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♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻 ؛ 𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊
𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ bullying ﾉ pussy wedgie ﾉ wedgie ﾉ fondling ﾉ pussy inspecting ﾉ public indecency ﾉ humiliation ﾉ profanity
Bully Bakugou and how poorly he treats everyone around him.
He’ll shoulder barge and shove his way through the halls in between periods, curling his lip into a snarl if anyone dares address him as he stamps on their toes. He’ll wring his bag straps in between his sweaty palms, intimidating on lookers when they see tendrils of smoke billowing from the charred material, evidence of his brewing temper. The significantly weaker students fall prey to his avarice, cowering in fear as he picks them up from their ankles and shakes them like fish in a bag, chuckling with a “thought ‘cha said you didn’t have any on ya’?” as dimes of silver and bronze bounce out of their pockets and onto the floor. He doesn’t need their lunch money, he’s got plenty of cash, but he just can’t help himself from laughing when he drops the poor things right on their heads, brushing his hands clean of them as they cry out when their skulls meet the concrete with a cack.
In class, he’s no better. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not stupid by any means. In fact, he’s top of the class in most of his lessons, academically at least. But as always with Bakugou, when things get too easy, he gets bored. And when he gets bored, he gets destructive. Spit balls become scrunched up paper, then pencils, then mechanical pens, then compasses. It’s only until he inevitably gets scolded for almost impaling somebody from behind does he blow up. Swearing isn’t uncommon, along with the snark and name calling. On most occasions he’ll exit with a dramatic push of his chair, chucking it onto the floor before slamming the door shut, storming out with a murmured “fuckin’ old cunt” before flinging his bag against the lockers with a resounding clang, while he waits to be escorted to withdrawal.
Excluding his tight knit group of close friends, most tend to steer clear of the abrasive blonde in fear of losing their heads.
Apart from you, of course
He finds you to be a funny little thing. Like a mouse up against a bear when you turn to yell at him, cussing him out in front of everyone when he smushes you up against the wall during transition. The first time, he was only stunned. Shocked, to say the least. That one, somebody had actually dared stand up to him. And two, that that somebody happened to be a teensy little pipsqueak in a skirt and knee high socks.
He’s intrigued by you from the get go, wanting to know who you are, where you’re from, why he’s never seen you before. And soon enough, that interest begins to twist into something a little more than dangerous. Passionate, if you will.
A pattern arises, a schedule that he rarely deviates from. At break, he’ll elbow you into the lockers with a snide remark about your appearance. Lunch, he’ll barge his way into the food line, conveniently just a place ahead of you, always turning with a harsh side-eye when he picks up on your croons and complaints. After school, you’d write as the worst. An inconvenience that his route is not too different from yours. The jeers and shouts always come, along with the trash and rocks getting kicked up at your knees. And sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly devilish .. He’ll touch you.
He’ll touch you in all those harsh ways, grab your shoulder, ball the hem of your skirt in his greasy fists before hooking a thick, beefy bicep around your neck as you splutter. Whispering with hot, smoke ridden breaths into your ear as you scratch at the expensive watch clasped around his tanned wrist.
“Hey, squirt.”
“What do you want now, Bakugou? I need to go home.” You push at his arm, your feet clashing beneath you as your soles slip and slide over his shoes, rolling your ankles with uneven footing.
The rickety brush of gravel fills the otherwise desolate drive, a sound you’ll forever associate with moments like these.
“Yeah, I know. I gotta’ talk to you ‘bout summin’ first though.” His chest puffs against your shoulders, the sharp scent of sandalwood cleansing your nostrils with it’s acidity.
“What?”
He spins you around, face to face and toe to toe, looking down on you despite the fact you’ve had him by the balls since day one. “Fuck was that look today?”
“What?” You sound like a broken record at this point, still with that same dumbfounded and foolish expression, the one where your brows curl and your mouth gapes. He tells you you look stupid like that, but god knows it’s the most adorable little face he’s ever seen.
“That bitchy little side-eye you gave me in math.”
“I didn’t side-eye you.” This time, it’s your turn to barge him. Shoving past with a grimace as you swing your bag onto your other shoulder, making haste — only to be swept back again.
“Oh yes you fuckin’ did.”
Your bag is torn off of your back, left swinging between his fingers.
“Hey, give it back!”
In a split second decision, you lunge at him. Like a panther, you pounce, scratching and clawing at the brawny arm that shields you from your belongings.
He drops it on the floor in favour of grabbing you by the hair, bending you over and bowing you down until your forehead meets the pavement, digging loose stones into your skin. You look like a dog baying for scraps, crumpled at his feet by the scruff of your neck. His calloused digits squeeze the delicate tendons in your neck, making you yelp out a squeal.
“Now, listen here you little shit.” He squats down over you, the baggy pouch of his crotch practically resting atop your head. “Next time I see you give me a filthy fuckin’ look like that, I’ll punch your fuckin’ lights out. Got it?”
His words are spat with venom and sharpened to a point, giving no room for disagreement.
“Mhm.”
You assume this is your cue to get up, poising yourself on your hands and knees — up until an odd, tightening sensation tears through your middle. You squawk, snapping your head up with wide eyes like a skittish rabbit as the plain of your panties thins into a skinny strip, sinking into the pudge of your pussy lips and wrapping around your clit. The stringy fabric digs all the way into your crack, kissing the entrance of your scrunched asshole and creaking as Katsuki’s fists rips it up past the small of your back.
“Bakugou!” You shriek, already with two hands flailing and swatting at his arm behind you
He only smirks, trapping you in the confines of your own underwear as he pinches the hem of your skirt up. “Well, wouldja’ look at that.” He gives a low, prolonged whistle at the sight of your plush mound twitching and quivering around the crotch of your panties. “I always wondered what kind of pussy lips you had. Turns out, you’ve got the cute kind.” He snorts when you wail, legs quivering around his wrist as he pulls on one of your labia. “Very pretty little cunt you got there, huh squirt?”
“Ow, ow, ow! Bakugou, stop!” You yip, hopping up and down to ease the burn as he tugs on the waistband of your pants clutched in his fist, stringing you along like a puppet as the searing cotton rubs through the valley of your quim, pushing back and forth over your throbbing hole and clitty. He watches in awe, his mouth agape as he cocks his head like a curious child playing with a toy train, invigorated by the way your puffy slit contorts and flares.
After growing bored, he relents, letting the stretched elastic snap back against your hips.
“Remember what I said, yeah?”
You don’t hear him, to concerned with plucking the drenched piece of distorted fabric out of your nether regions.
“Hey.” He smacks the back of your head. “Remember what I fuckin’ said, yeah?“
“Ouch, yes.” You snap, soothing where his rendition of a “tap” nearly left a dent in your skull, leaning to pick your now scuffed backpack up off the ground.
“Good.” He checks his phone with a sigh, then his watch, before sauntering past. Shoulder barging you once again as though nothing had ever happened. “See you ‘round, bitch face.”
“Prick.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing..”
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bnha smut#bakugou#bakugou smut#katsuki bakugou#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou smut#bakugou katsuki smut#katsuki bakugou x female reader#bakugou x female reader#bakugou katsuki x female reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#ectologia
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❝𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓!❞
Shig is stuck at the single worst party of his life— until he spots that cutie from his biochem class.
warnings; dub/noncon, AFAB/FEM READER anal ref for like a second, unprotected sex, drunk/drugged reader, yandere-coded shig,, slut-shaming, incel-ish shig, dabi got too drunk and kinda screwed reader over, drugging(?), college au, i’m gonna redo this eventually, gross descriptions
a/n; this is my (late) secret santa gift and New Years present for the illustrious @mamayan !! i hope i did your dirty man justice, this was a part of @/ectologia’s amazing Secret Santa 2023 event they hosted!! both of these authors are big inspirations to me and i’m so glad i was able to be a part of this!
This New Years party was horrendously lame. shitty music, shitty lighting, shitty drinks; the whole thing was just an excuse for idiotic college frat douches to get wasted and fuck pretty little cheerleaders for the umptenth time.
Shigaraki watched with tepid interest as Dabi was cheered on by idiotic college students chugging his twentieth beer, scoffing as the drunk man raised his arms in triumph and let out a slurred war cry, already stumbling around. He was already sick of this place, the smell of pot and vomit burning his nostrils, just as he thought to dump his cheap booze away and kick rocks Dabi sauntered over to him, practically dragging another person with him.
Tomura felt his back immediately straighten, bloodshot red eyes widening as he saw your giggly attitude and cute little outfit. You were his shamefully massive crush from his chemistry class, the teacher’s student grader who left cute smiley faces and sweet memos on all his reports, always smiling and helpful and so so so kind to everyone. Shigaraki often got carried away staring at you during labs, watching as you bent over, how your lab coat was seemingly tightened just enough to where he can see your luscious curves, how your pretty hair falls so perfectly messy from your chaotic bun, ‘wonder how she’d look if i spread her out on this table—examine her..’
Dabi poked his chest harshly, a drunken grin plastered on his face as he held up in a mock chokehold, “lis’n h-hic!-here.. yer gonna take m’new girl n make sh-braap!-sure she ge’shome safe, kay?” Tomura rolled his eyes at his friend’s drunken speech, letting Dabi clap a hand on his shoulder to steady himself as he watched you giggle and pat Dabi’s back comfortingly. Your own cheeks were darkened and he could see the sway in your stance. Tomura couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion at Dabi’s declaration of you being ‘his new girl’ as he finally scoffed and pulled away, his frustration coming off as annoyance.
“Why am I in charge of your ‘new girl’?” he hissed, eyes narrowed. Your smile dropped and his gut wrenched at the sight knowing it was his fault, but he couldn’t help the little twitch of his cock at your glossy lips stuck in a cute pout. Dabi frowned and shoved the taller man harshly, stumbling a bit as he did, “dude fuck off, she’s jus’a sweet gal, wanna make sure she don’t get snatched up-hic!-I obvi’sly can’do it,” he chided, poking at Shigaraki’s chest. You interjected, pretty manicured fingers and bracket decorated wrists waving in protest, “no no no nonono, h-he don’t need to do that, ‘ll be f-fine!” you slurred and Tomura sighed, pinching his brows to hide the absolute jubilation he was experiencing. He couldn’t believe his luck— literally being hand-delivered the girl of his (wet) dreams on the shiniest of silver platters. He kept up the act, however, not wanting you to see his desperation, “nah, nah, you’re both stumbling like fucking morons, lemme go grab my shit,” he turned on his heels, calling over his shoulder, “go grab yours.” hearing your heels ‘click! click! click!’ off as you ran to get your cute purse.
“T-tomura I-ahh!” you whined and cried into your pillow, the fabric soaked and caked in your tears and makeup. You screamed as he pushed your back down into a sinfully painful arch, cock sloppily thrusting into your poor cunt. All you’d done is asked for help taking your massive heels off, bending down to untie the long, crossed straps as he snuck up from behind using his, very surprising, strength to grab and yank you up over his shoulder. You gasped and twisted, pounding on his back with your fists as he stumbled through your tiny apartment just off campus. It was only now that you regretted never agreeing to the on-campus dorms.
His whiny pants seemed to infect your very soul, bright red, bloodshot eyes staring down at you in such a creepy way, like he feared blinking would ruin his moment with you. Not like this was much of a fond moment being made, panties hanging off your ankle, shirt and bra ripped, literally ripped in half, hair frizzy and messy from his constant pulling and tugging. You felt disgusting; dizzy and nauseous, wet and gross with how loud your own pussy was squelching, the blunt ‘plap! plap! plap!’ of his balls against your puffy lips send chills of disdain and pleasure up your back, making your already jumbled brain that much more scattered.
He was so touchy, his clammy hands pinching and prodding at all your fat and curves, frantic in their path all over your sweaty skin. Shigaraki’s entire form was frantic, hips stuttering and basically humping you while his cock twitched wildly, arms and thighs quivering at he pinned you down, drool, literal spit, splattering against your face and neck as he openly crooned and moaned like a bitch in heat. You felt so violated as he praised your body, talking about ‘all those lonely nights’ and how he ‘spent so many labs with a hand down m’pants-“ god he was a fucking pervert.
You whined as his thumb found your clit, rubbing fast circles and sending a wave of pleasure through you, another wave of nausea following soon after as you bit back bile, there was no fucking way you were gonna cum from this degenerate raping you. But alas, try as you might your biology was working against you, thighs and cunt clenching around him and his cock as you neared your high. His laugh was cracks and hoarse as he leant down, greasy pale-blue hair tickling your nose as he licked a stripe up your face, drinking your tears, “mmfh—! fuck, y’gonna cum? huh?” he tried, rubbing tight circles onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. You thrashed in what little movement you could, sobbing and shaking your head, “N-NO, NEVER, YOU F-FUCKING PERV—“ he cut off your screams with a harsh swat to your pussy, causing a full body shake as you tipped over the edge.
Perhaps you would’ve been embarrassed if not blinded by the white-hot pleasure of your forced orgasm, mouth agape in a silent scream as your cum cremend his cock, creating a frothy ring of white at his base. Tomura giggled out a disgusting laugh, wiping the milky mixture and smearing it into your messy face, cooing at your disheveled appearance as he sped up his sloppy thrusts.
Just as you came down from your high, his hand suddenly pinned you back down by the neck, quickly cutting off any air as he whined above you, eyebrows creased as he fucked into your hot, messy pussy, “g-gonna cum— fill up y’pretty pussy,” he whined, using his thumb to softly poke and prod at both your lips and little puckered hole and causing you to jolt, tightening up around his again and sending Toura over to his own climax.
His ‘big o’ face was obscured by his tangled, dirty hair, a pathetically noisy groan resonating as he stilled inside you, pump after pump of warm, thick cum shot right in you. You cringed, so weak from your own finish that you did nothing but whine in protest as he slowly slipped his cock out, instantly jamming two of his lengthy fingers back in to keep his cum night and snug.
“Happy New Years, I—“
“fucking pervert.”’
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★SWEET★
Yandere! Dabi x Fem! Darling
Secret Santa 2023 Event!
Word Count: 4k+
Welcome to the Secret Santa Event, hosted by @ectologia (thanks for throwing this together ♡)
My Secret Santa is… @wilderuby ♥️ I hope you enjoy your Christmas present even if it’s not really Christmas themed~
cw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Fem! Reader • Yandere Themes • Stalking/BNE • Dubcon • Dabi • PIV • Fingering • Praise/Degradation • Kidnapping • Psychological • Dacryphilia
It keeps happening.
No matter how many times you’ve visited the local police station, or how often you knock on the door to your neighbor’s home, you keep finding them.
Innocently resting beside your head when you wake up, whether you sleep in your room, the living room, or even your bathroom, is a single red rose.
Never intact either, the delicate scarlet petals singed in one way or another, to the point now it seems to have become an art form. The dark veins running along inside the thin petals blackened until the rose takes on nearly a new color of ashen burgundy.
You went to the heroes, the police, your friends and family, and yet nothing has come about stopping it.
“It is odd but maybe it’s nothing?” Your friends had said, claiming it was seemingly harmless.
How could it truly be though? You locked your doors, all of them, from the front door to your bedroom door to putting padlocks on the windows. You’d awake to everything intact how you left it, not a single thing out of place… except the addition of a single burnt rose.
It was breaking you down mentally and emotionally at this point. Seemingly being haunted by a ghost, faceless and voiceless, no physical form to blame and scream at. You do scream though, after a year of it occurring despite all efforts—even moving to a new home in a different city. No matter what, when you wake up, there’s a rose. Whether you sleep in a hotel, your friend’s home, your parents, even on the damn subway.
There’s always a fucking rose. Every. single. morning.
It’s to the point where you stopped sleeping, staying up to see with your own eyes if you’re truly insane. You blink and it’s just there, even when you search, and search, and search. A rose, a little crispy, rests in front of you without fail.
It was possibly a new method of torture, but soon enough your nervous system no longer perceived it as a threat. You’d awake to the rose, roll over, and start your day. You stopped mentioning it to family and friends, and eventually it became as normal as breathing. You’d place the roses in a vase, comical at this point, and change them out weekly. A few you even preserved, out of sick humor more than actual appreciation. You’d be certain to mention you wanted no roses at your funeral, at least not red ones, and especially not scorched ones.
You became complacent, as you set your keys down upon entrance to your home, to see an entire bouquet of flowers resting on your kitchen counter. Singed red roses, and one singular black rose in the middle… this time there’s a card. A small folded note about the size of your palm, attached to a silken ribbon wrapped around the thin neck of the vase. Condensation slowly slid down the side of the intricate glass, and for some strange reason, your heart felt dread seeping into its core. Your blood felt icy and your farthest appendages chilled as you shakily lifted the delicate paper up. Several seconds ticked by as perspiration dotted your brow before you eventually sighed and unfolded the note.
Ready to come home, doll?
It was motionless in your home. Deathly silent and still but nonetheless your body shook as tears welled up in your eyes while the foreboding words registered with you. You were home, weren’t you? You knew that much. You also knew you’ve never been called the nickname doll a day in your life, at least by no person you knew.
Was it a joke? Your instincts screamed it wasn’t. You did a pathetic job of staying calm, dropping your keys noisily on the floor as you trembled and dropped to pick them up. You’d leave, stay somewhere else tonight and figure it out in the morning—
“Going somewhere?” You hadn’t head even a footstep. You could see in front of you now a pair a beat up leather boots. Dark jeans lazily bunched up around them with a few nicks and tears in the denim fabric. Your eyes continued up until you were staring at a man.
Bright blue eyes, framed by thick dark lashes, stared down at you. His skin was like patchwork, staples actually pierced through healthy looking flesh while connecting what looked like chard leather to it. His skin you realize after a moment. Some healthy, some burnt, while he stood casually over your crouched form with his hands shoved into the dark trench coat he wore over some ratty band t-shirt. You didn’t watch the news often, hardly ever since your stress was high enough dealing with your own issues, but you knew who this was.
What villain this was.
“Dabi…” you barely even breathed his name, almost inaudible despite your close proximity, but it seemed he heard just fine as a slow forming Cheshire grin spread his lips wide open, revealing his white teeth and sharp canines.
“What’s that doll? Y’look like you’ve seen a ghost, speak up, can’t hear ya down there.”
You were right to feel dread. This was likely the worst scenario possible, one you truly hadn’t even thought of. A notorious villain leaving roses for you? Who’d believe such a ridiculous thing? Even you were struggling to believe it.
“Th-the roses…?”
“Hn? Thought I said speak up.” The waning of his smile shouldn’t have your blood pressure spiking as it did, but you scrambled to speak louder as those violent blue irises blazed.
“Did you—uh, a-are the roses from you?” You slid back, nervous as he stepped forward, eye lids growing heavy as he settled for a smirk on his lips.
“Bingo.” He confirms, not a hint of shame or embarrassment in his laxidazical tone.
You heart hammered against your ribcage, eyes briefly leaving him to look at the bouquet on the counter, mind running faster than a hamster in a wheel. He seems fine just staring at you, expression unreadable besides shallow amusement. He’s giving you time to think, and something in your gut is telling you to tread with caution.
What does it mean to leave roses for over a year for you, every single day? No matter how difficult it was made to do?
Someone in love or someone with a grudge. He doesn’t look the part for either, but the bouquet and strange note having you leaning towards some kind of affection for you. However disturbingly he shows it.
Swallowing thickly, nails scraping on the tile floor, you give a wobbly smile.
“T-they’re very pretty… thank you.”
His eyes briefly widen, head tilting as he observes you with a keener interest than before.
“Yeah? Y’like ‘em, doll?” Doll, that nickname again, you wonder if that’s how he refers to you in his mind. You never likened your appearance to a doll.
You nod with a short jerk, smile still plastered even as your bottom lip wobbles minutely.
“I-I do,” it’s more nerve wracking to be staring up at him from the floor, so you make a show of moving incredibly slow, standing on fawn like legs as you reorient yourself with your own feet again. “You gave me a bouquet this time…” even standing you’re forced to tilt your head back to look at him.
“I did.” He confirms, and the sweat sliding down your spine begins to cool as you shiver. You keep wetting your dry lips, struggling to truly grasp how you’re supposed to get the hell out of this situation.
He seems to visibly enjoy your panic and nervous ticks, watching you pick at your nail bed while he makes you stew in confusion and unanswered questions.
What do you do when the country’s top villain stands in your kitchen? You don’t have a quirk that can compete with him and you sure as hell regret squandering the times your friend encouraged learning some self defense.
He’s not in a hurry it seemed either, leaning a hip against your counter while he continues to observe your every movement. His presence made the space around you appear smaller, like he was sucking the energy from the room.
“Are you…” you look down at your feet, “…going to kill me?”
He snickers, catching your gaze again as it flicks up briefly.
“Nope.” He pops the p with a smile.
You don’t feel relieved.
“Are you going to hurt me?” A better question in all honesty.
“Maybe, probably.” He admits casually, shrugging as if it can’t be helped.
Then the best question for the evening, one still festering in your mind, “Why me?”
The air shifts, the scent of smoke like a campfire, wafting over to you.
“Asked myself that question a lot,” he stands up straight, removing his hands from his pockets. He ignores your flinch, coming closer even as you backed up into the counter. “Asked what the fuck is so special ‘bout you,” he jabs a finger into your chest, eyes flaring as he immediately flattens his palm and lays it over your heart. “To make me like this.”
He smells like campfire and something with chemical undertones, his breath held traces of menthol and tobacoo.
“Y’know what conclusion I came to sweetheart?” The way he said sweetheart was laced with venom.
He’s so close you can feel the heat radiating off him.
“W-what?” You don’t really have an option but to ask. He looks manic, languid expression sharpening into something dark and terrifying as he smiles.
“That it doesn’t fuckin’ matter. That I can do whatever the fuck I want, when I want, how I want. Not you, the heroes, or the shitty cops can do a damn thing to stop me.” He leans back, face melting again into something akin to pure satisfaction.
“Why you? It’s your own fault, doll, should’ve tried harder not to catch my attention, don’t’cha think?” It’s like he’s mocking you, eager to get a rise from you as anger and humiliation burned in your soul.
You shook in rage. Fists clenched at your sides as you urged the tears in your eyes away. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry like this.
“You’re a fucking asshole.” He laughs as you bite out the insult, a deep belly laugh, nearly doubling over as if you’d told the funniest joke possible.
“Wrong move,” he fakes at wiping a tear, eyes crinkling at the corners before your scalp is suddenly on fire, a gasp yanked from your lips as you're hauled up and back to the floor. “Said I’d probably hurt ‘ya, didn’t think you’d sass me so early. That’s okay, I’m good at breaking people, fix that mouth real quick.” He murmurs, as if he’s not using your hair like a lead and making the tears you’d fought back so hard earlier fall.
“Hurts!” You grunt, now putting up a decent struggle as you fight back.
He ends that quick with a flick of his palm, blue flames lighting up your darkened kitchen and striking horror into your soul as he waves it around in your face.
“Think I won’t do it ‘cuz I won’t kill ‘ya?” He asks, his eyes matching the flames he produces, filled with a sick sort of glee.
“I’ll make your face look like mine if you keep acting up.” That shuts you down quickly, going limp even as he releases your hair to grip your arm, dragging you through your home with confidence to where everything is, going straight to your bedroom.
“W-wait—! Dabi please, I-I’m sorry,” he stops in your doorway, looking down at you with over-exaggerated sympathy.
“Poor thing,” he coos, no less gentle as he drags you to the bed and pushes you down. It’s a gentle landing, but your panic gives you energy as you try to quickly crawl away. He grips your ankle, his palm heating so quick you hardly realize you’d been burned until you screech, teeth clenched tight as you struggle to even breathe. It hurts so much.
Your will to fight ends as he climbs above you, shrugging off the trench coat and yanking his t-shirt over his head while grinning at you.
“Too early for cryin’ doll, that one won’t even scar.” He looks disappointed by that fact. “Now, I can be nice ‘n sweet if you’ll be good for me…or I can push your fucking face in the mattress and take you like a filthy whore. Pick or I’ll pick for you.” His shift in tone as he tells you to choose how he’s going to rape you instills a strange sort of hopelessness inside you.
He doesn’t care when the water works start up again, rolling his eyes as he watches you weep and tremble like he’s done anything worth crying over yet to you.
“Well babydoll? I’m so fuckin’ hard right now you won’t like the choice I make for you.”
“Sweet…” you’re all curled up like a kitten doused in water beneath him.
He’s unbuckling the belt around his hips, tugging the denim down and his boxers along with it as he grunts.
“C’mere” he all but growls, yanking you up again and pulling at your clothing, quick and efficient in stripping you despite your actions mimicking the nickname he’s given you. Acting like a doll in his embrace as he tosses each article of clothing you wore off to the floor until you were down to your bra and panties. He’s yanking at your bra first, eyes greedily drinking you in as he leaves your top bare finally.
You sniffle pathetically, any attempt at hiding yourself useless as he uses his knees to knock yours open, fitting himself in between as he messily licks two fingers and shoves aside your panties to rub at your folds.
“Hgn!” Your eyes open wide as he crassly works two fingers into your dry cunt, his saliva barely enough to grant him access to the tight confines. “D-Dabi—,” your nails are digging into his arms, tearing at a seam of staples and causing a few small trails of blood to stream, but he’s too focused on you to truly mind.
“Y’asked for sweet doll, means you need to relax and let me in,” he explains, like he’s not stretching you open and jabbing his thick digits inside you despite your weak protests and groans of pain.
Your body gives way to the intrusion after a few minutes, adrenaline fading and leaving you almost exhausted as your cunt lubricates itself to ease his passage.
“There ‘ya go,” he murmurs almost hoarsely, letting you go when he sees you’re being obedient enough and using that freed hand to grip his leaking cock.
Your eyes track his movement, watching him grasp the thick appendage hanging heavy between his legs.
You note before even his size the piercings, not just one or two but a multitude lined his cock like a weapon more than a sexual organ.
Dabi notes the hitch in your breath and where your eyes lay, proudly running his thumb over the ladder of piercings up the spine of his shaft to the tip where two small stainless steel balls rested.
“Scared?” He teases, relaxing himself as he jerks his cock and relieves a little of the ache which had been building in his balls. Curling his fingers up, you gasp in surprise at the pleasant feeling which accompanies the action.
“Nah, you ain’t scared, doll. Not a coward, y’would’ve run a long time ago but you stayed ‘cuz you like this. You like knowing someone is out there willing to do anything to have you,”
“I don’t—,” he cuts you off with a sharp thrust up, pressing into the rough textured spot along your gooey walls.
“Shh, y’should know I don’t like liars, especially not ones who get exposed by their cunt dripping all over the bed.” His smile is filthy, lecherous gaze running along your sweaty exposed skin as he just keeps hitting that spot inside which makes your toes curl.
“P-please stop, Dabi I can’t—,”
“Still lying?” He asks, more amused than angry as you try your best to twist away from the pleasure now wracking your body.
“How’s this doll? You drop the Dabi bullshit n’say Touya when you’re about to cum, okay? Y’listening?” He stops working himself over, freeing his hand again to tap your cheek and catch your clouded watery gaze.
“Try it out.” He orders softly, sweetly, like he’s trying to be gentle but the way his fingers fuck you is anything but sweet or kind. The loud lewd squelching exactly as he said earlier, a confession to how much your body at least enjoyed his careless attention.
You huff, mouth opening to choke on a moan as he adds another finger, fingers wrapping around his wrist where they attempt to halt the sudden oversensitivity inside you.
If anything he jams his fingers inside you harder.
“T-Touya!” You hope he’ll stop. Hope he ends this strange psychological torture as your stomach coils up tight.
He doesn’t, Dabi merely groans in delight and chuckles over you, leaning down to slot his lips over yours in a kiss as messy as he’s making you down below.
His soft top lip is contrasted by the rough feeling of his bottom, but his kiss is hot and you can taste the menthol now. His scent is strong, and you catch a hint of his natural odor beneath the smoke and tobacco. Your cries are silenced by his lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you open to complain. You shiver as you feel the drag of a piercing on his tongue, the light touch somehow more erotic. He parts sloppily, saliva connecting your lips for a moment before you flinch as he spits in your mouth.
“Open your fucking mouth.” The tone he uses and language are harsh, and you tearily do as instructed. “Stick out your tongue.” He murmurs a bit more nicely this time, humming in approval as you obey with shaky hesitation.
You won’t hesitate soon enough, if he has anything to do about it. He’ll make his words gospel in your cute brain and have you eager to listen to his every command.
Dabi lets his spit hit your tongue slowly, watching you pant like a dog with your tongue out as he brings you closer and closer to your release. The way your walls clamp around his fingers and constrict makes his cock weep to sink inside you already. “Touya—!”
You cum when he finally allows you to swallow, gushing and throwing your head back while he fucks you through it, laughing as you tense up and beg for mercy and try to escape the pleasure he’s delivering relentlessly.
“Good fuckin’ girl, say my name baby, let me hear it.” Dabi nearly loses it himself watching you shatter, eyes wide and wild as he keeps going. “Touya pl-please…hn!” You keen almost like you’re in pain, fingers digging into his shoulders now while your legs kick out.
“Y’asked for sweet, doll, means you get to cum as much as you want tonight.”
That wasn’t what you’d thought it meant, even as you choke and cum again, this time more softly as he slows his furious pace to something manageable now.
Dabi smiles at the fucked out expression you now wear, pliant in his hold as he maneuvers your body, hoisting your legs up and pressing them to your chest as you whimper in protest.
“You can stay nice ‘n pretty like this doll, doing so good f’me.” He’s not very assuring as he murmurs to you while positioning the weapon he’s armored on his cock at your dripping entrance, tapping his tip a few times on your puffy clit as you moan and twitch, view perfect to watch how he slicks himself up. “T-Touya…” he moans as he catches on your entrance only to slip up, eyes looking at your face as he licks his lips and tries again, enjoying the soft warm feeling of rubbing on your cunt.
“Yeah doll? Need somethin’?” He grins, his cock finally breaching that tight ring of muscle that lets him sink into your hot welcoming depths. “Fuck, been dreaming ‘bout this cunt for so long. Y’know how many times I’ve had to just cum on your sleeping face instead of fucking you? All the times I could’ve just woken you up and had you?” He moans, laughing at the horrified and almost strangled look you gave him, his chest vibrating with a laugh as you mewl like a cat in heat when the first row of piercings sinks into you. “Like ‘em baby? Fuckin’ looks like you do, they feel good in your little pussy?” He moans again when you accidentally bare down on him, the tightness increasing painfully as you whine when his piercings dig in too much.
“Easy doll, let me in,” he murmurs, dark hair falling into his face as he braces above you with one arm, lithe muscles taunt as he works his hips a little at a time into you, enthralled with how you fit around him enough not to slam himself inside all at once.
When the top balls of his piercings kiss up against your cervix, you’re ruined, face a mess as you struggle to adjust to the stretch and sensations.
“S’too much, Touya—” you can only cling to him, eyes drawn to where he’s sunk his entire fat cock into your depths, the way your body contorted giving you the best view.
Your words have the opposite effect though, his groan guttural as he drags himself out, drunk on the feeling of your pussy and lost to it.
“Keep sayin’ my fuckin’ name, lemme hear ‘ya scream babydoll,” you go to protest again, when he slams each inch back into you, the ribs along his cock now working in tandem with his thrusts, effectively shutting you up as you squeal and dig your nails into his shoulders for purchase.
Dabi fucks you hard and deep, speed unnecessarily to keep the air from your lungs as each thrust feels like it’s hitting up in your stomach, the pain and pleasure blending until you aren’t sure if it truly hurts or not.
He sets a steady rhythm, watching your body shake each time he lets his hips fall like a hammer, seeing his cock swallowed each time by your greedy cunt until he’s delirious at the sight.
“Pretty fucking slut, look how your pussy takes me.” He’s spewing filth at you, but when it should offend, it instead makes you burn hotter, his name falling from your swollen pouty lips like a chant.
“This cunt want me to breed it? Fill your pussy full until you can’t take anymore?” You shake your head in denial, unable to truly form words anymore as he picks up his pace, fucking you hard enough to make your headboard slam into the wall. Each thrust accompanied by a symphony of wet slapping, his balls tapping your ass each time his groin kisses your own. “Bet it does, huh doll? This greedy little cunt keeps begging for more.” He loves the dichotomy between your sloppy pussy and the way you shake your head. “No? Y’sure doll? Think it does. Don’t like lyin’ baby, remember? You want me to punish you?” You shake your head again, a bit frustrated when he slows, letting you feel all of him inside you like this, his weight keeping you pinned.
“Shakin’ your head ain’t an answer doll, I’ll be nice ‘n give you another chance, but I expect a fucking a verbal answer this time.” He’s like a light switch. Either on or off but much more terrifying when he flips it on, eyes and voice menacing as you cough and answer in a husky voice. You don’t want to test him on the punishment, truly you don’t, as your ankle still fully throbs in the back of your mind as a reminder of what he’s capable of and who he is.
“I-I like h-how you do it now…” he cocks a brow, sinking deep and then pressing even further so you whine and try to push back further into the bed.
“Y’like how I’m fuckin’ you now? That it, doll?” You go to nod before remembering his warning, swallowing thickly and voicing a soft agreement.
“Hmm… then y’oughta say it, right? Tell me how good I’m fuckin’ this pussy.” He growls, bright blue eyes lighting up as you moan, his pace increasing again as you blabber out whatever nonsense you can to satisfy him. Whatever would make him be sweet, because you have a feeling you don’t want him any other way.
“S-so good! Mhn, f-feels so good Touya, pl-please, ah,” he’s being too rough, your eyes watering and tears spilling as he drills into you, but even still you feel yourself close to coming again as those piercings rub perfectly inside you.
Dabi lifts up, letting your legs fall to either side of him as he grips both your hips tight and fucks you more aggressively. Jackhammering into your gummy walls like he’s eager to imprint the shape of his cock inside you, mouth open and brows furrowed while he groans feeling you tense up again, this time around his dick.
“T-Touya—! M’coming, oh fuck—!” You look painfully suprised when you realize how much it all becomes as you cum, the peircings becoming more prominent as you spasm and clamp down on him, eyes rolling back as your vision slightly blurs.
“Yeah y’are doll, fuck, that feel good? Looks like it did.” He chuckles, chest swelling with a deep satisfaction as he fucks you harder despite your weak whines, overstimulated cunt begging for a break despite how he bullies himself inside you.
“Tell me where you want it,” he’s close, panting and overheating even as he nears his end.
“N-not inside…” he laughs at the soft reply, thrusts only getting deeper as he resorts to simply humping into you for friction after you tighten up so much it hurts to go harder.
“Can’t pull out though doll, look how tight you’re gripping my cock.” You aren’t paying attention, mindlessly moaning as he finally gasps and cums, cock twitching deep inside you and filling you up despite your earlier request.
He nearly collapses on you, chest rising and falling quickly as he regains his breath and relaxes on your soft chest for a moment to recouperate.
When he’s caught his breath, he leans up, slowly pulling out and watching his heavy load immediately spill from your hole.
“Tsk,” he uses two fingers to scoop up what dribbled out, stuffing it back into you as you sleepily huff and press a hand against his chest.
You’re helpless to stop him, too exhausted to fight more and figuring it better to let him have his way than risk his wrath right now.
Once he’s satisfied he’d stuffed you back up well enough, Dabi is quick to leave the bed and begin redressing, speaking casually with you despite your lack of answering.
You watch the villain act as if nothing had occurred, face the same smug arrogant grin when you’d first spotted him.
It’s when he returns his attention to you that fear begins to trickle back into your blood stream.
He seems to notice too, smile growing with your apprehension.
“Now doll,” he crosses back to where you’ve sat up and covered yourself with a blanket, weary gaze locked with his.
“Ready to come home?”
Then it’s dark, your vision going out with your consciousness as Dabi catches you in his arms, dragging your limp figure from the bed and into his arms quickly.
He’s kind enough to wrap you in a sheet as he takes your house keys and phone, shoving them in his pocket as he leaves your place with you in his embrace.
He whistles on his way home, a bit eager to see your expression when you wake.
He figures you’ll learn to like your new home once you realize you’re never leaving it.
He even decorated for the season, the tree a little burnt but he’s sure you’ll appreciate the sentiment.
Dividers/@cafekistune
#Secret Santa 2023#BNHA#MHA#Bnha Dabi#mha Dabi#touya todoroki#Touya todoroki x reader#Dabi x reader smut#dabi x fem! reader smut#dabi smut#bnha smut#mha smut#yandere#yandere dabi#yandere dabi smut#yandere x reader#bnha yandere#fem! darling
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Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! villain!Hawks, f!Reader, non-con, taken captive, elements of necrophilia, murder, blood, bondage, forced orgasm, unprotected and rough p in v, Hawks is an ass here, minors absolutely do not interact - a kitten dies if a minor reads this!
Synopsis: Hawks has some "fun" with you after catching you spying for the Commission
A/N: this story was written for @lewed and it's a contribution for the Secret Santa event hosted by a wonderful @ectologia
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Pain. As you slowly opened your eyes, it was the first sensation that greeted you — burning, irresistible pain spreading throughout your body.
The surroundings were dark, and you found yourself uncertain of whether you were still alive or perhaps already dead. Attempting to move, you realized the cold sensation around your wrists indicated the presence of some form of handcuffs.
"Marlene!" You whimpered quietly. "Marlene!"
There was no response, only a lingering, eerie silence.
You tried to move, but you couldn't — your legs felt numb, and you were tethered to some metallic structure. Your entire body ached; every attempt to shift, every shallow breath, was accompanied by pain.
Suddenly, a metallic lock clicked open with a key, and a stream of light flooded the room for a moment before disappearing as a tall, dark silhouette stepped in, closing the door. A few seconds later, a dim light illuminated part of the room as two old lamps hanging on either side of the door flickered to life.
You caught sight of him, and your blood turned icy cold.
Thick combat boots, dark pants paired with a fitted black t-shirt adorned with golden patterns, and a pair of massive red wings.
You shook your head, still reluctant to believe your own eyes. "Where's my friend?" you inquired anxiously.
"She's alive," came the calm response from the man with red wings.
A glimmer of hope sparked in your eyes. "Can I see her?"
There was a measured pause before the answer, "If you cooperate."
Your dry, blink-filled gaze met his. His emaciated face betrayed no hint of the intentions behind those words.
Hawks observed as you settled into the discomfort, bound wrists and ankles causing a persistent ache. The worry emanated from you, a palpable scent of pungent sweat, akin to a cornered prey navigating the uncertain terrain.
Hawks fixed his gaze on you for an extended moment, a silent observer in the dimly illuminated room cast by the faint light of aged lamps near the sturdy metal door.
Slowly, he withdrew to the room's shadows, disappearing momentarily. Amongst a collection of cartoon boxes, a triumphant grin crossed his face as he discovered his sought-after item – a hefty hammer. Returning to your vicinity, he playfully toyed with the ominous tool in his grasp.
"Please, let me go. I won't breathe a word to anyone," you pleaded, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure.
His grin widened, feathers rustling slightly. "Oh, I wish I could, little one. But we've stumbled upon a problem. You and your best friend have gotten a bit too close to the truth about me and my colleagues from the League. Weren't you warned about the dangers of working for the Commission?”
“Please, I swear I won't tell anyone…”
Takami approached you with a frown, his golden eyes bearing a weight of seriousness and intrusion. With a rough hand, he tightly pulled back your hair. "I've made it clear before – cooperation is the only ticket out of the mess you've landed yourself in.” He set the hammer down.
"Please," you implored, devoid of weapons or the freedom of your limbs. Contemplating the distance, a fleeting thought of a potential headbutt crossed your mind. Standing could be an advantage. However, all these options dissipated as a tear traced down your cheek. His hand, not occupied with your hair, coiled around your neck, constricting your airflow. A soft sound escaped you, but as his grip weakened, you hastily gulped in air.
"Good girl. Breathe while you still can," he remarked, his hand tenderly patting back your hair, while your eyes held a bitter scorn.
"Please, take me to my friend. What have you done with her?" you pleaded.
"Oh, she's safe. For now," Hawks declared, rising to his full height.
Your eyes scrutinized the young man, assessing every detail. There was a darkness in his aura, a stark contrast to the times when Hawks, the former Pro Hero Number Two, was known for helping people. Something had transpired between him and the Commission, and the Hawks people once adored had transformed into a ruthless villain, now one of the most perilous figures in Japan.
Hawks firmly gripped you under the armpits, drawing you in close. Thick ropes of chain encumbered your feet, challenging your balance. Your wrists and ass clung to the pole you were tethered to, seeking stability as the shackles jingled against the unforgiving metal pillar.
His presence pressed down on you, and you cowered beneath its weight. A hand delicately traced your jaw, toying with your dry and rough lips under his thumb. “When I tell you what I want, you’ll do exactly as I say. You wouldn't want to witness the way darkness emanates from me when I command it, girl. Mind your tone and follow my instructions. Once I'm content with you, I'll allow you to see your friend," the former hero warned.
Your whimper lingered as his thumb persisted, applying pressure to the edge of your lip. It delved in, moistening against your tongue as it pressed against the intrusion.
“Suck,” he commanded.
You vehemently shook your head in defiance, resisting against him. The notion of biting his thumb crossed your mind, perhaps even snapping it off. You strained to lean your head back, attempting to evade his grasp.
“Don’t try anything. If you do, I hurt her,” Hawks warned with an amused grin glued to his lips.
Your eyelids descended, halting an approaching flood of tears. Sealing your mouth around his digit, you sucked as per his request. His thumb pressed in deeper, and you complied.
"Good girl, yes. That'll do quite well. Now, back on your knees," he directed.
You obeyed, using your bound hands to steady yourself as you half-fell.
Hawks nonchalantly undid his belt, followed by his button and zipper. Darkened briefs emerged where the trousers opened in a V, and his hand slid beneath the band. “Now, open your pretty mouth for me, babybird.”
You followed his command, extending your tongue forward, a queasy sensation building within you.
"Excellent," he remarked, his hand delving beneath the thin fabric of his briefs, gradually revealing his long, veiny dick, slightly curved upward.
"Please, don't… What more do you want? We can erase all the intel we gathered!” you begged pathetically.
"Shut up, whore," he commanded, stroking his growing member. "I don't want anything but this from you. It might be the only thing you're good for, I think. Lick," he instructed, rubbing the reddened, swollen tip of his dick against your tongue. "Wet your tongue again for me, babybird."
You swallowed and opened your mouth wide once more.
He positioned himself against you, and your lips instinctively sucked. A salty bitterness lingered on your palate as your curious tongue explored the head of his cock.
Hawks hissed as the tip of your tongue flicked the sensitive part of his frenulum underneath. "That's right," he affirmed, pushing in deeper, causing your cheeks to bulge. Takami ran his slim fingers through your hair, keeping you steady on his cock. Pulling out just enough to watch saliva stretch from your lips to his shaft, he thrust back in, repeating the motion until you emitted a desperate noise, gagging yourself on his dick.
"Good girl. That's enough of that for now. You just saved your girlfriend from a beating. She'll appreciate that when she wakes up from her last one." Takami grinned as he rubbed the tip of his erection across your swollen lips, wiping away a fallen tear from your cheek before moving behind you. He worked at the shackles around your wrists.
You felt them loosen and drop, but his hand replaced them, gripping you firmly. He pulled you against the pole, the cold metal burning your neck. As he lifted the white shirt from your torso, you pleaded with the faceless hands to stop. The room vanished momentarily as the shirt passed over your head, landing on the floor beside you. Then, your hands were locked together once more, this time in front of you.
You shivered as the cold air filling the room grazed your exposed, bruised skin.
The restraints around your ankles were skillfully loosened with a series of subtle clicks. Your uniform pants were swiftly discarded, followed by your cotton panties, leaving you bare except for the metal-clad bindings around your wrists as you resumed your kneeling position.
A palpable shift in the room's atmosphere ensued.
Hawks, charged with desire, was visibly electrified. His engorged and reddened member pushed back into your mouth, eliciting a moan from him. "You look stunning with your mouth full of my cock," he murmured, reaching down to play with a nipple between his fingers. "And you're damn good at it." His fingers tenderly smoothed your tousled hair as he guided himself deeper into your throat. "Do you ever do this for your boyfriend, if you have one? No? But I bet you fantasize about it. Yes?" He chuckled, reveling in his revelation after your tongue flexed under the weight of his dick. "I knew it! Your boyfriend is a good boy, huh? Just the missionary routine, not letting you explore, even though deep down, you crave it. It's okay, you can imagine I'm him. I'm sure you already are, judging by how wet you're getting. Just picture me as him, but on a wild ride, eager to try something new.”
Slimy fluids trickled from your pussy, tracing a path down your thigh, the disloyal testament of desire slicking your inner folds.
His fingers continued their dance, skillfully teasing your erect nipples, each touch met with an eager response. A sharp squeeze on the left elicited a cry from you, and as he knelt before you, he drew the aching nub into his mouth. "What makes you climax, babybird? Tell me. I want it to be as pleasurable for you as possible!"
A whimper escaped your lips as his calloused finger glided through your folds, everything feeling unsettlingly taboo. A part of you yearned to resist, to break free and escape. Yet, a more primal instinct responded to his calculated touches, a primal need for closeness with a male that seemed to overpower your rational mind, corrupting it.
A creeping finger eased into your pussy. "You're so wet and tight, just look at that. Didn't want to give me a blowjob, but it's obvious it got you excited," he remarked. A second finger joined the first, curving against the walls of your vagina. The pressure felt both pleasurable and unsettling.
"Do you enjoy that, babybird?" he inquired.
You squirmed away, finding yourself seated on the floor.
He pressed your arms over your head, taking in the sight of your breasts. The supple flesh swayed like ripples on water. With one hand gripping his throbbing length and the other on your hips, he guided the two to meet. "You're making the right choice, obeying me, Y/N. I'll bring you to your friend soon. Just one more thing I need you to do for me." The head of his penis entered you gradually, a delectable stretch spreading through you.
The mingling sensations of pleasure and pain raced through you like wildfire. The boundary between anger and passion blurred, akin to smoke and cloud intertwining. "N-no," you cried, attempting to push him away by pressing your feet against his thighs.
He huffed as he thrust fully inside you, easily bottoming out. His wings fluttered as arousal overcame him. "Fuck, you're so tight, holy shit. Almost feels like you're a virgin."
An involuntary moan escaped your lips, and you cursed yourself for that.
"I just need you to do one more thing for me, babybird. I want you to cum for me. I know you can do it, little bitch."
Your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening to spill. His heated and girthy member glided in and out of your drenched pussy. The unforgiving concrete pressed against your back, each forceful thrust leaving bruises as he relentlessly drove you into the ground.
Hawks restrained your arms by holding your wrists above your head, his dominant hand skillfully working your clit. “Fuck, fuck, yes, little dove, I love how your pussy is clenching around me. You're such a good babybird.”
You futilely cursed at him, weakened by the onslaught of physical pleasure. His erection completely filled your pussy, allowing him to penetrate deeply from this angle. Despite the way he mercilessly circled your clit with his thumb, you resisted the urge to wrap your bloodied feet around him and ride his dick back. The struggle not to climax intensified as he sensed your unraveling, cruel laughter escaping him.
"Will your boyfriend ever fuck you like this? No, he'd probably be too gentle," Takami panted between words, thrusting into you with an unrelenting pace. "A girl like you craves it rough, needs it like this. A girl as scarred and desperate as you wants to feel something. A good girl always wants to be damaged. If you want to see your friends and family again, you'll cum on my cock.”
Frustration escaped your lips in a scream. Your ass throbbed, and your core pulsated with proximity to climax. The images of your friend and boyfriend flashed in your mind, intensifying your inner turmoil. In the dimly lit room, through tear-filled eyes, Hawks' face remained elusive. Your juices squelched, trickling down your sensitive skin to your asshole.
"You're holding back. Cum, and I'll take you to your girlfriend. Cum for me." Takami kissed your breasts, fingers maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, a friction you secretly enjoyed.
Your hips surged upward uncontrollably, and you were cursing the duplicity of your own desires and pussy.
"I told you to cum for me." He struck your face, the impact strong enough to briefly black out your senses.
Impatient, Hawks groaned, his throbbing cock signaling an impending climax. He dispatched a few feathers from his wings, their sharp edges slicing your skin on the shoulders and calves in an attempt to rouse you.
A loud hiss escaped your lips as the sharp cuts decorated your skin, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-no, I don't... want to! Please! Please, don't cum in! I'm begging you! Please!’ you tried to move away but he slapped your face again.
A warmth surged through you, an irreversible tide that swept away any chance of retreat. Suppressing your moans, you felt your core tighten around him, forcing him through a final series of thrusts before he climaxed within your rhythmically clenching pussy. Your orgasm, though unexpected and unwelcome, was all-encompassing. Legs shaking, abdomen twitching, you writhed beneath his touch, attempting to muffle the sounds of pleasure, aware that he observed the explosion of pleasure within you. The sneer of his release transformed into a cruel smile.
"I knew you wouldn't be entirely worthless to me," he remarked, tucking his member away once again.
"That's so sad."
"W-what's sad?" you asked, still catching your breath. "You promised I'd be able to see my friend. Where is she?"
Hawks, unbothered by your voice and a wet stain on his pants from your combined releases after he retracted his cock, sent one of his feathers to illuminate the room while switching the lights on.
It was then that you saw her — your friend, lifeless, naked and hanging upside down on the opposite wall, her ankles bound to the ceiling, her torso gruesomely cut from throat to vagina.
The echoes of your own screams reverberated in your ears, but the voice seemed alien, almost primal — like that of a wild animal.
Hawks approached the suspended lifeless body and callously slapped the vagina of your deceased friend. "She wasn't as cooperative as you. Unfortunately, we had to eliminate her."
Tears streamed down your face as you choked on your own sobs, struggling against the metal restraints binding your wrists. "Why! Oh God! Oh God! Marlene!"
Hawks explained, "She didn't want to listen," just as the metal door swung open. “Such a waste. I wasn't aware that preserving one's virginity was still a concern in today's girls' world. But I must say she was fucking delicious. Not as much as you, of course.”
Entering the room was none other than Dabi, casually leaning against the wall, observing the macabre scene. "Came to check what's taking you so long, birdbrain.”
"I was reuniting our lovely Y/N with her friend. She was a good, obedient girl to me, so I decided to reward her."
Dabi furrowed his brow, rolling his eyes a little. "Memory cards, birdbrain," he reminded.
Hawks casually retraced his steps to your discarded clothes, rummaging through the pockets of your uniform pants. He retrieved two SD cards and handed them to Dabi.
The scarred villain ventured further into the room, reaching for a Nikon camera on one of the shelves. "Can't wait to get off to this little tape tonight," he chuckled, shooting you a cold glance.
A lump formed in your throat. They had recorded everything — every violation inflicted by Hawks, every involuntary response of your body. Dread enveloped you.
“Please…” you whispered.
Hawks gave Dabi a look, and the other villain nodded.
"Shush, shush, shush," Dabi cooed, crouching next to you, sizing your face with his hand, turning it more to inspect it. "Don't cry. This little tape will be sent to your dad in Kyoto, a small keepsake of you. He'll be able to see your last moments. How his precious, little daughter, working so proudly in the Hero Public Safety Commission was taking villain's cock like a cheap whore. I'm sure he'll be proud."
"What... Please, please!" Your voice rose in desperation. "Please! I won't tell anyone. I can spy for you, I can do whatever you want. Please!"
Dabi observed you with amusement. "Isn't she the sweetest?" He cast a sidelong glance at Hawks before leaning forward to lick the tears off your reddened cheeks.
You winced, trying to crawl away.
Dabi grinned and rose, exiting the room. "Just don't leave a mess here. I'm not keen on cleaning up after you, birdie."
As the metal door closed, you whined like a wounded animal. Instinctively, you knew you weren't going to make it out of this situation alive.
Hawks approached you, ruffling your hair. "You were a good girl. I want you to know that."
"Please," you tried once again. "Please, free me."
He smiled at you. "I'm freeing you."
A swooshing sound filled the air, and the next moment, you were suffocating with your own blood, unable to draw a breath. The blood quickly poured down your chest through the cut throat, and soon your head hung lifelessly to the side.
Hawks lingered for a moment, watching your lifeless body. He couldn't resist slipping his hands down and between your legs, rubbing your still warm and slick folds, pushing his finger in one last time. "Such a waste," he murmured, licking his fingers clean before getting up. He used the hammer he had earlier picked up to crush the phone he retrieved from the pocket of your uniform trousers. Following that, he doused your body, as well as your friend's, and the floor in gasoline before igniting it with his lighter.
Whistling happily under his breath, he left the room and ascended the metal stairs, leaving everything that had transpired behind, not bothering to turn around even once.
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TRAINRIDE
#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER
A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing
+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)
#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so
tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia
Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.
It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.
Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.
The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.
He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.
Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.
Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.
In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.
He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.
The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.
“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.
Then him, of course.
Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.
Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.
You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.
“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.
“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.
Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.
“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.
“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.
“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.
“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.
Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.
“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.
But they were all too preoccupied to care.
“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.
You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.
“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.
Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.
“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.
He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.
His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.
Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.
“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.
You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.
“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.
Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.
“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.
Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.
Not after him.
Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.
He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.
Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.
A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.
He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.
Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.
DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.
#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#dabi fanfic#dabi smut#bnha x reader#reader x dabi#dabi fic#bnha smut#[ deadoves— ☆]#[ output—☆ ]#old request#awe i hope this anon somehow finds this lol#ft a corny ass joker line LEAVE ME ALONE
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The Devil Looks So Pretty When He´s You
My Secret Santa gift for @naughtygobbo, I really hope you like it 💕
Dabi x fem!reader
Navi.
Warnings: mdni can be read as (questinable) cnc or dub/noncon, praise and degradation, one slap against reader's thigh (light slaps against her pussy), he calls her names (e.g. slut and whore), barely any aftercare like honestly just like cuddling the reader after potentially traumatising her (but at least there's some aftercare ig), lots of crying (incl. a little bit of crying afterwards), dacryphilia (only during sex though), a bit of a toxic relationship this one
Notes: this is for @ectologia 's secret santa event. Thank you for letting me participate 💕
Wordcount: 1.5k
He was Lucifer incarnate. A heart burned in his chest with such ferocity that it could consume whole cities, and his face seemed an artist´s dream chiselled unto marble. Whoever had created him, must have looked unto Icarus´ graceful fall; a face full of sublime and captivating anguish; and thus, had made him the one you now call your love.
And yet, with all his beauty, and his pain and his adoration for you, he was so cruel.
His tongue on your heat made you gasp, and it felt so good you thought you were dying. Of course it felt good. No one but him could make you feel like you were transcended. But still, your lashes caught on tears, and you blinked them away, scared of what he would do if he noticed them. He'd love them, in the same twisted way that he loved you.
You bit your lower lip to suppress a sob threatening to break out. Did you really want this? There was a memory trying to break through your clouded mind, but when his fingers pressed inside you, it fled again.
Only slowly did they return: hazy images of you trying to fight his grip on you as he had pulled you to your shared bedroom. You were unsure, but you could swear you had cried out when he had pounced on you like a man starved.
Then again, did you really care when he looked so beautiful between your legs?
Finally, your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm rippled through your body. He hummed appreciatively against you core and the vibrations sent shots of unbearable pleasure through you.
"No, stop, s'too much," you mumbled, trying to push his head away.
“No, stop, s´too much,” Dabi mocked you. He slapped your thigh and you froze, but his grin only darkened. Your heart sped up, pounding so hard you had to press your hands against your chest to calm yourself.
"C´mon, you were so cute just now, baby, don't you fucking ruin this for me," he rasped.
"M'sorry."
"Naw, of course you are." He crawled up your body to pinch your cheeks mockingly. “My baby´s always fucking sorry, isn´t she?”
Your breath hitched at the sight above you. Even with how he was treating you now, he was beautiful to you. He forever would be. You couldn´t help but simply stare at him.
“Hey, you still here?” He tapped your face. "C´mon dollface, want you to be present when I fuck you."
You pouted and shook your head.
"I'm tired, Dabi."
He shrugged.
"I don't care. You'll take it like the good girl you are, hm?" he cooed condescendingly. Gently, he spread you lower lips to guide his cock against your twitching hole. At first, he only rubbed himself against your cunt, watching amused as you squirmed and whined at the sensation. Only when he had his fill did he start to press into you with a low groan.
"No, Dabi," you whined, eyes squeezing shut again at the sensation of his length stuffing you full.
"Fuck, just like that." He completely ignored your whines, pushing deeper and deeper until he had finally reached as deep as he could get. A satisfied rumble emanated from his chest.
Finally, he spared you a quick glance and he couldn´t help but chuckle at the pitiful sight in front of him.
"Ah, you're too good to me, baby," he told you, wolfishly grinning at the wince you let out once he rolled his hips against you.
He settled for slow and deep movements, just how he knew you liked - on other days, at least. Appreciative hums escaped his lips with every inward thrust, his head nearly lolling forward with how your walls gripped him just right.
He frowned when he saw how your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes squeezed shut, little droplets running down from them.
"C'mon baby look at me," he murmured, gently brushing away some of your tears, "'s no fun fucking you if you're not really there." He kissed your wet cheeks - "s´it really that bad?" You bit your lips and nodded. "Can't really blame me though, can you? Can´t blame me for having my way with you, hm?" His fingers found your clit, stroking in tandem with his thrusts, "-you just look so fucking cute when you're helpless. You know that."
A moan escaped you and he couldn't help but speed up, his hips finding yours in rhythmic slaps that drove you closer and closer to your orgasm. Grunts left his lips every time he drove his cock into your heat.
Dabi only slowed down when your back arched and a cry left your lips. However, as cruel as he was, the break he granted you was brief at best. He thrived on your sweetest of agonies, aching to see you break - die - for him over and over again. Just á la petite mort.
He gently smacked your clit a few times and the torturous touch sent shivers down your spine. A broken sound somewhere between a sob and a moan left your lips and Dabi seemed to understand it as a sign that you enjoyed what he was doing.
"You know, you're not supposed to like it," he said, tilting his head to the side. "Thought you didn´t want this, slut?"
He didn´t give you any time to reply or defend yourself. Instead, he crammed himself even deeper into you and began to move again. This time, he settled for a gruesome pace aiming to utterly break you. He all but rutted into you, hard and unforgiving, every stroke so deep you swore you felt him in your throat. You gasped, eyes wide as you could do nothing but take what he gave you, body jolting with every forceful buck of his hips. Dabi threw his head back and let out a long and guttural moan.
"Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that."
"No, Dabi," you cried, having finally found your voice again.
"Huh?" he looked down at you, eyes unfocused. Tears streamed down your face, but you could only feel him get harder at the sight. "You look so much prettier like this, you know," he murmured softly, and he leaned down to kiss you all over your face. All the while, his pace did not falter, he even seemed to have gotten more desperate.
Then, his thrusts became erratic. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on driving his cock into you as deep and precisely as he could. He drew out choked gasps from you with every harsh snap of his hips, the sound giving him the push he needed. His head fell forward, his lips mouthing at your neck as he pounded into you - your hips creating heavy, wet slaps. He grunted with every thrust until, finally, he came with a low groan right against your ear. You sobbed when you felt him fill you with his hot cum.
For a moment, everything was calm. His weight lay heavy on you, sticky skin pressed tightly against sticky skin, and you moved, feeling uncomfortable.
"Fucking stay still," he rasped, delivering one last thrust to reprimand you. Your body tensed, yet you immediately forced yourself to relax underneath him. However, you couldn´t help your little trembles as a few tears still rolled down your cheek.
You laid there entangled for a few minutes until Dabi finally lifted himself up with a groan. He patted your cheek appreciatively, but halted his movement when he felt the wet on your cheeks.
"Wait, are you actually crying?" he murmured, frowning. You shook your head with a sniffle. "Aww, baby, c'mere. Can´t have my pretty baby crying, hm?" he cooed at you. Carefully, he pulled out of you, and you flinched when your entrance let him go with a wet pop.
He moved your body without a word, making you rest against his chest while he caressed you exposed skin.
“Was I really too hard on you, doll?”
A nod was all he got. He placed a hand on your head – heavy and comforting – and started humming to slowly nurse you to sleep.
He did not say a word – what would he even say? That he was sorry, when you felt so good around him? That he was sorry, when he knew you had felt good too? Never. – So, all he did was caress you and let you cuddle deeper into his embrace, because at the end of the day you knew him to be warm and safe. Not safe for you, but at least he would keep you safe from everything else.
Only when night had fallen completely and the air was still, did he speak again, lips pressed against your cheek.
"You're way too fucking good to me, you know that doll?" he whispered, comforted by your body resting peacefully on his. "But I´m gonna break you again when you wake up, okay?" He licked his lips in anticipation, "A pretty whore like you should be able to take it, right?"
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Hiya! Any other tumblr authors you would recommend? Love your work so much by the way! ^-^
I'm so happy that you love my work — I hope to release lots of more works once exams are over!
And, of course! I'm more than happy to provide recommendations though I will warn beforehand that I don't actually keep a lot of authors in my head whilst reading books on Tumblr but these are the ones I remember vividly:
@yanderenightmare
Her Bakugo stories are some of my favourites.
Really interesting ideas, always really creative, and writes for a large range of characters!
@ectologia
Again, her Bakugo fics have me in a chokehold
@sluttysanemi
Ugh, Nicole makes me cum with her Sanemi stuff.
A believer in the virgin sanemi agenda
@mysicklove
Mello's big brother Sukuna AU will forever have me bursting into rainbows and marshmallow fluff
@meowzfordayz
One of the very first authors I read on here
She characterises incredibly well and is also one of the sweetest people ever!
/ my brain is still dead from assignments and work right now so I know I'm forgetting a lot but please forgive me y'all :(
#there's also loads of other talented authors on here#but i can't spell their @'s#since i'm a dumbass#and y'all i found out my guy friend might like me#which is kinda scary#i dont see it#but every1 else says#please kill me#i have a whole ass politics essay#then a leadership essay#final draft dissertation#all for today#esha answers your questions#i will add more recs i promise
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my favs!!
bkg ktsk
nsfw
drunk sex with bkg! https://www.tumblr.com/touyasdoll/726133519936520192/do-your-ears-work-princess-can-you-hear-that
bkg x fanreader! https://www.tumblr.com/ectologia/727264290640445440/bakugou-meets-a-cute-little-fan-who-will-do
bkg fucks like he can’t live w out you https://www.tumblr.com/katsukiizmoon/717869984901169152/katsuki-fucks-like-he-cant-live-w-out
“you’re ovulating?” https://www.tumblr.com/katsukiizmoon/717952663433756673/youre-ovulating-bkg-this-was
making out w bkg! https://www.tumblr.com/tteokdoroki/724133062753058816/katsuki-bakugou-compression-shirts
making out in bed w bkg https://www.tumblr.com/bfbkg/692036629922234368/just-making-out-with-bkg-that-it-thats-all-i
high makeout w bkg! https://www.tumblr.com/bfbkg/699936002279653376/getting-high-with-bakugou-and-just-straddling-and
bkg comforting sex https://www.tumblr.com/gottalovesuki1/692372808195538944/hellooo-hope-youre-doing-well-i-saw-that-you
deep sex w music https://www.tumblr.com/katsukiizmoon/721439741550149632/i-have-actual-tears-in-my-eyes-thinking-about-deep
bkg teaches inexperienced reader! https://www.tumblr.com/crybaby-bkg/726831519653658624/bakugou-has-never-cared-much-about-whether-or-not
drabbles
dadbakugou! with his grumpy newborn https://www.tumblr.com/bfbkg/727307929243549696
the night after with bkg! https://www.tumblr.com/kiwanopie/695808317077012480/suggestive-college-au-boyfriendbakugou
married life (suggestive) fluff https://www.tumblr.com/meggsngrits/699831127361421313/bakugou-comes-home-late-from-patrol-you-can-tell
teaming up w ur daughter! (domestic) fluff https://www.tumblr.com/meggsngrits/699831127361421313/bakugou-comes-home-late-from-patrol-you-can-tell
met him in a convinience store! https://www.tumblr.com/bfbkg/704112474355564544/youre-out-late-at-a-convenience-store-trying-to
phone call with bkg (kinda suggestive) https://www.tumblr.com/bfbkg/711631798756687872/cw-dialogue-heavy-cringe-but-dont-care
when u realize how strong he is https://www.tumblr.com/xen2writes/696273780268548097/strong-bakugou-katsuki-word-count-13k
reading thirst tweets lmao https://www.tumblr.com/bfbkg/724488800422838272/i-was-just-watching-buzzfeed-dave-franco-and
when u got locked in class tgt https://www.tumblr.com/urtheloml/665712688339484672/little-white-lie
asking him ab separate bedrooms lol https://www.tumblr.com/katsukikitten/728478543984590849
shoto tdrk
nswf!
cockwarming him https://www.tumblr.com/luvrkay/720787538179145728/shoto-loves-when-you-cockwarm-him-hes-literally
pornstar sho! https://www.tumblr.com/darkmajesty-xo/708450486447226880/more-pornstar-au-a-romantic-scene-w-shotoroki
talking body https://www.tumblr.com/keis-slut/707385030723485696/chapter-xi-talking-body
connie springer
backseat love https://www.tumblr.com/iqzo/727126218933157888/shy-girls?source=share
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Hey! I swear you’re one of the best writers I’ve come across on here, love the variety of your work and as a fan of dark romance/literature it’s kinda hard to find someone who writes about such taboo topics as well as you do. Was wondering if you had any mutuals/ blogs you recommend that write dark content as well? 🩷
Oh my goodness, thank you so much! ❤️
I don’t think any of my mutuals write a lot of dark content. If I’m mistaken, I’m sorry. I follow some writers who specialize in dark content but they don’t know me lol. For BNHA, I recommend @ectologia. For JJK, I recommend @subbmissivesuccubus. Both write a lot of dark content and have written some of my favorite dark fics.
#thanks for the ask#mutuals if you write dark content and I forgot about you I’m so sorry!#It’s after 3:30 am here and I’m very tired so my brain isn’t working all that well
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I GOT DELETED ?????
(tagging moots to GAIN MY MUTUALS BACK PLEASE. @ectologia @neuvillei @yanderenightmare @shaisuki)
old acc was some shit like v3nxxs
guys imma VOMIT PLEASE WHY
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I’m not even gonna fight this lol
Thank you for the tag @ahashiraswife @sunandflame @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi
No pressure tagging… @ectologia @esotericorbs @hunajan @giyuuzas @love-me-satoru @mydarlingdahlia and whoever else wants to try it!
Do this picrew and take this quiz
#okay but I really didn’t expect to get dumbass lmfao#Yan loves her mooties#look what I do for y’all#even quizzes out here roasting me
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Do you have any blog recommendations?
You're so amazing, I love your writing! Keep doing you bb, don't let that anon get you down. *hugs* ❤
Aww, your sweet words mean the world to me! 🌟 Sending you lots of love and positivity! ❤️ When it comes to recommendations, I've got a couple of blogs in mind that I'd love to suggest to you, dear Anonnie!
@gamergirl-niffler - she's undeniably adorable and holds a special place as a loyal and dedicated friend of mine. Her blog is a treasure trove of delightful headcanons and numerous posts about games. It's definitely worth taking a look! 🎮 She's a talented writer! Following her will lead you to discover not only incredibly intriguing headcanons but also an abundance of GIFs from anime and games! ❤️
@mrskokushibo - her blog is a haven for incredible writing. As a highly talented writer, she possesses a natural ability to describe even the smallest details in the most enchanting ways. If you're a fan of Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, and Jujutsu Kaisen, you're bound to discover a plethora of fantastic content related to these interests ❤️
@muzansfangs - undoubtedly one of the most skilled writers in the Demon Slayer & Bleach fandoms. Her storytelling prowess, intricate plot construction, and knack for leaving us on the edge with cliffhangers are simply too brilliant to overlook. And beyond her writing talent, she's a remarkably wise and lovely person! 💕 Please, consider following this talented woman!
@dabismoon - there are numerous things I'd like to express, but above all, she stands out as a talented writer. Her natural portrayal of characters consistently leaves me in awe. If you're a fan of Dabi from My Hero Academia, following her is an absolute must 💙
@ectologia - if you're a fan, much like myself, of impeccably written fics, following them is a necessity. The manner in which they construct plots and their mastery of language is so flawless that it feels like you're immersed in a captivating book. They're a creator of dark content, so if you appreciate something with a darker tone and if you desire a reading experience that borders on ecstasy, consider giving them a follow 🖤
@dabisqueen - yet another exceptionally skilled writer, who introduces us to Dabi in a multitude of fascinating settings. Her pornstar!Dabi fic is an absolute must-read for fans of this character. The way she crafts her descriptions and portrays characters immerses you fully in the story from the very first paragraph! 💙 If you're a fan of Dabi - following his Queen is a must!
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COME AND GO
YANDERE! TOUYA "DABI" TODOROKI X CHUBBY READER
content warnings ─── noncon, dubcon, abuse of quirk, angst, toxic relationship, stalking, stockholm syndrome, pussy inspection, smut, dabi using his quirk on you, burn marks, implied murder and gore. dead dove do not eat.
notes. for @ectologia's 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 . this one is for you @dilfhos.
ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ dabi's your ex? or not. he goes missing for months and magically appears in your apartment like nothing happened.
“got worried you're not coming home tonight, princess.”
in normal circumstances the nickname would have brought a smile in your face. forgetting his past mistakes like it didn't happen. just a blip in time and you had already seated in his lap. curled up in his chest while he smoked. you could have done it in a heartbeat except you were like a deer caught in headlights. prepared for the car colliding with your body. that's what you currently felt while in the presence of your boyfriend or ex. you don't know what it is.
it's like a pin being dropped previously before his voice fills up the silence surrounding your apartment despite the storm bringing its wrath outside. it's been months since he disappeared. no calls. no messages. no warnings. just like how he had been doing to your for the duration of your whole relationship.
when you first stepped on your apartment you think of the things that you would do. wash a week of your laundry. eat. watch a movie. sleep.
it took you a minute to regain your composure. slowly turning around and there he was. there was flash of lightning. briefly illuminating his figure and a clap of thunder following along with a burst of rain hitting the roofs. the storm unleashing what havoc it will create after it's done.
his usual unruly dark hair is tamed from it's usual style. his muddied boots in your coffee table. his body relaxed and resting in your chair. smugly and oddly calm.
“dabi...” you speak his name. calling his name to assure yourself that he was just a figment of your imagination from how long you've missed him. although you would not admit it in front of him.
“glad you still remembered my name. missed me?” his voice in a low tone. oh how you've missed his voice but enough is enough. you don't want to spend another minute with him.
“you need to leave.” you say to him. holding your arm to get the comfort you need. “i just got here. is that how you treat your guest, princess? especially your boyfriend.” he replied. “i'm hurt, princess.” he added and you almost rolled your eyes at disbelief.
you hear a shuffle in your living room and dabi emerges into the light of where your bedroom is located at. his turquoise eyes gleaming like precious stones in a crystalline water and the your eyes met his. he's still the same after all those months he went missing . those silver metals holding his patched skin together. gnarly and wrinkled. he's hideous but in your eyes he never was. you see him as the product of abuse. someone whose broken beyond repair and you knew you never could change someone like him and yet, stupid it is. you fell in love with him.
your dabi. a murderer who turned his enemies and civilians alike in charred corpses with his flame. a villain who destroyed cities and yearns for more. no humanity left in his body for how cruel he was and a sadist who takes pleasure in breaking you over and over again. a tragedy your heart still beats for him.
“that's no way to treat me, you bitch.” he began and a smirk is plastered in his face. seeing you tremble and shake in his presence. after all those months, he's glad he still have the hold over you. the effect he have on you.
you take steps backwards and the more you move, he takes forward until your back hits the wall. completely trapped in him. tears are starting to well up in your lashes and such a shame those tears of yours isn't enough to extinguish the fire inside him nor melt his heart made of ice. raging and wild from all the hatred he had bottled inside and now, he's free.
“don't start crying now. afraid your man will know you're seeing me?” dabi taunts. touching your hair that you instinctively flinch from the first contact.
and there is no man for you. dabi made sure of that. upon those months of his absence it doesn't mean he's not around. he's there. checking up on you everytime he got and burning bodies of those who tried to worm their hearts to yours. they will never be him and you're too broken to pursue in another relationship after breaking your heart with his sudden disappearance. you were always be his.
“i'm just seeing my girl. checking up on you. it's not that bad.” his hand came caressing your shoulder to your neck giving it a light squeeze and moving to hold your cheek in his palm. his hand warm and cool from the cartridges of staples in his skin.
a tear drop came rolling down in your cheek when his bright blue flame engulfed you. this was it you thought as the fire licked your skin when it's only the clothes you were wearing he burned. you would meet the same fate as his for what his fire could do. blisters came appearing in your skin and it slowly turned to your normal skin. your quirk coming to rescue to patch and mend the burn. your cells rapidly multiplying to make the dermis of your skin.
“there, there. we have a lot of things to catch up on to. don't you agree, doll.”
dabi's idea of catching up is spreading you bare in your bed. your thighs are splayed while a million thoughts ran in your head. your bare cunt in display while his fingers spreads your lips. licking his lips and a glint of amusement in his eyes watching your slick trickle in your pussy lips. “already wet for me, huh... princess.”
there is something like a invisible chain wrapped around your neck that no matter how far he is. dead or alive. he will be still around to haunt and remind you.
your breath came in shallows. gasping like a fish that is exposed in air and needing water to breath again. his slender, nimble fingers fit like a puzzle in your neck while he slots himself between you. the familiar burn of his cock stretching your hole adding to the misery you deeply felt. “you missed me being deep inside you?” he questions but he gave you no choice to answer while he pounds into you after not giving you to adjust to his thickness.
“touya...” the name slips into your lips. unintentional. and there's an abrupt stop in his actions before burying himself deep inside you. his hold in your throat tightening and you're afraid you'll die of asphyxiation from how tight it was. your consciousness slipping out of you as he ruts in your warm hole.
how he hated and loved that name. the godforsaken name that reminds him of what kind of a failure he was for his good for nothing father who named him. who gave him that name. “touya...” you dare to call him that again and how he loved it to hear that coming from you.
his other hand pins your wrist until it moves to intertwine his fingers into yours. clutching it as he catches your lips in a kiss. it warms and soothes him. dabi thinks he's not that destroyed when he's with you. a night with you is enough to wash away the sins and maybe he can still be saved in his eternal damnation awaiting for him.
he keeps coming back. again and again. no matter how many times he'll hurt you. he will still be back for more and you will also want him. need him. so fucked up in this endless cycle of pain.
and before your consciousness slips away from you. you feel that familiar pleasure of euphoria spreading throughout your body. it feels like being dosed with morphine and you feel in the pit of darkness consuming your body.
you're easy to use. to manipulate freely at his will and dabi liked that from you. willing to bend at his want and give him what he needs. when he finally planted his gift to your womb. he slowly pulled out. watched his cum dripped out from your sopping hole. you were passed out before he can say the things you didn't want to hear.
he didn't lay next to you after that. leaving you after that and didn't wait for the storm to calm down nor wait for the morning. he stares at your sleeping figure before making his way to the unknown. he will be back. he knows that.
and when morning rolled you didn't get your hopes that he'll stay and you were left again used and damaged. he comes and go like he always does.
#♱ ⋮ shai's works⸝⸝#chubby reader#bnha x reader#bnha#dabi#dabi x reader#touya todoroki#touya x reader#boku no hero academia#anime x chubby reader#anime x reader
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