#todoroki touya x male reader

[nixwriteschaos]

My Brat

Dabi x Male!Reader Summary: Dabi is quite the brat. During a mission, he did not listen to Y/N’s commands towards the team and he is not happy with Dabi’s defiance. After ignoring Dabi for weeks, he finally owns up to his actions.

★☽A/N: My friend kinda(?) begged me to make a male ! I’m still shocked that the first one got 87+ notes… You guys are real freaky! But so am I for writing it-

Contents: SMUT - Dom|Top Male!Reader - Sub|Bottom Dabi - Brat Taming; Hair Pulling; Pain and Pleasure Play; Degradation; Praise; Forced Orgasm / Orgasm Control; Overstimulation; Impact Play

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This fucking brat..

Y/N thought as he watched Dabi run away before everyone was there. He sighed in frustration while the members of the Vanguard Group watched in confusion. “Did he just..?-” Y/N turned around. “Yes, he did.” He groaned. At a defeated state, he signaled the others to follow along.

Guessed he had to improvise some of the plan..

! ~

Y/N was just grateful they managed to kidnap the boy. The angry blonde still passed out. The LOV guessed that it would take a while for the shock and drugs to wear off. While Shigaraki thought of how to convince the young hero in training to join, Toga decided to play with Magne while watching the news.

Dabi decided to do a small celebration, asking Kurogiri to pour him a glass of wine, the best they got. Kurogiri, ever the obedient man, poured a tall glass with transparent wine, bubbles coming to the top. He slides it to him, Dabi catching it swiftly.

Before he could take a sip, a soft hand reached down and grabbed his glass. “Hey-” He stopped when he noticed Y/N behind him, holding his glass. With a swift move, he drank all of the liquid in seconds, placing the glass down gently.

“I wanted to drink that.” Y/N looked down at him, a chilling shiver going down his spine by how intense his stare was. “Is that so?” His voice was stern and deep, raising a brow as his statement.

“Yeah, it was to celebrate today.” Dabi’s snarky and cocky statement made Y/N chuckle. Another shiver went down Dabi’s spine once more. He hated how Y/N’s voice could easily send shivers down his spine. “Then it should be mine. After all, I was the one who made the plan.”

“And I’m the one who got the boy.” Y/N chuckled at his prideful response. “I’m pretty sure Mr. Compress got him. You just prevented the boy’s friends from saving him.” He grinned. Dabi growled at the harsh truth. Y/N leaned forward, a smug look on his face.

His hand slowly trailed up to Dabi’s hair, gently stroking his locs. Dabi unconsciously leaned into his gentle touch, a slight blush apparent on his face. Without a word, Y/N pulled harshly on his hair, causing a grunt from the burnt man.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled out, causing Toga and Magne to turn around with curious glances but turned back around, minding their own business. “Why the fuck are you-” Y/N cut him off with an aggressive kiss. It was messy and sloppy, Dabi arching back as Y/N loomed over him. His hand had the same tight grip on his hair, causing a sense of pain through his body.

He tried to push Y/N back but his tight grip on his hand and his other slowly sneaking to his waist prevented him. Dabi couldn’t stop himself from leaning towards Y/N’s hot touch. He could feel the H/C’s smirk against his lips. The raven head wanted to protest but the H/C head’s hot touch made him melt.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Y/N smiled a gentle smile, stroking his soft cheek. He nodded eagerly, leaning towards the touch and the soft whispered voice. “Fuck off…” he mumbled, a slight blush on his face.

Y/N chuckled, loving how bratty Dabi was. It was funny to see the villain act all bratty, knowing what is to come to the ravenhead.

“Could I go ahead and take him?” He turned to Kurogiri who nodded in response. He nodded back and grabbed Dabi, putting him over his shoulder. “Oi! Get me down!” Dabi protested but to no avail. Y/N didn’t answer, only a smirk on his face as he carried him to their shared room.

! ~

In the League of Villains’ base, each member had their own room, even if they had one of their own, there was always room for them. As for Y/N and Dabi, they have a shared room. The room was big to accommodate the two villains.

Y/N dropped Dabi on the bed, causing him to bounce on the springed mattress. “Ouch! What the fuck?!” Dabi cursed, an irk appearing. Y/N just chuckled. He enjoyed watching Dabi acting like a bat, despite being annoyed by his attitude multiple times. At this point, he might have gotten used to it.

The H/C haired villain smiled at his bratty attitude. He was ever so close to just ripping his clothes and lift his legs while he fucked Dabi dry.

But he didn’t.

He lifted Dabi’s legs as he took off the raven haired male’s pants, ignoring his yells of protest, taking off his jacket shortly after. Y/N didn’t really care if the villain decided to keep his shirt on, knowing how sweaty he will be after. He leaned forward with a smirk. Y/N slowly moved his hand down, from his neck and to his hips. He could feel the shivers going down the burnt man’s spine. It was satisfying to see Dabi trying to keep his composer.

But he knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Such a brat, hm?” Dabi growled. He hated being called a brat, he hated how his body reacts to such a degrading pet name! He wanted to protest but Y/N’s warmth made his mind so mushy.. He hated it so much! But he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, leaning towards Y/N’s gentle and feathery touch.

Y/N chuckled at Dabi’s body’s reaction. “And so dirty..” he commented, his hand rubbing Dabi’s hip affectionately. He wanted Dabi to melt into his hands, only to moan and yell out in pleasure while he fucked him to submission. He couldn’t resist giving Dabi a light tap. It wasn’t heavy, just enough to get a reaction.

And a reaction he received. Dabi arched his back, allowing Y/N access to his ass. Y/N hastily placed his hand on Dabi’s cheek, catching him off guard. “Y/N! What the fuck are you?-” Y/N pressed a kiss against the villain’s lips, shutting him real quick.

Y/N had shivers down his spine as he swallowed all of Dabi’s faint moans, leaning closer to the kiss. Despite having his bottom face burned, his lips were soft. Rough– but smooth, so kissable. He enjoyed all of his kisses with Dabi, enjoying how Dabi writhe beneath him.

He backed away from the kiss, looking at the panting Dabi. “Fuck you…” Y/N chuckled at his curses. The H/C knew it was… like his love language, the only way he could communicate his feelings. Of course, he knew it would change after a few touches soon.

! ~

“You’re so cute, Touya..” Y/N grinned, watching as Dabi twitched and squirmed beneath him, sweat beads trailing down his sensitive body. His chest heaved heavily, trying to keep up with Y/N’s pace. “Y-You’re a fucking beast..” Touya managed to say between breaths. Y/N snickered. He enjoyed watching the villain writhe underneath him, he knew how quick he would melt under his gentle and warm touch.

“You want more?” Dabi gasped, feeling Y/N’s fingers curled in his entrance. He bit his tongue, not wanting to let out any sounds. The base didn’t have the best walls, making it difficult for him to make all the sounds he wanted. The H/C noticed his suppression and laughed again. He didn’t know why he was laughing and finding things humorous lately.

Perhaps it was because of his lover?

He shrugged to himself, causing a raised brow from Dabi. Y/N shook his head, getting his head back to their situation. He looked down and noticed how Touya was clenching on his fingers, making him grin a mischievous grin.

“Oh?” He raised a brow, his cocky and mischievous grin visible. Touya just huffed, looking away which was something Y/N did not like. He grabbed Dabi’s chin harshly with his free hand and forced him to look at him. “Touya. Look at me.” Dabi immediately received a shiver down his spine.

He was so desperate to thrust his hips up, but Y/N’s glare prevented him from doing so. His eyes were fully on Y/N’s. Watching his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squinted in annoyance. “Ignoring me, hm?” He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

Seeing Dabi’s bratty attitude, he curled his fingers just right. The tip of his index finger grazed on Dabi’s prostate, causing him to arch his back in shock, gasping. “Such a brat,” he spat, pushing his fingers further in and curling them to press brutally on his prostate.

The ravenhead immediately let out a high-pitched moan, his back arching and his hips thrusting up along with his back. His eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head, feeling a spark shot up his body.

He could hear Y/N’s taunting chuckles, enjoying his reaction. He looked down, trying to look intimidating. But his glossy eyes weren't much help. He was one of the best villains, a notorious one! But he melts at just a soft touch from his partner. And he hated it. He hated being vulnerable. He didn’t want to admit that he loves every single soft warm touch he receives from his lover.

He didn’t want to admit that he loves getting punished, being a brat and receiving his punishment was thrilling to him. It was like the thrill of not getting caught by heroes with just a hair, however the feeling was much greater than the thrill of not getting caught.

He loved it in a way.

“I think you're ready.” Dabi’s attention turned back to Y/N who had taken his fingers out of his ass and started to buckle his belt open. His eyes immediately widened.

“Really?” he asked in a hushed tone, his voice a bit hoarse. Y/N raised a brow at his question. “Of course, unless.. You don’t want it? Cause if so-” Dabi immediately shook his head. Touya didn’t want him to stop! He was already this far in so why not finish with it?

“Just… Get it over with.” He growled softly at the sight of Y/N taunting smirk. “Beg, love.” Touya huffed deeply.

He didn’t want to beg! Why should he beg?

But seeing how he was so close to getting what he wanted, seeing the tent growing on Y/N’s boxers.. His body couldn’t stop the shiver from going down his spine.

“-ease..” Y/N hummed in confusion. “Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. Dabi groaned a bit in embarrassment. ‘Fuck…’ Touya thought to himself. He hesitated when he said, “please… sir..” And the moment he said that, Y/N smiled. A genuine and soft smile, not one of his taunting and annoying smirks.

“Such a good boy, hm?” Touya whimpered slightly at the praise. He enjoyed praise, more than he would admit it. He loved how he would feel himself getting so close just by praise. “Good boy” ; “sweet boy” ; “baby” were pet names that he could never ignore.

He knew he was slowly losing it.

!~

“C’mon, you can take it. Be a good boy for me.” Touya whimpered, feeling Y/N’s cock pulse inside of him. He could feel Y/N getting bigger by the second and he was desperate for a release. “Too– much!” he managed to choke out. Y/N only smiled, feigning to touch his cock. “You can take it.” Touya shook his head profusely, not wanting anything more.

But he never said stop.

Y/N grabbed Touya’s bruised hips tightly and put all in his strength to fuck the brains out of Touya. He choked on his own saliva as he felt Y/N’s powerful thrusts, feeling his tip hit his prostate flawlessly. “F-Fuck!” he cursed, throwing his head back. He bit his bottom lip, causing his lip to die a crimson red, a color familiar to him.

“You wanna come, don’t you?” Touya nodded, his eyes closed but his mouth agape, breathing heavily. “Then stop being a brat.” Y/N thrust his hips right against Touya, knocking the air out of his lungs. He gasped, feeling his climax climbing. His cock was red and throbbing, begging for release.

He lowers his head, just enough to look at Y/N. The H/C's eyes are closed and his brows furrowed. His hips continued to move hard, sending shocks through the black-haired male.

The villain could feel a knot tightening in his stomach by the second, his climax reaching its limit. He was ready to explode, but Y/N’s thumb on his cock’s slit caused him to dry-orgasmed several times, feeling overstimulated and wanting more.

“Pl-Plea– se! F..Fu-Fuck!!” he managed to choke out. Y/N’s thrusts slowly became sloppier by each “uh” from Touya’s mouth. He could feel his cock twitch in anticipation for his climax release. He grabbed Y/N’s body closer to his, his nails clawing at Y/N’s back– creating marks along his back– marking him as did Y/N did on him.

Feeling his climax reaching its peak, he thrusted his hips all the way in, causing Touya to arch his back. His eyes rolled back and his mouth was agape, drooling as he let out a loud moan. Touya’s cock twitched one last time before squirting his semen all over his stomach– some even reached his face. Y/N released all his cum inside of Touya, filling him to the brim.

He breathed heavily as he came from his high. He reached over to Touya’s cock and slowly stroked it, allowing Touya to get through his own high. Touya whimpered at the touch and looked down at Y/N who lazily stroked it.

“Y..You bastard…” Y/N looked up with a smirk and a snicker, leaning forward to give a peck on his sweaty forehead.

"I know." —

[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ SITUATIONSHIP PT.3 - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: swearing, suggestive in some parts, gn!reader, dabi being a smartass, y/n's shoplifting lmao, he's in heavy denial it's insane. (also, that necrophilia joke is a JOKE. don't take it seriously pls lmao)

Author's Note: hi hiiiii. i love writing for this little series thing so if u get sick of me, i'm sorryyyyy. i hope you enjoy reading, send in a request if u have any!

part two here!

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[loveriotss]

HEY CUTIE ⸻ touya todoroki

INCLUDES — gn! reader, streamer! au, headcannons, drabbles, smau, fluff, crack, slightly suggestive, around 2k words WARNINGS — dabi and his chat making 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 jokes read at your own risk, also the pink color used for the y/n's username doesn't depict gender or anything i just wanted to use it. TAGS — @bbluefllame, @seneon

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

[ cutiepatootien/n — is your username. i added n/n (nickname) at the end instead of y/n because we gotta be mysterious. you can use whatever you want for your n/n. ]

streamer! dabi who created his account because toga wanted a partner to play roblox with her on stream.

the chat was buzzing with excitement, a sea of emojis, animated stickers and exclamation points flowing through the live stream. toga himiko, spinning around in her pink gaming chair with her signature grin plastered across her face. she ceased her spinning, banging her palms onto the desk as she leaned into the camera. her hair was styled in her usual wild, chaotic fashion, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and anticipation.

"hello my lovelies! welcome back to my channel!" she exclaimed, her voice full of energy. "today’s going to be a blast because i’ve got a special guest joining me!"

the chat exploded with curiosity and speculation. who could it be?

toga's grin widened. "presenting my one and only grumpy roommate, who i’ve bribed with a month of doing his chores to do this with me, dabi!”

a wave of hype flooded the chat, and viewers eagerly waited for this ‘dabi’ to make his entrance. the screen flickered for a moment before his webcam feed appeared. he leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed yet slightly bored, a stark contrast to toga’s exuberance. his room was quite dark, the only way you could make out his face was through the glow of his monitors. his dark hair was tousled and his smirk was casual.

itscandy: woah didn’t know your roommate was a hottie 😻 togasgirlfriend: himiko is hotter 🙄 froggypop: why he look suspiciuroisu  himikoshairclip: the editors are gonna have fun with this stream bunnyrabbit: I WANT BOAF ‼️

"hey, everyone," dabi started, his voice deep and slightly scratchy. he gave a lazy wave to the camera. "let’s get this over with."

toga laughed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "stop trying to be nonchalant, show some energy!” she exclaimed, a bit too close to her mic which made dabi slightly wince and adjust his headphones. “we’re going to have so much fun! today, we’re diving into a horror game on roblox! hope you’re ready to get scared!"

dabi raised an eyebrow. "horror, huh? sounds like it might be a good laugh."

"alright, let’s do this!" toga said, clicking on the game. the screen transitioned to the game’s loading screen, and the chat erupted with a flurry of messages, many were curious about dabi and how he would handle the scares. 

"okay so the goal is to go through as many doors as we can while surviving the monsters," toga explained, her tone taking on a serious note. "stick with me and don’t go running off by yourself."

dabi nodded, his expression shifting into one of mild amusement. "yes ma’am, lead the way."

streamer! dabi who ended up enjoying the games a lot and decided to start doing some solo streams.

dabi sat in front of his gaming setup, the glow of his computer monitor illuminating his sharp features in the dimly lit room.

he hit the “go live” button and watched as the chat box began to fill with greetings and excited comments from his growing fanbase. dabi’s expression softened, a rare hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. the anticipation in the chat was palpable. he took a moment to compose himself, then looked directly into the camera.

“hey, everyone. dabi here,” he said, his voice a smooth, controlled monotone. “you may know me as the hot and better roommate from toga's roblox stream a few days ago." he leaned back into his chair, tilting his head slightly as he scanned the chat box. "i wanted to do a stream of my own, just for fun. so tonight, I’m diving into one of the scariest horror games out there. don't piss you pants, yeah?”

streamer! dabi who gained a huge following quite quickly. his name popping up on every platform and eventually, he catches your attention.

"2 am, huh?" dabi says, finally clicking out of the game he had chosen to play for tonight, staring at his small desk clock. it had been over 3 hours since he first started the stream. he stretched his body slightly, slight muscles flexing under the shirt he wore as he leaned closer to the camera, checking himself out. "fuck chat, i can see my roots." he says, ruffling up his hair slightly.

chococat donated $30

back away from the camera youre making me nervous

loverriots donated $15

you look hot either way king

menkisser donated $50

DYE MY HAIR WITH ME STREAM WHEN???

he grinned at the donations, leaning back into his chair and lighting up a cigarette as he scanned the chat box. "maybe i should do one..this white hair makes me feel old."

cutiepatootien/n donated $5

i didn’t know you had dyed hair, it really suits you

dabi's fiery gaze lingered on your donation for a bit too long. he takes a drag from his cigarette before replying. "m'flattered really. interesting name you got there by the way".

cutiepatootien/n: oh my god my friends changed it as a joke but now i can’t reset it 😭

he grinned at your response, leaning closer slightly, his piercings gleaming from the light of his monitor. "i think it suits you, cutie".

dabislefttoe: GAH DAMN juicebox: if i close my eyes i can pretend he’s saying that to me #staydelulu ❤️ ihateorangecandy: n/n won joinmystreamforfreerobux: i was orginally here to promote this bot but heyyy 😻 alphawolf: that’s it im getting you pregnant

streamer! dabi who's mind lingers on you for too long, even after the stream has ended. he find's himself getting too silly and clicking on your twitch profile.

it's been two hours since dabi clicked on your social links from your twitch profile. he shamelessly scrolled through your instagram and tiktok, scanning each picture and video, carefully making sure he that he doesn't accidentally like anything. he's so engrossed in this that he doesn't even notice when his blonde roommate enters the room and stands behind him, staring at his screen.

"they're cute," toga says, one hand on the arm of his chair while the other one rests on his desk. "yeah.." dabi mindlessly replies before snapping his head to look at her, quickly closing his tabs. "what the fuck toga i told you to knock before coming in" he sneers at her, clearly annoyed.

"oh come on, i would've busted down the door by how loudly i was knocking," she replies, spinning around and slumping herself on his bed "but you were too busy stalking your new crush! who are they by the way? tell me the deets!" she says, excitedly kicking her feet.

"it's none of your business, get lost," he mumbles, grabbing a drink from his mini fridge, snapping it open with his middle finger and taking a sip.

toga skips over to his desk, snagging a drink for herself which earns her a scowl from dabi, before she speaks, "mhm sure! let me know if your loser ass needs some advice."

"get out."

streamer! dabi who decides to give in to his chat's requests and go live while dyeing his hair.

dabi’s bathroom was lit up by the harsh, overhead fluorescent lights. he was leaning over the sink, one hand gripping a box of black hair dye and the other clutching a pair of disposable gloves. the mirror was fogged up from the hot water he’d run earlier, but the camera in front of him was crystal clear, broadcasting his every move to a growing audience.

“hey degenerates, what's ip?” dabi’s voice crackled with a hint of amusement as he adjusted the camera angle. “welcome to the chaos. you all wanted me to touch up my roots on stream for whatever freaky reason so, here we are—dyeing my hair live.”

he chuckled, the sound mingling with the chatter of his chat. The screen was a whirlwind of comments, emojis, and questions. before he did anything, he looked down at his shirt pondering for a moment. "i should take this off right? don't want it to get stained or anything" he says nonchalantly as he pulls it over his head.

now some might think this was unnecessary, i mean — taking off his black shirt because he was scared it was going to get stained with black dye? it almost seemed like he had done it on purpose..but the chat didn't seem to care.

touyaslefttit: the first thing i look at in a man is his heart. the fact that his tits are in front of his heart is NOT MY FAULT hellokittylvr: GIRL DINNER 😻😻 pookieschmookie: no guillotine could take away the head im about to give him ilovefictionalmen: i wanna take a shower with him I MEAN i wanna keep him as a pet I MEAN loverriots: very demure shigaraki: 🍅🍅🍅

he tossed his shirt aside, constantly eyeing the screen and reading the chat box and donations carefully as he put on his gloves and squeezed dye into a bowl.

cutiepatootien/n donated $10

just opened the stream and the first thing i see is your chest 😓 not complaining tho 🙏🙏

dabi immediately looks down, keeping his eyes on the dye. "i can show you more than my chest cutie" he says boldly, trying to hide the stupid smirk on his face. [a/n: fake nonchalant dreadhead!! i see him chalanting!!]

streamer! dabi who was waiting for you to join his stream.

streamer! dabi who shamelessly flirts with you on stream, causing many fans to talk about you and try to speculate who this 'cutie' could be.

"so their name is y/n!" toga yells into dabi's ear. she was once again in his room, uninvited, staring at him with sparkly and excited eyes. she had somehow found out your name and was now shoving her phone which had twitter open in his face. the tweets were from his viewers, all about who this 'cutie' could be.

dabi groans. yeah he was the one who drew attention to you but, uh oh! he's now facing the consequences of his own actions as he stares at your account which is now on private. you were smart and new it was best to keep your socials private and out of view from any jealous or crazy fans dabi might have.

"just send them a follow request if you wanna see them so bad!" toga says, getting slightly impatient and snatching dabi's phone out of his hand and speed walking away. "TOGA STOP DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!" he yells as he chases her. "you're too much of a pussy dabi, you have a crush and you should confess!" she says, tossing the phone back to dabi. he hurriedly grabs it and stares at the screen in shock.

there your account was..now public? no. he was following it.

"you actually sent them a follow request?" he says, glaring at the blonde who just flashes him a cheeky smile. "but they accepted right? shoot your shot!"

"i'm going to kick you out of my house."

streamer! dabi who spends a lot of time with you floating around in his mind and eventually musters up the courage to text you.

NOTE — i fear i yapped too much for this one, dabi having a silly internet crush is just so cutesy to me. did you guys notice me and shigaraki sneaking into this fic i thought it was funny. might make this into a series?? idk.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[cult-of-husbandos]

yandere!dabi - until he met you

💙🔥 ━ Dabi is no stranger to bringing “strays” over to the league hideout or at some abandoned warehouse to… “play” for the lack of a better word.

💙🔥 ━ The rest of the league don’t really care about Dabi’s sexcapades since the strays he picks up don’t even have the chance to stay long enough to get in the way of anything.

💙🔥 ━ They were used and tossed like a discarded fleshlight after a single use. No repeats.

💙🔥 ━ At maximum, the “playing” would only last 30 minutes. And 29.5 of those minutes are spent on the most hardcore screaming, filthiest, wall-banging sex that even God turns away at what he created the human body for.

💙🔥 ━ Toga calls him a gross fuckboy.

💙🔥 ━ Twice thinks of him as an unhinged sex god that he worships and often sickens him.

💙🔥 ━ Shigaraki doesn’t really give a fuck since he bought noise-cancelling headphones.

💙🔥 ━ As long Dabi isn’t fucking in the common room or where they eat, Dabi could be turning his “playmates” into fried tempura for all he cared.

💙🔥 ━ Now, what happens to these strays before and after the fun depends on Dabi. The strays he takes in either scream in horror once he strips off his disguise and coverings, and when they try to flee, they are quickly dealt with.

💙🔥 ━ And the ones that stay get their brains fucked out and tossed aside with the scars to tell the story.

💙🔥 ━ Dabi’s boredom for new strays is faster than his “love” for them.

💙🔥 ━ Love.

💙🔥 ━ Love was never meant for a Todoroki.

💙🔥 ━ Even the word meant nothing to him. He refuses to become weak and pitiful like his mother or worse–

💙🔥 ━ An abusive bastard like his father.

💙🔥 ━ Love was never meant for Dabi.

💙🔥 ━ Until he caught you.

💙🔥 ━ The moment Dabi met you, you were just like any other stray. All alone. Standing on the corner of a convenient store in clothes that didn’t fit the weather around you. Staring off into the street, completely obviously to your surroundings. Another perfect stray to capture.

💙🔥 ━ What he thought would be another wall-denting, bed-breaking fuck to give him that sprinkle dopamine and oxytocin that distracts him from that feeling that he isn’t a fucked-up person turned into an extreme obsession he couldn’t explain.

💙🔥 ━ At first, he thought he was just the sex.

💙🔥 ━ You were definitely not a selfish lover.

💙🔥 ━ The strays he fucked were prime pillow princesses.

💙🔥 ━ You had this man's knees buckling, toes clenching, back arched so far sweat was dripping onto the bed sheets it turned his bed into a pool.

💙🔥 ━ You were giving this man the sloppiest of toppy.

💙🔥 ━ Each orgasm racked his body and he swore he saw the blinding face of God. He felt like he should be paying you for your service.

💙🔥 ━ He came more with you than with any other stray.

💙🔥 ━ You popped a few of this man’s staples, that’s how amazing you were.

💙🔥 ━ Sex with you was like a drug. So addicting. Just one more hit and he would get bored and move on.

💙🔥 ━ At least… that’s what he thought.

💙🔥 ━ After another night of the most glorious fuck he ever had, he woke up to himself all alone on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse that you two made into a secret love hotel. That was the silent agreement. You always knew when the fun was over and left without any parting words or hesitation, even at the hideout. None of the members of the league had ever seen you, just heard you. You were like a succubus that disappeared the moment the sun peeked out. That also made you completely different from the others.

💙🔥 ━ As he peeled himself off the cold floor, he noticed a white bag that wasn’t there yesterday. An inviting smell wafted into his nose and he immediately clocked it.

💙🔥 ━ Food. Breakfast. Did you buy this for him?

💙🔥 ━ He saw a post-it note on the container of food and read it: 'Your stomach rumbled when you were asleep. It was so cute! Eat well♡'

💙🔥 ━ This simple act did more to him than any amount of therapy could ever do.

💙🔥 ━ Ever since then, his thoughts revolved around you.

💙🔥 ━ He needed to find you again.

💙🔥 ━ And when he did… he’d cage you up and keep you like the last animal facing extinction.

💙🔥 ━ You were now his and his only.

💙🔥 ━ Dabi had never done this before. He doesn’t know how to reach out to a stray. Once you left, he’d often find you roaming the city out of pure coincidence and hook up then and there. He had no way of reaching out to you. He never asked for contact info or where you lived or what you did throughout the day. He didn’t even know your last name. He didn’t care. Now, he was driving himself crazy waiting for you at the places he often found you. But, you never showed up.

💙🔥 ━ The other members started noticing the sporadic changes he made. He started pacing. Picking at his burned bottom lip until it bled. Talking to himself and asking weird questions about random spots throughout the city. Losing his temper and scorching walls and other objects in the hideout. They had no idea the hold you had on this man. Shigaraki still didn’t care.

💙🔥 ━ Dabi exhausted himself trying to find you.

💙🔥 ━ He found you while on his search. You were sleeping on a park bench in a barely-lit section of the park. Wearing the same clothes you always wore. Clothes that didn’t fit the weather. No blanket. Nothing to protect yourself. Painfully obvious to your surroundings.

💙🔥 ━ Dabi felt like his heart was going to burst.

💙🔥 ━ Dabi approached you like a predator hunting for his food. The park is completely empty. No one around to witness. He nudged you awake, taking mental pictures as you stirred and blinked tiredly.

💙🔥 ━ You thought it was just another cop telling you you can’t sleep here. But, it wasn’t a cop. It was Dabi.

💙🔥 ━ In his black hoodie and mask pulled down to his chin. Crouched down to your level. He had an unbridled wide smile. You’d never seen it before.

💙🔥 ━ Not this wide.

💙🔥 ━ “Found you, baby~”

💙🔥 ━ “Hm? …Oh, hey Dabi…” you greeted, wiping the sleepiness from your eyes. “What’re you doing here? Are you okay?”

💙🔥 ━ Dabi couldn’t stop the waterfall of words and accusations coming from his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself. Everything from how you couldn’t run away from him to why you were avoiding him to who were fucking besides him. You are his. No one else's. Dabi didn’t mean any of the words he was saying, but he couldn’t stop it. It was like a dam that broke that was within the city limits. Nothing could stop it. It got to the point where he wasn’t making any sense. Like every thought was getting into a car wreck build-up and debris is just flying.

💙🔥 ━ “You hate me, don’t you?! I’m just a fuck to you, huh?! Running away from me! I’ll break you! I’ll kill you! You’re nothing! No one would notice! It would be so easy… Ashes… Is that why you're here? To fuck someone else?! Did they leave you like a cum dumpster? Who was it? Why aren’t you saying anything? ‘Cuz I’m right, aren’t I?! No one can fuck you like me! Is that all you are?! A fuck?! Fuck you! You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!You’re mine!”

💙🔥 ━ You could barely hang on to his words. They just kept coming and it didn’t help that you just woke up.

💙🔥 ━ Dabi was gripping onto you so tightly, almost like you were going to disappear from his sight like a ghost. Your arms started to ache where he was gripping. You looked down and saw his hands.

💙🔥 ━ They were shaking.

💙🔥 ━ Then, you looked up and took a good look at his face.

💙🔥 ━ Sadness. Anger.

💙🔥 ━ Fear.

💙🔥 ━ Taking a good look now, his whole body was shaking as he just repeated himself over and over and over again.

💙🔥 ━ You gently grabbed his face and he immediately stopped.

💙🔥 ━ He stared at you with unknown certainty. Your face had a sullen expression. His stomach dropped to his ass as his rambling finally caught up with him. For once, his words were caught in his throat. He wanted to apologize. Beg for forgiveness. But, he couldn’t.

💙🔥 ━ Would you leave him? Scream and run away like everyone else in his life? Would you see him as a monster? Would he look like his father in your eyes?

💙🔥 ━ Would you look like his father in his?

💙🔥 ━ But, you didn’t.

💙🔥 ━ You rested your temple on his.

💙🔥 ━ “I’m sorry for leaving you alone. You must’ve been scared.”

💙🔥 ━ Boom. Just like that, you flipped his switch.

💙🔥 ━ If Dabi was capable of crying, he’d be a sobbing mess. However, just because he couldn’t cry doesn’t mean his body doesn’t follow suit. Choked sobs left his throat as he held you close, loosening his grip on your arms a tiny bit, but still holding you close.

💙🔥 ━ “Y-You… I-”

💙🔥 ━ “Yes yes. I’m yours. I won’t go anywhere until you tell me to.”

💙🔥 ━ He didn’t want to let you go.

💙🔥 ━ He refused to let you go.

💙🔥 ━ “You ever run away from me, I’ll burn this fucking place to the ground.”

💙🔥 ━ “I don’t like running. It makes me sweat.”

💙🔥 ━ When the other members of the league start seeing you around for the first time, it was surprising.

💙🔥 ━ Like stated before, Dabi’s strays didn’t stay long at the LOV hideout. Yet here you were. Glued to Dabi’s side.

💙🔥 ━ “She’s going to be staying here. Don’t like it, you can suck my dick.”

💙🔥 ━ “Hi.”

💙🔥 ━ “Don’t talk to shit, Y/N. It's gross.”

💙🔥 ━ Dabi also wasn’t shy about showing others his graphic PDA.

💙🔥 ━ Making out, groping, rubbing, bite marks, hickeys, etc.. Anything to mark you as his property.

💙🔥 ━ Before the others knew it, you’ve been there for nearly a month!

💙🔥 ━ The rest of the league couldn’t believe it. They didn’t know a damn thing about you! Anytime you were in the vicinity with any of the others, Dabi would shield you away and rush you off back to his room. Like some doll, you weren’t allowed to even say a single word to anyone else or do anything. They wanted to talk to you!

💙🔥 ━ Luckily for Shigaraki and Twice, the opportunity couldn’t have come at a better time.

💙🔥 ━ The two of them walked into the cooking area one morning after a delicious aroma spread throughout the hideout. That’s where they saw you without Dabi by your side. Making something over the stove. They both gave a quick survey to their surroundings and cautiously approached you.

💙🔥 ━ “Um… hello?” Twice is the first to talk to you.

💙🔥 ━ “Hi.” You barely glanced up at them to greet them, too focused on what you were making.

💙🔥 ━ “Sooo… whatcha makin’?”

💙🔥 ━ “Jumbo Super Fluffy Pancakes.”

💙🔥 ━ Welp. That was it.

💙🔥 ━ You sure don’t talk much.

💙🔥 ━ Whether that was due to Dabi’s influence or social ineptitude, you didn’t leave much of an impression outside Dabi’s bedroom.

💙🔥 ━ Shigaraki and Twice watched as you stirred batter in a bowl and flip pancakes simultaneously with little to no emotion or speak. You’re already in Shigaraki's good graces in that regard, but he needed to know something.

💙🔥 ━ “What’s your deal?”

💙🔥 ━ “Woah Shiggs!”

💙🔥 ━ “No, seriously. Is it just the sex or are you, like, insane? Or maybe just severely mentally ill?”

💙🔥 ━ “…”

💙🔥 ━ “…”

💙🔥 ━ “… Okay, yeah, I wanna know too. I gotta bet goin’ on with Toga. Is he actually good or are you just a really confident person with amazing acting skills?”

💙🔥 ━ “…Does there need to be a reason other than sex?”

💙🔥 ━ “With Dabi? Yes.” Shigaraki answered.

💙🔥 ━ “Absolutely. 1000%.” Twice added.

💙🔥 ━ “Well, you’re wrong.” you answered nonchalantly, pouring new batter on the pan. “There’s more to Dabi than just his abs, gorgeous eyes, rough hair, and 9 inch dick.”

💙🔥 ━ “9 INCHES?!!”

💙🔥 ━ “So, what is it?”

💙🔥 ━ You stared at the pancake mix cooking in the pan for a moment and looked up.

💙🔥 ━ “He makes me happy.”

💙🔥 ━ You answered simply, leaving the two members stunlocked.

💙🔥 ━ “He… makes you… happy?”

💙🔥 ━ “Mhm.”

💙🔥 ━ “Dabi? Makes you happy? Dabi?”

💙🔥 ━ “Extremely.” You had a faint smile on your lips.

💙🔥 ━ The two of them stood shocked as they watched you flip pancakes in silence. How could that… that… burn-ward victim with beef jerky stapled on him make you happy?! If it wasn’t the sex or his… above average organ… then what was it?! His personality?! That’s impossible! The moment Dabi stepped foot into the hideout, Shigaraki couldn’t stand him! So, how could you?

💙🔥 ━ “HOW?!” Shigaraki exacerbated. He had to know.

💙🔥 ━ As you slid the final pancake onto the plate and grabbed the bag of powdered sugar, you faced the two men.

💙🔥 ━ “Did Dabi tell you about my quirk?”

💙🔥 ━ “Well, I like the way my skin feels and how my body doesn’t crumble to ash, so no. I get enough of that with my quirk.”

💙🔥 ━ “Yeah, and Dabi gets this crazed “I’ll-murder-you-and-use-the-ashes-as-coffee” twitch in his eye whenever we glance at you.”

💙🔥 ━ You moved over to the wooden counter space connected to the stove and hovered your hand over the counter. Slowly, a drop of liquid dangled from your finger. The liquid dropped onto the counter and Shigaraki and Twice watched as the liquid started to… bubble? The bubbling liquid spread and sizzled and they watched as it ate at the counter right in front of their eyes, leaving a bullet-sized hole in the counter.

💙🔥 ━ “Wooooahhh.” They gasped in amazement.

💙🔥 ━ “You have an acid quirk?”

💙🔥 ━ “Close. It’s a cyanide quirk.”

💙🔥 ━ “Cyanide?!”

💙🔥 ━ Shigaraki and Twice backed up a bit.

💙🔥 ━ “Relax. I can control it easily now. Growing up, not so much.” You dusted the pancakes with powdered sugar and gave two plates to the members. “I was actually homeless when I met Dabi. You can’t get a job with a volatile quirk. Did you know that if you have a life-threatening quirk and don’t put it on your resume, you get wrestled to the ground, gagged, and shoved into an iron-ledded holding cell?”

💙🔥 ━ “I… did not know that…” Twice answered.

💙🔥 ━ “Well, that’s what happens. Then, you get like some flag on your person so whenever someone does a background check on you, they can immediately turn you away. It doesn’t matter if you're fit for the job or need money to eat or pay rent or that you got kicked out your house at 13. You’re a monster. A freak. A lonely dog covered in fleas and mange that no one wants to look at.”

💙🔥 ━ “Join the club.” Shigaraki sighed. He knew that feeling all too well, living on the streets as a young child and having the same people who preached that they care to avoid his gaze and calls for help.

💙🔥 ━ “It’s why I take extra precautions with my quirk. I try not to sweat too much, I wear clothing that’s least likely to get damaged, and I stay away from people. Until Dabi.”

💙🔥 ━ Shigaraki and Twice shared a look as they saw the lovey-dovey hearts in your eyes. As they munched on your surprisingly amazing pancakes, they saw what the two of you shared. What made you want to stay despite his disgusting monopolization of you.

💙🔥 ━ It’s love.

💙🔥 ━ “You… really love him, huh?”

💙🔥 ━ “More than anything in the world.”

💙🔥 ━ “You what more than anything in the world?”

💙🔥 ━ Heads whipped towards the door and there stood Dabi, in his sweatpants and a pissed off look on his face.

💙🔥 ━ “Good morning, Dabi.”

💙🔥 ━ “I asked you a question.” he asked harshly, clenching his teeth. He stormed into the room and grabbed your arm. “You what more than anything in the world?”

💙🔥 ━ You remained unfazed, seemingly having been through this before.

💙🔥 ━ “W-We were just–” Twice was immediately cut off with Dabi slamming his fist on the kitchen counter, flames flickering from his fist.

💙🔥 ━ “NOBODY WAS FUCKING TALKING TO YOU, SCHIZO!”

💙🔥 ━ Twice quickly shut himself up by shoving the pancakes in his mouth. Which were actually delicious so he’s not too mad at Dabi’s freakout.

💙🔥 ━ “Chill out–” Shigaraki was too cut off.

💙🔥 ━ “If I wanted to hear words come out of that crusty, chapped, necro-fucking lips and stained, chipped teeth, I’d dig up your fucking father and tap dance on his fucking ribcage as background music for that useless whiney shit that falls out of your mouth everyday, Hand Job.”

💙🔥 ━ The room fell silent as Shigaraki and Twice shared glances at each other and at you. Bomb defusal is less tense than this. Hell, overthrowing the heroes would be better than sitting in this.

💙🔥 ━ “SO?! IS NO ONE GONNA ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION?! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU TALKING ABOUT TO MY QUEEN?!”

💙🔥 ━ Queen?

💙🔥 ━ Queen??

💙🔥 ━ QUEEN?????????????

💙🔥 ━ Oh boy, he’s got it bad.

💙🔥 ━ If this wasn’t love, then Shigaraki couldn’t possibly think of another word. Maybe obsessive? Yeah, that sounds like a better word.

💙🔥 ━ “Dabi.”

💙🔥 ━ Dabi whipped his head towards you, nearly fully in flames. His eyes pierced right through you while you remained unfazed from his gaze. You held a slice of pancake covered in heavy powdered sugar raised up to his lips. His flames subsided a bit at the innocent look on your face.

💙🔥 ━ “Say ‘aahhh’.”

💙🔥 ━ In the moment of tense silence, Shigaraki and Twice waited on baited breath at Dabi’s reaction.

💙🔥 ━ To their surprise, Dabi’s flames disappeared and his face softened in a way that they’ve never seen before.

💙🔥 ━ Gentle. Soothing.

💙🔥 ━ Loving.

💙🔥 ━ A gasp nearly left their mouths when they saw Dabi’s mouth open and you gently placed the pancake in his mouth.

💙🔥 ━ “Mmm.” Dabi moaned as he chewed and swallowed. “It’s too sweet.”

💙🔥 ━ Without a moment's hesitation, Dabi threw you over his shoulder, grabbed the plate with the rest of the pancakes, and walked towards the door, but not before throwing the two stunned members a deadly glare.

💙🔥 ━ “This ain’t over.”

💙🔥 ━ And with that, you were dragged back to Dabi’s room for… who knows what.

💙🔥 ━ But, the two of them learned something that day.

💙🔥 ━ Don’t talk to Dabi’s lover if you want to keep your soul in your body and the skin of your muscles.

💙🔥 ━ And Dabi learned something too.

💙🔥 ━ Love is meant for a Todoroki.

💙🔥 ━ Love is meant for Dabi.

🖤🖤🖤

a/n: i wanted to make something longer for this 'until they met you' reaction and decided to play around with giving the reader a quirk. i think it turned out okay. i'm trying to pump out a few more dere boyfriend and anime boyfriend scenarios before the end of the year.

[theoriginalkaminari]

Imagine (before Dabi's big reveal maybe)

Imagine bro

Dabi had a beautiful partner, a beautiful S/O that was his, all his.

They made him feel alive.

They genuinely cared for him.

And then they were killed by Endeavour.

Dabi stares at your burning body, heart breaking every second he sees you like this. He watches as the blue flame flakes off your skin, the smell of charred and rotten skin filling the air.

Dabi found your body in an alley.

Endeavour didn't even take your body to your family. He just left you on the cold ground.

Of course he wouldn't, he fucking killed you. That would ruin his reputation if he brought your dead body to your family.

So Dabi decided to lay you down in the forest and burn your body. After all, he was always curious to see how you would look going up in flames.

"I think we should say some words." Dabi says to no one, spreading his arms out.

"Here lays Y/N. Beloved by all they met. The angel in hell." He growls out, clenching his fists as he continues to stare at the fire consuming your body.

He lets out a laugh, but its more of a scoff. "Thanks for loving a useless fuckin' idiot." He hisses out, venom in his voice as he watches the flames.

He picks up the bottle of whiskey he brought with him, flicking off the cap and taking a large sip from the bottle.

He lets out a breath after he removes the bottle from his lips. He feels like crying. He feels like tearing his fucking hair out, he feels like jumping into that pile of flames with you.

Instead he gulps, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "I told you you would still look cute even as a pile of ashes." He calls out to your body, extending his arms out again as if to present something.

"I know I said I'd take your ashes to your family, but we both know I'm a selfish prick. So I'll be keeping them." He chuckles darkly, taking another gulp of whiskey from the bottle.

"I still...love you." He then whispers, putting the bottle down. "Even if you are dead now." Dabi mutters, a fake smirk plastered on his face.

"And I'll make sure to kill Endeavour the same way he killed you. Maybe that will jog his fuckin' memory when I'm staring down at his pathetic burnt body." He growls out, clenching his fists so hard around the bottle that he breaks the glass.

Dabi tosses the shards of broken glass into the fire and ontop of your body. "Love you, doll. Always will."

From that day on, Dabi kept your ashes in a small bottle he keeps tied around his neck.

[fatkish]

I can’t get this idea out of my head so I’m gonna share it and feel free to use it. We know that Heteromorphs (people with mutant quirks) can have a very diverse appearance and abilities. Well my idea is kinda NSFW-ish, so here it is: a living armor quirk. Basically the character has a shapeshifting and transformation ability that allows them to become a living bodysuit that can protect whoever wears them. For example: if someone was wearing them, the wearer could ask the character to grow wings so they can fly. Since the character would have to be touching the skin of whoever is wearing them it can get kinda steamy.

The character is basically made up of microscopic wires and strings that weave together to make up their body. These wires can be bulletproof, fireproof and other proofs but it would depend on how healthy they are in mind, body and spirit. If they’re sick for instance, they won’t be able to hold themselves together enough to protect the wearer. The character can control each individual microscopic wire and re-weave them around the wearer’s body. The reader would of course need to eat and drink just like anybody else but their body is evolved to digest quickly and turn excess food and nutrients into energy. (So basically they don’t need to shit as much, since any excess materials they consume are quickly broken down and stored as fat or excess wire for when they take on damage and need to repair themselves)

The NSFW part and the part i can’t stop thinking about is how heroes who have the character as a sidekick would more than likely wear the character as opposed to their hero suits.

Imagine Aizawa learns about this character and decides that having them transform into a suit for him would be time saving and more practical. This would mean that Aizawa would only wear the absolute bare necessities since the character only has so much wire to work with. This also means that the character can feel every part of the wearer’s body. Which means the character can feel Aizawa’s dick and has to wrap themselves around it to support it. Now Aizawa could wear his regular suit over the character and just use them as an added layer of protection.

Or Endeavor hears about this character and decides that they would be perfect for him. We all have seen how big he is in height and musculature. This would mean the character has more space to cover making the suit thinner compared to someone like Aizawa. Now since the character has the ability to be fireproof Endeavor’s flames won’t hurt them but they can get really hot. (Imagine if endeavor had the character become a jockstrap or cup like article to help hide his bulge)

Or how about Dabi? What if he had the character act as a second layer of skin? Overtime the character would be able to build up a resistance to Dabi’s flames kind of like exposure therapy. Now Dabi basically wears them all the time since they help keep him from burning his skin.

And what about Edgeshot? With his quirk the reader would be the perfect sidekick (or should I say sidestick) literally, because the reader would be worn by him and literally be as his side.

Basically I’m a horny mess and I just want hot dudes to use me

[phyrestartr]

Those Ghosts We Cannot Burn | Dabi x M!Reader

w/c: 1k cw: past trauma, canon-typical Todoroki family, mentions of child abuse, canon-typical violence, graphic language, difficult relationships #Eventual NSFW, bl, dunno who is top/bottom yet lol, hurt/comfort, angst, drama, reader is yakuza, reader and dabi have history, sorta enemies to lovers?? Notes: AAAAH short little snippet but I wanted to post anyway!! I need to get drafts out of my system or I'll go mad lmao...they're all just clogging up my google docs...it's so bad dude OTL so many WIPs

(ALL tags): @kamote-kuneho @tr4nnie @silvern1006

1. Hello, My Past

The bodies of his victims hissed and burned with a life only fire could leave in the path of destruction. Dabi knew it well–he was made the same way, after all. But they'd go on to simply disappear, their ashes fluttering away with the Autumn breeze while he continued to conquer his fate. 

“Hey, you're the one they call ‘Dabi,’ right?” 

The man in question paused, ears perking at that shitty, monotonous tone. Hah. It pissed him off. It made his heart hum, too. Weird.

“Who's askin'?” He drawled, tucking his hands in his pockets as he turned to face you with languid steps. When he caught sight of you in that alleyway, he almost remembered something, but couldn’t find the will to dwell on it.

“I am, on behalf of Shie Hassaikai,” you said, adjusting the cuffs of your jacket. “You've been torching our men, y’know?”

Dabi smiled. “And? You want an autograph or somethin’?” 

You quirked a brow, looked him up and down, and scoffed. “You got a pen? Or, even know how to write in the first place? Don’t look the type.” 

“Oi–”

“Anyway,” you continued, “You wouldn’t be willing to stop murdering ours while our respective leaders discuss their deal, hey?” 

Dabi clicked his tongue. Annoying. “Their deal's got nothing to do with me.” 

“Guess you're not as high up as they said, then.”

“You're a real pain in the ass, y'know?” 

“It's kinda my job.”

“Maybe someone should relieve you from duty.”

A torrent of blue bloomed and crashed through the alley with the vicious hunger of a tsunami. Sparks exploded and flames lashed against stone and concrete, engulfing sky, earth, and all in-between with his show of firepower–a show he never grew tired of, one that never failed to remind him just what he lived for, what he–wait.

He squinted. What the hell?

A bright silhouette stood in the centre of the violent cleansing, wholly unmoved by the villain's flame. It wavered like a candle tousled by the night breeze, but it did not fade away with the light, nor with the wane of fire. And in the aftermath, once the alley fell quiet and dim once again, there it still stood, staring his way with a light that might rival a god's true form.

“You done?” You asked, voice crackling through a veil of blue. 

Thousands of questions and thoughts rushed through his mind–what the hell was that? Who were you? What was your quirk? Why was your fire blue, too?--but he couldn't settle on one, not long enough to spit it out, anyway. 

“I'll consider that a yes,” you decided. Your form re-materialized with a small flourish embers, and you breathed in deep. 

Dabi tried not to let on how bothered he felt. “What the hell was that quirk?” 

“Does it really matter?” You hummed, smiling. “The only thing you need to know is what you just saw–you can't get rid of me. Not with those flames of yours.”

“Hah. You sure about that, pretty boy?” His fingers twitched, eager to try his hand again. “I could crank the heat up for ya, see just how much you can handle.”

“Maybe another time,” you said, half-distracted as you checked your phone. “For now, remember what I said. Our bosses are trying to work together. Don't make this difficult.”

You turned halfway through your thought, showing Dabi your back without a care in the world. You must've really thought you couldn't be hurt by him. You must have really thought you were better than him. You must have. 

But the sirens roaring toward the alley ruined his chance at demolishing you. He could take them on, but he'd rather not deal with the headache that'd follow–heaven knows he'd get reemed by some of the other villains for taking the PR crap too far. 

Fucking prick, Dabi seethed silently. He'd have to kill you some other day. 

–

“Touya,” you called, voice quiet.

The boy next to you, the one you squished into that single bed with whenever nightmares found him, stirred. Only your voice seemed to pull him free from the lull of dreams and nightmares, oddly. 

“Yeah?” He whispered, clearing his throat, grimacing again at the scratchy stiffness to it. 

“Once the doc helps you,” you started, sounding too serious for your age, “I think we should leave.” 

“What?” Touya rubbed sleep from his eyes the best he could without tearing stitches and skin grafts apart. “What the hell is–”

Whatever else he had to say died in his throat when he caught a glimpse of you in the filtered moonlight; your calm, passive look of day had shifted come the night. Your face was kinder, exposing flickers of forbidden thoughts for none but one to see and soon forget, come the beckon of sleep. 

“What the hell's your problem?” Touya breathed. 

Your brows furrowed. “I don't want to be here,” you answered. “Have you even considered trying to go to your family? We could–” 

“I did go back. Nothing's changed.” He smiled, bitter. “Those fucking sheep abandoned me already.”

“I won't abandon you,” you promised suddenly. “We can talk to them. Together. Come on, Touya–” 

Touya laughed a pathetic, little sound. “Are you serious? They don't give a shit about me, they're not gonna give a shit about–do you think you're better than me? More special?” 

Your eyes grew round. “Wh–I never said that.” 

“But you think they'd listen to you, and not me,” he hissed, something igniting the hollow paths of his nerves and revving him back to life. “You think I'm not–”

You covered his mouth with a quick hand, and he held your wrist with a weak grip. “Shut up. You don't know what I think, so–so just shut up.”

I know what you think. And he was determined to prove you wrong, one way or another, even if he had to rip himself apart to do it--but you saw through him so easily. You always did; you always knew how to push his buttons then reset the system before he blew up.

And when you leaned in and kissed the back of your hand, the one still clasped over his mouth, he did indeed reset. Completely braindead once again, he was.

“Forget I said anything,” you huffed, turning your back to him and settling back in. 

And Touya tried to forget, even though his mind buzzed and his heart thudded against his ribs. He tried, and he tried, and he tried.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Good boy. ❞

Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader x Tomura Shigaraki x Taishiro Toyomitsu x ftm!Shota Aizawa x ftm!Keigo Takami | AU, Dabi & Tomura works as a body piercer & tattoo artist. Taishiro and Shota work as college professors | nsfw, smut, p**n with plot | vers. bttm. reader | wc: 8.7K | NOT PROOFREAD

warnings: most likely inaccurate description of getting pierced, D/S dynamics, T4T (Shota Aizawa x r! x Takami Keigo), infinity collar (Keigo Takami), markings, blowjobs, handjobs, anal sex, orgy, minor daddy kink, overstimulation, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though), squirting, Aizawa has had top and bottom surgery, Keigo has had top surgery and bottom growth

masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3

authors note: this is for @thatone1diot and @kaycesspade! I could not resist writing more for these horny idiots! * song on repeat when writing this: sugar by sleep token & LA FAMA by ROSALiA ft. The Weeknd

Oh fuck.

Taishiro, with those warm honey eyes, catches the apprehension on your face. He lifts a hand, his smile soft and dimples filled with nothing but kindness; "There's really no need for that. The offer is really cool and all but, we're practically strangers, so there's no need for — " Tomura scoffs as he folds his arms across his chest.

"Strangers? You put your dick into our boy, wouldn't think that counts as something strangers do," he snaps out. Dabi is slipping a hand into your back pocket, the other reaching for the back of Tomura's neck.

"Alright, alright. Nobody is a fan of the fivesome. No need to get all macho about it," Dabi said. Taishiro offers an apologetic grin that makes your lips pursed. "It's fine, really," you pull away from your boyfriends — they watch with cocked brows — and stand between the duos. "It wasn't offensive, it was just a lame joke Dabi likes to make." Dabi didn't think his jokes were lame, his frown reflects his thoughts but you elect to ignore it as you turn to face Taishiro and Shota. Out of the club, they're dressed so...handsomely. You suppose they could be wearing nothing but a potato sack and still make you salivate but it was nice to see their personal styles.

Shota was wearing a black turtleneck that was tight in all the right places, his coat hung over his arm and sleeves rolled up to show the dark ink on his cool-toned skin. On the other hand, Taishiro is in white and creams — his button-up crisp with his coat made his skin glow. His hair slicked back showed off those mixed metals decorating his ear lobes and cartilage.

God, he was huge. Not just his tall frame but the softness of his tummy and the way his sleeves seem to struggle to hold onto all of him. Memories of that night flood in and you shouldn't be surprised at your perverted brain doing what it does but there's a sense of shame that comes.

"A - anyways, what brings you two here?" Shota gives a glance over your shoulder, you wonder where he got that facial scar. Your thighs tickle in memory of his beard, before he answers.

"A friend recommended the place." You nodded and motioned for them to go towards the glass counter. Tomura huffs behind you but follows you as well. There were several other tattoos and piercing parlors around here. It was just the area for it. Still, Villain's Hideout was a crowd favorite for its beautiful tattoos along with their masterful piercing techniques.

"You're getting a tattoo?" You wonder, grabbing the store's iPad and peeking at Shota through your lashes. He shakes his head, stroking over the curved cartilage of his ear.

"A piercing. Helix." He wonders why your eyes sparkle. Shota watches the silent exchange between you and Tomura with mild interest.

"...Would you be willing to get pierced by him?" Tomura says after a quick exhale. Shota pinches his brows.

"Is he trained to pierce people?" You nod enthusiastically and it reminds him of the night you were downing tequila shots with ease whilst leaning against the bar with a giant grin; looking oh-so handsome when you glanced back at him with a wink.

He isn't sure if that memory helped his confidence in your ability to stab a needle through him, but he nodded either way.

"I don't see why not, if I die at least you'll know who to sue, Taishiro." The joke manages to wring a chuckle from your lips. It loosens your boyfriends shoulders. You hope it’ll be an indication that things can goo by smoothly between everyone today. There really was no need for any drama — you’ve had your fill with the months leading up to the three of you finally making it official. You’ve earned some peace in this lifetime.

Dabi's usual spot is too much of a squeeze for everyone. So you're in Tomura's; it's more spacious, less private.

"So, are you guys a couple?" Dabi is sitting on the swivel chairs, watching you idly as you and Tomura set and sanitize things up. Taishiro smiles, putting his phone away after he had taken a photo of Shota sat on the chair. "We're colleagues, actually." Dabi scoffs, inching in closer to them before Tomura can wheel him back.

"At like a BDSM club or something? Seem pretty coordinated. Is it an open relationship kinda deal?"

"You're so interested, I'm almost flustered," Shota drawls out. "We're coworkers who fuck each other with no romantic aspects in our relationship."

Shota isn't usually so open about himself and his private life. Although because he ate you out with Taishiro's dick in your cunt, he supposes he should offer your boyfriends some courtesy.

"Hm, fair enough." Dabi says with a shrug. Taishiro finds it befuddling how casually Dabi seemed to ‘approve’ of their status. It was a bit strange, but he seemed like the eclectic type anyways.

Enigmatic? Was that a nicer description?

Tomura hooks the toe-point of his boots to the steel bars of the swivel chair and tugs Dabi back. "You got it, babe?" Tomura murmurs. You nod, humming along as you recount the steps in your head.

"Will Shota be your first?" Taishiro wonders as you turn around. Tomura snickers but a quick elbow from you silences it into a pleased grin. "No, I pierced Dabi's ears before and did Tomura's lip piercing. A few lobe piercings too!"

"He's good, we taught him everything he needs to know," Tomura holds the back of your nape, twisting your head to place a quick kiss on your lips.

"Isn't that right, baby?"

That look is still in his eyes. That possessiveness from the night in the club. His vermillion eyes are hooded with a desire that's entirely out of place. Still — your cheeks warm from the public display and irritation is beginning to show in the twitch of your brows.

"Yeah," you reply, darting your eyes elsewhere which makes Tomura's moisturized — you've made it a habit to do it for him for his sake — lips stretch. Dabi gives you the chair he'd been sitting on and you're unaware of the heavy gazes of the other men in the room.

That night of passion, unfiltered and raw and rough; your bedroom eyes from across the room that made embers of lust roar into a flame. Shota and Taishiro had come to the club to get drunk after a particularly harrowing round of marking their students exam papers. They had no intention of visiting the private rooms above despite the club owner excitedly informing them he had saved one just for them.

"Hizashi, we're only here for the drinks. Not the boys," Taishiro chuckles out, cheeks red and lips sweet from the drinks Hizashi had so graciously poured into his mouth. Straight from the bottle, standing over him while he was sitting on the couch. Shota was chugging the rest of it down after he had tapped the blonde's side for mercy.

"Really?" Hizashi scoffed. "You come to a club called Boy Toys for the drinks? Don't even wanna get your tips wet? You're fucking with me!" Taishiro whines when Hizashi slings an arm around his neck, forcing him to lean down a bit. "Your pretty little blonde pet still busy?" Shota sighs as the last drop trails down his chin, wiping it away with the back of his hand and placing the bottle down.

"When he isn't, we should arrange another play session! The both of you made him so good at eating ass out! My ass still has ghostly sensations!"

See? Absolutely no intention of finding someone to fuck. Until you bumped into him at the bar — tequila shots — and suddenly he just couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Taishiro's interests were obviously piqued because of Shota's and then, well....

You remember what happened next, don't you?

Stumbling into the private room, Shota's talented mouth working you open and Taishiro’s cock splitting you open...

“Ready?” Shota nods and you murmur a thank you as you reach for the alcohol swabs. Wordlessly, Shota brushes his long bangs back and into a ponytail, revealing the streaks of white hairs he has and Dabi blinks as he spots the way your fingers wrinkle the poor swab.

Shota straightens his back and you carefully feel the spot. He wanted it higher, a quick touch to the curve of his ear tells you it’s because of space as you felt the dips of his other piercings. Shota focused his gaze on anything but you; staring at the floor and his lap. Unintentionally catching the sliver of skin the oversized shirt collar shows him.

You’re marked up. That doesn’t surprise him. It’s the amount of marks that do. If it wasn’t the hickeys, it was the traces of what was probably a collar. Shota holds himself back from commenting on it. It wasn’t his place to tell you there were nicer, padded, collars that won’t leave such marks on your skin. Even if he was dying to ask if you have any moisturizer or gel to soothe it.

The coolness of the wet pad cleaning the spot feel numbed out for him. If he could muster anymore attention to anything but the remnants of sex on your body, he'd applaud you for how thoroughly you're sanitizing the area and how steady your fingers are as you mark the spot.

A mirror breaks his train of thought and his wide eyes blink back at himself.

“What do you think?” Shota focuses on the mark, clearing his throat. This was not appropriate. The situation was unusual but his behaviour was entirely inappropriate. Dabi stands behind you, bending at the waist as he regards the placement. The sight of him makes Shota’s interest pique despite his moral protests.

Dabi had offered — No! It was an awful joke! That’s all!

“I like it,” Shota nearly strains out. Seeing your lips curl proudly only fuels his guilt. And lust. “Good job, baby,” Dabi presses a kiss to the side of your temple and his hands squeeze your nape once again.

It must be a comforting touch for you. Twice now it’s done and each time, both Taishiro and Shota note how your eyelids flutter. Threatening to close but being kept open through sheer will and — if your reproachful glare to them is of any indication — slight embarrassment.

Bit too late for that now if they’re being completely honest.

“D’you need me to hold your hand, Shota?” Taishiro teases from his side. Shota snorts, tilting his head as he looks down at Taishiro. “You’ll be the one squeezing my hand until it breaks if I do that. So no.”

“Big guys a scaredy cat?” Tomura is staying in his corner. Content as he watches you prepare the jewellery for Shota from a distance. Dabi is hovering and you’re tempted to elbow him too if it weren’t for the grip he had on your waist.

“Hah, not really,” Taishiro snorts, “Shota’s just teasing. He’s the more edgy one compared to me.” Tomura’s brows raise at that.

“I just like poking fun at him,” Taishiro adds.

At the moment, you're feeling something else poke at your behind. God, the both of them were like animals in heat. There's a pinch of amusement at this but you push it down. Dabi and Tomura laugh along to Taishiro's words — they were little shitheads too. Taishiro was just in nicer packaging.

He was so big. The mere memory of him makes your dick twitch. What did his parents feed him to make his body so perfect?

You chastise yourself in your head. Bad enough your boyfriends already have some weird beef with these DILF's, you cannot be calling them DILF's in your head and lust over them. You were a whore but you weren't an adulterous whore!

You pick up your piercing instruments, tilting your head to switch gears from horny fantasies to a more professional mindset. Dabi's boner can wait.

The gloves are making his thoughts run wild. Feeling you but not all of you, the pressure of your touch and the concentrated scrunch between your brows are making him feel like a teenager.

Was that just the effect you had? Making queer men go stupid after one taste of you?

It's like some sort of supernatural power. A mutation or a quirk, hes's sure of it. Because Shota was not some horny dog that ran after any pretty boy, especially not ones who were already in a relationship. These emotions of rabidness was not meant for someone like him, it was meant for his student not him. He had a goddamn tenure.

Shota tenses as the sharp tip of a hollow needle presses onto his skin. He dares to flick his eyes upwards and he instantly regrets it. You look at him and that memory of the night he met you flashes again.

"Deep breathe in."

He can definitely do that.

His shoulders raise and drop. The needle pierces through with a sharp yet familiar sting. It’s soothing. The rush is minuscule but it’s the exact pinch he needs to rid his filthy thoughts of you. Shota is impressed with how smoothly your motions are. You’ve clearly got the routine down. Hands steady as you slip the hoop through his flesh and gently fix the jewellery. Dabi is still behind you, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed while Tomura is sneaking a video of your process.

You nod, backing away with a proud grin. It’s Dabi’s cue to inspect the product and Tomura holds up a mirror for Shota.

“Looks great,” Dabi’s praise practically makes you bounce off the balls of your feet. Taishiro approaches, so Shota turns his head for him to get a look. It was perfect. The placement was exactly where he wanted it to be and there was no blood spilt —

Why is this making his craving for you heighten?

The payment process that follows is oddly methodical. Taishiro likened it to a mechanical process. The air was so thick with sexual tension despite the inappropriateness of the entire situation. Or perhaps, because of the inappropriate situation. The blonde’s cheeks were red and all that was shared was just heavy gazes, coy questions and teasing.

It ends so abruptly. He kneads at his neck, as if physically feeling the effects of whiplash instead of metaphorically. Shota bids you and your boyfriends, thanking you for the piercing and Taishiro offers a polite nod and grin. The door closes behind them and they both walk in silence for a minute or two.

“...He’d honestly love the three of them,” Taishiro casually mentions. “Didn’t he say he wanted a new piercing?”

Shota and him exchange a look. Taishiro then slips his phone out and begins texting their obedient little pet. They did promise him a good surprise for when he returned from his trip overseas — new playmates sounds perfect. They were already on some thin ice with Tomura, Taishiro thinks. Their pet would be an olive branch, an offer of peace, so to speak.

Toga and Spinner tilt their heads at the closed store. She rattles the front door with a quizzical expression while Spinner is balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder, rummaging his pockets upon pockets of his pants for the keys. Twice was keeping "lookout" behind them while he held the canned drinks they got from the grocery store a train ride away.

"Spinner, are you messing with us?" Toga pouts. Thankfully, the weather was cool and breezy. But it wasn't exactly good for business for them to be loitering in front of their own store. They looked dumb too, Twice whined out at some point.

"We look like losers!" the taller of the three huffs.

"Give me a goddamn second! I know I brought the keys with me, okay?" Spinner hisses out. Toga and Twice watch on, unimpressed.

The rattling of the door makes him shiver. That's what he'd say if you asked. It was your tongue and tongue piercing but telling you that would just make you way too smug about your headgame. Tomura's spot was hidden away by a wooden divider, the dark red colour of it popping out brightly against the cooler tones of the shop. Dabi's spot was a small room with one door tucked in the hallway at the back of the store.

Tomura's spot was a corner. Not a room, no door.

The only thing separating it from the front area was that wooden divider and some big plants whose leaves needed a wipe down.

Fucking in Tomura's spot is always a rush considering how the shops front is basically a fish tank. That, and the CCTV in the corner provides Tomura — and Dabi and you — with grainy, noir-esque, replays.

Tomura knows Spinner doesn't have the keys. He left his fanny pack — or as he calls it, his Utility Belt — behind the glass counter. He thinks that deserves a bit of punishment and ignores his buzzing phone while you're working on his cock. He half-regrets teaching you how to use that damn barbell piercing. It flicks under head, dragging itself up to his slit and Tomura curses as you grin.

"I'll cum all over your face if you keep teasing me," he warns.

"Hm, promise, baby?" you push your lips out, relishing in the salty taste of his precum while he tosses his head back. Dabi watches from the side, sitting on the same spot Shota had been on, while he looked at the stores iPad.

His dick was so hard and begging to be let out from his pants. His usual impatience's was not present in this romp. It couldn't have been from their three dumbass apprentices outside the door. He relishes in peoples — small — sufferings.

You roll your eyes internally at him brooding. Focusing on Tomura as you squeeze his dick just how he likes it. The contrast of your hold, wet, tongue and that cold, smooth, piercing — the swelled tongue and soft food diet you had to go through was worth it. Tomura was close, you could feel the way he's twitching in your mouth and you pull back with just the slightest hint of teeth.

It makes him grunt, gripping the back of your head in warning and you flutter your eyes closed to simply avoid looking at him.

"Fuckin' brat." He wasn't wrong. It wasn't his lose. He liked you like that way.

You take him into your mouth again, humming, and Tomura hates how good it feels. The incessant buzzing is making Dabi's eye twitch and so he crouches next to you to reach into Tomura's pants. You ignore him completely while he answers the call, simply going further down on Tomura.

"Shit — !"

"Yo, Spinner. What's up?" Dabi moves to stand behind you as he boxes you between him and Tomura. He guides Tomura's hand to his crotch, and he stifles the moan in his throat as he feels it jump from underneath the layers.

"Are you guys in the store?" Spinner sounds hopeful.

Dabi almost feels bad for them...

"Nah, we headed out to buy some food. There's no appointments until later today. You want anything to eat?"

Tomura manages to whip his dick out and you felt it tap the back of your head. Pulling away, you wipe the spit away from your lips as you look at Dabi in disbelief.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you mouth at him.

Tomura chuckles, pushing himself off the wall and closing in on you.

"What the fuck's your problem?" you hiss.

He simply gestures to their dicks and you sit back on your calves in disbelief.

"Well, ah, no...we're at the store and I kinda..." Spinner trails off.

"Yeah?" Dabi caresses your ear, trailing his touch down to your chin. That wavering glare on your face...fuck, nothing gets him harder. His cock twitches again and you curse out the both of them as you jerk them both off.

"I left my keys inside the store," Spinner admits with a sigh.

"Seriously?" Dabi laughs when you leave petty kitten licks along his cock.

"Man, I swear I thought I got it on me before I left," He elects to ignore Toga whispering/hissing at him that she told him so to instead strain his ears to hear his bosses response.

"You gotta do better than that," Tomura says. It makes Spinner's shoulders droop; "I know, man. I'll double check before we leave next time."

"Yeah, that's good," Tomura praises as you spit onto his dick, the friction alleviating.

"Yeah, so, where are you guys eating at?"

"What?" Dabi sighs when you bring both of their tips together, kissing them while your hands jerk them both.

"Uh, said you were at eating lunch?"

"Shit, yeah," Tomura groans when you take his dick in again. Dabi clenches his jaw when you cup his balls and squeeze them gently. He wonders for a moment if you did the same with that Taishiro and Shota that night. It tightens his expression into a sour one.

"Huh?" Spinner's voice pulls him away.

"We took Tomura's car. Might take awhile. Why don't you guys chill out at that cafe nearby," Dabi bites out.

"Uh — Oh —"

The line is disconnected.

"'Kay...?"

The air is biting. Despite the layers he has on him. The tropical temperatures had spoiled him and his winter coats were annoyingly heavy as they pressed against his body — his shoulders feeling particularly heavy. Winter was just horrible, really. Other then the hot drinks and using it as an excuse to find a body to curl up with.

There was also the added bonus of covering up and hiding your face too. This time, without the humidity of a facemask during a warm day.

Keigo lets the pros and cons of snow flurry in his mind as his long legs guide him to The Villains Hideout. This side of town had a less intimidating aura when everyone was bundled up. It made him chuckle from behind his neck scarf. These tatted up men and women just looked like emo grandma's — those titanium piercings must be frigid.

He stops in front of the store and spots a few people gathered around a glass coffee table and low couch, the neon words hung above the couch shining a comforting yellow as all of them share a laugh.

Keigo presses on, the door sensor going off and immediately turning heads.

You honestly hadn't expected to get any customers. It wasn't a snow storm, but the streets were somewhat bare. Toga and Twice greet the bundled up man, standing as they held onto their warm mugs of tea/coffee. Dabi and you sat next to each other and instantly noticed the clothes he wore.

They were branded. Expensive. New.

The both of you shared a glance.

Tomura briefly mentioned of Dabi coming from a pretty affluential yet shitty family. You weren't sure if you should feel glad you were right about Dabi having parental issues, but it explained a lot. You leaned into Tomura to flutter your lashes up at him and he deliberately stands to ignore you.

"I didn't make an appointment. I hope that's okay," Spinner's ears twitch. That tone of voice. Where has he heard it before?

"Oh, sure. That's cool. You in here for ink or for piercings?" Toga takes a page out of your book and blinks rapidly. She's been dying to stab someone a million times with her needles. Tomura would tell her to stop saying it like that, but he finds it too amusing to do so.

Keigo approaches the counter after offering everyone else a polite nod. With his back to the waiting area, the four of you — Dabi, Spinner, Twice, and you — shamelessly eye him from top to bottom. When he removes the beanie, Spinner nearly jumps into the air.

"Holy shit," he slams a palm onto Twice's knee. The man flinches, bewildered. You're still squinting, leaning back into Dabi's shoulders as you sip on your drink. "What? Ya' know him?" Dabi is acting like the man isn't a feet away from him. You elbow him to remind him to keep his volume into a whisper.

"That's Takami Keigo. The model."

"Whoah? Really!?" Twice is smacked on his shoulder by Spinner, making him yelp.

Tomura offers Keigo a lipless, pursed, smile at the commotion behind him. "Don't mind 'em. They're fucking dumbasses," Keigo laughs. It's practiced. Something you'd hear from a guest during some late night show.

"Nah, it's alright." Takami Keigo, model. He was easy on the eyes. Strong brows, deep double eyelid crease and a nice curve to his nose. Tomura can see why he's plastered on nearly every mens magazine and interviewed for the womens magazines. He wasn't much a gossip — everyone in the store would disagree — but Tomura is active online.

Takami was private. He had interviews and posted semi-actively on his social media accounts, sure. But outside of what he allowed to be known, he was practically a hermit crab.

"So, piercing?" Toga hides her disappoint as Takami nods. He had nice lobe piercings but nothing too unconventional. Comes with the profession, Tomura supposes. Your body is no longer really yours.

"Is it okay if we discuss this in a more private setting?" Takami was straightforward. Yet, the tone he said it in just makes you loosen up. It's those honey coloured eyes.

Or maybe Tomura was just gay.

Toga and him share a glance but he nods and motions for Takami to the hallway. Dabi cocks a brow as Tomura curls his finger for him to come hither. He cocks his brow again when you're suddenly standing with him.

"What? I just wanna get more experience," you defended.

"D'you have some sort of piercing fetish? You do know it's illegal to make people unknowillingly participate in your kinks, right?" Dabi swings an arm around your shoulders to catch your head between his bicep and chest, smiling at your grunt as he messes with your hair.

It simultaneously irritates you and soothes you.

Curse him and his delicious muscle mass.

Takami is dressed down now. His goose-feathered padded jacket, and branded beanie neatly folded over a chair in the corner. You pause in the doorway. Dabi slips past you and Takami eyes him for a moment then you.

You smile and lean against the doorway, curling one leg over your ankle as your boyfriends prepared the consent form.

"It's pretty straightforward," Tomura says, "honestly though, doing it while it's cold out isn't the best choice."

"Hah, I know, I know," he waves a hand around and tugs at his cashmere scarf, "I meant to do it when it was warmer but I've never gotten around to it. Might as well bite the bullet and just get it over it. No shirtless photoshoots during winter either."

Takami pauses for a moment then ping-pongs his eyes between the three of you once again.

"Actually, uh. Like I said, my friends told me about this place. They mentioned a (Y/N)."

Your name sounded pretty coming from him. It made blood rush to your cheeks and you straightened up considerably.

"Me?"

You're hot. You, and your boyfriends. Keigo can see why Shota and Taishiro told him about you. Though he hasn't exactly understood the whole kink vibe they were talking about. Polyamory wasn't kinky — just a relationship dynamic. He knew his dominants knew that better than anyone, so Keigo just nodded and waited for it to unfold.

He trusted his doms and their choices, but he did appreciate them giving him a chance to scope the scene, so to speak. The three of you were strangers after all, to him and his dominants. Plus, they didn't even know if you'd be down for mingling private parts as a group.

"I heard you're good at what you do," Takami tilts his head, leaning back on his hands on the bench. A husky laugh erupts from the dark-haired man. The iPad is dwarfed as his long fingers as he precariously holds it like a tray over his shoulder, his other hand cupping his elbow.

"He's good, but he isn't ready for a nipple piercing. Not yet."

"But he'll be more than happy to watch."

Ah. There it was. Introduced to him with such a charming smirk. It's entirely wolf-like. You nod eagerly, eyes twinkling as you settle next to Tomura. Instantly, he reaches to wrap an arm around your waist. His usually cold fingers were warm from the hot mug of tea and you relished in it as he 'sneakily' slipped them up your sweater. It was casual PDA, perhaps a bit too much in a closed room, but Keigo didn't mind. He signed the consent form, ignoring the slow drips of fire down south.

Dabi looked over the consent form once it was signed. "Hope you don't mind taking off your shirt in front of people," the jokes makes Takami chuckle. He reaches for the hem of his sweater and pulls up.

It glints in the light, catching your eye instantly. Takami folds his clothes on his lap and sets it aside. It's titanium, looking like a complete circle with no ridges or bumps. There didn't seem to be any sight of a way to unclasp it, other then a thin — barely noticeable — slit. It rests comfortably around his neck, not tight enough to be a choker and instead demurely laying on his collarbone. Tomura instantly recognizes it, while you were intrigued. Dabi sets everything up, knowing one of you would ask.

"Nice collar," Tomura's words make Takami...bashful. His lips curl into an appreciative grin and you're prompted to ask; "What is it for?"

"It's an infinity collar, (Y/N)." Your boyfriend answers, Takami nods in confirmation. Takami strokes the front of it, his wine-red polished nails looking oh-so-pretty.

“It’s different for every dynamic, but my doms and I enjoy the permanent collar aspect. It’s soothing in a sense. Plus, it looks good on me.”

“Anything looks good on you, you’re a model,” you say light-heartedly. His laugh is airy this time, less talk show and more casual. “So, it’s an ownership thing?” Dabi slides over the cart of instruments. “For us, yeah. We’re busy people and it’s just a nice reminder outside of our scenes.” He lands his sights on you and Tomura, contemplating for a brief second.

"You've actually met my doms before. Aizawa and Taishiro."

You cough. A shoulder jerking, curling over, coughing fit kinda cough. Tomura rubs your back, using your surprise as a way to hide his. It’s been a couple of weeks since that encounter. Other than Dabi’s possessive scenes and dissuading Tomura from stalking their socials, you’d almost forgotten all about them.

"They have a thing for pretty boys, don't they?" Dabi’s smooth with his reply. Shitty bastard. You find your composure. Extremely glad that you weren’t gulping down any water at that moment. Jesus, talk about a small world. Your boycunt and asscheeks still ache from your boyfriend's bout of possessive sex.

Takami smirks. Those golden eyes look at you again, swallowing you up.

"Guess they do, but to be fair — you three made quite the impression."

“These two were bizarre, I’m sure Sho — your doms were just being nice.” Nice recovery, Tomura thinks with a small scoff. You were glad to know they didn’t think you and your boyfriends were complete weirdos, finally, you could sleep easier at night.

“Don’t listen to him. (Y/N) is just embarrassed we fucked him in the hallway while your old men were listening in,” Dabi motions for him to sit up straight, placing his hand on Takami's chest.

“Oh, they weren’t just listening,” Takami replies.

You’re dreaming. You’ve had some pretty sexy dreams before, this must be one of those extremely realistic ones. Tomura is going to wake you up with his fingers inside of you while Dabi’s licking at your chest because of how you were moaning at this dream orgy. Yeah, that’s it.

There is no fucking way this just falls onto your lap.

Takami's collar glints, the light catching your eye and you feel envious. That must be nice, that nice weight on the base of your neck as a constant reminder. You could definitely plan an outfit that’d go with it.

“My doms and I, we’ve been humouring the idea of an orgy. They seem very interested in the three of you and I wanted nipple piercings. One stone, six birds.”

Dabi and Tomura don’t even need to land their sights on you to know you’re wide-eyed and expecting. Threesomes were their wheelhouse; orgies? That takes a bit more coordination, trust, discussions, and condoms — Oh god, so many more condoms.

“You don’t have to answer right away,” Takami assures with a wave of his hand. “Just a suggestion. I don’t want you to be trembling while piercing me.”

“They’re still sensitive after your top surgery?” Dabi is pleasantly surprised by his nod. “Not as sensitive as they used to be but I’m grateful the old doctor who did it still had it in him to preserve them.”

His chest was the envy of all men. Firm and filled out, the scars he had nearly all the way gone. Still, you wonder if he’d enjoy the sight of you licking them and telling him how sexy he was.

Tomura squeezes you again. As if he knows the filthy thoughts your brain is conjuring.

Dabi warns Takami about the pinch he’d feel. “You honestly don’t feel the first one at all, the adrenaline helps. The second nipple is going to hurt a bit more, need anything to squeeze, Takami?”

“Call me Keigo, please. I offered all of you to get into an orgy with me, might as well get into the first name basis.”

Keigo calls out your name and Tomura’s. He holds out a hand and you slip yours in while Tomura stands by his legs, placing his hold there. Keigo’s not sure if this will turn into a new fixation but seeing three handsome men stare down at him was making his crotch feel all sorts of things.

Primarily, it’s feeling the urge to be used, but Keigo’s a good boy.

A very good boy.

You, on the other hand, are not. Keigo was a messenger with gold wings and you were raised right, dammit. A guest should not leave with nothing — ignoring the fact he is getting a piercing — and so you lean down and brush the hair away from his face.

His eyes widen as how close your face is. This is familiar. Your first encounter with Dabi flashes through your mind and you smile as you cup his face.

“A distraction great for piercings. Need one?”

“Or two?” Tomura’s hands are resting on his knees now.

Dabi shakes his head as he laughs under his breath. What else did Keigo expect, offering such a scandalous proposition to you? He supposes he deserves this and, really, he should get to know you three to some degree.

Just to test the chemistry.

“I’m not allowed to cum,” he says as Tomura’s hands travel to his thighs. You coo as you tease him with your lips hovering over his. Your grip on his hand loosens and tightens, mimicking his racing heart. His throat is closing up like it always does, but Keigo pushes through to speak.

“But I’m allowed to make three of you cum.”

“Tell us your colours when you need to,” Dabi reminds him as he sanitizes the piercing spot. “That means, no kissing, (Y/N).”

Keigo and you turn to look at Dabi, eyebrows furrowed in despair. He simply stares ahead.

“It isn’t fair that Keigo’s the only one with rules. You’re not allowed to kiss him, Tomura’s not allowed to suck his dick —”

“What the fuck!?”

“And I’m not allowed to participate. I’ll just watch.”

Tomura is aghast. Bewildered. Shocked. Bamboozled.

Him? Shigaraki “I Give The Best Head” Tomura, not allowed to go down on a man’s penis?

He wants to smack Dabi but the man is prepping to pierce and Keigo needs a distraction. Dabi doesn’t need to open his stupid fucking mouth, but Tomura connects their gazes and he knows what that raised brow means.

‘Can’t get someone off with your fingers? Lame.’

Dabi is lucky Tomura is his boyfriend.

Keigo gasps when he undoes his pants, pulling them down to his knees and squeezing the flesh of his thighs. Keigo is smooth, clean-shaven, and so soft. His cunt is warm, his cock big and twitching under the layer of his boxers and Tomura’s mouth salivates.

Dabi simply hums as Tomura cusses him out.

“That’s too bad, Keigo,” you whisper. “Tomura, his mouth is fucking amazing. You’d love it, baby.” Keigo is not even looking at his chest. Torn between your lips or Tomura’s fingers cupping his crotch.

“Fuck, what a big cock,” Tomura can feel it. It was half the length of his thumb. He so badly wants to see Keigo and your cock frotagging together. So badly wants to see it fuck into your boycunt.

The first piercing happens and you press a kiss to Keigo’s forehead while Tomura jerks him off through his boxers.

“O-oh, fuck.”

Taishiro and Shota weren’t joking. He definitely understood their point now. His half-on pants were limiting his ability to widen his legs but Tomura sees it as a non-issue. Simply providing the pretty model with his services while his thighs pin his hands between them.

“Good boy,” you murmur against his forehead. It makes Keigo’s throat close and he whines so sweetly, the sound coming out in a rumbly song that makes your eyes crinkle.

“Good boy.”

It makes Keigo whine again and Dabi fixes the jewellery in place.

“Hey, hey, no need to buck,” Tomura chides, pulling his hand away as he pins his hips down. Keigo freezes, wetting his lips as he stares at yours.

“So needy,” you purr out.

The second piercing goes through and Keigo gasps this time, tightening his hold on your hand and you soothe him with kiss on his cheek this time.

He wants to cum. The thought is shocking to Keigo. He doesn’t go against his doms, never even thinks too really. He relishes in rewards and praise.

But.

He wants to cum.

So fucking badly.

“All done, baby,” Dabi stands and Tomura fixes Keigo’s pants up. You still look down at him, like some devilish saint as you blatantly break the one rule imposed on you.

You kiss him and Keigo wants to cum.

But Keigo’s a good boy.

He takes a moment to calm down, the three of you are good at grounding him with easy-to-answer questions and squeezes to his bicep and featherlight touches to his face. When he gets his bearings, he pulls his phone out.

He wants to cum with you, (Y/N).

He’ll show you just how good he can be.

He pretends not to be excited in the taxi cab home when he realises his number was added into a groupchat with all of you.

Fuck, he needs to cum. This taxi cab is not fast enough. He needs to cum now.

Keigo appears in front of Taishiro’s home and the tall man smiles sweetly at his darling pet's flustered expression, Shota greeting him as Keigo walks in.

“Please, please, please.”

You can barely see past your nose. The blindfold across your eyes makes everything darker and fuzzier. This heightens your other senses. You can hear the shibari ropes creak as you breathe and squirm in the air. His beard tickles your thighs and your legs jerk but they don’t move. Your arms are tied behind your back, wrists bound together in a pretty pattern as Shota’s white rope digs into your chest and thighs. Being suspended in air is frightening, you feel like you’re constantly teetered on the edge.

You had no control. Completely defenceless and open. Hung from the ceiling like fresh meat.

It makes your cunt so wet, Shota’s lapping it up like a starved dog. The entire process of him tying you up has made you sink so deep into subspace it made Tomura fully intrigued. The sight of your body going lax as the ropes applied pressure. The sighs of pleasure you let out despite not being touched in any sexual manner.

Tomura has never been interested in shibari before but if he gets to see you like this again, he might talk to Shota way more often for tips.

Fuck, the white rope against your (S/C) skin made him so hard. The sheen of sweat against your skin, running down the curve of your back and thighs — Keigo gags on his dick and Tomura groans out his appreciation. Taishiro chuckles as he guides Keigo’s head up and down Tomura’s member.

“Easy, doll. Relax your throat,” Taishiro reaches under Keigo’s jaw and Dabi feels particularly empty as he sees the way the big man’s cock chubs up. Taishiro can feel Tomura’s dick in Keigo’s throat and he keeps the blonde boy snuggly against his pelvis, when Keigo begins to choke he carefully pulls his head back. Keigo coughs, lips shining with spit as he sticks his tongue out.

Keigo is quiet, Shota tells them. Though he is a confident man on camera — and off — when it comes to intimate moments, Keigo is quiet. He simply prefers to be, to just get lost in the feelings of pleasure. Taishiro told them Keigo will be a bit shy at first is all, that he’ll warm up soon enough.

Soon is now. He’s whining again, looking at the three men in slight distress. “What is it, doll? What do you need?” Taishiro strokes through his hair and Keigo twists his head to look at you.

Fuck. Look at you.

You’re sucking in a breath, back arching as your toes curl from Shota’s talented mouth. Your fingers are indecisive. One second clutching the air and the next, letting go. You’re tossing your head to the side, mouth open as your chest heaves up and down.

The lights in the room make your skin look good enough to eat. You’re a filthy angel caught in the net of a demon named Shota. He’s kneeled as he tastes you, his hair tied into a bun and so deliciously salt-and-peppery it makes Dabi grab at his dick.

Shota’s beard is soaked and you’re losing your mind in the best way possible. They can tell you’rs about cum. They can see it in the vein that threatens to jump out from your neck and the way you’re trying so hard to form sentences but your tongue is like lead and you’re simply saying; please.

Over and over again.

Taishiro tears his eyes away as Keigo paws at his thighs.

He desperately wants to fuck you. Taishiro stifles a laugh, walking past Keigo to sit between Tomura and Dabi, arching a brow as Dabi casually leans down to stroke his thick dick.

“You know the rules, doll. If you wanna fuck him, you gotta ask his daddies.”

“You? Fuck our baby? Think you can even make him cum? He’s very spoiled ya’ know, he’ll whine and kick and yell if you’re not pleasing him,” Tomura says as he taps his lap. Keigo crawls to him, kissing the skin sweetly as he looks up at Tomura.

“I...I can make him cum,” he says quietly. Taishiro reaches over to ruffle Keigo’s head, scratching under his chin. “Keigo’s a very good boy. Shota and I trained him well.”

Tomura pretends to think about it. Keigo begs between his legs, pumping his cock as he kisses up the sides, splattering precum on his chin when it bumps there but not losing a beat as he kisses Tomura’s cockhead.

Shota pulls away from you when he hears footsteps. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while you catch your breath. Keigo kneels beside him and Tomura settles behind your suspended self. He laughs wickedly when you jump from his sudden touch to your sides.

“A-asshole,” you shakily hiss out. He kisses your arm as an apology while Shota guides Keigo to your dripping cock.

You can tell the difference between them. While Shota’s technique was intent on making you last long and your orgasms gut-punchingly good. Keigo just wants to cum on his face. You squeak at his hunger.

It’s messy. So fucking messy. Your slick is on his lips, his chin, practically dripping down his neck. He uses his fingers to spread your cunt apart and when he plunges his tongue inside, you moan like a true porn star.

Tomura has a hand on Keigo’s head, reaching from behidn your torso as he guides him. Setting a pace that isn’t going to wear out your poor cunt too quickly, despite how tempting the thought of fucking your oversensitive pussy is — Tomura purposefully pushes Keigo’s face in just to hear his muffled groans and your breath hitching as his tongue deeper slips inside at the risk of Keigo losing his ability to breathe.

“Keigo! Fuh - Fuck, feels — Tuh-tuh much! Ngh!”

Keigo looks concerned for a moment but Tomura just smirks.

“Keep going, doll. He can take it. C’mon, this is what you wanted. Right?” Keigo nods and your entire body shakes as you feel an orgasm rip through you. Keigo moans as you cum all over his face, panting beneath you. His hot breath makes you lift your hips, whimpering at the stimulation despite how light it was.

Tomura slaps your cunt and you squeal.

“Just one more time, baby. Keigo’s hungry for you.”

Shota settles next to Dabi, putting him between Taishiro and himself. Dabi lifs his head away from Taishiro’s dick, jaw aching the tiniest bit before he turns to the sight of Shota’s dick. He kisses Shota, licking away you from his lips and lightly sucking on his tongue before he leans down. He kisses the top scars, enjoying the feeling of his chest hair against his face before he goes further down and takes Shota’s hard dick into his mouth.

The man sighs, threading his fingers through Dabi’s inky black hair. Taishiro and him share a kiss, groaning into it for entirely different reasons though both related to Dabi. Shota can feel him pressing just under his dick, rubbing the spot that makes him bite down on Taishiro’s lips.

“Gonna cum?” Dabi purrs, so smug at Shota’s flushed face. It disappears when Taishiro rearranges himself, pressing his crotch to Dabi’s ass.

“Hey —”

“Relax. I’m not going to fuck you. Just grind against you. You’ve got a great ass...and a hot back tattoo.” Dabi shivers as Taishiro’s large hands run down his back. Every time he breathes, the dragons on his back do too and Taishiro wants to paint it with white.

“Colour?” Taishiro asks.

“Green, baby.”

You’re set down on the bed. The air conditioning in the room making your sweat feel a bit cold and uncomfortable but that’s hard to focus on when you feel Shota spread your thighs again.

Keigo is moaning beside you. Open-mouthed gasps and raspy groans as Tomura fucks his asshole. A rule that was implemented by Keigo’s dominants. His cunt was for them and his ass was for their guests. The blindfold that was still on you made it hard to predict his next move but you feel his cock tap onto your hole and you shakily open your legs further. Shota chuckles, sliding his dick up so you feel it rub against your swollen dick.

“Fuck me, please. Just fuck me already.”

“He doesn’t say please much does he?” Dabi laughs at Shota’s comment. It gets cut off by a groan as Taishiro rims his hole, so Tomura answers for him.

“He’s a fucking brat. But we like him that way. Makes us fucking — “ Keigo yelps at a rough thrust, his strap-on slapping onto his wet stomach — “work for it.”

You feel Keigo reach for your wrist and you clasp your hands together, wishing you could see just how wrecked he was. He sounded like he was being fucked within an inch of his life. You wanted to see, but alas, you were given this blindfold because Dabi once again thought it’d only be fair that both subs got some sort of rule.

“Poor Keigo,” he said during the discussion of rules and limitations.

You wanted to punch him in his perfect face —

“Ahh! Oh- oh fuck!”

Shota is fucking you with his dick. It’s thick, stretching your poor cunt out as you squeeze around it. Though not as long, the way he moves his hips as you baring your neck as you toss your head back.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Keigo wants to kiss you. He twists his torso and you gasp into his mouth, teeth briefly clacking against the other as you made out.

“You look suh-so pretty,” Keigo whispers. You grip onto his hand.

“I wanna see you, please...ngh! Fuck, please, Keigo.”

There you go again. Tempting good Keigo into breaking rules. He seems distraught by your pleas and Tomura grips his hair. He yowls, asshole stretching as Tomura pushes in deeper.

“Shota, turn him onto his hands and knees. Need to shut our darling (Y/N) up before he corrupts your obedient doll more.”

Dabi has Taishiro pinned to the end of the bed. Fucking up into him as he watches you suck Keigo’s silicone cock. It’s truly a talent you have. Slobbering over dick despite how good someone is fucking into your pussy.

Dabi is so proud of you.

“Dabi, guh-god, those piercings,” Taishiro chokes out. “Feels good, doesn’t it, big guy?” Taishiro nods, clutching onto the already soiled bedsheets.

Keigo is going insane. You’re sucking his dick and you look so fucking good. Licking his tip, kissing the sides and taking it into your mouth. He moans with each action, entranced by how sincere your actions are. He bucks into your mouth despite Tomura not moving and thrusts into your mouth and back into Tomura completely unprompted.

Ah, he wants to see you look up at him. He can feel you moan around his dick as Shota fucks into you and he wants to see your eyes flutter and go cross eyed. Tomura laughs as Keigo wretches his hands away to rip your blindfold off.

Youre disorientated for a minute. Adjusting to the lights as you struggle to breathe through your nose.

Keigo feels shame but vindication. You’re looking up at him and fuck you’re beautiful.

“Bad boy,” Taishiro reprimands.

But Keigo doesn’t care. Because you pull away, tongue stuck out and grinning.

You looked so proud of him.

Keigo cums around Tomura’s dick, you take his cockhead into your mouth and he’s grateful as he imagines himself cumming down your throat.

You’re kissing up Keigo’s chest, stroking his sides as all of you come down. Panting and soft moans echoed through the room as aftershocks of pleasure ran through everyone's nerves.

Shota is the first to get up, but Tomura forbids it as he circles his waist and pulls back down in the mess of sweaty bodies. “Stay,” he whispers and Shota nods as he cradles Tomura’s head to his chest. Taishiro lay on Dabi’s lap, he was itching for a cigarette but he remained on the large bed just watching over everyone for a moment.

“Baby,” he whispers to Taishiro. “I’m gonna get us water, can I do that?” Taishiro appreciates the gentleness Dabi is exhibiting. He lifts his head and Dabi slips out the room to get everyone some refreshments. He places it by the bedside tables, wiping down you and Keigo.

“Want Keigo’s dick in you?” you nod at Dabi’s question, curling your leg across his hips tighter and Keigo turns to kiss your forehead.

Dabi, Shota, Tomura and Taishiro chuckle at the sight. They slowly sit up, chatting quietly whilst wiping themselves down.

“We should definitely do this again,” Dabi says whilst Tomura cleans his back. Shota leans against Taishiro’s soft front, nodding as he strokes Keigo’s back.

“I agree. I’d love to teach your brat manners.”

You huff and simply hide your face in Keigo’s neck. The blonde smiles, simply allowing you too.

“And I’d love corrupting your doll,” you reply smugly.

“So, we’re all in agreement,” Taishiro coos out.

“Fuck yeah, we are, are you kidding me?” Tomura scoffs. “There is no way this is just a one time thing. B’sides, look at those two bottoms, they’re attached already.”

“Hm,” Dabi muses. “It’d be mean to pull them away. Poor Keigo, poor (Y/N).”

Your body is protesting the thought but, fuck, you cannot wait for the next time. Keigo can feel you clench around his cock and he thinks the same as you.

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Dabi walks in to y/n on Keigo’s lap, a hand grabbing at his golden hair pulling him closer into their not so innocent kiss.

Dabi watching as they both try and make the other be the first to cave. Their desperation hanging in the air around them.

Dabi biting at Keigo’s neck, trapping y/n between them as the boys whine into each others mouths.

Just a quick little thought- don’t mind it

[dabisbratz]

ᥫ᭡ — PUSH IT FOR THE PLEASURE

dabi | touya todoroki x male reader (drabble)

w.c: 0.4k

WARNING: impact play, face-slapping, boot-humping, degradation, dirty talk, slight choking, daddy kink (title used 1 time), slight objectification

a/n: not my most confident work.. but it’s kinda hard to put all my scrambled thoughts abt this into words):<

Dabi loves boys like you, mindbroken and dumb enough to grind against his boot with shameless, pathetic excuses you call hip rolls. He loves the area of skin where thigh meets hip, the swell of your thighs pooling there with every to and fro movement, smearing your juices across the leather of his stolen platforms. He likes the obvious dynamic between the two of you, your pretty body naked and vulnerable as he remains clothed, holding onto your neck with warm palms and fingers.

Dabi loves watching your lips part, shiny and swollen from sucking his dick, like they’re meant to, small huffs of air floating around until it’s indistinguishable, mixed with the wet squelch from between your thighs. Always so smart, quick to correct him when you can, even if you both know you’re wrong. His lips split into a sick grin, staples pulling at his milky skin until it hurts, all sharp teeth and predatory gazes. You’ve always looked better like this, teary eyed and bruised.

“Do something for me, sugar. Show Daddy his favorite hole. Hold it open for me.”

Dabi loves making you hook your fingers into your mouth, fingertips pressed into the silky, smooth surface of the insides of your cheeks. He makes you pull your mouth open, tongue ejected and glistening with your drool as he stares down your throat, cooing when you blink up at him for approval.

“Maybe I should just finger your mouth. Just as wet and messy as your hole, isn’t it? Think it’ll squeeze around me too?”

Dabi loves ignoring you, opting for a harsh tap against your warm cheek. He holds you still, save for your hips, keeps your head steady so you don’t get whiplash. He starts off gentle, a large thumb caressing your cheekbone until it’s pulled away, just to return with a loud smack! and a resounding burn. You look pretty like this, his pretty boy, bracing for impact just a few seconds too late. He chuckles at your gasps, voice raspy and hushed as he rubs the attacked area.

“Aw, does it hurt? Yeah? Then why're you grinding harder?”

Dabi loves pushing you around, grabbing you by the hair to reposition your face against his bulge, pressing your face impossibly close to the protrusion, suffocating you until all you can breathe in is him. His staples catch strays of your hair, but you don’t mind, his hand reaching up to pat your head in approval. The feeling of your face, damp with tears, pressed against his clothed dick as you whine has him reeling, puffs of smoke slipping through his teeth as he sharply exhales.

“Can take—”

“Hush, boy. I know what you can take.”

[loveriotss]

Yo! I was wondering if you could do some headcannons for Shigaraki, Aizawa, and Dabi with a male reader? I also thought it would be cool if reader had a quirk that had the abilities of a wendigo or skinwalker, and he would be really tall (around 6”6 or 7ft maybe?). I think it would be cool to see them with a guy that has a creepy quirk and personality, but really he is a gentle giant.

Anyway, have a great rest of your day/night! Thank you!!

HIM WITH A SKINWALKER QUIRK USER ⸻ tomura shigaraki + shota aizawa + touya todoroki

# tomura shigaraki + shota aizawa + touya todoroki INCLUDES — male! reader, fluff(ish), headcannons

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

[🎭] TOMURA SHIGARAKI . . .

when you both first met, he thought you were some kind of nomu.

was surprised to find out that you're a human but he respects you nonetheless.

he's intrigued by your quirk's eerie and supernatural nature.

very very curious about the details of your quirk but he won't ask you about it, he will just stare at you a bit creepily.

as you two grow closer, he's drawn to the contrast between your menacing appearance and your gentle demeanor.

he’s used to being misunderstood and understands the feeling of being seen as something to fear rather than to be understood.

he likes how your personality doesn't undermine your abilities.

if you're in the lov with him, he will rely on you a lot.

he trusts you, even if he doesn’t always express it verbally.

when it comes to missions or plans, shigaraki values your input and abilities.

your quirk’s versatility and your understanding of the darker side of things often make you a crucial ally in his schemes.

he respects your contributions and sees you as an essential part of his plans.

despite your imposing stature and fearsome quirk, you have a way of creating a soothing environment.

shigaraki treasures the quiet moments you share, where you can both escape from the chaos of the world and simply enjoy each other’s presence.

he's an odd guy who likes odd things and trust he will yap to you about it.

you just stare at him like '😀' while he casually talks about some gruesome thing that he's hyperfixated on.

[💤] SHOTA AIZAWA . . .

when you and aizawa first met, he was a bit cautious of you.

the appearance your quirk gave you was something he had never seen before.

that paired with your personality began to intrigue him.

feel like it would be funny if he had a pet cat who never really warmed up to everyone but the first day you visit his house he finds his grumpy little cat on your lap in minutes as you happily pat it.

will apologize on your behalf if you accidentally startle someone.

(which is like everyday 😓)

however if anyone tries to be rude to you because of your appearance he will defend you firmly.

has tried erasing your quirk which takes away whatever additional abilities you have but you appearance remains as towering as ever because of it being a physical quirk.

aizawa finds your quirk fascinating and is eager to understand it better.

will occasionally request training sessions with you where he will face you with scenarios that challenges you to use your quirk in different ways.

he values the calm and thoughtful conversations you two have.

you're one of the few people who can match his vibe since he is mostly surrounded by loud extroverts 🙏 (a/n: looking at you present mic).

if you were a hero, he would be one of your biggest supporters and will not tolerate any disrespect towards you from other heroes or even civilians.

[🔥] DABI . . .

when you and dabi first met, he was intrigued by you but still kept his distance.

your towering height and the unsettling nature of your quirk made him cautious.

if you were introduced to him through the lov he wouldn't really speak to you much in the first few days, opting to just observe you from the sidelines.

your personality was bit of a surprise to him.

it made him suspicious of you as he thought you were hiding your true personality and whenever he tried to bring it up with the other members they just laughed at him.

eventually he decided to 'investigate' you on his own and found his assumptions about you terribly wrong.

as you two grow closer and become 'friends', he starts teasing you.

will call you the most oddest nicknames but it's okay because you call him odd things back.

friendly fire between the two of you is common but a very fun sight to see as whenever the argument get's a bit heated, dabi tries to look menacing but compared to you he looks like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

despite his jeers and sarcastic remarks, he genuinely respects you.

he acknowledges your strengths and doesn't doubt your abilities.

he is a horror/supernatural freak so seeing someone who looks similar to the creepy books he snags from corner bookstores in front of him makes him fanboy internally.

he occasionally lets his guard down around you, sharing bits of his past or personal thoughts.

is also a very good listener. during your rooftop conversations he will patiently listen to your stories or whatever struggles you've faced.

NOTE — posting this embarrassingly late, really sorry to the anon who requested this 😓😓.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[cryoutloxd]

A little Gift ,,

Giving a gift to Touya because it's his birthday :3 cw: mdni, Oral (m receiving), gn reader. reader is hinted to be a virgin. smoking. sub/dom dynamics? slight degradation: dabi calls reader a slut so yeah. nsfw under the cut!! lower case intended. sorry for typos, not proofread ;(

birthdays... it wasn't really something he believed in, or well.. wanted to be celebrated. at least for himself, he knows you like these little moments of happiness that some celebrations and holidays bring. but him personally? nah, before you he hardly memorized the dates.

but he's goddamn happy that you're here to celebrate his birthday with him.

—

"oh fuck.. you knew how to do this stuff?" his voice is raspy, more than usual as he blows smoke into the air. his eyes are closed and his head's thrown back from the amount of pleasure your mouth is bringing him. your lips are wrapped around his cock so deliciously that he's starting to wonder if you practiced with that dildo he bought for you.

while you can only hum around his thickness, you bat your eyelashes, then closing your eyes and taking his cock in as deep as you could. "s-shiiittt..~ good doll, doing so good.. trained you well, huh?" he chuckles, wrapping his fingers around the roots of your hair, pulling on it to make you choke on his dick. the noises you're making is just sooo amusing to him, he never knew you were capable of such things. "look at you, choking on my dick like a little slut.. ahh fffu-uck..~ just like that."

seeing your face ruined with your own spit and tears makes him lose his mind, wanting nothing more than to bend you over in bed and take you until both your bodies were sore and pained.

his grip on your hair tightens, his thighs shaking slightly as his other hand covers your cheeks, taking your face in his hand like a fleshlight and fucking into your throat as if his life depends on it. he groans, a deep one at that as he throws his head back again, holding you still as his cum shoots down your throat without a warning. "oh fuck! take it.. take it all ahh fffuck..!"

he pants, yanking you back by your hair and staring at your fucked up face. he laughs, stroking your cheeks as a mixture of his cum and your spit dribbles down from the corner of your lips. "shit.. that was hot." he smiles as you congratulate him for his birthday one more time, pulling you up to kiss your forehead. "a happy birthday indeed... thanks doll"

"now, face down, ass up.. i wanna see what else you can do."

thanks for reading <3 likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[theoriginalkaminari]

Dabi with a healer S/O!

Reader has a healing quirk, anything you touch can start to heal instantly, but slowly

Warnings: Blood, sorta ooc Dabi?

"Hey, you." Dabi speaks, leaning against the doorframe. His deep turquoise eyes look at you up and down, a smirk remaining on his face.

Blood drips from the wounds on his waist and onto the floor. "Mind patching me up?" He says, not really asking. He walks over, sitting on the bed.

You turn to him with a look of confusion on your face that quickly turns to shock.

"Oh my god!" You quickly rush to him, examining his wounds. You grab the bandages, putting them to the side as you dab Dabi's wounds with rubbing alchohol.

Dabi doesnt wince or flinch as you tend to his wounds, not even protesting. He remains silent and motionless, allowing you to do what you need to do. As you work, you notice that his burn scars are extensive and that some of his stitches are coming loose.

You let out a small sigh, knowing you should probably fix those too. Turning away for a moment, you grab the needle and thread. When you turn back to him, you slowly begin to restich the burns.

You try to make it as painless as can be, occasionally glancing up at Dabi's face to see his expression.

Eventually, you finish. Looking up at him, you ask, "What happened?" In a soft and gentle tone.

Dabi is silent for a moment, clearly hesitant to answer. He glances at you, taking in your beauty and soft features. He feels a strange sensation in his chest, as if his heart is beating faster. "It's none of your business." He finally replies, his voice cold and harsh.

You begin to feel a bit frustrated. You just kept this idiot from dying, and he wasn't even going to tell you what happened? How annoying...

"I'm just trying to help." You retort, using your quirk to numb his pain and make the wound heal faster. After a few seconds of silence, you begins to speak again. "Dabi…please. Stop being so reckless." You say softly.

"Your important to the me and the rest of the league…not just because of your quirk." You murmur in a soft voice.

The more Dabi looks at you, the more he sees you as an angel. "I don't need your pity." He waves you off, not seeming to care about the things you say to him.

You give up trying to reach him, putting the remaining bandages away. "I'm done patching up your wounds." You say, turning you back to him as you put your supplies away.

You then look back at him, looking up at him. "Is there anything else that needs to be fixed?" You ask, your voice soft.

Dabi smirks at you, standing up and stepping closer, towering over you with his impressive height. He leans down to your level and speaks in a low voice. "Actually, there is something that needs to be fixed." He says, looking into your eyes.

Slightly unamused with Dabi's antics, you raise an eyebrow. You reach behind you, grabbing the bandages again. "Such as..?"

"You." Dabi says bluntly. "Your too soft and sweet for a villain." He adds, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm surprised you haven't been eaten alive yet.

You begin to feel very annoyed with this. You belong here just as much as anyone else in the league does. "Excuse me?" You respond, stepping back.

Dabi chuckles at your response and stands up straight, continueing to tower over you. "I'm just saying that you don't fit in with the rest of us villains." He says, his voice still low. "You're too kind and innocent for this life."

"I'm not a delicate flower that's in need of protection." You take his hand off your hair and glare at him. "And especially not YOUR protection." You retort. "And if theres nothing broken, I'll be going now." You say sternly, turning and ready to walk away.

Before you can, Dabi grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him, his other hand sliding down to your waist.

"Oh, right, sure. You're definitely not in need of protection." He says sarcastically, pulling your body flush against his own. "I can see it in your eyes, you're not used to this kind of life. You're too gentle and kind to be a villain." He looks at you with a mischievous smile. "I can take care of you."

You narrow your eyes, and move your hand down to his waist. You pinch his fresh wounds, making him let go of you.

"I told you, I don't need your protection." You say, finally walking away.

Dabi watches you leave. He smirks to himself, knowing that you'll come chasing back to him again.

Its only a matter of time before he has you in his arms again.

[sandiaarts]

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Heat Of The Moment

Pairing : Dabi x Male reader Tags : Established relationship , Fluff, Comfort / no hurt Word count : 678 Y/N - Your name L/N - Last Name

The rain pattered gently against the window, each drop creating a soothing rhythm that filled the silence of the room. Dabi lay sprawled on their bed, in only a white shirt revealing his burn scars . The soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated his features, casting long shadows that danced across the walls.

Beside him, Y/N nestled comfortably against his side, head resting on his shoulder, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Baby's stomach. Despite the chaos that often surrounded them, in moments like these, the world outside felt miles away.

“Did you ever think we’d end up like this?” Y/N asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he watched the way the light caught the contours of the villain's jaw.

Dabi let out a low chuckle,. “Not in a million years. I was more concerned with burning everything down than cuddling in bed with someone like you.” He shot his lover a sidelong glance, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Guess I shouldn’t have underestimated the power of a pretty face.”

Y/N rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across his face. It felt so surreal sometimes—the feared villain, known for his ruthless demeanour, could melt in the warmth of his boyfriend’s touch. “See? You do have a soft spot,” Y/N teased, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He shrugged, but there was a slight warmth in his expression that told Y/N he wasn’t as indifferent as he pretended to be. “Whatever you say, babe. Just don’t go telling the others or I’ll have to kill you.” His tone was playful, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Y/N laughed softly, smirking at him. “Oh please, they already know you’re a softy for me. It’s adorable Really.” Y/N  felt delighted at the way Dabi  averted his gaze

The soft sound of raindrops continued to create a soothing backdrop as Y/N cuddled closer, entwining his legs with his. Dabi’s fiery quirk contrasted sharply with this peaceful moment, yet the warmth radiating from his body was a comfort Y/N  had come to cherish. Y/N loved how he could be so insurmountable and yet so vulnerable in these quiet moments.

“Tell me, ”Dabi  began, his voice low and serious, pulling his lover from his  thoughts. “What do you see when you look at me?”

Y/N paused, looking deep into Dabi’s eyes as he  contemplated his response. “I see someone who’s been through hell. I see loyalty, pain, and… somebody I love .”

His gaze flickered, and for once, Dabi didn’t try to hide the vulnerability that flickered across his features. He let out a low breath, considering his lover's words. Y/N could see the walls of his heart gradually lowering as he leaned in closer, resting his forehead against Y/N “I Love ya too”

Before Y/N could respond, Dabi’s lips found his , capturing him in a kiss that was deep and laden with meaning. It was a connection that spoke volumes; in that moment, all the weight of his past faded away. y/N melted into him, feeling the heat and intensity of his essence, the very essence that terrorised so many.

As the kiss lingered, Y/N felt content, safe in the cocoon of his arms. In this small pocket of the world, even a villain could feel hope, vulnerability and love.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Dabi planted a soft kiss on the other man’s forehead. “Guess you really do have a way of getting under my skin… in a good way.”

“Only in the best of ways, Dabi. Only in the best of ways.”

The lull of the rain continued, and the two of them drifted into a comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s arms as the outside world faded away. In the heart of this chaos, there was serenity.

[doumadono]

<3 I have been having a hard time and was wondering if you could maybe write a short of Viking Dabi with a male reader?

A/N: I apologize for the delay in addressing your request. I sincerely hope that you are in a better place now. Sending you lots of love and virtual hugs

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU

The training grounds were alive with the rhythmic clashing of weapons and the grunts of warriors honing their skills. Touya Endeavorson supervised the training session with an intensity.

"More! Concentrate! A single moment of distraction could cost you your life!" He bellowed, rallying the warriors and shieldmaidens for the challenges ahead.

Amidst the training, one of the warriors found himself struggling with the weight and technique of the battle axe in his hands. The metallic tang of fear hung in the air as doubt gnawed at his confidence.

Touya, keenly observing the training grounds, noticed the man's faltering moves and approached.

Dabi laid a hand on the man's shoulder, his turquoise eyes bore into the man's, piercing through with unwavering intensity. "What's going on, Y/N? You're better than this. I know you can handle an axe. I saw you doing it before."

The young warrior took a deep breath, summoning the courage to share his true fears. "I'm just afraid, my lord. Afraid I won't be good enough. I don't want to let you or the earl down."

Touya's expression softened, understanding the weight of the man's insecurities. "You're not here to impress us. You're here to learn and grow. Let's take a step back and figure this out, shall we?"

Dabi led him to a quieter corner of the training grounds. "Tell me, what's truly holding you back?"

"I've never been good at fighting. What if I'm not cut out for this?"

Touya's gaze bore into the warrior's. "Being good at something takes time and practice, trust me. Everyone starts somewhere. Even I had to learn. You don't need to be perfect from the start. Just focus on improvement. Now, let me show you a trick."

Dabi took the axe from the man's hands, demonstrating a fluid sequence of movements. His voice carried a casual wisdom. "It's not just about strength. It's about precision and control."

With patience, Dabi guided the young warrior through the motions, correcting his grip and demonstrating the finesse required in each swing. His movements were deliberate, showcasing the essential techniques in wielding an axe effectively. "See, it's not just about swinging. Precision matters," he remarked, emphasizing the calculated nature of each strike. "Your stance is crucial. Balance is everything."

Touya continued the demonstration, guiding the warrior through the intricacies of footwork and the art of anticipating an opponent's move. "Keep your focus. It's not just a weapon. You axe is an extension of yourself. Feel it."

Dabi then paused, his gaze meeting the warrior's. "But remember, this is only half the battle. In real combat, you'll have a shield in your other hand. That changes everything." He gestured toward an awaiting shield, heavier and more cumbersome than the axe. "You need to get used to the combined weight, the balance. The right moves with the axe might not be enough if you can't handle the shield. Training is what bridges that gap. It's what turns you from a warrior into a tactician."

With a final strike that echoed with precision, Dabi handed the axe back to the warrior. "Now, let's go again. And remember, it's not just about swinging metal. It's about mastering the dance of war. The axe and shield, an inseparable duo. That's what makes a true warrior."

Dabi then watched with an approving nod as the young man practiced, mirroring the moves demonstrated by the eldest son of earl Endeavor. "Good, just like that. Remember to keep your knees slightly bent and move your legs quickly. You'll get there, Y/N. It's not about being the best - it's about becoming better than you were yesterday," Dabi reassured, his eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the struggles inherent in learning the art of combat.

As the training continued, the young warrior found a renewed determination. Under the watchful eye of Dabi, the young warrior delved into the rigorous training, each swing of the axe becoming more calculated, every step more deliberate. Dabi's guidance molded the raw potential into refined skill.

After a while, the warrior paused, catching his breath. With genuine gratitude in his eyes, he turned to Dabi. "Thank you, my lord. Your advice has made it all seem so much more manageable. I feel the difference, indeed. I'm ready to keep learning."

Touya, pleased with the progress of the warrior, placed a commendatory hand on the man's shoulder. "Impressive. Your dedication truly shows. You're shaping up to be a formidable addition to our ranks." With a playful glint in his turquise eyes, Dabi continued, "How about we meet later in the tavern? A little toast for the upcoming raid, perhaps? You've earned it."

The warrior, grateful for the acknowledgment, nodded with a grin. "Sounds like a plan, my lord."