#my hero academy shigaraki

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So many handses!!!!!

On to the coloring :3c

[skymar13]

Big beefy blondes who don’t understand that you’re not like their hand that can take several loads and poundings.

Rough blondes who try to go soft on you but can’t not bustle their tip greedily into your sopping cunt

Sexually frustrated blondes who don’t let you go until you’re a crying mess, well maybe one more after that.

Sweet hearted blondes who give you the best after care after they just split your tiny pussy down the middle.

Bakugo katsuki, mirio togata, keigo takami, denki kaminari, Allmight

Aged up!

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Imagine Dabi taking his time bathing you thoroughly. “As much as I love to see you dripping in my cum… I love even more to see you comfortable.” He tells you after cumming on you with an overly satisfied smile on his face, both still catching your breath when Dabi already has you in his strong arms, carrying you to the bathroom, holding you tightly against his heaving chest as he turns on the faucet and waits for the water to heat up.

“You don’t have to do this-...”

He turns to look at you and those bright blue eyes stare almost offended.

“Shut up it’s fine,” he breaths raggedly, legs jolting up in desperation to make you move on top of him, greedily.

You press against him, arms wrapping about his frame, ignoring his sweltering skin. You bite your lip and whimper excitedly when you feel him bow his head against your shoulder and pant heavily against the skin there.

"Besides, this is just a break... I still have plans for you, the night is young, babygirl."

His deep, husky voice, numbing and seductive, beats in your chest making your heart stutter to keep up.

The mere memory of every slam of your hips down onto him, and every one of his thrusts up into you in turn, making the villain ache with want.

“Now-” he purrs out against your ear, body seizing in warning. Fingers clenched into fists, so hard that the joints pop in protest with how much he must refrain himself to not taking you right there and then. "Now, get in the tub before I change my damn mind."

🔞--> NSFW ART in my patreon

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the sillies

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 6: Playing with hair w/ Shigaraki Tomura

Word count: 673, Gender-neutral reader

Shigaraki was not one known for physical affection. Actually, affection in general. It was never a thought that had crossed his mind, especially with the trauma he had experienced with his quirk years before.

Getting close to someone was the last thing he wanted to do. That was until you came along. Your understanding nature, the fact that you are stubborn and won't take no for an answer when trying to pamper Tomura and making sure he's taken care of as well.

There was no label on your relationship. All he knew is that you cared for him and it became– refreshing. “Mmmm” A quiet hum erupted from his lips as you continued running your fingertips through his light blue locs. A habit you two had began once things became too stressful for the poor man.

You seethed whenever he erupted in a scratching fit. This was the only thing you could think of doing that soothed his advances.

His eyes remained closed as you moved the parted hair out of his face, making sure that every knot and strand was cared for. As you continued, you heard the faintest sound of a sniffle. Breaking out of your actions, you look to see Tomura and what seems to be a tear shedding from his eye.

“Shigaraki?” There was no response. You cradled his head in your palm, moving the hair further away. “Shigi, what's wrong?” Now you’re concerned. He never showed any weakness, especially not sadness, at least not in front of others.

With a small gasp, he opens his half-lidded eyes staring back into yours.

“I-i apologize.” He begins to sit up from your lap, having you ever the most confused. “Is something the matter?” Your hands find the plush of his bed.

He shakes his head, looking down at his feet dangling off the mattress. “No no I just- it was overwhelming.” He finally looks at you, red eyes boring into your own. “I haven't felt that peaceful in… a while. It's.. scary.”

Ah. You nod, “I understand Shigi. If it's too much, we can stop.” You give him a concerned look before he shakes his head once more. “No no, I just need a second. I'm fine.”

‘I'm fine’ You know what that means by now. He wasn't fine but you held back your urges to drill it out of him. You knew he couldn't help it. Reaching a hand up, you rub his back. He flinches slightly but soon leans into your lap once more, now on his side.

You take this as a sign to continue, rubbing along his shoulder back up to his scalp, moving the hair away from his hairline exposing his ear and temple to you. 

You smile slightly and begin humming to yourself, hearing him sniffle further on what seemed to be choked sobs. You allowed him to release it, being as gentle as possible with him in this fragile state. 

“Shhh it's okay, you're okay now.” Your words caused him to release his emotions further. He felt both thankful but also embarrassed. Knowing he was exposed both mentally and physically to you, seeming weak but at this point, he only yearned for your calming touch.

The touch from another was not one he had been familiar with. It made him weep until he fell into a slumber upon your lap. You propped his head upon a pillow within your lap as you laid back yourself, taking in the silence that seemed to devour you. 

With one final stroke of his hair, you fell asleep yourself. Waking to see your hand had stayed there till morning and that he himself had not awoken. The sight was ethereal. 

No matter how negatively perceived he would be based on looks alone, seeing the morning sunrise illuminate his face awoke something in you. 

You sigh, feeling exhaustion hit you once more as you laid down upon the mattress once more, stroking his hair away from his face as a passtime before you were once again drifted off.

[kitsunesfandomtime]

Birdcage: Birds of a Feather - CH 28 By @kitsunefyuu @kitsunesfandomtime Art Created by @summonedbunny

“You may lie and do things that aren’t seen as heroic, but you truly want to be a hero. You use things that might seem underhanded for the good of others, not only just to benefit yourself. You’re trying your best every day despite the fact you've been surrounded by such a horrible environment for so long.” There is a pause as a small smile forms on Yoichi’s face as moves to hold the other hand. It was such a kind and gentle gesture, able to feel the warmth of the other, that brought him down from the thought of despair, “You’re a good person at heart Izuku. You’ve been hurt and damaged, but… You might just fulfill my dream of seeing All for One being the kindest quirk in the world. Believe in yourself, you're a hero.”

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As promised LOV band AU stuff.

A scene from the fic I’m writing :)

Stay tuned for more

[knoepfl]

Fractured Obsession

Okay I recently saw a post with this picture in it and I just thought "Fuck, this is amazing, what if...?" So I decided to take several characters and write as if those were locked in that room. Now here we are. This will be the first one of many more. If you want to see specific characters just write a comment or a request and I shall do them.^^ Right Under this will be a link to a Masterlist where I will update and announce the coming characters. So be sure to check that out once in a while! Now let's start with dear Shigaraki! Have fun! That Post was from @devotion-disorder so be sure to check them out!

Masterlist

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It started with a flicker of disbelief.

Tomura Shigaraki stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by walls plastered with pictures—dozens, maybe hundreds, all featuring you. At first glance, relief washed over him. Seeing your familiar face, the soft curve of your smile—his fixation, his obsession—so beautifully captured.

But then his sharp eyes caught the details. You weren’t alone.

There, in every photograph, was someone else. That stranger stood too close, his hand resting on your shoulder in ways Shigaraki thought were reserved only for him. In some pictures, the two of you laughed together, and in others, you leaned into the man like you belonged to him. Every frame was agony, stabbing deeper into Shigaraki’s mind.

“What…?” His voice rasped as he slowly reached out, fingertips grazing the glossy surface of one photo. “What kind of sick joke is this?”

5 minutes in: He tried to rationalize it. This had to be some kind of prank, right? Some attempt to mess with him, to twist his mind. They’re not real… They can’t be real.

But the images were so detailed—every smile, every casual touch. They were the kinds of moments that looked far too natural, far too intimate, to be faked. His stomach churned at the thought. Did you… No, it wasn’t possible. You wouldn’t betray me… would you?

He shook his head, trying to steady himself. “This is stupid,” he muttered under his breath, pacing the room. But doubt clung to him, tightening like a noose.

1 hour in: The rationalizations were gone now, replaced with gnawing paranoia.

Shigaraki stared hard at the photos, tracing each of your smiles, memorizing the way your hand lingered on the stranger’s arm. It was driving him mad. “Did you know about this?” he whispered, running his tongue over his dry lips, his mind spiraling. “Were you lying to me the whole time?”

His nails dug into his scalp, tugging at his hair in frustration. The edges of his mind blurred, thoughts turning jagged. “No. No. No.” He repeated the words like a mantra, but they did little to stop the images from burning into his brain.

What was worse—the idea that these moments were real, or that someone had gone to such lengths to fake them? Either way, the result was the same: you weren’t his anymore.

His breath quickened, chest rising and falling as if the walls were closing in. “I don’t like this,” he muttered, voice cracking. “I hate this.”

3 hours in: He was unraveling.

His hands trembled as he clawed at his throat, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. The thought of you with someone else was poison, flooding his veins, suffocating him. Every photo seemed to scream betrayal, and the faces—the laughter—blurred together into a haunting mockery.

“I can’t… I can’t breathe,” he choked, collapsing onto his knees. His fingernails scraped at the floor, leaving trails of red where his skin split open, but the pain barely registered. He could only think about you—your smile, your scent, your warmth—and how it now belonged to someone else.

Each thought was a knife twisting deeper into his chest. “Why would you do this to me?” he whispered, voice hollow with anguish. “Why?”

6+ hours in: By now, reason had long since abandoned him. His mind was a storm, a swirling mess of obsession and fury, of love and hatred. He sat slumped in the corner, hands clutching his face as he rocked back and forth. His nails dragged across his skin, leaving angry red streaks in their wake.

“It’s not real… It’s not real…” he whispered over and over again, but the words rang hollow. The photos were everywhere—on the walls, the floor, even the ceiling—and there was no escaping them.

In his mind, the stranger became an enemy—a threat to everything he had built in his obsession with you.

“They won’t have you,” Shigaraki muttered, his voice low and dangerous. His red-rimmed eyes glinted with manic determination as he dragged himself to his feet. “I won’t let them.”

Even if it meant destroying everything—even if it meant tearing apart the world itself—he would make sure no one ever took you from him. Not in this life, not in any other.

The Aftermath: When you finally returned to the room where Shigaraki had been kept, the sight that greeted you was… horrifying. The walls were scratched, the photos crumpled and torn, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—glowed with a madness that chilled you to the bone.

“You’re back,” he whispered, his lips curving into a smile far too wide to be sane. He staggered toward you, as if every step was a struggle, but his hands reached out eagerly.

“You won’t leave me again… right?” His voice was a mix of desperation and obsession, a promise and a threat.

And in that moment, you realized: there was no escaping him now. You belonged to him, in his mind, and he would stop at nothing to make sure you stayed that way.

Forever.

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[dee-writes-anime]

Cute fluffy Dabi story alert!! Your gonna love it 🥰

Dabi with a female chubby civilian girlfriend who he’s all lovey-dovey for, but one day he told her about he’s a villain? (After he ran into Mr. Compress and Toga on his way home) but she laughed and told him that she knew all along and that she loves him. And then Dabi introduced her as his fiancé to the league, she also explained that her quirk is a healing based but the healing part comes from the food she makes (like Julieta from Encanto)

Just Good Enough For You

FEATURING Touya 'Dabi' Todoroki x Reader

SUMMARY No matter who you are, you are just good enough for me.

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, LOV crack, Dabi (ifykykyk), mentions of villiany and murder and stuff :)

AUTHORS NOTE stopppp cause this was the cutest, most wholesome request everrrr!!! Thank you so much for sharing this lovely thought with me, I really hope you enjoy how I brought it to life! <3 P.S. I promise the Toge fic is coming, college is eating me alive RAHH

Dabi had never been the type to hesitate. He’d burned bridges, enemies, and even his own emotions without so much as a second thought. But tonight, standing just outside your shared apartment, his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets, he was hesitating.

He wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

A villain. A murderer. That’s who he was. And yet, somehow, you’d always looked at him like he was so much more. Like you saw past the charred skin and the cold eyes, straight into whatever piece of humanity he had left. And it scared the hell out of him.

He could still hear Mr. Compress’s voice ringing in his ears from earlier that day.

“So, when are you going to tell your girlfriend who you really are? She’s bound to figure it out sooner or later.”

Toga had chimed in too, her high-pitched giggles grating on his nerves. “Oh, I bet she’d love to see your flames up close! You should show her! I mean, doesn’t she already wonder where you go when you disappear for days?”

He’d brushed them off, made some snide comment about minding their own business, but the truth was, they’d struck a nerve. Deep down, Dabi knew it was only a matter of time before you found out, and he hated the thought of you hating him when that moment came.

With a sigh, he finally pushed open the door and stepped inside, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. The smell of something savory cooking wafted through the air, and despite his anxiety, he couldn’t help but smile faintly. You always seemed to know when he needed comfort. Food had a way of soothing him in ways words couldn’t, and you, with your quirk and your gentle soul, were the only person he’d ever trusted to get close enough to touch his heart.

“Hey, lover,” your voice called from the kitchen, light and warm, like always. “You’re home late. Hungry?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walked toward the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you move around the stove. You were wearing that oversized sweater he loved, the one that made you look extra cozy and cute. He’d teased you about it once, calling you a “walking marshmallow,” but secretly, he adored how soft and chubby you looked in it.

“Babe?” you called out again, glancing over your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

His silence must’ve tipped you off because the smile you wore faltered slightly. Turning off the burner, you wiped your hands on a towel before crossing the room to him. The concern in your eyes only made the lump in his throat worse.

“Touya… what’s wrong?” you asked softly, your hands reaching out to grasp his scarred fingers.

He flinched slightly at the use of his real name. You always reserved that for the moments when you wanted to break down his walls. And damn it, if you weren’t good at it.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally muttered, his voice rougher than usual. His hand squeezed yours tighter, as though preparing himself for the worst. “Something you probably won’t like.”

The worry on your face deepened, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stepped closer, your thumb brushing over his scarred knuckles in that soothing way you always did when he was tense. “Whatever it is, just tell me. You know I’m here for you.”

He swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise uncomfortably in his chest. Why was this so damn hard?

“I’m not who you think I am,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. His eyes dropped to the floor, unwilling to meet your gaze. “I mean, you know my real name, but you don’t know what I’ve done… who I’ve become.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to explain. He’d never been one for long-winded speeches, so he forced himself to just rip off the band-aid.

“I’m Dabi,” he said in a low voice. “The villain. You’ve seen me on the news, you know the stuff I’ve done. I’ve killed people. Burned them alive.” His jaw clenched, his entire body stiff with guilt and fear. “And if you’re smart, you’ll walk away. Right now.”

The silence that followed was deafening. He expected you to recoil in horror, to pull your hand away from his like his very touch would burn you. Maybe you’d cry, or worse—maybe you’d just look at him with that quiet disappointment that always cut deeper than any insult.

But you did none of those things.

Instead, you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face like you’d just heard the punchline of a joke. “Touya, seriously? Is that what you’ve been so worked up about?”

He frowned, clearly thrown off by your reaction. “What?”

“Babe,” you said with a soft laugh, stepping even closer to him, “I already knew.”

Now it was his turn to blink in confusion. “You… knew?”

“Of course I knew.” You grinned, tapping his chest lightly. “I’m not stupid, you know. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. You smell like smoke, you disappear for days, and your scars… I put two and two together pretty quickly.”

His mouth opened, then closed, as he processed your words. “You… knew?” he repeated, dumbfounded.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes, I knew, and I didn’t care. I still don’t care.” You cupped his face gently, your fingers brushing the rough, scarred skin that covered his jaw. “I fell in love with you, Touya. The man who comes home tired but still lets me cuddle him, the man who watches stupid shows with me even though he pretends he hates them, the man who makes me feel safe no matter what.”

Dabi was silent, his throat tight as your words washed over him. He had prepared himself for anger, rejection—hell, maybe even fear—but he hadn’t prepared himself for this. For you.

“How can you love someone like me?” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I’m a monster.”

You shook your head, your eyes softening. “No, you’re not. You’re just… hurt. And yeah, you’ve done bad things, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Your lips curled into a small smile. “Besides, I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re not as cold as you think.”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch. For the first time in years, he felt something warm spread through his chest, something that wasn’t the familiar burn of rage or vengeance. It was something else. Something softer.

“God, you’re too good for me,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

You grinned, tugging him closer until your foreheads were almost touching. “I'm just good enough for you, lover, and lucky for you, I’m sticking around either way.”

His lips twitched into a small, rare smile. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. “You’re insane,” he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. “Completely insane.”

“And you’re stuck with me now,” you teased, your voice muffled by his chest.

For a long moment, you stood like that—holding each other in the quiet comfort of the small apartment. Dabi’s heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from fear anymore. It was from something else. Something that made him want to protect you even more fiercely than before.

“You know what?” he murmured after a long silence. “I think it’s time you meet the rest of the family.”

A few days had passed since Dabi’s revelation, and despite the whirlwind of emotions that had followed, things between you and him hadn’t really changed. You still made his favorite meals, still teased him when he sulked around the apartment, and he still pretended to hate your random affection while secretly basking in it. But there was something else now—a quiet understanding that ran deeper than it had before. You knew who he was, what he had done, and you loved him anyway. And he, in his own rough-edged way, was learning how to accept that love.

Still, there was one thing he hadn’t prepared for yet—introducing you to the League of Villains.

The thought had been gnawing at him ever since that night. You had joked about being stuck with him, and in a way, you were. But to be truly part of his world, you had to meet the people he spent his days (and often his nights) with—the people who lived in the same shadows he did.

So, that evening, as you finished plating dinner, Dabi casually dropped the bomb.

“By the way,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, “you’re coming with me tomorrow.”

You glanced up from the dish you were preparing, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Where are we going?”

“To meet the League.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed his words, and then you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face. “The League? You mean, your League? The League of Villains?”

“Yeah, them,” he muttered, clearly not as thrilled about the prospect. His fingers drummed on the countertop, betraying his anxiety despite his nonchalant tone. “They’ve been pestering me about you for a while, so I figure it’s time they meet you.”

Your smile widened as you set the dish down, turning to face him fully. “You want to introduce me to your friends? Does this mean I’m officially your girlfriend or something?” you teased, though there was a hint of genuine excitement in your voice.

Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ve always been my girlfriend. This just makes it… official, I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence wavering slightly. “But don’t get too excited. They’re not exactly what you’d call ‘nice.’”

You chuckled, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I think I can handle it,” you said softly, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. “Besides, if they’re important to you, then I want to meet them.”

Dabi’s gaze softened, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips. For a moment, he simply looked at you, his heart doing that annoying thing where it felt too big for his chest. “You’re too good for this world, you know that?”

You shrugged playfully, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I’m just good enough for you.”

The next evening, Dabi led you through the dimly lit streets of the city, the familiar scent of smoke and charred wood lingering in the air around him. He didn’t say much as you walked, though his hand never left yours, his fingers intertwined with yours in a grip that was both possessive and protective.

As you neared the League’s hideout, an abandoned bar tucked away in a forgotten part of the city, he paused, turning to face you with a serious expression. “Last chance to back out,” he said, his voice low. “Once you meet them, there’s no going back. They’re… different.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m not scared, Touya. I want to do this.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening as he led you inside.

The bar was just as you expected—dark, dingy, and reeking of old alcohol and stale cigarettes. The wooden floor creaked under your feet as you followed Dabi through the narrow hallway that led to a back room. The faint sound of voices echoed from behind a door at the end of the hall, and Dabi paused once more, his hand gripping the doorknob.

“They’re gonna say some weird stuff,” he warned, his voice barely a whisper. “Don’t take it personally.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Weird how?”

“You’ll see.”

With that, he pushed open the door, and the first thing that hit you was the distinct atmosphere of chaos. The room was a cluttered mess of mismatched furniture, papers, and random objects strewn about haphazardly. Several figures were gathered around a large table in the center, and as the door creaked open, all eyes turned toward you.

Toga was the first to react, her eyes lighting up with unrestrained glee. “Oh my god, Dabi! You brought her!” she squealed, bouncing to her feet and rushing toward you with the energy of a hyperactive child. “She’s so cute! I can’t believe you didn’t tell us she was this cute!”

You barely had time to react before she threw her arms around you in a surprisingly tight hug. “I’m Toga!” she chirped, pulling back to examine you with wide, curious eyes. “I’ve been dying to meet you! Dabi talks about you all the time!”

“He does?” you asked, glancing at Dabi with a teasing smirk.

He scowled, crossing his arms. “Don’t listen to her.”

Before you could say anything else, a tall man in a mask stepped forward, his posture refined, yet his eyes glimmered with amusement. “Ah, so this is the famous girlfriend,” Mr. Compress said smoothly, giving you a polite bow. “I must admit, I was beginning to wonder if you were a myth.”

Dabi rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, she’s real. Get over it.”

Shigaraki, who had been sitting at the head of the table with his usual scowl, barely glanced up from the game console he was playing with. “Great. Another normie.” His voice was dismissive, though you could sense the underlying curiosity behind his disinterested exterior. “Hope you’re not too soft.”

“Trust me,” Dabi muttered, shooting Shigaraki a look, “she can handle herself.”

“Yeah,” you added, smiling sweetly. “I’m not as soft as I look.”

Toga clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down beside you. “Oh, I like her! Can we keep her?”

“Relax, Toga,” Dabi grumbled, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he subtly pulled you closer to his side. “She’s not a pet.”

Twice, who had been unusually quiet until now, suddenly burst into laughter. “A pet? That’s hilarious! But wait, no, I think she could be a pet! Or maybe a partner! Or maybe—”

“Twice, stop rambling,” Compress interjected with a chuckle. “You’re going to overwhelm the poor girl.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the chaotic scene unfolding around you. It was clear that Dabi’s ‘family’ was as strange and dysfunctional as he had warned, but there was also something oddly endearing about them. Despite their rough exteriors, they welcomed you with open arms—or at least, most of them did.

As the banter continued, you caught Shigaraki glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his fingers twitching slightly as if he was itching to say something. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“So, what’s your deal?” he asked bluntly, his voice as rough as the skin peeling from his lips. “You got a quirk or something?”

Dabi stiffened slightly beside you, but you remained calm, meeting Shigaraki’s gaze evenly. “Yeah, I do,” you said, your voice steady. “I can heal people.”

Toga’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, really? You can heal? That’s so cool! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“It’s not as simple as it sounds,” you explained. “The healing comes from the food I make. It only works if someone eats something I’ve prepared.”

There was a brief moment of silence as everyone processed your words. Then, Twice broke the tension with a loud, exaggerated gasp. “She can cook?! Oh, we’re definitely keeping her!”

“Food that heals,” Compress mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “That’s quite an unusual quirk.”

Shigaraki, however, didn’t seem as impressed. “Great. A chef,” he muttered, turning his attention back to his game. “As long as you’re not a liability.”

You felt Dabi tense beside you, his jaw clenching, but before he could snap at Shigaraki, you placed a hand on his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’m not a liability,” you said firmly, looking directly at Shigaraki. “I’m here for Dabi, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki didn’t respond, but there was a subtle shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment that you had passed some unspoken test. Dabi’s hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as if to silently thank you for standing your ground.

As the evening went on, the tension eased, and you found yourself surprisingly comfortable in the midst of the League’s chaos. Toga was glued to your side, bombarding you with questions about your quirk and your relationship with Dabi. Twice kept bouncing between joking and making bizarre plans for your future involvement with the League, while Compress continued to make polite conversation, ever the gentleman.

Shigaraki, for the most part, remained focused on his game, though you caught him watching you occasionally, as if trying to figure out where you fit into their world.

And Dabi—well, he was quiet, but there was a certain calmness to him that you hadn’t seen before. He stayed close, his arm resting around your waist or his hand brushing against yours, as if grounding himself in your presence.

By the time you left the hideout, the moon high in the sky, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You had survived your first meeting with the League of Villains, and despite their quirks—both literal and figurative—you could see why Dabi had chosen them as his found family.

As you walked home hand in hand with Dabi, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket, he finally broke the silence.

“So… what do you think?”

You glanced up at him, your lips curling into a soft smile. “I think they’re… different,” you said with a chuckle. “But they’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”

Dabi’s expression softened, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “You really are too good for this world.”

You shook your head, leaning into him as you continued walking. “No, I’m just good enough for you.”

For the first time in a long time, Dabi smiled—really smiled.

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

[princesayumi4k]

CONTENT: POV STORIES WITH TOMURA SHIGARAKI!

TW: Sexual content, cursing, kinks, etc. ANY GENDER MAY READ AHEAD! (..◜ᴗ◝..) ཻུ۪۪♡.

"Listen to me, I don't give a fuck how you feel. I want you. Now." He says, grabbing and pinning you to a wall nearby, his boner getting harder as his gaze fixated on you.

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"Fuck me. I missed you so bad." He whined, dry humping you through your clothes as he mumbled against your neck.

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"C'mere." He did the one finger gesture, then patting his lap.

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"Let me..." He moaned against your lips, kissing you but also taking off your top.

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"That feels good...right there." He whimpers in a quiet tone as you kiss his body full of raw skin and scratches.

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"Are you proud...of me?" He mumbled against you, "I'm a good boy?"

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"That's it...mhm...cum on my fingers..." He whispered somewhat soothingly as he touched you hard.

[pertaretart]

Just yeeting the time lapse of the lines and part of the sketch out there, so you can see my suffering with the hands :'D

Actually drawing them wasn't that bad. Before I sketched them I tried to model the hand throne with 3d models of hands, but I didn't rly get it and wasted so much time orz

In the end it was easier to just draw the hands lmaooo

[skymar13]

OMGAAA QUEEN, CAN YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT BAKUGOU ESPECIALLY “Class sweetheart x class hot head” SMUT? I WOULD REALLY LOVE THATTT, YOUR WRITE SO GOOODDD AHHHHH🫶🏻

my first request🙏🙏 and yes I can.

: smut MDI all characters aged up!

Class hot head x class sweetheart

Bakugo katsuki x virgin!fem!reader

TW : hardcore, dom bakugo, orgasm denial/ multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving) unprotected sex (pls wrap it) and probably others but it’s smut so you know

Not proof read bc im scared to read it

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You’re just so sweet. He couldn’t help but ruin you. He wanted to take that stupid smile off of your beautiful face.

You were too sweet for your own good always smiling at people giving them sweet compliments he had to teach you a lesson. He pounded into you with fast snaps of the hips going impossibly deeper stretching you farther than your fingers ever could.

You let out moans and gasps as he licked your right nipple his hand that wasn’t circling your clit massaged your left breast. It was all too much for you.

“I’m- I’m-gonna come-“ you tried saying he stopped moving his hips making you let out a whine. “Don’t you dare. You cum when I tell you to and I’m not done.” He knew he was being mean. But you needed it you needed to be taught a lesson on being mean. He moved at a rougher pace sending your eyes to the back of your skull. Your moans getting higher pitched. You reached for the bed sheets trying to stay connected to this world. He pulled out of you completely making you feel empty you whined and tried to put your pussy closer to his body.

“Get on your knees” he said and you did as told getting on all fours. He pushed your arms down so now your face was smooshed against the mattress. You expected a warning but instead he plunged deep into your sopping cunt putting his forearm around your waist pulling you into him to match his thrusts. “You - gotta - learn - the - consequences- of - being - nice- to everybody” he said between thrusts these being slower and deeper making you see stars as you babbled out I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again.

Truth be told you had no idea why you were being punished. You’d had multiple talks with bakugo about how you’re too trusting or too nice and one day you’ll get hurt. But when bakugo came into your dorm forcing you to your knees and pulling out his hardened cock talking about how he can’t wait for your lesson to come to you and that he will have to show you. He came all over your face twice before showing your pussy some love.

You couldn’t hold it anymore you squeezed around his dick sputtering his movements. “P-please kats- I need to omfg- I need to cum” you moaned out some words a whisper some a yell for help. “Fine then bitch cum on my dick yeah? Be good and cum f’me” he said and your orgasm came crushing down on you as he rode out your orgasm you expected him to slow down and give you a second to catch your breath but he didn’t he kept going at full force. You tried to push his waist away “‘s too much” you cried. He took your hands holding them behind your back “take it” he growled in your ear. He pulled out giving you some release before he picks you up and spears you on his dick fucking you in the air. You had no where to go nowhere to hold and this new position had you seeing the galaxy. At this point nothing came out of your mouth but gasps and groans as your body went limp. “You’re so fucking good for me. Letting me use you as a doll. You’re going to be so full, Yeha you want to be full of my cum dripping for days?” He whispered to you as you nodded furiously at the thought of him filling you up. You feel the knot form again squeezing onto him viciously. “You ready baby? Come with me please? Please baby can you do that?” He said as he toyed with your clit. You nodded as you felt his cock throbbing and his hubs sputtering as the two of you came together. As he came you rested on his cock feeling so full.

He placed you back on the bed and you thought you were done. Oh dear you were so wrong. He blessed you both with the opportunity to catch your breaths “oh god katsuki that was amazing” you said looking at him as hit face contorts into a smirk. “We’re not done”

That night you had learned two lessons. 1, you were too sweet to everybody and that the world wasn’t as safe as you believed and 2, bakugo can dick you down for hours.

[minnipe]

More Shigaraki headcanons and thoughts because I'm obsessed with him<3

Shigaraki is horny. very horny I would say but he doesn't have a high sex drive. the reason he is horny is because he has never fucked. He had never seen a living breathing fully real pussy in person till he met you sure he 100% would watch porn jacking off to the lewd images or fucking into a very used Fleshlight. his cum oozing out at how fast he was going pathetic whimpers leaving his lips.

he would not know how to be dominant at first. The first time he saw your pussy he felt like he would cum in his boxers. his dick twitched harshly as his tip rubbed against the sticky fabric. He knew it would be nice to see but he didn't know it would leave him so needing of an overwhelming urge to fuck into you.

when you guys first had sex poor boy wouldn't know what to do. He would be so awkward not knowing where to put his hands. you would have to guide his hands where you want them. as he fucked into your tight pussy ruthlessly. couldnt control himself you just feel so good. his dick rubbing againt your gummy walls longer then it was thick as it stretched you out with a hinge of pain from the lack of preperation.

btw guys this is not proofread! All I use is Grammarly really so if you have any constrictive complaints or critiques let me know!

[shawtylex09]

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⋆.˚✮Lex's My Hero Academia Master List.✮˚.⋆

❤️‍🔥 - smut

💋 - spicy (not quite smut)

🌸 - fluff

🥀 - angst

🌺 - neutral

Izuku Midoriya.

⋆ New Girl, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Panic Attack, Izuku Midoriya x F!Reader ⚝ 🥀🌸

⋆ Tattoo, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Drunken confessions, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Cigarette. Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Detective!Reader ⚝ 🌸🥀

⋆ Sleep over. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Yandere!Reader x Izuku Midoriya ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌺💋

⋆ Late night hangout. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Stoner!Reader. ⚝ ♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Rich!Reader x Izuku Midoriya ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Fem!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Virgin!Izuku x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Laughing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Izuku Midoriya x Biting Love language!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ 🌸

⋆ Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Pro Hero!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🌸

⋆ Falling. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Breathless. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Bunny!Izuku Midoriya x Reader ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Foreigner!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ 🌸

Katsuki Bakugo

⋆ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🥀

Shoto Todoroki

Coming soon...

Tenya Iida

⋆ Crushing. Tenya Iida x Flirty!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

Ejiro Kirishima

Coming soon...

Shota Aizawa

⋆ Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Realizing. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. Pt. 2. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

Hitoshi Shinso

Coming soon...

Hanta Sero

Coming soon...

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Coming soon...

Tomura Shigaraki

Coming soon...

Hawks

Coming soon...

[tomuraeater]

— game night

cockwarming your bf :p sex w/ shiggy

no quirk au! shigaraki x fem reader

— hanging out at your boyfriend Tomura’s place, he teaches you how to play Mario kart using special strategies ;)

cw: fem reader! smut, nsfw 18+ cockwarming, unprotected sex, Creampie, mentions of pet names (baby + princess)

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“I wanna play too! Teach me!” you whine, clinging to your boyfriend’s arm as you watch him finish a Mario Kart match. You nudge him playfully, your fingers tracing patterns on his arm. “Come on, I know you’ve got some secret tricks up your sleeve. Show me how to be a pro like you.”

Tomura smirks, slightly motioning his head inviting you to sit on his lap, “alright, idiot, I’ll show you.” He loudly sighs patting his hand lightly on his thigh.

Tomura rolls his eyes as you sat down, wrapping his arms around your waist gently. keeping you close to him.

You smile eagerly, softly pressing your back against his chest, perfectly fitting in his arms. He always carried an irritated demeanor but you knew how to get under his skin.

“Okay the controls are pretty simple - you’ve got your A and B buttons for drifting or item usage, the right trigger is gas, and the left is your brake.”

He then moved his hand on yours, placing it on the controller, making sure you were holding it correctly. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck.

“Okayyy, so like this?” You eagerly press buttons, making your character's kart swerve and bump into random objects. You laugh at the silly graphics, squirming in his lap.

“No, not like that.. You’re just making your character go left and right, stupid..” tomura softly chuckles shaking his head. He guided your hand back onto the controller again, his voice a bit stern.

“Look pay attention, try to control the way you press the buttons. See here,” He mumbled, his gaze fixated on the screen, trying to ignore the way you moved in his lap.

Your character swerved and got dunked by another player, “uh, hey?! How do I throw something back?!” You ask frustratedly, shifting again unintentionally in his lap.

He quietly groaned under his breath, feeling your movements grinding against his crotch. His long soft hands suddenly grip onto your waist, firmly holding you in place. He clears his throat, “Uh That’s called a blue shell, which is a power-up that targets the player in first place and knocks them down. Only the players in the middle and last places can access it. Got it?” He softly huffs, focusing his attention on the controller and back to the screen.

Something about tomura explaining a game in depth, focusing his attention only on you, while intently watching your moves riled you up. His firm grip on your waist as he lightly grazes your skin, spark up a mischievous idea. Through this Nerdy guy’s aloof attitude, you knew how to grind his gears.

You start playing a practice round, intentionally squirming and shifting your ass, back and forth on his crotch. Swerving the controller, collecting the coins and knocking other players down. “I’m getting it, right tomu?” You shift your head batting your eyelashes while smiling slyly.

He could feel his hands twitching from how you were grinding on his lap, making it hard for him to focus on the game. His jaw tighten, feeling his patience thinning down. He gritted his teeth as you tried to bat your eyelashes at him, trying to act innocent, but he knew better.

“You’re doing it right, but quit moving around so damn much.”He mutters, his voice strained, almost holding back a soft moan, you thought. His ears turn a hue of pink, traveling to his face, you just wouldn’t stop moving.

You continue to tease him, riling him up more as you increase your condescending movements. “This game is so fun, any other tricks I can learn, tomu?” Grinning amusingly, as you see his expression change.

His breath hitches as you grind on him, your patronizing intentions tormented his now, growing erection. The constant friction of your ass onto his dick was deteriorating his temptations. He shakes his head, firmly gripping onto your waist, yielding your movements. “Don’t play coy with me, I know what you’re doing,” “this is how you’re getting my attention, huh?” He sternly yet breathlessly said against your ear. His poor cock confined in such a tight space between his pants, look what you did to him.

“I’m trying to teach you how to play the damn game, and here you are, grinding on my dick, acting like a brat,” he growls, his voice low and husky in your ear. His nails dig into your plush curves, sending shivers down your spine. You lean back, feeling his breath tickling your neck.

“I’ll be good, Tomu, please teach me,” you plead grabbing his arm, glancing at his hard dick and back to his face, yours eyes, glistening with need. “Behave and quit moving, if you want me to teach you properly.” He hisses in delight as his lips find a sensitive spot on your nape. His slender hand travels underneath your shirt, fondling your breast. While his other, tugs at your shorts with deliberate care.

“You’re such a tease, you know that? Wearing these tight shorts.” He grunts, yanking them off. You eagerly lift yourself from his lap as he unzips his fly, revealing his leaking, swollen cock. The sight of it makes you drool, licking your lips while you gaze behind him.

Holding the base of his cock, he positions you to align with him, his grip tightening on your waist as a reminder of his rule: no moving when he teaches. “Tomuraaa, hurry,” you whine impatiently, trying to slyly rub your cunt against his tip. “Ah, ah what’d I just say?” He pokes at your waist, eyes darkened yet glistened with desire. You were already soaking wet, your walls aching and desperate to be filled by his length. His teasing only fuels your need, making you crave his touch even more.

“s-shit,” he stutters as your pussy engulfs his dick little by little. Your tight walls burying him further in, riling you up. “hahhh..” you gasp out leaning back against him lightly bucking your hips. Hissing between his teeth he tightly grips onto your waist. “Don’t move.” He mutters, huskily against your ear. God your pussy was amazing, he tried to maintain focus on the game, disregarding the intense pleasure circulating his dick.

The warmth of your walls hugging him in, quickened your pulse. You grip onto his hoodie sleeves, slumping your head back on his shoulder. the pleasure was overwhelming, his dick twitching inside your soaking cunt made you just want to ride him. “mm, f-fuck.” You softly gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

Tomura rested his chin on your shoulder, his grip on your waist remaining firm. Your intoxicating fragrance, needy behavior, and the way your perfect pussy sucked him in made it nearly impossible for him to hold back. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself, feeling the warmth of your body against his. Every instinct screamed at him to lose control, but he fought to maintain his composure, savoring the delicious tension building between you.

“To master drifting it’s all about timing. You want to start your drift before the turn, then hold it until the sparks turn blue. That’s when you release for the boost.” His voice carrying a hint of a smirk. He guides your hands, pressing buttons on the controller. “Your turn.” He softly whispers, his hot breath against yours, in a teasing manner.

“mmm okay,” your mind blank, you swallow hard, responding breathlessly. How were you going to focus when his thick cock was stuffed inside you like this?! Your pussy pulsing, begging for movement. You attempt, mimicking his movements, your fingers deftly move over the controller, slyly moving forward to get the least amount of friction. “hahhh.. I-I almost did it, right?” You bite your lip, relishing the short epiphany of pleasure.

His arm grabs ahold of you pulling you tighter and closer, “not quite, you gotta feel the rhythm of the track.” He nonchalantly says, amusingly smirking at your expression. “Dont act like I don’t know what you’re doing either, princess.” Softly chuckling, his breath tickling your neck, gripping your waist.

The only rhythm you wanted to feel was the pumping of his cock in and out of your pussy, thrusting you till your mind goes blank. You groan frustratedly, this is what you wanted right? You clench your jaw, gripping the controller as you feel your heat getting wetter, his dick perfectly against your walls, made your tolerance cut down immensely. You don’t know how much patience you can handle anymore.

“Shortcuts make a huge difference, knowing each track is crucial! Look here, the rainbow road has a hidden path, if I go through here… I save seconds off my lap time!” His tongue sticks out as he controls, talking you through the technique, He slightly jolts up smirking. His dick twitched from the slight shift in movement, your pussy still pulsing recklessly.

“mmmph,” you moan covering your mouth, eyes tightly shut, desperately savoring the pleasure. You just wanted to be pounded into right at this moment. You couldn’t bare much longer, his cunning voice and explanations tipped you over the edge.

He lightly taps your thigh , getting your attention. “Hey, focus baby. I thought you wanted to learn some shortcuts and tricks.” He nuzzled your neck, kissing you teasingly.

“f-fine,” you sigh defeatedly, you desperately search for the slightest amounts of movement and friction. But to your dismay, tomura kept a tight hold, restricting you.

“You gotta be bold and take risks—” Tomura cuts himself off, intently watching your expressions. Feelings of guilt linger in his mind. Though he thoroughly enjoys watching you squirm, whine, and behave so obediently, he decides you deserve a reward. He’s close to the edge too, his dick pleading for movement. The tightness of your walls clamping around him feels too amazing to resist.

With a loud sigh, he droops his head, with half lidded eyes peering at you, your head slightly slumps. “Baby, you doing okay?” He teasingly asks. You stay silent, your legs twitching as the sensation increased overwhelmingly. You stayed true to his words, resisting your own urges. But god you needed to be fucked now.

He breaks the seconds of silence: “Lessons over, you’ve been a good girl,” He chuckles softly. Sneaking his hand to grab your tits, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. Your eyes glistened, heat immediately rushing to your pussy, your ears perked up. “I have been tomu!” You whine out as you sloppily kiss him back. Moving slightly on his dick, moaning in his mouth, “need you now, please!” You tug at his hoodie sleeves pressing yourself back against him.

“mkay, you deserve it,” he murmurs, moving you to face him as you eagerly straddle his dick. Your hands intertwine with his, your tongue slightly out as he pulls you in for a kiss. “Yes, yes, yes,” spills from your lips as you needily kiss him, your pussy clenching around his dick, finally relieved to be pleasured.

“Ride this dick, make ‘m feel good.” He lustfully mumbles against your neck. You immediately shift up and down, your wet folds sucking his dick in and out releasing squeals from your lips. His dick hitting the right spots that were patiently waiting to be touched, satisfied you intensely. “f-feels ‘s good,” You whine out throwing your head back.

“fuck y-yeah,” tomura moans as he watches your tits bounce up and down. Your ethereal expressions with your mouth slightly agape, hair sexily parted, and lewd sounds of pleasure turned him on so bad. The way your pussy engulfed his dick so well taking his shape and form ever so perfectly circulated bliss across his body. The provocative squelches of his dick being slammed into your puffy cunt satisfied your hunger for lust.

“ ‘s good for me baby, such a good girl,” he squeezes your hands tighter biting his lip, his dick pumping in and out of your dripping cunt, a captivating sight. Moans flying out your mouth as you pound him into you, clenching him in tightly as he slips in and out of you, his tip perfectly hitting your sweet spot. “ ‘m a good girl, just for you, tomu!” You slurred out, feelings of euphoria wash across your body.

“Yeah? Your gonna fuck the cum out of me then?” He breathlessly smirks, now grabbing your waist as he maneuvers your body, rolling your hips as he harshly rubs your clit. “mmmph, y-yes fuck!” You loudly moan, the pleasure was overwhelming, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles as his throbbing dick thrusts into you with a fast rhythm.

“come on baby, you can do it.” He encourages you as you ride him so well. Your hands now tightly on his broad shoulders as you bounce up and down on his dick, quickening your pace. “tomuuu,” you whine forehead slumped on his shoulder.

“Getting tired, princess?” he chuckles softly, his voice laced with amusement. Placing his hands firmly on your ass, he shifts to thrust his dick into you, his movements deliberate and powerful. The sensation of you getting off on his dick had been intoxicating, but now it was his turn to take control. The way your body responds to his touch, the sounds you make, and the look of pure ecstasy on your face all drive him wild. He relishes the moment, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge.

“You feel so good, fuck, you close?” he mumbles, pulling you closer, your bodies pressed tightly together. You exchange sloppy kisses as you shake your head needily. “Mhm hmm!” you moan, biting your lip. Your ass smacks stickily against his balls, the squelch of your pussy being filled by his cock in and out igniting your lust.

“Yeah? cum with me baby,” he pants out groaning as he pounds into your puffy cunt reaching closer to his climax. You grip tightly onto his shoulders enduring the intense pleasure as you feel your climax approaching. “oh f-fuck” “tomu you make ‘m feel ‘s good!” “gonna cum!” You babble nestling your head against his neck, curling your toes.

“ ‘M cumming, baby, fuck!” Tomura’s pace staggers as he fills your pussy with his thick load of seed. He gazes up at you intently, eyes dark with desire, watching your chest heave up and down. Each thrust is deliberate as he savors the moment, his cock sliding in and out, prolonging your ecstasy. You ride out your high, your nails digging into his shoulders. As you approach your orgasm, your body tenses, toes curling in pleasure. A wave of intense sensation crashes over you, and you cum hard, your pussy contracting around his dick, milking every drop of his seed. “Hahhh ‘m cumming tomu,” you pant in and out, pulling him into a kiss.

The room mingled with sounds of heavy breathing and wetness as you kiss eachother passionately. Tomura looks at you sweetly as he tucks your hair behind your ear, taking in your beauty. Your flushed skin, sweat glistening on your soft flesh, and cute swollen lips. “hahh my good girl, you listen so well.” He breathlessly says holding you close inches away from your face. You giggle softly smiling ear to ear, “I’m a quick hands on learner ya’ know” you cross your arms closing your eyes pridefully holding your head up high.

He laughs softly, poking your waist. “Well, since I know a couple of tricks now, let’s race!” you exclaim with a smirk. He playfully rolls his eyes. “Okay, but we both know who the sore loser is gonna be. You can’t beat a pro like me,” he grins cunningly. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see about that!” you reply, playfully punching his shoulder and giggling.

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This one was so fun to write I need him so bad omfg >_< I hope u guys enjoyed this lengthier one!!! also I’m open to be mutauls dm, message ask me anything <3