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dabisqueen · 1 year
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Have some Dragon!Dabi fodder...
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Look at his mf tail! His horns! His wings! Are you all getting excited for some monsterfucking?! 😜
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savnofilter · 21 days
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Fight For It | dabi/t. touya
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      Fantasy AU!Dabi x Bounty Hunter![FEM]Reader
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WARNING(S): sexual content, dragon hybrid!dabi, reader’s intentions for “hunting” is nothing but dubious, ego friendly fire, predator vs. prey trope, power play, barely any plot (pwp), anal, double penetration, spanking, corruption kink (?), outdoors sex, strangers -> ?.
COUNT: 4.6k words (40 mins.)
READ MORE: masterlist + [adults masterlists]
A/N: this was originally supposed to be for another character but it very much suited Dabi instead. if you can guess who this was originally for, i'll write you sum neet. 🌚 anywhom, i loveddd writing this. i had to do a lot of work shops as this has been in the vault for years, so hopefully it's readable now LOL. 😭 hope you guys enjoy!
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You check your sides and pockets ensuring that everything is ready for your travel.
This time around, dragon shifters were out and about looking for mates which meant this was the perfect time to capture one. You let out an excited breath as you pull on your boots and make your way outside of your home.
As you pass by the people in your town, you are frequently greeted due to your known status in the town. Most people jumped at the chance to have a conversation with you as there was no guarantee the next time they could. However as you got closer to the edge of the woods, the greetings slowed to a halt as the count of people started to wither out, most people avoiding the edges of the village near the forest-filled mountains. You adjust the final strap on your bag as the destination you were looking for comes into view.
Keeping an eye out for any signs of dragon shifter life, you look around the sparse but large trees that decorate the place. Many bushes, trees, and even small ponds adorned the scenery. If you happen to look close enough you could find flowers almost everywhere accompanying the organisms. Dirt and soil were also as common to come across, more so than grass in the dense part of the forest. Despite that, you continue on your quest to obtain your own little dragon. Your eyes light up as you near the bottom of the mountains and see a bigger-than-usual footstep on the floor. As if you are in no rush, you pause for a moment to squat down and pinch the dirt, fingers thumbing the soil between your forefinger and thumb before dusting it off on your pants.
One is near.
The footprint imprinted into the ground was still very fresh, the consistency too easy to grab and toy with. Surveying the scene your eyes try to find any change within the area, the need for staying on your p’s and q’s is greater than ever. You were trying to gauge what your next move should be and your indecisiveness slowing you down. You chew the inside of your lip as you start to survey the scene one last time before choosing to continue on your journey for the beast you were searching for.
Thankfully, the hybrid you were trying to find had left its footprints freely, but his marking already too cocky for your liking. Amid your busy thinking, you hear scurrying in the distance, the sound quick and heavy. You immediately whip your head around to the sound of the commotion, your hand hovering on the tip of your sword’s handle as you brace yourself for any imminent conflict. As you inch closer to the ominous spot behind the dense trees, the same noise happens in the opposite direction to the right of you. You swiftly unwield your sword and dart it towards the rapid movement, the sharp blade releasing a sharp and heavy, ‘THUNK’ as it sinks its metal into the wood.
Birds rapidly fly away in fear and other smaller animals in hiding run away in the opposite direction hoping to avoid the building tension within the vicinity. The sight of tiny strands of fur and a red liquid left swiftly in the breeze makes you wince in sympathy; accidentally hurting an unattended target was certainly not on your to-do list today. Your body is still on high alert--chest heaving as small beads of sweat accumulate on your temples, your nerves keeping you in a tense state. But unlike your anxious mood irritating you, your target was the complete opposite.
A low rumble of laughter that turns into a boisterous level prompts you to turn around and narrow your eyes at the location of the sound, eyes catching a white-haired male. You were gearing up to tell the male to fuck off before the realization hits you. The sharp teeth, horns, broad back, wild clothes -- this was the dragon you were trying to find. You watched him cautiously, keeping your eye on him as you retrieved your weapon, keeping on guard.
He lets out a few more chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he watches you point your sword toward him. “Hey no need to get defensive,” he pauses, his grin turning from playful to sly. “You humans aren’t the best at catching us most of the time.”
His words make you huff, your other hand locking on the rope that was on your hip. The white-haired male blows out a whistle, watching as your arm flexes with strong muscles and places his hands on his hips as he scans your body. You raise your brow, sheathing your sword away and revealing a grin of your own. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side lean forward interest for the conceited specimen.
“I always catch my prey. What makes you think I won’t this time?” You respond, your words cocky, a little too much for his liking at that. His nose flares at you, back straightening before his irises narrow before he scoffs lightly.
The male’s cerulean eyes dim as they watch you intently, unashamedly checking out your frame. Your nostrils flare in anger and slowly draw your sword as a warning, a playful whistle following your threatening posture. The white-haired dragon-man takes a step closer to you, his gaze not missing you step back and cower only just slightly in your stance.
He huffs, “You could barely kill that bunny.”
“I could if I wanted to,” You’re quick to retort, your body now trying to regain its firm stance, chin raising as you openly detested him. “Just like I could have your head by tomorrow if needed.”
The same laugh that first gained your attention makes a comeback, his sharp teeth on proud display as he takes this exchange as nothing more than some flirtatious banter. “How about the next time we meet, you can attempt to catch me -- and if you do, I’ll do whatever you want. Vice versa.” He holds his hand out for you to take as a sign of agreement.
You watch his large hand out stretch itself to you, a taunting offer that a part of you couldn’t proudly admit that you wanted to take. His palm is upturned in a way that teased innocent compliance, the callous on his skin showing he isn't as playful as one would think and there's no missing the sharp nails that peek from under fingertips. With a small huff, your hand relaxes from the top of the sword and you close the distance between you two, shaking his hand firmly.
“The name’s Dabi by the way.” A surprised yelp escapes your lips as he tugs you much closer than needed, you two chest-to-chest as he stares intently into your E/C eyes. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Y/N.”
Your eyes widen as he says your name, the action doing its job spooking you. You rip your hand away from his with a bit of a fight, not sure what you just have gotten yourself into. You snarl as you step back to regain the space between you two, except you made no move to be on the offense.
“Do yourself a favor and don’t hold back.” Dabi taunts, his grin matching his arrogant expression.
“Don’t plan on it.” You snort giving him one last look over as he retreats from the trees, your gaze never leaving that spot until you’re sure he’s gone. You turn around and pursue your way back to town, unbeknownst to you the pair of cerulean eyes that continued to watch your body retreat in pure animalistic hunger for you.
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Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you tirelessly think about the interaction with the arrogant male from last afternoon.
Despite being one of the most known bounty catchers in the world, the way that he—Dabi as he preferred to be called—carried himself, was in a way that left curiosity and a bit of attraction on your end. You hated the way that your chest races with excitement but then glower at the thought of him. Too many conflicting emotions plagued your psyche and you needed to end this once and for all.
The air was crisp whilst the white clouds in the sky rivaled the short puffs of air you breathed out every once in a while if you held your breath in for too long. Climbing back up the same mountain wasn’t as easy as it was yesterday with the added titillation making it feel as though your heart was about to burst out of your chest. At this point, you were starting to wonder what you truly wanted from this outcome.
‘victory. this isn’t the first attractive specimen you’ll find, and it won’t be your last.’
You thought to yourself and sigh with indignation. The designated spot was already in eyeshot and you needed to get into gear if you wanted to walk out of this with your proper title over him as his owner. Absentmindedly your hand skims over the healing wound of the tree you had accidentally sliced when you had gotten startled yester-yonder, the heavy and big footprints in the soil showing that he as well made his way over not long before you.
Movement just shy to your left has you turning in its direction, this only meaning one thing: Dabi was here.
Dabi sat minding his business, humming as he watched his surroundings and toyed with the dirt in front of him mindlessly. You unsheath your sword, adrenaline making your hands lightly tremble in excitement. You adjust the sword easily in your hand moving to swing for the kill. Subtle movement catches the corner of your eyes, the focus of your target just slipping. Before it could happen, you reel back and lunge your sword towards the correct target only to softly gasp as he's gone.
You pull your sword back with the rope that’s attached to the handle, the weapon tight in your grip as you look around closely as you make eye contact with his now familiar cerulean-blue eyes making you attack once again. It wasn’t until your second failed attempt that he started laughing at you. Just like the first time you met. You growl out in frustration, trying to find him again. You try following the laugh as you messily turn around, the uncoordinated movement making you trip over your own feet but you quickly catch yourself.
‘i bet he’s just scared! he knows that you’d just capture him and make him yours.’ you completely lie to yourself to help soothe your nerves. Even you didn't believe it and now you were starting to get more than anxious.
“Damn it! Come out and stop playing!” You yell out, rage starting to finally consume you. You kept your sword up, turning sharply at the sound of crunching behind you and was met with him not too far away from you.
His handsome face was serious, arms crossed as he watched down at you unimpressed and unmoving. You feel yourself wanting to shy away from his intimidating gaze, but remember to hold up your guard. Never had you experienced a dragon that fought back like this and it honestly had you on edge.
“You’re off your game,” The dragon grins as he steps closer towards you. You tilt your chin down as you cowardly gulp in defiance, your feet taking a step back as you try to gain more distance between you two. Unfortunately for you, fighting in the woods meant you would be caged in, just like now as he closed in on you as your back hit the large oak tree behind you.
“I can still kill you if I please.” You sneer, holding up the sharp tip of your sword to his chest, eyes boring into his. Even with your strong stance and unwavering eyes, there was no denying the slight waver in your voice as you said it.
Shit.
The dragon laughs at your pathetic threat, his body language as genuine as his prideful body language. He offers you no answer as he finds no reason to entertain it. Anger shoots through your body at his arrogance, your body shifting as much as it can to pull your arm back to aim straight for his heart, wanting nothing else but to draw blood from him right in this instant.
Your sense of urgency is what fumbles your opportunity, your attack seized as though he had seen it a mile away.
With a piercing grip, he snatches your hand as you attempt to stab him in the chest, his deft fingers squeezing your wrist in a painful grip. A cry leaves your lips as you try to keep steady, your other hand grabbing him to let go as if his life wasn’t on the line.
“Let go!” You yell at him, stubborn tears now starting to prick at your eyes. It was pitiful in the way you resorted to this as your backup plan, your behavior a clear indication that you had no idea what to do. You had walked into this duel with nothing but adrenaline, curiosity, arousal, and arrogance. Instead of conducting yourself as a seasoned veteran, you were presenting yourself as a spoiled brat. Dabi ignores your plea as he takes your fighting hand and pins it firmly against the rough tree bark behind you, the rough texture digging into your clothes and skin. You bite your lip harshly to at least spare yourself some dignity, not wanting to let the smallest amount of pain get to you.
Your hand twitches in his hold as your other goes towards the direction of your thigh and grab a small knife from its holster before promptly slicing his arm. Dabi looks down at you and scoffs as he barely observes the wound before easily gripping your free wrist once again. You let out a silent cry of protest as now both hands are caught in his stronghold.
“You think that was enough to stop me? You’ve already failed, human.” He leans down to speak in your ear, his strong voice rattling through your body making you shiver. He maneuvers his hold on your wrists so that they are caught in one hand, the other moving to grip your side before running lower and rounding your back.
You glare at him and start to struggle against his hold, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you wanted him to touch more of you. He chuckles at your sounds of distaste, promising that you’d be dead if he moved any further. He bites down on the exposed part of your neck making you moan in pain and a deep blush adorn your cheeks. His slivering hand finally grabs your ass and pulls your body closer to his. He pulls away from your neck to give himself enough room to lick up the blood that was dripping from his bite. “You’re all mine.”
Without much fight from you, he leans in and presses a harsh kiss against your lips, an all-engulfing force that has you reeling in need. You groan as your head is pushed back against the tree, your pair of lips fighting against his in an attempt to gain back the confidence you had from when you two first met. The mix of the coppery taste of your blood on your tongue adds a toxic aphrodisiac you can't place your finger on, wanting to taste more of yourself on his tongue in other ways. Your eyes lid as you two maintain eye contact through the kiss, the heat between you two ramping up as both of you have something to prove.
“Still tryna win, human? Are you gonna do whatever I tell you to?” Dabi ridicules you once he pulls away and tightly grips your jaw. The force makes your cheeks squish while your bruised lips pout. He leans in to press his lips against yours again as an open mouth kiss, his tongue invading your hot cavern and playing with your tongue. You moan into his handling, your wet muscle barely managing to put up a fight. You helplessly try to chase his lips when he pulls away, the action making him chuckle. “Turn around.”
He lets go of your hands as he allows you to move and notes the way that you slightly flinch from the harsh pressure suddenly being released. Though you quickly shrug it off, more than willing to turn around like the slut that you are. Grinning at your desperation he steps away from you to allow room to turn you around, and seizes your hands in his hold except this time behind your back when you’ve assumed the position. Dabi bends you over some and admires your curves finally up close and freely gropes at your ass. It’s shameful in the way that feeling his calloused hand grope and rub at your globes has you pressing against him, your needy action eliciting a spank from him. You whine out his name as he pulls down your pants, your juices darkening the material between your legs.
“Do you normally act this needy when you lose, hm?”
SMACK, another spank was delivered to your bum. Your eyes roll back when he gives you another and a harsher one to follow until you respond.
Your eyes prick as he taunts you, your legs trembling in need. Contrary to your own knowledge, Dabi was perfectly aware of your track record with beasts. To humans and other “dainty” species, you were known for your combat and prowess but amongst the more gritty creatures have shared more than a few whispers about your sexual endeavors. You turn your head and glare at him, tears and all as blood rushes to the skin of your bruising ass and flustered skin. Just as you were one not to lie, you deflect the implications of your winning and losing rate. “Do you normally take this long to fuck?”
SMACK.
Instead of his hand holding your hands above your head, he lets them go and lets you catch yourself against the uncomfortable tree. With one hand now placed on the side of your head, he holds you in place as he tugged down your underwear, no longer wanting to toy with what he desperately needed to claim as his. “I’m the one who won, remember?” Dabi growls as he grows impatient with your bitching, his hot hand reaching down to cup our sex and letting his two fingers rub at the sensitive nub at the top of your cunt.
The smell of your arousal was taunting him heavily. Dabi had never considered a human as his first option to fuck but you were bringing out a new side to him. The sickening thought alone made him grow impatient as he was more than ready to defile your cute body. Most humans don't fuck back, but you certainly looked like the type and that thought alone was riling him up. Evidently just from the way you were acting, you couldn't help yourself grinding back against him like that. At first glance you seemed like some brute snob, untouched and pompish. But here you were already gong-ho over some dragon dick you have yet to experience; acting so desperate and needy for him. His lips curve into a devilish grin as he marvels at the way your back arches as the arousal gets to you.
“Fuck, Dabi please.” You plead shamelessly as he slips his fingers up and down your folds to collect your slick, helping lube up your opening for his cock. He spits on his fingers to make it more slippery, not wanting to rush the prep as much as he'd love to have your pussy engulf his cock. He shushes you as he leaves his grip on your head to grab your jaw, making you look at him as he rubs at your cunt.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me prep you, pet.” He emphasizes his point by teasing at your opening with the tip of his finger then sinking his middle finger into your cunt. His cock twitches at the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around the digit as strokes the inside of your kitty carefully. He groans and leans back to look at your pussy enveloping his finger, eyes happily drinking in what he’s seeing. “Knew this pussy was hungry for this.”
Your pants are heavy, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as he continues to work it in and out of your dripping cunt. Dabi made sure to keep his hold on your jaw tight while his other got to work which allows you to brace your hands against the trunk of the tree with your hands now free. His thrusting stops to rub the outside of your lips, spreading your natural juices as lubricant and periodically brushing against your clit before his fingers are fucking themselves into you again. Your face was covered in bruises to some degree as you couldn’t help but keep your face against the tree bark -- not that you could care less, though. A wanton whimper leaves your lips feeling his hand completely leave your opening, making way to release himself from his pants.
He uses the slick from your wet cunt to help lubricate his lengths. He prods the first against your opening and groans lowly from how different the fit of your human pussy compared to other dragons. You felt your eyes burn with tears, his size bigger than you’re used to. You squirm against him only for him to command you to calm down. He spits another time as he works his hips into yours to open you up better, the action working as you produce more slick and loosen up as the moments pass. You feel his finger mix the spit and slick on your asshole, not shying away from playing with your chocolate starfish. He slips in his thumb to tease your opening, the play not phasing you one bit. It wasn't until you feel his finger enter you followed by experimental strokes is when you notice what's up. You suck in your breath, tensing up completely when his finger exits only to feel another head prod at your asshole.
You gasp from the intrusion of his second cock entering you. Your nails dig into the tree and you're consequently returned the favor as your hands sting from gripping onto it for dear life. You had never taken anything of his size in that entrance and you could tell he was enjoying the squeeze by how much he was throbbing in you. He breathes out curses into your neck, reminding you of your place and how tight you wrapped around him. Never had Dabi contemplated wanting to mate a human until now, the feeling like nothing he had felt before.
“You’re taking me so well, fuck.” Heavy and sloppy thrusts are met against your ass. The way of his thrusting signifies the animalistic side of him, the easing of his cock into you was nothing short of barbaric and drowning in pure pleasure. As he worked his hips better into yours.
It felt as though he was already accustomed to you and you loved it. The length and girth of his cock was filling a void you didn’t know you needed, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to come back from it.
“How’s it feel to be fucked by a dragon, heh,” The dragon huffs out and works more of his length into your battered pussy and ass. Your sopping cunt and tight ass was starting to take his cock easier and easier the more he fucked you. His hands bored from only holding you in place soon move to tug up your shirt and grope at your tits, hands roughly fondling your mounds as if he had no rhyme or reason.
“Da… Dabi..!” You moan out, ass and pussy still clenching tight around him. He moans enjoying how you say his name before HISSing at the fact you were almost squeezing him too tight. Dabi refused to take his eyes off the area where your bodies joined, deeply engrossed by the way his cocks disappears to the hilt as he fucked your tight holes.
“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight little pet!” He exclaims excitedly, teeth to mark up your neck once again. Dabi hums in delight, hands roughly kneading your breasts. He tugs on your nipples craving the thought of wanting to know what your nipples would taste like against his tongue. Or even if he did so choose to breed you, how full, plump and ready you’d look -- all just for him.
Your vision blurs as the only thing on your mind is to relish in the pleasure you were receiving, hips riding back against his as you chase your climax. You were nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, not giving shit about him either. The all-consuming experience was successfully eating you up and you loved every second of it. If it meant being “his” pet, then so be it.
When he hits a certain angle in your holes, you shake as ecstasy shoots through our body. Your already breathier sighs and moans from your stolen breath now deepens into loud and sluttier sounds, your orgasm finally imminent. You start to babble not wanting nothing more than to finish on this dragon’s cocks.
“Please, please, Dabi-” You mewl. “Cum, need it.” You whine as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten, the slick running down your thighs aiding in the ability of letting him thrust within you.
Dabi shushes you as he grabs both of your elbows and holds you up himself. He uses you like a pussy pocket as he starts to chase his release as well, needing to finish inside you just as much as you wanted to finish on his cocks. “Gonna breed you, s’that what you want, pet? Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck I need you to cum in me..!” You moan out, feeling your stomach coil to signify the impending orgasm that is about to hit you. Without needing any further excuse he grips your arms impossibly tight as he pummels into you, his hips bruising your backside as he drives you over the edge.
With a final thrust, he bottoms out inside you, relishing in the feeling of emptying his semen. A deep growl reverberates in Dabi’s chest as he finishes, his muscles only relaxing when he starts to empty. He holds you in place as you have no other choice but to take his stuffing, the amount so copious it starts to spill from your openings.
Dabi slowly lets you go as he pulls out, cocks flaccid and messy. He bends you over to look at your creampied holes, hands spreading your cheeks to get an unobstructed view of it. He gives your pained cheek an appreciative smack, snorting when you groan in pain at the feeling. The dragon stands back up and yanks at your hair, the unnecessary action making you whip your head around to glare at him, only to be met with a proud grin with his sharp teeth on display.
“You’re mine now, pet.”
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queenofdragons12 · 10 days
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A Night of Surrender | dabi
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"To be completely honest," you began, your claws digging into the ornate chair as you met Shigiraki's blood-red gaze head-on. The other members of the League of Villains stared at you, their curiosity palpable. "I don't mind," you declared, lifting your chin and unfurling a black wing in a nonchalant gesture.
Shigiraki's eyes widened in shock. "What? You mean you'll join us just for the sex?" he questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief.
A dark chuckle escaped your lips as you shrugged one shoulder. "I'm the Queen of Hell. Why not indulge in a little carnal pleasure while we're at it? It's a perk of the position, after all." Your words were met with stunned silence, the air thick with tension and anticipation.
The silence was broken by Dabi's laughter, a chilling sound that reverberated through the room. You shot him an amused glare, your gaze locking with his hooded one as he approached you. "Well, well, my Queen," he purred, casting a taunting glance at Shigaraki, "shall we begin our little game? Or perhaps our leader here would prefer to keep our new toy all to himself."
Shigaraki's hands clenched into fists, his red eyes narrowing as he glared at Dabi. "Watch your tongue, Dabi. The Queen is a valuable asset to our cause. We will treat her with the respect she deserves."
You smiled, a wicked glint in your eyes. "My, my, such gallantry from the leader of the League of Villains. But fear not, Shigaraki. There's plenty of me to go around." Your words sent a shiver through the room, anticipation and desire mingling in the air.
Dabi's voice held an impatient edge as he led you away, his grip firm but not ungentle on your hand. "Well then, let's not keep our Queen waiting," he murmured, guiding you through the dimly lit hallway to one of the vacant rooms in the bar. The distance offered a measure of privacy, ensuring that the others wouldn't overhear your activities.
Appreciating his consideration, you couldn't help but smirk to yourself. This wasn't your first time sharing a bed with someone, and it certainly wouldn't be your last. As a dragon and the Queen of Hell, you were accustomed to seducing others to fulfill your master's will. How many more would you charm and entice to further your dark purpose? The thought sent a thrill of excitement through your veins.
Dabi pushed you onto the bed, his towering figure eclipsing your own as he crawled atop you. "I'd like to take the lead now, if you don't mind," he purred, his hands pinning your legs to the mattress and spreading them apart. You giggled in response, offering no resistance as he deftly undressed you.
This was a well-practiced routine for you. You'd been trained to allow the man to have his way first, to put him at ease and make him think he was in control. Only when he was on the brink of pleasure would you turn the tables, flipping him over and finishing him off. It was a swift, efficient method, and you were well-versed in it. This wasn't about your pleasure; it was about the deal.
Laid bare before him, vulnerability washed over you in a way it never had before. It was strange—you'd never felt exposed like this, even in your nakedness. You were more than just beauty; you were pain incarnate, and that was the weapon you wielded.
A gasp escaped your lips as Dabi dipped his head between your thighs, his tongue parting your lips to find your clit. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. "O-oh!" you gasped, your fingers digging into his disheveled hair, holding him in place as he continued to pleasure you.
This was new. This was unexpected. You were not accustomed to receiving pleasure, and yet, here you were, caught off guard by Dabi's skilled tongue. For a moment, your resolve wavered, and you allowed yourself to surrender to the sensations washing over you.
As Dabi's tongue continued its relentless assault, pleasure coiled tightly within you like a serpent poised to strike. Your body tensed, every muscle taut with anticipation. Through half-lidded eyes, you met Dabi's gaze—his deep blue eyes locked onto yours, pinning you with an intensity that was both seductive and dangerous.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his tongue never ceasing its ministrations. "Come for me, my Queen," he growled, his voice a wicked whisper against your most sensitive flesh. "Let go, and I'll show you pleasures you've never known."
The words were a catalyst, pushing you over the precipice. Your back arched off the bed, a guttural moan escaping your lips as the orgasm crashed over you. Your body convulsed, your nails digging into Dabi's scalp as you rode the wave of ecstasy, completely at the mercy of his touch.
In the aftermath of your shared pleasure, you felt the warmth of Dabi's release trickling down your thigh. A chuckle escaped your lips as you sat up, meeting his relaxed gaze. "Seems my climax triggered yours as well," you teased, a smile dancing on your lips.
Dabi nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade before nudging you back down onto the bed. "Lie down and rest, my dear Queen," he murmured, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you close. "You've had quite the workout."
It was only then that you noticed he was naked, his clothes discarded in their moment of passion. A sticky warmth lingered between your legs, but you knew it would soon fade as your body cleansed itself, just as the devil had designed it to.
With Dabi's lips pressed against yours in a tender kiss, you drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing outside your momentary sanctuary. Shigaraki and a few of his cohorts watched from the shadows, their anger palpable as they witnessed the intimate scene.
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zombryz · 1 year
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╰┈➤master list
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vampyrsutton · 11 months
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SSD Day 5~From the Sky~Scales
Summary:
Half-Dragon!Dabi recognizes a familiar face from his time as Touya and decides to see if the spark's still there.
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Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Riding, Dragon Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Harpy Takami Keigo | Hawks, Mile High Club, Rimming, Dragon biology, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Scales Instead of Scars, Possessive Behavior, Mating Bites, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Little Shit, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Flying Sex, Background Relationships, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms
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Loosely based on this TikTok I did.
‘Still a poser, huh, bird brain?’ Dabi thinks to himself from where he sits with his crew across the bar, watching some Royal Knights ham it up. 
Among those Knights, sits a face he hasn’t seen since his hair was white and his skin smooth, and has his dragon rearing to the surface in a mixture of rage and the still lingering interest. 
Keigo Takami.
Or Hawks now apparently.
Fucking Council drone. 
“What do you think, air fryer?” Shigaraki’s rasp breaks through his bitter train of thought to bring him back to the present and whatever conversation the fools were having.
“Huh? What’d you say, crusty?” Dabi hums around his drink, having to be careful not to spill it on himself while also keeping his scales hidden. 
“The bird Knight.” Shigaraki huffs, ignoring the shot. “Rumor has it he’s a complete playboy. Think any of us have a chance?”
Dabi hums in thought, eyes focusing on Hawks once more and taking in all the little tells that the Commission probably didn't notice enough to beat out of him. Even having the bartender flirt with him had him looking ready to crawl out of his skin. Birdie was still a hopelessly awkward virgin. 
Dabi briefly wonders if he can change that.
“None of you, no.” Dabi finally answers, watching a secondary feather harden in discomfort when the bartender touches his arm playfully. “But...” Dabi downs his drink. “If he wasn’t a Council snake, I might know a way.” 
“Oh, yeah?” Shigaraki sneers, leaning in to get a better look at Dabi’s half-hidden face. “And what would that be?”
Dabi thinks back to all the longing looks and harpy courting behaviors Hawks had sent his way when they were still Keigo and Touya back in Knight training that he had pretended to be oblivious to, and wonders if any of that is still there. His half-dragon heritage had started to flare up at that point and he hadn’t wanted to drag Kei down with him but said dragon also never forgot the one it wanted to claim as his mate.
What would happen if he tried?
‘Shut up, you stupid lizard.’ Dabi growls to his dragon. ‘He’s a Knight. The Council’s probably broken him beyond repair. Kei’s probably as dead as Touya.’
‘ But how do we know ?’
Dabi stews with that for another moment before stealing Shigaraki’s drink to down as well and throwing them a devilish smirk. “Watch and learn, Dusty. Maybe you and your own lizard will finally stop dancing around each other.”
He snickers to himself as the sounds of Shigaraki and Spinner sputtering excuses follow him to the bar under the guise of getting another drink. 
“Excuse me.” He mutters as he raises his body temperature so the other Knights blocking the bar will move until he’s standing next to the half-harpy. 
“Behind you, pretty bird.” He hums in a low rumble that has feathers puffing just as they used to when his voice first started doing that. “Another ale please.” He asks the bartender with a sly smirk.
“Tou-no it can’t be...” Dabi hears Hawks whisper so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard him if it weren’t for his dragon hearing.
He makes some low whistling-chirping sound that Keigo had taught him years ago and hears the Knight gasp before he curses as he’s suddenly rushed out of the tavern and pinned against an alley wall by furious talons.
“You were alive, asshole?!” Hawks growls, trying to seem intimidating despite how his wings tremble behind him in hurt. 
“Hello to you, too, pretty bird.” Dabi smirks, pulling his talons back with his own claws. “See you’re doing well for yourself.”
Pupils pin at the show of strength, but Hawks still bares his fangs at the half-dragon. “Yeah, doing great. Number 2 actually, but we were supposed to be up here together . What the fuck happened to you?” 
Dabi raises an eyebrow before letting his pupils slit, eyes turn feral, and showing off fangs and forked tongue which, in turn, moves his cloak down enough to show off his scales. He growls when Hawks steps away in shock and the sound is anything but human.
“In case the claws didn’t give it away, I became a freak. Seriously think the Council would let me anywhere near a ranking chart?” Dabi huffs, letting the draconic features that he could control return to human. “My own father wouldn’t let me back in the house. I’m half-shifted to stay alive because he burned and mauled me in his attempt to get rid of the abomination he created.” 
Hawks makes a series of enraged bird noises before his eyes widen in horror. “He said you ran away...I comforted that fucking fool!”
Dabi sneers, the growl starting back up. “The only thing I ran away from was him, and I didn’t even do it. He left me for dead woods and some wizard and his alchemist pet snatched up my dying corpse. So sorry I didn’t want anything to do with the Knights after that though.”
There’s more enraged trilling before Hawks is in his face again with a feral look in his eyes. “You’ll be perfect for my case then.”
It’s Dabi’s turn to step back in shock now. “What are you talking about, birdie.”
“Wanted the rest of the story out of you, Hot Stuff.” Hawks smirks. “You really thought they could fool a harpy’s senses with such shitty lies and half-truths? Their heartbeats alone gave them away, but the scent of you burning that clung to him for weeks after almost got me put down.” He admits with a threatening chitter. 
Dabi’s eyes widen and he suddenly decides Hawks doesn’t need to know this was supposed to be a quick fuck to prove a point as his dragon rumbles happily at how strong his mate has become. “Have you been plotting chaos, pretty bird?” He smirks.
“Enough to make you proud even from the other side, Touya.” Hawks grins proudly. 
“Mmm, yeah no, Dabi now. That name died with me.” Dabi mutters with a sneer. “Glad I get a front-row seat then. What planning to dethrone the speciest piece of shit holding number one first?” 
Hawks snorts. “Cremation? Really? Fine, Dabi then.” He snickers before smirking. “I plan to expose him. I already have three very angry dragons on my side, and once he’s been destroyed socially, I’ll destroy the Council that let him get away with it and their precious rankings so he can sit in the fact that he destroyed himself and his family for absolutely nothing and can stew in that as he rots in a jail cell where he belongs.”
Dabi’s pupils are back to slits as he rumbles in delight and pulls the half-harpy in for an absolutely filthy kiss that he should have given into almost a decade ago. He kisses the birdie like he plans to steal the breath from his lungs, but he has one more question to ask when they come up for air. 
“Why?”
Hawks clicks as though insulted as his own talons dig into surprisingly soft black hair and grab one of the horns he’s surprised to find hiding there to pull him into another equally filthy kiss. “Mine.” He chitters, pupils completely lost in a sea of fierce gold that pin feral turquoise in place. “My bird claimed you first and the rest agreed that even if you had never returned our affections, I would stay by your side and fight for you forever. You were never getting rid of me if I had known you were alive.”
A low growl builds in Dabi’s chest before, suddenly, leathery wings burst from his back and they’re taking off into the air and devouring each other with a decade’s worth of buried emotions that are finally getting to come to the surface and have a claim to stake.
“Fuck, pretty bird,” Dabi growls as deadly fangs nip at Hawks’ lower lip. “Should’ve accepted your courting back then. Could’ve added you to my hoard and draped you in all the pretty riches I could find as you deserve. Gold chains inlaid with rubies and a pretty leather collar with an aquamarine, so you remember who you belong to when you go flying. You’d look so pretty draped across my furs.” He rambles, long forked tongue dominating the harpy’s mouth between promises. “So perfect.”
Hawks chitters and trills in delight as he does his best to return the kiss, but ultimately lets Dabi do as he pleases while he works on the half-dragon's gods forsaken three belts to get in his pants and bats his own wings to get them a little further from the town, even if they are fairly high up. “As long as I get to cover you in just as much shiny shit, you can do whatever you want.” He pants when given a moment to breathe.
The image encourages Dabi to start kissing, biting, and sucking his way down Hawks’s neck to stake his claim as he makes quick work of the birdie’s own belt and pants, smirking at the annoyed huff his ease gets out of his little hopeful mate. “Relax, birdie. You learn how to use your claws when you don’t have the money to pay for new pants.” He teases.
He can’t help but laugh at how the birdie’s wings puff up in annoyance even as he does his best to make his own marks in the dragon’s tough skin. 
A glance down shows them to be far enough away from the town to not be charged with indecent exposure so Dabi smirks before ripping a squawk out of Hawks when he hoists him up for easy access to his leaking dick and a forked tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Hold the horn if you need to.” He warns before wrapping his tongue around Hawks’ dick completely and taking him down his throat with a rumple that makes Hawks squawk at the vibrations. 
“Fu-Dabi! Shit! More! Shit, please!” Hawks trills, wings fluttering behind him as he holds onto Dabi’s horns for dear life. 
Dabi smirks around the length in his mouth as he carefully inches the harpy’s pants down further and retracts his claws. He pulls back enough to uncoil his tongue from around Hawks’ cock before taking it down his throat again and letting the tongue sneak out to prod at the harpy’s hole to make him chirp again.
“Da-bi!” Hawks moans, squirming and chirping at the stimulation. “How?” 
Dabi just looks up at him, the smirk obvious in his eyes as a suddenly claw-free hand takes advantage of the spit now slicking Hawks’ hole to slip a finger in to join the tongue and get more pretty bird song from the trembling Knight. 
“Fuuu-“ Hawks shudders. “You're gonna ki-kill me- shit!” 
Dabi rolls draconic eyes at the dramatics before going back to his self-assigned task of getting the birdie needy and open to take his cock. Completely impractical this high in the air, but his dragon demands it and for once he’s not gonna argue. 
“Cl-close! Shit, Dabi, I’m close!” Hawks whines and coos and he shakes in the dragon’s strong grip. 
Dabi just raises an eyebrow, his only response being to swallow around the head when it hits the back of his throat and nudges a bundle of nerves with three fingers that he's managed to work inside the harpy’s hole. 
Hawks lets out a pretty little chirping, trilling noise, and his wings sharpen as he cums hard down the dragon’s throat, his hold on purplish black horns probably being the only thing keeping him upright. 
Dabi smirks as he pulls his head back with a pop, mischief-filled turquoise looking up into hazy gold. “Think I can get another one out of you?” 
Hawks blinks, panting heavily for a moment before he nods and whines as Dabi pulls his fingers out. 
“Trust me enough to reach into my pocket for oil?” Dabi asks.
Hawks flushes a pretty pink as a feather chooses that moment to catch up with them and deposit a vial of oil onto Dabi’s chest. “About that…”
Dabi lets out a pleased rumble as he situates Hawks lower on his body for balance so he can uncork the vial and pour some on his fingers to make sure Hawks is open enough before reaching behind Hawks further to pour a generous amount on his own cock. 
“I’ll take you apart plenty later, but I’m afraid our current positions means you’ll have to do most of the work unless you want to take a tumble through the air.” Dabi hums, at least helping Hawks scoot himself back to line up. 
“Don’t care.” Hawks chirps, talons digging into scales for support as he gets himself lined up. “Thought I’d never get to do this. You could have bent me over a dumpster for all I care.” Gold eyes narrow at the dragon’s snort. “Do not fuck me over a dumpster.” 
Dabi can’t help but laugh at the birdie’s sudden seriousness even as he smirks up at fierce eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it, birdie. You’re at least worth the royal dumpster.” He teases, laughing more when he gets whacked. 
“How did you become even more of an a-AH-ass! Fuuuck!” Hawks moans when he’s suddenly pulled down on Dabi’s cock and warbles with how full he suddenly feels with it only halfway in. 
“Trauma does shit to people.” Dabi shrugs, loosening his grip now so Hawks can set the pace. “Now I believe you had a claim to stake?” 
Gold eyes pin once more and rake over unclaimed skin as though trying to calculate how to change that without breaking a tooth on scales before deciding to figure that out when they get there. With this decision in mind, Hawks braces his hands on Dabi’s stomach to give himself leverage as he attempts to sink down further with a chirp. 
By the time he has it all in him, his arms are shaking and his wings are trembling as he lets out a constant stream of overwhelmed chirps that have Dabi rumbling deep in his chest in arousal. 
“Too much, pretty bird?” Dabi growls, reaching a once again clawed hand to caress Hawks’ straining cock and lightly press down on the slight bulge of the harpy’s stomach where his cock is stuffing him nice and full.
“Full.” Hawks chirps quietly with a wobbly smile. “Guess the dragon genes really took over, huh?” 
“Oh, you have no idea.” Dabi chuckles lowly. “Wait ‘til I cum, pretty bird. You’ll probably have to go home after this with how much will be leaking out of you. Filling you completely and letting anyone with a nose knows just who you belong to.” A smirk. “And you’re in for a real trip come winter.”
Hawks flushes beneath his shirt at the implications, wings fluttering in their effort to help get him moving. “Fuck, Dabi.”
“That is the plan, yes,” Dabi smirks, chuckling when a wing whacks him. “Need some help, pretty bird?”
“Yes. Please. Fuck, there’s so much.” Hawks whines, moaning when Dabi’s grip tightens to pull him up slowly, cursing at how tight the harpy is before pulling him back down and making both moan loudly.
It takes them a few times, but eventually, Hawks gets his bearings enough to start trying to help. By now, though, Dabi has already realized that he can definitely fuck up into the birdie in this position and it isn’t long before Hawks is once again boneless, chirping and moaning as he lets himself be used.
“Fuck, birdie.” Dabi growls from where his mouth is hovering close to Hawks’ shoulder, ready to claim. “So fucking tight. You’re going to drive me insane. Such a perfect little mate, aren’t you?”
Hawks moans, wings puffing up at the praise as he finally finds a spot he thinks should be soft enough to mark. “Big. Good mate. Filling me up.” He chirps.
Dabi’s rumbling picks up as his speed does and it isn’t long until Hawks is babbling about being close again. “Right behind you, pretty bird.” He growls. “Cum whenever you want, I’m right behind you.”
Hawks lets out a warbling moan as he cums a second time, talons digging into the half-dragon's human skin as he bites into the soft spot he found and his wings puff out. The chirps turn into a content almost purring noise as he lets Dabi continue, sated himself and now just wanting his new mate to cum.
Dabi groans loudly as Hawks tightens around him with his orgasm and makes his hips stutter as it drags him over the edge. He muffles a roar by leaving his own bite on the harpy’s shoulder as he starts filling him with rope after rope of cum that has him squirming with how full it leaves him. 
“Da-…bi…” Hawks eventually whines. “Too much.” 
Dabi just runs his claws down Hawks' back in what he hopes is a calming gesture as he licks the new bite and waits to stop cumming. 
“Dabiiii!” Hawks pouts instead. 
“I warned you. Now it’s either in you or on some poor traveler’s head.” Dabi chuckles as he basks in the post-orgasm brain fog. “It’ll stop soon.”
“You are so lucky I don’t have any eggs.” Hawks huffs even as he relents to laying on Dabi’s still-clothed chest as the half-dragon starts taking them to the alley. He wraps his feathered wings around them for modesty's sake. 
Dabi crowds Hawks against a wall once they’re on the ground for support so he can pull out and his pupils slit when his cum starts leaking out of Hawks’ utterly abused hole. 
“Fuck, birdie. Think a feather can hold that in or do I need to eat you out a second time?” Dabi growls, tilting his head predatorily. 
Hawks hisses in sensitivity when his cock tries to twitch at the thought. “Feather should get me home.” He decides before giving a little smirk. “I might need some help from there though.”
Dabi rumbles deep in his chest once more as he plucks a loose feather. “Let me say my goodbyes real quick, and I’ll be more than happy to take you apart properly.”
Dabi makes quick work of refastening his pants and belts before hurrying inside and slamming the feather down in front of Shigaraki with a wicked smirk that his disheveled appearance backs up. “Let me know if you need date night recommendations. Got some good connections now for you two to get your shit together.” He chuckles before throwing a wave over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow, losers!”
His friends just stare at the feather in disbelief.
“How in the fuck?” Is the general consensus that night.
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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— just for tonight, i don’t hate you + katsuki bakugou.
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૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — when there’s a bounty over your head and a reward for your safe return to your soon-to-be husband and future king, touya todoroki… you should be mindful of who you fall for. you should pretend to hate the man who seeks the prize money you’d bring. and the dragon prince, katsuki bakugou, should probably do the same.
⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, angst, arguments, one-bed trope, enemies to lovers, love confessions, arranged marriages, fingering, marking, biting, scratching creampies, hair pulling, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, slight!infidelity, fantasy!au, fem!reader, dragon prince!bakugou.
⭑ words — 2.8K.
⭑ notes — happy valentine’s day my sweets!! here’s a precious little fic for you, a commission from the darling @peonies-and-teacakes and beta read by @yuki-no-akumu !! i hope you guys enjoy and remember that ily <3 mwah mwah !! - m.list ✩
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“s-sir…i am so sorry.”
don’t. 
“t-there’s been some kind of mistake!”
don’t you say it.
“unfortunately the room at our inn you’d requested for tonight has been double booked…”
don’t you dare say it.
“we can only offer you the alternative which is a single bed, again sir, i-i’m so sorry.” 
it’s not the clerk’s fault, it’s a simple mistake that anyone could make at an inn located in one of the busiest travelling towns in all of Aethopia— but it shouldn’t have happened to katsuki bakugou. it’s the worst thing that could have ever happened to katsuki bakugou. “you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” the dragon prince snarls, almost resembling the mystical creature acting as his tribe’s crest— teeth white, sharp and menacingly on display. “all this fuckin’ coin spent on a useless, shitty inn ‘nd you can’t even book the right room?”
the clerk shrinks back, visibly shaken as they hand over a set of room keys to the blonde. “s-so sorry! s-sir!” they add timidly, flinching as they clatter into bakugou’s palm and he snatches the metal away from them.
“sorry ain’t gonna cut it, what a waste of my coin! i ain’t ever comin’ back to this shithole.” he continues to snap, and with a swish of his red woven cape, bakugou’s gone— storming away and outside of the reception, filled with enough rage to fan the flames of a dragon’s fire. you’re waiting for him with his horse, tending to it as he steps into the cool outside. the forest trees sway with the prince’s arrival but don’t do anything to distract you from running your fingers to the snow-white coloured steed. 
you’re beautiful and that angers katsuki. you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen in all of the moons he’s existed— you shine under the light of the silver crescent, as if glitter is speckled all over your skin or you’re covered in a layer of diamonds.
your smile as his horse chuffs and nudges you with its head is precious, more valuable than any gem found in this world’s greatest mines. your dress isn’t made out of the finest materials, but it fits perfectly around your sweet dips and curves— it’s pretty. you’re pretty. there’s something about you that makes a mess of katsuki’s pulse, that steals his breath away and he hates you for it. 
you’re supposed to be an ordinary girl, you’re supposed to be just a pile of coin to him— a reward for returning you, prince touya of Ignis’ runaway bride. there was a hefty bounty hanging over your head for your safe return to his royal highness’ side, for you were to be the tool that helped to clean up prince touya’s act and get him prepared for kingship. again, you weren’t meant to be anything more to katsuki, in fact, if he had to he would force himself to despise you— you make him miserable, he has to remind himself that you’re just a prize. nothing more, nothing less. 
despite the blonde’s plan to have you back in the hands of the todoroki family— he’s had his doubts. rumour has it that touya todoroki, better known to lesser folk as dabi, is an evil brute. one with little regard to the women he’s kept or invited up to his royal chambers. other whispers on the street have mentioned that you were a spoiled little village girl from within their kingdom, refusing the life the todoroki’s were to offer you. 
that was another reason for bakugou to hate you— you were a brat that ran away because touya wouldn’t feed you with a silver spoon, because he was the first man in your existence to be unkind and you couldn’t find it in yourself to put up with it despite being set for the rest of your life. 
katsuki bakugou of the dragon tribe had found you just outside of his territory— half dead, your clothes torn and a second away from being hunted by the mythical monsters that prowled them. you resented him, for what he did next. you had the audacity to be mad at the dragon prince for saving your life and nursing you back to health. you blame him for the miserable outcomes of your life and for having his heart set on returning you back to touya todoroki, blaming him for it all.
at the time, the pair of you had argued. bakugou had called you a stupids and naive little girl— who wouldn’t want to be married to a future king? you wouldn’t have a single thing to worry about if you did, your every need would be taken care of without you even asking. you wouldn’t have to kill for your next meal, worry about when or where you could sleep next, spend every day fighting for survival. clearly you both had different views on the world, and what should have been gratefulness turned into hatred.
bakugou had tied your wrists, dragged you kicking and screaming back on the route straight to the todoroki castle— reuniting you with your Prince Charming. so far, you’d made this journey hell, almost cost him fights and got him in trouble with clients or employers. you were embarrassing.
and in your eyes? katsuki was your fairytale villain. he was a selfish, ugly bastard who wouldn’t let you steal your freedom, all for some money. you hated bakugou with every fibre of your being and every ounce of your heart and he knew. he knew this, but that didn’t make it any easier to handle when you look at him like his every step scorches the earth.
scowl at him like you do now.
like he was the most awful man in the world. like he was touya. who he had heard from stories didn’t handle women in the best of ways.
“what, ya still mad at me, princess?” bakugou asks as he approaches you, the twigs snapping under his boots grabbing your attention. 
before arriving at the inn, the dragon wielder had told you that you were a useless airhead— one that couldn’t survive on her own and needed a man to save her. you’d slapped him hard without hesitation and neither of you’d spoken until now. “of course i am, don’t ask stupid questions, you barbarian,” you spit harshly, turning back to the horse at hand. “did you get the room? i’m tired and sick of looking at your face.” 
he almost flinches back to avoid being hit by your venomous words but instead retaliates. “i did ‘n yer stuck with me, sweetheart, there’s only one bed.” 
“you’re kidding, right?” your eye twitches as you spin on your heel to face katsuki once more and the blonde braces himself for an onslaught of your slander. “oh! bakugou. you’re such an incompetent fool. you can’t even book an inn on your own, so you need a woman to do that for you?” you throw his words from earlier back into his face like an acid burn that’s been waiting underneath your tongue.
“i didn’t wanna be stuck with your ass anyways! quit complainin’!” 
“well, if you insist on not being stuck with me, perhaps releasing me before we reach the todoroki’s is a good idea—“ 
“— fat chance, princess.” bakugou scoffs back. “not with the bounty over your head. puttin’ up with your shitty attitude will be fuckin’ worth dealin’ with until you’re back with ‘em.”
he doesn’t give you a chance to retort, heading back into the inn whether you follow him or not. 
katsuki is glad that you don’t, at least not straight away— wanting to calm down the ache you’ve inflicted upon his hatred-blackened heart.
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though he might hate you, katsuki can always tell when you’re crying.
around the same time every night and throughout your travels, your shoulders shake as sobs rack your body while you think he’s fast asleep. of course, the dragon prince feels bad— he’s practically handing you off to the devil in exchange for a lump of cash. you’ve been down on your luck and the blonde feels partially responsible for that. 
rolling over to face you, bakugou watches with a deep frown as you keep your eyes on the wall opposite you— not daring to acknowledge him. “‘m sorry… about what i said,” he feels guilty but only just, unsure of his next words. “‘bout this touya thing… and all the men that have hurt you. i’m—” he takes a breath. “sorry about everything. i only treat you that way ‘cause i don’t want ya to end up lost like me…” he doesn’t want you to fall for him, to stay with him.
silence echoes between you both but katsuki can tell that you’ve calmed down from the way your body stops shaking and your hiccups quieten down. “you care about me, bakugou?” rolling over, the blonde finds himself lost in the sparkle of your galaxy eyes yet again— hating you for it, fighting down his love for you.
you’re close, way too close and everything beneath the sheets is hot. “shut up, princess.” bakugou whispers, not realising that the warmth of his breath is coasting over your lips wetly. before either of you know it, you’re kissing— mouths slotting against one another, tongues rolling over each other sloppily as you swap spit and pour undisclosed feelings into one another. his hands slip under your flimsy excuse for a night-gown, trailing up the good meat of your thighs, the soft curves of your waist and hips. you have him in shambles, with the way you gasp quietly at his thumbs swiping at the swell of your breasts— just brushing over your pebbling nipples. you coo and cry and he takes more from you, tugging on your lower lip with shining rows of pearly whites and licking into your mouth to swallow your whistle-tone moans.
“quiet, princess,” bakugou’s mouth is hot, blisteringly slow— his tongue leaving trails of clear, thick saliva along the planes of your skin. “gotta be quiet, baby, can’t wake anyone up, yeah?” the sharp edges of his teeth just graze your salt-licked flesh, barely nipping it. katsuki knows better, he can’t leave marks. he can’t return damaged goods to the soon-to-be king. to the touya todoroki. “so good, such a good girl.”
“o-oh! k-katsuki!” you stutter out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and locking away the stars as the dragon prince’s hand fumbles between your hot and heavy bodies. he finds your clit, swollen and sticky— pulsating beneath rough fingertips. “p-please, i need you. please, katsuki. n-need–!” you sing your praises to the high heaves, the letters of his name rubbed into your pretty pussy as he plays with it between your slick, doughy thighs.
a single finger slips past your fluttering entrance, but he doesn’t dare let up on your pleasure nub— circling it diligently. “shut up, yeah?” the man slurs into your neck, spreading your pussy lips apart to finger you deeper, faster— losing his sanity listening to the sound of you squelch. “i hate you…r’member that. h-hate you— fuck…” 
“hate you, s’much. o-oh, right there!” your own set of fingers curl in sandy blonde locks tightly pulling him back up to your face for a kiss. but his eyes, your eyes, they both speak forbidden and unspoken love. your other hand grasps at his throbbing cock, arousal spilling over your knuckles and straight from the tip. his chest rumbles in pleasure, hips rutting into your closed fist languidly before he swoops down to lure you into the forest of temptation, the haze of another uncoordinated, messy kiss.
you mewl into one another’s open mouths, swollen and cherry lips meshing together— this? whatever you’re doing together, a pile of sweaty limbs moving in sync with one another…it’s everything either of you have ever wanted. playing pretend, hating one another face to face and loving one another in secret. katsuki curls his fingers, pressing down on your g-spot and you run your thumb through the seedy slit of his cockhead…eager to please one another. to love one another.
“put it in, katsuki.” gasping but demanding, you call to him— hungry for more, to have his everything. he wants to, god he wants to. but what if he hurts you? what if you fall apart like fragile glass? what if touya—? you grab at the blonde’s chin, guiding his gaze up to yours and his thick girth to your clenching, unfilled hole. “just for tonight, one night. show me how you truly feel about me katsuki…make love to me.”
you’re giving him a chance, giving him this one last night to deflower the prettiest, most beautiful thing katsuki bakugou has ever held in his bare, monstrous hands. wrapping your legs around the slenderness of his waist, you lock your ankles at the small of his back and squeeze to draw him closer. his milky shaft pushes through your arousal soaked folds, clear strings of it clinging to every vein that decorates the length of him.
both of you shudder once he’s bottomed out inside the warmth of your velvety, silken walls. he’s as deep as he can go, stretching you over him with slow rolls of his hips and his balls heavy with cum, seated at the curve of your ass. “f-fuck, you’re tight, princess,” katsuki whines, wrapping his arms around your head to pin you to the bed beneath him. he fills you to the brim, brings tears to your eyes as he splits you apart and pieces you back together with every single thrust. your g-spot is a victim to endless ectasy given to you by his mushroomed tip as it rams against you, desperately. 
rolling your hips up to match his pace, you swallow the saliva pooling on the palette of your tongue— skin buzzing with lust while you mark up the blonde’s back. you leave tiger-claw patterns across his tanned back, red and raw before mussing up his hair pulling him closer until either of you have room to breathe. his breath is ragged against the shell of your ear, thrusts rampant each time he plunges into your souse, salacious pussy.
katsuki drowns himself in you, and like an alcoholic reaching for another drink— he’s addicted. he groans pathetically when you bite him, kiss him and spit into his mouth until he’s babbling and brainless. you bite his shoulder to keep quiet but the bed creaks loudly enough to cover your harmonised moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin harshly. 
“i love you,” you breathe weakly, body wracked with shakes when bakugou slips out of your cunt from how fast he's pounding you into the sheets, tied to you only by strings of slick.
he says it back, instantaneously while forcing himself back into your addictive heat, desperate to get you both to your highs. “i love you.” next he finds your clit again, using three fingers to tap at it so that you tremble cutely beneath him. “hold it, princess. hold your orgasm. p-promise it’ll feel good, kay?” the dragon prince pulls back only just, dragging his seedy tip along your insides and you whine at the loss of being so full. “promise me that when he’s fucking you, when touya makes you his bride a-and weds you, his pretty virgin bride…that you’ll think of me ‘n me alone.”
“i-i promise,” you murmur, playing with the baby hairs on the base of katsuki’s neck, looking up at him lovingly as you clench down on him at his claim— dripping sweet nectar down his balls.
only then does katsuki put his entire weight on you, jutting into you all at once, nearly breaking the bed as it hits the wall behind you over and over. his cock swells inside of you, close to bursting and cumming inside of you. with one, two, three more calculated thrusts you’re thrown over the edge— the dopamine high of your orgasm crashing over your brain while you squirt clear streams over his lower tummy and cock.
he’s right behind you, following the stream of your sweet essence that nearly forces him out of you. thick, hot ropes of cum paint your insides belonging to the man that you love, filling you up to the brim. katsuki collapses on top of you with one last kiss, your foreheads pressed together and the crude mix of your arousal leaking from your tiny hole, onto your shared sheets.
“i don’t…i don’t hate you,” you stutter once both of your breathing has evened out, teary eyed because you can’t say that you love him again. it’ll make it too real, neither of you can have that if you’re promised to touya and bakugou has promised to take you back to the ruthless future king.
“niether do i,” katsuki breathes back, wiping your eyes with the pad of his thumb, using a delicate touch. 
he couldn’t help it, loving you but at least he got to…just for tonight.
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bnha hybrid x human reader
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Disclaimers!
None of the stories linked are mine.
All contain mature content / smut.
Mostly afab readers, but some gn.
Gif not mine.
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Boku no Hero Academia
Home Sweet Home
Puppy!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader
Warnings: smut (panty-sniffing, crotch-sniffing, breeding kink, scent kink?) dubcon, not proofread
Exploring Eachother
Mershark Kirishima x Human AFAB Reader
Hybrid Cow Kirishima w/ Farmer Reader HC
W: Breeding Kink, Milking (His Dick and His Tits), Lactation Kink
Kitty Hybrid!Bakugou
Tags: Smut, fluff, imagine, ‘thinking about…’
bad behavior, good reward
puppy! natsuo todoroki x gn! reader
cw/tw: soft dom reader, needy sub + dog hybrid natsuo, hints of scent kink
Heat
Cow Hybrid!Sub!Shigaraki x gn!Dom!Reader
Warning(s): Anal Fingering, Cock Milking, Male Lactation, Overstimulation
Hybrid Headcanons
ft. AIZAWA, SHINSO, DABI and SHIGARAKI
Note: Contains some NSFW when it comes to their ruts
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willowser · 11 months
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what's to come...
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multi-chap stuff will be updated on a two week schedule ! 🤗 the rest will be posted depending on where they rank in the poll ! 🦋
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pleased to meet you, dabi x f!reader ! (roughly) five chapters remaining.
southern charm, cowboy!bakugou x f!reader ! two chapters remaining.
my heart's aflame, my body's changed (but, god, i like it), werewolf!bakugou x f!reader ! modern au — no quirks, angst-heavy, explicit.
i fought them all off just to hold you close and tight, vampire!dabi x f!reader ! post-apocalyptic au, a bit bloody, explicit.
loving me is all you need, dabi x f!reader ! this is the 'if he's a serial killer...' smut chapter, gore/body horror, explicit.
hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven, ex-husband!bakugou x f!reader ! dad bakugou, mom reader, explicit.
remember me, love, when i'm reborn, dragon!bakugou x f!reader ! cross-species courting, accidental marriage ???, explicit.
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*reminder that nothing is being posted yet !! this is for in the future only, when my hiatus has ended !!
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tenkomura · 7 months
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Making a works in progress list bc I am kinda stuck rn and hate everything
Mha
Red (soulmate au with shiggy. Reader is Aizawas daughter with a mind manipulation quirk that makes her capable of erasing quirks but also tamper with how things are perceived. Tenko Shimura shows up one day at Shota's house and his little girl suddenly smiles again after weeks of depression. It crashes and burns obviously)
RPG (our heroes and villains get sucked into an rpg. Im gonna be honest. It all is worth it for the scene of reader and shiggy seeing the "do you want to romance [...]" flash up. Dabi and shoto are dragons)
Dragon!kiri (human not understanding mating ritual)
Pirate au (Dabi slowly falling for reader as he teaches her to read the stars. Women are not allowed on ships (bc a woman is destined to break free the magic). Might make it poly with captain shiggy and first mate dabi but not sure)
Stepbro!shoto x bakudeku (daaark)
They both fell hard (toshi x reader with lots of trauma and complications but they find their way, age gap)
Jjk
Is it really peace? Ofc (I'm in like the mid stretch now before it gets exciting again and hdhdxbhd help. I hope u guys did not forget (satoru) gojo and reader canonical met hehe its what keeps me going)
Mafia au with toji and sukuna (reader is their favorite person, smut smut, consensual torture bc readers father betrayed them but its all a ploy they love you i swear)
Yandere nanami (I wish I could finish this one. It is soooooo)
Mma!fighter toji (smut with tiny plot and daddy kink)
Mamaguro part 2
Pervy yuji (I wish I could finish this one too sad sigh)
Yuta x inumaki x reader (I am too stuck in dark mode to write something as wholesome as this is supposed to be)
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x-bluefire-heart-x · 2 years
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Master List
Prompt list!
Walking Dead
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Warm Winter Night
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- Chapter One - The Teachers
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thesakuragarnet · 5 months
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His Ocean Eyes (first chapter)
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Disclaimer: This is just the first chapter! The full fic is ongoing and is posted to AO3! Link will be posted below.
FULL FIC IS 18+ ONLY!
Summary: Dusk is just another outcast. Just another child for Ujiko to exploit once she reaches her full potential. The only difference between her and the others is that she's been plotting her escape since children started disappearing one by one. When the mysterious boy who's been asleep for three years wakes up, allowing her to break free, how will her life change now that she finally has someone she can count on?
Tags: Dabi X Female OC, MHA CH350 spoilers, swearing, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut (as of right now, there is no smut published in the fanfiction), canon-typical violence and Dabi-typical body horror, alternate canon, found family, slow burn until it isn't
Word Count: 2,048 words for the first chapter (full fic word count is unknown as it is ongoing)
AO3 link
Chapter 1: Runaways
“HE’S AWAKE! HE’S AWAKE!”
I can hear the children shrieking at the top of their lungs as they run by my room, and I jolt up in the small cot as the thin hospital gown clings to my lithe form. My name is Dusk Ryuuzaki, and I am fourteen years old with green eyes and pale skin. My dirty blonde hair hangs in my face, hiding my eyes like it has most of my life as I exhale upward, blowing the strands out of the way so I can see. My hair is long ; I’ve always been told to cut it, but I’ve never wanted to. I’ve been in this hospital for almost two years. I was twelve when Sensei “rescued” me and brought me here. I was living on the streets for only a day after my Quirkless parents threw me out. My Quirk is…complicated. I can painlessly transform myself into a dragon, yet the senses stay with me at all times. I have increased vision, sense of smell, sense of hearing, strength, and agility. Furthermore, I can breathe fire for about a full minute before it starts to hurt my throat. My Quirk times out in hour intervals, but they’ve gotten lengthier as I've gotten older. I’ve been practicing with the other children, honing our Quirks during our time at the hospital. Every now and then, one kid will disappear, never to be seen again. Sensei’s flower-faced friend assures us that they found a good home, but…I have to admit…things seem…suspicious. The one thing I’ve learned: don’t ask questions. Anyone who asks questions goes missing. Anyone who defies even the slightest order goes missing. Anyone who gets… too good at their abilities goes missing. So, I’ve swallowed my pride by deliberately messing up, taking careful note of every potential exit. I wanted to leave. I didn’t feel safe anymore. I decided to mask my curiosity. That is…except for my curiosity about the boy who just woke up. 
He’d been in a coma for three years. Whenever we received breaks, the children would crowd around him, poking and prodding at him, wondering when he would wake up. They said the surgery took days; his skin was so badly burned that the doctor had to transplant practically all of it. Rumors circulated that he was some kind of Frankenstein's monster, but he didn't seem very monstrous to me. He seemed…peaceful…in an exhausted way. Oh, to be asleep for three years dreaming one’s life away. It sounds like a dream come true.
My bare feet hit the cold tile as I run down the hallway toward the large playroom. I stop dead in my tracks when I look through the open door to see the flower-faced friend speaking to him…and Sensei’s voice speaks through the computer screen in the playroom. I can’t see the boy…I can definitely hear him arguing with Sensei…no one ever argues with Sensei. 
“No way…am I getting trained by anyone else.” 
The voice is raspy and harsh, and the specific timbre chills my ears in a way that only particular sounds resonate. 
“Well, you see. I’m afraid…we can’t let you do that,” Flower-faced ‘friend’ mutters, and, suddenly, his sunshine face contorts into an eldritch horror of a scowl. 
‘This is what happens before the kids disappear.’
Flower-face lunges forward, and I watch as the kid dives beneath his legs, sliding and pushing himself to his feet as he breaks into a sprint, looking over his shoulder and not paying attention. 
SLAM! THUD!
I cry out briefly as he runs right into me, knocking me over as we both fall to the ground. That’s when I see his eyes for the first time. 
This boy has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen; they're the most brilliant mix of sapphire and turquoise, like staring into the ocean itself. There’s no time to admire him; I can already hear Flower-face turning around. 
“Get off me!” He shouts, shoving himself up as I jump to my feet, brushing off my gown. 
“ You ran into me !” I retort before he starts running down the hall without a sideways glance. 
“HEY!” I call after him; I know he’s running in the wrong direction. “COME BACK!” 
I turn the corner and see him panicking at the dead end, staring up at the green and white checkered walls as if he’s about to have some sort of mental breakdown. He pulls at his hair, and, I swear his skin looks like it’s smoking. 
“Hey, hey. This way! I know how to get out of here!” I call, waving him forward as I steal a glance over my shoulder. Flower-face slowly trudges down the hallway like a zombie; it’s like some kind of scene out of Stephen King.
“You’re just a stupid girl. What do you know?” he suddenly blurts, and my eyes narrow. 
“Well, this stupid girl , is gonna get us both out of here. Are you in or do you wanna go to whatever fresh hell they have planned for us?” I snap, and he groans dramatically before dashing toward me. I run down the hall as I process the map I’d drawn in my head. Right as he catches up to me, I take a sharp left, using my draconic strength to break through the locked double doors as I force all of my body weight into the shove. 
“Whoa,” the kid mutters under his breath as he follows me, and we burst into the courtyard. They only let us out here at night, but what I hadn’t considered was the enormous electric fence and barbed wire above the pillars. 
“SHIT!” I hiss under my breath, and the boy raises his eyebrows. 
“What do you mean shit ?! I thought you said you could get us out of here!” He screams, and a spark of anger flares in my chest. 
“I CAN! LET ME THINK!” I shout back, and, suddenly, a sizzling sound creeps through the air; the boy’s tone shifts from rage to sheer terror. 
“NO! NO! NO!” he stammers, and I realize that his skin is literally smoking. 
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I stammer, registering the fear on his face. 
“Get back! I don’t wanna hurt you!” he stutters, “Get away!” 
Before I can blink, brilliant azure flames pour down his arms, leaping directly through the open double doors as they start to spread up the enormous compound. Within a few seconds, the flames only lick at his hands, and his eyes well with tears, only for them to evaporate within seconds. The blue flames remain in his palms as he thrashes his hands about.
‘He can’t control his Quirk.’ 
“HEY!” I shout, braving the heat and stepping closer as I shield my eyes from the blinding blue light. 
“STAY BACK!” He screams; it’s a sound of pure anguish and confusion. 
“HEY! I CAN HELP!” I snap, and, in a few steps, I’m right beside him. He looks at me like I’ve gone utterly insane. Another Quirk I inherited from my grandparents; my skin is fireproof. 
I carefully take his hands in mine, pressing until our palms touch, and a faint hissing sound pierces the sky above the roaring flames in the hospital buildings. His eyes widen, staring into mine as if I’m some sort of alien life form. 
“What…Who are you?” He stutters, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as I stare up at him. He’s about half a foot taller than me, and his white hair is dusted with ash as the building continues to burn. 
“Dusk Ryuuzaki. My Quirk is Fire Dragon; it’s three in one. That’s how. And…who are you ?” I smile, and he gulps as I release his hands, staring at his slightly singed palms. 
“Touya. Touya Todoroki,” He stutters, and I nod. 
‘Even his name sounds beautiful.’ 
“Nice to finally meet you. Now. If we’re going to get out of here-”
‘I CAN FLY US OUT! It’ll just be a little embarrassing…I need Support Gear clothes like that dragon hero.’ 
“How are we getting out? I’ve torched our only other exit?!” He exclaims, scratching his arm, and I slowly walk behind the lone tree in the courtyard. 
“I said my Quirk is Fire Dragon. Do the math, Todoroki,” I snicker as I hide from him and, in one smooth motion, slip out of my gown. I ball it up and throw it around the tree straight for him.
“WHY ARE YOU GETTING NAKED?” He shouts, and I laugh. 
“Oh, grow up. I don’t want to not have clothes whenever we get where we’re going. Can you hold onto that for me?” I call out as I begin to activate my Quirk. Painlessly, the change occurs; my skin turns over into dark purple scales, and my hair turns silver and forms a spiky ridge down my neck and two curved horns on my head, and a pair of silver wings sprout out of my back. As I’ve gotten older, my dragon form has gotten larger. I should be as big as Ryukyu when I’m an adult. Right now, I’m as big as a horse. I emerge from behind the tree, and Touya’s blinks, processing what just happened. 
“Get on! We’re getting out of this place,” I growl, my voice coming out in a gravelly garble. He hesitates for a second, stealing one last glance at the blazing blue before hefting himself onto my back. 
“Hold on to the spikes on my neck! It’s gonna be rough! I’ve never flown with anyone before,” I mutter. 
“You wha- AHHHHH! SHIT!” He screams as I take to the air, flapping as hard as I can. He’s not too heavy, but it’s still like I have some cumbersome random weight on my back. He clings to my neck for dear life as I sail into the night sky. 
“I’m gonna be sick,” He groans. 
“If you puke, don’t get it on me,” I snort as I glide through the fog. 
“Okay, I’m okay. I’m okay,” He slurs slowly, and I can feel his staggered breathing on the back of my neck. 
“So…where…where should we go?” I ask as I steal a glance over my shoulder at him. 
“I…I need to go home. I need to apologize to my family,” He murmurs quietly, and I cock my head. 
“For what?” I pry, but he chews his bottom lip as he traces his hands over the lines on his face and neck from where they transplanted skin. 
“I…don’t wanna talk about it,” He sighs. 
“Well…where is home for you?” I yawn, and Touya sits up straighter. 
“Suburban Musutafu. Do you know where that is?” He asks. 
‘That’s where I used to live.’
“Yeah,” I mutter, and Touya pokes at the back of my neck. I look over my shoulder back at him once more; his cheeks glow a dull shade of pink in the moonlight. 
“Hey, uh. Thanks…for…all that…back there. I know we just met but…I…I appreciate it,” He stutters, and I smile. 
“Well…thanks for trusting me to get us out. I don’t know how much longer I would’ve let myself rot in there,” I remark as I return my attention to the horizon. 
Touya’s been in the house for longer than he should’ve. He said he’d go inside, touch base with his family, and then they’d help me get home…I hadn’t told him that I didn’t even have one anymore. I'd already stopped using my Quirk and pulled the ratty hospital gown back on; I'm gonna need to find some real clothes to steal.
Wordlessly, Touya slips out of the back door, stalking back to me with his hands balled up into fists as tears stream down his face. 
“Touya?” 
“They thought I was dead. They thought I was dead…and nothing changed…,” He mutters to himself. I wouldn’t know anything about what he was referring to until later. He wipes away his tears. 
“I guess, now, I’ll help get you home. Where is that for you?” He sniffs, staring at the ground. 
“Nowhere,” I say without missing a beat. His eyes lift up to meet mine. 
“Nowhere?” He echoes my words with a pitch at the end. 
“Nowhere.”
His lips curl into a sad smile. 
“Well…we both live nowhere now.”
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dabisqueen · 1 year
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Dragon Dabi excerpt.
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Pairing: Dabi x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: fantasy au, violence, smut, angst, fluff, non-major character death, pregnancy, dub con/fuck or die but only kinda?, enemies to lovers, there's an arranged betrothal somewhere in there that eventually goes away, spoilers for dabi's identity
ao3 link here / art here and here
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And so it was.
The Black Dragon of the League became the right hand of Clan Todoroki's soon-to-be famous war general, and together, they forged the Clans into one mighty hammer with which to crush the Empire once and for all. The ensuing war lasted for many years to come, spiraling into what we know as the War of Wayfaring; and, as was her wont, the High Priestess of Cerridwen devoted herself to becoming one of those "wayfaring" soldiers, living the life of the roaming warriors that she had become accustomed to with the League. Like the warrior-women from the Age of the Immortals, she was as practiced with sword and shield as with puppets and playthings, choosing both motherhood and the life of the sword. Her daughter, Yara, grew up wild like a bob-cat and prettier than the finest pale-white lily— she was always underfoot of the greatest warriors of the age, and, having inherited her father's penchant for mischief and her mother's charisma, she often proved to be too wily for the life of any human child. Sometimes, it was whispered that there was something of the fae about her, something supernatural… but no one whispered too loudly too close to her father, who was known to bare dragon's teeth and swipe dragon's claw in defense of his darling child (who had plenty of dragon tooth and claw of her own to flash).
The War of Wayfaring lasted a decade— the longest war since the Battle of the Beginning, which lasted the fifty long years it took the goddess to cast out the Seven Devils from the Realm of Men. Many have said that the War of Wayfaring might have lasted years longer if it were not for the smallest Todoroki dragon making her debut on the scene of battle, but my mother— Jenny of the Archives, She Who Knows— always said it might have lasted decades longer if Yara Battle-born had not proved herself worthy of her name. 
Truly proud like lions, the soldiers of the Empire foolishly clung to their power and prejudice alike for far longer than strategically advisable. Despite heavy losses, the Empire persevered in its attempt to oppress and subjugate the lands west of the Summit, closer to the sea where their supply ships had control of the harbors; it is believed that their strategy was to pull back to the coastline to control sea-trade on the western coast, which might have served them well had the Clans not produced the greatest smugglers the world had ever known. Whatever its purpose, the Empire's steady retreat westward was suspicious to the two Todoroki generals who manned the western front. Black Dabi and Shoto the Cold decided to hold off on chasing the imperial forces further west and to instead make camp inland so as to avoid walking into an ambush; my dear reader, I was in that camp, just a lad myself, when my Lady Yara was told of this news, and when I say here that I have never seen such wrath as I did on that day, I truly mean that no creature on this green earth could have been more against the halt of the company than the little lordly lass with flaming, Todoroki-red hair. 
I remember well the way her eyes burned, the way the white streak at the front of her hair waved in the storm-day breeze; she was fierce and unyielding, and both of her parents threatened to hog-tie her if she didn't stop her raging. Not even my mother, her caretaker, could calm her fire, and when I think back to that day, I wonder if they should have hog-tied her— for that was the night I followed her into the unknown, packed with food and rations to last us the time it would take to get us from the camp to the coast. She was a vision, reader, a magnetic force unlike any I have ever felt. I would have followed her anywhere, and even then, whithersoever she asked me to go, I went. 
What happened on those days of travel will remain a secret forever. It is not my story to tell, and Yara— my Lady, my dearest friend— would rather it remain a memory between only us two. 
The story I can tell you, reader, is the Historie of the Battle of Barker's Bay. Three hundred and seventy-six imperial ships were burned that day, not including any ships of the traitor-clans which flew the flag of their family next to that of the imperials. Yara Battle-born, with blue flames and so many fire-arrows, burned them all with fire so hot no man could have survived; she was seen by none on the ships, and thanks to the Blessing I inherited from my absent father, she was seen by none leaving them, her form rendered invisible by the light-refraction I control at will. 
Dear reader, I will never forget the words she said to me that night, when I asked what would happen should the fire spread. When she looked at me then, brilliant eyes aglow with azure flame, I felt a thrill up my spine and the goddess's eyes on my very soul as she said,
"Stand too close to the wicked, and fire from the heavens will strike you down just as surely. Any man might have done what I did tonight. None did. The will to do what others will not— that is what separates the Hand of the Goddess from the rest of mankind."
I have had many years to think of that night since. As I reflect now, Yara Battle-born was right; as her mother before her had taken a broken, wounded man and loved him whole, turning the tide of history,Yara has taken a broken, wounded nation and has done just the same… but I digress.
Upon Yara's return to the Clans' encampment, word of the incident at the bay had already reached the ears of her father and mother. After a sound scolding and an even more sound encounter of our bare bums with a freshly-cut switch, they told Yara and myself that our efforts had effectively cut the Empire off from their supplies, and that they had negotiated the terms of the Empire's surrender the day before. After so many years, the Clans were finally free of imperial rule.
Tonight, on the 50th anniversary of this day, I honor my Lady Yara's wishes in finishing the series of Histories she asked me to write on the legacy of her family. My purpose here is fulfilled, and yet too late, I fear; I had hoped to give this collection to the former Hand of the Goddess, my second-mother, grandmother of my children, so that she might be the first to read the story of her life, but not twenty hours since, she passed beyond the veil, never to return. I was not with her when she passed— I was here, writing, trying to finish on this day of remembrance— but my Lady Yara said that (Y/N), Hand of the Goddess, passed peacefully, and with a final command to her daughter, who held her hand as she left the earth. 
"Take care of your fool father," she told her, smiling as merrily as ever she had. "He won't know what to do without me."
Black Dabi, too, met his end this day, not ten hours before the time I am writing this; upon seeing the body of his wife of fifty years (for the anniversary of their wedding was this very day), he turned to his daughter, kissed her forehead, and took my hand. He said to us,
"I will not long outlive your mother, I fear— her soul pulls at mine, insufferable bitch. When I die, tell your children the story of our line. Make sure they know who we were, and why we fought. That is my last request," 
There were tears in his voice, if not his eyes. In all my long years, I have never seen such grief from a single human being. I believe his death was a mercy— separation from the love of his life was too painful, even for a man who had known more pain than most. In a way, I understand. As the man who married his daughter, I know what it's like to bind my soul to a woman who is more divine than human. Your life belongs to her, whether you give it willingly or not, and it feels as if she owns your very soul.
Following the death of Todoroki Touya, there was a question of succession in the Clans. Since the end of the war, the Clans have been governed by a member of the Todoroki family, doing away with the ineffective Council. When Todoroki Shoto lost his life in a border skirmish some twenty years back, Todoroki Touya was there, battle-hardened and trustworthy to take the position, leaving his younger siblings, Todoroki Fuyumi and Todoroki Natsuo, to fulfill their chosen duties. Now, however, with two reluctant and aging Todorokis and one Hand of Cerridwen to choose from, there was some debate over whether allowing the Hand to rule or the elderly was more inappropriate.
In the end, the Clans decided that they would rather disband from this cohesive form of government and return to ruling their own lands, tending their own flocks and farming their own fields, instead of caring for the collective good. Though my wife and I both agree on the folly of such a decision, I cannot deny that it is an honor and a privilege to record this event as it happens, chronicling it for future generations to study. It is the perfect end to the tale I aspired to tell.
I have done as you have asked me to do, Todoroki Touya. I am telling the future who you were, and why you fought. 
So Ends the Age of the Clans. 
Blessed be She who Reigns.
— Balthazar the Wise
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findroleplay · 7 months
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I'm Evan: 22, trans M, and Australian (AEST/+10). I work full time so replies won’t be daily.
Rules: 21+, longterm, 3rd person POV, semi-literate replies (1-3 paragraphs), and discord only. No self inserts or godmodding.
I’m looking to write a mixture of everything: MxF, MxM, and FxF. There’s also both fandom OCxOC and CCxCC.
Bolded = Searching for / Your Muse
My Hero Academia:
Eraserhead / Shouta Aizawa x Present Mic / Hizashi Yamada
Keigo Tamaki / Hawks x Enji Todoroki / Endeavour
Keigo Tamaki / Hawks x Touya Todoroki / Dabi
Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamight x Izuku Midoriya / Deku
Genshin Impact:
Tartaglia/Childe X Lumine
Dragon Age Inquisition:
OC x OC (any genders)
Garrett x Fenris
Call of Duty:
Soap x Ghost
Overwatch:
Soldier 76 / Jack Morrison X Reaper / Gabriel Reyes
Nu Carnival:
Eiden x any clan member
I’m looking for something canon based but with our own plots incorporated, although I’m more than open to AU’s. While I love writing smut, I’d still adore some plot to be involved. Really I’d just like to brainstorm something that works for us.
I’d also be interested in the following dead dove 🕊️ fandomless plots:
Serial Killer X Victim
Teacher X Parent of student
Mafia Leader x FBI Agent
Prince X Knight
Cult Leader x Victim
Vampire x Human
Boss X Secretary
If interested please like this post and I’ll contact you, or directly DM this account. Thanks!
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darkdoverpseeker · 7 months
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I'm Evan: 22, trans M, and Australian (AEST/+10). I work full time so replies won’t be daily.
Rules: 21+, longterm, 3rd person POV, semi-literate replies (1-3 paragraphs), and discord only. No self inserts or godmodding.
I’m looking to write a mixture of everything: MxF, MxM, and FxF. There’s also both fandom OCxOC and CCxCC.
Bolded = Searching for / Your Muse
My Hero Academia:
Eraserhead / Shouta Aizawa x Present Mic / Hizashi Yamada
Keigo Tamaki / Hawks x Enji Todoroki / Endeavour
Keigo Tamaki / Hawks x Touya Todoroki / Dabi
Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamight x Izuku Midoriya / Deku
Genshin Impact:
Tartaglia/Childe X Lumine
Dragon Age Inquisition:
OC x OC (any genders)
Garrett x Fenris
Call of Duty:
Soap x Ghost
Overwatch:
Soldier 76 / Jack Morrison X Reaper / Gabriel Reyes
Nu Carnival:
Eiden x any clan member
I’m looking for something canon based but with our own plots incorporated, although I’m more than open to AU’s. While I love writing smut, I’d still adore some plot to be involved. Really I’d just like to brainstorm something that works for us.
I’d also be interested in the following dead dove 🕊️ fandomless plots:
Serial Killer X Victim
Teacher X Parent of student
Mafia Leader x FBI Agent
Prince X Knight
Cult Leader x Victim
Vampire x Human
Boss X Secretary
If interested please like this post and I’ll contact you, or directly DM this account. Thanks!
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prpfs · 7 months
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I'm Evan: 22, trans M, and Australian (AEST/+10). I work full time so replies won’t be daily.
Rules: 21+, longterm, 3rd person POV, semi-literate replies (1-3 paragraphs), and discord only. No self inserts or godmodding.
I’m looking to write a mixture of everything: MxF, MxM, and FxF. There’s also both fandom OCxOC and CCxCC.
Bolded = Searching for / Your Muse
My Hero Academia:
Eraserhead / Shouta Aizawa x Present Mic / Hizashi Yamada
Keigo Tamaki / Hawks x Enji Todoroki / Endeavour
Keigo Tamaki / Hawks x Touya Todoroki / Dabi
Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamight x Izuku Midoriya / Deku
Genshin Impact:
Tartaglia/Childe X Lumine
Dragon Age Inquisition:
OC x OC (any genders)
Garrett x Fenris
Call of Duty:
Soap x Ghost
Overwatch:
Soldier 76 / Jack Morrison X Reaper / Gabriel Reyes
Nu Carnival:
Eiden x any clan member
I’m looking for something canon based but with our own plots incorporated, although I’m more than open to AU’s. While I love writing smut, I’d still adore some plot to be involved. Really I’d just like to brainstorm something that works for us.
I’d also be interested in the following dead dove 🕊️ fandomless plots:
Serial Killer X Victim
Teacher X Parent of student
Mafia Leader x FBI Agent
Prince X Knight
Cult Leader x Victim
Vampire x Human
Boss X Secretary
If interested please like this post and I’ll contact you, or directly DM this account.
Thanks! 👑
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