#i also have dabi stuff on my desk

[touyanii]

i already posted my shrine, but i didn't post my itabag yet :3

[b3ach-bunn7]

DONT SMILE

Dabi is your unfairly attractive bandmate, and the two of you stay late in the studio to finish a song (and each other)

NSFW, BandAU, head on both ends if u get my drift

(Guys this is my first time writing smut plz be nice 🙏)

(Also song used in the fic + title is don’t smile by Sabrina c plz listen)

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The sound of Dabi absentmindedly plucking his bass fills the studio. He’s lounging across the couch, legs holding up the dark blue instrument as his fingers drag over the frets lazily. He’s wearing a vest, the white fabric stretched tight over his skin. The jeans he’s wearing are slung low on his hips, and you avert your eyes as he adjusts them, hips lifting from their place on the couch to drag them down.

You’re on the other end of the room, swinging back and forth on a desk chair. The room is hot. The studio was small, the same one your band, LOV, had started out in. Despite being more than popular enough to rent something bigger, there’s a weird obligation you all feel, too attached to where you started to ever leave. You and Dabi are supposed to be writing new songs,  working on stuff for the upcoming album, but you’re not bothered. You can’t think. As the lead singer, lyrics are usually your forte but you’ve got no energy for it. The others aren’t even here, and that only makes you want to work even less. That, and the fact that Dabi is an ample distraction.

He groans from the couch. You glance at him over your shoulder. He’s looking at you impatiently.

“Let’s go home. I’m sick of this shit.”

You sigh, leaning your head back on the chair. “No, we have to stay. We haven’t written anything in ages.”

“Uhm, speak for yourself. I have some things. Riffs.” He plays something small to demonstrate and you roll your eyes.

“And how is that any help without everyone else here? We need all instruments present to actually make a song.” 

Dabi huffs. He places the bass to the side, stretching. His arms reach above his head, shirt lifting up to reveal his happy trail and you sigh.

Of course Dabi is attractive. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. And yes, you also find his personality attractive. He was funny, that calm confidence he always spoke in, his flirty nature, it was all alluring. You’d see him dragging enough girls out the tour bus in the mornings to know you aren’t the only one who feels this way. Unfortunately though, the amount of women he’d been with, plus the fact it’s never a good idea to date a bandmate, means you keep your distance.

This doesn’t stop him from flirting with you at every available second. You’d like to say that you’re immune to it, but that unfaltering attention from Dabi isn’t something you think you could ever get used to.

“What about you? You got any lyrics down?” He asks. 

You frown. You walk over to him, nudging his legs over. You sit next to him and he leans over your shoulder to read the scribbled notes you’d been writing the past couple hours. You huff, pushing his leg further away from yours. It’s currently pressed flush against yours, and his thigh is warm. He’s always so warm.

“Can you stop manspreading?” You mumble, pushing his leg away.

“Aw, you know you love it.” He grins, leaning even closer, eyes never leaving your notes. 

You roll your eyes, but you don’t do much to fight the close proximity. His hand reaches up to stabilise the paper and his fingertips brush the back of your hand. 

“Mediocre.” 

You gape. “Mediocre? I’d like to see you write any better.” You snatch the paper from him and he shrugs.

“It's not bad. It’s just too sappy. Nobody believes that romantic shit is actually real.” He says. 

You bite your lip, thinking. Dabi’s criticism is enough to have you doubting the whole song, and you groan. “Why did you have to say that? Now I hate it.”

“Good.”

You knock his side with your elbow and he tuts. 

“You asked.”

“I didn’t.” You go to elbow him again but he grabs it before you can. You think you can feel the callouses on the tips of his fingers as his hand touches your bare skin. You shrug him off. 

“You asked to see, but I didn’t ask for any feedback.” You say.

Dabi sits up slightly. He tilts his head, strands of black hair dipping to the side. His eyes flit over you quickly.

“Well. We’re a team, no? Don’t you want my feedback?”

You lean your head against the back of the couch. “I guess.”

He reaches over to grab the paper again. “Good girl.”

You flush slightly. “Don’t call me that.”

“You love it.”

You decide it’s better for the both of you if you don’t answer that. You look at the vinyl hung up on the walls, the pictures of you guys at award shows. Anything to distract you from the man sitting next to you.

“I think you should flip it.”

You turn to him now, and he’s already looking up at you. “What?”

“You see like this line? ‘Don’t cry because it’s over baby smile because it happened?’ Swap it so it’s like, ‘Don’t smile because it happened baby, cry because it’s over’.” 

You furrow your brows. “That’s depressing as hell, though. It’s meant to be a love song.” 

“That’s love, though.” He slides the paper back into your hands. “Depressing as shit.”

You scoff. “What do you know about love?”

He grins then, so boyish and teasing. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yeah, that’s why I asked.”

He huffs a laugh. “Love is overrated. That’s what I know.”

You roll your eyes. “You sound stupid. This isn’t some Disney channel movie, love isn’t overrated.” 

“Hm. Agree to disagree.”

You quickly get up to grab a pen. You could sit further away, but you plant yourself right where you were before, and you ignore the knowing look Dabi gives you. “Okay, help me change the other lyrics then. Since this is now a hate song.”

Dabi laughs. “Not hate. Just not love either. A nice in between.”

“Hush. Okay, so this song is about. Well it’s about being okay with a breakup.”

“Is that the case for most people though? I mean, go the other way. Write a song about the pining, the feelings you can’t get over. Not being okay with a breakup.”

You always see Dabi at his most passionate when he’s talking about music. He spends most of his days lazy and indifferent, but now, his eyes shine brightly as he speaks, as animated as you see him get. You smile slightly, nodding.

“Okay. That sounds good. You have to help me though.” 

“God, if I have to.” 

The two of you sit for the next few minutes, squabbling and disagreeing half the time. You think the songs too negative and Dabi assures you it’s not.

“I mean, it’s all about the singer being in love with someone she doesn’t have. This line, ‘I want you to miss me’ or this one, about ‘thinking about me when you hold her’. It’s depressing, no?”

“But that’s what relationships are like.”

You slump back. You’re now cross legged on the couch, Dabi the same, the two of you conferring over the sheets of paper in front of you. There’s ink on your fingertips from writing and you tap the pen on your chin.

“Not necessarily. Not always.”

Dabi shrugs. “Definitely not always. But we can write about when it is. We’ve got plenty of love songs, but. We don’t have many focusing on this.”

“What’s this?”

Dabi paused for a second. It’s silent for a second too long, and you look up at him to see he’s already looking at you. There’s an expression on his face you don’t recognise. You smile slightly, confused, and it seems to jog him out of his silence.

“That longing. Wanting something, someone, so badly and not being able to have them. The pain of it.” 

He speaks softly, his voice nearly a whisper just between the two of you. You notice suddenly, the proximity between the two of you. If you just lean forward a few inches, you’d be touching. 

“You really think a relationship should be that hard? That painful?”

“No one writes good songs about the ones that come easy.”

You laugh softly. You scratch your chin. “Okay. That’s good, then. Let’s finish the rest.”

The two of you sit there, working away. You’ve never really been this alone with Dabi, not this late at night. There’s no windows in the studio, but you know from time and the fact sleep aches under your skin that it’s late. Somehow, you end up  closer. Dabi reaches over to write something and your hands brush, you stretch and your arms touch. Both of you are desperately trying to get in contact just once, just for a second. After what feel like forever you throw your pen to the floor.

“God. I’m done. I’m tired.” You suddenly say.

“Yeah, I think we’re done here.” Dabi speaks through a yawn, dropping the papers on the coffee table in front of him. 

You curl up on the couch, propping your head against Dabi’s shoulder. “You know when the next rehearsal is?” He asks.

Dabi scratches at the scruff on his chin and you think for a second. “Two days, I’m pretty sure” 

Dabi curses softly under his breath. “I don’t think I can make it.”

“Uh, why not?”

“I’m busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Doing who, more like.”

You sit up. “Who?”

Dabi grins. He brings his arms up to rest on the back of the couch. “You jealous, baby?”

“I’m not jealous of your little groupies.” You scoff. 

Dabi barks out a laugh. “Groupies? The fuck are you talking about?”

It’s your turn to laugh. “Oh, come on! Last tour you brought one back like, every night.”

“They wanted autographs!”

“Fuck off!” You laugh. “Those were very vocal autographs. You do realise the tour bus walls are very thin?” There’d been nights when you’d felt like you were in the room with them. 

“Aw, if you wanted to get involved all you had to do was ask.” Dabi pouts, his voice teasing.

“Shut up, you pervert. You wish.”

“I do wish.” 

“Degenerate.”

He reaches a hand up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You freeze slightly and when he moves his hand away you turn, knowing the bright lights won’t hide the red on your face.

“Didn’t mean to be so loud. They can’t help it, you know. Not when I’m there.”

You scoff. “Right. Is that where you learnt all about love?”

“You could say. I know they loved it.”

It was no secret that Dabi slept around. You’d all been victim to the girls he took to bed, screaming his name late into the night when you’d all be trying to sleep after a show. Yeah, you’d had sex before, but it had never been like that. Didn’t have you yelling the way they did. It did make you wonder, some nights.

But you’re not going to let him know that. Your face twists in disgust. “Gross. I don’t need to know that.”

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

Dabi sighs. He sits up slightly. “Shame. I’d show you such a good time if you’d let me.”

And that has you thinking.

Because there he goes again, flirting and saying such suggestive things. You never play along because you always argue that he’s just joking. He doesn’t mean it. And you could shut it down right now. Really. One shove of his shoulder, one excuse that you’re tired and he’s being gross would have him backing off.

But Dabi is looking at you under impossibly long lashes, impossibly blue eyes trailing over your body, before they land back on your face.  He’s looking at you like he’s not joking anymore, and the part of you that wants to scream like those girls did has you meeting his gaze with competition. 

“Really?”

If he looks shocked at your reply, he doesn’t show it. He just inches closer. “Of course. You know I’d treat you right. If you’d let me.” 

You're a breath away from each other. You’re not sure how, but you’re both sitting up again, face to face. You can smell the cigarette smoke that always seems to linger around him, the too strong cologne that never manages to hide it. This close you can see freckles on his face, so light you don’t think you ever would’ve noticed them otherwise. You want to reach out and touch them but you’re frozen. Waiting.

The both of you are silent. You let it linger, wait for him to make the next move. 

“You’re gorgeous. Do you know that? I’m always watching you on stage. When you’re singing. Can’t get enough of you.”

He reaches a hand up. A hand rests on your shoulder, right against your pulse. His fingers curl up against your face, trailing down your cheek.

“And those groupies you were talking about? Fuck, I wish it was you. Wish it was you I was making scream on my tongue, do you know that?” 

You don’t say anything. You don’t think you could if you tried. Dabi smiles.

“You know you do this thing. When we’re working. You always bite on the end of the pen.” 

His fingers trail over your lips. His thumb rubs at your chin. 

“Drives me fucking crazy.”

Your breath hitches as his hand curls around your neck with more purpose.

“I’m gonna kiss you now. That okay?”

You nod.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes, yes it’s okay-“

Your words are breathless and desperate but no more desperate than Dabi is when he pulls you forward, crashes his lips against yours. He makes a sound, almost whining as he curls a hand in your hair. And it’s like everything you always thought it would be, as fast and as hot as you’d imagined. The hand on your neck reaches down, dipping under your shirt and pulling it over your head. You’re only in your bra, and you feel shy suddenly. Because you’re not the prettiest girl he’s ever met, you know that. Your arms curl around your body and he pulls away for just one second to shake his head, breathing heavily. His hands pull your arms away, grabbing both your wrists in one.

“Don’t do that, baby. I wanna see you.” He murmurs.

He kisses down your neck. His lips suck marks into your skin, and you should tell him to stop because people will see it all tomorrow but you want him to mark you up. You want him to see them tomorrow, see them at rehearsals and remember it was him who put them there.

He licks at your pulse and he pulls back. He reaches behind and with one hand, unclips your bra. The ease in which he does it should alarm you slightly, but then he continues down, and his hands on your breasts is enough to render any thoughts in your head useless. He grabs them both and he groans.

“These tits. So soft, so beautiful.” He whispers the words into your skin like they’re not even meant for you.

He pinches your left nipple before sucking it into your mouth. You whine, hands reaching up into his hair, tugging at his shirt. Because you suddenly feel horribly underdressed compared to him, shirtless as he moves to give attention to your other nipple. He tugs his shirt up quickly, and you let your hands travel up his torso. You feel the lean muscle under his arms, trace the scars across his body. He lets go suddenly. 

“Come on, baby. Take these off.” He tugs at your jeans and you quickly slips them off. His hands slips your underwear away as well, throwing them to the side. 

Dabi moves quickly into the floor until he’s kneeling in front of you, arms resting on your legs as he spreads your thighs apart.

“Dabi? What- What are you doing?”

“You call me Touya when I make you come on my tongue, you hear me?”

You curse, breath hitching as he kisses the soft skin of your thighs, fingers rubbing up and down the side of your hip. “It’s okay. You don’t- You don’t have to.”

Dabi, or Touya now, looks confused. He tilts his head slightly, lips red and kissed out, hair mussed from where you had been grabbing it. “Have to? I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for so long, baby, you don’t even know.” 

He looks at you with so much want in his eyes. He bites softly into your thigh and you squeal, and he grins. 

“If it was up to me, I’d sit you on my face and eat you out until you can’t speak, but. We’re on a time crunch here.” 

He presses a chaste kiss to your clit and you shudder. Two fingers reach and part your folds and Dabi makes a low sound in the back of his throat.

“So wet. Is this all for me?”

“Touya, stop teasing.” You huff, squirming in your place.

Touya drags his fingers down, face so close you can feel his breaths. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please, Touya.” You grit out, sitting up in your elbows to glare down at him.

“Please what?”

“Please-“ Your cheeks flush red because he’s not even looking at you. His eyes are focused between your legs like he’s seen heaven between them.

“Please, make me cum, you prick.” You say with a shiver.

And it’s that tiny shiver that seems to set him off because he’s suddenly kissing and sucking at your lips, tongue digging inside your pussy and tracing circles around your clit. Your hips rock forward as you moan, and he holds you down easily so he can continue.

You have been eaten out a few times before. It never felt like something to enjoy, the boyfriend or hookup always doing it to get something over with, to tick a box. But what makes your toes curl, what makes you inch that much closer to cumming, is the fact that Dabi is eating you like a man starved. He’s groaning, eyes fluttering shut as he takes slow, purposeful mouthfuls of your pussy like he’s doing it for him and not you. 

“Taste so good. You been hiding this from me?”

“Touya- fuck.” You grab his hair and tug, and he moans.

“Yeah, good girl. Do that again.” 

You comply, his name a ramble on your lips as your hips buck again. Your core aches and you voice reaches an embarrassingly high pitch as he kisses your clit again. It takes an embarrassingly short time for you to reach the edge. “Da-Touya, I’m, I’m close,” you breathe, hands clutching at the couch beneath you.

Touya detaches himself from you, eyes glancing up at you. “Yeah? You’re close?”

You nod, whine caught in your throat. Your hips jolt forward as he begins trailing slow circles over your clit with his finger. You whine at the slow contact.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes. Yes, Touya, please.” You breathe.

“You wanna cum on my tongue, baby?” He whispers and you keen, hand reaching down to tug at his hair again, trying to drag him closer.

“Fucking- Touya, I’ll do it myself if I have to.” 

He laughs at that, quickly returning his attention back between your legs. It’s embarrassingly loud as he sucks at your clit, two fingers reaching inside you to press against that spot that has you moaning his name once more. 

“Good girl, so fucking pretty cumming all over my face.” He groans.

And then you cum, and Touya easily holds your hips down as they shake, his own grinding into the floor beneath him, and he takes you through an orgasm that racks through your body. You think you might pass out from the pleasure that crashes over you so suddenly. His hands grab at your chest, your neck, and when he kisses you again you can taste yourself on his tongue.

He smiles at you again, this time more elated, a wild look in his eyes. 

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” It takes you a minute before you can reply. You do so but gesturing him up in his feet.

“Here. Come, get up.” You speak suddenly, still breathing heavily.  

Touya looks confused for a second. You drag him up onto the couch, and your eyes trail down, to the obvious bluge in his trousers. And he looks big judging by it, and you think you’re already ready to get off again.

“Your turn. Come on, take these off.” You tap your fingers on his jeans and take his place on the floor.

“God, you know just what to say to a man.”

“Shut up.” 

He uses one hand to unbuckle his belt and he’s just showing off now, you know, but it’s hot and he knows it is. He pulls his jeans down his legs and you let them pool at his feet. And when you pull his cock out it’s long and thick, you find the source of all his arrogance. He catches you looking and he huffs a laugh. His breath hitches as you slide your fingers up the side, tongue reaching out to lick at the tip, hard and leaking precum.

“You know, you always, fuck, you always deny it, sweetheart, but look at you.” He groans as you lick a stripe up his cock. “On your knees for me.” 

“I always imagined taking you right here, in the studio, bending you over this couch and fucking you until you’re screaming nothing but my name, squirming and begging on my dick.” Your thighs clench and he sees it, a nasty smirk on his face as you take him into your mouth.

“You want that too, angel? Want me to make you scream so loudly everyone comes in and, shit, sees you cumming on my cock? You want that?” 

You don’t say anything, can’t, because he fills your mouth so full that you couldn’t speak if you wanted to. His hand reaches into you hair, guiding your head up and down his dick, low moans and grunts leaving his mouth. He’s so vocal, you realise, an endlesss stream of barely coherent praise leaving his mouth as you use yours.

“Fuck, yeah sweetheart, fuck.” His hips buck into your mouth and you nearly choke.

“Come on, I know you can take it. Good girl, good fucking girl.” He groans, pulling your head down further.

Your eyes flutter shut and Touya reaches down with his free hand to brush the tears that fall down your cheeks. You grab into his thighs, nails digging into his skin.

“Taking me so well, baby. Always so fucking mouthy. So pretty when you use it right.” He breathed heavily, jerking into your mouth again.

He starts fucking into your mouth, and you swipe your tongue underneath his dick, the vein that runs down it and he stutters, breathy curses leaving his lips.

“Gonna cum, fuck.” 

Your name slips past his lips in tandem as he bucks into your mouth one last time. Your mouth fills and you swallow, and he pats your cheek as you look back up at him, gasping for breath you pull back. His chest heaves and his eyes are shining brightly again but for a very different reason. You trace the scratches you left on his thighs and he in turns rubs a finger on the hickeys that leave a telling trail down your body.

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i get so cringed out when i write smut but i wanted to do it so i powered through!!! plz give me any tips if u think its bad i greatly appreciate it. i also had noooo idea how to end this oneshot so i lowkey just stopped writing LMAO

anyway.... bass player dabi u live on in my heart kisses forever

[lunagojo]

Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time (Part 4!)

Full disclaimer about this part, this is a partial revision of the first part, I decided to go more in depth with the first few guys I did :) I will continue to revise the rest of the boys I did in the first part <3 Please enjoy!

Featured: Satoru Gojo, Dabi / Touya Todoroki, Giyuu Tomioka

Warnings: Dabi being a bit rude

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

Satoru Gojo

(love of my life <3)

“Y/NNNNNNNNN. Let’s go do sooommmeeethinnnnngggg. This is boooooring.” Satoru whined, reclining on your couch.

“You’re the one who decided to come over when you knew damn well I’m working on my thesis, Satoru.” You replied, brows furrowed in concentration as you typed away at your desk. The deadline for your paper was fast approaching and you were stressed, to say the least. That much Satoru could tell.

He stretched himself out, long limbs dangling off the sides of the plush sofa. “Why d’you need to do this stuff anyway? All it does is stress you out n’ keep you away from me.”

You had been friends with Satoru for years now, having met him back when you worked at a cake shop. You had commented on how his spending there would finance your whole university tuition, and it had gone from there.

He was handsome, of course. But also funny, endearing, and so unbearably annoying. But he did have a heart of gold, you had to admit, and a very blunt manner of speaking to say the least. He didn’t mince words when it came to people he didn’t like, and that was something that you admired. He spent so much money on you, too; you couldn’t understand why. Satoru insisted that he was merely giving you what you deserved, but some of the gifts had been of the more sentimental and intimate variety, like the custom made locket necklace he had made for you, when you had mentioned your grandmother had one just like it.

Suffice it to say, you had feelings for him, strong ones. But a small part of you had doubts, which would creep up just when you had mustered the strength to tell him. Satoru Gojo was a beautiful, strapping young man, perfect in nearly every way. How could he ever see you as anything more than a friend?

You snorted. “If I don’t get this in I’ll fail and I’ll have to repeat the whole year, and that’ll set me back. I need to make something of myself, Toru.”

He rolled off the couch and strolled over to your desk, placing his hands on your shoulders. “What if you took a break though? Just for tonight? C’mon, I miss you.”

You looked over your shoulder to see glimmering big blue eyes peering at you, a soft pout on Satoru’s lips. “You’re such a child,” You sighed, but relented for now. After all, he was here and he was doing nothing but distracting you. And a break did sound nice. “Fine. What do you wanna do?” You asked, resting back in your desk chair.

“Something fun.”

“Like…?”

“Iunno, let’s go out! Let’s see what’s playing at the theatre or if they got my favourite cake back in stock at the shop!” He pulled you out of your chair, grinning.

“Oh, of course.” You rolled your eyes, but you did enjoy seeing him smile. He was annoying as hell, but you had to admit…it was kinda cute. You stood, going to grab your keys. “Or, we could go stock up on snacks, find some dumb movies, come back here and stay up til 4 AM.” You suggested with a smile. Satoru’s smile widened and he grasped your hand eagerly.

“Yes! You’re a genius, Y/N! Let’s go!” He started to pull you toward the door.

“Hah, I love you, Satoru, you dork.”

He froze in place, looking back at you with huge eyes. “Wha?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You said you love me.”

“I did?” You looked confused.

“Yeah, you did.” He turned and smooshed your cheeks in his palms. “Do you mean it? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you? ‘Cause that would be beyond cruel, Y/N. I have a heart too, y’know!”

You chewed on your lip, heat rising in your face. You did love him. He was an idiot, but you didn’t want him to be anyone else’s idiot. Slowly you nodded, placing a hand over one of his.

His blue eyes softened and he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “Tell me again.” He murmured.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You replied in a whisper, your eyes half-lidded but still locked on his.

Without second thought his lips met yours and he kissed you tenderly, his fingers tucking through your hair. You swore you could hear his heart thudding in his chest. When he pulled away, hesitantly, he smiled and grabbed your hand again.

“Dunno if we’re gonna be watching all too much of the movies,” He said with a wiggle of his brows. “But we can still try, I’m a good multitasker.” He looked back at you, his grin widening. “And, in case it wasn’t obvious, Y/N, I love you, too. I always have.”

Dabi / Touya Todoroki

(I love him sm, he deserved so much better... :( )

You were busy doing your university homework when you heard a tap on your window. Yep, it was 3 AM, about that time. Without hesitation you got up and went to the window, sliding it open.

Hazy blue eyes met yours as booted feet landed on the floor. “Thought you were gonna leave me out here to fuckin’ freeze.” Dabi said, grumbling as he maneuvered his way in.

“I came here as soon as I heard you,” You argued back. Never a thank you from Dabi, even though he had been crashing at your place for the past six months. You both had met almost a year ago, when the League of Villains had crossed your path on your way home from work one night. Their leader, some guy with a hand on his face, wanted to kill you in case you were gonna narc on them, but for some reason, a couple of the others in the group had stopped him. Dabi wouldn't stop staring at you that night.

Since then he'd show up at your place every night around 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. He claimed it was because the cops and heroes would never suspect him to be hiding out in a random civilian's home, but you were somewhat suspicious of the validity of that. After all, he'd said it'd only be for a couple weeks and here you were six months later.

“Is your hot water back on again?” He asked casually, kicking off his boots. “I fuckin’ smell.”

“What kind of trouble did you get up to tonight?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. “You smell like a lawnmower.”

Dabi snorted. “None of your damn business, brat.” His words were harsh but his tone was almost tired. “Is it on again or not?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it's on. Washed the clothes you left the other night, too.”

Once again, not a thank you in sight as he went off to your bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You sighed. What were you doing? Why were you going to all this trouble for someone like him? You could just as easily lock your window and cut him off, but you didn't want to. A part of you felt that he needed someone to help him, be there for him. You could tell it was hard for him to show any sort of emotion other than gruff and bothered…and you could sense he had more pain and heartbreak than most people realized.

You went back to work on your homework, quietly writing away in your notebook. You tried to ignore the sound of the bathroom door opening and Dabi walking down the hallway.

Warm breath fanned across the back of your neck suddenly and you shivered in response.

“Why do you bother with this crap?” Dabi asked, leaning over your shoulder. He smelled like your body wash. You tried to hide the telltale blush growing on your face.

“Counter question. Why are you here, Dabi? It's been six months.”

“You know why, dumbass.”

You turned in your seat. “You're here every night now, you use my shower, sleep on my couch, eat my food, and I don't get any sort of appreciation or even a thank you. I'm harboring a fucking criminal in my apartment and you don't seem to be bothered.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Yknow I could ask the same of you. Why do you keep letting me in, then? Washing my clothes, too, getting me those snacks I told you I like…why do you fuckin seem to care so much?!”

“Because I'm in love with you!” You blurted suddenly, hands balled into fists.

Dabi stood there, stunned. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You really are nuts, then.”

You breathed out a laugh, tears stinging your eyes. Turning back to your work, you tried to focus on your writing again. “Just leave me alone, Dabi.”

“Nah, don't think I will.” A hand slid along your shoulder. “Put that shit away and look at me, for God's sake.”

With a heavy sigh, you did as he said, only to be met with rough lips on yours. A sound of surprise escaped your throat but you melted into the kiss, fingers finding Dabi's damp black hair.

“There's a million places I could hide out,” he said against your mouth. “But I keep coming back here. Something pulls me back every time. I've never felt what love is, brat, but when I think of what it must feel like, I think of you.”

Giyuu Tomioka

(T_T i just wanna hug him and give him the love he deserves)

You had never seen Giyuu smile in the time you had known him. You two were close friends, but time spent with the Water Hashira was quiet and tranquil. You knew it was just the way he was, and didn’t mind it, but you had begun to wonder if he ever smiled at all. In the time that you had known each other, you had formed a deep bond and understanding of one another. It took you a long time to realize that you had feelings for him, but you could never tell him. It would ruin everything you both already had.

You two were returning from a mission one night, battered and exhausted from the fight you had just endured, and were intent on finding some place to sleep for the night. Ubuyashiki’s mansion and the Butterfly Manor were too far away, so it seemed like the only option for you both was to find an inn to rest in for the night, and then you could return properly the next morning.

You both finally found a place to stay for the night, but the owner of the inn charged you two an exorbitant amount of yen to stay. Giyuu huffed and, irritated, paid the man, before leading the way to your room silently. He had been dead silent the whole time you had traveled back, and this time, you were worried. Normally he would ask if you were okay or if you needed anything, but this time he was quiet.

“…Are you serious?” Giyuu asked, to nobody in particular, when he opened the sliding door. Only one futon.

You looked over his shoulder at the room and sighed. You had been looking forward to just going to bed after the hell you two had been through.

Giyuu sighed and ran a callused hand over his face, his blue eyes narrowed.

You glanced at him. “…Giyuu…You take the futon, I can just…figure something else out.”

“No.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor after what we just went through. We’ll just have to…sleep together, I suppose.” He looked away quickly, a small blush on his face.

“Sleep together?”

“Not…not like that,” He replied quickly, his face turning from pink to full-blown red. “Just…just sleeping. Beside each other.”

“If you’re okay with that, Giyuu, then I am.” You offered him a small smile, momentarily placing a hand on his arm as you entered the room. He was incredibly tense.

You both bathed first, one at a time, then returned to the room. Giyuu had gone first, and when you came back, he was perched on the futon, his haori and Demon Slayer Corps uniform folded neatly on the floor with his nichirin sword laid atop. He still had his underclothes on, but his torso was bare. You paused, studying his bare back and the various scars that adorned his pale skin. Your heart hurt when you suddenly realized how much Giyuu must have been through. Was that why he was so quiet, and distanced himself from everyone else?

“You’re letting all the cold in,” Giyuu said suddenly, startling you.

“Oh. Right. Sorry…” You quickly shut the sliding door behind you, setting your own clothing down on the floor before crawling under the thick comforter and settling on the futon. It felt heavenly to finally rest your weary, sore muscles.

Giyuu watched you for a moment before following your lead, settling in beside you. His blue eyes scanned your face.

“…What?” You asked, “Did I miss a spot of dirt on my face or something?”

“No,” Giyuu replied, a small tinge of pink rising in his face.

“Giyuu…”

“I’m…going to sleep. Goodnight, Y/N.” He said quietly, starting to roll onto his other side, so he would be facing away from you. You caught him by the arm, however, stopping him.

“…Have you been doing okay, lately? You’re way quieter than usual…I’m getting a bit worried about you.” You told him, your eyes meeting his again.

The Water Hashira sighed, “…I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“Me?” You looked surprised. “Why?”

“…Because you terrify me.” He replied, and if you hadn’t seen the look on his face you would have thought he was joking.

“…Why?”

“It…doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to sleep, okay.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

Something came over you then. You didn’t know what it was, but you acted without really thinking it through first. Your hands cupped his face and you gently kissed him. It only lasted for a moment, but when you pulled away, Giyuu was looking at you with wide, stunned eyes.

His mouth moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. “Wha…”He finally gasped out. “Why’d you…”

“…Because I love you, Giyuu. And I didn’t want to say anything because I was worried that it would ruin everything, and I’m sorry if it has, I just couldn’t—” You were cut off by another kiss, one instigated by him this time.

You gazed at him in surprise.

“You terrify me,” Giyuu said, holding your face in his hands. “Because I feel things for you that have been foreign to me for so long. I was…too afraid to say anything.” His lips pulled into a small but genuine smile. The first smile you had ever seen from him.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

[dabislittlemouse]

Ok, so lately I've been listening to too much Peppers by Lana Del Rey and Tommy Genesis, so imagine that the chorus "hands on your knees Angelina Jolie" is playing in the background while reader and Dabi recreate the song, specifically that part, in such a way obscene and so aaa, If you don't mind, could you write something like this?

𝒫𝐸𝒫𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮

-Touya Todoroki x fem!reader ୨⍣୧

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ contains: SMUT- Minors do not interact, oral male receiving, praising, soft needy Touya loves dolling you up and ruining you 🦋

➳ A/N: I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH!!! I enjoyed writing this fic a lot, hopefully you like this. I decided to call him Touya in this fic.

➳ Song recommendation: Lana del Rey- Peppers

The faint smell of strawberry shampoo filled the room as you slowly walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your wet body. The chill air made you shiver for a bit as you sat down in front of the vanity mirror, looking at yourself. All fresh and clean, that long shower was really needed.

It was only you in the room, or better say, in Touya’s room, which had also become your room at this point. He let you move all of your stuff in his room, to the point he had to ask for another closet since you had so many clothes. It didn’t take long for Touya’s grimy room to turn full of life, your dainty clothes and accessories all over the place, on the table or chair. And he didn’t mind it one bit, having you in his room felt like a ray of sunshine, a smell of fresh air that filled his lungs and scent of nature. That’s how you were to him, he’d look at your enamored while you sat near the desk, doing your makeup and fixing your hair, looking like a dainty princess compared to his edgy dark looks. 

And today was the same, you sat there, carefully drying your hair with a towel and giving it some shape. You decided to go for wavy hair today, which was one of Touya’s favorite hairstyles on you. The vanilla scented candle sat on your desk, along with all your makeup brushes,lipstick and glitter. What you loved most was getting dolled up for your man, he’d always make you flustered with the way he’d be all over you, like a man who’d never seen a pretty woman before. Sometimes he’d also doll you up himself, fixing the ribbons on your hair, helping you wear your tights, choosing the perfect dress for you, putting the blue stoned necklace around your neck, the one he got for you as a constant reminder that you belong to him. 

The song playing in the background helped you concentrate even more on getting yourself ready. It was one of your favorite artists, Lana Del Rey, her music was an inspiration to you in all aspects, especially the way you dressed. You felt that melody and that lyrics deep in your core, as your love and dedication towards your beloved was beautifully described by those words knitted together to create such masterpiece of a song that you wanted to inject in your blood. Passion and love, utter addiction towards one another, that’s how your relationship was. He took care of you like no one ever did.

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“You’re my little girl, aren’t you? My good, pretty girl.. all mine” Touya whispered in your ear one day as he was braiding your hair, his lithe fingers skillfully going through each lock of hair as usual. You nodded, blushing at his words, stomach doing a flip at his possessiveness and praise. You wore a frilly white dress, diamond earrings that he’d taken for you, your thigh highs with two cute ribbons on each. The same song was playing in the background, and it was making you feel some type of way, especially from the fact that he was braiding your hair. A coincidence? Maybe. But now you had the need to act just like the song. 

~Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair..~

Oh, you had the need to please him again. Putting your hands on his knees, as you go down on him, tasting him. 

Touya hadn’t finished doing your hair when you turned at him, your face flushed and your eyes all big and needy, it took him by surprise.

“Baby, I still didn’t finish your hair..” he said, staring at you with a confused look on his face.

“I know Tou.. I just..” you licked your lips, putting your hands gently on his knees, your nails pretty and manicured, Touya chose  a cherry red color for them, always the sinful image of your fingers wrapped around his cock in mind. 

“I kind of love this song..” you whispered, as Touya payed attention to the lyrics. The corners of his mouth twitched as a shadow of a smile lurked on his face, and he stared down at you for a second longer, taking in every minuscule detail he could perceive about you. You shifted closer to him, getting between his legs as your hands stroked his thighs, shyly looking at his bulge forming in front of you. 

“That’s a nice song sweetheart. You wanna recreate it don’t ya? Tell me..use your words” his hand found your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. His stare was hypnotizing, those azure eyes could get you drenched without him touching you at all. 

“Yes..” you swallowed nervously, as he chuckled and squished your blushing cheeks together on his large hand. 

“And why is that?” he teased, knowing your answer too well but he still wanted to hear you say it with your own words. 

“Because I.. I want to give you pleasure Touya..” you bit your lip, and Touya could swear he felt the urge to grab that pretty mouth of yours and stuff it with his aching cock. Your shy voice saying his name, the way you looked up at him through your lashes, the way you smelled, the way you looked so angelic but your mind was full of dark and sinful desires, he loved that he turned you like this. So needy for him, addicted to him, just the way he wanted you to be. 

He leaned to give you a kiss on the forehead, his hands gently going through your half braided hair before he backed away. 

“Go on then, princess. Show me how you please your man~” he cooed, watching your delicate hands unbuckling his belt slowly. Touya was already rock hard and that gave you a tingle between your legs, especially with the way he was watching your every move. Carefully you lowered his pants, taking him in your hands, his cock was glistening with precum already, angry red tip begging to be sucked and licked, your small hand wrapping around his shaft made Touya hiss between his teeth. You were being agonizingly slow and careful with him as if he was going to break, but he let you do your thing. He loved seeing various emotions going visibly on your face, embarrasment, nervousness, lust, desire..

“Open that pretty mouth..” he asked before you tried to go down on him, making you stop. His fingers found your lips, smearing your red lipstick before opening your mouth and his thumb playing with your tongue.

“There you go.. put that tongue into good use. Just as I taught you, okay little love?”

“Yes” you breathed out, sticking out your tongue and swirling it on his sticky tip first, tasting the pearly precum leaking out of him. You heard the man let out a groan, which encouraged you to continue further, licking his shaft while your other hand fondled his balls gently.

“Shit, baby... f-fuck!” Touya moaned as you finally took him all in your mouth, trying your best to not gag on his cock that was hitting the back of your throat. The music was playing on repeat as your head bobbed up and down his cock, using your tongue as well and making his head spin. His hands found your hair once again, looking at the half done braids.

“F-fuck doll.. M’not sure if I can braid that pretty hair of yours again..aahh fuck- if you continue sucking me off like that~” he groaned, hips bucking up and slamming in your mouth. You were totally drunk in his cock, like it was the last meal on this earth, slurping and moaning and trying to get as much from him as you could. His half lidded eyes stared down at you as you made eye contact with him, which had your sloppy cunt clench on nothing.

 He was in bliss, his face flushed as he gave you a lustful needy look. A hand pressed on top of your head, pushing you down on him.

“Mmhm yeah.. choke on it a little, there you go. You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, my angel~” Touya whispered, as you sat there unmoving, his cock deep in your throat. You choked on him, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, ruining the mascara, but his firm hand continued to keep you there until you started whimpering. He let you go and watched you with an amused look on his face as you coughed and whined.

“Don’t wipe those tears off baby, let me see ‘em..” he said, licking a singular tear on your cheek before gently tapping his cock on your face, smearing your lipstick and mascara on your dumb pretty face, full of tears and drool. You looked up at him pleadingly, letting him use your face and mouth however he wanted. He shoved his cock right back in, his hands caressing your hair as you continued taking him in your mouth like your life depended on it, licking up the sides with your tongue, trying to go deeper when he added a little more pressure to the back of your head.

“That’s it baby, just like that, you wanna make me cum? Yeah? Right in that throat of yours.. fuck, you want it baby? Nnghh fuck-” he spoke as his breathing got heavier, eyes rolled at the back of his skull in pleasure while you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth. 

You moaned in response, letting him know just how eager you were to have your mouth full of his cum. With a few more thrusts of his hips  he came hard in your mouth, a low guttural groan left his throat as you gagged and choked on his seed, trying your best to not let a single drop go to waste.

“Fuck- good fucking girl. Take it, ahh- take it all, oh shit-” he moaned out, eyes crossed in pleasure as he struggled to even move. And you did, you took it all, he grabbed your chin to look at your mouth full of his cum.

“Swallow for me...”

And you swallowed, just as he taught you and Touya hummed in amusement before bringing you closer for a deep passionate kiss, feeling the taste of him in your mouth which drove him crazy. 

“You look even prettier like this dollface..” he smirked, looking at the ruined makeup on your face and your hair now a mess. He then focused his gaze on your frilly dress and clicked his tongue.

“I’d feel bad to ruin that lovely dress of yours.. so I’ll just have you ride me on it, that okay with you princess?” he said, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to sit on his warm lap.

“Yes Touya..” you mumbled shyly before he took you down to the bed with him, hands gripping at the plush of your soft thighs as he ravaged your neck and chest like a feral animal.

—-

As you got yourself all nice and pretty, butterflies formed at your stomach at the memories of that one day. Mostly for the fact that Touya will do it all over again once he comes back, beautifully ruin your makeup and hair. Now the dress you wore was a pretty blue one, his favorite color, while you waited in anticipation for your man’s arrival, more than excited to have him see how pretty you got yourself for him today. 

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[dancingbabya-notes]

Summer Mirrors 2

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Touya (Dabi) Todoroki x reader (Band AU)

You that thing some writers do where they write everything down and then start over again at the last minute? I did that because I hated it. By the way all of these aren't romantic if that makes sense

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You push past the crowd as you try to get to your practice space, it was nice going to an academy that specialized in different things, especially since you were learning to be a singer. The “school” taught everyone the basic information on their particular area of show business and what to do, music classes, writing classes, and group or individual study. Having trained professionals willing to teach everyone safe ways to navigate their particular path. You were learning to front a band, your group since you started at the academy was a lovely group and everyone got along great, but you knew that was a rare case.

Standing in your vocal class you bow trying not crash into the door as your body catches up to the sudden pause. “Sorry for my late arrival.”

“L/N, you’re not even late just get in here.” The new teacher shakes their head.

You find your seat and frown when Todoroki snickers, kicking him swiftly under the desk you turn away from him not even wanting to be bothered by him again. “Huh? You trying to act all cool and collected y/n?”

“Shut up Touya, some of us need to produce results.” You hiss keeping your eyes on the board. But it wouldn’t be long before it was time for practical use. Singing in front of everyone, working on range and within one’s range was the goal of the class.

“Right, right, sorry your highness.” He sasses as you click your tongue.

“Everyone has their water, right?”

A chorus of yeses fill the room before it was time. It would probably be ten minutes before the teacher got to them, so they stayed quiet. You did what was asked when it came time and received a quick nod, but when it was Touya’s turn, you blink. What’s wrong?

After the class finished you nudged him gently. “Hey, you got free period too, right?”

Nodding he fixes his bag over his shoulder.

“I know a cafe nearby that has really good tea.” You grab his hand lacing your fingers in his and yanking him along, the slight squeak of your shoe’s echoes down the hall despite the noise from everyone’s ambiance. “You sound way worse than yesterday, what the hell happened?”

Touya’s hand was larger than yours and his grip was firm, you didn’t miss the slight pull when he hesitated. “Nothing.”

“Look, I’m asking cause I’m worried. Your little brother is doing idol work isn’t he?” You tilt your head a bit confused. “That’s gotta be stressful.”

“He didn’t want it, the old man forced him.” He clicks his tongue.

“You mean like he forced you and Natsuo?” You hum, you only remembered because your parents also tried to get you to do it, well your dad. When your mother found out she nearly beat him half to death on the street, the public divorce wasn’t very fun.

He seemed to think for a moment. “We got into, my dad and I, Shoto should get to enjoy his life before everything you know.”

“You really care about him, that’s what I like about you.”

“My voice doesn’t sound worse.” Circling back to your comment he was probably hurt.

You shake your head. “It does and I thought I was gonna go insane trying to figure out why you were trying to trick the new coach.”

“They want me to growl, and I’m not built for that.” He shakes his head.

“Excuse me you’re perfect for it, just don’t blow out your chords alright? You promised to collab with us for the next assignment.” You stick out your tongue but this time he stopped.

His grip on your hand was still firm and you turn to look at him. “I’m gonna crash at your place.”

You nod. “Damn only one week of having the apartment to myself. Everyone else is staying at the school cause they wanna get stuff done.”

“Really? The dorms aren’t all at comfortable.” He shakes his head finally moving forward, you smile.

“Wait, how exactly are they trying to teach you how to growl that it’s fucking up your throat?” You nearly stop in your tracks but of course that had to be when the two of you were crossing the street, Touya tugs you across to the other side of the crosswalk.

He frowns as he shakes his head at you, you were used to being in situations around him but it could be what it was. Getting some warm tea and honey instead of focusing on the state of his voice you talked his ear off, many different things were changing when it came to your ensemble.

“Rin said that shes practically strumming in her sleep, practicing day and night to get this season’s project finished. I caught myself mumble singing the words recently and honestly I’m not even surprised, Tenko offered that we do a collaboration, what do you think?” You finally look at him the empty cup in his hands as he was staring through you or was it at you?

Waving your hand in his face you wait for him to blink before snapping back to reality. “‘s not a bad idea. Come on we gotta walk back to class.”

“I have music theory, I can only hear certain tones so much.” you complain throwing away your disposable cup, going toward the counter for a second time. “Um can I get some of that tea to go please?”

“Sure give me a moment.”

With your thermos filled with tea the walk back was a bit more of a sprint. Before breaking off to leave Touya at his creative writing class you slip the container into his bag.

At the end of the day you yawn not prepared for the night ahead of you, you didn’t have classes the next morning but you did have homework to finish and other things to do. Touya sits on the counter, he frowns holding the empty thermos.

“Stop treating me like a kid,” he sighs placing it in the container in the sink.

You smile as you pinch his cheek. “You know I do it because I like you, Dabi.”

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[peofun1]

Expensive Anime Plastic part 2: Two years later

now with 80% less cardboard as risers!

so I've had this as my pinned post for two years now, but it's pretty outdated at this point. my collection has grown a lot in the last two years, and I wanted to show it off! this is my blog and I'll make you look at my plastic toys if I want to >:D

this post is a full tour of my anime figure collection as of June 2024, which basically spans across my whole apartment these days. this is my 11th year in the hobby, so everything you see here was accumulated slowly over that time.

buckle up because this is REALLY long and picture-heavy. (also other collectors can find me on myfigurecollection(dot)net as peofun1, if you'd like~)

Alright, first up, the detolfs in the living room:

Some thoughts: the BNHA shelf will likely get rotated out pretty soon. I fell off the manga pretty hard a while ago, but I do still enjoy these figures... but when my Haikyuu Kotobukiya scales get here (all four of them 😩) I'll probably try to turn that into a Haikyuu shelf. Jirou, Shouto and maybe one Dabi can take the place of the Haikyuu Nendos on the left side

the Katamari Dipp figure is a custom by sixsculpts on instagram! (topshelf on MFC) they reached out to me when I mentioned I'll probably never get my hands on the F4F Dipp figure, and made the Dipp of my dreams for me 🥰 definitely check out their work if you like customs!

last thing -- I know the bottom left shelf is kind of a disaster. Ike and Alphen just REFUSE to play nice together, with the way they both have big capes and swords that stick out and bump things -_- if it helps, we're usually viewing these shelves at an angle from our couch, and Claude in the back is much more visible from there

as a little bonus, here's what one of these shelves USED to look like before I rotated out these figures:

I decided to pack away most of my League of Legends figures after they laid off my wife 😐 (and several good friends 😐) I may bring them back out once I have more room, but they currently live in the closet. and that's fine, for now.

Next up, my desk in the office:

I put away all my random stacks of MTG cards to take these pictures.

most of the figures here are blind box/prize figures that I won't be too sad about if they get dusty or attacked by the cats (though I do use some boxes to block them from the cats when I'm not in the room). the exceptions are the goth angel, who doesn't fit anywhere else, the light-up Futaba figure and the Cintiq girlie, who simply have to live with my computer and Cintiq tablet. themeing!

some of the pins/keychains/prints here are official, but a lot of them are fan-made merch! some of them are bonuses that came with zines I preordered (including the infamous showtime akeshu zine)

also, since you can see a few of them in the top pic, here's those plushies. I have way more plush than this, but these are the ones that currently live on my desk:

Moving on to the bedroom: ❗❗ Warning: this section contains figures that are NSFW ❗❗ I've censored one of them (because her bits are just OUT and I don't wanna to get smited) but there are a few that are ~spicy~ proceed with caution

(I promise we have books that aren't manga, they're just all on a different bookshelf in the living room!) this doubles as our manga shelf, obviously. we got back into collecting physical manga after moving to LA, since it's easy to make a trip to Kinokuniya and pick up new stuff! mixed in are some older volumes I recently rescued from my parents' house. I'm slooooowly trying to complete TRC, but it's hard to find it these days...

anyway this shelf is kind of a mess theme-wise, since they're mostly just figures I don't have room for anywhere else. especially that top shelf, yeesh. 10th anniversary Miku trying to bridge the gap between horny 1/4 scales and live-service game hell.

long-time followers might also spot the sonic screwdriver, which is the same one I'm holding in the very first post I ever made on this website. please don't go looking for that.

I'm hoping to pick up a third display case (probably second hand, since ikea discontinued the detolf >.> ) but in the meantime they're here getting in the way of my manga.

aside from the LoL figures, I have three others not currently on display: one is Magical Mirai Miku 2017, which is in her box because she's broken 😬 her neck peg got messed up one of the times I packed her to move, so I need to fix that sometime. the second is the 1/4 Yakuwa Nazumi designed by WOOMA, which I desperately want to display but she's ENORMOUS so she'll probably have to wait until I get another display case. and the last is another Miku prize figure, because I clearly don't have enough of those lmao

so that's my whole figure collection! it's a constant work-in-progress, because they keep making cool new figures and I am never satisfied :)

if you actually took the time to read all this, thanks for indulging me!!

[writteninkat]

Corsets | mha boys x g/n!reader

with: Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Dabi

summary: you do the corset trend in tiktok with the boys behind your phone, recording you

genre: fluff but also with some mature scenarios (16+???)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: dabi's part is 18+ and is at the very end

author's note: first time writing gn, idk if i'm good at it but i hope it's fine!! >_< , also i'm writing this while i'm at work honestly idk how i'm not fired yet ┐('～`;)┌

Bakugou

ohohohooooo this man

at first he's all grumpy about it, mumbling about why he should help you make a stupid tiktok

he's on the bed, laying on it lazily with your phone in his hand and the camera faced towards you

you put on the corset you found in your closet back at home and decided to use it to ride with the trend

your boyfriend presses play and the music starts playing;

"you bring the corsets," you point down at the corset around your waist, "we'll bring the cinches," you start wrapping the long strings around both your hands, "no one wants a waist over," you pull on the string, "nine inches."

you can see your boyfriend is visibly surprised behind the camera, which makes you laugh

the music stops and you laugh lightly at Bakugou's wide eyes and hanging jaw

"what the fuck happened to your insides" he yells, throwing your phone on the space of the bed beside him as he places both his hands on the sides of your waist

he runs his hands up and down the dips of your waist, slowly pulling you towards him

he looks up at you, his eyes a shade darker

tie it properly so it won't come off when I fuck the shit out of you

Todoroki

will take a video of you IMMEDIATELY after you ask

he always likes watching you record tiktok videos of yourself, he thinks it's cute

"what kind of video are you recording today?" he asks, phone on the ready

"there's this corset trend that's going around and I wanted to try it." you say, holding up the black corset for him

it was your mom's from back then

"tell me when you're ready." he says, watching you put on the corset

you give him the signal and he presses record, staying as still as he can

"you bring the corsets," you point down at the corset around your waist, "we'll bring the cinches," you lip sync the lyrics, as you wrap the strings around your hands, "no one wants a waist over," you pull it and for the first time since recording, you see the camera shake a little, "9 inches" you tilt your head to the side a little

when the music stops, you step forward to take your phone but your boyfriend simply turns it off and spins you around, pushing you on the bed

he's fast when pressing his lips on yours, hands dipping down your waist

"don't post that," he whispers against the shell of your ear, "only i get to see it. okay?"

Kirishima

this lil cutie is the one who asks you to do it

"awww come on, pleeaassee, y/n!" he gives you his adorable puppy eyes and you consider it cheating cause you both know you can't resist those damn eyes

you sigh, "fine. where are we gonna find a corset?"

kirishima takes you by surprise when he holds up a red corset, moving it side to side when he shows it off to you

"where did you even get that?" you ask, taking the squeezing thing in your hands

"I found it in my mom's old stuff. the second i saw it i immediately thought of you wearing it." he shows off his adorable shark teeth and you can only smile at him

he takes out his phone, pointing the camera towards you as he waits for you to finish putting it on

you nod and he takes that as a signal to start the video

"you'll bring the corsets," you point down at it, "we'll bring the cinches," you copy what you've seen from other videos and take the two strings, wrapping each around either one of your hands, "no one wants a waist over" you pull on the strings, taken by surprise at how it took your breath away, "9 inches"

"jesus christ, baby" you breath out taking your hands behind your back, undoing the strings

kirishima sets his phone down, helping you out of the bone crushing corset

"you looked beautiful with it on." he compliments, helping you undo the buttons. when the corset is finally off, he pulls you even closer, burying his face on your belly, "but you look even better without it on."

for the rest of the day, as you scroll through tiktok, he kisses your belly, burying his face in it every now and then

Dabi

he's a powerful villain, for god's sake. he shouldn't be stuck in your room helping you record stupid tiktok videos

"please, baby!" you pout at him, kneeling on the floor beside the bed he's currently laying on

dabi sighs, placing both his hands on his eyes. "what kind of video is it this time?"

"it's a very short one, have you seen the corset trend?" you ask, scrolling through your gallery to look for the saved video

"do i look like i'd give a fuck about dumb shit like-" he gets cut off when you shownhim the video

he watches it silently the whole time until the end and for a moment he's silent, as if he's pondering about it

"...can i choose the video?" he asks, looking up at you as you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. "uhh i guess so?"

"can i pull the strings?"

"dabi what-"

"can i?"

you look at him in surprise, it's the first time you've ever seen him eager to do something. you narrow your eyes at him, thinking hard about what kind of shit he's planning. when nothing comes to mind, you shrug your shoulders and agree

dabi takes your phone and chooses the song himself, taking you by surprise when you see he knows his way through the app.

he sets the phone on his desk as he sits up on his bed. the front camera is used and you can see that it only shows dabi's lower face up to his hips, and with you standing up, it only shows the part right below your chest

he pushes your shirt up, pulling your arms up as he takes off your shirt. "dabi, what are you d-"

he presses his lips on yours, pushing his tongue in between your lips, forcing you to open. you let your eyes roll back as you taste him, coffee and smoke is strong on his tongue.

he pulls away, finally giving you some space to breathe. "babe-" but he's quick to press his lips back on yours again, his hands busying themselves with putting on the corset around your waist. his hands skillfully buttoning up the corset until you're finding it a little bit difficult to breathe:

you press your hands on his chest, pushing him away. "when are we doing the video?" you ask, watching as the side of his lip tugs up into a smile. "we're doing it right now."

he looks over to the side and presses the red button. you feel your hair rise at the sound he chose. the sound has you clenching your thighs together as dabi pulls the two strings apart, letting the corset tighten around your waist.

your hands find their way to the back of his neck, your right hand running up from your boyfriend's nape, up to the back of his head and finally combing your fingers through his dyed hair.

you feel his wet mouth on your nipple, grazing it invetween his teeth as he sucks on it like a new born. "fuck, baby..." you whisper out, throwing your head back, letting your boyfriend kiss and suck all over your chest area.

you look down at him, bitingnon your lower lip when you see him looking up at you with dark eyes, watching every move of your facial muscles, scrutinizing your face for your reactions.

he opens his mouth, taking out his cherry red tongue, showing you as he laps it on your hardened bud. he does this a few times before facing the camera, smirking at it.

the sound stops and he lets you go, taking your phone off the desk and handing it over to you as he lays back down on the bed, acting like nothing happened

navigation

[squishytenya]

Male reader wears lingerie in front of s/o with anyone of your choice. Also can I just say lingerie on males be looking *chef's kiss*

Pairings: aizawa, sir nighteye, dabi x male!reader

Notes: reader is a guy but this can be read as amab or afab :)

Warnings: this is smut or like pre-smut at least, individual warnings above each character, D/s themes,

Shouta Aizawa // Eraserhead

Warnings: use of ‘pretty boy’

He loves it, like genuinely

Aizawa has a normal sex drives but he’s freaky, he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t

This also means he usually doesn’t have time for lingerie, nor would he have assumed you would want to wear it which just made this so much better

His favourite colours tend to be darker and his taste in general is either soft pastels on you (baby pinks, blues with lace) or things like dark lace/harnesses

The first time, you went for the soft, lacy look

Smoothing your hands over your torso, you let out a sigh. The lace covering your waist was a very light pink, almost white. The garter belt felt soft against your stomach and you fiddled with the straps that led to matching white stockings. Your thighs spilled out of the top, making you sigh a little but you knew Shouta wouldn’t mind much. The panties were the star of the show - the same almost-white pink lace as the rest, covering your crotch completely except for a small heart shaped cut out at the top.

You had forgone the matching chest piece but slipped on a silky, sheer robe that you already owned. This helped calm your nerves as you knew your partner liked this robe. Still, you stared at your figure on the mirror. There was an odd mix of uncertainty and pride in you. You definitely looked hot though.

As can be attested by the hand that slipped round your waist, pulling you back against Aizawa’s chest. He threw his work bag on the desk, circling his arms fully around your waist and nuzzling into your neck.

“Is this what you get up to when I’m gone hmm pretty boy?”

Dark stubble scratched your neck when he talked. A small whine escaped you when he attached his lips to your neck. Kisses being left up and down caused you to shudder, whimpering when his canines nipped the warm skin. Another, more risqué, noise bubbled out of your throat when his calloused hands reached round and gripped your lace covered cheek.

“Fuck” he grunted, pushing his hips against your ass

“The things you do to me y/n”

Dabi

Warnings: corruption kink, reader has a collar, one spank

He’s very horny all the damn time

But i feel he would just assume you didn’t like the idea of lingerie and not ask? Not that he didn’t make up for it with other shit

You’re gonna have to find a way to get it into your house without him noticing because he frequently ‘helps’ you pick what underwear you wear for the day

Another person i think would either go for the completely pure, white lace lingerie because corruption kink yk? Either that or straight up leather, chains and collars

Non-stop horny compliments from this one

“Fuck” dabi grunted from above you

You were sat on his lap, facing him. He had his scarred hands pressed against your skin underneath your white babydoll. His hands moved slowly, warm flesh dragging over your skin as if savouring every part of you. You shifted. It was more of an effort to move past the slow grinding you both had found yourself in but Dabi saw this as defiance.

He tugged on the white lace of your lace panties.

“Stay fucking still” he growled into your ear, pulling your hips closer to him.

You whimpered, grinding down on his bulge once again. The spank that landed on your lace-covered ass caused you to jolt forward, once again pushing against Dabi. He grunted and turned, planting you so you were laying on the bed and facing him. He grinned down at you and leant down once more to press a row of kisses along your neck, biting around the leather of your collar.

“Gonna reward you for looking so pretty for me”

Mirai Sasaki // Sir Nighteye

He is a busy person so I don’t see him having all that high a sex drive because when he comes home he is so tired

So when you guys do have the time, you try to do different stuff a lot to make up for lost time which results in weekend long fuckfests

Honestly? Not picky at all on which type you wear BUT he has a thing for bright colours or sheer material like mesh

Wear one of those sheer bralettes and the panties that are literally see through? Or one of the mesh bodysuits? He’s gone

“Pumpkin, where are you?”

You giggled nervously, calling out to your husband that you were in your bedroom. You were perched on the bed, sheer panties and bralette contrasting against your skin with their forest green. The fabric did very little to cover anything. The twinge of nervousness grew as his footsteps drew closer, you looked towards to floor in anticipation.

Two fingers tilted your chin up.

“My, what do we have here?” He drawled, staring at your body in the lingerie.

“I thought I’d do something special for you”

Lithe hands slid down your body, circling your nipples through the barrier of mesh fabric. He hummed as he traced your body with his hands, finally coming to cup your crotch and rub you through the fabric. The friction made you whine, grabbing his arm. Yellow eyes snapped towards your face, eyebrow arched with a ‘tsk’, you let go immediately.

“You like it?” You gasped, rutting into his touch

“Definitely” he hummed, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

“So good for me, my precious boy”

Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it mwah <3

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[afterhourswjay]

Hello 👋 May I request a (they/them) Ghost! Y/n x Shinsou headcanons? Where Shinsou thinks the reader is using a ghost quirk but their not really and they hang on around Shinsou a lot and love to tease him during class knowing no one else can see them.

Oh my god, oh my god-?? This.... This reminds me of the Welcome to Hell animation on YouTube from 7 years ago, so I'll be using that as inspiration :D Inspiration also comes in the form of smut with Ghost!Dabi it is smut, so please don't interact w/ the link if you're a minor... So there's that. Also, my brain keeps jumping around to different places, so I apologize in advance for any discombobulation ^^' Warnings: Mentions of cause of death, Shinso replaces Mineta as usual

Shinso Hitoshi x Ghost!Reader

- you two had been childhood friends when you were younger, but once you hit middle school age, he stopped seeing you. he honestly thought you ended up moving away and, as such, he ended up pushing you out of his mind due to all the stress he's under - it's been years since he's last seen you. in fact, it's been so long that he's nearly forgotten you, and, despite this, you decide that you need mess with him. mostly to see if you can jog his memory, but also because you remember having so much fun doing it when you were alive - your interactions start w/ you simply sitting next to him, but when that doesn't get a reaction out of him, sometimes you'll lean through one of his classmates - usually, his eyes just widen a little bit at your antics. this poor dude thinks nothing of your interactions w/ him. he simply thinks you got a ghost quirk - once you step up your game and start knocking stuff off his desk, he realizes you might possibly not have a ghost quirk. that you might actually be a ghost - somehow, someway, he's able to shake that thought off and continue to convince himself that you have a ghost quirk - sometimes you pull on his hair, sometimes you pinch or poke one of his classmates, sometimes you'll steal his writing utensils. anything to make sure he's not 100% able to take his mind off of you. however, you can't help but feel pretty annoyed at the fact that he still doesn't believe that you're an actual ghost - it's not until you very purposefully grab one of his textbooks and chuck it across the room, watching in slight shock as the book lands with a heavy thud, that he realizes that no one but him can see you. but, like. he doesn't question it too much? - so, you two become friends again and once it's been a year, you tell him all about you. you tell him about how the two of you had been really good friends when you were alive - and, when he comes to terms that your actually dead and not just... someone with a quirk that gives you the traits of a ghost, he asks how you died - normally, anyone who you allow to see you, doesn't see what your death injuries look like. but there's a deep-set determination in his eyes that makes you want to show him, and you do - you show him how you're basically always wet, how you have dark purple handprints around your neck, how your torso is torn open - while you were already pale due to being dead, your even more pale in this form. your lips, nose, and extremities turning blue, your eyes and cheeks looking sunken in, your lean form taking on a gaunter appearance - despite the horror, and the grotesqueness of your appearance, he seems unfazed. he acknowledges the horror of the stuff done to you, and while he may not understand 100% what you went through, he doesn't push you away - he def offers to discreetly kill the people who killed you. he doesn't care if he won't get a hero license because of it

[moriihana]

we can’t fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || thirteen: dabi's a big softie

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: dabi's a big softie and you guys take a nap together <3

content: fluff! so much fluff! it's so fluffy i'm gonna be sick!

word count: 1294

a/n: okay highkey projected onto this bigtime since i'm a giant insomniac and have been sick for over a week and it's miserable and im dying please put me out of my misery. also this gif doesn't match the chapter but GOD he's so fucking PRETTY im gonna be SICK

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“It’s getting cold.” Your eyebrows furrowed, exhaustion weighing heavily on you. You swung your legs up onto the desk that you were sitting on, then pulled them against your chest and rested your head on your knees. “We’ll need to look into getting warmer clothes. Maybe something for the animals, too. Can’t risk getting sick. I can’t heal illnesses.”

“No offence, doll, but you’re kinda lookin’ like shit. Sure you haven’t caught something already?” Dabi looked at you from his spot on the sofa, studying darkness under your eyes and the way you kept blinking sluggishly. “...when’s the last time you slept for more than a few hours?”

“You really do look like shit.” Shigaraki paused the game he was playing. “Go get some rest. You don’t need to be passing out on us.”

“No, I need to make sure I’ve made note of everything we have to get before finding the guy Kurogiri was out looking for before he got arrested,” you huffed and pressed your chin further against your knees, frowning. Dabi normally would’ve commented on how that made your cheeks squish up and was cute, but he was apparently more focused on the fact you were being extremely stubborn.

“Someone else can do that, you know. It wouldn’t kill you to just take a break.”

You glared at him. “Who else would do it? I’m the only one who isn’t a vita—”

“Don’t you dare say you aren’t vital to the League,” Shigaraki cut you off, crimson eyes suddenly furious. “You’re just as valuable to us as everybody else, and just like everybody else—you have to rest. Don’t make me make it an order.”

“The only way I’m resting is if someone forcibly keeps me in the bed.”

“Doll, you realise that’s more feasible than you’re making it out to be, right?” Dabi snorted, raising his eyebrows.

You just stuck your tongue out at him, biting back a yawn. Sure, you hadn’t gotten more than three hours of sleep a night for about a week now, but there was stuff you needed to be doing! With everybody busy doing their own thing and no Kurogiri around to keep track of what you all needed and of timetables, you felt it was only fair for you to pick up the job. It’s definitely not easy, though. I don’t think Kurogiri ever slept.

“Dabi, get your damn partner to rest. I don’t care how, just do it,” Shigaraki ordered, then unpaused his game. You stared at him for a moment, then looked at Dabi with narrowed eyes.

“Don’t you dare, pretty boy,” you warned. “I will bite you if you try anything.”

“Sorry, mouse. Boss’s orders.” Dabi smirked, walking over and heaving you over his shoulder. You squawked indignantly, hitting his back with your fist as he carried you to your room.

“Put me down.”

Dabi chuckled as he walked into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot. “If you say so.” He proceeded to unceremoniously drop you onto the bed. Boo lifted her head up from where she was laying at the end of the bed, then curled back up and tucked her nose under her tail.

“I hate you.” You pouted, glaring at him halfheartedly.

“No, you don’t.”

You sighed dramatically, “Yeah, you’re right.” 

“Told ya so.” He grinned and plopped next to you. “Now you’re gonna get some fuckin’ sleep. So am I, because I want a nap.”

“...since you dragged me in here against my will, we’re gonna cuddle.”

Dabi laughed softly as you curled up against his side, curling your fist around the fabric of his shirt. “Of course, doll. Turn over though, I wanna lay on my side.”

Your face instantly lit up and you turned onto your side. Nugget jumped up and snuggled up against your stomach. “I’m being the little spoon.”

Dabi rolled his eyes. “As if you’re ever not the little spoon,” he teased, draping an arm over your waist. “Get some sleep, mouse.” With the comforting warmth of him behind you, you fell asleep quickly.

You woke up only an hour or so later to the sound of hushed giggling and cracked an eye open to find Toga with her phone raised up.

“‘re you taking pictures of us sleeping, Toga?” You asked sluggishly, closing your eye again. Dabi groaned and pulled you closer to him, pressing his face into your neck.

“I‘m still tired. Tell her to go away. And to delete those pictures,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Dabi says go away. And to delete the pictures.”

Toga rocked back and forth on her heels. “Sorry, but Tomura-kun said to wake you guys up! Jin-kun and Mister got back with food, ‘nd Tomura-kun knows how you forget to eat sometimes so he said you gotta come on.”

You let out a discontented whine, your words starting to slur together as you struggled to stay awake. “I don’t wanna get up. Can’t it wait?”

“It’s gonna wait whether he likes it or not.” Dabi lifted his head, squinting at her. “He said for them to rest, so they’re resting. I’m taking advantage of the fact they’re resting by also resting. Tell Dusty I’ll make sure they eat after we get up.”

Toga thought for a moment with a hum, then shrugged. “Alrighty. You better make sure, okay?” She turned towards the door, pausing when Nugget hopped off the bed and weaved around her ankles. “I’m takin’ Nug with me!” She scooped him up, then skipped out with him, shutting the door behind her.

You shifted so they could tuck your head under Dabi’s chin. “Love you, Touya,” you murmured, your words muffled by the cotton of his shirt. With how exhausted you were, you didn’t even catch the slipup you made, falling back asleep almost as soon as you finished talking.

He chuckled, the sound affectionate, rumbling deep from his chest. “I love you too, mouse.”

When you finally woke back up, the sun had mostly set, bathing the room in a dying golden light. While the two of you were sleeping, Dabi had wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, a protective grip keeping you close to him. You smiled at that, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“You finally awake, doll?” Dabi pressed a kiss to your temple with a gentleness he reserved only for when you two were alone.

“Mmm. How long’ve you been up, pretty boy?”

“Couple hours, I think.”

You frowned and pulled your head back so you could look at his face. “You didn’t have to stay in here if you had something else to do.” 

Dabi smoothed out the crease between your eyebrows with a thumb with a snort, sitting up. “Didn’t want to wake you up, mouse. ‘sides, I don’t mind being able to take it easy for a few hours.”

Your eyes softened at that. “You’re a big softie, y’know that?” You teased.

“You’re the only one I’m ‘soft’ for, doll,” he quipped, amused. “Y’know, you’re cute when you’re so tired. Don’t even realise what you’re sayin’.”

You made a confused sound, then your eyes widened just marginally. “Oh shit. I was so sleepy I think my filter shut down.”

Dabi shrugged. “Eh, nobody was around to hear. ‘s fine when we’re alone, anyways. Just not too often, don’t want to slip up in front of anybody else.” He then added in a quieter voice, “and I don’t mind hearing it every so often. It sounds nice coming from you.”

A grin curled at your lips. “You are a big softie.”

“Oh, shove it.” Dabi rolled his eyes and poked you in the side, eliciting a shrieked giggle in response. “C’mon, we gotta go get somethin’ to eat. I’m fuckin’ starving.”

[ryosmne]

You're gonna fry your brain.

Hello everyone, since it's finals season and we're all probably really dead inside, I decided to self indulge in some tattoo artist! Sukuna writing, so here's this brainrot that won't let me focus on studying. You can read more of this au in the au masterlist.

I've been trying so hard to finish up a bartender! Dabi fic I have in the works for too long, hopefully I can get around to it too. After finals are done I'll be writing a lot more that's for sure.

Tattoo artist! Sukuna x f!reader

Warnings: language, suggestive tones, that's it.

Finals are by far the worst thing about college, y/n knows that the hard way. She's been stressing herself out for the past few days, maybe weeks, going over the same material again and again. She'd constantly argue that she really needs to pass with an high grade that's why she's so obsessive over it.

Sukuna had tried multiple times to help her ease her nerves, he's been there, although he was the type who never really stuck his nose in a book for too long, regardless, his best girl needed a break, no matter how hard she denied it.

Y/n had declined his invitations of going out, she dropped by the shop a few times, bringing Sukuna some food, but he could tell she was slowly burning herself up.

Today was no different, y/n had been writing everything down all day to help memorize it better. So many hours has passed since she started her study session but she didn't even notice that her clock read 8 pm already.

Sukuna did notice, y/n had been barely responding back to his texts and it was time he took matters into his own hands.

The earpiercing doorbell pulled y/n out of her trance like state, she quickly got up from her desk to go and get rid of whoever just rung it.

"Dollface, I was beginning to think you had died in there."

There was Sukuna, leaning in her doorframe, looking as good as he always did, in a plan white t shirt and a gray pair of sweatpants, holding a few bags and a huge basket.

"not quite, what's all this?"

Y/n motioned to the bags he had.

"Nothing much, just some things I picked up for you, will you let me in? this basket is fucking heavy."

No, the basket wasn't that heavy, Sukuna could carry it just fine, he just wanted to make sure that y/n didn't have a chance to deny him.

Y/n stepped aside to let Sukuna in, and he went straight to her kitchen, dropping his bags on the table.

"Thanks for dropping by babe, but I really need to finish the last three chapters I have left."

"Y/n, you're going to fry your brain at this rate, no more studying for today."

"But-"

"No buts, you won't read another sentence today. We're destressing together."

Turns out, Sukuna had brought over many different things. He's not the type of guy to shy away from anything, so the first thing he did was to grab y/n and drag her into her bathroom.

Sukuna had taken mental notes the first time he looked through y/n's skincare products, he was able to determine her skin type and he went a bit crazy, buying her different things to try out.

"You are insane, that's drunk elephant, why did you get this many things?"

"Because you have the really terrible cheap stuff, now shut up you're going to eat the soap if you keep talking with cleanser all over your face."

Now, y/n's skincare wasn't bad, Sukuna had expensive taste and he's a bit of a brand snob

Sukuna gently poked her cheek with a smile as y/n's face distorted because she had in fact tasted the cleanser and Sukuna could only laugh at her before she flicked some into his mouth too.

"Don't kiss me with a face mask on you brat"

Y/n let out a soft laugh, Sukuna was doing his best to concentrate at the task at hand. Matching y/n's nail polish to his. Y/n had just finished painting his, matte black like he requested but y/n gave him some white polish on his ring finger. Sukuna had argued for a bit, saying it didn't look good and that he didn't like it, but gave in after y/n gave him a puppy face, can you blame him?

"But you look so cute like that."

Y/n complained, knowing that this little comment was going to feed Sukuna's ego more.

"I know doll, but artificial orange doesn't taste as good as it smells."

Y/n once again wasn't wrong, his cocky attitude always creeped in at times, not that she minded.

Time passed fast with watching trash reality shows on y/n's couch, after their very own self care day, Sukuna made sure to fix something they could both eat. Now they were engolved in each others arms, y/n's sleepy eyes staring up at him.

"How are you feeling, doll?"

Sukuna's hand found her hair, gently resting on top of her head.

"Much better, you're the best you know that?"

"I've heard it once or twice, I'll give you reasons to say it more often"

He gave her a gentle smile, leaning closer to steal a kiss, a little more intimate than the ones they shared earlier.

" 'Kuna, I'm sorry I was so stressed and distant this week, I probably worried you-"

"Don't be stupid, it's ok, I just want you to know I'm here for you, and it's just finals. You're a smart cookie, I'm sure you'll do great."

Y/n found his words reassuring and nuzzled closer to him, letting her lungs burn with his scent that never got less intoxicating.

"Thank you 'kuna, what would I do without you?"

The last few words came out slurred, but Sukuna understood everything, y/n's breathing got steadier against him.

"I don't know doll I'm just glad to have you here, I promised to take good care of you."

And just like that, y/n was fast asleep next to him, he didn't mind her uncomfortable couch one bit all he cared about was how at peace she looked. Maybe he would move her to her bed later, he couldn't bring himself to do it now.

The next morning, y/n found herself on her bed, Sukuna had almost woken her up getting ready before he left to go to work, but he managed to put her right back to sleep with a kiss on the forehead and a light "don't wake up yet doll".

Y/n made her way to the kitchen, Sukuna usually left a little letter for her on the nightstand by the bed, he must've been in a rush today.

Not quite the case.

Sukuna not only made her, her favourite breakfast, he also left post it notes in some places.

You suck at food shopping, thank me later.

Was written on her fridge.

So that's what all the bags were for, y/n didn't find out last night because of how tired she was, and how much fun she had being around sukuna.

He had filled up her fridge with everything she ever needed to make a meal for herself or have a snack. Let's be honest Sukuna just wanted to cook for her again.

Another post it was found in her bathroom cabinet.

You're probably gonna get mad at me for this but I'm not sorry, you deserve it.

The poor cabinet was stuffed to the brim with brand name skincare that made anyone's wallet scream in anguish and a lot of bathbombs. Upon closer look y/n almost cried at how attentive Sukuna was, he took extra care to look out for her skins needs.

Y/n found the last post it on her desk while she did her revision.

Don't overwork yourself doll, you've got me for that.

Y/n brought Sukuna cupcakes from seven different bakeries to try that day.

Bonus Domain shenanigans: "Sukuna left early again?"

Megumi asked, the day had been going pretty slow he wasn't surprised his friend dipped.

"Yeah, he left this behind though."

Geto held up a very nice looking white shop bag, a slight glimmer in his eye let the rest of his friends know he planned something.

"So? What's in it anyways?"

Gojo was resting his chin on his hand, blank expression on his face, completely unamused by Geto's discovery.

"Give me that"

Nanami swiftly snatched the bag, curious to see what was inside of it. He reached in and retrieved several wrapped round objects.

"Bathbombs?"

He questioned puzzled, but then his lips tugged upward.

Megumi, Nanami, Gojo and Geto, each got two bathbombs, and even though they would outright say it, they were pretty damn exited to drop them in their bathtubs. That's what Sukuna gets for avoiding clean up.

Sukuna entered the shop barely greeting anyone and begun looking around. Fuck he was looking for something, everyone tried to keep their composure.

"Have you seen a white bag?"

He finally looked at the group of men before him.

"like a backpack? No "

Megumi spoke, Sukuna begun thinking he was remembering everything wrong, that's untill he saw something sticking out of Geto's pocket. That's for sure a bathbomb he bought for y/n

"You motherfuckers, how low can you stoop to steal my girls bathbombs?"

Hey it's me again, though I'd add that here, if you have specific skin demands I tried to cover that in here so everyone can enjoy it, I have lots of allergies and skin concerns so I'm kinda sensitive to that stuff. Hope you had fun reading, remember to take it easy, untill next time :>

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[aphroditedahlias]

Yandere dabi x reader

Tw// Stockholm syndrome mention, non con

Reader is fem?

This is a failed headcannon LMAOO I just slapped somehting in my notes and came where with it, but I’m also not re-doing it so oh well🥴.

- This man loves treating you like his personal object that he can do whatever to.

- When I say he truly believes that you’re his and he has all right over your body and mind, I’m so deadass😭

- He hates when you do normal stuff, don’t get dressed by yourself, he gotta be there to make sure you do it right even if you’ve been doing it since the 2nd grade.

- Don’t try to help out around the house by doing little chores like washing the dishes, in his head you could’ve drowned yourself in the sink or cut yourself with a spoon.

- Just let him handle things for you. all you have to do it cling to him, and listen to him. Is that so hard?

- He offers you top notch versions of food, spoils you with the biggest house and 1,000 rooms, all the pets and everything you could want. All he wants is for you to willingly be his.

- Don’t get me wrong, loves bending you over random desks and tables in the house and pounding into you making you say you’re his little slut and that’s all you’ll ever be but he also wants you cry if he lets go of you too soon. He also wants you run into his arms when he comes home at the end of the day. He wants you whisper his name in your sleep.

He just wants you to love him, why can’t you just love him?

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Don’t steal my shit just give credit.

Reblogs are always welcome

[bluecookies02]

Hey I love your work and I saw your nsfw alphabet I was wondering can you do R, L, X for dabi and shiggy please? 🥺🥺 @antishadow2021 . Tumblr just said fuck your tags so i had to repost this.

The amount of shiggy i got in these warms my heart /masterlist/

Shigaraki x Reader, Dabi x Reader-NSFW Alphabet

(look at my pretty baby🥺)

R-Risk

He’s a dirty little pervert and you know it.

More times then not, his cock is pressed against you, gliding along your ass under you skirt as he supposedly hugs you like a loving boyfriend he is.

He’ll slip his cock in with great ease, taking only a second to push your panties with the already leaking head, grinning when your eyes dart around you in panic.

People either don’t care or are too scared to take any action if they were to notice something.

His grip on your hip will be almost bruising, his length prodding against your cervix in shallow and fast thrusts of his hips.

He will priorly calculate the situation tho, he knows he’s a wanted criminal and he’ll avoid doing or even showing up in high maintenance areas filled with security and screaming ladies.

Filthy alleyways are more of his style.

L-Location

Kai’s desks. You can’t change my mind and I won’t even listen to a different explanation.

He doesn’t even need to push himself into you, it’s his mission to make your pussy drip over any and every surface available.

He’ll stroke his cock infront of your hole, aiming his cum right over your clit, gliding his tip in his own seed and smearing it down before keeping you in place as he watched the sticky substance leak down to your ass and into the pool of your own mess beneath you.

He’ll insist on having you in his meetings, pulling you in an empty room and pushing you to your knees, demanding you don’t swallow a damn drop of your spit or his cum.

He’ll fuck your face and watch your drool seep into the floor as you gag and cough around him.

Apart from defiling Kai’s hideout, he likes you in his room too. That way he can take his time and make you comfortable too. He’ll want to mark you up thoroughly, fuck you dumb and make sure his mattresses smell like you, his sheets always having new cum stains, reminding him of you every second you’re not with him.

X- X-Ray

He could easily be around 8 inches. (it’s a headcanon i need because I want his dick to a surreal extent)

It’s fat and juicy, with so many large veins running through it.

He’s pale and somewhat soft to touch despite his skin condition and his cock is a pretty flushed colour with a light pink tip.

It’s heavy though and the weight pushes against your tongue perfectly.

Before AFO he wasn’t as ripped, he was skinny with only light abs and not much meat on his bones.

But don’t think him being skinny took away his ability to manhandle you and use you as he pleased.

I know you don’t wanna hear this, but before you I don’t think he paid attention to keeping everything clean and smelling perfectly( it’s not that he didn’t shower whenever he had the chance, he just didn’t give a fuck about himself enough to bother )

R-Risk

I honestly don’t see him as someone that would fuck you in front of people or in unhygienic places.

It’s a risk already, coming to your house every night and plowing you until the sun rises so yeah, nothing too extravagant with this man.

He will walk around the city with a hand on your ass tho, and he has no problem with pushing you against a wall

L-Location

Your house, specifically your kitchen.

Not just because there’s something erotic about the way he can spread your legs apart and feast on you like you’re his starving meal, but also because he doesn’t have the willpower to not stuff you halfway to your room.

He has a thing for you being in an apron, cooking or cleaning around the house and being his perfect little housewife.

Come to the hideout tho, he’ll wreck your shit, he takes great pride in making you lose your mind.

Look at him, a freak, having his personal dirty cocksleeve😌

X-X Ray

He’s a bony boy.

That being said his dick is long and not too thick, but his piercings add up perfectly to that unnoticeable lack of grith. Not just the piercings that run along his whole length, but that one on his tip sends you into a pure frenzy each time it prods against the soft patch of skin that he somehow never fucking misses ( It can absolutely make you feel overwhelmed very quickly )

But man, his hips and his V line are God sent.

He can trust into you with such sharp thrusts, your clit bumping against his~~~ ah

I’m getting too horny gimmie a sec.

Yeah.

Your legs hook perfectly onto his hips when you have to try and hold onto anything while he pounds your pussy.

He has a very lightly toned chest and despite his burns, the skin that isn’t damaged is soft to touch, bruising easily, making it perfect for you to mark and run your hands over.

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Requests:closed

commission:open (1 slot)

Ko-fi link is in my bio💕

[shotokimchi]

Coffee & Printer

 Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader x Touya Todoroki (Dabi)

Modern Office Au!

Summary: You are the secretary of Touya and Shoto Todoroki. The heads of the Todoroki Company.

Note: All characters are aged up!

Warnings: Threesome, anal sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, dirty talking and some filthy stuff, pure little shoto and nasty dabi p-p

*knock knock knock* After waiting for a response for fifteen seconds “Come in.” You took a deep breath and opened the door of the big elite room. There were two giant desks for the heads of the company, the older one was Touya Todoroki. He was charismatic, charming a huge flirt but also really hard working and strict. The other one was Shoto Todoroki; calm, a little cold but smart and also kind. Touya lifted his head with your arrival and nodded to you. “Sir, here’s the schedule of the meetings we’re gonna attend today.” He eyed the list and a small smile of approval appeared on his lips “Good.” You bowed and just when you were about the leave... “L/n.” You turned towards the younger sibling and walked towards his desk “Yes, Mr.Todoroki?” He handed you some documents “I want a copy of those documents and can you bring me some coffee?” You gave a small smile and bowed “Of course, sir.”

You were working with the Todoroki Company for four years. That’s why you were the secretary of the Todoroki siblings. You were a hardworker and strict towards the unexperienced employees but you always smiled and tried to be kind. You were the only one who could deal with the stupid shenanigans of the Todoroki siblings, you weren’t just an ordinary secretary, they valued your opinions and listened to you.

“Good morning L/n-san!” An employee greeted you as you made your way towards the printing room. “Good morning, can you prepare a cup of cafe latte for Mr.Shoto then send it to his room?” The employee nodded and left, after printing the documents you made your way towards your personal room. Just when you were about to sit on your chair, your phone rang, it was Shoto. You knew why he was calling so after mentally rolling your eyes, you answered. “Yes, Mr.Todoroki?” after a second of silence you heard his soft voice “L/n, i asked you to bring me a cup of coffee?” you pinched the bridge of your nose “I told them to bring it to your office, are they late?” you knew where this conversation was going... “No, but i wanted you to bring me one, It doesnt taste the same.” There it was, the pouty tone of the Ceo, sometimes he really acted like a child. “Mr.Todoroki, i cant always bring you your coffee, i need some work to do.” He sighed and a smirk appeared on your lips “Then bring me the documents that i told you to copy.” You grabbed the documents and aswered “Of cour-” But he cut you off “And bring me a cafe latte on the way.” Then he hung up.

You squeezed the cup in your hand, sometimes the Todoroki’s acted like kids and you felt like their bigger sister but you tried to keep your cool, you didnt wanted to be unprofessional. “knock knock knock!!!” this time, your knock were stronger and annoyed. “Come in.” After hearing Shoto’s voice, you barged in. Touya gave you a confused and curious look but you paid no mind “Here’s your coffee sir.” Because of your harsh behaviour, Shoto gave you an astonished look and took the cup “Thank you, L/n.” You heard someone chuckle and your eyes met with turquoise ones “Did you just called her for a cup of coffee Shoto?” The younger simbling sent a small glare towards his brother and sipped his drink. “By the way, L/n.” Touya’s voice caught your attention “Lets go, we need a meeting to arrenge.” You nodded and left the room with Touya.

“Please wait, Mr.Touya.” Before he could open the door you stopped him and he gave you a questioning look. “What is it?” Your hands found his necktie and fixed it “There.” He eyed you for a moment, then started to laugh. Your cheeks started to heat up and you frowned “What?” He ran his fingers through his black locks and shook his head “You really act like a baby sitter sometimes. If you pamper me too much, i’ll have a hard time finding the perfect bride, my expectations are keep getting higher y’know?” Your eyes widened “What does that mean, Mr.Touya?” He smirked and shook his head “Nevermind, lets go.”

The meeting went smoothly and after dealing with the brothers, you finally managed to sit on your chair and do some paperwork, after working for three hours, your phone rang... again but this time it was Touya. “L/n, where did you put my glasses again? I cant find them.” You sighed and answered “Mr.Touya, they were on your desk. Are you sure that they’re not on your head right now?” After a minute of silence he chuckled “I guess you were right.” You hung up on his face and continued your work. There were some documents that needed to be printed so you made you way towards the printer room. Luckily, it was empty so it was going to be fast and easy. While waiting for the paper, the door opened and Shoto appeared, you bowed “If you needed the printer, you should’ve just called me sir.” He didnt answered and locked the door, you raised a brow “Sir?” He started to walk towards you and your heart started to beat faster, when you felt his hot breath on your face, you panicked “S-sir?” He started to lean towards you “I couldnt find you in your room so i asked the other employees.” Then he put some distance between you. Did you get it wrong or was it on purpose? “Come to our office when you’re done, my brother and i need to discuss something with you.” You nodded and when he disappeared from your vision, you gave a sigh of relief, what was happening to you?

You didnt know why you were feeling nervous, just when you were about to knock on the door a weird feeling surrounded you but you didnt know why. Shaking your head you knocked on the door and after hearing their voices of approval, you slowly twisted the knock. “Ah, there you are~” Touya was standing in front of his desk with some papers in his hands “What do you need help with?” After hearing your confused tone, Touya chuckled and shared a look with Shoto, he was always quiet but this time it was different Shoto looked unsure and...nervous? Touya started to walk towards the door, you watched his movements with a confused look but in an instant, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and you gasped. “Dont just look at my brother...” Shoto’s hot breath made your cheeks burn. “S-sir! What are you doing?!” Touya chuckled and locked the door. “I have been waiting for this moment for so long, dont just keep her all to yourself little bro.” Your breath hitched in your throat, what the fuck was happening? Just when you were about to open your mouth, Shoto sucked on your neck and a sweet moan escaped your lips. “Si-Shoto, please stop!” Then Shoto raised his head and your teary eyes met with his mismatched ones, a small tinge of pink was visible on his cheeks, what he did was so dirty yet, he looked so innocent and it felt so good. His eyes were clouded with lust and care... Then Touya’s fingers tilted your chin and his lips found yours a small mewl escaped from your lips and he forced his tounge into your mouth. It was soft and hot, you never felt something like this before. Shoto’s hands found your blouse and started unbuttoning it, then he yanked it off and you felt so bare. “Let me tell you what we’re doing.” Touya’s voice sent shivers down your spine “Our old man wants us to get married soon, but we’re not doing that since we both took a liking to someone~” Shoto nuzzled his face on your shoulder and cupped your clothed breasts, your hands grabbed his wrists and he kissed your cheek “I dont wanna get m-married Y/n... I love you.” Your lip quivered and your fingers found his hair, he sounded so desperate. “Say baby girl, you know us more than anyone else, how can we marry someone else?” He started to leave hickeys on the other side of your neck “T-touya...” You tried to call out to him but it was more like a whisper. Both of them started to drown your neck in red and blue bruises and your hands massaged their scalps. With a swift move, Touya took of your bra and threw it somewhere across the room. “Look lil bro, she’s beautiful isnt she?” Shoto nodded and squeezed your nipples “S-shoto~” Shoto started to twist and tug at them while Touya got on his knees and ripped your tight black skirt. He grabbed one of your legs and threw it on his shoulder “Your skin is so soft baby girl~” His teeth grazed your thigh and you jumped. It was all too much, Shoto’s chest pressed against your back, his hands on your tits, and Touya’s hands roaming over your clothed core and thigs, it was too much... “Please...” You mewled and they both stopped their movements. “Say it again, love...” Shoto’s soft voice melted your heart and Touya gave your tighs a squeeze “Beg us to fuck you silly.” Then he took of your panties and toyed with the little ribbon on the front. “Open your mouth, you slut.” You obeyed and he stuffed them in your mouth, Shoto’s eyes widened and his member poked you from behind “Look at her lil bro, she looks like a mess. You like your panties in your mouth, yeah?” You whined and he smacked your thigh, Shoto’s eyes were watching you with awe. “Watch and learn lil bro. Now, on your knees, slut.” The ach between your legs were unbearable so you immediately obeyed and sat on the floor “Look at her face Shoto. Isn’t it erotic?” Shoto audibly gulped and nodded. Touya unbuckled his pants and your eyes popped out of their sockets, he was huge. “You like what you see, baby?” You averted your eyes and he grabbed your chin “Now let me tell you what you’re gonna do, youre gonna suck my cock and Shoto’s gonna watch.” His tone was demanding, it was hard to resist, you nodded and he grabbed your hair. “That’s not fair Touya.” Touya laughed at his brother’s frustrated tone “Patience, lil bro.” Your touge circled his tip and he growled, you continued your movements and he showed his lenght in your mouth, you gagged and he hissed “Dont tease me slut, now suck.” You bobbed your head with a steady pace and Touya’s hips joined you. Then your eyes met with Shoto’s. He was stroking his length with a blush on his face, you moaned around Touya’s cock and he looked towards his brother. “Stroke his cock, baby girl.” Your eyes met with Shoto’s and he moaned at the sight, you were stunning. Drool was dripping from your chin and your cheeks were red. When he felt your warm hand around his lenght he let out a delicious moan and you couldnt help but whimper, you tightened your hold on Shoto’s cock and gave him the attention he deserved. “Thats enough baby, now suck his cock.” You turned your head towards Shoto’s lenght and he pushed it towards your face “Please Y/n, please please please...” You smiled and kissed the tip, he moaned and covered his face with his hand. Touya chuckled “Look what you’ve done to the Ceo of the Todoroki company, he is begging for your mouth. Now be a good girl and please us.” You nodded and wrapped your lips around Shoto, while stroking Touya. The room filled with moans, hisses and growls. Shoto was more vocal and that turned you on, Touya was all about growling and hissing and it was so sexy, they had their own charms and it amazed you. Shoto’s hips started to shake and his moans started to get louder “Y-y/n, fuck!” Then without a warning, he came inside of your mouth and being the good girl you are. You swallowed it all and opened your mouth, waiting for praise. Touya hissed “S-shit, thats hot.” his pace quickened and he came on your breasts. Shoto stroked your cheek and gave you a warm smile “Now its our turn to please you, love.” 

Now you were sitting on Touya’s lap on the leather couch, legs wide open and a necktine around your wrists, his chest was pressed against your back and he was abusing your nipples while Shoto prepared some lube. “You ready, love?” Shoto asked and you gave an unsure nod. Touya’s long fingers started to tease your puckering asshole and it hurted, you whimpered and he shushed you with sloppy wet kisses meanwhile Shoto stroked your clit with slow teasing circles. “Not gonna lie, its gonna hurt but im gonna make it feel good baby.” You were scared but you trusted Touya so you nodded. He pressed his tip to your entrance and slowly pushed “T-touya!” You screamed and Shoto peppered your face with small kisses “It’s okay.” When he succesfully bottomed out, Shoto rubbed your wet heat with his longs lenght, you moaned at the sensation and grinde your hips. “S-sho.. Please.” After pecking your lips, Shoto filled your greedy hole with his lenght, you were so full and it was overwhelming but at the same time, it was good. “Mnh, please~” You were deperate for some friction, Touya grabbed your ass cheeks and started to thrust his hips “Thats it baby.” He moaned and Shoto joined his brother with a gentle pace, his cold fingers continued their assault on your clit and it was too much “Sh-shoto, faster!” Shoto smirked and increased his pace, it felt like heaven. “More, more, more!” You were screaming, tears were falling from your glossy eyes and your lips were puffy and red. Touya laughed and smacked your ass “Greedy,slut!” Both men were so fast, it was too much. Shoto’s hand were gripping your thighs for dear life while Touya’s hands were smacking the shit out of your cheeks. “Fuck! I can feel you lil bro.” The three of you were dripping with sweat but it didnt matter. “Please fill me up!” You screamed and tried to move your wrists but they were tied. Shoto’s hips were moving with an unhumanly speed and Touya wasnt any different. Your walls were spasming around them, your insides were melting. “S-shit, im cumming!” Touya warned and his hips stuttered, Shoto’s hips were still moving with a face pace then all of a sudden white clouded your vision and your walls squeezed the life out of their cocks Touya loudly cursed and Shoto’s warm liquid painted your insides. They managed to pull out and Touya untied the necktie, a dull ache surrounded your body and you sighed. Shoto grabbed some tissued and cleaned you. Then Touya wrapped his coat around your shoulders and smiled, it was a rare sight but he was beautiful. Your cheeks started to burn after the realisation and Touya chuckled “Hey you cant be embarrased after the things we’ve done.” Shoto rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulders “Are you feeling okay, Y/n?” You smiled and nodded “Yes, thank you Shoto.” Then you gave them a confused look “So, what now?” Touya raised a brow “What do you mean, what? You belong to us now.” And he smirked, your heart started to beat faster and Shoto smiled “We love you, Y/n.” You smiled and looked at the beautiful men, you were so lucky to have them. All these years, you worked with them, ate with them and helped them. You knew them better than anyone else, you loved them. “Shoto, Touya... I love you too.” And this was the start of your relationship with the Todoroki siblings...

Note: If you liked it please reblog the fic! This is my 2nd time writing a smut fic so im really sorry if its bad! <3 ^^ 

[ayatakami]

Singer!Reader HCs

feat. Alt MHA bois  Part 2 Here

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Sero x Reader, Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shoji x Reader, Tokoyami x Reader, Kirshima x Reader Notes: The songs I put at the bottom just imagine them with a fem! singer bc its the overall vibe I went for. There is a part two bc it got pretty long whoops

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Doesn’t openly talk about loving your music or you per se, but owns so much merch of you and your band. I’m talking posters, postcards, albums, shirts, etc. 

Listens to your voice R E LI G I OU SL Y

If he thinks he’s alone then he’ll try to duet some of your songs, convincing himself that you two would make such a great singing duo

UPLOADS DRUM COVERS OF YOUR SONGS AND FREAKS OUT WHEN YOU LIKE/RESPOND TO THEM!!!11

ALWAYS goes to your signings if he has time and when you signed his drumsticks with a heart mans is deceased

Always opts for more of your heavier/faster songs bc this man just needs the fuel to his anger. But on days when he’s really down or feels lonely he listens to your more softer and melodic songs, soaking in your vocals.

Rewatches your music videos and likes every single picture you post. 

Favorite song of yours: Calm Snow - I See Stars

Tells EVERYONE about you and your band, plays your songs on blast and recommends them to everyone. 

Doesn’t really own much posters of you/your band but he does have lots of apparel. (Shirts, beanies, keychains, etc)

LOVES attending your concerts, always gets front row seats to see your pretty smile. 

This dude man, he has pictures of you two on his page from every concert/meet and greet/ signings/etc that he’s ever attended. Like so many you know his name now. 

He’s more drawn to your easy-going, light vocals type songs 

But isn’t afraid to listen to your heavier stuff

Mans STREAMS your music videos and loves making edits of solely you

Favorite song of yours: Silence Speaks - While She Sleeps

SIMPING FOR YOU!!!! HE EVEN HAS A BODY PILLOW OF YOU IM--

Several posters, photos, stickers, albums, you name it he has it

Brings you lots of gifts to each backstage concert bc yk he buys that VIP shit

He will absolutely DIE if he sees pictures of you wearing an expensive necklace he gifted you or any sort of jewelry

Hangs out and talks to you so much that you guys actually become good friends!!

I feel like he would lowkey make fanfics about the two fo you. You cant tell me he wont

Has an ALT ACC WITH THIRSTY EDITS OF YOU!! Calls you his baby bird/dove/songbird/etc

I also feel like Hawks plays guitar or bass and he would def make covers or even collab with you bc yall besties now

Mans has a tiktok account and will def post videos of yall singing together 

Although he’s a really chill guy I feel like he leans more towards your slower songs that hit harder than the others

Favorite song of yours: The Fear Of Letting Go - Too Close To Touch

Being a villian and all, you know he cant come to your concerts/events but he damn well tries to. 

Doesn’t own much merch of yours as he accidentally burnt a poster he had of yours after a certain incident (he felt really bad bc he got mad)

I feel like he would def have a funko-pop or figurine of you on his desk

Loves jamming to your songs (blasting it so loud in his room that its literally shaking in there LMAO)

Watches ALL of your music videos, streams and BUYS YOUR MUSIC TO SUPPORT YOU HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

Sings along with you omg even tho it hurts to reach your high notes

Thrives off of your more aggressive songs especially the one where he can feel the pain in your voice over whatever subject or whoever you were singing about

Definitely wishes he was that ex you sung about LMAO

Why can I see him punching drywall to your songs bc hes so into it LMAOOOO

Favorite song of yours: Crooked Smile - Too Close To Touch

One of the bois who don’t talk about their love for you super much, but instead is a closeted fan!

Watches your music videos on REPEAT, knows the lyrics to all of your songs

Whenever you smile at the screen or do something cute, he is STRUCK with love

Binge-watches all of your interviews/funny moments/etc, just loves getting to know you and seeing all the sides of you that isn’t the perfect singer that everyone sees

He does attend your concerts/events but he stays in the back for he doesn’t want to scare anyone or you with how he looks like

Why can I see him running an appreciation blog like-

Posting about your cute smile or laugh and he’s internally panicking bc you mentioned his blog in your latest interview saying that seeing all the kind things he posted about you made your day whenever you were down

Prefers the slower, melodic songs or where you’re just messing around

Favorite song of yours: All I wanted - Paramore

Have you SEEN THIS MANS ROOM

Like there is no doubt in my mind that he has posters covering every inch of his wall. Limited edition posters, signed posters, you name it he has it

Doesn’t really talk about you but if he knows his friends also listen to you, then he will def rant about you

“Hey Tokoyami have you heard _’s new song yet-” Man has bags under his eyes bc he streamed that song so many times last night listening to it on repeat. When the music video dropped he shared that shit on all of his social medias.

Def does covers of your songs, it fills him with joy when you repost his covers on your account with a nice message ‘You’re so talented omg!! <3 <3′ 

Also to me he would be the type of guy who posts lyrics in the comments if there isn’t any and would def go into detail about the lyrics meaning and such

Has a jacket full of patches of your band logo and album covers

He’s met you on a few occasions and he’s more than happy to stop and chat with you. Although he doesn’t go into full fan mode with you around, he respects you and instead asks about your day and such

Has no preference on your style, just that its you singing

Favorite song of his: Dance Macabre - Ghost

[mysterylover123]

BNHA Chapter 295: The Hero Who Saves Everyone

Oh god

On the one hand, I feel bad cause Deku’s bleeding and in pain. On the other, he’s weirdly beautiful in this panel. Like Toga during her fight with Curious.

YES WORRY ABOUT THAT BOYFRIEND FIRST (and also check on the other one!)

I HEAR YA DEKU. You three had better be all alive so I can enjoy your movie this summer without breaking down in feels.

QUIRK #4 ALERT!!!!

Yup it’s Spider-Sense. Exactly what I thought. All six quirks are gonna be Spider-Man related. Confirmed. Now we’ve got strength, webs, and spider-sense. What’s left? Wall cling? (wait Spidey can’t float like Nana never mind). Maybe instead they’re all riffs on the Class A girls quirks. Float, Tsuyu’s tongue whip thing, senses like Jiro. 

Have Jiro train you in the future please. I need more of you and Jiro. Also look how fierce. Limbs all destroyed, boyfriends and mentors dying, bad  guys escaping and he’s like “YOU WANNA PIECE OF THIS!?”

I’m starting to think Compress really is gonna die.

Spinner/Shiggy fans must be loving this chapter

LOL AFO is a believer in the Power of Friendship confirmed. I mean, he is a smart Shounen villain who seems to be well aware of all the cliches, so.

WHAT?! Shiggy you’re not, like, actually dead are you? You still have so much character development to go through!

That echo though.

WOW Touya really made a name for yourself now huh! The heroes are like “DABI GETTIN AWAY! OH AND ALSO THE GREATEST SUPERVILLAIN OF ALL TIME BUT DABI! GET HIM!” (to be Fair Hado may just be holding a grudge for the whole “set me on fire thing”.)

KACCHAN PLEASE BE OK TODO PLEASE BE OK DON’T YOU TWO DARE DIE

The fuck is that? Is that a noomu?! (3..2...1...) HOLY FUCK IT’S DEKU. You scared me you seriously look demonic AF right now.

OH MY GOD. Deku I am so high on you and your character development right now. Time was all this “career ending injury” and “Mirio showing up” and “dying friends” stuff would be making you super insecure. But now you’re just like “SHUT UP ASSHOLE.” Also Deku knows who’s really at the helm now? Smart boy.

OH. MY. GOD. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I WAS RIGHT?!?!?

YAS! SLAM HAND ON DESK. FUCKING CALLED IT! You go do it Deku! Go save our lovable League of Idiots! Redeem or rescue or whatever your nemesis! That’s how we do! OMG that’s two heartbreaking callbacks to chapter 1 this arc worked in. You know. The chapter that made the episode that won me over to this show faster than any thing ever. 

So yep that looks like the wrap on this arc. And damn what a way to go! Deku you’re so amazing here. I was honestly so worried Deku would collapse under the weight of his insecurities but nope. He’s grown too much. And WOW he’s really gonna try and save Shigaraki. I don’t know how but I believe in you, man. After seeing this chapter. Damn. I believe. This right here is why Deku’s my fave. He’s just unstoppable when he’s determined. And he cares about protecting everyone around him, no matter who they are. Go, Deku. Drag your two hapless boyfriends and Ochako into this whole Villain Redemption thing too, actually. Todo has a little brother to scold and Ochako a future girlfriend to redeem, and Katsuki will probably (if he survives omg!) be following you wherever you go from now on, so bring it on! Wonder Trio + Ochako villain redemption arc, let’s GO!