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ghostbeam · 3 years ago

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but i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm | Dabi/Touya Todoroki

You had to do a double take. The blurry glow of blue moved so quickly from your peripheral. The first thing you notice is how alive this villain is. His eyes blown so wide, so comfortable with fighting the hero with a water quirk in front of him. Scars litter his body and face, and his inky black hair falls over his eyes as he dodges the hero’s attacks. But it’s the bright blue that you recognize. The glow of his quirk, and the color of his eyes. He even moves like him.

Notes: am I embarrassed that I’ve now written two fics in a row with Taylor swift inspired titles? A little bit. But whatever. I started this a month ago and finished it up pretty recently. Sorry if Dabi’s a little ooc in this I just wanted him to be soft. There will be a part 2! Hope u enjoy :) (title from peace by Taylor swift)

Warnings: Major bnha ch 290 spoilers, f! Reader, 18+, minors DNI, stalking, Dabi cries blood, angst, explicit content

Words: 7.4k

pt.1 | pt.2

You are seven years old when Enji Todoroki brings his son, Touya to your house for the first time. Even at your young age, you wonder why the number two hero knows your family, why he choose you to be friends with his oldest son.

Enji is large. You don’t think men are supposed to be this large. He looks angry, and it scares you. Touya peaks his tiny head from behind his father and stares at you. You stand in between your mother and father, shoulders back, head held high in the way that you were coached to do for an hour before their arrival.

“Touya.” Enji speaks without looking down at his son. The young boy emerges fully from behind his father, and you notice the bandages on his arms. You think that he sees you notice them, because his hand goes instinctively to his charred wrist to try to cover it. You feel bad, then, and smile at him to make up for being rude.

“Hello.” You say, sheepishly, embarrassed about being caught staring at his arms. He steps forward, holding a skinny arm out to you.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Touya.” He sounds monotonous, rehearsed. You shake his hand, but it’s weird because the two of you are only seven years old.

“How about you take Touya to play in the backyard, dear.” Your mother places a gentle hand on your back and pushes you forward. You nod and ask the boy to follow you.

Your back yard isn’t much. It’s just grass and trees, and it isn’t very big. You’re young, but you know the Todoroki’s are a very rich family. You know that your backyard is probably nothing compared to his. You look at Touya as he examines your tiny backyard.

“So, what do you like to do?” You ask him, sitting down on the stairs of your porch. Touya doesn’t sit down.

“You don’t have to do that.” He says, his voice very small.

“Do what?”

“Pretend.” is the only thing he says, and you think that Touya might be far more mature than you are. “Dad is only doing this so I make friends my age. And your parents are only doing this because he’s paying them.”

“I’m not pretending. I just wanna know what you like to do, so we can play together.” You explain.

“Okay.” He sits down next to you now. “I like…heroes. I want to be a hero when I grow up.”

“Oh. Like your dad?” You ask him.

“I guess so.” He shrugs, but he doesn’t think that he wants to be like him all that much anymore. “But my quirk hurts me. That’s why I’m here. He won’t train me, wants me to make friends my age, wants me to forget about it.”

“I didn’t know that.” You tell him. Your parents didn’t tell you anything. You knew that someone was coming over to play, and that you were meant to be polite. You were meant to be good.

“Well, you don’t have to forget,” You tell him, “but I think we should still be friends.”

…

Touya comes back a lot after that. It’s usually on Wednesdays, days that Enji reserved for your play dates. You learn after hearing your parents speak in the kitchen, that Wednesday is the busiest day at his agency. Touya begs to practice on Enji’s busy days. He thinks that if he’s worn out enough, he might cave.

Touya practices anyway, mostly with you. You don’t have a flashy quirk. It’s not made for combat, but it’s good for when Touya hurts himself and you need to make him feel better. You think that maybe you shouldn’t let him practice. His fire is so strong, and he always ends up with burns, ones that you carefully wrap up for him. You have to sneak around your parents, hiding the first aid kit from them as you tend to his wounds. Your quirk lets you project emotions onto others, so you can help distract Touya with a different feeling while you patch him up.

You really want to stop him. You want to tell him that you can’t let him hurt himself, that you’ll tell your parents, but you can’t. You don’t want him to leave you.

Touya couldn’t leave you even if he wanted to, not that he does. You’re the only person that he has, really. His father has abandoned him. Fuyumi has become so cautious around him after the accident with Shouto. He used to get along with Natsuo, but they don’t seem to understand each other anymore. Then there’s Shoto. Touya knows that he shouldn’t hate his family, and he knows that deep down he probably doesn’t, but he can’t stand seeing his father train Shoto. It was supposed to be him. He was Touya Todoroki, the golden boy. He can handle it. These days, you seem to be the only person who feels the same way.

“I just don’t see how your dad can’t figure out a way to stop your quirk from hurting you.” You tell him one day as you’re wrapping his arms up again. The two of you are twelve now, and Touya has a few permanent burns littering his body from the years of use.

“They tried, but the doctors can’t do anything. This is just how my body was made.” He tells you, “Married my mom for a reason and couldn’t even make me right.”

“Don’t say that, Touya.” You scold him. You always thought the marriage between his parents was odd. It made you sad to think that they were only married so that they could have children, and not because they loved each other. You also felt bad that Touya’s mom had to be married to such a scary man.

“Why not? It’s true. My body is broken. I can’t do the one thing I was born to do.” He argues.

“It’s not true. You’re not broken.” You tell him, “I wish you’d stop saying things like that.”

“Whatever. You’re just saying that cause you have to. Cause you’re my best friend.” He huffs.

“Believe what you want. I think you’re perfect the way you are.” You shrug. Touya has to turn away to hide his blush from you.

The older Touya gets, the braver he becomes. He refuses to hide his scars because he wants his father to see that he can do it, even if he doesn’t believe in him. His scars aren’t all that bad, anyways. The worst of them are on his forearms, and there’s a particularly bad one on his jaw, but it’s nothing he can’t handle.

Enji hates it. He hates that his son would still go through all of this years later. He knows that it’s not the idea of being a hero anymore. It’s all so that he can prove that he can do it without him.

Touya doesn’t talk to Shoto if he can help it. He barely talks to Fuyumi. Natsuo is the only one he’s willing to speak to, but they don’t have anything in common anymore. To Touya, these aren’t the people who are most important to him. To Touya, they don’t care about him. Not like you do.

Around the age of thirteen, Touya decides that he loves you.

The thing is, Touya doesn’t know what love is. He’s never seen it. He doesn’t see it when he watches his parents, both of them in a clearly unhappy marriage. He doesn’t see it in your parents, not in the year that your dad up and left your mother for someone new. And he certainly doesn’t see it at school, where the boys make bets about how many girls they can go out with.

But he thinks he knows what love is when you wrap his arm up so gently, scared of hurting him. He knows what love is when you place your hand on his cheek and he can feel your quirk flowing through the both of you. His favorite is when you make it feel like sitting in a blanket by the fireplace, a warmth that only you can give him. Despite his quirk, Touya finds that he’s always cold. He knows it’s love when you let him in your room and you lay down on your bed facing each other, and he listens to you talk about anything that you want for hours. He knows what love is the first time you paint his portrait and give it to him as a birthday gift, an ametreur painting done with care. Touya knows that this is what love is.

And because he loved you, Touya couldn’t tell you what he was planning to do at Sekoto Peak.

Touya Todoroki burned to death at Sekoto Peak at the age of fourteen. He left behind a jawbone and took your heart with him.

…

Villain attacks happen all the time.

Mostly they were petty ones. Some villains tried to get their name out there, hoping to be known for something. Some liked to rob banks or mug civilians, but most of them just wanted to eat.

It was around 8 pm, and Dabi took Toga with him for a food run. Most of the time, he knew it was a bad idea to show his face anywhere, but it was getting dark, and they were all so hungry. It was just their luck that they’d been recognized by some low ranked hero patrolling the area, one with friends nearby.

That was how you got caught up in the crowd of civilians watching the league of villains fight a couple of low rate heroes. You’d seen heroes fight villains before, and you almost always got out of there before you had the chance to get caught up in anything, but a flash of blue caught your eye.

Was Touya Todoroki, the boy who wanted to be a hero like his father, the famed cremation villain, Dabi?

You feel heat from behind you, and watch as a couple civilians’ faces change at the sight of someone behind you. Endeavor walks through the crowd of people parting for him, probably hopeful that they’ll take in one of the league members, even though you knew that was impossible.

Endeavor calls your name, barely stopping to speak to you, “You shouldn’t be out here. It’s not safe.”

“I was just-” You were just what? Trying to process the fact that your best friend was alive? Trying to figure out if you were crazy for believing that?

“Go home.” He demands in that deep voice that’s always been a little scary.

Dabi sees the bright orange flames from his right side, notices his father in a crowd of people watching. He follows his gaze down to the woman he’s speaking to, and Dabi feels like the air’s been knocked out of him, mostly because it has. The hero he’d been fighting had gotten a good kick to his chest, and he’d stumbled back, his eyes still on you. The look on your face is a hopeful one, he recognizes. He scoffs a bit at the thought of you having any sort of hope in his father. He doesn’t know that your hope isn’t directed at Endeavor, but at him.

Dabi doesn’t know how he does it, how he gets out of the fight. He might have burned the hero to death, or he might have just hurt him enough to escape, but no one was following him now.

He watches you from a couple of blocks behind. Hiding in alleyways, and slinking behind buildings, Dabi follows you home. He watches you enter your apartment building, a shitty little brick place in a poor part of the city. He watches from the shadows in an alley across the street, looking at the building to see if you would do something stupid like open a window. You do.

You tried to forget about Dabi. You’d seen him before, on the news, heard his name a million times. But you’d never seen him move before. You never saw him in a fight. You spent years with Touya, watching him use his quirk, watching him move like water. You open the window in your living room, slinking outside onto your fire escape. Sliding your legs through the bars and sitting on the floor, you light your cigarette.

Dabi watches you from below. Since when did you smoke? Sure, the last time he’d seen you, you were fourteen, but you were a good girl. You didn’t smoke.

But you look so pretty, even from far away, even with your face obstructed by the bars of your fire escape. He watches your legs swing over the ledge, watches the smoke swirl in the air. He’s not even close to you, and you still make his chest tighten from the sight of you. He thinks it’s pathetic.

You put your cigarette out on the ashtray beside you and go back inside, not bothering to close the window. You pull some clothes from your dresser in your bedroom, and turn the shower on, before getting in.

Dabi thought you were an idiot. Really, leaving your window open at night. You made it so easy for him.

His breath catches in his throat at the sight of your apartment. It was almost disgustingly perfect for you. The first thing that catches his eye are the three canvases hanging on the right side of your living room, abstract pieces in black and white, with the smallest hint of the exact blue that colored Touya’s eyes. He steps into the place a little more.

Bookshelves line the walls, but you have more books than space, so there are stacks of them against the wall. You have these pretty hanging plants, which Dabi figures must be easy to take care of, since you killed a cactus when you were eleven. Your art supplies are strewn across the apartment, an easel leaned up against one of the windows, canvases in the hallway, and leaned up against your ugly green couch that he decides he hates. There are paint brushes in jars everywhere, by the sink, on the counter, by the TV. When he ventures into your bedroom, he notices your lack of bedframe, your bed on the floor with a plain white comforter thrown overtop. Of course you hadn’t made your bed. You have clothes thrown around. Dabi notices one pair of leopard print underwear on the ground that makes him chuckle. More books are stacked up in here, and there's this giant golden framed mirror leaning against the right wall.

When he turns around, after caressing the little flowers you’d carved into the wood of your desk, he notices a framed photo of the two of you on the nightstand by your bed. He remembers the day well. Your mom had bought a film camera from a thrift store, and the first picture she took was of the two of you in that tiny backyard.

He holds the photo in his hands, looking at your small faces. Dabi doesn’t think that he’s smiled like that since.

He doesn’t hear the water shut off. He doesn’t hear the bathroom door open. And he doesn’t hear your feet pad across the hallway into your bedroom.

“I knew it was you.” You say, and it startles him. He drops the frame in surprise, glass shattering on the ground beneath his boots.

He turns around to face you, digging his heavy boots into the glass to make a point. You look so cute, hair wet from the shower, a large red sweatshirt engulfing your body, almost covering your sleep shorts, fluffy pink socks scrunched around your ankles.

“Knew it was who?” Dabi asks. His best bet is to deny it, to scare you a little, act like he’s gonna hurt you, leave the way he came. It’s not like he looks anything like he did when you were thirteen.

“Don’t do that.” You tell him.

“Do what?” He grins, like he knows something you don’t.

“Pretend.” You whisper. You seem so vulnerable.

“Okay,” He steps forward, “I won’t pretend then.”

“Good.”

“Still don’t know who you’re talking about, though.” He shrugs, walking closer to you now, towering over you a little bit, “You should probably forget this happened, you know, if you want to live.”

His hand ignites in flame beside your face, close enough to feel the warmth. It’s almost uncomfortable. Your face changes. You look offended. You push his lit hand from your face.

“Don’t fucking threaten me!” You push him away by his shoulders. He’s never seen you angry before, he realizes, certainly not with him. What happened to his gentle girl? He lets out a breath, staring at your angry face, and watches as it changes again into something much softer. You step closer to him and pull his face into your hands, tracing a finger over the blood that seems from the burnt skin under his eye. “You’re bleeding.”

“Don’t touch me.” This time he pushes you away, and you shake your head like you don’t care that you’ve done it.

You touch his face again.

“Let me clean you up.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper. Maybe his gentle girl isn’t so far away after all. He nods his head.

You sit atop your bathroom counter with Touya in between your legs, your first aid kit open beside you. You haven’t been this close to him in years. You didn’t think you would ever get to be again.

“So, the paintings, you, uh, you do that full time now?” He asks, mostly because he can’t stand the silence.

“Oh, I’m a gallery assistant. I can’t do art full time. It doesn’t really pay the bills.” You shrug. Dabi thinks that if things were different, if he hadn’t “died”, it wouldn’t matter what paid the bills as long as you were happy.

“Hm,” And because he’s Dabi, he can’t resist being an asshole, “Daddy Enji doesn’t pay your bills?”

“What?” You ask incredulously.

“Doesn’t pay you to keep your mouth shut about his dead son?” He says, pulling himself from your healing hands and standing far away from where you sit on your counter.

“Touya-” You try to tell him that you don’t have any type of relationship with Enji, and he certainly wasn’t any type of father figure to you growing up. Enji had barely even spoken to you after Touya died. Only recently, after some unusual change of heart, had he begun trying to make amends with his children and you.

“You seem to be perfectly fine without me! Your perfect life, with your perfect job, and your perfect fucking family! My fucking family!” He yells at you. You flinch at the last part. But you're angry now. What about you screams perfectly fine to him? Has he seen the details of him in your apartment, the details of him in the way you live your life? You’re not perfectly fine without Touya.

“Perfectly fine? What the hell is wrong with you? I’m not fine without you! I think about you every fucking day, Touya!” You yell at him.

“Don’t call me that. That’s not my name anymore.” He seethes.

“If he was here, what would his coffee order be? What would he be doing for work? I think he’d like that restaurant downtown. If he were here, if I was going home to Touya, I would go to the bakery around the corner and bring him something sweet to eat. You know you always had a sweet tooth.” You ramble. You constantly thought about Touya, about an alive, present, Touya.

“Don’t call me that!” He yells again, because he doesn’t know what to say to that. Had you really thought about him all that much? Had he really mattered like that to you?

“It’s a good name!” You yell back. “Why did you leave? Why did you leave me? I would have gone with you! We could have figured something out!”

We could have figured something out. You could have figured something out that didn’t mean he would turn into this, he thinks you mean. You could have figured something out that kept him the same golden boy, the Touya Todoroki you know, whole and perfect, and not coming apart at the seams, he thinks you mean.

“You wouldn’t have come. I don’t believe you.” His voice is so soft, just barely above a whisper. You can’t help it. You break down, right there on the bathroom floor. How could he think that? He didn’t believe that you would have done anything to ensure that the two of you could stay together? You would have done anything for him. You would have died there with him.

He’s gone by the time you calm yourself down.

…

Your schedule, according to Dabi, who has been following you since the day he ran from you, is as follows: You wake up fairly early in the morning, even though you hate to do it. He’s found that you’re a night owl, staying up into the late hours of the night, even when you have work the next day. You go to work at 9 AM, and you like this cheesy coffee shop nearby. You get an oat milk latte every single time without fail, and it almost always makes you late for work. You usually go straight home after work.

However, he’s watched you go out with friends for drinks on the weekends. He’s watched you meet Natsuo and Fuyumi for lunch or dinner almost every week. He’s watched you hang out at their house, watched you pick up Shoto from UA, watched you stay the night with the Todorokis if you’ve had a couple of drinks.

He’s also noticed how much you like stuff. You go to the store for art supplies every week, sometimes multiple times a week. You buy books whenever you pass a bookstore. He’s watched you buy stupid keychains from a convenience store, watched you buy a ceramic mushroom from a thrift store, and watched you shop online for shoes countless times. You were honestly kind of careless with your money, and usually were stressed out at the end of each month when you had to come up with rent.

Touya thinks you’re doing perfectly fine without him, just as he’d suspected. You’ve made a whole life for yourself here in this messy apartment, with your paintings, and your books, and your family, his family. Why would you need him? He thought about you every day for years and here you were, actually living. It wasn’t like he wanted you to be miserable without him. Of course he was glad to see you happy, but didn’t you miss him at all?

He thinks that maybe he’s watched you for too long, now. It’s been months since you last talked, and he’d been following you almost every day since then. He needs to let go. He had done it once, all those years ago, so why is it so hard for him this time?

He breaks in once more, while you’re at work, just to see your mess one last time.

In another life, the life where he grew up normal, grew up with a father who didn’t abandon him in favor of his younger brother, grew up with people who helped him control his quirk. In that life, Touya’s a hero, and he comes home to you after fighting the bad guys. You’d be hunched over a canvas or maybe you’d be working in your sketchbook, but you’d hear the door unlock, and you’d look up at him so excited. There’s a smile that you’d always reserved for him, a smile that he hadn’t seen grace your face in all the time he spent following your every move these last couple of months. You’d give him that smile, his smile, and you’d greet him with a kiss, and you’d force him to lay with you on your big ugly green couch, and the two of you would be happy. The two of you would be normal.

He doesn’t know why it matters so much to him. He wants to turn around and leave. He wants to tear hero society apart. He wants his father to pay. Those were the important things, his motivations, his reasons for living. But there are those stupid black and white and blue paintings on your wall. His eyes always find them somehow.

He goes into your room and looks at the picture from when you were children. There’s no frame since he broke it, but it still sits there, propped up against your lamp, right there by your bed. He notices your sketchbook on your unmade bed, a piece of paper peeking from underneath the front cover. He sits down, and pulls the paper from the book. Unfolding it, Dabi’s surprised to see that it’s a sketch of him, a few sketches actually. It’s him, with his scars, and his dark hair, not the Touya you know. He opens the sketchbook, then, looking through the pages, noticing how he’s on almost every one of them. There’s sketches of him as a child, the way you remember him, perpetually fifteen. There’s also ones of him as an adult, or what you believe he would have looked like as an adult. And it’s accurate, for the most part. If you stripped Dabi of everything that currently made him who he was, this would be him, trapped underneath all of that rotting skin, trapped in between these pages, your little secret.

He’s in all of your sketchbooks, he finds out. Flipping between all of your pages, he notices just how much you miss him. Maybe you do need him. He doesn’t dwell on it, though. He just lies down in your bed, and falls asleep among the opened sketchbooks, unaware that you’d be home soon.

You come home later than usual. Unlocking your door, hanging your coat up, and kicking off your shoes, you were excited to go see the Todorokis later. Fuyumi had called you while you were at work, inviting you for dinner since Shoto was home from the dorms this weekend.

You’re surprised to see Touya sound asleep in your bed. You want to be angry, honestly you do. He broke into your house, threatened, and yelled at you, but you weren’t angry. You couldn’t be when he looked so peaceful.

You sit on the floor next to your bed, laying your head down as you watch his chest rise and fall. You stare at him, taking in his appearance without any interruptions. Scars from his quirk riddled his skin, held together by silver staples. You wonder if they hurt, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain when you cleaned him up last time. You decide that you like his hair black. It’s a little weird to see him change so much, but it suits him.

Tentatively, you bring your hand to his hair, carding through his inky locks. It was a lot softer than you thought it would be. Dabi stirs for a moment, and you snatch your hand back like you’ve been caught. He doesn’t let you, though. He grabs your wrist in mid air, stopping you from retrieving it. He blinks one tired eye open.

“Don’t stop.” He says, pulling your hand back to his head. So you don’t. You sit there and you run your hands through his hair, and you watch his calm face, listen to him breathing. You never thought you’d be so happy to hear someone breathe.

“I would have gone with you.” You whisper, “I would have.”

He opens his eyes, holds your wrist, kisses the inside of your palm.

“I know, baby.” He pulls you onto the bed, tucking you under his arm, breathes you in, “I know you would have.”

You don’t know when you started crying, you just know that you're happy to be in his arms, to feel his hands wipe your tears.

“I’ve gotta call Fuyumi.” You sit up, “Gotta tell her I can’t come tonight.”

“You don’t have to.” He says, but it’s only really out of politeness. He doesn’t want you to go. He wants you so lay here in your bed for the rest of your lives, curled up against each other. “You know I’m not going anywhere.”

You believe him this time.

“You hungry? I can make you something.” You look down at him. His head moves to lay in your lap, arms wrapped around your waist.

“Don’t wanna let you go.” He mumbles into your thigh. He thinks you won’t understand the embarrassing confession, but you do.

“You don’t have to.” You run your fingers through his hair again. Taking his hand, you pull him up with you. You wanna run your fingers along the seams of his skin, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Instead, you let him cling to you from behind, the two of you walking to your kitchen.

Your kitchen is small. Your whole apartment is small. It’s really only meant for one person, but you think that if Touya wants to stay, then you can make it work. He follows behind you as you rummage through your fridge and cabinets, coming up with practically nothing. It’s nearing the end of the week, which means you need to go grocery shopping soon.

“How does instant ramen sound?” You ask him. He buries his face in your neck, making you flinch a little at how his nose tickles your neck. He mumbles a quiet ‘sorry’ as he chuckles into your shoulder.

“Sounds good.” He says. You boil water to pour into the cups of dried noodles, and Touya never lets go of you. It gets a little annoying as you try to pour the water into the cups, but it’s not so bad. You can feel Touya’s amused smile against the back of your neck.

You manage to pry yourself out of his arms enough to give him his noodles, and the two of you sit on your couch to eat. You play a spotify playlist from the app on your TV, and you feel a little awkward. What are you supposed to say? You don’t know where to begin.

“This couch is so fucking ugly.” Touya breaks the silence first. Your head snaps in his direction, offended at his opinion of your couch.

“No, it’s not!” You argue. “This couch was the first thing I bought when I moved out. It’s so comfortable. You don’t know how many times I’ve fallen asleep on this couch without a backache in the morning.”

“I don’t care how comfortable it is. This is the worst color I’ve ever seen.” He tells you with a mouth full of noodles.

“I like it.” You insist. Touya rolls his eyes.

“Well, as long as you like it.” He shrugs. There’s silence, then. How had you forgotten how to talk to him? Touya doesn’t seem to mind though. You watch him as he slurps his noodles and softly bobs his head to the music on your tv.

“Well, I guess we should talk about it right?”

“We don’t have to talk about it. We can just sit here and eat shitty ramen and listen to music, and then we can make out or something.” He says.

“Touya, I’m serious.” You tell him.

“So am I.” He winks.

“What happened? They found bones at the mountain. I mean, how are you alive?” You sit your noodles down, suddenly not in the mood for food anymore.

“They found bones? Oh, I’m sure Enji made sure they were mine, right? Couldn’t wait to get rid of me, I bet.” Touya spits.

“Where did you go? You were just a kid-”

“Well, I survived. Barely, I mean look at me.” He tries to joke, but you don’t think it’s very funny.

“Look, I lived on the street for a long time. Did stupid things, petty crimes, odd jobs. I was on a path straight to the underground. There was this guy, Giran. I met him when I was turning eighteen, and he gave me a place to stay and a job. I did a lot of illegal shit for him, moving packages, jumping guys who owed him money, anything to get by. Then when rumors of the league started around the underground, I wanted in. I wanted to tear it all down. I still do.” Touya explains. You want to cry thinking about him living on the streets, doing anything he could to survive. Touya came from money. He didn’t know what it was like to live any other way. You just couldn’t imagine how much of himself he had to let go of.

“Did you kill people?” You ask him.

“Will my answer change anything for you?” He asks then. His voice doesn’t waver, but you can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t want you to leave him.

“No. I don't care what you’ve done, what you’re doing. Maybe that makes me stupid or crazy, or maybe both, but I kind of already made up my mind about you.” You tell him.

“Did you look for me?” He asks you.

“Everywhere I went.” You breathe, “Anytime I saw a kid with white hair, a pair of blue eyes. No one has eyes like yours, though.”

“Guess I’m pretty unique.” He shakes his head, “Especially now.”

“I like it.” You tell him. He lets out a breathy laugh.

“No you don’t. You like the golden boy, that perfect kid under all of this. You just want your best friend back.” He says.

“Why do you keep doing that?” You ask him.

“I’m just being honest.”

“You’re not. You’re pushing me away. Like anything you do or say will make me want you any less. I can see you.” You tell him, getting closer to him on the couch.

“I’m not Touya anymore.” He whispers. “Don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“I told you I already made my mind up about you.” You tell him again.

“And what about the heroes?”

“What about them?”

“I’m a villain.” He says.

“And?”

“And you don’t care?”

“Do you really wanna talk politics right now?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I do. If you’re sitting here still idolizing those fuckers-”

“I’m not idolizing anyone, Touya. You think I care about heroes when your dad-” You stop speaking. You don’t want to talk about Enji. Even after everything he had done for you, you still don’t think you could forgive him for what he did to Touya.

“I’m on your side. That’s the point. I mean not the part where you guys kill people and kidnap fifteen year olds, but-”

“I won’t talk about it if you don’t want me to.” He tells you, holding his hands up in defense, “I mean it. I can go do what I have to do, and you don’t have to hear a thing about it.”

“Maybe...maybe we can deal with that when we get to it.” You sigh. You don’t really know how you feel. You aren’t sure what you want to know. Did you want to know every detail, all the things that the league was having Touya do? Or did you want to be kept in the dark, letting your imagination run wild with each late night he has. “I just want you to be safe. You’re being safe right?”

“I’m surviving.” He shrugs.

“But I want you to live.” You plead.

“We can live when I do everything I have planned.” He tells you.

“We?”

“Well, yeah. If that’s what you want-”

“Of course that’s what I want.”

“Then I guess it’s settled then.” He says setting his empty cup on your coffee table. He reaches out to take your hand and pulls you over his lap.

“Guess so.” You breathe. Your hands come up to the sides of his face, just above his skin, not close enough to touch him. “Can I?”

“Please.” He nods, his lashes fluttering shut when you place your palms against his skin. The contrast between healthy and charred skin is new, but you decide you like it. Your thumbs run over his staples and you hear his breath hitch. You jerk your hand back.

“Sorry.” You whisper. Touya leans his cheek back into your palm again.

“s’okay, just sensitive.” He tells you. He leans forward then, so that your foreheads are touching. You blush at the closeness. It didn’t feel so weird earlier while he was clinging to you in the kitchen, but now he’s right here, right under you. “You gonna kiss me or what, Angel?”

You freeze for a second, but recover quickly. You don’t want him to think that you’re uncomfortable. Leaning forward, you nudge your nose against his, his piercings catching on your skin. You run your thumb across his scarred bottom lip and look back up at him. Touya’s eyes are still closed but a smirk is forming on his lips.

“Fucking tease.” He mutters before he surges forward and catches your lips in a kiss. He runs his hands up your hips, sneaking his way underneath your shirt. You pull away for a moment.

“I was getting to it.” You tell him, kissing him again.

“Too slow.” He kisses you again. His hands grip at your waist, making indents in the softness there. You let your hands slip to the back of his head and tug on the small tufts of hair at the base of his neck. Touya gasps at the action and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.

He tastes like cigarettes and chocolate. The sensation of his charred bottom lip and his unmarked one against your own is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You could kiss him forever.

With his hands on your hips, he grinds you down on the growing bulge in his pants. It makes you throw your head back with a gasp, and Touya sucks at your neck. It’s almost too much, and not enough at the same time.

“Touya.” You breathe, his lips still attached to your neck. You feel him grin against you.

“Yeah, baby?” He whispers against your shoulder.

“I need–” You try to speak, but Touya grinds you down against him again, causing you to let out a moan.

“Tell me what you need, angel.” He kisses you again.

“Need you.” You whine, moving your hips with his. You bring his hand down to your clothed pussy, “Need you here.”

“Fuck.” He breathes. He thumbs open the button of your jeans and slides his hand down the front, “You’re so wet for me. So good for me.”

“Touya!” You bury your face in his neck, “Feels so good. Feels-”

He draws circles around your clit. You pull your shirt and your bra off, grinding against his fingers. When his lips close around one of your nipples, he slips two fingers inside you, curling them up. He pushes them in and out, brushing against the spongy spot inside of you. He pulls whimpers and moans from your throat, his mouth still making marks on your chest. Touya. Touya. Touya. Your voice is his favorite sound in the world. He had never been so happy to hear that name in his life.

“I’m gonna–gonna cum!” You whimper.

“Fuck. Yeah, angel, come for me. Be a good girl and come around my fingers.” He feels you clench around his fingers as you moan his name. Your head falls forward, leaning against his shoulder, and you watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck.

You kiss him afterwards, tasting yourself on his tongue. He stands up, then, your legs still hooked around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom. He throws you down onto your bed on top of your sketchbooks. You giggle, moving them off of your bed as Touya undresses in front of you.

He’s covered in scars. For some reason, you never thought about just how far they went, how much of his body they occupied. After you’ve stripped yourself of your own clothes, Touya hovers over you.

“Sorry. I know it’s not nice to look at.” He tells you, insecurity clear in his voice. You shake your head, bringing your hands to his shoulders and running them down his torso.

“You’re beautiful.” You tell him. Your eyes are blown so wide, so full of love, that Touya believes you. You bring your hand down in between his legs, stroking his cock.

“Fuck.” He lets out a shaky breath. His own hand replaces yours, as he drags his head through your folds. He moves his hips back and forth, coating himself in your slick.

“Touya, please!” You whine, moving your hips with him. He lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Be patient, princess.” He tells you, teasing you more. He kissed you, then, and his tongue in your mouth almost distracts you from how empty you feel.

“You’re being mean.” You tell him, as he kisses down your neck.

“‘M sorry, baby. Just wanna take my time with you. I’ve thought about this for years.” He pushes into you, then, pulling a whimper from your lips.

“Fuck.” He breathes as he bottoms out. You clench around him, adjusting to his size. You pull him down to kiss him again, running your hands through his hair.

“Please move.” You whimper into his neck, “Please, baby.”

Touya begins to move in and out of you. You move your hips with him, meeting his thrusts with your own. He kisses you again as he speeds his pace up. It makes you cry out, your head hitting the mattress beneath you.

“You’re so big!” You cry, “You fill me up so good! So full!”

“Yeah, baby?” He breathes, “You like how I stretch you out?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You call, dragging your nails down his back, not even avoiding the staples. Touya moves his hand down to your stomach, pushing down on it. The sensation makes you cry out his name. He brings his hand down between your legs, circling your clit with two fingers.

“Gonna come for me, angel?” He asks, placing kisses against your neck, “Want you to come with me.”

“Yes, yes, Touya! Wanna come!” You whine, grinding against him, “Please, Touya! Want your cum! Want you to come in me!”

“Gonna come, baby. Gonna fill you up.” He grunts. You clench around him, as he spills his seed into you. Warmth fills you as the two of you ride your orgasms out together.

Touya kisses you again, his cock softening inside you. He pulls away when he pulls out, watching his release drip from you. He runs a finger through the mess and brings it to your lips. You accept it without protest, tasting the mixture of your juices together.

Touya stands up and crosses the hall into your bathroom, grabbing a towel to clean you up. Once he’s done, he pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms tight around you. You feel him kiss the top of your head, and you snuggle closer to his bare body.

“Are you okay?” He whispers. You nod against him.

“Will you still be here in the morning?” You ask, your lips pressed against his chest.

“‘Course I will, baby.” He assures, pulling you even closer than before. You let yourself relax against him, and the two of you drift off to sleep.

#dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi x female reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya x y/n #touya x reader #bnha x reader #dabi smut #ghost.writes #ghost.fic

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chiwhorei · 4 years ago

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gun bunny

pairing: mafia!s. aizawa x fem!reader

genre: mafia!au, quirkless!au, smut- 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.5k

warning: somnophilia, voyeurism, violence, attempted kidnapping, attempted assault, mentions of blood, mentions of guns and knives, degradation, age-gap (reader is 19 and aizawa is 31), spitting

a/n: hello! this is my contribution to the smut pile mafia!server collab, this is both my first smut pile collab (this is so late i am so sorry sksksksk) and my first full-length bnha piece, be sure to check out everyone else’s amazing work here! thank you to @10millionyearsdungeon and @messwriting for your constant support while i trudged through sad pal hours for a fucking month and crawled out of the pits of writer’s block

hymns: hayloft by - mother mother, i’m on fire - awolnation cover

Blood pours over decades like syrup, the tinny-sweet smell was distinct but all too familiar. A muffled gun’s buzzing frames 19 years of life. The barrel feels cool, sitting precariously by the highest angle of your cheekbone.

“I told you not to cause trouble, brat. Now I have to clean up your little mess.”

Aizawa’s body is tall and broad above you, holding you against him with a protective grip on the small of your back. Every word is sneering, punctuated with a growl-- you feel it reverberate against his chest.

The bullet is resounding even through the silencer; a deafening sound, final bell tolling next to smeared streaks of mascara.

Aizawa Shouta has always been around-- whether bringing your dad a hefty stack of reports to thumb through or loosening his tie in the parlor and toasting him to another job well done. A carousel of chauffeurs and bodyguards encircle you, but all are nameless faces except for the man that can make people disappear in an instant: Eraser.

Otsuka y/n, the only daughter of the most powerful man in Japan, is a weighty title against your shoulders. Your father’s reputation has cradled you for almost two decades, keeping you draped in fur and balancing on red-bottoms. He has more money, more power than God. To most of your father’s inner circle, you are the dutiful, angelic heiress to his blood-soaked empire. You play the part well enough, polite, temperate- your hands are painted red in culpability, but perfectly manicured.

Your father’s business isn’t a secret, no matter his attempts to shield you over the years. There’s only so many nights spent humming to the tune of cracking skulls in the next room before “investments in oil” starts to lose its validity. Whenever you ask him, he pats your head, smoothing stray strands of hair, “I do it all for you, bunny. Everything is for you.”

You decide not to think about rouge splatters of blood and bruises against his knuckles, ignoring the clicking of a loading gun before he leaves for the office.

It’s better this way.

“You can’t be serious, Otsuka.” Aizawa paces across the hardwood, heel to toe with Italian leather from one large bookshelf to the other. A familiar habit, you’ve seen the contemplative marching before and know it to mean one thing: Aizawa is pissed.

“Have you ever known me to joke around? Especially with y/n?” Your father’s elbows hit the table in front of him, the jagged scars lining his face seem even more intimidating when coupled with a harshly set frown. You perch on the side of his large desk, swinging your feet lightly.

“Oh daddy, I’m not a child. I don’t need Eraser to babysit me.” You huff, crossing your arms and providing a pout to your father’s hard expression. You hear the mumbled, “Don’t call me that,” from behind you, but decide against a response.

“He’s going to look after you while I’m in Musutafu. I have to handle some…” he trails off slightly, one of his hands coming up to rub against his bald head, “noncompliance, but I shouldn’t be gone for more than a few days.” His disfigured fingers curling around yours, you look up to meet his eye, “Be a good girl, bunny.”

You give your father’s temple a kiss, pulling back to smile sweetly. Your next words have Aizawa snorting, rolling his eyes far enough into his skull to be painful.

“I always am.”

A bend downwards at the hips frames your ass perfectly, the lace of your panties curls around your pussy tightly, hooking against the lips and showcasing your soft skin. Questions swirl in the bowl of cereal in front of him, all but forgotten as soon as a cup“fell” from your fingers and clattered to the floor. The taste, the smell, the feeling of--

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Aizawa is ripped from the reprehensible desires of his senses to meet your eyes, your form still folded over on itself and displayed for Aizawa in the otherwise empty kitchen. You giggle at his scowl, snapping back up and smoothing out your skirt. Aizawa bites down on the spoon in between his teeth, he swears he can feel his teeth cracking. Better his canines than his will.

This only marks the beginning of a long week for your father’s right-hand man. The proceeding days turn to nights at a snail's pace. The past week has been inching towards disaster with every minute of alone time you could steal with Aizawa.

“Eraser, what are you doing up so late.” Your voice curls around his shoulder, the whine tugging him towards your open bedroom door. It’s late, far too late for you to be up to anything good.

You always like to push your luck, playing a game you know Aizawa won’t let himself win. Pressing firmly against the line but never pointing your heel across. Maintaining your immunity, feigning innocence behind a soft pout. Your appointed guardian isn’t fooled by any honeyed façade you build around his associates. He knows what you are at the core.

He tries to shake off your pull, but the way your voice lilts against the long hallway is magnetic. The past few nights have been the same song and dance, your disarming call to him as he trudges to one of the many guest bedrooms. Every night he gets closer, heavy feet and tense nerves guiding him towards your warm voice. He’s weathering a sea, you’re the siren hell-bent on his drowning.

“I told you not to call me that, little girl.” His response to your wanton call is shallow, the nickname is one he hates the sound of, especially rolling past your lips.

“Do you like what you see?”

Aizawa’s brows set harshly as he looks on to where you lie nestled in pillows and silk. You have nothing but a loose, light pink camisole to cover your body, cotton panties pulled down to your ankles with shameless intent. Your legs are spread wide for your viewer’s pleasure, two fingers brush against your lips, dragging lazily- up and back down.

Aizawa knows what you really are, a petulant brat.

You pull at the soft skin, spreading yourself to unveil the tight, clenching hole. He leans his shoulder against the jam, eyes drinking you in where his body shamefully wishes to be. The groan aching deeply in his chest is not lost on you as your other hand pulls the hem of your shirt upwards to catch in between your teeth.

The soft plush of your breasts bounces slightly, nipples peeking out from the folds of fabric, now fully exposed to the inky-black stare of your voyeur. There’s nothing left to his imagination now, the question that haunts sleepless nights, palming a large hand up and down his cock and imagining something softer and smaller. The picture of what his boss’s precious daughter would look like squirming under him becoming clearer beyond all reason.

Aizawa should turn heel and walk away, he should slam your bedroom door shut and count the days until your father’s return with a measured distance. He should walk away. He should-

A soft whimper drags him from contemplation and back to the writhing succubus center stage. Your fingers move quickly against your aching clit, drawing out babbled pleas to hit harshly against the tall, brooding presence at your door.

“I’ve had about enough of your games, bunny. Your father tasked me to keep you out of trouble, but you are the trouble.” Aizawa’s words hit your ears mockingly, but they sound more like an invitation than a warning, especially as his body inches forward, breaching the threshold of your bedroom inch by inch.

Two fingers slip past your lips, pushing in and drawing back slicked with arousal. You repeat the action, slowly, ensuring the boring set of eyes are trained on where you clench desperately; wanting to put on a good show with your bodyguard in the front row.

Aizawa’s head is swimming, dizzy and drunk. He wants to tear you apart, to lay claim to the twitching prize between your legs. If you struggle around two of your own much smaller fingers, it would be nearly impossible to wrap you around his thick cock.

That is, not without breaking you.

The heated pants escaping you pick up in canter, your audience winding a tight cord with his presence alone. Aizawa is unrelenting in his deep, unblinking stare, stepping towards your bed slowly. Once his body is looming over you, the coil in your stomach has turned into a hair pinned trigger.

“Such a messy little slut. Getting off to the attention aren’t you?” You’re rendered dumb at his comment, Aizawa barely has to press his thumb into your chin before your mouth hangs open. You look up with glassy eyes, fingers sore from working against your pussy, chasing a high you can only imagine how fast Aizawa could steal from you. His expression is as neutral as always, but the despondency doesn’t quite shadow the fire burning in his eyes. You watch him lean forward slightly, a string of saliva falling downward to land against your tongue. His spit feels hot, you can taste the remnants of cigar and mint gum as you swallow.

You come undone in a litany of cries, pleading with your captor. His hold is passive as he looks at you, watching you cum against your fingers, the squelching sounds make his mouth dry. The only source of hydration is at the apex of your thighs. Visions flash before his eyes, images of what the curve of your breasts look like as he’s buried tongue deep, lapping you up post-orgasm and pushing you over once more for good measure.

Aizawa retreats, lest he pulls you against his mouth while your cunt is still pulsating, he needs to escape before your knees are pressed to your shoulders. He slams your door closed harshly, leaving you with the taste of his contempt for you on your bottom lip.

You’re quick to sleep, body falling into the warmth of unconsciousness coupled with dreams of what a certain set of fingers would feel like against you. How the scars and calluses would brush against your most intimate inches of spongy flesh, how he would stretch you.

You can almost feel the soreness in between your legs and the heavy slap of something against your stomach. You can almost remember the whispered confessional swimming in the back of your head, the soft grunts from above your sleeping form. As sunlight stretches across your sleep-stiff body, your hand trails down over your naked skin, maybe you aren’t the only one playing games this week.

You could have almost sworn you had gone to sleep with panties on.

The car ride to your father’s bar was filled with unflattering tension. You had protested in vain that going with Aizawa wasn’t necessary, but had been met with a dismissive, “I don’t trust you to behave.”

“I’m not a child, Eraser. I don’t see why I couldn’t just sit at home.” You wobble behind your escort, heeled boots clacking against the gravel.

As you enter the building, a young mop of violet hair flanks Aizawa down with a stack of papers. The man is nameless to you but is familiar enough to be assumed under your father’s thumb.

Aizawa looks over the document’s now held in front of him with care, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp dress shirt as his eyes scan the pages. You note the shimmering silvered skin of a scar under his left eye, pronounced by the harsh lighting surrounding you. His hair is held up partially by a tie, the loose strands framing his face.

“Are you listening to me, little girl?” You're snapped back from watching his mouth curling around syllables to actually make out what they’ve been saying.

“Go sit down, I’ll only be a few minutes.” You nod along and turn to perch at the bar, but stop at the grip pulling you back for one final order. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”

Aizawa leaves you to stew in the subtle brush of his pointer finger against the tender skin of your wrist, he rubs the skin subtly before disappearing to the back rooms.

The minutes ticking by are agonizing. Aizawa, usually the epitome of brief, has been gone long enough for the condensation on your glass to mar the wood below it in countless ringlets. You twirl the straw against the strawberry liquor, willing time to crank by faster with the action. The drink in your veins isn’t nearly enough to get you drunk but does make the opening of the front door unnoticeable.

Your back is facing the heavy wood, unaware of the two strangers now approaching until the curdling sound of one man’s voice hits the shell of your ear.

“Well, well, look what we have here. Why don’t I buy you a drink, princess?” Each man steals one of your sides, enclosing you into a tight, predatory huddle.

“This is my bar. I don’t need you to buy me anything.” You try to shake off the nauseating feeling of their bodies so close to you, gut twisting uncomfortably as one man’s breath crawls across your shoulder blades. They’re both so close. Too close.

“Wow, this little kitty cat’s got some claws, don’t she?” You feel hands curl around each bicep, a bruising grip right below your armpits. Your body is hoisted up, your balance off at the jarring upheaval.

Possible escape routes flash across your mind but all seem impossible. Would trying to shake off the still faceless strangers even work? And even if you sprung free, would you make it to the back office before they caught up? Should you try to scream? Would Aizawa hear you?

Before you can make any moves, you feel the flat side of a knife at your collarbone. A chill rattles down your spine at the contact, two inches of metal keeping your entire body compliant.

Their intent is clear, you’ll be coming with them, and by the sharp point of a blade digging into the first layer of skin-- you’ll be coming quietly.

A mixture of shock and disbelief compels your body into compliance, dragging you to the front door and closer towards an awaiting trunk.

“Your carriage, princess.” You hear the shorter man on your right, his voice at your neck sounds waterlogged through the blood rushing in your ears. Any protests die at the knife against your skin, digging in shallowly and pricking a small trail of red along your clavicle.

A sharp snap sounds behind you, like a piece of thin wood under a heavy boot. One of your captors falls in a pile next to you. You’re turned around to meet a familiar pair of venomous, black eyes, Aizawa’s words roll from his tongue with a growl.

You’re pulled at the wrist, stumbling back into the strong chest of your appointed bodyguard.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my bunny?”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

#aizawa smut #aizawa x reader smut #aizawa x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #shouta aizawa #tw: somnophilia #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: weapons

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makeste · 3 years ago

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BnHA 321 Scattered Placeholder Reactions

YOU GUYS, SO I READ CHAPTER 321 AND IT WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING AND I LEGIT ALMOST CRIED IT WAS AMAZING. but also I should have mentioned this earlier, but I’m actually out of town this weekend enjoying a family gathering (we’re all vaccinated thankfully) so I probably will not be able to do my reaction post until a few days from now when I get back. possibly not until Wednesday; I will try to get it up sooner but there’s a lot going on so I can’t make any promises. in the meantime here are my quick takeaways:

IIDA IS A GODDAMN KING AND I HOPE FANDOM IS GIVING HIM THE RESPECT AND STANNING THAT HE DESERVES. also this feels like such a big moment for him that I’m almost worried it means he won’t get as big of a role in the final battle because it feels like it’s gonna be impossible to top this as far as his character development goes. this might be the peak right here. but man what a moment.

I can’t fucking believe Horikoshi sent Kirishima off to go babysit the U.A. Traitor Squad and didn’t give him his moment with Deku, he better fucking get a make-up moment later. that ain’t fair.

on the other hand, speaking of people who got Moments with Deku, Mineta’s was absolutely fantastic and Horikoshi didn’t even do anything to ruin it afterwards, that was great. just leave Mineta on this setting for the rest of the manga and we’re good man.

I have like zero clue what happened in this chapter fight-wise lmao but it seemed like a callback to the plan that saved Kacchan in Kamino so that was nice!! always love a good callback.

the fight is absolutely not over lol. don’t know if anyone is thinking it is. but it��s not. even if you’re not a DvK3 Truther like me you at least have to acknowledge that Ochako and Shouto didn’t get nearly enough focus yet either. these last few Top Tier Deku Friends are all probably going to get their own chapters and moments just like Iida. Horikoshi's just gonna run us through this gauntlet of friendship and tears whether we are emotionally prepared for it or not. (I am Not.)

having said that, to everyone who insisted Two’s speech was about Everyone And Not Just Kacchan, you all called it. but yeah I’m still sticking to my DvK3 guns though lol, especially since my predictions tend to pan out better long-term as opposed to when I make reactionary Adjusted Predictions chapter by chapter.

also speaking of my ability to make everything about Kacchan somehow, these last few chapters have had a ton of tiny IidaBaku moments and it’s time we all stopped sleeping on this ship you guys. it’s about fucking time Horikoshi.

BUT THE IIDADEKU REIGNED SUPREME THIS WEEK FOR SURE, AND OMG. AND DEKU CRIED!! AND IIDA CRIED!! AND I CRIED??!!? AND THE “STICKING YOUR NOSE INTO OTHER PEOPLE’S BUSINESS” CALLBACK NO BUT DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW LONG I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT. THESE ARE PREMIUM FEELS RIGHT HERE, goddamn. we are blessed.

anyway so that’s it for now! I gotta go shower before my niece steals the bathroom lol.

#bnha 321 #iida tenya #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #also you guys I saw the volume 31 cover and !!!!!#will have to set some time aside to do a post about that at least because holy damn

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jadequeen88 · 4 years ago

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A Waitress’ Worst Nightmare

A/N: Written for the BNHA Degeneracy 9-5 collab! THIS IS 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: TW.sexual harassment, TW.oral(recieving), TW.degredation TW.nipple play, TW.Mommy kink

Pairing: busboy!Keigo, linecook!Dabi, f!waitress!Reader

You’re a college student just trying to get by. The biggest worry you should have right now is if you had enough time to finish that psych paper or when you were going to meet up with your calculus study group. Instead, you’ve got a much larger problem facing you...A problem that has permeated through every aspect of your life. Your coworkers were Grade-A-Assholes who decided making your life miserable was on the top of their to do lists.

You thought waitressing at the 24/7 diner downtown would be a breeze. Money was tight and since you were 21 and almost done with your undergrad, you wanted a little more financial independence. Little did you know when the owner hired you that you’d have to work alongside the two biggest shitheads in the city.

First there’s Keigo. To the untrained eye, he could almost seem charming. But you found out pretty quickly what a dick he was. He was working as a “busboy”, but in reality he didn’t do anything but flirt with every woman within his field of vision. Keigo would leave the tables a mess until there wasn’t a clean one left in your station and you’d be forced to do his job for him.

“What, babe? Stop getting your panties in a twist. I’m real busy these days. You know I’m practically running this place now.”

Oh yeah. How could you forget? He took every opportunity to remind you of that fact. Keigo’s dad happened to be buddies with the owner, garnering a sense of trust with the old man. He slowly weaseled his way into running day-to-day operations while the elderly owner stayed home most days.

Although the diner needed another busboy to pick up his slack, Keigo refused to tell the boss to hire another. You overheard a phone conversation between Keigo and your boss just last night:

“Nah, boss. We’ve got it covered here. No need to hire another busboy. The waitresses are just finding reasons to nag. Women, am I right?”

You were fuming.

***

As bad as Keigo was, his friend Dabi was exponentially worse. The line cook was, without a doubt, a drug dealer. The only motive he could possibly have for working there is having a place to do business with his “customers”(and of course, to help Keigo make your life a living hell). It clearly wasn’t because he needed the money since you’d seen his “friends” slip him generous wads of cash when they stopped by the restaurant. If cleaning up Keigo’s messes sucked, trying to put in customer’s orders with Dabi was pure torture.

“Eggs over easy instead of scrambled? I dunno, Princess. Sounds like it’ll be a pain in my ass. Whatcha gonna give me if I do it?”

Then he’d lick his lips with his long pierced tongue, leering at you over the counter. Gag... You wondered if that ever actually worked in his favor.

One semi-decent thing you can say about Keigo is that he’d never actually laid a finger on you. The same can’t be said for Dabi. You learned after your first day to wear shorts under the skirt of your uniform. You were behind the counter slicing lemons when he took his spatula and lifted the hem of your skirt. Before you realized what he was doing, he was calling out to his partner in crime.

“Fuuuuuck, Kei! Look at the ass on the new girl!”

You wondered what was going on until you felt a breeze and realized it was your ass that was on display. You’d slapped the spatula away and straightened your skirt, but not before they both got an eyeful of your black, lace panties. You cried for ten minutes in the bathroom after your shift that day.

***

The day you’d been dreading was finally upon you. No, it wasn’t a big test or project due... You had to ask off work for your cousin’s wedding. That meant dealing with Keigo (who was now in charge of making the schedule each week).

You squared your shoulders and went over what you would say over, and over in your head so you wouldn’t stumble over your words when you had to face him.

“I need to have Saturday off for my cousin’s wedding. I can work the Sunday morning shift instead.”

This was repeated on a loop in your brain as you walked down the darkened corridor towards the office. You let out a long sigh and gently rapped your knuckles against the wooden frame. The sound of shuffling and muffled voices seeped through the thin faux wood and a moment later, the door swung inward. The thick cloud of smoke and strong, skunky smell almost knocked you flat on your ass. Instead of seeing Keigo alone working on the schedule, you saw that he and Dabi were hotboxing in the small office.

Knowing they were back here getting high while you closed the diner by yourself was the last straw. You slam the door behind you and stomp forward to lean over the desk Keigo was propped up behind.

“Listen you shit heads!” you slammed you fists on the desk knocking over a jar of pens. “I am so fucking sick of slaving away in this shit hole while you two get high and fuck off back here. You’re going to let me have Saturday off or I swear to Christ, I’m calling the boss and spilling my guts! About the weed, the drug deals, the snarky remarks, the groping, EVERYTHING! I’ve had enough!”

There was a moment of silence then the two of them burst into a fit of laughter. In a blind fit of rage, you leap across the desk and grab Keigo by the throat. When you made contact and squeezed as hard as your small hand would allow, a whimper escaped his throat and his eyes rolled back.

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you gripped your fingers tightly again to see if you could pull any more sounds from him. He didn’t disappoint. This time it was a whimper followed by him nervously mumbling.

“Heh, Kid... Seriously, knock it off. This shit isn’t funny.”

Your eyes traveled down the front of his body and when they landed on the crotch of his baggy khakis, your suspicions were confirmed. This loser who acted like a certified pussy-slayer popped a boner just from you choking him.

You leaned in close to his face, using this as your chance to get revenge for all the hell he had put you through. “Aww little Keigo... Not used to being roughed up?” you cooed. “Dumb little baby Keigo...I bet if I kept this up, you’d come in your pants like a dirty slut, wouldn’t you?”

You felt movement over your shoulder and heard a deep chuckle. “Dude you’re so pathe-”

Dabi gasped as you grabbed him by the crotch with your free hand and squeezed. He was already hard. You met his eyes and see panic etched across his features. A sadistic grin spread across your mouth as you tightened your grip. His head fell back and let out a whimper almost as needy as Keigo’s.

“You’re both going to do exactly what I say or I swear, I will tell every girl you ever try to speak to what a couple of pathetic virgins you two are...”

***

“Ungh! Plea-please... Harder! I... I need more!”

*SMACK*

Your hand lands hard across the blonde’s face, drawing a pathetic whimper from his throat. He thrust his weeping cock along your shin whimpering, craving more pressure to relieve his suffering.

“You don’t get to tell me what you need, Keigo. Shut your fucking mouth and be grateful you get this much.”

You throw your head back against the office chair and hum as Dabi eats your cunt like it’s his last meal.

“Mmm... See Keigo? See what a good boy Dabi is being? He knows his stupid mouth is only meant for one thing... Making Mommy’s pussy feel good.”

The praise causes the dark haired man between your thighs to moan into your clit sending a pulse of pleasure through your lower body. The ball of his piercing circles your clit and you feel the familiar ache of an impending orgasm begin to tighten in your belly.

Keigo starts shoving Dabi away from you with a growl. “This is bullshit! I haven’t even had a chance yet!”

Dabi elbows him, ”Fuck off Kei! I almost had her finished off!”

Furious from being jerked back from the edge of your orgasm, you grab a fist full of blonde hair in one hand and black in the other. You pull their flushed faces up to look you in the eye.

“If you want to come at all, you will shut...the fuck...up... and get me off. Now”

Dabi wasted no time in diving back into your dripping slit, panting heavily while he ran his pierced tongue in and out of your swollen entrance. Keigo attacked your neck, whimpering as he planted sloppy kisses down your collarbone until his tongue was licking long stripes up you clothed nipple.

“I think you can do a little better than that, baby,’ you cooed into Keigo’s messy blonde tresses, sweetly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He took that as his cue to remove the clothing between your hardening bud and his hot, wet tongue.

Keigo latched onto your nipple, nursing it with vigor while he gently grazed his fingertips over the other. You heard him mumble something into the soft swell of your breast.

“Speak up,” you pull him away from your nipple with a pop, “I didn’t catch that...”

“I-I said... I...”

Your attention was drawn to the man between your legs as he began to suck down hard on your clit. The hand you had wrapped in Keigo’s hair tightened causing him to cry out.

“Mommy! Please! Wanna be your good boy! Wanna make Mommy come...” He sobs as he starts frantically licking and sucking your neglected nipple. This pushes you over the edge and your long awaited orgasm rushes over you.

After you come down from your high, you push them off and begin getting dressed while the two men you left on the floor look up at you with wide eyes.

Dabi, still panting from eating you so vigorously, chokes out a little half sob.

“But.. where are you goin? We did what you asked!”

“Yeah babe! what the fuck!”

You eyed both men and let the tension hang in the air before turning and walking to the door.

“Give me the whole weekend off. Then we’ll arrange something Monday,” you look over your shoulder, “As long as you don’t piss me off before then..”

You walk out of the office with the biggest grin you’ve had in a long time and feeling a lot more relaxed. Maybe this job was going to turn out better than you expected.

#bnha dabi #bnha smut #dabi x you #hawks x y/n #tw mommy kink #bnha eijiro kirishima #mha hawks #mha x reader #bnha reader insert #jade writes smut

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tommybaholland · 3 years ago

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top bnha characters + their favorite movie with female leads to watch with their s/o

featuring: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, jiro, shinso, amajiki, hado, and dabi

here are the top 10 bnha characters based on the interest poll from last month, again listed in no particular order. obviously i haven’t seen every female (character) led movie ever made but hopefully these are accurate enough! enjoy. x

midoriya -> captain marvel: he’s a huge fan of superhero movies in general, but captain marvel is his favorite female character from the mcu. not only does she have great humor but he feels like he can relate to her as well. her powers were given to her and are somewhat similar to his. she struggles with her own humanity and has several flaws but he finds comfort in the fact that that doesn’t mean she won’t be a great hero.

bakugo -> the hunger games: he likes the general concept of an annual fight to the death that is celebrated across a society annually. obviously he thinks that he would win if he were a chosen tribute. he hates peeta, actually he hates how the first movie ends and thinks cato should’ve won. then you ask him what he would do if you were also in the games with him which leaves him stumped but he believes he could think of something more creative.

todoroki -> howl’s moving castle: we’ve established that he’s a studio ghibli buff and while there are a lot of female protagonists in those movies, the story of this particular one hits different for him. the idea of finding a long-lost love is beautiful and heartwarming. he likes to think that he met you somewhere in his past and had finally found you again, giving him a chance to say, “there you are, sweetheart. sorry, i’m late. i’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

kirishima -> little women: he doesn’t really understand why they’re called ‘little women’ despite it being mentioned in the movie but he’s up for reading the book after watching for the first time. he cries his eyes out at jo’s monologue about her yearning to be loved every time. the first time you watched it together he decided to confess his love for you all over again and that he never wants you to feel lonely again.

kaminari -> the house bunny: it’s not hard to guess why he likes this movie so much. it’s irreverent, got good one-liners in it, and features playboy bunnies. you like to tease him by shielding his eyes away from the visually mature scenes that he’s always so eager to see. he’s also very fascinated by american college life and dreams of throwing a super epic party except everyone has a quirk so it’ll be ten times more lit. whenever you go out to dinner together and there’s mahi mahi on the menu, you’ll recite shelley’s infamous line and it never fails to make him laugh.

jiro -> juno: good soundtrack, deadpan humor, elliot page, and really heartfelt; what more could you ask for?? this is a movie that you two like to revisit every now and then simply because it was the first movie you watched together as a couple. she likes to tease you by saying that your relationship is like juno and paulie, in which you are paulie. it’s funny but you both agree that there are similarities between you two and the characters so it’s just more reason to love each other.

shinso -> ocean’s 8: next to horror movies, he also really enjoys films with complicated heists, something that makes you feel so satisfied when you find out how it all works. you think it’s ironic yet admirable that he likes watching movies involving seemingly impossible heists when he has a power that gives him instant gratification. he’s flattered by your observation but will counter by saying that he’ll be smart enough to stop heists like these as a hero.

amajiki -> mulan: it’s entertaining, fun, and empowering. he feels inspired by the bravery of mulan to fight in a war but he also likes when you sing the songs to him. you once asked him what he would do or say if you wanted to go fight in war if he was not able to. he cannot lie and said that he’d worry like crazy about you even though you have great strength and ability but he’d never stop you from doing what you think is right and worth fighting for because he already knows that you would do the same for him.

hado -> aquamarine: she seems like she liked to play mermaids when she was younger so this is the movie for her. she thinks it’s interesting that eighth graders present themselves as masters of love. nonetheless, she enjoys the overall message that love can be found everywhere. she always makes you dance with her during the island in the sun scene. she talks about going on a trip with you to australia where they shot the movie so you can play mermaids together.

dabi -> jennifer’s body: he used to find it dumb and pointless but honestly, he thinks the make out scene between needy and jennifer is pretty hot. one time you asked him what he would do if you died and was possessed to eat men and he tells you that he probably wouldn’t taste too good. however, he likes to playfully bite your neck and tell you that you’re delicious.

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babymilkawa · 3 years ago

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Hello! I’ve been having really bad panic attacks lately, and for some reason, loud noises like fireworks, thunder, and motorcycle engines seem to trigger them :(

Can you do some comfort headcannons with Todoroki for a friend or s/o with a fear of loud and echo-y noises?

If it’s too difficult to write, that’s okay

- 🍓

ofc!! I rly hope this is ok 🍓anon 🥺💕

s/o with phonophobia headcanons with:

todoroki shoto

gn!reader :)

phonophobia -> fear of loud noises

yukata -> traditional attire

geta -> traditional shoes

he had no idea about it until a school festival was being planned and everyone was getting excited about the fireworks show

“yes!! We get to wear our yukata and put our hair up!!” cried the girls

everyone was excitedly discussing about what food they should bring and todoroki turned to you, expecting you to be chattering about it as well

but you were talking to aizawa

walking up to you, he heard his teacher say “alright y/n I understand.”

“Hmm? What was that about?” He asked, after you’ve sat back down in ur own seat

“Oh..I just, I’ll be busy that day.”

“You’re not going?”

with a nod from you, todoroki found himself a little disappointed

he wanted to go to the festival with you as this was your first as a couple

but if you had other plans, there was nothing you could do about it

you, sensing he was looking a little droopy, tried to quickly come up with another plan

“uh but!! I can probably stay for the first half!”

“ok, we can get some food and maybe catch the fireworks.”

mmm how do u tell him...

looking at u, todoroki saw u had a slightly distressed look on your face

did he say something?

“Um, i think I can only stay for the food,” you said.

“Oh, you don’t want to see the fireworks?”

“not...really...”

he was a little confused now. “Do you not like them?” He couldn’t think of a single person who didn’t but maybe this was something new that he was learning about you

you slowly shook your head, eyes trained to the ground

“I don’t like how they sound,” you barely get it out. your boyfriend leans in and asks you to repeat it again.

“they’re loud,” you said, but still in the same volume.

he seemed to understand immediately and nods. “We can leave right when the fireworks start, how’s that? They start at 9 pm.”

So it was settled, you’d have all the fun with him at the booths then the two of you would leave to spend time alone before the fireworks started

the day of, everyone was in their hand-me-down yukata and geta were clicking and clacking on the concrete. Lanterns were lit and the smell of food invitingly wafted around the booths.

you and todoroki were stuffed full by the time you had to leave

looking at his watch, you saw that it was just 8:30 pm. You could still stay for a little more.

you and todoroki went to two different booths to buy food quicker. he was in the booth next to yours to purchase taiyaki with red bean filling. and you had just thanked the vendor for the takoyaki when a loud boom echoed around

the sudden burst made you jump and drop your food

all around you, people were ooohing and aaahing at the firework display above but all you could do was gather all your belongings and run the opposite way

“y/n! Wait!” after quickly paying the vendor, todoroki ran after you in a hurry

he finally caught up to you and the first thing he saw was your distressed look, and you looked like you were having difficulty breathing.

putting everything on a nearby bench, he looked at you in your eyes and said, “hey, I’m here. Just look at me and breathe.”

He wanted nothing more than to just wrap you in his arms as the summer breeze flew by, but right now, you had to breathe

after a few minutes, you seemed to calm down

The two of you were far from the festival now, the sound of fireworks being muffled

“sorry,” you gasped out.

“What for? U didn’t do anything.” His hands were on your shoulders and he used that to pull you closer. he had labor breathing too after chasing after you.

“Guess they started the fireworks early...or I got the time wrong. Sorry...”

You shook your head against him. It wasn’t his fault

“Thank you,” you whispered. Hand stroking your hair, he whispered back, “anything, love.”

a/n: fun fact, ppl are actually born afraid of loud noises and falling. The other fears are just caused by your surroundings

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tangerinetangerinetangerine · 2 years ago

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⚠️MAJOR BNHA MANGA CH. 362/363 SPOILER⚠️

okay so i read the newest chapters a couple of days ago (bcs i’ve been slacking and haven’t been keeping up with the updates) and i have to get smth off my chest: i am so mad and upset, but also so so so impressed.

if horikoshi killed katsuki off in the beginning of the series— maybe after his fight with izuku where he cries or even before that— it would’ve been sad still (he’s so young) but not as impactful. he gave katsuki a whole arc: he stopped being a bully, started being more considerate of other people’s feelings, made actual friends instead of shitty ‘lackies’ or whatever, reflected on his past experiences/actions and started expressing his emotions more clearly, protected izuku with his body (smth he valued almost egotistically before) and even had a heart-to-heart with izuku where he apologized for everything he’s ever done to hurt the aforementioned. katsuki is such a 3-dimensional character; if you asked a reader how katsuki would react in a certain situation, they would have an answer for every version of him throughout his arc. he is extremely loved by the fandom, to the point that there are analyses of his behaviour in certain scenes and multiple ships of him with other characters. he is a main character, through and through.

to kill him so late into the series is such a terrible, incredible move. it’s almost as if we, the readers, feel the same grief as the other characters in the story. “he was so young, so passionate,” we think, “it’s not fair; he just got his redemption.” it makes us angry at horikoshi’s decision and at the same time, dejected from the loss of our dear bakugou katsuki, a character that is a living-breathing-feeling person in our hearts. we can already imagine how izuku is going to react: we can imagine what everyone’s reactions will be, bcs we know his relationships with the other character like the back of our hands and we have seen him hurt before. he has immense depth, and for him to die at the peak of the war has such a large influence on not only the situation and the people inside the book— his friends and family and teachers— but on the people outside, on us too. it feels as if we too lost a student, a relative, a friend.

whether he actually dies or is revived at the end (both of which would work in my opinion, but i’d be madder if it were the former), it is such an impactful death. it feels like smth i’ll never recover from. it took a whole day for me to regain my strength after i read that chapter, and all i could think about during this time were two things: “i am so goddamn angry but also so incredibly depressed” and “i wish i could write such an incredible scene.”

any bookworm (or even TV/movie-watcher) knows that a death is so much worse when we know and love them. it feels personal. and horikoshi wrote it so well, it twisted my world on its axis.

maybe people have different opinions on this (which is completely okay! i am one of the least qualified people to talk abt quality of writing of any kind), but this is just what i believe and felt after reading ch. 362-363. :,)

ALSO the fact that horikoshi showed us katsuki’s parents going ‘that boy hates rain’ right as he died should be illegal. THE ALL MIGHT CARD TOO— bye.

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writingssummit · 4 years ago

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 !

haikyuu as dads!

find the mha version here - bnha as dads !

content: fluff, the boys with children. mentions pregnancy. aged up!

characters: bokuto, daichi, sugawara, lev, and kuroo.

a/n: i’ve been feeling very soft and even though i don’t even really like kids lol, this prompt make me so warm and happy :’) keep in mind that I’m not super far into haikyuu, so i don’t know a lot about the timeskip- sorry !! also a bit messy and unorganized.

so without further ado, here are some soft scenarios and headcanons for each :D

bokuto !

Pleaseeee, we all know he’d be such a good dad!!

You’re tired? Don’t worry, he can watch them while you rest!

Can and WILL play with them for hours.

And of course, he has the energy to keep them preoccupied. This man has more energy than I ever will on 2 cups of coffee with 3 shots of espresso in each.

Mans probably would want a bigger family, but of course as long as you were fine with it.

Thinking maybe 3+. He just wants to have that big family to share with you :’) aww

When you’re pregnant, he’s all over you. Protective to the point of it being a little overwhelming, but he means well.

Pokes your belly a little. Not harshly, but in a loving, gentle way.

“That’s my baby. Right in there.”

Probably cries a little when your baby bump shows.

More so during your first pregnancy, but he still holds that same emotion with the others.

He does NOT know what to do the first time.

“THEY’RE CRYING, Y/N WHAT DO WE DO??”

When the kid/s start getting older, oh lord. He’s such a sucker for them.

Probably gives them ice cream or sneaks candy when you aren’t in the room, even though IT’S ALMOST TIME FOR BED.

I’m sorry, but he cannot and will not be able to help with homework. I’m sorry but it’s true.

If your kid/s have a passion, he’s 100% for it.

Dance? He’ll go to all of the recitals he can make. Volleyball? Even better. Writing? He’ll sit in front of them and have them read it out to him like it’s a bedtime story.

I don’t think he’d be a good cook, so whenever he takes over for dinner, everyone is like “Oh no. Dad’s cooking again.”

Overall, 100/10 dad. Supportive, and does his best. Good boyo <3

daichi !

I think he’d be a good dad too :D

He was kind of just a natural father, so it’s expected.

I think that he originally wanted to bring up the topic of kids to you at some point, but he was hesitant since he didn’t know if you were ready.

So of course, you beat him to the conversation.

He’s very happy that you want to start a family too. :)

I think he’d want a smaller family, maybe 1-2 kids.

When you test positive, he’s kind of in shock for a moment.

“We’re going to have a kid-”

Like duh lmao he put it in you

Definitely calls Suga up to tell him the news.

Is actually very interested in shopping for a baby. He needs a few pointers but he’s got the enthusiasm, so A for effort bby

He’s decently used to having a small child running around him screaming, he had little siblings so yeah

Has a bit more structure than bokuto, but he’s still able to break.

He’d do damn near anything for his kid/s.

He has his moments where he wants to spend alone time with just you.

Decent homework helper, but I feel like he’d be that one parent who goes “This wasn’t how I was taught to do this”, or “Why did they change that??”

Again again, supportive dad.

But also supportive of you <3

sugawara !

Being a teacher, he’s surrounded by kids all the time.

Basically, he is also used to having screaming children within his vicinity

I could never omg how do you do that Suga

At first he didn’t put much thought into a family, he and you were content just the two of you. Also. CHILDREN HE TEACHES.

But something just switches in his brain, probably after he had a really wholesome moment with a student, or maybe even just witnessing a parent + student interaction.

He’s like, “I kind of want that..”

Another small fam kinda guy <3

Suga brings it up, and you’re all for it, you’ve been wanting to start a family with him.

He’s so excited and happy!! oml :’)

Like, he finally gets to start a whole new chapter of your lives together he hadn’t really thought about until now.

When you get a baby bump, he plants soft kisses to your tummy and talks gently to it.

My heart ksjshd

This will be a nightly occurrence now.

He is reading all those articles for raising kids. He’s also at your beck and call, even the baby’s.

He just wants everything for the baby, they end up being a huge daddy’s kid.

Late nights after the kid/s go to bed is prime time for you both.

You enjoy being together after a long day, you snuggle up together in your bed, maybe drink some wine later.

PLEASE. Breakfasts in bed. He and the kid/s will TOTALLY MAKE YOU B in B.

So proud of your kid/s. Has pictures in frames on his desk at school, and when his students ask, he has plenty of stories to tell.

Knows when something is off. Like, he can just tell-

Kid is sad? He’s there. Tissues, ice cream, take them out somewhere.

Probably a teaser.

You already know he gets himself and that kid/those kids into mischief.

“Shhh, don’t tell mom!”

He has deep conversations with them. He cares a lot.

He just loves them <3

10/10

kuroo !

it’ssss kuroo time babyyy

He definitely wanted kids. Strikes me as the guy who just knew, as soon as you got married.

When that test came up positive, he had a dorky smirk on his face.

He’s very proud to know you will have his kid.

This dude is always checking up on you. Morning sickness? He’s there to hold your hair back.

Feeling clingy or upset? Wraps his arms around you.

Lazy pats on your stomach when it’s late.

Why does he seem like he’d play mozart around you because he read somewhere that fetsuses liked that

Sir please we don’t need to listen to Alla Turca (Allegretto) for 12 hours straight

He’s 100000/10 homework helper. Mans is smart af, it’s not even surprising.

“I forgot how smart you were”

“Shut up”

You both are probably so mushy with each other that your kid/s are like “Ew gross”

He encourages and pushes them to do their best.

Helps them find what they’re passionate about. <3

Dad jokes. I’m serious.

“Please stop, dad!”

“One more, one more-”

Enjoys making them suffer with terrible jokes.

In a nice way of course.

lev !

saved the funny one for last!

Okay maybe not super funny, but I had fun writing this

He and you did NOT plan to get pregnant. At ALL.

“Lev the test is positive”

“Wh-WHAT?”

Promptly falls off of chair.

Like this dude was not ready for that information

Tbh he would make even me anxious about it

“..do I have to give them the talk?”

Lev please it hurts me

As soon as he gets used to it though, he’s excited like he usually is.

But this is different. This is a whole HUMAN.

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad, Y/N?”

“Do you want me to be honest?”

Jkjk that was a joke.

I think Lev has the potential to be a good dad. He’s energetic, passionate and dumb, but in a good way <3

Sorry again, no homework help with him LMAO

Your kid will probably be tall. Or at least average height.

After the original surprise pregnancy, he wants to try again but when you both are actually ready.

He would totally take these kids out everywhere. A show off dad for sure

“Hey, did you know my kid did xyz?”

“Look, here’s a picture!”

Lev we get it you love your kids

He would love to have a volleyball loving kid I feel like, but he wouldn’t be too disappointed if they didn’t like it. Would probably propose other sports though, he always loved playing himself, even if it was only volleyball so he wants them to have the same good experiences

If he’s watching the kids while you’re shopping, he doesn’t really know how the first few times- even though you left him A LIST.

Probably then calls his friends up for advice

If it comes down to it...consults WikiHow

and that’s it!! hope you enjoyed, some were harder to write but yk what- i had fun :D as much as i am suga brainrot i literally had a hard time writing his section :’(

but anyways yuh B)

asks/requests are open ! check yay’s and nay’s in basics for this blog !

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu as dads #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara x reader #lev haiba x reader #lev haiba imagine #kuroo imagine #daichi x reader #daichi imagine #sugawara imagine #lev imagine

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gemstoneconstellations · 5 years ago

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omgggg can you share ur list of things you’ve read ? 😭 i feel like i’ve hit rock bottom thinking i’ve read everything

Alright, here we go, these are a few of my favorite reader-inserts I have saved on my AO3:

Multi Ships (collection of one shots/love triangles)

Dear Diary: Bakugo VS Midoriya VS Todoroki. Reader had her heart broken by Bakugo, moves on and develops feelings for Midoriya that might be mutual?, and now Bakugo likes reader but is a fucking dick about it and Midoriya is an oblivious green bean. Meanwhile Todoroki is just a sweety, acting like a real friend and being there for reader during the drama (that he sometimes causes). Angst alert, just pure angst. I love it as much as i want to pull out all my hair cause of these idiot children. (Wordcount: 77415 Status: Incomplete)

The Void You Left Behind: Past Kirishima/Reader, Bakugo/Reader. Reader was married to Kirishima who sadly died while on the job. Bakugo and reader mourn together and help each other to move on. The grief in this was so realistic and well done, you will feel like you were hit by a truck. I cried and had to take breaks. (Wordcount: 71016 Status: Complete)

Million Reasons: Past Bakugo/reader, Midoriya/Reader. Bakugo and reader were married, but Bakugo (a total dick) cheats on reader and was abusive towards reader who ends up leaving him, changing jobs, and now working for the current number one hero Deku. Warning: Domestic violence, abusive and manipulative behavior. (Wordcount: 55693 Status: Incomplete)

MULT-FANDOM COLLECTION (my-american-hero): Multiple story collection, not just bnha. Author’s tumblr account.

BNHA College Reader Inserts series: 5 works, all in college. Really like the Bakugo/Reader centric fics in this one, reader doesn’t take his shit. (Wordcount total of all works: 62691 Status: Series incomplete, but only one of the works isn’t complete.)

Baby no Hero Academia: Multiple stories of our favorite characters being parents. (Wordcount: 72822 Status: incomplete)

My Hero Academia Images: multi story collection. If you like these, look at the other works by this author. Some are choose your own route stories with different endings for each ship. (Wordcount: 240426 Status: incomplete)

My hero academia one-shots!: smutty and fluffy one shots with multiple characters. (Wordcount: 155424 Status: complete)

Boku no Hero Academia One-Shots/Imagines~! (lady-Bakuhoe): one-shot collection. Didn’t realize right away that I had been reading lady-bakuhoe’s stuff for months on AO3. (Wordcount: 39963 Status: complete)

Ship Centric:

Bakugo/Reader

Bakugou, Katsuki ( Alpha!Bakugou ; Omegaverse )(AO3 Link) (Tumblr Link): Smut one-shot, omegaverse, alpha/omega, daddy kink. (Wordcount: 5087)

Wolves Among Us: I’m pretty sure everyone knows this one, still putting it down. Werewolf!Bakugo x Human!Reader, Fantasy AU. (Wordcount: 334465 Status: Incomplete)

Bakugou Household: Domestic Bakugo just being the best dad. (Wordcount: 37867 Status: incomplete)

Types of Love: A bunch of one-shots about different types of love with Bakugo as the center subject. (Wordcount: 10243 Status: Complete)

Sex is a learning, even for shitheads.: Porn with Plot. Focuses on the evolution of the relationship between reader and Bakugo and their sex lives together, from first learning how to do the sex and controlling quirks during to exploring kinks, likes and dislikes. (Wordcount: 73453 Status: Complete)

Speak (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader): Soulmate Au- first words tattooed on body. Reader isnt too thrilled about the resident gremlin of 1-A is her soulmate. Smut included. (Wordcount: 153848 Status: Complete)

Knockout: I just started this one today, but I like it so far. Underground kickboxer au, kickboxer!Bakugo meets card girl!reader. (Wordcount: 85297 Status: complete)

His Tyranny: Fantasy au. Barbarian King Bakugo is power hungry, looking for anything to boost his strength, takes reader, a girl with a strong and dangerous magical ability, from the tower she was locked away in. (Wordcount: 76038 Status: complete)

Dakimakura: Bakugo develops a crush. Porn with plot. (Wordcount: 48657 Status: Complete)

Secret Admirer: Reader leaves Bakugo love letters. Things get steamy when reader gets caught. (Wordcount: 2278 Status: complete)

Kirishima/Reader

How to get a boyfriend?: Reader is Bakugo’s little sister and wants a boyfriend, she has her eyes set on her brother’s manly best friend. (Wordcount: 22431 Status: complete)

A Helping Hand (author’s tumblr https://thetrashyartwitch.tumblr.com/): No quirk au. Reader wants to better herself by going to the gym and develops a crush on Kirishima who was just being himself and being kind to reader. This gets a gold star from me, I read this over and over and I still love it so much. (Wordcount: 5707 Status: complete, one-shot)

Rising Sun (Btw, don’t bug the author about updating, they already get hounded about this one and other fics. The wait will be worth it.): Fantasy au and arrange marriage between princess!reader and dragon!Kirishima. Reader is in an entirely new environment and culture, getting to know her new kingdom and husband. (Wordcount: 14667 Status: incomplete)

Crimison|Ink (Kirishima x Reader) : I know I posted about this one before, but I will post about this again. I read this so many times, I have it downloaded on my phone to read offline. I don’t even know where to begin to describe this one, I just love it so much and can’t wait for it to come back. I don’t want to say I have a favorite, cause I love all of these… but if I had to choose *cough* this one *cough*. Summary: “Kirishima and his band of heavily tattooed brothers own and run a very well known tattoo shop together. One day a girl wonders into the shop in search of a tattoo to mark the start of her new life. Soon enough she’ll learn that this ‘family’ business is more than just buzzing tattoo guns and ink, and finds herself caught up in the middle of it, all while having to deal with a certain sharp-toothed pain in the ass.” Warning: violence, blood and gore, toxic past relationships. (Wordcount: 119179 Status: incomplete)

Oranges: Omegaverse, alpha!female!Reader/Omega!Kirishima. Mutual pining childhood friends who are oblivious towards each other’s feelings while everyone notices. (Wordcount: 19695 Status: Complete)

Anger Management: smut one-shot, reader is pissed about something at work and uses Kirishima to get rid of the rage by riding him till she’s no longer angry. (Wordcount: 1509 Status: Complete)

The Pizza Delivery Guy: Modern and College Au. Reader’s roommate Mina puts in to send the cutest delivery boy over. Best customer service experience ever. Pure fluff and flirting. Wanna see more. (Wordcount: 1607 Status: Complete)

Better Late Than Never: Dumb dumbs pining over each other both thinking they are just friends. (Wordcount: 2996 Status: complete)

Boyfriend Me: Short and simple, i live for the fluff and awkward kirishima. Accidental confessions and lack of words when around your crush. (Wordcount: 701 Status: complete)

The Heat of a Dragon: Pure smut with fantasy dragon!kirishima… who has two dicks. (Wordcount: 2464 Status: Complete)

All in his head: Reader has a mind reading quirk and Kirishima has a surprisingly dirty mind, sexy times ensues. (Wordcount: 1415 Status: Complete)

Fatgum/Reader (warning: all are smut fics)

First Time: This was my first fatgum fic I ever read and it’s still one of my top faves. Reader and Fatgum finally take steps into becoming intimate. Fluffy porn with plot. Size difference, totally a size queen’s go to fic. (Wordcount: 5394 Status: complete)

Sugar : Another first time fic, this time with a baker!reader in the middle of her kitchen. Size difference. (Wordcount: 6241 Status: Complete)

Dine and Dash: Celebratory public sex. (Wordcount: 2883 Status: complete)

Brick Walls are Great Support: Public sex in an alleyway. (Wordcount: 3006 Status: complete)

Drizzle: Valentine’s day sexy times with food. (Wordcount: 3017 Status:Complete)

Temporary: Omegaverse, Omega!reader goes to a heat/rut house and meets alpha!Fatgum. (Wordcount: 3367 Status: Complete)

Not a typical Office Romance: office sexy times. (Wordcount: 2006 Status: complete)

Midoriya/Reader

Warmth of You: collection of Deku/reader one-shot smuts. I actually love this author a lot, does some of the best bottom Bakugo fics I have ever read. If you like bakudeku, check out their other works.

“Just Friends” : Jealous Midoriya doesn’t like being called just friends and reminds the reader that they are way more. Smut. (Wordcount: 3492 Status: complete)

Sero/Reader

Hero Santa: Best friends become something more during movie night in a blanket fort. Fluffy smut that makes me smile. (Wordcount: 4936 Status: complete)

Hoodie [SeroxReader]: post-break up, the only thing left behind was one of Sero’s hoodies that Reader still wears. Angst. (Wordcount: 3284 Status: complete)

Sour. Sweet. Gone.: no quirk and college au. Sero and reader are both pining idiots who go from friends to enemies to lovers. (Wordcount: 10448 Status: complete)

Tape residue: fluff smut, friends to lovers. Sero misread some signals but it all ends well. (Wordcount: 3410 Status: Complete)

A Seronade of Misunderstandings: Sero plans the most romantic and cheesy way for the first time but reader thinks his secretive behavior means he’s cheating. (Wordcount: 3420 Status: Complete)

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shinaus · 4 years ago

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comfort

request: Could I request when in bnha they had that meeting about rescuing Eri and the reader was part of it too. When the reader comes back to the dorms, how would Bakugou, Tamaki and Kirishima comfort them when the reader starts crying? As they are their S/O. Thank you very much, all your works are so good! 💛 - anon

warnings: season 4 spoilers i guess?, sadness, anxiety

pairing: katsuki bakugo, tamaki amajiki and kirishima eijiro x reader

A/N: obviously in this arc tamaki and kirishima were there, so theirs will be formatted a little differently - i hope that’s okay!

katsuki bakugo

the second you make it back to the dorms he can tell something isn’t right

you’d been telling him your worries when it came to rescuing eri as well as what kind of part you would play in the mission, since it is such a heavy duty one

the class was all told beforehand about the involvement with the police as well as many top heroes, so he had an idea of the seriousness the situation would likely take when the day comes

pretty much as soon as you walk through the door with the rest of the students involved, he’s evaluating the situation

bakugo is a very perceptive person so can guess how you’re feeling very quickly, it’s what makes him so protective of you

when your eyes are downcast to the ground and the other girls are close to your side, he decides now would be a good time to try and approach

they give him the chance to come up to you properly knowing how well he can comfort you, leaving the two of you time to yourselves

his hand carefully reaches out to run along your arm, a gesture he knows you find comforting

“you okay?” he would ask you, voice the softest anyone would have heard it outside the privacy of you both

but he’s acting fast as soon as he sees your eyes brim with tears, taking your hand and excusing you both from everyone else

his room ends up being the closest so he takes you inside, automatically going into protective boyfriend mode like the sweetheart he is

putting a hoodie over your head and leading you over to his bed, he sits up first and opens his arms out for you to let you sit however you would feel the most comfortable

his heart feels heavy the way you sadly climb into his lap, again making quick work to help calm you down

it’s like a dam breaks the second you’re properly held in his arms, small sobs coming from you as you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle yourself into his shoulder. as if on reflex his arms are tightly around your waist, bringing you as close as possible to ensure that you feel safe. a hand also reaches out like it did in the common room, choosing this time to run up and down your back in a soothing gesture.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you” he would repeat as often as he deemed possible, knowing he would have to move away from his own stoic persona to make sure you have what you need. bakugo would never admit to anyone how soft he’s willing to let himself be for you, but that’s mainly because he doesn’t really see it as being anyone else’s business. once he thinks you’ve cried for a half decent time to let your immediate emotions out, his hand comes up to the side of your face - bringing you to look at him.

he can’t help the sad expression he now has on his face, heart sinking further when he sees how upset you are. something in him is telling him to go and tell aizawa he doesn’t want you having any part in the mission, but he knows that won’t work. instead, he lets out a small sigh, keeping you close to him as he speaks up again.

“i know you’re worried, but things will be okay. you guys will find her and i know you’ll do your best to keep her safe. if the guys in our class can save me from the league, then you know a bunch of pros and the police will have no problem with the stupid yakuza..” he grumbles out, feeling his own vulnerability shine through at the mention of his rescue. “you’ll do amazingly, okay? and i’ll be here the second you come back - even come get you myself if i have to”. it gets a laugh out of you so he knows he’s done okay, bringing you into a tight hug.

tamaki amajiki

throughout the entire meeting, tamaki is antsy

you’re sitting separately at the table from him and too out of his reach to have any kind of contact, which he can tell is affecting you

every time eri is mentioned you look more visibly upset, eyes only on the desk in front of you by the end of it

even though at this point he’s not too well known when it comes to the other heroes, he’s uncaring as he rushes over to you once the meeting is brought to a close

without another word, he silently takes you out of the room and down one of the corridors to get some privacy

even though tamaki is quite the nervous person himself, he moreso begins to fixate on you when you get into a relationship

so he could sense right away that you needed to be away from the crowd quickly

right as you both come to a stop, the tears begin to fall

this does lead him to end up panicking a fair bit, mostly because he’s never seen you cry too many times

you’ve always been so strong and supportive for him, so he knows he needs to give you the same energy back tenfold

before your hands can make their way up to your face to dry your tears, you feel his own wiping them away for you

not only that, but slowly you’re brought into his arms and held protectively

his arms are around your shoulders which makes you feel small, but it helps greatly since it means you also feel protected

“it’s- it’s okay, let it all out for me...” he whispers into your hair, chin perching on the top of your head once he does to let you have your time. it’s like he can feel his heart breaking as the sobs you let out wrack through your body, hands clutching the back of his shirt in a vice like grip. at no point does he care about how wet the front of him now feels from the way you nuzzle into him, instead only making him hold you tighter.

it’s hard for his own eyes not to water at this point, the seriousness of the mission eating away at him probably for just as long as it has you. but he knows he can worry about that later, he has to be brave if it means be can reassure you and make sure that you’re okay.

inhaling slowly, he leans down again next to your ear and tries to keep his voice steady for you as he begins talking. “i know it can be scary - really i do, and i don’t know what i would do if anything were to happen to you..” his admission only makes your breath hitch, the thoughts flooding you but him shooing them away almost immediately. his hand carts through your hair, almost instantly relaxing you.

“which is why i’ll be strong, i’ll be brave for us both. at any point you feel unsure i’ll be right there with you, protecting you with all i have - okay?” the confidence laced into his words brings you back from your sadness, giving him a nod and promising the same. the two of you head home and end up spending the night together, the words of adoration never leaving him as he keeps you in his hold.

eijiro kirishima

going into the meeting, you had ended up knowing more about what the situation was than kirishima

so he was more than surprised to find out what was going on

thankfully, fatgum had let you sit with them since he could tell it was already taking a toll on his red riot’s s/o - and that he wouldn’t stand for

the entire time your hand is gripping your boyfriends, only tightening every time pictures of the base would be shown on screen

it was obvious how much this was upsetting you, so he did his best in the time he was given to comfort you

small circles and other shapes would be drawn on your hand or your leg to help calm you down, something he picked up on early in your relationship

he would also be sending you reassuring smiles every time you looked his way, mouthing to you that it’s alright and that the mission will go okay

once everyone is dismissed, he decides to tell fatgum he’d like a minute to hang back with you

which it was a good thing he did, since almost the second everyone had left the meeting room he watched your body slump over as you started to cry

his initial reaction was one of panic at your sudden rush of emotions, but he knew his biggest priority was keeping you calm

carefully, he brought you into his arms to sit in his knee

ever the sweetheart, you’ll both stay like that as long as you need

the others will even be waiting for you both outside to head home

with one arm wrapped around you securely, kirishima brings the other to the back of your head in hopes of guiding you to his chest. once you’re comfortable in his knee, he’ll plant small kisses on the top of your head and give you the time you need to let your tears fall. it doesn’t matter if it’s 5 minutes or 5 hours - his job right now is to make sure you leave this room feeling better.

after a while, he raises his head to look down at you. “baby, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” he whispers as to not frighten you, now beginning to stroke your hair as you look back at him. he listens wholeheartedly as you tell him how worried you are for the operation, that you want to make sure that eri is rescued - but also how terrified you are about you or him getting hurt. it’s like an arrow straight through the heart for him then, leaning his forehead against yours slowly before he speaks.

“i can promise you - right here right now, i won’t let anything happen to either of us, okay?” his voice is unwavering, letting out a small sniffle to yourself as his words already start to calm you down. “you’ve seen who we’ll be with, they’re the best of the best! if i can have it my way, i’ll be right there by your side the whole time keeping us both safe..” he admits, your own hand now coming up to his face to keep him right in front of you.

the two of you exchange promises on his word and once he has the reassurance that you’re okay, begin to make your way out of the meeting room. kirishima discloses that he’s not really wanting to discuss what might happen for your sake, so the both of you tag along with the rest on the journey home hand in hand.

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ghoultramp · 4 years ago

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ruffled feathers [pro hero hawks x catgirl criminal reader]

▷ bnha

↳ pairing: pro hero hawks x catgirl criminal reader

↳ content: noncon/dubcon, hunter/prey, rough sex, dacryphilia, degradation, outdoor sex, quirk use, restraint, cum play, power play

↳ words: 2.5k

⇢ summary: it was at the end of a decent night of petty crime, but you knew you were being watched.

over the last few weeks, maybe longer, you had caught the attention of one pro hero in particular. they call him wing hero: hawks. he’s a fierce and cunning bird of prey while you’re little more than a helpless kitten by comparison.

also available on ao3

⇢ note: i may or may not be a just a tiny little bit obsessed with hawks using his feathers as restraints...

It was cold, your breath visible in the night air. A lonely streetlight cast a sickly orange glow on the road ahead of you. The houses were quiet at this hour, no one awake to interfere with your evening of petty crime. It had been a successful evening of thievery, your spoils swinging in a bag in your hand. While you were so sure you had remained undetected, you were beginning to sense the presence of someone.

Over the last few weeks, maybe longer, you had caught the attention of one pro hero in particular. They call him Wing Hero: Hawks. He’s a fierce and cunning bird of prey while you’re little more than a helpless kitten in comparison. You were no villain, yet you were sure he had been tracking you relentlessly as of late.

Your feline ears twitched with alertness when you heard something. Instinctively, you lowered onto your haunches and your tail flicked against the air around you. You felt all the exposed hair on your body stand on end when the faint gust of his wings hit you from behind.

You felt your muscles burn as your flight response kicked in, desperately willing your legs to spring into action but your incoherent thoughts overwhelmed you. You coul-

Too late.

Strong arms were wrapped around you quicker than you could think, the bag containing your loot dropped to the concrete with a clank as your hand let go of it in shock. You struggled against his clutches but the effort seemed hollow as he remained unperturbed.

When he unfurled his wings, the shadow that engulfed you made your tail twitch, reacting in fear. You whimpered as he marched you forward, closer to the shadow of a high boundary wall of a house.

“So this is where you were.” The lilt in his voice made you sneer.

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” You tried your best to feign bravado but the tremor in your voice was far too obvious.

“I’ve been hunting you for a while now,” he told you.

As he talked, the warm breath he exhaled with every syllable brushed against your vulnerable neck. You wanted to cry out but your mouth stayed shut. You could only whimper as he marched you forward to disappear into more concealing darkness. The high wall in front of you was imposing, it cast your doom.

This is bad.

“I suppose I’ve just been waiting for the right time to--” he released the grip his right arm had around you and reigned a hand down hard on your soft asscheek, “ --strike .” He squeezed tightly.

You let out a pained yelp. Maybe in hindsight, your choice of attire wasn’t the best idea you’d ever had; you were very conscious of just how short your skirt was, how tight and revealing your top was, how utterly impractical it seemed now.

He may have lacked the mass and height of most of the other top pro heroes, but his strength was more than adequate to keep you restrained; he certainly wasn't bothered when you tried your hardest to push back against him.

“P-please,” you begged, tears now brimming in your eyes, “I’m not a villain, I’m just a nobody! I only stole a few things!”

“That still makes you a criminal,” he breathed in your ear, continuing to grope you, “but if you’re good, maybe I won’t have to hurt you.” Your body stiffened and your lip quivered, your tears delicately began to brim over. “If you’re not, I guess I’ll be cleaning up more than one mess.”

This domineering man who preyed upon you was a stranger compared to the laissez-faire, happy-go-lucky persona he showed to the rest of the world. The sexy, young pro hero, the man of a fangirl's night-time fantasies. Maybe even your night-time fantasies.

His hand swung at your ass again and this time it stung; you failed to contain your sobs as your body shuddered involuntarily. You heard his husky chuckle as a finger teased the seam of your underwear. Your brow furrowed and your face contorted against your tears as you struggled to close your thighs against his intrusion.

But now?

Now he terrified you.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he sounded so deceptively gentle as his boot kicked the insides of your feet, jolting them to the side, just where he wanted them. He spread you nicely.

It’s no use.

Hawks freed his other arm from around you but your relief was short-lived when his hard chest pressed into your back. Your breath hitched in your throat as your breasts pressed against the brick, it felt freezing against the unprotected skin of your cleavage thanks to yet another design flaw in your costume.

In another futile attempt to resist him, you pushed your palms against the wall. You felt humiliated in your defeat which only made you cry harder.

“I’m not sure what I was expecting” he cooed, “but you’re just a pathetic little kitten, aren’t you?” Hawks brushed his newly freed hand along the tip of your feline ear, smirking when it twitched beneath his touch.

His hand drifted down, fingertips resting softly against your wet cheek. A growl caught in his throat as he followed the tear tracks to your mouth where he roughly held fingers around your jaw. The growing bulge in his trousers pressed harder against your ass, your body only shuddered violently as your sobs grew.

“P-please,” you pleaded again, you could only feel helpless as you let your hands fall limply to your side. “This isn’t… this isn’t fair!”

His grip on your jaw tightened while his hand between your thighs began to move, teasing your sex beneath your underwear. A betraying jolt tightened in your core when his finger came in contact with your clothed clit.

“How can you say that,” he murmured as he flattened his hand against your pussy, gently rubbing back and forth, “when I can feel just how wet you are?”

Hawks groaned as he applied just a little bit more pressure. You shuddered beneath his touch.

“Quivering in fear, right?” He pressed his lips to your ear, his warm breath made it twitch involuntarily. “You’re disgusting. I’ve seen you strutting around, you think you’re so confident, not a care in the world,” he gripped onto your underwear, pulling it back, the cotton bunching and pulling around your clit, “and now you’re shy?”

You wailed, clenching your eyes shut, as he used his grip on your chin to manipulate your entire body into facing him. Your head hit the wall with a dull thud and you only saw white when your eyes shot open. His grip began to hurt.

“I want to watch you as I take you,” he stated, the soft tone didn’t match his words. Nor his actions.

You were hurt and confused, your sobs now an ugly, gurgling choke as he brought both hands in front of your chest. He said nothing as he traced the outline of the cut-out in your top before tearing it in two; your breasts bounced lightly after being freed from the garment that now hung limply at your shoulders.

“You’re quite appetizing like this,” Hawks breathed, one hand caringly stroked your cheek while the other fumbled at the fastening of his trousers.

You could see the hunger in his eyes now, golden irises bore through you, it was unnerving, Your tail twitched and flicked against him but he was quick to release your cheek in favor of grabbing your obnoxious tail, and the whoosh-ping of one of his feathers piercing the wall right beside your head caused you to jump and yelp.

“St-stop,” you cried, your eyes darted to the bright crimson feather in the wall, the true danger of the situation was crushing. “P-please,” you were begging wholeheartedly but the hiccups interrupting your words were pitiful, “n-not like-- not like this!”

“Just because you don’t want to do something,” he purred, rolling your tail in his hand, “doesn’t mean you won’t do it for me.”

Even though you had planned to raise your arms in defense, he was quicker. He was looming over you, his feathers restrained your wrists high above your head and you noticed a few more flashes of red fluttering around your ankles.

He’s always one step ahead.

With one hand he had unfasted his trousers, his large cock still hidden just behind his boxer shorts. With his other hand, he traced a finger up your thigh, along the curve of your pert cheek, and up to the waistband of your underwear. He slipped the tips of two fingers into the band at the front and you felt the twinge in your abdomen as he pulled gently.

“I’d ask if you think you can be a good little kitten,” Hawks began. He smirked at the mewl that broke through your lips when he pulled just a little more. “But you’re just a liar and thief, aren’t you.”

Any struggle was futile, you already felt so defeated. You hung your head shamefully, shaking as you sobbed with your throat now hoarse and sore.

His fingers gripped tighter at your underwear as he unfurled his long, hard cock. He stroked his shaft lazily while he fingered along the seams just like before, only this time he brushed against your exposed lips where it was nestled just between your slit.

“Let’s just--” he grunted, the slick sound that came from your pussy when he moved your underwear to the side flustered you, “--move these out of the way.”

His fingers roamed your folds, finding your sensitive, swollen clit. You fought the urge to throw your head back, biting your lip to quell the way your body reacted to his touch,

Your clit fluttered beneath his fingertip as he pressed down hard on the bundle of nerves, the circular motion sending electrifying pulses with every rotation.

Dazed. Confused. Disgusted.

Aroused. Needy.

“It- it’s too much,” your voice was strained and whining.

“Oh, come on,” he laughed, “I’m just getting--” with a grunt, he slid two fingers relentlessly into your quivering hole, “--started.”

Yowling, you threw your head back upon hearing the tell-tale squelch of your arousal as he scissored his fingers inside you. He moaned, the grip he had on his cock grew tighter, stroking faster while he struggled to stretch you open enough. Feeling your tight cunt contract around just his fingers this way made him impatient.

You watched helplessly as a group of feathers wrapped themselves around your right ankle and thigh, you stared at him in panic.

“Wh--”

Before you’d barely gotten a word out, the feathers lifted your leg high, you bent your knee as the feathers held your leg just tight enough against the wall.

You whimpered when he removed his fingers. The emptiness was unexpected. He brushed a hand against the front of your skirt, lifting it up to look at you in your exposed state. He was breathing heavily as he stood over you, he didn’t need to shift much before he was able to brush against your presenting hole with his cock.

As he teased your cunt with his tip, he brought his wet fingers to your mouth. You strangled out a cry as he forcibly shoved them in your mouth, stretching it wide. You shut your eyes tightly as your nose began to sting, desperate to hold back more tears that were close to the surface.

He shunted forward, taking you by surprise. The white-hot blistering pain that spread across your body in waves made you unaware that he had buried his hard cock as deeply, and as quickly, as he could. Your cries were desperate as he rolled his hips against you, kissing your cervix with each nudge.

“Pitiful little kitten,” he told you, willing more tears from you as he shunted with short, deep thrusts. When you coughed, choking on your own spit and tears, you could feel his cock tremble as he moaned.

“I-I can’t…. I don’t…” you spluttered incoherently.

He pulled out briefly and he waited. He waited until you so desperately needed him to fill you back up that you let out a frustrated, pathetic whine. You burned as he tore through you.

You felt a hand roam around the small of your back, it was useless trying to fight, you accepted it while he started to knead just above your tail, nipping into the sensitive flesh with his sharp nails. A guttural, animalistic moan escaped your lips as your head lolled back and onto your shoulder.

“You’re too easy,” he growled, digging his nails in further as he pounded your cunt harder.

“N-no, it--” you choked on your words as the pleasure finally took you.

Pain fluttered to ecstasy as you neared orgasm but Hawks liked teasing you. He pulled out again, his cock thick, veins protruding. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you lifted your hips into him, whimpering so needily.

Hawks let out a feral grunt as he pushed hard against you, his cock easily finding your dripping wet entrance as he forced his way inside. You were still so close and you could hear his breathlessness as his cock felt resistance from your tight walls.

Hawks moaned loudly as he hastily groped one of your breasts, he greedily took an erect nipple in his mouth and rolled it around his tongue. His hand squeezed rhythmically. The knot in your abdomen swelled, it was too much.

“ Fuck, fuck-- ” you moaned, long and drawn out as body spasmed beneath him.

His teeth made contact with your nipple and that sent you over. Mewling into your orgasm, you could feel his cock deeper, your cervix being beaten this time, you could feel his cock twitching when you made a pained noise.

“Good--” Hawks lifted his lips away from your nipple, but before he finished speaking, his body convulsed against you, “ Fuuuuck. ” He spasmed again. “ Fu-fuuuuck. ”

You howled, feeling the hot thick ropes of his cum coat your abused walls. He felt so shamelessly good inside you. He pulled his cock out with a pop sound that made you wince. It wasn’t until his feathers released you to fall limp on the floor that you were brought crashing down to reality.

Hawks stood over you as he unceremoniously fastened his trousers before crouching down to you. Your eyes grow wide when his hand reaches between your legs, scooping up your mixed cum on two fingers. He looks at you expectantly.

You knew what to do.

You obeyed by opening your mouth for him to insert his fingers; he does the same as before, stretching your mouth wide. You cough as he coats your tongue with your juices and his seed.

“Good girl,” he finally offered before standing up again.

“What happens now?” you asked, terrified. You tried not to cry again, covering your breasts with your arms as best you could.

“I suggest you quit being a little thief,” he told you, shrugging his jacket from around him. “Or I might just have to get a bit more creative next time.”

He limply threw his jacket toward you. You stared blankly at the tan jacket at your feet but you didn’t even get the chance to put it on before he beat his wings to propel him into the air. You watched as the feathers that had restrained you followed after him to reattach themselves.

Next time?

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