled, hugging Aki close to him to shield her eyes.
"We're just hugging." Shoto chuckles, moving towards his kids with a fondness only you and your little family got to see.
"But-"
"Daiki, you mama needed a hug from her husband. Are you really going to be upset about that?"
Daiki immediately shook his head no, guilt clawing at him for interrupting your comfort.
"I'm sorry mama! Here, my hugs are better than dad's anyways!" Daiki apologized, sticking his tongue out at Shoto before wrapping you in a hug.
"Me too! I wanna hug!" Aki exclaimed, jumping onto Shoto's leg.
Lifting Aki up into his arms, Shoto guided Yuki towards you before enveloping the four of you in a hug, causing you to giggle.
After a minute or so Yuki squirmed away, closely followed by Daiki.
"Mom, you burnt the eggs." Yuki sighed.
"Oh shoot-"
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Pfff, me with Overhaul, Dabi, Sukuna and Geto
Who's yours?
#yakuza lover#overhaul#kai chisaki#yakuza husband#boku no hero academia#birdman#toucan king#my hero academia#fangirl#villain lover#Dabi#blue flame#blue eyed casanova#anime man with golden eyes#anime man with piercings#anime man with white hair and blue eyes#todoroki touya#ryoumen sukuna#sukuna#suguru geto#geto#jjk#touchstarved men
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CREEP (Dabi x Hawks x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) *GOOD ENDING VER*
Pairing: Touya “Dabi” Todoroki x Black!Fem!Reader x Keigo “Hawks” Takami
Synopsis: In which a night home with your man turns into one of pure terror and a walk on the dark side when you get the feeling that you’re being followed. After coming home to an empty house when your man gets caught up at work, you realize, terrifyingly, that you are right. There are strangers in your house.
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Dom!DabiHawks x sub!Reader; Rape/Noncon; Home Invasion; Hostage Situation; Fear Play; Edge Play; Knife Play; Gun Play; Degradation; Spitting; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Sensory Play; Bondage; Forced Orgasms; Cum Play; Orgasm Denial + Control; Daddy Kink; BDSM; Spanking; Unprotected PIV + Anal Sex; Oral + Analingus; Fingering; Forced Deepthroat; Marking; Bruising; Breeding Kink; Double Penetration; Creampie + Throatpie; Facials; Plot-Twist Ending
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer’s Note: I’ve had this idea for a looooong ass time & figured there’d be no time to write it like now for spooky szn! I hope y’all enjoy & PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNING (T/W). -Jazz
T/W: THIS ONE SHOT CONTAINS CONSENSUAL FEAR PLAY, ELEMENTS OF R*PE & NONCON AS WELL AS OTHER FRIGHTENING SITUATIONS. AFTERCARE IS INCLUDED IN THIS VERSION.
BAD ENDING HERE!
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You’ve never been happier to see the clock switch to 7 PM than you are one late autumn Friday night.
You sigh in relief at the front desk near the elevators where you are posted most of your day unless you’re running across the building to different departments or fetching coffee from the lobby’s bistro. You stand with your bag, phone, and trench coat in tow, already having clocked out on your phone.
You are pretty much the only employee to go home from the talent agency you work at besides your boss, security guards, and the sanitary workers who will be here until closing. You have been working at the popular agency downtown as an administrative assistant for three years to the handsome businessman Keigo Takami. You pass him now as you head to your shared department. His office sits on the far left of the polished office with cream-colored walls and wide cubicles for each worker.
You walk to his gorgeous, spacious office and knock on the open door instead of the glass windows to not be rude. He sits behind his desk and immediately picks his head up when he hears you. “I’m headed out now, Mr. Takami!” You call. “Have a good night!”
The handsome blonde sits behind his mahogany desk, his MacBook Air open, and a file in his lap. “Shit, is it 7 already?” He asks, looking at his watch. “I must’ve dozen for a minute.” He stretches, giving you a view of the way his arms and pecs strain against his button-down while his muscular thigh shakes in his gray slacks.
“Thanks again for staying, Y/N, and don’t ever do that again,” he says, winking at you with those crimson eyes that seem to make all the women swoon. “You sure you’ll be okay gettin’ home? It’s a dark night.”
It has been getting darker earlier and earlier since the summer ended and fall made her grand appearance. However, the blocks you take are well-lit and populated when you do happen to walk home, but usually, your boyfriend comes to pick you up. Since he is at work late today, you’re walking. “I live literally ten minutes from here. I’ll be okay.” You give him your boss a reassuring smile and a wave. “See you on Monday!”
Though Keigo still looks worried, he bids you farewell while he takes a bite from the Chinese takeout that you picked up for him earlier. You didn’t mind and you didn’t mind staying late either. A kind and considerate boss like Keigo makes it worth it.
After heading down to the lobby, sliding your employee security card across the desk to sign out, and saying goodnight to the guards, you venture out into the crisp autumn night. The streets are busy and a nice chilly breeze rustles the air. Perfect night for movies with your boyfriend.
As if sensing that you were thinking about him, his ID “Future Hubby” pops up along with his handsome face, black hair, and ocean blue eyes. His burn scars and tattoos do nothing to take away his sexiness. You answer immediately, already heading in the direction of home. “Hello?”
“Hey, baby,” your boyfriend of four years says tiredly. “You got off work?” You feel your stomach flip excitedly and chills tingle up and down your spine at the sound of Touya’s familiar, deep, raspy voice.
“Hey, I’ve been calling you all day,” you say. “Were you real busy today?” You can hear the exhaustion in Touya’s voice. “Yeah, m’sorry, doll. The shop’s been fuckin’ hectic and I didn’t get a chance to call you back.”
Touya, one of the sons of his estranged police chief father Eji Todoroki, is a well-known tattoo artist who owns a shop on the West side, basically half an hour from where you work. He is big with celebrities and online influencers who come to his shop for ink and piercings.
And with his creativity, which is extremely sexy to you, he is never out of business. “No, it’s fine, baby,” you softly respond. “I was just worried.”
His chuckle makes your body feel tingly. “Worry ‘bout yourself, doll. Did you get home yet?” You put the phone between your neck and shoulder blade as you hurried put your coat on and tie it closed against the autumn chill. “No, I just left the building and headed there now. You’re not home yet?”
Touya defeatedly and exhaustively sighs, which is a definite no. “No,” he huffs. “I don’t think I’ll be getting out of here until later tonight, baby, at least until maybe 11. We’re so backed up over here, it’s crazy.” You hear the sound of buzzing ink guns and rock music in the background, indicating that it is, indeed, a crazy, busy night.
“Oh,” you sigh, disappointment blooming in you. “So no movie night?” You were hoping to have a night with your man streaming Netflix and pretending to watch movies while he puts you in every single sex position until dawn. It’s been a while since you’ve had those chill nights with just the two of you due to your busy schedule.
You were also hoping to perhaps finally use the leather ropes he had bought a week ago to “spice things up” in the bedroom. You and Touya were already adventurous, but there are many kinky things you have yet to have tried to bring you closer together…or told him.
Though you know your boyfriend is the kinkiest man you’ve ever met, the kind to spank, choke, and tease you, there are certain “interests” you have that you’re afraid even he would hesitate about.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he somberly says. “We have all weekend together though and we can pretend to watch whatever movie ya want while I put your ass in the mattress.” You shiver at the naughty little promise. “What an apology,” you giggle.
“Listen, you sure you’ll be okay?” he asks, concern in his tone. “I know you’re a big girl and all, but the streets at this time of night are just…” He doesn’t finish. You know he means not safe, but doesn’t want to frighten you.
“Touya, I walk this way all the time,” you sigh. “I’m fine! I’ll let you know when I get in the house, okay? Just don’t torture yourself…that’s my job.”
A naughty smirk crosses your lips as Touya hums in your ear. “In that dress you put on this mornin’? You sure as fuck are doin’ a good job.” You were hoping so much that he would be the one to take it off of you if not fuck you in it tonight. “What about your boss? He didn’t offer you a dick— I mean, car ride?”
You roll your eyes. This man swears that Keigo is out to get you all for himself. Sure, he is a gorgeous man—as a woman, you can see and admit that. Admittedly, you’ve had some not-so-appropriate fantasies about you squished between him and Touya naked, but nothing beyond imagination. “Stop it, Touya,” you criticize him. “He’s my boss and he’s not out to take me from you. You know that.”
Touya gives a throaty laugh just as you hear a bell ring in the background. “If you say so…shit, my next appointment is here, but they can wait.” You begin to head towards home, walking away from your work building. “No, go and tend to your customers. I love you.”
”I love you too, baby,” Touya says, and as usual, those three little words make you swoon. Touya isn’t much of an affectionate guy to others but to you? It’s a whole other story. You just adore him. “See you at home.”
With a smile and a kissing sound, you hang up the phone and place it in your coat pocket along with your keys and pepper spray. You’ve never had to use it in all the time you’ve been working in the city and you hope you never do. You feel comfortable walking your route having done it many times before. You even listen to music as you walk, the sound of your playlist accompanying you as your boots click along the pavement.
All is well. All is good…until you get to the middle point of your route and find a big yellow “Road Work Ahead” sign. The streets are destroyed and men in hard hats are working hard shoveling concrete, ruining your walk. “Dammit,” you huff. There is no way you can make it home on your regular route now.
Taking out your phone, you stand protectively by the nearest building you see and type in your and Touya’s address. Google Maps, as usual, comes through with a shortcut for you. You listen to the automated voice in your AirPod directing you to turn around back where you came and take a left turn. You do so and suddenly, the sounds of the city fall away as you come to an alleyway.
It is a dark, wide one between a hotel building and a restaurant with two green dumpsters and a sewer shield steaming at the end. The end towards your destination. All it takes is just a couple of steps yet you continue to stand at the entrance to the pitch-dark alleyway. Not even one light from a window lights your way towards the finish line.
It shouldn’t be a big deal. Google Maps says that this is the correct way. Plus, people walk through alleys all of the time! Why is this so different for you?
But even as you try to rationalize it, something just feels…off. You can’t explain the way your feet stick to the ground and refuse to move as you stare into the eerily dark alley like it’s the open jaws of a monster out of a storybook. You half expect one to leap out at you.
But you’re only six minutes away from home! You can’t let your paranoia get the better of you. “Fuck it,” you huff. You flick on your flashlight to light your way and begin to walk through the alley.
Maybe it’s just you, but the chill you had standing at the threshold of the alley builds as you walk. The feeling of a specific “wrongness” increases with each step you make, causing you to shift into fight or flight mode. Your footsteps are careful. You keep a hand on your pepper spray. Your eyes are alert, flicking this way and that.
You are aware that you are preparing for a danger that probably isn’t even here, but your body reacts like it is here…close by you…staring at you through the darkness…or right behind you…ready to strike at any second…
Clatter, clatter.
You nearly drop your AirPod out of your ear as you gasp, your heart jumping in your chest. Your stomach turns and your hair stands straight on end as you turn around. Nothing stirs. Not even a single trash bag. You squint through the darkness, flashing your cell phone over the dumpsters. “Hello?” you shakily call. “Is someone there?”
No answer. But you do see the slightest shadow behind one of the dumpsters. You quickly cast the flashlight on it, washing the little mouse there in blinding light. He scurries away, indicating that it was just him making the noise and not a stranger lurking in the darkness. You sigh, but your heart still pounds a mile a minute. “You’re losin’ it, bitch,” you tell yourself. “You’re just paranoid.”
You continue your tentative walk through the alley, humming to yourself to ease your nerves. But try as you may, you still get the gnawing feeling that someone is following you. You sense a strange presence that creates goose pimples on your neck and a cool sweat to break out on your forehead. But instead of turning around, you walk quicker, your footsteps brisk and fast.
Finally, you make it to the end of the alley and the city opens back up to you again. You look down at your map and sure enough, you’re still on the right path. “Oh, thank God,” you whisper and begin to resume your walk home…but that feeling of being watched and stalked follows you all the way to your and Touya’s shared house.
You practically jab your key in the lock and yank the door open before tossing yourself inside to safety. You turn and lock the door, putting the Ring alarm system on for good measure. ”Honey, I’m home!” you call to the empty home.
It is dark, the curtains drawn and the lights shut. It is as you and Touya leave your house every morning before leaving for work. However, you’re so used to him coming home before you, bringing the house to life with lights and the spicy smell of curry. It feels cold coming home to an empty house…
And…quite unsettling. Or maybe that’s just the stupid paranoia you’re feeling. Even when Miku, your and Touya’s little white dog, comes up to you happily barking, you still feel odd. “Hey, baby girl,” you coo, petting the dog’s soft fur. “You want a snacky snack?” The dog’s ears immediately perk up and she scurried to the kitchen.
Quickly, you take off your shoes, dig your phone out of your pocket, and toss your coat aside. Time for decompression and self-care. You walk to the kitchen in your pretty work dress that hugs your soft, cubby form and pantyhose, the reminder to send Touya a text in the back of your mind.
After feeding Miku some of her favorite mini milk bone treats, you help yourself to the bottle of Moscato in the fridge. You take a wine glass and pour yourself some, joy filling you at the mere sight of the white wine.
As soon as you take a sip of the crisp wine, your cell phone rings. Taking the glass with you, you quickly walk back to the living room and check the caller ID, expecting Touya. But an unknown number stares back at you. You’re confused but you answer anyway, expecting a robo-call or a scam. “Hello?” you ask, putting on your professional voice.
You get no answer. Actually, don’t get any sound whatsoever. There is just…silence.
“Hellooo?” you sing, confused. You turn the volume up to hear the person better. You even look at the phone to make sure you didn’t accidentally hang up. And then, you hear it. It is faint and you almost miss it, but it’s there: faint breathing on the other end.
Freaked out, you quickly hang up, place the phone on the couch, and scowl at the call. “Weirdo,” you scoff. Must’ve been some freak trying to get his rocks off to a pretty girl’s voice.
You walk back to the kitchen to score the fridge for some leftover curry from last night, but your phone rings again. You groan and walk back to answer the call, once again finding an unknown caller ID. “Hello?” you answer, albeit irritated.
“Hi, is this Mina?” a deep, gravelly voice asks. It takes you off guard for a moment, making chills roll down your spine. “Touya?” You whisper, unsure.
“Sorry, who?” He asks. No, this voice is too deep and scratchy…though Touya does sound like he smokes a pack a day. “Sorry, do I have the wrong number? I was looking for a coworker, Mina Brown.”
You blink, snapping out of it. “Uh…no, sorry, there’s no Mina here.” The voice sighs, sounding disappointed and embarrassed. “I’m sorry miss, for the mistake. I had a date with this girl tonight and must’ve dialed the wrong number. I think she must’ve stood me up.”
There is a certain way the stranger curls his voice around each word, drawing you to them. Despite his unknown identity, his voice is quite attractive. And he sounds kind. “Oh, well, I’m sorry to hear that,” you say, genuine and sweet. “I’d take a message if I knew her.”
The man chuckles, the sound stirring something in you. “Well, ain’t that sweet of you. It’s a shame you’re not my coworker, but I’m sure I’d intimidate you.” He chuckles again, the sound oh-so-sexy and dark. It gives you a familiar shiver that only your Touya can do. You smirk, realizing that your Touya is on the phone.
You play into his little game of cat and mouse, knowing that he is a man for the chase. You are also a woman of excitement. “Oh?” You purr into the phone, plopping down on the couch. “How so?”
“Well, you just sound too sweet,” he explains. “You sound small too.” You laugh incredulously, playing with your pointed, painted nails. “I sound small? How?”
He laughs as if he knows a secret that he doesn’t intend to tell you. “I can just tell. I don’t think you could handle a guy like me, let alone two of some motherfuckers like me.”
You quirk an eyebrow, wondering where he’s going with this. “Two?” you quip. “Mmm, maybe, maybe not. I’m a girl of secrets.”
“Oh, are you?” There is a slight hint of a smirk in Touya’s voice when he asks you this, making your panties tighter than usual. “Would you want to tell them to me over dinner tonight?”
“But I thought you had a date with this Mina girl,” you giggle. “But you wouldn’t dare cheat on me, would you, Touya? Are you comin’ home to me soon?”
The line is suddenly silent and you believe he hung up. “Hello?” you ask, your heart suddenly jumping. “Touya? You there?”
“You wanna know how I know you’re a small girl?” he suddenly asks in his raspy, baritone voice. You don’t reply, your throat suddenly parched. “Because I can see you. And I told you before, love: I’m not Touya.”
The world suddenly freezes and your body is on high alert. You rise from the couch and look toward the curtain-drawn windows. Suddenly, you feel exposed. “Okay,” you carefully reply. “So who is this?” The line cuts and all you get is beeping that makes your skin roil. “Hello?” you shakily ask. Nothing.
Tossing your cell aside on the couch, you stalk to the curtains and carefully pull them back. The blinds are down, shielding you from the world as they always are when you leave the house. You and Touya wouldn’t have it any other way. But…could there possibly be someone out there who saw you go in the house? Someone you don’t know?
You reach out two shaky fingers to peel back one of the blinds, but the sharp sound of your home telephone ringing stops you. A cry of fear escapes you and you place a hand on your pounding heart. The house phone rings in the kitchen, shrill and horrible given the circumstances. You stalk towards it and answer, fury pumping in you. “Listen, stop fuckin’ callin’ here or I’ll—“
“Uh…sorry, this is an order for Touya Todoroki from Amazon,” the voice carefully says. This one is softer and silkier with a slight hint of a rasp in it. “I’m right outside with the package. I had called Mr. Todoroki, but he didn’t answer, so I called his house number.”
Your racing mind slowly processes the stranger’s words. “Oh, you sigh, relieved. Amazon is known for making late orders. “Well, can’t you just leave it on the step?” You shoot a wary look at the door.
“Unfortunately, no, ma’am,” the man replies. “Our new protocol calls for the person who ordered or someone in the household to sign for it because of the trend of stolen packages lately.” You never heard of such a protocol, but then again, he is right about the package stealing. Though the idea of opening your door scares you, it is only for a couple of seconds. “Okay, I’m coming.”
Begrudgingly, you walk to the front door, turn off the Ring, and open the door a crack. You expect to see an Amazon driver in their uniform outside, but you see no one. Nothing but trees swaying in the breeze and an empty street. “Um…where are you?” you sternly ask. “What is this, some kind of joke?”
The man hums, the sound giving you goosebumps. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he dreamily sighs. “You just look so damn cute from this angle.”
Instantly, you slam the door shut and lock it. “Fuck you,” you scoff. “Don’t ever call here again, you creep!”
“Don’t hang up,” he demands, but you cut him off by pressing the button to end the call.
As soon as you do, you hear something clatter in the kitchen, like a pan falling. You let out a yelp and drop your phone on the floor. You stare from the living room into the kitchen, refusing to move from your spot. Everything is still, but the anxious feeling in your stomach remains.
“H-Hello?” you call. “Miku, is that you?” You expect to hear your little dog let out a bark at the sound of her name, but you hear nothing. Not even the sound of her claws clicking against the floor.
Instead of a little white dog, what you’re met with is a man. He suddenly appears in front of you from the kitchen, stepping out like he owns the home he is intruding in. He is dressed all in black—black jeans, a black sweatshirt, black boots, and a black ski mask where you can only see his eyes. They are crimson and sharp like a hawk’s. “No,” he replies. “I put him out back to piss.”
You freeze, your entire body turning into a block of ice. You can’t move. You can’t even speak. The stranger’s eyes squint as he smiles at you. “My, you’re much finer up close.” His voice is silky and slightly muffled by the mask, but you recognize it as the Amazon worker you just spoke with. “Who are you?” you demand. “H-How’d you get in here?”
The stranger raises his shoulders and then drops them, passive. “You just weren’t quick enough lockin’ that door, baby girl,” he sighs. “We slipped right through when you got home earlier.” You blink at him, confused. We?
Suddenly, an arm wraps around you from the back, and cool metal presses against your throat. “Boo,” a voice whispers in your ear. It is gravelly and deep, frighteningly familiar. It’s the same voice you spoke to earlier thinking it was Touya. ‘Oh, my God,’ you think. How did they get in here?
“Don’t move or this knife is goin’ through that neck,” the second stranger demands. “I’d rather not do that before I get the chance to kiss it.” He, too, is wearing a ski mask as he presses his face into your hair and inhales your scent. He smells of cigarette smoke, the scent invading your nostrils.
“Oh, God,” you shakily whisper. “Please don’t hurt me.” The first stranger chuckles, arms behind his back as he walks toward you. “Oh, but girls like you like to be hurt. We can tell, can’t we, D?”
The second stranger nods, tightening his hold on you. “Mmm,” he hums in agreement. “That ass is beggin’ to be abused in that dress.” He presses himself against you from behind, giving you a feel of his bulge. You gasp, realizing with horror that he is hard.
The first stranger is too. You can tell by the bulge outlined by his jeans. “Oh, where are my manners? I’m Hawks and this is my partner, Dabi, who is just as crazy of a motherfucker as me.”
“Hawks is also the same guy you rudely hung up on earlier after he told you not to,” Dabi growls into your ear. He presses the knife a little more into your throat, giving you just a bite of the sharp blade.
You swallow, tears pricking your eyes. He chuckles, the sound making chills explode on your skin. “Such a feisty little bitch when a knife ain’t at ya throat.”
Hawks chuckles almost sinisterly, his hand resting at his pocket. He must have a weapon too. You can’t stop the tears from falling, your fear taking over. “You see, darlin’, we’ve been watchin’ you for a long time,” Hawks explains. “You think this is the first time we’ve seen you or that you’ve seen us?”
“We’ve had our eyes on you for a while,” Dabi adds. “We’ve watched you when you walked to work. When you got in your car to go wherever the fuck. When you’d be snuggled up with your man on the couch.” He laughs to himself. “Such a stupid little whore. You didn’t even realize it.”
“And now we’re here to finally take what we want,” Hawks purrs.
You’re horrified when you process their terrifying words. They’ve been watching you? No wonder they knew how to get in. They’ve probably studied you from the windows outside, followed you around to know your every move.
The idea that these two have been following close behind you, lurking in the shadows while you went about your life so obviously is like a horror movie to you. But for how long was this happening? And why didn’t you realize it sooner?
“What do you want?” you sob. “Money? You can have it! I-I have some cash in my wallet a-and I can give you my—“
Hawks and Dabi cut you off when they begin laughing. The sound takes you aback. “Oh, no, baby bird,” Hawks chuckles. “We don’t want your money. Believe me, we’ve got plenty of that.” He smirks, evident by his tone. “No, we want somethin’ more than that.”
Anyone else would recognize the predatory look that has appeared in his blood-colored irises, but you don’t. You’re too scared to think about anything but surviving. “T-Then take it!” you stammer. “You can have whatever you want! Anything!”
Hawks’ bushy, blonde brows raise. “Anything?” he suggestively asks. Instantly, you realize your very bad mistake. “Then what would you say if we said we wanted you and that body of yours?”
He waltzes up to you and raises one gloved hand to caress your cheek. “What would you think if we said we wanted to fuck that pretty mouth, that tight pussy, and maybe even that ass, hm?”
Your mind is moving in slow motion, every word too hard to process. “I-I…”
Dabi tightens his hold on you, making you gasp when you realize that your arms are caught under his hold. “Answer the goddamn question,” he growls in your ear. The knife feels like it’s going deeper into your throat. “I-I don’t know!” You sob, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me!”
Hawks coos to you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “Oh, but, baby, you want to be hurt. The pain that we’re gonna give you is gonna feel so, so good.” He nods at Dabi who releases you, now replaced by Hawks’ arms wrapping tightly around you and turning you to face his partner.
He is taller than Hawks, but you can see he is still packing muscle under his black T-shirt and jeans. He wears boots and a ski mask too where you can only see two ice-blue eyes intensely gazing at you from the opening. His face and arms are laced in burns, but inked tattoos rope his arms down to his gloved hands.
“And you’ll love it because we said so,” Hawks whispers in your ear. He smells of cologne and autumn leaves. “Now are you gonna be a good girl and do everything we say?”
Click.
“I wouldn’t want to use this if you don’t,” he says, his tone sickeningly soft and sweet despite the fact that he has a gun and is threatening to use it.
Shakingly, you nod and bite your wobbly lip to keep from crying. “Good girl,” he coos and presses a kiss to your cheek. “See? You’re already doin’ a great job for us.”
He nods at Dabi again and suddenly, you’re being hoisted over his partner’s broad shoulder and carried upstairs. "No, please!” you gasp. “Don’t!”
Smack!
The sharp sting of Dabi’s hand on your jiggly ass stuns you into silence. Shut the fuck up and don’t move,” he orders. “Or this hand is smackin’ that pretty face next.” Hopelessly, you quiet down except for some soft sobs that escape your body as you venture upstairs through the dark hallway.
Dabi and Hawks decide on yours and Touya’s shared bedroom, much to your dismay. Dabi kicks the door open, revealing the clean, dark, lavender-scented room and king-sized bed to ravage you on. “Get her inside and sit her on the bed. I’ll lock the door,” Hawks instructs.
He pauses, snickering to himself. “Not that she’ll be goin’ anywhere,” he chuckles.
You look up in time to see him rummaging through a bedroom drawer and retrieving your leather rope. ‘Oh, God,’ you think in horror. A sinking feeling of dread takes over you when you realize what they plan to do to you. Dabi tosses you onto the bed and flips you over onto your stomach, making you yelp. “Grab her arms,” he growls. “I’ll get her legs.”
He stands on one side of the bed while Hawks stands on the other. He tosses some rope to Dabi and both begin working to tie you up. You try to struggle as Dabi grabs your ankles, tying them together. “No, please!” You wail. “Please don’t do this! My boyfriend is coming—“
“He ain’t comin’, you lyin’ slut,” he snarls. “Now stop pissin’ me off or we’ll have to gag you.” Once again, you’re silenced as he works to tie your ankles. Hawks kneels on the bed to tie your wrists behind your back, restricting all movement.
Once they finish, they stand back and admire their handiwork. “Like a sexy little Christmas gift,” Hawks comments.
Dabi hums in agreement. “Now…let’s get these pretty clothes off of that little body.” Your hairs stand when you hear a switchblade open. Dabi begins by teasingly dragging the cold blade over your skin, from your neck to your shoulders. “What is that, baby doll?” He huskily asks.
You swallow hard, struggling to breathe through your fear. “A-A knife,” you shakily answer. Hawks applauds you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Good girl! Maybe you aren’t as stupid as we thought…though I do like my sluts a little dumb.”
Dabi chuckles sinisterly. “I do too. We’ll have to work in some trainin’, huh?” The tip of the blade glides up to the top of your dress.
Rrrrrrip.
You gasp, realizing that he’s cutting your designer dress off of your body. “No, no, please don’t! N-Not my dress!” Dabi doesn’t listen, still cutting away at the fabric as you plead and sob. You begin to scream, in fear that the knife could slip and slice you. In fear of what will happen next.
Suddenly, a hand shoots out to grab your hair and stuff your face into the bed. “STOP SCREAMING!” Dabi screams, his raspy voice bouncing off of the walls. You do as he says, but your whimpering cannot be stopped.
Hawks’ grows harder from the sound, his hard bulge in your face. “Aw, listen to the little slut, Dabi,” he tuts. “She sounds so cute beggin’ like that. I can’t wait to hear all of that beggin’ and pleadin’ while she bounces on my cock.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Dabi growls. She’s loud as fuck anyway.” Finally, the dress is ripped off of you, leaving you in only your panties and stockings. “Lace?” He asks humorously. He pulls back the elastic waistband and snaps it back against your skin.
“No bra?!” Hawks guffaws. “Oooh, you’re just beggin’ to be fucked, baby girl. I bet you walk around in shit like this all the time at work, don’tcha, slut?”
Sniffling, you shake your head. You’re not a greedy little slut like that. You just like to look pretty.
“Uh-huh,” Hawks replies, tsking. “You little liar. You’re just hopin’ someone will take you aside, lift up your tight dress, and fuck you over a desk, right?” He takes two fingers and uses them to lift your chin up to look up at him, distracting you from Dabi cutting your panties off of you.
“N-No,” you whimper, but Dabi stuffs your own panties in your mouth before you can finish. You yelp as your mouth is suddenly stuffed in cotton and the taste of you. He chuckles at the sight of you now. “That’s muuuch better.”
Hawks thoughtfully taps a finger to his chin. “Something is missing though….right! I’ve got it!”
You watch him take something out of his pocket: a satin blindfold. Oh, no. “Hold still, baby,” he chuckles before putting the blindfold over your eyes. You are now in total darkness and totally at the mercy of these strange men.
Why does the idea of that make you feel so horny? It’s sick. It’s disgusting. You feel like a depraved, deviant little whore even feeling this way, but you’ve never been wetter in your entire life!
“God, that’s hot!” Hawks groans. “Seein’ her like this is makin’ me so fuckin’ hard. I’m sure you’ve got the same issue, D.” You suddenly feel his bulge hot and hard against your lips. “You feel that, little bitch? That’s aaall because of you.”
Another hard cock presses against your ass as Dabi cuts off your bra. Now you are completely exposed. Tears soak your blindfold from your old tears as the cool air hits your skin pimpled in goosebumps. You whimper as you feel the cold blade of Dabi’s knife press against your skin.
“Ya feel that?” He whispers. You nod as carefully as you can. “Careful, doll. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, plus this carpet looks expensive. I doubt you can get blood out of it.”
His hand laces through your hair and wrenches your head back. You grunt at the sharp pain exploding from your scalp. “So if you even think of tryin’ somethin’ funny when we ungag you, you won’t like what happens next.”
Suddenly, you feel two naked fingers probing your entrance, swirling around your slit. “I doubt that, D!” Hawks laughs. “Look at how wet her pussy is! She loves this shit!”
More fingers invade your pussy, making you whine in protest through your panty gag. Dabi hums pleasantly at the sight of your glistening, wet cunt. “Oh, you devious little girl. This is gettin’ you off? You kinky little bitch.”
He gives your pussy a harsh smack, making you jump which makes him laugh. “Let’s give this kinky little bitch what she needs, D,” Hawks suggests, his voice filled with lust. You feel his hand in your hair, stroking the burning area from Dabi’s yanking.
“You gonna listen to everythin’ we say?” He softly asks, but there is an underlayer of seriousness there. You know better than to say no.
So when he takes the gag out of your mouth, you say what they expect of you: “Yes,” you whimper.
Smack!
Another harsh slap to your cunt makes you whine in pain from the sharp sting. “That’s 'yes, sirs,’” Hawks corrects you. “Or Daddies. You get to choose tonight, baby! Consider that our reward to you. Now try again.”
You swallow hard, your throat dry and thick from crying. “Yes, sirs,” you whisper. “I promise I’ll listen.” You’ll have to if you want to see your boyfriend again.
Your answer pleases your two assailants and they begin to strip for you. Your ears perk and your stomach roils at the sound of fabric rustling, belt buckles loosening, and zippers coming down. You know what will come next for you and there is no escaping it. Suddenly, something warm, soft, and wet presses against your bottom lip, running indecently across your mouth.
You feel something else slapping against your cheek, hard and warm. It doesn’t take all of your brain power to realize that they are cocks in your face. “Feel that, mama?” Hawks teasingly asks. “Are these cocks nice and big? Think you can take both of ‘em?”
He presses his head against your soft lips, forcing you to give it a kiss. ”Oh, I’m sure you can. You know how to handle a big dick, right?”
“Get her to kneel,” Dabi gruffly demands. I’m goin’ first.” Both men hoist you up and force you onto your knees like a puppet on strings, controlling your every move. You have no choice but to follow. With your ankles and wrists tied and your eyesight still cut off, you’re helpless.
“Open your fuckin’ mouth,” Dabi orders. You do so, your plump lips wobbling and your tongue out the way Touya likes. Maybe Dabi will like it too. He gives you your answer when he taps his cock head against your tongue, giving you a taste of his dick piercing. He then sinks his cock deep inside your mouth, filling it to the brim with his thick, veiny shaft.
You nearly choke, taken aback at all of that dick. He slips in so far that his balls touch your chin and you have to breathe through your nostrils so you don’t choke. “Take me deep, mama,” he growls. “C’mon, open that throat. Don’t piss me off.” His hand grasps your hair, giving him leverage as he begins to roughly fuck your throat like it’s a fleshlight.
Grunts and moans leave Dabi’s mouth as he pounds your throat, pulling your head back and forth onto his length. It is quite difficult to suck dick without using your hands, so you’re forced to take every inch of him despite your gagging and the choking, wet sounds leaving your throat.
Hawks watches on, stroking himself as he does. You can hear him do so, his soft moans drifting to your ears. “So obedient,” he sighs. “And so wet. You were just aching for this kinda treatment, weren’t you?”
Finally, Dabi releases you, taking his long dick out of your mouth. You suck in a deep breath, swallowing your own spit and his pre-cum even though most drips down your chin.
“My turn,” Hawks whispers, taking hold of your head. “Brace yourself, baby bird, ‘cause I won’t be nice.” He slides in with a moan, filling you up just as much as Dabi did.
Hawks is thicker than Dabi—you can tell by how he stretches out your throat as he fucks it, slamming in and out, in and out. “Shit, that throat is tight!” He moans, gripping your hair. Your throat protests from the constant, unwanted stimulation, making you gag and wheeze.
“Don’t take too long,” Dabi impatiently growls. “I want to fuck it some more too.” His hand grips your throat, unintentionally massaging Hawks’ cock while he is balls deep inside of it. “And you’d better not use no teeth,” he growls.
Hawks finally finishes his turn and you’re passed off to Dabi again. At this point, your jaw aches and your entire face feels sticky, but you don’t refuse him. “Oh, look at that face!” Hawks cackles. “All that spit, all that drippin’ makeup…baby bird, you look a sexy little mess.” He dreamily sighs, wiping at your cheek. “I wish you could use yourself. Actually…”
The blindfold suddenly moves off of your eyes, the dark veil lifted. The duo only stripped from the waist down, revealing only their feet, thick, muscular thighs, and hard dicks. Now, with your eyes open, you can finally see what your assailants’ cocks look like.
Hawks has tanner skin with muscular legs sinewy blonde hair and a toned, bare stomach leading down to a thick, uncut cock. Dabi slides himself out of your mouth to give you a view of his cock—he is long, curved, and piercing at the base and tip. His thighs are paler and his stomach is coated in fine hair and tattoos.
He shoves himself back in again, making your eyes tear, while Hawks nods at your open closet door where your mirror is. ”Lucky us that you have a mirror,” he chuckles. “Look at us fuckin’ your throat and don’t you dare look away. Look at that dumb little slut takin’ all of that cock like a big girl.”
You do as he says and watch yourself, seeing how Dabi controls your head and your mouth as he fucks it stupid. Your makeup is a wreck, all of your lipstick smudged, your chubby cheeks tear-stained, and your mascara running.
You are so focused on the broken, used girl staring back at you in the mirror that you accidentally graze Dabi with your teeth. He grunts in pain and flinches, glaring at you. ”Bitch,” he growls, “I said no teeth.”
His hand grips your chin as his other hand strikes you across the face. “I-I’m sorry!” you sob. “I won’t do it again!”
Hawks steps in, tutting. “Cut her some slack, D. I was distractin’ her.” He begins to lovingly stroke your burning cheek. “Don’t worry, baby bird. I’ll make it all better after you take more of my cock, okay?”
“Please—“ But your sentence is cut off by another dick sliding down your throat. Hawks groans as he roughly fucks your sloppy, tight little throat while Dabi strokes his dick in your face, forcing you to keep looking at the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he demands. “Look at how good you’re bein’ for us. Keep it up, doll, and we won’t be so hard on you.”
He leans in, his lips at your ear. “But you love that shit, don’t you?” You realize with fresh tears that maybe you do. “She’s such a good little cocksucker, ain’t she?” Hawks moans. “Maybe this is what she gets up to at work…just the little office slut who gets paid to suck and fuck.”
They continue to take turns using and abusing your throat until finally, they get sick of it. You cough and wheeze, finally able to breathe as spit and pre-drip down your chin. But this isn’t the end–the duo’s predatory, menacing gazes tell you that.
“Get her on the fuckin’ bed,” Dabi growls. “I need to be inside that body now.”
Your body tenses in fear, realizing that what they intend to do to you is soon coming to fruition. “Hold your horses, D!” Hawks laughs as he ties the blindfold around your eyes again. “We’ve gotta get the bitch ready for us first. Those tight little holes need some affection.”
He and Dabi hoist you up and force you into position–face down, ass up. Hawks presses his mouth to your ear along with the cold barrel of a gun to your lips. “Don’t move while we do this. If you do, you won’t enjoy what happens next. Understand?”
Your bottom lip wobbles furiously feeling the gun press in it. “Yes, sir,” you whisper, your voice raw from the constant throatfucking. Hawks kisses your cheek. “Good girl. Now what hole do you wanna taste, Dabi?”
You feel Dabi’s rough, ringed fingers palm your ass. “Just as long as I get to fuck one, I don’t care. Just remember who’s got the best tongue here.”
Hawks scoffs and rolls his scarlet eyes behind his mask. “You say that just because of that piercing. But we’ll see whose tongue she likes best.”
Dabi gives your ass a smack, the rings making your skin burn more. “Spread ‘em, baby doll,” he growls. You do as he wants and he spreads your asscheeks apart. His hot breath on both of your holes makes your body buck.
But nothing makes you shake like the cold metal you suddenly feel on your pussy. “W-What is that?” you gasp. It’s definitely not a toy or a knife.
“Nothin’ you need to worry about,” Hawks replies. “...If you do as we say.” He continues to rub your pussy with the unknown object, teasing your clit. The cold metal against your hot, sensitive bud makes you whimper and moan, your thighs struggling to hold still.
Especially when Dabi begins to kiss, bite, lick, and suck on your ass. Hawks laughs, taking the object away. “Who knew a gun would make such a great sex toy, hm? You’re wetter than you were before!” You’ve never been so relieved to feel a pair of fingers before as he begins to toy with your pussy like it’s his.
Suddenly, Hawks takes his digits away and a tongue replaces them. It is hot, wet, and long yet the tip is slightly cold against your hot skin, indicating Dabi’s piercing. His tongue slithers along your cunt, slurping up every drop of your wetness. You hate how good it feels.
“O-Oh!” you gasp against his mouth. Hawks palms your ass this time, watching in enjoyment as Dabi eats your gushing pussy. “That’s it, baby bird,” he coos. “Just relax and be a good little doll for him.”
Dabi hums appreciatively at your taste, his pussy-eating becoming more feral and hungry. His tongue flicks so quickly against your clit that you can barely focus on your breathing. Just as his tongue enters you, Hawks’ thumb enters your asshole.
You gasp at the sensation, feeling stuffed to the brim. He hums pleasantly at your reaction and at your hole squeezing around his thumb slick with his saliva. “Fuck, you’re so tight here, mama,” he hisses. “I can only imagine how you’ll take a dick in this little hole.”
He pulls his thumb out and replaces it with his tongue, following Dani’s quick, merciless tongue strokes. You moan and whine into the bed, your body feeling like it’s going to explode from the immense pleasure despite it being forced upon you. “A-Ah, fuck!” you sob. “Oh, fuck, please! Please slow down! I-I can’t—“
Smack!
A hand slaps you hard on your soft, fat ass. “Quiet,” Dabi snaps. “You’re gonna take what we fuckin’ give you. Dumb whores like you don’t get a say.” Hawks pulls away from your ass, a string of saliva on his bottom lip. “And if you wanna cum, I suggest you listen, baby girl…or do you not wanna cum?”
Instantly, Dabi pauses and just like that, the euphoric feeling is stripped away from you. “No, no, don’t stop!” you beg, delirious from pleasure. “Please don’t stop! Make me cum, please!” You need to cum. Your mind will break if you don’t.
Satisfied, the duo continues to bring you to orgasm, their tongues and jaws moving at a furious pace. “Keep begging,” Dabi demands. “Tell us you’re ours.”
You’ll tell them whatever they want at this point. Anything to reach that peak. “I-I’m yours!” you cry, tears soaking your blindfold. “I’m all yours! Ah, f-fuck, I’m cumming!”
With a broken moan, your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave and you orgasm all over yourself and your assailants’ tongues. They moan, deep and low, in appreciation for your taste and greedily slurp up each ounce of cum.
They lick at your holes until you become overstimulated. Your loud moans of release fade into soft, broken whimpers and hiccups as the pleasure becomes absolute agony. Finally, Dabi pulls away from your pussy. “Look at this mess you made,” he tsks. “Now you have to clean it all up.”
His hand grasps your chin and forces you to kiss him, your lips smashing against his. His pierced tongue swirls with yours, forcing you to taste yourself off of him.
Hawks snatches you away to do the same, making you taste the cum that slipped down your asscrack. You gasp into the rough, sloppy kiss, feeling overstimulated everywhere. “I think those holes are slick enough for us now,” he huskily whispers. “You wanna flip a coin, D?”
Dabi grunts in disagreement. “Nah. I get her pussy. We already discussed that.” He grabs you and positions you into his desired position: on his lap in cowgirl. With your arms and legs still tied, he has to hold you up and position his cock between your thighs. When you feel his hard, throbbing shaft push against your asscheeks, doom roils in your stomach. You know what’s coming next.
“Please,” you beg. “You don’t have to do this.”
You know it’s useless though. There is no escaping this. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, doll,” Dabi whispers. “You said you can handle guys like us, right? Well, here’s your chance to prove it.”
Finally, he lifts his hips up and pushes himself deep inside of you. You gasp as your cunt stretches around him, your back arching instantly into him.
Dabi palms one of your tits, taking one of your hard nipples into his fingers. “Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispers. “Just take it.” As he pinches one of your nipples, he begins to thrust his cock up inside of you in deep, long, fast strokes like a jackhammer. Pleasure and pain mingle, creating an intoxicating cocktail. Your breaths come out in huffs and moans as Dabi bounces you like a bunny on his cock, making you take every inch of him.
“Fuck!” he groans. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for this.” He grips your ass so hard that he’ll leave bruises. “Nasty little bitch. Tell Daddy you love this shit.” He leans in, latching his lips and teeth onto your neck with every intention of leaving a hickey. You whine in response, too cock drunk to answer. Your body aches from the restraints and your pussy quivers with every mindblowing thrust.
“Tell me you love it when I fuck you,” Dabi growls. “Tell me you love bein’ our little slut. TELL ME!”
His hand wraps around your throat, giving you a threatening squeeze. “I love it!” you practically scream. “I love being your little slut, I promise!”
Dabi laughs, the sound dark and menacing among the slapping of his thighs and balls against you. “Yeah, you do,” Hawks chuckles. He suddenly appears behind you and you feel his cock slap against your plump ass. “And you’ll love this too…or not. I really don’t give a fuck, but you are gonna cum whether you want to or not.”
He pushes you forward into Dabi’s hard chest who forcefully holds you down as your ass is presented to Hawks. His cock gently probes your asshole, slick and ready. “Now open up for me, baby bird.”
“Wait, wait!” you protest, but it’s too late. Hawks pushes and your body seizes as your asshole forcefully stretches around Hawks’ cock. You cry out at the burning sensation, feeling like you’re a balloon that is being pumped with too much air.
“Shit!” Hawks swears, gripping your hips. “Such a tight little hole you’ve got, baby. What, your man don’t fuck you here?” He, too, begins to thrust his hips into your hole, forcing you to open up for him with every thrust.
You are a gasping, whimpering mess, your holes stuffed to the brim. “Ah, ah, fuck, i-it’s too much! Oh, God, stop! It hurts!”
You begin to squirm, trying in vain to escape them, but Hawks holds you down. “Uh-uh, don’t you fuckin’ run from me,” he threateningly growls. “You’re gonna take both of our cocks like a good girl. I could’ve damn well stuck my gun in your tight little ass instead, so be grateful that it’s my dick.”
He takes your chin in his hand, wrenching your head back despite you crying out in pain. “Just relax, baby bird,” he coos in your ear. “Just let us use your body. You’ve got no say in it, so you might as well let it happen.”
Soon, they begin to fuck you in unison, one pushing in while the other pulls out and slams into you again. Your holes tighten and clench around their cocks, protesting the rough stimulation, but they don’t stop. They push and pull you into their bodies, using you as if you’re no more than a ragdoll.
“This is what you wanted, baby doll,” Dabi grunts. “So this is what you fuckin’ get. Fuck her harder, Hawks. I wanna see this slut cum over and over again for us.”
Hawks obliges, putting his entire body into pounding into your tight hole with Dabi jackhammers up into you. The bedsprings creaks furiously from their movements and the room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans, and the squelching of your pussy.
Your voice is the loudest… evidently, too loud because Hawks puts your panties back in your mouth. “Sorry, babes, but you were too loud,” he chuckles. “Your moans are so pretty, but Daddy needs his eardrums.”
Dabi grips your throat, making you look at him despite your blindfold. “I can’t wait to fill this pussy up,” he moans. “Can’t wait to give you these babies. And you’re gonna love it, aren’t you?” You whine in protest, making him cackle. “Your pussy feels like it will. Hawks, take that shit off of her. I wanna see her eyes when she cums.”
Panting and moaning, Hawks takes the blindfold off of you, allowing you to see. Two ice blue eyes stare deep into your soul, Dabi’s face the only covered thing on him. “You’re gonna remember this forever,” he growls. “We’ll make sure of it.”
“We’re gonna fuckin’ ruin you, baby!” Hawks laughs, his thrusts speeding up with Dabi. “Now cum for us. Be a good little slut for us, mkay?”
Your orgasm builds and builds and builds until it comes tumbling down over you. Dabi’s cock and pelvis rubbing your clit and abusing your G-spot over and over again triggers you to climax. With a moan of anguish at cumming from a cock that isn’t your boyfriend’s, you gush all over Dabi’s cock, screaming around the panty gag.
The two men furiously chase their highs, fucking your holes in tandem, until they finally explode inside of you with matching grunts of release.
You gasp as feel their nut gush into your holes and drip down your thighs. You are so filled that the two fresh loads gush out of you, staining the bed. They even pull out to cum on your tits and ass, completely coating you in their scent until your skin is sticky and wet with their spunk. When the fog of your orgasm fades, you are left with nothing but exhaustion. Overcome with it, you collapse against Dabi’s chest.
With a soft moan, Hawks slowly pulls out of your ass despite your hiss at the sting. “Damn, man, she is fucked up,” he chuckles. “We really did a number on her.”
Dabi stays inside of you, keeping his cum plugged inside of your pussy. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “Our job here is done then,” he sighs.
“Touya,” you gasp through ragged breaths. “Please.”
Immediately, the two men look at you in joint concern, their roles as Dabi and Hawks, the ruthless, merciless, toxic men who broke into your house and took you by force, dropping immediately.
Touya snatches off his mask, revealing his face and white hair. “What is it, baby?” he softly asks. “What do you need?” He cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours for an answer. Water,” you whisper.
Keigo takes off his mask and jumps off of the bed naked. “I’ll get it,” he announces and hurries to the bathroom to get a glass for you. Touya gently lays you down on the bed and unties your wrists and ankles, rubbing the kinks out of them and easing the burning sensation from them with some oil. He then cuddles you to him, his arms secure and warm.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he shushes you. “You did so well for us, doll. You’re such a good girlfriend to me.” Your body melts into his the more you breathe in the fruity smell of the massage oil and his scent of cigarette smoke. You still feel tired, but not used or broken. You still have your man and he loves you.
Even pretending to be a home invader and roughing you up alongside your boss cannot change that. It is all proof of that. You don’t know anyone else who would agree to this dark, sexual fantasy but Touya…except for Keigo, of course. He comes back with your glass of water and hands it to Touya.“She okay?” he worriedly asks.
Your boyfriend nods, handing you the glass. “Yeah, just sub dropping. She’ll be fine in a few.” He gently tilts the glass to your lips, coaxing you to sip. “Just drink your water, babe. Don’t leave a single drop.” You do as he says and open your lips to sip the cool, steady stream of water as if you are a baby bird being fed.
When you finish, you feel much better. “Thatta girl,” Touya praises, gently kissing you. “Now lay down and relax. You’re okay. We’re the only ones here.” He lays you down in the middle of his and Keigo’s bodies, the moonlight shining over you and them. “Well, I hope she had fun,” Keigo laughs lightly. “I certainly did.”
Touya laughs with him, their deep, sexy laughs filling you with a warm, tingly sensation. “Oh, I know she did,” your man states. Because you did. “Thanks again for agreein’ to this, man.”
Keigo tuts, his hand gently stroking down your backside. “How could I refuse fucking the brains of my cute little assistant out of her head? And bringing her kinky little fantasy to life, no less.”
Touya smirks, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Betcha didn’t think you had such a freaky little slut workin’ for ya.” You shiver at the degrading words falling from his lips. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, Touya,” Keigo smirkingly replies. “I always knew, but a home invasion is somethin’ else!”
His hand travels farther down to caress your hips, his touch gentle and loving. “You’ve got a good girl to call your own,” he whispers, his crimson eyes staring at you in adoration.
Touya chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Oh, I know and she’s my good girl,” he purrs. “Aren’t you, doll?” You whimper tiredly in response, but a small smile crosses your lips. All is well. All is safe.
THE END.
#black fanfic writer#smutty smut#my works#black coded reader#bnha smut#dabi x black!reader#hawks x black!reader#dabihawks#touya todoroki#keigo aka my husband#daddy dabi#chubby reader#plus sized reader
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My Hero movie fit & spoils. 💕
#☆.rei chats#the movie was SOOOO good!!#my husband and bestie and I all wore Bakugo merch together while her husband had a Toga shirt to break the pattern lol#we truly became a BakuSquad#bones really stepped up their game from the last movie#Some of the best Bakugo & Todoroki scenes tbh#they really let them pop off#10/10 recommend to go see it if you can :)
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#tdbkdk#izuku midoriya#shoto todoroki#bakugo katuski#post canon#they are husbands and they have a cat#katsuki is telling shoto to get out of the kitchen with the cat when hes trying to cook#shoto is not listening and instead swaying while saying baby baby baby oh baby baby baby to the cat#izuku passing out and them just working around him is so real to me#let that man schnooze for a second#he needs it#the calendar is a photoshoot izuku did and they make fun of him for it wooowwwww
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missing the husbands so bad
#i know they’re toxic#but i could not give less of a fuck#long live the husbands#boku no hero academia#keigo takami#dabi#touya todoroki#mha#my hero academia#mha hawks#mha dabi#mha touya todoroki#takami keigo#todoroki touya
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he really is that guy !!
#ew my art#bnha#mha#todoroki touya#dabi#artists on tumblr#digital art#touya todoroki#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#DABI DANCE DABI DANCE DABI DANCE DABI DANC#shitpost probably#i just want everyone to know my husband looked over my shoulder as i was drawing this#i was mortified#i couldnt stop laughing because he was so confused#i showed him and he still didnt completely get it so i pretty much died of embarrassment#i hope it was worth it#yall better blow this up
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I tried resizing this a million times to Tumblr’s recommended specifications, and it just refuses to post clear, so sorry it’s blurry. =‘)
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#skylldraws#Yesterday i was walking my dog and one of the lesbians that live around the block approached me#She was looking for her dog that escaped her yard#I told her I’d keep a look out and i actually did find the dog several minutes later and got it back into her yard#Closed the fence and told her wife and all was good#Then i went to the movies and got dinner with my husband to celebrate our anniversary#Came home and found out someone tried to assassinate trump#Then I said “wow” and proceeded to draw gay anime shit#I guess what I’m saying is I had a fairly eventful day yesterday#Nothing like rescuing lesbians celebrating love and living through a historical event all in one day#Anyway#here are the boys#Izu is learning a lesson about negative self talk#Sometimes it makes other people feel bad!#Tddk#tododeku#bnha#todoroki x midoriya#shouto x izuku#tddk fanart#todoizu#todoroki x deku#tdiz#Izushou#bnha fantasy au#quirkless midoriya izuku#tddk comic#Tododeku comic
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Could you make a Yandere Enji Todoroki?
YANDERE ENJI TODOROKI X READER
🔥he either saved you or you were a hero and that’s how he met you . At first he didn’t care about you but when he kept bumping into you then he started to take notice of you.
🔥he will get spies to go and find out what you like and then he would buy it in bulk just so he can leave it outside your door. The gifts he leaves won’t say it’s from him instead it’s from ‘your secret admirer’.
🔥will get people who work with him to go scout you out so you work for him. If you decline he will make your life a living hell until you agree to the job because you need the money. If you agree then it’s like everything is perfect.
🔥he doesn’t really make you work much , often you will question the work that he signs to you. For instance make him lunch and dinner do his laundry. House wife/husband stuff.
🔥will tell fuyumi about you and his other children if he sees them . He invites you to dinner regularly almost as if he is testing out what you would be like as a spouse.
🔥even if his children don’t like you he will love you .
🔥your practically his sugar baby like anything you want or need you just have to ask and it’s there for you . Of course his generosity comes with a price most likely intimate touches and acts of service does the trick.
🔥he gets jealous so easy it’s honestly scary but he doesn’t just blame it on the person he also thinks you had a part in it.
🔥once he gets to help use of a person he will lose it and will force you to marry him.
🔥it’s not a terrible life really … you just have to stay home so what he says no matter what and never leave .
🔥whatever you do don’t make him angry he will quite literally burn you . And after when he calms down he just says it was him putting his claim on you and putting you in your place.
🔥rivials he doesn’t really worry about unless they are all might . Usually his rivals just get told they have been fired from there job or they disappear…
🔥if all mights his rival he shoves it in his face that he is married to you and not even can be number one with you since your his perfect spouse.
🔥makes you wear his merch on his days off, he enjoys it because he feels like he has marked you in another way.
🔥as for family he already has four kids but he really once a child with you . He doesn’t care about the kids quirk cause he has shoto . He just once to have proof of yours and his love.
Thank you for the request ❤️❤️
#yandere headcanons#yandere x reader#yandere family#yandere my hero academia#yandere enji todoroki#yandere husband#yandere#obssesive#obssessed#obsessive yandere#obsessed#obsessive love#yandere bnha headcanons#yandere mha#yandere bnha
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