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Character: Sukuna
AU setting: Church
spice level: NSFW
Mood: writers choice
Kinks: Non-Con(however would it be alright if it's consensual non con?), daddy kink, breeding, spanking, Size difference and Praise
(Could it be Fem reader? Thx !! :))
I might have added a couple kinks and took some liberties with the CNC kink but I hope you like it!
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Sukuna as a Priest. Probably very offensive to Catholics (I know nothing about Catholicism so please look over any errors). Breeding. Spanking. Sort of CNC. Dubcon. Daddy kink (he’s a priest so Father is used instead of Daddy), light bondage. Size difference. Rough sex. Praise. Dividers by @benkeibear.
Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! Any feedback whatsoever would be adored!
You stand in the drafty hallway outside Father Sukuna’s office, shifting from one foot to the other. He’s angry with you. He definitely saw that you were late for morning prayers, and he happened to be walking by when you flubbed reading the study verses to your students. As a new nun working in this Catholic school, you should be providing a strong example for the students to follow. Instead, they giggle when you try to scold them.
Father Sukuna, the headmaster, has had to discipline you several times now for your careless behavior and mistakes. You appreciate that he’s taking the time to give you such personal attention, but his punishments can be… severe.
And so you take a deep breath before knocking lightly on his door. He calls for you to come in, so you twist the brass doorknob and push the heavy wooden door open, then step inside.
The room is large, with high ceilings and tall windows along the back wall. The air is chilly, despite the low fire burning in the fireplace. You flinch when the door slides closed behind you, feeling like you’ve been sealed in.
There’s a large wooden desk in the center of the room, and behind it sits Father Sukuna, looking at you over the top of his reading glasses and closing the Bible in his lap before placing it on the desk.
“Do you know why I asked you to come?”
His voice is deep and smooth. His black priest robes do little to conceal his muscular form. As he pulls off his glasses, his unusual red eyes seem to shimmer. His handsome face is lined with black tattoos, remnants of his former life before joining the priesthood.
You fidget beneath his piercing gaze, thinking, far from the first time, that it’s a waste for someone like him to be a priest. Sensuality seems to ooze from every pore on his body. Every little move he makes, every word he utters with that voice, makes you think impure thoughts.
“I was late this morning,” you say, looking at the floor.
“And?” he prompts.
“And I messed up my reading of scripture.”
“Twice,” he adds.
You nod pathetically. “Yes, twice.” You raise your head then, meeting his eyes. “I beg your forgiveness, Father! I’ve only been a nun for six months now. I’m having a hard time adjusting.”
He stands up from his leather chair and walks around the desk to stand in front of you. This close, you’re very aware of how tall and big he is, how he towers over you, how he could throw you around like a rag doll if he wished. You can smell his cologne, a deep musky scent with contrasting cherry blossom undertones.
“It seems that you need more discipline, Sister. Did you come prepared?”
You swallow the lump in your throat, your face burning with shame as you reach your trembling hands down and grip your robe. Hesitantly, eyes on the floor to avoid his face, you slowly pull the fabric up to your waist.
Just as he instructed, you’re wearing no panties, only black silk thigh high stockings. Even with your soft thighs pressed together, he can definitely see your bare pussy, shaved the way he demanded.
“Ah, so you can follow instructions after all,” he says, and you glance up at his face to find him grinning widely. It’s an expression wholly unbecoming of a priest.
You watch as he steps back to his desk and uses one arm to knock everything off it with a single swipe. Then he pats the desk and says, “Climb on, and get in position for your punishment.”
You drop your robe and move over to his desk. He lifts you up and sits you on it, then you nervously maneuver yourself to be on your hands and knees. Your limbs are shaky as he walks around behind you and jerks your robe up again, letting it bunch up at your waist, leaving your lower half bare. One of his large hands sets upon your naked ass, then rubs down it, tracing your shape.
“As for what we discussed earlier… are you still certain?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” you say.
Two days ago, Father Sukuna proposed giving you “special discipline” to help you improve as a nun and turn away from your careless, sinful behavior. He said it would be intense, possibly painful and embarrassing, and that you would have to consent to allowing him full access to your body, using it however he sees fit. He gave you those two days to think about it. Today, you gave him your answer.
Now, with his eyes roaming over your exposed flesh and his warm hand squeezing the fat of your ass cheek, you don’t regret your choice, even if it’s humiliating. Because you truly do want to be the best nun you can be, and… being touched by a man like him, so tall and so intimidating, with those wild tattoos, makes your body quiver with excitement. So many nights you’ve laid in your bed, shamefully touching yourself while thinking of him.
He gave you a word, what he called a “safe word”, for you to say if you decide you can no longer handle the discipline and want to stop. Otherwise, he said, he would continue no matter what you say. The very thought of being completely at his mercy both frightens and thrills you.
Stepping around to the front of you, Father Sukuna pulls your rosary from your neck and winds it tightly around your wrists, binding them together and forcing you to lean more on your elbows than your hands. This makes your position slightly more unstable, and leaves your ass elevated higher than the rest of you.
He moves out of sight for a moment, and returns holding something in his hands. It’s a large wooden paddle with several holes drilled into it. Your eyes widen as you stare at the threatening object.
“Years ago, before I became Headmaster, this paddle was used to punish misbehaving students. We don’t do that anymore, but we keep the paddle around. Sometimes it’s effective to just have it lying on the desk when talking to an unruly student.”
He slaps the paddle into his open palm, resulting in a loud thwacking sound that makes you jump. “The holes supposedly make it sting more,” he tells you, that unnerving grin spreading across his face again.
Moving to your side, he holds the paddle up, looking down at your glassy, wide eyes, then he swings it downward, smacking the harsh wood against your trembling, vulnerable ass. You cry out in pain, feeling the burn of the holes, instinctively trying to scoot away.
Father Sukuna uses his free hand to firmly grip your shoulder, holding you in place, before bringing the paddle down again. This time the sting is enough to bring tears to your eyes and a scream from your throat.
But he remains merciless.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Three more hits, each one hard enough to make your body jump from the desk. Your ass burns. It has to be totally raw by now.
“Father, please! Forgive me!” you weep, your knees nearly collapsing, your face now buried in your forearms, your hands clutching the rosary that has them bound together.
Father Sukuna pauses and sits the paddle on the desk beside you. He uses his now empty hand to grip your sore cheek, kneading it, making you whimper.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and you struggle to comply, scooting your shaking knees further apart. He leans over to look, making you flush with heat and embarrassment. “Such a sinful body,” he says. “You’re absolutely dripping.”
“I’m so sorry, Father!” you cry, desperate to close your thighs and hide your shame, but knowing better than to anger him.
You feel his hand slide down, and then his fingers dip into your wet folds. You shudder, fighting the urge to try to pull away. He laughs as his fingers brush over your clit, making you twitch. “Such a fuckable little cunt,” he says, and you glance back at him over your shoulder, shocked by his words.
“Father?” you ask, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers stroking you.
“Hmm? Do my words concern you, Sister? I find that hard to believe when this soaked pussy is practically begging to be fucked. Do you want that? Do you want to be fucked by my huge cock?”
“I… I don’t…”
He suddenly withdraws his hand, picking up the paddle again in one smooth motion and then slamming it back down on your raw, stinging ass. This time it hits so low that it connected with your pussy. You squeal and jerk, and Father Sukuna holds the paddle up to his face. “You’ve gotten it all sticky,” he says.
After sitting the paddle back down, he reaches down with both strong hands and effortlessly flips you over onto your back. He grabs your bound wrists by the rosary and jerks your arms above your head, then forces your legs even wider apart. He pulls your whole body down toward the end of the desk, making your robe ride up even further, nearly exposing your chest.
He uses one hand to pull up his own robe and open the black pants underneath. “I fucked countless women before becoming a priest,” he says, his voice deeper than usual. “I thought I got it all out of my system. But fuck it, I’m still a man. So I’m gonna ruin this cute little pussy of yours.”
His tone of voice, his manner of speech, they seem different, rougher. “F-father, please,” you beg, “be gentle with me!”
He pulls a massive cock from his pants and lines it up with your entrance. “Not a fuckin’ chance!” he says, then immediately shoves himself all the way in.
You gasp as you feel yourself being completely stuffed, his hands firm on your waist, keeping you steady as he pounds into you. “Please forgive me, Father!” you sob out.
“Huh? Forgive you for what?” he asks, that maniacal grin on his face.
“F-for being so sinful!”
He laughs before he leans down and extends his tongue, licking a stripe up your crying face. “No need to apologize. Your tight pussy feels fucking incredible! This sinful body of yours is a blessing!”
You feel dazed, out of your mind, as his cock repeatedly slams into you. You have no idea what’s right or wrong anymore. You gaze up at him through teary eyes. “Is… is this part of the discipline? To make me a better nun?”
He reaches one hand down to stroke your clit, making your hips buck off the desk. “Yeah, I’m making you a better nun!” he grunts. “I’m making you my personal little slutty nun!”
You can’t take anymore. Your mind and heart are so confused. Only your body seems to understand Father Sukuna’s discipline. So you let go, you let yourself fall over the edge, and you scream out his name as you cum around his cock, clenching him with everything you have.
His grin only gets wider, his red eyes gleaming, as he fucks you even harder. And when you finally feel him pulsing inside you, followed by a gush of his hot sticky cum filling you up, you lose all strength, going limp on the desk beneath him.
Once he’s bottomed out, he pulls back and looks down at you. “Good girl, taking my cock so deep. I’ll forgive your mistakes this time,” he says as he buttons his pants and pulls his robe back down. His voice is returning to his more formal tone. “But if you don’t show more grace as an employee of this school, I will have to discipline you again.”
He reaches down and unties your hands, then gives your rosary back to you, leaving you speechless and stunned. You quickly recover and scoot off the desk, jerking your robe back down to hide the cum dripping down your thighs.
“Thank you, Father,” you say with a quivering voice as you hurry out of the room.
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─ SHE CAN GET IT
{ dabi x sub!fem!reader } { 9.5k words }
៚ · you’ve gone to the tattoo and piercing parlor that sits between the two family-owned restaurants before, never for yourself but as support for friends. The man with jet black hair who does a majority of the work always makes small talk with you, encouraging you to stop by for yourself. Your curiosity is piqued, if they can do it why can’t you? It won’t hurt that bad, right? It’s not like his gaze alone lights a fire deep in your core.
⌾๑ˊૢᵕˋૢ๑ warning! { tattoo-parlor au, no quirks, dom!dabi, needles, nipple play, piercing nipples, cock piercings, biting, vibrator, semi-public sex, masturbation, minor dacryphilia, overstimulation, teasing, squirting. }
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I’ve been seeing an increasingly large amount of people get into fic binding lately, which is fucking amazing! I love each and every one of you guerilla publishers! With the history of fandom takedowns, purges, and the bull shit legislation corporations try and start every few years, it’s so good that fics are being given permanency.
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Like a Virgin
TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME 🎶
So dabi is probably a virgin, but if he did lose it, i feel like he would have lost it at like a glory hole or some shit LMAO so i’m writing it. Also he’s like in his early 20s here, before he joined the league.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Warnings: nsfw, virgin!dabi, def ooc, experienced gn!reader, afab, awkward, first time, public, semi-public, unprotected, wrap it before you tap it! soft, praise
Word count: 4k
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THE FIRST VISIT
The bar Dabi’s at is packed. People are close enough to be akin to sardines in a can. They’re all sweaty and moving to the beat of the music playing overhead. The strobe lights flashing gives a red, then blue, then yellow-green glow to the room. He usually spends his days here, nothing else to do for a runaway. He squeezes past a couple and leans against the wall, surveying the area with intense blue eyes. He takes a drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke fill his lungs. Dabi lets the butt of the cig slip out of his fingers and he extinguishes it under the toe of his boot.
He soon saunters off to the back of the bar, where the toilets are. There’s only one stall, so he’s stuck outside waiting for the two blokes before him to finish up. A couple on his left are pushed up against the wall, clearly lost in each other. He shoves his hands into his pockets and stares up at the ceiling, clicking his tongue in boredom. While there is a fair amount of graffiti littering the walls, one in particular pops out to him.
It’s a drawing of a keyhole, a pair of lips, and a key. “Keyhole?”
“What was that buddy?” the guy in front of him mumbles.
“Nothing, just lookin’ at that up there,” he says back.
The guy looks up. “Oh yeah, that’s been there for ages. A buddy of mine got the full experience, if ya know what I mean.”
Dabi nods. He can guess what it means. No one’s ever looked at him in that way, burnt skin and all. Sure, he used to be cute, but now? He couldn’t fathom it. He shakes his head.
No use dwelling on the past.
The restroom finally opens up and he’s able to relieve himself. Too many beers, maybe. As he’s zipping up his pants, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a small hole at almost waist level. He ducks down to inspect it. Above it, it says ‘stick it here!’ with an arrow pointing down.
“I know you’re there,” he hears a soft voice say from the other side. A slender hand reaches in slightly, curling a finger in a beckoning motion.
“I don’t think you’d want me,” Dabi says.
“That’s why it’s a hole in the wall. Being anonymous is kind of, like, the whole thing here. If you don’t want this, it’s fine, just send the next guy in.”
“You sucked off the other guys that were here before me?”
“No, I just got here. But my friend did.”
“Fine, I’ll give it a go.”
“Never done anything like this before?”
“No.” Dabi decides to be vulnerable for once. He clears his throat. “No one’s ever…”
The other person is clearly surprised, evident in their voice. “Why come here, then?”
“If you saw me, I don’t think you’d like me,” is all he says before slipping his soft cock through the hole. It’s at an awkward angle, but nothing he can’t manage.
“Well your cock looks nice. I’ll be vulnerable too. My name’s [Y/N].”
Dabi grunts as cold hands stoke down his shaft, just getting the feel of his weight. [Y/N] gives a few experimental tugs and slowly, it rises to attention. His cock’s nice, with a tip flushed red and two veins on the underside. [Y/N] runs their thumb over the slit as beads of precum build up at the tip. It’s now slick enough that [Y/N] can easily run their hand up and down. Dabi bucks slightly with each tug and he leans his forehead against the dirty wall.
The sensation of someone else touching him is so different from his own calloused hands, and he can’t help but keen at the feeling. Suddenly, a hot mouth envelops him.
He actually moans at this, to which he promptly curses. [Y/N]’s mouth feels like heaven, he can feel the back of their throat, their nose nuzzling at the base of him. [Y/N]’s hand massages his balls, involuntarily coaxing more sounds out of his mouth.
Dabi’s hips jaunt at one particularly hard suck and he swears he hears [Y/N] moan a bit.
“Are you touching yourself, too?” he manages to wheeze out.
[Y/N] hums, the vibration of it buzzing around him. “What if I am?”
“Oh fuck,” he curses. “A little more, doll. Your mouth feels fuckin’ perfect around me.”
Dabi feels the familiar tightening in his body and not long after, he shoots off without warning. [Y/N] milks him, hand and mouth working wonders to prolong his fulfillment. Dabi’s surprised that he cums in their hot mouth, that [Y/N] didn’t pull away. They pant in sync, even though a thin wall separates them.
“I--[Y/N]...”
“That was nice, stranger, hope to taste you again,” they say cheekily. Dabi hears the clack of their shoes and the soft lock of the door behind them. He’s still buzzing slightly from the sensation, but he manages to tuck himself back in his pants and wash his hands again.
When he comes out of the bathroom, a few people are standing there. Some impatient, others with a knowing look. One guy even gives him a thumbs up.
Dabi’s cheeks heat up as he ducks out of their way. He makes a beeline for the door and takes a deep breath. Did that really happen? It was the most thrilling thing that’s happened in a while, and selfishly, he wonders if it was good for [Y/N] too. Was he a good size? What about the taste? Dabi shakes his head and slinks off into the night. Maybe he’ll come back to the hole in the wall, if he’s bored and in the neighborhood.
Who is he kidding? [Y/N]’s mouth around him felt amazing.
THE SECOND VISIT
The next time he steps into the bar, it’s a Thursday, a couple of months after his experience in the bathroom. Same amount of people, but he’s the one who’s different. He’s decided the best way to salvage his skin is to keep the sutures he’s gotten intact. It’s painful, and he feels them bite into his flesh at every movement. He rubs at his nose, feeling the heat of his new piercings react to the pressure.
Dabi pulls out a stool at the bar and motions for the bartender. “What can I get ya?”
“Surprise me, I want something strong.”
“Gotcha, be ready in a few,” the bartender replies, turning around to clean a glass.
“Hey, I recognize your voice,” someone beside him drawls.
It’s someone about the same age as he is.
“Do I know you?”
“Hm, not sure, but I know a part of you.”
Dabi raises an eyebrow, and suddenly it hits him. “You’re [Y/N]?” Dabi looks them up and down. How did he manage to get such a hot little thing giving him attention like this?
“Surprised you remember my name, hotshot,” [Y/N] smiles, taking a seat next to him.
“What can I say, I remember good experiences.”
“Aw. That’s sweet.” [Y/N] sips at their martini. A silence washes over the both of them as they both survey the club. “Did you want to dance?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” Dabi shrugs, taking a swig of his drink and slamming it back down on the counter. [Y/N] drowns their drink as well and takes Dabi’s outstretched hand. They make their way to the center, near enough to the DJ that the music vibrates in their bones more intensely. [Y/N] puts Dabi’s hands on their hips as they both move to the beat. He dips his head down and bites at their ear. [Y/N] feels his hands creeping up higher, massaging into the flesh.
“You look good, [Y/N],” Dabi mumbles.
“I like the look in your eyes. I like the way you carry yourself,” [Y/N] smiles, tilting their head up to give him a wet kiss on his neck. “Your staples are cool.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“I like the way they glint in the light. Like jewels. Are you ever gonna tell me your name?”
“You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”
“You want me to call you daddy?”
Dabi smirks. “You said it, not me.”
After a couple more songs and being pushed by the crowd, [Y/N] asks if he wants to go outside.
“Lead the way, doll.” [Y/N] smiles and grabs his hand, tugging him out of the bar and into the cool night.
“I want to get to know you.”
“There’s not much to know.”
“What about your name, for starters? Where are you from?”
“I go by Dabi these days.”
“Dabi, hm? You runnin’ from something, Dabi?”
He chokes--[Y/N] pretty much got that one on the nose. “You could say that. I’m just trying to find my way now.”
“At least you’re trying. I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same loop since forever!” [Y/N] whines.
“Do something new then,” he says, like it’s obvious.
“I wish it were that simple.”
“Why isn’t it?”
“Well you’re one to talk. You just said it yourself, you’re still finding your way.”
“I’ll change my sentence. I’m looking for someone, and they’ll show me the way,” Dabi’s uncomfortable at the very least. He hasn’t real talked with someone in so long.
And with a complete stranger, no less. But somehow, [Y/N]’s presence is comforting.
“And who are you looking for?” Dabi looks away.
“Fine, don’t tell me then. Keep your secrets.”
“Sweetheart, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
[Y/N] stops. Turns to look at him. “I think you want change. I don’t know in what way, but I get the feeling you’ll do whatever it is to get that change. Am I right?”
“No,” he says, like a liar.
“I hope you’re able to do whatever it is, Dabi.”
Dabi nods awkwardly in thanks. In the moonlight, [Y/N] looks beautiful. Stern, and strong. “Tell me about you.”
“Me? I’m going to uni to become a teacher. I work at a coffee shop. I’m sleep deprived. That’s pretty much it,” [Y/N] shrugs.
“And you give bj’s to random guys in bathrooms,” Dabi adds.
“Oh yeah, and that. I guess that was out of my usual loop. I’ve only ever done that one other time, you know.”
“You were right, it was nice. Being anonymous I mean,” Dabi reveals, “I’m not much of a looker.”
“Well, I think you’re handsome. C’mon, let’s go sit on that bench. I’m tired of walking.” Dabi doesn’t know how to respond--no one’s called him handsome before. The only thing beautiful about him that he would consider would be his fire.
Yeah, those flames are a beauty. Dabi clears his throat and sits next to [Y/N] on the bench. He turns to them. [Y/N] is looking up at a couple birds flying in the sky.
The two sit in silence until Dabi feels [Y/N] shiver a bit. Dabi looks down at them and tentatively throws an arm around them.
“You’re warm, Dabi,” [Y/N] sighs, leaning into his chest. He can smell their scent, and his mouth waters slightly.
“I have a fire quirk.”
“That’s funny. Mine’s a water one.”
“Don’t put me out,” Dabi jokes.
“Don’t give me a reason to.”
“Can I touch you?” Dabi blurts out.
“You’re dirty,” [Y/N] smirks, “Out in the open? What if we get caught?”
“No one’s out here,” he laughs.
“If you heat up your fingers, maybe?”
“Anything for you.” Dabi’s lucky [Y/N]’s wearing a skirt, he can just easily run his fingers over their thighs and dip into the warm flesh of their lower stomach. [Y/N] reaches out to hold Dabi’s wrist tentatively. Their hands are quite smooth, unlike his, and he’s tempted to bring one up to cup his face in a tender motion.
His hands run up their skirt and stroke their sex lightly through the lace there. [Y/N] keens slightly, bucking up for a bit more friction. He’s looking for all those delicious reactions, any hint of distress or pleasure. Afterall, he wants to be good for [Y/N]. He takes a shallow breath. Hopefully he just doesn’t mess up. Instead of thinking about it too hard, he guides [Y/N]’s face to his own with his other hand and gives them a sweet kiss.
“You’re so tender, Dabi. The opposite of what you look like. You look like you could just eat me up and leave nothing but bones.”
“Next time, sweetheart.” He sucks a hickey into their neck and pushes thier panties to the side. He rubs at their clit softly, drawing in small, tight circles. [Y/N]’s already getting wet, and he runs a finger over their slit to gather some wetness to relieve the raw friction.
“Can’t you make some pretty noises for me, baby?”
[Y/N] whines. “Stretch me out with your fingers, Dabi. Gently, okay?”
He watches [Y/N]’s chest rise and fall with every heavy breath they take. He nods, tentatively pushing in with one finger. They’re warm and tight and his dick jumps at the thought of being inside of them completely. His fingertip presses the walls slightly, feeling the gummy texture. [Y/N] pulls up their skirt to their stomach and Dabi’s eyes glue into the way he’s slowly thrusting in and out of them. He adds another long finger. His fingers come out slicked, glistening in the moonlight.
“Am I doing good for you?” he says before he can think.
“Yes, Dabi. You’re doing a good job, baby. You’re making me feel so good,” they say breathlessly, rubbing up on his palm for more friction. Dabi leans in to kiss them again, which they happily return. A few more swipes, and he feels [Y/N] tighten up slightly, rhythmically. “I’m close. I...ah…” their voice catches as they cum around his digits.
“Oh, baby,” Dabi coos. He gingerly pulls his fingers out and brings them up to his mouth to taste their essence.
“Hard to believe you’ve never done that before,” [Y/N] laughs.
“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pulling them to their feet and pulling down their skirt. He brushes a stray hair from their face tenderly. He liked how [Y/N] took the time to guide his movements. Something he hasn’t had in a very long while. [Y/N] smiles, taking his larger hand into theirs and squeezing reassuringly.
“Let me take you home, doll. It’s getting late.”
[Y/N] tells him their address softly. “I hope you don’t come murder me, now.”
“I’d never murder a sexy thing like you.”
“You just want the full experience, huh?”
“Can’t hate me for it. Everything else has been good, you can’t deny it.”
“Never would.” They stop in front of an apartment building, standing awkwardly. “I’ll be seeing you,” [Y/N] says sweetly and reaching up to kiss his cheek.
Dabi nods, smiling slightly. He watches [Y/N] ascend the stairs and disappear out of view.
THE FINAL VISIT
Dabi’s sitting on the bench where he and [Y/N] were those couple of weeks ago, mindlessly swiping on his phone. He’s got a message from Giran that reads Got someone I’d like you to meet. He’s not excited, but whatever, if it gets him closer to his goals he could deal.
“Hey, stranger,” he feels something kick his boot. Dabi looks up, ready to burn the person to a crisp until his eyes meet familiar [eye color] ones.
“Oh, it’s you,” Dabi mumbles. He sits up a bit straighter and makes room for them.
“It’s me,” they smile, sitting next to him. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I’ve been busy.” Flaming people, he adds in his head.
“Wanna go for a drink? It’s happy hour.”
“Nothing better to do now,” he says.
“Not too busy for lil ol’ me?”
“How could I resist someone like you?”
“Ha. You can’t.” [Y/N] sticks their tongue out and the two make their way over to the bar. Dabi pays for the both of them and they sit at a booth watching the crowd.
[Y/N] leans into the heat of Dabi’s chest and he fights to get his heart under control. “How’s your quest going?”
“It’s fine. A little closer, as of twenty minutes ago, actually. Still stuck in the same loop?”
“Well that’s good. And sort of, though I think it’s about to change. I’ve got an interview tomorrow. I’m just hoping it’ll go well.”
“I’m sure you’ll do great, sweetheart.”
“Thank you.”
“How ‘bout some good luck sex?” Dabi waggles his eyebrows. [Y/N] giggles.
“Missed me that much, huh?”
“Sure, if you wanna think that,” he shrugs, trying to hide his blush into a cough.
[Y/N] pulls his face towards them and plants a sweet kiss on his lips. “Since you asked nicely.” Dabi gives them a questioning look. “I like the texture.”
“Not the only thing that’s textured,” he says huskily.
“Something new? Show me.” Dabi takes their hand and leads them into the dusk. The sun is disappearing behind tall buildings, clouds orange and pink and beautiful.
“Let’s go to my apartment,” [Y/N] says, “you remember where it is, right?”
“Yeah. Be careful when you invite strange men into your house,” he chides as they walk briskly down the street.
“Don’t be a stranger, then. Besides, somehow if I was in trouble, I think you’d know.”
Dabi hums. He’d like to think that, but with his crazy life, he could be out across the country. [Y/N] and Dabi finally stumble up the stairs and they jam the key into the lock, and turn it so it clicks open. They’ve almost got it open when Dabi huffs and pushes them into the room roughly. “You’re being too slow.”
“C’mon, at least let me lock the door.”
“Doll, if any sorry son of a bitch decided to come in, I’d first let them watch us and then burn them to a crisp,” he growls. And much more softly, “you’re safe with me.”
Dabi reaches down to grab their waist and pull them closer, while[Y/N] wraps their arms around his neck. They trade heavy kisses for a while, his tongue poking into their mouth and running along the teeth. [Y/N] leads him backwards to where he can only assume is where the bedroom is.
Their room is messily made and he bounces on the bed a bit when he’s pushed down onto it. [Y/N] climbs onto his lap and he bites at the expanse of skin between their neck and shoulder. They trace fingers along his rough skin, the staples, and lastly, cup his cheek. “Purple is my favorite color,” [Y/N] whispers before pulling their top off.
“Cheesy,” is all Dabi says, shrugging his coat off and pulling his shirt off. Slowly, his hands reach up to cup the soft flesh under their bra, rolling the nipples between his fingers. [Y/N] reaches behind to unclasp the hooks there.
“What happened to you?” [Y/N] asks as more of his flesh is revealed.
“My quirk. It’s not too good on my body.”
“Wish I could heal them like Katara.”
“Like, Avatar?”
“Duh,” [Y/N] lifts a hand and summons a floating ball of water.
“Water is soothing on them,” he says, watching it swirl and lap around. [Y/N] smiles, bringing it to his upper chest and softly pushing it through the grooves of skin. Dabi’s eyes close in appreciation and he flips them over so he’s hovering over their frame. He leans down, kissing everywhere he can manage: tummy, chest, neck. [Y/N] giggles. He makes his way down to their hips and slowly undoes the jean button and unzips the zipper. [Y/N] squirms to help him pull their pants down, and he tosses them somewhere behind him.
He breathes in their scent, leaving a soft kiss on their underwear. He removes those too. It’s his first time seeing this in person, and he’s amazed that he's even got this far. Is this how [Y/N] felt when they saw his member? It’s straining against his own jeans.
[Y/N] pets his hair. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
“I want to.” He tentatively gives a kitten lick up the slit, and [Y/N] shivers at the sensation. He sucks at the bundle of nerves there and grips their hips. His hot mouth attaches to them, tongue swiping out to explore the area there.
He eats them out like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have, and it quickly is becoming his favorite activity. [Y/N]’s reactions are the best, and he likes how warm their thighs are around his ears.
They moan out his name softly. “I want to feel you inside me already. Please.”
“You’ll have to wait, sweetheart. I want you cumming around my tongue.” [Y/N] makes a muffled sound into a pillow in almost disagreement. He continues his ministrations until wetness floods his mouth. It tastes much stronger than when he sucked his own fingers that time. He purrs in pleasure.
[Y/N]’s coming down from their high and he stands up at the end of the bed to take his pants off. “I’m a little different than when you last saw me.”
“Oh?”
He steps out of his boxer briefs and his cock bounces out. [Y/N] scrutinizes him closely. “Oh! You’ve got piercings!” They scoot to the end of the bed and reach a hand out to feel the barbell piercings.
Five in total. “Did those hurt a lot?”
“Didn’t feel amazing,” he deadpans.
“They’re cool, Dabi. You sure they’re healed up?”
“Yeah, baby.” [Y/N] leans back onto the bed, and he swears they look like an angel posed just for him. He’s hovering above them once again and they stare into each other’s eyes.
“I’m ready for you. Whenever you are,” [Y/N] says sweetly. He could melt at their consideration, and he nuzzles his face into their neck to show his appreciation.
He holds himself with his right hand and presses the tip against them. Slowly, he pushes in, warmth enveloping him in a delicious way. He bites his lip to suppress any embarrassing sounds that he could make. [Y/N] feels full in the best way, the piercings feeling odd, but not unenjoyable as they rub against their walls. They both adjust to each other, and soon enough, [Y/N] gives the okay that he can move.
He does, his hips moving slowly as he balances on his forearms. They’re both lost in the feeling of each other, and it’s beautiful and wonderful and amazing. [Y/N] brings his face down to share a sweet kiss.
“Is this good for you?”
“Yes, Dabi. You’re doing good. Making me feel so good. Ahh...your piercings feel so interesting. I’m not hating it at all, though.” Dabi blushes at the praise. “You can go faster.”
“Yeah? Can we try different positions?”
“Whatever you want, baby. We’re both in it together.”
Dabi nods, flipping them so [Y/N]’s seated on top of him. They look so poised up there, for a dick in them.
“Interesting choice,” [Y/N] laughs, rolling their hips and slamming down on him. Dabi’s head thrashes to the side and he lets out a groan. [Y/N] takes the reins, planting their hands on his chest and moving their body up and down. His hands reach up to hold their breasts, and he’s enamored how they move with the rest of them. He thrusts up experimentally and [Y/N] lets out a sound of their own.
“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you. C’mon, [Y/N].”
“Hnng,” they whimper in response as he hits a particularly nice spot. [Y/N] falls to his chest and he wraps his arms around them.
“I’ll take over now,” he says, gripping their hips and pounding into them harder, his primal instincts taking over his brain. The sounds of their moans and skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room. [Y/N] chants his name like a prayer, and he loves how it rolls off of their tongue, especially since they’re filled with pleasure because of him. He feels them tighten around his cock and he almost cums right then and there.
“Dabi,” [Y/N] sighs. “Fill me up. I wanna feel you.”
“Baby, I’m as close as I can get.”
“Wanna feel you,” they mumble incoherently. [Y/N]’s eyes roll back, and their mouth opens in a pant. “Cumming...Dabi…cum with me...”
He feels the familiar tightening in his balls and he coaxes [Y/N] to hold out a bit.
“I can’t...I’m…Dabi…” [Y/N] squeaks as they both climax together. He languidly thrusts, enjoying the feeling of [Y/N]’s pussy milking him. He’s cum so much it’s leaking out and falling to the sheets in a puddle.
They allow their sticky bodies to just lay and be content in the afterglow of post-sex. Dabi pulls out slowly and holds [Y/N] in his arms.
“I’m glad you were my first,” he whispers.
“Cheesy,” [Y/N] giggles, turning around to grab their hydro off the nightstand. They take a long sip and offer some to Dabi, too. He drinks and [Y/N] lays their head back on his chest. “Can we just stay like this?”
Dabi just kisses them on the forehead and they both drift off to sleep.
Maybe the best sleep he’s had in a while.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” [Y/N] pokes his nose. Dabi grumbles out something unintelligible and opens his bleary eyes. [Y/N]’s standing over him in a blue sweatshirt that comes down to their thighs. “I’ve got breakfast for you. And there’s some sweats in the bathroom if you wanna wear ‘em.”
He nods and watches them walk out of the room. He finds the bathroom without much trouble and stands in front of the toilet. After yawning, he pulls on the sweats that are folded there. Dabi wonders if they’re an ex’s or what the deal is. He stumbles into the living room and [Y/N]’s sitting on the couch holding a plate above their lap. There’s one on the coffee table for him as well.
“Wanna watch anything?”
“Sure,” he says, plopping down next to them and inspecting the food.
“It’s just an omelet. I don’t have any poison, if that’s what you’re wondering.” [Y/N] clicks on the Netflix icon and pulls up a random movie.
“Thanks.”
Is this what he deserves? Soft mornings like these? He fights a smile that wants to bubble up. In this moment, he decides he’s found one person he’s been looking for. If Giran wants him to meet who he thinks it is, he’ll have to be much more careful, for [Y/N]’s sake.
But maybe that’s worth it when he can hear [Y/N]’s sweet laugh filter through his ears.
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MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS. | S.GOJO + R.SUKUNA.
ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: babysitting ryomen sukuna’s son, yuuji, has its perks— money comes easy and he lets you do whatever the hell you want…including fucking your boyfriend on duty. that’s only, of course, if you let him join in.
ʚ♡ɞ PAIRING: satoru gojo, ryomen sukuna x fem!reader.
ʚ♡ɞ WC: 3.2K.
ʚ♡ɞ RATED: mature, 18+, mdni.
ʚ♡ɞ GENRE: college!au, babysitter!au, smut.
ʚ♡ɞ CW: please read ! heavy smut, ( characters aged to twenties ), age gap, sukuna is in his fourties, reader and gojo are twenty-one, dom!sukuna, dom!gojo, heavy!degredation, daddy!kink, slight!cucking, dub-con, threesomes, oral sex ( female recieving ), impact play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, double penetration ( kinda ), unprotected sex, creampie.
ʚ♡ɞ A/N: happy friday my lovelies!! i’m back with another wonderful commission from @pan-cakez who has allowed me to post!! this is my first time writing a full fic for JJK and it was super fun, so i hope you all enjoy!!
ʚ♡ɞ masterlist | requests | kofi
babysitting yuuji itadori was easy money.
he was a good kid, well behaved and full of energy—it had taken you years to nail a solid bedtime routine for him, although with him starting highschool…you had little need for silly cartoons and a warm glass of turmeric milk before bed. so babysitting him was easy money especially for a college student— all you had to do was keep him fed and make sure he’d done his homework.
the kid was practically old enough to take care of himself but you already knew why his father, ryomen sukuna, had kept you around for this long.
sukuna was a dilf by all possible standards, a silver fox with a charming personality and cheeky quips that would have filled your tummy with butterflies if you weren’t already dating someone. you knew that whenever yuuji was dropped off at school, all parents stood a little straighter and smiled a little brighter to get sukuna’s attention.
not only was he built to the level of gods, bulking out any t-shirts he wore with a jawline that could cut gems rarer than diamonds— ryomen sukuna was the best boss you could ever ask for. he paid well, more than a sitter should probably earn, left money for food and sometimes booze if yuuji had an early bedtime. sukuna let you have whoever you wanted over, never a need to ask permission.
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Day 4 | Sukuna Ryomen | kinktober 2021
kinktober 2021 masterlist
4th October - Voyeurism
paring: ryomen sukuna x f!reader (x satoru gojo)
summary: you and sukuna had been seeing each other for a while but decided to keep it a secret from the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers.
until sukuna see’s gojo eyeing you, that’s when he decides he doesn’t want to keep it a secret anymore
words: 4.4k
a/n: doesnt follow the canon of the show, sukuna and itadori are separated.
warnings: no spoilers, 18+, smut, (unaware)voyeurism, unprotected, possessive and toxic sukuna, alcohol
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The beat of the music thumped the air around you, it was so loud that you could feel the bass of the song in your chest.
Of course Gojo would rent an entire nightclub for Halloween, anything to flex his bank account on everyone.
He even put a large tab behind the bar - large hardly described how much it really was, you and Nobara figured out that everyone would have to order around 43 cocktails each until it even came close to running out.
Unfortunately, some people had taken that as a personal challenge. Ryomen Sukuna was people.
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Hey! Could you do some reationship headcanons for tomura, toya and hawks?? it's okay if not!
why would I say no to my top 3 bnha boyfriends?
Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x reader | Touya Todoroki x fem!reader | Hawks x reader.
Relationship headcanons
TOMURA SHIGARAKI
contrary to what ya'll may think, he's actually pretty sweet.
we have seen how Tomura does care for those who are close to him multiple times.
and you are the closest person to him.
he really wants to pull some semblance of a man for you, in fact, he knows damn well that when it comes to you, he becomes Tenko again.
he feels like a child who wants to do things right, and even though he hated that you were able to do that to him at first, he is glad about it now.
if it weren't for you, he would have lost himself completely a long time ago.
he does not want you to have anything to do with the league. At all. He knows that would put you at risk and that's the last thing he would ever do.
does he misses you when he's gone for too long? more than anything. Being with you makes him feel good in every sense. And he never thought he could be able to feel good again.
but even though he misses you, he doesn't really care, because he knows it's for your own good.
besides, missing each other for a long time makes reunions way better.
you have a nice, normal life. He loves that about you. You are the type of person who goes to work, arrives home and opens a bottle of wine while you watch a movie. It's the most ordinary thing ever but, to him, it's extraordinary.
no running away, or fighting. Just you, living a peaceful life; and he has no idea what the fuck could be so interesting about him for someone as perfect as you to love him so much.
so he tells himself that maybe you aren't that perfect. Maybe you are a bit crazy.
when he's not with the league, he's with you.
he loves to put his head on your chest while cuddling. It makes him feel safe, and loved.
another thing he loves is to take a bath with you. You sitting between his legs while he washes you hair and presses kisses to your neck.
at least then, he can pretend that he isn't a monster.
he touches you as if you were made out of glass, but it's mostly because he doesn't want to hurt you.
he is constantly scared that he might decay you, so he never ever ever takes his gloves off when he's with you.
but he also hates to not be able to feel your skin, so he got himself a pair of gloves that only cover two of his fingers and allow him to run his thumb through your face.
he kisses you All. The. Time. His favourite place to kiss are your cheeks and your neck.
he likes to do things for you. He wants to be as much of a normal boyfriend as he can. He always remembers special dates, probably better than you.
you are his whole world. The person he loves the most. He would literally do anything you asked him.
the only example of a relationship he ever had, were his parents. And he definitely doesn't want to treat you like his dad treated his mom.
he never shoves your opinion aside. What you have to say is just as important as whatever he has to say. or more.
if he's honest with himself, he would leave the league for you. You just have to ask, but he knows you never will.
AFO and the league don't know about you (or so he thinks). He is afraid that they might think that you are a distraction and hurt you, so you are his secret.
he also knows that you are his only weakness, so it's imperative that none of his enemies can track you down, which is why he makes sure you change your location at least once a year.
don't worry, he is the one who carries all the boxes and he also helps you pack your things.
you two watch movies while cuddling all the time.
whenever he has money, he spends it on you. Like I said, he wants to be a normal boyfriend, so he buys you things from time to time because he knows you hate it when he steals.
you are the only person he has ever told about his family. And he lets you call him Tenko.
normally, he would think the name is disgusting. But when you say it, he feels as if you really knew him, as if you could truly see him.
no nicknames, just your name said with a loving tone.
there are some bad days, where he feels like is selfish of him to be with you because he knows you could do so much better, but he also can't let you go.
he is a jealous man. Not possesive though. Again, he had a great example of a toxic relationship while growing up and he doesn't want to be like that.
but he internally screams everytime a man even dares to look at you.
and oh boy, if they flirt with you... The only reason he won't decay them on the spot is because he doesn't want to scare you but he will beat the shit out of that man. Or at least try to.
he had some trouble saying "I love you." Not beacuse he didn't feel it, but because he had a hard time recognizing that feeling. The first time he said it was pretty caothic.
the heroes were hunting him down and he was getting ready to leave your apartment, while you were begging him to let you follow him and he kept saying no.
at the time, you thought he didn't want to let you go because he was being a little bitch, so you snapped at him.
"(y/n), I won't let you come because I love you!"
you didn't know if you should slap him for the way he yelled at you and how strongly he had grabbed your shoulders or kiss him.
you kissed him.
after that day, he didn't have any problem with saying how much he loved you at all.
he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He already feels guilty enough about the fact that he can't take you out to dinner, or meet your parents, so he tries to be the best version of himself he can for you.
he truly believes you are the best thing that has ever happened to him and he wants the best for you. If there came the day when the best for you is for him to leave, he will. Even if it tears him apart.
TOUYA TODOROKI
oh boy...
dating Touya is like dating one of those bad boys with motorcycles that were the love interest in every 60s movie.
he acts like a complete fuckboy but he actually only has eyes for you.
sometimes you truly believe that he might not know your name because he only ever regards you as "doll", "gorgeous" and "sexy."
in fact, you have never heard him call you beautiful. That word doesn't exist for him. He only knows "sexy"
you are wearing a new dress? "You look so sexy, doll."
you are cooking something? "What are you making for us, sexy?"
Heck, you could be wearing a plastic bag and be covered in mud and he would be like "sexy."
it's just his way of saying you are beautiful.
everything about being with him is just so hot.
never one boring day.
he still flirts with you as if he was still trying to impress you. "Damn doll, have mercy on me. I only have one heart."
sometimes he might act as if you were just some one-night stand but you quickly shove that thought away when you catch him looking at you as a man who spent months in the desert and has finally found an oasis.
he smells like cigarette smoke and cologne. and whiskey.
his kisses are always very passionate and he's quite handsy, he usually grabs your ass while kissing you.
he is a fucking jackass who doesn't deserve you and he knows it damn well, in fact, that was a huge problem at the beggining of your relationship.
he used to flirt with you non-stop before ya'll were a thing so it took you a while to take him seriously. You thought he just wanted to get under your skirt at first.
and when you started to fall for him, he got scared.
he thought he would never be able to pull it off. Not with you. You were not like him, your family loved you, you had friends and a job and he had absoulutely nothing he could give you. Hell, he didn't even have any money to ask you out on a date.
so when he saw that you had started to see him in another light, his first instinct was to protect you from himself.
he avoided you for a while. It was the right thing... Right?
he couldn't get you off his mind. He missed you so much, it hurt.
so he gave up and decided to see you again. He was an awful, selfish man. A villain. This was the type of thing a scumbag like him would do.
but when you saw him, you were furious. He disappeared and now he came back as if nothing had happened? What an asshole.
You were screaming at him, punching his chest, pushing him away, and right at that moment, he decided it would be a good idea to kiss you.
and since you don't have strength of will, you let him. That's how it all started.
there was an occasion in which he came home totally wounded. You were very scared for him and while you were tending to his wounds, you coulnd't help the tears that ran down your cheeks.
Touya wiped the tears away as he pulled you into his chest despite how much it hurt.
"I'm so sorry Touya, you are the one who is in pain, and yet, you have to comfort me."
he stared at you for 10 long seconds as he held your face before saying it for the very first time.
"god, (y/n). I love you so fucking much."
you helped him grow as a person, you encourage him to reunite with his siblings and he knows that you do it for him, because you want him to have a family besides you; because you want him to be better. Maybe one day he will follow your advice. Not anytime soon tho.
he usually wakes up before you and prepares a cup of coffee for both of you.
random fact, but he loooves it when you ask him for help when you need to put on a dress.
the type of boyfriend that is always on your side during any argument with someone else, even if you are in the wrong. When he doesn't agree, he'll wait till you are alone to tell you, but never infront of someone else.
sometimes, a tiny bit of his brain tells him that you would have loved him more if he had become a hero. He thinks about how honorable that would have been in the eyes of society, and how vile it is that you have to hide the fact that you are together.
once, he was having a crisis while thinking about that and told you that he would stop it all if you asked him to. No more vengeful plans or crimes. Just you and him.
but you feared that he could regret it later, so you asked him for just one thing. No more lost lives. Not even his father's. If he wanted to make him pay, he would have to find another way to do so.
he agreed, and he has kept his promise.
he really wants to be deserving of you. He doesn't want to hide forever. Touya knows that he can't just be a good man all of a sudden and act as if nothing happened or avoid consequences, but he doesn't want to add more things to the list either.
because even if he denies it to himself, he started regretting many of his decisions the moment he met you.
this man slaps your ass as if he got payed to do it.
he does it even infront of others, which is incredibly embarrasing.
you do know the league, but much like Shigaraki, he tries to keep you as far from all of that as possible.
he makes the filthiest remarks ever. He likes to whisper them to your ear to make you all flustered.
Can't. Sleep. Without you. He just can't. A lot of things weight on his mind and the only way he can feel at ease, is with you.
once you said he looked cute with his morning hair and now he ruffles it intentionally when he wakes up.
sometimes he wishes he could introduce you to Rei. He knows she would like you.
whenever you get your period, he uses his quirk to help you with cramps.
he randomly lifts you up over his shoulder and spins you around. As if you were a kid. He mostly does this when you are mad at him. You might think that he's to scrawny for that but this boy has strong arms.
sometimes he sings you songs his mother used to sing to him when you have nightmares.
this man loves to dance so he randomly puts some music on and starts dancing with you around the house.
he can be romantic when he tries. Buying you flowers when he can, or bringing you dinner so that you don't have to cook.
overall, he loves you more than anything in the whole world. He might not say it often, but it's not necessary.
his whole being belongs to you and it always will, even if one day you decide you don't want him anymore.
KEIGO TAKAMI / HAWKS (slight spoilers from the manga)
all right, this man is perfect. literally perfect.
he is exactly the type of boyfriend every girl wants. Handsome, famous, sweet, talented, strong... What else do you want?
Keigo's world rotates around you.
it may not look like it but he is a very lonely man. His mother doesn't care about him and he doesn't have many friends.
so when you come around, and show him all of this affection, he is stunned.
he's got you very spoiled. Bought a nice house for both of you with a big garden because you told him you loved flowers. He comes home with random gifts from time to time even though there's nothing to celebrate. "We're celebrating that we found each other, dove."
he constantly escapes from his job to see you.
he is a little bit paranoid when it comes to your safety. Always scared that someone might target you to hurt him.
your relationship is public, after all. It would have been impossible to keep it a secret when the media is constantly inquiring on the number 2 hero.
and of course, you are the most hated woman on the country.
and you don't give a damn.
he is the most affectionate man alive. Always hugging you, kissing you, telling you how much he loves you...
so many dirty jokes.
his whole motivation as a hero is to create a better world for you, and who knows? Maybe for your future kids.
I think I mentioned this somewhere before, but he wants you to be proud of him, to be deserving of you.
he likes to take you in his arms and fly over the city with you, although he doesn't do it often because he doesn't like you to be seen with him for your own safety.
very clingy.
he sleeps all night long while holding you. And you won't be able to break free unless he allows it.
the only thing he thinks about when he's at work is you. How long will it take for him to go home?
as soon as he passes the door, he flies runs towards the couch, opening his arms towards you. He won't take a no for an answer.
he can also be very serious sometimes though. Specially when he has rough days at work. He lays his head on your legs as he rants about everything.
you are the only person he takes advice from, and the only one he asks.
you worry so much about him and he knows he should feel guilty but he actually thinks it's so cute.
with one exception.
after his fight with Dabi, you were terrified. You had never seen him that injured and you honestly thought he wouldn't make it.
the first thing he did when he woke up, was to ask where you were. He couldn't even speak but he somehow managed to ask about you. He thought the league might have wanted to make him pay using you.
and then you entered the room... And you looked so terrible. He couldn't see himself but he genuinely thought that you probably looked worse.
that was the first time he felt incredibly guilty. You didn't deserve this.
still, he was mostly relieved to see that no one had gone after you. He could never forgive himself if you ended up hurt because of him.
he became way more private about your relationship since then. The media even stated for some time that he had broke up with you.
he is a total gentleman.
he opens the door for you every damn time. In your own house.
never lets you carry anything.
he knows perfectly well which ingredients you use the most, so he places them in a way that they are within your reach in case he's not home to reach them for you. He mainly doesn't want you to get on a chair or something like that because you could fall.
you love to have long conversations with him. He's a great listener and a very uderstanding man.
romantic dates are his thing.
he may avoid going out with you too often but that's why he bought you two that house with the beautiful garden.
he prepares a beautiful set-up whenever he has free days just for you two.
not a great cooker but he tries or ends up buying something in your favourite restaurant.
your parents love him.
your mom thinks he is so sweet and handsome. She actually calls him handsome all the time. You tried to stop her at first since you thought it was embarrassing but you can tell that he loves it. It boosts his ego.
your dad respects him. He is grateful that he takes care of you and treats you right.
you are Keigo's favourite person, so you are the first being he calls everytime he has news to share, or anything, really.
all of those classified matters that he is told not to share end up in your ears at the end of the day.
he mostly does it so that you don't worry too much. He thinks you'll be calmer if you know what's going on.
arguments are pretty rare and they only happen when he works to much or puts himself at risk, but even if he was in the right, he always apologizes first. He never lets you go to sleep being angry with him.
you are his top priority and he would do anything to keep you safe.
pls just give this man a hug, he loves you so, so much.
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NSFW Headcanon (18+)
Pairing: Dabi x Reader 💙
Aight, but imagine riding Dabi who's handcuffed to the headboard. He's got his head thrown back and he lets out the filthiest the moan, so obscene that it should be illegal. He looks so fucking sexy that you get your phone to take a video to capture the moment, and the second he notices he says something like:
"Fuck yeah sweetheart, make me your porn star."
Good God I would let this man break my back, I kid you not 🥵
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Curiosity - Dabi x Reader (Smut)
Summary: You had always been curious about the rows of staples that Dabi had on the palms of his hands, more particularly... how he pleasured himself.
Warnings: NSFW. Masturbation. Handjob. Mention of his staples. Shameless dick print. Dabi being a tease.
Word count: 3k
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Yeah She Bad Ain’t She
Why would I wanna keep her to myself
Dabi x Reader x Hawks
Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.
Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho
WC: 1794
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The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.
“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”
“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.
“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.
“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.
“Every Thursday!”
“What are we watching tonight?”
“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”
“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.
About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.
“What, I’m not doing anything at all.”
“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, [Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.
“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”
“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”
Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.
“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”
“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.
“This is free entertainment right here.”
[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”
“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.
“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.
“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.
“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”
By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.
“How are y’all so casual about this?!”
“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.
“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.
“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.
“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.
You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].
[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.
Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.
But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.
And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.
Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”
“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.
You so want to. Badly.
“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”
“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.
One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”
“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.
You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.
“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.
“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.
[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.
“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.
“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.
“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.
You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.
He’s got a tongue piercing.
How many piercings does this dude even have?
You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.
“Wanna feel their pussy?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Just because you’re new I’ll
let you.” Is this a trick?
You so want to.
[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”
“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”
“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.
“Do it!” you hear.
Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.
You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.
Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.
Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.
[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.
Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.
“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”
“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”
“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.
“You want me to?” you ask.
“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”
You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.
“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.
You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.
“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”
“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.
“Good show!” Twice says.
“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.
“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.
“I’m just really invested.”
“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.
“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.
“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.
“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.
You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.
Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.
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FULL CIRCLE
» pairing: dabi x fem!reader
» contains: poc!reader, soft Dabi, implied/referenced domestic abuse, implied/referenced child abuse, handjobs, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex. 18+, minors DNI.
» a/n: a commission for @xshinigamikittenx. Thanks so much for the fun idea! And please note there are some specific descriptions of reader since it was a comm.
» wc: 6.9k
» AO3 Mirror
“Before we get started, we have a new member joining us today. Would you like to introduce yourself, Touya?”
You hadn’t noticed the stranger sitting three seats away from you, not when you try to pay as little attention as possible during this court-ordered charade that passes for healing. But those words draw your attention to the therapist, an older woman greying at the temples, and when you follow her gaze it’s hard to imagine how you could have missed the newcomer, with his jet-black hair and ruined jaw and face full of metal. You wonder if the piercings were there before the scars, or if they’re meant to draw attention from them.
“It’s Dabi,” he says flatly, and it’s then you see there are scars under his eyes, too, ones that could pass for nothing more than the aftermath of exhaustion without careful examination. You didn’t see them for what they really were until that purple-ish skin was crinkling in displeasure.
“Okay, Dabi, would you care to introduce yourself to the group?”
“I just did, didn’t I?”
You laugh as the placating smile slips from the group leader’s face. It’s a small sound, no more than the start of a chuckle quickly covered with a feigned cough, but it’s enough to draw a quick, curious glance from him.
That’s the first time those turquoise eyes land on you.
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[1:04 AM]— DABI
Dabi freezes as he notices a shadow move around the corner, rage bubbling inside of him. But he also feels something different, something new.
Fear.
Fear that you're in danger, that you're being targeted, that you're hurt. He's not used to it, not accustomed to the way something in his heart does a squeeze at the thought that someone's here, someone's where you are, and it's not him. And if it were him half a year ago, he'd scoff, he'd turn around and march out of your apartment, march right out of your life.
He'd assume you've simply betrayed him and he'd build walls higher than sky-high, he'd reinforce yet another lock to his heart.
But now, now he has faith—a fickle thing, really. Faith is nothing but hope in disguise, an excuse for most to garner some form of reassurance. And Dabi does not hope, nor does he have faith, and under no circumstances does he ever need reassurance, but you've got to him.
You make him have faith in you, and he hates it, but he hates not having it more.
Which is why he's going to incinerate the unwise intruder who dared step foot into your apartment. He quietly takes a few steps forward, rounding the corner with his hand held up, ready for his flames to burst any second.
Without warning, the figure jumps at him, lunging from a corner, a lamp in hand ready to swing at his head. His palm erupts in flames, and he's this close to striking, but he notices something all too quickly.
It's you.
And as quickly as his flames come, they go. Unfortunately for Dabi, your reflexes aren't as quick, and the lamp comes into contact with his shoulder as he swerves to the side.
"Ow, what the fuck? What's wrong with you," he growls. Standing in shock that the person before you is in fact not a killer, and is indeed your very much missed boyfriend, you gasp happily.
"Dabi! You're back," you grin. Instantly, you latch onto his arm, looking into his eyes with an excited gleam in yours. He scoffs.
"You just attacked me," he grumbles, rubbing his shoulders. "'M leaving again." Pouting, your arms wrap around his midsection. You pretend you don't feel the bandages through his shirt, pretend to rub his back with your palm. He and you both know you're feeling him up to see how far the bandages go, but neither of you says anything.
"Stop being a dick."
"You hit me with a lamp," he hisses. His arm snakes around your waist though, and the familiar contrast of blazing skin and cool staples makes you relax against his chest. You place a delicate kiss, one that falls right in between healthy and charred skin. You never fail to do this, and he never fails to notice.
"You almost melted my face," you counter.
"Well, I stopped on time. I thought your dumbass was a killer."
"Well, I thought your dumbass was a killer too, you're not supposed to be back for—wait a second! Aww, baby, you got worried," you coo, smooshing his cheeks together. Growling, he shoves you off.
Truth be told, he was worried. He was so worried. Dabi's never been this worried over something in a long time—and under the rage, the pure unadulterated anger that came with the thought that someone was trying to hurt you, there was a helplessness he wasn't used to. Dabi stuck to the shadows and he stayed alone, but you were his exception.
"No, I didn't," he mutters. Turning, he walks to the bathroom with you following pursuit, watching as you grab a washcloth and a bucket without him saying anything. "Thought someone found me is all," he shrugs.
"Sure," you tease, watching as he strips himself of his shirt. There are faint traces of blood under the bandages, his skin is tender and irritated, and his staples look a little swollen. He notices the way your face drops.
"It's not as bad as it looks, doll," he offers a tight smile. But you sigh, cupping his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours. He presses his forehead to yours instantly, like a force of habit.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" And he knows half a year ago he'd lie through his teeth, but today he simply closes his eyes, gripping your waist tightly and nodding slowly.
"Yeah." He lets you kiss his cheek, and his nose, and his lips, and he lets you fill the bucket with cold water, dipping the rag in to press to his scalded skin, carefully trying to soothe it as best as you could.
"You should know better than to let yourself get this overheated," you chide. Despite the grimace he gives in pain, he also gives you a signature smirk.
"Looks like you're worried too." This time, you scoff.
"As if. I'm not worried about you. Don't even know you, what's your name again?" you grin, a playful glint in your eye that eases his mind fully for the first time in days.
"You were screaming it—"
"Finish that sentence and you're back in the streets." Dabi smiles, and it's real, soft, genuine. He cups your cheeks this time, bringing your attention back to his eyes once more.
"You wouldn't get cold with me out in the streets?"
"Nah, I got a new blanket. It's fuzzy," you grin.
"You'll kick it off like always, you fucking idiot." And he kisses you, cutting you off mid-sentence as you go to retort, ignoring the searing ache of his wounds, focusing on the softness of your lips instead.
He kisses you to tell you that he loves you, and you kiss him back to promise that you know.
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—living for the hope of it all
pairing: touya todoroki x gn!reader
word count: 4.1k
warnings: heavy angst, suicide and depressing thoughts (multiple mentions of touya not wanting to live, however, there are no graphic details regarding self-harm), down bad!touya, complete simp!touya, light smut, endeavor being a shit dad, domestic abuse/corporal punishment (not graphic, but passing mentions), mentions of bruises and burn scars, use of cigarettes, high school!au (quirks still exist tho)
a/n: i had so much fun writing this, especially as my first angst </3 this is for @tteokdoroki’s summer event, coming this summer, please check out everyone else’s works! also i wrote this while listening to august by ts on repeat so see if you can notice it in a few of the lines lol :)
please read this before reading!
There’s nothing like summer in Musutafu: taiko drums pound away through the night under soft lantern lights; fireflies linger on blades of grass, emitting a soft glow that adds a bit more to the summer heat; children run up and down the streets in excitement as school comes to an end, the rebirth of another few months of freedom.
Touya can’t help but scoff at them as he walks home.
His freedom feels like it’s being burned away into ash, little bits of it still caught on orange embers. School ending means no more excuses of projects and homework letting him slip out of the house and away from his father, his mother, and his three younger siblings who still look up at him like he’s the fucking sun. The guilt that always sits in the bottom of his stomach rises up in the summer, pushing against his chest as he perches on his chair at the dining table, his family eating in silence.
With a shove at his half-eaten plate, he mumbles the excuse of some report before padding up the steps and into his room. The lock clicks and echoes.
There’s just a week left of school. And this year, Touya graduates. Great.
He doesn’t know what he’ll do after. His father persists in him working at his office as a sidekick, but that just makes Touya want to vomit. He can barely be in the same house as him, let alone work alongside him. College is another bad option, no need to go further into that.
Touya flips onto the bed, puffing out air through his nose. At least Natsuo has some clue of what to do. Touya wishes he were him.
Leaning over to the dresser, Touya pulls the string of the lamp. The room fills with darkness, the thumps of the drums and the lights fireflies annoying him to the point where he pulls a pillow over his face.
…
“Hey, psst. Touya. What’cha doing after? Heard you might be working with your old man.”
Touya doesn’t know whether he wants to pull over his hoodie or turn around in his chair to talk to you. He never knows how to feel about you, the only person who really talks to him, the pretty girl. Half of him thinks that you’re the same as Keigo, pretty and popular and only willing to talk to losers like him for the sake of a joke.
The other, pathetic half of him thinks that you might actually like him. Ha.
Touya pulls his hood further down his face. Something hits him square in the back of his head, and he turns back to toss a glare in your direction, fire in his eyes.
“The fuck?”
You fail at hiding a smile, the corners of your lips tilting up. “What are you doing after school?”
“Don’t know. Why d’ya care?”
“We’re friends.”
Touya levels you with an incredulous look before laughing through his nose.
“C’mon, we’re friends!” You whine.
“Sure.” He turns back around, ignoring the feeling of his heart thumping wildly around his chest.
…
Graduation feels like a blur. All he remembers is his tie feeling like a noose around his neck.
He also vaguely remembers lifting his head when they called your name, watching your hair flutter behind you as you picked up your diploma. When it’s his turn, he swears he hears your pretty voice cheering his name.
…
“I care about you, Touya. This is for your own good.”
Touya closes his eyes. He wishes he were dead instead of having to feel like this, swallowed by flames and being burned alive.
…
“Touya, dear, can we talk? You know, your father just cares about you—“
“‘M heading out.”
“Oh, ah, alright!” He can hear is mother rustling her way out of the kitchen, slippers flopping against the floor. “Could you stop by the grocery store to get some eggs? I just need a carton—“
Touya slams the door on his way out.
On days like this, when the sun is hot enough to light all the leaves on fire, when not even dew sticks to blades of grass in the morning because it is just so hot, the kids stay home, locked up in air conditioned homes and cool swimming pools. Luckily for Touya, the Todoroki’s are all used to the heat, used to being lit aflame by the scorching sun.
On days like this, Touya sits on the swings at the park, letting the heat from the concrete and the beating sun soak him with enough sweat to make him stop thinking. His frost-white hair sticks to his forehead, and he wastes time wondering whether he should take his father’s offer or…
Or what? He really has no other choice. Which is why he hates thinking about it.
Which is why he usually ends up thinking about you.
Your hair, your eyes, the curve of your lips, the way your head tilts back when you laugh and the way you brush your hair back with one hand when you’re concentrating on something. When the breeze carries back his hair, he swears that he smells the sweet mango scent of your shampoo.
“Touya.”
And now, as he probably is having a heat stroke under the sun, he swears that he can hear you call his name. It’s so soft and gentle, it sounds so real.
“Touya.”
There’s a shove to his back, not hard at all, but unexpected enough that Touya slips from the swing, the sharp ends of woodchips embedding themselves into his skin and giving him splinters.
“Oh, gosh, Touya, are you alright?”
It is you, standing above him with your brows pinched together in concern and, wait, are you smirking right now?
Touya can’t believe it. “This is a dream.”
You snort before offering him a hand. “Are you on drugs?”
He grabs it and pulls himself up. “Not at the moment.”
Touya stands well above you, but he can’t help but feel like the smaller one here. You’ve always made him feel strange, butterflies resting in his stomach and something hard pressing on his chest like he can never get a full breath of air when he’s near you. But another part of him wants to swallow you up, keep you for his own, protect you from the parts of the world that fucked him over and left him like the shell of a man he is now.
Both parts scare the shit out of him, so he ignores it all. That’s the only thing he’s good at anyway.
“So.” Touya shoves his hands in his pocket, avoiding eye contact with you by choosing to glance up at the sun. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” You flounce over to the swings, pushing yourself with the balls of your feet to provide momentum. “I like coming here when I’m bored. It’s quiet.”
“It’s mine.” Touya scowls, kicking at the mulch, making sure that the spray of it hits your ankles.
You raise a brow. “You can’t own a park.”
“Watch me.”
“I’m watching.”
“Shut up.”
“Okay.”
When Touya has no comeback, you giggle, a breathless little thing that gives him goosebumps. He wants to bottle that sound just so he can listen to it again. “You’re cute.”
He almost trips over his own sneakers. “Wh-what?”
“Do you have a cigarette?”
You’re giving him whiplash with how fast you switch the conversation. Touya thinks you’re purposely messing with him, but with the way you look at him with stars in your eyes, he isn’t so sure.
“I don’t smoke.” He does. He’s a step away from needing to check into rehab.
“Don’t lie. You smell like nicotine all the time.”
“Fine.” He sits on the swing right next to yours, pulling a pack out of his pocket.
He passes a stick over to you, grabbing one for himself. He lights it easily with his quirk, pinky igniting the top of the cigarette. You watch with awe as he reaches over to set yours aflame too, a blue spark that dissolves into red embers.
“Why don’t you use your quirk that often?”
Touya stiffens. “You ask too many questions.”
“And you never really answer them.”
He sighs, letting the creaks of the swing-set fill the silence before he finds the right words. “My quirk is… double-edged. I burn with it.”
You glance over at him. It explains why he always wears hoodies and pants, even in the heat.
“Okay.” You take a long hit of your cigarette, staring up at the smoke that leaves your lips.
“Okay? That’s all you have to say?” Touya picks away at his sleeves, pinching them up his arms to cover the hideous scars. He doesn’t know why he told you about his quirk, no one knows, it’s why he would run into a bathroom stall during gym class so no one would see him change.
And yet, something inside told him to tell you. You bring out something in him, something scary, something… brave.
“Sometimes that’s all there is to say.”
And that’s how the day ends, two kids smoking on the swings while staring at the sun. The sky melts like a bright popsicle, red and pink mixing into puddles throughout the blue before stars begin to litter the expanse. It’s not all silent�� usually with you asking him stupid questions (who cares about his favorite color?) — but when it is silent, it’s soothing. It’s nothing like the silence at the Todoroki estate, it’s better, it’s warm. Not as burning as the atmosphere around his father.
The night wraps up with you jumping off your swing, cigarette crushing under your shoe before you pick it back up. “See ya around, Touya.”
Touya watches as you flick the bud into a trashcan. Your figure turns into a speck before disappearing into the darkness, leaving him to wonder if you were actually with him all day or if he was simply hallucinating.
…
Touya forgot to bring eggs home.
He goes to get them the next day, cutting through the park as a shortcut when, in reality, the park is out of his way. But maybe, just maybe, he’ll catch the faint smell of mango in the air, an indicator that you truly do exist beyond the confines of his high school.
You aren’t there.
Okay, whatever, Touya will just go about his day and grab some eggs, wonder ‘what the fuck does pasteurized mean?’, and not think about your laugh, the way you hold your cigarette between your middle and ring finger, how you like to tap your shoe to a beat that doesn’t exist. He wonders if he can hear that melody someday. He’d ask you if he wasn’t so afraid— hell, he’d do so much if he wasn’t so scared of the feelings inside of him.
Just in case, Touya walks by the park on his way home. He can’t believe his eyes when he sees you sitting on the swings, the same one as yesterday, swaying slowly with the trees.
“You stalking me now, Todoroki?”
“I think it’s you doing the stalking.”
You fake a pout. “I was here first!”
Touya’s lip twitches. “Okay.”
The entire week goes on like that— one of you arriving at the park and the other soon following, sitting on the swings and smoking cigarettes until the sun sets. You’re a whirlwind of questions, and Touya answers when he feels like it. But, pretty soon, Touya is losing hold of all his secrets— you know his hometown, his first pet, his birthday. You could probably guess all of his passwords, which should frighten Touya, but… he feels free. The butterflies that used to be in his stomach when he was around you have turned into mush. The pressing on his chest is gone— in fact, he feels like he can breathe better around you, even when surrounded by the smoke of cigarettes.
He thinks that, maybe, you can be his savior. The answer to all his problems.
…
In July, when the heat is so unbearable that the flowers on lawns begin to wilt, you invite him over.
Your mom opens the door for you two, all smiles with sparking teeth and a glow that Touya recognizes from you. “Oh, you must be Touya! I’ve heard a lot about you!”
You shake your head, pulling Touya further into your house. “No, you haven’t. We’re going to my room. Don’t bother us.”
“Do you guys need snacks? Soda? Hold on, now, there might be a few popsicles in the freezer—“
“Mom!”
When the two of you are safe in the confines of your room, Touya speaks. “Actually, I kinda want a popsicle.”
“She’s fucking crazy, especially after my dad died.” You flop onto your bed, covering your face with your hands. “She can’t believe that I brought a boy home.”
Touya wrings his fingers while looking around your room, hoping that you don’t catch him blushing. The walls are a soft pastel pink, but he can barely see them with the various posters hung up, girl and boy bands, ripped pages from the covers of magazines, photo prints of you and your friends. There’s a bookshelf too, filled to the brim with bright spines that are clearly worn down with love, opened and fully read.
He sits gently on the bed. “Your room is a mess.”
You peek between your fingers. “All you ever do is complain.”
“You’re the one who wanted to be friends with me.”
Now you’re sitting up, grinning. “So you admit that we’re friends?”
Touya has to look away, or else he’ll be stuck there, staring forever at the way the skin by your eyes creases when you smile. “Didn’t say that.”
But you’re pulling him by his arm, your touch searing through the sleeve of his sweatshirt. It burns more than the summer sun, his quirk, his father’s cruel remarks. “Come on, just admit that we’re friends.”
You’ve tugged him a bit too close, his face right up and close to yours. “I—”
He thinks he’s dying. He can’t breathe, he can’t talk— all he can see is how deep and dark your pupils are, how he can see his own reflection through them. Your hand comes up, running through his hair gently, the same way that his mom would do when he was a boy, crying after training.
“Hell, Touya.” You tease, your lips brushing against his. “Have you ever been with a girl before? You’re practically shaking.”
He is— he’s simultaneously shaking and frozen, is that even possible? You hold his face, soft palms warming his cheeks and keeping him stable.
“Fine, then.”
Touya has tried to relive the moment, to find the right words to express how he felt when your lips met his, but he can’t. It was like he changed, like he wasn’t Touya Todoroki, son of Enji and Rei Todoroki, complete and utter failure who was forced to grow up too fast and too soon. With you, he’s Touya, your friend, the boy who smells like cigarettes and cologne that he stole from the mall, the boy who sits on the swings and makes you laugh without even trying, the boy who doesn’t need to prove himself in front of you because he’s already enough.
The moment isn’t very long, a knock at your door pulling you away.
“I brought popsicles for you kids any— oh! Oh, my, am I interrupting?”
“Mom!”
…
Late at night, back in his bed, Touya’s thinking about it again, thinking about you again. He wishes he’d taken the chance to run his hand through your hair, to cup your face, to trace your jaw and cheekbones so that he can memorize the terrain of it. He falls asleep thinking about the precise shape of your lips.
…
Touya’s mother asks why he’s up early cleaning his sheets. He doesn’t respond.
…
Next two week, you’re gone. I’m visiting family in Tokyo, you had said. Don’t really want to go, but I have no reason not to. Touya wishes he could have asked you to stay, especially when he hides under his covers, pillow over his ears to cover up the sound of taiko drums.
…
It’s mid-July when Touya gets a text message, from you. His heart buzzes along with the notification: cancel your plans. we’re going 2 the beach.
He texts back: No.
why
I hate the beach.
would u rather stay at home? i’ll go by myself >.<
…
“Your car sucks.”
“You know, I don’t have to drive you.”
“Bitch.”
“Dick. I’ll push you out of my car if you don’t shut up.”
“Fine, okay.”
…
The beach wasn’t awful. It was better than the park, Touya admits. Of course, crying children wandering on the boardwalk isn’t exactly ideal, but he liked watching the waves, shades of blue cascading over each other freely to create a work of art.
“C’mon!” You’re tugging him by the wrist down towards the coast. “We can watch the sunset down by the sand!”
Sand squishes between his toes and fingers as he sits by your side, like he always does. When you move to lay down, he scoffs.
“You’ll get sand in your hair.”
And yet, he lies down next to you without a moment of hesitation. He’s not scared anymore. He’s in control.
You smirk at him. “And yet, you’re right next to me.”
“Shut up.”
The two of you are close again, just like last time, but now Touya isn’t scared frozen. He lifts his hand, ready to trace your cheeks and nose and—
“I care about you, Touya.”
He stops, frozen once again. You lift a hand to push back the white strands of his hair which cover his cheeks, but he grabs your wrist before you can even graze his skin.
“What?”
“I said I care about you, ow, Touya!”
His fingers are wrapped around yours in a death grip, his knuckles turning white as he shakes. He thinks his brain is malfunctioning, because it’s you saying it, but all he can hear is his father’s voice, booming and thundering and just seconds away from making Touya want to kill himself for being a failure, for being in so much fucking pain as he feels his skin melting away into sunset red welts.
And fuck, he can hear the taiko drums from the boardwalk, thumping that is so similar to what he hears while he’s locked in his room, the echoes of his brothers falling to the floor while his father hits and yells, the sounds of Touya’s cowardice.
He hates himself. He regrets everything.
“Touya, you’re hurting me!”
He lets go, standing up and walking back without a word, but not before catching the tears in your eyes and the red ring forming on your wrist.
He wishes he could say sorry, say something, but he needs to get away, he needs to be gone, because the only thing he’s good at is running away.
…
July slips into August like melting ice cream, a steady drip before getting sticky and slick and then you look down and it’s all gone, evaporated by the heat. It’s hot, so fucking hot, Touya can’t stand it anymore. He’s decided.
He hasn’t seen you in days. He’s been avoiding the park, your texts, anything mango-scented like it’s a disease. It’s for the best, he convinces himself, forcing himself to stay away from you.
Except, the day of the plan… he can’t go through with it without saying goodbye to you. There’s a hole in his heart— maybe it’s from something else, but he thinks it will fill up if he sees you, just once last time, just for closure.
You’re at the swings, toes scraping against the mulch, eyes tilted downwards even as Touya’s heavy shoes echo against the pavement. The sun dips below the horizon, the navy blue dominating the sky along with silver stars, the teardrops of angels. And perhaps yours, as Touya comes closer, he sees that your eyes are brimmed with crimson, puffy and dry and all his fault.
“‘M sorry.”
Silence. Cicadas chirp in the trees.
A scoff from you. “That’s all you have to say?”
Anger has always made Touya defensive. “You know nothing about what I’ve been going through, you don’t understand—“
You stand up, stomping right up to him. “I get it, Touya, you have daddy issues. So does half the world. So do I. It doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole all the time—“
“What do you know about me?” Touya’s practically growling, his palms curled into fists. He swears he can feel sparks between his fingers. “You don’t even care about me, stop pretending, it makes me sick.”
“I love you, alright?” You cry out, shoving his chest.
Touya thinks he’s about to be sick, guilt burning a hole in his stomach because it’s not fair, you’re not supposed to love a monster. He’s selfish for making you love him right when you’re about to leave, he hates himself.
“No, you don’t.” His voice lowers into a whisper, because maybe if he says it then he can convince you to not love him anymore. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” You step closer to him.
“Stop. I’m leaving.”
“No, you aren’t. I’m right here—“
“You don’t get it, please, I’m leaving.” Now he’s crying, he’s crying. All he ever wanted was someone to love him, because no one ever has, no one has ever tried to talked to him, no one has offered him popsicles or taken him to the beach or tried to make him laugh. He can’t have it now, or ever, he doesn’t deserve it, he’s convinced himself and he can never change his mind. His father has given up on him, and so has he.
You cup his face, thumbing away his tears, keeping him anchored just a little bit longer. “I love you. Please don’t go.”
Touya shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“Then just, stay with me. Just for tonight, please.”
He nods without thinking about it. “Okay.”
…
You’re tugging him now with vigor, racing to your car like two kids living like it’s the last day being alive. For Touya, it really is. He takes in everything, the precise color of your hair and skin and eyes, the texture of your palm against his. And when you pull off your shirt and peel off his, climbing over into his lap while he sits on the passenger seat, he takes in every single moment, leaves behind marks that will stay even after he’s gone.
“Touya.”
He memorizes the way you say his name, the way you moan it when he slips into you. It just sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth, the breathy lag in between the syllables giving him goosebumps. It’s almost enough to fix away the hatred he’s had for that name, the name that was always spit out of his father’s mouth in disgust.
Almost.
It’s embarrassing to say that he cried during sex, but it’s a lot less awkward because you cried too, your tears mixing with his as the two of you kiss and press your foreheads together. Maybe it’s the pain, the pleasure, a combination of both, but mostly the former.
“Don’t leave me.” You whisper against his jaw. You say it with every touch against his skin, and he can hear it within every whimper and gasp.
He doesn’t want to answer back. He thinks it’s because he doesn’t have a good enough answer, but in reality, he’s a coward. He might as well leave you by being his fitting self.
He says: “Okay.”
A kiss on your brow and he’s gone, blending into the shadows and leaving you in your car, alone. The only way you know that everything was real is from the faint smell of cigarettes and sweat.
…
Here lies Touya Todoroki. A son, a brother, a friend.
His burial was on the hottest day of the summer, a record temperature for Japan. Touya is most definitely rolling in his grave.
You did come. Touya wasn’t quite sure that you would, but you did after the ceremony had ended. Not empty-handed either, a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other.
“Hey, Touya.” You whisper, dipping down to lay the roses on the dirt, the box of cigarettes to, but not before taking one out for yourself.
The end of summer always feels like a funeral. There’s still time to enjoy, but everyone is too busy mourning with September slowly creeping in. As you place the stick between your teeth, you wish that it ended faster. You aren’t sure if it refers to the summer or him.
You puff out the smoke, peering over at the new gravestone. It’s made of marble, courtesy of Endeavor and his wealth, perfect and completely un-Touya like. There’s a bit of smudge on the bottom of it, though— as you move to wipe it off, you notice that it’s not a smudge, it’s ash, and, wait, is that a letter C?
The nicotine must be getting to you. That must be it.
Here lies Touya Todoroki. A son, a brother, a friend.
In ash: a coward.
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