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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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*:･｡𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ｡･:*

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bread0nhead · 1 year

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Long Nights and Fleeting Moments (18+) - Chapter One

Dabi x F!Sex worker Reader

This series contains dark content, including r*pe, dr*g use, strong language and sexual content. If you are not in the right headspace, please skip this series and check out my other work.

Chapter two will be released March 5th

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Bright headlights spread across your window, flooding the dark room with yellow. Knowing what’s to come, you grab your phone and wait for instructions to enter the luxury black sedan. The kind with a glistening hood ornament that signals wealth and a roaring engine letting everyone hear the car, before seeing it. On queue, your phone chimes with a message. You don’t even both to look at them anymore, it’s always the same two words; “Get in”.

You do a one over in the mirror, checking that every strand of hair is in the correct place, that your makeup hasn’t smeared and your cleavage is just the right about of exposed. Tonight your wearing a short emerald dress with a low and loose cowl neckline. The dress alone costed 140,000 Yen.

Your life wasn’t always lavish cars and designer clothes. It’s such a cliche that it’s almost embarrassing. Orphaned at a young age, broke and hungry you turned to cheap tricks and petty theft. Borrowed too much money from the wrong people and now selling your body and quirk just to pay it back. Again, total cliche. Luckily aside from only getting to keep 10% of your earnings, and the occasional roughing up from over compensating clients, you like the job enough. You have food, clean water and a roof over your head. Sure you wish for more, but that’s nothing more than a fleeting dream for someone like you.

Two honks from a car horn snaps you out of your thoughts. Broken gravel scratch under your red bottom stilettos as you rush to the car. Inside a middle aged man with a lean build and auburn hair with a stylish undercut waits for you with a grin and thirsty eyes.

“If you took any longer, I was about to come in there and fuck you myself.”

“Double what the clients payin’, and I just might let ya’”

“Damn, that’s how it is now? I remember when you use to let me fuck for free.”

“Then I came to my senses. If the sex is going to suck, might as well get something out of it.”

You could see in the rear view mirror how much he wanted to smack you right now. Good thing he knows better than to damage the merchandise. Instead he took his anger out on the road, slamming his foot down in reverse and peeled out fast enough to leave tread marks on the pavement.

City lights zip past, ushering you into a brief moment of calmness. Your forehead presses against the cold window as your fingers play with the hem of your dress. The hum of the engine lull you into deep thoughts.

You never get any information on your clients beforehand. For their own protection. Certainly not yours. But you’ve gotten good at predicting what your client is like just by the limited information you’re given. Where you’ll go and what to wear. The predictability is boring.

Married clients and politicians request discreet hotels. Master suits they can pay with cash. They’ll treat you with the full works. Five star room services and a fully stocked open mini bar.

For the single businessmen, it’s always at their private residence. They’ll give you a tour of each room, trying to give you small glimpses of what life would be like if you were to leave the life of a whore and become a house wife. They especially love to show off the kitchen.

Women are the most unpredictable. And the most fun. They’ll treat you well and lead you back to their private bathhouse, secluded inn or luxury hotel. You don’t know what to expect with your female clients, but you can always expect to cum.

“We’re here.”

Turning your attention to the front of the building, you see valet parking driving expensive sports cars. A decorative water fountain made of marble. Well groomed waiters in tuxedos ushering people inside through grand doors.

Shit…. It’s a hero.

Heros are the most predictable, most insufferable clients. The lower the hero ranks on the totem pole, the less they care about being seen with questionable company. So they’ll always invite you out for lavish dinner, fine wine then walk you to a hotel, just so you have to endure seeing all their fans swoon over them, before they fuck you sloppy. Not even the good, fun sloppy. The one sided, shit rhythm sloppy.

The high ranking heros, usually those who rank higher than 50, they’ll come to you. It’s why you were moved into a house with large privacy fencing in a secluded area. As if it’s not bad enough having to surrender your whole body to them, but also having them invade your personal space is torture.

Jin, your driver, opens the door for you and nods his head to the side, instructing you to get out. Your drivers are always quick to flee the scene, better to go unnoticed. Again, for their safety. Not yours.

You dig into your clutch and pull out a small pocket mirror to do one final check. This time you’re not looking for imperfection in your hair or makeup. It’s to check that your nerves aren’t showing. Clients don’t wish to see the human side of you.

“Ah, Miss Y/N. You’re expected. Please follow me.”

You clasp the mirror shut and tuck it away into your matching clutch.

The older gentleman dressed in a butler style uniform leads you to a private dining room, sealed by two red doors with decorative gold overlay. He doesn’t look you in the eyes once, not even as he opens the door or rises from bowing his head.

Inside sits a younger man, maybe in his mid 30s. He’s out of his hero costume, making him unrecognizable. You don’t expect to know his hero alias, you don’t care to know. You prefer it this way. It’s always weird when they show up in spandex, dressed like their role playing. Hell, sometimes they are. Who woulda thunk that heros like to role play as the villain so often?

“Damn. Pictures don’t do your beauty justice.”

He’s well built, with blue eyes and scruffy dark hair. His perfectly tailored suit slings to his wide biceps. Why do heros always have to wear such tight clothing? He’s sitting in his chair, legs spread open as his chin rests again his palm with a lazy smile on his face. He doesn’t bother getting up, clearly preferring you to do all the work.

You strut with a smile, locking eyes to keep his focus on you. When you’re close enough, you bend down and let a kiss linger on the side of his lips, while resting your hard on the side of his jaw.

“Thanks for inviting me out tonight.” You whisper in the shell of his ear, feeling a small quiver.

You sit next to him, crossing one leg and letting it drape over his thigh. This close up you can see all the signs that your his first proper escort. He’s hesitant with his movements, his hand hovers over your ass. You wonder what he’s thinking right now.

Can I touch her?

Does this cost extra?

Should I just take her to the hotel now and fuck her?

There’s a bead of sweat forming on his temple. Poor thing.

“You can touch. You paid upfront after all.”

So he does. His hand possesses your ass. He’s no longer gentle or second guessing himself. When it finally clicks that your nothing but purchased fun, all inhibitions are out the door. He doesn’t even think twice as he shoves your head down on his cock as he casually orders more drinks. Nothing alcoholic for him, but you, it’s straight dirty liquor.

He doesn’t even do you the courtesy of fucking you in the hotel he originally planned. Instead he orders the waitstaff to lock the private dining room doors and to remain out of sight for the next two hour.

Why do heros always act like monsters when the mask comes off?

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You’re standing in the restaurants bathroom. Torn panties in the trash. A wad of tissue paper between your legs. Your hair no longer neat and makeup completely smeared. You looked the bathroom door and can hear two women complaining on the other side. Not that you care. Slowly you turn so your back to the mirror and lift up your dress, exposing the deep bruises on your left ass cheek. Looking at the aftermath no longer has any feelings attached to it. Once you wept, now you’re calloused.

With a deep inhale and exhale, you pull the makeup wipes out of your tiny clutch and try to present yourself to the world with some dignity. The cum filled toilet paper is thrown into the trash, with your lacy panties. You swing the door open and hear one of the women call you a whore under her breath.

“Bitch.”

You whisper just as loudly as she did.

Outside there is no one for you. You’re always dropped off, but once the money is made they don’t care how you get home. As long as you’re ready for your next job.

You watch as the bright full moon dips behind clouds and skyscrapers. Your shoes scrape and drag against cement, scuffing the red leather soles. The streets are calm as most residents have long retreated to the safety and comfort or their beds. There’s the sound chatter, the occasional honking of a horn and a low quiet hum of various neon lights. The walk home, with all the trains closed down for the night is sure to be long. An hour, maybe an hour and a half. Just thinking about it makes your feet hurt. Which is exactly why you never leave for a job without some over the counter pain killers tucked away in your purse.

“The hero killer Stain has been apprehended…”

A TV streaming the news through a front store window of a electronics resale breaks apart the usual sounds you expect to hear at this hour on the walk home. You turn and step closer to the window, listening and watching closely. Photos of the earlier events scroll through as the newscaster gives more details. In one photo, in the background you see familiar dark scruffy hair and and bulky build. The photo isn’t of him, your recent client, hell, most people probably wouldn’t of even realized he’s in the photo unless someone pointed him out. A background character. Guess this was his cause of celebration tonight. The capture of some villian he certainly had no lead in apprehending.

“While the hero killer lives out the remainder of his life behind bars, the stain he left on society will never be cleansed.”

“For fuck sake. Dramatic much?” You make the snide remarks to yourself, carelessly rolling your eyes as you’ve heard enough of this broadcast. You make a quick turn on your heals and reach for your cellphone at the same time, opting to call for a ride share. But before you can make that call for a saving grace of your feet, your phone drops to the cement as you walk into what feels like a wall. And maybe if your blood alcohol levels wasn’t illegally high, you wouldn’t have fallen on your ass with a new crack in your phone screen.

“Shiiiiit, that hurt…”

Opening your eyes you see two pairs of cheap black dress shoes and scarred purplish skin showing from the ripped dress pants being too short to cover. In front of your face, a hand with silver staples piecing together marred skin to undamaged skin, holds your phone in front of you.

“You better not blame me for the damage.”

The voice is rough and dry. The kind of raspiness that comes from years of sucking down smoke. You focus out of the drunken haze to see a male with black spiky hair, piercings, wearing a disheveled suit and looking at your with the brightness cyan eyes.

“And if your going to go commando, might want to avoid such a short dress while walking around piss drunk… Not that I mind the view.”

Your face beats red, any drop of booze in your body gets evaporated from the heat of embarrassment alone. You scramble off the pavement and snatch your phone from his hand with a scoff. You mumble calling him an asshole, which he must have caught since he’s grinning.

“Yes, very funny! Clearly it’s been a night!” Your attempts to hide embarrassment with sarcasm is a total miss.

Hoping to avoid anymore unnecessary comments from strangers, no matter how attractive, you hit pay on the ride share app and wait in silence.

Glancing back towards him a couple times, the strangers focus has gone off you and back to the news stream about Stain. He seems enthralled by the scene playing, committing every word and picture to memory. It’s like he totally forgot you’re even there, that you don’t even mind standing around with him as you wait for your ride. Neither of you try to mend the silence with small talk. But at the same time, neither of you bother to create more space. Standing within two feet of each other the entire time as he carefully watching the new through the store front window, and you mindlessly scroll through photos of beautiful women on Insta.

17 minutes passes and your ride pulls up with an older woman giving you a warm smile. A five start review smile. As you open the door, the handsome stranger casually wishes you a goodnight, waving you off before walking down the alley. You took one last look up at the news broadcast to see it’s still covering the Stain segment.

•

It’s been three days since your last date. You suspect you’ll be getting a new job soon, as you never go more than a couple days without earning money. Honestly, you’re getting restless for a good fuck. The last date was completely one sided, not to mention painfully quick.

As if god herself heard your plea, your work phone vibrates with a text notification.

“I’m coming over tonight. I have you booked for three hours.”

Ugh… guess it’s another dry night.

The text is from one of your regulars. A special privilege client. The kind that gets his personal contact saved in your phone. His visits have become so frequent over the past two years that you don’t even bother getting dressed up anymore. If anything he prefers you more casual. You hurry to take a shower, use his favorite shampoo that he buy’s specifically for his visits, and change into nothing put a loose tank top and ripped jean shorts. No bra. No makeup.

Not even 40 minutes later, you hear the doorknob of your front door turn and soon a strong presence is towering over you from behind as your preparing his favorite tea. Silently you turn around with a hot cup in your hand, offering it to your guest. His large hands take it from you but only to put it back on the counter. Two bulky arms move to cage you in as his hard body presses your back to the kitchen counter. He’s close enough that your nostrils fill with his cologne, but skin never touches skin.

You both stay like this for a dense three minutes. His nose hovers over the curve of your neck to your shoulder, breathing in your floral shampoo. You stand there silent and calm. Bored if anything. Patiently waiting for him to make a move.

“Are you actually going to fuck me this time? Or are we going to keep—“

A strong grip slaps over your mouth as his eyes beat down on you with furrowed brows.

“Shut your mouth.” He seethes “Don’t speak to me that way. You know the rules.”

Even this simple touch has his dick hard. That much is visibly evident. He’s quick to pull his hand away when he realizes. Trying to smooth the dryness in his throat, he reaches for his tea and moves to sit at your kitchen table. You don’t bother to join him.

“I don’t understand why you pay so much money to just… hangout.” Your voice is low, lacking confidence in your tone. “If my quirk effects you that much…”

You let the sentence die off, running a hand through your hair. The money is good. Really good. And in retrospect, it’s easy money. As awkward as these visits are, you don’t want them to end. You need to learn to stop poking the fire.

The first night with him should have been the last. But he kept coming back and paying obscene amounts of money for what seems like nothing.

Once a month, for the past two years he has come over doing nothing more than the occasional gentle touch over your cloths, while he lives this fantasy of a normal life doing mundane things. As you sit around watching TV, cooking dinner or simply orbiting in silence. You’ve watched him crumble apart more and more with each visit. His words always filled with guilt and anger. His desperate need to feel something, anything, other than his own self loathing. You offer him a world that he’ll never belong in.

“You should leave this… life” his hands gesture around your house “and come work for me as my support sidekick. You know I’ll pay whatever amount you put down.”

You grown at this conversation again. Every couple of months he insults your livelihood and tries to win you over with riches and a cushy job.

“I can protect you from your boss. I’ll track him down and throw him into the deepest pit I can find.” His voice gets deeper. He’s serious.

You sit on his lap, draping your arms around his neck and wait for his reaction. Oh! There it is. His discomfort with physical touch which you established. The way he tries to scoot out from under you. How he can’t look your way. And your favorite, the clearing of his throat like he’s literally chocking on your presence.

Charmer….

“And what, you’ll shrink me down into pocket size and carry me everywhere for my quirk? You know it only works…” you stroke his chest “when we touch” the last bit is a whisper, with your hand going lower with each word.

“Then train. You’re useless otherwise.” He grabs your wrist and yanks you off of him.

The chair under him scrapes against your wood floors as he pushes himself off. He’s already heading out of door, not even having enough time to take off his suede jacket.

“Enji, wait!”

The sound of the screen door snapping to the frame is the only response you get.

•••

Hey!

While this series discusses sex work, I would like to say I believe that sex working is a legitimate career.

In the US and many other countries, sex work is illegal and stigmatized. Sex work won’t go away by criminalizing it. It just makes the job dangerous for everyone involved. How can a victim of violence report to the authorities, when risk being arrested themselves just because of their job? How can someone feel comfortable going into a clinic, when they feel judged?

If you’re a sex worker, I just want to say… I’m so fucking sorry society and unjust laws have failed you. Stay strong. Keep being awesome. Find safe resources to keep yourself protected.

#dabi x reader #touya x reader #todoroki x reader #toya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki #dabi imagine #Dabi

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fertilize-my-eggs · 2 years

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Does anyone have nasty fanfic links so I can read on the down-low or message me privately, I don't mind if it's yours or someone's fanfics👀 I mostly want some mha villains mostly dabi or shigaraki maybe yandere tamaki idkk

I've haven't read any headcanon fics or make any coz most of my fics don't make sense, it's just thirsty HORNY fanfics that's I just write for BOTH myself and the simps xDD but I always find it so fascinating when people read my fics like do y'all get off on it tho?? Like I won't judge y'all coz I'm the one who's write it lmaooo

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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Pleasant’s Writer Recs!

I’ve gotten a few asks in my inbox over the past few weeks asking me for writer recs, so I thought the best way to do this was to compile a list of my fav authors on tumblr and rec my favorite fic of theirs! A lot of these amazing authors are moots—I’m very lucky to call many of them close friends. This list could be much longer, and I could go on for days about every single author, but I’ll try to keep it brief. Most all of these authors, like myself, write 18+ only content. Hopefully this can be a useful tool for authors and readers alike looking for amazing fanfic 💕

@bakatenshii | Angel is so phenomenal with her writing that I almost can’t put her style and amazing ability into words (but I’ll try). Angel’s work is beautiful, masterful, full of poetry, elegance, and smut that will all leave you gasping. Fav Fic: Blitz [Ushijima x Reader]

@blahkugo | Sunnt, Thunnth, Sunny, whatever you call her, she is brilliant. No one writes Tsukishima quite like she does. She is beyond creative and her writing style flows like the sexiest water, it’ll make you thirsty and quench your aches. Fav Fic: Tower [Tsukishima x Reader]

@deathcab4daddy | Tay is all about details, details, details. She fills in every gap and paints gorgeous, sexy pictures and situations for the reader to feel immersed in. Fav Fic: Cerulean Blue [Akaashi x Reader]

@dymphnasprose | Dymphna is all about fun, sex, and slowly filling out her holy bible of smut. She’s amazing at creating realistic sub/dom relationships and her smut almost always comes with a healthy dose of build-up. Fav Fic: Green Scrunchies [Ukai x Reader]

@enjifuckersupreme | Ketsl reigns supreme over pure, unadulterated porn. They are phenomenal at making me the reader wet, and every fic is crafted with so much care. Enji fuckers should bow down at their feet, no one loves and writes Enji like Ketsl. Fav Fic: Attitude Adjustment [Enji x Reader]

@hisoknen | Raph is one of the first dark blogs I ever started reading, and she never, ever disappoints. She writes pieces that chill you to the bone, but warms your sex- her writing is casual, smooth, and realistic, always giving you everything you need, but leaving you wanting a little more. Fav Fic: Sleeping Beauty [Dabi x Reader]

@hoe-doroki | Ana is one of the sweetest writers I know. Every time I talk to her, she’s working on comfort requests or beta-reading for other people. Her writing is such a pleasure to read, as you can tell she pours love and consideration into every fic for her readers. Fav Fic: Can’t Find My Breath [Bakugou x Reader]

@joyousandverywarlike | Zo...holy fucking shit. Zo is a writer who consistently blows me out of the water with her skill. This woman is a novelist blessing us with juicy, rich smut and love stories like no one else can. She is incredibly poetic and her writing is an absolute joy to read; she also writes amazing fics for black readers and has an amazing voice that she uses for asmr audios! Fav Fic: How We Met [Ushijima x Reader]

@lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten | Leah is an author who takes immense care with her work. She works incredibly hard to craft sexy, healthy bdsm fics for bnha. She is a great blog to go to for bdsm education, and she’s also got a side blog @lemonlordleah-extra-sour for all you extra naughty readers who like the darker side of fanfic. You should also check out her Patreon! Fav Fic: Between the Evergreen [Aizawa x Reader]

@linestrider | Nyki’s work is like smooth water, it’s calming, refreshing, but she also adds a nice, chill bite to it as well with her darker style. Nyki puts such an impressive amount of care into her work; a word is never out of place, every sentence has meaning, every paragraph gives you something new. It was very hard to choose just one fic to recommend. Fav Fic: What’s Said is Said [Hawks x Reader]

@lookslikeleese | Leese is one of the most fun writers on Tumblr, and by that I mean you just have a shitload of fun reading her fics. They are like little, sexy treats to take in right before bed and feel a little more full than you were before. She is also the Cucking Queen. Fav Fic: Cola [Enji x Reader]

@messwriting | Lee is also another fun writer! Her writing is exhilarating to read, and you’d never guess she’s a sexy Brazilian whose second language is English based on how well she writes. She’s a little sex goddess who will give you everything you want and more in every fic. Fav Fic: What We Could’ve Been [Tsukishima x Reader]

@mindninjax | Marquie is a full on sweetie with a sexy side. She. Is. So. Creative. Every fic of hers is so unique and her masterlist is a whole reading experience. She writes Bakugou Katsuki so damn well, she’s a master at characterization, even in au’s. She also writes beautiful fics for black readers. Fav Fic: Bound to You [Bakugou x Reader]

@nekokoafanfictions | I first found Ai on Ao3, and then was fortunate enough to come across their blog here on Tumblr! I’ve said this before in previous rec lists, and I’ll say it again, I still read their fics some nights to fall asleep to, they are just that good, every fic will have you coming back at some point to read it again. Fav Fic: City Lights [Enji x Reader]

@present-mel | The. Queen. Of. Dialogue. Mel is a master at making her fanfic feel real, gritty, sexy, and beautiful all at the same time. This woman pours her heart and soul into fanfic, especially into her Erwin series Fragments of Memories. I was so captivated by her work that I just had to become her friend, her work is enchanting and thrilling. Fav Fic: Until the Fire Played [Enji x Reader]

@rat-suki | Annie makes me horny. Like, real horny. Her smut is fantastic and are often little thrill rides within themselves. Fuck rollercoasters, just go to Annie’s masterlist to find a joy ride. Fav Fic: Hell Fire [Enji x Reader]

@rivendell101 | I’m such a big fan of Alisha, that I sent her a request months ago before we even became friends. This author knows how to craft a story, her work is very meticulous with details and her plots are always so spot on. Fav Fic: Sweet Thing [Natsuo x Reader]

@smutbardpeach | Smutbard is the most accurate title for Peach, as her fics read like poetry and song, filled with beautiful language, imagery, and allusions to the brim. If you’re ever looking for something romantic, sensual, delightful, and just overall magnificent to read, this is the blog to go to. Peach’s work is like reading poetry and classics right off the shelf. Fav Fic: Truth in Wine [Hizashi x Reader]

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@undermattsun | Miki taught me what a skate rat is. Do I understand it yet? Not really, but I fucking like it. Miki is so much fun and is always active with her followers, giving out awesome thirsts, visuals, and headcanons for her fav haikyuu characters. Fav Fic: Flavor of the Month [Matsukawa x Reader]

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diaco1968 · 3 years

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Touya(Dabi) x reader x Shigaraki

Alternate universe, where Dabi and Shigaraki are UA students and have normal lives...mostly

Warnings! Lemon/smut, fingering, bully-ish Dabi, unprotected, a bit anal, oral, kinda toxic

"Does picking on weaker people make you feel better about yourself?"

You frowned clearly annoyed poking your head in through the door. This was strategically the worst place for a Janitorial room. At the end of a dim corridor with an always broken lock and no one ever checking up on it. And not to mention such a spacious room too, easily fitting 5 people inside.

"Why? You into making me feel better? Cause I definitely would if you were squirming under me instead of this loser."

"Very classy, Todoroki."

"Don't fucking call me that."

You could see the anger flashing in his eyes at the mention of his given name -he liked to go by as Dabi- as he let go of the poor boy's collar and he dropped to the floor scrambling out of his way and towards you. You pushed the door open for him to pass you by and he did so with his head dropped low, apologizing and wiping away at his teary eyes. You felt terrible for him, it must've been so humiliating.

"So, do you really want to save these brats from me or is it the dicking down that keeps you coming."

You turned your face back towards him and that's when you noticed he had quietly closed the distance so you had no chance of running, he could grab you if he just reached out. Not that you would be running. He had half a valid point, it wasn't just the other students you wanted to pull out of his claws, he himself lured you in. Oddly you've been interested in him lately and the amusement intensified when you learned about his bullying habits. You had come to learn that trauma was a strong creator of bullies. And that damaged people were the most thrilling of them all. He had not disappointed so far, but as curious as you were Touya was a lot rougher than you'd predicted.

"I get a feeling it doesn't matter what I reply to that, you'll pick the answer you like more anyway."

He was now leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest smirking at you.

His expression was a sight to behold all on its own, nonchalant half lidded eyes that didn't give a fuck, the glinting piercings and dyed black hair, the smirk that showed just enough of the perfect set of teeth underneath, adorning a sharp strong jaw that even the scattered darkened burnt marks accented the attractiveness of instead of undermining. His clothes were clean but so recklessly thrown on yet you couldn't call him messy. He had his shirt out of his pants but not a single wrinkle was in sight, he even had the loose tie on, something many more orderly students would ditch.

You found him very annoying but very hot at the same time.

"Who wouldn't like the idea of you thirsty to hang off of his dick, baby girl."

"Watch your mouth!" Your frown couldn't get any deeper as you glared at his smug face.

"I rather watch yours, "

In a blink he had your arm in a firm grip pulling you inside the room and slamming the door shut behind you. Your back collided with the metal shelves and they rattled behind you causing a few boxes to fall off but Touya was quick to swat them away from hitting your heads before placing his hand above your head, his other hand grabbing your hip and sliding over to grope your ass.

"Wrapped around my cock when you choke on it."

You glared up at his cold blue eyes that stared back at you with ever no fucks to give anywhere in sight. You turned your face away when he leaned in to kiss you and that made him more angry than you expected.

"You walked over here on your own for this, why the fuck are you acting like a prude now?"

When you ignored him, he growled as he punched the cardboard box right next to your head, the sound of it snapping and folding making you flinch slightly but you didn't budge and he retrieved his now scratched hand and grabbed your jaw harshly, angling your face and crashing his lips onto yours. And to be fair you didn't dare nor wanted to deny him more and parted your lips for his intruding tongue. He hummed and his hand slipped down your side, past your skirt and into your panties, fingers rubbing into the fast pooling moisture and gathering it to make an even bigger mess. His middle finger slipped past your folds and dipped inside, arching and rubbing his knuckle on the back wall, poking the tip into the spot that made you squirm and moan into his mouth. He swallowed your sounds as he repeated the action with another finger and another, his free hand finally letting go of your jaw only to tug and pull on your shirt loosening it and pawing roughly at your breast.

"Hope you planned ahead for this cause you're going to have to skip the rest of the day."

"What?! I have 2 classes left! Mhh-" you were cut off when his fingers wrapped back around your throat and his thumb started rubbing rough circles on your nub, making you shut up and moan meekly.

"Too bad, little bitch." He whispered in your ear, hot breath fanning the shell of it sending shivers down your spine.

"So how about you make yourself useful with that little hand of yours? Don't want me to do all the work, do you?"

When you didn't protest any more and raised your hand to palm his half hard dick through his pants he hummed, satisfied with the result, his fingers resuming the pumping motion as he held on to your neck firmly keeping you in place watching your flushed face as you slowly began to lose your breath, until your head started spinning and you closed your eyes, hearing the pumping of your own blood in your head. You had to let go of his cock to grip the wrist of the hand he was choking you with.

"T-Touya..." you managed to wheeze out.

Your mouth opened to compensate the decreasing amount of air and he sucked in your lower lip, nipping on it. Definitely not to ease you into the next bit, probably just to warn you about it; as he plunged his 3 knuckles up into you, he sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh of your lip, and with a sharp surprised gasp you clenched around his fingers, your pussy fluttering as you drove yourself over the edge of your first orgasm.

Coming down from your high the first thing you noticed was the sting of your lip between his teeth and the coppery taste of the blood slowly pooling in your mouth. Your eyes met with his darkened dilated pupils before resting on his smirk. His tongue flicked out, piercing thumping against your teeth and giving you a jolt before he lapped up the blood.

"Fuck I really love when you do that."

He groaned by your ear, rutting his now full erection lightly against your hipbone, the shelves creaking as they swayed with your motions. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand annoyed.

"Do what? Bleed?"

"When you fuck yourself using me. Bleeding too."

"Fuck off..."

"Oh hell no, I haven't even begun to have fun yet."

You suddenly grabbed his cock and he jolted lightly, humming appreciatively on your neck, but didnt stop you as you palmed him.

"This doesn't seem to agree with you."

"Well I certainly haven't had any fun yet."

Your head snapped up, terrified thinking you were caught. Your eyes met with the unamused crimson eyes of non other than the infamous Shigaraki. You shrunk, hiding behind Touya shyly, who didn't even budge except for an annoyed click of his tongue.

"Do you mind? We're having a private moment here."

"Not anymore."

Now to be completely honest Tomura wasn't that different from Touya. But while Touya flaunted and boasted about his scars and his little fights and victories much like his flashy quirk, Tomoura was the kind to keep to himself, smart and cunning, to the point where everyone was scared of him not even knowing where he got his scars from, again much like his quirk. Characteristically both deadly. Naturally they had made each other's acquaintance but Basically 2 sides of the same coin. And appearance wise he was quite neat as well.

Frankly... you were into him too.

"Meaning?"

Touya turned his head and glanced behind him while he removed his hand from your panties giving you the opportunity to peak at Tomoura from behind his shoulder, biting your lower lip, relishing the sting from Touya's bite.

"I want a piece."

"Go get your own bitch."

"I want a piece of yours."

To say you were infuriated was an understatement as you glared up at Touya before coming up with an idea. As much as it surprised you that Touya acted posessive on you at all, You were nobody's 'bitch'. But since he insisnted, two birds with one stone.

"Easy boys, there's enough for both of you."

While Tomoura was looking at you amused for the first time, Touya shot you his most threatening look.

"You think?"

"Eh I can make a little humble sacrifice."

But you just smirked at him slyly, knowing he had no leverage. You weren't together or anything, all he had to decide now was whether to stand here and hold his ground or pussy out and leave you all to Tomoura, cause it didn't look like he was leaving the 2 of you without getting what he wanted.

Touya took longer than you expected. In fact he looked like he was actually weighing his options thoroughly. He clicked his tongue again narrowing his eyes at you.

"Fine then, but I call dibs on the bottom end."

"Deal. I can work with that smart mouth."

Touya stepped back letting your back finally leave the shelves, feeling as if their form was engraved in your skin as you rubbed at it to ease the soreness. His hand gripped your arm again pulling you close to growl in your ear threateningly.

"You'll pay for this, little bitch."

"Fuck off Todoroki." You whispered back grinning as he snarled at you angrily.

He turned you around and walked you back into a short shelf that Tomoura provided in the middle of the room, Touya leaning down and picking you up by the hips, sitting you down on the top and pushing you so you were laying on your back now with Tomoura standing over you.

You were starting to have second thoughts when you met Tomoura's gaze, but you knew that even if you said no now, none of the 2 would probably listen to you.

Tomoura's fingers slowly dragged along your jaw, up your cheek and then carded through your hair, testing his grip. Meanwhile Touya was being surprisingly stingy with removing your clothes. He barely just pulled your shirt below your bra covered breasts and dropped your panties down, letting it hang off one of your ankles, keeping you covered with the skirt.

You could see the conflict in his eyes. And since he wasn't shy at all it made you wonder what else his problem was. Apparently Tomoura was wondering the same thing.

"Are you usually this shy or?"

"Mind your own business, dust pan!"

Tomoura smiled his hand that wasn't messing with your hair slowly creeping down your neck and over your chest, hooking his fingers under the bra.

"Whatever, since you only called dibs on the lower half, I'll take care of these then, ash tray."

He only smirked under Touya's intense glare pulling the bra down, the elasticity of the fabric and the straps still on your shoulders making your boobs push up higher. You could hear Tomoura's appreciative hum as he grabbed one and started fondling it, the situation made even more heat rush to your face.

You had wondered what it would be to be with Tomoura but never had you imagined it would happen while Touya was right there, watching. It filled you with some sort of annoying guilt but was also beyond thrilling.

Your train of thoughts was derailed as you felt Touya's cock prod at your entrance and he unceremoniously started to push himself deeper and deeper into you while holding your hips down on the shelf not to let you move around. You gasped as Tomoura yanked your head back by the hair tapping his cock that was poking out of his pants against your lips.

"Let's see what this infamous mouth does then."

You glanced at Touya and he was glaring at you alright. You looked back up at Tomoura and opened your mouth for him bending your neck backwards, even sticking your tongue out like a professional little whore. He was appalled as he placed his cock on your tongue and you practically wrapped it around him as you sucked it in your mouth with a hum.

Touya didn't like that.

A particularly rough thrust had the shelf underneath you rattle and for you to jolt as one of your hands shot up to grab onto Tomoura's leg to brace yourself and the other clawed at Touya's hand that was gripping your hips with an iron clutch. The pleasure mixed with pain had your previously mostly neglected pussy was already gushing around him and you whined loudly around Tomoura's dick.

Touya pulled you back over towards himself and started setting a slow but hard pace, drilling himself into you and in turn your face into Tomoura's crotch making you take him deeper than you intended. The shelf was creaking noisily under you now as it swung back and forth and you were a gasping choking mess with Tomoura's dick deep in your throat and Touya's deep in your cunt. All the creaking and the wet lewd sounds filling your head and buzzing all the way through your sensitive nub.

"He is playing unfair isn't he?" Tomoura looked smugly at Touya.

"Oh shut the fuck up."

You couldn't see much of Tomoura's face above you because of your bent backwards neck and upside down face but he sounded breathless and none of Touya's face but you didn't need to see him to know he was fuming as he fucked into you. You whimpered as your saliva slipped the corners of your mouth and started dripping down towards your eyes, mixing with your tears half way. Tomoura was quick to wipe it away. His hand found your boobs once more, squeezing them so hard that your breath hitched and you squealed at him as you clenched around Touya's hard cock and quivered with your second orgasm of the day.

Touya couldn't take it anymore. Not like this. He hated having to see Tomoura's dick slide in your mouth and down your throat with each of HIS thrusts. He snarled as he pulled your still quivering form up and away from Tomoura's dick, giving you time to catch your breath and cough, he then turned you around again before pushing you back down on the shelf this time on your belly. It was really uncomfortable but you were in no position to protest.

"You are a fucking cheat, you know that?"

"My bitch, my rules. Deal with it or fuck off."

Your throat was sore and your legs shaky and you barely even cared what the two were arguing about, soaring on your last high.

Touya brought you back to earth with a sharp slap on your ass and you jolted with a gasp, looking back at him over your shoulder. You knew you looked like a dirty mess.

"Make sure he cums first."

"Not that I mind." Tomoura shrugged nonchalantly.

You looked up at Tomoura and he smirked down at you coldly despite his thumb that was stroking your cheek. You swallowed the pain of your throat and opened your mouth for him once more. He didn't hesitate slipping his cock in right away. you shuddered while Touya's cock penetrated you once more and you looked up at Tomoura through your lashes, sure enough he was watching you intensely. You made sure to drag the pad of your tongue under his length and hollow your cheeks out around him. And as you started taking him deeper you began swallowing around his head. All the while withstanding Touya's brutal pace as he pounded away at you from behind.

"Oh my, you are really good at this..."

His thumb started prodding at your asshole and you jolted away but he pulled you back by your hips.

Touya could see Tomoura unfold. He could see his breath hitch and the way he bit his lower lip to hold it in. And worst part was he knew exactly what you were doing to him. What you were doing with your mouth.

He hated it.

"Shhh it's fine, it's just one finger..."

You protested with your mouth full and he slapped your ass harshly making you pipe down. Your tears were rolling down your cheeks both because of gag reflex and due to the frustration you felt being in their hands like a toy and you were gripping onto Tomoura for balance.

You could feel Touya's thumb play with your rim before slowly pushing inside your asshole and the burn had you squirming but he kept proding and thrusting into you anyway as his cock drilled inside you. It was an odd feeling.

Tomoura was getting impatient with the distraction and he grabbed your hair and yanked you back over his cock grabbing your attention again.

"Are you going to be a good girl and not make a mess."

You hummed looking at him questioningly.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth and you're going to swallow."

"You fucking bastard..."

You nodded your head and Tomoura didn't waste a second shoving himself in your mouth and releasing his load down your already burning throat whilst keeping your head firmly in place by the hair. You choked and gagged around the warm liquid before swallowing it with difficulty. Only then did he pull it out of your mouth.

Touya was quick to grab you by the hair and pull you away from Tomoura as his thrusts became wild and sloppy but right as you came around his cock he pulled it out of your cunt and shoved the twitching head in your ass to release his load in there. Your scream was muffled by his hand covering your mouth.

"Had no where else to cum, babe."

He held you still for a few more seconds before pulling out, removing his hand and lowering your exhausted form to the floor.

Tomoura watched your messy fucked up body but blissful expression as he cleaned himself up before he headed to the door as if he just had a friendly round of monopoly.

"Well that was fun. I'm sure I'll see you around more often now (y/n). Looking forward to it."

And with that he was gone even closing the door behind him.

Touya was left with you in the room in an awkward stretching silence before he broke it as he started to clean you up.

"You fucking dare meet him again and I swear even all might himself can't save you from me... got it?"

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mizunetzu · 3 years

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hi!! i just found your blog and i may or may not have binged all the fics 😼😼 i was wondering if you could write a dabi or hawks x male reader where the reader is a rly gentle and kind barista and dabi/hawks is just wHIPPED for him? i think thatd be mad cute 👉👈

LMAOOO DABI + HAWKS TIME TURN IT UP-

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Headcannons - Dabi and Hawks whipped for their local barista

⚠️Warnings - kidnapping (dabi)

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Dabi:

Ok so like hear me out

At first

AT FIRST

you didn’t catch this mans eye

In fact, he didn’t go to the coffee shop you worked at much because yknow...villain...

But it was late at night one day yk

And mans was like “oh boy, i sure am thirsty after committing homcide and robbery”

N the first place he sees

Dun dun dun

Is the 24 hr coffee shop you worked at HAHAHA

So he goes in, preparing to like-idk, threaten ur life for a cup of coffee or smth mean n whatnot

The door bell rings, and you turn around and give him the KINDEST MOST GENTLE-EST SMILE HES EVER SEEN

As a villain, and just someone who looks out of the ordinary in general, he never got much of that

SO WHEN HE SEES THIS...MAN SMILING FUCKING SUN RAYS AT HIM

HE FREEZES

You ask him if he’s ok, and DAMN UR VOICE WAS SO SOFT IT WAS BARELY INAUDIBLE WHAGSHDHEH

Mans usually isn’t at a loss for words but HE IS NOW

Instead of threatening you for a cup of coffee, he actually orders like a normal person

He’s the only one in the cafe since it’s so late, and you had the late night shift lucky you

He sat in the corner with his coffee in silence, occasionally stealing glances at you sweeping the floor or counting the money in the register

what was this foreign feeling in his chest whavabwhshs

He didn’t notice when you walked up to him

mans almost roasted you alive

LMAO BUT HE DIDNT SO IT OK

“Are you doing okay? Do you want a refill?”

He wasn’t really thirsty anymore but he did get a refill because he wanted to stay and watch you work some more like a creep

Yeah, one refill turned to three and he ended up talking to you for the rest of the night AWW

He was honestly suprised you didn’t know he was a villain, with the dark coat and scars and stuff

He ended up buying more coffee to take back to the league with the money he stole HAHAHA

Toga, sipping on her third coffee: yo why u buy so much damn

Dabi: 🤠

He started coming over more and more in the dead of night, on the days you worked which he totally didn’t find out by sneaking into the back room of the cafe and checking the schedule

You, somehow, didn’t find it suspicious that he’d always visit whenever you worked

One day, on one of the numerous times he’s visited, you mentioned how you used to be a bartender before switching over to being a barista

Something just...clicked

He’s a villain, right? Why’s he going so far to appeal to you, when he could just kidnap you and convince you to join the league?

So he did just that

You woke up in their weird club bar room hideout, tied to a chair with dabi and a few unfamiliar faces

Dabi lowkey felt bad (even for him) because even though you were literally just kidnapped, you gave him one of those heartwarming smiles

Even if it was a bit scared and forced, and probably a coping mechanism out of fear

“Look I ain’t gonna hurt you, dude. You’re one of my favorite people, so I’m offering you a deal.”

“Siiiiiiimp.”

“Shut the fuck up, Toga.”

Dabi nudged the girls side.

A girl with blond hair and a school girls uniform pointed a knife at you. You flinched and dabi kept talking

“You said you used to be a bartender, right? I’m sure you can help this guy out behind the counter. Join us.”

Dabi motioned at Kurogiri. He waved, LMAOO

“Join me...please”

As scared as you were, you couldn’t deny the fact you had a soft spot for this scarily intimating man who’d sit in the corner and sip coffee everyday at work

Hell, sometimes (all the time LNAJS) you joined him and you’d talk for hours

And hearing this guy say “please” for the first time?

You nodded slowly, and dabi smiled

It was a nice smile, even if it was a bit scary

How could you possibly refuse?

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Hawks:

Since he wasn’t yknow...fucking iilegal and a villain, he came by to your coffee shop during the day

He was workin, caught and turned in a villain yk the usual

And he was kinda far away from his house, n he was gettin kinda hungry

He was flying around the city, when he spotted your lil coffee shop

Well, it wasn’t really a coffee shop, more like a food stop that so happens to sell coffee n drinks aswell

And hEY

you just opened up too, it was a relatively new place

My mans hawks supporting new & local businesses <3

He goes in right

He sees yakitori on the menu and goes :D

So he goes to order

And sees this,,, BEAUTIFUL HANDSOME MAN BEHIND THE COUNTER

“Hi Mister! What can I do you for?”

YOUR VOICE WAS LIKE FUCKING ANGELS SINGING WHAGSHW

I think the main reason hawks was drawn to you was the fact you didn’t treat him like a celebrity and kissed his ass n whatnot, mainly bc you didn’t really keep up nor care about the trending hero’s and stuff (no offense to hawks and none taken)

He choked on his yakitori when you walked up to his lil table and asked for a picture for ur grandpa (who was a BIG fan, unlike you)

MANS REALLY HAD TO PUT ON HIS MOST CHARMING SMILE AND PEACE SIGN THIS SIMP IM HDHEIDIE

He kept going out of his way to visit ur shop frequently even though he lived preeeeetty far off

I mean mans has wings so it ain’t a problem but-

This simp-

He doesn’t show up in his hero outfit (unless he’s coming from patrol) so you didn’t really see him as “Hawks the hero”, more like “Keigo, the man who has stupid endeavor shorts and likes yakitori”

It’s really sweet he shows up in stupid graphic shirts and sweatpants he looks comfy-

He openly flirts with you, and at first you laughed and smiled because you didn’t wanna be rude (it still did things to Keigos heart)

but then

Ur laughs n smiles when he drops a stupid pickup line? They real

The way you offer to take over ur coworkers shifts just to see if Hawks stops by? It’s love just admit it

The totally unfair discount you gave him on yakitori, not mentioning the way you know how Keigo prefers it by heart? Just ask him out already DAMN

You two didn’t have any personal info on eachother, no numbers, emails, hell, Keigo didn’t know your first name (in Japan, you don’t really go by first names unless ur with fam or close friends yk?)

So when you nervously hand him his box of yakitori one day?

Hawks is like 🤠👍?

He opens it and sees:

“(Xxx)-xxx-xxxx -call me, and maybe we can, I don’t know, go out on a date and get to know each other more, yakitori-kun? ~(Y/n)

So ur first name was (Y/n), huh

HES WHIPPED

HES SIMPING

He looks over at you, hiding ur face and sneaking glances at him while ur coworkers stiffing snickers and nudging ur side

GOD TAKE HIM NOW

you bet ur ass hes calling u later and saving ur contact as “My yakitori man (Y/n) ✨❤️”

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Thank y’all for 700, by the way !! I love you all !!

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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todo/dabi/deku/baku + brat

200th post!

I know I have anons off so we can’t discuss this properly but... I was just thinking abt todoroki, dabi, deku and bakugo + brats and mean girls...

like I know people love shy!reader and being babied and frankly, i do too....... but sometimes i just need to think about the boys getting bullied a lil by their mean gfs whom they oh so adore...

so here’s a drabble.

bye.

Todoroki who trails behind you whenever you go shopping until he feels like he’s absolutely going to pass out, not only holding your shopping bags for you but running fresh drinks back and forth when you even just mention being slightly thirsty, before he has to finish them off himself when you say you don’t want them.

Todoroki who has to third or fifth wheel whenever you go out with your friends, waiting by himself in the food court of whatever mall you visit until you’re done, answering your phone calls every thirty minutes where you ask to use his credit card with a “love you!” at the end... to which he lets you.

And Todoroki who you force to try on clothes with you, brushing back his bangs whenever he changes shirts, as you tell him to spin around and ask if he’s comfortable...

Todoroki who also lets you wait with your friends as he goes to get the car, before dropping all of them off at home safely, too... only to take you back to your place where you let him fuck you into the mattress in thanks, your new bag of lingerie already forgotten by the front door.

Dabi who cannot manipulate you, who’s addicted to the way you bully him, pushing his body off yours with a foot every time he tries to approach you with anything but sweet talk... his usual nonchalance and snarky attitude enough to make you curl your lip at him and ignore him until he does.

Dabi who likes it when you call his outfits ugly as you fix his shirt and collar, smoothing down his hair roughly with your palms, half as a joke, half as a way to keep his lips from peppering your face with kisses you say you don’t want, pouting when he manages to sneak one and smirk at you, anyway...

And Dabi who pops a boner whenever you talk back to someone, be it him or Spinner or Shigaraki, anyone, holding your sex appeal and obvious kindness above his head as though he’s not the one fucking you raw every night and Shigaraki couldn’t destroy you in an instant. You ignore his flirtatious remarks only to make him watch as you roll your eyes at Toga and she laughs, or other times when you demand he let you wear his jacket because it’s cold...

And he just shuts up and lets you.

Deku who’s always ready to pick you up in the middle of the night, whether it’s at your best friend’s house or the club, and who keens when you smirk at the way all your friends blush when he arrives, sweaty from training but still happy to be at your beck and call.

Deku who wants to melt when you try to fix up his appearance after training, wiping his face with a towel and a frown as you call him stinky and gross, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck as you demand that he drink more water and less Gatorade, before squirming in the hug he tries to give you as he laughs.

Also, Deku who drives to your work just to drop off lunch when you text him that you’re having a bad shift, waving to all your coworkers when you fuss about him making a scene, even though he knows you wanted him to come.

Bakugo who’d press his face into your cunt the moment you tell him to “watch the attitude,” cursing the way his armor cracks whenever you demand that he say “please” and “thank you,” whether you’re at home or in public...

Bakugo who lets you sit on his lap whenever you go anywhere, gritting his teeth and gripping your waist when you wiggle your hips around to make yourself comfortable, before wrapping your arms around his neck as though he is some kind of throne.

And Bakugo who drops whatever he is doing whenever you ask for anything, whether it’s to simply throw a piece of trash away or hand you the remote, he’s doing it with nothing more than a sigh and a grumble and a kiss to your cheek when you stick out your face for affection, later making it up to him by taking his cock halfway down your throat.

He really doesn’t mind.

Of course, in all cases, you’re still their sweet and cute baby who’d they do anything for! Always making sure they’re taken care of and covered in enough kisses... but all this means is that they get you what you want the moment that you ask for it. 🥰

#dabi x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #Bakugo #todoroki #dabi #deku #caitie post #wrote this on my phone so meh #im mean to boys a lot so sometimes when i see shy stuff im like where is the spice #im also just kinda bored with content thats like.... reader is easily manipulated for s*x with sweet talk #or like reader is super shy and gets babied!!!!!!!1!!#like yes... please baby me.... but also let me boss you around....#i need p*ssywhipper rep

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yanderenightmare · 4 years

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Ok hi again, I may be over doing it......idgaf I like ur shit! Good shit grade A writing. Aha

Aftercare, does it happen? What do they do?

Also....are these guys aware of their s/o limit if so do they stop😈

Pressing X for doubt

yandere ! BNHA thirsty headcannons

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goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, noncom/dubcon, abuse, manipulation, mind control

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

He’ll at least ask. He’s always careful to ask. The actual response isn’t too important. Protest that are drowned out in a moan can’t be seen as an actual protest anyway, and he always makes sure that her words are chocked in her throat. Bakugo knows his worth, he knows that each and every thing he does to her in that bed, it’s guarantied she likes it. Her pride makes her a liar, she can’t be trusted with her own pleasure, not when he knows and has proven time and time again that he knows her body and her limits better than what she does. When he has her bent over his lap, that cute little ass that he knows belongs to him, aiming to make sure that she knows it too, each time his hand comes in harsh contact with the soft flesh, feeling it up like putty in his hand as she winces and cries for him to stop. Her protests can’t be taken seriously, not when two fingers gliding up her pussy tells him all he needs to know, feeling how soaked she already is for him, all warm and velvety and ready. That’s all the answer he needs to keep going.

As far as aftercare goes… it can vary. Sometimes he’ll draw a bath with bubbles and lavender oil and light scented candles. Other times he’ll make food, where he’ll bake desserts more than anything. But there are days he won’t do much more than keep a painfully suffocating grip on her as he drifts rather quickly off to sleep. Exchanging no words except for those growls of good night and I love you. Leaving the rest for after they wake up, having an early morning where he’ll never let her sleep in, dragging her with him to shower before he has to leave, where afterwards he’ll treat her to more tender care on the bed with his face buried between her thighs in a way of apologizing for having to leave her alone all day.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

She shouldn’t worry her pretty little head about anything. Dabi might look like your worst nightmare, but you’d be surprised how soft the darkness really is. He can be persuasive and disarming if and when he wants to be, or he can be foul… He likes finding a mix between the two though, they work better together anyway. Make her feel safe, but only if she obeys, and make her feel fear if she doesn’t. He won’t bite… at least not for any longer than to make her cry for him, for those precious little water-works to bubble up to the surface. Making a chew toy out of that pretty swan-neck of hers, paint it with purple, resembling what hue of mulberry-wine found on his marred skin. Nibbling on that cute button between her legs, feel her tremble in his hold and hear her gasp out his name. Or grinding those perfect little nipples between the rows of his teeth, watching her blubber out her pleas when the pressure he applies threatens to bite the flimsy nib off, feel her pussy clench around his shaft upon the anticipation and fear. Fear does such peculiar things to people, especially in the form of threats, especially when walking hand in hand with pleasure. His darling doesn’t know what to make of herself, left completely like putty in his hands, all for him to toy with and tamper and tease. Where she doesn’t dare try and make him stop, she doesn’t dare allow herself to enjoy what he’s doing either, because only mad people run into things they already know to be a trap.

He’ll hush and coo at her to stop crying afterwards, her little mind on the verge of breaking and her pitter patter heart standing on the cliff’s edge ready to jump with nothing but Dabi to hold onto, the knot in her lower abdomen already having exploded time and time again because of him. She’s such a mess, such a cross-eyed wet hot mess, his little mess and that always manages to bring a smile to his face.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

If Tomura’s in a mood, as in a childish fit, she can expect no rest, because the wicked as we know get no rest, and the unfortunate sweet thing kidnapped by the wicked get no rest either. Tomura’s mood, quite like his morals, change like tidewater. Sometimes he’ll behold her precious beautiful body as though she’s made up of fine porcelain, meant to be touched and worshipped softly, where the fact of her wanting the worship or not is irrelevant. He’ll still touch and touch and let himself get carried away by how insanely soft her skin is as opposed to him. He’ll fuck her slowly, each hump meaningful and hauled out to the max as so to feel every single inch of him filling her up… Then there’s his other mood… The feeling of opposition is no less there, how unfairly gorgeous she is in contrast to how appalling he is, however… instead of it evoking worship… it evokes humorous triumph. Gut-wrenching nasty despicable satisfaction, where it brings him such inane pleasure to think that someone as disgusting as him has the power and the will to corrupt something so pure, something so pretty, and how there is quite literally nothing she can do to stop him, nothing at all… it gets his blood rushing in sadistic glee when he pushes her down on her stomach, fisting her hair while jutting into her from behind, every little salacious depraved thought growled into her ear, with no regard to her choked screams except for a wild grin, spiked to go even faster.

Not much tender aftercare here I’m afraid, he thinks it’s best to leave her alone, getting in his chair to game, taking one long last look at his cum seeping from her hole, his handprint red across her ass, still looking so pretty even with all those bruises… maybe even inspired to go for another round.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Aww. Little kitty is at her breaking point? The collar is too tight for Master’s precious pretty pet? Pussy-cat wants a break? But good kittens deserve good toe-curling eye-crossing world-shattering rewards, and bad kittens will be punished however Master chooses, won’t they? If she screams no, he’ll hear yes. If she screams stop, he’ll hear more. If she screams please, well… he’ll still hear please… It’s so unbearably cute to see her stutter and frustrate over how her words come out all wrong, as if someone’s picked her brain, pulled on her strings as though she were a puppet, changed what she wants to say, to what he wants to hear. What’s even cuter is when those large eyes of hers go all ditzy, crossing paths, that crinkle between her brows furrowing, with her tongue falling over her lips. But, the cutest thing is when her tail wraps around his thigh and leg, holding onto him in such a soft embrace when her bliss strides over her body, reaching all the way to the tip of her plushy soft tail, when her wrists and ankles are too busy being kept tied snug and firm together, as he continues to slam himself fast-forwardly into her.

He’ll erase his mind-tricks afterwards, careful to restore anything he might have disturbed or broken during their playtime. Her fluffy tail still slithered around his thigh as he pets her over her soft ears, telling her what a good little kitten she is and how proud she’s made him, feeling her shiver and jolt against him, small little spasms followed by short acute hiccups, proof of how bendable those so-called limits are when Hitoshi takes control. Proof of how good he can make her feel, so good she loses track of where she is, so good she loses contact with her mind, so good the only thing she’s still able to do is purr.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Oh… She can’t blame him when his rut rolls around the corner. He can’t control those urges. Not when she’s there, so plain and defenseless and a perfect fit for him to take all that cooped up frustration out on. He just needs to fill her each and every crevice up with his seed, make sure she’s well bred, pump her full of his cum until his balls no longer have anything left to give. He’ll hump like a frenzied pup, hands gripping her hips so tight her feet don’t even touch the ground. He’ll pound until he’s exhausted, until she’s left a swollen sweat-slicked mess, no longer able to stand straight without her weak and wobbly knees giving out beneath her. She wishes his rut and her heat could line up, so she doesn’t have to go through the same thing twice, but she isn’t that lucky, and Keigo is. He’ll be counting down the days until finally picking up those sweet tones in the air, that aroma that makes him go feral. She does him a favor by acting so shy, so ashamed, it makes it that much more fun when she’s struggling against both him and herself. All it takes is for him to put his thumb in her mouth… how she’ll begin to drool at the very first taste, her eyes losing that feral fight and falling prey to the feeling of her nerves being set on fire. He gladly indulges her needs, his heart fluttering at how clingy she becomes, how sweet, blubbering out gibberish, shapeless words that are such a good replacement for what vile things she’ll yell at him most other times.

He’ll be so hungry in the mornings after, disappointed for the lack of food in the house, but he can’t blame his darling for not cooking, not when he’s rendered her lame, she can’t very well cook if she can’t stand. He’ll order so much take-out the smell of sweat and juices soon gets coated and overwhelmed by the smell of spice and broth. Eating, regaining all his strength… that was only day one of two weeks… the rut is only just beginning.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Don’t worry, Izuku knows how much to give and how much to take, just as he knows when to give it and when to take it, and how to give and how to take. He knows what punishment is due for what crime as well as he knows when rewards are in order. And if he so happens to need to punish her… he’ll make sure she does something in need of punishment. It’s not often he needs to act on those sadistic carnal vulgar yearnings, but a bad day gets a whole lot better if he can come home and take it out on someone, especially when he gets to play with her beforehand, poke and prod until she slips up, allowing him to pounce on her the second she fucks up like a fox finally done playing with his food, his little bunny. The ends justify the means after all. He knows that it’s unfair to take his frustration out on his little darling… but… it being wrong… somehow makes it feel better. Having her blubbering on choked sobs and quaking beneath him, under his blood-soaked scarred hands, her little hole serving as such a snug and no doubt painful fit for his cock to abuse. Hearing her apologize for doing absolutely nothing at all, just to satiate his craze, all because he decided he wanted to exercise his dominance.

One thing that’s good about Izuku is that once is enough, and though that one time might feel like a million times stretching over a million days, where she’s left unable to walk properly… once he’s done, she can be sure he’s done… at least until the next day. If she hasn’t passed-out, he’ll let her cry it off when he’s done, offering no words but still comforting her by stroking her back or fiddling with her hair, twirling it about his fingers as she rests on his chest, her tears making his bicep itch with irritation, but he’ll allow her that much.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

He tries being sweet, he tries being gentle, he tries mimicking the same type of softness as his darling bestows upon him, yet… although she’s sweet, she’s also so aggravatingly reluctant, and Kai doesn’t have the time nor the patience to second-guess every single little thing he wants to do. It’s impractical, it’s wasteful, it’s stupid, and stupidity as we know is a disease he can’t risk being infected with. No, better then, for him to just take the lead, for him to make the decisions for her, for him to decide her limits, up to him to decide when she’s ready to take his cock, how fast and hard he can thrust into her, how tight he can grip her wrists when she starts pushing at him, how many bruises are too many, how many times she can cum. Besides, if things go too far… he knows how to piece her together again. He hasn’t studied every single detail of her just to let all that valuable information go to waste. He’ll see to it that she’s as good as new once their done, if not, maybe even better, maybe even less reluctant to give into what he wants next time, maybe a bit more respectful of the rules, maybe a bit more understanding of who there is the boss and who there is the brittle brainless little toy.

Pain is a good cleanser anyway, despite it being bloody and gory and mixed in with tears and drool and snot and whatever else may occur once the need for his quirk arrives after his aggression causes something to bruise or break. She might think that it’s cruel that healing her has to hurt more than the wound itself, but what she needs to learn is that prosperity always comes at a price, a price that he’s all too willing to pay when she fails to live up to her potential.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Limits are made to be broken, to be conquered, in order for us to prosper. She should be grateful she at least gets the liberty to be with the one she loves, the one who loves her. She should at least be grateful that it’s not just anyone who’s breaking her limits, but him. Him and his hands and his tongue and his cock and his frostbite and his flames and his smile and his biting laughter. She knows by now that there is no stopping him when he starts, she knows that her only hope is to wait for herself to achieve that opium-blown ecstasy and ride that insanity where her skin feels like fire and her insides like ice and every touch, no matter how feather-light or how brutish and bruising, is god’s touch.

Shoto is unprecedentedly thorough and dreadfully talented at aftercare. While his darling is lying all limp and numbed-down, holding onto the prickling feeling dancing like fire-ants on her skin, she can barely even capture the feeling of Shoto wrapping her up in a fuzzy robe. His cold lips pressing onto her forehead and by the time she comes to, when she finally and woefully breaches the surface and gets reeled back into reality, right when she’s at the verge of collapsing from having all her hormones crash, her adrenaline fizzing out into nothing and she’s left feeling all cold and so dreadfully sad, Shoto’s right there, making her feel warm and appreciated and safe. He’ll light candles, scented with rosehip, he’ll already have picked out a movie, he’ll have the chocolate ready, the tea brewing in their matching cups, swiftly braiding her hair into a neat loose setup to keep it from falling into her face as he knows she’s much too drained to lift her hand, resting between his legs, her head using his chest as a headrest. If he’s being honest, he isn’t quite sure what he loves more, the play-session or the aftercare, all he knows is that one is impossible without the other… yet again proving the importance of balance.

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pa-panda-heroes · 3 years

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NSFW Pirate!Dabi x reader continuation

Find part 1 here-. I’d rec reading that first but i guess you don’t really have to~

This is literally just a concept i came up with in the middle of the night, tired and h0rney, and away from functioning internet signal. and this part i wrote sleep-deprived and thirsty af for this man; proceed with caution lmao (it’s messy)

As always, minors DNI.

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“I’m a patient man, despite what most say,” he had said.

“Such... a liar, Dabi,” you breathe out, your fingers digging into his raggedy, dusty blue peacoat. He smells of rum, gunpowder, sweat, and the sea, but there’s a strong whiff of charcoal there that tickles your nose pleasantly, halfway masking the unpleasantries of his scent.

“Me? Nah, never.”

You jolt when his teeth graze your collarbone while his rough, dirty hands massage and squeeze the flesh of your thighs underneath your chemise and dress. Your head cranes back as he continues to suck bruises on your neck, with the holsters of his pistols on each hip and the scabbard of his sword digging into the inside of your thighs as your legs were wrapped around his waist. Your ass end rested on a crate, courtesy of the pirate, and your skirts were bundled up in your lap, the back of them thankfully saving you from splinters of the wooden crate.

Dabi had commandeered the fine vessel that you were quite easily, with his smooth voice and elegant demeanors despite his calloused and rough appearance. He had a way with words and getting people to do as he wanted, though there was no trickery with you. Seems you were just as interested in Dabi as he was in interested in you.

“You said you were a patient man,” you refute breathily, breaking off your sentence to sigh blissfully. “I wouldn’t call this patient!”

You hear a chuckle out of him before he stands upright to look you in the eye, one hand gripping the back of your head to hold you in place as he leaned in to touch the tip of his nose to yours, his eyes an intense flame in the dark of the night and even darker black around his eyes, charcoal meant as a measure of protection against eye infections. Meanwhile the other hand slides up feverishly to your drooling cunt, fingers slipping into your folds and toying with them. You mewl.

“Oi, look at me, love.”

You moan blissfully, head trying to crane backward again as your spine arches your chest toward him, though he held you in place. Your half-lidded, lustful eyes attempt to flutter shut, but you fight back and keep them open to meet his.

“I seem to recall gettin’ yer name first,” he says brusquely, smirk wide when his fingers move to rolling quick circles on your clit, his face still less than a breath away from yours. “The impatient one was you, my dear. Kissin’ me first like that.”

You moan at the change in his ministrations, though the sound is quickly swallowed up by Dabi as his mouth takes over yours in a deep, lustful kiss. He has the taste of rum and deeply buried regret. Your hands fumble around his chest, frantically bouncing back and forth between holding tight to his clothes or to his neck and shoulders, your legs tightening around him an pulling him closer.

Dabi pulls his fingers away from you, eliciting your whine into his mouth, which causes a husky chuckle to rumble in his chest against you.

“Mm, Dabi-“ you slip between kisses, “want,” he nips at your lip, “you.”

He continues to kiss, pull, and suck at your lips while his hands are busy with unfastening his buckle as quickly as possible to let his hard cock free, his other articles of clothing forgotten out of necessity. “I know it, love,” Dabi says into your lips, full and sure of himself. “So impatient.”

You squeak when the leaky, pre-cum coated tip of his cock pokes at your needy, drooling entrance, and you hiss when it slides into you before you glance down to watch, entranced as your pussy begins to swallow Dabi up. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Dabi hisses. “Takin’ me so easily, like yer made for me, eh?”

His girth and length have you wondering if he’ll even fit, though despite that, your mouth waters in anticipation.

Your loud moan at the slow stretching of your gummy walls is drawn out by his sluggish pace, either to tease you and rile you up, or to let you slowly adjust. A pleased sigh breaks from you before you’re gently pushed onto the crate until your back is flat against it, with the dark-headed pirate hovering above you, one hand on your shoulder and the other hiking your leg up over his elbow as his arm wraps around your knee. Your ass end is slightly lifted off the crate, giving you a perfect view of your hungry cunt swallowing him right up.

Dabi plunges himself in to the hilt suddenly, groaning when he’s finally balls-deep inside of you, and you cry out at the motion, a tinge of pain swirling within your head-splitting pleasure. “Fuck, so tight,” you hear him hiss, Dabi leaning over you and planting a flat palm against the salty and damp wood underneath you. “Might just have to steal ya away an’ keep ya up my ship, little bonnet.”

“Mhm-!”

Unlike his other fine treasures, you were fully capable of consenting to his plundering and walking right up to his ship and boarding all on your own--and by Davy Jones’ beard, you were tempted to.

A life of piracy, the smell of blood and gunpowder, the sight of glittering gold and silver, and most of all, the sweet taste of freedom, it was something you never realised you wanted until now. Funny, how one, singular moment can lead to such an epiphany.

Dabi snaps his hips into you, and you cup a hand over your mouth to hide away the cry of pleasure that results as he continues to thrust deeply, sharply into your core.

Maybe he wasn’t serious, mind-drunk in pleasure of his own, when Captain Dabi said that he would steal you away, but you’d find another route. Maybe not with him, maybe with him.

You pant like a filthy seadog as he fucks you, the muscles in your legs tensing and your head spinning right ‘round, your moans and whimpers hiding behind the bone and flesh and otherwise of your hand, dainty in comparison to Dabi’s. Your breasts bounce under the rumpled fabric of your dresses, nipples neglected and hard.

“So wet and tight for me you are, love,” he coos through gritted teeth.

Your hand drops to your side, both of your hands holding onto the crate for dear life as he thrusts in a quickened, hurried pace. “Dabi, fuck- touch me!”

Dabi apparently takes note of his neglect, as his hand hoisting up your knee lifts it to his shoulder and he leans closer to you, that hand snaking up your skirts and pinching your pert nipple. You keen when he pinches particularly hard and gives a tug, pressure and smooth waves of pleasure building in your lower abdomen.

As if a man starved for contact, Dabi lowers impatiently to tongue your mouth again amidst the slapping of his hips against your ass, soaked and nearly dripping from your combined juices. His hand makes work at your nipple and the movement of his torso only brings your leg further toward your chest, which allows his cock to reach deeper within you, seemingly splitting you open every time he hits the spongey spot that pulls a sharp cry out of you and into Dabi’s mouth.

Your pitch soars higher and higher until the sounds emitting from you are mere little, adorable squeaks that Dabi could easily get drunk off of just from hearing the tiny sounds, your pretty little head tilted back and away. “Oh?” he questions haughtily. “Ya gonna cum on my cock, love?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Gonna cum for me, are ya?”

“Yes, please! Please!” Your fingers dig into the thick fabric of his coat atop his shoulders, with you desperately wishing you could graze his skin with your fingernails. The peak of bliss and likely best orgasm of your life are within reach, a small blip on the setting horizon, though it’s stolen away from you in an instant when Dabi suddenly pulls out, leaving your drooling and clenching pussy to weep alone.

Eyesight hazy, you feel Dabi grip your chin tightly, roughly, as he jerks your head to face him. His spiky, inky hair and green tourmaline-coloured eyes are at first a blur to you, before your own eyes focus and fixate on his smirking form.

“Eyes on mine, y/n.”

You nod vigourously, uttering a mantra of “yes,” and “yessir” that only ends with a, “yes, Captain,” that brings about a roguish, mischievous grin from Dabi.

“Atta girl.”

Dabi’s eyes flicker to your cunt when he guides his cock back into your hole with a groan, with your eyes fixated on his the entire time. Once he bottoms out he’s thrusting again, picking your pleasure up right where it left off as his eyes lock into yours. Your lips are parted subconsciously, your hands finding the sides of Dabi’s cheeks and cradling them as he picks up a quicker pace, hips slapping against your ass.

The hand previously toying with your nipple finds its way to your throat, his thumb and fingers squeezing their respective sides in the perfect place at the perfect pressure, fogging up your mind and leaving you to dwell in your pleasure. You struggle to keep the eye contact you were ordered to keep, your orgasm nearing and stalking you like a shark circling a shipwreck, and your eyes roll back. Your attempted moans and sobs sound utterly pitiful, though the wet slapping between your legs rings clear.

“Gonna cum,” you try to warn him, though it only trickles out a jumbled, slurred mess.

Clawing at his wrist, a choked cry of pleasure leaves you when your orgasm comes crashing down on you and cum hard around his cock, clenching and squeezing it for all its worth and trying to coax Dabi’s warm seed inside. Your own hot fluids drench his cock and drips down your asscheeks.

Dabi lets out a choked groan at the wet, warm tightness, and with a few pumps of his hips, his hot cum paints your twitching and clenching walls with a low moan of his own.

“Fuck!” you hear him curse, panting, as he comes down from the high, with you in blissed-out tow.

Your head spins and your thoughts are foggy, but you manage to muster up something to say. “Take,” you sigh, “me with you.”

You hear him chuckle, his thumb apparently caressing your chin.

“Don’t mind if I do, love.”

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the-fab-fox · 3 years

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OUATS AU // Chapter One

Summary: After checking Dabi out on Twitch, Hawks gives in to his followers request for a collaboration with the gamer. Soon enough the two are streaming together pretty regularly. Neither has any clue where the whole thing is headed.

They're just along for the ride.

Chapter Title: The One Where Hawks is Thirsty AF

Note: REBLOGS > LIKES. I’m sorry but that’s the truth. Liking a post on this site does nothing to help the creator. Please reblog! Also, I ADORE every comment I get. I cherish them because, sadly, not many people leave them anymore. So if you want to say something about it, please do!

Warnings/Content: Swearing, thirsty behavior. Nothing else I can think of. (If I missed anything, let me know.)

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Outline | Chapter One

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Keigo grinned at the comment from his follower. He had told them (he had a feeling they were female, as most of his fans were, but one should never assume) that he would check out the guy. The thing was, he hadn’t actually planned on following through. He was a busy man, after all. Instagram posts and stories and promotions weren’t going to just make themselves, after all.

In the end, however, Keigo was a fan of hot men and his curiosity got the better of him. Pulling up Google, he entered the gamer’s tag name and clicked search. He was instantly given several thousand pages of links as well as a preview of quite a few pictures of a guy with black hair and startling blue eyes lined with black.

“Mmm. He is pretty hot. Thanks, sassycohort,” he murmured to himself as he scrolled down to reach the first result that wasn’t sponsored. This was the link to the man’s Twitch channel and so he clicked it.

The page was, he supposed, pretty uniform among twitch streamers save for color themes. This guy had gone with blues. “I guess we know what his favorite color is…” Keigo laughed to himself. He checked out the title of the videos and came to the conclusion that this particular gamer really loved his first person shooter style games. Also horror games.

Interesting. Keigo looked through the titles and found one that didn’t sound completely boring. Or jump-scary. Pulling it up, he watched the playback of an old stream and, immediately, his attention was on the little screenshot of BlueArsonNightmare. Dabi, he reminded himself.

Dabi in the video was laughing in amusement at something said in the chat that Keigo missed as he wasn’t really paying attention to anyone but the man. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with him. His voice was really nice too. The words he said, however, not so much.

In a way, it sounded a little crazy… but there was still a fond warmth to the words that made them seem almost… nice? He snorted to himself, rolling his eyes.

Well, he had checked him out like he had said he would. He backed up to the results and was about to close out when another link caught his attention.

Twitch Gamer BlueArsonNightmare has a Famous Father! Find out who it is!

Keigo pursed his lips together.

He really hated clickbait. So much. Usually because they always got him. He couldn’t help it. Clickbait titles were just so intricately woven that it tugged listlessly at his curiosity until he just had to figure out what it was about.

Unfortunately, the answer was usually so woefully unsatisfying.

He scanned the site the article was from and hummed. Buzzfeed. Well, maybe not clickbait then. Buzzfeed had its moments, sure, but usually it was pretty solid.

Clicking the link, he pulled it up and his jaw dropped.

Enji Todoroki of The Endeavor Agency.

This guy’s dad was Enji Todoroki?

Lucky guy.

Taking a moment to check out the picture of Enji, Keigo couldn’t help but grin lightly. The man was quite attractive himself and had just given him the best idea.

Taking the link for the article, Keigo quickly opened his camera and checked himself in the viewfinder. He looked good, if not a little bedheady, but it looked good on him so he didn’t care. Pressing record, he flashed his signature grin.

“Hey, Baby Birds! Sorry for not wearing the wings right now but I had to do this quickly as I’ve got somewhere to be. Just a shout out to one of my fabulous followers, sassycohort, who let me know about a certain Twitch Gamer who calls himself Dabi. Hope I’m saying that right. Anyway, I checked him out and you are sooo right, babe! He is hella fine. However, were you guys aware that his dad is Enji-freaking-Todoroki? Yeah. Gotta say… BlueArsonNightmare is scary hot—” He laughed at his little pun. “—but I guess it’s really true when they say ‘the apple doesn't fall far from the tree’ because his dad is a total DILF. Yeah, you know I’m right. Anyway, if you wanna check out the article, swipe up. Thanks again, Baby Bird! Until next time, Hawks out!”

He finished the video and brought up the app on his phone, quickly uploading the video and adding the link. He named it Hot Guy Summer before making the final edits and posting it.

There. Thanks to sassycohort he’d done an extra post that day which meant he had time to himself.

He might have said he had somewhere to be and while he really didn’t, technically he wasn’t lying. He really felt the need to be at home.

Closing up his laptop, Keigo headed to the kitchen for some lunch before camping out in his living room. Eating, he began to binge watch some shows he’d left alone for far too long.

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If Keigo had thought that the comment and the resulting Instagram story would be the end of it, he'd been terribly wrong. His video views and replies to it had exploded. He was amused at first, responding to a few comments here and there but he quickly became surprised when they continued to keep on about the gamer.

Keigo supposed he couldn't blame them. He'd even gone back to his channel from time to time to watch a live stream, so long as it wasn't a horror game. He found he really liked the guys confident and sarcastic persona. It suited him a lot better than a cutesy or a serious or even a flirty one.

For weeks at least a handful of his followers would bring the guy up: ask if he was watching the live stream (he hadn't been but now he certainly was), ask him what his favorite part about Dabi's look was (he told them he didn't like to rate parts about people but his thoughts screamed eyes), and a few even agreed about the dad, causing some argument war over who was better—dad or son? (Keigo wasn't sure yet but he was kinda leaning toward the son, now that he'd seen more of him. Still the Daddy vibes Enji Todoroki's whole look gave off was still very appealing.)

The comment that had him baffled, however, was the one suggesting that he and Dabi should collaborate. Once that comment was posted, so many of his Baby Birds agreed. He tried to laugh it off ('you never know') but his mind kept coming back to it.

It wasn't a horrible idea, honestly. Maybe even a good one. After all, he'd only recently started his YouTube channel and hadn't had nearly enough ideas for content yet. If he could score a collaboration with one of the top Twitch Streamers… Well, it would definitely help jump start his channel.

Of course, Dabi would get something out of it too. His whole army of Baby Birds would definitely tune in to the guy's channel. He'd likely get a lot of followers and a handful of subscribers out of it. Definitely a win-win.

It was settled then. He would reach out to Dabi with his proposal for collaboration.

Now if only he could find a way to contact the guy.

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It had taken him three days to find an email for business inquiries. He knew he could have asked his followers or messaged him on Twitch but to do that he'd have to make an account. He might give in and make one later but right now it was too much trouble. Besides, though he was pretty sure Dabi wouldn't care about formality, Keigo felt it was for the best.

He had found the link to Dabi's Twitter on his Twitch and found the business inquiry email. The moment his eyes read the email itself, he couldn't stop laughing. The email was [email protected] and while he didn't exactly understand the reason for it, the message was clear.

Dabi hated his father.

"Hmm," he murmured. He found himself wondering what Enji had done to cause his son to create such a rancorous email. He allowed himself to speculate but doing so hit a little too close to him. He himself had been abused by his biological parents but he'd lucked out when the Tokoyami family decided to take him in. First as a foster kid and then adopting him.

Pushing his curiosity away, Keigo highlighted and copied the email before pulling up his own Gmail account. Opening a new email, he pasted Dabi's email address into the To field. Sitting back, staring at the empty body of the email, Keigo thought how best to word his suggestion.

After a few moments of contemplation, he began typing. Looking over the email, he mouthed the words silently as he read.

Yes… that will do very nicely, he decided. He then added a professional but compelling subject.

He looked over it once more.

"Perfect." He pressed the send button and then clapped his hands together. That was that. Now he just had to wait.

#ouats au #dabi x hawks #dabihawks #hotwings #touya x keigo #keigo takami #touya todoroki #dabi todoroki #bnha fluff #bnha fanart #bnha fanfiction #bnha #social media au #once upon a twitch stream #hiro writes #bnhafanfiction

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dabislittlemouse · 3 years

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Dabi on TigTog headcanons

OKAY but The fact that Hori confirmed there’s a TikTok on mha universe but its named “tig tog” -

I think Dabi’s saved videos on TigTog would be dark themed edits, videos which he personally relates to, and probably videos with dark humor in it.

He also saves videos of people who share their experiences and traumas with their toxic families, especially when he relates to some of them.

He ALWAYS runs to the comments to have a good laugh whenever he watches a tigtog vid. People are hilarious.

He rarely likes videos, only saves them. And he never comments.

In his saved videos you can also find girls/cat girls with big squishy thighs. He basically drools over them when he’s in the mood. Yes, I think he’s mostly a thigh person.

He often gets on the horny side of TigTog, when his fyp is full of thirst traps, or videos with nasty imagines written in them.

He could swear he became x10 times hornier when he started using TigTog more often.

But he also likes the crack part of TigTog, when he scrolls at 3am he laughs like a maniac at the most dumbest videos. When he watches them again in the morning, they don’t even make him smirk.

Has MANY videos of cats saved. Some dogs too. But mostly cats. He could spend all day watching cat videos. He also saves videos of parrots talking.

Dabi also saves (and even likes) videos of people talking about hero society or even mock heroes. Yes, he loves that some people are actually woke and see the reality just how it is.

He both loves and hates when videos related to Endeavor appear on his fyp. He loves it cause he enjoys when people make fun of Enji on TigTog. And he hates it because seeing his face suddenly on fyp makes him mad and ruins his mood.

He literally hits the block button if he sees videos on TigTog of stupid little girls putting some thirsty ass songs and then put Shoto as a background, with the caption “He could burn and freeze me anytime😩💦”. Dabi just goes to throw up. And he doesn’t open TigTog for the rest of the day.

He loses his shit when he sees people simping for villains. He once saw a comment on a video like that , saying “okay but yall are sleeping on dabi”, and the replies were “omgg yess😩he could burn me and I would say thank you🤰🏼he may be burnt and a murderer but he is fine fine bestie🤪”

He had to question his existence

#dabi #touya todoroki #tiktok #dabi on tigtog #hcs #dabi imagines #my hero academia #mha dabi #boku no hero academia

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hopeless-ro-simptic · 4 years

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Familiar Cerulean Eyes Part 2

Not sure if that name is going to stick but it’s what I’ve got for now. Also thank you so much? The reactions I got for part one literally made me want to cry. I’ve never posted my writings because I didn’t think that I would get any kind of response. When we hit 7 notes in the first hour I was beyond ecstatic and I thought that that would be it. But 150 notes later and I couldn’t wait to post part 2. Let me know what y’all think of this. I don’t know if I will get a part 3 out as quickly but I do plan to work on it.

Click here for full list of other parts. Part 3

Slow burn, no smut in this part but maybe a spicy moment.

Taglist: @skzero-99 @superblyspeedydragon @jparra4587 @flyingowls @emrysaaryn @imuziawi @sheedaabee @peculiarinsomniac

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Dabi had left you alone for long enough to go get food that you had already scoured his entire room, searching for any way to escape. You had learned that even though the window looked like it could open at some point, it had been sealed shut somehow and you didn’t have the strength to open it. Other than the window, there were two doors in the room. One leading to a small bathroom complete with a tub/shower combo, the other being the door that lead out of the room but was unfortunately locked when Dabi left.

As for the room itself, all it held was a queen sized bed, well really it was a mattress on top of a box spring, with holes in the blankets and sheets that looked like burn marks and a singular pillow that looked like he had owned it for years it was so flat. A dresser that was scarce in the amount of clothing it had in it, seemingly like majority of it was dirty in the corner on the floor next to but not in the torn up laundry hamper, almost all of it black or a shade resembling. The black chair that sat in the opposite corner of the bed that again looked like it had seen better days. Oh and a cigarette tray that was filled to the brim and a fan that was perched on top of his dresser pointing towards the bed. That was about it. The walls were bare other than scorch marks and burns here and there, the blinds were dusty, and the wooden floor was cold and scratched like it had been well worn for several years, burn marks from stray cigarettes being put out.

The Omega in you hated it, they wanted to start cleaning and organizing to find warm cozy things to build a comfort nest out of. The rational part of you saw it as what it was, a hideout for a villain. Not a place to get comfy in. Still you couldn’t sit here and wait. It was driving you nuts.

You had just finished picking up the discarded cigarettes on the floor into a nice neat pile on his dresser and was moving towards putting his dirty laundry into the hamper when Dabi returned. Cautiously opening the door to see what you were doing, he slipped in before shutting it and locking it behind him, takeout food in his hands.

“Look at you, being a perfect little housewife.” The smirk that was ever present on his face was bigger than normal and you immediately dropped the t-shirt that you had been staring at, turning and looking at him, your cheeks heating up at being caught.

He glanced at the bloodied shirt on the floor that was covered in soot and burn marks like the rest of his clothes and he shrugged, placing the food down on the counter before turning to you.

“Part of the job babe.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and pulling in on your self again. You couldn’t help the fact that your omega blushed at the nickname. You had never been spoken to like that. Ever. Even given the context you couldn’t help but squirm.

The smell of food made you take a step towards him though. You were starving and looking at what he had brought had your mouth watering. He had two different ramen bowls and a rice bowl to go with it. It looked like heaven. Not to mention a whole bag of other snacks to eat as well. You grabbed a water bottle from the bag, forgetting just how thirsty you were as you quickly drank almost half of the bottle in one swoop, hungrily looking between all the food.

“Take your pick princess, I’ll eat whatever you don’t want.” He gave you space to choose through everything, electing to drop back into his chair on the other side of the room, picking up the shirt you had dropped and tossing it into the hamper like he had just learned a new trick.

You quickly choose your preferred out of the options of ramen, leaving the snack bag alone for later. You might need it. Choosing to sit on the floor, against the bed rather than the bed itself so that you had a sturdy surface to put your food, you internally thanked yourself for picking up all the cigarettes.

You could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to look up as you quietly ate the food. It was a couple minutes before he got up and grabbed his own food, choosing instead to sit on the floor next to you than to return to his chair. His legs spread out in front of him, showing you just how long they were, how much bigger than you he was. Your mouth was watering from not just the food anymore, his scent enveloping you from being this close. You briefly thought that he was probably pumping it out more just to get a reaction from you, but you refused to show it. You weren’t going to play this alpha’s game. You just needed to keep a level head until you could escape. You were just going to ignore him, just enough to stay on his good side, but not to attract further attention from him. You could do that, you had been playing a similar game for years.

“So are you going to tell me your name..? Unless you just want me to keep calling you princess?” You accidentally dropped a rice ball into your ramen, the hot broth splashing onto your hand causing you to flinch at the burn.

Dabi let out a soft hum, setting down his bowl and taking yours away before you could even protest. He took your hand into his own, wiping off the broth gently with a clean napkin that he had gotten from the takeout bag and examining the burn. You couldn’t help but watch him, entranced but how gentle he was being. It was hard to connect the fact that this man, this alpha, was a known murderer. He killed people. He was a known League of Villains member, and yet here you were, letting him kiss your hand like he was a crowned prince in a fairy tale waiting to whisk you away to a better life, his cerulean eyes latched onto your own, a teasing expression.

Your face was redder than it has ever been in your life, yanking your hand away from his grasp, clutching it against your chest like he burned you. What were you thinking? Why was he getting under you skin so easily? Sure, you didn’t have a lot of experience with alphas other than the Todoroki’s, and those that visited the house, but none of them acted like this! You scooted away from the alpha, trying to block the scent of him from your brain, trying to calm down. You weren’t sure why you were so flustered but you needed to breathe to get out of this situation and fast.

“C-can I take a shower?” You weren’t sure why you even asked. Maybe you were scared he wouldn’t let you or that he would try to follow you into the bathroom. But neither fear was necessary as he nodded his head towards the bathroom door, his eyes watching your every movement like a wild cat, a deep chuckle reverberating through the air.

“Do you want me to join you?”

“No thanks!” You jumped up and threw yourself into the bathroom, closing the door behind you and leaning against it, trying to calm yourself. You turned around, locking the bathroom door, hearing the alpha shuffle on the other side of it. He didn’t try the door knob though and you relaxed slightly, turning towards the rest of the bathroom you turned on the shower faucet, hesitating only a minute before stripping out of your soot covered clothes that you are noticing were definitely ruined.

You stepped into the shower, pulling closed the curtain just enough to not get water on the floor but enough that you could see the door still just in case. The only soap in the shower was a cheap alpha brand. You didn’t care at this point though. You just needed to be clean after everything that has happened. Maybe you could pretend it was Shoto or some other alpha that you were going to smell like. Maybe.. just maybe you could pretend it was Touya’s scent.

You huffed at your own stupidity. Why do you always think of him when you’re upset? He can’t just magically save you. He isn’t coming back. You don’t come back from that. You felt yourself slip down into a seated position, pulling your knees to your chest, your eyes going fuzzy as you tried to blink through the tears that suddenly threatened to spill out.

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“Y/N! Touya! Get back here!” You giggled as you heard Fuyumi’s voice ring out behind you, Touya’s bandaged fingers wrapped around your wrist pulling you behind him as he ran, his laughter spilling out. It was a Saturday, Endevor had patrol and instead of working on his training, Touya had decided to steal you away from his younger sister’s grasp.

The two of you had ran all the way through the garden in the back of the house, and hid behind a cluster of cherry blossom trees that were in full bloom. At the time you think you must have been 11 or so, him just a little bit older. He had pulled you down beside him onto the grass and covered your mouth with his hand to hid your giggles, holding a finger up to signal you to be quiet. You could hear Fuyumi run by, calling out your names searching for you both. Grumbling how it wasn’t fair that he took you while you were both playing princesses.

He finally let go of your face, a smile crossing his own as he looked at you’re winded, excited expression. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned over and kissed your cheek, just to see you blush.

“Touya!” You covered your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks glow red.

“What? Aren’t princes supposed to kiss the princess? Isn’t that the whole point? To bond with a pretty princess?”

“You think I’m pretty?” You couldn’t help but look up into his eyes, they were the prettiest things you had ever seen. The color of turquoise, perfect gem stones.

“I think you’re the prettiest.”

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“Princess? Are you okay?” You heard a soft knock on the bathroom, barely audible over the sound of the water streaming down onto your body. You realized your scent had gone sour, the sadness creeping in without your permission. You needed to keep a lid on things. You turned off the water, and grabbed what seemed to be a clean towel, wrapping yourself in it, grabbing your dirty and tattered clothes to put them on.

“I put clean clothes outside the door if you want them.” Pausing, you frowned. Clean clothes would be nice. You hated being dirty. You took a deep breath, unlocking the door and waiting a second before opening it just enough to quickly grab the clothes before shutting it again, looking at what was offered.

A pair of grey sweats and a black hoodie, very similar to what he was wearing. Cautiously you took a whiff of the clothes, relaxing when you mostly smelled the laundry detergent over his scent. You didn’t want to be scented by him more than necessary. Just in case Shoto tracked you down. You wanted him to be able to recognize you. Not that this scent proof room would allow it.

You already smelled like the alpha’s soap though, quipped your Omega, and it smelled good.

You slipped the clothes on, ignoring your omega, all of it being way too baggy on you, especially the sweatpants, which you rolled up at the bottom so not to trip. The tie to tighten them around your waist was missing and you were pretty sure you were going to have to hold them up. Frowning at your clothes on the floor, even your bra and panties had been ruined. You didn’t know what to do with them, so you scooped them up in your arms and shuffled out of the bathroom, hugging them lightly.

You heard a low whistle and saw Dabi laying with his back on the bed, messing with a phone he held above him that you assumed was a burner, the mess from your meal was cleaned up and nowhere to be found, save for the bag of snacks that you had left. One of his legs bent and with his foot on the floor, the other up on the mattress. His eyes had abandoned the screen in front of him and were trained on your swallowed form in his clothes. He couldn’t help but think how good you looked wearing his stuff, and after taking a whiff of the air he appreciated the fact that you smelled somewhat like him now, and not like that Todoroki brat. He made a mental note that you didn’t need your own clothes. You could just wear his all the time. Other than the fact that you looked uncomfortable holding up the sweat pants with one hand.

You fumbled with the bundle of clothes in your arms looking around the room for a place to settle. You wanted to curl up in bed and sleep until this was all over. But he was in the bed..

“Just toss your clothes in with mine, I’ll take care of them later.”

“No.” You were tired, you no longer wanted to deal with this alpha. You just wanted a nap, and a nest made out of your own things.

His eye brows lifted a look of intrigue settling across his expression. He sat up, eyes watching you. “No?”

You squirmed under his gaze, considering retreating to the bathroom where you could at least lock the door and be alone, but the bathroom was so small that if you wanted to lay down you would have to be in the bathtub. Which was already wet. You stood there awkwardly trying to decide which of the two you wanted to deal with more, a flirty psychotic killer, or a wet bathtub nest.

“Come here” Apparently the flirty psychotic killer won that one as before you even noticed it you were standing in front of him, him still sitting on the bed, both his feet on the ground now, legs spread to accommodate you, surrounded in his scent. Something about him had your omega waging her tail practically begging you to do things you would never even consider.

He reached his hand up like he was going to grab your face causing you to flinch, but instead his hand gripped one side of the pull tie for the hoodie, wrapping it around his wrist before yanking it harshly, pulling you forward against him slightly and pulling the tie all the way out of the hood.

You reached up and pressed your hands onto his shoulders, dropping your bundle of clothes to the floor, to brace yourself, his eyes lighting up with amusement at your reaction. You wanted to pull away, but your omega refused. You were a deer trapped in headlights.

His lidded eyes stayed on yours as his right hand that was holding the tie, slowly drifted down your body, his left sneaking out and gripping your hip to hold you in place. His right hand finally reached your hip, curving around the front of you, removing the waistband from your grasp causing your face to turn bright red, only for him to slip the end of the tie into the hold of the waistband, slowly sneaking his fingers around your waist, feeding the tie through, until finally it poked out the other hole in the front. He returned his left hand to your hip, his right gripping both ends of the tie, pausing to smirk widely at you, flashing his tongue ring before yanking harshly, pulling the waistband tight around your waist and effectively pulling you flush against him at the hip, nose to nose, your face tilted down just slightly too match eyes with him.

His scent was intoxicating. You were completely enveloped in it, and your omega was begging for him to scent you so it never left. And he was waiting for you to ask him oh so patiently. He could smell what he was doing to you, making him laugh internally that he was going to get his way quicker than he thought. Your omega reasoned that he was a strong and capable alpha. He had been nothing but nice to you since you woke up and he wasn’t forcing himself onto you like most of the alphas you had meet previously. He was being so kind and gentle and he smelled so damn good. Why can’t you just…

Because he’s a murderer? He kidnapped you? You have an Alpha? Oh and he’s a murderer!

You pulled yourself out of his grasp, releasing a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Taking the tie out of his hand, he let the rope slide through his fingers, not making a move to stop you from leaving his presence, knowing that you would be back. You turned away, tying it into a bow snuggly against your waist so that the sweat pants stayed up on their own now. You took several calming deep breathes, trying to get your brain back in order. Not noticing when he reached down and snatched your panties off the floor, stuffing them into his pocket for later.

“Y/N” You barely whispered out. Your omega was still reaching out to him, trying to push you back into his arms. But you wouldn’t listen. Your brain was frazzled and you felt like the world was spinning.

“Hmm?” The soft hum behind you, made you shiver, wondering if he was going to reach out and touch you again. You wanted him to. God you wanted him to. He didn’t though. Just leaned back on the bed, using his hands to prop himself up, enjoying the view of your backside as the inner turmoil raged in your head.

You snapped yourself out of it, clenching your fists as you crossed the room to the chair in the corner, curling up on it deciding it was as good a place as any to sleep. A soft mumble leaving your lips once more as you pulled the hood up and over your face, covering it completely from his sight other than the tip of your nose peaking out like a little mouse, the red of your blush noticeable from across the room. “My name… it’s Y/N.”

#bnah omegaverse #alpha dabi #omega reader #bnha #mha omegaverse #dabi is a todoroki #dabi is touya #dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you

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yandere-mha-blog · 2 years

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Part 3: A swicharoo to the first au, where dabi isn't the asshole

You had your legs swung over the side of your bed as you were chatting with Mina.

“Hey Mina, I have a question?” you asked

“Shoot.” she said

“Well you see, there is this regular that comes into my coffee shop like everyday, and orders the same thing, stays there for like 15 minutes and leaves.”

“Unnhnnn?” she said

“Is that a sign a guy likes you, or does he just really like coffee?” you asked

“Hmmm could be both, I mean I have gone to a coffee shop where the barista was cute.” She said

“What happened?”

“They quit the job and I never saw them again, but why is this regular cute?” She asked

“Well i would say...hot, yet cold I don't know he kind of has this bad boy imagine going on, but he still tips very well, and is kind quite.”

“A bad boy really (name)!”

“Well I mean i don't know if he just likes the punk grunge look, but he is handsome, he has these very pretty blue eyes, and i think he dyes his hair dark black, I've seen his root they are white, but i also think he has tattoos on his arms, oh and he always wears these very low cut loose white shirt, you should see the pecks on him, oh and that collar bone.”

“Get some water girl you thirsty.” She said laughing

“OH shut up, you once said you found a guy attractive because the way he stood was attractive, like come on what are you a flamingo?” you said back still laughing

“Well I do have pink hair so, that is up to you, and i's glad you’re finally starting to think about getting in the dating filed again.”

“I'm not so sure, but it's nice to think about for now.” you said

“Well you could always write your number on his coffee cup and he can text you if he wants to.”

“I...I don't know how I feel about giving my number out.” you said

“Well it's up to you, you can play it safe or you can take a little risk and get your phone number changed again.” She said

“True one issue, he always gets his coffee to stay, if I have to live with him in the coffee shop while he looks at my number, I would die.”

“You are so cute it makes me want to squish you.” She cooed

“No squishing!” you said

“Okay and that's a wrap, nice work today.” the directed shouted

Keigo let out a yawn as the day was finally over, the sheer amount of flashing lights were enough to give him a headache, all in the name of work he supposed as he went to his trailer and made a phone call, said the number had been disconnected, god dammit, why was she making this so hard.

Keigo made his way to his car and decided to take a little detour before he returned home, he really didn't want to do this, but what other choice did he have, he knocked on the door and waited.

The door opened with the chain still there

“What The,hell,are YOU, doing here?” Mina said, it was like acid was dripping out her mouth

“Hey mina, look is (name) in there.”

“No and even if she was I wouldn't be telling you, first you spam my cell phone, then you show up to my apartment, you really are a stalker.”

“No, no im not, look i know this looks bad real bad, but look please if i could just talk to (name) i could work it out.”

“Right, because all the times she secretly called me while crying in the bathroom after a fight with you every other day is the definition of a relationship. I want two people to “work out”, move on already, also next time you show up at my door, I will pepper spray you!” She shouted and slammed the door in his face. What a freak, he may be good looking but that's all he had, two faced bastard.

You couldn't bring yourself to take Mina advice of putting your number on hsi coffee cup, he would still come in everyday ad order the same cold brew, you went down to the thrift shop and someone must of thrown out there old animal print, Mina would love this, she loved animal print, you didn't get the hype of it but your friend liked it and that's all that mattered. You got it all tidy in a package and shipped it out to her, you hope she would like it.

Meanwhile a certain someone was by Mina's mailbox a week later when it showed it, and one quick google search and save later, he finally got it.

“OH man I love it!” Mina said as she was checking herself out in the mirror

“Glad you do, I saw it just screamed Mina.” you said

“So have you given that guy your number yet?” Mina asked

“What, no of course not, that would be weird, i mean i smell like coffee, have my hair up and have to wear that uniform sucks, if I just embarrassed myself and have to find a new coffee shop to work at.”

“Okay so?” Mina said “Look girl you deserve to be happy and live life, try not to be so jumpy anymore, you got into one bad relationship a while ago, don't you think it's time you be happy for yourself and do something out there.”

“I'll think about it okay, I'm gonna head to bed at night Mina, enjoy the jacket.” you said

“Thanks I will.” she said

“You really need to get over this little coffee girl crush.” Tomura said as Dabi showed up late to work again, holding a coffee cup.

“I think im good, nice overpriced coffee served by a pretty women makes this hell hole a bit more bearable.” Dabi said

“Why don't you just ask her out then.” Tomura said

“Because I am a customer, You know our coworker, uhh Toga, creepy men hit on her all the time and she has to be polite.”

“Well till you smashed a cart into them and said oops sorry didn't know you were there.” Tomura said

“Well maybe middle aged men shouldn't be flirting with high schoolers.” Dabi said “I'll just admire from a distance, besides she is probably scared of me since I look ever so welcoming with my warm face.” Dabi said, as Tomura looked over his resting bitch face

“Yeah...it feels like a warm hug.” he said “I'D think you were a big warm teddy bear, not a serial killer in the making.”

“Thanks for the encouragement.”

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere hawks #yandere ex au 2 #yandere toya todoroki

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katsukisbimbo · 4 years

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DDAENG

✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: FLUFFYYDS!!

✯ summary: fan! hawks meeting his newly debuted idol crush y/n at a fansign!

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✯warning: just swearing and hawks being thirsty <3

✯ note: this literallt came to me because i was trying to turn @hoodtoshi into a bts stan (lowkey succeeded) and i was jus like yea, thirsty hawks

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- you were nervous

- this was your first fan meet after all,, but you were still nervous

- you were only 19 and had already debuted!!

- that didn’t happen to just anyone!!

- you worked super hard to get to where you are today!! everyone knew that!!

- you sighed as your make-up artist continued to paint your lips a dark red colour

- you honestly didn’t look like yourself, but this was to keep up the whole idol image i guess

- “jinhee, how many people are outside? i’m sure only two people came to see me..” you pouted, resulting in your make-up artist to smack your cheek lightly

- “dOn’t say that you dummy! i’m sure a lot of people came to see you!” she scolded, wiping off the excess makeup on a towel

- “now get out, you’re done”

- “i don’t wanna”

- she raised a newspaper and flexed, ready to beat the fuck out of you if she heard another whisper of self-deprecation from you

- “fine! i’m going!” you grumbled, pouting at oncoming soreness of your feet from your heels

- why did idols have to wear heels anyway?

- okay no, you knew why, but sTill!! they sucked!

- you smiled as you saw the buffet table

- one little snack wouldn’t hurt

- >:)

- “keigo stop fuckign puSHING”

- “im so EXCITED!! i’m meeting THE y/n you SLUTBAG!!” keigo yelled as he shook his companion

- dabi sometimes questioned why he was still friends with keigo

- “i SEE that you asshole”

- keigo took this opportunity to punch dabi in the arm, causing dabi to retaliate, causing kEigo to retaliate, causing dAb-

- okay so

- “i’ve been in love with her ever since she debuted!! and she debuted ALONE!! a whole solo artist!! the talent!! the beauty!! i’m in love!!”

- dabi raised a brow at his friend

- “didn’t you tweet about wanting to ‘put a baby inside of her’?”

- keigo felt his cheeks heat up at the possibility of you seeing his indecent tweets about you

- what if you had seen? what if you think he’s a creep? what if you already hated him??

- keigo felt his anxiety creep onto his shoulders as he continued to overthink, not realizing that they were already next to go in

- ruh roh raggy

- keigo didn’t know anything BUT anxiety

- rip keigo we’ll miss you big daddy :,(

- “please come in, please don’t shout”

- whO was shouting?? nobody was shouting

- keigo wasn’t gonna shout

- as keigo was about to shout, he felt himself be silenced by his partner

- all keigo could feel was betrayal

- “calm down you hot dog, you’re going to TALK to her in person jfc. you can tell her how much you want to father her children then”

- it was almost time and you were STILL at the food table

- you saw a small intern approach you with an uneasy look on her face

- she was for sure about to reprimand you

- “m-ms. y/n,, we have to go now!” she stuttered

- she was sO! cute you just couldn’t say no

- so you decided to just sneak a few bags of chips under your skirt before smiling and quickly following her

- you made your way to the stage, peeking behind the curtains

- you saw a huge crowd of people, mostly males, but one man who sat near the front caught your eye

- he had bright yellow eyes with matching blond hair, even wearing some eyeliner

- the unknown male looked absolutely delectable

- he made you bark a little tbh

- you took a deep breath before you were pushed by your manager on the stage, cheers suddenly reaching your ears as your fans confessed their love for you

- quit shamelessly might you add

- you blushed as you watched the cute blond-haired man cup his hands around his mouth and yell—

- “I LOVE YOU Y/N! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!” he yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room

- soon everyone started to yell that they were your biggest fan and that the blond man could never even compare

- but the man had nothing but a satisfied smirk plastered on his handsome face

- did he enjoy starting riots?

- you sat on the chair, placing your hands on top of the table

- this was a small table ngl

- luckily there was a sheet on the table, hiding your nervously bouncing legs

- just imagine watching a fancam of you bouncing your leg

- people would still thirst for that

- anyway

- “thank you guys for coming! i’m so excited to meet you all!” you started, smiling at the large number of people

- “you guys can ask me questions or some things? i don’t know?” you laughed, feeling slightly awkward

- you didn’t know how to be a person

- “can you do a dance for us!!” a young boy, about the age of 7 yelled, jumping up and down in front of his seat

- “what dance?” you queried, raising your brow in curiosity

- “move by taemin!!” he cheered, immediately dancing

- you laughed at his adorable actions

- you were totally gonna dance for him!

- you got up as the music started to play in the background, moving to the side of the table and sensually moving to the beat while the audience watched intently

- you carefully moved your hips, hitting all the right beats

- this wasn’t any different than dancing in front of the camera people, plus you had to get used to an audience

- it also wasn’t any different from how you had to dance to kpop songs from when you were younger for your family!!

- (no, literally. the amount of times i had to dance to 2NE1’s i am the best, girls generation’s gee, and wonder girls’ nobody. the dances are engraved in my head. 6 year old giri had to dance or else)

- as the song faded out, you held your pose before bowing, smiling at the little boy who continued to hype you up

- “holy fuck.. dabi that was hot” hawks whispered, tightening his grip around his friends sleeve

- “jeez kei, ease up a bit” dabi complained, prying his friends hand off of him

- “oh my god she’s such a great dancer, do you think she’ll like me if i learn how to dance too?” he questioned, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt, pissing dabi off once more

- “no. not if you don’t stop being a fuckinf weirdo”

- hawks pouted

- dabi grinned

- how cruel

- “does anyone else have a request?”

- “WAP!!” a number of people yelled, resulting in your face heating up

- how would they suggest such a lewd dance!

- especially when there were children here!

- “haha! that doesn’t seem very appropriate!” you laughed it off, trying your best to mask your uncomfortableness

- hopefully this would end soon

- “no! can you dance to gashina please!” a girl yelled, catching your attention

- hm, gashina was actually a very good suggestion

- you could do this! you could be as great as sunmi!

- okay maybe no. sunmi was a god <3

- you did the routine, catching the eyes and the hearts of the audience

- “fuck i think i’m in love dabi” hawks whined, clutching his chest

- he had a lovesick expression plastered on his face

- he was totally whipped for you, no doubt about it

- before you knew it, it was time for the fans to have a minute to speak to you and for them to get their albums signed!

- you had recently debuted with your album, dawn in tokyo

- you had taken inspiration from the time where you had left your hotel at dawn and walked around the streets of tokyo, sitting near a bridge and writing lyrics for some of the songs in the album

- hence the name of the album

- most of your album was written in japan

- hawks felt himself get more excited as he came closer to you, holding tightly to the fabric of his friends jacket, which wouldn’t surely gotten him slapped if you weren’t so near

- before he knew it, he was already next in line, dabi already sitting in front of your figure while holding your soft, delicate looking hand in his large ugly ones

- this made hawks’ chest bubble with jealousy

- >:(

- sure, you had a large fan base, but it still hurt to see people touch you the way he wanted to

- it was now his turn, he walked up the stairs with his wobbly knees, wanting to just sit and be near you

- he knew that you would be able to calm his nerves, or make him spontaneously combust

- “hey! i’m y/n! nice to meet you!” you smiled, out-stretching your hand to him, offering to place your hand in his own

- he swiftly, but gently grasped your hand, before placing it on his cheek, letting you hold the soft chub of his cheek

- no fan had been this brave to do this. it was quite surprising to be honest

- he wasn’t breaking any rules so you decided to fuck it and go with it

- you placed both your hands on his cheeks, slightly squishing them together, causing him to adorably pout

- “dash not nishe” he mumbled, brows furrowing

- you laughed before letting go of his face, bringing your hands back to your side of the table

- “you’re so cute! can i sign your album for you?” you smiled, tilting your head to the side

- hawks just..dieded

- mans said peace out

- your beauty was incomprehensible

- phew, he had to get his shit together! he was trying to impress u! he wanted to be the mc in a wattpad story

- we all wanna be y/n

- anywayss

- “sure dove! u can make it out to keigo, u can put your number in it too ;)” he winked

- KDNDHSK

- DID HE—

- DID HE JUST ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER

- LIKE—

- nobody:

- y/n: i’m not gon do it girl.. i’m just thinking about it

- “ah! sorry cutie! i’m not allowed to share my number :333”

- you tried to laugh as you died inside

- he smiled, before placing a kiss on your fingertips

- “don’t worry dove,i respect that” he winked

- BARK BARK

- “i have some gifts for you!” he announced, placing the huge paper bag on top of the table

- he first pulled out your favourite snack before handing it to you

- how did he get these??

- omg

- then, he brought out a bottle of perfume, and a new song writing notebook!

- this was great!!

- “oh my gosh! keigo! you’re too sweet” you cooed,

- this was a lot

- “i also have something else.. would you wear this flower crown for me and do some fan-service?” he queried

- of course you would!

- you nodded before placing the flower crown on top of your head

- “what do you want me to say?”

- “say.. i’ll be a good dove for hawks. is that okay?” he smirked, tracing small circles into the palm of your hands

- w-wHAT

- was this legal

- your managers were literally ignoring you—

- “o-oh! sure! uhm-“

- god you were going to regret this

- “i-i’ll be a good dove for hawks!” you whimpered, showing off your practiced aegyo

- “ahhh! my heart!” he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest

- “excuse me, we need the next fan to come up” you manager tapped the both of your arms

- you nodded before smiling at hawks and waving goodbye

- you were going to miss him :((

- ig it just wasn’t meant to be

- the night you had gotten home, you decided to go through your gifts

- you were particularly interested in the gift you had gotten from the blond man

- it was really sweet of him to get you a notebook

- the moment you had opened it, you had noticed that something was written on the first page

- ‘xxx-xxx-xxxx call me pretty girl <3’

- he was a bold onealright

- you were contemplating on actually calling him

- he could leak your number!

- well, you could just wait for him to speak

- fuck it

- you dialed the number on your phone and waited as it rang

- “hello?”

- “i-is this keigo?”

- “hey dove, i’m glad you called”

- y/n: i did it :33

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